#so he stands there frozen and flustered unable to express appreciation

[fisheito]

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[archived-kin]

kaeya isn't as smooth as anyone thinks (and that's okay)

note from kin: basically i saw the ‘kaeya is flirty and constantly flusters reader who has a giant crush on him’ trope and went ‘but what if KAEYA was the one with the giant crush’

quick background: reader is the ‘strong, silent, stoic’ type, has a cryo vision, and works alongside barbara in the church of favonius as a medic

i couldn’t think of a gender neutral way for you to be addressed that sounded natural so i just had you be called your name throughout the piece, but just know that barbara would be addressing you with older sibling honourifics and kaeya would use some sort of respectful title (but in like. a flirty way)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, kaeya, barbara, bennett

pairing(s): kaeya/reader,

warning(s): non-descriptive blood/mild injury

genre: fluff

“Master Kaeya!” Barbara exclaims as a familiar cavalry captain strides into the cathedral, dripping blood all over the freshly-polished tiles. “What happened this time?!”

“Just a run-in with some hilichurls,” He says with a nonchalant shrug, swiping away a bead of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?!” She hurriedly ushers him into the hospital wing, hands already beginning to sparkle with Hydro healing magic. “You— you’re bleeding extremely heavily! I need to get these wounds closed up as soon as possible—”

“Relax,” Kaeya placates, giving one of her pigtails a playful tug as she frantically flits about him like an agitated butterfly. “I don’t feel a thing. It’s all superficial, really���”

“Still…!” She hurries over to one of the cupboards and fumbles around for a roll of bandages. “Please sit down! This won’t take a moment...!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He says, holding up his hands. “Is [Name] in today?”

“Yes, they agreed to watch over Bennett while I took care of our patients…” She answers, still rummaging about feverishly, then suddenly pauses, and Kaeya grins slightly. She’s seen right through him. “Ah, wait… Master Kaeya, is this what I think it is?”

Kaeya laughs as she looks up at him with large, reproachful blue eyes, hands set firmly on her hips. Maybe he’d be intimidated if Barbara didn’t have the face of a baby lamb. It’s just kind of adorable. “Perhaps.”

She blows out a breath, cheeks puffing up, then shakes her head with a resigned sort of smile. “I don’t think [Name] will appreciate you disturbing them…”

“I won’t be disturbing anyone,” Kaeya says with a cheeky sort of grin, raising his hand as if showing off the gash in his forearm. “I’m a patient, after all. So, where will [Name] and Bennett be?”

“In the west wing,” Barbara answers, dropping her hands, though the soft blue glow remains.

“To the west wing we go, then,” He replies, and strides off with a flick of his cape. Barbara follows hurriedly, clutching the roll of bandages to her chest.

You’re sat by the window when Kaeya pokes his head in through the door, flicking through a book. The sunlight streaming in behind you seems to illuminate the pale colour of your robes to an ethereal glow, and Kaeya can’t help but silently compare the sight to the illustrations of divine celestial beings he’s seen in books. He takes a deep breath, briefly pressing his hand to his chest, then moves to greet you.

You seem to notice his presence before he can, however, raising your head from your book and practically pinning him to the spot with those clear eyes. “...Master Kaeya.”

He smiles, unable to help the slightly goofy quality of his expression. Archon knows that Lisa would never let him live it down if she saw him now. “[Name].”

“Hi, Mr Kaeya!” Bennett exclaims, attempting to raise a bandage-wrapped hand in greeting, but having to drop it as its sling goes taut. Kaeya offers a brief wave in response, but he’s far too absorbed in looking at you to say anything more.

You stare at him in silence, eyes moving down to the patches of red staining his sleeve, then back up at the scratch on his left cheek. Your expression is unmoving, cold, even, but he still has to try hard not to overheat under the sheer intensity of your gaze. Any flirty quips that he might have thought of trying on you just dry up in his mouth as soon as they come.

“What happened?” You ask finally.

“Master Kaeya says he encountered some hilichurls,” Barbara answers for him, slipping into the room and standing beside him. Bennett grins enthusiastically as soon as he sees her, and she responds with a sweet smile of her own.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and Kaeya can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Hilichurls?”

“They were rather... aggressive,” He answers, folding his arms and shifting his weight to his left leg. “And there were quite a lot of them as well.”

You blink slowly. “I would have thought that the Cavalry Captain would be sufficiently capable to ward them off.”

“Well, when you’re surrounded on all sides, there’s not much you can do,” Kaeya shrugs as nonchalantly as possible. He’s not going to admit that he’d stood there and allowed them to get in a few good hits just so he’d have a good reason to come by.

You sigh and close your book, setting it on the windowsill beside you. “I suppose you’ll need some healing.”

“Please,” He responds with a chuckle, inclining his head. You nod and get to your feet.

“Keep an eye on Bennett,” You instruct Barbara, who quickly moves over to take your place beside the unlucky adventurer’s bed. “I trust that he’ll be well under your care.”

“Of course!” She nods, beaming as you gently pat her on the shoulder. “You can count on me!”

You nod, the faintest of smiles crossing your face. Kaeya almost feels as if he shouldn’t be witnessing such a sight, but he can’t help but stare in subtly open-mouthed awe until the smile disappears, and you begin leading him back into the east wing.

“How deep are the wounds?” You ask monotonously as you guide him to one of the chairs. He sits down without needing to be told, obediently holding out his right arm and allowing you to unfasten the cuffs and pull back his sleeves.

“Not deep enough to be too painful,” He answers, shivering slightly as he feels your cold fingers press into the skin around the wound, carefully prodding about to see the extent of the damage. “I’m sure that you’ll make quick work of it.”

His compliment doesn’t seem to affect you in the slightest - quite frankly, it’s a little disheartening how little you seem to care. “Then why didn’t you have Barbara heal your wounds for you? Do you think she is incapable?”

“No, not at all!” Kaeya hurries to answer, unnerved by the sudden narrowing of your normally calm eyes. “I just… rather like seeing you. That’s all.”

Your hands pause for the briefest of moments before returning to their work. Is Kaeya imagining the surprise that flashes across your face? “...is that so?”

“Of course...” He tries to offer a suave sort of smile, only to grimace when he feels you pinch the raw edges of his wound together in preparation to seal it.

You’re silent for a while, though Kaeya can’t quite tell if it’s because you’re absorbed in your work or if you’re thinking about something else. He tries not to stare, he really does, but you draw his eye with such deep compulsion that he can't seem to tear his eyes away.

Finally, your stern expression softening ever so slightly, you say, “...then you are welcome to come by whenever you please, injuries or not.”

He jolts so hard that he almost rips the wound open again as soon as you’ve sealed it, feeling a hot flush rise to his face. His mouth falls open, and he aggressively snaps it shut again as you look back up at him. “I…”

“Bennett has been rather vocal about his suspicions as to the frequency of your visits,” You say steadily and factually, a ghost of a smile tugging on your mouth. “I wasn’t sure whether to believe him before, but…”

“O-oh?” Kaeya pinches subtly at his own leg in an effort to snap himself back to his senses. Where on earth has all his charm and poise gone? He feels like a young boy again, stumbling over his words as his heart hammers like a drum in his heart. “What exactly has Bennett been saying?”

“He seems to be under the impression that you’re getting yourself injured deliberately,” You answer, and Kaeya mentally slaps himself. Of course he’d been too obvious. But, really, how else is he supposed to find an excuse to see you so often when you’re otherwise always so busy with patients?

“...I suppose I’ve been caught.” He raises his free hand to rub almost bashfully at the back of his neck. “Is it such a crime to want a reason to visit?”

You look him directly in the eyes, and he has to fight the urge not to throw his arms around you right then and there. How can one’s gaze be so blank and yet so warm at the same time? “Perhaps it would be better if you weren’t injured.”

“It’s the only way to make sure you’ll see me,” He chuckles. “You hardly ever seem to leave the hospital wing.”

You pause and frown slightly, as if confused, and the sight is so endearing that Kaeya doesn’t think his heart has ever felt so full. “...I don’t think I spend all my time here…”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever even seen you out on the streets,” He continues, fighting back a grin as you bring a hand to your chin, still looking rather puzzled. He pauses, taking in a breath, then asks, “Why don’t you stop by Angel’s Share in the evening some day?”

Your frown smooths out slightly, and you cock your head to the side. “...will you be there?”

His cheeks heat up again. “Of course - if you’d like me to be.”

You nod thoughtfully, pulling back from his arm. The wound is little more than a thin scar now. “I would.”

You shake your hand out briefly, coating it once again in your special brand of healing Cryo energy, and raise your frost-covered palm to the scratch in Kaeya’s cheek, only to see that he’s already staring intently at you. It’s almost unnerving how intense the glacial blue colour of his eyes is - so deep that you could almost be frozen in them completely, like a fly trapped in amber.

He moves the hand of his uninjured arm up to your own cheek, slowly, almost as if he’s in a trance. You can’t quite read the expression on his face - the gentle slope of his brows, the soft corners of his eyes, his ever-so-slightly ajar mouth - but it’s compelling in such a way that you can’t pull your gaze from his.

Almost abruptly, he smiles bright, eyes closing, and he leans forward. You freeze in place as he throws his uninjured arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, turning to press the softest of kisses to the side of your head.

“Kaeya?” You whisper, and his grip tightens slightly. He doesn’t respond, only laughs quietly, almost giddily, a deep sound that seems to reverberate through both your body and his.

You slowly raise your own arms and wrap them around him in turn, leaning into his touch. Kaeya laughs again, and this time you can’t help but smile, pressing yourself further into his embrace.

Footsteps and voices are approaching from somewhere far in the distance, and perhaps you hear a knock on the door, but in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care. For now, the patients and healing can wait.

[yumeyooa]

02—there’s magic in the air | sugawara koushi

—as per royal tradition, prince sugawara koushi, second in line to the throne of the kingdom of corvus, is to spend one whole spring in the kingdom of angora, strengthening relations between the two neighbouring kingdoms. but while exploring the forests of the otherwise mysterious land, he comes across a rather curious stranger, gracing the woodlands with her whimsical tunes and enigmatic melodies. The more they meet, the more enchanted he becomes and sugawara soon finds himself diving deep into her everything; not knowing of the dangerous wonders that would befall him the more he falls

➢  pairing: sugawara koushi x female! reader

➢ genre: fluff | angst | royal au | supernatural au | strangers to lovers | prince! sugawara | rated 15

➢ word count: 7.9k+

➢  warning: use of she/her pronouns | really big eagles | magic(?)

➢ love letter: i’m a day late but i’m finally finished with chapter 2! so many new characters ahhhh i hope you all like it and let me know what you think hehe :>> reblogs are highly appreciated

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Sugawara says nothing at first, caught in a stare-off with the frightened stranger, unsure of what to say. As a reflex, he throws his hands up in the air slightly, trying to come off as harmless. But it’s no use, as his stature and aura alone are enough to startle the poor girl.

“I apologize,” Sugawara says as he finally gathers his thoughts. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just enchanted by the wonderful music you were playing just now….” 

His words make the girl relax ever so slightly, even though she still looks at him with wary eyes. “W-who are you?” She asks again, backing up to the tree as Sugawara tries to take the first few steps to approach her. 

“My name is P—“ Sugawara halts, thinking to himself. Would it be a good idea to introduce himself as a prince right away? What if the girl gets startled? Or perhaps hostile even? There were so many things Sugawara wanted to ask her, he couldn’t just let her slip away because of his status. 

“My name is Koushi,” he says instead, showing a bright, kind smile. “I was exploring when I heard your music, so I came over to find the source. I truly mean no harm, miss.” 

The girl’s eyes stare at him in disbelief, and Sugawara can only watch patiently as the girl slowly takes him in. She stands up, walking towards him cautiously as if she were afraid that any moment he would run out and steal her away from the world she had come to know. 

“Your attire,” the girl mutters, looking him up and down. “Are you perhaps of noble descent?” 

If it wasn’t for the fact that Sugawara had been paying attention to the girl for quite some time, he would have probably missed that slightly hostile tone in her voice. It was evident that, for whatever reason, the girl held a grudge against the nobility. What more if royalty? Even if he were a prince of another country, he was still a prince. That simple fact wouldn’t change. 

“Unfortunately no,” Sugawara says, cringing at the way he was quickly deceiving the innocent girl. “I am merely an attendant of one.” 

Even at that, the girl’s eyes look up at him, this time with more caution laced into them. “And whom do you serve?” She asks, waiting with bated breath. 

“A noble of another kingdom, miss,” he replies, pleasantly surprised at how well he was able to keep his emotions in check. Perhaps he could consider engaging in the art of theatre once he returned to his hometown. It was always a pleasure to delve into new hobbies. But this wasn’t the time for that. 

“Another kingdom?” The girl repeats, confused. “Whatever are nobles from another kingdom doing here?” 

“For a delegation, miss,” Sugawara says, stunned at how well the girl carried herself. It was almost as if she weren’t a commoner at all with how her confidence was beginning to grow with each passing second. “A trip, if you will. My kingdom and yours have exchanged nobles for the spring to fulfill a promise made long ago.” 

The girl hums, eyes widening in realization. “Is that the reason why the city has become so festive lately?” 

“Most likely,” Sugawara says, shrugging. “Unless there is another festivity of the kingdom during the spring that I am unaware of….”

“No,” the girl mutters, shaking her head. “Unfortunately, there is not.” She stays silent for a while, looking at Sugawara before finally sighing, giving the prince a bashful grin. “I apologize, sir Koushi, for my rude behavior. It’s been a while since I last encountered a stranger….”

Her words make Sugawara raise his eyebrow in confusion. What did she mean by that? He wonders to himself. Why would he be the first stranger she’s seen in a while when citizens of the capital fare just beyond the forest?

But well, he figured, The forest is vast and wide. The miss must have been sheltered in the palace. Perhaps she is the daughter of one of the servants? 

“But nevertheless!” The girl suddenly exclaims, startling Sugawara out of his trance. “You mentioned you followed the sound of the music, correct?” 

“Yes,” Sugawara replied, nodding his head enthusiastically. “In all honesty, I had heard your melody a few days ago and just couldn’t get it out of my mind… It was spectacular! The moment I heard it again, I just had to see who was behind such artistry!” 

Flustered, the girl looks to the ground, not knowing what to say. “Thank you,” she mutters after a while, avoiding matching gazes with the prince. “But are you certain that you heard the sound I had just played?” 

It’s strange, Sugawara thinks to himself. What could she possibly mean by that? “Yes, I am certain,” he says, confusion seeping out of him. “Is there a reason for me not to be?” 

Sugawara watches as the girl fidgets where she stands, before taking a deep breath and gently taking Sugawara’s hand into hers, dragging him towards the piano, which as Sugawara had assumed moments prior, was worn out and broken, in a state where it would have ordinarily been impossible to use. 

“This piano is old,” the girl says, tracing her hands through the dusty keys. “Very old, much older than I am. And as you can see, it’s broken and withered and shouldn’t be able to produce any sound at all, yet….”

The girl sits down on the rusty chair, taking a deep breath before playing a few notes. “When I play, despite not knowing how to, it makes a sound. I’ve tried showing others the beauty of it, but they are unable to hear. You are the first I’ve ever encountered that could hear its melody….” 

Sugawara remains frozen where he stands, eyes swelled in shock as he takes the girl’s words in. There was so much to process. First of all, was she meaning to say that she had absolutely no knowledge of how to play the piano, yet she was able to conjure up a magnificent melody, just like that? What kind of sorcery was this? Is this, too, one of the magical attributes of the Kingdom of Angora?

Second, whatever did she mean by him being the first to hear it? That made absolutely no sense. But then again, it did all the same. Sugawara recalls how Yamaguchi reacted when he first told him about this enchanting melody. It was a melody he couldn’t hear despite Sugawara hearing it clear as day. He thought he was delusional for a second, but if the girl’s words were true, then it meant that for some strange reason, the beaten-up piano in front of him had been enchanted with magic. 

How peculiar��.

The girl, on the other hand, not sure of what to make of Sugawara’s reaction, looks at him with uncertain eyes. “I know that my words seem like nonsense,” she mutters, “But believe me when I say they are true.” 

It’s strange. If this were any normal circumstance, Sugawara would have scoffed and accused the girl of lying. But he couldn’t find the heart in him to do so. The genuine sincerity in her eyes didn’t help either as they looked at him with such passion and determination as if they were trying with their whole being to convince Sugawara that she was indeed telling the truth. 

“I suppose there is some sense to your words….” Sugawara says, somewhat teasingly. He tried to hide it to the best of his abilities, but it was no use. The moment he saw the slightly distraught expression on the girl’s face, he couldn’t help himself. He let out a chuckle, something he hadn’t done in a while with all the heavy burdens weighing on his shoulders, and smiled, much to the girl’s confusion. 

“I’m sorry, are you laughing?” She asks, startled and confused. Sugawara’s grin only widens, amused at the whole situation. “And if I am?” He playfully asks, watching as the girl’s expression molds into one of exasperation, not quite sure what to make of his playful banter. 

“May I ask why?” She finally says, looking at him, concerned. “I don’t believe this is a matter to laugh about….” 

It’s oddly refreshing, Sugawara thinks to himself. The girl’s reaction is a first for him. For so long, Sugawara had been faced with people who held themselves up with such extensive egos that Sugawara just wanted to grab them by the hair and bring them back down to earth, as gracefully as his status could allow. He had to keep up with their foolish little games, fake smiles, and awfully hidden intentions. 

But there was something so interesting about the apparent innocence she portrayed. Sure, she seemed wary and cautious of him initially, but he couldn’t hold that against her. He would, too, if he randomly encountered a stranger in the woods. But it was that strange naivety and child-like behavior that made her inexplicably stand out within the few short moments he got to know her. 

“Fret not,” Sugawara says, smiling at the puzzled girl. “I was merely playing with you for a moment…” the realization that falls into the girl’s eyes is all too precious. “I believe you, no matter how ridiculous your words maybe.”

The girl pouts, obviously bummed by the fact that she had gotten played by a stranger she barely knew. She sulked, turning her back to Sugawara, and averting her gaze back to the ancient piano that had been her only source of entertainment for a short while, getting lost in thought. The silence is quite calming, and Sugawara observes the girl as she gazes softly at the worn instrument as if it were a newborn child, eyes holding great care and affection. 

Everything about this whole situation is unusual. A girl in the woods who knew nothing about the piano playing the most gorgeous tune from the tips of her fingertips and gracing the ears of those who could listen to it. If Sugawara didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he was living in a fairy tale. But this was reality. And what reality was telling him at the moment was that sometimes the truth could be quite… whimsical. 

“How long have you known about this?” He asks as he makes his way closer, basically hovering over the girl as he curiously observes the piano underneath him. The girl, mildly startled, looks up at him with an inquisitive gaze before smiling softly, gently caressing the ragged keys. “I’m afraid I’m not sure,” she whispers. “I have no sense of time, you see… All I know is that I came across this beauty one day and haven’t stopped visiting since.”

Strange. How could the girl not have a sense of time? It was pretty unusual. Time was something he considered of utmost importance, especially as a royal. He couldn’t afford to waste any; that would be a disgrace not only to his status but to his dignity as a human being. How curious it was to meet such a person who didn’t consider time to be of vital priority, 

Sugawara hums, unsure of what to say. He observes the girl for a few moments, taking in the way she looks at the old instrument as if it were the most glorious thing ever known to mankind. He had never seen such a look on anyone else before. It was both captivating and intriguing to him. 

“Well then,” Sugawara finally says, mustering up the courage to speak as the girl turns to him with another inquiring glance. “Would it be alright if I could request for you to play again? Your music is absolutely charming, miss.”

There’s a glimmer that sparks in the girl’s eyes as she quickly nods and settles down on the chair in front of her, hands hovering over the keys, before taking a deep breath. Now that he’s closer, Sugawara can see the way the girl almost changes, as if playing has drawn her into a trance that no one could ever bring her out of but herself. It’s amusing to Sugawara, but just as he’s about to comment on it, her eyes open, her gaze changing into a more serene one, and her hands finally settle on the keys, commencing her play. 

And up close, Sugawara is blown away even more. 

Every note is crisp and clear as they dance together in harmony to produce a lovely tune that moves his heart into tears. Sugawara was sure that if he had to associate a sound to the heavens above, this is what he would call it. It was as if he had stepped into paradise, introduced to the true beauty of the world. Even his surroundings changed, as hard as it was to believe. 

It was like nature itself was singing, thriving on the music that fell from the girl’s gentle fingertips. Life surged through the leaves and the branches and the breeze that caressed the surface with its calm wind. The colors waltzed around him. The bold greens, timid yellows, and proud blues blended together to create a view that Sugawara swears even the best artists could never capture. 

It was so much more brilliant. Raw, surreal, and marvelous to the point that Sugawara didn’t even notice that the girl had finished, too stunned to form the words. She looked up at the clearly awed man with a flustered look of her own, not expecting him to be as amazed as he was. She didn’t necessarily think her music was extraordinary. Heck, she just let it flow through her naturally, as if someone had lit up a switch inside of her. 

The girl didn’t quite understand it herself, but she was glad that it made others happy. Or at least she hoped it did. 

