#so is there even any really point? just for that slight alleviation? idk man

[vanishingmoments]

i still don't know if i want to settle for an Associates or not

[sugar-omi]

Professor Holden, who teaches marine biology and gets just so excited about the material. He stands too close to you sometimes when you stay after class to ask him about some part of his lecture, but it's just because he's passionate about the material, right?

Professor Holden takes some students to the aquarium one evening for a more hands-on lesson. It's crowded though, lots of people milling around to see all the animals, and your group gets a little separated. You find yourself at the edge of a large open pool, watching sting rays swim, sometimes close enough for patrons to touch.

Suddenly you sense someone behind you, then you feel a hard, warm body pressed against you. You start to turn, but before you can, you hear a familiar voice -- it's Professor Holden, and you see his strong, tattooed arm come out at your side to point to the water. He's telling you all about the sting rays, about their natural habitat and the different types, but all you can feel is his hot breath on your neck, and all you could think about is how your professor should absolutely, positively NOT be making you feel this way HI SORRY JUST PROFESSOR STUFF BYYYYE

JUST DROP A BOMB AND LEAVE WHY DONT YA?? OMG????

idk about yall, but my head would fucking swim.

the area is crowded, people moving all around you. so of course he comes up from behind you, he's tall enough to see over you but if he knew how much his big body, warm and solid and true, was affecting you, he wouldn't do it.

or at least, he wouldn't do it with the intention of telling you about sting rays and a bunch of fun facts that you are not listening to because your eyes are stuck on his long, sexy, strong fingers and veiny hands.

even though the waves of his sleeve is pretty, you can see the cords of muscle in his arms. he's not the most muscular guy you've seen, but if he was any bigger, you'd either get the ick or your pants would be frighteningly sticky...

and his voice. oh his fucking voice when he's this close...

his voice is light, and happy, but he's still a man and you can hear the slight rasp of his voice, and when he leans into your body, not realizing that he's forcing you to lean forward too so he can point at a different stingray that's pregnant and starts telling you something about how some stingrays lay eggs, and others carrying the eggs until term. but your immediate thought is that he could do that to you if you two were stingrays, instead of student/teacher who unfortunately have to maintain decorum instead of fucking like animals.

are you joking? yeah. are you losing your mind over him a little too much and you can already hear your friends making fun of you or giving you a look once they hear the thoughts going through your head? also yes.

but with his body this close to you, his voice purring right in your ear.. his arms caging you in, albeit on accident. he's just trying to purchase himself as he tells you all these interesting facts. it'd be bad if you two fell in after all.

oh and when the smell of his shampoo and cologne hits you... it's almost euphoric.

really, you should not be this desperate over your teacher. it's not even about the rules, it's that it's stupid how this man is consuming your thoughts and sending alarm bells all throughout your body, begging for him to have you, for you to have him.

your body is damn near screaming at you to push this man down and- you won't finish that thought.... you also won't even entertain the thought of what position professor holden would take...

would he wanna be on top, would he be rough or soft, take his time with you.. or would he want you on top, alleviating all his stress after a long day of teaching....

no. it's a thought you will not consider. not even a bit! you have restraint, and you will use it!

as long as he stops looking at you like that, stars in his eyes and a smile as he eagerly awaits your response to the mass of information he dumped on you...

but his eyes are as blue as the stingray's swimming pool, and they're deeper than you've ever realized, that you're sure you'd drown in his gaze...

yeah no, you're fucked. you re so fucked...

[burnedbyshoto]

Congrats on 200+ followers!!! You deserve it!!!!!!!! Can you please do a bakugo or todoroki angst and smut where it’s a villain au and the reader finds out??? Idk I had a dream about it and I immediately thought of you because I know that you’re the perfect person!!! Sorry if it’s not detailed enough Also ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

villain!todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, smut, cursing, villain shouto

word count: 4,437

a/n: oh man, this was supposed to come out with a bakugou part as well because i have no self control and wrote them both. i haven’t quite finished bakugou because i am still adjusting to this new life schedule I have (and my roommate has me sleeping before my crackhead hours so i’ve been writing a lot less, but it will come out i promise!!!) anyways this is kinky public sex. like 100% straight up. i’m a bit nervous if you guys don’t like the smut but it’s the best i can do LMAO enjoy!!! also i dont really know if there was an actual villain au so i made it my own...with inspiration from horikoshi

Life was hard as a normal civilian.

