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izzabela · 3 months ago

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Hello!! Can you write about Smoke trying to ask fem. reader to be his date for Kuai Liang's wedding?

Plus One - Tomas x fem!reader (5+1 fic)

in which Tomas tries five times to ask you to be his date, and the one time he finally gets it right

a/n: i love weddings guys

ship[s]: tomas x fem!reader

warning(s): post-kanon

1 - Johnny

Tomas had a plan.

Walk in the hosting room, hand you the small bouquet of wisterias, and ask you to accompany him to his brother's wedding.

Easy, right?

Wrong. Especially with a woman as beautiful as you.

You two weren't dating (yet), but Tomas had been pining after you for a couple of months now.

This wedding invite would double as an opportunity to ask you out completely.

Tomas holds the flowers he plans on giving you, stands in front of the door for a couple more seconds as he hypes himself up for you.

"You can do this," Tomas whispers to himself. Gripping on the handle of the door, he slides it open to meet you in a... precarious situation.

Johnny is chasing you around with one of Tomas's masks (elder gods know how that ended up in the hosting room). You were padding around the room in childish joy, but stopped once you saw him.

"Oh, Tomas!" you greet. "Sorry about that, Johnny dropped in for a visit for some research on Japan. Kuai Liang invited him in."

Your eyes drop to the wisteria bouquet.

"Who's that going to?" you ask.

Tomas tosses the bouquet out to the side, smiling tightly as he walks in and closes the door.

"Nothing! It was for sister..." he lies, guilty he's using Harumi as a scapegoat.

As you and Johnny continue playing, Tomas grits his teeth.

He has six days before the wedding. Day one didn't go so well, but he has six more days.

Yeah, he thinks, Tomorrow will go just fine.

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2 - Raiden

You and Tomas are greeted at the entrance of the Wu Shi by Kung Lao and Raiden.

"Welcome, our esteemed guests," Kung Lao teases. You roll your eyes, bowing halfway.

"Funny, Kung Lao," you greet with a smile. Tomas does the same thing.

Five days until the wedding and Tomas still has his bouquet waiting for you. Since today was a visit to talk about security for the wedding.

Perfectly stowed away in his shirt, Tomas is by your side as Kung Lao and Raiden talk about the safety of the bride and groom.

A monk suddenly rushes to Kung Lao's side, whispering to him about... something.

"Apologies, everyone!" Kung Lao announces. "I'll be taking my leave, but Raiden will show you two more of the details."

Waving Kung Lao off, Raiden begins to tour you guys around the place and offer more insight to security and what the monks can provide.

You'd think that Tomas would have the perfect opportunity to talk to you about the wedding and going as a couple, but he didn't.

Raiden was stuck to your side the entire day. Literally, glued to your hip as he showed you every nook and cranny about the academy.

It wasn't even about the security of the monks anymore. He showed you everything and everywhere of the academy.

Little by little, Tomas could feel his confidence wilt and waver. It wasn't until the sun set that you finally were able to address Tomas.

"Raiden is such a hospitable young man," you gush, hand on your cheek as you wave goodbye.

"What was it you wanted to speak to me about?" you ask, walking with him as a portal opens back to the compound.

Tomas tucks the bouquet deeper into his shirt, smiling tightly as he glares at Raiden.

"It can wait until dinner, dove," Tomas answers politely. You smile, and Tomas can feel the guilt take bigger bites out of his conscious.

Poor Raiden, he was just trying to be friendly.

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3 - Kenshi

Four days.

Four days until the wedding and Tomas's chances have been ruined twice now.

No matter, since he still has time.

Today, Tomas knew no one would be taking up yours, his, or the clan's time at all. His bouquet for you was beginning to wilt a bit, but Harumi supplied him with plant food and a matching vase.

Carrying the flowers in its vase, he walks to the garden and pond in the back of the compound.

In all honesty, the days he got interrupted gave him time to practice his words for you. So this time around, he's more confident and ready.

Rounding the corner, he finds you sitting by yourself on the wooden ledge. The breeze was light and cool, and your hair billowed like a willow tree.

"Good morrow, dove," Tomas greets. You smile, a dust of pink over your cheeks.

Before you could say anything, Kenshi appears from the room behind you (was that always there? Tomas thinks). Though his eyes are no longer useful, his brows do the talking as they're up in surprise.

"Good morning, Tomas. What brings you here?"

A vein pops in his neck, and he bites back from saying "i live here, doofus". Keeping up appearances, he recovers and smiles semi-politely.

"I just finished training my students," Tomas answers.

You look to see that Tomas has the same flowers from a couple of days ago.

"I thought you had given that to Harumi already," you point to the flowers. "Did you not get it to her?"

Tomas mentally curses himself, "Ah, she wasn't in the other day."

Putting the flowers to the side, he sits down next to you and Kenshi, Kenshi to your left and him on your right.

You three are engrossed in conversation, and Tomas is actually okay with not being able to ask you out.

Besides, Kenshi is rational, Johnny was an idiot and Raiden was touchy (no he wasn't Tomas is just getting antsy).

I have tomorrow, Tomas thinks, Tomorrow I'll do it.

The wisterias keep bending over the lip of the vase, almost like a cursed rose counting down the time he had left before he'd be cursed forever.

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4 - Kung Lao

With two days remaining until the wedding, Tomas's patience was running thin.

The wisteria bouquet was losing its color, and the taut petals were shriveling like raisins with the time passing like this.

Still, he remained hopeful. Just as there were wilting petals, there were still some that were bright and healthy.

"Today for sure," Tomas tells himself. "Today is the day I'll do it."

If Tomas had a ten yen coin for every time his allies came through and stopped his advances for you, he'd have three. It isn't a lot, but it is weird it happened three times.

Tomas opens another pack of fertilizer for the the flowers, dumping it in the water of the vase before he stirs it with a wooden dowel.

He's not bringing it today, since it looks like a bit of a mess. To replace it, he has a letter and a bouquet of baby's breath.

Leaving his room, he wanders the compound again to to try and see where you are.

It's a warm evening this time around, and the sun has barely just touched the horizon. Tomas can hear the birds chirp and fill the silence of nature, and he finally spots you.

You're by the entrance this time, leaning on the huge maple wood door frame while talking to someone. Despite the posture you're in, you look as regal as ever. The sun shines and illuminates your very features, and Tomas can't help but sigh like a school boy in love.

He steps closer, rounding the corner to see who could be making you cover your mouth as you laugh, only to find the silhouette of a sun hat.

"Oh, hello!" Kung Lao greets. His dimples are out as he smiles fully, pearly white teeth shining as he waves the smoke ninja over.

"Come join us! Little birdie over here was just updating me about the wedding plans!" Kung Lao yells.

You swat his shoulder and tell him to hush.

"You said you would not tell!" you scold. "This is a secret!"

Tomas hid the letter in his shirt and the bouquet in the pocket of his pants. He couldn't intervene, not now, and not when you were clearly enjoying the laughs Kung Lao was providing.

Still, Tomas remained by your side, back straight and putting up the best front he could. However, the bouquet in his pants portrayed a different story.

Tomorrow, Tomas thinks, I'll do it for real.

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5 - Kuai Liang

The last day before the wedding.

Everything should have been in place so that the bride and groom could have time to relax and be with their respective parties before the day of the ceremony.

So why is it that you and Kuai Liang were together at a flower shop, piecing together his corsage?

It was strange, too, considering a corsage is a western practice- Japanese weddings didn't even need flowers unless it was for the bride.

Tomas didn't want to give up, not when the wedding was so close, but the fact he ended up following you and Kuai Liang to the flower shop in the village near the compound meant he was on thin ice.

And boy was he desperate.

Tomas was ready. His wisterias were healthy, the baby's breath was still in tact, and the flowers worked so well together. The letter was the perfect touch too.

So the fact he saw you and Kuai Liang leave together, he couldn't hide his frustrations any longer.

"Brother, I swear to the elder gods..." Tomas mumbles to himself as he watches you two from a roof nearby.

He was still thinking of a way to come up to you two naturally, and without showing the vase and letter.

At this point, though, and with the wedding tomorrow, he felt defeated. He felt like he had given up.

He keeps the flowers and letter on the roof, telling himself he'll get the later. He takes his mask off and ruffles his clothes to make it look like he ran errands.

Finally, he jumps down on the opposite end of the shop, walking down until you point out to Kuai Liang that you see him.

"Tomas! What brings you here?" you ask gleefully, unaware of the sadness that plagues his heart.

"Nothing, dove. Just running some final errands before the wedding tomorrow."

He spends the rest of the day with you and his brother, the flowers and letter sitting idly on the rooftop- just like his feelings rest idly in his heart.

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+1 - Harumi

You brush Harumi's hair one more time before rolling the hood over her head. Through the mirror, you look at her and offer her words of encouragement.

"Oh Harumi, I'm so happy for you," you say with a wobbly voice, tears lining the bottom of your eyes as you squeeze her shoulder.

You friend of many years, your ride or die, your platonic soulmate, was getting married to the most honorable man in the planet- in the realm!

How could you not be happy for her?

Harumi can sense that something is amiss with you, especially since you've been so excited for this wedding.

"What plagues your mind, my friend?" she asks, turning away from the vanity to hold both your hands.

You shake your head, "Nothing is wrong, just so overcome with joy."

Yeah, no. Harumi isn't believing a word since your tone didn't match the words you spoke.

