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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Can you do. Dustin henderson x reader where the reader is a freshman like him but a football cheerleader who likes dnd so since it's the basketball game she can sub for Lucas. (At my school we separated cheerleaders by sports because the seasons often overlap)

On The Sidewalk

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a/n: sorry it took me a hot minute to do this. i wasn't expecting it to be FOURTHOUSOUNDWORDS?? but, it turned out pretty cute. kinda proud of it ngl. sidenot: did i use ericas dnd character cause im unoriginal... yes BUT THATS THE ONLY PROBLEM I SWEAR enjoy :)

word count: 4.2k

summary: walking to your spot next to chrissy you overhear a conversation as you pass a table. sparking an interest in you that has been missed.

warning: none, if there are any let me know

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You entered the cafeteria, scanning across the crowd. The same people sitting in the same spots as usual. The white and green uniforms showed through the crowd like the north star at night. You fidgeted with your fingers, biting your lip nervously taking in the different groups.

Today was full of nerves. The fact the championship basketball game was tonight had your table filled with tension that could be sensed where you remained, across the room. To be honest you really didn’t want to go. You were happy for the guys, really. It was great they made it this far. It was just… you didn’t really like basketball. It was the main reason why you did cheerleading in the fall during football season. You made the executive decision in August that at the beginning of your freshman school year would be spent on the sidelines of a field for hours rather than spent durring the winter and spring in a small space on the gym bleachers every Friday and any other time needed.

Your attention was broken as someone jumped up onto one of the lunch tables. Shouting across the room. Jason suddenly stood up making your eyes fall to him. He said something you couldn’t hear. Your sight fell to your shoes, bringing a hand up to your mouth to nervously bite your nail.

So here you were; thinking of an excuse on how to get out of going to the game tonight. You doubt blaming it on sickness would work as that's what you used last time. Or saying you had to babysit with the fact you know most of the people at that table knew you hated children. With their sticky hands and grubby faces. And you couldn’t say that you had plans with a friend for the fact all of them were already booked to go to the game tonight.

Sighing in defeat you dragged your shoes across the floor’s tile. The amount of looks you received was enough for you to accept that you would have to face an endless amount of time tonight witnessing boys passing balls back and forth to one another. Looking up you met Chrissy’s eyes. A smile finding its way to her face as she raised a hand to usher you over. You gave a meek one in return picking up your pace to take your spot next to her.

“It’s not that we want to postpone it. It’s just that most of the subs will be at the championship game.” You stopped in your place overhearing a conversation as you passed by. Was this… your opportunity. Had grace from whatever gods that existed decided to shine down on you; to support your hatred for basketball. You tapped your foot pondering if you should approach them. I mean you didn't even know what they needed a sub for. A game night? Gambling? Some satin ritual that needed a certain amount of people to be successful with it?... Eh you could deal with worse.

You turned to your left, placing your hands rather roughly on the edge of the table. Making you wince slightly as the group's attention snapped to you. You let out a meek ‘sorry.'

“I heard you needed a sub,” you stated, looking across the individuals. Taking in their matching Hellfire Club t-shirts. You furrowed your brows, the name seemed familiar. Your eyes widened as you recalled Jason talking about them once. “DnD right?” you questioned.

The guys just kind of stared at you while you stood there awkwardly, waiting for a response.

“Y-yeah,” one of them stuttered out. You turned to the voice, gaze falling on his curly hair. Dropping it to your face you met the eyes of Dustin Henderson. Someone who was in your intro to chem, math, and english class. A smile broke out on your face as you rushed to the spot empty next to him. Sitting down at the table you brushed your arm against Dustin’s, giving him a light smile.

“I know how to play. My dad taught me when I was like 12. I’m a little rusty but I swear I can do it.” Nobody made a sound as you frantically searched each of their faces for some kind of answer. Turning to who you were pretty sure was Eddie Munson, the guy who was struggling to graduate. You were getting desperate at this point. “Please, I don't want to go to the game tonight. If I don’t have an excuse to tell Chrissy, she’ll make me go and I cannot handle another game of boys shooting balls into holes.”

Gareth let out a snort, covering his mouth in his hand as he turned away to compose himself.

“Aren't you literally a cheerleader?” Mike asked, you gaze went him.

“Yeah but that’s for football. This is basketball. I can stand being on the side of the field, but being in the stuffy gym for hours watching people move back and forth in less than a 100 foot space? I’d rather not.”

