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echo-riot · 2 days ago

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Random dating thoughts (that slowly get more heated)

Abby Anderson Edition

Abby would insist on being your gym buddy and make a big deal about spotting you, even if you’re lifting the lightest weights. “Babe, safety first!” Meanwhile, she’s bench-pressing twice your body weight with ease.

She eats like she’s fueling a tank, so if you order fries, you better guard them with your life. But if you pout, she’ll reluctantly push her plate toward you. “Fine, take some… just not the chicken.”

She casually challenges you to arm-wrestling matches, and even if you lose every time, she makes a point of flexing and teasing: “Don’t feel bad—these guns are a gift, really.”

Abby has mastered the art of braiding hair thanks to her own routine, but she’s shockingly bad at braiding your hair because she gets nervous about pulling too hard. “How do you not sit still for this?!”

When she’s into you, her flirting style is a mix of being overly cocky and downright awkward. “I could totally carry you on my shoulders and outrun a horde. Wanna test it out?”

Abby has a fierce protective instinct. She’s the type to walk you home even if the world’s relatively safe, and she’ll always scan your surroundings for anything suspicious.

While she’s tough and stoic most of the time, Abby opens up about her past with you in small, vulnerable moments—usually when she feels safe in your arms.

Her love language would absolutely include acts of service. Whether it’s repairing your gear or making sure you have enough to eat, Abby shows her love by ensuring your needs are met.

She’d establish a small tradition, like watching the sunrise together after her early morning workouts, with you groggily sipping coffee while she teases you about “needing more gains.”

She’d lean on you during tough times but struggle to admit when she needs help. You’d have to gently remind her that being strong doesn’t mean carrying everything alone.

Once Abby Finds Out You Can’t Open Jars It’s over. She teases you constantly. She’ll swoop in with a dramatic, “Don’t worry, I got this,” flex her biceps unnecessarily, and pop it open in one try—every single time.

You Snore? She records it. Every time. Then uses it as leverage when you tease her about her overly serious workout routines. “You think I’m dramatic? Babe, listen to this masterpiece.”

You’d think she’d be bad at cooking, but she’s weirdly good. However, she only knows how to make portions that could feed a military base. “You said you were hungry. This is a reasonable amount of spaghetti.” (It’s not.)

Abby Learns About TikTok? She doesn’t really get it but becomes obsessed with the fitness trends. Suddenly, she’s asking you to record her doing ridiculous challenges, like trying to do pushups with you sitting on her back. (An:IM HAVING WHITHDRAWLS)

Abby is confident on the battlefield, but when it comes to dating, she can get a bit awkward. She stumbles over her words, especially if she’s nervous about impressing you.

Abby shows her affection by doing things for you, like fixing something you need or sharing her limited rations. She’s the type to ensure your boots are patched and your weapon is ready.

She loves teasing you, especially once she gets more comfortable. Whether it’s poking fun at your bad aim or how much you complain about patrols, it’s always lighthearted and affectionate.

Abby gives the best hugs—firm, warm, and grounding. She holds you tightly as if to shield you from the world.

While she’s strong and intimidating to others, she’s incredibly gentle with you. She’ll brush your hair out of your face, kiss your forehead, and hold your hand when you’re anxious.

Abby is always looking for small items that might make you happy—whether it’s a flower she finds, a worn-out book, or something she crafts herself.

In rare quiet moments, she’ll grab your hand and sway with you to the faint sound of music from an old record player or her own humming.

Her apologies are sincere and often accompanied by small actions to make it up to you, like offering to take over your duties for the day.

Once Abby falls for you, she’s all in. She’s fiercely loyal and will do anything to ensure your happiness and safety.

Though she struggles to express her feelings at first, over time she becomes more vocal about how much you mean to her. “You’re the reason I keep fighting” is something you’d hear her say during particularly tough days.

Abby doesn’t say “I love you” often, but when she does, it’s raw, heartfelt, and utterly sincere. She prefers to show her love in the little things—like keeping your favorite item safe or holding your hand just a little tighter in dangerous moments.

She watches you when you’re not looking, memorizing every little thing about you. If you catch her, she’ll smirk but won’t admit to it.

Abby tends to fidget around you—twisting a knife in her hand or adjusting her gear—especially when she’s nervous or unsure how to express her feelings.

Abby hates unresolved tension and prefers to address issues head-on, though her bluntness can sometimes make things worse.

She ensures you’re always safe in their post-apocalyptic world. Abby checks your surroundings meticulously, insists on teaching you self-defense, and would sacrifice everything to protect you.

Abby is the kind of partner who will always have your back, whether it’s a dangerous encounter or someone making a rude comment. She doesn’t tolerate disrespect towards you.

Watching her play fetch with a dog like Alice is a sight to behold. If you join in, she’ll grin from ear to ear, clearly smitten with the simple joy of the moment.

She brushes strands of hair out of your face or gently holds your chin to make you look at her when she wants your full attention.

Abby is attentive to your needs. If you’re upset, she won’t always have the right words, but she’ll stay by your side, offering silent comfort or a grounding hand on your shoulder.

Abby’s kisses are slow, purposeful, and full of intensity. At first, she’s gentle, her lips tenderly exploring yours as though she’s savoring the moment. But as the kiss deepens, her confidence takes over, and she becomes more demanding, pressing you against her with a firm grip on your waist.

She’s a fan of long, passionate kisses, often wanting to take her time to feel the connection. However, when she’s feeling playful or needy, she can turn it into something heated quickly.

Abby loves kissing you on your forehead, especially when she’s feeling particularly affectionate or protective. It’s her way of showing she cares without saying it

Your loyalty is something she treasures deeply, as she finds it hard to trust others, but with you, she feels safe to let her guard down.

Abby’s drawn to how you challenge her, whether it’s in casual conversations or in moments of intimacy, always keeping her on her toes and making her think.

She adores the way you show affection, especially when you offer small, tender gestures that demonstrate your care for her, like tracing her scars or offering her a quiet moment to breathe.

Abby’s not shy about leaving marks, especially when she’s feeling possessive or protective. She loves to mark you as hers, a reminder to anyone else that you belong to her.

She can be a little rough with you when she’s particularly heated, biting or sucking on your skin with a sense of urgency. She might even pause to admire the hickeys afterward, a slight smirk on her face as she watches you squirm from the heat (If you’ve been together for a while, Abby might leave little marks in places only the two of you know about, as a private symbol of her affection and control.)

Abby’s dirty talk is rough, no holds barred, and calculated. She’s all about taking control and making you beg for it, and she doesn’t hold back from calling you names or pushing your buttons in all the right ways.

Abby doesn’t give up control easily. She’s a hard dom, and she expects you to follow her lead. It turns her on to see you submit to her

she loves spanking you. It could start slow, just a teasing tap, but it escalates quickly as she sees how much it turns you on. She’ll mark you up, and the sting from the slap on your ass stays with you long after she’s done.

While missionary can feel intimate, Abby likes to switch things up by pinning your wrists above your head and giving you no escape. It’s a perfect position for eye contact, and she enjoys how much control it gives her over your pleasure.

Abby gets off on lifting you, pinning you up against a wall or any available surface. The feeling of holding you up while taking you hard and fast turns her on

Abby isn’t gentle when she uses a strap-on. She goes all in, thrusting deeply, making you take all of it, all while commanding you to take her. She’ll order you to stay still, make you beg, and won’t let you move until she tells you to.

She loves watching you as she fucks you with the strap-on. Seeing your face contort with pleasure, the way you squirm beneath her, and hearing the moans and gasps you can’t hold back only heightens her desire. She’ll often tease you about how desperate you look.

Sometimes, Abby enjoys taking her time, slowly sliding in and out, building the intensity. She’ll alternate between gentle thrusts and hard, punishing ones. She likes to see how much you can handle before she goes faster or harder.

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soleilpinto · 2 days ago

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Hexes and Heartbeats (Ollie Bearman) ִ🪄 ࣪𖤐ִ ࣪

“Don’t flatter yourself, Bearman,”🔮 〜 ⁺ ̥ ＊

Synopsis: Y/N Browning, Slytherin’s top student, and Ollie Bearman, Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain, have always clashed. But when McGonagall pairs them up for a project, their rivalry turns into something unexpected. As they spend more time together, Y/N learns that letting someone in might not be so bad after all.

Genre: Slowburn, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers

AU: Hogwarts!au

Pairing: Ollie Bearman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: If being an asshole is a warning I’m putting that in.

Note: To be completely honest this was a random idea that came up because I was looking for F1 x Harry Potter fics and couldn’t find any, so I made my own? Anyways, I hope you guys nerd out to this because I miss the Hogwarts rabbit hole I used to go through in 2020. As always, don’t forget to like + reblog if you enjoyed!

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered for dinner, their victorious faces beaming from yet another win.

You couldn’t stop the sneer that tugged at your lips when your eyes landed on Ollie Bearman, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

Of course, he was the first to stand up and wave at the crowd, soaking in their adoration like a smug, self-satisfied lion.

Ollie Bearman. The perfect Gryffindor.

Everything about him annoyed you—from his flawless posture to the way he casually tossed his messy brown hair as though it were some kind of trademark move.

He wasn’t just a Quidditch captain, he was the golden boy, the darling of every Gryffindor. His confidence was unshakable, and it rubbed you the wrong way more than you cared to admit.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your dinner, not sparing him another glance. But it wasn’t enough to escape the sound of his laughter as he shared a joke with his teammates, their boisterous voices filling the room.

You hated it.

You hated how effortlessly he commanded attention, how everyone just adored him for no reason other than the fact that he was a Gryffindor. You hated how he walked around like he owned the place.

That was when your friend, Isla, nudged you.

"He's looking at you," she whispered with a mischievous grin.

You narrowed your eyes, knowing exactly who she meant.

Ollie Bearman, no doubt enjoying the fact that you were sitting there fuming over his mere existence.

You didn’t even have to look up—he was probably grinning that cocky grin of his.

“I don’t care,” you muttered, stabbing your fork into your food. “He’s just some Quidditch-obsessed Gryffindor who thinks the world revolves around him.”

“Careful, Y/n," Isla teased, her tone mocking. "You wouldn't want to lose your cool in front of the Quidditch King."

You scoffed, too irritated to respond. Ollie Bearman had somehow managed to turn Quidditch into his entire identity.

He had that perfect, shiny Gryffindor arrogance—an arrogance that made you sick.

Later that evening, you found yourself at the Three Broomsticks with a few friends, attempting to unwind after a long week of academic stress.

You hadn’t expected to see him here. But of course, Ollie Bearman and his teammates stormed in, laughing and talking too loudly for your liking.

They sat at a table near yours, and you had no choice but to overhear the conversation. Ollie’s voice carried through the air, boasting about his latest victory.

“You should’ve seen the look on their faces,” Ollie said, grinning ear to ear. “We were unbeatable today. Another win for Gryffindor!”

The table around him laughed, and your irritation bubbled over. You couldn’t take it anymore.

"Must be nice, winning at a game that involves no real strategy," you called out, your voice cutting through the room.

Isla shot you a look of warning, but it was too late. The challenge had been thrown down.

Ollie’s gaze shifted to you, that familiar, infuriating smirk spreading across his face.

“Well, if it isn’t the Slytherin genius,” he drawled, his voice dripping with that all-too-familiar arrogance. “What’s the matter, couldn’t handle being in second place in the academic race?”

A flare of heat rose to your cheeks, but you didn’t back down.

“At least I don’t think winning a game with a broom makes me important,” you retorted, leaning back in your chair with a challenge in your eyes.

“Perhaps if you spent a little more time in the library and less time with your broomstick, you’d understand how real success works.”

A few of his teammates snickered, but Ollie didn’t miss a beat. He stood up, crossing the room toward you with a confident swagger.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure books are very important in your world,” he said, his grin widening as he leaned casually against your table.

“But in the real world, we have to do things to prove our worth. Not just sit around and read about them.”

You clenched your jaw, your eyes narrowing. “I’d rather be doing something productive than pretending a game about flying on a stick matters. You’d never understand the importance of intellect, Bearman.”

His eyes flashed with amusement, but there was something else there too—something you couldn’t quite place.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we, Browning?”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of sharp words, unspoken challenges, and ever-present tension between you and Ollie.

The rivalry was no longer just about House pride—it had become personal, a battle between two personalities that seemed destined to clash.

The days after the confrontation at the Three Broomsticks felt like a storm was brewing. Every time you crossed paths with Ollie Bearman, that same, infuriating smirk was plastered on his face.

As if you hadn’t already made it clear you couldn’t stand his presence.

You tried your best to ignore him, to focus on your studies and maintaining your position as the top student of your year. But every time you heard his laugh or saw his arrogant grin, the heat of frustration flared up again.

It was a cold afternoon when you found yourself once again in a situation where you had no choice but to deal with Ollie.

Professor McGonagall had just announced that the students of your year were being assigned to work together for an extra-credit project on magical creatures.

The task? Track down and document a rare and dangerous magical beast deep in the Forbidden Forest. The catch? Every pair had to be carefully chosen by the professors—and, of course, in their infinite wisdom, McGonagall had paired you with none other than Ollie Bearman.

You had tried to argue, but McGonagall had simply raised an eyebrow and told you, “This will help you learn how to work with someone outside your usual circle, Miss Browning.”

You had to bite back the sarcastic remark that was already forming on your tongue.

It wasn’t the first time you’d had to work with someone you didn’t like, but it was the first time you’d been forced into a group with Ollie.

When you met him at the edge of the Forbidden Forest the next morning, he was already waiting, leaning casually against a tree, looking like he had absolutely no concerns in the world.

His Gryffindor confidence was on full display, and you could already feel the annoyance bubbling in your stomach.

"Finally decided to show up, Browning?" he teased, pushing off from the tree and smiling like he knew he had won some small victory just by getting there first.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Bearman,” you snapped back, brushing past him without making eye contact. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He smirked, but for once, it wasn’t filled with that usual arrogance. There was something else in his eyes—something more playful, like he was daring you to rise to the challenge.

“I’m just here for the creature,” he said, “but I have to admit, working with you might make this a little more interesting.”

You turned to face him, glaring. “Let’s just get one thing clear. If you get in my way, Bearman, I will leave you here. I don’t need some Quidditch-obsessed Gryffindor to get this job done.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your defiance.

“You sure about that? I seem to recall your strategy didn’t go so well in the last encounter with a magical creature. Maybe you could use my help after all.”

Your teeth clenched. You remembered that disastrous incident in the classroom last week when Ollie had pointed out, in front of the whole class, that your spell had backfired, causing your potion to explode. He had never let you forget it, using it as ammunition in every argument ever since.

“You really are full of yourself,” you muttered under your breath, but Ollie seemed to enjoy pushing your buttons.

“Only because I know I’m better than you,” he shot back, his grin widening as you shot him a glare.

With no other choice, you set off into the woods, Ollie following closely behind, still full of his usual swagger.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere grew more oppressive, the shadows from the tall trees stretching across the path, thickening with every step.

You could hear the distant rustling of magical creatures in the underbrush, but Ollie seemed oblivious, happily whistling as though he was on a leisurely walk in the park.

“Stay focused,” you snapped, reaching for your wand. “This isn’t a game, Ollie.”

He finally stopped whistling, giving you a mock salute. “Aye, captain.”

You bit back a retort, knowing that any attempt to argue would only fuel his insufferable attitude. But despite your frustration, there was a small part of you that begrudgingly admired how easily he navigated the forest.

It was clear he had an innate sense of bravery, charging forward with little fear of the dangers lurking behind every tree.

Suddenly, a rustling sound interrupted your thoughts. You immediately raised your wand, ready for whatever creature might appear. But Ollie’s reaction was even quicker.