“How was it?” She asks even though she had the gut feeling about the answer based on the shocked look plastered on his face. But who knows? The shock could mean he was appalled with how terrible it sounded. Even if he was a mere servant of a noble from another kingdom, there was a chance that he was well versed in music. What if her music was so horrible that he would wish to never hear or see from her again?

“Incredible…” is all Sugawara says, mouth still hanging in awe. He was right to chase after her music. He was right to pursue it. The girl was a talent that came once in a lifetime, a talent heavily blessed by the Ancient Ones. A diamond under the rough, even. How come her talent had never been discovered before? Did it have something to do with the fact that she claimed no one else could hear her? Why was that so? Was it the piano? If he were to bring her to another piano, would her music finally be heard? 

“...Absolutely Incredible,” he continues, staring at the girl with wide eyes as she looks up at him with sheepish ones. “So incredible, in fact, that I have nothing else to say.” His praises fluster her. No one’s ever complimented her this way before. It caused a warm feeling to bubble in her chest, blooming from within her as she smiled at him in happiness. 

“Thank you,” the girl says sincerely, eyes beaming as she smiles so wide she could feel her cheeks begin to hurt. Meeting Sugawara was honestly a breath of fresh air on her part. She had always hated aristocrats. They were stuck up rude, and as her caretaker pointed out, selfish. They only cared about themselves and the things that could be beneficial for them. But she could tell from the few moments she’s spent with Sugawara that he was different. And for now, it was a good kind of different. 

The girl was about to say more. To invite him to play with her because perhaps he was musically inclined himself? Maybe he could teach her a thing or two. She only played what her heart told you to but never truly learned how playing the piano actually worked. But it has always been a dream she wished to reach one day. Something she longed for desperately. Maybe Sugawara could be that teacher figure for her?

But then, from the corner of her eye, she spots a black cat staring at her from its position atop a tree branch, its eyes boring heavily into hers, and her blood runs cold. The girl stands up, much to Sugawara’s surprise, and frantically looks around before finally looking up at the sky and letting out a gasp of surprise. 

“Oh my,” she mutters, gathering up her skirt and hoisting her legs over the chair so she could stand up, dusting the dirt off of her dress. “Oh me, oh my,” 

“Miss?” Sugawara asks, confused at the girl’s frantic state. She pauses momentarily to stare at Sugawara like a deer caught in headlights, almost forgetting he had been there in the first place. “Is there something wrong?”

“Time,” is all she mutters as she takes a glance at the black cat who remains on top of the tree branch, seemingly glaring at her to get a move on. “I’m out of time. I’m late. Oh dear, Oh Heavens.”

In the midst of your panicking, Sugawara can’t help but be confused. What did she mean? Out of time for what? 

“I apologize, kind sir, but I have to go. If I’m late for another second— Oh! I don’t even want to think about it!” The girl bundles up her skirt within her hands once more as she begins to make her way to the opposite direction from where Sugawara came, but just before she can make a run from it, Sugawara reaches out his arm to grab her own, stopping the frantic girl momentarily. 

“Will you come back?” He asks, wishing to hear her beautiful melody once more. The girl looks at him, eyes darting from every which direction before nodding hastily, a forced smile on her face. “Of course, sire.” She says, nodding. “So long as there is music, I will be here.” 

And just like that, she leaves, not even turning back to give Sugawara a farewell wave. He doesn’t notice how the black cat from behind him disappears the moment she moves away from his line of sight. All he knows is the disappointment that gathers within his heart, settling deep within his bones. 

Especially considering how he didn’t even catch her name. 

“Good Morning Sire, I have brought you your morning tea,” Yamaguchi says as he enters Sugawara’s room with a cart alongside him. Sugawara nods in greeting as he basks in the morning sunlight shining on his suite’s balcony, clad in his morning robes as he tries to will the lingering sleep clinging unto him away. 

“Did you have a good sleep, your highness?” Yamaguchi asks as he sets down the teacup in front of him, grabbing the teapot in the process. “Today’s tea is a special green tea from the Kingdom of Reynard in the East. According to the servants from their delegation, this tea is perfect for energizing the body.” 

Sugawara hums as the fragrance of the tea wafts through the air and settles within him. Already he can feel his energy begin to load itself after the fatigue from the night before, and he shows a soft smile, offering his thanks to Yamaguchi. “What is our agenda for the day?” He asks, rolling his head to ease out the kinks that have formed prior. 

“Today, the Kingdom of Angora has prepared a special trip towards the Magic Academy. After breakfast, we are to depart immediately as it is quite a journey from the castle.” 

The Magic Academy? Sugawara muses to himself. How interesting.

Sugawara had highly anticipated the trip to the Magic Academy. Especially considering how the Kingdom of Angora was prominent in the field of magic. It was rumored that their Academy was top class and was way more advanced than any other academy in the world. According to the information gathered by his team, the director of the Academy was said to be directly blessed by the Ancient Ones. A chosen one, if you will. 

He wonders if the mysterious maiden he met was a chosen one too. 

It’s been a few days since his fateful encounter with her in the forest, and ever since then, he hasn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The yearning in his heart was too intense, unbearable at times. Sometimes he wished to abandon his duties just to venture out to the forest once more. But he knew that after the stunt he had pulled on Yamaguchi, he had to be wary. 

After all, he was still the leading representative of his kingdom. He was not about to blow it. 

Before he knows it, his quiet time comes and goes, and breakfast was just around the corner. Sugawara wished he could have just eaten within the comforts of his suite. He immensely enjoyed that cup of tea Yamaguchi had poured him. Although bitter, it did wonders in restoring the energy he needed for the day. It would have done him well to enjoy another cup while eating a delicious Angorian meal as he admired the view. 

But alas, breakfast was also a time when Prince Morisuke would brief them of their plans for the day and what they were to expect within the mini trip. Honestly, he could have left that part to the servants. But perhaps with this being the infamous Magic Academy on the line, the said prince felt the need to rise up to the occasion. 

Or at least that’s what it looked like.  

However, as much as Sugawara despised socializing, there were moments that he did find the daily breakfast enjoyable. Prince Morisuke was a charm to converse with, and Sugawara honestly found himself building a suitable friendship with him. Yet, he could never shake that strange feeling he got whenever he interacted with any member of the Angorian Royal Family. 

It was different from how he reacted to Duke Tooru and Marquess Yuji. Those two were way too easy to read, their intentions showing in their faces. And in a way, he quite enjoyed toying them, watching their faces fall in disappointment when he would reject their requests. 

But with the Angorian Royal Family, Sugawara felt unsettled. He couldn’t quite describe it. It was as if every fiber in his being was screaming at him to stray away from them and head back, even though at the surface, Sugawara could find no fault in them. 

And that, perhaps, was the most significant warning sign of all. 

But he ignores it, for now, plastering a fake smile as he engages in a pleasant conversation with Prince Morisuke, exchanging thoughts about a philosopher they both enjoyed, with Duke Shinsuke of the Kingdom of Reynard joining in. 

“I’ll have to thank you for introducing us to such exquisite tea, Duke Shinsuke,” Sugawara fawns, turning to the Duke that sat beside him with a pleased smile. “My butler poured me a cup before breakfast, and it was absolutely splendid.”

When Sugawara had found out that a delegation had arrived from the Kingdom of Reynard to establish trade relations with the Kingdom of Angora, Sugawara couldn’t help but be excited. Because as much as this was an opportunity for his kingdom’s more magically inclined ally, this was a perfect opportunity to help his own kingdom thrive as well. 

“My pleasure, your highness,” Duke Shinsuke comments with a small smile of his own forming on his lips. “Our green tea is the pride of the kingdom. It brings me great joy that you’ve enjoyed it. I’ll be sure to tell our servants to give you some spare supply should we have any.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Sugawara says, genuinely excited. “Perhaps we should have some tea together? I do find our conversations pleasant and would gladly enjoy some more.”

“I am honored by your praise, your highness.” Duke Shinsuke says humbly, giving a slight nod. “Perhaps Prince Morisuke would like to join us as well? We would love to hear more about your nation’s history.” 

“Yes,” Sugawara agrees, although he tries to hide the disappointment that bursts from within him the moment Duke Shinsuke had proposed his suggestion. He truly did enjoy conversing with the stoic Duke, and he wouldn’t want that to be hindered by that unsettling feeling that continues to rise the more he stays in the presence of any member of the Angorian Royal Family. But he couldn’t deny how enlightened he felt whenever he talked with them. “It would be a real pleasure!”

“I would love to, gentlemen,” Prince Morisuke says, and Sugawara can immediately tell the slight shift in his mood, although by the looks of it, no one else other than him can sense it. Perhaps he was looking into it too much? “However, I’m afraid my schedule won’t allow me even a moment of freedom. Perhaps another time?”

Silence befalls the three as they solemnly agree, continuing on with their meal. Prince Morisuke doesn’t engage in any further conversation after that, choosing to instead eat in silence as Sugawara and Shinsuke continue to engage in a pleasant conversation.

Before long, breakfast ends, and everyone is in a haze, getting ready to embark on the journey towards the Magic Academy. Sugawara understands their excitement. It’s not every day that you get the opportunity to go somewhere where some could only dream of. Even as royalty, getting into the Magic Academy was a difficult feat. 

Excitement rushes through his veins as he enters the carriage. The Magic Academy was the one thing he had been looking forward to throughout his entire stay in the Kingdom of Angora, and he was confident that this venture would be the highlight of his journey, aside from his chance encounter with the mysterious girl in the forest. 

What wonders would he be able to learn from the Academy? Perhaps he could learn some techniques and spells to improve his own magical abilities? If he did, he was sure to return home and flaunt his new findings to his brothers, who would without a doubt be in awe at his learnings. Daichi, especially, would marvel at the wonders of it, immediately asking Sugawara to spar with him. 

Oh, how Sugawara missed his brothers. 

“You seem a little excited, your highness,” A playful voice comes out, and Sugawara snaps out of his trance only to be face-to-face with Marquess Yuji, who was staring at him with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk. Oh Right. Sugawara thinks to himself, inwardly groaning. He was in a carriage with Duke Tooru and Marquess Yuji, who would without a doubt bother him with their meaningless stunts to earn his favor so their families could manipulate him to take the crown from his brother.

But Sugawara had no desire for the throne. All he wanted was to live a happy and comfortable life, doing his part and supporting his brothers. But of course, others wouldn’t want that for him. 

“I admit that this trip has piqued my interest,” he says, chuckling with a fake smile. “Who wouldn’t want to see what the infamous Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Angora is like?” 

“Is it really that great?” Marquess Yuji asks, with an uninterested expression on my face. “I don’t really see how magnificent an academy of all things could be.”

“Well, that’s because you’re an idiot, Marquess Yuji,” Duke Tooru quips, causing Sugawara’s eyes to widen in surprise at how blunt the duke was. “One would be a fool not to be excited at going to the Magic Academy of all places. Do you not know how hard it is to get in? Only the best of the best are permitted to even catch a glimpse of the Academy! We’re practically given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here!”

To say that Sugawara was surprised was a tremendous understatement. He was shocked, impressed, and amused at Duke Tooru’s outburst, not expecting the usual flirty duke to geek out about something other than his looks and charms. 

“Is that so?” Marquess Yuji asks, still not interested. Well, it was a given. As far as Sugawara knew, Marquess Yuji was very adept with the sword. His whole family had fostered a line of very capable swordsmen who’d help lead the frontier of the country’s defenses. Magic didn’t really seem to suit him. 

Scoffing at the Marquess’ lack of interest, Duke Tooru turns to Sugawara with an excited gaze. It’s pretty different from the usual expressions Sugawara had seen from the Duke throughout their journey. He was usually more calculative, always seeming to hide his true intentions behind a mask. But today, he seemed a little more authentic. And Sugawara wasn’t sure what to make of it. 

“Is there anything you’re looking forward to, your highness?” The duke enthusiastically asks, and it almost feels like he has stars in his eyes with how much enthusiasm vibrated through his entire being. “Personally, I cannot wait to see how they teach spells. There’s such a big difference between learning from old books and actually learning from real magicians! I just can’t wait to see it!”

“Yes,” Sugawara agrees with a small smile. “I’m quite fascinated with learning new spells and techniques. The books back at our kingdom can only do so much.”

“Indeed!” Duke Tooru exclaims, clasping his hands together excitedly. “The magic we’ll be able to learn in this short trip will most definitely help us in the long run! Perhaps it will gain you favor with his majest—“

“—Duke Tooru,” Sugawara interrupts, a stern gaze gracing his features. “I would advise you to stop while you’re still hanging on a thread. It would be best not to ruin my day with your words.”

He should have known. Sugawara knew it was too good to be true. No matter how pleasant Duke Tooru was to converse with, he was still part of the Oikawa Duchy, one of the powerful families that desired power in the kingdom.

There’s tension in the air after his words as Duke Tooru falls silent in shock, with Marquess Yuji staring between the two of them with unsure yet awkward eyes.

“My apologies, your highness,” Duke Tooru says, his familiar fake smile plastered on his face as he composes himself. “It was my mistake. I’ll try not to do it again.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, leaving Sugawara to groan inwardly. He knows his words are half-hearted. Duke Tooru and Marquess Yuji would still use any chance they could get to convince him to vie for the throne. But he couldn’t scold them for it, as he still had to go through an entire carriage ride back to the castle with them. And he would rather not spend it with the burning tension of awkwardness raging through the air.

Luckily for him, however, the carriage momentarily halts, causing the three nobles to be confused. Sugawara takes the initiative to take a peek out of the carriage window, calling out to his attendant Yamaguchi, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver.

“What seems to be the matter?” Sugawara calls, addressing his attendant, who turns back at him with an adept smile on his face. “The Barrier Sire,” Yamaguchi calls back, causing Sugawara to frown in confusion, prompting him to continue. “We have reached the border and are about to cross the barrier that protects the academy.”

Now that Sugawara had a better look, he realized they had entered an empty clearing, just at the bottom of a mountain. It would certainly be strange if Sugawara hadn’t known any better. Anyone would have questioned why they were in the middle of nowhere if they weren’t informed of their destination prior, or rather they would have panicked and assumed that they were being kidnapped.

However, this was no trap whatsoever. To Sugawara’s surprise, magic weaves through the air, bursting up above and causing the barrier to make itself visible, and finally, Sugawara can see the Magic Academy in all of its glory.

To say the Academy was stunning is a gross understatement. It was gorgeous, far beyond his wildest dreams. The Academy took the form of a castle situated on the edge of a hill, watching over the Kingdom with all its majesty and glory. 

Sugawara marveled at the intricacy of the Academy, feeling even more surprised when he suddenly felt the carriage being lifted in the air, gaping in shock as the horses began galloping mid-air all the way to the top of the hill where the castle’s entrance lay.

He couldn’t even register the audible gasp from Marquess Yuji and Duke Tooru, who marveled at the sight right beside him, not believing their eyes. Sure, they should have expected some magic the moment they embarked on their journey to the magic Academy, but this was far beyond what they expected. 

It was even more remarkable than their first flying experience when they first arrived at the kingdom. It wasn’t just levitation magic. It was almost as if they gave wings to the horses allowing them to soar high and flaunt their majesty and grandeur. The three nobles were rendered speechless even as they landed on the entrance, too stunned to comprehend that they had arrived.

“Your highness?” Yamaguchi says, mildly concerned as he opens the carriage scope, seeing the awestruck expressions on all three of the nobles’ faces. “Are you alright?”

Sugawara finally breaks from his trance, looking at Yamaguchi with a sheepish smile. “Yes,” he says, swiftly getting off the carriage, Duke Tooru, and Marquess Yuji following closely behind. 

The entrance of the magic academy was just as impressive as getting there was. Surrounded by lush greenery and branded with the Academy’s flags, the entrance made Sugawara feel like he was about to enter a portal that would lead him to another world. 

In the midst of the ginormous arch that marked the entrance stood an old man. The man was dressed in noble robes, with a scepter disguised as a cane held in his hands. He observes the crowd of royals and nobles gathering in front of him, waiting for everyone to settle down before he lets out a cheery smile. 

With a snap of his hands, sparks fly into the air, and a welcome sign formed by magic litters the atmosphere, amazing the crowd. “Welcome, delegates to the Magic Academy!” The old man greets, hands flailing around him gleefully.

“We’re so glad you are here to celebrate this momentous occasion! It isn’t every day that royals from kingdoms across the continent come together to visit our humble school!” 

The old man seems cheerful, undeniably so. But Sugawara couldn’t exactly blame him because he was right. It was sporadic to have three kingdoms in the same area, no less on a visit to a school. To the Academy, this must have been as much as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as their stay was.

“My name is Nekomata Yasufumi, the director of this Academy. It’s a pleasure to have you all here.” Sugawara’s eyes widened at his words. The Nekomata family is considerably the oldest family in the history of the Kingdom of Angora and once stood tall as the royal family before the current one took over long ago. It was inspiring to Sugawara how even with their fallen status, they stood tall with impressive achievements under their belt. 

“On behalf of all the students and teachers, we wish you a pleasant trip, and may the Ancient Ones bless you with divine grace and prominence,” and just as quickly as he came, he disappears, leaving everyone in shock at what had happened. 

Magic was indeed a remarkable thing. 

“My apologies,” A voice calls, and everyone turns their attention towards a man dressed in extravagant robes, glasses perched atop his nose, and a soft smile on his face. “Our director is quite the character, as you can see. I hope you’ll find it in yourselves to forgive him.”

The man then turns to Prince Morisuke, bowing. “Greetings, your highness, it is a pleasure to have you in our Academy once more, and greetings as well to the fine nobles of the kingdoms of Corvus and Reynard. My name is Akaashi Keiji, a professor of potions and alchemy at the Academy. I am humbled to be in your presence.”

Compared to the director of the Academy, Professor Keiji was much calmer and held himself up with such dignity and grace, almost as if he were a noble himself. As if he was reading Sugawara’s mind, Prince Morisuke smiles, walking up to the calm professor and swinging his arm around his shoulders, much to the shock of everyone in the vicinity. Prince Morisuke hardly played around like this after all, and it was strangely refreshing, now that Sugawara thought about it. 

“Professor Keiji here is actually a Duke of the Bokuto Duchy. His partner, Duke Kotaro, is the current head, however. If you could all recall, he introduced himself during the trip to the knight’s quarters.” There’s a faint blush on the professor’s cheeks as he tries to cover it up by looking to the side, causing Sugawara to smile. 

He remembers Duke Kotaro, who, without a doubt, was quite a character himself. It was almost as if he still retained remnants of the child he once was even as he had grown into an adult. He was loud but bright and certainly knew how to foster a fun environment, even if the people surrounding him were unfamiliar with each other. 

He had visited the royal knights’ headquarters to spar with Prince Tetsuro, who had invited him over for a showcase duel, much to the delight of the knights and the royals surrounding them. Watching their fight reminded Sugawara of when he would spar with his brother Daichi, and soon after, he had sent a letter home, fulfilling the promise he had made to his brothers that he would update them as soon as he got to the kingdom. 

“I would appreciate it if you would stop with the flattery, your highness,” Professor Keiji whispers as he wiggles himself out of Prince Morisuke’s hold, clearing his throat and plastering on a professional smile as if the little incident mere moments ago hadn’t happened at all. “We are in front of esteemed guests after all.” 

From beside him, Prince Morisuke scoffs playfully before giving the professor a slight slap to the back, catching him off guard. The bewildered expression on his face almost made Sugawara let out a chuckle, but he kept it in so that he wouldn’t feel embarrassed. 

“My apologies,” Professor Keiji says, averting his gaze before finally composing himself. “With all distractions aside, I’d like to welcome you all once more to the Magic Academy. I will be your guide for the first day, which will simply be a tour around the campus. The second day, you’ll be guided by other professors who will be more than happy to accommodate you in their lessons.”

Sugawara was ecstatic. Were they really going to allow them to take lessons from esteemed professors just like that? It seemed too good to be true. Duke Tooru, who stood right beside him, seems to share the same sentiments as he was practically vibrating with excitement from where he stood. Sugawara understands because if he just had the permission to, he would be jumping in joy. 

The tour begins, and Sugawara finds himself marveling at the sights and integrity of the Academy. It was as if he was being transported into a different universe. The capital of the Kingdom of Angora may have been thriving with magic, but this was on a whole other level. It was as if the Academy was living in magic. It was everywhere, from the rebel students flying through the halls to the way spells were used to pick up fallen books. Everything about the Academy was absolutely charming. 

But even more so when they got a peek at how classes were being conducted. 

When they arrived at the lake, where flying classes were also held, they were surprised to find one in session. It seemed as if the class was for a group of freshmen who were about to learn all about the basics of flying. 

“That’s Professor Shohei,” Professor Akaashi explains, as the group observed a very unique man leap through the air like he was performing a magic show. “He’s the head professor of the Flying Department. As you can see, he quite enjoys it. He’s also a member of the Angorian Royal Family, right, your highness?”

“Indeed,” Prince Morisuke replied, grumbling under his breath. “He’s a cousin of mine, the son of my father’s sister. Quite an oddball if you were to ask me.”

“But you can’t deny his skill,” Professor Keiji adds as the group marvels at the way the strange professor leaped through the air as if he were walking on the ground. “How is he doing that?” Marquess Yuji mutters without thinking, mouth agape in awe. “It’s almost like he’s dancing mid-air.”