"Come now, you can tell me," Harumi coaxes you gently. You can't help but fall victim to her charm, and you sit next to her to tell her about the week leading up to today.

From Johnny and his research, Raiden and the Wu Shi visit, even the little meets with Kenshi and Kung Lao, and you can't forget the fact that Kuai Liang took you to a flower shop to get a corsage made for Tomas.

All of these little things, talking to your friends about how to properly ask Tomas out to be your date, Harumi hears everything about your dilemma.

"Well... why don't you hear him now?" Harumi asks. He waves the handmaiden over, telling her that she's ready for the men to come in.

Kuai Liang and Tomas walk inside, wearing the traditional attire of a Japanese groom and best man. While Harumi is practically drooling over Kuai Liang, you can't help but be breathless in front of the European.

"Hi..." Tomas waves awkwardly with one hand, his other hiding something behind his back.

You give him the same salutation, gripping the corsage against your yukata.

"We will be outside getting ready, but the procession can't start until our best man and maid of honor are ready," Harumi tells you both.

Harumi winks at you while Kuai Liang is giving his younger brother a knowing glance. Tomas just waves him out.

"You look... lovely," Tomas finally says, eyeing you up and down. "Your yukata is a flattering color."

He wasn't lying. Harumi went to great lengths finding you the perfect yukata in your favorite color. She even got the best tailor in the country to fit it well against your body.

"I uh, wanted to give you something-"

"Wait! I have something as well," Tomas interrupts. He pulls out the thing you had been seeing through the weekend, the vase with the wisterias and the baby's breath.

"Oh... Tomas they're beautiful," you barely whisper. "For me?"

He nods, pointing to the flowers as he explains, "Baby's breath symbolizes everlasting love, and wisterias represent grace."

He meets your eyes, and you can see a bit of red at the corners indicating his shyness.

"This is my graceful everlasting love to you, not only as a friend, but as a suitor, if you'll have me."

You take the flowers and set them down on the vanity, taking the note from his hand as well and replacing it with the thing Tomas had seen earlier in the week.

Tomas looks down, "The corsage? But I thought-."

You shake your head, "No you goof, it wasn't for anyone but you!"

You then begin to explain how you spoke to each man about your crush on Tomas, and how you were gathering ideas on a gift to pair with your declaration of love.

Kuai Liang's idea was the best, and he offered to go out with you to fulfill that. Silly Tomas.

You take the corsage and pin it to the hem of his yukata. The flowers you chose were a white peonies and dark purple violets.

"The peony represents beauty and the violets represent faithfulness. You are the faithful, beautiful, dutiful man who has captured my heart."

Tomas is wide-eyed, and you recover yourself before your shame can eat you alive.

"If you'll have me..." You don't need to ask twice before Tomas takes your hand in his, kissing the back of your hand as he nods to the door.

"Are you ready to accompany me, my consort?" Tomas asks.

You nod, "Gladly, my loving suitor."

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5+1 fics are so funny, this also makes me miss weddings

see you guys in the next fic!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #x reader #mk1 2023 #tomas vrbada #smoke #smoke x reader #tomas x you #tomas x reader #tomas vrbada x you #tomas vrbada x reader #johnny cage #kung lao #mk raiden #kenshi takahashi

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roosterbruiser · 2 years ago

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Ohmygod i love the blurb you wrote for mafia bobby 😭 you did so well with it!

Still on anon for now, a bit shy about requesting on my main but -

Would you do a Jake x Kazansky reader where he's jealous/infuriated/*cough* horny *cough* because the reader (who's also an aviator) is always being praised by their superiors?

Enemies to friends with benefits to lovers?

If he's a teeny bit mean to the reader (calls her a nepotism baby or something) i would love that 🥺

Thank you so much, everything you've written so far is brilliant!

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You can feel his eyes on you. Those bright green things that somehow feel like flames licking your skin. They're burning your cheek, the one you have turned towards him. If you didn't loathe him entirely, maybe you'd admit that his eyes were actually a shade of green you were fond of. If you liked him more, maybe you'd say that his eyes are the color of eucalyptus or clover. But since you don't like him, since he really doesn't like you, you privately imagine his eyes to be the same shade as pond scum.

Both of you tend to gravitate towards the front of the classroom, which means that when you're late--like you were today, only by a minute or two--you have to sit in the empty seat beside him. Which means that you had to move his feet from the chair where they were resting--the only seat left in the front row. You knew he certainly wasn't going to move them, especially when he smirked up at you and settled into his seat further.

So you swiftly gripped his ankles and let his feet drop unceremoniously to the concrete floor.

He started to make a sound of protest, started to laugh dryly and without humor, but you already settled into your seat and fixed him with a wonderful view of your middle finger as you "itched" your temple.

He's pissed now. You know that. Honestly, you knew he was going to be pissed before you even did it. But you did it, anyway.

You can't stand his entitlement, the way he takes up all the space around him like he owns it and smiles through it all. And you can't stand sitting anywhere except the front of the classroom--it's where you focus the best.

Maverick is droning through another training and you're being your usual studious self, taking notes with your fine-point pens and chewing on your bottom lip.

"Take a fucking picture already," you finally mutter to Jake, not peeling your eyes away from the screen Maverick stands before.

Jake snorts softly, scoffing at you.

"Don't flatter yourself," he spits back, finally turning away from you as he incessantly taps his pencil against the desk.

You try and ignore it--really, you do. But you're certain after a few minutes that he's doing it just to annoy you. That stupid repetitive clanking--tap, tap, tap, tap, tap--it's starting to drive you fucking crazy.

You're right--Jake is trying to annoy you. He doesn't like it when you sit next to him anymore than you like sitting next to him. And he didn't like that little stunt you pulled by scooping his feet out of the seat they were resting in. He won't admit it to himself or you, but he wouldn't have moved if you asked. Really, you moving his feet were the only way you would be able to sit in that chair.

But he's still pissed at you; he's always pissed at you.

You're a Kazansky, which means everyone treads lightly around you. And if Jake hates one thing--it's people who get a free ride. And you with your pretty fucking face and your sweet-smelling hair and your stupid fucking eyelashes and the ferocious way you bite your lip--you have it easy as far as he's concerned. He decided that the first time he ever met you at the Academy, as soon as you introduced yourself. Your call-sign is Wisteria, born from your unsuspecting appearance and lethal temper. But Jake doesn't like to call you that--he really doesn't like to call you anything.

Growling, you turn and stare at his pencil. He just smirks. It makes your face hot with annoyance.

"You're insufferable," you hiss at him quietly, taking a grab at his pencil.

He's faster than you, just by a fraction of a second. He moves to tapping his pencil incessantly on the other side of the desk where you can't reach him.

"You're fuckin' annoyin'," he bites back in a whispered tone. "You can sit anywhere and you choose here?"

You roll your eyes.

"Newsflash, you fucking dick--you don't own the front row," you mumble, blood rising to the tips of your ears.

"You know I always sit in the front row," he tries to reason, glaring at you, his mouth pulled into a grimace.

"So do I," you whisper back incredulously, finally peeling your eyes away from Maverick to return his wide-eyed look. "So just suck it up and shut the fuck up. Can you do that, Bagman? Pretty please?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he grins menacingly.

You groan softly, squeezing your eyes shut. He's going to be the death of you.

"If I ask you pretty please to fuck off, will you do that, too?"

Across the room, Rooster and Payback watch your exchange slyly. Rooster is shaking his head, smiling softly. Payback's lips are slightly parted and his eyebrows are raised.

"How long until they just fuck already?" Rooster whispers to Payback.

Payback shakes his head, shrugging.

"Could be hours. Could be days. Could be weeks. Who knows? God works in mysterious ways," Payback whispers back.

Rooster eyes you--your cheeks are flushed and your lip is nearly bloody from your incessant chewing. Jake is tapping his pencil again, smirking as he glances at you from the corner of his eye.

Oh yeah. You two are definitely burning for each other--Rooster can practically smell it from here.

"I give it two days," Rooster says to Payback.

Payback snorts softly, then sighs.

"I give it two hours," he mumbles back.

The two shake hands slyly under their shared desk.

"I don't know--why don't you try?" Hangman hisses at you.

You square your jaw, breathing through your nose. Lord, grant you some patience for this big hunk of blonde muscle beside you.

You softly smile at him, eyebrows blanched.

"Will you please fuck off?" You ask sweetly, even batting your eyelashes.

Hangman wants to say something. Really, he does. But Maverick is clearing his throat and looking at the two of you. So you slump into your seat, mumbling an apology as you flush. And Jake just nods at Maverick--except he stops tapping his pencil. But he knows that he's going to get you back.

And get you back he does. It's when you're both in the air, cutting through the cornflower sky, teamed up for a dogfight. You're a good pilot--maybe even one of the best. You're vigilant and calculated. You do everything by the books, which is why you've been asked to be Team Captain on more than one occasion.

Of course from Jake's perspective, it's only because of the legacy you hail from. In his opinion, you lack gumption and the kind of recklessness fighter pilots sometimes have to embody.

Needless to say--neither of you like flying with each other. So of course, Maverick pairs the two of you up.

Hangman can be calculated when he wants to be. And today, there's a special fire that's been lit under his ass--and you're the one that's been stoking it all day. So he plays by your rules, obeying you, even using your Lieutenant title--which he makes a point to never use.

