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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear.

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly.

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon. Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories.

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are.

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you.

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams.

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance. His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls.

"You'll wish that's all that they did."

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase.

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter.

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed.

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin.

Feral incarnate.

He sniffs the air.

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you."

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement.

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him.

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!"

Your purse?

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse?

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush.

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones.

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou.

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine."

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals."

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you.

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his.

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?"

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou.

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight.

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first. Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat.

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds.

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form.

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were.

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds.

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb.

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric.

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway.

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest.

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground.

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully. It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver.

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain.

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas. It was evident your smell seduced them as well.

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe.

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could.

Not that you would.

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats.

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you.

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground.

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move.

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk.

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.

Punishing you for being mortal.

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?"

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you. Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him.

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo.

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin. His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything.

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours.

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other."

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes.

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch.

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot.

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking.

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat. He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice.

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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westiec · 4 years ago

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June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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tsumusamu · 5 years ago

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amortentia ii [miya atsumu x fem!reader]

genre: fluff, mild angst, hogwarts!au, awkward feelings, (fr)enemies to lovers

warnings: slight implied sexual content

words: 8.5k (I KNOWWWW OH MY GOD)

part one / part two (you are here) / part three

content under the cut

It’s been about a month since the detention with Atsumu, and well, you’re doing your best to avoid him like the plague.

You can’t pinpoint the exact reason, however you do have your guesses. Maybe it’s because every time you catch a glimpse of him, your heart gives a tiny jolt of excitement. Maybe it’s because every time you recognize his voice in the halls, your breath hitches in anticipation. Maybe it’s because every time you overhear someone talking about him, you automatically tune in to listen.

You, for lack of better description, absolutely hate it here.

It’s not like Atsumu has been trying to do the same to you. You see him lingering around you as usual, although he has stopped calling you names when he passes you in the halls. Instead, he now opts to make intense, smoldering eye contact with you that never fails to make heat rise to your cheeks, letting the right side of his mouth twitch upwards before suddenly breaking his gaze away and going on his way.

Honestly, you’d rather him call you ‘troll’ for the rest of your life than continue to pull this shit.

At the very least, he’s somewhat been giving you space. Atsumu hasn’t approached you directly since that night, and you’re not exactly making it easy for him to do so, anyway. You've been drowning yourself into your studies more than usual; the prospect of N.E.W.T exams at the end of the year hangs ominously over you throughout your days. You are hoping to get a job in the Office of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry, and to do so, you're expected to achieve top marks. Not only have you been in a serious relationship with your textbooks, but you’ve also surrounded yourself by your friends more than ever, taking extra care to make sure that you’re never wandering the corridors alone or studying in someplace all by yourself. You know you’re being ridiculous; why are you so afraid of being around Atsumu?

Although you’d never admit it out loud, you know you're just scared of facing all of the mixed, conflicting feelings you have for him.

Thankfully, the last few days have been Atsumu-free. You know all the houses are holding Quidditch Trials to form this year’s teams, along with starting up the official training for the year. Since Atsumu is the new Captain of the Slytherin team, he of course is extra busy. You haven’t seen him at all in about three or four days, and it’s a huge relief. Out of sight, out of mind.

Your peace is short-lived.

You’re sitting on the edge of a fountain in the Hogwarts courtyard, engrossed with your Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. You’re well aware that you’re a bit of a nerd, but you can’t care less, not when werewolves are so absolutely fascinating. You are completely unaware that you’ve captured the attention of two Gryffindor fifth-years who are positively ogling you from a few feet away.

“That’s the girl you were telling me about?” The shorter of the pair, a freckled boy called Moore (although you don’t know of his existence) whispers to his partner in crime, another boy named Edwards.

“Yeah, she’s super hot, right?” Edwards sighs in admiration. “(L/N) is her name. A seventh year. Think I have a shot with her?” Moore laughs out-loud.

“No way, she’s far out of your league.” Moore grunts when Edwards elbows him in the stomach.

“Well too bad, I’m taking my chance,” Edwards declares.

“Are you sure someone like her is even single? I mean, how has no one snatched her up yet?" Moore reasons.

“Positive. I’ve been watching her for a while and she doesn’t seem to spend a lot of time with any boy; she mostly studies with her friend Shimizu. Who, by the way, is just as hot. You should ask her out and we could go on double dates,” Edwards suggests with a rather delusional grin.

“So you were stalking her. Loser. You think two seventh years would agree to go out with us?” Moore snorts.

“Nah, I know so. Watch this.” Edwards runs his hand through his short black hair and approaches you with as much confidence and swagger as he possibly can, leaving an exasperated Moore shaking his head, ready to witness his friend’s utter failure.

You still don’t look up from your textbook, not noticing the overconfident fifth year coming towards you. Your thoughts are wandering to where Kiyoko is. She was supposed to meet you here around fifteen minutes ago... oh well, you assume that maybe she got caught up with her Hufflepuff girlfriend, Hitoka Yachi. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Someone clears their throat from directly in front of you, and you finally glance up to see a black-haired boy smiling widely at you. His tie tells you he’s from Gryffindor. You’ve never seen him before. You wonder what he wants from you.

“Hello,” you greet him. “Do you need something?”

“Hey (L/N), babe.” You cringe slightly at the pet name. He pulls out his wand and transfigures a pebble from the fountain into a rose. “The name’s Edwards. Joseph Edwards. I’ve seen you around and I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time in Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“Um...” You blink in confusion as you watch the rose hover next to your hand, and you hesitantly uncurl your fingers from your book to accept it. You figured it would be a bit rude to ignore the kind gesture. But you're tongue-tied and hesitant; this is the first time anyone’s actually asked you out, and you’re not sure how to respond.

“I’ll show you a good time, promise.” Edwards grins charmingly at you, showing off his pearly, white teeth.

The other students in the courtyard have turned their attention towards the two of you, murmuring among themselves.

“No way, someone got the guts to ask out (L/N)?”

"Does he have a death wish?"

“Miya’s gonna kill that dumb little Gryffindor if he finds out...”

“Oh, I didn't know Miya and (L/N) were a couple."

“They're not, but everyone knows they have a thing."

"Poor kid doesn't know what he got himself into."

“Thank you,” you say awkwardly after a few moments of silence. “I’m flattered, really, but — “ You pause when you suddenly see Edwards's brown eyes widen to the size of saucers at the sight of something, or rather someone, behind you. Your eyebrows furrow in a puzzled manner, and you turn around only to see Atsumu Miya himself pointing his wand directly at Edwards with a scathing look on his face.

“So I got the interesting news,” he starts, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, making it very apparent the he doesn't find the situation 'interesting' at all, “That a stupid fifth-year decided to ask out my girl.”

“Your girl?” Both you and Edwards exclaim at the same time, equally confused. Atsumu doesn’t respond for a moment, instead deciding to firmly place one of his strong hands on your shoulder to move you behind him, the other hand still pointing his wand at Edwards. Atsumu takes a few steps closer to Edwards, digging the tip of his wand into the younger boy’s neck.

“Yeah. My girl. What made ya think you could do that?” he hisses.

“W-Well, I didn’t know! And she’s not your girl!” Edwards shoots back, the fear in his eyes reflecting the trembling quality of his voice.

“He’s right, I’m not anyone’s girl.” You step forward and grab Atsumu’s wand-wielding arm. “Miya, leave him alone. He didn’t mean any harm.”

“Ya think so?” Atsumu chuckles humorlessly. He waves his wand, thinking, 'Levicorpus!' Then, in a blink of an eye, Edwards is flung into the air and hung by his foot onto a nearby tree by an invisible rope, a terrified scream leaving the boy’s mouth. Someone who you presume to be his friend, a short and plump black-haired boy, rushes forward and stares helplessly as he watches his friend sway upside down.