“Nobody really knows, Marquess,” Professor Keiji answers, smiling at the flustered man who grins awkwardly in return. “As talented as he is, Professor Shohei has some difficulty in converting that talent into something the students can easily understand, yet even so, at the end of it all, the students under his guidance become expert flyers.” 

True to his word, the students began trying to fly themselves, with many not succeeding no matter how hard they tried. But there were others who got the feeling almost immediately and soared through the air (albeit a bit wobbly), causing smiles to circle the group of nobles.

“Follow along, gentlemen,” Professor Keiji says, capturing the group’s attention. “We still have many places to cover.” 

Place after place, Sugawara could do nothing but be amazed at the sheer grandeur of the Magic Academy. From the grand hall, which served as the common area of all the students, to the enormous greenhouse that was home to numerous magical plants (even the poisonous ones), to a tall tower with the most spectacular view, the Academy was nothing short of amazing. 

Sugawara couldn’t wait to experience the greatness of it all on the second day. They had already taken glimpses at some of the classes throughout the tour aside from flying, and it had been an experience like no other. There was magical combat, held in the basements of the Academy, yet it was enchanted to look like an open field. However, the professor, Professor Kiryu, was very intimidating and ruled his class with an iron fist. Professor Keiji had mentioned that it was the way of the south, yet even so, Sugawara wished he could avoid that class as much as possible. 

Professor Keiji had even brought them to his own personal classroom, which was filled to the brim with all sorts of potions and ingredients, some that Sugawara had never even heard of in his life! The kind professor had even showcased some of his brews, even going so far as to show his most recent endeavor, a healing elixir that would help restore one’s conditions in record speed. It was indeed a remarkable feat. 

The amount of wisdom and knowledge he had learned just by touring around the Academy was already more than what Sugawara could ever wish for. What more when he actually got the opportunity to try and experience it for himself? This was going to be the most prominent part of his journey thus far, and he swears to himself that he would never let this chance slip away from his fingertips.

“And here is our last stop for the day,” Professor Keiji says as he leads the group to another area, and this time Sugawara is confused as to what this location was for. They had already seen the spaces meant for combat and flying. What else could they possibly need? 

All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, a screech rings through the air, and from the sky, a humongous eagle flies down, almost as if it was aiming for the group. Terrified, Sugawara ducks, not knowing what else to do, but nothing sinister comes his way, and he looks back up only to see that the eagle had flown over their head and had landed on a tall rock, looking at them with curious eyes. 

Shocked, Sugawara can only stare at the eagle in confusion, yet at the same time, he marvels at how majestic it appeared to be. In the midst of his admiration, he almost doesn’t hear the sound of giggles ringing through the air, but it makes its way to his ears, and Sugawara turns to the source of the sound, the giggles ringing quite familiar. 

A girl suddenly steps out from behind the rock, making her way towards the group, a sly grin on her face. From the corner of his eye, Sugawara can see the annoyed expression on Professor Keiji’s face, but that was the least of Sugawara’s concerns at the moment. 

Because right now, standing directly in front of him, was the girl he had been thinking about for the longest time. The girl he spent a pleasant afternoon in the forest with, the girl who could play the sound of the heavens. 

How could this be? 

“Hello everyone, I hope Taku here didn’t startle you too much. He loves putting on a show.”

Sugawara continues to stare, not believing what he was seeing in the slightest. But as more time passed, and the more the girl’s appearance didn’t change, the more he was trying to convince himself that it was true. Fate had worked its magic and brought the two souls together. There was no other explanation. 

“Professor (Y/N), how many times have I told you to keep the animals in check?” Professor Keiji sighs, rubbing his temple in annoyance as if he had gone through this plenty of times before. 

“Hmm, maybe a hundred? Or was it a thousand?” The girl— no, (Y/N) quips back, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. “I’m not really sure, but honestly, I don’t really care!”

Before Professor Keiji could scold the girl, she turns to the group, a bright smile on her face. Sugawara almost swears from where he stood, captivated by the way the sunlight highlighted the girl’s face. 

“Greetings delegates, and welcome once more to the Magical Academy! My name is Professor (Y/N), and I teach courses on Divinity and Magical Creatures! A pleasure to meet you!”

“—Why are you here?” Before he even realized it, Sugawara had blurted out his thoughts, causing everyone around him to look at him curiously. He looks down, flustered. Why did he blurt that out? What was he thinking? He could do better than this. He was a prince, after all! 

The girl’s smile drops, and she looks at him with a confused gaze. After pondering for a moment, she takes him in and surveys him up and down before finally addressing him. 

“I’m sorry but do I know you?”

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kingdom of welcome addiction | four

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Genre: smut (with plot), this part is just suggestive, mostly plot

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader / ???yunho x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: a bit of blood drinking, not much else in this part tbh

Synopsis: A new boy from your class steals your attention, but something about it seems too good to be true. 

A/N: The plot thickens! I know most of you are here for the smut but this chapter is very important for later parts! Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always! <3

The familiar alleyway. Why did you come back here? It went on endlessly, you couldn’t see the street from either side. You were running, but you weren’t sure why. Was someone chasing you?

A glimmer of crimson caught your eye from the shadow, a familiar flash of fangs sparkling in the thinly veiled moonlight. A bloodthirsty snarl painted his face. The demon from before? He stepped into the light, and his piercings glimmered in the flickering glow of the rusty street light. You swiveled to run, but the brick wall stopped your path. That wasn’t there before... 

You turned to meet his eyes, hungry with bloodlust, like a lion stalking its prey. He had you cornered. His proverbial lamb.

San. 

He lurched forward, his speed unmatched, pinning you up against the wall with a disturbing thud. You gasped as the wind knocked from your body. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, not even your breaths. His hands viced around your neck. Why was he doing this? Why? Tears poured from your eyes as he squeezed mercilessly. You couldn’t understand why. You thought he was supposed to protect you.

You heard him speak, but his words didn’t make any sense. His voice was a venomous hiss, poison dripping from his fangs as he trained his eyes over you, to the hands squeezing the life out of you. Why was he hurting you? What did you do wrong?  

Your body went cold as you writhed, unable to run, unable to scream, unable to breathe. Piercing black eyes watched you as you sobbed helplessly, searching for any remnant of life left in your lungs, clawing at his hands, silently begging him to stop. 

And then black.

The next thing you saw was the dizzyingly bright white of your ceiling. The sheets were drenched under you from sweat, blankets thrown everywhere from tossing and turning in your bed. 

Your hand came to your neck, tracing the faint scars from San’s teeth, remembering the grip of his hands around your neck. He could have killed you, back then, if he hadn’t snapped out of it. You would be dead. 

You were falling for him. But somewhere inside of you, somewhere deep in your subconscious, he terrified you.

Your next semester had been, so far, incredibly overwhelming—and it was still only the first day. You weren’t used to such a hectic schedule, usually opting to take most of your courses online, but your schedule this time was booked entirely on campus. 

Your last class of the day: Advanced Human Religion. Fitting, for your current entanglement with a particular demon. Admittedly, that was the reason you took the class. Maybe it’d give you a better picture of what you were dealing with. But probably not. 

You just wanted the day to be over—time felt endless in the constant drawl of class after class, boring lecture after boring lecture. 

Until you saw him.

Time seemed to stop as he rounded the corner through the doorway, like a slow-motion movie scene. 

He wasn’t your usual type, you were usually exclusively drawn to the “tall, dark and handsome” trope. He ticked only two of those boxes. One, he was incredibly tall. He towered over you, and most of the people in the classroom, a perfectly proportioned giant. Lean, limber, and absolutely stunning. Two, he was unbelievably handsome. 

But dark? He was exactly the opposite. He was a glowing ray of light, you imagined if this was a cartoon there would be golden glitter sparkling around him as he walked. His cotton-candy blue hair was styled neatly on his head, tousled gently in a way that looked purposeful. He was effortlessly gorgeous, almost ethereal. 

Part of you wanted him to take the empty seat next to you, so badly. The other part wanted him as far away as possible—not only because the butterflies fluttering in your stomach were making you too nervous to breathe, but because he was so pure he could probably detect the sin permeating from your aura. You didn’t deserve to even be in the room with someone so sparkly and bright. You’d been fucking a bloodthirsty demon, after all. And you had the scars to prove it.

He was walking in your direction. Fuck. What do you do? Look at him, look away? Look at your phone? His eyes trained on the seat next to you. As he walked behind you, your heart stopped completely, breath frozen in your chest. Why were you so nervous? Why?

He took a gentle seat next to you as you fumbled uselessly on your phone, trying to pretend you didn’t even notice him. 

Your eyes wouldn’t listen. You glanced over at him, and he met your eyes warmly. He flashed you the most heavenly smile you’d ever seen, his eyes forming into soft crescents. He looked like the embodiment of sunshine. “Hi, I’m Yunho.” 

You felt yourself shrinking as the heat rose in your cheeks, unable to keep calm as you tried not to stare too obviously at him. “I-I’m Y/N,” you stuttered, shifting in your chair as you tried to stay upright. 

Other than his ray-of-sunlight aura, he smelled incredible. Like warm, freshly baked bread wafting in the air on a summer day. He smelled like a nostalgia, like a distant memory you’d forgotten, but desperately wanted to remember. 

You didn’t have a chance to make too much conversation with him, as your lecture was about to start any second. You had a hard time focusing for the rest of the class—it seemed like both the longest and shortest hour of your entire life. The tightness in your chest was overwhelming, heart beating ruthlessly fast in your chest. You weren’t sure if he could tell from beside you how much you were struggling to focus, but if he even saw half of the nervousness you felt, he’d probably think you were crazy. 

The minute your professor dismissed the class, you practically sprang up out of your seat, too anxious to face him again, but his voice immediately stopped you, deep and smooth, from your side. “See you tomorrow.” 

A blush rose to your cheeks. You didn’t even consider that you’d have to go through this again. How were you going to handle these feelings every day? You smiled kindly, concealing your nerves the best you could. “Right, see you tomorrow. It was nice meeting you.”

You beelined your way out the door, practically gasping for air as you made it out of the classroom. 

You made your way to the bus stop, putting in your headphones, searching desperately for a song to calm your nerves. Your head was filled with images of him, ethereal and glowing. The first time your mind wasn’t filled with thoughts of San in a while. You didn’t exactly know what it was, but something about Yunho drew you in, had you completely flustered like you’d never experienced. Dare you say, even with San. What was it?

A shadow obstructed your vision for a moment, drawing your gaze up. And farther up. Yunho. He smiled warmly above you, his figure illuminated by light washing up behind him. You tugged out your earbud frantically as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You take the 5 too?” he asked, gesturing to your bus stop. “What a coincidence, huh?” 

You thought you’d gotten off easy today. You had no idea what to say, mind fumbling for words as his smile pulled you farther and farther into nervousness. Butterflies enveloped your stomach, creeping up into your chest. You were surprised when you managed to reply semi-coherently. “Long time no see,” you jested lightly, eliciting a cute chuckle from him. “Yeah, I take the 5. I could take the 11, but the 5 comes more often.” God, what were you saying? “Anyway, I meant to ask… are you new here?”

“Yeah, I just transferred here this semester,” he explained. Makes sense why you hadn’t seen him before. You heard the screeching of the bus’ wheels coming to a halt by your side, but you were entirely focused on him. He was so tall you nearly had to tip your head ninety degrees to meet his gaze with him standing in front of you, unlike when he was sitting next to you in class. “I don’t know many people yet.”

You boarded the bus with him, and he took a seat next to you. His heavenly smell was overwhelming, you wanted to bury your head in his fuzzy sweater and never let go. It was a weird thought, but you couldn’t help but think he would give really good hugs. Like a fluffy cloud in the shape of a human. You chatted lightly, mostly about the classes you were taking, your professors. It went all too fast, and when he got off at his stop, you almost wanted to follow him. But that would be really creepy. Despite trying to avoid him before, now that you were talking, you didn’t want to stop. 

You didn’t summon San that night. 

You wondered if he was watching you flirt with Yunho on the bus. He told you he’d stop watching you when you expressed your displeasure at him being so intrusive, but you wouldn’t call anything about San trustworthy. You almost wondered if he could read your thoughts sometimes. Would he be mad that you had such an undeniable crush on another guy? It’s not like you and San were dating, but you definitely had a relationship of some sort, however unusual it was. You recalled the bitterness in San’s voice when he mentioned you getting the handsome man’s number from the bar. You couldn’t imagine how he’d feel about you crushing on your new classmate. 

The highlight of your day quickly grew from summoning San to getting to talk to Yunho for a few moments before and after class and on the bus. You had undeniable chemistry with Yunho, and he was like a walking shot of pure serotonin, a bright ray of happiness in your otherwise dull days. 

You still summoned San at night every so often. He hadn’t mentioned anything about Yunho at all, not even a fleeting sarcastic comment. Maybe, just maybe, he was finally following through with his promise of not spying on you. 

The nights with San were nice, but you stayed away from anything explicitly sexual for a while. Your contracts became purely professional—well, as professional as an unprofessional demon boy cleaning your bathroom for you in exchange for your virgin blood could get.  It felt entirely wrong to lust after him so desperately while your mind was filled with thoughts of your new crush. You almost felt dirty when San was around, like a cheater, though you didn’t know who exactly you were cheating on. You and Yunho were mere acquaintances still, and yet being in the presence of your demon felt wrong. Sinful—and not in the good way. 

You rejected San’s flirting, shying from his soft kisses, ducking away when he pinned you like prey against your wall, pulling away from him when his hands explored your waist a little too closely. You craved him entirely, but it felt so wrong. You did, however, let him feed from you still—his lust for your blood was still insatiable, and you felt cruel not even letting him get a taste—but your newest condition was that he couldn’t use your neck. 

You couldn’t help but cry out when his fangs sunk into your skin, pain mixing with pleasure as San’s fangs pierced just above your hip bone. The scars were starting to compound, and with each bite, they seemed to heal less and less cleany. You definitely started to look like a vampire’s chew toy in a way you couldn’t just explain away anymore. 

His tongue against your skin had you squirming—the neck felt intimate, but your hips were even more so. You imagined his tongue dancing across your skin, his hand sneaking down below the waistband of your pants, his fangs pulling your panties off with his teeth. The fantasy dissolved in your mind when he pulled up from your skin, pushing the hem of your shirt back down while he swiped his other hand over his fangs, smearing the blood with a satisfied moan.

He kept his hand on your waist as he came up, finger tracing your chin, hungry for you after a long night of contracted housework. You could tell he wanted you, more than just your blood, he wanted you. He was begging for you with his eyes, lustful and intense. You wanted him too. You wanted your lips against his, pressed up against yours passionately, the feeling of his cold metal lip ring scraping your bottom lip. You wanted his hands all over you, you wanted to hear his sweet praises in your ear. 

But you also couldn’t get the image Yunho out of your head. The things you wanted him to do to you, even more so. The guilt wouldn’t let you go.

You shied away from San, breaking eye contact. “San—I—I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”

He sighed, clicking his tongue against his teeth in annoyance. Your constant rejections of him were probably suspicious, but you didn’t know how to tell him about Yunho. 

“Fine. But you know, something’s off with you.” He narrowed his eyes, his scrutinizing crimson gaze making you incredibly self-conscious. Like you were under investigation. 

“I’m just overloaded with school right now.” Were you really lying to him? That was a dangerous game.

“Are you lying to me? That pretty little face doesn’t hide very much, you know.” Fuck. “Whatever. I’m not obligated to stay here. Our contract is up anyway.”

“San, wait—” 

But he was gone. 

The empty space on your bed where he just was stung just as much as the still-fresh bite mark on your hip. You lifted your hand to meet your cheek, wet with saltwater. Why were you crying?

“Who knew a class about religion was going to have such a crazy workload?” 

You shoved your notebooks into your school back as you packed up at the end of class. The only class you looked forward to in the day also happened to be the hardest one—your professor turned out to be especially harsh with his tests, and assigned so much work you could hardly keep up. 

“Right? I thought this was going to be an easy one. Maybe I should have been tipped off by the ‘Advanced’ part of the class description,” you responded with a smile, eliciting one of his intoxicating laughs. You couldn’t help but smile when he smiled.

“Maybe we could study together?”

Your heart stopped in your chest, and you paused for a moment to weigh his proposal. It wasn’t a difficult decision. “That would be nice,” you said with a flirtatious smile. You hadn’t had a chance to hang out with him outside of the setting of school yet. Although it was just an invitation to study, it almost felt like he was asking you on a date. “I know a cafe we could go to. It’s open pretty late. We could go tonight if you wanted,” you added. 

A night free of demon drama would be nice for once. The guilt when you looked at San was practically eating you alive. You couldn’t lie to him anymore, but you also couldn’t face him enough to tell him the truth. You would jump on any reason to avoid having to have that conversation one more day.

“I’m not doing anything now, actually. We could go right now?”

You nodded with a soft smile. “Sounds great.”

The time flew way too fast as you studied at the cafe with him. You’d gone relatively early, but you somehow managed to still be there when they started ushering the customers out at closing. You were studying, but it also felt like a date of sorts. You were being particularly flirty, and if you weren’t imagining things, he was too. He bought you a coffee, held the chair out for you as you sat down, even brushed up against you a few times while you sat next to each other.

“Is it just me or did that feel like it went by way too fast?” Yunho asked with a laugh, holding open the door for you as you stepped outside.

You were met immediately with the cold night air, coughing you to shiver a bit from the chill of the wind against your skin. Yunho’s arm came down suddenly to wrap around your shoulders, his thick fuzzy sweater warming you in the cold, though he had to lower himself down a bit to get a proper angle on your shoulders. You melted into his touch immediately, heat rising in your face. It felt… right. You never wanted to leave this moment. 

���Would you like to come back to my apartment?” you asked hesitantly, not wanting to seem too forward. “To finish studying, I mean. We still have a bit left to go over.” 

Studying. Funny. That’s definitely not what you wanted to do with him right now. 

He squeezed his arm around you tighter. “I’d love to.”

You settled down at your apartment with him. You hadn’t had a guy in your apartment other than San in months. Actually, come to think of it, you hadn’t had anyone in your apartment other than San in that time. At least it was already sparkling clean, thanks to your demon maid. 

You settled on your loveseat couch—it was all you had room for in your small apartment. Yunho nestled up next to you, scooting up next to you until his hips were touching yours. You did your best to focus on the work in front of you, but you couldn’t help but feel distracted by what his touch was doing to you. It was so minimal it was almost non-existent, but even the faintest brush of him against you had you blushing and flustered. 

Yunho glanced over at you. “So, for this question, I think we need to—”  

But you couldn’t let him finish. You were leaning into him before you even had a chance to ask yourself what you were doing. Your lips met his softly. He tasted like sunshine, like heaven itself. He rocked back against you, hands lacing in your hair, moaning against your lips. You pushed back into him, savoring every taste of him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hands moving to—

“Sorry to interrupt your fun.”

You nearly jumped a foot in the air at the sudden voice, echoing loudly off the walls.

San. He was standing in front of the kitchen, leaning against the counter top. His eyes glared darkly in your direction. 

“San, holy fuck. What are you doing?” you hissed, eyes flitting over to Yunho. He couldn’t just appear like that, he was going to get himself in massive trouble. 

He ignored you entirely, his eyes almost black as he drew his gaze over to your guest. “Yunho. Surprised to see you here. What business do you have with my human, exactly?

Did he just call him by his name? How did San—

“San. Always a displeasure,” Yunho responded at your side. 

What the fuck was going on here? You watched in shock as their eyes met, both seemingly as displeased as the other to see each other. 

“I’m sorry, explain to me what’s going on?” you asked with wide eyes, voice rising as your confusion compounded. 

San took a few threatening steps forward, like an animal protecting its territory. “Your little lover boy right here… is a former colleague of mine. Care to tell her, Yunho? Or are you just gonna lead her on, hmm?”

Yunho glanced at you, his big eyes filled with what looked like regret, then back at San vengefully. Anger didn’t look right on him. “You don’t have to do this, San.” 

San flashed his fangs in a sinister snarl. “If you don’t tell her, I will.” 

Yunho glanced at you for a moment, then back at San, hesitating. “San, really, you don’t have to do this,” he pleaded again, eyes wide as he glanced back at you. He shuffled closer to you, putting a hand on your leg protectively.  

“I warned you,” he growled. “So you’re going around kissing humans now, hmm? Is there some sort of new angel code I missed somewhere?”

I’m sorry, did he say angel? 

“You really aren’t the same San I remember,” Yunho said through his teeth, ruffling his free hand through his cotton-candy hair in annoyance. The other gripped tighter on your leg. “What did you think you’d accomplish by coming here, anyway?”

“I’m trying to find out what business you have with Y/N. She’s not even your assignment. You thought you’d just have a little fun with her, huh? Didn’t know you were the type to play with your humans.”

Yunho sighed. “I’ve been reassigned.”

“So she is your assignment now, is that it?”

“Yes.” Yunho dropped his gaze from San’s for a moment, locking it with yours for a moment. “You’ll have to forgive me,” he whispered softly.

Ugh. Why did every guy you fell for have to be not human? You knew a boy like Yunho was too good to be true, anyway. You were sensing a pattern. 

“You go around kissing all your assignments then?”