But it's at that crucial moment, when you need him to cover you, when you need your wingman--that he dips. He hangs you out to dry, lets you get shot out. Hell, he practically lines up the shot for Maverick. The two of you were close to getting Maverick--so close that Jake could've gotten tone before Maverick even got close to you.

But then your tone is ringing out in your aircraft and you're dead. And Jake is grinning at you as soon as your jet touches down on the tarmac.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" He asks you, smirking as he wipes some beads of sweat from his forehead.

You're thoroughly pissed off. Like red in the cheeks, blood boiling, boulder-sitting-on-your-chest kind of pissed off. You're so pissed off that Bob is crossing the tarmac as soon as he sees that unhinged anger in your eyes, the one that usually prefaces some sort of discipline from the higher-ups.

"You son of a bitch!" You spit at Jake, pointing at him accusingly, throwing your helmet on the tarmac. "You gave Maverick the shot! Fuck, you basically lined it up for him!"

Jake is standing beneath the golden sun, his eyes narrowed as he squints at you under the bright sky. He likes seeing you like this--angry. Like, really, really angry.

"Me?" He asks dumbly, pointing to himself.

You have half a mind to scratch those green eyes out of his pretty face. You stomp towards him, hastily wiping the sweat off your face with your sleeve.

"You!" You shout, puffing your chest out as you square up to him. "You fucking--you-you-!"

"C'mon," Jake taunts, smirking down at you as your furrow your brows deeply. "Spit it out, nepotism baby."

Just as you're about to wallop Jake in his pretty fucking face, just as you're literally about to sink your teeth into his jugular, Bob steps between the two of you.

"Wisty, he wants you to hit him," Bob reasons, his sweet eyes pouring into yours. Jesus, you look feral right now--your teeth are bared, your eyes are glassy, your cheeks are red, you're damp with perspiration. "Do you really wanna give Seresin what he wants?"

Jake isn't surprised that someone jumped in to save your precious reputation. Typical behavior. Everyone always rushing to your aid like the big fucking baby you are.

"Maybe she does," Jake tells Bob, clapping him on the shoulder. "C'mon. Give it to me, baby."

Bob has to put his hands on your shoulders and hold you to the tarmac. He's certain that if he let you go, you'd be impossible to get ahold of again. And Jake would have to run for the hills if he wanted to avoid any major surgeries in the facial region.

"You're a fucking asshole!" You accuse Jake, little bits of saliva flinging at the skin of his face.

Jake comes closer to you--like a toddler taunting an animal at the zoo through the glass--and puckers his lips, making a lewd kissing noise.

He just fucking blew you a kiss.

Bob fights the overwhelming urge to let you loose. Fucking dick.

Jake swiftly turns on his heel, grinning, finally feeling like he has the upper-hand. But he is stopped only a few paces later when Cyclone bellows his official title.

Cyclone, who listened to the comms for once during your training exercise and witnessed the entire tarmac ordeal, has a few words for Jake.

Jake's stomach sinks. Fuck.

And he knows without even turning around that you're grinning now. Of course someone comes in the save the day again. If not Bob or Phoenix or Bradley or Maverick, then fucking Cyclone.

"Karma," you mutter to Bob, sighing deeply.

Bob nods, pushing his glasses back up his nose. He takes a look at your slumped shoulders and your slacked features and decides that he's probably okay to let you go.

"You know he just wants to get under your skin," Bob tells you warily, bumping you with a friendly elbow. "He's threatened by you."

You nod, scoffing.

"Good. I'm better than him."

Bob laughs and it makes something in your chest melt. You suddenly don't feel so angry anymore. You even smile a little bit.

"That you are, Wisty. Now, go take a shower. You stink."

You're in the middle of a much needed shower when the locker-room door suddenly rips open. You're startled enough to jump as you lather your body, straining on your tip-toes to look over the curtain at who just barged into the room.

The rooms are uni-sex, much to your dismay, and you're almost certain that everyone's in the air right now or has already showered after training. You cycle through the squadron in your head, furrowing your brows as you let the hot water boil the anger off your skin.

"Rooster?" You try, your voice echoing out on the tiles in the showers.

There's heavy footsteps--ones that are moving quick. Lug-sole boots, for sure. And if it really were Rooster, you're certain he would've come in humming or whistling or singing some dumb 80s song. And he would've called back at once.

No, this is someone else. Someone who's rapidly approaching, someone who's pissed off. They're stomping in your direction.

"I'm grounded for two fuckin' weeks."

Jake's voice is just outside your shower cubicle. All that separates your naked body from him and his rage is a flimsy shower curtain, one that is very nearly translucent.

You swallow thickly, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. You're naked for crying out loud--and he's trying to do this now? Here?

"Can this wait?" You ask, almost sounding timid.

Jake scoffs.

"No."

You roll your eyes, tipping your head back so the hot water washes over your face and hair again.

"How's it my problem that you're grounded?" You ask, your voice echoing in the vast empty room.

Jake is certain that the shower curtain is about to be set ablaze by his heated gaze. He wants to rip that shower curtain open and shake you silly for getting him in trouble the way you did. He can't see much of you besides your vague silhouette behind the curtain--that and your feet on the tile. Your toes are painted the color of a blueberry--on any other girl, Jake would think it's cute. But it's you, so he thinks it's juvenile.

"Because you just had to make a scene in front of everyone, didn't you? I bet you fuckin' knew Cyclone was watching!"

You scoff so loud that it makes your throat hurt.

"Bullshit, Seresin! I'm not some fucking cartoon villain! You fucked me up there and you know it. You knew I'd be pissed when we landed. I didn't know Cyclone was there."

Jake rakes his hand through his sweaty locks and groans loudly, starting to pace the damp tile outside your cubicle. He knows how threatening his boots against the tile must sound, how stuck you must feel right now. And a tiny part of him takes a strange sort of joy in that--of his presence being so big and looming that it holds you still.

"Yeah, well I guess life just has a way of going your way, huh, Kazansky?"

Your blood is beginning to boil again. Just the way he says your name, with all that venom and malice, it makes your nails dig into your palms.

"What's that mean, Bagman?"

He scoffs now--it's loud enough for you to hear above the blood rushing past your ears.

"It means that you have it easy! You've always had it easy! Your dad is fucking Tom Kazansky! Your daddy was a fighter pilot so he let you be a fighter pilot, too."

You're almost vibrating with anger now, hastily washing the conditioner out of your hair so you can rip the shower curtain and deliver a swift smack to his cheek.

It's one thing for him to say something about you--but it's a whole other thing entirely to bring up your father. You love your father--he's always been your real-life superhero. To hear Jake just say his name like that, just to hear him spit out Tom Kazansky like it means nothing makes you want to make his pretty eyes black.

"Oh, fuck you, Jake! Rooster's dad went to Top Gun, too, but I don't see you bringing that up every chance you get!"

"Rooster's dad is fucking dead!" Jake calls back, sighing in exasperation. "Doubt he helped him climb any ladders from six-feet under!"

Stomach gurgling, chest flushed, heart racing, you act before you even think. You rip open the shower curtain, your ears ringing, and stare at Jake. You want to hit him; you want to hit him more than you've ever wanted to hit anyone in your life. But you know that's probably what he wants.

So you just stand there, your naked body glistening with suds and heaving with every breath you huff out.

Jake stops his pacing, mouth falling open as he stares at all the skin that is suddenly on display. You look fucking pissed--your eyes are rimmed with red, your fists are clenched, your skin is quivering, your mouth is a tight line. But fuck if you don't look sexy right now; your nipples are pert and pink, all the hills and valleys of your body are slick, and that blueberry color on your toes looks mildly endearing as you stomp closer to him.

"You think I've got it easy?"

Your voice is laced with absolute malice.

Jake is backing away from you, his lips parted, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, I do," he says, but he sounds less sure now.

You point up at him, narrowing your eyes.

"Yeah, because women notoriously have it easy in the military. Right, Jake? I've never had to work hard for anything because my dad is an Admiral, right? And all the other people in this program that had parents go through it aren't nepotism babies if their parents are dead, right?"

You're getting closer and closer to him with every word that spews out of your mouth, pressing your finger into his chest, glowering.

Before Jake can answer--which he's having a hard time doing since all the blood in his brain is suddenly draining down, down, down--you get on your tip-toes to get all the more closer to his face.

Something is bubbling up in you, something that's been coming on for months. You're good at hiding your emotions, especially around your family, especially around your dad. You know how upset he gets when you're upset--even as a little girl, you did your best to conceal any sort of crying or whining around him--so you bottle all those tears and that rage and that grief inside your chest cavity. And now that you're naked and pissed and so close to Jake, it's all coming out in hot breaths.

"So, in a few months, when my dad is dead--you're gonna stop calling me a nepotism baby? Is that how this works? Or am I grandfathered in?"

There it is--sitting out in all the steamy air between the two of you. Your dad is dying. You know it, you've known it for a while now, and you're trying to come to terms with it. You haven't been able to tell anyone on base, therapy is too expensive, and you can't cry in front of your dad. So Jake gets to hear it all right now as you stand before him, soaking wet, trembling with rage.

And Jake suddenly feels like a fucking asshole. He hates to feel guilty--which is why he usually actively tries to steel himself against people's reactions to what he says--but he can feel the rusty anchor of it dragging across his chest heavily. He knows that his eyes have softened, that his shoulders are drooping. He knows it because you suddenly soften too.