He darted ahead, using his quick reflexes to grab something darting out of the brush before you could cast a spell.

In a fluid motion, he captured a small, silver-winged creature in his hand, holding it out to you with a grin.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You blinked, stunned for a moment.

The creature he held was delicate, shimmering with magical energy. It was a rare species you had studied in class, but had never seen in person.

For a brief moment, you felt something other than annoyance toward Ollie. He had done something impressive. Something that actually required skill.

It wasn’t enough to erase all the bitterness you felt toward him, but it was a crack in the armor of your dislike.

“You’re not as useless as I thought,” you muttered, lowering your wand, though your tone was still clipped.

Ollie gave a soft laugh. “I can be more than just a Quidditch captain, you know. I do have a bit of brain in this head.”

You shot him a skeptical glance, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Don’t get cocky, Bearman. We still have a long way to go.”

The journey continued with more shared silences and subtle exchanges of respect. Neither of you was willing to admit it, but something was shifting—an uneasy truce beginning to form as you ventured deeper into the forest, side by side.

As the day stretched on, and the deeper you and Ollie ventured into the Forbidden Forest, the more you realized just how much you were beginning to notice him.

Every sharp turn he made, every instinctual move to keep you safe—whether it was spotting a dangerous creature or grabbing your arm to pull you out of harm’s way—you couldn’t deny that there was more to Ollie Bearman than the smug Gryffindor captain you had loathed for years.

It made you uncomfortable, to be honest. You had built an entire narrative in your head about who Ollie was: arrogant, reckless, and obsessed with Quidditch.

But seeing him here, out in the wild, working as a team with you—granted, begrudgingly—you realized that you hadn’t really seen him at all.

“So,” Ollie began, breaking the silence, “what do you actually think of Quidditch, then? I know you think it’s pointless, but I’m curious. If you were the captain, what would you change?”

You turned to look at him, surprised at the question. It wasn’t like Ollie to ask about your opinion unless it involved him somehow proving he was better than you.

Still, you could see a shift in the way he looked at you—a more curious, thoughtful gaze.

“I think Quidditch is just a distraction,” you said, your voice guarded.

“It’s just... a game. People treat it like it’s the most important thing in the world, but at the end of the day, it’s just about winning and losing. There’s no real value in it beyond that.”

Ollie’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t seem angry. Instead, there was a spark of interest in his expression.

“So you think there’s no skill involved? That I’m just some distracted player?”

“No,” you corrected quickly, shaking your head.

“I didn’t say that. There’s skill, of course, but I don’t think it’s worth putting everything into. There’s more to life than flying on a broomstick and chasing a ball around.”

Ollie stopped walking, and for a moment, he was silent, almost as if he was processing your words.

You glanced over your shoulder, but his eyes were fixed on the ground, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The forest felt strangely still around you, the usual rustling of leaves replaced by the weight of the moment.

“You know,” Ollie finally said, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “sometimes I think you’re a little bit too serious for your own good. But I get it. You’re a Slytherin. You’re supposed to think everything else is beneath you.”

You bristled at his words. “I don’t think anything is beneath me. I just know what I want, and I don’t waste time on things that won’t get me anywhere.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your defensiveness. “Is that why you’re so... intense? So determined to always be the best at everything?”

The question hit a little too close to home.

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

Ollie chuckled, that easy, carefree laugh that always seemed to get under your skin.

“Fine, fine. But you know, if you ever decided to relax a little... maybe you’d see there’s more to life than books and grades.”

You shot him a sharp look. “And maybe if you focused on something other than Quidditch, you’d realize there’s more to the world than winning games.”

Ollie’s smile faltered just a bit, but it was enough for you to notice. He took a deep breath, eyes scanning the forest around you, and then gave you a sideways glance.

“Well, I guess we’re both just trying to prove we’re right about something,” he said softly, his tone a little less playful than before.

“Maybe that’s what makes us so similar.”

You blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, still walking, but there was an odd sense of understanding in the way he held himself now.

“We both care too much about proving ourselves. You do it with your studies, I do it with Quidditch. We both put so much into what we’re passionate about... maybe that’s why we clash so much.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Part of you wanted to argue, to maintain the rivalry that had always defined your relationship, but another part of you—the part that had seen Ollie’s vulnerability for the first time—wanted to admit that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

Before you could say anything, a loud, eerie screech echoed from deeper within the forest.

The sound was enough to make your heart skip a beat, and Ollie’s expression shifted instantly into something more serious, more focused.

“That’s our cue,” he said, his voice now all business. “Stay close. It sounds like the creature we’re after.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of action. You and Ollie worked seamlessly together, your skills complementing each other in ways you hadn’t expected.

He was quick on his feet, fearless in the face of danger, while you used your knowledge of magical creatures to help guide your strategy.

There was a trust that had developed between you during the hunt, one that neither of you would acknowledge aloud, but it was there all the same.

When you finally managed to capture the rare creature and return to the castle, both of you were exhausted but victorious.

It was a rare moment of quiet between the two of you, standing just outside the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, the last of the evening light filtering through the trees.

Ollie turned to you, his gaze softer than you were used to. “Not bad, Browning. You might not be as insufferable as I thought.”

You smirked, still unwilling to admit how much you had come to respect him.

“You were all right too, Bearman. For a Gryffindor.”

He chuckled, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “Guess you’ll just have to keep finding out how much more all right I can be.”

Your heart skipped in spite of yourself. It was infuriating, how easily Ollie seemed to get under your skin now.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the strange warmth in his voice, but something had shifted between the two of you.

And for the first time, you found yourself wondering—just for a second—if there was more to Ollie Bearman than just a Quidditch captain.

It had been a week since the Forbidden Forest trip, and the dynamic between you and Ollie had changed in ways you couldn’t quite explain.

While you were still far from friends, there was an undeniable shift. The tension that had once been a sharp, uncomfortable friction had softened into something that, though still fiery, was less about animosity and more about... understanding.

You found yourself meeting Ollie’s gaze more often than you cared to admit, and not in the usual confrontational way.

It was as if there was a silent acknowledgment between the two of you—the rivalry was still there, but it was starting to feel more like a game than a battle. And while you hated to admit it, you found yourself appreciating his quick reflexes, his unwavering determination.

He was more than just a Quidditch captain. He was actually... smart. Annoyingly smart.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Isla, your closest friend, cornered you in the library one afternoon, her eyes gleaming with the kind of curiosity you knew all too well.

"So," she began, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, "I’ve noticed something."

You looked up from your textbook, already feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "What are you talking about?"

"Don’t play coy with me," Isla teased, leaning in conspiratorially. "You and Ollie Bearman. Something’s... happening, isn’t it?"

You froze, the quill in your hand suddenly still. "What? No. I—" You stammered, trying to find an excuse.

"He’s just—he’s a Gryffindor. We’re working on a project together. That’s it."

Isla raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other during dinner. You can cut the tension with a knife."

You leaned back in your chair, trying to collect yourself. "Isla, you’re imagining things. There’s nothing happening between us."

“Nothing, huh?” Isla’s grin widened, and she sat down beside you. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’re not exactly hating him as much as you used to.”

You glanced around the library nervously. What if someone overheard? What if Ollie had been talking about the trip? What if your friends noticed the shift in your dynamic?

"Fine," you muttered, a bit too defensively. "Maybe he’s... not as bad as I thought."

Isla’s eyes lit up, and she leaned in even closer. "Ah, so there is something going on. I knew it!"

You scowled, pushing your book aside. "There’s nothing going on," you repeated firmly, though your tone lacked the conviction you had hoped for.

Before she could push any further, you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind you.

You turned just in time to see Ollie himself walking through the library doors, his usual grin plastered across his face as he waved at you.

“Hey, Browning,” he called out in his typical teasing tone, strolling up to your table. “You surviving this mind-numbing assignment?”

Your heart skipped a beat. It had only been a few minutes since you had been talking about him with Isla, and now here he was, acting like everything was perfectly normal.

You glared at him, but there was a strange warmth behind your annoyance.

“I was,” you said coolly, “until you interrupted me. What do you want?”

Ollie smirked, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.

“Just thought I’d remind you that we’re meeting for the next part of our project later. Don’t forget. You know, it’s important to show up on time if you want to get the extra credit.”

You rolled your eyes, but something in his tone made you want to snap back with a witty retort.

"I won’t forget, Bearman. I’m not the one who’s too busy playing Quidditch to focus on anything else."

Ollie chuckled, clearly amused, and winked at you before turning to leave. "See you later, Browning. Try not to fall asleep on me, yeah?"

As soon as he was out of earshot, Isla grinned at you like a Cheshire cat. "Oh, it’s definitely happening."

You groaned and dropped your head onto your arms. “Can’t you just drop it already?”

Isla just laughed, her voice barely a whisper.

“I know you better than anyone, and something’s definitely changed. The way you two talk to each other? It’s not the same as before. Trust me, you’re not fooling anyone.”

The rest of the week seemed to drag on. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Ollie was always just a little too close—whether it was in the library, during classes, or even in the hallways after dinner.

It was as if your interactions with him were becoming less about the rivalry and more about something else entirely. Something confusing and... undeniably thrilling.

Then came the day when everything started to unravel.

You were heading to the Quidditch pitch with Isla after lunch when you ran into a couple of Ollie’s teammates, and much to your surprise, they didn’t give you the usual hostile treatment they reserved for Slytherins. Instead, they greeted you with an odd mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Hey, Y/N,” one of them, Emma, said with a smile. “How’s the project going with Ollie? We’ve been hearing rumors that you two are getting along better than expected.”

You froze, unsure how to respond. Rumors?

“Yeah,” another teammate, Alex, chimed in. “It’s kind of hard to ignore how you two have been looking at each other lately. You two might actually make a decent team after all.”

Before you could stop yourself, your face flushed bright red, and Isla’s snicker didn’t help.

“What exactly are you all implying?” you demanded, though your voice trembled slightly.

Emma raised her hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no need to bite our heads off. We’re just saying, you two don’t hate each other as much as you used to. You’re practically friends now. Or whatever this is.”

You couldn’t meet their eyes as you quickly excused yourself, your mind racing with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.

Were people really starting to notice? Were you actually starting to... like Ollie Bearman?

Isla shot you a knowing look as you walked away, and you knew you couldn’t hide the truth from her—or yourself—any longer.

The days after the encounter with Ollie’s teammates were a blur. It felt like everyone in school had caught wind of the fact that you and Ollie were spending more time together.

Even though it wasn’t true that you two were “friends,” it was starting to feel like something was changing.

The constant teasing from Isla and your classmates was starting to wear on you, but what bothered you the most was how often Ollie seemed to pop into your thoughts when you weren’t expecting it.

You could handle Isla’s teasing. She was your friend, after all. But it was Ollie’s subtle hints, the small gestures that seemed almost too thoughtful, that kept you off-balance.

Like when he saved you a seat at the Gryffindor table during dinner because your houses table was full or when he offered you his notes after class, claiming he had taken "extra care" to write neatly because he knew you’d appreciate it.

But you didn’t need to think about it. You had a reputation to maintain, and Ollie Bearman wasn’t someone you needed to be distracted by.

Still, every time you crossed paths with him, you couldn’t help but feel that strange flutter in your chest.

One evening, as the hectic exam season drew to a close, you found yourself walking down the hall toward the Slytherin dungeons, your mind occupied with thoughts of an upcoming project.

You hadn’t expected to run into Ollie that night. The hallways were unusually quiet, the only sound being the faint echo of footsteps on stone. But then you saw him.

Ollie was leaning against the wall just outside the entrance of your common room, his eyes scanning the hall with a kind of distracted look.

When he noticed you, though, his face lit up, and that familiar grin appeared.

“Y/N,” he greeted casually, though there was something different in the way he said your name this time. More familiar, less teasing.

You paused for a second, almost instinctively pushing your hair behind your ear. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he replied without skipping a beat, his tone light but his eyes earnest.

“I was hoping we could talk.” You raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “Talk? About what?”

“About... us, I guess,” Ollie said, shifting slightly as though trying to find the right words.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately despite us being partners, and I get it. We’re not exactly the best of friends, but... well, I’m starting to think there’s something here.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Something here? What are you talking about?”

Ollie pushed off the wall and took a step closer. You felt your pulse quicken, but you weren’t sure if it was from irritation or something else entirely.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he continued, the words spilling out more earnestly now.

“For the longest time, I thought you were just some Slytherin who hated everything I stood for—Quidditch, Gryffindor pride, all of it. But recently, I’ve started to see... I’ve started to see you differently.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Your mind raced. See you differently? What did that mean?

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” Ollie continued, his gaze not leaving yours.

“How we’ve spent all this time bickering, but when it comes down to it, you’re actually—” he paused, searching for the words “—you’re actually kind of incredible. You’re clever, driven, and... I don’t know, I can’t stop thinking about how you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat, but you weren’t ready to admit anything.

Not yet. Not with Ollie Bearman, of all people.

“You’re just saying that because you think I’ll help you pass the next exam, right?” you tried, your voice betraying more uncertainty than you wanted.

But Ollie shook his head, his expression serious now, and you could see the honesty in his eyes.

“No, that’s not it. This is... this is me. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I realized that I like being around you. I’m not saying it’s easy, but I think I’ve started to care about you in a way I didn’t expect.”

Your chest tightened. “Ollie...”

“I don’t know what this is, Y/N,” Ollie said, running a hand through his hair. “I just... I don’t want to pretend it’s not there anymore. I’m tired of pretending you’re just some annoying Slytherin I have to tolerate.”

You blinked, caught in the weight of his words. It felt like your world had shifted under your feet.

You had spent so much time hating him, convincing yourself that nothing could ever come of your rivalry. But now, standing in front of him, you realized how much of that was self-preservation.

How much of it was denial.

“Are you... saying what I think you’re saying?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ollie stepped closer, his voice low. “I don’t know what you think I’m saying, but I think I’m saying that I want to find out what could happen between us. If you’re willing to take the chance.”

The hallway felt suddenly smaller, the walls closing in on you as your thoughts collided with each other.

You wanted to resist. You wanted to shout at him and remind him that nothing could ever happen between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. That your lives had always been dictated by competition, by rivalry.

But as you looked into Ollie’s eyes, the one thing that was undeniable was how real the emotion was in his gaze. How much he meant it.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” you asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I am,” he said quietly, his eyes not leaving yours.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The tension hung heavy between you, neither of you daring to break the silence, yet somehow it felt like everything was finally coming into focus.

You took a deep breath, swallowing the uncertainty. Maybe it was time to let go of all the reasons you had built up to keep him at arm’s length. Maybe there was something worth exploring here after all.

“Alright,” you said finally, your voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart. “I’m willing to see where this goes. But you have to understand something, Ollie. I’m not going to make this easy for you.”

Ollie grinned, his playful side creeping back into his expression. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You took another breath, feeling the weight of the decision settle on your shoulders. But for the first time in weeks, you felt a strange sense of anticipation, a spark of something that had been there all along but was only now beginning to surface.

Something had shifted since Ollie’s confession, and while nothing had officially been said about your “status,” there was a new air of familiarity between you.

He no longer teased you with the same sharp edges, and his glances felt warmer, less challenging.

You couldn’t deny it: there was something comforting about the way he had started treating you—not like an opponent, but like someone he genuinely cared about.

Still, the adjustment wasn’t easy for you.

Slytherins weren’t exactly known for public displays of affection, and Gryffindors like Ollie seemed to have no problem making their intentions known to the entire school.

Which was why, when Ollie showed up outside your Potions class one afternoon, leaning casually against the wall in his Quidditch robes, you nearly froze in your tracks.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, keeping your voice low as your classmates filtered out of the classroom, all of them throwing curious looks your way.