“Isn’t it basically the same thing? In football they go back and forth the whole time.” You rolled your eyes.

“This is off topic, that’s not the point, can I join or what?” Turning away from Mike you looked back at Eddie with a raised brow. He leaned forward in his seat, a smile growing on his face.

“Absolutely not.”

“You did ask for a sub,” Dustin stated, “This is the sub.” You pointed at Dustin, nodding with his statement.

“This is Hellfire club. Not some excuse for you to be able to cancel some plans.” You raised your hands up defensively.

“Hey man, if that’s how you view it, fine. But, I bet that you’ll struggle to find somebody…” You motioned your finger in a circle, “In this place that knows what the heck they’re getting into..” Some quiet ‘ooohs’ were heard amongst the group. Eddie snapped to them, shutting Gareth and Jeff's mouths. Eddie pushed himself out of his seat, taking a spot to the right of you. He bent his head down to your level.

“What’s your class?” he questioned, “Level one dwarf?” Another sound of commotion came from the boy. You gave him a light smirk.

“I’m called Lady Applejack, thanks. Who’s a level-14, chaotic good half-elf rogue and can sneak up behind any monster that you throw my way. And stab them with a smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death,” you ended your sentence in a deathly whisper. You tilted your head to the side. “So are you gonna let me join or are we just going to keep chatting away?” Eddie was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed. Before standing up straight and holding out his hand.

“Welcome to the Hellfire club,” he replied. A smile broke out on your face as you grabbed it, shaking it gently.

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“Okay, so the campaign starts at four. In case you have anything you need to get, you got enough time to do so,” Dustin explained as the two of you walked to English together after the lunch bell. “It’s going to go on for a while so make sure you tell whoever that you’ll be home late.” You nodded, approaching your locker quickly grabbing some items you needed for your next class. Dustin stood next to you and suddenly went quiet. You pulled out a folder as you looked over at him.

“Anything else?” You took in his expression. “What?”

“It’s just,” he paused, “You were the last person I expected to actually like DnD.” You let out a snort.

“Even Jason came before me?” He pondered the thought.

“Second to last person to expect.”

“Or Jarry Theft.”

“Third-”

“Or Francis Finch.”

“Fourth-”

“Or-” Dustin waved around his hands, cutting you off while you chuckled.

“Fine, whatever, you were like the… twenty second to last person I expected.” You rolled your eyes playfully, shoving a loose binder back on a shelf and closing your locker with a slam. You let out a sigh.

“I get it,” you stated, continuing your way down the hall, “I’m not the most passionate about the subject. But that doesnt mean I don’t like it. I don’t really have anyone to play DnD with. I mean I knew you guys played it but-”

“Didn’t want to hang out with the freaks,” Dustin once again stopped you. You looked over at him.

“It’s not really that per say. Jason really doesn’t like you guys. He would most likely pull Chrissy away from me if I did approach your club,” you tried to explain.

“What about now?” You shrugged, huffing.

“If Chrissy does let him do that, so be it. The more I think about it, the more I don’t think she will allow it. I mean soon as school started we clicked. She’s one of the sweetest girls I know. I have no idea how Jason pulled her, but I know the fact of how she and I get along will play a factor in it.” You nudge your shoulder with his, “Plus you guys seem cool and not like the satanic worshipers the school has made you out to be.” Dustin winced.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You let out a laugh as you approached the classroom door.

“It sounded better in my head,” you replied. You paused in front of the desks, turning to face Dustin. “Do you want to come over to mine after school? To help see what I’ll need?” He blinked at you, slightly talking aback by the request.

“I-I mean, sure I guess.” You smiled at him.

“Cool, I'll meet you by the flagpole?” He nodded watching as you separated from him to make your way to your seat. Dustin’s eyes watched as you walked away. Snapping himself out of his gaze before going to his own.

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The final bell of the day rang. You packed up your items from your desk. Following the other kids into the hallway. People stood next to you shoulder to shoulder, walking robotically down the halls. All with the same mind set of getting the hell out of here.

You pushed your way lightly through to get to your locker. Opening the lock and door, you placed a folder on the shelf and grabbing your backpack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone lean onto the locker next to yours.

"Are you coming to the game tonight? You never gave me a proper answer," Chrissy asked, her voice soft like usual. You smiled sheepishly looking over to her.

"I actually have plans with a couple people," you replied. She furrowed her brows.

"Who?" You bit your lip.