To be quite honest you were mad that you weren’t blessed with some amazing quirk so you could be a hero. Instead, you had to be successful elsewhere. So you were a second-year university student with a quirk that allowed you to see probability in everything. Which, don’t get it wrong, helped you with multiple-choice tests, but besides the occasional better route to places, it wasn’t that extraordinary. 

Your boyfriend, however, was a hero, and a massively successful hero at that too! With only his hero debut two years ago he was currently the number three hero on the Hero Billboard Charts, it was insane. To be quite honest, you had met him during his debut when you had nearly died because of a villain. It had traumatized you.

You had already despised villains with all your being before that incident.

You had been in an eerily similar situation when you were younger when a villain swept you off the street and held you hostage on the tallest building of Japan. Since that moment, you were sincerely against every and all villains, none of them could be excused in your eyes. Nothing they did in the act of violence was justifiable.

But again, you guessed that the entire morality of people truly changed when people could suddenly do things that normally should not be possible. For instance, one of your classmates could physically remove his eyeballs from his eyesockets as part of his quirk and it made zero sense to you. It was a great party trick, but a terrible quirk.

You felt your hands shake slightly, a wave of dizziness hitting you as you finished walking up the hill. A few years ago, you had started suffering from anemia, your red blood count had taken a deficit hit and no one could explain why. Doctors had seen you countless amounts of times, but no one could explain to you why your blood had suddenly taken a hit. They had run tests, even going as far as culturing your cells in a lab in an attempt to find a solution, but everything was normal. So it left both the scientists and you stumped. Reaching into your backpack, you removed your daily pills to alleviate most of your symptoms and swallowed them before continuing on your way.

You walked up the stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a simple three-bedroom, with a two-bath apartment that he paid for with his earnings. “I’m home.” You call out, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you dropped your books onto the ground, trading your shoes for some slippers before walking into the common space where Shouto sat in his casual clothes.

“Hi, there,” Shouto greeted you as you groaned softly, trudging over to where he lay, and collapsed onto his lap, “Long day?” He asked, his fingers massaging your scalp softly.

“I had to sit throughout the worst lecture of all lectures because in my philosophy class we were discussing if ‘villains deserved to have second chances after inflicting damage on civilians.’“ You mutter into your boyfriend’s neck as he holds you gently in his arms.

“And your position?” Shouto asked, although already knowing your answer.

“They don’t, if heroes can’t get away with hurting other people without licenses, why in the world would I expect any less for criminals.” You say in a defeated voice as you remember most people in your class hadn’t agreed with your viewpoint. 

“What about if they’re inflicting damage because they got caught and didn’t see any other way out?” Shouto asked, picking away at your thought and you groaned again.

“Instead of being my incredible stupid smart boyfriend, can you just agree with me? Everyone already said everything you could think of and I’m sad.” You pout trying your best to disappear within your boyfriend’s arms. A small chuckle vibrates through your boyfriend’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face as he places a kiss on your head. He was the best.

You found yourself later that night collapsed onto your shared bed, your face buried in the pillow as you longed for the next day to come. You had no classes the following day, and with Shouto having–at least so far–an open day, the two of you planned on making it a 24 hour date day. You trailed your tired gaze over to Shouto who was standing by the doorframe, his eyes concentrated on his phone, a very stiff and angry look on his face.

“Everything okay?” You ask, your voice muffled with the pillows as you watched Shouto typing away, his attention not on you in the slightest.

“Yeah…” Shouto trailed off, his face set in a small scowl as he turned off his phone screen and walked over to the bed, “The office called in, they made a stupid mistake that I need to… fix.”

You sighed softly, his office was always messing things up and you thought it was very unprofessional of them.

“Hopefully they’ll be able to work it out tonight without you, come on and sleep Shoucchan,” You yawn as your boyfriend comes to lay in your arms. “Just sleep.” You encourage.

“Okay…” Shouto nods his head as he wraps his arms around you as well, and you feel warm as sleep takes over you in the best of ways.

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You woke up to an empty bed, your eyes looking over at the clock on Shouto’s bed-side that read four in the morning, and you were confused. Where was he?

You sat up and quietly walked to the bathroom, but found it empty and it made you even more disoriented, where was he?