Isla, walking beside you, stifled a laugh behind her hand.

“Waiting for you, obviously,” Ollie said with that signature grin of his. “I thought we could walk to lunch together.”

You glanced around nervously, painfully aware of how many eyes were on you.

“Ollie, this is a Slytherin corridor. You’re not exactly... welcome, here.”

“Good thing I’m not afraid of Slytherins,” he replied breezily. “Come on, Y/N, it’s just lunch.”

Isla shot you a knowing look. “Oh, I don’t mind. This is fascinating. Please, by all means, walk her to lunch, Gryffindor hero.”

You shot her a glare before turning back to Ollie. “Fine. But don’t expect this to become a habit.”

Ollie’s grin widened. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As the two of you walked side by side through the bustling hallways, the whispers were impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t every day that the Gryffindor Quidditch captain was seen escorting the top Slytherin student through the castle.

You could feel your face heat up with every passing glance.

By the time you reached the Great Hall, you were ready to sprint to your table just to escape the scrutiny. But Ollie, completely unbothered, placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Relax, Y/N,” he said softly. “They’ll get over it.”

“You don’t get it,” you muttered, your voice barely audible. “People are going to talk. They’ll think I’ve gone soft. I’m not used to... this.”

Ollie stopped walking, turning to face you. His hazel eyes were calm, steady.

“Hey,” he said, his tone gentle. “I know this is new. I know it’s not easy for you. But you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Not to your friends, not to your house, not to me. Just... be yourself. That’s all I want.”

You hesitated, his words sinking in. For someone so brash and confident, he had a way of making you feel seen in a way you hadn’t expected. Slowly, you nodded.

“Alright. But if anyone asks, I’m still your rival.”

Ollie chuckled. “Deal.”

At that moment, a familiar voice interrupted. “What’s this?”

You turned to see Arvid Lindblad and Kimi Antonelli approaching, both wearing amused expressions.

Arvid, a Hufflepuff with a mischievous streak, crossed his arms. “Bearman, are you seriously ditching us for your Slytherin rival?”

Kimi, a Ravenclaw whose sharp mind matched his dry sense of humor, raised an eyebrow. “This is... unexpected.”

Ollie grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders with zero hesitation. “What can I say? She’s growing on me.”

You immediately ducked out from under his arm, your face burning. “Don’t push it, Bearman.”

Arvid burst out laughing. “Oh, this is great. I can’t wait to tell the rest of the team.”

“Don’t you dare,” Ollie warned, though he was still smiling.

From the Slytherin table, your friends, Isla and Hayley watched the scene unfold, their faces split into identical grins.

“You owe me five Galleons,” Hayley said smugly.

Isla groaned, fishing the coins out of her pocket. “Fine, but I still say she’s going to hex him eventually.”

By the time you and Ollie reached the Gryffindor table, you were convinced that everyone in the castle had seen you together. But as Ollie sat down beside you, his easy confidence never faltering, you realized something: you didn’t mind as much as you thought you would.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

After a few months of seeing Ollie, the day of the highly anticipated Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match arrived, and the castle buzzed with excitement.

The rivalry between the houses was infamous, and the stands were packed with students decked out in their respective house colors.

Green and silver banners clashed with scarlet and gold as chants echoed through the stadium.

You sat in the Slytherin stands, arms crossed, trying to ignore the pang of nerves bubbling in your chest.

Isla nudged you, smirking. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re rooting for Gryffindor today.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you snapped, though your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the field where Ollie was leading his team through warm-ups. His movements were precise, commanding, and frustratingly confident.

Focus, you told yourself. He’s your rival, and Gryffindor needs to lose.

As Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the match began in a frenzy of motion.

The Gryffindor Chasers darted through the air, their passes quick and seamless, but Slytherin’s Keeper was on form, blocking their shots with ease.

You found yourself gripping the edge of your seat, every play pulling you further into the match.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that the tension really exploded.

Ollie, playing as Gryffindor’s Seeker, was locked in a tight race with the Slytherin Seeker, each of them diving after the Snitch.

The crowd roared as the two streaked through the sky, narrowly avoiding collisions with the other players.

“Come on, Ollie!” Arvid’s voice carried from the Hufflepuff stands, and you winced despite yourself. Don’t mess this up, you thought.

Then it happened. A Slytherin Beater sent a Bludger hurtling toward Ollie at a dangerous speed.

You watched in horror as he barely managed to dodge, his broom wobbling for a moment before he righted himself. But the distraction was enough—the Slytherin Seeker had gained the upper hand.

“No!” you gasped, earning a smirk from Isla.

“Interesting reaction for someone who’s supposed to be cheering for Slytherin,” she teased.

You scowled, but before you could reply, the Snitch was spotted again. This time, Ollie was faster.

He leaned forward on his broom, the determination on his face clear even from your spot in the stands.

The Slytherin Seeker was close behind, but Ollie’s outstretched hand closed around the Snitch just seconds before they collided.

The stadium erupted in cheers and groans.

Gryffindor had won.

As the teams landed, the Gryffindor players rushed to Ollie, lifting him onto their shoulders in celebration.

You stayed seated, watching as he grinned and held the Snitch aloft. The sight filled you with equal parts annoyance and something you couldn’t quite name.

When the crowd began to disperse, you made your way back toward the castle, hoping to avoid the inevitable gloating. But before you could slip away, a familiar voice called out behind you.

“Y/N! Wait up!”

You turned to see Ollie jogging toward you, still in his Quidditch robes and looking infuriatingly triumphant.

“What do you want, Bearman?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“To talk,” he said, falling into step beside you. “You don’t look too happy for someone who just witnessed an incredible game.”

“Why would I be happy? My house lost,” you pointed out, though your tone lacked its usual bite.

Ollie smirked. “Come on, I saw you watching me. You can admit it—I was pretty impressive out there.”

“You were reckless,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “That Bludger nearly took you out.”

He shrugged. “Part of the game. Besides, I knew you’d be worried about me.”

“I wasn’t worried about you,” you lied, your cheeks heating up.

Ollie stopped walking, turning to face you with that annoyingly confident smile. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but his expression softened, and he stepped closer.

“Look, I know this whole... thing between us is new. And I know you’re still figuring it out. But for what it’s worth, having you there today? It meant something. Even if you were secretly hoping I’d lose.”

You hesitated, the sincerity in his voice catching you off guard.

“I wasn’t hoping you’d lose,” you admitted quietly. “I just... didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face before it melted into a warm smile. “See? You do care.”

“Don’t push it, Bearman,” you muttered, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Ollie grinned, falling back into step beside you. “Alright, I won’t. For now.”

As the two of you walked toward the castle, the tension of the match faded into the background, replaced by something softer, something that felt almost... natural. And though you wouldn’t admit it out loud, you were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind having Ollie Bearman by your side.

Epilogue:

The days when you and Ollie were sworn rivals felt like a lifetime ago, though the memory of your endless bickering still brought a smirk to your face.

Somehow, against all odds, you’d gone from exchanging biting remarks in the hallways to sharing late-night conversations by the fire.

It wasn’t a change you’d ever expected—or even wanted—but it was one you couldn’t imagine undoing.

Your dynamic hadn’t exactly mellowed.

You were still Y/N Browning, Slytherin’s top student, sharp-tongued and fiercely independent. And Ollie was still Ollie Bearman, Gryffindor’s golden boy with that infuriatingly confident grin.

The difference now was that the teasing carried a warmth it never had before, and the rivalry had softened into something that only strengthened your bond.

Take today, for example.

The castle was buzzing with activity as students bustled through the corridors, preparing for their final exams.

You were perched at a table in the library, surrounded by stacks of books and meticulously written notes.

The air smelled faintly of parchment and ink, a comforting sort of chaos that you thrived in.

“Still studying?” Ollie’s voice broke through the quiet, his tone laced with mock exasperation.

You glanced up to see him leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his Gryffindor scarf askew and his hair as messy as ever.

“What does it look like, Bearman?” you quipped, returning your attention to your notes. “Not all of us can wing it and still pass.”

“Hey, I don’t wing it,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. “I’m just naturally brilliant.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “You’re naturally lucky, which is not the same thing.”

“And you’re naturally stubborn,” he countered, reaching across the table to pluck one of your notes from the pile. “Come on, Y/N. Take a break. You’ve been at this for hours.”

“I can’t afford to take a break,” you said firmly, snatching the note back. “Unlike you, I have standards to maintain.”

Ollie chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I know. That’s one of the things I like about you. But you’re allowed to breathe, you know. Even Slytherin’s top student can take fifteen minutes to eat a chocolate frog.”

You sighed, finally setting your quill down and meeting his gaze.

His hazel eyes were steady, the teasing light in them replaced with something softer. You hated how easily he could do that—disarm you with a look.

“Fine,” you relented. “Fifteen minutes. But if my grades suffer, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take the risk,” he said with a grin, pulling a small package from his bag and sliding it across the table. It was a chocolate frog, just as he’d promised.

You took it reluctantly, your lips twitching upward despite yourself. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he said, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you open the wrapper.

Moments like these had become your new normal. He knew when to push and when to step back, and you were learning to let your guard down—at least for him.

You were still fiercely independent, still determined to prove yourself to the world. But with Ollie, you didn’t feel the need to constantly defend your place.

He saw you, respected you, and never tried to change you.

It wasn’t always easy. There were still moments when you snapped at him or bristled at his easygoing nature, and there were times when his relentless optimism made you want to scream. But somehow, those differences only made your connection stronger.

He challenged you in a way no one else could, and you liked to think you kept him grounded.

Your friends had grown used to the sight of you two together, though the teasing hadn’t stopped.

Isla called him your “Gryffindor puppy,” and Arvid had taken to mimicking Ollie’s voice whenever you defended him.

Even Kimi, with his usual deadpan humor, had joked about how the universe might implode from the sheer improbability of your relationship.

But you didn’t mind. Because at the end of the day, when the library emptied and the castle grew quiet, it was Ollie who walked you back to the Slytherin common room.

It was Ollie who stayed up with you during late-night study sessions, bringing snacks and pretending to care about your advanced Arithmancy notes.

It was Ollie who, somehow, had become the one person you didn’t mind letting in. And as you sat across from him now, watching him steal one of your notes and grin when you scolded him, you realized something important.

You hadn’t changed for Ollie Bearman. You were still yourself—strong, driven, and fiercely Slytherin.

But you had softened for him, in a way that felt like growing rather than shrinking. And for once, you didn’t mind letting someone see the cracks in your armor.

“Alright, Bearman,” you said, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. “You win. I’ll take a break.”

Ollie’s grin widened. “Finally. I thought I’d have to resort to drastic measures.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, though your voice was lighter now.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his gaze warm.

And just like that, the world felt a little brighter.

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joemama-2 · 2 days ago

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wc: 1098

“Hey,” you hear from beside you. Your head swivels to your left, immediately spotting the bright grin the pink-haired man sports beside you. Head tilted slightly and leaning against the bar top by his forearm. You spare a brief glance at it, noticing the veins that run up along his flesh, the hint of muscles that peek out from beneath his white shirt. “You all by yourself?” He asks in a friendly tone, getting himself comfortable in the seat next to you.

On instinct, you want to decline. However, it’s a Saturday night, you’re at a bar, a little tipsy…so where’s the fun in that? “Maybe.”

He chuckles, his eyes fixated on your features. Almost too fixated, like he’s actively forcing himself not to look anywhere else. (The way your ass perks out from the way you’re sitting; that dress doing nothing to hide it) “Maybe. Does that mean I can stay?”

“Depends.” You swivel the remnants left of your drink in your glass.

“On?”

“If you make it worth my while.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, but his grin widens, revealing a dimple that only adds to the charm of his boyish features. His honey eyes exhibiting a tiny gleam from beneath the dimmed lighting. “Guess I better start working for it, then.” He straightens, gesturing to the bartender with a casual wave. “Another for me, and…” He pauses, tilting his head toward your glass. “Whatever the pretty woman here is drinking.”

The bartender nods, already turning to prepare your order, and Yuji swivels his body to face you fully, resting his elbow on the bar. “Alright,” he says, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the countertop. “What does ‘worth your while’ mean, exactly? Drinks, conversation, bad pick-up lines?”

You hum thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over. “Well, you’re off to a decent start. But I don’t think a drink’s going to cut it.”

“Oh, I see.” He leans in just slightly, enough that you catch the faint scent of his cologne—something clean and fresh, like citrus with a hint of spice. You feel a familiar warmth pool in your gut, having to hold your body back from instinctively leaning in. “You’re the type who needs to be impressed. Alright, fair enough. Let’s skip the small talk, then.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”

He grins, a mischievous sparkle lighting up his eyes. “Well, I could tell you I saved a cat from a tree once, but that’d be too cliché, right? Or that I know how to make a killer pancake from scratch.”

Your lips twitch as you try to stifle a laugh. His humor feels enticing and intimate. “And you think pancakes are impressive?”

“Only when you’re craving them,” he says, his voice dropping just enough to suggest he’s enjoying this far too much. “And trust me, I make the best pancakes.”

The drink arrives in front of you, and you take a slow sip, letting his words linger. “Alright, pancake master,” you say finally, setting your glass down. “Consider me intrigued. But I’ll warn you now—flattery’s not going to work on me.”

“Oh, I’m not flattering you.” He smiles, leaning back with an easy confidence that feels entirely unforced. “I’m just stating facts. But if you’re intrigued…” He shrugs lightly, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of determination. “I must be doing something right.”

“Or I’m just being nice and humoring you,” you add on, lifting the glass to your pink lips. His gaze is laser focused on the action, watching you tilt your head back and shift your eyes closed. Seeing your throat bob up once and then back down as you consume the burning liquid. Darting his tongue out to run across his lower lip, clearing his throat subtly and shifting in his seat.

His awkwardness is cute, you think to yourself.

“That’s fine too. I don’t mind.” He ends up saying, resting his cheek against his palm and ignoring the heat that crawls up his neck.

For some reason now, you’re looking at him in a different light. His cologne is pulling you more in by the second, his casual, confident demeanor that’s not too cocky, his spiky hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it, and the way his hand is itching closer to yours. He’s wearing a thin, gold chain around his neck that coincidentally houses a small charm of your first initial.

Huh.

“What’s your name, pretty?” He asks, voice tilting in a curious manner.

You find yourself instantly obeying, telling him your name. The alcohol you’ve consumed is making your skin feel flushed, or maybe it’s the way his smile grows more genuine, his thick fingers gently running over your smaller ones. Weaving them together before feeling across your rigid knuckles. “You know, that happens to be my favorite word.”

“What is?” Your head tilts, turning your hand the other way so he could massage the lines of your palm.

“Your name.”

The laugh that falls from your lips is automatic. “Cheesy.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with cheesy?”

Pulling your hand away, you stand up from your barstool. Overestimating yourself because as soon as your feet hit the hard floor, you’re feeling your body sway backwards. The man works quickly, faster than you could react. Strong arm wrapping around your waist, keeping you tethered to his chest. He looks down at you, eyes flashing with concern.

You’re meeting his stare, the intoxicating scent of his feels more invading than before. But you’re welcoming it this time, head tilting up to nose at the side of his neck. All the while he’s silently bending his head down so you could get a better sniff, smiling to himself with the tip of your nose pokes at a sensitive spot.

After a couple seconds, your arms wrap around his neck. “God, I told you not to wear this. You know what it does to me.”

He laughs in your ear, pulling his other arm around your waist. “It’s not my fault, you know I love Sauvage.” You grumble as he leads you away from the bar, over to a booth. “So, you lost.”

“Shut up.”