"Wisteria," he says quietly, trying hard to keep looking at your face and not your breasts or your belly or your legs or your legs. "I'm so..."

And you feel like you're going to cry now--which is great. That's just fucking great. That's all you need right now is to cry in front of Jake fucking Seresin, who will probably internalize all of it to tease you about it for the next ten years.

With a sudden wave of goosebumps, you realize it. You're butt naked right now in front of Jake. Like, properly naked. And you're soaking wet. So, while you still have the slightest bit of dignity intact, you spin on your heel and start to hurry back to your cubicle. A deep blush is covering your chest and throat, climbing up onto your cheeks.

"Hey," Jake says, his voice softer than before. He reaches out before he even realizes what he's doing, wrapping his hand around your bicep.

You whip around quicker than he's expecting, your wet hair smacking his sweaty cheeks. His eyes are wide when you press your nose against his. And even though he knows you're angry at him, angry at the situation and at him and at the world, he knows that you're sad, too. You're sad in a way he doesn't quite understand but that he wants to help--really, he just wants this guilt sitting on his chest to fade.

"Fuck you," you hiss, jabbing his chest. Your voice breaks and he squeezes your arm tighter.

Jake is staring at you. His eyes are wide and his pupils are blown. His mouth is twisted and his cheeks are red and his hair is messy. He's something between pissed and elated, but you don't know what.

"Fuck you," he whispers back, except his voice holds no malice at all. It's soft, soft as the little breaths of his that are fanning over your face.

And he moves closer to you, just barely, just enough so that you can feel his hard cock against your naked hip.

Oh--you recognize that look now. It's lust. He wants you. He wants to fuck you.

Your heart is racing and when his hand moves to tenderly move wet hair off your shoulder, you shudder. Heat is beginning to pool between your legs now, the same heat that is making your lips swell with want.

You're still upset, your emotions are running high. But maybe this would make you feel better--actually, you know it would make you feel better. Between your busy schedule and all the family you're constantly entertaining, you don't have much of a dating life.

"That what you want?" You whisper finally, not moving away from him.

He nods once, swallowing hard.

Fuck.

"That gonna make you shut the fuck up?" You whisper to him, lips just barely grazing his.

And fuck if just the feeling of his lips on yours isn't already making a coil tighten in your belly.

He moans softly, pressing into you just a bit harder. You're steady on your feet, swallowing his sound with a hunger that you've never had for anyone else before.

You're slightly shocked that he's letting you take the lead, letting you talk to him that way. You're also shocked that you're about to kiss Jake Seresin in the locker room at your place of employment. But here you are, your tongue licking a hot stripe across his bottom lip until he opens his mouth for you.

But, like he knew exactly what you were thinking, he wraps your hair tightly around his hand and tugs harshly until your lips disconnect. There is a string of spit connecting the two of you, which makes something very warm grow in your belly.

"You're a bitch," he tells you, panting.

You nod blindly, desperate to press your mouth against his again.

"You're a dick," you tell him.

He moans again--a glutton for punishment. It makes you wet just thinking about all the mean things you can spew at him, all the frustration he would happily let you take out on him and his abs.

You're fumbling with his uniform and he's feverishly pressing kisses to your wet shoulders and neck, both of you moving quickly so you don't change your mind or get some sense knocked into you.

"Princess," he mumbles against your skin, sucking harshly over your collarbone.

"Entitled prick," you moan back, pushing his shirt on the floor and eagerly working on his belt buckle.

Jake can't believe this is happening. He never thought he wanted to fuck you--honestly, the thought had never crossed his mind. But now that you're here in front of him, naked and wet and ready for him, he can't believe he hasn't indulged in this fantasy before. You're so fucking hot that he's already straining against his service khakis, his mind spinning, his chest heaving. He's only ever strictly--and honestly, begrudgingly--noticed your beauty. It's hard for him to not notice beautiful people so it's usually your face that he lands on.

"C'mon," he hisses at you, dragging his calloused hands down to your breasts. "Faster."

He pinches hard enough to make you cry out, enough to make your toes curl. White-hot pleasure is raining over you, licking your heels, scorching you.

"Fuck you," you moans again, finally undoing his belt and getting rid of his pants and underwear in one swift movement.

"Plannin' on it," he whispers to you, delivering a few more sharp pinches to your nipples as he kneads the soft tissue of your breast in his rough hands.

His cock is freely pressing into your skin now, hard and hot and leaking pearlescent beads of pre-cum. He's big--he's really fucking big. You can feel all the veins around his cock pulsing, can feel how badly he wants you. If you weren't as wet as you are right now, you'd make fun of him.

"Shower," he commands, already pressing you against the wall of your cubicle.

The water is still running, clouding the room with steam, and after only a few moments both of you are sopping wet again. He's kissing you like he's trying to devour you, relentless in his harsh movements on your chest. The pleasure is almost paralyzing you, almost rendering you motionless.

But after only a few moments of his harsh movements, you finally move down and wrap your fingers around his cock. You give a few tugs, slipping your thumb over the his slit.

Jake Seresin, Jake fucking Seresin, moans into your mouth. It's a deep and throaty thing, something that shoots you straight in the core. And then he presses himself against you, holding you up with one of his arms as his other one slips between you. In one swift movement, his fingers are spreading you open and circling your clit furiously. There's no easing into it, not with him. It's hot and desperate and needy.

You're moaning, too, throwing your head back against the slick tiles, squeezing your eyes shut. And Jake is kissing feverishly across your neck, nibbling your collarbones, trying not to outwardly moan at how silky and good you feel on his fingers.

That coil is tightening in your belly, pushing you closer and closer to an edge you weren't even near when you started to shower a short while ago. But his fingers are so rough, so calloused, and they feel so fucking good against this delicate part of you.

"Make me cum," you desperately whisper, the water pouring down over the two of you deliciously.

He's still moaning at your swift movements over his cock, at the way you are giving special attention to the head of his cock the exact way he likes.

"You're such a fuckin' princess," he whispers into your mouth, biting down hard on your lower lip as you mewl desperately. "Always gotta be taken care of, huh?"

Nonetheless, he's picking up his pace, rubbing your clit in hard and fast circles. He can tell your close by the crinkle between your brows, by the way you're bucking into his hand, by those desperate little breaths that are puffing into his face. You're soaking wet, too, which makes him so hard that he thinks he might combust.

"Oh, Jake," you moan, trying to match his pace with your hips.

He keens at the sound of his name falling off your lips. And when you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, it only encourages him to move faster.

If you weren't so close to cumming, if he his cock wasn't dripping in your hands, then you would laugh at him. Jake Seresin has a degradation and a praise kink. Typical.

"Beg for it," he mutters to you, swallowing hard.

You don't even think twice.

"Please," you whisper pathetically, mouth parted in utter ecstasy. "Please, please, please, Jake. God, give it to me, Jake. Please let me cum."

Jake's sounds are sacrilegious. He's pressing his lips agains yours harshly, his tongue folding across yours, pressing down just right until he's thrown you off the edge of a cliff and directly into the vortex of an orgasm. You convulse in his arms, shaking and nearly crying, and he swallows every single sound your pretty mouth makes.

"That's it," he coaxes, uncharacteristically soft as he works you through it. "Good girl."

Your fingernails embed themselves in the skin of his scalp.

And if he wasn't planning on fucking you just as soon as you can stand on your own two feet again, he'd endlessly tease you about the way you like to be teased. Typical.

And just as soon as you've come down, just as soon as your vision isn't whited out, you're turning yourself so your chest is against the shower wall. Jake almost moans just from the sight of your supple ass raising just slightly in the air--a signal that you're ready for him.

But he takes not a moment of hesitation. He smooths his hand down your spine, holding the meat of your cheeks in his hands, silently thanking God for his bad attitude earlier.

And you're panting, still recovering, so turned on still that you can't even speak. You know that if you did speak, you would sound downright dumb. You'll be damned before you let Jake Seresin know that his fingers alone have made you totally stupid.

"Ready for me?"

You just nod, stifling an eye roll.

He braces himself against you, a firm hold on your hips. And you brace yourself against the wall, pressing your hot cheek against the cool tile.

And just as he lines the head of his weeping cock up to your sopping entrance, just as he's about to practically rip you in two, he leans forward. You want to whine, really you do, but then he's very tenderly moving all the wet hair out of your face so he can see your pink cheek and your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes.

"You want this?" He asks, voice steady but desperate.

You glance back at him, brows furrowed slightly. He's being totally earnest right now--you can tell from the flat line of his lips and the way his eyebrows are just barely knit.

"Yes," you whisper after a moment, nodding.

He smiles, nodding.

"Good," he whispers, pressing himself into you all at once, rendering you speechless and breathless. "Cause I fuckin' want it, too."

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞

horny!mean!Hangman rise

this has been extended to a series!! you can find all the parts on my masterlist!!

if you liked this, consider checking out my Jake x You story!

here is my tag list!!

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flametrashiraarchive · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Last updated 08/18/2023

Demon Slayer/ KNY

Kyojuro Rengoku

Fics

Solace - Kyojuro x AFAB reader

Crow's Feet - SFW fluff

Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet - Kyojuro x GN reader

Random Headcanons - SFW and NSFW GN reader.