There was a low growl, almost a snarl like snap coming from the living room, and you walked over quietly to see Shouto sitting down on your couch, surrounded by villains. Villains you recognized as the ones on Shouto’s debut.

His back was to you, the villains not even the slightest bit aware of your presence as Shouto spoke.

“How the hell, could you mess this up? Again?!” His voice is low, angry, a whole new tone to it, and it was something you had never imagined you could ever hear from your boyfriend. “I supply you with so much blood, and you can’t even produce what I need you to achieve?”

Your breathing slightly quickened as you stilled in the hallway, disappearing back into the shadows.

“I have been taking y/n’s blood for years, and you’re still unable to come up with a resolution. It’s making it seem unusual to me, you aren’t deluding me, are you?” Shouto’s voice echoes through your mind as a choking breath escapes your lips, and you panic as the pleading voices of your boyfriend’s company subsides.

You turn on your heel, running back into the room, slamming the door. 

Your breathing was staggered, your fingers trembling as you heard footsteps in the hallway. “I’ll deal with you later,” Shouto’s voice speaks, “Get out before you can’t.”

You didn’t know who he was talking to at this point, and despite being in only your sleepwear, you ran to the fire-escape of your room and left the house. The sound of the doorknob opening almost screaming through your ears.

You climbed down the ladder as fast as you could, uncaring of the shooting pain going through your feet. Your heart clenching at the revelation of what was being kept from you.

You ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Eventually, you found yourself collapsing in the middle of the street as tears fell down your cheeks, what the hell was happening?

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Your head rose up from your childhood bed weeks later, it had been three weeks since you had last seen Shouto. Three weeks later and your anemic symptoms had all disappeared. Three weeks later and Pro-Hero: Shouto was still a name people loved. Three weeks later and not a single word or encounter with villains or your boyfriend and you weren’t really sure what you were expecting.

Everything just felt entirely wrong.

You still had feelings for Shouto.

Your feelings towards villains hadn’t changed though.

You now hated Shouto.

But you still loved him.

You missed him.

You resented him.

He had violated your body, for your blood, something you couldn’t comprehend as to why. Was everything between the two of you fake? Something created to obtain your blood?

Was everything a deception?

You walked aimlessly to university, your usual friendly personality had been scuffed to death at the moment, and you ignored the hello’s that still came your way. You sat down in your philosophy class later that day staring out the window, uncaring of the lecture that was taking place on the ethical and moral dilemmas that had resurfaced with the introduction of quirks and how even today it was in place. 

Your eyebrows scrunched as you saw a figure in the alley behind the building move into the sunlight, and your face muscles tightened as you saw Shouto standing there. Wearing casual clothing, staring right back at you as if he knew it was you looking at him.

You watched in slight horror as he picked up his phone as if he was signaling something to you, and a small buzz alarmed you of a text notification.

shouto: come here

You felt your blood chill slightly at those words. Why was he finally reaching out towards you? You knew that he knew that you remembered his dark secret. Despite having this information you weren’t going to be telling anyone, especially not anytime soon.

Your hands shook as if you were suddenly anemic again as you quickly grabbed your backpack and left the classroom, ignoring the curious gazes on your figure as the door closed behind you.

What the hell were you thinking? Why were you listening to him? He didn’t deserve to speak to you, and what if it was going to be a threat? You couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if it was a threat. You would cry for sure, but god, you craved seeing him.

Without even fully realizing it, you found yourself stepping into the alleyway where Shouto was hidden in the shadows by himself. Your fingers tingled with uneasiness as you subconsciously moved your arms to shield yourself from him.

Shouto watched you from his position against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulder leaning against the bricks.

God why did you meet him in this alleyway, it was a secluded area on campus already, and if he decided to kill you no one would find your body for weeks.

You begin to mentally panic as you tried to figure out a way to get out of the trap you just walked into. 

“What do you want?” You whisper softly, refusing to look at him directly and you watched as Shouto’s feet shifted as he readjusted his stance.

“I think that’s what I am supposed to be asking,” Shouto’s voice speaks to you, but it seems sharper, so foreign to you, not the man you love.

You moved your gaze to look directly at Shouto who was staring at you, almost curiously, as if you were a subject he was analyzing.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You defiantly assert your facial features set in stone as you refused to let him read any emotion that was racing through your mind.

