#Fancy man with his festive tie

[lesbiandisaster]

Duusu looks like a festive lil tie in this shot-

#Seriously I thought she was a tie for a second #was this done on purpose? #I think so #Fancy man with his festive tie #felix graham de vanily #duusu #miraculous ladybug #mls5 #ml multiplication #mls5spoilers

[gglitch1dd]

A Wishful Time - Part 1

Omega Katsuki x Omega Reader x Alpha Eijiro

Context: In the peaceful village of Yuuie, you and your best friend, Katsuki, hope to catch the eye of the Alpha of your dreams. Kirishima Eijiro.

Note: This story is OMEGAVERSE. This story takes place in a historical non modern setting so please take note of that when it comes to the jobs in society that the characters take and how they act. Bakugou Katsuki is an OMEGA. Reader and him are AFAB but there is no smut this chapter so its unimportant right now

[Masterlist]

You rubbed your eyes as you slowly began to wake up. You carefully looked out the window as the sun began to rise. You let out a soft breath before carefully sitting up. It was another beautiful morning and no doubt that Hisashi would be waking up soon. He was almost like a rooster that way, and just as loud too. You carefully slipped out of your warm nest, moving towards the basin on your dresser. The mirror that sat there faced you as you got ready for your day.

It was almost time for the Spring Festival, which meant a bountiful amount of harvest. It also meant that there was a lot more work to do. It also meant that there was a recent buzz in the air of courting proposals. It was something that all the young Omegas were buzzing about.

You carefully tightened the tie at the back of your dress before grabbing a scarf and slinging it onto your head. You left your bedroom, trying to make much noise on the old wooden floors as you descended to downstairs. Entering the kitchen, you made swift work of grabbing eggs for this morning’s breakfast. Scrambled eggs would have to do for today. You made a mental reminder to make more bread rolls today as you quickly set on preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Oh, Y/N.” You turned around to see Hisashi tying his hair up into a bun. His eyebrows were raised in surprise as he looked around. “You already started breakfast.” He let out in surprise.

You chuckled as you moved a hand down. “Good morning, Hisashi and it’s fine. Really. I don’t mind.” You shrugged it off as you continued on breakfast. “Is Shota and Hitoshi awake?” You asked as you moved to mix in the eggs into a pan.

Hisashi nodded his head. “Yep, Shota should be down any minute and Hitoshi is waking up Eri.” He reported back to you, moving to get water over the fire to boil for tea. You focused on your cooking, trying to make sure that you didn’t burn anything. You hummed to yourself lightly, as the savoury smell of food started to fill the kitchen. “So…” Hisashi leaned his head to look over at you with a light smirk, a glint in his light green eyes. “Any Alpha tickle your fancy just yet?”

You looked over to him in a mixture of shock and confusion. He chuckled at the look on your face. You shook your head. “Oh God, no.”

Hisashi shook his head as he moved to set the table. “Oh I know that’s not true. You’re a young Omega. I’m sure there is at least one Alpha that has you raising a brow.” He stated truthfully putting the plates on the table for the family of five in the house.

As much as you hated to admit it, there was one Alpha above the rest that had capture your attention, a bit too easy in your opinion. He was something you found to be a once in a lifetime type of Alpha. Large build, tall stance, absolutely gorgeous and came from such a big and loving family. He seemed like the perfect Alpha. The perfect Alpha to mate with, to care for you, to give you the whole nine-yards.

But you also thought he was way too out of your league, but man could an Omega dream.

You heard a loud gasp as Hisashi slapped his hands onto your shoulders and turned you to face him with a bright smile. “So there is someone!” He let out excitedly, having noticed the change in your scent. You tried to fight on the flush that threatened to come to your face, as you moved to grab some tea leaves. Before you could even answer,

“If there was, I’d kick their ass before they even got to knock on my door.” Aizawa Shota grumbled as he walked into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. The dark haired Alpha frowned as he walked over to sit in a chair. He let out a yawn as he sat in his chair.

Aizawa had taken you in when you were but a little pup and you parents had passed. Him and Hisashi were unfortunately never able to have pups of their own but they did love all the ones they adopted and took care of. You, Eri and Hitoshi. They were such good parents that you couldn’t help but be so utterly grateful for all they had done for you. He was such a good sire figure to you, no matter how stoic and serious he might seem.

You smiled gently at him as you carefully moved to grab his plate and dish out food for him. Hizashi placed a kiss down on Aizawa’s forehead with a chuckle. “Now don’t be like that Shota.” He stated as he put his hands on his mate’s shoulders. “I’m sure that whichever Alpha came to ask to court Y/N would be worth listening to.” Aizawa let out a disapproving grunt as he stayed as stoic as ever, making Hizashi chuckle as he moved to get a cup of tea ready for the grumpy Alpha (to be fair, Aizawa was always grumpy in the morning).

You carefully made a nice warm plate of eggs and a bun onto his plate before putting it in front of him with a kiss to his forehead. “Good morning.” You greeted him with a gentle smile, before moving to put the same contents on Hizashi’s plate.

“Mornin’” Aizawa grunted out as he started to dive into his breakfast. You shook your head with a chuckle. Alphas were all very much like that. All hungry big packs of muscle and strength, and even Aizawa fell into that category no matter how much he thought otherwise. Aizawa watched you with a spectated gaze as he chewed on the scrambled eggs you made. He moved to grab something out of his pocket.

“Morning!” A chirpy voice let out as she ran in first followed by a tired Shinso. Eri had a bright smile on her face as she moved to sit on her chair next to Shinso. The little seven year old pup was in an active pursuit of trying to gain some independence and do more things for herself, however most of the time reverted to asking Aizawa for help.

Hisashi chuckled as he sat next to your chair as you drew it out for yourself. “Morning sugar tart and morning to you too Hitoshi.”

The purple haired Alpha let out a low yawn as he nodded his head with a wave, before settling with a low grumble. You chuckled as you waved a hand to him. Shinso nodded his head, picking up his fork. “Thanks for the food.”

Before you could answer, a heavy sack of coin fell on the table near you. Your eyes instantly moved towards Aizawa who had laid it near you before returning back to his meal. He motioned towards you, silently telling you to take it. “Take it. You’ll need it for today.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked to the sack of coins. You picked it up and opened it to look inside. Your eyebrows raised in surprise at the amount. “What is there to buy?” You asked wondering what on earth he could be asking you to purchase with such.

“Potatoes.” He answered bluntly. Under the table you heard a hard kick making Aizawa perk up with a grunt. He looked over to his Omega with a glare, however the blond seemed rather unphased by the occurrence. Aizawa rolled his dark eyes, knowing that there was no fighting with Hisashi. “Its for your dress.” He told you honestly, settling his eyes onto you. “The Springtime Festival is happening soon. You haven’t bought a new outfit in a while so we thought you might want one for the festival.” He informed you, making your eyes grow wide. “Of course I feel against Hizashi’s implications of you dressing to impress certain gazes,” He commented glaring at his Omega. “Is not what I agree with but…” He then cleared his throat turning back to you. “You may go for a fitting and all that this morning before your chores and errends.”

You were speechless, not because you didn’t think that Aizawa and Hizashi would ever do this for you, but more because you didn’t expect it. You always tried not to be too much of a bother. They didn’t have to take you in, but they did. They took care of you and swept you under their wing. They took care of you and put so much money in for you, which was another reason why you always made sure that your chores were always done for them.

To say you were touched was an understatement. You swallowed down hard and pushed a smile to your face, trying to ignore the building urge of tears to come to your eyes away. You bowed your head and nodded. “Thank you. I’m grateful.”

Aizawa waved a hand down not wanting your tears or reaction (probably because he didn’t want to feel emotional himself). “It’s nothing, Y/N. Just remember to buy potatoes at the end of the day.” He reminded you.

The village of Yuuie was always bustling with activity and people. It was a harmonious village built on honest hard work and ensuring the benefit of everyone in the community. The morning sun was already up and most people had already started in their chores or jobs. You carefully navigated the main road, leaving with the fresh new coin you were given this morning towards the Bakugou’s Tailor shop.

You tightened your scarf around your head. Making sure to cover your head from the sun. You weren’t entirely sure how you became friends with Bakugou Katsuki. He was much richer than you especially with the Bakugous working in tailoring and dressmaking. They were one of only two dressmakers in Yuuie and they did a damn good job at it. However, your friend, Katsuki was surely a character.

You carefully moved towards the door, entering into the cool shop. They had just opened shop by the looks of it, which was the reason why you were the only one here right now. You carefully put down your woven wooden basket filled with an empty metal milk cannister. You wiped your hands on your apron over your dress as you looked around. The cool room had cloths and fabrics lining the walls to choose from with kimonos, dresses, pants and all other sorts of clothing on stands on display for anyone to see.

“Mr Bakugou.” You called out as you looked around, looking for Katsuki’s dam.

Bakugou Masaru drew away the curtain from where he was from behind. His brown eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you. He had his sleeves pushed up allowing his hands to access things easier. He smiled at the sight of you. “Y/N, good morning.” He greeted as he walked over to the side door that led to the main house. “Katsuki! Y/N’s here!” He called out to his son before turning back to you. “How can I help you, dear?”

You stepped forward towards him. “I wanted to ask if it were possible for you to make me a kimono for the Springtime Festival.” You asked with a bow at your waist.

Masaru’s eyebrows raised in surprise at your question. He let out a surprised chirp but then a smile went to his face. “Well of course, I wouldn’t mind. Come, come.” He motioned you to the back where he was away from eyesight. You carefully followed after him. Here he had a wooden block in the middle of the room as well as some rolls of fabric strewn around. He quickly moved around, ushering you to stand on the box. “I was waiting for you to ask. Katsuki said you would need a new outfit as well but I didn’t want to impose or anything.” He waved his hands trying to imply what he was saying. “So tell me what you were thinking?”

“Uh...” You let out a gentle chuckle as you kept your hands joined together in front of you. “I’m not entirely sure. What do you think will look good on me?”

Masaru turned to look at you with his eyebrows furrowed. He tilted his head not entirely sure on what tone would look good on your skin. He hummed as he picked up a roll of black fabric as he lifted it up to your skin body. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he thought about whether or whether not it suited you the best. “Well… I think that maybe…” Before he could continue on you heard a door open rather violently.

“KATSUKI!” You heard a familiar loud voice come from the other side.

Standing in the doorway was your best friend who had his eyebrows furrowed in a frown, naturally of course. He was always frowning. His blood crimson eyes were stuck on your very form moving over you with precision and scrutiny. His eyes flicked to his dam before looking back at you. “No.” He shook his head in disapproval. “No, I have not been embroidering butterflies and flowers for our kimonos for you to go and choose a colour that isn’t right.” He announced as he marched into the room with his head held high with such surety in every step.

You chuckled at the sight of him. “Hello Katsuki.” You greeted him, already knowing how your bestfriend acts when he has set his mind on something.

Katsuki gave you a grunt as a response. He grabbed a roll of fabric off the wall, your favourite colour and one that suited you well. He quickly moved around, minding the skirt of his dress as he did so. He was dressed in a similar apron and dress, that suited his figure. The Omega carefully marched back over to you, holding it to your skin. He hummed as his eyebrows furrowed. He looked to his dam. “This one.” He stated confidently. “This one along with the white butterflies.”

Masaru nodded his head in agreement, seeing what his son was saying. The two Bakugou Omegas began to discuss your outfit for the Springtime Festival and you could barely keep up with them. Katsuki began to measure your body like it was second nature. Taking measurements with a tape and telling his dam as he moved across your body.

He turned to look back up at you, the blond Omega assessing your body and the image of how you would look on the day of the festival in the outfit he had in mind for you. He put on a proud smirk on his face with a knowing hum. “With what we have got planned, you and I, my dearest Y/N, will finally snag ourselves an Alpha or two.” He proclaimed boldly. “There’s no way we can stay unmated with how we’ll be dressing. We won’t be spinsters any longer, I’m tired of it.”

You chuckled as you allowed him to measure your arm’s length. “Katsuki, we’re eighteen.” You reminded him.

He scowled. “And still unmated without pups. We might as well head to the capital and give ourselves up to a nunnery.” He grumbled making you and Masaru giggle in amusement.

The two of you had presented at the ripe age of twelve, a normal age for pups and immediately you were thrown into the studies of being an Omega in the Village of Yuuie. You had come of age, and it was important for you all to know what it entailed. Same thing happened with the Alphas around your age in the village too. The Omegas were taught by Midoriya Inko and Hizashi, while the Alphas were taught by Aizawa and Todoroki Enji (since he was the Head Alpha of the Village).

You were taught all about medicinal plants and practices, about healing, taking care of pack members as well as midwifery. You were also taught about pup rearing, homemaking and what was expected of you as Omegas especially when mated to an Alpha. All chores and jobs, you shadowed, following along the older Omegas in the village like little… well… shadows. That was all done until you finally graduated your studies at fifteen as full adult members of the pack, fulfilling jobs and chores and waiting for an Alpha to sweep you off your feet and claim you.

It had been two years of this and Katsuki was already getting impatient. But to be fair… your best friend was never the patient type.

“Okay… I think that’s all I need from you Y/N.” Masaru told you with a gentle smile as he closed his little notebook and put the quill away. He turned back to you. “Come back in a week and I should have it ready and waiting for you.”

You bowed your head in gratitude. “Thank you, Mr Bakugou.”

“Where were you headed?” Katsuki asked you as he folded his arms over his chest.

You turned to him, motioning to the door of the shop. “I was heading to the market. I need to buy vegetables and get new milk bottles before doing my chores.”

At the mention of milk bottles Katsuki perked up. His face already said everything, that he was coming with you. Although you already knew he would, but it was amusing to see it either way. “Great. Lets-”

“Katsuki!” A loud voice echoed as the sound of heeled boots went through the open door that led to the rest of the house. Katsuki stopped talking as his facial expression hardened. You saw Masaru grow tense at the voice. Walking to stand in the doorway was the Alpha of the house, Bakugou Mitsuki. She looked exactly like Katsuki, it was uncanny. Her face was strewn into a disapproving scowl, harsh red eyes on her son as she stood in the doorway. Her cold yet fiery eyes moved to you and softened at the sight of her son’s best friend. “Y/N. You’re here early.” She spoke truthfully as she folded her arms over her white tunic shirt.

She wasn’t wrong. You normally came over to do some of your duties with Katsuki a bit later in the day when your household chores were finished. You bowed at the waist towards, customary of any Sire of a family. “Good morning, Mrs Bakugou. I came to order a new kimono for the festival.” You informed her.

Mituski nodded her head. “That’s good. Katsuki’s been fussing over when you would come order a new one.” She then turned to look back at her Omega son. “Katsuki, go and finish your chores.” She ordered, motioning for him to leave the room and get back to the main house.

He moved to clasp your hand which you tightened your grip on him in response. He lifted his nose as he furrowed his eyebrows. “I have to go to the market. We need more milk and tomatoes, right Pops?” Katsuki asked as he turned to Masaru.

Masaru nodded his head affirmingly, which didn’t seem to sit well with Mitsuki. With Mitsuki present at home and them having just opened up shop, it made sense to you now why Masaru didn’t have his bonded neck tie scarf around his neck. He swallowed hard but stood his ground. “Yes… I wasn’t able to get yesterday before the market closed so I asked Katsuki to go with YN now before it gets too busy.” He explained.