Rengoku and Tomioka with reader who suffers from dizzy spells- SFW

Rengoku x Transmasc Reader who had top surgery- platonic and romantic headcanons

Random fluff- SFW platonic GN reader

Kyojuro x Reader’s boobs- NSFW

Kyojuro x chubby reader w/ thick thighs

Kyojuro x Big Booty reader

Kyojuro as the little spoon- SFW

Kyojuro x Depressed!reader - SFW

Rengoku Shinjuro

A Rekindled Flame - Shinjuro x F!reader

Dancing with the flame- Shinjuro x F!reader

Shinjuro x Chubby reader NSFW headcanons

Shinazugawa Sanemi

The Wind and Wisteria (ongoing) - Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3- Sanemi x AFAB reader

Angst- Sanemi x injured GN reader

Kimetsu Academy Sanemi - GN reader with dyscalculia

Sanemi x Reader with Big Boobs and Thick Thighs

Soft Sanemi x reader having nightmares

Sanemi x Chubby Reader headcanons

Tomioka Giyuu

Bathing with Giyuu- Part 1 , Part 2 - Giyuu x GN reader

Aftermath- Giyuu x f!reader

Possessive Giyuu

Closer- Needy Giyuu x f!reader

Stay With Me- childhood friends to lovers

Giyuu x chubby reader headcanons

Himejima Gyomei

Softer than Mochi - Gyomei x AFAB reader

Gyomei x chubby reader headcanons

Iguro Obanai

Iguro x chubby reader headcanons- GN!reader

Douma

NSFW headcanons Douma x AFAB reader.

NSFW headcanons pt 2 Douma x GN reader.

NSFW headcanons pt 3 Douma x GN reader

NSFW headcanon pt 4 Douma x GN reader

Douma x Reader with Big Boobs

Muzan

Muzan x reader with big boobs

Muzan tripping into your boobs- silly.

Muzan x boobs pt 3

Muzan x endowed!Reader in a maid costume.

Pussydrunk Muzan (human Muzan and demon Muzan x reader)

NSFW headcanons

Succor- Muzan x non-violent Demon Reader -GN!Reader NSFW.

Follow up drabble to Succor- NSFW.

Succor 2

In Another Life - Prologue- Muzan x F!reader

Hotaru Haganezuka

Unbreakable, Unquenchable- Haganezuka x F!reader.

ATTACK ON TITAN- SNK

Levi Ackerman

Stolen Moments - Levi x AFAB reader (ongoing- currently SFW)

Welcome Home - Levi x GN reader who walks in on him.

Asks are CLOSED.

Adult characters only please (please no aged-up minors either)

Right now I'm only interested in writing "x reader" stories.

I don’t want to write anything about Akaza either. Fuck him (And yes, I’ve read the gosh damn dang manga)

I'm not comfortable writing about babies or pregnancy.

NSFW or SFW prompts welcome.

I don't answer in any particular order, I answer them as ideas come to me and sometimes I just don't gel with a prompt. I'm sorry if I never get to your ask!

Characters I love to write: Kyojuro Rengoku, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Douma, Hotaru Haganezuka, Muzan, Shinjuro Rengoku, Himejima Gyomei. Kimetsu Academy AU also welcome!

My Ao3 is here but I pretty much just cross post.

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku #rengoku smut #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer douma #demon slayer sanemi #demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer tomioka #kimetsu rengoku #Kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #kimetsu sanemi #haganezuka x reader #levi x reader #muzan x reader #shinjuro x reader #sanemi x reader

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reinekes-fox · 1 year ago

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Interactive WIPs w Demo

FAQ

Grey Swan I - Birds of a Rose

The Divine Flock. Some call them crazy, some even dangerous. Some even say the cult is hiding dark secrets. But, in all your life you have yet to find one. After all you should know should there be any dark secrets: you are a member after all! A member, not only of the Divine Flock, but also of the Avis Academy, the best school the cult has. Your life is quiet and follows a strict routine, at least until two Strays from the outside, the normal, world are allowed in the normally so closed off grounds and as a newly appointed Wing it is your job to keep an eye on one of them. With their arrival some of those dark secrets may finally come to light…

You ARE not playing as a BIRD!!!

New demo https://dashingdon.com/play/wolv/grey-swan---birds-of-a-rose/mygame/

Old demo https://dashingdon.com/go/13119

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Academia.

Moniker for MC: Wing MC.

Genderselectable MC: cis male or female, trans male or female. However due to growing up in a cult, MC wont know that trans is a thing/what it means, this is something MC can learn about. The same goes for sexual orientation: play as gay, bi, straight, aroace or ace, but be prepared for consequences.

Pick your level of devotion: be a devout follower of the teachings of the Divine Flock, reject it partly or wholly, or simply not care. All of it will have consequences.

Choose one of various school clubs, your volery, and get an unique storyline. Ranging from dance to school security, to managing your social media page.

Important people: Your flock, a group of younger pupils you were responsible for before the Strays arrived. You may not be their Wing on paper anymore, but you still hold a special place in their heart! They do miss you and are looking forward giving you a present on your birthday!

Your volery: whichever volery you joined, you are going to met pupils that are just as enthusiastic about your chosen interest as you are! Some more than others.

Your parents. It’s another question if the relationship between you is good, but important it surely is!

ROs: Fuchsia King

Chase Watson

Wing Droznik Juschka

Astor Rapace

-only for Owls: Wing Astoria Rapace

-only for Peacocks: Marter

-only for Swans: Elrond/Estelle Falkenflug

-Vampire route: Sebastian Voss

-AMAB Raven RO: Marcel Rabenschlag

-Heron RO: Amelia Fern

Grey Swan II - Hawks and Doves

Unless otherwise stated you are playing as a normal human! Two legs, two arms, internal organs, hopefully a brain too. We will see how much of this organ stays intact after state propaganda, will we?

Someone once said that you were the most happiest youth in the world after the Great Heartbeat, that had shattered the old world. Earlier you would have agreed in a heartbeat, wearing the light green uniform of your state youth organisation. But now? When war has come to Avistrions shores and news reels show only destruction ?

Choose your gender, way of thinking and stance while growing up in a religious dictatorship on the giant island Avistrion. Be a devout follower of the Divine Flock, the only thing that survived the earthquake that devastated the earth. Or be the Vulture, trying to rip it to shreds, while wearing the badge of youth leadership… where will you be when war strikes your so closed off country? Which side will you be on when it ends? Will you even survive long enough to see the outcome?

Moniker for MC: Fugol MC.

ROs

Agon Falkenflug Adler/Weihe Habichtklau

Johanna/Nikola Arra

Grey Swan III - Wisteria Birds

Wisteria Birds (fantasy, drama, angst)! Currently on pause.

You are beautiful, trained in art and music. You are deadly, trained in the unique weapons that no one except you can use. You are dying. Kept alive by the very same thing that keeps you save from others abusing their power over you… You have no rights. But you can do whatever you want, even kill, without having to fear any consequences. You are the most pleasant death that anyone can wish for. You are an artwork. And all you are supposed to be is look pretty, show of your owners wealth. But oh, you could become so much more…

You play as a highly specialised trained entertainer… an Artwork, expensive companion to the rich and noble ones in Aklant, a country with rigid rules and unspoken laws, strict class divide and obsessed with anything that shows how rich they are… or at least let them appear rich. Artworks themselves are outside of this all, freed from all those social chains, but not seen as human… maybe its time to change that? Or leave the status quo as it is, up to you!

Moniker for MC: Artwork MC.

ROs:

Fauconniers, your potential buyers:

Chevalier Armand Sanson Alexandre Desrosier Others, you may work together with one or more of them? “Mouette” Sanglant du Verdier

You have been a Hound, the human companion of a vampire, for years.

Until you find yourself among the undead and masterless after a night where everything went wrong… leaving you with no other choice but to move back in with your parents.

ROs (will expand)

Theo Grimm

Agent Rosa Caleb

Marian Viorel

Citadel of dancing birds

Ghibli inspired! Mainly Howls moving castle.

You play someone from our world who ends up in another world! Since this is an aspect I greatly enjoyed in the book and was really sad they didnt include in the movie, there will be chances of jumping between the worlds (and of course becoming a magician too!).

ROs, some are locked into specific magic combinations:

Opera Job and changing into Animals: Santu Cajarin

Changing into Animals: Rosalind Eagledancer

In planning:

-Grey Swan VI - Fallen Dove

-Grey Swan - Birds of a broken mirror

Sth with magicians

Pet projects:

-Unwind Dystology IF

-sth inspired by my fav dojinshi series from like a decade ago

-sth inspired by stranger things and stephen king

#interactive fiction #birds of a rose #wisteria birds #if #cyoa #urban fantasy #dark academia #vögel der rose #low fantasy #hundsnächte #dog nights #citadel of dancing birds

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scrimblyscrorblo · 11 months ago

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Some more of my wisteria wives

Yuri and Hanako are very trusted by some slayers, sometimes they babysit for their children/siblings/etc

They’ve fostered orphans who lost their families in demon attacks until they find a permenant home a couple times too

Kimetsu Academy AU: Yuri is the school nurse who tends to lecture students on their injuries. Hanako helps run the flower arrangement club - she loves the lil butterfly girls

They’re very parental lmao They do want their own child one day…

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer art #artists on tumblr #ito yuri #ito Hanako #wisteria wives #demon slayer oc #kny oc art #kny oc #kny ocs #kimetsu academy au #even in the academy au Yuri still does things of hanako’s clothes #and they still foster #Shinobu is yuri’s favourite student #she helps out a ton and simply never does anything stupid to get injured

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aliavian · 4 months ago

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My new RWBY “ChibiCFVY” Short is out! ☺️❤️

youtube

Professor Ozpin hires a Substitute Huntsman to give a lecture at Beacon Academy. Unfortunately for the class, Mr. Garvey can’t seem to get anyone’s names right during attendance. 😂

This is a parody of Key & Peele’s “Substitute Teacher” skit! (If you haven’t seen that before, I definitely suggest checking out that original video!)