“Let him down!” you shout, moving to retrieve your own wand from your robes, but Atsumu stops you.

“Wait just a minute. Trust me, princess.” When you freeze at the sudden term of endearment, Atsumu takes the chance to flick his wand to the right, causing the boy to jerk in the direction. A flask falls from the boy’s robes onto the ground.

“Wait! Stop! I need that!” Edwards yells, but Atsumu ignores him, sauntering past Edwards's petrified friend to pick up the flask. He unstops the flask, briefly sniffing the solution.

“Amortentia, hmm? Where didja get that from? A little fifth year like you couldn’t have brewed it.”

“Not telling!” Edwards huffs rather boldly for someone who’s hanging upside down by the foot.

“Oh?” Atsumu casually flicks his wand, making Edwards start to swing back and forth. The younger boy lets out a series of girlish screams as he is lurched forwards and backwards.

“Got it from Snape! From his classroom!” Edwards confesses through scared wheezes, and Atsumu takes mercy on him and stills the poor boy once again.

“Someone’s been stealin’, I see.” Atsumu smirks triumphantly when Edwards grows even paler. “What would Snape do ta ya if he found out?”

“Please! Don’t tell him!” Edwards squirms and thrashes around.

“This is a serious offense, ya know.” Atsumu lazily twirls the flask around in his hand. “You were tryin’ ta give this to someone. And yer unsuspectin’ upperclassman, no less. This oughtta get ya expelled.”

You’re staring blankly at the scene, in shock that a) your underclassman had tried to sneak you a love potion, b) Atsumu is defending you instead of harassing you for once, and c) you’re actually really grateful to him, despite the questionable way he is dealing with the poor fifth year.

You finally find your resolve to speak again when Edwards looks like he is about to puke, and you would rather not get vomit anywhere near you, thank you very much.

“Let him go," you tell Atsumu as forcefully as you can. You scowl when the tall blonde simply laughs at your order.

“Nah. He deserves this.” Mirth dances in Atsumu's chocolate irises as he watches Edwards's face turn greener and greener.

“Do it or I will." You start to think the countercurse, but Atsumu beats you to it.

'Liberacorpus,' he recites in his head, rather reluctantly. Edwards falls to the ground in a crumpled heap with a thud and a pained yelp, winded but otherwise unharmed. The other students in the courtyard sigh in relief that the whole ordeal is over, and turn their attention away from the scene.

“Please don’t tell Professor Snape,” Edwards begs, his hand hanging low as his friend Moore repeatedly asks if he is alright.

“Where did all that spunk go, kid? Hmm? Ya seemed pretty brave a few moments ago,” Atsumu mocks him.

"Please. Don’t tell!” Edwards repeats in desperation.

“I guess since I’m so kind, I won’t.” Atsumu yawns. “But listen here. If I ever see ya near my girl again, I’ll do worse than hang ya upside down. Much worse.”

“That’s enough, Miya.” You slam your textbook shut and stuff it in your bag. You don’t think Kiyoko is coming, after all. And you also need to get away from Miya before you freak out and do something stupid. You really don’t trust yourself around him right now. “Stop being a jerk.”

“The hell?” Atsumu pauses to glance at you. Edwards and Moore take advantage of his distracted state and scamper away. Atsumu's eyes are swimming with a mixture of irritation, hurt, and confusion. “I just saved ya from that prat. He was gonna give ya a love potion.”

“I could’ve handled myself just fine! You didn’t have to step in like that!” Your eyebrows furrow together.

“I know.”

“And you — wait... what?” Your face un-crumples as you slowly take in his words.

“I know. I jus' got involved ‘cause I was pissed at the kid for thinkin’ that he could give ya a potion. I know ya could’ve taken care of yer own self.” He gives you a crooked grin. “Maybe that’s why I like ya so much, y’know?”

You swear your entire face erupts into flames right then and there. "And... and, I'm not your girl!" you add as a hasty afterthought.

"Not yet," he corrects you, chocolate eyes twinkling with mischief. "You will be, though." You scoff, flicking your gaze away from his to stare fixedly at the ground.

“..H-How did you know? That he was gonna give me that potion?” you stammer out after a moment.

“I had ta stop by old Snape’s classroom earlier this mornin’. I had a bunch of late assignments to turn in.”

“Already? Term started just a month ago,” you interject, but Atsumu ignores your jab.

“...And I saw that kid diggin’ through Snape’s potion storage. The hidden one under his desk. He looked at me all scared and quickly left, and I knew he was up to somethin’.”

“He was lucky Snape didn’t catch him,” you comment, and Atsumu nods in agreement, shivering slightly at the thought of Snape’s wrath.

“I checked to see if he took anythin’ and yup, shelf labeled ‘Love Potions’ was missin’ a flask. Then I was tipped off that someone was botherin’ ya in the courtyard, and when I saw it was the same guy that stole the love potion — yeah, fuck that kid.” You stifle a giggle at his annoyed pout, which you find oddly endearing.

“Thanks, I guess.” You sling your bookbag onto your arm, ready to head back to the common room to rest a bit before dinner. “See you around, Miya.”

“Atsumu. Call me Atsumu.” You decide to humor him, not having the patience to listen to him pester you further at the moment.

“Fine, Atsumu then. Thank you.”

“Any time.” A dorky grin spreads across his face as he says this and you resist the urge to mirror it. You turn to leave, but Atsumu stops you by calling out your name.

“What is it?” The rest of your words die in your throat when Atsumu suddenly brushes his thumb across your cheek, completely catching you off-guard. The warm sensation of touch stains your face bright red again.

“Eyelash,” he informs you simply, before affectionately ruffling your hair and striding away casually like nothing had just happened, a new bounce in his step.

You stand there for a few moments, completely dumbfounded.

You want to slap yourself across the face, hard.

You can’t believe that after all those years of hating Atsumu Miya, you had somehow managed to allow him to weasel his way into a special place in your heart that’s always been there.

And it’s just only now that you’re slowly starting to realize it.

About two weeks later, it’s the day of the first Quidditch match of the season, a game between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The Quidditch stands are piled to their entire capacity with cheering students and teachers alike, red and green filling the area with a sea of varying hues.

You’re sitting high up with Kiyoko and Hitoka (the seats fill up so fast that you hadn’t had a chance to get the best spots), all three of you wearing a red and gold Gryffindor scarf and each waving a banner with a moving, roaring lion on it. It had been a tricky charm to perform, but you think it ended up being worth your efforts. You're rather pleased with your enchantment, as the snarling lion pacing back and forth on the banner looks quite decent, if you can say so yourself.

You normally don’t really go to Quidditch games, and on the rare occasion that you do, it’s to support your own house. You’re not the best flier, so you’d never actually played the game yourself. You don’t mind watching the sport, but you also wouldn’t go out of your way to attend matches. It’s only just because you were bored on this Thursday afternoon, having finished your homework early when Kiyoko and Hitoka had invited you down to the Quidditch pitch with them.

You had agreed; it is the first match of the year, after all.

And well, Atsumu would be playing but you hadn’t thought about that. Not at all.

You haven't talked to him since the incident in the courtyard. You hardly see him around at all, lately. Thanks to some eavesdropping, you learn that the Slytherin Quidditch team has a new Seeker, Tobio Kageyama, and a new Chaser, Tsutomu Goshiki, so the team is busy training them. Atsumu, as the Captain, is likely very occupied with training the new Seeker and Chaser, regardless of how talented Kageyama and Goshiki are rumored to be.