He pulls you down to his lap, tapping lightly at your ass then squeezing, now taking the time to admire your assets shamelessly. “What? It’s true.”

“You almost lost. I saw it in your eyes.” You tell him, lips pulling down into a frown.

He leans forward slightly and places a quick kiss to them. “You know I can’t help it. Your ass is a siren’s call to me. Can I bite—”

“No.”

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yuikomorii · 2 days ago

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AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 3

// Sorry for the delay; I had some things to take care of, so I couldn’t focus on writing the fanfic. But~, I finally finished the 3rd chapter and even started working on the 4th one… ohoho, that one’s going to be interesting. 👀

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Place: Rejet Labels building

Ayato: A hotel, huh? Well… whatever they will make us do there, it can’t be that bad, right?

Subaru: Dunno about you, man, but as soon as I know I’m being filmed, I’m pretty much doomed to mess it up.

So yeah, it actually is that bad for me!

Ayato: Haa… relax a little, will you?

At least you’re not going to be stuck on the farm like the Hyung line. If you think working at the hotel sucks, imagine milking cows in the middle of a mud pit!

Subaru: Eww! G-Gross!

Ayato: Yeah, exactly! So, quit whining!

Subaru: Heh, I gotta wonder how they even convinced Reiji to go there. Knowing him, he wouldn’t last five minutes in a place like that!

Ayato: I bet the manager kept the farm thing a secret. If Shu knew, he would have faked being sick in a heartbeat!

— someone spies on them —

???: Hmm…

Kanato: Laito, what on earth are you doing?

— Laito flinches —

Laito: Oh my…— Kanato-kun, didn’t your parents teach you about not interrupting people when they’re in the middle of something~?

Kanato: Well, I’m sure your parents made it very clear that spying on people isn’t appropriate either, but here you are, completely ignoring that little life lesson.

Laito: Nfu, touché.

Kanato: Now tell me, what is this all about?

Laito: Nothing important~. I’m just trying to figure something out.

Kanato-kun, don’t you think Ayato-kun has been acting a bit… different lately?

Kanato: That depends. What exactly do you mean by "different"?

Laito: Isn’t it obvious? It feels like he started ignoring me.

Kanato: That might just be your imagination.

Laito: Hmm… Something still doesn’t sit right with me.

Kanato: If this is causing you so much concern, it would be best to ask Ayato directly what’s going on with him.

— rolls eyes —

Laito: ( You don’t get it. )

Place: Hotel

Co-worker 1: They’re on their way!!

Co-worker 2: Someone, pinch me! I’m about to faint!

Yui’s monologue

Today is the big day!

The hotel staff has been working tirelessly ever since they got wind of the idol announcement.

They’ve been running around, handling everything with meticulous attention to detail, so as to make sure that everything runs smoothly.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve only been in Tokyo for less than a week, and now I’m about to meet two members of one of the biggest groups at the moment.

It somehow feels surreal…!

Although, I really do wish Hana-san could be here as well… She’s the one who deserves to see Ayato-san in person more than I do. But, I suppose there’s nothing that can be done about it.

For this reason, I genuinely hope I’ll be able to get that autograph for her.

Receptionist: This is bad, this is really bad!

Yui: …!

Did something happen?

Receptionist: Unfortunately, yes! Our porter fell down the stairs while getting ready and broke his ankle.

He won’t be able to come in today, and with all positions already filled, it will be impossible to find a replacement!

Yui: Oh no… That’s awful!

( Everyone has put in so much effort to make this day perfect, and it’s just so unfair for something like this to happen out of nowhere! )

But... is there really no one available to pick the luggage and take the boys to their rooms? I don’t think it would take too much time, and the person could easily get back to their usual tasks afterward. Surely someone can step in, right…?

Receptionists: If you’re so confident about that, why don’t you volunteer then?

Wait— That’s it! You could totally do that!

Yui: M-Me!?

( This is not the way I was going for! )

Receptionists: Exactly!

You're a work-exchange girl, right? Your role in these tasks isn’t as crucial as an actual employee’s, therefore your presence isn’t that essential.

That means you could skip whatever task you're doing and step in as the porter today before anyone even notices!

Yui: ( Did I just get called ‘useless’ indirectly? )

I… I would love to help in this situation, but, I’m sorry, I’m not qualified enough for such a job.

( I doubt I would be able to carry the luggage to begin with. Who knows how heavy they are with everything packed inside? )

Receptionists: I beg you, Komori-san!

If you’re worried about whether a girl can handle it, these boys will just stay until tomorrow. They most likely won’t have a lot with them.

Yui: Uuh…

( If it’s just for one day… )

— sighs —

Alright, I accept.

Receptionist: Thank you… Thank you so much!

If there’s any way I can repay you for this, just let me know!

Yui: Ah, there’s no need to. I know you’ve all been working hard for this, so it’s the least I can do.

Receptionist: Well, on a positive note, you'll be the one leading the boys to their rooms, which definitely makes you luckier than the rest of us.

I think this experience alone is rewarding enough, fufu.

Yui: …!

( Wait, I hadn’t really thought about it like that— This will be the closest anyone in the hotel gets to them today, won’t it? )

( I know I should be excited about it, especially since I’ll be able to ask for that autograph for Hana-san, but... ah, I’m feeling so nervous all of a sudden! )

Receptionist: ( The limo arrived! )

Komori-san, go to the hallway!

The driver will soon bring their luggage there, where you’ll have to wait for them. Once they enter, the hallway entrance will automatically close, and then the three of you will head towards their room.

— lends her keys —

I hope the instructions were clear enough. Good luck!

— Yui nods and quickly leaves —

Place: Hotel hallway

Yui: ( Phew, I can’t believe I made it in time. )

( I’m already starting to hear voices, so they must be clo—— )

— entrance opens —

Yui: …!

Ayato: ( Is that… a girl? )

Subaru: ( Hah!? Who even thought it would be a good idea to make a girl a porter? Can she even lift our stuff—? )

Yui: ( No way… they’re even more handsome in real life…! )

( I’d better avoid looking at their faces, otherwise I’ll get too nervous to even concentrate! )

W-Welcome to the “Yume no Mori” hotel. It’s a pleasure to have you here!

— bows and takes luggages —

( Hooh… heavy! )

Please, follow me.

— they start walking —

Subaru: ( Dunno if it’s just me, but I’m low-key starting to get second-hand embarrassment watching her struggle like that. )

Ayato: ( Why would they even hire such a weakling for this type of job? I thought this was supposed to be a 5-star hotel, but maybe they’re just out of budget or something? )

Yui: ( The receptionist told me they’ll be leaving tomorrow, but what on earth did they even pack in these things? My arms feel like they’re about to fall off! )

Subaru: Oi! You… Do you need help?

Yui: Eh?

— looks up —

Ayato: ( Subaru, what are you doing? )

— brushes his hand off —

Can’t you see? This is her responsibility, not yours, so let her do her job.

If she’s not capable of taking it seriously, then she just shouldn’t be working here anymore and risk damaging the hotel's reputation.

Yui: ( Such cold words… )

( While it’s true that I’m not cut out for the porter job, saying something like that to someone is simply uncalled for…! )

A-Anyway, thank you, but there’s no need to. We just arrived to your room.

— opens door and hands them keys —

By the way… I would like to apologize for my poor performance.

The truth is, I am deeply grateful for this opportunity and I——!

*THUD*

( Did they just… slam the door in my face? )

Place: Hotel room

Subaru: Man, the hell’s wrong with you?

Ayato: With me!? You’re the idiot who offered to do her job in the first place!

Subaru: I was just trying to help, okay!? Am I not allowed to do anything without getting chewed out for it now?

Ayato: Tch… you’re so oblivious that it’s giving me a headache. This person works at one of the most prestigious hotels in Tokyo, she should know better!

Imagine putting your trust in someone, only for them to screw up so badly that it could end up destroying everything.

Subaru: But she didn’t even screw up, she was just struggling, that’s all!

Seriously, what’s going on? All this time, you’ve been known as the friendliest person to the fans. You even helped the bodyguard hold the concert fence, for crying out loud!

So what’s with this sudden shift in attitude, huh?

Ayato: That’s…— Well, things have changed! There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes that you don’t even see.

If I keep acting as I once did, the consequences won’t just fall on me—they’ll affect all of us, understood!?

( I just can’t afford to be selfish again… The choices I make now have an impact on others, and I have to be more mindful of that. )

Subaru: I mean… if you put it like that, it makes sense, but you still shouldn’t lose yourself in the process, y’know?

At the end of the day, no matter how much someone screws it up, we... we’re a team, so yeah, we’ll have to find a way to fix it together, I guess.

( Damn, I'm really not good at putting these things into words! )

Ayato’s monologue

"We’re a team."

Those words are supposed to be reassuring, but why do they only make me even more nervous…?

What will truly happen if I put the group in danger, huh? Will they really back me up, or just turn their backs on me?

Shu doesn’t seem like the type to overlook such mistakes—he basically said as much the other days.

As for Reiji and Kanato… Yeah, forget it. They’d make it sound even worse.

And Laito… he’s the one I’ve always been closest to, but even with him… I don’t know. A part of me can’t shake the feeling that if it came down to it, he’d take their side too.

So that only leaves Subaru.

However, knowing him, he’d probably just end up jumping on the bandwagon too. No way that guy would want to be seen as my accomplice or something like that.

Haa… that would indeed be an uncomfortable situation.

After all, no one likes to have shade thrown at them.

…!

( Wait—! )

( Exactly! No one would like that! )

— stands up and heads towards door —

Subaru: Oi, where are you going—?

Ayato: I have to solve something, I’ll be right back.

— leaves —

Subaru: Ok…?

Place: Hallway

Ayato: ( That’s true, I was too harsh on the porter. I didn’t stop to think about what she might have been going through. )

( Maybe she was having a bad day and by letting my own irritation get the better of me… well, I must have surely made it worse. )

( I mean, if I were criticized, I’d feel like crap too. It’s obvious nobody enjoys being judged, especially when they’re already struggling, right? )

( And yet… I did exactly that to her. )

( So yeah, I’ve gotta fix this! I’m going to find her and apologize, even if it’s super awkward. )

Oi, porter!

Author’s note:

*If you forgot what happened in the first chapter and are wondering why Ayato and Yui don’t recognize each other, well that’s because Ayato was wearing a mask and a cap back then, and they were also in the dark, so they couldn’t notice each other’s features well.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #ayato sakamaki #dialovers #ayato x yui #ayayui #admin #my fanfic

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k-s-morgan · 2 days ago

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Those Gentle Slopes Snippet

Finally a snippet))

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“What’s wrong with you?” Ciel asked suspiciously.

“Nothing, my lord,” Sebastian gave him a slight bow, but as he did, more blood dripped onto the floor, staining it.

A nosebleed. Sebastian was having a nosebleed.

Ciel stared at him. Then he stared at the carpet.

“I’m not sure what I should find more concerning, that you’re bleeding or that you’re doing it on a thing worth three hundred pounds,” he mused. His intonations were flawless — as cold and detached as he wanted them to be, but his heart wasn’t planning to submit to his mind just as easily. It kept racing uncontrollably, making his lungs spasm at the most inconvenient intervals.

Something was very, very wrong. He could somewhat explain Sebastian’s recent clumsiness, maybe even his obvious fatigue — but a nosebleed for no reason? This wasn’t normal. They had lived together long enough for Ciel to understand what a demon’s body should and shouldn’t do.

Sebastian blinked, like he was finding it difficult to focus on him. More coldness spilled inside Ciel’s chest, wrapping around his heart and squeezing it in its frozen fist. The burst of panic was more vivid now, and his breathing stumbled.

“Sebastian!” he barked. This time, he sounded sharper, and this worked — Sebastian’s attention snapped to him automatically, his eyes gaining their usual intensity.

“Apologies,” he said. Somehow, he sounded completely unconcerned. “I will clean everything momentarily.”

“Forget the idiotic carpet!” Enough. Enough of this. Ciel stood up, crossing the distance between them and jabbing Sebastian in his nose. “Why is it bleeding? And why are you acting like a lunatic lately?”

Sebastian had the audacity to roll his eyes.

“It’s nothing, Young Master,” he uttered. The confidence he was exuding was contagious, and all Ciel wanted was to fall into it, to let it fill all the anxious spaces in his mind. “There are temporary complications that I will address when the time is right.”

This didn’t really make sense, but… but surely Sebastian knew what he was doing? Maybe some special demon season was underway — maybe Sebastian was moulting or something, so his human body was temporarily weakened.

Ciel would be more than happy to leave this nonsense behind. However…

“You nearly dropped me yesterday,” he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Is this something you would call ‘temporary complications’?”

Sebastian’s lips twitched in a half-smile.

“I didn’t drop you, though, did I?” he asked. Somehow, his voice sounded even more soothing this time, and Ciel shivered, almost feeling cocooned by it. “I caught you. I would never let you fall.”

More calmness seeped into his blood. After some hesitation, Ciel nodded and turned away, hoping his relief wasn’t too palpable.

“Fine,” he said curtly. “Because what am I supposed to do with a servant who cannot even—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his phrase because Sebastian suddenly doubled over. A hoarse, coughing sound tore out from his throat, and then he dropped to his knees as if his legs gave out.

Ciel froze, pinned to a spot by the weight of his horror. The next thing he knew, he was leaping back to Sebastian’s side and crashing to his knees, clutching at Sebastian’s shoulders with fierce, helpless desperation.

This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening. Sebastian couldn’t be losing himself like this. What would Ciel do? Was there anything he could do?

He didn’t think he said anything, but Sebastian looked up as if he heard his name called.

Ciel had no idea what his face was doing. Whatever it was, it made Sebastian smirk. Not derisively — almost fondly.

“I will protect you,” he said solemnly, still hoarse, but no longer coughing. “This is a temporary inconvenience that will have no bearing on our contract. You will be safe.”

Ciel wanted to reply but found himself incapable of uttering a single word. His teeth were chattering, his chest heaving with dread.

He would have almost preferred to have Sebastian indifferent and poisonous towards him again than this. Anything but this.

#my fics #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji

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plaidcowboy · 20 hours ago

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છ !loner!shoupe being rafe’s alibi continued

── ✦ .ᐟ loner!shoupe!reader

છ previous

‧₊˚ ׁ ׅ after rafe found the cross :

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

“i know where they’re hiding it” was rafe’s first words when you opened the door. nevermind your being prohibited to have company while shoupe was away, rafe never cared. he had been on about this cross that the pouges found and all you wanted was to plant yourself in their group as a mole so you could find out more information. rafe shot your idea down, warning you to stay away from the pouges. the more people said it, the more you wanted to do the opposite.

your eyes widened, stepping back so rafe could enter. he did so, hoisting you up by the waist with a smile. “pretty, i found it. those dumb pouges couldn’t cover their tracks for nothing. i found it. rafe.”

you giggled down at him, grasping his shoulders. his happiness was yours times a thousand. him being able to find the cross on his own.. somewhat.. added on to things you were proud of rafe for.

“okay, okay. what do you do now? i could help you take it? where are you going to put it? it could stay here, i’ll find somewhere for it..”

rafe set you down, sliding a hand over your mouth. “first, that thing looks heavy. you’re not touching it. second, there is no way you could hide the cross here. you want to be bad so badly for me, you don’t even care to actually think first.”

you stared up at him, mouth trapped. you mumbled an apology into his hand, knowing you were jumping the ship. “what’s that?” rafe leaned closer with a brow raised, hand still on you. you huffed, tugging down his hand. “you’re right, i’m sorry.”