“Hm, well,” Shouto smirks softly as he takes a step closer to you, and you automatically take a step backward. “You wanna know why I lied about my profession.” His tone suggests that he’s guessing, but you knew he could read you like a book.

A noise struggles in your throat as you refuse to acknowledge his questions.

“Simple. Being a hero is bullshit, what’s the point in being a savior to undeserving people who merited the actions of the everyday villains. It seems wrong, you would never understand, y/n, but that’s okay. Besides, there’s something so liberating doing things that aren’t… expected of you.” Shouto’s voice almost taunts you as your eyes narrow slightly as he takes another step towards you, and instinctually, you step back.

“What else would the opinionated y/n have?” Shouto says as he brushes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, their piercing colors drilling holes into your soul. “Your blood, huh? Now that is something you’ll just love. You see, your probability quirk is amazingly powerful, did you know that? The number of scenarios you can use it is unlimited with the ability to be correct ninety-nine out of a hundred times. Your quirk is good luck, and you were an idiot for never noticing it.”

Now that hit a nerve, and your lip trembled the ever so slightest as an aloof chuckle leaves Shouto’s mouth, another step forward for him, and another step backward for you.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” Shouto smirks again then a sigh leaves his lips, “You had amazing potential, my love, but your anxiety just kept you from achieving everything. So yes, I did seek you out intentionally for your quirk, but you had this fear that I could never get you over, so I had to get your blood in an… artistic way, you can say.” 

You felt like you were suffocating when your back hits the wall, but you don’t react to the feeling of the harsh brick against your back as you concentrate on the man you don’t recognize in front of you. “But of course, why did I need it?” Shouto clicks his tongue as a hand comes to press against the wall next to you, trapping you. “It will act as the ultimate judgment for every person in the world, and we needed a lot, but it turns out I had a vermin in my midst, that’s why it took so long.”

He traces a finger against your face and everything he says slams into you. Maybe you didn’t know Shouto as well as you thought you did, you were in love with a villain after all, but there was something so artificial in his words that after months of feeling numb anger flared within you. You can feel nothing but anger and hatred seeping through you towards this man before you.

“You can’t possibly think you’re superior enough to enact judgment on everyone, because of what? You save a few bad civilians?!” You spat at him finally feeling emotions and energy run through your body as your hands come up to shove Shouto’s shoulders with unknown strength and he staggers back. “Are you fucking kidding me, Shouto?!”

Your face scrunches as he takes a step backward, and now you’re on the attack. “Are you some fucking idiot? You think you can act like my boyfriend for two years and expect me not to pick up personality traits of your own? I can practically smell the anxiety from your body, you dick!” You storm as you shove Shouto again. “Your words are too pretty, too fucking rehearsed, dumbass, you’re a leader by action, you idiot, not by words! God, is someone fucking feeding you that little speech?! You’re a fucking villain, not some martyr, so you can shut the fuck up, and go feed your feeble-minded words to assholes who believe that they are the ones to shape the world! Go tell this sob story to the world, how about to your mom, let’s see how many people fucking agree with you then, Todoroki.”

You feel as if your blood is on fire as you have Shouto up onto the wall, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened in shock. Your breathing is harsh, fast, panting, as your eyes glare into Shouto’s eyes that are quickly turning from shock to anger to lust. You don’t even know what’s happening to you until you feel your hands grab the collar of his shirt and slam your lips against his own.

Your lips connect with his lips at every touch in a hard fashion. Your fingers fisted into his shirt as you slam your taller boyfriend–was he even your boyfriend–into the wall. You’re intensely aware of his fingers gripping your hips as your bodies came to be mangled onto each other, leaving no room between your two bodies as you continued this angry kiss.

You felt as Shouto let out a low growl, his weight shifting and he shoved you against the wall. His hands moving from your hips to cup the bottom of you ass, roughly grinding his crotch against yours, and fury went through your body. 

Why did he have to fuck this all up for the two of you?

The kiss was getting sloppy, your teeth clashing too often, breathless heaves panted into each other’s mouths as your tongue slipped into Shouto’s mouth. You defiantly press your tongue against him, not allowing him the victory of entering your mouth as your hands leave your grip from his shirt to grasp onto his hair, tugging on it sharply that makes Shouto let out a tantalizing moan. This wasn’t fair to Shouto, you knew that’s how he saw it, and just as you guessed, he moves his hands to better grasp your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. His hands removing yours from his hair to slam them up against the wall.