You never imagined that you would miss having Atsumu around, but this is probably the longest time you've gone at school without at least passing him by in the halls. Sometimes you glance out the windows and catch glimpses of his green-clad, piss-haired figure flying around the Quidditch pitch, but that's all you see of him. At least you know he's still alive.

Kiyoko and Hitoka are supporting Gryffindor (since they are friends with some of the members of the team), so you decided to join them in making the banners and accepted the Gryffindor scarf that one of Hitoka’s friends, Shouyou Hinata, lent to you. Though maybe a small part of you wanted to cheer Atsumu on, but you’d rather cut off your foot than say that out loud.

The commentators, two Gryffindor seventh years named Yuu Nishinoya and Ryuunosuke Tanaka, start addressing the audience with their enchanted, booming megaphones.

“Hello, folks! What a lovely day for the first Quidditch match of the year! Are you all excited?” Nishinoya receives a thunderous response from the crowd. You resist the temptation to cover your ears; Merlin’s Beard there are definitely reasons why you don’t attend Quidditch games often.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Tanaka yells at the top of his lungs, even into the megaphone. “Here come the Gryffindors!” The red-and-gold clad players shoot out onto the field, streaking past the audience at top speed, earning even more deafening cheering from Gryffindor’s supporters.

“We have our Seeker, Kourai Hoshiumi!” Nishinoya announces.

“Next, the Chasers! Chikara Ennoshita, Taketora Yamamoto and Shouyou Hinata!”

“The Beaters! Kentarou Kyoutani and Yuutarou Kindaichi!”

“And last but definitely not least, our Keeper and Captain, Sachirou Hirugami!”

Then the green-robed Slytherins arrive on the pitch. They fly out in formation in a flurry of emerald, zipping by just as fast as the Gryffindors had.

Your gaze immediately zeroes in on their leader. Atsumu wears a cool, concentrated expression, devoid of arrogance and smugness like usual. It’s a very unusual look for him, but you can definitely say that it’s a lot less irritating than his normal demeanor.

Your heart traitorously skips a beat as you watch the wind blow through his blonde hair.

“The Slytherins are here!” Ryuunosuke bellows. “Let’s hear the lineup!”

“Their brand-new Seeker, Tobio Kageyama!”

“The three Chasers, Rintarou Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa, and hew recruit Tsutomu Goshiki!”

“Don’t forget their Keeper, Taichi Kawanishi!”

“And finally, their very famous Beaters! Osamu Miya and Slytherin’s new Captain, Atsumu Miya!”

Girlish squeals erupt from all around you, and you notice that several girls sitting near you are waving signs with emerald snakes and the words ‘Go Slytherin!’ emblazoned across them. A few girls even have banners with Atsumu and Osamu’s faces on them. The twins are winking playfully and smiling brightly, and there are green and silver hearts scattered all around them. Ah, yes, members of the Miya Twins Fan Club.

You do your best not to gag.

You watch as Banner-Atsumu continues to wink and grin widely. You have to admire the girl’s efforts in charming the banner. Atsumu’s winking induces the same, nervous knot in your stomach that comes from the real deal.

(You really do hate it here.)

“The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!” Nishinoya continues.

The gray-haired woman known as Madam Hooch opens the trunk of Quidditch balls, staring sternly up at the players. “You all know the rules. I want a nice, clean game!” Madam Hooch, the referee, warns them. “Captains, shake hands!" Atsumu and Hirugami clasp hands and perform a firm handshake. Despite the gesture, the competitive tension between them seems to radiate outwards to swallow the entire Quidditch pitch. For the two of them, this game will be their first matches as captain. Both have something to prove with victory not only to their own House, but to the entire school. "All players at the ready!" With that, Madam Hooch releases all four balls onto the field.

“The match is officially underway! Ennoshita’s got the Quaffle! He passes to Yamamoto — aww, intercepted by Sakusa!”

“There’s one nasty Bludger going towards Kyoutani, oops, he’s sending it right to Sakusa!”

At the very last split second before the Bludger clobbers Sakusa off of his broom, Atsumu speeds in, using his bat to smack the black ball away from the Chaser.

“Saved by Miya!” Tanaka declares, and Slytherin’s supporters shout in approval.

“Sakusa approaches the goal, will he be able to get past Hirugami? Oh! Hirugami's stopped it!” Gryffindor’s fans cry out in victory.

“Hinata’s got the Quaffle!”

“Wow, he’s a fast flier, isn’t he, Ryuu?”

“Sure is, Yuu! Look at him go!”

Hinata is practically an orange, red, and gold blur as he zooms past his opponents, deftly dodging a Bludger aimed at him by Osamu and successfully evading Rintarou as he tried to steal the Quaffle away. Even you, someone who’s not well-versed in Quidditch at all, have to admire his speed.

“Hinata approaches the goal!” In the blink of an eye, Hinata zips around Kawanishi and throws the Quaffle into the right-most hoop. “And he scores!”

The scoreboard is updated. Gryffindor: 10, Slytherin: 0.

The match continues, and while you are having a good time cheering along with Kiyoko and Hitoka, the constant noise is starting to get to you. The never-ending screaming, cheering, and roaring is making your ears ring.

Still, this is the first time you’re watching a match that doesn’t involve your own house. Even though you’re cheering for Gryffindor, you can’t take your eyes off of a certain blonde Slytherin Beater. You have watched Atsumu play before (maybe your attention always wandered to him in the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin games, but you won’t let yourself accept that) but something about him seems different.

In previous matches, he was much more aggressive and petty. You’ve heard so much about him and his notoriety as a Quidditch player. He was and is truly one of the most skilled Beaters at the school (second only to Osamu, who is simply more in control of his strength and strategy. The difference between the two of them is small, though Atsumu would still rather die than admit he is second to his brother). Atsumu’s play style was reckless; brilliant, but reckless.

Now, though, you notice a clear change.

He seems much more focused and calculated than before, with careful and precise movements. But this didn’t make Atsumu any less intimidating. In fact, he is now even more of a force to be reckoned with, as Chasers scramble frantically to get out of the way of a perfectly-aimed Bludger,

You’re not sure what caused this change in his play style. Perhaps it’s the responsibility of becoming Captain. He needs to set a good example, after all. Can’t have your Captain being an out-of-control player.

You’ve lost count of how many times Atsumu makes a Gryffindor Chaser lose contact with the Quaffle, or how many times he causes Hirugami to miss a save to dodge a Bludger, or how many times he smacks threatening Bludgers away from his teammates right before they’re hit.

Although you can’t say you know too much about Quidditch, it’s blatantly obvious to anyone, including you, that Atsumu is an amazing athlete.

“Atsumu-san is so cool,” a girl nearby sighs out dreamily as one of Atsumu’s Bludgers sends Ennoshita flying. Ennoshita recovers quickly, but he drops the Quaffle, which is then caught by Goshiki.

Perhaps you agree.

The score is now Gryffindor: 70 and Slytherin: 80.

“What’s that? Kageyama’s chasing after something!” Tanaka shouts.

“Hoshiumi’s in hot pursuit of him, have they found the Snitch?!” Nishinoya cries.

The two Seekers, red and green streaks on the pitch, are neck-and-neck as they chase after the tiny golden shape flitting at breakneck speed right by their noses. You would’ve missed it if Kiyoko didn’t point it out to you.

The volume in the pitch increases astronomically as both Seekers reach out their hands, pushing at each other at an attempt for a better chance to get the Snitch. You literally can’t tell what’s happening, as Hoshiumi and Kageyama are flying so fast and are obscured by clouds in the sky. The entire crowd holds their breath in anticipation. And then —

“He’s got it!” Nishinoya yells triumphantly.