A blush rose to Yunho’s cheeks, staining them a gorgeous shade of rose. Even now, he glowed ethereally, fittingly angelic for an angel. Guess that explained why he was always sparkling. And why he smelled like the actual embodiment of heaven. “Not usually, no. I got caught up in the moment. It was unprofessional.” San rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue against his teeth mockingly, but Yunho continued. “I’ve been assigned to protect her.”

“From what?” San asked, relaxing his hostile stance back a bit. 

Yunho glanced at you, then back at San, uneasiness coming through in his gaze. 

“From you.”

[redqueen-hypothesis]

private getaway ➳ victor li (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x victor li (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 3665

➳ GENRE: slightly suggestive, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: victor abducts you in the name of a holiday and is more nostalgic than you’d expect.

➳ REMARKS: tbh i feel like this was badly written, no smut but we all know victor li wouldn’t just let time alone together go by without doing the dirty. i hope the fluff is enough to make up for it, nonny!! i’m also sorry if you wanted a headcanon and i ended up writing a fic instead. i forgot i can’t write fluff akdjfsdk.

“Are we there yet?”

“No, but we’re almost there.”

That conversation has been repeated for hours now, ever since Victor whisked you away (more like abducted) you from the main entrance of your company building after a long working week and announced that the two of you would be going on a short holiday. Much to your shock, Anna had simply smiled politely at Victor as he bundled you into his car, wishing the two of you an enjoyable vacation and assuring you that your work would be taken care of. It was only later that you discovered that Anna had been roped into Victor’s schemes from the very beginning - the betrayal!

“You’ve said that for a while now.” You mumble, clutching onto Victor’s hand tightly as he leads you down a windy pier. You’re blindfolded with one of your silk scarves, Victor has been careful in ensuring that you haven’t been able to find out the slightest clue about where the two of you are headed. “Are you sure you’re not trying to kidnap me?”

A small snort. “How much money would I earn from doing that? Not enough to make the attempt worth it, I would say.” Victor’s voice is warm and deep, and when you strain your ears just a little, you can hear the sound of waves washing over a beach. Somewhere near the sea, perhaps?

“I’m priceless.” You answer indignantly, pulling at his hand and nearly stumbling when you trip over Victor’s feet. Wood creaks beneath your feet with each step. “I would be worth a lot of money.”

“But I’m the one who’d have to pay if you did get kidnapped.” Victor retorts, and you almost tell Victor he’s actually being romantic... almost. Before the words escape you, however, Victor is suddenly pulling the blindfold off your eyes. “We’re here now.”

When Victor had mentioned that he would be bringing you on a short holiday, you hadn’t expected this.

“Victor, this is... this is amazing!” You gasp, looking over at the view before you. The white sand of the beach runs into crystal clear water that stretches on as far as your eye can see. Connected directly to that strip of untouched beach is he open air villa that the two of you are currently standing in, watching the waves lap gently at the shore. “We’re going to be staying here?”

“No, we’re just passing through - of course we’re staying here, idiot.” Victor answers bluntly from where he’s inspecting the kitchen. It’s luxurious and fully stocked with fresh tropical ingredients, some of which are colorful fruits you’ve never seen before. You hope this means Victor is going to be the one cooking for you. “This place is a holiday beach resort.”

You can’t wait to change into some more comfortable clothes and go splashing in the sea. There’s a small jacuzzi pool carved from shining blue stone attached to the villa that you’re dying to try, but right now the blue of the ocean is much more enticing. It’s been so long since you’ve last seen the ocean for non work related reasons, you think. “This really is the perfect holiday location! And here I thought you didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘vacation’.”

“My vocabulary is sufficient, thank you very much.” Victor sounds mildly amused as he steps up next to you, one hand shading his eyes from the orange light of the sunset. “I take that you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” You laugh excitedly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tight. Victor lets himself smile at your enthusiasm, if only a little. “It’s a beautiful place, really! Why isn’t it more popular? I don’t see anyone around.”

He turns to look at you with an amused expression, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a private resort, dummy. Of course there’s no one else here.”

“Private resort?” Just how much money had Victor spent on this so called small holiday? The sounds of dollar bills flying away echo repeatedly in the back of your mind and you almost feel dizzy just trying to imagine how much this must have cost. “Victor, call an ambulance.”

“There aren’t any roads here, dummy, we’re on an island that’s untouched except for this building and the staff quarters nearby. I thought you should have been able to see that.” Victor looks at you like you’re the silly one. “The resort uses private helicopters in case of emergencies. Why, are you feeling unwell?”

“I just might faint under the weight of all this extravagance.” You mumble, but wrap your arms around Victor’s torso and stand on tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. He shivers ever so slightly in your hold. “Thanks, Victor. I appreciate it.”

“You should.” Victor mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. “Let’s go see the sunset down by the water. I heard it’s a good view.”

>>>

You’ve missed the feeling of having sand between your toes and splashing about in the shallow water near the shore. Swimming pools have nothing on mother nature, you decide, picking up a seashell and admiring its silvery shine.

“Don’t you think it looks like a small fish?” You ask, holding it up for Victor to inspect when he stops next to you, bare feet in the water. He peers at the shell in your hand, looking like a debtor trying to discern the validity of some assets.

“It looks like a shell.”

“You have no creativity. Some things don’t need to be expensive to be pretty.” You huff, pressing the seashell into his hand anyway. His fingers wrap around it, holding it tightly in his palm. He’s about to open his mouth to reply when you tug excitedly at his hand. “Victor, look! The sun is huge!”

Your eyes are wide with wonder as the setting sun touch the horizon. Liquid orange ripples across the water’s surface, setting the sea alight with flames and washing it in a warm glow, until you can’t tell where the sea meets the sky. The corners of his mouth pull up at your tangible happiness, he’d let you see a thousand sunsets more beautiful just to see you smile like this again. “The sun is always the same size, dummy.”

“Yeah, but it looks big now.” You retort, fishing out the camera that you’re wearing on a strap around your neck. “I need to take a picture and upload it on Moments. Gosh, Lucien would definitely love to see something like this.”

The expression Victor eyes you with almost makes you laugh. “The shady scientist?” If you didn’t know him better, you’d think he’s angry, but you know he’s just sulking. You giggle, a little amused at his obvious dislike for the other man, and decide to tease him just a little.

“Hey, don’t call my friend shady! He’s a very renowned neuroscientist and an important consultant for Miracle Finder.” You correct, taking a few snapshots of the sky before you. You’re no photographer, but you know enough from your experience in filming to take a good photo. “Ahh, the pictures look great. Victor, it’s your turn!”

“My turn? What for?” Victor looks mildly confused, but you tug him to the end of the walkway by the hand. There, the sunset glow washes over his face, the soft light diffusing the sharpness in his eyes, the usual cold set of his jaw. “There, just right! Now, smile!”

“Wha-”

Click!

“God, Victor, I said to smile, not look like I handed up a late report.” You laugh, peering at the bummed out expression that you’ve captured with your camera. Victor looks just a little flustered when you raise the camera to him again. “Come on, smile for real this time!”

“I don’t just smile for pictures.”

“But you look handsome when you do.” You tease, and see Victor’s face soften in response to your words. It’s not quite a smile, but it looks warm, almost happy. “Don’t say stupid things.”

Just before you can take the picture, however, there’s a loud flapping sound and you flinch back in surprise at the flurry of wings. When your eyes blink open, you’re greeted with a totally unexpected sight.

A seagull is perched on top of Victor’s head, squawking loudly. Meanwhile, Victor looks like he’s frozen himself in time with his own Evol, lips firmly pressed together in a thin line.

The seagull peers down at him. Victor looks up to meet its eyes. It squawks again and Victor winces.

“Wow, Victor, I didn’t know you brought me here just to introduce me to your mistress.” You can barely keep the giggles out of your voice. The glare that Victor shoots you is positively deadly. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not.” You say, but your voice shakes. “You know, I can see why it took such a liking to you. The two of you are very much alike.”

Victor looks bewildered. “What? How am I similar,” he gestures at the bird nesting on his head, “to this thing?”

You only pause for dramatic effect. “You’re both known for shitting on people.”

Victor groans in exasperation at your grin. “I do not shit on people.”

Unable to resist, you turn the camera to him, hands almost shaking uncontrollably with suppressed laughter. Victor’s expression goes flat when he realises what you’re intending to do. “Don’t you dare-”

Click!

“That’s it, get back here.” Victor brushes the seagull off his head and bears down on you, while you shriek with laughter and dash back down the beach as fast as you can. Try as you might, however, Victor’s strides are far wider than yours and in no time at all he’s caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and lifting you clean off your feet.

“Delete that.” He demands, trying to reach for your camera, but you hold it over your head with both hands, still giggling breathlessly. “No! Do you know how much the paparazzi would pay for a picture like this? I can imagine it on the front pages of the newspapers already, ‘Victor Li finds true soulmate at last’!”

“If they’re smart, they wouldn’t. The LFG has shares in majority of the news outlets in Loveland.” Victor retorts as you wave the camera about. “And so should you, since your company is funded by the LFG as well.”

“You’re too fair to drop us over something like this.” You laugh breathlessly at Victor, who simply sighs. “Don’t think that praising me now is going to get you a bonus. Hand over the camera now, before I make you.”

You arch an eyebrow, still giddy with adrenaline and excitement. You haven’t laughed this much in a long time. “Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”

“How am I going to do that?” Victor repeats after you, voice suddenly dropping to a husky whisper. You swallow at the near predatory look that flashes in his eyes, hesitating for a moment. “Uhh, I mean you could just ask nicely, and if I were feeling generous, I might give it to-”

Before you can so much as finish your sentence, he’s pulling your head down to meet his lips in a hungry kiss. Your eyes fly wide open with shock before you melt against his mouth, camera long forgotten. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, urging his tongue into your mouth and fingers stroking at the bare skin along your ribs. Gasping at the searing heat of him, you try to break away for air, but Victor’s fingers only slide up the back of your head to press you more firmly against him, unrelenting.

All consuming.

It’s only when you beat against his chest with your fist that he releases you, your lungs heaving for air and mouth drunk on the taste of him. “Just like that,” Victor murmurs, his voice a raspy baritone as he plucks your camera out of your boneless hands. You can’t even find it in you to argue, all the fight sapped out of you. “I’ve missed doing that.”

“What are you-” You gasp as Victor lowers the two of you to the ground. Your back is pressed against the sand of the beach, waves lapping at your feet, but before you can say another word Victor’s mouth is back on yours again, hot and wet and desperate, like he can’t wait another second to taste you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him as close as you physically can, the hard planes of his body pressed against yours through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Mmn...” You breathe against his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, grinding subtly against the hardness in his shorts. Victor lets out a low sound at that, eyes filled with an emotion that you can only describe as hunger as he hovers over you. Just as he tilts his head down to press kisses down your neck, however, you’re interrupted by a strange grumbling sound.

The two of you still at the sudden noise, and your cheeks burst into flames.

“Pft...” You look up to see Victor trying to stifle his own laughter and scowl, slapping both your hands over his mouth. “Hey! Stop laughing!”

“Let’s head in for some food. I have some new recipes I want to try.” Victor is still wearing a smile and damn, because you won’t even get enough of that expression on him. It softens his face, brings out a gentle light to his eyes that is far too rarely seen, and makes your heart stumble in your chest. Still blushing, you grab his hand and pull him towards the villa so he won’t see the colour on your cheeks.

“Hurry up then, I’m hungry.”

He laughs, a clear, boyish sound that doesn’t suit his business persona at all. “I could tell.”

“Oh, shut it!”

>>>

Dinner is a lavish affair of delectable fruits and local spices that you’ve never tasted before. Victor does something along the lines of a hibachi restaurant, cooking right in front of you and serving the food fresh from the pan. It’s clear he’s been practicing in secret, there’s no hesitation to his movements even with all these foreign ingredients. Your heart warms at the knowledge but keep your mouth shut about it, knowing Victor would be embarrassed if you were to call him out on it.

Gods, you love this man so much.

As the sky falls dark, you sit at the kitchen island in the dim candlelight, washing down your dinner with a tropical fruit juice mix that Victor had blended for you while scrolling through a list of activities available to you here on your phone.

“You decide.” Victor had shrugged simply when you’d asked him about your itinerary. You couldn’t be more excited.

“We could go snorkeling tomorrow, oh, or fishing!” You tell Victor brightly as he washes the dishes at the sink. Hopefully in one of these options, he’ll just have to go shirtless, you hum to yourself contentedly. Best vacation ever. He turns around to raise an eyebrow at you, looking dubious. “I doubt you have enough patience to hold a fishing rod for a few hours.”

“I do too.” You pout, setting down your phone to watch him work. The simple white button down he’s wearing only accentuates the strong lines of his back and the broad shoulders he has. “And besides, it won’t take that long for the fish to bite unless you scare them all away with that glare of yours.”

“Maybe if we throw you in as bait we’d be more successful and catch a big white shark.” Victor flicks you on the nose and you whine, rubbing it ruefully as he keeps the pans on the shelves. “Fine... I’ll think about what to do when tomorrow comes. What do you want to do right now, though?”

Victor ponders this for a moment, leaning against the kitchen island next to you. “Hmm... you brought your bathing suit, am I right?”

“I didn’t know we were going to the beach, wait... this is why you were asking for my measurements awhile back, weren’t you?”

He shrugs, although there’s a playful glint in his eye. “You don’t have any evidence. Either way, there should be a bathing suit in your luggage. Put it on and we can go down to the jacuzzi. Or if you want,” the look in his eyes darken ever so slightly as he looks down at you, tracing your body, “you could always go naked. There’s no one to see... but me.”

“I’m going, I’m going!” You beat a hasty escape for the bathroom before your face can spontaneously combust. “You better not have bought something weird for me!”

As you disappear into the bathroom, Victor lets out a low laugh, running a hand over his face. “Ahh... that silly girl.”

There’s a fond smile on his face.

>>>

You sink into the water with a contented moan. “Ahhh, this feels good.” When you look above, head tilting back to look at the night sky above. The stars twinkle back at you, like handfuls of diamonds scattered across the heavens above. “This has been a great start to my holiday.”

“It takes very little to make you happy.” Victor observes as he steps into the water next to you. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts, strong arms and well honed physique exposed for you to appreciate. You grin, lacing your fingers with his and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I think I’ve already been given plenty. Thank you for this holiday, Victor.”

“It was nothing, really.” Victor replies, his voice a low rumble in his chest next to you. When you glance up at him, he’s looking at the stars overhead, seemingly lost in thought. “I don’t really enjoy holidays much, except when I visit France, but today with you... wasn’t so bad.”

Victor must be in a nostalgic mood, you think, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours. The holiday brings that out in him, the fact that there are no paparazzi around and there is no LFG to worry about. You like having him all to yourself.

“Just admit that you like my company.” You laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. The water is pleasantly warm and scented with rose petals, something that you’ve come to realise is his signature touch during your time together. As unromantic as Victor’s mouth is when it isn’t on your body, the rest of him is surprisingly adept and careful when it comes to setting a romantic mood, sparing no expense when it comes to bouquets, scented candles, silk sheets. It’s something that you would never have quite expected from him, and yet it’s part of what makes him so lovably humane.

“Well, I think the fact that I married you says quite enough about that.” Victor snorts. You feel him run a thumb over the wedding band on your ring finger and you grin, lifting it out of the water so that he can see it. “I’m so glad I didn’t swallow it together with your proposal souffle. I might have backed out of marrying you if I had more time to think about it.”

“You must have been in shock when you agreed.” He looks at your joined hands, and suddenly lifts it to his mouth to kiss away the water droplets clinging onto the back of yours possessively. The two of you are already married, and yet it still sends heat burning at your cheeks. “You’re stuck with me now, though. You can’t just break a marriage contract.”

“You mean a wedding vow. You were so handsome on that day I must have forgotten my plan about running away from the altar.” You giggle, and Victor’s eyes soften, scooping up a flower from the water’s surface - a peony, and tucks it behind your ear. “I would have chased after you even if you did.” His eyes sweep over you, painfully tender. “There. Beautiful.”

It’s only then that you realise how close the two of you are, his breath dancing along your cheeks and nose, his cheeks flushed from the warmth of the jacuzzi. He looks so open in that moment, his usual stoic walls down for you to enter and so you do, cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

Victor’s a possessive lover, always has been, and the way he takes your lips for his own is no different. He doesn’t just claim them, he ruins them, tasting your mouth like you’re one of his sweetest deserts, tongue probing every corner and crevice of your mouth so that you know that you belong to him. You sink into his embrace, water swishing around you, and Victor groans, lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’m the most fortunate man in the world to have met you.” He says, hoisting you into his lap. In the pool, it takes almost no effort at all, and you’re left straddling his rock hard thighs, bracing your palms on his firm chest. His gaze lands on your bruised, swollen lips, running the pad of his thumb over it gently. “Beautiful.”

“Stop saying cheesy stuff and make love to me.” You laugh, grinding down teasingly on the hardness you can feel against your thigh and your grin widens when Victor lets out a hiss. He pinches your ass in retaliation and you squeal. “Here I was trying to set the mood and you went and ruined it. You had better be prepared for what you’re getting into.”

When he kisses you under the heavens once more, so fiercely it steals your breath away, one last thought crosses your mind before he takes even that away from you: that everything to do with him, you regret none of it at all.

[bitch-out]

SAY LESS! I love angst and hurt/comfort. But this is angst with a happy ending, so it’s not for nothing :)

Alex tells Julie about the night he came out to his parents. 

Post season 1, sometime. WARNING: swearing, slurs. If you don’t want those, just skip the stuff in italics 

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“What about you, Alex?” Julie’s voice asked.

“Huh?” Alex’s head snapped around, looking at her. He had not been paying attention to their conversation at all, choosing instead to focus on a book Julie had lent him. They were all hanging out in her room, a more regular occurrence now that they had become more solid and could actually touch things. He had been so engrossed in his book that he had no idea what they were talking about.  

He shut the book and sat up on Julie’s bed. Whatever they were talking about, Alex immediately picked up that it was not a pleasant topic. Reggie was trying not to catch his eye from his seat at Julie’s desk. His cheeks were a little bit red, not in the flustered way, but in the way that meant he was uncomfortable. Luke was looking down at the ground, also avoiding eye contact from his seated spot on the floor.

Julie repeated her question. “What about your parents?”

Ah. So that’s why they looked like that. They knew he didn’t like talking about it.

It’s not like it was a taboo subject between the boys. For a couple of guys from the 90’s, they were pretty in-tune with their emotions. It was just… really hard for Alex to talk about. Because talking about it meant thinking about it. And thinking about it meant reliving it all over again.

A grimace twisted onto Alex’s face. “Nothing much to tell, really. We didn’t get along.”

“Why?” Julie asked confusedly. Luke opened his mouth to cut her off and change the subject, but Alex shook his head. It was okay. He trusted Julie. Actually, he wanted to tell her. He had been there for her hard stuff; he knew he could trust her with his hard stuff, too.

“I told them I was gay,” he said simply. “They didn’t like that. End of story.”

Her face fell. “That’s awful,” she faltered, moving to sit next to him on her bed.

He shrugged. “It is what it is.” There was no use getting upset over something that happened 25 years ago. At least, that’s what Alex kept saying to himself. “The 90’s were a different time. I like it better now anyways.” That was something Alex could say with 100 percent certainty; he would much rather live as a ghost in 2020 than go back to being a human in the 1990’s.

“I’m sorry.” Julie put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.  He looked over and gave her a small smile, leaning into her touch. “Maybe… maybe you could reach out to them,” she suggested. “If they’re still around… Maybe they’ve changed. It’s been 25 years.”

He hadn’t considered that. Still, his answer came quickly. “I don’t want to.”

Julie coaxed him in a soft voice. “But you never know unless you try-”

He stood up from his seated position on her bed quickly. The hand that was on his shoulder quickly slid off. “Julie, I really appreciate you trying to help me, really I do,” he started, trying to keep his composure. “But when I say me and my parents didn’t get along, I don’t mean in the same way Luke and his parents fought or how normal parents fight with their kids.”

He looked over to Luke, not wanting to hurt his feelings by diminishing his parental problems. But the only expression Luke had was concern for him. With Luke… he always knew, deep down, his parents loved him. For Alex, it was different.

Alex’s hands were shaking now. He tried to quell the tremors by flexing his hands, but they wouldn’t go away. “I mean the night I came out to them…”

It was like he was right back in his living room in 1995.

He had taken months to build up his courage. The first people had told had been Luke and Reggie, of course. That had gone way better than he expected; he hadn’t even really meant to tell them. He had just made some comment about a boy he thought was cute in their history class. They had barely given him a second glance, pulling him into a hug and saying they were proud of him for telling them. It was almost a non-event.

But with his parents… he knew it would be different. Just from the way they spoke about those kinds of things. From the crude jokes and snarky side comments and the judging glares they had given when talking about gay people or gay things… he knew this was not going to be fun.

That being said, they were his parents. Maybe they would get over it.

He sat them down at the dinner table on a Sunday night. He told them. He had never regretted anything more.

“NO SON OF MINE IS A FAGGOT!” his dad roared, pounding his fist on the table. Alex flinched, tears welling up in his eyes. There was a vein popping out of his dad’s forehead, his face bright red. His mother was sobbing violently into her hands, unable to even look at him.

Alex was frozen in place, unable to even utter a word. He had expected a bad reaction, but this... this was even worse than he could have imagined. 