A pained but lustful moan escapes your lips from this action, and you rock your hips painfully slow against Shouto’s crotch and sigh in victory as Shouto removes his lips from yours, “F-Fuck,” Shouto curses, his grip on your hands lessening slightly, and your eyes crack open to see Shouto’s head thrown back, and a mewl leaves your lips at the sight of your man stuttering because of you.

It doesn’t last long as suddenly, Shouto’s lips are back on you, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses trailing down your neck, his teeth biting down almost animalistically with every other kiss, but fuck does it make your toes curl. “Yes,” you praise the man between your legs as you roll your hips against Shouto’s in a way of retribution, and the lust and fury of Shouto’s eyes are connected with yours.

You gasp breathlessly as Shouto’s hot tongue licks slowly between the cleavage of your breasts, combined with the harsh tug of your hair sends your head snapping back, “Fuck you,” You spat, angry with yourself that he knew exactly how to please you in the best way.

“I plan on making you do that for me,” Shouto growls lowly, as you slam your lips back onto his own. 

A muffled cry leaves your lips as you feel his hands go under your shirt and massages your breast harshly through your bra, “Don’t you dare fucking think that this is going to make things okay.” You snap as you grab Shouto’s hands increasing the strength on his already harsh grip on your breasts.

“I didn’t.” Shouto laughs as his head goes under your shirt, and you can only wait helplessly as you feel your bra unclasp and a harsh roll of your nipples between his fingers sends you through another moan. You feel anger resurge through your body as you can feel the victorious smirk on his lips as he bites the sensitive underside of your breast.

With your hips still rolling away on his own crotch, you don’t hesitate as you blindly unbuckle the belt on Shouto’s pants and slip your hand through the waistline, your hand seizing the base of his cock. You hear a hiss from Shouto, and you almost laugh in manically glee of making the man you shouldn’t want tremble. 

“You’re a bitch.” Shouto gasps as he removes himself from your breasts, and goes to press wild, uncontrolled kisses onto your lips. And the coil in your stomach is tightening as he jerks against your pumping hand and rolling hips.

“And you’re a coward.” You hiss as Shouto drops you to the ground, your legs wobbly from the uncontrollable emotions you had long submitted to, the pool of heat in your underwear only seeming to intensify as Shouto slams your stomach into the wall.

“Now, are you going to behave correctly to the big bad villain who has you trapped?” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth biting softly onto your earlobe, shoots of tingles resonating through your body as you feel his hand move from your waist to your inner thighs, too close for comfort, not close enough for the relief you desperately sought. 

“You’d be a bigger idiot if you thought I would simply submit.” You breathlessly reply as his fingers trailed up higher, and your hips rolled slightly as his fingers touched between your legs deliciously soft, and you fought another mewl leaving your mouth.

“Ah, don’t stop yourself from making sound,” Shouto grinned against your neck, “Tell the world how much you hate me.”

You could only pant as Shouto’s hand unbuttoned your shorts and let them drop to the ground as his fingers went inside your panties, and brushed against the hood of your clit, “Fuck off,” You repeat as soundless moans leave your lips, your head thrown back again as his fingers slip into your opening, slowly moving as his other hand goes to tease your clit in a way that causes you to bite onto your tongue to contain the pleasure-filled scream ready to leave your mouth.

“Do you want me?” Shouto breathes harshly against your neck as he ground his hard pelvis into your ass, and you could only nod your head as his fingers pumped into you. The heat in your stomach only grow as the coil in you felt tighter as both the pumping and teasing intensified, “Fuck, love, aren’t you just fucking wet as always.”

You let out an exasperated cry as his fingers leave your dripping sex, and you can only watch with hooded eyes as Shouto brings his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking your juices off his fingers. “Fuck me with the same passion you have in hating me,” Shouto whispers as he twists your neck to kiss you in this twisted position, and you moan as you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and before you can even savor the feeling of his tongue on yours, his jeans are bunched by his knees, and you’re completely bent over, your underwear joining your shorts on the floor.