“Hoshiumi’s caught the Snitch!” Tanaka announces excitedly, and the audience goes wild with a mixture of cheers, groans, and hysterical screaming.

“Gryffindor wins the match against Slytherin, 220 to 80!”

“Yes!” Hitoka pumps her fist in the air and hugs Kiyoko tightly. Kiyoko blushes lightly but hugs her back.

The Slytherin supporters near you visibly deflate, and the girls with the Miya twins banners look especially distraught. One girl tightly presses the banner to her heart, violently sobbing.

“No! Atsumu-san and Osamu-san still did great!” a girl from the group cries.

“Rintarou and Kiyoomi scored so many times!” another groans.

“Tsutomu-kun and Tobio-kun did so well in their first game...” yet another comments sadly.

“And Taichi is such a reliable Keeper!” one more bemoans.

“There’s gonna be an afterparty in the Gryffindor common room!” Hitoka tells you brightly, snatching your attention away from the upset girls. “Want to come?”

You think you’ve had enough noise for one day.

“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer,” you tell her with a small smile. “You two have fun, okay?” You say your goodbyes to Kiyoko and Hitoka, who run off to meet up with their Gryffindor friends Shouyou and Chikara, before exiting the Quidditch pitch.

You’re strolling down a less crowded corridor, planning to stop by the kitchen to ask the house elves for some food (you’ve befriended quite a few of them), but you pause upon hearing a female voice say, “(L/N)-san.”

You turn.

There are four girls, one Slytherin, one Ravenclaw, and two Hufflepuffs. You recognize their faces as the Slytherin supporters; the girls not in Slytherin have taken off the green scarves they were wearing. All wear troubled expressions, and are still tightly clutching their emerald-colored banners.

“You’re (L/N)-san, right?” one of the Hufflepuffs, a girl with black pigtails, asks for confirmation.

“Yes, that’s me. What is it?” you ask with a raise of an eyebrow.

“We’re all fifth years, and we just wanted to ask you some things,” the red-haired Slytherin begins. You shrug nonchalantly then nod, prompting them to continue. You're around ninety percent sure that you already know what's coming.

“Why would Atsumu-san like you?” the other Hufflepuff, a ponytailed blonde blurts, earning a glare from the Slytherin. Ah, so you were right. Something to do with Atsumu.

“Don’t ask so bluntly!” the Slytherin hisses.

“I mean, you don’t even support him. You’re wearing Gryffindor colors!” the brunette Ravenclaw accuses you.

“How did you even get close to Atsumu-san?” the first Hufflepuff presses.

You blink, slightly overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions and accusations.

“I’m not that close to him, we are hardly even friends — “ you start.

“But he won’t date me because of you!” the blonde Hufflepuff wails. You stare blankly at her, not sure how to respond. "I spent hours making him handmade chocolates so I could ask him out and he turned me down without a second thought..."

You grimace. You truly do empathize with the girl, of course. Any rejected love confession must hurt. Though, knowing Atsumu, he would likely make it crystal-clear if he isn’t intending to start a relationship even if he was previously involved with this girl. He isn’t the kind to beat around the bush when it comes to what he wants.

“Same thing happened to me, and the rest of us. And I did a little asking around, and found out he has a thing for you.” The Ravenclaw frowns. “How did you do it?"

“It’s not fair.” The Slytherin grits her teeth. “You never make any efforts for his attention, so why does it have to be on you?" You bite your lip, holding back a big sigh of exasperation.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. Really. But what does this have to do with me? I can't control what he does.”

“Did you give him a love potion, (L/N)-san?” the Ravenclaw inquires quite aggressively. You flinch back a little at the blatant accusation.

“No!” you exclaim. “I... I really don’t know how to help you. I’m sorry — “

“Why would Atsumu-san ever like a Mudblood like you?” the black-haired Hufflepuff squints condescendingly at you. Your face falls. You haven’t been called that word since your early years of school, and mysteriously, your offenders always ended up in the hospital wing the next day. Thus, no one has dared to make fun of your blood status since.

Until now, with these four underclassmen that aren’t showing you a shred of respect.

“Even worse! She’s a Mudblood?!” the Slytherin scoffs. “He would’ve been way better off with any of us. We’re all Pureblood.”

“You’re not convincing anyone of your innocence either.” One Hufflepuff scowls. “I’ve seen the two of you around Hogwarts since my first year. I see the way he’s always around you. And you never seriously push him away. There’s something going on isn’t there?”

“Okay.” You keep your voice level and steady, ignoring her implication of your romantic relationship with Atsumu. “Look, you can go after him. I mean it. I’m sure he’ll come around — “ The Ravenclaw lunges forward and slaps you across the face, catching you by surprise.

“You’ll never understand! You don’t know how lucky you are!” A few tears slip down her face, and you can only stare at the fuming girls in shock and rising anger.

You were trying your very best to keep a cool head but this is the last straw. The fact that these girls are verbally and physically attacking you for someone else's apparent feelings is absolutely ridiculous. These girls need to get out of your sight as soon as possible before you blow a fuse. You just want your fucking treacle tarts.

You start to reach for your wand.

A large hand appears out of nowhere, placing itself over yours and pushing your wand back in the pockets of your robe.

You pause, chills shooting down your spine at the sparks flying through your system at the feeling of his touch (as cliche as it sounds).

“Hey, princess. Lemme take care of these squealin’ pigs, hmm?” You’ve never been so relieved to hear Atsumu MIya’s voice.

“Atsumu-san!” one of the girls whines, clearly offended by the name he chose to call the group.

“The hell do ya think yer doin’? If ya have business with me, come directly to me, dumbass pigs,” Atsumu snaps rather harshly, causes all four to shrink back significantly.

“Why do you like her, Atsumu-san? She’s just a filthy Mudblood.” You’re not sure which girl said that, because you’re too busy watching Atsumu’s face morph into one of the scariest expressions you’ve ever seen on a person.

His eyebrows are furrowed in a deadly arch, eyes narrowed like a predator about to pounce on prey that’s been running away for too long, and the way his lip curls into a cruel snarl is well, in short, absolutely terrifying.

Even though his anger isn’t directed at you, you feel yourself tremble.

“What — ” He takes a few steps towards the group. who quickly staggers back. “ — didja just call her?”

“Aren’t you a pureblood too?” one questions, confused. “The Miya family is even one of the most well-respected pureblood families!”

“Yeah, but my family thinks that’s all washed-up, supremacist shit.” Atsumu snorts. “Our line hasn’t been completely pure for decades. We don’t care about useless stigmas like that.”

“You don’t care that she’s a Mudblood?” They sound incredulous; scandalized. even.

“Stop callin' her that. And no. I frankly do not give a fuck, 'cause I was raised right, unlike you lot,” he replies crossly.

The four girls are stunned at his response, and so are you. You guess it makes sense that Atsumu was raised to not care about blood purity, because all throughout the seven years you’ve known him, you can’t recall a single moment when he made fun of your blood status.

“I-It’s just unfair, you know? She doesn’t even like you back!” someone pipes up. At this, Atsumu sighs, still angry but slightly... sad?

“Doncha think I know that better than anyone else?”

Your heart plummets at the wistful, sorrowful note in his voice.

You never realized how much this stupid boy that’s been plaguing your Hogwarts experience since day one actually means to you. Sure, he’s the bane of your existence in a lot of ways, but he’s always just... been there. And yes, he’s annoying. Yes, he’s infuriating. Yes, he makes you want to murder him sometimes. But he never meant any real harm. Never meant to make you cry. Never meant to go too far. And he never did, he never truly hurt you, as much of an irritating asshole he is.