His dad grabbed him by the lapels and hoisted him to his feet, yelling in his face. “WHO TURNED YOU INTO A QUEER? THOSE BOYS FROM YOUR FUCKING BAND?” His dad spit, his knuckles white from the strength of his grip on Alex’s shirt.

Alex jerked backwards, pulling himself out of his dad’s grip. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. “Wha- NO! No one turned me, dad, I- I’ve always been this way-” His voice broke as he tried to reason with his parents.

“We’ll get you help, we’ll fix this. We’ll find someone to fix you.” His mother sobbed, standing to move toward him. Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He stepped away from her. “I’m not broken, mom. I’M GAY! And nothing is EVER going to change that.”

His dad moved lightning fast, letting out a yell and hitting him across the face. 

“That was the only time he ever hit me.” Alex said quietly, finished recounting that night. “After that day it wasn’t anything as bad as that, they just… barely acknowledged my existence.”

He hadn’t even realized he’d been pacing while telling Julie his story. Something wet slid over his cheek. He brushed away a tear he hadn’t even realized he’d shed. He looked over at his friends. Luke’s hands were clenched tightly in his lap. Reggie’s face was pale.

As bad as that night had been for him, it was also bad for them. When he called an emergency band meeting that night, they were the ones to pick up his broken pieces. They were the ones who put him back together again after he fell apart. 

Julie had her hand over her mouth, tears spilling over her knuckles. She swallowed a sob. “A-Alex, I-I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay Julie, you didn’t know,” he reassured, returning to sit next to her on the bed. He took her hand, squeezing it.

He considered her previous point that perhaps his parents had changed their mind over time.  “Even if they have changed, I wouldn’t want to talk to them,” Alex decided. “Actually, it’s almost worse if they changed. Because that meant they had the capacity to understand me, the capacity to love me but I just… wasn’t enough.”

He felt an arm wrap around his side. Luke. He rested his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “You’ll always be enough to us, Alex,” Luke promised. Julie nodded vigorously, snuggling in closer to his side.  

Reggie sat next to Julie, pulling them all into one big hug. “We love you so much, dude.”

Julie kissed the back of his hand where it gripped hers. “We’re your family now.”

Alex smiled. “You guys are the only family I need.”

[cutietobio]

hi perhaps a cute ushiwaka drabble where reader is stuck waiting for the bus in the rain/snow and he lends her his jacket and waits with her + maybe they share body heat?

I really hope this is what you were looking for, anon! I also hope I didn’t interpret this differently, as I was immediately under the impression that Ushijima and the reader are complete strangers, so I hope this detail is correct. Thanks for the request, I quite like how this turned out.

USHIJIMA

During your morning rush to get to class on time, you had forgotten to dress warmly for the colder weather that would present itself later that afternoon. You weren’t even aware of the forecast, despite the news having played loudly as background music for your daily routine that morning, you were simply unaware that it would be snowing whilst you would likely be out and about in the streets.

After class, you had to run a few errands, completely skipping over the clothing section that would have provided you warmth for your current situation. Thinking back to the coats that you had passed earlier brought a scowl to your face as you further huddled into yourself, rubbing your frozen hands up and down your arms in a futile attempt to keep yourself warm. The bus was late, despite many other occasions where you found yourself arriving just on time to catch it. The universe truly had a sick sense of humour, deciding today would be the most appropriate to lengthen your waiting period before you could get home.

To your demise, snow began falling from the sky, as if it were a declaration from mother nature herself that she had much more up her sleeve to make you suffer further. If it weren’t for you current frostbite, you would have smiled at the sight of the snowflakes drifting in the gentle yet threateningly cold breeze. Instead, you frowned, hoping its slow pace would ensue until you at least got on the bus.

The last remaining heat of your body began dwindling as you felt your teeth chatter together. You gritted them tightly, inwardly scolding yourself to not give in and keep your shaking body together. Unexpectedly, a sudden weight adorned your shoulders, you would have jumped away in fright if it weren’t for the current warmth that engulfed your form. Turning your head, you caught eyes with that of an attractive looking stranger standing next to you before gazing down at the blanket of heat surrounding you. You blushed upon realizing it was his own coat, his layers of clothing now looking thin without it.

Immediately, you made a motion to shrug it off your shoulders and give it back to him, not because you were ungrateful for the stranger's act of kindness, but you simply thought you didn’t deserve it. However, your actions came to a stop at the sound of his smooth voice.

“Keep it on, I insist,” he gave you a court nod in affirmation and you stared at him for a good few seconds in surprise before breaking from your daze.

“I..thank you,” you bow your head in appreciation, looking back up to return his gaze.

“I’m (Name),” you figured it only right to introduce yourself to the kind stranger as you held your bare hand out for him to shake. He did so without hesitance.

“Wakatoshi,” he stated simply before his eyebrows furrowed up and he glanced down at your interlocked hands. You blush, pulling your hand away.

“Sorry, I-”

“Your hands are freezing,” he cuts you off with his sudden observation, the mild concern in his voice willing you to remain quiet out of bewilderment. Just how nice was this guy? He genuinely sounded worried. Your thoughts are interrupted as you watch him begin tugging off his black wool gloves, you reach your hands out in an attempt to stop him before he gets any further but it’s too late and he’s handing both of them out for you. You stare at him in a stupefy.

“Are you sure? You’ve already given me your coat, I can’t take your gloves, too,” you mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. Wakatoshi was currently just dressing you up with his own clothing at this point, he must have thought of you as dumb to go out in such weather unprepared.

“Your hands are beginning to turn blue,” he motions towards them and you hurriedly observe your outstretched hands, noticing how pale your skin had become and how prominent your veins were. “You’re shaking,” he comments, and you notice then indeed you are. You slip your hands into your pockets, not that it helps to warm them up, but you want to hide them away before Wakatoshi can make any further observations that he may point out.

He doesn’t look very impressed by your attempt to conceal and only takes another step closer to you. This catches your attention instantly and you flash him a nervous smile, noticing that he’s not stopping his inching towards you.

“Wear them, please,” he holds the gloves out for you to take a second time, but you urge the warming temptation away and shake your head.

“I’ll feel too bad, you should keep them on, their yours after all and you’ve helped me a lot already with this,” you shrug your shoulders, giving the motion that you’re talking about his thick coat that hung off them. It had already done so much to warm you up that your body had stopped its shivering and you could talk normally now.

With a small sigh, Wakatoshi slipped on his gloves and you cheered internally at your success in convincing him. At least now you wouldn’t feel all too guilty having stripped a complete stranger from his own warm for your own pathetic sake. You thought that would have been the end of it, but you were mightily mistaken.

“Hold hands with me.”

You almost choke on your spit, head whipping around to look at him and decipher whether he was merely joking around with you. His stoic expression told you differently, he was being deadly serious.

“What?!” you question, finding it hard to form any other words at the moment.

“Hold hands with me,” he repeated, gentler this time, “you refuse to wear my gloves but I’d prefer that you’d keep your hands warm.”

“So..we both get what we want?” you voice his supposed reasoning and he nods in confirmation. You look him over one last time, still unsure whether this was a prank. Wait, that had to have been it. There must be some goon filming all of this right now. You search around the area, hoping to catch the cameraman in the distance, but you're interrupted as warm hands tug at your wrists and lure out your pocketed ones.

You hold your breath as you watch Wakatoshi take your hands into his own, rubbing at them in a gentle effort to warm them up. Blood rushes to your cheeks almost instantly and without thinking, you hide your face in his chest, caught up in your desperation of hiding your flustered state from him. 

You feel him tense beneath you and you’re tempted to pull away and find a shovel so you can dig your own grave but a hand coming to rest upon your head sends your heartbeat into overdrive. His body relaxes against you and you’re stuck staring wide-eyed at the ground, unsure what to do in the situation without embarrassing yourself. 

“This is warming you up, correct?” he questions and you mutter out a weak ‘yeah’ in response, thinking yourself as stupid to assume he had allowed you to do this for any other reason besides the genuine distress to keep you warm. It wasn’t like he was attracted to you, he was just an overly-caring person, which the world lacked very few of. Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. You had just met this guy, and already his endearing actions had set your heart afire, but then you realized that he had likely done this sort of thing for many other people before. After all, why would he have just offered to help a mere stranger such as yourself?

Once the bus arrived, you had found yourself cursing the world for not delaying it a bit longer. Pulling away from Wakatoshi’s warmth was nothing short of painful as you looked up at him. 

“You’re waiting for the bus too, right?” you question, hoping it didn’t come off as desperate, as you were trying to convince yourself that the moment didn’t yet have to end if he would be boarding with you. To your absolute confusion and dismay, he shook his head. 

You tilted your head, “Then why were you waiting here in the first place?”

“To keep you warm,” he stated simply as if it were only natural for him to spend the time helping out someone he would likely never see again. His words made you smile, but it hadn’t reached your eyes at the thought of losing contact with the stranger.

“I guess I should give you your coat back, huh? A real shame, it’s pretty warm,” you joke, already making the move to take it off. He reaches a hand out to stop you and you look at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Keep it, I’ll get it from you next time,” your mouth falls open to question his words but you’re given no time as the bus driver calls out to you impatiently. Wakatoshi offers a ghost of a smile at your perplexed reaction, watching as you climb the steps of the bus with hesitance, not once looking away from him.

“Check your pockets,” is the last thing he says to you as the bus doors close in your face and your left staring at them in a trance. You slowly make your way to an empty seat, your head still trying to wrap around what had just happened. Upon sitting down, you immediately tuck both hands into the pockets of Wakatoshi’s coat, feeling nothing but a piece of paper in the right one. Pulling it out, you examine it curiously.

‘090-XXXX-XXXX

I hope you’d consider calling me, I would like to get to know you better.

- Ushijima Wakatoshi ‘

You smiled to yourself, your stomach erupting with dozens of butterflies as you continued to read the note over and over as if it were a lover’s poem. The thought that made you smile the most was the fact that his actions had been planned as opposed to coincidental. Unable to wait, you pulled out your phone, adding Wakatoshi’s number into your contact list before proceeding to text him. You had hesitated as it seemed too soon to be texting him, but you pushed your thoughts aside, you couldn’t deny the unspoken connection you felt between you two and decided that not even your pride could come between it. It took a bit of thinking before deciding on a message to send him,

‘If you want your coat back, you’re going to have to take me on a date first, because I’d like to get to know you more as well.’

-

Off in the distance, Tendou lowered his cellphone, having ended the recording once the bus had blocked the view of Ushijima and his little crush. Once the bus had left, Tendou spotted Ushijima gazing after it longingly.

“Waka-kun!” Tendou yelled out, waving his arms around as if his friend wouldn’t be able to spot him on the opposite end of the empty sidewalk. Ushijima looked to his friend, sighing at his antics.

“I got that all on video, she almost caught me earlier!” Tendou yelled, waving his phone around whilst cupping a hand to his mouth to accentuate his voice. Not that it was needed as it was deadly silent out. Shaking his head, Ushijima turned to walk away, but Tendou raced after him immediately.

“I’m assuming all went as planned, you don’t have your coat on,” he noted with a sly smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed his seemingly disinterested friend.

“All went as planned, yes,” he stated firmly, hoping Tendou would play off his current blush as mere frostbitten cheeks. He should’ve known better than to hope such impossibilities.

“Waka-kun, you’re blushing! I knew my plan would work, you should really thank me. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have approached her and then what? You’d probably-” Ushijima blocked off his friend's monologue as per instinct, his mind plagued by the thoughts of you as he walked home. It was colder now without his coat, but the remembrance of sharing body heat with you warmed him up instantly.

The sudden short buzz from his phone willed him to tug the device out of his pant’s pocket, a notification from an unknown number displaying upon his screen. He was slightly confused before reading the message, a small smile now gracing his lips.

[haikyuu-loves-thiccies]

hey hey heyyy can I request Oikawa, Bokuto, Tsukishima and Sugawara being jealous over their crush (who is also their best friend and manager),, thank you! PS. I love EVERYTHING you do \ (•◡•) / ((uhmm, well, i'm not english, so i'm sorry if something is wrong with these sentences ;-;)

Your english is great!!! better than mine and I’m a native speaker XD. This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever written- all have similar ending styles, but hey... It made me laugh so :3

Oikawa

  Oikawa is a wildly jealous guy- its pretty damn well known. So it's no shock that whenever anyone else on the team tries talking to you, he'll butt into the conversation and slowly “scare” off the other guy, so that all of your attention is on him. You were one of his best friends, so you knew just how shitty he could get over stuff as small as a glance your way, but you didn't think anything more of it. It's just how he is, right? A flamboyantly jealous highschool boy who needs everything to be about him. Yeah?

  Well, either way, you liked conversing with the other guys, even Kentarou, and Kentarou seemed to like talking to you too! Even though he's very brash and will one hundred percent tell you you're an idiot or a dumbass or whatever insult is on his mind, the two of you do actually get along. Not just on some volleyball-player-to-manager level, but as friends, in and out of school.   So it's safe to say it was pretty shocking to feel his hand on your plush thigh. When you looked at your friend, he was staring at you, almost as if he had just realized where his hand was. Kentarou's face burned red, but he was frozen in place. You could hear the stomping of an angry brunette coming towards the both of you. Oh fuck.

  “Y/N! KENTAROU!” Oikawa shouted, his face fuming. Kentarou- without moving his hand- snapped to Oikawa and made a sour face. “What ARE you two doing?! And in the gym of all places!” He gasped dramatically, tilting backwards with his hands on his chest. “How dare you pull off such PDA on school grounds!”

  “O-Oikawa it's not like that-” you tried to explain but found yourself flustered and stumbling. God, he was a hypocrite, talking about PDA as if he hasn't been all over girls ALL OVER SCHOOL. But being called out like this- for something you weren't even sure was intentional on Kentarou's part, was making you burn with shame.

  “Don't yell at her you fuckstick!” Kentarou snapped. His hand finally let go of your thigh, leaving your skin cold from the sudden exposure. The two boys stood nose to nose, Oikawa burning with a rage  anyone could see if they knew what he was truly like- and Kentarou anyone could see no matter who they are.

  “Oh what, standing up for your girlfriend Kentarou? Is she your girlfriend now? Is that what's happening?” Toru teased, his tone not close to being as it usually is when he tries to get under someone's skin, instead coming off as pure burning hatred.

  “No you dumb fuck! We aren't anythin'! My hand missed the fuckin' bench!” Well, that did seem true. But you were still caught between the two boys arguing, so all you could really do was fade into the background towards the rest of the group while the two argued it out.

  “Save me.” You whispered to Hajime, who merely sighed at his friend's display.

  “Y'know Y/N,” he looked to you. “One day Toru will get the stick out of his ass and actually confess to you properly.”

  “HUH!?”

Bokuto

  Outside of the friendship Bokuto had with Kuroo Tetsuro- and outside of the almost boyfriendship he has with his vice captain, Akaashi, you were one of Bokuto's closest friends. You two trusted each other a great deal, telling each other things you wouldn't tell just about anybody else.

  It took approximately one minute and five seconds of a semi-flirty conversation with Nekoma's captain for Bokuto to be all over you, whining and grabbing places he most definitely should not be grabbing. Sure Bokuto could be jealous, but it was always more of a “I'm going to stand here and grumble/pout” kind of jealousy, not the “I'm going to purposely get in the way and cry until you pay attention to me” way.

  “H-Hey Bokuto could you um-” You tried to swat the boy's hands off you, but they had been firmly placed onto your stomach, squeezing your tummy all-to-intentionally for you to think it anything else

.   “Y/N why are you giving him your attention?” Bokuto pouted. “He doesn't deserve it! He doesn't even go to our school!” Kuroo feigned being offended by his friend's words, but was most obviously amused by the situation.

  “W-We're just having a conversation, Bokuto!” You tried explaining while unsuccessfully prying the boy's hands off you.

  “Doesn't matter! The coolest guy here is right here!!”

  “Well I can't see him if he doesn't let me go!” With this, Bokuto finally released you, pouting like a wounded puppy.

  “C'mon Y/N, it's not fair when the only pretty girl who talks to me talks to my best bro instead!”

  “Bokuto he just asked me if- oH.” Your face burned and, with an involuntary reaction, you smacked Bokuto's shoulder. “D-don't say that stuff!”

  “Whaaaaat? It's true!!”

  “Shut up! My face is going to melt off!”

  Kuroo snorted from somewhere behind both of you. “Wow, you two really are meant for each other.”  “WHAT?”

Tsukishima

  A jealous Tsukishima is a funny sight.

  You never expected to witness it, really, but you weren't complaining. You were friends with him for a while now- though some may see it as a one sided friendship, considering how the French fry can be. But you know better. You two are friends, plain and simple.

  Or at least that's what you thought.

  Now, here, talking to Yamaguchi about love and all that gushy stuff, you're starting to think Tsukishima might have feelings for either one of you- it's hard to tell who, but he doesn't seem very happy that the both of you are discussing dating and what your “types” are.

  “So your type is the excitable... Sweet kind?” You asked Tadashi, unable to stop an amused chuckle from seeing Tsukishima's sour expression behind your shared friend.

  “Erm- well, yeah, I guess! But I don't think having a type really means much. Like, I guess if anyone asked me out- or anyone nice, I'd give it a shot?”

  “Yeah, I can see that.” You agreed, leaning back in your seat. “Though, I know my type. One-hundred-percent bad boy lover right here~”

  “You... do seem like that kind of type.” Tadashi hesitated, smiling almost cheekily.

  “Haha, but I'm serious. A like a guy who could make me feel all rough and tough- and protected! It's hot.” Your words made the boy flush, so he merely nodded along. Behind him, however, Tsukishima was shifting in his seat uncomfortably. You couldn't hold back anymore.

  “What about you, Tsukki?”

  “What about me?” He responded, a small edge in his voice.  “Weeeelllll... What's your type!?”

  “Don't got one.”

  “Bullshit!”

  The blonde tch'd at you impatiently, which made you only more curious to get a real answer from him.

  “C'moooon Tsukki.... If you like Yamaguchi, you can just say so!” At his name, the smaller boy freaked out, waving his hands and babbling over himself, trying to get a coherent sentence but failing. Tsukishima merely growled, sending you a dark stare.  “Wrong friend, dumbass.”

  “Huh? Then what about Kuroo-san?”

  “Never in a million fucking years.”  “Language, Tsukki!”

  “Whatever, babe.”  “B-BABE? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”

   Tsukishima shook his head, looking the other way to try and hide an all-too obvious smirk. “Nothing, if you can’t figure it out, dumbass.”

Sugawara

  Sugawara isn't a jealous type, riiiiight? No, no. The boy is actually very jealous. Very very jealous. It just depends on who it is. You wanna flirt around with Daichi? Be his guest! Hell, he'll probably join in! But you wanna flirt with- mmm, say, Terushima? Now that, he has a problem with.

  You knew Sugawara was a protective friend, so it wasn't a big deal when he pulled you aside after you were chatting with the overly-excited and flirty Terushima. And you knew what he'd say, so you just went along with it.

  “I just think you should be careful around him, Y/N!” Suga looked at you worriedly.

  “I know, Suga. But he's not as bad as everyone says. Yeah, that one thing with Kiyoko was kinda messy, but like, he really is a good guy, just kinda.. stupid?” You chuckled at yourself, but Suga didn't seem impressed.

  “I'm serious Y/N.”

  “I know you are, Suga, and I appreciate you looking out for me. But please, tell me, why do you think he's such a bad guy to be around? One interaction with Kiyoko isn't enough to go off of, really...”

  Suga pouted, casting his eyes downward and mumbling.

  “Cuz' he doesn't respect women.”

  You deadpanned. You actually deadpanned. Looking at Suga, you took more than a couple seconds to get your words working again.

  “I'm sorry... That was the most white knight think you've ever said- g-give me a minute-” Laughter escaped you before you could finish yourself. Suga watched you laugh, seeming to lighten up at your giggles. “Okay, okay. You think he doesn't respect women, yeah? Okay... I hear you. But like, really, what is there to go off of? I'm not gonna ostracize him over one bad interaction. Maybe giving him a chance is just what the guy needs?”

  “Well.. Yes... I see where you're coming from- and normally I'd agree with you! But...”

  “But...?” He was twiddling his fingers together, and after a small moment, he mumbled.

  “I don't want him asking you out before I can...”

  “...OOOHHHHHHHHHH.”

Thanks for the ask!!!

[myriadimagines]

Iron Facade

Marvel (X-Men) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Erik Lehnsherr

Other Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier

Warnings: —

Request: “Oh sorry! Okay so, Erik x reader, reader has been in love with Erik for a long time, but she hides it well and no one knows about it. So Erik, who's also in love with her, doesn't think she likes him. Then Charles accidentally reads her mind and finds out about her feelings, and then accidentally tells Erik and he confronts reader about it. Is that enough detail? 😊” – anonymous

Word Count: 1,517

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The X-Men are well aware to not be in a room with you and Erik. It’s an unspoken rule, one almost seemingly engraved into the walls and burned into permanent memory. Alex had been the victim of breaking the rule once, accidentally walking into the library with you in the midst of a conversation, and not fleeing straight away when you opened the doors to find Erik inside. The moments where he lingered before he finally excused himself were excruciating, and he found himself practically asphyxiated by the unspoken tension, the heaviness of an unaddressed conversation that so desperately needed to be heard aloud pressing against his chest.