As always, special shout-out to all the amazing voice volunteers who helped bring this video to life! Make sure to give them all lots of love by watching the credits in the video and check out their Twitter(X) profiles! Also major shout-out to all my amazing monthly “Overly Caffeinated” Ko-Fi Members! Your support means SO much ! ❤️

Follow me on Instagram, Twitter(X), TikTok, and Ko-Fi for more #ChibiCFVY, RWBY fan art, cartoons, comics, cosplay, and more!

Assembled and Illustrated by me @ AliAvian

Professor Ozpin- @ Lucky Tremendous VA

Mr. Garvey- @ JCVibrant

Weiss Schnee - @ Silent Wisteria VA

Blake Belladonna - @ Lavender Rare

Lie Ren- @ DrPlagueFellow

Fox Alistair - @ NektisNoir

Yatsuhashi Daichi- @ Caleb VA

Ruby Rose- @ Pink Sunshine Cosplays

Credits Music by Eloisio Michalski

Characters belong to Rooster Teeth & Viz Media, and Key & Peele.

#rwby #rwby art #rwby fanart #chibicfvy #cfvy #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #lie ren #fox alistair #yatsuhashi daichi #Mr Garvey #rwby ruby rose #Youtube

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 2 months ago

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Aahh! Finally, Bunshun released the short story about Yukiya’s two mothers, Fuyuki, and Azusa. Plus, the prologue of the fourth book, “The Empty Coffin,” where Yukiya embarks to study in Keisoin Academy and there he meets his classmates.

The short story, however, includes the incident where Yukiya and Yukichi got lost in the woods and a mysterious large bird saved them. It is here! (This is roughly Google-translated, but it is a start!)

Fuyuki was a cold-hearted, bitter, mean, but, above all, a loving woman.

She loved her son and trusted Azusa.

“If it were Azusa, she wouldn't do anything bad to my child, would she?”

It took a long time. Still, Azusa felt that Fuyuki’s real voice finally reached her.

Please take care of my child.

"Yes, that's right, Fuyuki-sama. Yukiya is our son.” Azusa said out loud as she walked.

"So please, Fuyuki-sama. Please protect Yukiya and Yukichi. Please let them go home safely.”

The moment she said that, she felt like the trees were swaying even though there was no wind.

One could see that the moon on the top of the tree was distorted in a strange way.

After a moment, the outline of the moon, which was pale and hazy, became clear and began to emit a sparkling light. With the big full moon on its back, a black silhouette was floating.

Azusa gasped as she fixed her eyes for a while.

It was an incredibly large shadow of a bird.

Even in the main residence of the North Family, where famous horses were gathered from all over the world, she had never seen anything with such a huge body. Azusa couldn't decide whether it was the same kind of species, it slowly approached her.

It landed leisurely in front of Azusa, who was standing up.

The moment it descended, Azusa's hair flew up under the wings.

When she saw it up close, it was still a ridiculously large crow.

She thought it was three times more than an ordinary Yatagarasu.

The black iron-like beak was sharp, and it should be scary, but strangely, it didn't feel like that.

The eyes directed at Azusa sparkled like crystals, and its feathers, even in the faint moonlight, gleamed with a hard, purplish-blue luster. Even without considering its size, there was something otherworldly about it, as if the very air around it was different.

Azusa, who was staring in astonishment, noticed that the crow was holding something in its beak.

What could it be? It looked like a basket.

Then, the large crow, having caught Azusa's gaze, gently placed it at her feet.

"Is this child your son?"

Unexpectedly, a high, clear voice like that of a young boy echoed.

Looking closer, she saw that her sons were sleeping inside a basket woven from wisteria vines adorned with flowers.

"Yukiya! Yukichi!”

She rushed over and clung to the basket as if to devour it.

Yukiya, who was covered in mud, was hugging his brother. Yukichi's eyelids were red and swollen, but neither of them seemed to be injured anywhere in sight.

“Don't worry. They're just sleeping for a bit, but they'll wake up soon. I'm sorry,” the large crow said clearly, tilting its head. “Because I hastily mended the barrier, they got caught in the gaps.”

Azusa was stunned because she didn't understand what the Yatagarasu meant, so he repeated it.

“It means that these children were stuck in a place where they couldn't get out on their own. It's my fault, so please don't scold them.”

Azusa nodded in a daze.

"Are you … Yamagami-sama's servant?"

"...Well, something like that."

"Thank you for helping my sons."

“It was originally my fault. When these children grow up, there may come a time when we meet again. They are good children. Raise them with care.”

After saying that, the big karasu rolled his wings and flew away. Once again, the moon distorted. In the blink of an eye, as if it were an illusion, the great crow melted into the sky and disappeared.

I am crying. The story of Fuyuki, Azusa and Yukimasa is heartbreaking. Fuyuki, like Yukiya, hated her side of the family and the nobles. Oryo, her mother, was a former courtesan at the pleasure district it took long enough for her to be accepted in the family until she produced three children with Lord Genya. Every motivation here is politics.

Yukimasa, like we all know, was an opportunist, who took advantage of Fuyuki’s feelings. What Yukiya feels toward his father is justified and yet he has grown up rational enough to see how his stepmother and brothers treat him and love him as if he is their own full flesh and blood.

#yatagarasu #yatagarasu series #the raven does not choose its master #yukiya #lady azusa #fuyuki #yukimasa #wakamiya #chisato abe #Natsumi Matsuzaki #yukichi #there is six years difference between fuyuki and azusa #karasu wa aruji wo erabanai #an excerpt #thinking of Fuyuki

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xcerizex · 4 months ago

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"I thought you were like a plane, high in the sky and unreachable. but she gave you feathered wings"

in other words, I'm bringing Natalie back because I'm a petty bitch.

(Natalie, cael x little painter, mourning of first crush, I bully an NPC because I can, self-indulgent, spoilers for "A Familiar Face", read it rn, it's not just completely Natalie I promise there's fluff at the end, 3.6k words)

"Have you gotten everything?"

"Yes!"

Natalie hoists out her luggage from the taxi with as much force as she can. With some struggle, she succeeds in freeing the roller bag as it falls down to the ground with a loud thud.

Her mother inspects the empty car trunk, making sure they don't miss anything out. Once she's sure and satisfied with herself, she closes the trunk and waves to the taxi driver as a sign of thanks.

"Come on now, the plane for Harp Island leaves in about an hour."

Natalie obediently listens to her mother and follows her through the dense crowd. After waiting in line to verify their tickets, they quickly make their way to the waiting area. The line is long, but when she checks her watch, she realizes there's plenty of time to spare. The plane won't be leaving in about half an hour later.

Her mother notices this too. "Since there's some time left, I can buy a sandwich or something if you're hungry."

Natalie contemplates her mother's offer and finally nods her head. "Sure, I can wait in line in the meantime."

Her mother pats her on the head before leaving, and Natalie takes out a brochure from her pocket to occupy time. The brochure highlights the various attractions on Harp Island, the most noticeable one being St. Shelter Academy.

"I think that St. Shelter Academy is where I would want to go." She hears her friend, a girl with dark hair and a braid dropping over her shoulder, proclaiming her future with renewed conviction as she grips her brush.

Natalie questions her. "Is it because Cael is there?"

Her friend looks back at her in confusion, and Natalie has to resist covering her face in guilt, afraid that her friend would see right through her and the feelings she has for her guardian.

But she doesn't–thankfully–and shakes her head. "Of course not."

Her friend redirects her gaze at her half-finished painting, and Natalie sees a man with a sword lying on the ground clutching a lapis pendant. The knight looks just like Cael.

"It's because it feels as if the course was made for me." Her friend's face glows in excitement just thinking about it. "I think that there would be no where else I could ever learn from that would bring me more joy."

Natalie fidgets with the brush in her hand and looks at her own painting. On her own canvas, she has tried to capture the beauty and perfection of hanging wisterias swaying with the wind, but the more she looks at it, the more soulless it seems to her. Maybe she is just lacking in skill.

"What if I went to St. Shelter Academy with you?"

Her friend lights up with joy as she quickly takes her hand in hers with apparent excitement, and Natalie has to try her best to swallow down the bitterness born from her ulterior motives, so she smiles back.

Back then, she thought that even if Cael had rejected her, maybe, just maybe, she could become a woman in his eyes once he watched her grow older. Not to mention that St. Shelter Academy did sound like a great place to study.

But in the end, she didn't make it, and had to go with her second option. It was still a pretty prestigious university thankfully, and the courses have taught her plenty. But even after all this time–she muses as her eyes drift over the brochure–it doesn't feel as if she has learned much at all.

The wisterias still look as lifeless as ever, no matter how many times she paints them over and over again.

That's why when her mother suggested they have some time off traveling, she had requested they visit Harp Island. She wanted to see with her own eyes how her friend was doing, how much her life has moved on compared to hers.

But Natalie had been hesitant to contact her, even after having planned this trip over the span of a few weeks. So her eyes skim over the brochure without much focus, trying to make the decision to call her before the flight takes off. She comes up with nothing.