“Like I said, if ya have somethin’ to discuss with me, say so. Don’t fuckin’ gang up on (L/N) for no reason. Out of my sight.” He waves his hand carelessly, and you watch in a bit of amazement as the girls immediately scatter.

He then instantly looks down at you, concerned at the sight of the reddening handprint on your cheek.

“M'so sorry.” Atsumu’s bottom lip juts out into a worried pout as he leans down to inspect the mark on your face. “Are ya... are ya okay?”

“I’m fine.” You are. A bit shaken by the offensive remarks thrown towards you and the physical violence, but fine, nonetheless. You just need a few minutes to get yourself together and you’ll be completely okay.

“S'my fault. They were upset at me, and took it out on ya. Thank Merlin I was walkin’ down here ta grab a snack from the kitchen — “

“They like you a lot,” you cut him off. "They just want to be close to you. I guess it’s normal to be jealous, and I bet it hurt when they got rejected by you."

“But they were thinkin’ that harassin’ the girl I like would get my attention?” Your heart suddenly leaps with joy at the spoken reminder that he apparently has a thing for you. But you keep your composure. “Sure, they got my attention alright. Was ready to hex those pigs into next week.”

“Yes, it was dumb, and completely unnecessary, but they’re just — “

“They’re fuckin’ psychos. Don't be so nice to them, princess. They wanted to hurt you,” he spits venomously. “I shoulda hexed them or somethin’ but I can't afford ta get detention 'cause of Quidditch — "

“Miya, don’t worry. Drop it. It’s okay. They’re in love, and well, I imagine if you’re in love then it must hurt to not be loved back.” Sure, the more primal part of you also wants to hex them; you almost did. But you know at the end of the day they’re just harmless school girls head over heels for a guy that’s unattainable. Atsumu scoffs at your words.

“Don’t I know it,” he repeats, a rather faraway look in his eyes.

You’re suddenly aware of how empty and quiet the corridor is.

“You... You played great, today,” you decide to say for some reason. Atsumu continues to frown.

“Ya watched?” he asks, before his chocolate eyes trail down to see the red and gold scarf still hanging around your neck and the roaring lion banner in your hands. His mouth presses into a thin line. “And rooted for Gryffindor.” You swallow, suddenly feeling guilty even though you know you didn’t do anything wrong.

“I — my friends were supporting Gryffindor, so I just joined in,” you ramble, trying to justify yourself for some odd reason.

“Nah. Ya wouldn’t wanna cheer on some losers anyway, huh?” He can’t meet your gaze, which honestly concerns you. Usually you’re the one who can’t look him in the eye. But Atsumu’s head is hanging low. You vaguely remember Osamu’s complaining about how much of a sore loser Atsumu is, how he always beats himself up and blames himself for losses.

And to lose the first Quidditch match of the season, as Captain no less — you can’t imagine what he’s probably feeling right now.

“Atsumu.” You clear your throat, not used to using his first name. “You were amazing. You know I wouldn’t just compliment you because I felt like it.”

A ghost of a smile flits across his lips.

“I’m just — I’m so pathetic, y’know?” He buries his face in his hands. “I let everyone down. Shoulda aimed better at Hoshiumi at the end, maybe coulda knocked him away so Tobio woulda gotten the Snitch.”

“You’re not pathetic.” You don’t know what or who possesses you to do so, but you find yourself reaching up to carefully grasp Atsumu’s wrists, slowly pulling them away from his face.

The completely flabbergasted look he gives you upon receiving your touch would’ve been humorous in any other circumstance.

“There’s good reasons why so many people look up you, why you got chosen to be Captain, and why you’re considered one of the best Quidditch players in the history of the school. Again, you know I wouldn’t say these things if I didn’t mean them.” You find it weird that you’re comforting someone who you considered to be in a pain in your ass for the past seven years, but you find it even weirder that you genuinely feel the need to reassure and support him.

“Ya think so?” You’re still holding his wrists, but his chocolate irises are now boring directly into yours.

“I know so,” you say with absolute certainty. “And if you ever doubt yourself again, I’ll hex you.” He cracks a tiny grin.

“That’s my girl.” Atsumu releases his wrists from your grasp to bring you into a tight hug. You, not expecting the sudden act of affection, gasp in surprise as your face gets smushed against his muscular chest. But you don’t struggle or try to break free. His embrace doesn’t feel strange or uncomfortable.

Oddly, it feels like... home.

You don't even bother correcting him with the reminder that you aren't his girl.

After a few moments of hesitation, you wrap your thinner arms around his torso in return.

You swear you feel a few tears drip onto the top of your head, but when you try to look up at him he holds you tighter.

It’s at this moment that you silently admit to yourself that yes, you care about the irritating, bratty, arrogant nuisance that is Atsumu Miya.

You spend a while in silence, just hugging each other, in the quietness of the empty corridor.

He's warm, although you should've expected as much. His tall, large frame is pretty much a walking space heater. You find yourself leaning further into his arms, pressing yourself ever closer. Atsumu smells of his usual woodsy cologne, but with a hint of sweat and grass, likely from the Quidditch pitch. You're not repulsed by the scent; rather, you find it quite comforting.

You feel Atsumu shift slightly as his head dips down towards you, and you let out a small squeak of surprise at the sensation of his lips grazing against your forehead. You instinctively cling onto him even more, and the rumble of his chest as he chuckles affectionately at your reaction shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

Merlin's Beard, you are so screwed.

"I have somethin' ta tell ya, (Y/N)," he murmurs into your hair. "I —"

“Master Miya! Mistress (L/N)!” The two of you jump apart at the sound of the kitchen door, which is at the end of the corridor, suddenly bursting open, revealing the kind, head cook house elf known as Molky.

Molky stares at you and Atsumu.

You and Atsumu stare at Molky.

You vaguely recall Atsumu mentioning how he came down this corridor to go to the kitchen, so he ought to come here often and visit the house elves as well.

In fact, you’re pretty sure you brushed past him a few times near here with him yelling insults at you over his shoulder.

A slow, but wide smile spreads across Molky’s face.

“Are Master Miya and Mistress (L/N) in love?” The old house elf’s big green eyes sparkle in joy. “Molky is so proud!”

Both you and Atsumu turn firetruck red.

“Come in, come in! Mistress (L/N), we have some treacle tarts for you! They’re your favorite, aren’t they? And for you, Master Miya, steak pie!” Before either you or Atsumu could move a muscle, Molky ushers the two of you inside.

“Hello, Master Miya! Mistress (L/N)!” the busy house elves chorus as you enter.

You and Atsumu greet them in return in a rather flustered manner, still embarrassed upon getting caught by Molky.

“My, my!” one of the sweetest elves, Topsey, giggles. “Master Miya and Mistress (L/N) stop by so often, but never together!”

“We heard your constant bickering!” another elf, Lonpey, informs you with a huge smile. “House elves have good hearing, you see. We thought Master Miya and Mistress (L/N) did not like each other!”

“Turns out, us house elves were wrong...” Polky the house elf sulks as he hands over a galleon to Lonpey.

“Ya had a bet on us?” Atsumu’s mouth is open in shock.

“Ever since the first time we heard you two arguing, Master Miya!” Lonpey says cheerfully.

“Ahh, young love,” Bosky, the house elf who makes the best soup, sighs from her spot by the stove, where she is busy stirring something in a pot.

You and Atsumu spend a few more moments in shocked silence, even as the house elves begin bringing the two of you your favorite foods, chattering and laughing animatedly. The two of you sit down on the clean kitchen floor, accepting the plates of food from the elves.

“I never took you for someone who cared for house elves,” you comment, taking a small bite of your treacle tart, which is delicious as always.

"'Samu and I grew up with two. They were our best friends.”