He had brought it up you about it later, almost afraid to ask but too curious not to, and you had simply replied with a shrug, eyes darting away from his as your gaze fixated on the floor, hearting pounding so hard out of your chest you felt as if it were vibrating the entire mansion with each palpitation.

Alex, as well as everyone else, eventually made the silent decision to avoid mentioning Erik’s name in front of you, and your name in front of Erik.

However, despite their initial interpretations, your wildly beating heart and chosen silence around Erik didn’t come out of a place of hatred. The opposite, in fact — you’re in love with him, yet you hide it so well you have everyone fooled.

Erik included.

Erik avoids you, too afraid of making a fool of himself as he’s done countless times before. Botched conversations that always seem to fall flat due to their one-sided nature. Nervous stammering of what is supposed to be a compliment, but comes out as a weird remark that Erik can’t quite execute properly in the tone he intends to talk to you in. You unravel him, pulling strand by strand away from his core and leaving him in a tangled, spinning mess as he tries his best to keep a grip. Your coolness flusters him, your indifference sending him into an uncharacteristic panic, and Erik, just once, wants to be able to make you smile.

He’s seen you smile with your friends, a scene so beautiful he wish he could live in that captured moment forever. He wishes he could be the cause of that smile, wishes he could be the one to make you laugh, yet Erik feels as though he’ll never be able to break through the hardened exterior, the iron facade, that you always defensively put up around him.

You can’t help it. You wish you could. Wish you could allow yourself to soften around him, melt into the gooey puddle that you feel on the inside when you feel his eyes on you, but your fear of rejection, fear of him being unable to love you the way you love him stops you from doing so. You wish you could speak around him, yet to string together a single, cohesive sentence feels like the hardest of tasks when Erik is standing in front of you. Cotton balls fill your throat up to your cheeks and your words dry up on your tongue.

Erik’s in love with you, so utterly in love with you where his love practically rivals your own, but how can he cope with being in love when he’s only met with your reserved disposition and aloofness? And how are you to know his feelings when all he can manage to tell you are fragmented words paired with anxious eye contact?

It’s a tragedy in which the two of you are trapped in, suffering in your prolonged silence neither of you can manage to break.

—

“y/n?” Charles calls out softly to you, catching your attention from your dazed trance, staring out the window at the intricate shadows the trees outside cast on the lawn. He leans forward on his armchair, flashing an apologetic smile as his hand lingers on your doorknob. “Have you seen Erik?”

You blink at Charles, a split second before your mouth opens to respond, but the way Charles’ expression morphs stops you. His gaze bores into your as if he can see something so etched into your eyes, as if he can see through your pupils and into your brain.

He sees Erik’s smile. Erik smiling while playing chess with Charles, Erik smiling while in a conversation with Raven. He can hear Erik laughing, chuckling to himself over a joke Peter makes from across the room, Erik struggling to hold back his amused laughter as Scott and Alex have a silly, brotherly argument from their rooms across the hall from each other. 

Then, he sees Erik looking right at him. Or you, more accurately, as he feels the your overwhelming feelings for him surging through his very veins. Charles watches Erik’s tender gazes at you before he quickly looks away, the faintest tint of red creeping into his cheeks as he tries to stammer out a greeting. Charles can feel his own heart pounding in his chest, mirroring your own elevated heartbeat upon hearing Erik’s name, and Charles quickly pulls himself out of your mind as he shakes his head, appearing nonchalant despite his startling discover. He, like everyone else, had assumed you didn’t like Erik, yet what he had just seen in your mind had proved otherwise.

Charles stops you before you can try to answer his question. “Actually, no matter. I think I might know where he is. Thank you, y/n.”

Before you can stop him, he spins around in his armchair, gently closing the door behind him, mind rattling as he decides how to process his newfound information.

—

Erik passes by you in the hallway as he walks beside Charles, meekly raising his hand as he attempts to wave hello, but you pass by him without so much as a glance. Your name leaves his lips, yet so quietly that even Charles struggles to hear his friend. Erik turns to look over his shoulder as he watches your retreating back turn the corner, before turning to Charles and asking, “Why do you think y/n hates me?”

Charles doesn’t respond, instead avoiding eye contact as he now knows the truth. It had been weeks since he had read your mind, and he feels like he owes it to his friend to tell him, tell him that the girl he’s so in love with indeed loves him back despite her facade, yet he knows better than to spill such a huge secret of yours. Erik lets out a defeated sigh, shoulders slumping as he looks back at the corner again, a wordless plea for you to come back just so he can see you again. “She barely even looks at me.”

“How can you be so certain it’s because she hates you?” Charles asks, raising an eyebrow at Erik, trying his best to hint at your hidden affection for him, yet Erik shakes his head firmly, his impression of you solid in his mind.

“I doubt it’s anything else.” Erik replies, exasperated. “I mean, it couldn’t possibly be because-”

“She loves you, Erik.” Charles interjects quietly, unable to contain himself and watch Erik torture himself over your every move any longer. Erik scoffs, clearly in disbelief, before he registers Charles’ serious expression, and Erik has to remind himself that Charles is a telepath, after all. 

Erik’s mouth opens, stumbling over his shocked words, before he suddenly spins on his heel, sprinting in the direction you had just walked down, leaving Charles alone as he shakes his head. Erik finds you in your room, the door slightly ajar as you perch yourself on your bed, thumbing over a page of your book before your eyes flicker to the door upon hearing it creak open. You startle upright as Erik walks into the room, eyes narrowing as you ask, “Can I help you, Erik?”

“I know.” he simply says, and your heart skips a beat. Despite the vagueness of his statement, despite the infinite possibilities that could accompany it, from the way Erik looks at you, you almost can immediately tell what he is referring to. Slightly breathless, he repeats, “I… I know.”

The two of you stare at each other, almost frozen in place as your heart beats louder now, ringing in your ears like an exploding bomb with each beat. Erik can feel himself struggling with his words, and he balls his hands into fists, angry at himself for not being more eloquent around you when there are so many things he wants to tell you.

The words he finally manages to say, the words that finally manage to spill out of his lips are, “And I’ve been in love with you too, this whole time, this whole damn time, and I’m- I’m sorry I couldn’t say it earlier.”

Almost immediately, the brick wall of your expression crumbles, eyes brightening as finally, finally, Erik sees the beautiful smile that he fell in love with appear on your face. It only grows by the second, and Erik only falls more and more in love. 

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Between Skateboards and Guitars - Chapter 8 | Elu

Summary: “ There was something about this guy skating, alone and so well, that had Eliott frozen on his spot and unable to take his eyes away from him.”

Or, the one where Eliott is a guitarist and when he goes to the park to play he meets Lucas a skater that mesmerizes him from the first moment.

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Eliott sat at the bus stop with his phone in his hand. Idriss and Sofiane had blown up the group chat trying to make plans for the weekend and Eliott was trying to decide whether or not he should bother reading the texts or if he should just ignore them.

Idriss was suggesting another basketball game since, according to him, they still had to defeat Imane's team. Eliott didn't really know if he would want to play again, he would much rather just sit this one out and simply watch. So, remembering what Alex had asked him when they had had lunch together, he that it would be a good idea to ask if his friends were willing to have someone else on their team.

Eliott:

What if I asked a friend to take my place in the game?

Sofiane:

Does he know how to play?

Eliott:

Better than me, for sure

Idriss:

Then you will hear no complaints about him taking your place

Eliott:

I can feel the love

Tell me when the game is going to be so I can text him

He didn't get to see Idriss or Sofiane's answer because the sound of a backpack being dropped next to his feet startled him and made him look up.

Lucas was standing there in front of him, one foot on top of his skateboard and the other on the concrete. He had a smile on his face and his hands inside his pockets, a grin that showed he knew he had startled Eliott and was actually proud of it stretching on his lips.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Couldn't you just have said that before scaring me?" Eliott asked, amused.

Well," Lucas pretended to think. "I could have, but where would be the fun in that?"

He sat down next to Eliott and took his hands out from his pockets so that he could grab his backpack and take two chocolate bars from it.

"Here," he said, offering Eliott one of them. "To apologize for startling you."

"Not like you're sorry," Eliott raised an unimpressed eyebrow but grabbed the chocolate anyway.

"Where are you going?"Lucas took a bite off of his own chocolate.

"Home," Eliott shrugged. "I wanted to go to the park later, but I'm a little too tired for that."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he nodded at his skateboard. "It can be tiring to hear all those kids screaming."

"It's a park, Lucas, kids use it to play. What were you expecting?" Eliott laughed.

"Peace and quiet," Lucas deadpanned.

"And you? Where are you going?" Eliott asked while opening his chocolate bar.

"Don't know. I was going home, too, but Mika, one of my roommates, apparently has someone over. If you know what I mean," he wrinkled his nose. "Manon was kind enough to tell me I was better outside the flat for now."

Eliott snorted, not envying Lucas' situation but finding it quite amusing nonetheless.

"You live with roommates?"

"Yeah, two of them. Manon used to live with us too but it was tight fitting and she ended up moving next door."

Lucas looked a bit torn about talking about his living situation and Eliott wondered if there was something more behind it and whether he should ask about it or not. In the end, he didn't have to choose because his bus was approaching them quickly and he had to stand up.

Eliott looked at Lucas and hesitated before saying goodbye to him. He didn't know if it would be overstepping to ask him if he wanted to come with him, he wasn't really sure if they already were close enough to warrant that invitation. But, the truth was, Eliott just wanted to spend more time with Lucas. And, all in all, he had no problem inviting him to spend time with him in his house. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? Lucas saying no?

"Do you want to come with me?" He asked before he could change his mind.

"To your house?"

"If you want to," Eliott shrugged. "I don't mind."

"I don't want to impose," Lucas shook his head.

"I wouldn't be inviting you if you were," he assured and added when he saw the bus stop in front of them. "Besides, I want to spend more time with you."

Lucas looked up at him through his lashes, eyes alight with curiosity and wonder. Eliott had never seen anything as beautiful before.

"Alright then," Lucas smiled.

He got up and grabbed both his backpack and skateboard before turning to Eliott with trusting eyes and following him to where the bus' door was opening.

***

Eliott had never minded having friends over. Sofiane and Idriss and even Alex came over enough times for him to get used to it, but there was something different about this. Opening the door to Lucas wasn't the same thing as opening the door to one of his other friends. And guiding Lucas to his room, with a hand on the small of his back, felt like much more than simply showing a friend the way around his house.

He stopped by the kitchen to get something for them to drink and eat and watched, endeared, as Lucas stood on the doorway looking a little out of place. Eliott would make sure that by the time he left today he would feel comfortable enough to want to return.

In Eliott's room, he opened the beers that he had brought for them and put them and the snack on top of his desk. Lucas put his skateboard at the corner of Eliott¡s room, right next to where his guitar was resting. Then, he took off his backpack and threw them to Eliott's chair.

The sight of the skateboard resting next to his guitar send something warm running down Eliott's body. They had met through those two things and having them in here, in his room, one next to the other, seemed to confirm that Eliott and Lucas had come together and where now closer, were friends and still getting to know each other. Still interested.

Eliott waited as Lucas looked around his room and absorbed what he saw. He seemed the most interested in the drawings Eliott had on his walls and Eliott had never before felt both this proud and this unguarded at the same time. The drawings were such an important part of him that he felt exposed every time someone saw them.

"Did you draw them?" Lucas asked, eyes still full of wonder and curiosity like Eliott loved to see.

"Yeah," Eliott nodded, turning to look at the drawings too. "I've been drawing myself for years now."

"Yourself?"

"The raccoon," Eliott pointed at the drawings. "It's my spirit animal."

"Your spirit animal?" He raised an eyebrow as if the words made no sense in his head.

"Yes. You know, an animal I identify myself with?" Eliott tensed up, not sure if Lucas was going to find it stupid and want to leave or not.

He looked up. Lucas still didn't look too convinced and there was still a slightly confused expression on his face and that worried Eliott. Just a little, though. Because there was also fondness in his eyes and that put a stop to Eliott's worries more than anything else.

"And the other animals?"

"Friends and family. Sofiane is the quokka and Idriss is the tiger," he explained. "The bear is my mom and the coyote is my dad. The hummingbird is my little cousin. And Alex is the wolf."

Lucas seemed pensive, his eyes trained to the drawings with a slightly dazzled expression on his face. The blatant display of how impressed he was by Eliott thinking so deeply about the important people in his life he was showing blew Eliott away. He wasn't expecting Lucas to feel like that about his drawings at all.

"What about me?" Lucas said suddenly, eyes darting between the drawings on the wall and Eliott's own eyes, tone a mix of shy and challenging. "How would you draw me?"

Eliott turned to look fully at him, all his attention on Lucas and what he had just said. Lucas' question had taken him by surprise. The implication behind it making Eliott's heart beat faster. Lucas wanted Eliott to consider drawing him, wanted to be important enough in Eliott's life to warrant a place on his wall of drawings.

And Eliott couldn't help but take in all of the boy in front of him. Couldn't help but look at him from his head to his feet and think about all the small things about Lucas he had discovered in the short time he had known him. Couldn't help but want the same thing Lucas did.

Eliott wanted to draw him and put the drawing on his wall, because Lucas was rapidly becoming a very important person in his life.

And maybe Eliott already knew how he would be drawing Lucas. He thought back to the basketball game, to the way Lucas had been spiky and defensive but also playful and happy, then, Eliott looked at Lucas' hair again and the image was more than clear in his mind.

"I don't know," he said anyway. "I'd have to get to know you better."

Lucas raised both his eyebrows mischievously and grabbed his beer before sitting on Eliott's bed. Eliott took a second before following his lead and sitting next to him with his own drink in hand, glad to see that Lucas already seemed more comfortable in his house or, at least, in his room.

"So," Lucas started. "On top of being amazing at playing the guitar, you're also talented at drawing?"

Eliott felt his face grow hot and he gripped the bottle in his hand tighter. As much as he appreciated getting complimented, he had never really known how to react in the face of one and, getting not one but two compliments in one sentence from Lucas, of all people, seemed like a completely different scenario he had never had to deal with.

"I- Thank you," Eliott said, taking a gulp of his beer.

Lucas smiled at him.

"No need to get flustered. I'm just saying the truth."

"Shut up," Eliott grumbled, pushing his arm playfully.

Lucas laughed and looked around the room before turning his eyes to Eliott again.

"I missed you at the park yesterday."

"Did you now?" Eliott looked at him too. "I went shopping with my mom."

"I guess I'll forgive you this time then," Lucas teased.

They finished their beers among teasing words and casual touches, jumping from topic to topic without focusing too much on anything. It was very laid back and Eliott was happy, if not slightly surprised, to see that he already felt as comfortable with Lucas, who he had met a few weeks ago, as he felt with some of his friends that he had known longer.

When they finished their drinks, Eliott took both bottles and put them on top of his desk again.

The sight of Lucas, laying on his back on Eliott's bed with his legs dangling from the bottom of it, made Eliott's heart race with the possibility of more afternoons spent like this.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Lucas' voice interrupted his musings.

Eliott shook his head before moving to his bed and sitting with his back against the headboard, Lucas' head near his knees.

"Do you always draw what happens in your life?" Lucas asked.

He seemed curious, interested in what Eliott had to say and, although Eliott wasn't sure where this conversation would end up, he couldn't just not answer Lucas.

"If it's something that feels important one way or the other, I usually draw it."

Lucas turned around in the bed so that he was stomach down, legs kicked up and with his head resting on his hands, facing Eliott.

"One way or the other?"

Eliott chuckled, looked at his wall and then back at Lucas.

"Despite what my walls might say, I don't draw only the good things."

Lucas nodded in understanding and, to Eliott's surprise, added.

"Do you burn the ones about bad things?"

Eliott blinked.

"Not really," he shook his head.

"Oh," Lucas seemed to hesitate slightly. "It's just that- When I was younger, and even now sometimes, I used to write down what I was feeling and what had happened when I wasn't feeling my best. And then I burned the paper. I- just thought that maybe you could have the same coping mechanism."

He fidgeted a little with his hands, looking down at Eliott's bed, looking the most insecure Eliott had ever seen him. Eliott wanted to ease his worries away, take the frown away from his face and stop the thoughts of regret that were surely swirling inside Lucas' head. He knew how hard it was to talk about things that were personal and he felt honoured that Lucas had felt comfortable enough to share with him something that he didn't go around telling just about anyone.

"I don't burn them, though sometimes there's nothing I want to do more than that," Eliott said, trying to meet Lucas' eyes, but he wouldn't look up. "But that doesn't mean that I don't do something similar."

That seemed to do the trick and Lucas looked back up at Eliott.

"What is it that you do?"

Eliott sighed, looking him in the eye and considered his options. He could just tell Lucas how he coped and end the conversation there, he knew Lucas wouldn't press for more and they could move onto easier waters, but he wasn't sure if he wanted that. Because he had another option, he could open up to Lucas. He could tell him what he did and explain to him what was behind it, bring the past up and talk about it. And he felt like he could trust Lucas, he felt safe with him.

He got up, ignoring Lucas' small surprise noise at the sudden movement, and crouched next to the bed. He reached under it and stopped to stare at Lucas again when his fingers touched the lid of the box he kept there.

"I keep all of the drawings about the bad days," he said. "I keep them hidden in this box and never really look at them or share them with anyone."

Lucas sat up straighter and Eliott got back on the bed and put the black box between them.

"It's not exactly burning," Eliott shrugged. "But I guess it does the same job."

Eliott took a breathe and moved to open the box.

"You don't have to show me anything," Lucas rushed out, hands flying to grip Eliott's wrists. "It's obviously very private. You don't have to, Eliott."

Lucas' eyes met his and Eliott saw how worried he was that Eliott was going to do or say something he didn't actually want to. He could see that Lucas hadn't said anything with the intent to pry into Eliott's life. And that made it for Eliott. He wanted to open up to Lucas, he wanted to talk to him about what haunted him and what made him Eliott, and he knew that Lucas would listen to him.

He wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to talk about his feeling all of a sudden, but he knew that it was probably because the person in front of him was Lucas. They hadn't met that long ago, but Eliott wanted to learn things about Lucas and let Lucas learn things about himself. It was a desire he couldn't quite explain, but it was there and it felt right and Eliott wouldn't let it get away.

Eliott smiled reassuringly at Lucas and released his hands from his grip.

"It's alright," he said. "I've learned that sometimes it's good to talk," he made eye contact with Lucas to show he was serious before adding. "Some people are worth opening up to."

Lucas seemed to be reassured by that, his hands dropped to his thighs and he licked his lips, eyes never leaving Eliott's.

"Am I one of those people?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"You are," Eliott said simply.

Lucas shuddered, his breath coming out shaky. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face for a fleeting moment, betraying how shocked he seemed to be that Eliott could think about him that way.

Instead of saying anything else to reassure Lucas that he was indeed the kind of person Eliott wanted to get to know and let into his life, he simply took the lid off of the black box and searched for the right drawings to start telling Lucas his story.

The first drawing he took off of the box was that of a little kid looking from the outside as four other kids played football together. Eliott smiled sadly down at it and caressed the paper with his thumb.

"I didn't always draw people as their spirit animal," Eliott said. "That started later. Before, I actually used to draw the human figure as it is. Not that I was ever as good at drawing people as I am at drawing animals."

"Why is this drawing in the box?" Lucas asked, voice soft and serious.

Once again, Lucas said exactly the words Eliott needed to hear. A simple question, but the words that showed that he understood Eliott and wanted to know more. The words that only came to confirm that Lucas was exactly the person Eliott by his side.

"When I drew that, I was feeling alone," he explained. "The other kids are Sofiane, Idriss and two other guys who I haven't seen in forever. We were always playing together, but, at one point, I started feeling like I was just there. Outside, looking in, you know? I was probably about eleven?" Eliott shook his head, unsure about the actual age or date. "It was when things started going downhill for me."

Eliott took a breath, lost in the memories of the times when he felt like an outsider in his own life. He knew now that it was all in his head, but it still had felt real at the time and it had marked him enough to put on paper.

He wished he could say that things went better for him after that, but, the truth was, the box in front of him had many more drawings inside and that was enough to prove that things hadn't really gotten easier. On the contrary, in fact.

"Things only got worse after that," he said. "That's when I started drawing the spirit animals."

He paused, grabbing the one he wanted to show Lucas next.

"We learned about animals in class when I was twelve. It kind of made me go on a spiral of research. I wanted to know everything about them and then I stumbled upon the words 'spirit animal'," he told Lucas. "And then I did some research on that, too. Gave spirit animals to myself and to the people who were important to me."

He gave the drawing to Lucas. Little raccoon ears peaking from the top of a stone wall.

"I felt like I couldn't really talk to anyone or trust anyone at the time. It was as if there was something separating me from the rest of the world. And, by shutting everyone out, I felt a little bit safer. It was just me," he pointed to the drawing. "Me and my wall."

"Eliott…" Lucas breathed out, sounding unsure about what he should say.

Eliott just smiled at him and shook his head, reaching out to squeeze one of Lucas' hands in reassurance. He didn't need him to say anything. Having him there, listening and showing interest in knowing this part of Eliott meant more to him than any words ever could.

"It's alright," he said just to make sure Lucas knew.