“You want this, you want me?” Shout asks again his voice almost a growl, his facial features intense as he drops his own underwear and is stroking his already pre-cum leaking cock. 

“I swear to god, Todoroki,” You hiss staring at the man who had your heart seem almost unsure of what was the right thing to do, “If you don’t finish what I started, I will never forgive you.”

That’s all it takes, and the uncertainty in Shouto’s mind is made up and all you could do is let out strings of curses as he slams into you from behind in one quick movement. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Shouto groans as you pant, your hands shake against the wall, god did his dick in you send you to another planet.

“Fucking move already, pussy.” You snarl and smirk as Shouto takes it as a challenge as starts thrusting his hips, ready to kill any doubt you had in your mind.

And then you could do nothing but scream out encouragement as Shouto’s hips slam into yours, harshly, at speeds you never envisioned the two of you reaching before.

Every thrust sent you grasping for support on the brick wall as he continued thrusting into you, his fingers gripping you waist as curses leave his lips.

Your jaw drops and a shrill gasp leaves your mouth as the coil in you tightens significantly at a certain angle he comes in, “Like that?” Shouto laughs although you could hear no humor in his voice as he comes in at that angle again, and you can barely control the sob of pleasure that rips out of your mouth.

“Sh-Shouto!” You arch your back and despite the position, Shouto is edging, you can feel the tremble in his thighs, his tell when he was almost over the edge. “Fuck me, faster!”

Shouto doesn’t disappoint you as you feel his hands grasp your hair and he snakes a hand back to your clit, and you find yourself clenching your eyes in concentration, trying not to satisfy him with cumming first.

You smiled in victory as shuddering gasps left Shouto’s lips as you felt his thrusts progressively missing his usual targets, and with a drawn-out groan from him, you felt him cum in you, and you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over your shoulder and saw Shouto’s face filled with relief.

His hips stilled for moments, but your own hips didn’t stop, and another string of curses left Shouto’s mouth as he focused distractedly on your own orgasm. His body rocked into yours, and your hips met him in every motion, your lip trembling as his fingers danced against your clit.

The coil in your heat tightened and tightened, and when he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your clit, the coil snapped and you could only see white as an immeasurable amount of pleasure ripped through you, and a scream sagged through your body as you came undone.

You whined as you felt him exit you, and you slowly straightened back up, you felt uncomfortably sore. Quietness filled the alleyway as the two of your straightened out your outfits turning towards each other, then you locked eyes, and it finally hit you. This was goodbye.

Your breathing staggered as Shouto’s lips were on yours again, and you feel overwhelmed. Your fists are clenched on his chest, his fingers hooked onto your belt loops. Your brows are brought together, and you can tell both of your jaws are clenched. It almost felt like a magnetic pull between you two, but you had to deny it. So you shift so that your foreheads press together, your lips just brushing, just barely, so faintly touching until you pull away completely with a shaking exhale, your forehead dropping into Shouto’s neck.

“I am in love with you, but I can’t love you knowing what you are.” You whisper as you break away, grabbing your bag and leaving Shouto alone in the alley, wiping tears that inevitably fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

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[stephicness]

How would Ravus meet and fall for a socially awkward s/o? Like they aren't strikingly beautiful or very outgoing and avoid working with public (so they work like in a lab or something) and would most likely be found at home, a library or chilling with the birds at a chocobo ranch? I think he'd go along with an s/o like that pretty well but how would they actually meet and stuff?? Maybe through Luna? Idk man, can you throw ideas at me? Thanks a lot, love your writing! 😉

Hm… Here’s a story for ya, dear anon~ :D Not in exact details, but it was fun to write their first meeting together. Shoot me a message again maybe, and I can write more of these two for you~ Maybe in more headcanons and stuff.

The Date Of Fate That You Can Relate… To – Ravus Nox Fleuret x The Socially-Awkward Cutie

He hated it. Hated thenotion that he had to dress in something so… So casual. Insteadof wearing his white uniform coat, he had to wear a black- dress shirt that wasfar too tight for him that Ignis had to loan to him (which unfortunately nowhad a torn up sleeve that Ignis reluctantly had to ‘gift’ to Ravus instead).Instead of his greaves, he wore black dress pants (again, that were Ignis’s)that felt as if they were threatening to split him in two. And worst of all, totop off his outfit, he had to have this hideous cactuar tie on, because Promptowas insistent that a tie would top off the date night outfit. It was awful,Ravus thought to himself, and he really didn’t want to have to dress this way.