“’Were’?”

“Dad and Mum set them free before we came to school this year, since we're grown up now and no longer need them to take care of us.”

“Hmm.” You nod sympathetically, not knowing how you would feel if you had a house elf friend and caretaker who got released after you became of age. House elves truly are kindhearted and loyal creatures. You absolutely adore spending time with them; they're so genuine and caring. You could easily imagine yourself becoming best friends with one of them like Atsumu and Osamu had, especially over the course of seventeen years.

“’s funny, isn’t it?” Atsumu pushes a large forkful of steak pie into his mouth.

“What is?”

“How much people assume about me.” He pauses. “They think I care about blood purity, look down on house elves... I guess there’s not many good stereotypes that come with being a pureblood Slytherin.”

“Master Miya is kind!” Bosky pipes up. “He asked Professor Dumbledore to raise our pay!”

“And of course, Dumbledore listened!” Polky cheers, and the rest of the house elves join in.

“I’m sorry.” You feel a bit guilty for your previous assumption. “I just...”

“Nah. Don’t apologize. There are plenty of things that aren’t so nice about me, as ’m sure ya know. ’m definitely no saint.”

This is strange. A normal, proper conversation with Atsumu. No bickering, no jabbing, no teasing. Just two people talking. Perhaps, two friends talking.

“I can leave ya alone, y’know.” You freeze at his words. Did you want him to leave you alone? Maybe before, you had the thought. But even you have to admit that you never truly meant it. You want him around, and that's the hard truth.

“I — “ Your protest never finishes leaving your tongue as Atsumu suddenly smirks.

“But I won’t.”

You should’ve known.

“Miya!” you scoff out, pushing his face, which somehow ended up way too close to yours, away from you.

“What?” He laughs obnoxiously. “What did I do this time?”

You unconsciously puff out your cheeks angrily, which only makes him laugh louder at how much you resemble an agitated chipmunk.

“What’s wrong, ya troll?” he teases. “What’s got yer panties in a twist?”

Instead of annoying you, his offensive nickname brings a sense of relief. This is the Atsumu you know. The playful, blunt, and infuriating boy that you’ve known for so many years. You don’t mind seeing his more gentle and sensitive side, but you couldn’t help but find yourself missing this part of him.

Atsumu, on the other hand, quickly shuts his mouth. staring down at the floor. “Ah, sorry, that just came out. I didn’t mean ta say that.” But you’re laughing, now, too.

“No,” you say through a fit of amused giggles. “It’s fine. It was weird seeing you be all sappy and not poke fun at me for the past weeks.”

“(L/N), is that permission for me to call ya a troll?” Atsumu jokes.

“Yes. Call me a troll whenever you want.” There’s a small silence before the two of you burst out into laughter.

The house elves are watching you and Atsumu in complete confusion.

“Why would Mistress (L/N) tell Master Miya to call her a troll?” Topsey whispers to Lonpey, who shrugs, just as perplexed.

“You’re not so big and bad, like you told me, huh?” you say, continuing to dig into your treacle tart. “All talk and no bite?”

“Guess m'not.” He raises an eyebrow, still grinning smugly. “But I’ve been told that m'big in another very important way.”

The joke flies right over your head, but some of the house elves gasp, scandalized..

“Whatever.” You happily finish off the rest of your treacle tart, oblivious to the lovesick way that Atsumu is watching you, his plate of steak pie sitting forgotten in his lap.

“So, um, would ya... would ya maybe wanna go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?” He coughs, clearing his throat awkwardly, his face burning. “I mean — uh — just 'cause I wanna buy some sweets from Honeydukes. If that’s okay with ya.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You look up at him, stifling a chuckle at the absolutely mortified expression on his face. It seems like he’s about to combust.

“W-What if I am?!” Atsumu huffs, aggressively shoving a piece of steak pie into his mouth.

“Pfft.” You can’t hold back your laugh, and Atsumu looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Don’t look so upset, jeez, Miya. Yes. I’ll go with you.”

“Cool.” On the outside, he seems nonchalant and collected. After all, why wouldn’t he be? He’s gone on dates with girls before. But this is you. This is you. You. Him. Date.

He's wanted this for so long and he can't believe it's finally happening.

Atsumu is singing joyously like a frolicking Disney princess in his head.

“God, where the hell is he?” Osamu grumbles. “That shithead has been in the kitchen for a good two hours now. Does he really need to eat that fuckin’ much?”

“You’re one to talk,” Rintarou snorts. “Usually you’d join him. And eat more than him.”

“Yeah, well, just didn’t feel like it today.” Osamu crosses his arms over his chest, sinking deeper into couch in the Slytherin common room he is seated on.

“The two of you are always such sore losers,” says Rintarou with a roll of his eyes.

“Naw! He is! Not me!” Osamu whines, suddenly springing up from the couch. “Look, it was just so close, Tobio was almost there — “

“Sit down, ding dong.” Rintarou pushes him back down, and Osamu pouts angrily. “It was just the first game. We have plenty of time to get back at them later.” Osamu nods, sighing.

“Yeah. Yer right.”

“Let’s go find Atsumu. Funny how he calls everyone else ‘pig’, but he spends two hours in the kitchen eating...”

The two boys stroll down the corridors towards the moving staircase leading to the kitchens, Osamu still muttering complaints under his breath. Rintarou gives into the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes to the heavens.

Right when they are about to round the corner to the kitchen, the double doors burst open. And out strolls Atsumu... holding hands with you.

Rintarou and Osamu freeze, not expecting to see this.

The two of you. Holding hands.

Talking. Not bickering.

Laughing together. Not laughing at each other.

The sight is so surreal, the two Slytherin boys’ eyes grow to match the circumference of dinner plates.

Thankfully, you and Atsumu walk in the opposite direction, not seeing Rintarou and Osamu watching you with open mouths and wide eyes.

“Well.” Rintarou recovers first. “Can’t say I didn’t see that coming.”

“For real, all that lovey sexual tension between them was really startin’ ta get to me,” Osamu grumbles. “That took years.”

“Guess Atsumu finally manned up to say something.” Rintarou sounds rather proud. “About time.”

“About time, huh?” Osamu muses, his tone suddenly changing to playful and... slightly suggestive? Rintarou doesn’t notice Osamu inching closer until they are only just a few centimeters apart. Rintarou’s heart flips upside down in his chest as he takes in Osamu’s smirking face way too close to his.

It’s a scenario that he’s only seen in his dreams.

Rintarou has been friends with Osamu since they were elementary-aged children, and has harbored feelings for him since their third year at Hogwarts. However, both of them never toed, let alone crossed, the line between friendship and romance.

But now, as Osamu backs him into the wall of the corridor, an odd, predatory glint in his eye, Rintarou can't find it in him to push Osamu away.

Maybe it's because he's been wanting this all along.

“Hey... what are you d-doing?” Rintarou’s voice shakes a little. Osamu cocks his head.

“Can’t let fuckin’ ‘Tsumu one-up me.”

When Osamu and Rintarou walk into the Slytherin common room later that day, hand-in-hand with marks littering their necks, Atsumu’s soul literally leaves his body as he girlishly screams bloody-murder in utter shock.

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phoenixhalliwell · 5 years ago

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Well Helloooo Nurse

Pairings: Will Miller X Gender Neutral Reader ( Nurse Lark but goes by the name of Birdie)

Word count: 1887

Author's Note: Good Evening all, welcome to the Will Miller show. Please be gentle as it’s my first time writing for him. I also have no idea how the inside of an ER works, i’m just winging this whole thing lmao I hope whoever stumbles on this enjoys it :)

Hope you don’t mind the tags: @lilacyennefer @cinewhore @dignityneeded

Thanks to his idiotic brother, Will ends up in the ER. Benny in an attempt to make amends, tries to be his wingman.