He reached for the next drawing and hesitated. This was when, ironically since it had been such a dark time in his life, things really became clear. If he shared this with Lucas now, there would be no going back, no hiding.

One look at Lucas' open, tender, supportive expression was all it took to ease Eliott's worries.

"When I was thirteen, I went through one of the worst periods in my life."

He heard Lucas gasp, a sound that showed his fear and worry about what Eliott was about to tell him. It warmed Eliott up to know that he cared enough despite the small amount of time they had known each other, to sit through this conversation and listen to it with interest and worry and just care.

He gave him the drawing. A raccoon hidden behind way too many lines scattered around, frantic and uneven and chaotic. His mind had been a mess and that had been the only way to properly show it on the paper.

"Things didn't make sense. I spent weeks feeling amazing and then, all of sudden, I just wanted to lay in bed and sleep. I didn't understand what was happening and the confusion only made everything worse, because I understood that it wasn't natural to feel like that, not to that extent at least," he sighed, eyes shifting to the wall and becoming unfocused. "Eventually, after a week of almost no sleep at all and spending every hour researching, followed by a week when I just wanted to sleep, my parents took me to a professional."

Lucas seemed to be on the edge of his seat, ready to know and take in whatever Eliott was going to tell him.

Eliott looked into Lucas' eyes again. Yes, it was easier to open up when he was staring at a wall, but a wall was nothing when compared to Lucas' eyes. With his eyes locked on Lucas', Eliott found the courage he needed to say what he never really told that many people, the part of him he preferred to keep hidden most of the time.

"I'm bipolar."

There was a beat of silence. Lucas blinked at him, inclined his head to one side with a thoughtful look in his eyes. And then he smiled, a small smile that made the tension that had settled on Eliott's shoulders dissipate.

Lucas wasn't leaving. He wasn't running for the hills and never talking to him anymore. He was still here.

Lucas shifted the box to one side so that he could move closer to Eliott. He kneed in front of him, sitting on his heels and looking at Eliott with a soft look on his face that gave him the confidence to continue.

"Sometimes it's not easy to deal with me," Eliott said. "There's times when I can't leave my bed and times when I'm overhyper and will do anything. Sometimes I cry and scream and yell for no reason. I'm always afraid that I will hurt someone I care about without meaning to. It's quite hard a lot of the time."

"Thank you for telling me," Lucas raised a hand to rest on Eliott's cheek. "I'm sure it wasn't easy."

Eliott licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry.

"I- Not that many people know."

Lucas lowered his head a little, a signal of reverence that no one had ever shown Eliott.

"I feel honoured, then."

Eliott felt a blush creeping up his cheeks at Lucas' words and his intense stare. It seemed he was looking straight into Eliott's soul and make sure every last part of Eliott knew he was there, proud and happy and enamoured. That was one word Eliott had never expected to use to describe the way someone stared at him, but it was the only one that seemed to fit properly the depth of Lucas' eyes.

"I started playing guitar around that time. Music always helped ground me a little, in a way, and I told my therapist that once. She told me that maybe actually making music could be great for me and to try it out," he smiled. "I did and it was the best thing I could have done. I haven't stopped since."

"I'm glad you did," Lucas whispered in the space between them, thumb caressing Eliott's cheek. "You're amazing and that was what mesmerized me about you in the first place."

Eliott bit his lip. Lucas felt the same, he was sure of it. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he never wanted Lucas to leave his bed, never really wanted him to be farther away from him than he was right now. And he wanted to make sure Lucas knew that. So, he leaned in a little, Lucas' hand falling from his cheek to the side of his neck and kissed Lucas' cheek gently, feeling it warm up against his lips with Lucas' blush.

"I'm mesmerized by you too," he breathed out, lips still touching Lucas' skin.

He felt Lucas' answering shudder and leaned back again to look at his face. He was blushing, but there was a happy smile on his face and Eliott felt his lips stretch into an answering grin. This was all Eliott wanted.

Then, still wanting Lucas to know more, Eliott showed him other drawings he found important to the story he was trying to tell. Images of raccons, mostly alone or clearly separated from quokkas, tigers, bears and coyotes. Pictures of loneliness, sadness and helplessness. Reaching low lows, coming up for air and breathing only to go down again and almost suffocate in chaotic thoughts. A raccoon, smaller than ever before, looking at an intimately big building, failing school having taken its toll on him. The aftermath of that, with the months of blame and guilt and disappointment and then breathing again like resurfacing.

When Eliott finished his story, the box was sitting on the floor and Eliott and Lucas were laying on the bed, side by side.

"I'm really happy that you told me so much about yourself," Lucas said, turning his head to stare at the side of Eliott's face. "I'm serious. It means a lot that you trusted me enough to tell me these personal things."

"You're an easy person to trust," Eliott turned his head too. "And I did want to trust you. I want to get to know you. And I want you to get to know me; all of me. Even the shitty parts."

Lucas shook his head and turned on his side so his whole body was facing Eliott.

"There's nothing shitty about you, Eliott."

Eliott sighed, happiness and peace coursing through his veins and leaving a warm trail behind. He felt so at ease and so relaxed with Lucas laying next to him as if nothing could touch him or hurt him. As if he was exactly where he should be, where he belonged. He reached down and grabbed Lucas' hand, squeezing it.

"Thank you for listening to me-" Eliott started saying but Lucas interrupted him.

"Don't thank me. You deserve to be listened to. And besides," he grinned. "I also want to know everything about you, Eliott."

He breathed out his name like it was too precious to be said any louder or any less carefully. And then he leaned in and kissed his forehead, Eliott felt his smile on his skin and exhaled, his breath hitting Lucas' neck and making him shiver slightly.

Eliott never wanted this moment to end. He never wanted to let go of Lucas, but he knew, logically, that he would eventually have to, since the afternoon would turn into night. So, he just reached out, wrapped his arms around Lucas and brought him closer to him. Felt Lucas hug him back and kiss his collarbone softly, gentle lips and gentle breath.

And he didn't let go until Lucas' phone vibrated and he had to leave and, even then, it was a struggle unwrap his arms from around him.

After Lucas left, Eliott sat at his desk with the smell of Lucas' cologne clinging slightly to his hoodie and started drawing.

He drew a hedgehog for the first time. Drew him skating and then drew him lying on Eliott's bed. Drew him as he saw Lucas, small, cute, but fierce and passionate and surprising. And, at the end of the night, Eliott hung those drawing on his wall, let his hedgehog join all the other animals that were already there.

Let the drawings join the representation of the people who were the most important to Eliott.

Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

[harryimaginedstories]

Pretty Close

Hello friends!  This is a very spontaneous idea I had that pretty much created itself while I wrote it. I apologize if anything doesn’t make sense or if there are grammar mistakes.  Hope you’re all well and doing great. x Plot: H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.

Warnings: None, this is pretty much just a romantic story.

I can’t take credit for this picture but oh god just imagine you’d have him look at you like this.

Harry knew I was in love with him.  He could tell in the way my eyes lit up with warmth and light the moment they found his face. He felt it in every touch my fingertips made with his skin as they never failed to be gentle and soft with him, almost as if I feared he would disappear should I dare pressing too hard.  Harry thought the depths of my feelings were very clear to hear in my voice, since whenever I spoke to him there was nothing but pure adoration in my tone.  Harry knew. And it made him feel happier than he had believed a man was capable of feeling. 

“I can’t tell you what it is, man,” he confessed to his friend John one night, “I just know, you know?”

John took a sip from his drink and watched with an amused expression how his friend’s cheeks flushed at the thought of his best friend fancying him. It was strange, he found, how a man who was admired and loved so widely by different people, got all flustered and pink when thinking about just one girl who he so desperately hoped would love him. “And you love her as well?” John wanted to know, a smirk pulling at his mouth since he was quite certain he already knew the answer to his question.

Harry looked up, teeth pulling and biting at his bottom lip while his hair was sticking into all kinds of directions. He looked almost like a child, deeply stuck in thoughts it didn’t understand. He nodded shyly. “I think I do.” The words were quiet and the moment they left his lips Harry’s orbs fell back to his hands and the pink shade on his cheeks deepened.  He reminded John much of a school boy, cheeky and unsure in the world of lovers.

“Mate,” John chuckled, “You can’t claim to know for sure how someone else is feeling and be so uncertain about your own emotions.” Harry shrugged and swallowed hard. “I just think... I mean it’s not that simple, is it? Especially with Y/N since she’s just the best person ever. If m’right and she does love me then that means so much more than if someone else did.” 

“You value her a lot.”

“Course I do.” 

John grinned. “Are we having this conversation ‘cause you want me to confirm that she’s got the hots for you or because you want me to confirm that you’ve got them for her?”

“I need you to tell me what to do,” Harry murmured. 

His hands, heavily decorated with rings and tattoos, shook with the anxiety of being so open and honest about a secret he’d held close to his heart for so long. 

John shrugged. “I think you should just ask her if your assumption is correct. Be upfront about it and don’t mess around. She’s the kind of person who appreciates honesty and you two are so tight together I doubt it’d be awkward even if you were wrong.”

“But you don’t think I could be wrong, right?” 

“No, Harry, don’t worry about that. I’m sure Y/N’s into you, too.”

And so all Harry needed to do was pull out his phone, take a deep breath and click the tiny phone symbol next to my name. Of course I didn’t let him wait for too long and instead answered to his call almost immediately. 

“Hello, Harry! How are you?”

John’s eyebrows arched. When he called me I never sounded even half as excited as I did upon receiving Harry’s. He didn’t take any offense though and only felt happier for his friend. 

“M’good, love,” Harry hummed, “And you?”

“I’m great. Better now that you’re calling me, actually. What’s up?”

Harry cleared his throat. John nudged his leg with his foot and mouthed the words spit it out. 

“Listen, I- well I got something I want to talk to you about. Preferably not over the phone. S’nothing bad though, love, don’t you worry ‘bout it.”

“Okay,” I paused, unsure of what I should think. His words did little to easy the excitement his words caused in my belly. 

“Can you meet me at my place in say 30 minutes?” 

“Sure,” I agreed, “of course. You’re alright, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine, promise,” Harry chuckled, his heart nearly bursting at the care in my voice. 

“Great. I’ll see you in a bit then.”

“See you, love.” 

The moment he set his phone back down John clapped his hands. “I’m a matchmaker!”

“Hardly,” Harry rolled his eyes but his wide grin had both dimples show their presence in his cheeks, “Fuck m’nervous. I really shouldn’t be I mean... she’s my best friend. I know her really well and feel so good when m’with her... shouldn’t be all scared to see her in a moment.” 

“I think it’s the fact that you’re so close with her that’s making you so nervous, mate. But it’s also why I think her reply doesn’t really matter that much. Nothing could separate the two of you anyway so... whatever she says, it’ll be alright.”

Harry nodded, his cheeks puffing as air left his mouth in a huff. “Fuck.”

John left shortly after, leaving Harry a mess of nerves and worries.  He couldn’t breathe. All confidence his mind had held only moments ago, all certainty that I was in love with him... well Harry wasn’t sure if he’d imagined half of the signs he’d believed in. 

When I stepped into his apartment I could feel how something was different than usual. There was no music, that was the first clue. Normally Harry had either rock classics blasting through his home or the cheesiest pop music he could have found. I swore to him once that I would turn right back around without giving him a proper hello should I ever open his door and find ‘I swear’ by All-4-one playing again. But now that his home was silent I wished he’d play something stupid, anything that would indicate he wasn’t as worried and desperate as his voice had sounded when he called.  I wondered what could be wrong with him and only hoped it really was nothing bad like he’d claimed.

“Harry?” I called as I shrugged off my jacket and slipped off my shoes, “Where are you?”

With socked feet I went to search for my best friend only to discover him sitting at his kitchen counter, eyes fixated on his phone, seemingly unaware that I’d stepped into his flat.  Gently I knocked against the doorframe before walking up to him and wrapping his body into my embrace, taking advantage of his sitting position as it allowed me to be taller than him for once. My chest pressed to his back while my arms slung around his neck and when I nuzzled my face into his shoulder I could hear him chuckle breathlessly. 

“Hey,” he hummed. His hands reached up and took my wrists in a gentle hold and squeezed them. “You alright? Did you get here good?”

“Yes to both,” I murmured before kissing his temple softly. 

I pulled my arms from him and moved to hop onto the kitchen counter so my legs were dangling next to where he was sitting.  When he looked up to me my heart dropped to the very bottom of my stomach and I immediately reached out to touch his hair and scratch his head. 

“Hey,” I asked quietly, “What’s the matter?”

His eyes were big, his lips bitten raw and his cheeks pale. I’d spent a lot of time with him and been part of many important moments in his life but never before had he looked this much like a mess of nerves. And not knowing what the matter with him was worried me greatly.  His head leaned into my palm. 

“Y/N?” he asked timidly, “We’re quite... You n’me are pretty close, right?”

“I’d say so, yes,” I chuckled nervously, shrinking under the intensity of his eyes, “You’re the only one I feel comfortable enough with that I just march into his home without knocking first.” 

He smiled. “S’pretty deep bond then, huh?” 

I nodded with a soft smile. “Definitely.”

“So,” Harry began, “I can talk to you ‘bout pretty much anything, can’t I? Ask whatever I want?”

He moved his chair and slowly raised to his feet. I leaned back and watched him step closer, close enough so his thighs brushed my knees where I remained sitting on the cold stone counter.

“You’re my favorite person, Harry,” I breathed, my hand reaching out to rub his arm, “Of course you can.”

But he couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but whenever his head formed the words he wanted to speak his throat closed up on him and left him staring at the girl before him as if he were frozen in time.  His mouth was slightly parted and his breathing made his chest move irregularly.  John was a dick, Harry thought, why had he made all of this seem so easy? And why did he think nothing would change no matter my answer? Everything was on the line here! Then again... he couldn’t just be my friend anymore. 

“Y/N.” 

His hands grasped my hips and pulled me to him so I was sitting on the edge of the counter. I shuddered when he nudged my knees apart, encouraging me to let him stand between them and with that came even closer to me.  My heart leaped and I shakily moved to rest both hands on his shoulders, similar to how I’d done only minutes ago but for some reason this felt much more... intimate. He had my thighs holding his hips to my body and when he leaned in even closer his breath fanned over my face.  His nose nudged mine, making me whimper quietly and he smiled, smiled at how happy he felt in that moment.  All of a sudden he was sure again. There was no way I would let him be this close if I didn’t love him back.  And of course he wasn’t wrong. My heart beat rapidly for him and in that moment it was hard to hide. I didn’t really want to hide it any longer either.  I loved the guy. What was wrong with that? That’s why I think it was me who closed the last bit of distance between us by pressing a kiss to his pretty mouth, simply unable to ignore the intense electricity that pulled me to him. But it was him who deepened what was an innocent and small gesture. He went for it. When he kissed me his tongue licked into my mouth hungrily and it surprised me that he didn’t even try to disguise his desperation for... me. Me. His friend.  His lips were warm and so soft they weakened my knees and I was glad we hadn’t started this standing up but with me in a sitting position. Otherwise I was sure I would have collapsed right there. I embraced him tighter and kissed back eagerly, my hands clutched his neck and jaw while his moved up and down my sides, almost as if he couldn’t quite comprehend that I was really there.  I whimpered and he responded by pushing my hair off my shoulder and move his head so he could kiss down the skin of my neck, finally giving me a chance to breathe. 

“Hey,” I whispered, “Harry, slow down.” 

My eyes fell shut at the tickling sensation of his lips kissing and nipping on my sensitive skin. But this was Harry so of course so my quiet words had him press one final kiss to my shoulder before pulling back. His gaze found mine and my stomach fluttered. 

“You okay?” he asked in a quiet and hoarse voice. Shakily I touched my fingers to his red and swollen lips and I giggled at how adorably tousled he looked. 

“What are you laughing at me for?” Harry chuckled, his eyes wide and full of humor. 

“You look adorable,” I admitted openly, “And I’m more than okay.”

“Oh, really,” His hand found mine, “Well I think you look beautiful.” 

I’m pretty sure my heart stopped beating. The most beautiful person I knew thought I was beautiful, too? Harry hummed.

“And while I’m glad you’re okay, why’d you want me to stop?” His head came closer again and I suppressed a moan when he pressed another warm kiss to the skin just below my left ear. 

I shrugged him off and forced him back with a soft push to his shoulders, “Because I want to know what’s going on with you. Why are you... why did we just kiss?”

“You’re not happy with me?” Harry looked at me with knotted brows and worried eyes. 

“Of course I am,” I reassured him quickly, “I’m just very surprised. You’re my best friend.”

Harry groaned and this time when he leaned in to burry his face in my neck I let him. “Want to be more.”

His arms circled my waist and he moaned lowly when my legs wrapped around him and pulled him in closer. 

“More than my friend?” I asked, scared of his reply. 

Though there was nobody I would want to have this kind of secrets with, there was nobody other than Harry I would ever feel comfortable enough with that I’d let him touch me this way, let him talk to me like this.  I felt him nod and I bit back a giggle when his hair tickled my skin. 

“I do, too,” I admitted, then with a deep breath I decided to just tell him: “I love you, Harry.”

His laugh fell against my throat and I gently wrapped his neck and shoulders into my embrace again. I needed him to be physically close, because never before had I felt more intimate with him than I did now. Harry’s cheek pressed to the side of my neck before he pulled back slowly and with a short kiss to the corner of my mouth he murmured: 

“I really love you, Y/N. More than a best friend should.”

“Far more,” I agreed. 

We smiled at each other. How lucky were we? We’d found each other without even needing to search. His nose brushed mine in a playful gesture. 

“I knew,” he confessed with a confident smirk, “Knew you loved me. I fucking knew all along.” 

I kicked the back of his thigh with my foot, at least I tried, without removing my legs from around his waist, making him laugh and respond by tickling my hips.

“Liar. You were shitting yourself only moments ago.”

“I was,” Harry admitted easily, “But it was worth it. You’re... my girlfriend now, aren’t you?” 

He hesitated. How could Harry be so unsure even now that he knew I loved him? How could he for a moment think that I wouldn’t want to be with him? I nodded and then took hold of his jaw to encourage him closer and connect our lips, hoping he would know through this kiss, just like he claimed to have known of my feelings for him, that he made me feel like I was the luckiest person to walk this world.  Hope you enjoyed this. x 

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[jinki-hyung]

Jung Taekwoon x Male Reader

By Admin Sherlock

Relationship ( So Far ;] ) : You guys are acquaintances, you get along with Wonshik well so you hang out a lot, sometimes at the dorm as well, meaning you run into Taekwoon sometimes, but you've never really talked too much- he seems very distant and you aren't sure how to approach him.

Scenario : You spend the night at VIXX's dorm, and you are about to go to sleep on the couch when you hear a door open.

~ Jung Taekwoon / Leo x Reader~ Desperate >Your PoV<

I looked up from the couch, finding someone dragging their feet as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Taekwoon?" I called out, somewhat recognizing his figure.

He flinched, surprised when he saw me, "What are you doing there?"

"I'm sleeping over today, so I took the couch," I said, getting up and walking closer when I realized he looked extremely pale.

"What..." he mumbled, gawking at me as I walked towards him, going to put my hand on his forehead.

"What are you doing?" he asked again, and I would've chuckled if the hand I'd placed on his forehead wasn't heating up.

"You're burning up," I said, putting my hand on his back for support, "I'll get you what you wanted, go back to bed."

"Why-"

"Just listen for now, you'll appreciate it when you wake up feeling better," I said, walking him to his bed, not saying anything else as I began making whatever remedies I could to make sure Taekwoon wouldn't feel sick in the morning.

After giving him his tea and watching his face regain his natural color, I sighed, sitting at the edge of his bed, "What a relief," I said, almost feeling exhausted myself, "It would be horrible if you got sick- I'd miss your singing."

I smiled, looking at him in the dark, his smooth features complemented by the light of his bedside lamp.

I stood up, realizing I should head to bed, "Next time call one of us if you are feeling sick," I said, patting his hair, "You look much better with that handsome face of yours having color now."

I smiled, waving goodbye before heading back to the couch.

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I sat on the couch, smiling as I saw Taekwoon's eyes crinkle as he smiled slightly.

"Taekwoon?"

He turned his head towards me, "What's wrong (Y/N)?"

"Do you want to grab some coffee later, it'll be on me," I asked, already aware he liked his coffee very much.

His eyes seemed to brighten up, "O-oh, yeah, let's go."

He stood up, surprising me, but I left it as is, not reminding him that I had told him 'later' and not 'now', but that just made me find his love for coffee that much cuter.

We went out, and I bought him his coffee, and he looked the happiest he's ever looked when he was with me, "Taek," I said, and he looked up at me, a glimmer in his eyes, "I'm glad you came, seeing these sides of you really just makes me realize how amazing you are."

For a second, I was able to see his face turn red, before he suddenly hid behind his coffee, "Thank you- it's... fun."

God damn.

He's so cute.

I stroked his arm, making him drop his coffee, yet managing to steady it before too much fell out.

"I'll buy you another one," I offered, making him seem even more flustered than before.

"I-It's alright-" he uttered, "I'm gonna head home- I need to- um, get changed," he managed, slowly standing up.

"Okay, I'll see you later Taek," I said, cleaning the table.

"S-sorry," he mumbled, and I grabbed his arm, making him look back at me.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" I asked.