Mitsuki was silent as she looked at her Omega. For anyone who knew the Bakugous and how they worked, they would know that Mitsuki thrived off of control over her family. The blond Alpha frowned, her face twisting into slight disapproval almost as if she knew it was a lie as plain as day. She motioned to the door. “Go, Katsuki. Be back in half of an hour or I’m fetching you myself.” She stated, turning around to head back into the house away from the lot of you.

Katsuki waited a second before huffing, pushing out the smell of his sire’s glycerine scent out of his nose. He turned to you. “Let me fetch my basket and coin and we’ll be off. I’ll meet you outside.”

Which is what you did. You waited until the blond Omega showed up outside, closing the door behind him. He had a matching headscarf to you, keeping his blond hair out of his face too. He had his basket resting on one arm while the other took yours, keeping the two of you together. You smiled as the two of you set off deeper into the centre of the village.

The village was already starting to bustle with life as the villagers woke up and already started their chores and errands for the day. You said your good mornings and waves here and there, Katsuki nodding his head beside you as you entered the stone square of the marketplace.

“Winter is finally over.” You let out sweetly at the warm sun that already started to spread its warmth down onto your village as you and Katsuki walked side by side.

Katsuki hummed with a nod. “Thank the heavens. I can’t stand the awful cold.” He spoke truthfully, with clear discontent in his voice. Considering Omegas ran colder than Alphas, you often had to wear more layers in winter thanks to that, but Katsuki always managed to get himself a cough or flu no matter how hard he tried. He was practically sleepy the entirety of winter because of it. “Let’s pray the Spring Harvest will be good enough to sustain us further into the seasons.”

“Let’s.” You spoke in agreement. “However, I heard from Hizashi that Miss Inko said that Izuku has been very busy with tending to the farm, so she thinks there’ll be a great harvest this year.” You told him the normal femme to femme gossip and chain of information. It was the easiest way to know things without asking directly.

Speaking of Midoriya Izuku, the large thick skinned Alpha stood at the rather large stall, already selling vegetables that he had. The green haired Alpha had his hat on his head already but a small sheen of sweat was on his forehead, the sleeves of his shirt pushed to his elbows, showing how much work he had already done so early in the morning. Koda, an adopted younger brother of Izuku, carried around a crate of mixed groceries down the road away from Izuku back in the direction of the Midoriya farm.

You and Katsuki took a place in the back of the line, just two people away from the front. It didn’t take long before the two of you were facing Izuku.

The large Alpha smiled at the sight of the both of you, a white grin with sharp canines gleaming. He tipped his hat to the two of you. “Mornin’ Y/N, mornin’ Kacchan.” He spoke with an accent to his speech.

You smiled sweetly at the large Alpha who always smelled of rich fresh earth and paper. He was a pupmate of yours and Katsuki, only being two years older than the two of you, like most of the Alphas of your generation and an absolute sweetheart. He was one of the Alphas most of the dams wished their Omega pups would end up with. “Morning, Izuku.” You bowed your head to him.

Katsuki scrunched up his face lifting up his nose, but tilting his head away from the green haired Alpha, keeping his eyes down and away from the Alpha. “Deku.”

Izuku chuckled as he folded his arms. “Kacchan.”

Katsuki looked him over, noticing his attire. “You look cleaner than normal… that’s suspicious.” He let out with a slight hum almost as if trying to figure out why.

The green haired Alpha chuckled. “Ma’s busy helping Mrs Fujita. The new pup is due and I haven’t heard much from her so I’m running the stall till she gets back.” He explained, satisfying Katsuki’s suspicions. He raised an eyebrow as he put his hand on the small bit of table he could, leaning forward slightly with a slight smirk. “Why? You like me smelling like a bed of roses, Kacchan? Tickles your fancy?”

Katsuki scoffed with a roll of his head. “It rather irritates my nose, were I honest.” His answer made Izuku laugh making the blond Omega ease at the easy flow of conversation between the two. They had always been close, despite the difference in secondary gender and how much of a little devil Katsuki was to him when they were younger.

Izuku motioned in front of him. “What do you two fine Omegas need today?”

You pointed over to the potatoes. “Some potatoes, please and cabbage too.” You told him as you handed over your basket, taking out the empty milk cannister and holding it in your free hand.

Katsuki did the same. “Tomatoes.”

Izuku nodded his head, always moving fast and efficiently always making sure to give the right amount that nothing would go to waste and it was just sustaining enough until you would come back. You and Katsuki already knew the prices well enough to recite them with your eyes closed, which is how you placed the coin down in front of him. Izuku passed over your baskets, scooping the coin into the pocket on his right. “Where yall heading now?” He asked.

You motioned to your right further down the centre of the village, not too far to the Kirishimas store. “We’re just getting milk, next.” You informed him. Katsuki nodded his head agreeingly.

Izuku pulled on an almost smug smirk. “Tell Eijiro I said hi when you see him.” He teased.

That made both you and Katsuki tense for a second. Katsuki scowled as he turned his head with a huff, pulling you along away from Izuku. “Come on, Y/N. Let us go before this rotten piece of broccoli corrupts us.” He spoke boldly only making the only Alpha of the Midoriya family laugh.

He tilted his hat to the two of you again. “See yall at dinner.”

You waved over to him as you and Katsuki turned to leave. “Thank you, Izuku.”

“See you later, nerd!” Katsuki said his version of a goodbye as you both walked towards the Kirishimas store.

The Kirishima family were cattle farmers. They sold milk and meat, an interesting combination but one that seemingly suited them. There were a really well-respected family in Yuuie, having been one of the first four founding families of Yuuie and were some of the nicest people you knew. The Kirishimas, although a rather big family, were also a very good family that many couldn’t help but idolise, especially in hopes of marrying into.

For a simple reason as any. The Alphas.

You entered the cool store, where Yua was, putting away used cannisters and moving them into a crate to be picked up soon. The dark red-haired Omega with strands of grey, perked up at the sound of people entering, and she put a smile on her face the sight of the two of you. “Good morning, you two.” She greeted as she dusted her hands on her apron and smiled. “How can I help you two darlings?”

Kirishima Yua was a wonderful Omega who had such a loving and caring presence to her that you couldn’t help but aspire to be her one day when you’re older. She was a mother to nine pups, a devoted Omega to her Alpha and incorporated herself into the community. She always wore her black and red neck tie scarf to muffle her scent, it was something all mated Omegas did, keeping their scents for their Alphas and homes strictly. However, they say the stronger an Omega’s scent it, the more fertile and more wanted they are and Yua was the closest thing to the standard for what Omegas were meant to be.

You and Katsuki bowed your head to her. “Morning, Mrs Kirishima.” You greeted on the half of both of you. “Can we get two new milk cannisters, please?”

“Of course.” She let out with a chirp.

Katsuki and you placed your empty ones in front of her, sliding them over to her, already washed and clean for her. Katsuki gave her a genuine smile, always having found her like close dam figure to him. She was like that for everyone, just like Midoriya Inko. “How’s Tamami?” He asked about one of her younger daughters.

Yua giggled as she waved a hand down before taking the cannisters off the table and moving to put them in one of the wooden crates. “She’s well. Just adjusting to being an Omega after presenting but nevertheless, she seems really excited.” She informed the two of you as she reached to the back wall, picking up the two heavy and full cannisters of milk.

“That’s good.” You let out a relieved smile, hearing that she was doing well. She had presented just a week ago and you were curious as to how the little redheaded Omega was doing now.

Katsuki nodded his head, agreeing with you. “Very.”

“It is and-” Something caught her attention behind the both of you. Her face lit up at the sight of someone. “Eijiro, come put the new ones back here.” She motioned behind her.

At the mention of her only son, the two of you turned around to see him.

The big hulking Alpha entered the store holding onto a crate of new filled milk canisters as if they weren’t heavier than you or Katsuki. The large Alpha was taller than the two of you by a head and a half and dwarfed the two of you exponentially. In size and strength, you could tell that he was an Alpha of such a high calibre just like any Kirishima Alpha. Big, thick strong skin with large muscles and tall domineering stance. His large hands gripped the wooden crate easily as his ruby eyes moved over to the two of you. A scar ran over his right eye, fitting his image and large burliness.

You had to control your scent as you tried to not get distracted by his thick muscles or his savoury scent of sweet spices and something baking in an oven. He smelled delicious and your Omega couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of him. Katsuki always had to remind himself the same thing as he watched the large Alpha pause at the sight of the two of you.

He looked between the both of you. He smiled down at the two of you. The large Alpha had always seemed to have a preference for the two of you, something you didn’t seem to mind at all (you were both quite happy about it actually. He was an Alpha of few words some of the time, at least to the two of you, but you thought that might be a Kirishima thing.

He nodded his head with a grunt. “Morning.” His deep raspy voice, a voice that sent shivers down your spines and had your Omegas whining let out as he greeted the both of you.

You had to remind yourself to greet him back and not just stare like an idiot. You bowed your head to him, baring your neck slightly. “Good morning, Eijiro.”

It took Katsuki a moment as well before nodding his head and doing the same, baring his neck just as you, in submission. “Morning, Eijiro.” He greeted back.

Eijiro didn’t say anything more, an unashamed rumble coming out of his chest at the greetings from the both of you. The sound of his approval made you both feel a rush down your back, a flush to your faces at having pleased in some way. Remembering his dam’s instructions, he walked over to the back, doing as he was told easily, not bothered by the weight of the milk canisters. His long black hair fell down his back, thick and down to his waist, easily reminding you of his sire.

Yua watched wordless at the three of you, looking between her son and the two of you. She sniffed the air subtly, noticing your sweet scent along with Katsuki’s caramel and burnt sugar scent mingling in the air a bit more than it was earlier.

She hummed with a small smirk, before clearing her throat. “You know, Eijiro over here just finished his house on our property. He worked so hard on it with his sire and his older sister, isn’t that right, Eijiro?” She spoke looking back at her tall son. Eijiro paused for a second at the mention of his name and nodded with grunt, before continuing on with what he was doing. “And you know what they say,” Yua continued patting a hand on her son’s back as she smiled at the both of you. “An Alpha might have a house but it isn’t a home until he gets an Omega to make it one.” She stated with a nod to her head, like it was a well known saying.

Eijiro paused again, looking down at his mother with a slight tilt of his head. He wasn’t entirely sure where his mother was going with this conversation nor what she meant exactly. He did however notice the both of you listening to her and that was enough for him to trust that this was some sort of a fruitful conversation. He then saw Katsuki flick his gaze up to him. The blond Omega swallowed down hard but tried keeping his head up, trying not to win at what he thought was a staring game. Eijiro found it amusing.

Yua nodded her head. “Isn’t that right, Eijiro?” She asked with a bright smile up at him. “You would do nicely with a nice Omega, or two, hm?” She asked with a suggestive wink. Subtly trying to direct his gaze back to the two of you. “You’re already a grown Alpha, you need a wife or two.”

Eijiro looked up at two of you. You looked down away from him, seemingly flustered and not wanting to meet his gaze, and so did Katsuki who seemed like his ears were the shade of his mother’s hair. Eijiro set down the crate for a moment an walked around the counter over to the two of you. You both straightened up at the random occurrence as Kirishima stood in front of the both of you. He leaned forward between the two of you, still keeping a customary distance.

Something Eijiro always loved about the two of you was how your scents intertwined and moved together so nicely. They suited each other so well. Everyone in the village knew that the two of you were a package deal, which wasn’t uncommon here in Yuuie. Families came in all types of numbers and shapes and members. It wasn’t uncommon that in their community, Alphas had more than one Omega.

What Eijiro loved most of all was how your scents would smell so good mixed with his own. He closed his eyes with a rumble at the smell of your scents meeting together in the middle Katsuki couldn’t help himself, pumping out a bit more of his scent unconsciously. You tried not to get flustered, knowing that this was probably just Kirishima being an Alpha. Alphas did that. They sniffed. It was kinda what they did. It didn’t mean anything. You tried to remind yourself as he let out a louder rumble than before at the smell.

He stood back, trying to control himself. He let out a chuft out of his throat in approval. “Festival.” He let out lowly.

You were too clueless at whatever just happened to answer. Katsuki cleared his throat, ignoring the slight need to push his thighs together. “The Springtime Festival?” Eijiro let out an affirming grunt. “What about it?”

“Together.” Kirishima elaborated simply. “Go together. Three of us.”

It was Katsuki’s turn to go speechless too. You blinked up at him wordlessly, also in shock.

Yua let out an excited squeal as she clapped her hands. “How wonderful! That sounds like such a good idea.” She praised her son, moving to scratch the underside of his chin. Instantly Eijiro relaxed moving closer to her hand with a hum. “You know, Eijiro, Y/N and Katsuki are making dinner tonight. You do love their stew.” She reminded him, letting go of him.

At the mention of stew, Eijiro hummed as he made his way back to the milk cannisters he was putting away. He licked his lips at the thought of beef stew. “Stew.” He let out, already salivating at the thought of it.

You quickly grabbed your own milk cannister, slightly shoving Katsuki to jerk him back to reality. You both took your closed cannisters. “See you later, tonight, Mrs Kirishima.” You let out nervously.

“And Eijiro.”

She waved a hand. “Bye sweethearts.”

You stood next to Katsuki as the two of you stood around the fire. You stirred the huge pot of stew for the pack dinner. It made the great hall smell delicious and appetising. You hummed with a smile on your face at the pleasant smell. Katsuki moved to add some sugar into the large put keeping an eye on the bubbling stew and the potatoes that still needed to soften. He nodded his head with a huff as he moved back to the oven.

You and some of the other young Omegas of the village were getting dinner ready in a room that led into the main hall. You could already hear chatter of the hall slowly filling up with pack members. The little shadow Omegas, including Kirishima Tamami who stood at your side paying attention and taking note of your ingredients and the time it took, watched at a safe distance not getting in the way but being close enough to see all the action around you all.

“He got it just for me.” Ochaco let out sickeningly sweetly as she showed off a wedding present bracelet that Iida Tenya had gotten her. She stood with two shadows and Pony. She giggled at the piece of jewellery. “Honestly, he is so sweet to me. I’m moving in with him soon soon.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. If there was something he hated more than someone flaunting around the fact that they were being courted, he hated Ochaco. Now Katsuki didn’t mind when someone was excited about being courted. He was happy for Pony when she was courted by Sato, and was all hands on deck when their wedding happened a few months ago. However, when it came to the brunette Omega, he couldn’t help but get ticked off. “Well, he won’t want to marry you if you end up burning the bread buns.” He hissed as he swatted her away from the oven moving to check on the bread buns that were golden and ready to be taken out not a second longer.

The brunette rolled her eyes as she grabbed two towels to help Katsuki take out the other tray of baking buns from the hot fire burning oven. “Oh, don’t be like that Katsuki.” She let out softly. “A bunch of bread won’t determine how he feels about me. Although,” She started as she moved to set the tray next to Katsuki’s as he took the cloths and threw them onto his shoulder with a frown. “I can’t say the same about every Omega though.” She let out snarky.

Katsuki stiffened for less than a second but glared over at her with a scowl. He reached on top to the many bread baskets, taking them down as he started to put the buns in them. “The fuck you saying, squirrel cheeks.” He let out lowly.