"Dustin Henderson and some of his friends." Her eyes widened excitedly before leaning closer to you. She spoke in a whisper,

"Didn't you say you liked him last year?" You sighed jokingly, shutting your locker.

"Yeah, but that was last year. It was just a little thing after a project we had to work on that's all."

"Just a little thing?" Chrissy scoffed playfully. " If I recall, you said it lasted from when you danced at the Snowball to spring break."

"Like I said a little thing. We barely even talked after the dance," you said between giggles. She linked her arms with your as you directed her towards the exit. You walked through the doors, continuing down the sidewalk. Someone called her name from behind the two of you. Looking over your shoulder you saw the voice belonged to… Jason. He waved you guys over. You turned to face Chrissy.

"I'm meeting him at the flagpole," you briefly explained to her, pulling away. She nodded, pulling you back in for a quick hug.

"Have fun," she said with a smile. You returned it.

"Yeah, you too." She gave you a squeeze on the shoulder, walking back to join Jason. He peered over Chrissy to stare at you. You have an awkward wave. He gave one back, gaze lingering on you as Chrissy approached.

"Where's she going?" Jason asked. Chrissy looked back at you, seeing your back as you headed in your own direction.

"She has plans tonight," she simply stated.

"With who?"

"A boy." A light smile fell onto her features. Jason furrowed his brows.

"Actually?" Chrissy nodded. Jason looked back up to see you were no longer in sight. "Huh, didn't think she would ditch you for anyone." Chrissy shrugged.

"It's okay. I knew she'd find someone, sometime this year."

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Your feet walked across the concrete. Turning the corner to see Dustin, hands in his pockets scanning the area. His eyes landed on you, his face lighting up. You smiled.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hey," you replied back, placing your hands on the straps of your bag. "My house is just a five minute walk from here," you informed, looking left and right on the street. He stood next to you waiting for the signal to cross the road. Both of you lightly jogged across and once again found yourself on a sidewalk.

"Do you usually walk?" Dustin questioned.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"Even in the winter?"

"Depends on the weather. If it's a snow storm I have someone usually drive me to and from," you explained. Silence passed over the two of you. You took a left, Dustin following.

"Who drives you?" Dustin asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Usually one of my parents in the morning but they couldn't really do it after with work and all. Jason did it after practice if it was really bad outside. Which was probably like five times." Dustin furrowed his brows.

"Didn't I have to give you a ride with Steve or something last winter? When we had that science project?" You stuttered a breath at the memory. An anxious chuckle left you.

"Yeah, that was a bad day. I swear I thought he was going to crash." Dustin laughed.

"He nearly hit a fire hydrant on his way back over when he came to pick me up." You giggled. Another beat of silence passed by, Dustin broke it once again.

"You know we never really talked about the snowball. I didn't get to thank you for the dance," he mumbled, bumping his shoulders with yours. You kicked a fallen pine cone.

"Ofcourse, I couldn't resist the hair, y'know?" He let out a snort.

"Oh yeah, that was… something."

"Definitely something," you agreed in a fit of giggles. You looked up to see your house come into sight. "It's the third one," you informed him. He hummed in response.

Approaching your driveway you opened the mailbox to check if anything was in it. Taking the few envelopes in your hand you made your way up the lawn. Dustin followed behind you. Going up the steps you opened the front door, keeping it open for the boy behind you. He shut it while you took off your shoes. He did the same, stepping out of them and looking around the space. Not much has changed since he had last been here. Just some furniture pieces in different places.

Dustin noticed you moved down the hall, he took after you. Entering a new room her had not been in.

"This is my dad's office," you explained in a murmur as you searched the area. "He keeps all the DnD books in here." Dustin hummed in response. He took in the rather bland wall paper on three of the walls, while the other was filled with posters. From movies, to bands, to fantasy games, the ultimate nerd wall.

"You said your dad taught you it right?" Dustin asked, taking a closer look at one of the papers.

"Yep," you said looking through a drawer on a desk, "He was a total nerd in highschool. And some of the nerdiness obviously carried into adulthood, cause here we are now," you finished with a grunt pulling out the different binders and books. Searching through them you grabbed the one that suited for the event and went to place it in your bag.

You grabbed Dustin's hand to drag him away from the wall. His eyes widened at your actions, taking a look at your conjoined hands but not pulling away. You made your way into the kitchen, to look through the cupboards.

"Are we going to need any snacks?" you questioned sifting through the different foods.