She sighs, and stuffs the brochure back into her pocket as her mother approaches her with two chicken sandwiches and a cup of coffee for herself. Thanking her mother with a smile, she scarfs down her sandwich to get rid of all the bad thoughts in her head.

It should be fine.

After some time of waiting, they finally enter the waiting area. There are not many people taking the plane to Harp Island so the crowd here has been thinned considerably in comparison the the main lobby. Natalie scans the area looking for a seat to chill before they board the plane, which opens up in 20 minutes.

"Yes, I'll see you soon."

She freezes. That voice sounds too familiar to be true, so she turns her head around, her heart pounding with anticipation. There's no way...

But he's there. Looking as young as the day she first met him, his silver hair tied up in a ponytail while carrying a suitcase meant for traveling. He holds up the phone to his ear, not having noticed her at all.

And then she sees him smile.

It is full of affection.

"Alright."

His voice is full of affection.

"I'll stay safe."

He ends the call right there, but continues to stand there to stay in the afterglow. His face is tender, and Natalie makes a selfish wish in her heart.

She hopes it's not what she thinks it is.

Natalie considers coming up to talk to him as he finally snaps out of his reverie and lowers his phone. But before she can say anything, her mother calls out to her.

"Natalie! There are a few seats over here-"

Before she could do anything, Cael finally takes notice of her and she has to resist the urge to scream in embarrassment.

"Natalie."

Cael gives off a polite nod to her in acknowledgement and she nods her head back at him with red cheeks. Unfortunately, her mother catches their small interaction and like every sociable mother, goes up to him to make small talk.

"Ah, it's you Mr. Anselm! It's been a while. I see that you're taking the plane to Harp Island too."

At times whenever Natalie had visited, her mother would be there to drop her off and would occasionally make small talk with Cael. Cael, ever the polite gentleman he was then, entertained her mother's long drones without a hint of impatience. Even now, with the plane ready to take off in less than 20 minutes, he still takes the time to listen to her.

"Yes, I am. I've been away travelling for awhile, so I'll be heading back home."

Natalie stands timidly off to the side, listening to their conversation and gathering her courage to speak up.

"Oh, I see! So you've moved to Harp Island?"

"Yes."

His answers are curt, but his expression turns soft.

"Um, are you still teaching at St. Shelter Academy?"

Natalie finally manages to ask him something, but maybe, it's just a distraction to herself.

Before he can answer her, a shadow falls over them as a plane takes off, drowning out every sound and thought. It is sudden, unexpected, and she sees Cael's eyes widen as if mesmerized by the sight of the plane taking flight to the sky.

He looks at it like it's his first time seeing it.

Again, it takes a while for him to pull out of his thoughts, and he looks back them with an apologetic look.

"I apologize, I was lost in thought."

He sets his suitcase down next to his seat. "For your information, Natalie..." Her heart skips a beat as he says her name. "Yes, I am still teaching at St. Shelter Academy. And she's still there as well."

She knows who he's referring to. But she doesn't get much of a chance to ask further, as a staff member comes up to them from the side.

"I'm sorry, miss. But it appears there has been some confusion with the luggage..."

"Oh no..."

Her mother raises a hand to her mouth in slight horror, as the staff member requests her time for the clarification of their luggage, all the while apologizing profusely. Before she is called away, she casts a worried glance over once.

"Mr. Anselm, if it's not too much of a bother, could you perhaps look after my daughter while I'm gone?"

"M-mom! I'm not a kid anymore..."

Her voice trails off in another round of embarrassment, she's old enough to take care of herself! But Cael nods politely and sits down.

"Of course miss."

Oh dear.

So here she is sitting one seat away from Cael, his suitcase propped up between them as if acting as a safety shield. She's not sure how grateful she is for it, not doing much at all to ease her nerves.

"Alright, I'll stay safe."

His tender words echo in her head.

She bunches her fists on her skirt. "That person you called earlier...who was it?"

She's scared to know, but she wants to regardless. She wants to know who was it that softened the heart of her first crush, the one who had rejected her all those years ago.

He doesn't answer her immediately, his idle gaze finally focusing on her as he stays silent. Testing her.

A minute ticks by, and he finally sighs. "You seem to have a guess who it is."

Ah.

"..."

"...I thought you said she was just a teenager to you."

She hates this feeling of inferiority seeping through her veins.

He shakes his head.

"She was, and so were you. But the woman I'm in love with now is not the same girl in your memories, Natalie."

...Why is his tone so cold?

She looks at him straight in the eye, as if defiant. "If I were the one in her place, the one who grew up with you, would you have loved me too?"

"No."

He hates the idea, detests it, completely believing that such a thing could never happen. That is what she hears in that simple refutal.

"I could never genuinely love anyone else the way I love her. Never."

She thinks it is the most unkind she has ever heard him.

A few years ago, when he had rejected her, he had kept his tone calm, and showed kindness and understanding towards her feelings. He turned her down in the most gentle, beautiful way. In her eyes, that was who he was. Gentle, incapable of displeasing others even as he was the one hurting them.

"You've changed."

He's become someone she doesn't recognize.

But Cael finally chuckles. "I didn't just change, I grew out of myself."

She wished she did too, wished she grew out of these feelings for him. But as if he wishes to hammer it home, to drive a nail through her heart, he says;

"But you never really liked me at all to begin with, didn't you?"

She widens her eyes in surprise, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean? I did like you!"

She's sure of that, she's sure of the way her cheeks would flush whenever she saw him, the way she always seemed to go back to thinking of him whenever she picked up a brush all those years ago.

He smiles at her for the first time. "Yes, you liked me then. But what kind of person did you like?"

She takes the chance to prove her feelings.

"It's because you were kind. Gentle. It was the way you would always consider the other party's feelings. The way you would always selflessly care for our safety..."

She could go on more and more, talk about the various ways he would make her heart skip a beat back whenever she caught a glimpse of him after school as he picked her friend up. But then she stops, as she sees his smile turn into a self deprecating one.

"Tell me, Natalie. What kind of person is the one you described?"

"The one who made you believe you could find no one else better?"

Her mother comes over, the staff calls out to everyone to board the plane, and she doesn't know the answer.

"Goodness, that gave me a fright. I really thought our luggage was doomed there for a second."

Her mother mutters in relief as she fans herself with her hand, and Natalie pats her mother on the back in an attempt to calm her down.

Yet, her mind is elsewhere all the way.

She takes a peek to her side as she and her mother hoist up their luggage on to the cabin. Cael is right over there, just a few seats away. But he doesn't do so much as face their direction, and she is too afraid to go up to him to ask him what he meant by that.

"What kind of person is the one you described?"

Was that not him?

She takes her seat as a young voice sounds through the plane.

"Please make sure to buckle your seatbelts, pay attention to the safety procedures, and switch on airplane mode on your phones to ensure a safe and smooth ride."

She takes out her phone to do as it says, but spots a new message from a group chat on her phone.

It's from her ex.

He's wishing her a safe trip, and reminding her to do her homework as she's away before college starts back up. The few other messages below his are from her friends, laughing at him for thinking about homework.

They're still on friendly terms, despite having broken up with him a few weeks ago and she will always feel extremely grateful for that. So she switches off her phone before putting it back into her pocket to listen to the safety procedures performed by the air attendants.

She doesn't hear them. What she hears instead is Cael's voice, as her eyes drift towards him.

When she entered college, she hyped herself up. Told herself that maybe she could forget about her first love so long as she focused on her studies. Afterwards, she found people she liked, and they liked her back. So she dated them.

But it all ended the same way, with a strained smile and the words;

"I'm not sure if we're right for each other."

Or something similar. The one who'd end things would either be her or her partner, funnily enough.

Even now, she's not sure what the reason is, why it always reaches the same end of the same road like every other relationship.

The plane is starting to take off, and Natalie leans back on her chair in contemplation while closing her eyes.

Why?

"Tell me, Natalie What kind of person is the one you described?"

"The one who made you believe you could find no one else better?"

"I'm sorry."

Her ex looks back at her kindly, as if trying to soften the blows of his words.

"But I'm not sure if we can go on."

And she wants to pretend it hurts like hell, the way they do in movies.

It does not.

"Alright then." Natalie accepts his rejection–her voice muted–and wonders where did she go wrong again?

"Is there a reason why?"

Maybe she can learn from this. Maybe the next time, it won't have an ambiguous ending.

Her ex looks at her in surprise at her bravery and holds up a hand to his chin. "If I were to say something, and please don't take any offense to this but..."

His voice trails, hesitant.

"...It felt as if you couldn't see the real me."

Now it's her turn to be surprised. She blanks out, as the words echo in tandem with the memory of her first relationship. The both of them had said the same thing, with the same tone and sense of defeat in their words.

Maybe it really is her fault, but she is still unsure on how to fix this. From the day her first relationship ended, she sought out to change that problem, she thought she changed.

Clearly she had not, and she finds it all very disturbing.

Her other relationships ended with her saying something similar. No matter how much she tried, something about their time together would feel off, as if there was an invisible wall between them. She liked them, truly, but it felt suffocating, a strange and uncomfortable feeling–one she was too afraid to identify–bearing down on her heart like weights.

So she put a stop it. To protect that fragile ego ready to be broken down by the truth.

And that unwanted feeling in her chest?

It must have been disappointment.