And in public either. He sat there in amidst the diner,fingers tapping slowly against the table as his eyes surveyed the busy diner.For a place in the middle of nowhere, Hammerhead certainly was rather active.But then again, the diner was the only place where any sort of life could stir inthe middle of this dusty Astral-forsaken desert. But of all places to be, hehad to be here. In Hammerhead. Collecting dust as he waited. And waited. And waited.

Perhaps this situation was a mistake, with the othersdeciding to pull this awful antic on him to come out here in such ridiculousattire to spend all night waiting about in this terrible excuse of a restaurant.And for what? A date. Yes, a date. It was a blind set up, and one where Ravushad no real intentions of going to. But it was the guilt card the eventuallygot him to consider. ‘What if they show up and see that you aren’t there?’Ravus was immediately ridden with guilt, for it was too often than he too founddisappointment in his life. But it seemed like now, disappointment was hiscompany rather than theirs.

He let out a sigh, leaning back in his place in the boothas he looked down at the menu. Well… At least he could order something beforehe returned back to the haven. He waved down the waitress, pointing absent-mindedlyat the toast and syrup (Tenebraen toast or something…? He forgot what it wascalled) before he leaned back in his seat with a frown on his face. A wonderful night. Just wonderful…

His eyes wandered up as he felt a pair of eyes hadfixated themselves on him. Just in time to catch them quickly look towards thewindow. Far from subtle, especially as Ravus saw them give a sideward glanceback before they jolted and looked down. Ravus arched an eyebrow as he watchedthem quickly take up the menu and stare down at it. Far too long on the samepage, Ravus observed. But when he noticed that they began to slowly look up atRavus, he finally realized that he too had been staring for too long. Shit. Ravus didn’t have a menu to hidebehind, so he had to improvise by hiding behind his hand as if shielding hisface.

Ravus worked up the courage to glance beyond his hand ashe heard a small laugh come from the person in the booth in front of him,though when he looked, they had hidden away once again. Not for long, itseemed, for a pair of bright eyes slowly began to peek from over the top of themenu again. The two were quiet, staring for a good long moment at each otherbefore they realized just how weird it was to stare at each other. Ravusglanced towards the window and the stranger glanced down at the menu.

“…Is there something on my face?”

“Excuse me?” The stranger looked up from the menu afterthey heard Ravus address them. They certainly weren’t the most extravagant,Ravus thought to himself, and quite frankly, he felt overdressed. And to thinkhe thought of himself as a casual dresser. He had to press his lips together,however, as he noticed the stranger stare for a long moment before their eyeswidened as their hands shot up in a defensive manner. “Oh, no! I was…! I wasjust…!” They had to clear their voice as a crack shot broken through theirwords. “It’s just… You looked really upset, so I was wondering if, um… You wereokay?”

Ravus gave a small nod, a sigh escaping from him as hesat upright in a more proper manner. “I suppose I am well. Just complicationsin my plans.” They gave a small nod, lacing their fingers together to create awall to hide their twiddling thumbs. Ravus tilted his head at them and archedan eyebrow. “And what of you? Do you normally come here alone and stare atpeople as they sulk?”

“O-Oh no! I, um…” They reached up and scratched theircheek with their index finger. “I, um… I was stood up, so here I am.”

“I’m… Sorry to hear that,” Ravus replied. He found hisexpression softening as he watched the stranger hang their head. It wasembarrassing… For the both of them – both stood up tonight. But for somereason, it was a nice thought to know that Ravus wasn’t the only one to feellonely tonight. At least the night was a lot less lonely with the strangerrelating to him in this instance.

He returned back to attention as the waitress returned,setting the toast and syrup down in front of him and walking away. The idea ofhaving to eat alone was odd… Especially when he knew that this stranger in the boothover had the tendency to stare. Perhaps the awkwardness could be alleviated andthe loneliness spared for the night… Ravus hummed to himself before he gesturedto the seat across from him.

“If you like, I can be your date tonight. Consideringthat my plans seemed to have fallen through as well.” Ravus wasn’t expectingthe brightening gaze that spread across the stranger’s face. For a momentthere, it looked as if they were going to cry from his words. Cute… Ravus hadto clear his throat to cease the slight heat that went over his cheeks,watching as their eyes had brightened, but their posture slouched.