"I mean if you want you can bring whatever you want. It's gonna take a while for it to finish up so…," he trailed off, leaning against a counter. Dustin peered at you as you scanned the different options. Pulling out some sort of chips that were already eaten and Oreos. He nodded, solid choices.

Dustin cleared his throat as you placed the foods in your bag with the books, zipping it up and once again placing it on your back.

"Ready?" he asked, straightening his posture. You nodded before following him out the door.

You found yourselves again on the sidewalk, silence casting above the both of you. You sighed lightly, kicking a rock before walking up and continuing to kick it across the concrete. Dustin passed it back to you when it veered off in his direction. Making you smile to yourself lightly.

"Thanks for coming with," you spoke up, attention still on the rock as it ended up in the grass. You frowned slightly then turned to look at Dustin. His gaze met yours.

"Ofcourse it was no problem," he stated. You gave him a great full smile. You took a right watching the school approach slowly.

"Sorry if I suck tonight. It's been like… a year since I last played," you mentioned.

"That's fine, I'm just glad we have you so Eddie isn't on mine and Mike's asses about not having a sub. Then he'd bring up Lucas and blah blah blah," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "And you'll do good, don't worry about it. Even if you do mess up a little bit it's not like we're gonna kick you out or anything. Just do your best, that's all that could be asked of you." The two of you paused waiting for a car to pass. You looked over at Dustin as he turned to you giving a reassuring smile.

"You're just as I remember you Henderson," you spoke in a whisper. "Always the sweetest guy around." A blush settled itself lightly on his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Well I wouldn't say sweetest but-"

"Take the compliment," you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"Just a heads up, all that I just said could be a lie. Depending on how into it Eddie gets," he mentioned. You let out another chuckle, once again taking his hand to pull him to cross the street.

"Well at least you gave me a heads up," you replied opening the school doors, yanking him inside in the process

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The lighting was rather dramatic. A red hue casting along everyone's bodies. Candles lit across the table.It was nearing the end of the campaign, you could feel it. The question was; will it be a good or bad ending?

“The hooded cultist chant, “Hail Lord Vecna.’” Eddie looked among the group with a dangerous gaze. “‘Hail Lord Vecna,” he repeated. You slowly bit onto a chip, the crunch breaking the silence. “They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin is shriveled…” Eddie turns sharply to Jeff, “..desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye.” Eddie covers his own, rising from his seat, as the group bursts with complaints. You threw your hands up in defeat as the others slammed theirs on the table. You put your head in your hands.

“Vecnas dead,” Jeff exclaimed.

“He was killed by Kas,” Mike added.

“So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. But Vecna lives,” Eddie informed, putting a little Vecna man on a throne. “You are scared, you are tired, you are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?” Eddie asks to take his seat once more. Everyone's brows furrowed in thought. “Come on,” Eddie coaxed.

“I saw we fight,” Dustin stated, “To the death.”

“To the death,” Mike agreed. You nodded.

“To the death.” Everyone began hitting the table in sync chanting, ‘To the death!’

You anxiously held the dice in your hand before deciding it was now or never. You quickly rolled them and as the numbers revealed, the group cheered.

Mike's turn came, only his roll knocked him down.

Then came Jeff and he followed Mike. Back and forth it when, offense and defense knocking each other down. The stakes grew higher as the end grew near.

“Guys, I hate to say this, but we’ve got to flee,” Gareth stated, as you guys were huddled together.

“I concur.”

“Did we not just say it was ‘to the death?’” you asked sarcastically.

“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth seethed.

“Vecba just decimated us,” Jeff informed,” We can’t kill him with two players.” You looked over at Dustin.

“You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies,” he replied.

“Pussies? Really? Cause we’re not delusional?” Gareth shot back. You spoke up.

“Delusional? How about not being a coward.”

“Hey!” Eddie called from behind you, “If I may interject, gentlemen, Lady Applejack. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to Heart. There is no shame in running,” he insisted. “Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?”

Dustin held up a finger.

“One Sec,” he turned back to the group, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and mikes, beginning the group back down. You leaned into him gently, “What do you think?”

“How many hit points do you and LadyApplejack have left?” Mike asked.

“Twelve,” you both said in unison.

“It’s risky as hell. But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call,” Mike replied.

“What do you say, Lady Applejack?” Dustin questioned, turning to you. You gave him a teasing smirk.

“You really gotta ask?” His eyes lingered on you for a moment before looking down at his shoes again. He looked back,

“Screw it.” You and him turned back to Eddie. “Let's kill this son of a bitch.