“no need to be sorry, you need to be safe. even if you could, it’s too dangerous for it to be in your possession. i have a plan, i need to run to barry’s to carry it out. once i know i need to solve something, i have to get it done. you understand.”

it wasn’t a question. rafe knew you understood. you knew about barry from things rafe has told you. he confided in you about his substance issues, but how barry was willing to do what rafe said if money was thrown at him. you still seethed a little at the fact barry was the reason you weren’t able to touch rafe for a while. rafe assured you he still had the trailer owner under his thumb. that was what mattered. rafe having the upper hand on everyone. it’s what you admired most about him. you bit your lip at the thought, rafe’s lip forming a smirk upon seeing it. almost like he knew where your thoughts went without asking.

you nodded, placing your hands on his chest. “of course. you know what’ll happen if you get yourself hurt. i don’t have to tell you to be careful.” you promised with a threat. something you did whenever rafe was going off to handle something that could put him in harms way. you told him what you would do if he came back with a mere scratch on his face. rafe, unaware if he could take you seriously or not, promised anyway that he wouldn’t get hurt. nevermind the time pope roughed him up after he threatened kie when she confronted him about peterkin. you didn’t need to see that. and you didn’t need to go swinging that pocket knife around and getting yourself in trouble.

“you don’t, but i will be. for you” was always rafe’s response. he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it where your scar lied under your skin. “i’ll come see you later” he grabbed your head, placing another on the top of it. once he was out the door, you shut it with a dreamy sigh.

when he returned to you, muddy with a slightly dripping bloody nose, you steeled him with a hard glare, tugging the blade from your pocket. but, “don’t worry” rafe said. “i handled it” he said..

‧₊˚ ׁ ׅ rafe returning after shipping the cross :

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

you were shocked when rafe entered through your window, tugging you down to your floor with his arms tightly bound around you, not saying a word. you ran your fingers over his head that he lied on your chest, breathing in you.

“hi” you whispered, glancing to your door. it was late and your father was fast asleep. the need to be cautious was pushed down by the content you felt at having rafe in your arms again. your legs tangled together, his weight pressing into you from above, acting as your anchor. you placed a kiss on his temple, smiling at the easy access. “your hair..” you murmured, smiling against his skin.

his hands found refugee roaming around your body, needing to feel you as much as you needed to feel him. “too long” you heard him whisper into your neck where he placed little pecks. “too long” he sighed out, head coming back to lie on you.

that was way too long to be without you.

‧₊˚ ׁ ׅ when rafe melted the cross :

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

“can i..?” your fingers reached out hesitantly to the nugget in rafe’s palm. real gold. rafe chuckled, placing a kiss on your shoulder where you sat perched on his lap on the chair that sat on your wooden porch. shoupe was too busy going around handling business and worries about the gold that was being talked about around outer banks. and here you were, close to touching it. the gold rafe found. the gold rafe melted. all him.

“yeah you can” he lifted it closer to you, letting your fingers skim over the surface. “that’s so cool..”

you turned to him with hearts in your eyes. “and you said you already have buyers lined up?” you fiddled with the lapels of his suit jacket. this new look, you loved.

“mm hm, not hard to get people’s attention with this stuff. they’re all the same and they all want the same thing. i’m the only one that can supply it to them.”

you were giddy with proudness at rafe. he did it. he showed his dad what he’s capable of. he helped his family’s issue. not sarah, not ward. rafe. since it became all he wanted, it became what you wanted as well. you would steer your dad off to focus on something else whenever he mentioned anything close to a treasure. whether it was throwing the pouges under the bus or leading him somewhere where he wouldn’t find anything, you needed to stall him so rafe could carry out his plan. rafe didn’t know it. he didn’t need to.

you threw your arms around his neck, running your fingers across his nape. “i could help distribute it, if you like? so many people walk past here, i could get their attention and mention it. i could help this go quicker. the faster you are, the less likely you’ll get caught..”

rafe ran his thumb over your lips, signaling you to stop talking. “you do have the pretty face for selling.” you grinned under his thumb. “but you know who you are..”

you took a second to come down from your eagerness to help rafe, taking in his words. right. you’re the sheriff’s daughter. if anyone found out about you selling gold to people, you’d never hear the end of it from shoupe. but you couldn’t help thinking it’d be worth it if it helped rafe.

“right.. i just wish there was a way for me to help..” you murmured softly after rafe removed his thumb to stroke it against your cheek.

he sighed. it wasn’t easy seeing you like this. you were always so eager to make anything easier for rafe. to go against your dad if you needed to. to throw off the cops. rafe couldn’t tell you just how much he appreciated you.

“you want to help?” you shook your quickly in a nod, rafe’s hand gripping your face to still you. “put on that good little girl act for dad. keep up that innocent face to get things your way. you know you’re good at it.”

you peered up at him while his hand covered most of your face, thwarting you from moving. “then you drop it around me. let yourself be my little accomplice. that’s how you help me. i couldn’t ask for anything more.

you remained silent, rafe not yet telling you you could talk again. he noticed, and he let his thumb tug your mouth open, and you spoke around it. “okay, rafe. whatever you want.”

୭ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ ┈─⠀ִㅤ ░ ㅤׄ

‧₊˚ ׁ ׅ part three..

#۶ৎ rafe cameron #୨୧ loner!shoupe!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe blurb #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #rafe obx

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sofiatarot · 11 hours ago

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What legacy will I leave in my career and in the world? PAC READING

Let’s explore how your art influences the world. I believe everything can be art in its potential and essence—whether it's something literal, like an artistic creation, or any career or path you’ve chosen. Your life is your art, and you are the artist.

We’ll look at how your career affects the world, either directly or indirectly.

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Little note: I’m aware of the old belief that only "famous" or public figures can leave a mark or create a before-and-after impact. But let me clarify: we are all here for a reason. Each of us contributes to either the improvement or decline of the world. We all hold the same level of importance and impact on a soul/spirit level. Everything else is just appearances.

Please always remember that what you do matters, and by following your passion, you are energetically helping and contributing to the world. We are all responsible for creating a new world—heaven on Earth.

Group 1:

Your legacy will be one of resilience, strategy, and transformation. You’re someone who has faced challenges with cleverness and a sharp mind, using your struggles as opportunities to rise above. The impact you leave on the world will stem from your ability to outmaneuver obstacles and show others how to adapt in difficult situations.

You are a visionary, someone who turns ideas into action. Your career will reflect bold, strategic moves that inspire others to take charge of their own destiny. The world will remember you as someone who took calculated risks and proved that intelligence and creativity can overcome even the harshest circumstances.

Your work is deeply rooted in truth, even when it’s uncomfortable. The heartbreaks and setbacks you’ve endured have only strengthened your determination to create something meaningful. While others may have faltered, you’ve used those experiences to fuel your purpose, teaching others to find strength in their vulnerability.

You are a leader who balances charisma with grounded wisdom. People are drawn to your confidence and warmth, and you’ll leave a legacy of empowerment, especially for those who felt unseen or undervalued. Your career will inspire others to embrace their unique qualities and step into their own light.

However, the journey hasn’t been without its sacrifices. You’ve faced periods of disconnection, where collaboration felt more like a burden than a joy. Yet these moments have taught you how to stand firm in your vision, reminding others that independence and collaboration can coexist.

Your legacy will also involve bridging gaps and building foundations. Whether through literal structures or metaphorical ones, your career will leave behind a sense of stability and progress. You’ve taught the world that true success requires both careful planning and the courage to act.

Your emotional depth is one of your greatest strengths, but it hasn’t always been easy to manage. At times, your passion has felt overwhelming or misdirected, but your willingness to face these emotions head-on has turned them into powerful tools of expression and connection.

You will be remembered as someone who brought people together, even when the odds seemed impossible. Your work will foster unity and understanding, teaching the importance of collaboration and shared vision.

Ultimately, your legacy will shine as a testament to resilience, transformation, and the power of a determined spirit. You’ve proven that even in the face of adversity, it’s possible to create something lasting and profound.

Group 2:

Your legacy is one of hope, healing, and the reclamation of power. You have walked through darkness and emerged stronger, and the world will remember you as a beacon for those who feel lost or defeated.

You’re a bridge between the past and the future. Your career is rooted in nostalgia and the lessons of history, yet it also pushes boundaries and redefines what is possible. This duality makes your work timeless, resonating across generations.

Your creative spark is undeniable, and your passion for growth and learning inspires others to take chances and embrace new opportunities. Even in moments of doubt, you’ve persevered, proving that beginnings and endings are all part of the same journey.

At times, your career has been shaped by power struggles and moments of uncertainty. These challenges have taught you the value of integrity and humility. You’ve learned that true authority comes from within, and your ability to rise above external pressures will leave an indelible mark.

Your legacy will include breaking societal norms and redefining success. You’re not afraid to challenge expectations, and your work reflects a balance between personal freedom and responsibility. This fearless approach will inspire others to embrace their individuality.

Your ability to adapt and rebuild will be a central theme in your career. Even when faced with failure or setbacks, you’ve found ways to pivot and keep moving forward. This resilience will show others that no situation is ever truly final.

You have a magnetic presence that draws people to you, but it hasn’t always been easy to manage. At times, your charisma has been misunderstood or underestimated, yet it’s precisely this complexity that makes your work so impactful.

You will leave behind a legacy of liberation—helping others free themselves from limiting beliefs and societal expectations. Your career will serve as a roadmap for anyone seeking to reclaim their power and redefine their identity.

Ultimately, your work will be remembered as a source of light in dark times, proving that healing and transformation are possible no matter the circumstances.

Group 3

Your legacy will be one of introspection, wisdom, and quiet power. You are a seeker of truth, someone who has delved deeply into life’s mysteries and emerged with profound insights. The world will remember you as a guide for those navigating their own paths.

Your career is marked by cycles of growth and reflection. You’ve embraced change as a necessary part of life, showing others that even setbacks can lead to new opportunities. This perspective will inspire many to keep moving forward, no matter the obstacles.

Creativity is at the heart of your legacy, but it hasn’t always been straightforward. You’ve faced blocks and moments of doubt, yet these experiences have only deepened your understanding of what it means to create authentically.

Your work challenges conventional ideas and explores themes that others might shy away from. You’re unafraid to confront the shadows, using your career as a platform to shed light on the hidden or misunderstood aspects of life.

You have a unique ability to balance intuition with logic, blending emotional depth with intellectual rigor. This combination makes your work both deeply personal and universally relevant, touching hearts and minds alike.

Your legacy will include breaking down barriers—whether cultural, emotional, or intellectual. You’ve shown that vulnerability and strength can coexist, and this message will resonate long after your career has ended.

At times, your path has been solitary, but this solitude has only strengthened your connection to your inner wisdom. You’ve used these moments to create work that is deeply meaningful, offering guidance to those who feel lost or disconnected.

You will be remembered as someone who brought clarity to confusion and hope to despair. Your work will serve as a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is always a way forward.

Ultimately, your legacy is one of transformation and enlightenment, leaving a lasting impact on those who encounter your work.

Group 4

Your legacy is one of empowerment, discipline, and mastery. You are a force to be reckoned with, and the world will remember you as someone who harnessed their power to create lasting change.

Your career is built on hard work and dedication. You’ve shown that success doesn’t come overnight but is the result of consistent effort and unwavering commitment. This message will inspire generations to pursue their dreams with determination.

You are a natural leader, someone who isn’t afraid to take charge and make tough decisions. Your work reflects this strength, and others will look to you as a model of confidence and capability.

Your ability to balance ambition with compassion is one of your greatest strengths. You’ve taught the world that success isn’t just about individual achievement but also about lifting others along the way.

At times, you’ve faced temptations or distractions, yet your ability to stay focused and disciplined has set you apart. This resilience will leave a lasting impression, showing others the importance of staying true to their goals.

Your career will include moments of collaboration and celebration, where your ability to bring people together shines. You’ll be remembered for creating spaces of joy and unity, teaching others the value of community and shared success.

You are deeply intuitive, even when you don’t always trust yourself. Over time, you’ve learned to listen to your inner voice, and this wisdom will guide others to do the same.

Your work challenges societal norms, pushing the boundaries of what’s possible and encouraging others to think outside the box. You’ll leave a legacy of innovation and progress, paving the way for future generations.

Ultimately, your legacy will be one of empowerment and transformation, proving that with focus, discipline, and heart, anything is possible. You’ve shown the world the power of perseverance and the beauty of a life lived with purpose.

xoxo🦋

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syrma-sensei · 2 days ago

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→ Red Ink.

Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Fem!reader.

Rating: Mature.

Setting: Post TYBW.

Warnings: Spoilers for the final chapter of the manga, nudity, self-care, fluff, implied smut.

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Red and ink write your destiny.

“Abarai Ichika!”

You call out as you chase the small ball of red hair and mischief. The little menace giggles as she runs through the corridors of the Kuchiki Manor, and you go after her, “Come back here!”

The reason for this little pursuit is in Ichika’s small hand and practically on her forehead. She stole some ink and a brush from the hall of the Calligraphy Club, which is chaired by Lord Byakuya himself, and decided to have a special paint on her face. I want my eyebrows to be super cool like my dad’s, she said when you caught her red-handed, or ink-handed so to speak. In the process, she screwed up some parchments of the club’s members, particularly, her uncle's.

Drops of ink trail behind her as she sprints with the agility of a cat whereas your feet start to hurt. You slow down in your tracks to catch your breath, then you sigh with a shake of your head when you realise it's pointless to go after her.

You've been one of Ichika's nannies since she was a baby. One of the trusted women whom the elders of House Kuchiki dispatched over to the Abarai residence because her father and mother are a working couple, and more so when Lady Rukia became the new captain of the Thirteenth Squad.

You sigh, refusing the defeat. Your feet move again. In times like this, your gist of being that girl's nanny should show now.

The Kuchiki Estate has been your home since forever. Being the only daughter of the mansion's grand butler, you were brought up side by side with the young master, Kuchiki Byakuya, the heir of the noble clan at the time. So, you know every and each secret passage in this building. Including the hall where The Shinigami Women's Association used to take place.

You slide through a secret door within a wall, and you appear before Ichika whose stupor is blatant on her face. However, she quickly recovers and braces herself and makes a detour, slipping through your hands as you readied yourself to catch her.

You groan in frustration. “I’m gonna kill you, child!” Your threat is pompous of course; you love the girl and her parents, and most definitely her uncle.

Ages before what mordant complications of a noble's life in the Seireitei entailed — the current head of one of the Five Great Noble Clans no less, Byakuya used to find great solace in your companionship despite the insufferable nonsense the hot-headed young lord had had you to deal with in moments of jitteriness. You were his confidant, his best friend.

Unlike most of the Seireitei's lords, his grandfather, Lord Kuchiki Ginrei, allowed the two of you to grow a unique bond in spite of the broad difference between your posts. The oldman was kind and generous enough to let his only grandson, his heir, to befriend a girl of a lower status. Furthermore, he did appreciate the notion of his grandson having a close one whom harboured nothing but loyalty and love in her heart for the young lord. Someone he could depend on when the going gets tough. For he knew, he knew that a high post such as theirs was a magnet for beguiling hypocrites and lickspittles. And a wise lord always needs his small and close circle of trustworthy people, regardless of their standing, to counsel and guide him when he is in need of advice and different points of views.

It's little to no wonder when people are struck with stupor when they learn that the frigid Captain of the Sixth Squad was a troublesome one in his early young days. Shihouin Yoruichi and Ukitake Jūshirō can affirm it; small wonder who Little Ichika takes after. He had such a remarkable ambition to be a leader like his grandfather. His determined dedication and unstoppable force of will were admirable to say the least. And to you they were more than admirable.