You paused for a second, sensing Katsuki’s rising anger as clear as day. You motioned to Tamami to watch the pot, knowing she had experience with her own dam letting her cook, so you weren’t too worried. She nodded understandingly as the small new Omega moved to where you were standing. Mei was silent as she moved to help Katsuki move the bread loves into their little baskets, making the work faster, but also releasing some calming scents to try and silently calm the situation.

Ochaco shrugged. “I’m just saying, you can’t get an Alpha by your cooking alone. Alphas don’t like Omegas with such rotten mouths or manners. You pride yourself on being the best and yet which Alpha wants you?” She stated glaring at him from the corner of her eye with a gentle smirk on her face. She turned towards the oven once again.

Katsuki moved to try and grab her, but you quickly stopped him, putting a hand to the side of his face. “Katsuki, ignore her. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” You told him into his ear as you and Pony held him securely, restraining the blond Omega from effectively clawing at Ochaco’s eyes. Katsuki had a vicious scowl on his face as he let out a hiss at her, Omegan canines barred as he stood in your arms. You glared back at Ochaco but did your best to focus on Katsuki. You directed his eyes to you, anger on his face but hurt in his eyes. Pony put her head to his shoulder, with a chirp trying to calm him down alongside you.

“Come on Omegas.” Inko spoke as she clapped her hands as she walked into the kitchen. The round older Omega walked in with her head up and green hair pushed back into a ponytail. “Is food ready? We got a hungry pack waiting.” She paused as she noticed the tension in the room. She looked over at a rather smug Ochaco and then to a fuming Katsuki. She frowned as she walked further into the room. She let out a dam like hiss, sound making you all look to her. Her emerald eyes moving around to the lot of you. “Whatever is going on, we will deal with it later. Your Head Alpha is hungry as well as the rest of the pack. Now get the food out into the hall.” She motioned from where she had come from.

You all nodded wordlessly as you moved to get things rolling. Katsuki moved to your side, carefully taking woollen leather muttons to try and stop the heat as you both grabbed hold of the heavy pot of stew. Tamami stepped back, having stirred the pot to make sure nothing would get burnt at the bottom. You and Katsuki gave each other a firm nod before picking up the heavy pot, lifting with your legs and your arms as you made your way out, Inko keeping the door open for the both of you.

You both waddled over to the serving station, ignoring the hungry stares at the sight of the pot and the waiting food. You both placed it down without much issue, being sure not to spill a drop. The hall was already filled with hungry loved ones and people you’ve known since birth. The Omegas that worked alongside you and the shadows moved along with you, moving in tandem to get all the bread loaves out and another huge pot of mashed potatoes. It took a few minutes but soon food was ready to be served. You stood next to Katsuki who masked his emotions on his face with a head held high.

The huge Head Alpha Todoroki Enji, stood up first, his first wife, a silent white-haired Omega stood with him as well as his pups, Natsuo, Fuyumi and Shoto. He made his way to the front with his large plate in hand. At the sight of the Head Alpha of the pack, you all bowed at the waist, head hung low as you said your greetings.

The large redheaded Alpha had his piercing cold electric blue eyes on all of you, before resting on you. He let out a grunt as he extended his arm. The grunt was permission to raise your heads. You carefully took the ladle and made swift work of plating the mashed potatoes for him. He then moved forward to Katsuki who added on the stew and then to Momo who plated a bread bun for him. With Enji having his plate of food, and making swift work of diving in to eating the moment he sat down, the rest of the hall made easy and quick work of getting up. You smiled and greeted everyone, the pups coming first as they were main priority, along with any pregnant Omegas and then the rest of the pack.

Once everyone had had their first servings, all of you who had cooked and served got your own and made your way to sit together, all the young Omegas you had learnt beside and were friends with, plus Ochaco, moved to your own table not too far away from the Alphas table themselves.

“I’m a bit worried.” Izuku said as he chewed on a piece of beef. “Rabbits don’t come up dead for no reason.”

Todoroki Shoto hummed as he nodded his head. The red and white haired Alpha, although being the youngest son of the Head Alpha was one of the more civilised Alphas of the bunch. He wasn’t big into the more physical work like the others, and was following Aizawa into teaching. He put a hand to his chin as he thought to himself. “We have already taken away all the bunny’s natural predators around the farm and the village, they should not be a problem then…” He spoke as he thought, gears working behind his heterochromic eyes. “Might there be wolves that moved into the area.”

Shinso let out a displeased sound as he took a bite out of the soft warm bread bun that he had.  “The watch never reported wolf tracks.”

“They stay away from the village most of the time, either way.” Kyouka spoke as she crossed her legs and looked around the table. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have them look out for tracks.”

Shoto hummed as he nodded. He then looked to Eijiro who was practically devouring the food on his plate. At the feeling of eyes on him, the wolf stopped and looked around the table. He let out a grunt, wondering what it was for, only making some of his friends laugh.

“Hungry, Eijiro?” Tenya asked amusedly, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

Eijiro nodded his head as he stuffed more stew into his mouth. He sat up and motioned down to his plate. “Y/N and Katsuki’s stew. Been looking forward to it all day.” He let out lowly.

Sero Hanta let out an amused laugh. The woodcutter, leaned back for a second as he tilted his head at the sight of the large black-haired Alpha. “You have your eyes on the duo then?” He asked amusedly. He received a low but short growl which only made the others laugh. “I’m just asking.” Hanta spoke, putting his hands up in defence.

Izuku hummed as he glanced at the Omega table to the both of you. “Katsuki and Y/N are cute.” He spoke making Eijiro stop midway as his ruby eyes flicked to the green haired Alpha next to him. Izuku perked up before looking at the other Alpha. “They are. They’re good Omegas, beautiful, would make good mates. However, they do go together, so if you’re going for them you gotta go for both.” He reminded him.

The others nodded in agreement. Eijiro hummed in agreement as he sat up, furrowing his eyebrows. “Like potatoes and beef.” He commented only making the others laugh.

However, Eijiro was actually thinking about it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you and Katsuki. Quite the opposite actually. Eijiro wanted a mate. He really did. He just was often busy with work on the farm that he didn’t really have much thought about it until recently. It was often said that an Alpha who built a house would get an Omega less than a year later. Kind of one of his hopes right now.

Now from all the Omegas he knew, you and Katsuki had always been a favourite. You were close with his dam and anyone close to his dam had his respect. However, what he like about the two of you was how well you complemented each other and how much you suited one another. He loved Katsuki’s spitfire personality and his hard and honest work, he also loved your dedication to your family and the pack around you and your loving nature. It was perfect in his mind. His mother nailed the head in the coffin when she seemed rather eager this morning on pushing him towards the two of you.

He was suddenly very glad that he asked to accompany you two at the festival, he hoped that maybe if he was brave enough, he might just end up with two Omegas to hold and to claim by the end of Spring.

#mha x y/n #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #eijiro x reader #alpha kirishima x reader #alpha kirishima eijirou #alpha eijiro kirishima #alpha kirishima #omega bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x eijirou #poly kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima x bakugou x reader

[heyitsdoe]

A/N - Some more headcanons I was manifesting today! Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts, if you agree or what you feel would be more accurate, hehe <3

Featured characters: Portgas D. Ace, Boa Hancock, Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Reiju

Portgas D. Ace

As a man who typically flies by the seat of his pants at any given moment, Ace is understandably pretty nonchalant about getting married. If he does, he does. If not, oh well! His decision to tie the knot has more to do with his s/o's desire to do so than his own. He loves you either way.

His special day is less a wedding and more just a fancy version of the Whitebeard Pirates' random parties. There's no priest, Thatch or Izo is likely drunkenly reciting something that sounds official enough to pass as a rite of marriage script, and your vows are interrupted by hearty cheers from the rest of the crew.

Everything is set up in a matter of hours. No fancy decorations or arrangements of music further than the off-key singing of pirates and someone breaking out a harmonica that hasn't been tuned in ages. Whitebeard doesn't mind breaking open the stores of good sake from his personal stash, though, which only makes the festivities even more...uh, lively.

You're lucky to remember most of that afternoon the next morning. The only evidence there'd ever been a wedding at all is a ring on your finger and dozens of passed-out crew members on the deck when you eventually wake up the next day.

Boa Hancock

Marriage is incredibly 'important' to Boa. Not important in the sense that she feels the need to get married, but the fact that she trusts someone enough to accept a proposal is a monumental step for her as a person. She doesn't take this decision lightly. And if you know her well enough to have her wishing to marry you, I suppose you already understand that.

She will approach this day with an incredibly calm intensity. She never lets it be known just how nervous she is for it, because that just wouldn't do to the country's leader and symbol for her people. Preparations are made with a steadiness in her voice and barely a batted lash at the variety of choices she must make decisions about in regards to it; colors, food, clothing, guests, etc.

She'll take it upon herself to do most of the planning, mostly because she'll want as much control in how everything plays out as she can. Not that she doesn't trust you, of course. It's more of a...comfort thing. Safety, almost, in an extreme sense. Let her do what she wants to do and you won't have a bridezilla on your hands.

It truly is a beautiful day, however. She's a natural at planning events, her leadership and organization skills top notch. The day goes smoothly and at the end of it all, she'll really begin to enjoy the moment, settling into the celebrations, enjoying the joyous occasion with her people. Her wedding anniversary becomes something of an unofficial holiday for the country from that point forward.

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy's decision to get married will be so spur of the moment, if you accept, he'll be ready to get it all out of the way right then and there. Who needs a big fancy building, uncomfortable fancy clothes, and a hundred other people watching? The most important people to him in the world are on the ship right now, and the deck of the Sunny is the best place he could think to share such a special occasion with you.

The actual 'wedding' will likely take about 15 minutes, with Jimbei or Franky stepping in to officiate it. Don't be surprised if either one of them are crying from joy halfway through, though. It's just a really happy, special day, ok? Give them a minute, they'll compose themselves shortly...

Your vows are just as spur of the moment, since writing them down and agonizing over what to say isn't really his style. Or, likely yours, if you're intent on marrying the rubber captain. Whatever your heart tells you to say when the time comes is good enough for the both of you.

A gigantic feast, courtesy of the blonde cook, will commence immediately after. Wedding food is a big aspect of the event that Luffy has been looking forward to. And uh...don't be surprised if he's already planning your honeymoon on the most dangerous island he can find in the next few days. His idea of a lover's getaway is a bit different than the norm.

Vinsmoke Reiju

Reiju has very few things in her life that she's genuinely happy to have. Someone who wishes to marry her, who agrees to love and cherish her for the rest of their days, is something she's eager to hold onto. There's always the subtle fear in the back of her mind that anything good may eventually get taken away, so her wedding will likely be quite secretive.

There will only be a few invited guests, only the most trusted people in your lives. As much as she might want to share a special day like this with her family, she knows in the end it would be more trouble than it was worth. Her brothers' and father's meddling would ultimately ruin whatever happiness she might be able to glean from it.

In a few ways, she'll retain the 'dazzle' of a big wedding; a fancy dress, the most expensive she can find on a short notice, a delicious cake, and a pretty little chapel with a priest who doesn't ask questions. There isn't many options, but she will accept whatever may be available. As long as she can share it with you, that's all that matters.

Reiju does her best not to cry as she says her vows, but it's quite obvious that she's overwhelmed with happiness. She cherishes the occasion so much, looking to you for strength. She'll be smiling more than you've ever seen her do in all of your time knowing and falling in love with her before.

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #portgas d ace #ace #ace x reader #g/n reader #boa hancock #Hancock x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #reiju #reiju x reader #vinsmoke reiju #one piece

[bakerstreethound]

I would like to ask some of your headcanons (sandman, good omens, Sherlock, whatever you want you choose!) 🥰

Rogue, my dear hii! I hope you can get out of this terrible Tumblr jail soon! I appreciate you sending me these. Let's see I may do a few here and there as a treat. I hope you enjoy them (:

Sherlock

This man likes hugs, but it takes him a while to get used to affection as I think he is touch starved

Loves having his curls ruffled or tugged during a kiss (make that man melt haha, plus it's in a majority of my fics now so it's almost canon)

He likes to observe whatever you're doing and when he knows you're not in the mood for affection, will sit in the room with you as you study/read/ watch a movie

This usually ends up with you listening to one of his cases as he rambles along and you've gotten used to it by now it's one of the usual nightly occurrences in 221B

In autumn, he gets curious about the tie/knot fleece blankets which leads you to a weekend stint of creating some festive ones. John comes in to help as well and you make a blanket fort

Dream/Morpheus

I am a firm believer that Morpheus will sit down in a comfortable armchair and knit dreams/stories/nightmares out of his shadows and sand while you watched transfixed

He likes to take nightly strolls in the library when he can also to check up on Lucienne and Matthew as he knows they like to keep track of him in case something were to go wrong

When you're in the Dreaming with him, it's one of your favorite places to go and you love talking to Merv as well who trains you well with his shotgun

Pre capture Dream detests family gatherings and even moreso post capture as none of his family came to help him, so when you ask him to a gathering of your friends (Hob included) he's hesitant at first and you and Hob reassure him it will be alright

I also think Morpheus has an extensive art galley and all his awesome cloaks are the art pieces so he can swoop the canvases off to shift to his robes

The Corinthian

I feel like Corinthian would go to those classy swanky 1920s themed jazz bars and get a martini and just for kicks and giggles garnishes it with an eyeball instead of an olive

He likes being hand fed his eyeballs. It's almost akin to the feeding someone grapes as they recline on a lounger type scenario. Bonus points if it's you doing the feeding

Speaking of eating, he would like to take you out for little treats like ice cream

This nightmare has such a fancy for suits, he goes to the most hip places and is so picky and particular about his suits, the quality, the fabric. He goes the whole nine yards and does not skimp

This extends to the way he would treat someone he fancies and would spare no expense. It's not a good thing to piss him off as they'd likely be his next meal so it's good to stay on his nicer side

Sleepover Weekend

#roguelov #one of the wives #sleepover weekend #ask game #writer asks #sherlock x reader #the corinthian x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sherlock holmes imagine #the sandman imagine #headcanons #mail 💌 #answered

[torscrawls]

Crowning Achievement of Unintentional Misdirection

Chapter 2 of “Danny accidentally makes the JL believe that the new ghost king is using him and that his sister is in on it” Words: 2 780 You can read the whole thing on AO3!

  True to his word, when the day came a portal tore itself into existence in Danny's usual spot in the Watchtower half an hour before the time for the coronation.

 Barry—who had insisted on joining them when he heard where they were going, saying something about “proving to everyone that ghosts aren’t real”—jumped in surprise at its sudden appearance. Bruce simply sucked in a quiet breath and straightened up, eyes fixed on the portal and the being that didn’t waste any time before stepping through.

 He had expected a guard of some sort, a butler, a monster, a beast—at the very least a ghost of some kind— but instead they got what looked to be an ordinary young woman with auburn hair, a green fancy dress, and a serious expression.

 She couldn’t be their escort… right?

 The young woman stopped in front of them and looked the three of them over one after the other with startlingly calculating eyes. She raised an immaculate eyebrow and asked, “Is that what you’re wearing?”

 Bruce blinked.

 He didn’t want to admit it, but he really wasn’t used to people being faced with Batman for the first time and not being at least slightly intimidated. This woman gave away absolutely nothing, and Bruce felt suddenly decidedly wrong-footed.