Throwing yourself down into your chair, you let out a small cry at the relief at finally being off your feet. To say it's been a long week is an understatement. Your back is in agony, your stomach won't stop growling and there's a throbbing pain behind your eyes . The ER has finally quietened down after a disastrous morning and you're counting down the minutes until it's home time.

'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'

You glance at the clock. Another 20 minutes and you are free for the next two days to do absolutely nothing. Closing your eyes you smile at the thought of the large glass of wine, warm bath and take out that awaits you when you get home. Your happiness is short lived though when you hear your name being called out.

'Urghhh, just leave me alone'

"Birdie, my good friend. How are you? You are looking fiiinnneee today, is that a new pair of scrubs."

Opening your eyes, you glare at your friend Letti who is currently batting her eyes at you. You scoff. You know for a fact you look like shit. Your hair looks like a bird's nest ( no pun intended) and you're pretty sure that your scrubs have seen better days.

"What do you want?" you narrow your eyes at her.

"You know how you're my absolute best friend and you love me so much? Could you find it in that golden heart of yours to stay on just a little longer and cover the end of my shift. It's only a couple extra hours. I wouldn't normally ask but Scott has managed to ship the kids off to his mum's tonight and it's been so long since we've had adult time, if you catch my drift. Please. Help me out here Birdie I am dying" She begs.

'Pfft least you're getting the option for adult time' you think to yourself. You watch as she clasps her hands to her chest and starts to give you the sad puppy dog eyes .You can feel your resolve start to crumble. Groaning, you throw your head back in defeat.

"Fine, but you owe me one and you better believe I will collect" you sigh. Letti fist pumps the air before grabbing your face and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I fucking love you Birdie. I will name my next child in your honour" she promises.

"Yeah like I haven't heard that before" you snort, wiping your cheek. Letti suddenly thrusts a clipboard into your hand before rushing you through your next patient, eager to get home to her husband. You're not really listening to her, nodding along every so often as you try to decipher the chicken scratches on the paper in front of you.

' Did a child fill in this form?'

You hear snippets of what she is saying: "Hotter than sin..... If I wasn't married... wouldn't be able to walk straight"

You are finally able to pick out the important information:

Exam Room 3 - William Miller, 40, laceration to left arm.

'Ok I can work with that'

Calling out your goodbyes to Letti and telling her to have a good time, you make your way to exam room 3 to get started. Drawing back the curtain, you step into the room and call out

'Mr Miller?'

"Yes?" two voices answer at the same time.

" They are talking about me Dumbass, I'm the one that's currently bleeding no thanks to you. Please excuse my brother, he was dropped on his head a lot as a child" your patient apologises to you. You let out a snort at the quip. It's not until you get a proper look at his face that your laughter is quickly cut off.

'Oh' is all you can think before your mind goes blank. Sitting in front of you is a man you can only describe as an Adonis. Even though his face is twisted slightly in pain, you would gladly stare at him for the rest of eternity. Beautiful blue eyes, soft blond hair, a well groomed beard. Your mind takes you to some bad places when you think about that beard.

'Hotter than sin indeed...."

A choked out laugh causes you to tear gaze away from William and over to the other man in the room who waves at you looking far too amused.

'Oh god, he knows I was checking out his brother' You cringe internally.

"Hi I'm Benny in case you were interested" the other man jokes. He is also a fairly attractive man -you can see some similarities between the two. However, Benny has nothing on his brother. You shyly nod your head in greeting before making your way to Will's bedside.

"Ok Mr Miller, I am Nurse Lark. From what I could make out from your form, it says that you have a laceration on your left arm. Is this correct?" you ask the older Miller.

"Yes that's right. Sorry about the scrawl, Benny didn't make it past the 3rd grade." Will teases.

"Fuck you dickhead" Benny hisses back.

"Boys, settle down, this is an ER not a playground " you interject. Both men mumble their apologise and you try not to laugh. Gently picking up Will's arm, you turn his arm left to right to get an idea of the extent of his injury. He's lucky in the fact it's not too deep. Unfortunately it cuts directly through the tattoo on his lower arm. Potentially a future scar but that was out with your control. Raising your head, you notice how close you are to each other's faces. Will stares back at you and you lose yourself for a minute.

"For fuck sake, get a room" You hear Benny mutter behind you. You cough and busy yourself getting the equipment you need to start patching Will up.

"I'm sorry but this might hurt a little" you warn him in advance.

" Don't worry about me, I'm tough as nails " He smiles reassuring you.

You nod before getting started. So focused on your work, you didn't notice Will admiring you from where he sat. He liked the way your eyes never wavered from your task despite Benny blabbering on in the background. How your nimble fingers made quick work of his wound. He thought the way you stuck your tongue out slightly in concentration was the cutest thing.

Benny was quick to notice his brother's heart eyes and started snickering.

" You know what Will? Maybe if you're a good boy the nice nurse will kiss it better once they are done"

You glance up in time to see Will's face turn scarlet.

'Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter'

"That's it, Benny get out now!" Will growled.

Benny sighs dramatically and sulks out the room but not without muttering "just trying to help you get laid dickhead". You glance back at Will who is now staring up at the ceiling, looking as though he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"It's days like these I really wish my parents had got me a puppy instead of a little brother"

"Well from what I've seen of him so far, the man is basically a gold retriever in human form" you joke back. The laugh he lets out catches you off guard.

'I could get used to that sound.'

You had to stop yourself from sighing and scolded yourself for acting like a love sick fool instead of the professional you are.

The conversation came easy for you both after that. You started by telling him your name before the both of you shared little tidbits about each other. Will seemed like an interesting man from what information he gave. He was funny and incredibly smart.

'He's perfect' is all you could think. However, it didn't take long after Benny got asked to leave to finish patching the rest of Will's arm up.

"Well Mr Miller, I guess that's you done. Please make sure to keep the area as clean as possible and have someone help you change your bandages"

You feel sad at the idea of him leaving. It is evident that he feels the same by the way he stalls collecting his things. He looks like he's debating with himself before he finally turns to you looking determined.

" Would you maybe like to go to dinner with me sometime? I know we haven't met under the best circumstances but I had a really great time talking with you. I'd end up hating myself if I didn't at least ask"

Your heart races at the question and you don't hesitate to tell him yes. His face lights up and you find yourself falling a little more for Will Miller. Grabbing a pen from your top pocket, you hastily write down your phone number and hand it to Will. You both wish each other goodnight before parting ways. You find yourself grinning and bite your lip to try and contain your glee.

" Guess I will be naming my first child Letti"

Outside the hospital

Benny leans against the wall (pouting like a child) and waits for his brother . He still can't believe he got thrown out of the room. It feels like forever and a day before Will finally makes his appearance with a smug grin on his face.

'He looks like the cat that got the cream'

' What's with the grin man? Did they give you the good shit for the pain or something?"

Will shakes his head before showing Benny the piece of paper in his hand. A set of digits.

"William, you sly dog" Benny laughs in delight before he slaps Will's arm. He's quick to realise his mistake when his brother grunts in pain clutching his bad arm. Benny panics and makes to touch him but is stopped in his tracks.

"Don't . Fucking . Touch me. Just get in the fucking car. " Will hisses. He marches off to the car park, swearing under his breath.

'Well that victory was short lived' Benny thinks, following his brother.