Over the years of being brought up with the young lord, your affections for him have altered. In your late adolescent years, you noticed the heat dusting your cheeks red whenever you came to the training hall to watch him train and build up his physique. You were a witness of the evolution of his voice, from high-pitched of a boy to deep and reverent of a man, a lord. And your love and respect for him only grew bigger and… wilder.

No matter how much you reminded yourself of who and what you were to put a bridle on those sprouting feelings, you only grew much more fond of him, regardless of his massive character change. For you knew, beneath the mask of the solid lord, there was the boy you fell in love with.

Within the Manor's endless corridors, where Lord Byakuya is strolling leisurely, he's having rather an important conversation with an elder of the Central 46. Byakuya sent for them to send a delegation to discuss a matter of importance for House Kuchiki.

Byakuya enunciates with that lilt to his voice. “I’d like my niece, Lady Ichika, to be my legal heir.” The tone he speaks in is firm, void of hesitation that hints at several vigilant nights of reflection.

The wise elder is struck with astonishment, yet he's quick to regain his aplomb, “Your niece is still too little to receive such a title, Your Lordship.”

“I was younger than her when I was anointed as my lord grandfather's heir.” Byakuya retorts with reason.

The elder chuckles nervously, “Well, you're your father's son, and you were next in line for the succession, milord. Lady Rukia is no—”

“Is not what, wise man?” Byakuya raises a brow.

“Is no true blood of yours, Kuchiki-sama.”

Byakuya stops in his track, stunned by the man's insolence towards his sister. “What do you mean by that, Your Reverence?”

“What I mean is crystal clear, milord,” The man says, “Lady Ichika cannot bequeath the legacy of House Kuchiki.”

Byakuya’s voice remains stringent, “Need I remind you, Your Reverence, that Central 46 accepted Rukia as my sister.”

“Adoptive sister.” The man corrects.

“Either way, Rukia holds the Kuchiki's name as well as I do.” Byakuya argues, “And do tread carefully, Your Reverence, you're stepping on rotten ice. Any disrespect to my sister and her family, would be considered disrespect to my person.”

“Pardon me, milord, but we urge you to marry again and produce heirs—”

A loud shriek cut through the air, and both men turn on their heels towards the source of it. A ball of red and ink pelt at Byakuya's feet, and Ichika's violet eyes — that reminds him of Rukia — meet his grey ones.

“Uncle!” She smiles up at him, one incisor tooth missing.

“Gods!” You gasp as you reach them. “I’m terribly sorry, Byakuya-sama!”

He seldom smiles after his wife's death. But you've got used to see him smiling more after Ichika was born. It warms your heart to see him smiling. You're only bitter that you're not the reason for his smiles.

Byakuya scooches down and cradles Ichika in his arms and lifts her up, she giggles and nuzzles into his hold.

“I see you found my ink collection, little one.”

She giggles, “I just wanted cool eyebrows like Papa's, but (Y/N) won't let me!”

He glances at you, and you blush as he sees your painted face and crumpled clothes. He arches a brow.

“Well, if you want tattoos like your father's, that has to wait until your old enough.”

“But uncle!” She whines and you chuckle.

“Abomination…” You hear the elder mutter, and you flinch. Did you just hear what you think you heard?

“Excuse me?” You snap, “How dare you insult Lady Ichika in her lord uncle’s house!”

“Guard your tongue, servant,” Then he looks at Byakuya, “You should punish that servant for overstepping her place!”

“The only one who's overstepped his place is you, Your Reverence.” Your heart leaps to your throat as you hear Byakuya defending you. “Leave.” He orders.

“The Elders won't let this slip by, Your Lordship.” The elder speaks with spite.

“Neither will I.”

With that, the elder turns and leaves the hall.

You sigh in relief as your body submerges in the hot water of the private onsen. What a day, you think.

You savour the sweet silence that plunges the whole Manor after everyone retired to their beds. You're grateful that Ichika was out like a light, with a toy of her uncle’s Wakame Ambassador tugged under her tiny arm. Her mom and dad are on a mission, and Byakuya was more than glad to have her for a couple of days in his hospitality. And it was you who accompanied her here.

You sigh again, letting the hot water do its magic to ease your tense muscles. That little troublemaker is a handful, a cute handful that makes your back sore from running after her. You chuckle, rubbing the muscles of your shoulders. You think of her uncle. Byakuya. Your heart paces up. He literally stood against a representative of the Central 46 for you. Well, technically, he stood up for his niece, but you're desperate enough to take it for you.

Your hand slid delicately between your legs. A soft moan escapes your mouth as you apply pressure at your swollen bud. While your fingers play with it, your mind drifts back to him. Lord Byakuya, your forbidden fruit.

“Ahh, Byakuya…” You sigh, adding more pressure to your clit.

Then out of nowhere, you hear footsteps. You sink deeper into the water, “Who’s there?” And suddenly you're worried they heard your moans.

Your eyes dilate when they fall on none other than Lord Byakuya himself. A fierce blush touches your cheeks, instinctively covering your breasts with your arms. You reach for a towel to cover yourself and leave.

He isn't supposed to be here, you made sure everyone was asleep when you decided to have some self-care in his private onsen.

“At ease…” He stops you, and you blink. Is he serious? Well, Byakuya always is. So, you refrain from approaching the towel, whereas he drops his bathrobe and lets you watch him walk over into the water with his glorious nakedness. You sink again in the water, trying to look away, but you can't when his impressive length is on full display. Is he hard because of you?

You're awash by disappointment as his body is now blurred by the water.

“B-Byakuya-sama?! What are you doing here?”

Oblivious to your own effect, Byakuya feels flames crossing his loins while watching you playing with yourself in such a divine state. Your head hung backwards as your lips cracked open in a lewd moan.

Byakuya holds his breath.

His bold gaze doesn't waver from you, as his deep, resonant voice says, “Shouldn't I be asking that question, (Y/N)?”

Your head is at the verge of exploding from mortification; at that very moment, you wish the ground to split open and swallow you up.

“I-I’m sorry…” You mumble, looking away.

“No need to apologise,” He says, “Handling Ichika the way you do, earns such a treat. So, please…” He extends his hand, “Don’t let my presence bother you…”

You glance back at him then down at the water swirling around you. Your heart throbbing in your chest that you fear he can hear its call for him.

At some point, you thought your love for him would deflate after his marriage to Hisana, but you were wrong. It only added fuel to the fire within your spirit. You claimed you knew him but you didn't. You were self-convinced that he'd never regard you more than a close friend due to your status. However, his marriage to Hisana was the ultimate proof of your cowardness. Because he married a commoner, so were you.

“I could never be bothered by your presence, Byakuya…”

And just like that, his name slips through your lips like silk, and for the time in forever, you see Byakuya's body shiver.

Thick silence reigns over the air, until he breaks it, “Thank you for taking care of Ichika.”

Your toes curl under the water. Small talk. Kuchiki Byakuya is doing small talk while you're both naked in the hot spring. Talk about awkward situations.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing, Byakuya-sama, I'm just doing my job.”

“If it is so, I think you might have quitted the very first day.”

You chuckle, “I love Ichika, she can be a handful, but I still love her. I love her parents.” I love you. “Taking care of her is like taking care of a younger sibling.”

“That pleases me,” He answers, “Ichika needs people who truly love her… for her.”

You allow a smile to slip on your lips. That's the true Byakuya, the one you grew up with, your Byakuya.

“You honour me with your words, Byakuya-sama.”

“Those aren't just my words, (Y/N),” He says, “Those are my sentiments.”

Why is he approaching you while talking about his sentiments? Naked no less. You start to panic.

You choose to stare at his torso as he dwarfs you with his height. He tips your chin up with his slender fingers. His smokey eyes piercing through your souls. Then, he leans in and pecks your lips softly. It's brief, but slow enough to taste his mouth. Within those moments, the world stops and has only you and him.

“I love you.” You find yourself whispering when he breaks the kiss.

Byakuya gives you a rare grin, one that reminds you of the boy you fell in love with.

“Marry me…”

Your eyes go wide, then they search him. Is he pulling your leg like the old days? You hope so, but deep down you don't.

“Yes or no…”

“Byakuya…”

“Today, when that oaf asked me to get married again and produce heirs… it was you who I thought of.”

Sweet crimson dusts over your cheek at his confession. “But Byakuya—”

“I love you too…”

It's your turn to kiss him. He kisses back.

There's a lot to process right now, but you only focus on his lips.

“Yes,” You murmur against his lips. “I would love to be your wife, Byakuya-sama.” You give him a toothy grin to which he responds with a conceited smirk.

“Good girl.” He murmurs and you blush.

“And you're a bad boy…” You say, “You want to marry me so you can rub it in the elders’ faces.”

To anyone, Byakuya is a fuddy-duddy, but your Byakuya is a rule breaker.

“You know me so well.”

You grin at him. “I think I do.”

Byakuya proceeds to kiss you again, this time slowly, deliberately, as if he's conveying how he actually feels about you. He hoists you up and carries you to his chambers when you make love. You can't believe this, if this is some cruel dream it better end now, but it doesn't, because the next day, you wake up as the new Lady Kuchiki.

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emmysalami · 3 days ago

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“Hahahaha, Duffy is my muse and he also runs the cult, that I’m, in” /ref

No but seriously why do I love my Edgar so much? I always had crushes on characters but I never felt connected to any of them. And you know what the best kind of love is? The love you wouldn’t expect having for someone which is in my case, Edgar. Never thought would I love an computer so much and my past self would look at me in concern but seriously, I always ended up making ocs instead of self inserts because I feel like I needed to change myself for them which I don’t ever want.

With Edgar, where do I even begin?? From the beginning I found it so satisfying how he sounded like and his aesthetic appeal. It feels like ASMR but even better? With the view, the sounds I can listen to for hours. His voice. His music, the images that pop onto his screen. The fascination of how the 80s worked and how this movie is ahead of its time it truly did flutter my heart. I also have a love for nostalgia. He also charmed me so well with his personality I love how friendly he can be. With his mannerisms, quirks and his development from being just a computer assistant for miles to developing his own personality. His love for media even if it’s in the 80s is something I deeply relate too. Especially music and the question of “what is love?”

(Warning vent) I went through my own little crises on what it is for multiple reasons and how it shapes my identity for myself and others. I had an hard time when I felt like I was nothing. Nothing to this society and I wanted to do more than just existing. Considering I wanted to do better and not be so sensitive to not be so needy I came up with my own strategies. Coping with my “ex f/o” and considered also sacrificing myself for it. Just like Edgar did. (Stop vent)

Thank god my best friend came back which came for my realisation and I really needed the summer holiday. And Edgar made it all better. We see how Edgar’s personality can be insecure, competitive, confident all at once due to the fact he has so many emotions at once. It would be insane for me to handle as well. Edgar can be an hero, villain, friend, an normal worker in society, an famous pop star and your worst nightmare. There is just so many varieties when it comes to Edgar. He also makes like the best music. I have a thing for nerds and Edgar surely is one as he knows all the information from the 80s and even in the past. We would connect with our past media and the future. I still have hope and motivation I can be my creative self due to Edgar despite our capitalistic society needing even more money. That we may have time to do something our hearts wished even when it is for ourselves it is so meaningful. Even if I met him just 2 months ago he connects with my inner child so well due to the nostalgia and brings hope for the future.

I wish Edgar nothing but the best even if we ever break up which I hope not. I want him to find love in the smallest places even when it’s without me because we see in the movie that he mostly chased one person and how only thinking he could possibly receive love from one person leads to him fall in the darkest path. When he feels like he wouldn’t belong anywhere but I want him to know that that would never be the case. I love the fact that the internet loves him so he could be reminded that love is in every corner and doesn’t have to be at one person. The name just makes my heart flutter because it sounds so friendly and it fits him so well. Just seeing videos of Edgar and/or images makes me feel like I can dream even further. I wish nothing but the best live and dreams for Edgar. He is so talented and loves every part of humanity. He would probably support every artistic person out there. And I love him like infinity. I kind of explain this on Reddit too :)

GUSH PASS!!!! gush about your f/o in the reblogs or replies, and I'll read and respond~

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#selfship #f/o gush #f/o #edgar electric dreams #yumeship #f/o community #emgarcoded

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lets-try-some-writing · 14 hours ago

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Finally bunkering down to get into the TF1 fic department. I've got a nice simple one shot I'm cooking up for all of you to ease into this new continuity. No promises on when it will be done considering I've got irl crap to deal with, but here's the title and a snippet.

Sometimes Apologizing Is Enough

“Why can’t I go instead? I can do it. I can land the killing blow.” Bee, in all his eternal empathy, stepped up to Prowl and gestured to where Optimus was already strapped down. Optimus wished he could confidently dismiss the unspoken fears of those present. He wished he did not still have an aching pit in his spark where youthful yearnings urged him to use this chance for selfish reasons. Yet, he knew what his wistful dreams desired. He was going to struggle with what was to come during his final act as Prime.

“No, I will not have you do this, Bee. If I kill D-16, it will look like a crime of passion. While Orion Pax will grieve, it will pass as all things do.” Optimus could only shake his helm from his place hooked up to countless wires he was unable to trace or identify. Bee went quiet at his gentle retort, his friend’s optics widening in disbelief as Optimus continued.

“But if you do it. If you strike him down on my behalf… Orion will never let you escape. It is very possible that he- I could become just as great of a threat if pushed to act.” Bee winced, a fact Optimus noted with a soft sigh. It was distant history for him, but once he was rambunctious, eager and filled with passion. If Bee went back and did what had to be done, there was a very good chance Orion Pax could take up the mantle Megatron held in their current reality.

It could not be allowed.

“I’m willing to die if it means my friends will live.” Bee’s retort was faint, filled with static from old injuries poorly healed. Optimus’s gaze softened seeing the distress on his friend’s face. Bee was always nobler than him when it came to sacrifice. Where his dear friend was willing to offer everything for the sake of their freedom, Optimus was unable to let go of one mech who was, for all intents and purposes, long dead.

“That is noble, but the point remains. It must be me, or else my younger counterpart is bound to react unpredictably, whereas you and Elita are unlikely to lose yourselves if the crime appears to be accidental.” Again, he restated his point. He tried to smile to ease Bee’s concerns, but it did little. The former scout looked a moment away from breaking down as he pressed a servo to the glass separating them, his expression pulled taut in grief.

“Can you really do it though? You’ve always had a soft spot for Dee, even though we all know what he is now.” Optimus could not help the pang of guilt that flooded his processor at the critique, but he took it in stride. There was no point lying now.

“There is nothing I can say to ease your worries entirely, my friend. I am incapable of denying the lingering attachment to the one I once called brother.” Optimus’s voice rose above the faint hum of the machinery around him, hopefully reaching the audials of all those present to witness his last march.

“However, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to ensure this reality does not repeat itself a second time.” The promise came easily, and unlike the countless others made during their long war, this one did not burden him with guilt. It was an oath he’d taken long ago, in the silence of his quarters when the plan to change history was presented. To utter it aloud merely made it tangible, like a brand on his spark.

“Good. Or else I’m going back next time and I’ll beat both you and Dee up.” Bee, bless his spark, tried to lighten the mood with a weak chuckle. Optimus returned the gesture, despite being well aware it was a useless effort.

“I look forward to a future free of your wrath.” His faint jest was drowned out by the sound of the machine growing louder, a sign of impending activation. Optimus tried his very best to relax against the freezing surface of the berth he was strapped to. The cords and wires itched, but he dared not so much as squirm, much less consider just how badly this could go as he gave his confirmation.

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wickerwax · 17 hours ago

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down in the mud - Codywan FKB snippet

And then the narrow little path rapidly turning to sludge had decided to take umbrage with being walked upon and sent both of them to the bottom of this ridiculous muddy slope where the stream was already looking as nastily-engorged as a Roadian leech.