 "Who are you?" Barry asked in his hero costume topped with a bright yellow bow tie in a futile attempt to make it seem more festive and proper. Not that Bruce himself was much better in his black tie that was barely visible over his Batman-suit. Constantine was wearing his usual trench coat and hadn’t even attempted to dress up for the coronation. Bruce had made the strategic decision not to fight the other man about it, not wanting to invite the barrage of criticism of his own fashion choices that would no doubt follow if he did.

 The woman heaved a sigh, still not even slightly affected by being in the presence of three Justice League members—or two heroes in full costume and one grumpy man in a trench coat—before she crossed her arms over the shiny fabric of her dress that was, no doubt, a perfect fit for the occasion. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes. I’m Jasmine, but call me Jazz.” It wasn’t a suggestion. "I’m Phantom's sister."

#dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #phic #my writing #jazz just wants to make sure danny's new teammates are good for him #she is sadly too much like her brother in that she is also way more terrifying than she realizes

[enarmor]

(Mulled Wine and Hot Cocoa)

No warnings. No “been a while”s or even a “would you like one” first. Just a steaming mug of cocoa slid over and into the taller man's line of sight before sitting down a few feet away to nurse his own drink. It's as close to an invitation for conversation as it gets, for the first time since the Baroness's villa a few moons ago.

The subtle tune of Kris' conversation is not lost on Sain's ears. His eyes land on the hot froth of the offered drink and immediately connect it to the other knight, hearing clearly all the things he wishes to say. 'We meet again' and 'how are you?', 'fancy meeting you here' and 'join me, old friend.' Though the tie they shared was sheared short by the bell signaling 'murder,' Sain caught enough of a glimpse at his hot-bath buddy. He read from his eyes an entire manuscript of quiet tendencies.

Quiet, of course, not being the same as silent.

"Ah, do my eyes deceive?" He slips a thumb overtop the mug's handle and hooks his next two fingers underneath. The rich-smelling steam is allowed to wash over the Lance's face as he holds his drink close to his chin. "Mister White, here in the flesh! Funny that you should offer me this. It seems fate has a way of making us meet where there are hot liquids involved."

Doing his best to disallow the thought of drinking bathwater from souring his perception of Kris' gift, Sain takes a sip. The cocoa is as delicious as it is scalding. It soaks into the wood of its container, though, so its taste and temperature can both be felt before making contact with his lips. It's just right. The perfect mix of festive nuttiness, woody body, sweet sugar and that little hint of butter hit him right where it counts. It all comes together like an ambrosial delight, sliding down his throat in spite of how it threatens to burn his inner flesh.

But that's just Sain for you, always rushing to enjoy things.

He heaves a warm sigh after his swig, licking the cream off his lips before continuing, "Mm, and what you said last time... About battle and romance. I've given it some thought." The excitement in his smile mellows out. He allows his eyelids to flutter shut--serious for a small, if rare, moment.

"I think you're right, that there's nothing pretty about war. It's bloody and it tears families apart... Not to mention what it does to my hair. But it is nevertheless a cavalier's duty to be passionate...!"

The butt end of his cup hits the table again, branding a hot ring where it sits. Sain leans forward in his seat.

"Our devotion to love is what brings a smile to people's faces! For them, we must fall for an ugly mistress--like willing moths to a charcoal flame."

#IC #ASKBOX #UNSUNGBLADE #toabaldrsbounty #//AYO MISTER WHITE WE NEED TO COOK!!!!!!!!!! #//anyways i like the nonverbal aspect of this ask because it means sain gets to do all the talking for them #//and boy did i run with that privilege

[hasan-demir]

Mob Advent Calendar: Day Four

Traditions:

-Are you a Grinch , or do you enjoy the holidays?:  Hasan enjoys the holidays, but also sometimes enjoys being a Grinch it depends on the company.

-On which day do you celebrate Christmas?:  None at least with family, but he’s not against other people celebrating.

-Is it a religious celebration or non-denominational:  For Christmas usually non denominational if celebrated at all.

-Who do you spend the holidays with:  Usually Ayda, if she’s busy sometimes at a shelter volunteering.

-What does your typical Christmas dinner include?: Usually something quick depending on who is doing the cooking or when the holiday falls.

-Do you open your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?:  On the rare occasion he has received presents usually on Christmas day.

-Do you still have a stocking?: A public one sometimes, though usually he doesn’t hang up his own.

-Do you still get an Advent Calendar?: Only if he wants to eat the chocolates.

-Do you leave all of your Christmas shopping until last minute, or are you organized?:  If he does have to buy gifts he does it in as much advance as possible to avoid the crowds.  Getting stuck in the last minute frenzy is a nightmare.

-Do you take charge of th day, or are you the one in the corner sipping Baileys?: Obviously the Bailey’s

-Any traditions passed down through the family?: Not really passed though sometimes he does help Ayda pick out and set up a tree for the bar.

-Any weird things your family does that other’s don’t?: not celebrate Christmas?

-Do you go all-out with decorations, or keep it basic?: Keeps it basic for himself, but if it’s for others goes all out since it can be a thing that gives people cheer at a hard time of year.

-Post a picture of what your Christmas tree looks like:

-Do you ever spend the holidays away from home?: Often as it’s not a true holiday. -Do you like to get a bit tipsy, or is it an alcohol-free zone?: Getting drunk at people’s holiday parties on free booze is one of the ways he’s in the spirit of the season. FAVORITES/FUN BITS: -Favorite Christmas Song: The Killers: Don’t shoot me Santa -Least Favorite Christmas Song: New Song The Christmas Shoes -Favorite Christmas Food: stuffing, or Lamb -Least Favorite Christmas Food: Fruit cake -Favorite Christmas Movie: Jingle all the way -Least Favorite Christmas movie: Whatever Christmas rom com Ayda makes them watch. -Favorite Christmas Tradition: drunk caroling

-Ever Regifted?: No -If you had an unlimited budget, what would you buy for the three most important people in your life?: Expensive getaways and probably a fancy suit. -If you could have any gift in the world, unlimited budget, what would it be?: He would say something big like peace in London, but really he would want a private place somewhere exotic to get away though that would only be half of the gift. -Weirdest Secret Santa gift ever received:  Full light up and musical frosty the snow man sweater and tie set. -If you could kiss any fictional character under the mistletoe, who would it be?: Cammy White -If you were forced to wear an ugly sweater to an ugly sweater party, what would it look like?: Some kind of shiny Rudolph thing? -What’s you’re go-to outfit for festive fancy dress?: A simple but elegant red dinner jacket and black slacks, with possible Santa hat if needed. -Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve?: New Year’s Eve -White Christmas or Snow-Free?: White Christmas MEMORIES:

-Earliest Christmas Memory: Snowball fights with Ayaz -Best Christmas Memory: Snowball fights with Ayaz -Worst Christmas Memory: Christmas hangover -Best Christmas Present ever received, and who was it from: Frosty the Snowman mug and cocoa set from secret Santa at Shelter -Best Christmas present ever sent, and who it was for: Buying stake in a bar so family could open it.  Multi purpose present partly for them partly for himself. -Someone you wish you could bring back for one last Christmas: Nene, though she’d likely be disappointed to be brought back for a Christian holiday

-Have you ever been stuck somewhere else for Christmas?: Once, Paris, it was a horribly lonely, and Paris syndrome confirming holiday he never mentions, but that has given him a duality of want and hate for travel that is a lot of the reason he hasn’t often left Haringey or London since.

#mob advent

[starlightswitch]

Useful Useless Facts

(for Writer's Month day 27 prompts silk and car shop)

You would think that the person who had volunteered the garage to do a float in the Fall Festival parade would be around to discuss it, but nope, Nico had managed to slip his way out of it. But there was a solid crew at the town’s favorite beer and burgers place, discussing it over drinks and burgers at a date far closer to the parade date than reasonable.

They had decided it made sense to do a car rather than a full float. They had decided they were going to use Alexia’s car because she had a cool old Mustang she and her grandpa had fixed up together. Now they were brainstorming what they were going to do with the car… supposedly. Carter and Berry kept giving random suggestions that would take way too much work, Alexia and Saul had nothing to offer, and all Rob had to say was that they could decorate it with flowers or something and have a woman in a fancy dress pretending to be a celebrity. Carter caught on right away, and said too innocently, “So, Berry? Or Alexia?”

“Um,” said Rob, and didn’t dare go on when everyone was looking at him knowingly. Rob had a new girlfriend that everyone was getting tired of hearing about.

“What if we did a parachute?” said Saul.

“Like… behind the car?” said Alexia. “Like a drag race?”

“Over the car. Like it parachuted down.”

Berry pushed her lips out, thinking. “That would be easy to do.”

“Mm,” said Alexia. “We could even do like… a time travel thing? Like it parachuted in from another time? We’d just have to have whoever was in it dress like they’re from the past. Which wouldn’t be that hard if it was a guy,” she added, with the barest flick of her eyes in Rob’s direction.

Rob didn’t notice. “And it would be easy to do,” he said. “But, sure, it kind of hits what I was going for– easy to put together, but it still looks creative.”

“It’s way more creative,” said Carter, and– before Rob could complain– turned to Saul and said, “Where did that come from? Just, bam, out of nowhere, here it is.”

“Well, we were talking about fancy dresses,” said Saul. “Which made me think of silk, which made me think of parachutes.”

“What does silk have to do with parachutes?” said Berry.

“They used to be made from silk,” said Saul. “Didn’t they?”

Rob looked it up on his phone. “Yep, until World War II.”

“Dude,” said Carter, shaking his head, “how do you know this stuff?”

“Stuff?” said Saul. “Plural?”

“Yeah. Like the other day, you were talking about that astronaut who threw his astronaut pin away on the moon because he’d get a different one for finishing a mission. And you pointed out in the one song that was playing at work that there was the sound of breaking glass and said they literally broke glass in the studio. And something about beavers… I don’t even remember that one but you definitely told me something about beavers.”

“I think I need to work with Saul more often,” said Berry.

Saul shrugged, a slightly embarrassed shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t even know how I know this stuff. I just… I guess I just remember things when I hear them.”

“Well, apparently it’s a useful talent,” said Alexia, “since now we have an idea.”

“As long as we don’t have to make the parachute from silk,” Berry put in. “I absolutely do not own anything silk.”

“I doubt any of us do,” said Saul.

“I have a silk tie,” said Rob.

Carter snorted. “Of course you do.”

“Guys,” said Alexia. “Please, can we focus. We have an idea. That doesn’t mean we’re done.”

“He who has begun has half done,” said Saul primly. When everyone looked at him he said, “Mary Poppins.”

Carter snorted again, but this time it was an affectionate snort. “Man,” he said, “you are something else.”

--

2020 day 27:  Not Just a Dream (dream)

2021 day 27:  Confirmation (sword) (one of my favorites)

#writersmonth2022 #my writing #in honor of my partner who was once named most likely to be a secret genius

[honeykaes]

hiiiiiiii it feels like it's been a while since i stopped by, how are you doing?

as for thirsts, all i have is scaramouche. i want that man to fuck me over his desk while he's in the middle of training recruits (regular or your office au lmao), showing them who i belong to 😩 let him mark me up all good n fill me up with his cum 😩😩

- 🕊️anon

Hello!! You caught me at a good time with my Office Harem AU again 👀

warning: 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, office harem au, possessive Scaramouche, filming (consensual), office sex, cream pies, marking, implied rough sex, mention of Scara’s real name, romantic relationships with Mona and Ei.

We know Scaramouche is a extremely possessive person, whose fallen hard and doesn’t know how to properly express those emotions. It doesn’t help that he’s in a fast pace job and in a “competition” with most of the staff to please you.

On a particular day he planned on asking you out on a genuine and romantic date he had been devising for months now. He was finally going to swallow his pride—until everything fell apart.

First it was that ginger that consistently pesters and annoys him. His eyes narrowed hearing him drag on about last night festivities where he claimed to have you in a mating press—all filmed on his phone. Scaramouche hates the fact Childe “defiled” you with his stupidity and cockiness, wanting nothing but to grab the dark screen phone he was waving in front of his eyes and smash it to pieces on the ground.

But he resisted for you.

Next, he saw that annoying broke astrologist-enthusiast—hands on your hips, lips tenderly kissing your cheek with her own tinted red. Scaramouche knew she was dragging on and on about the “stars” or whatever, stealing you away for lunch when he wanted to ask him himself. He wanted to go March over there and demand she leave so he could have time with you.

But he resisted…for you.

It was when he saw Ei, having you sit on her lap as she wiped away chocolate from some fancy dessert she had bought you where he couldn’t take it anymore.

As soon as you excused yourself to use the restroom, Scaramouche marched over grabbing your hand and heading to your office alone. His lips quivered in frustration and embarrassment as he locked the door with rosy cheeks.

“W-Why can’t you just pay attention to me…” he grumbled out.

“Childe..Mona—Ei?! I feel like you’re doing this on purpose!” Scaramouche shouted out. His lips connected with yours as you moaned, feeling his tongue claim your mouth as his own.

“M’Sorry Kuni…you have me know though,” you murmured with a smile. Scaramouche felt his heart palpate faster seeing your expression, lavender eyes blown rise.

That’s right. He was alone with you right now.

No one would see his tie stuffed in your mouth as your pin down to your desk—his length pounding into you with a curve. Or how he’s filled you up for the third time. Or how his mark litters your chest.

Maybe he had to be grateful for those pests to finally have decent alone time with you.

#genshin impact smut #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #—kaeyatic thirsts {👅} #🕊 anon

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) jaune and neo go to a fancy ball, weiss is bullied by her friends into following jaune in and seeing what he's up to, she's utterly shocked to see jaune's ... smooth? the man plays the game with the best of them, when she confronts him about the shift in his demeaner all the boy does is look at her and say

" diplomacy is the velvet glove that covers the iron fist of power"

meanwhile jaune's having way too much fun quoting movie lines at rich people as a distraction. they must not get out much because so far no one's recognized any of them, hell even weiss didn't notice... where did neo get to? (she's robbing the place blind)

Stiffer Than A Girder

Jaune never felt so out of place in his life. Well, except for maybe when he first showed up to Beacon with no skill whatsoever, but this was a different kind of alienation. He was in a hostile environment, laced with landmines and other traps that could end him when triggered, and predators just as capable, and more eager, to do so. Jaune Arc was at a fancy dinner ball with the Council of Vale.

He didn't understand what insanity gripped his Headmaster to think that sending him as a Beacon student representative. Thankfully, he was permitted a plus one, and though they had only known each other for less than a week, Jaune was confident he made the right choice choosing Mint. His friends weren't happy he chose "a complete stranger", but they were understanding. Besides, it's not like he'd know anyone here.

Weiss: Hello, Arc.

Jaune: (Thinking) Ah, dammit. (Speaking) Weiss! What a surprise!

Weiss: Because you thought you could escape rejecting me, the Weiss Schnee, for someone you only met three days ago?

Jaune: I... don't have an answer for that.

Weiss: Good, then you can shut up and listen. You came here, acting as the Beacon student representative, and you don't know the first thing about formal etiquette, do you?

Jaune: I'm wearing a tie!

Weiss: Who tied it?

Jaune: ...Mint.