Bonus Scene - Date night

'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'

You glance at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. Another 10 minutes before Will is suppose to arrive. It's been so long since you were last on a date and you can't remember being this nervous. You look down at your outfit and run a hand over it to make sure there wasn't any creases. Will had text earlier to let you know to dress casual for your evening out but wouldn't give you any more information. The sound of the doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you let out a nervous giggle. Trying not to seem too eager, you give yourself a beat before opening the door. You feel yourself go weak in the knees. Will is dressed to impress - A black leather jacket over a soft grey t-shirt with a nice pair of black jeans that does wonders for him. He lets out a soft laugh at the way you are blatantly eyeing him up before doing the same to you. He lets out a low whistle.

"Well hellooo nurse"

#Will Miller #william ironhead miller #will miller x reader #Triple Frontier #Benny Miller #ben miller #william ironhead miller x reader #hello nurse

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ficklewish · 5 years ago

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Pre Calc Sucks

a Tendou x Reader Soulmate AU

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Tendou x reader

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If you were told that you'd meet your soulmate through a texting app way before you did, you'd probably laugh at their face and tell them that it's not possible for that to happen, as it only does in movies or books. Or that's what you believed. Never in a million years did you think that it would happen to anyone you knew, let alone you yourself. It was a shock, but it was welcomed with open arms, as you had finally met the love of your life, the one fated to be with you. Meeting Tendou was, by far, the best day of your life. How you first met him however…now that would be a funny bedtime story.

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You were struggling with your art and school when you had downloaded discord. A school friend had suggested it to you, as certain servers had places for school or art help, and you had given in due to the huge lack of inspiration you had. Making an account and picking your username, it had finally been done, but once again, you were stuck. How exactly did discord work? Would it just…randomly suggest servers everyday or did you have to find them? You had left it for a while, just empty, waiting for it to be filled. Your friend had asked if you had made any online friends, and responding with no, they became confused. "Haven't you joined any servers?" You awkwardly laughed, turning away from them. "No…I don't know how discord works." You look back up at them and see the most judging look in their eyes. "You're hopeless. Here, let me help you." Taking your phone and opening your search engine, they go to a random site and start scrolling while you look over their shoulder. Seeing them go through multiple windows, they give back your phone. “There, I added you to one, you can figure out the rest from there.” Giving a small thanks, you turn to your phone, reading the instructions. “Hmmm, this is gonna take a while…” After doing a few tweaks and introducing yourself, you finally started to talk to the people on the server, learning their names and pronouns, acknowledging their age for appropriate conversations, and even adding a few friends. You had completely forgotten you were still at school, even though it was currently your lunch period. “Who knows, maybe your soulmate is in there.” Startled, you turn towards your friend then roll your eyes. The whole soulmate concept was something you used to like, but now, it was just a reminder that you hadn’t found yours yet. The whole “first place they touch you” thing was just a taunt, at least to you. Your mark was what seemed like someone's arms wrapped around you, including your upper arms. So many of your peers had already found theirs while you felt almost forgotten. It brought thoughts to your head, such as what if...your soulmate was across the world? Would you ever meet them? Did you even have one? Shoving the last thought deep into your mind. “I doubt it, shit like that only happens in movies.” Your friend looked at you, then smirked. “I don’t know about that.”

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After classes ended, you went home, a bit excited to start talking online, as childish as it sounded. You had to keep reminding yourself that you joined for school and art help, but making a few friends never hurt. Taking off your shoes and dropping your things, you sat on the couch and noticed you were home alone for the time being, your parents most likely at the market. Taking your phone out and opening the app, you begin to interact in the correct chat for school.

"Hey! I was wondering if someone could help me with my pre calculus homework? I'm a bit stuck"

You noticed that someone was already going to respond, which comforted you greatly.

"I could help with this! Just give me a moment!"

Checking their profile to not accidentally misgender them, you notice that they are actually a he, and he has similar interests as you. Going back to your bag and getting your notebook and textbook, you turn back to your phone and prepare to fry your brain with math. (fucking hate math, it's so COMPLICATED)

"Alright, what did you need help with?"

Telling your "tutor" about which problems you were confused about, they immediately begin to guide you through it and point out any mistakes you made, all while not exactly telling you the answer. He had helped you understand the concept much more easier than your teacher ever did, and you were extremely grateful for that. He had even given you some extra tips on how to remember certain formulas for when exams and tests are assigned. You thanked him multiple times for helping you with your homework

"Of course! Just DM me anytime you need help, I'd gladly do so!"

And that's what you did, texting him every now and then for homework help, mainly pre calc as it was your worst subject, and you didn't want to burden him with your other classes in case he had his own to pass. Sometimes, you'd even text him because you were actually interested in him, as he had been an interesting person to talk to. Learning a bit about him and sharing a bit about yourself, you quickly formed a friendship with, who you found out a few days ago, Tendou. He'd talk about how he was a part of a volleyball club, being a 3rd year, being part of a powerhouse team, and even some personal facts about his life. Of course, he never told you exactly where he was located, which was perfectly fine, as you didn't want to disclose that information either. However, you soon started to notice that whenever Tendou would text you, you'd become giddy no matter what the conversation was about, and when someone other than Tendou would text you, you'd deflate a bit, hoping it was him. Whenever you'd be doing anything else, you were hoping that he would send you something, you were just hoping to talk to him. These feelings scared you, as you might've had a soulmate, yet you fell for Tendou, and you prayed that maybe, it would somehow work out.

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4 months later, and Tendou being your "tutor" was still going strong, and your friendship even stronger. You had brought up meeting with him a few times, and the both of you had even planned it sometimes, but never actually went ahead with those plans. Your schedules never met up, as he had practice and you had a part time job. You grew wary, wondering if you would ever meet your online crush. It was then that you realized you had absolutely no idea of what Tendou even looked like, which meant you could've passed him on the street multiple times without noticing. You would constantly hope that one day he would stroll into the little cafe you worked at and notice you, but that was a far stretch, as he had no idea of what you looked like either. Today was no different. Each time a customer would waltz in, you had hoped that it was Tendou, but it never was. It was currently near closing time, and you had begun sweeping the place while a coworker cleaned the kitchen in the back. It wasn't until you were about to begin putting chairs up that you felt a vibration come from your phone. Taking it out, you look at your notifications and see you had gotten a text from Tendou, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Scanning the text, the happiness you had felt quickly melted into excitement and nervousness.

"I found the place you work at, and I think I see you. Are you the one who's holding a broom?"

Rereading the text a few times to check if you weren't seeing things, you began to grow panicked. Today was an extremely stressful day, and you knew that you looked horrible. Your hair was a mess and you had even cried once due to an overly loud and rude man whose order was messed up, and you knew that the tear stains were still slightly visible. Quickly answering his text with a "come inside then :)" you continued to put chairs up in hopes to distract yourself from the nervousness and panic growing inside you with every passing second. Hearing the door open and the small bell above it chime, you freeze. "Um…are you possibly Y/N?" Turning around slowly, you're met with a tall boy with red hair and tired eyes. He reminded you of a lizard, and you thought he was really cute. Remembering that he had asked you a question, you answered. "Yes I am. Are you Tendou?" His eyes widen, and a smile grows on his face. "Aahhh, I finally get to meet you!" Realizing that he is indeed Tendou, a smile of your own grows on your face, and you couldn't stop yourself from engulfing him in a hug. The hug is cut short however, since you feel a searing pain from where Tendou had wrapped his arms around you. Pulling away, you look into his eyes, and does the same. Realization floods his eyes, and he looks as though he's about to cry. "Well shit, who knew you'd be my soulmate too." You immediately run back into his arms, shedding a few tears into his hoodie as he hugs you as if his life depended on it.

"I guess stuff like this really does happen in real life."

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a/n: HOOOO this took me a while to write, had to start over 3 times 😔 neways, I hope you liked it!

#haikyuu!!#hq tendou #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n

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