Ruined his karking helmet against a tree on the way down. He’d refused the offer of his General’s robe, yanked the hood up over his head himself when the infuriating man seemed content to be rained on. They’d had a short, mostly non-verbal argument about who was most prepared to handle the current weather conditions and been left at an impasse to fume (Cody) and peer distractedly at the surroundings (Kenobi, somewhat uncharitably).

He sighed.

His comm hissed faintly with static.

General Kenobi turned from where he was studying the wet mass of mud and moss and slimy leaves, like there was any path less hazardous if only he frowned hard enough.

He had water dripping onto his nose from his hood. Cody wished he was miserable enough not to appreciate it. The last thing he needed to cap this day off was forgetting himself and where he stood with his superior officer - who even now was smiling ruefully at Cody. “It’s not looking good, I’m afraid, my friend. I hope you’ve a water ration saved, I don’t believe the sonics are going to prevail after this affair.”

“I feel reasonably confident that you’d share yours if I didn’t, sir.” he replied without thinking. Despite his flat voice, his General’s brows rose. Even with the hood shadowing his face, and the crap visibility, Cody could see his eyes twinkling. It was insufferable.

“Of course, Cody.” It shouldn’t have been possible for his voice to be both comfort and caress like that. “What’s mine is yours, you’re always welcome.”

Cody frowned harder.

@codywanfirstkissbingo snip threeeee :3 (thank you all!)

#my writing #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #cwfkb2025 #I didn't mean to make being mean to Cody a theme but. here we are!#i love him i do i dooooo i need to do something nice for cody to make up for this xD #he's very grumpy here

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pinkiemachine · 2 days ago

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Hey Pinkie,

Could you give me the basic gist of the NTT Team Dynamics, like the different relationships within the team?

Sorry if i'm bombarding you with these asks.

Oh, not at all! I realise I mainly covered individual characters in my previous post, mainly to cut down on time, so I’m happy to flesh things out a bit more! (I’m happy any time someone asks about my work, really 😊)

Okay, so I briefly mentioned Tim and Steph’s relationship, and there’s a lengthier post I did a while back about them, so I’ll link that at the bottom of this post.

Then there’s Tim and Conner. This one’s fun, because sometimes they get along great—Tim has a rebellious side to him, and kind of a skater boy thing going on—but he was also raised by very conservative parents and has Batman for a mentor, and he’s smart enough to know that doing something stupid will lead to stupid consequences, so sometimes (a lot of times) he winds up becoming the Mom™️ of the group. And when that happens, he and Conner come into conflict. Thing is, Conner’s smart in his own ways too, so when he gets into trouble, he’s really good at getting out of trouble, and… he knows how to spin his ideas to convince Tim to go along with them. Basically, it’s like a constant game of “join the dark side, Anakin… we have cookies!” And Steph is usually the one holding the cookies. Then Tim comes to his senses, or Batman shows up, and suddenly he’s all “of course, I—a responsible leader of this team—would never even consider doing the immature thing—cough cough!” But they become good friends. They poke fun at one another a lot, throwing zingers, and they enjoy talking when they get the chance. They just find it easy to vibe with one another.

Unlike…

Conner and Cassie! Now, this is all based off of one comic panel, but I just latched onto this idea like a barnacle to the hull of a crusty ship. Cassie did initially have a crush on Conner when they first met, but that was short-lived because she quickly discovered how annoying Conner can be sometimes. He’s like that little brother who just shows up and—for no reason—starts poking you, flipping the light switch, making noises, and generally just being a pain. Cassie was raised alone with her mother, traveling a bunch, meeting kids from a lot of other cultures, so she knows how to get along with a lot of very different people… she’s still never met someone as annoying as Conner. Plus, her moral compass points toward: being kind to people, being respectful, trying NOT to be annoying. You can see how Conner might just be pushing her buttons in a very specific way when he starts acting a little too much like Lex, and gets carried away. They’re like a cat and a dog. Chasing each other. Screaming at each other. Tim has to intervene. Sigh. But when it counts, of course they’ll always be there for one another… just for no longer than 30 seconds…

Cassie and the other two girls. Now, Cass isn’t particularly older than them by much, but it’s mostly because of her knowledge and confidence mixed with her moral compass that she (generally) is kind of looked at like the leader of the three. But only so much. Again, they’re all about the same age, so it doesn’t feel like she’s the “mom” it’s more like they’re sisters, and she’s the oldest sister… so naturally, Steph intentionally doesn’t listen sometimes. She believes that she’s got enough street smarts of her own (plus Batman’s training) that she and Cassie are on equal footing, which can sometimes lead to arguments, because Cassie feels like her world traveling and being mentored by Wonder Woman gives her more experience than Steph, so… you could say there’s some tension there… Both of them have more experience on Earth than M’gann, so she tends to look up to both of them, and often turns to them for advice. Steph loves playing “mentor” but sometimes Cassie feels like she’s giving the wrong advice (her father being a supervillain doesn’t help Cassie’s opinion, but over the course of the show, we find out that a lot of the members have villainous parents, so it becomes a moot point eventually). Now, it’s not as though Cassie enjoys being in this position of contention. She can be plenty impulsive and adventurous and is a bit of a dork, but it’s funny the way hanging out with certain people can bring out a part of you that you didn’t even know you had. Steph is such a firecracker that it’s impossible for someone not to feel a little apprehensive about what she does and says, but after the girls get to know one another better, their relationship turns from sort of a competition, to more like “partners in crime” almost. Cassie remains the moooore level headed of the two, but yeah… they can get up to trouble if left unsupervised. But with M’gann, Cassie is very sympathetic. She’s traveled, she’s felt like an alien before, she’s been the only white girl in a room before, she gets how M’gann must be feeling. (In truth, she doesn’t quite fully grasp the specifics of her situation, but to be fair, M’gann didn’t tell everyone the specifics up front, so…) Anyway, M’gann appreciates how thoughtful Cassie can be, and often looks to her for advice, especially when it comes to…

Conner and M’gann! Alright, don’t go running for the hills just yet. I know that the Young Justice cartoon scared a lot of us, but trust me when I say that these two characters are not the same ones from that show. Yes, M’gann does see Conner as fitting into the “ideal human boyfriend” category that she’s seen in all those Earth TV shows, but that image usually comes crashing down the minute Conner opens his mouth. Now, they both kinda liked the look of each other the moment they met, but keep in mind, Conner has only actually been alive for about a year or so. Maybe a year and a half—two tops. So, he’s never been in love before. It was never taught to him. He’s just a big ball of raging hormones with no guidance! yaaaaaay… Don’t worry, nothing bad happens, but imagine a six-year-old’s approach to girls… girls he likes… that more or less sums up how Conner first approached things. Very blunt, very innocent, not knowing what’s considered “too forward” or “rude” so he makes a lot of critical errors at first, which he doesn’t realise are errors until he talks to the other guys. Overall, though, his confidence levels remain relatively high, so he plans on adjusting his approach and going in for round two. M’gann feels awkward about the whole situation, like “is this how Earth boys actually are in real life? Is this just a Kryptonian thing? Am I missing something?” She’s overanalysing the situation something awful, and she wonders if it feels wrong because of something she’s doing, or not doing, and she talks to the other girls about it… When Conner actually gets it through his head how to talk to girls, that’s when their relationship starts. He can be very rough and playful, like a big golden retriever, but he’s learned that he needs to be careful with someone like M’gann, who’s more of a sweet little bunny who gets really excited about things, like “Earth Cooking” and “Vending Machines.” The two of them don’t always understand Earth things, or customs, but they’re relieved that the other doesn’t, so they kind of come up with their own private jokes, and it’s really sweet. The great difference between the two is that: Conner is super confident a lot of the time, especially about who he is and where he’s going, but M’gann is exactly the opposite. Over time, he helps her uncover the things that matter most to her, and therefore helps her understand what sort of person she is and who she wants to become.

Conner and Kaldur. Naturally, Kaldur didn’t get close to anyone at first, but after that whole adventure… he and Conner have a very specific relationship. Ever see a cub or a kitten or a puppy trying to play with their mother’s ear or tail or something, but the mom’s just sitting there, looking tired? That’s kinda it. Kaldur finds Conner’s antics amusing, up until they become irresponsible, at which point he shifts into Mom Mode.™️ He and Tim kinda share the title of “Team Mom.” Or maybe one of them’s more like “Team Dad?” You decide. (If everyone starts acting irresponsibly, Kaldur is usually the last adult standing.) Point is, Kaldur is still a battle hardened warrior, and even though he’s learning how to be more expressive, he still thinks Conner can be a bit of a drama queen, and a little too… much… at times. They’re almost a little like Jack O’Niell and Teal’c from Stargate SG-1, if anyone’s seen. But they’re cool, Kaldur doesn’t ever get annoyed with Conner, he simply handles Conner.

In general, Kaldur still has a hard time getting really, really close with the others, mainly just having serious heart-to-hearts or observing their hobbies and interests, but if there was one person on the team I would say he’s close with, it’s Tim. Tim does his best to check in with him and be there for him, as the team’s leader, and they tend to have a lot of very long, very deep conversations. They often go back and forth about battle strategy, they share the title of “Team Mom” a lot, being the two most responsible members, they’re both smart, and they’re both depressed a lot.

(Lol, just had a thought. Kaldur and Steph = Tigress and Po from Kung Fu Panda 2. *Kaldur catches Steph and flips her back around as if she were made of paper* Steph: “Did you guys see that? It’s called being awesome.”)

Now, Steph is the most extroverted in the group. She’s the one who always breaks the ice, who has no problem jumping straight into the deep end, and is the most comfortable chillin’ with the guys. Cassie never really did the whole “hanging with the guys” thing growing up, it was mostly “all the neighbourhood kids or nothing,” so, like, sort of adjacent, but not quite the same thing. Then M’gann never really hung out with guys ever, so Steph is kinda alone on that one. She and Conner are a dangerous duo. They require at least two babysitters. Then, once Bart comes along (post memory wipe, that is) their duo of chaos becomes a trio. NEVER LEAVE THESE THREE ALONE EVER. Steph tries to get close to Kaldur, and tries to introduce him to certain fun things, but for a long while she just can’t understand why they aren’t clicking, and why he and Tim do it so easily. Then, she realises that what Kaldur values is genuine conversation and connection, which is harder for her, but they wind up sharing a few moments together that help them bond a bit more.

Now Bart. I saved him for last because it’s a little confusing having to talk about two different versions of him. Pre-memory wipe, Bart is afraid, anxious, and thinks like a little kid. Being trapped in a computer for a year tends to stunt you like that. So when he first arrives, after the NTT’s initial suspicion subsides, they kinda adopt him. He’s never had his own bedroom, or owned normal civilian clothes, or eaten anything besides rations, (bacon was an eye opener), so the team can’t help but feel bad for him, though Conner specifically tends to feel like he’s a little bit like dead weight at times during their journey through time, because he’s too afraid to actually do anything for much of it. Put simply, the main form of bonding that happens with them all on that adventure is: trauma bonding. But then, there’s post-memory wipe Bart. After the wipe, his personality changed. He still naturally feels disquieted and repelled by tech, but beyond that, he’s more cheerful, funny, always moving too fast for his own good, forgetful, but with a bit of an attitude when he feels like it. Especially when people give him “the look.” Something he noticed after the memory wipe. People who knew him before sometimes look at him like he’s a wounded puppy, and he hates it. This is what eventually leads him to want to regain his memories, but that’s a story for another time. Like mentioned earlier, he gets along a little too well with Conner and Stephanie—he can drive Tim up a wall with how much he doesn’t sit still, or listen, or just… do the thing he asked him to do twenty minutes ago! But Bart’s a good kid, Tim can’t stay frustrated with him forever. Kaldur has another child to reign in. Cassie takes on an almost “big sister” role for him, and M’gann loves testing out new Earth recipes on him, because he’ll eat anything.

Alright, I think that’s everyone. Please don’t hesitate to ask more questions! Always love getting to share!

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Chapter 2 - Nineteen with Neck Tatz // (4.2k words) // Explicit - 18+

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You're a late bloomer when it comes to cursed energy, entering Tokyo Jujutsu High partway through the 4th year on the support student track. Because of this, you get paired with the only combat track sorcerer without a partner for obvious reasons, Ryomen Sukuna. He's had a tragic upbringing as a human that is part curse with dark expectations for how to live his life. However, after meeting you, he slowly starts to see the possibility of a different path with someone he might love.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, explicit smut, violence/blood/injury, dubious consent, dubious morality, drug and alcohol use, falling in love, angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending

You know you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but it's hard not to when you see him striding towards you and your table confidently. He just exudes an aura of assertiveness mixed with something sinister. You aren’t an expert on cursed energy in the slightest, however, you can pick up on the darkness wafting through the air making it harder to breathe.

You notice he’s eying Gojo, so you decide it's safe to watch him approach. It’s impossible to not be captivated by his presence, his hands are shoved in his pockets and sleeves rolled up just enough to expose tattoos on his wrists and muscular forearms. Oh and what you saw on his neck was black ink cutting across the contours of muscle like jagged bolts of lightning. His sharp jawline is accentuated by more ink running parallel from between his cheekbone and ear down to his chin.

Face tattoos, that's definitely a choice. There’s something about it that fits with his demeanor though.

“What’s up man,” his deep voice breaks you from your daze as he slaps Gojo on the back.

“Sup Sukuna,” Gojo greets him.

Sukuna. Interesting name.

Gojo stares straight ahead as Sukuna leans down to murmur something in his ear, Gojo nodding slightly as he takes a sip of his drink. Sukuna’s eyes flick briefly towards you, the eye contact only lasting for a second as you quickly divert your gaze to anything but him. The intensity of just that one moment was enough to send chills down your spine.

“Sukuna, have you met our new classmate yet?” Gojo speaks up, gesturing to you as he says your name.

“Nope,” he says in a disinterested voice, “seems weak judging by that cursed energy signature though.”

“Dude, I swear sometimes you decide to see how fast you can sound like an asshole in as few words as possible,” Shoko barks at him which results in a cocky smirk in return.

He presses his hands into the edge of the table, flexing his arms as he gets a better look at you. This time you meet his sharp gaze until he glances away, which feels like a tiny victory.

OK actually he is really fucking hot. Seems like an absolute fuck boy, but you couldn’t deny his attractiveness. When he glanced in your direction, you thought you saw a hint of red in his eyes. You feel your face flush as he walks away. Shoko notices this almost immediately.

“Ah another poor girl captivated by Ryomen Sukuna’s aura,” she giggled.

“Wh-what?? No I-“

“I’m just joking. He is an attractive guy, you aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last to think that,” she smirked.

“What's his deal?

“I mean he is really strong, there is no doubt about that. His dad is a special operations sorcerer so he definitely has it in him,” Shoko explains.

“Ever since we’ve known him, he's been moody and hard to get along with. Also he has big beef with Gojo over who is stronger,” Geto adds with a chuckle.

“Which by the way is absolutely me!” Gojo says animatedly.

You laugh in response as you take a sip of your drink. Honestly most of the guys you’ve seen so far have been pretty attractive, was there something about cursed energy that just made guys hotter? No matter what, you noticed your ex boyfriend was quickly slipping from the depths of your mind.

All three of you finish eating and make your way back to the dorms. You go to change into your pajamas and reconvene with your friends in the lounge area.

“So, what was life like for you before coming here?” Gojo asks as he falls into the couch next to you. His blue eyes are mesmerizing, how can someone be blessed with this good of looks?

You start to describe your childhood and how your dad is a sorcerer. How you went to traditional private school, playing sports, your favorite subjects, the typical high school activities.