Weiss: (Tugs the tie) And it's a clip-on. If you're going into any battleground, you must be armed with the weapons that best serve you.

Jaune: But this isn't a battleground.

Weiss: Of course not. It's a warzone. Do you have any dancing skill at all?

Jaune: I mean, Ren is teaching me.

Weiss: Do you know the difference between silverware?

Jaune: Yeah; forks, knives, spoons, and sporks!

Weiss: ...If this was the jungle, a monkey would have killed you by now.

Jaune: That's harsh. How did you get in, anyways?

Weiss: My entire family is here. It's one of the few times we all gather without hosting a ball. You, on the other hand, must do more than just stand around and pretend to know the difference between a cravat and caviar.

Jaune: ...

Weiss: You do know what those are, correct?

Jaune: ...Do I need to?

Weiss: (Sigh) Fine, I suppose someone must teach you proper ballroom etiquette. I doubt your friend knows anything about the high, aristocratic lifestyle.

Jaune: ...Hey, where is Mint?

Ozpin: Are you enjoying the festivities, madam?

Councilwoman: Oh, of course, but I believe I may have misplaced my timepiece. If you happen upon it, would you kindly return it?

Ozpin: Of course, madam. Enjoy your evening. (She walks away) That's the third person tonight. Excuse me!

Neo: !

Ozpin: Yes, you! A word, please? (Mint steps closer) I understand the youth of today are quite bold, but I must ask you maintain vigilance, dear. I believe a thief is loose. Do be careful.

Neo: (Nods)

Ozpin: And inform Mr. Arc of the same, please. (Walks away) Hm, I believe I must have misplaced my money clip.

Neo: (Walks away, Pulls money from money clip)

Weiss: First lesson, Arc; know your enemy.

Jaune: And who is my enemy?

Weiss: Everyone except you. Trust no one.

Jaune: What about you?

Weiss: What about me?

Jaune: Can I trust you?

Weiss: For now.

Jaune: Huh?

Weiss: Just listen to me very carefully, and do as I do. Here comes someone now.

Councilman: Ah, Ms. Schnee! A delight to see you once again! Tell me, how has the air of Beacon treated you?

Weiss: Oh, splendidly! The air in Atlas can be so cold.

Councilman: Of course. Vale is much further from the ice of Solitas.

Weiss: That is true, that is true.

Councilman: And who might this be?

Weiss: Councilman, allow me to introduce you to Jaune Arc, a fellow student of Beacon. Jaune, this is Councilman-

Councilman: Ah, so you are the famous Jaune Arc! Or perhaps I should say infamous in my case. (Laughs haughtily)

Weiss: (Laughs haughtily)

Jaune: (Weakly chuckles)

Councilman: Come, come, you simply must meet with our benefactor for the evening!

Jaune: Uh, okay, if I must.

Weiss: (Whispers) You do.

Ironwood: So, this is the famous Jaune Arc?

Winter: Indeed, sir.

Ironwood: Were you able to pull up any information on him?

Winter: Unfortunately, no, sir. When I asked for his files, the Headmaster replied, and I quote, "lent them to another student."

Ironwood: Another one of Oz's jokes. But if the rumors are true, he could be a valuable ally.

Winter: Or a formidable enemy.

Ironwood: Hopefully it doesn't come to that.

Glynda: Doesn't come to what, James?

Ironwood: Ah, good evening, Glynda. How are you?

Glynda: I'm well, thank you. (Glares) Winter.

Winter: (Glares) Glynda.

Ironwood: ...I'll be discussing affairs with the Vacuan representatives over there for the moment. (Hurries away)

Winter: Still shipping trash, Glyn?

Glynda: I don't know. Do you still have garbage taste?

Jacques: Ah, so you're the famous Jaune Arc?

Jaune: O-Or infamous? (Chuckles)

Jacques: Oh, come now, I'm certain the rumors aren't true in the slightest.

Jaune: Rumors?

Jacques: Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jacques Schnee of the Schnee Dust Company. This is my wife, Willow, and our son, Whitely.

Willow: (Half-lidded) Good evening.

Whitely: Greetings, Mr. Arc.

Jacques: I see you have already met my daughter, Weiss.

Jaune: Yes, sir, and she is quite lovely.

Jacques: Lovely enough for marriage?

Weiss: Father!

Jaune: M-Marriage?!

Jacques: I joke, I joke! After all, this is a ball, is it not?

Jaune: Er, yeah, I guess it is.

Jacques: And if Weiss is of no interest to you, there is always Winter, who is...

Glynda: (Growling) IronQrow is the ultimate ship, and I will die on this hill.

Winter: (Snarling) Then perish under the banner of IronPin, you cow.

Jacques: ...around here somewhere.

Jaune: I'll be honest, I'm a little nervous about marriage, sir. My last one didn't end so well.

Jacques: Ah, a shame. I suppose you could always settle for the bachelor life. There are times when I wish for it myself.

Willow: All you need to do is ask, dear.

Jacques: Again, I joke! There's no ill will here, is there?

Jaune: Well, not here, no, but somewhere out there, I'm sure.

Jacques: Oh, anything come to mind?

Jaune: Well, there's the Grimm.

Jacques: And the White Fang, obviously.

Jaune: Well, I don't know about that, sir.

Jacques: Oh? Don't tell me you sympathize with those terrorists.

Jaune: Well, not all of them are terrorists. If I remember from my class right, the White Fang were peaceful protesters at first, and something pushed them to violence. Maybe even someone.

Jacques: Oh? Are you suggesting we sympathize with these murderers and thieves?

Jaune: Well, not with them, but definitely the ones boycotting dust until labor conditions improve and the peaceful protesters calling for equal treatment.

Jacques: If they wish to freeze in the cold than pay a small fee for fire dust, then I say we leave them to their ignorance! After all, as a Huntsman-in-training, you understand the importance of using Dust.

Jaune: I don't use Dust.

Jacques: Excuse me?

Jaune: I don't use dust. I use a sword and shield. I never could understand all the hubbub about Dust. Mom used a wood-burning stove, and we used the ashes around the house.

Jacques: Yours is certainly... a unique case, but I digress. Back to the other matter, these... individuals protesting are asking for the impossible.

Jaune: Well, we have a saying back home; "For evil to win, The good must stop doing." It's only impossible, sir, if you let it be impossible. I know all too well how easy it is to give up, but some things are worth fighting for.

Weiss: Uh, Jaune?

Jacques: I... see. And what of the terrorists? Surely you don't condone their methods of pillaging dust shipments to hinder my company?

Jaune: I don't agree with it, but look at the results, sir. Until a few years ago, I never heard of the White Fang. Only thing I knew about were bandits, and I thought they were the worst. At least the White Fang are fighting for a good cause, granted, not in the best way.

Jacques: (Red in the face) "Good cause-?" Do you hear yourself? My company suffers from their actions, not the other way around! I'm the victim here!

Jaune: (Looks around) I don't see any Faunus councilmembers or diplomats at this private event. Only staff members, and I'll bet they're struggling to make ends meet. They're probably better people, too.

Jacques: (Struggling to form words)

Jaune: Enjoy your evening, sirs. Madam. We're done here. (Turns to walk away)

Jacques: (Grabs Jaune's sleeve, Growls) How dare you! You listen to me; I am Jacques Schnee, head of the Schnee Dust Company!

Jaune: (Tugs his sleeve away, Straightens himself) And like my great-great-grandpa Arc told Zakeriah Schnee, (Prods Jacque's chest) I! Don't! Care!

Jacques: You would compare me to that traitor who sacrificed his own countrymen to save one man?

Jaune: You're right. After all, (Turns away) you're not even half the man Zakeriah Schnee was. (Leaves)

Whitely: (Whispering) Incredible... He tricked father into making a fool of himself, in front of everyone!

Weiss: (Whispering) Of course. After all, Arc was a champion of Ansel pit fighting not only for his strength, but his cunning. (Speaking) I must be going. Good night, father, mother, Whitely. (Walks away)

Weiss: (Scroll buzzes) Excuse me. (Answers) Hello?

Yang: 'Sup, Weissy? I heard you guys are having fun.

Weiss: How did you hear about it?

Yang: Jaune's friend sent us a video of it. Apparently, he's getting a lot of buzz from everywhere.

Blake: Including the White Fang.

Weiss: Will that be a problem?

Blake: It's difficult to say. The things he was saying were very telling about his childhood around Faunus, or lack thereof. It would make sense for him to sympathize with a group treated like slaves, even if he only just heard about them.

Weiss: Just another Arc thing, huh?

Ruby: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Weiss: I... I didn't say anything.

Yang: Oh, she and Nora are laughing at Professor Ozpin's livestream of the event. Specifically, the cat fight.

Weiss: What catfight?

Winter: (Holding Glynda by her hair) Say it! Say Jaune Arc needs a strong woman as his queen, and I'll let go!

Glynda: (Holding Winter by her hair) Never! Say Jaune Arc needs a caring woman as his guide, and I'll let go!

Ironwood: Ladies, please, control yourselves! Oz, will you stop recording and help me?!

Jaune: Ah, the breeze feels so nice out here. (Tapped on the shoulder) Huh? Oh, there you are, Mint!

#rwby #jaune arc #neo politan #neopolitan #weiss schnee #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au #winter schnee #glynda goodwitch #professor ozpin #headmaster ozpin #ozpin #james ironwood #jacques schnee #willow schnee #whitely schnee #whitley schnee

[vizowrites]

That’s One Hell of a Resume

{Set during the Harvest Moon Festival competitions}

~*~

To  Blitzø’s great surprise, the Harvest Moon Festival was actually turning out to not be a fuck fest invite after all.

He honestly hadn’t been sure when the games initially kicked off.  The horde of imps that had come to compete for the title of “the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath” had a proclivity for violence that could easily--and not inaccurately--be described as a passion.  Then of course there was Stolas, watching him thirstily from atop his fancy seat underneath his fancy tent, cooing and cheering out “Blitzyyyyy!!'' at every opportunity he got to speak.  Yet the honored owl prince somehow still managed to keep his pants on throughout each and every event--and even more impressively managed to keep his degrading sweet talk void of any sexual obscenities.  He hadn’t even been able to manage that much on a day trip to a theme park with his daughter.  Yet somehow...this wasn’t even the best part of the festival to  Blitzø.  It was up there to be sure, but it wasn’t the toppiest top.  The “dom of the disco”**, if you will.  

No, the BEST part of the festival--and the thing that kept the imp grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire competition--was that this honkytonk battle royale was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity to show off and be recognized for just how much of a boss-ass bitch Blitz actually was: 2nd to absolutely fucking none.

Well...maybe with ONE slight exception.

“I gotta say, you just keep on impressin’ me every chance you get,” that one slight exception said with a smirk, the tip of his tail flicking forward into a small curl.  “No wonder your killin’ biz is so successful.  You do every kill single-handed there, Boss Man?” The two were standing off on the sidelines together during one of the many interims inbetween contests, where the first round winners had already secured their victories and now were stuck watching the remaining shitty losers battle it out to find out which of them would end up being the absolute shittiest loser.  It was taking a stupidly long-ass time, a hell of a lot longer than  Blitzø would’ve normally had the patience for, but with his present company leaning up against the bleacher stands like that.....there were definitely worse ways he could be spending his down time right now.

“Nah,” he answered with a small flick of his wrist, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of where he’d last seen Moxxie getting his ass kicked and Millie sitting in the stands watching it happen.  “I know he’s not doing a great job of showing it right now--” he said just as Moxxie got elbow dropped by a shark “--but Moxxie’s not completely useless.  He did get me shot on a job once while he was in the middle of being a little bitch, but as soon as he finally found his balls again, he got things back under control pretty fast.  And Millie’s just a straight up badass.  If her parents had allowed her to play in the games, you’d have gotten your ass handed to you three rounds ago.”

“That so?” Striker’s lips drew back into a slight smirk, just enough for the light to catch on the very tip of his fanged gold tooth.  “Because I seem to remember a certain someone else bein’ the one to get themselves all roped up in a hogtie about three rounds ago.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds like complete bullshit.”

“That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ myself to be honest after that first relay run--” Those snake-like eyes raked in every inch of Blitz’s annoyed face, feeling the corners of his own pleasantly sting as his grin spread even wider. “Right up ‘til I saw some o’that nice red color risin’ up in their face--”

“IT’S HOT--THERE ARE FUCKING VOLCANOES NEARBY OKAY!!” Blitz realized, very quickly, just how loud and defensive those words sounded, but he also realized just as quickly that there wasn’t anything he could do to take them back now.  Instead, he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, pretended that there wasn’t some of ‘that nice red color’ in his face now, and said in what he thought was a much more nonchalant voice, “Anyway, I’m starving, and since these last few dipshits are taking forever to get their asses kicked, I’m gonna go find something deep-fried to shove down my throat.  Catch you at the awards ceremony or whatever the fuck they do around here to finish themselves off.”

The I.M.P. Head made it a grand total of two steps before the unmistakable crunch of boots sounded behind him, followed by a faint scoff of a laugh and the distinct rattling of a tail as Striker joined him at his side.  

“There’s a whole row of food stands back there behind the stage,” he said with a nod, meeting  Blitzø’s stride and starting to veer them off in that direction.  “And now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ a bite.  Besides--I feel like I might owe you one for bringin’ up such a tender subject.”

The unrepentant but non-malicious smirk he sent Blitz’s way wasn’t at all softened by the wink that accompanied it, but it somehow brought a slight smile to the smaller imp’s lips all the same.

“You got fucking lucky and that was it,” Blitz insisted with a sharp flick of his tail, not having the faintest fucking clue why he was smiling about this in the first place but subconscioiusly hoping that swatting at Striker would be distracting enough that the taller imp wouldn’t notice.  “And besides, I could’ve gotten out of it if I had really wanted to.”

“Oh, so you wanted to be all tied up like that?”  The grin that spread across Striker’s face was even wider than the first, his razor sharp teeth now on full display. “Well now, if that’s what you were wantin’ you could’ve just asked.  I’d’ve been happy to oblige right from the start.” 

“Ha! Like I’d ever make it that easy for you,”  Blitzø retorted with a challenging grin, his eyes dancing with a truly impish gleam of delight as he and Striker rounded the stage together, his earlier thoughts of the food shacks that waited beyond almost entirely forgotten as they were overtaken by memories of their constant back-and-forth scuffle throughout the festival. “You beating me fair and square is one thing--even though you still totally just got really fucking lucky and also it definitely never even happened in the first place.  But if you were actually going to beat me...you better believe it’s not gonna happen without a fight.  I don’t just bow out like some sloppy bitch who can’t figure out where they put their car keys and has to take the walk of shame back to their shitty apartment at 4 in the morning.  If you wanna come out on top over me, you better fucking work for it.”  

The black tip of his pointed tail flicked up to poke Striker once in the center of his chest, punctuating the word ‘work’ perfectly. 

Striker’s tail, on the other hand, began to rattle.

“Yeah?” he said, his earlier easy tone starting to become weighted with something softer, but deeper.  Neither he nor  Blitzø made any indication that they were aware that he was guiding them both right on past the front of the stand that they had originally been headed toward, and instead had them disappearing into the shadows behind it. “You’re okay with not coming out on top so long as whoever does earns their place there?”