He hid his face in his hand, "I-I," he mumbled, looking at me after a while, "If you want, it's okay."

I smiled as we cleaned up the table, making sure everything was picked up before we headed back to his dorm.

He seemed to calm down, drinking what was left of his coffee and walking beside me, "(Y/N)," he said after a while, "Thank you for today, I got a bit... embarrassed after the coffee fell, sorry..." he mumbled, and right as I was about to tell him there was no problem, he continued, "We should do this again though- I will buy us coffee whenever you want."

His face was bright, not only with a fresh tint of reddish color, but his expression- his eye smile showed his earnestness, and his smile was the cutest- the way he bit his entire bottom lip with joy-

"I'm looking forward to it Taek," I said, unable to contain the loving look I was giving him.

His face went red once more, looking down as he very obviously smiled, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment when I saw Taekwoon displaying more emotion.

It didn't take long for us to arrive, and by then we'd both finished our coffee, "I'll take these and throw them away," he said, reaching for my cup.

"Of course, my prince, thank you very much," I joked, bowing extravagantly, taking his hand to kiss it, then giving him my empty cup.

When I looked up he was frozen in place, face full of color, taking my kiss more serious than I imagined- making me curious on how aware he was, and if perhaps he felt the same feelings as I-

I know I like him, I shouldn't even try to deny it now.

I did my best not to sigh, looking at him has he tried to compose himself, "A-ah- yes, thank you," he said, trying to follow my lead, "Tell me when you're free for coffee," he still managed to say, even after I kissed the back of his hand.

"Okay Prince Jung Taekwoon, I'll see you then."

"(Y/N)," I heard Taekwoon say over the phone.

"What's up?"

"I am outside right now, could you let me in?" he asked, his voice slightly unstable, making me worry.

"Okay, I'm in my way right now," I said, grabbing a coat, just in case, knowing it was cold outside.

I opened the door, finding Taekwoon barely holding up an umbrella, his hands busy with two cups of coffee, shivering as he tried to hold the umbrella with his neck.

"Oh my god- come inside," I said, taking the coffee and handing him my coat, opening the door wider despite it being too cold for me to expose myself to the harsh weather, "I didn't expect you to come today Taek- the weather is horrible."

We had been meeting every Saturday for a while to hang out and drink some coffee, but the news advised everyone to stay inside, which made me assume that he wasn't coming- but apparently, that wasn't the case.

"It's okay- I wanted to keep our tradition," he said, "I even got your coffee for you."

I could see him start to smile despite still shivering, I was at a loss at how I should feel- happy, worried, in love.

I placed the coffee on a nearby table, embracing him soon after, "Taek-" I said, words caught in my throat.

He wrapped his arms around me after a while, staying quiet before he forced something out, "What's wrong (Y/N), did something happen?"

His voice was so soft even I could barely hear it, but I heard it, and it drove me over the edge.

I pushed him away gently, "I love you Taekwoon," I said, not thinking too much about how he'd react until I'd said it, watching his eyes dilate as he processed it.

He retracted once he'd fully processed everything, covering me in cold sweat in a matter of seconds.

We stayed speechless for who knows how long, so to try to break the ice, I decided it would be best to just risk everything.

"Taekwoon, I would love if you would do me the honor of becoming your boyfriend," I said, taking the hand that didn't have his umbrella, "I love you, so please think about it, there's no rush."

He pressed his lips together, very obviously flustered, "I- I'll think about it," he mumbled, "Right now... can I stay over, the weather is way too strong."

I gulped, "Of course," I said, yet I was a bit more nervous than before, unsure if anything would change with him now aware of my feelings towards him.

Eventually, we got settled down, sitting on my couch with a blanket each, drinking our coffee as we watched a movie.

It seemed like everything was going smoothly, for the most part, nothing changed besides the occasional moments of awkward silence.

"(Y/N)," Taekwoon mumbled, and if I hadn't become accustomed to how soft his voice was, I probably wouldn't have heard him.

I lowered the volume of the television, "What's up Taek?"

He looked red again, probably thinking about what I said earlier, fiddling with the blanket I let him borrow, "I was wondering..." he said, his voice still soft, "When you say you love me, does that mean, romantically?"

"Yes," I said, a bit disappointed that he might have been thinking otherwise.

"And... sexual stuff as well?"

"Yes," I said, turning to see his reaction, a bit more nervous than before.

"O-okay, I just wanted to ask," he said, leaving me in the dark.

I fell quiet, not sure how to respond, instead of reaching for the controller across from him, brushing past him.

I was able to get it, but when I brushed past him, he let out whimper that sent me flying,

I stared at him, unsure if I heard what I think I heard, and judging from his reaction, it was most likely true.

He hid his face in his hands, bringing one of his knees up to his neck to hide behind.

"Taekwoon- did- are you-"

"Sorry (Y/N)," he uttered, his voice forced, "I- I don't want to seem desperate or anything-"

"'Desperate'," I breathed, hopeful feelings getting stuck in my chest, "You mean- does that mean-"

"I think I like you too- I mean, I know- but, if I answer right now you will think I am desperate and see that as unattractive-"

"That's- I love you, unconditionally," I said, taking his hand, making him face me, "Even if you think it's desperate, it won't change anything- just delay the time it takes to make you mine."

His mouth widened, making regret saying the last part.

"Well," he gulped, softly licking his lips, letting his free hand slid down his side, "I wouldn't mind- we've both been waiting for a while..."

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my girl

    All the windows were open, the sun casting a glow against the marble floors. The french doors leading to the balcony where fully extended, bringing in the scent of spring and new beginnings. The consistent noise of sprinklers on the lawn adding a pleasant background noise. The music flowing from inside the house created a perfect harmony with the midday chatter of birds and wind.

    The spritzing of lemon-scented cleanser was at work in the living room. Candles flickering, dustless surfaces, fluffed pillows. Organized bookshelves and pristine counter-tops, the rough scrubbing of the floor. Unrelenting hands wrapped around a sponge, unaware of the tapping of boots against the marble floors even as they drew closer. The God of Leo sucked in his breath as he came across pure beauty.

    Your hair was recklessly wrapped into a lopsided bun atop your head. Your cheeks were flushed from the hard work, your legs bare on the cool marble. Your outfit consisted of an oversized shirt that belonged to him, and a pair of panties. The yellow fabric looked gentle against your hips, with a mesh back and floral embroidery. It gave him a fantastic view of your ass, round and as soft as the rest of your body.

    Automatically he felt desire lick as every atom within his body. Your beauty was incomparable. You truly were a goddess. His goddess. Seeing you on your knees, clearly dancing to the music… it was a sight he would never, ever tire of seeing. He felt his resolve dry up, and he stood back, unable to bring himself to disturb such an ethereal sight. The pureness of his goddess’s soul, the clarity in her every movement and intentions.

    He was thankful that the other gods had left to go to the heavens and decided to leave Leon and his goddess alone. No one can see this sight except for him; no one can see her long legs, uncovered and the muscles of her body flexing as she cleaned the floor; no one can but him could ever touch her.

    Her terribly off-key voice sang along with music and yet to him it better than the choir of the God of the Arts. Her precious voice, the same voice which called out for him in their throes of making love, or your hushed pleads whenever you made a wish unconsciously. He made sure they always came true -- no wish was too much for, not for his goddess -- and he would make sure they never went ungranted.

    “I’ve got so much honey, the bees envy me; I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees. Well, I guess, what you say? What can make me feel this way?” The lead singer crooned adoringly, your voice intertwined with the recording. “My girl, I’m talking about my girl.”

    It was as if his body was frozen, watching his woman sing along with the old love song. It was all for him. The song seemed to fit the mood perfectly, with the sun shining on your skin. He leaned against the entry doorway, watching as you finished off the song and laughed to yourself as the music changed to something slightly darker, more arousing. Leon felt himself keening to pick you up and take you right there, windows open and all.

    Do it, snaps his inner lion, hungrily watching the shirt ride up and feeding more delectable skin to his predatory eyes. Yet even he was capable of holding himself back, despite the disagreement of others. Leon realized how selfish he was, constantly wanting and aching for her. He had already had her so many times and yet it seemed as if you were untouched, as if you were innocent as ever.

    But he knew. He knew what it was like to dig his hands into the plumpness of your ass and touch your full breasts, what it was like to make you deliciously ready. He knew what it felt like to run his tongue across your skin, touching all of the places except for the one area his little goddess wanted until you lost your mind. He had felt your silky walls clasped around everything he had to offer you, hear you scream or the rhythmic bouncing of the bed underneath the two of you.

    So he takes the time now to appreciate you, and your beautiful body and cute nose scrunched up and messy hair and boney knees. The toned muscle that stretched as you rose to your feet leisurely, and stretched. Bones popped and he knew you had dedicated your heart to cleaning the mansion despite the fact the gods could simply snap their fingers and everything would be perfect afterwards.

    The very knowledge that you tenderly took care of the gods, the maternal instinct having taken over you, warms the wild lion’s heart. Your caring nature was taken for granted time and time again-- especially by the damn fish who always dragged you into his pranks because you didn’t know how to say no or that skirt-chaser -- but at the end of the day, you were a good woman and prove it time and time again. It was a miracle you hadn’t decided you were tired of dealing with all the gods, all of Leon himself. Your stubborn nature, would can be seen as you scrub at a red wine stain from the night before, was what captured Leon and the other gods’ hearts.

But, you were all his. Indisputably, wholly his from the tip of your hair down to the delicate little toes on your small feet. Your tears, your flushed skin, your ribcage which protects your innocent soul, and the flimsy organ which kept you alive. Leon constantly reminds himself that the two of you will not be together forever. He is reminded through the crinkles that are around your eyes, your passing birthdays, your mortality. He is reminded when he rests his head on your chest and listens to your breathing and heartbeat.

He does not want to live in a world without you. He does not ever want to waste a moment that could have been spent loving you -- his one and only goddess, the woman who stole his heart. And so he calls out your name and gives you the warm smile that he only ever gave to you. You gave a light jump, and hurriedly whipped around to see Leon standing at the entrance.

Your heart rate accelerated even more at the sight of his all-encompassing smile. His muscular frame was pressed against the entrance, and you realized he had been watching you for a while. Your face flushes red and you felt like jelly as you watch his eyes rake over your ensemble, hungry and eager to drink in the sight of your face. You quickly look away, your flustered state forcing your mouth to be locked shut. You couldn’t even greet him. Realizing the reality of how you look, you try to cover yourself and heard a growl from the Lion.

You look up, locking eyes with Leon and vaguely hear Amy Winehouse in the background. “Nobody stands in between me and my man-” His lips curl into a smirk and he stalks to you. It was like the story of the lion who fell in love with the lamb.

When he is standing in front of you, he grabbed your chin and pulled your face up. He was so aware of how tiny you were, barely reaching his armpit. Your small frame was easily overwhelmed by him, with the ability to cover every inch of your body. He still leans down, meeting your eyes and once again becoming lost in the stars within. The breathtaking constellation were clear against the (e/c) orbs.

“My beautiful goddess,” he whispers. You melt into his arms, and he cherishes the perfection that can be felt. It was tangible. It had a form. It had a body, and starry eyes. It was you, the soft hearted human girl with a weak will and inability to say no. He was completely and utterly smitten with you, and there was no going back. His hands sliver down your body, taking in the way you gasp and arch against him.

    “Leon,” you whisper back. Your eyelashes flutter and you subconsciously pucker your lips, lean a bit more forward. And who was Leon to deny you, his one and only goddess? So he does what he does best, take and take and take again and again. His lips devour you, his tongue slipping in.

    He opens his eyes, knowing you were too absorbed to notice. He watched your blown-out expression, melting under his simple administrations. Your flushed cheeks, soft skin, gripping fingernails on his jacket.

    He knows. He knows he is wholly in love with you, knows that he is overtaken with all that you are and that there is no returning. He is all of yours, wrapped around your fingers. And he had never been more happy.

        So he makes love to you. Each time is like the first.

    He can not live without you. He refuses. So when you fall asleep he tells you how much he adores you.

    The sponge is forgotten. The scent of lemon cleanser is still strong, yet the only scent in the air was you. He wanted to live in this moment forever.

[haikyuu-loves-thiccies]

Third Year!Chubby!Reader x Kageyama Tobio

Wee woo I wrote the thiiiiiiiiing. it’s 4 am and I’m big sleepy so forgive any bad thiiiiiiings. Also there aint no smut smut in this but it is definitely crude sooooooooooooooo >:)

    Y/n was a casual friend of Daichi Sawamura's. They never really hung out, but they were friendly during school hours and often sitting in the same group during lunch. Once highschool kicked in and Daichi took into the boys volleyball team, what friendship they had had drifted. It didn't bother y/n, but what did bother her was that in this year, her final year of highschool, she was standing in front of the tall senior, asking for her to join as Karasuno's volleyball manager- almost half way through the school year.

   “Umm.. Y/n...” Daichi was hesitant, a little confused and almost concerned as to why now someone- this someone, was asking to be a manager for the team. “You can apply, talk to Takeda-Sensei, I guess... But why now? I-If you don't mind me asking! It's just.. We already have Shizumi, and she's training a first year to take over after we all graduate.”

   “Yeah, well. I... Want to do something.” Y/n swallowed hard, tapping the tips of her pointer fingers together. “This is hard to admit, okay? But I just haven't done like.. Anything.. Throughout highschool. I know it'll only be for less than a year, but I'm tired of being... Bored.” A deep breath made it's way out of Y/n's lips, her body relaxing ever so slightly. “That, and, all the other clubs rejected my late entry. For literally every position.”

   “Oh, oh.” Daichi rubbed the back of his neck, not really surprised that her late entry applications weren't accepted. He understood, and was mildly concerned, by what Y/n's motive was. Boredom can drive someone mad and extreme cases, can make someone feel completely empty. It was a sorrowful thought, that Y/n might be feeling that way when in only a couple months she'd be graduating and life would open up with so many new things to experience. But still, Daichi could understand the need for something in the now, rather than later.

   Y/n looked up at the captain, suddenly feeling flushed with shame.

   “I'm sorry if that's like... Not a good reason to want to join- or if it's wrong or, offensive.. Or something.”

   “No, no! It's fine. It's not usual, but I guess on a technicality, we're all just doing things to fight boredom, right?”

    While not exactly true, Y/n appreciated the effort her old friend had made to ease her discomfort.

    “I can take you to Takeda-Sensei, like I said, but I really can't promise anything, okay?”

    A bright, hopeful smile spread on the young girl's face, one Daichi recognized all too well.

    “Okay!”

    It was a miracle, and nothing less. Y/n was as aware of this fact as she was grateful that Daichi had managed to convince the volleyball team's Senseis to give her a shot. It was like new life was breathed into the girl, no more of that awkward, isolated unknown, but the girl Daichi had known before highschool had blossomed back larger than life itself.

   Y/n had settled into Karasuno's pack with ease. She was full of an uplifting spirit and cheerful demeanor, along with a mind full of snarky comments, that the underclassmen seemed to just eat up. Sugawara had never met Y/n personally, neither had Asahi, but both took to her almost as quickly as the second and first years.

   Now, Y/n was refilling the first year boy's water bottles, taking note on whose is whose. The first years, outside of Tsukishima Kei, had the same casual yet not durable style. Hinata's was orange, much like his hair, with it's brands logo on the front. It was plastic- as was Yamaguchi's, while Tsukishima and Kageyama had stainless steel ones. Yamaguchi's was simply green and black, Kageyama's was dark blue with a black stripe down it's front, and Tsukishima's was the odd one out- It had a whole ass dinosaur head on it's cap. Completely decorative, and totally out of left field in Y/n's mind.

   It was hard not to giggle when she was handling the tall middle blocker's cup, but she managed not to make a mess of the others and carry them all back in one piece. Now, she thought, comes her favorite time of the day. The boys were all taking a break, toweling of the sweat and grime from practice, the boys who had their water were already downing it, the first years awaiting their own.

   “Alright sugar-honeys, here's one round of water.” Passing around the bottles, Y/n was giving each of the youngest boys playful, loving winks, flustering up three of the four.

   “Here's one for you, Yamaguchi.” She fluttered around the freckled boy, who blushed and thanked the girl with a soft stutter. Yamaguchi was the easiest boy to truly fluster up. Part of Y/n knew it was because he wasn't used to female attention. Let alone having a third year be so sweet and touchy with him.

   “And here's yours, Hinata baby~” Ruffling the orangette's hair, Y/n dropped the bottle down beside him, which he snatched up instantly and began sucking it down, his face bright red from the chosen pet name the upperclassman gave him.

   With a swift movement from Tsukishima, who muttered a stoic “thanks” quicker than she could drop any lovey-dovey comments, Y/n's final bottle to give was to the raven haired setter who had stolen her heart.

   “Here we are, Kageyama.” Y/n leaned down, allowing her school uniform's top to show off her breasts. Her fuller frame complimented her uniform, from showing her plush cleavage to her ass peaking out ever so slightly from her skirt whenever she bends over. Knowing full well what was happening, she squished her arms together ever-so-slightly, pushing her breasts further out. She saw, immediately, Kageyama's eyes were bouncing from her chest to the bottle, back and forth, quick and panicky movements that gave Y/n all the information she needed.

   Kageyama's hand shakily moved to get his water bottle, when his whole body went frozen stiff. A sly smirk traveled Y/n's lips, and she looked down knowing full well what she'd see.

   “You okay, baby?” Y/n whispered softly, not moving from her position in front of the sitting boy.

   “I-, you- my-” Unable to form a sentence, Kageyama gulped, shutting his eyes tight and crossing his legs ever so slightly, pulling his volleyball bag onto his lap.

   “It's okay, I wont tell~” The setter's head jumped up, a blush spreading on his cheeks and along with it, a bead of sweat. Thankfully, the other boys were deep into a conversation- planning their next moves to practice, who'd be having what for dinner, and other things that Kageyama's head couldn't fit in his mind, when his body was laser-focused on the girl in front of him. Kageyama tried to fumble out an apology, embarrassed and ashamed at his body's reaction to his upperclassman manager, but the girl shushed him with a gentle coo.

   “You don't have to apologize to me honey, you're alright~ Besides.” The girl stood up, relief flooding over Kageyama instantly. “I think you're cute like this!~”

   Kageyama cringed, her comment brought attention from some of the others.

   “Huh??? Kageyama?? Cute?!!” Hinata jumped up into the space between the girl and boy. “Since when?!!?!” He demanded, puffing out his cheeks almost in a manor of jealousy. Kageyama wanted to kick the boy, shove and shout at him for insulting him, but found that he was still glued to his chair, afraid to move a muscle and have someone noticed his little problem trying to force its way up.

   “Since, like, ever! But don't worry, you're cute too pookie-pie~” Y/n brought out the worst of her attacks, the comment embarrasses anyone it reaches just from the sheer force of how aunty-at-a-family-reunion it is. From behind her, Tsukishima snickered. Hinata shrunk away from Y/n, smiling very shakily.

   “O-Oh..” Was all he could manage.

   Finally, Kageyama stood up, his problem tamed for the moment. He took the opportunity and bowed to his upperclassman crush.

   “Thank you for the compliments Y-Y/n-san.” With that, he excused himself and staggered off, making awkwardly cautious strides to the bathrooms. He didn't know until it was too late, but Y/n was following him.

   At the doors of the bathroom, he finally noticed the girl shadowing his footsteps. Kageyama looked at her like a deer in the headlights, and gulped.

   “U-Um, I'll be back in a minute Y/n, I just have to pee.”

   Y/n cracked an amused grin, this boy really doesn't know how to talk to girls.

   “One sec, Kageyama. I wanted to talk to you privately.”

   “I-if this is about-”

   “It's not, well it is, but not completely.” Y/n rested her back against the brick wall of the hallway, looking at Kageyama with an air of cool confidence, despite internally very anxious for what she was going to say next. “Listen, if... If I make you like, super uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I just think you, all you first years, are really cute and stuff..” Y/n palmed the back of her neck, feeling the heat off her own body. “Especially you. I like you a lot, Tobio. Haha.”

   When Y/n looked up at the first year, she wasn't expecting the deadpanned expression he was giving her. It gave her a moment of panic, but soon relaxed her body, knowing this was just... How he tended to look.

   “You like me?” Kageyama whispered, testing out the sentence quizzically.

   “Well, yeah. And trust me-” Y/n's arms went up in the air defensively. “I know you're super busy and focused on volleyball. I get that you aren't exactly super available for dating and stuff, and I'm okay with that. But like, I dunno... If you wanna... Maybe we could give it a shot-”

   “Yes.”

   A stark, sudden answer. Y/n needed only a few seconds to register the blunt honesty in his reply.

   “Wait, really?” She laughed, pleased but also amused by his sudden energy.

   “Yes. I'd like to date you, Y-Y/n-san.” Kageyama nodded his head quickly, blush covering his face to his ears.

   “Well, then.. I hope your gym shorts are ready, cause if we're gonna start dating, there's gonna be a looooot more action going on in there~!” Too casual. Kageyama thought, watching his now date skip swiftly back to the gym, leaving him there flustered up and processing everything that had just happened.

   When Y/n reached the gym doors, she placed her hands on them and gave one last glance at Kageyama, only to fight the urge to crack up laughing.

   He was staring down at his dick in absolute pure wonder.