“No… It’s fine. I don’t wanna disturb you as you’reeating.”

“You are not disturbing me. I would enjoy some company,in all actuality.” Ravus’s lips curled slightly in a faint smile as he gesturedonce again. “My offer still stands. Perhaps you may take a closer look atmyself, rather than hiding behind your menu and taking a glimpse from afar.”

They found their cheeks flaring with a red color, andthey had to press their hands to their cheeks before they covered their facewith their hands. Perhaps… Ravus shouldn’t have said such a thing. And yet, thesmile that he saw appear from behind their hands caused the commander’s cheeksto redden as well. Well then… Hewatched carefully as they began to collect their things, standing up from theirbooth and going over to the seat across from Ravus. He looked at the personagain, eying the sneakers they wore and the messenger bag that hung from their shoulder.Yes… Ravus was definitelyover-dressed. But nevertheless, he gave a small nod to allow them to sit acrossfrom him. He reached out to them, holding out his hand as Ravus tilted hishead. “My name is Ravus, by the way. Ravus Nox Fleuret.”

They stared at the hand for a moment, adjusting theirglasses before they smiled and took his hand in return.

“Hey~ There’s Rae! You’re back late.” The commanderraised an eyebrow at the quartet of boys as he hiked up the rocks to the haventop. Surprising to see them all still awake, seeing how Ignis was adamant abouthow they were all to sleep by midnight. Yet there they all were, with ratherdumb expressions over their faces as if eager to see Ravus. The commander’seyes narrowed suspiciously before he tossed the cactuar tie over to theblond-haired young man and began to (literally) tear the shirt from himself toredress into something more comfortable. Prompto grinned and looked over hisshoulder to Ravus. “Well? How’d it go?”

“They never arrived, unfortunately.”

A silence settled between all of them before Igniswhispered a bit too loudly. “Did they really desert him…?”

“No. They told me that they were there!” Prompto reachedinto his pocket, pulling out his phone to look down at the text messages. “Yeah.See? Told me that you never showedup.”

“Impossible. I was there. I even ordered the toast andsyrup like you were so adamant in suggesting to me.” Ravus rubbed his shoulderas he detached his Magitek arm. Like a literal weight off his shoulder. “Iwaited there for a good hour until I asked another poor soul to dine with me.Apparently, they too were stood up on their date.” He sighed and walked over tosit with the others, crossing his legs over one another as he propped his headup on his knuckles. “Despite the complications, it was not a terrible evening.”

“So you got another date after your date blew you off?”Noctis couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back in hisseat. “Man, Ravus. You really know how to charm them.”

The commander grunted in response. “They were pleasant totalk to, we managed to cease the stammering. Remarkably, they were reallyenthusiastic about writing as well, promising to one day show me theirwritings.”

“So like a second date?” Gladio arched an eyebrow atRavus, who merely nodded in response. “Wow… To think a beanpole like you canactually keep a date.”

Ravus scoffed as he shifted in his place to pull out hiscellphone. A few taps on his keyboard, and he tossed his phone to Prompto as herose from his place. “Take a glance if you need proof of my endeavors. I amgoing to retire for the evening now. Good evening, gentleman.” He bowed hishead to them before retreating into the tent.

Not even a second after Prompto had the phone did theothers scurry over to the blond’s side, looking down at the cellphone and the pictureRavus had taken. The person in the image was hiding behind their menu, a brightsmile over their face as the sequence of images showed them trying to hide formthe camera before they had a warm smile in the last image. Prompto tilted hishead before he looked at the others and pointed at the pictures. “Uh… That’sthem. That’s who Ravus was supposed to meet.”

Noctis was a bit quiet as he stared at the pictures, cycling through once, twice, and one more time. “Well… Their smile’s really nice. They gonna be Specs #2 now?”

As the others laughed to thiemselves, Ignis arched an eyebrow, fixing his glasses as he grunteda little bit to himself. “Hm… At least they have great taste in eyewear.”

Gladio scoffed. “Small world though. Kinda sad how dense Ravus was not to know who he was supposed to go on a date with though.”

The others murmured in unison. Well… Whatever made Ravus happy, they guessed.