“I mean...”  Blitzø trailed off a bit as he casually leaned up against the back of the stand, folding his arms over his chest as he eyed Striker with that lingering gleam in his own gaze. “You have been able to keep up with me in all the other games...so I guess it might be possible for you to get the upper hand on me for at least one of them.”  

“Just me?”  The rattling sound intensified. 

“Well there sure as fuck wasn’t anyone else who was able to keep up,”  Blitzø rolled his eyes in annoyed exasperation at just how much everyone else truly sucked in comparison to the two of them, before he slowly looked back up at Striker--and realized that the snake-like imp was suddenly a lot closer than he’d been before.  Much closer.  

“...Striker?”

“Yeah, Blitz?”

“Please tell me we’re not actually talking about the fucking games anymore.”

A short, soft laugh was the initial answer, followed by that still rattling tail coiling around Blitz’s slender waist as Striker propped himself up on one arm against the structure behind them, his hand splayed just to the side of the crimson imp’s right cheek.  

“I haven’t been talkin’ about the games since you got me with your tail, Darlin’,” he whispered, his hooded eyes narrowing to glowing slits of pale gold as he leaned in almost close enough to touch.  “But I don’t know if there ain’t somethin’ to be said about that “fuckin’” part yet...”

Blitz’s words came back to him then, ringing in his head as clear as when he first said them: 

“...Well if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite...”

“.....You gonna work for it, Cowboy?” 

“Yessir, Boss Man.” 

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“So...lemme get this straight--”  Blitzø finally shifted his weight, easing it off of Striker and rolling to rest his back on whatever podunk concession stand they’d spent the last ten minutes fucking up against.  “--You tie me for first place in the games, you ride around on the most majestic fucking horse I’ve ever seen, you take down a hell hog with a single stab while completely and mercilessly humiliating one of my employees in front of his in-laws at the same fucking time, and you called me “Sir” when we first met?  AND you’re a great fuck??”

The quirked eyebrow and smug gold-toothed grin he got in reply said more than words ever could, especially when accompanied by the satisfied rattling of that long, spiked tail.

“That’s one hell of a resume you’ve got there.”  Blitzø didn’t even realize his own face had split into a grin until he saw it reflected in Striker’s eyes, hypnotized by the sheer reckless abandon he felt ignited between them.  “Want to join I.M.P.?”  

Striker couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat from where Blitz’s tail had nearly knocked it off, his unwavering gaze sparking into an infernal glow.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone a warm rumble of amusement meeting temptation.  “You and I head on back to the stage, revel in our well-deserved glory, and--once we’re satisfied it’s been rubbed into the faces of those sorry ass losers enough--I’ll head on back up to the farm and have a little talk with Miss Mildred’s folks about finishin’ things up around here for the season.  Maybe see if they can find another set of hands to join ‘em for the next one if mine are gonna be occupied with--” His hand found its way down to Blito’s face, the sharp claw-like nail of his thumb pressing under the shorter imp’s chin to tilt it up towards his own. “--other things.”

“Believe me, Cowboy,”  Blitzø’s eyes were burning, twin embers of eagerness that ran so deep he could feel the heat of it vibrating through to his very core--and his vocal chords.  “You’re not going to find a more hands-on job than the one you’re gonna get if you come and work for me.  ESPECIALLY in that order.” 

Striker’s tail snaked its way up and along past Blitz’s hip, the pointed tip flicking over his chest as it’s rattle joined in the chorus of that deep, heated purring.  

“Don’t mind if I hold you to that, Sir.”

“Oh fuck me--”

And Striker did. Again.

~*~

Random Notes: 

**My counterpart to the phrase “the belle of the ball”--”the dom of the disco”.  I think I’m way funnier than I actually am. :D

ANYWAY tho I really hope y’all like it!!  This is the first fanfic I’ve posted anywhere publicly in a hot minute so I hope it’s not a bad kickoff to something I’m hoping to really get back into!!  I have plans to post the full fic of this--with the non-censored sex scene to my AO3 oohlala--so if that’s something you’d like to see, feel free to lemme know here and I can get right on that!!  Otherwise have a great day, thanks for reading, and if anyone wants to hit me up for some lovely BlitzStrike talks, I’m always open to messages!!

Thanks again Lovelies!! <3

#BlitzStrike #Striker x Blitzo #Blitzo x Striker #Helluva Boss fanfiction #Helluva Boss #vizowrites

[myherofanfictionacademy]

Problem

A/N: This is the last story I'm going to be posting from my older stories. I think I might add onto this one in the future though...

Female Detective Reader

Their Pov.:

"Hey Aizawa fancy seeing you here." Hawks said as he spotted Aizawa in front of the agency building. "I just have some business to do here." Aizawa responded. "By hiding in those bushes? Are you spying on someone by any chance?" "Just drop it." "Always with a cold attitude."

Once Aizawa had started to help Dabi, it didn't take long for Hawks to start appearing around him often. He was a double agent, but besides that he had some history with Dabi. Aizawa didn't really get along with Hawks because of how flamboyant his personality was, so he could only tolerate him for so long.

"So how long are you just going to watch me for?" Aizawa asked Hawks, who had not moved away from him in over ten minutes. "Until you tell me what you're up to." Hawks responded. "I'm just looking out for someone. They helped me so I'm just trying to repay the favor." "Whose the person? Oh... Don't tell me it's a girl?" Hawks started to tease Aizawa, but he had already shut him out.

"Did I miss the memo for a meeting or something?" Dabi asked as he approached the two. "Oh hey Dabi." Hawks greeted. "Aizawa here finally got a girlfriend." "Just shut it you." Aizawa glared at him. Hawks had other plans and just continued to poke fun at him. "Come on, just point her out and I'll leave you alone."

The doors to the agency opened up as a few members of the agency headed out for lunch. After a few minutes the three watched as y/n walked out of the building. "Her." Aizawa said. "Are you satisfied now?" "No way!" both Hawks and Dabi exclaimed. "Wait you too?!" Hawks directed towards Dabi. "Looks like we have a problem. And there's no way you two are gonna steal her away from me." Dabi said.

"I Don't Think So." Hawks took off in the direction that y/n had gone. He didn't get very far as he found himself wrapped up in Aizawa's scarf. "Not before me you don't" Dabi and Aizawa began to race each other, with Hawks catching up a little bit later after freeing himself from the scarf. "No way am I going to lose to you two." This was going to end in the most heated competition, and with three passionate men after the heart of y/n, it was going to get very heated.

1st-Person Pov.:

The time was 12:15pm, and I was headed to my favorite café for lunch. "One cup of coffee and a bagel." I ordered. The day had been going great so far, and to top it off my boss gave me the rest of the day off, since I've been working overtime this past week. I also got the weekend off so I needed to find something to do.

"Hey there Kid." Hawks said as he sat down beside me. "How are you doing today." "I'm good." I responded. "Good to see you’re looking better." "Yeah, well.....would you believe me if I told you that I got a visit from a beautiful angel?" I became startled for a second. "You died?!"

Hawks burst out into a fit of laughter. "Actually I was talking about you." I felt my cheeks heat up a little. I wasn't used to receiving comments like this, so I lost my voice. Fortunately I didn't need to worry about replying.

"Hey Little Mouse." Dabi said as he took a seat across from us, Aizawa soon following. "I don't think I've ever seen you three in the same place at once." I commented. "It's not the first time." Aizawa told me. "We actually worked together, that's why I'm in a predicament right now." "Oh. I didn't know that Hawks was there though."

Hawks looked over at me. "I have some history with Dabi from years ago, which is why I became a double agent in the first place." I nodded my head as I followed along with what they were telling me. Hawks and Dabi's pasts connected when they were younger where they were put into a "program" to become "better".

"You seem to be getting along pretty well which is surprising." I told them. "We didn't get along very well before, but now we have a common denominator in our equation." Aizawa told me. "Anyways, the time has really flown by. Don't you need to get back to the agency?" "Nope. I'm off 'til Monday."

"Then how about we do something?" Hawks suggested. "Like what?" I asked. "We could go to the spring festival." Dabi said. We all agreed on it and that we would head there tomorrow morning, then went our separate ways. I was glad to see that the three of them were doing so much better.

I didn't bother packing that night and instead did it in the morning. We would be spending the weekend somewhere on the beach, but Aizawa, Dabi, and Hawks wouldn't tell me much. It was around 10am. when I received a text from Hawks:

Hawks: Good morning Songbird. Send me your address so we can pick you up.

I sent him my address and in no time at all, the three of them were knocking on my apartment door. "Looking good kid." Hawks complimented me. I gave him a quiet thanks then we headed off to the train station. It was only an hour train ride to get to the beach.

"Wow this place is packed." I thought as we waited for the train to arrive. "I'm guessing that it's going to be pretty busy at the beach as well." "Is something wrong little mouse?" Dabi asked me. "Just thinking about how many people are traveling." I responded. "It is spring break, but besides that it makes it easier on me because no one will pay attention to who I am."

The train was a little delayed due to some maintenance issues, but it was nothing major. The seats we were taken to were in business class so they were really nice. It wasn't as cramped as I thought it would be. I even got to sit next to the window with Aizawa next to me, and Hawks and Dabi in front of us.

The train ride was pretty calm, until Hawks pulled out a card game for us to play. He did step away with the other two for a couple minutes before the game started. I assumed that they made some sort of a bet because of how competitive they got over the simple card game. At the end of it, Aizawa won the first round and Dabi won the second one.

"Wow there really are a lot of people here." I said as we exited the train station. The beach was right in front of us. The crystal clear water sparkled under the light from the sun. The waves weren't very high, and all along the beach there were a ton of people.

"It might be hard to find a spot to relax on the beach." I sighed. "Don't worry Kitty." Aizawa said. "We already came up with a solution for that." "Don't tell her too much." Hawks said appearing behind me. "It will ruin the surprise. Now let's get a move on it." Hawks immediately picked me up and flew into the sky.

Aizawa and Dabi shouted as they ran after us. "Hawks....we should go back for them." I said after I could no longer see Dabi or Aizawa. "Come on Kid. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you." Hawks said. "Besides I was the one who put in the most work for planning this special trip. I'm also the one with the key." "Fine...But we have to stop and pick something up to surprise them."

Hawks landed near a café that was selling cakes. "This should work." He said. I looked at all the cakes before deciding on one that had chocolate and (insert your favorite flavor) pocky sticks. "How about this one?" I asked Hawks. "Looks good. Now hurry up before the other two beat us to our destination."

In just a few minutes we had arrived in front of a pretty big house that was right on the beach. "Wow, it's so beautiful." I told Hawks. "Did you rent this?" "Actually, it's a place that I own." He responded. "I have a few places for when I travel for work." He unlocked the door and gestured for me to enter ahead of him.

The place had a very cozy setup. I wanted to look around a bit, but I wanted to set the cake out in the kitchen first. I put out some cups by the cake and Hawks got out some drinks.

"What do you think your doing leaving us behind like that?" Dabi said as he and Aizawa entered the kitchen. They both had a dark aura around them, so I came up with something to save Hawks from becoming fried chicken. "Sorry, but I asked him to because I wanted to surprise you both." I said.

Fortunately, the mood seemed to have calmed down after that. "Don't forget that I won earlier." I overheard Aizawa say in the kitchen as I sat in the living room. "Yeah...yeah. Just stop rubbing it in." Hawks responded. "Still, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back soon." "Me too. We should just all come out and tell y/n." Dabi said.

Their vagueness of things was really starting to get on my nerves. I decided to just go ahead and confront them. "What's up with you three?" I started. " You keep being so vague. You keep calling me by these pet names. You keep being so competitive w....."

"Okay I'm going to stop you right there before you run out of breath songbird." Hawks said. "It's not something that's easy to tell you." "You see Little Mouse, You have gained all of our attention." Dabi continued. "You've caused quite the problem between the four of us." Aizawa added. "Songbird...." "Little Mouse...." "Kitty...." "We adore you."

I was frozen for a few seconds because I could not believe that the three men in front of me just declared their fondness towards me. "But I..." I started. "Why?" "Why not?" Aizawa asked in return. "You're beautiful, kind, independent, and strong." "What kind of a man wouldn't be attracted to that kind of a woman." Hawks said.

My face was bright red, and I felt like hiding myself away from them in embarrassment. "All three of you though?" I asked. "Yep." Dabi said. "If you tried to get rid of even one of us, we might have to just tie you up." In my head I was completely freaking out, but I tried to remain calm on the outside, although I'm sure that it didn't work because of how the three looked at me.

#aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha x female reader

[47-reasons-to-thirst]

Belle of the Christmas Ball - 47 x Fem!Reader

"Are you not joining the festivities, my lady?" The help asked slowly, pouring a dark red wine into your freshly empty glass. You sat defiant, staring at the rim of the glass and fiddling with the tie to your robe. The butler sighed, the older man putting down the bottle and sitting on the chair just across from you. "It's Christmas."

"It’s an opportunity for my father to show off his fancy toys.” You breathed, taking the glass with a sigh, “He and his little playmates can enjoy their little tech show downstairs. The guests can enjoy the ball. I will enjoy this wine in the meantime.”

“Of course, My lady.” He stands, taking the bottle and heading to the gilded double doors. “I’d hate to say such a thing but I doubt the master would notice your lack of attendance.”

“Naturally,” You said poshly, raising your glass as he saw himself out. The man snickered, “Thank you, Edgar. Don’t worry, I’ll make an appearance later in the night.”

“Don’t drink the entire time. Have a pleasant evening, my lady.”

“Doctor Emery Worth.” She introduced her honied voice directly in the ear of her compatriot. He adjusted his earpiece, weaving through the guests and glamour without batting an eye. “A former intelligence agent, he spends most of his free time creating new gadgets to aid in data collection. He used to sell these inventions to the government, however, he hasn’t done that in quite a few years. Interestingly enough, known terrorist organizations have been seen using some rather high-tech gadgets lately. We are tasked with retrieving the notes and blueprints of his latest work and promptly disposing of him.”

The agent didn’t say anything, continuing to survey the area and form his plan. Words didn’t need to be exchanged. She knew he was listening.

“The manor is filled with the rich and powerful for his Christmas party, the perfect time to slip in unnoticed. Good luck, 47.” He continued to cut through the party, confident in the manor’s layout now. He made his way outside, the crowd much less dense under the stars. Staff was more present outside, handing out horderves and drinks to socialites.

“I haven’t seen her once.” 47 heard. He gestured to a server, blending in as he listened to the young women leaning on the ballroom windows. “She’s not coming to her own party, is she?”

“Does it matter? Can’t you just have a good time?”

“You don’t look at the big picture. She’s the future boss of our fathers. Her old man won’t be around forever. Don’t you want to meet her?”

“She’s probably god awful like her dad. Who cares? Can't we just enjoy the night?”

“Very interesting.” 47 mused, rolling a wine glass in his hand, taking in the aroma of the drink. He looked up the side of the manor, wondering which room he should make his way to.

With a cute spin, you flared out your dress. The puffy bottom made you feel like a princess. The gown was costly. It was a shame to never wear it. The red dress was off the shoulder, allowing you to wear a choker without the look crashing into itself. It was a bold color. You liked it, smiling at your look. A knock at the door: you heard it but it didn’t stop you from admiring yourself.

“Come in.”

“Good evening, my lady.”