"...Ah, so that's what it was."

Natalie finally opens her eyes and unclenches her fist. It's dark out and most of the passengers have fallen asleep–including her mother whose head rests on her shoulder.

He's also fallen asleep.

She should stop watching him. So she decides to redirect her gaze to the back of the seat in front of her. Anywhere else that's not near him is fine.

She has to stop looking at him that way, as the perfect person she always thought he was. That must have been why none of her relationships worked out.

She wasn't just comparing them to him, she was looking at them the way she looked at him. She was looking for their good sides, and only their good sides.

No wonder her wisteria painting looks lifeless.

She stretches her legs as if to relieve the stinging pain in her heart, and thinks back to the soft expression he wore earlier. The gentle way he spoke to his beloved. The coldness in his voice as he spoke to her, no longer caring to be the perfect person he needed to be for others.

His intention was clear; he did not want anything to do with her. Or rather, with her old friend.

Natalie can only hope she's not there waiting for him as they reach their destination. She's not sure how she would face her.

"Passengers, please ensure that all of your personal belongings have been secured before you exit the plane. Thank you."

Natalie blinks the sleep away from her eyes, blearily opening them to peek out the windows of the boardwalk with her luggage in hand.

Harp Island is beautiful, and even from this distance, she can see the glistening sea. The waves throw themselves against the banks as seagulls fly amongst each other, and she has the urge to whip out her paintbrush and capture everything on canvas. Too bad she left all her painting materials at home.

Besides, could she ever capture them the way she wishes to paint her wisterias? She's not sure.

But she's sure that her old friend could, she thinks, as she recalls the rows and rows of colourful paintings brimming with life despite their clumsy techniques.

Her friend was special that way, she should have realized sooner. Perhaps that was the reason Cael saw her differently.

And as if reading her thoughts, her mother turns to her. "Have you contacted your friend yet?"

Natalie hesitates, and takes out her phone to stare at a name hidden deep within her contacts.

"Not yet."

Should she do it now?

"Passengers, please collect your luggage from Area 2B."

Maybe later.

They collect the remaining luggage from the conveyor belt, and head towards the main lobby to confirm their passports. Natalie watches as Cael goes through the local check-in and leaves ahead of them, not at all looking back.

Then, Cael picks up the speed of his steps as if startled and rushes forward in a hurry, his suitcase landing on the floor with a loud thud.

She passes through the verification check-in and notices the flutter of dark purple hair.

"Cael!"

The first thing Natalie notices is how Cael catches her, eager and fast, as he buries his face into his lover's shoulder. He stumbles a bit from her weight but uses it as leverage to twirl her around and hold her up by the waist. His every action–from the soft squeeze of his arms around her to the way his ears flush a vibrant red–conveys his longing.

"I missed you so much, Cael."

"Yes."

She sees him pull back, smiling a radiant smile, and is duly reminded of a bird taking flight, soaring into the sky.

His smile is full of love.

"I missed you a lot too."

And his voice is hoarse, his tone earnest as he speaks out his feelings.

The second thing Natalie notices is how beautiful her old friend has become. She watches her pull back to reveal a smile rivaling that of the sun, laughing while caressing her lover's bangs away and holds up his cheeks to get a better look at him.

"You did, didn't you?"

Cael shakes his head in endearment.

"Of course. And you're no better."

She is positively glowing with love.

He finally sets her down on her feet, but refuses to let go of her waist, wanting to stay as close to her as possible. Neither of them care about their public display of affection, nor the blushing faces of those around them.

And Natalie feels her heart break into two.

The difference is as clear as day, between the man she liked then, and the person who he has become today.

He looks human.

The third thing she realizes is that she has never looked at him as one.

'So that's why he fell in love.'

She watches them leave her behind, but not before Cael covertly glances back and makes a gesture like that of a phone.

'She looked at him for who he was.'

Natalie fishes her phone out of her pocket to look at a familiar name, and agonizes over and over again. Stares at it until the sun has gone down and tears fall down her cheeks.

Maybe at least, she can stop painting the wisterias.

#so apparently pettiness is the greatest driving force of humanity #thats me #im pettiness #literally how did i finish this shit before my other wips what is wrong with me #please ignore the product of a girl's pettiness aroused from the constant reminder that she could never get revenge on anyone because asian #yeah ill stop now #what is wrong with me #I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE SHORT BUT I GUESS NOT #lovebrush chronicles #for all time #for all time~☆#cael anselm #lbc

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Sweet Camellia

Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader

Synopsis: A new botany teacher comes to Nevermore and bringing her charms. She whispers sweet nothings to her plants in German and they grow wildly for her. Will the Principal be able to resist her?

Authors Note: This is based off a prompt from @the-dorky-dame. Shorter than anticipated, but I love it. If my German translations suck, pls dm me and I will fix them. Song for this chapter would be any song from the album Dopamine by BORNS.

Larissa had been too busy with the start of the semester to even think about the hiring process for the new botany teacher. She relinquished that control to the board. One thing Larissa couldn’t deny is that her breath was taken away when she stepped into your office and saw you whispering softly to a plant with a brilliant white flower with many beautiful swirling petals.

She watched you for a long while from the doorway of your classroom. You were very focused on using your plant-based powers to generate a classroom of your dreams. Vines of honeysuckle, wisteria, and jasmine grew up the walls, filling the classroom with the scent of a sweet perfume.

“Wachst für mich, meine Kleinen…” You whisper, asking the young plants to branch out, resulting in more leaves and flowers. You grin at the sight, but you can feel eyes watching you now. You glance up at the woman who had graced your classroom, “Good morning. How can I help you?”

“I came to introduce myself. I’m Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore Academy. I couldn’t be apart of the hiring process.” She explained, making her way to you as she spoke. You watched her look around the classroom, obviously noticing a change in the classroom decor. You didn’t have the same appreciation for carnivorous and deadly plants as the last professor. Your focus was the world of flowering plants.

“Y/n L/n. You’re new botany professor. Delightful to finally meet you.” You hold out a hand as she steps to you, you crane your neck to look to her. Her beauty rivaled that of the camellias that sat on your desk. Larissa could have sworn that she saw a spark in your eyes, like you were admiring her.

———

In the following weeks, Principal Weems visited you numerous times. You almost wondered if she visited other teachers this often. Sometimes she would tell you that she lost her copy of your lesson plans. Other times she wanted help with a new potted plant. Once she even came in to ask you her Weathervane order even though you emailed the font desk secretary your order hours before. You were beginning to think she may have ulterior motives for coming in to see you.

Larissa had been listening to you speak to your plants before she would make her presence known in your classroom. Today she was planning on trying to remember some of your words so she could look them up later. You were working with your baby pink camellias when Larissa came to visit you one morning. They loved when you doted on them, whispering sweet nothings as you cleaned up dead flowers and leaves, “Hallo, meine süße Kamelie. Wie geht es meinem Liebling heute?”

Your darling girl. That was your favorite thing to call your camellia plants. They seemed to like it as well.

Larissa didn’t stay to talk to you, however. She only listened from outside the greenhouse, trying to write down the words you spoke so she could translate them in her office. She tried repeating the sentence over and over as she made her way back to her desk.

Hello, my sweet Kamelie. How is my darling girl today?

Larissa’s heart sunk. You must have been on the phone with another woman. She had really been hoping that you were single. With a little more time, Larissa was even planning on asking you out.

You were a little surprised when Larissa didn’t visit your classroom for an few days. Typically, she always stopped down in the mornings, but you hadn’t seen anything of her. You were beginning to miss your conversations. You were beginning to miss her presence.

You decided to take matters into your own hands when you set up a meeting to talk to her about investing in refurbishing the greenhouses. The greenhouses were fine, but she would have to come down to your classroom for the meeting. You were ready to do anything to see her again.

A knock on your classroom door drew your gaze upward to meet Larissa’s. There she was. Finally back in your classroom.

“I’m here for our meeting.” She seemed a little more formal than usual. A week ago she had been so friendly and casual. What had changed?

“Yes, I’ll show you the current conditions of the greenhouses and explain why updates would be helpful for our students.” You match her professionalism, you raise a hand indicating for her to come with you to the greenhouses.

You explain to Larissa the outdated glass and materials as actually quite flammable and the pose a hazard to students. You both continue walking around the greenhouses until you see that she may no longer be paying attention to you. Her eyes were reading a plant identification tag for one of your many camellia plants.

She smiles as she gazes at the plant so you decide to speak to the plant so it would bloom for her, “Guten Morgen, Kamelie. Wie geht es Ihnen heute?”

“Kamelie?” Larissa asks, changing her focus down at you. You don’t notice her staring at you, rather you are enjoying the new sweet pink flowers that are emerging from the camellia’s branches.

“Yes, Kamelie is camellia in German. My plants like that we have a language most of the students don’t quite know.” You smile at the plant, bringing a hand to stroke the fresh petals.

She hummed in response as she internally kicked herself for jumping to conclusions. Larissa’s eyes scan the greenhouse before turning back to you, “I was thinking we could grab a drink sometime. Just me and you.”

“Like a date?” You ask, tilting you head to the right as you stare up at her. You could tell she was nervous and you enjoyed that the ever-so confident principal was jittery at the thought of asking you out.

Her face became flush. It wasn’t often she asked someone out and the fact that it was you had her flustered, “Y-Yes, like a date.”

#larissa weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #gwendoline christie #larissa weems x reader #principal weems

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