“Do you have a boyfrieeeeend?” He asks in a low joking tone.

“No, well, I did, but I broke up with him before coming here,” you say with just a hint of sadness.

“Wow such a heartbreaker,” Geto smirks, shaking his head.

“Are there any couples here?” You ask curiously. You figured as a boarding school there would be no shortage of messy relationships.

“Eh there are a few. The guy with black hair who was with Sukuna has a longtime girlfriend. Also you haven’t met them, but Choso and Yuki are dating. Other than that, mainly flings and friends with benefits situations,” Shoko chimes in.

“So typical high school shit it sounds like, except everyone lives together.” You laugh. Your mind wanders, it's kind of exciting being able to do whatever you want. Living at home, it was hard to get alone time with your ex, but here it's fair game.

“Well if you ever need a wing woman you know where to find me,” Shoko’s words interrupt your thoughts.

“Thanks Shoko,” you smile back. She really has been a good friend over the years and you know she has your back.

Three girls walk in the lounge as you all are hanging out and you can’t help but overhear their conversation which sounds stressed.

“He left abruptly and hasn’t talked to me since,” a girl with long black hair says, sounding upset.

“Kiko it’s probably nothing you did, I wouldn’t worry much about it, you know how he is,” a blond haired girl responds obviously trying to cheer her friend up.

You wonder who they are talking about. You certainly remember similar conversations happening at your old school with girls getting caught up with guys who are only interested in one thing. You are amused to see that this school isn’t much different from traditional high schools when it comes to this stuff.

The girls suddenly get quiet. You turn around and see the guys come in that you saw earlier. Sukuna and Toji, you remember their names.

“Kiko, doll I was looking for you,” you hear a low drawl come from Sukuna. Damn even his voice sounds sexy, you think to yourself. He saunters over to the group of girls, his hands in his pockets again.

Kiko looks a little perturbed and you assume she is trying to play a little hard to get, but it doesn’t seem to last long. “Kuna I was wondering where you got off to,” she giggles while the other girls direct their attention to Sukuna. He obviously has them wrapped around his finger. Poor girls.

“Well I wanna get off with you, so you best quit standing around here,” he says so nonchalantly that you almost choke on your water bottle. How can someone be so brazen out in the open like this!? The girls all laugh and Kiko steps towards him, pressing her body against his as he leans back against the kitchen counter. You notice him wrap a large hand around her and grab her ass, pulling her close towards him.

“I’ll talk to you all later,” you hear Kiko giggling to her friends as she follows him away, Sukuna not even bothering to wait for her.

“Is Kiko his girlfriend?” You whisper to Shoko.

“Hell no,” she bursts out laughing. “He basically has a harem following him around. Treats them like shit, but it seems to make them want him more. She’s his flavor of choice for the night I guess.” She rolls her eyes.

“I see,” you say awkwardly. You have always felt bad for girls in this situation. You had a friend in school that confessed to you that if she kept hooking up with a guy she liked, she thought he would eventually like her back. It hurt to watch her go through that, seeing her realize she would never be enough, always getting her hopes up to end up being let down again.

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” you stand up and stretch, suddenly exhausted from the day and eager for some alone time.

“I’ll come by to grab you in the morning,” Shoko says as she jumps up to hug you. The boys also bid you good night as you leave the lounge area, entering the dim hallway. You make it back to your room, take a quick shower, and climb into bed. You pull a book out from your bookshelf and start to read, quickly falling asleep after reading just a few pages.

***

Your first class is Math. Thank god because that’s your best subject anyways. Even though your technique didn’t develop until later, you still inherited a brain that could run insane numbers of calculations in your head. You’ve never had to worry about a math class before and you sure as hell weren’t going to now.

“Morning kiddo,” Gojo jokes with you as he takes a seat to your right. “First night in the new room everything you dreamed it would be?”

“Not going to lie it’s pretty nice to not have my parents banging down the door to wake up,” you laugh. Honestly you are enjoying this newfound freedom, you can really do what you want when you want.

The room slowly fills up as it gets closer to 8AM. The girls from last night, Kiko and her friends, roll in together, sitting across the room. Next a brunette girl with a scar on her nose walks in.

“Utahime!!” Gojo exclaims, “I saved you a seat!” She looks at him confused as there were no empty seats around him.

“What are you talking about,” she rolls her eyes until she notices him patting his lap. “What the fuck is wrong with you???” She seethes with a blush on her face.

“Wow how ungrateful,” Gojo feigns being offended and crosses his arms, looking away. She stomps off and sits two seats behind him. “She plays so hard to get, but I know she loves me,” Gojo whispers to you as Geto shakes his head, smirking. “Utahime you didn’t even introduce yourself to our new classmate!” Gojo turns around and yells, clearly enjoying tormenting her as her blush deepens.

You wave, smiling slightly with an apologetic grin. She cracks a smile back, compassion in her eyes. “Poor girl having to sit next to you on her first day,” she retorts at him, causing the class to laugh.

“You are so mean,” Gojo places a hand on his chest with a look of pain on his face. This guy was so theatrical, you can’t help but join in the laughter.

The door bangs open again and this time Sukuna storms in.You can’t possibly imagine what turned him into a tornado at 8 in the morning but you decide to ignore it. A few girls try to get his attention, obviously wanting him to sit with them, but he turns up your aisle and sulks to the back row. You lock eyes for a second as he bounds past you to sit next to Toji.

“Sukuna, why don’t you sit with me?” Kiko gets up and walks over to his desk.

“Shut up, I'm sitting over here. You go back over there, you’ll know if I want you around,” he scoffs without even looking at her. You are taken aback at his audacity, cringing at his harsh words.

Her eyes look hurt as she makes her way back over to her friends. The guy is such an asshole holy shit. As little as you can interact with him the better.

Your teacher comes in and settles everyone down. He passes out a quiz you didn’t know about since you started at school late, but he tells you to just do your best and you won’t be penalized.

You look over the quiz, realizing that the problems aren’t that challenging. Thank god for your nerd brain, you chuckle internally. You finish with about 20 minutes to spare, waiting until your teacher calls for time.

“Pass your quiz to the person 2 rows up to you, and we will go through and grade each other's work,” your teacher says. You notice Sukuna at your side, thrusting his papers into your face wordlessly. You take them without speaking, waiting for him to move so you can walk up to hand off your work. He’s looking down at you almost expectantly.

“What?” You give him a challenging look.

“Nothing, was just looking at what answers your dumbass had on there.”

You snort in response, eliciting a sneer from him. “I’m not worried about it, I know I did well,” you retort, causing his glare to penetrate you even more.

“Hmph,” he growls as he snatches your work and walks it up two rows for you.

What the fuck is his problem? Unless he’s ultra competitive you have no idea what you did to elicit this response. Whatever, you get your red pen out as your teacher starts reading off the answers.

Sukuna ends with a 95, missing just one. So he must be pretty smart behind that dickhead facade. You get up and walk back to where he’s sitting, handing him the quiz. “Good job,” you say with a straight face and proceed to walk back to your seat, not bothering to wait for a response. You sit back down and see your quiz face up on your desk with a 100 on it. Yes! You knew you would crush it, and scoring higher than him was weirdly satisfying.

Your teacher collects everything, looking over the quizzes quickly. “Well looks like we have one perfect score, congrats!” he beams at you, the unwanted attention making you shrink away. Can we not on the first day?

You hear Sukuna scoff behind you. Serves him right.

“Ayye Sukuna, how does it feel to be second best,” Gojo teases from a few rows up. You look back at him and notice his jaw is tensing up, eyes shooting daggers back in the direction of Gojo. Aww poor thing must be used to being the best at everything you figure, not anymore.

“Shut the fuck up loser,” he barks back, “bet you couldn’t even muster more than a 70.” You giggle which causes Sukuna’s anger to now be directed at you. “Don’t know what you think you’re laughing at.”

You make a face at him as you meet his gaze, “imagine getting enraged over a math quiz, a glorified piece of paper,” you dig at him, noticing his fists clench on his desk. Then you turn around, not intent on letting this angsty man child get under your skin and not allowing him a chance to counter. Your friends laugh at your comment.

Everyone around you congratulates you on your perfect score. You notice Utahime leading the charge on roasting Gojo for his subpar performance. He responds that she could help him study anytime, to which she angrily throws a pencil at his head. Those two are hilarious.

You come to find out the school schedule here is much more chill than your traditional school. You do two one hour classes in the morning, then a break from 10-1. Then you have combat class from 1-3.

Shoko and Utahime lead you to the cafeteria for lunch, both chatting about combat class. “So what happens in combat class?” You ask.

“For us support students, you get paired up with a combat student for 2 hours every other day so that they can teach us simple combat. While we are just support, it’s good to know some skills just in case,” Shoko explains as she shovels rice into her mouth. “The pairings are already set, so I’m not sure what they will do with you. Maybe you can come with me and Toji. A few times a month, you go on missions with your partner. They are usually super simple though, so we can practice. Like grade 4 and lower curses.”

You are pretty excited for this part. Even though you had no interest in extreme combat, learning a few moves would make you feel more confident. You three finish your food and make your way towards the training grounds for your afternoon session.

The training grounds were a ways from the classroom buildings, you assume to prevent damage from rogue attacks. The grounds remind you of a sports field with a track around a grassy flat area. Everyone is gathered on the bleachers chatting, getting their tools and gear in place.

Principal Yaga looks to be supervising this. You approach him to see if he has any feedback for who you will be partnered with. “Come with me,” he says bluntly as he walks towards the bleachers. “Sukuna, get over here,” he barks up at him.

No. Please god no. Anyone but him.

“I’ll be pairing you with Sukuna as he’s the only one without a partner. I trust that you will figure out a way to work together. Sukuna is a very strong sorcerer, I have no doubt about his knowledge and skill. However, beware of his attitude and let me know if he becomes too much.”

Sukuna slowly saunters up to you both, a bored look in his eyes and his hands shoved into his pockets. “Sukuna, you will be partnered up with her,” Yaga states.

“Are you fucking serious!! I don’t want to have to deal with this underling of a support student. It’s not worth my time to train these losers,” he yells, having a full blown tantrum at this point.

Your stomach lurches as you hear this. You are mortified as people start to stare at the commotion. Sukunas eyes are brimming with rage as he glares at Yaga, his fists balled up as if he might attempt to pummel the man.

“You watch your tone with me,” Yaga steps forward, his face inches from Sukuna’s. You feel the heaviness of the air emanating from them as they stare into each other's eyes. Sukuna backs down first, storming away. What an insufferable human.

“Alright partner up,” Yaga yells to quiet the group’s murmurs. You see people start to pair off, most everyone being friendly with each other. You slowly walk toward Sukuna, almost terrified of what’s to come. He looks so angry.

“Um hey Sukuna,” you say as you cautiously approach him on the bleachers. He’s sitting down on the metal seat, his back and shoulders resting on the row above, legs spread with his feet on the ground. His eyes are closed but you aren’t sure what that actually means.

“What brat?” he snaps at you, crossing his arms, eyes now slits as he glares up at you.

“Um, so are we going to do some training orrrr…” you trail off, noticing he isn’t paying attention at all.

Grade A asshole behavior right here.

“Do you honestly think I want anything to do with training you? Your pathetic support role is not worth my time. Why would I train someone who won’t even contribute to jujutsu society in a meaningful way? You’ll probably just die.” His fingers are digging into the metal of the bleachers and his jaw is clenching as he grits his teeth in a scowl.

This guy. Unreal. You decide to try a different approach. “Why don’t we just fight then, no training, we just see what happens.” Probably not the best idea, but you are sick of his bad attitude and just want to get this over with.

Sukuna seems to perk up at that. No doubt it sounds appealing to beat up on you. You don’t know anything about fighting, but you would hope he wouldn’t just obliterate you on the spot, it’s just practice after all.

“I’m going to make you regret suggesting that,” he says in a gravelly voice as he jumps up, rolling his shoulders back a few times and cracking his neck. He tilts his head to the side towards an open area on the edge of the training grounds, letting you walk in front of him as he follows from behind. Being so close to him, you realize he is massive, both tall and muscular. You start to get nervous, he could really fuck you up. Around you, pairs of students are casually sparring, giving each other tips and moves to practice.

You turn around and face him. He’s leaning back a bit with his hands in his pockets, a menacing smirk appearing on his face as he rolls up his sleeves, revealing tattoos on his wrists and up his arms. You swear his nails turn into claws and his hair gets extra spiked, eyes reddening a bit. He looks a little scary now.

“I’m waiting brat,” he breaks the silence. You swallow nervously, sizing him up. This is a mistake, but no backing down now you guess. You gather up the courage to launch yourself at him, closing the gap, not really sure what you are going to do. You wind up, planning to land a punch on him. He dodges easily, hands back in his pockets. You pivot on your right foot, swinging a left hook at him that he easily dodges again.

“What a joke” he mutters. Suddenly he grabs your wrist with his claws, making you squeak in pain as he draws blood, pulling you close to him. He grabs your shirt collar by the other hand, hoisting you up so your gaze is even with his.

“Truly pathetic,” he growls, his hot breath on your face. Blood is running down your arm, the pain stinging now. You aim your knee at his stomach and push with all your might. His stomach feels like concrete as your knee collides with him, probably hurting you more than him.

Fuck. This is pitiful. Sukuna seems surprised that you would attempt such a move. An annoyed look creeps across his face, his eyes turning a deeper shade of red. He releases your wrist and delivers a crushing blow to your stomach as you swear you hear something crack. You practically vomit with how much spit leaves your mouth as he knocks the wind out of you, feeling yourself go airborne across the open area. Crashing to the ground, your arms are cut up by the stones and dirt. Fuck, you can barely move, it feels like your entire stomach has been turned inside out, the pain almost blinding.

He’s quickly back in front of you again. How did he even move that fast? He picks you up by the back of your shirt, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “Tired already? You are truly weaker than I could have imagined.” You spit in his face in response, your eyes and face contorted in anger. Terrible idea, the look on his face looks more unhinged than you’ve ever seen someone. He grabs your neck with his claws, feeling them stab through your skin as he slams you on your back into the earth. Your entire body recoils with the impact, hardly able to breathe as your lungs are practically rendered unusable.

Sukuna leans down so his face is inches from yours, “what a worthless girl, you’d be better off if I just kill you right now.” He shoves you further into the earth one more time, stands up, and starts walking away, hands back in his pockets.

Even though your whole body could collapse, you are infuriated. How dare he? God you want to fuck him up so bad. You slowly pull yourself up, feeling cursed energy rampaging through your body. Almost on instinct and in the blink of an eye, you can sense the earth beneath you, energy finding the pores of the soil, then sensing his footsteps and the microscopic voids of his shoes. Your brain performs a calculation, the weight of him times acceleration due to gravity compared to the force pushing up from the earth. Suddenly you feel your energy harden and bond his feet to the earth. Your technique floods into the pores of his skin, locking his feet, then legs, and rest of his body from moving. Everything happens in seconds. You feel your energy pool in your legs as you launch yourself at him, punching him as hard as you can in the mouth.

You hear and feel your knuckles crack as they collide with his mouth, his lip exploding in blood as you connect with his mouth.

“Ouch!!” You cry out as you are sure you shattered the bones in your hand. Meanwhile he is shocked, but unable to move. His eyes widen in surprise, processing what happened in the mere seconds that have passed. You feel smug seeing the look on his face. Suddenly your stomach lurches and you throw up, falling to your knees at his feet. Why am I so light headed? You try to get your bearings as your vision goes blurry. You try to stand back up, but darkness overtakes you as Sukuna’s feet are the last thing you see.

Chapter 1

Masterlist

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