“Edgar!” You cheered, spinning to greet him with a smile. He chuckled, his hands empty. “...You couldn’t at least bring the wine bottle back up?”

“I see you love your dress. I knew that would be a lovely color for you.”

“I love it. It makes me feel pretty.” You boasted, the silliness of it all making you bubbly. “What can I do for you?”

“I came to ask one last time that you attend your party,” He pleaded, closing the door behind him. “I know this isn’t your ideal way to spend the evening… but people are talking. Your father may not take note of your absence but I fear his temper if he hears about it.”

“That makes two of us.” You shuddered, lifting the dress as you walked, “I’ll… drop in. I’m only doing it because I like the dress and I’ve just now learned you picked it out.” You huffed, avoiding the butler’s gaze. It brought the old man warmth. “...Great, I don’t know how to dance. What am I going to do down there?”

“The same thing you’re doing up here.”

“Drinking?”

“No- Well, yes, a little… but I meant just enjoying yourself.” He assured, taking your arm as he led you away. “There’s magic and excitement in the air. Go! Enjoy yourself!”

The talking in the ballroom never ceased but there were faint whispers as you entered the room. Of course, you heard them. You held your own hand as you walked, security heavy on the exits and corners of the room. Edgar remained at your side, his calming presence making this feel like less of a mistake.

“How many people are here?” You complained, under your breath,. “Who did he even invite?”

“A mix of high leveled employees, their families, celebrities and who knows who else.” He walked slightly ahead, holding the door open for you as you made your way outside. The noise of the ballroom was mostly muffled as the door closed, leaving you with the faint sounds of crickets and the calm night sky. There were still too many people out here for your liking.

“This is a more manageable crowd.” You nodded to yourself, walking down the length of the patio. You glanced back to the dark garden, not a single light on to illuminate the yard. Just as well. You don’t really want drunks trampling your lilies. You tapped your finger on the railing, looking around. Edgar followed, smiling warmly. “I don’t think I can even make it back to my room.”

“I should have warned you of the amount of people here. I’m terribly sorry, my lady-”

“Oh, Edgar, It’s fine. You would have given me a number, I would have said ‘oh that doesn’t sound like so many’ and then came down anyway. This was inevitable.” You surveyed the patio crowd one more time. You didn’t recognize anyone… but that didn’t say much. You never knew anyone at these things. “ I think one dance should cement that I was present at this thing… It can’t be someone I know, then I’ll be accused of being antisocial.”

“You are.”

“I don’t believe I asked,” You put a hand to your chest, your feigned disappointment making the old man laugh. “I’ll find someone and then head out there.”

“Of course, Miss.” He scanned the patio, then headed off inside. You stayed in place. You had more control in this area. It was smaller. There were less people. You meandered through the patio, noticing a handsome stranger, well dressed and tall. You met his eye completely by accident and… that’s a good enough excuse.

“Hello… Would you like to dance with me?”

“This could be a good opportunity 47,” He heard in his ear. “That is Dr. Worth’s estranged daughter. She may know something important about her father’s whereabouts during the party.”

“I’d love to, Ms…?”

“You can call me Y/n.” You shrugged. You reached for his hand, surprised that he took your first, already leading you back inside. HIs commanding and take charge aura shattered your expectations. You were speechless. He cut through the crowd in a way that made people get out of his way, while remaining respectful. You made it to the dancefloor with your mouth agape, a hand on your waist and another leading the way.

He twirled you around the dancefloor, in his mind already thinking about what to ask you. Then something happened. He lost his train of thought. HE lost his train of thought. He was curious about the state of awe you were in.

“...Ms. Y/n?”

“H-Huh?” You were torn between admiring the ballrooms' spinning architecture and the handsome stranger you chose to dance with. “...Y-Yes?”

“You don’t dance often, do you?”

“Not… really. I’ve lived here most of my life and I don’t think I’ve ever seen the ballroom like this… from these angles.”

“You have this… look on your face.”

“I guess I’m a little distracted,” A little giggle. It was cute. “So… Are you enjoying the party?”

“Your estate is gorgeous.”

“My fathers estate.” You scoffed, “I just… loiter around.” The slow music picked up a little and so did your dance. His eyes were so strong and focused. “Its…nice.”

“I haven’t seen your father since I arrived.”

“He doesn’t attend these things. He’s in his little lab under the house.” You didn’t care in the slightest about calling him out. 47 remained impassive. “I’ve never been in there but I know it exists. Probably in his office somewhere.”

“Awfully candid, Ms. Y/n.”

“I’ve been telling people for years he’s awful. Most people just ignore me.”

“Believe me, I have a great interest in everything you’re saying.” He spun you around once more, forcing a laugh out of you. He had the information he needed…but… “After this dance, I heard that you would be retiring to your room. Not interested in the party.”

“I’m more of a party of one.”

“A Loner.”

“I prefer my privacy.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“What about you? Do you prefer crowds or just to be left alone?”

“I believe you need a balance of both.”

“Right,” You nodded, being guided off the floor with a flourish. “You’re great. Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Of course, Ms. Yn… I should be on my way… but I have a feeling we’ll meet again.”

Upon returning to your room, there was a bottle of wine and a rose waiting for you. Maybe the butterflies in your stomach and the quick beating of your heart will soften the news of your father's demise.

#Agent 47 #Hitman #Reader

[coeurdastronaute]

Essays in Existentialism: Christmas Day 34

previously on Christmas

Polo Xmas prompt: Lexa gets auctioned off as a date for charity to support a good cause. Clarke gets jealous and tries to bid on her but loses. Thanks!

“You’re late!” 

“Not that late,” Clarke furrowed as she adjusted her dress slightly. 

“Fashionably late,” Lexa offered after checking her watch. “Hardly noticeable.” 

The annual Christmas Charity Gala illuminated the museum. The carpet was hidden beneath the white tents, protecting the visitors from the dazzling flurry of perfectly timed snow. Lights hung from every available eave, while brilliant Christmas trees glowed throughout the exhibits. The main hall was a sea of black ties and festive gowns, of fancy hair and cologne, of happy couples and wishes of merriment. 

Immediately set upon by Raven as they walked past the cameras and coat check, there hadn’t been even a second to really take in the winter magic that existed for the benefit Marcus began with Abby’s help. It was the social event of the season, and Lexa considered her boss to have outdone himself more so than ever before, and she’d been to quite a few Kane parties in her time with him. Tables here were going for no less than $50,000. He was ready to set records, even in philanthropy. 

As Clarke finished fidgeting, she met her friend’s eye. Lexa’s hand remained on her back and she felt the flush of the warmth of the building finally hit her cheeks. Nothing was noticeably out of place. She was reasonably put together. 

“Seriously?” Raven groaned, shaking her head at the couple. “The limo?” 

“What? No… what do you mean?” 

Stoic and unbothered, Lexa squeezed Clarke’s arm subtly, tucking her other hand into her pocket. Raven was completely right, and she was almost slightly proud of the fact that it was almost apparent on her girlfriend’s face as to why they were late. She got a smug grin and surveyed the rest of the party. 

“I’ll let Marcus know you’re here,” Raven rolled her eyes as she turned to walk away, only to pause and give them another look before departing. 

For a moment, Clarke stood there and looked over her dress before looking over her girlfriend’s completely unrumpled tux and tie and hair. 

“How did she know?” 

“You tend to have a glow about you.” 

“I do not,”Clarke disagreed. She found a reflective surface and checked her make up while Lexa found them glasses of champagne, snagged from a quickly moving waiter’s tray. “If anyone should have a glow it’s you,” she accused. “I’m damn good in a limo and you’re lucky to have me.” 

“Oh, I know, princesa.” 

“There’s no way she could know though. Not for certain.” 

“She knows.” 

“Shut up.” 

With a calming gulp, Clarke held her glass and for the first time since arriving, surveyed the party as they walked through toward the main area in hopes of finding familiar faces. 

“You weren’t saying that twenty minutes ago,” Lexa reminded her. “I believe your exact words were something about my outfit.”

There was a blush near her collar bones at the recent memory, but Clarke didn’t break this time, instead taking another sip of her drink. 

“Do you like my dress?” 

Lexa looked it over again, for well about the hundredth time and remained completely in love with how her girlfriend looked in it. She nodded as she took a drink herself. 

“You know I think you look amazing in it.” 

“Good. Then forget what just happened in the limo.” 

“I could never.” 

“It’s the smugness. It’s unattractive.” 

“Is it though?” Lexa grinned. 

They stood close as they found their table, pausing before Lexa pulled out the chair to offer to her girlfriend. She kissed Clarke’s cheek before taking her own seat as well, happy to be near her, happy to be at an even like this for the first time ever in her life. There’d been many times she’d been on the arm of someone, but never had she been so happy to have Clarke on her’s. 

“You might want to hide that smugness, there, tiger,” Clarke offered, looking over her shoulder at the familiar form approaching. 

“I don’t know if it’s possible. You do remember what I did to you in the--”

“Dad! Hey!” 

Clarke rolled her eyes to see that the smugness didn’t leave Lexa, though she did stop talking, which was important. It was the season of giving, and Clarke was proud, too proud often, and she was not great at accepting, except with it came to Lexa. With Lexa, she took everything. 

Lexa stood as quickly as she sat, careful to button her coat before grabbing Clarke’s chair for her to hug her father. She did everything in her power to stop thinking about the limo. 

“Looks like this is the family table. Your mother was kind enough to put us all together after taking my very large check. How are you, Lexa?” 

“Doing well, sir. Nice to see you.” 

Gripping his hand, Lexa met his eyes and nodded. He smiled kindly, and he had Clarke’s eyes. It was disarming in a way. 

“You look great, honey,” he kissed his daughter’s cheek. Once more, Lexa pulled out the chair. 

“You clean up alright, too. Is Mom auctioning you, too?” 

“She is, and here I thought the divorce was enough to get rid of me.” 

Despite herself, Lexa smiled into her glass as the patriarch of one of the largest companies on the planet signaled for a drink as well. Clarke sighed audibly at her father’s jab. 

“Clarke’s annoyed that I was volunteered,” Lexa offered, earning a nudge from an elbow. 

“She never did share well,” he shrugged, chuckling at his daughter’s misfortune. 

“There’s only one limo I plan on going home in tonight,” the polo player promised. 

“Maybe you both will find true love tonight as you’re sold like slabs of meat on the auction block. I don’t understand why they can’t just do a silent auction.” 

“Oh, she is a bit jealous, isn’t she?” Jake observed. 

“I was just hoping to get her to take me to lunch more.” 

“Are you going to bid on your girlfriend?” 

“No. I get her for free. I’m not going to spend your money.” 

“You can bid on your old man, if you want,” Jake explained. “I’d hate to get stuck at some lunch with some mad woman or man, plus it’d be nice to catch up.” 

“You’re really not going to bid on me?” Lexa furrowed.

“You signed up to go on a date with a stranger, and so I’m going to oblige.” 

“That’s not what I--”

“Okay, you two, let’s go,” Raven appeared, slightly out of breath. “Abby is running me ragged looking for the talent.” 

“Now you’re making me sound like a pornstar.” 

“If you go for a high enough price, who knows,” she retorted. “Come on.” 

“Good luck,” Clarke offered as Lexa leaned down for a kiss. “I hope you go for higher than my dad. That’d be embarrassing.” 

“Remember when I said you were beautiful in that dress?”

“Mhm.” 

“I love you.” 

“I know,” Clarke smiled. “I’ll see you after.” 

XXXXXXXXXXX

Left to her own devices, Clarke finally took stock of the past hour of her life and ventured a moment to think of the next one. There was something magical about Lexa showing up in the limo, dressed to the nines, her hair perfect and tamed, or at least as much as it could be. It lived forever in her mind, that image of a dashing girl, adjusting her watch at the foot of the stairs, the look she got when Clarke walked down the steps. 

She was smitten with the polo player. She was more smitten than she could ever remember being, and she didn’t want anyone else going to lunch with her girlfriend. 

Exchanging pleasantries with the rest of her table before her friend returned, Clarke did everything she could to put the events of the limo out of her mind. There was something about how sexy Lexa was, and how her hands were always everywhere, and her lips were always so warm. It was alarming to want someone so much. It was new for Clarke. 

Beneath the small tree in her apartment, there were little gifts, already wrapped and ready for Lexa. There were plans, already, for that morning. 

“There is going to be a feeding frenzy over your dad and girlfriend.” 

“How’s he doing backstage? He hates attention.” 

“I might bid on him myself, honestly.” 

“Did he say he’d bank roll you to get him out of it?” 

“Even if he did, I’d hold him to a date.”

“Ew on so many levels,” Clarke laughed. 

“Him and Lexa are actually gossiping about watches and junk. They’re kind of adorable together. You might have to bring her around more,” Raven explained as she grabbed another glass of champagne. 

“I don’t know if I’m more afraid of them getting along or not getting along.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

“Next up, we have perhaps the most eligible bachelor in all of New York City. You know him as the CEo of Griffin, and I know him as the father of my child, I give you, Jake Griffin.” 

Abby applauded as the CEO sheepishly made his way out onto the catwalk toward the stand. 

“Jake loves Italian food and Westerns. He’s run the NYC marathon five out of the last seven years and practices kickboxing with his daughter at least once a week. A proud alumni of Columbia, he’s become an affiliate professor teaching business classes part time at the community college.”

On the stage, Clarke’s father waved and put his other hand in his pocket. 

“Bidding will start at five thousand for a wonderful lunch date while you tour the city from the water on his private yacht.” 

“Five right here!” Raven yelled, lifting her paddle quickly. 

“Stop!” Clarke rolled her eyes. 

The bidding went higher and higher as Jake gave his daughter a confused glance. She just gave him a thumbs up and laughed at the entire thing. 

“Remember, ‘tis the season, everyone,” Abby added. “We have fifty-five going once, going twice, and sold!” 

Surprised as he was, Jake nodded and smiled toward the crowds. He offered a quick wave before retreating to the safety of the backstage. 

“Next up, we have someone who needs no introduction, though I am going to give her one anyway.” 

Unlike her predecessor, Lexa came out, prepared for the season, clad in a bright red Santa hat and sporting a very mischievous smile. 

“The championship polo player and current model for Patek Philippe, Calvin Kline, and Ralph Lauren is fluent in four languages and enjoys spending the day snuggled up with a good book, something she’s done a lot of with a Masters in Latin American Literature.” 

In a similar movement, Lexa waved toward the crowd and shoved a hand in her pocket, however she knew how to work a crowd and walk a runway, much to her girlfriend's faux chagrin. Lexa knew Clarke wasn’t one to get jealous, but she appreciated the display. She appreciated feeling wanted and protected, as if somehow the girl in the green and red gown would fight anyone who bid. 

“Lexa Woods is an accomplished athlete. She’s an Olympian for her native Argentina, enjoys a hearty red wine, and spending time with her ponies. We’ll start the bidding at ten thousand.” 

“Fifty thousand,” Clarke called out after a few people lifted their paddles. 

It grew a little quieter for a moment. 

“Sixty!” a voice rang out from another table, though Clarke couldn’t see where it was coming from exactly in the hubbub of the large hall. 

“Seventy,” another joined, the crowd getting into it. 

“Eighty!” Clarke interjected, earning a look from her mother. 

“Ninety.” 

“One hundred.”

Clarke lowered her paddle and rolled her eyes. 

All said and done, Lexa went for a record $183,000 and Clarke found herself somewhat proud of that number, just as Lexa looked floored by the final result before escaping backstage as well. But it was for charity, and Clarke was relieved to see that the winning bid was to an older woman. 

XXXXXXXXXX

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep bidding on you,” Clarke mumbled as she plopped down onto the bed in the hotel room. “I would have easily spent a million dollars on you.”

“That’s kind, but I’m glad you didn’t,” Lexa smiled to herself. 

Carefully, she folded her coat and laid it over the chair in the corner before she sat down and began removing her shoes. The light from the hallway streamed in, casting one long line across the livingroom and bedroom, but Clarke didn’t move at all, just spread her arms wide and stared at the ceiling, full of too much mirth and spirits. 

“Are you going to take that dress off for bed? It doesn’t look too comfortable to sleep in.” 

“Take it off for me.”

“Hopefully my lunch date will stay a little more sober than you.” 

“I doubt it. I know Mrs. Winston and she’s about as dry as a… as a wet mop.” 

Lexa shook her head and went about the task of undressing her girlfriend, grateful to have made use of their time together before the event. She knelt at the edge of the bed and began with the shoes, gingerly unstrapping them and slipping feet from them. 

“I would have bid on you more.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t have stopped if it were you.” 

“Afraid I’d run off with some hedge fund manager?” 

“Terribly afraid of that.” 

“Nah,” Clarke murmured, lulling her drunken head to the side slightly. “Not with how good you look in a tuxedo. Holy fuck.” 

“And I couldn’t care about a stupid lunch when you look like the most wonderful present waiting to be unwrapped,” Lexa promised. 

“I’m drunk but I think you should come up here and kiss me right now.” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” Leca shrugged before eagerly agreeing.

NEXT

[sunmoonkunoichi]

A character study on gojou satoru (aka the jujutsu kaisetsu tag is just full of people going horny wild for this dick and I need to correct it)

Names an ultra powerful technique “red”. Genius. Inspired. Not. No matter what fancy words you put in front of it you still culminate in fucking “akai” you dick

Forcibly makes a curse hold hands with him cause he’s a queer person beyond comprehension (the man wears sunglasses inside and sluttily stands in an oversized sweater that slides off his shoulders don’t tell me otherwise) and I respect him greatly for it. Literally lured the fucker in with a smile and “come touch hands with me nothing untoward will happen I swear xx”. King shit

Sets himself up as a teacher for the sole purpose of making a peaceful revolution happen so he doesn’t have to kill every elder and get blacklisted. It’s too much work otherwise. Not the whole murder spree thing. Just being chased down would be annoying

Brings his demon child to work day for “education” but really it’s to flex and get some more hero worship. Child endangerment is not a concept, even if that child is recently resurrected. He grew back some limbs and a heart he will be fine in the heart of a volcano

Most mentors in anime hold back until a vitally important battle of life and death but gojou just wants to show his kids how cool he is!!! Will fight a demon lord for funsies. Bring out his ultimate dimension warping shit to teach a bitch a lesson. His doesn’t give a fuck

Most also down play their power so as to be ‘cool’ but he really goes around saying he could punch out the biggest bad around and only get a little tired. I would want to suplex him for being such a brat but the fucker really is that powerful god fuxking damn it

Everyone goes horny when he’s unmasked but he really just becomes like any other twink white-haired character who has/can/will be traumatised. Past trauma when anime??? I hope it explains why this man is such a bitch and why I love it otherwise the trauma has lied within me all along clearly

Knock-off kakashi who comes late everywhere and replies “places 💕” when people ask where the fuck he’s been. Same vibe as me constantly coming late to class with iced coffee, showing that I knew I was late and still went and got an overpriced beverage rather than sprint to make it. #QueerThings

Really is a gen z bastard boy who picks fights with conservative old fucks by messing with his bosses schedule and showing up just to tell this other school’s principal that the new students (that he hasn’t really taught??? I think??? But u know he will take credit) are gonna kick his ass in another few years. Why are you making threats now?? Here? Those kids are so fuxking stupid they try and kill each other before their fucked up killer sports festival even starts. None of them are thinking about overthrowing the government because none of them are political aware at all. That space is full up with rage at their prejudiced families or idol love. Please don’t trust them with this itadori’s quest in life is to swallow fingers and die he can’t focus on much more

It’s not like I miss him whenever he’s not in an episode it’s more like I worry that he’s doing some batshit crazy thing that’s gonna come up later by getting a child in severe danger. He could also be getting souvenirs but that most likely would be occurring concurrently with a very important mission so is that any better

Is good friends with an ex-salaryman with funky little glasses and an 80s leopard print tie who would aid him in overthrowing the higher ups because he too is anti-authoritarian on top of being anti-capitalist, but he is simply too horny for rules to be properly recruited 

(but this man also happens to hold the unique trait in anime which is to believe that children should not be taking risks over adults which is something gojou has no comprehension of and never will so I will automatically respect the damn salary man over the most op fucker in this show)

Deliberately placed two boys who have made some kind of suicidal save-or-kill-each-other pact right next to each other in the dorm, despite there being plenty of other rooms, well aware they’ll either fuck the feelings out or commit double homicide before the years out. Anything for the teenage drama

Basically in 9 episodes I have learnt to both hate and adore the man in turn but unlike everyone else on this hellsite I would not even be paid to fuck him because he will turn up late for his own damn orgasm and spout some bullshit before trying to immediately leave to go commit more crimes against humanity. I fuxking hate to love him

#guess what i startttteeeddd #i love this anime and all its beautiful art #but fuck this guy in particular #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #sukuna #anime #textpost #sunnymoonrambles

[panda-noosh]

If you’re accepting requests could you do a Draco Malfoy x Reader fake dating AU?

this has to be the stupidest thing you have ever done.

and you've done a lot of stupid things, which is why you were most surprised when draco malfoy asked you to join him at his parents annual christmas dinner.

pretending to be his date.

you said yes purely out of shock, not even giving yourself time to think the decision over. yes, draco was attractive, and you had known him since first year, but never before had he even showed the tiniest sign of being interested in you romantically. if anything, he showed the complete opposite, sneering at you any chance he got, trying to upstage you in every class possible.

but you said yes, and now you're standing in the malfoy manor, and you aren't sure what to do with your hands.

it's such a stupid thing to be wry of when you're surrounded by dark wizards, all of whom have probably been linked to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but it's the one thought running through your mind. do fancy, posh, rich wizards let their hands dangle by their sides, or do they fold them in front of them? do you go in for a handshake, or perhaps two kisses to the cheek? do you even say hello, or just scowl at them like how they seem to scowl at everyone?

"what are you doing?"

draco's voice startles you. you'd nearly forgotten he was there, standing by your side.

"nothing," you reply. "why? do i look weird?"

"you're flapping your hands about like you're trying to get lift-off."

you blink, awkwardly dropping your hands to your sides. but now they just feel too heavy, like anchors weighing you down, so you bring them back up to your front, try folding your fingers together like people do when they have lots of money and no sense of humour-

draco groans and grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers with his before you can protest.

"just hold onto me," he hisses, before a bright, fake smile flashes across his face. through your daze, you follow his line of sight to see narcissa malfoy stalking across the grand room dressed in all black, her hair pulled into a high up-do that looks like it needed some kind of spell to stay in place.

"mother!" malfoy exclaims. "how are you?"

"very well, dear, very well," narcissa replies, and you nearly melt at the smoothness of her voice. after listening to malfoy begrudgingly snap your name for years now, you had come to believe all malfoy's could speak only in snappy tones.

"glad to hear it," draco says, before turning to you. "mother, this is y/n. my date - the one i was telling you about."

narcissa's dark eyes land on you, and then it begins. you have to start performing now, because he's just introduced you as his date, and you're here to be his date.

you pull your shoulders back, grin and say, "nice to meet you!"

draco squeezes your hand, probably telling you to lower the chirpiness level a little bit.

you cough awkwardly and try again. "nice to meet you, ma'am. mrs malfoy. a lovely son you've got here."

narcissa raises a brow. "indeed. and i assume you're a slytherin?"

"yes, of course." you glance at malfoy. "slytherin supremacy, am i right?"

the words are like acid on your tongue, considering you're a gryffindor.

narcissa smiles, all tight lips and raised eyebrows. "yes. it's good to see draco has a little bit of common sense when it comes to who he courts."

you have to bite back a laugh; courts?

"well, what can i say?" draco chimes in. "there was just something about y/n here that. . . won me over!"

you can't help yourself. "it's the fact i'm better at quidditch than he is."

draco's hand tightens once again. "actually, i think it was that day you got a U in your transfiguration exam and you started crying when professor mcgonagall tried fixing the beak you'd given yourself."

"oh, no, i don't think that was it."

narcissa throws her hands up. "okay! well, you can tell us all about how you two fell in love when dinner is being served; i have other guests to greet. draco, kindly take y/n to your room until dinner is ready. i'm sure they must be exhausted after the days festivities."

draco nods before taking your arm and leading you through the sea of dark wizards, none of whom stop to say hello. you're kind of thankful for that, considering you have nothing to say to any of them; all your life, you have been told to stay away from the very people you are walking amongst, and you start feeling a little woozy.

draco leads you up a grand staircase to his bedroom, which is a surprisingly cosy room, with a single bed and a beanbag in the corner, painted emerald green. multiple quidditch posters are hung upon the wall, as well as a framed photo of some old man with the last name malfoy who looks as if he would step on a puppy if he had the chance.

you let go of draco's arm and wade into his room, running your fingers along the posters. "i didn't think you were allowed free will."

"ha ha," draco deadpans, closing the door. as soon as it's closed, he tugs his tie off and throws it to the floor, groaning in relief. "christ, i hated that."

you turn. "i did a brilliant job, i think. she'll be expecting you to propose to me pronto."

"you really had to bring up quidditch?"

you shrug. "i feel like i deserved that after telling her i'm in slytherin. i'm gonna have to do some grovelling to mcgonagall when i get back for that one."

draco rolls his eyes before flopping back on his bed. the springs creak beneath him, his long legs dangling off the edge. you stand in the corner, watching him with your arms folded; he really does look stressed out, with his white hair wild and the top buttons of his crisp black shirt unbuttoned, revealing a collarbone that has no right to grab so much attention from you, but does anyway.

he places his ringed hands over his eyes and says, "i just really hope this works."

"why?"

he looks over. "what?"

you step forward, wrapping your fingers around the black metal bed frame. "why is it so important that your parents think you have a partner?"

draco's cheeks burn red, and you know you've hit a point in the conversation where he is going to nuzzle back into his hidey-hole. you never questioned him when he asked you to do this, too overcome with excitement and confusion to do anything besides agree. now, however, you're here, in his room, and he looks genuinely distressed at the idea of this not working, and you're starting to wonder why.

"well?" you push. "i want to know."

draco rolls onto his stomach, buries his face in his pillow. "it doesn't matter."

"it does to me. i'm the one who's doing you a favour here."

"it's a stupid reason."

you flop on the bed next to him, face beside his own. he peaks an eye out from his pillow and narrows it.

"i want to hear it anyway." you poke his side. "tell me."

he sighs, rolling onto his back again, clearly restless. your shoulders brush, heads inches apart, and it would be so easy to elbow him in the cheek right now.

"my parents thought i was acting a little weird when i came home for half-term," he mumbles. "they were getting really worried, and finally my mother asked me if i was lovesick, and i just took the first excuse i could find and said yes."

you blink. "literally, only a malfoy would ask their son if he's acting weird because he's lovesick. what does that even mean?"

draco shrugs. "i went along with it the entire time, and finally just told them i had a partner back at school who i missed, and that was why i was acting weird. they believed it, and i've been in the lie ever since."

"wow," you breath. "so we've been technically dating ever since half-term?"

draco smiles sheepishly, which is answer enough.

you chuckle, staring at the ceiling. "so what was actually wrong with you?"

he pauses. "what?"

"well, you said you were acting weird. if you weren't lovesick, then what was the matter?"

again, even more silence.

you nudge his arm. "hey. don't just ignore me. that's rude."

"i was lovesick," he says, like he was trying to make that point obvious throughout the entire conversation. "that's why i was acting weird."

you stare at him, waiting for the punchline. you try to ignore the disappointment that slides around in your chest, the sudden urge to storm out. yes, draco is attractive, and he's a good friend, and maybe you're only here to test the waters, see if something really can come out of this, but you should have known better. this isn't some fairy tale. you're a gryffindor, and he's a slytherin, and that mix is just unheard of, completely disastrous.

"oh," you mumble, looking back at the ceiling. "that's. . . grim. who's the lucky person then?"

he stiffens.

"come on," you push. "you can tell me. i won't tell them, i promise. then i'll have to explain what we're doing here, and i'd rather keep this between us."

"you would?"

your head snaps to him. "you wouldn't?"

he shrugs. "well, i mean, if you wanted to tell people this was our arrangement, i wouldn't mind. i don't expect you to lie."

"draco, this entire thing is a lie. i'll be lying either way."

he purses his lips, and your heart thunders in your chest; this conversation is weird, and you don't like it, don't like the undertones to every sentence, the vagueness of it all. if he has something to say, you want him to just come out and say it, because you're not sure you can handle any more of this subtlety.

"so who is it?" you repeat, quieter this time.

he breathes in deeply, and then he reaches over and gently grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers in the same way he did downstairs when you thought all of this was just a bit of fun, that you were nothing more than a last resort.

"guess," he whispers.

you close your eyes, biting your lower lip. "i don't want to. i might be wrong."

"who do you think it is?" he rolls onto his side, pulling your hand to his chest. you refuse to open your eyes, refuse to look at him lest you break down completely. you've learned in your years at hogwarts not to get your hopes up for anything, not even something blindingly obvious. "y/n, tell me. who do you think it is?"

"crabbe?"

he chuckles, warm breath tickling your ear. "wrong."

"see, i told you i would get it wrong. i'm not good at-"

"it's you, y/n. you know it's you."

you exhale, slowly opening your eyes to meet his own. leaning on one elbow over you in the way he is, you can almost pretend you're back at hogwarts, not at the most uncomfortable place on planet earth in your opinion. you can almost pretend there are no dark wizards walking around downstairs, and that you and draco are just. . . together.

you bite your lip, eyes flicking down to his own, which suddenly seem so much more accessible. he catches your gaze and chuckles again, a noise that truly has the power to drive you insane if you let it.

he reaches over and runs his thumb along your lower lip. "do you want to kiss me?"

"i want you to kiss me," you reply, almost breathless.

he smirks. "why does everything have to be a competition with you?"

you shrug. "that's always how we've worked, isn't it?"

"yes, it is."

and then he kisses you, slow and delicate. he holds your chin between thumb and forefinger, but makes no attempt to guide you; he knows you're capable of doing this on your own. he wants to see what you do, what you're like when you're under his spell, and you can honestly say that you are, have been under his spell from the moment you started teasing each other back in first year.

so you kiss him back, slow and deliberate, letting him know that - to you - this is more than just some fake dating plan. this is real. this will continue once you leave this party, if only he wants it to.

and from the way he kisses you back, he wants it to continue.

#request #hp request #harry potter #draco malfoy