“The chances are twenty to one,” Eddie mentioned.

“Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20.” Dustin held out his hand, Eddie tossed it to him.

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Dustin stood at the end of the table, shaking the dice then releasing it onto the table. Eleven.

“That’s a miss!” Eddie called with a shake of his head. Once again the group erupted in complaints.

Now it was your turn. The last hope of anything good coming out of this. You shook the dice anxiously with both hands, the rest of the individuals stood behind you, cheering you on. You let it roll onto the table.

“Please.”

“Come on!” It rolled across the table, agonizingly slow, taking its time to stop. Only to land on a…

“Crit hit!” you cheered as the die revealed a twenty. Your arms went up into the air as you faced Dustin. Catching him in an embrace as the others were celebrating with each other. Letting go you faced Gareth, giving him a high five. Doing so you missed the stunned look on Dusin’s face.

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You burst through the doors, everyone still howling with excitement as you exited the school. Everyone went their own ways. And once again you found yourself alone with Dustin Henderson on the sidewalk. You looked over to him, a smile still casting over your face.

“This was the most fun I’ve had…,” you paused, “In a while.” Dustin nodded, making his way down the school’s pathway.

“It was really good and we couldn’t have done it without you Lady Applejack,” he said, bumping his hip with yours. You let a giggle escape you as you cross the street. He turned to you. “Gonna make it home alright?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” The two of you were silent for a moment. Gazing into each other's eyes. You looked away shyly, clearing your throat. “I better get going though, don’t want to make my parents worry too much.” Dustin agreed watching as you continued down the street.

You paused mid-step and quickly turned around, making your way back to him. You cupped his face lightly, placing a kiss on his cheek and giving him one last smile.

“Have a goodnight, Dustin,” you whispered lightly, walking backwards. He nodded absent mindedly, trying to come up with anything it responde.

“Y-you too,” he stuttered. You chuckled, facing in front of you again.

Dustin watched you go, a hand coming up to where your lips touched his face. Leaving him stunned on the sidewalk.

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traailmix · 1 year

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Nervous || Ankasa

[can be platonic or romantic, polyamorous if romantic!!]

Summary: An won't stop fidgeting over how to ask Kohane out, so she hangs out with Tsukasa to calm her nerves. Maybe even get some advice!

Heavily Mentioned Anhane !!

[ I apologize if this is cheesy, offensive, or inaccurate in any way. I'm just tryna have fun. <3 ]

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An paced the hallways, a bead of sweat making it's way down her cheek. She tried to ease her racing heart, but to no avail.

'Man, I really am I mess, aren't I?'

She chuckled to herself at the thought. Really, it should've been the other way around, shouldn't it?

Kohane looked up to her, An knew this. She thought of her as a bright, beaming star, in the dead of night. But, ironically, that just makes things worse—at least right now.

How could this glimmering singer that her blonde friend looked up to so much, be such a dork?

She couldn't even figure out how to ask her out on a date, or tell her how she feels, dang it!

This star was dimming and flickering, and she knew it. So she had no choice but to go to a fellow star for help.

"Tsukasa-kun, would you like to have lunch together?"

The strawberry blonde was absolutely delighted by the request, and happily accepted. Lucky for An, Tsukasa liked her, a lot. She'd often find him and Rui doing something stupid, and after hastily trying to explain that he had no part in Rui's preposterous acts, he'd strike up a conversation with her.

She thought he was strange, but he was also enduring.

So, thus led them to now. Sitting on a bench on the roof, slightly leaning against eachother. Tsukasa was talk-talk-talking away, while An was semi-listening, but also had another thing clouding her mind.

"—And, BAM! Zombies started chasing me! But thankfully, with amazing reflexes such as mine, I was able to climb up in time and escape the treacherous beings. I cannot lie, I truly had outdone myself in that particular show! Oh, and so had the others! Our dear director did an excellent jo—"

In the middle of his rambling, An sighed, which... must have given off the wrong idea.

"Eh?! Are my stories boring to you?" The blonde boy beside her looked at her with a half-panicked, half-betrayed look.

"NO! That's not it at all! It's—just.." she sighed again, not quite sure how to put it.

"Shiraishi, is something bothering you? Now that I think of it, you've seemed quite distant this entire time.." He tilted his head. The dark hair sighed, smiling sadly. She couldn't really hide it now, might as well vent it all out.

It's okay. Maybe it'll make her feel better!

"Well, yeah. There is something, actually.."

Tsukasa gazed at her expectantly. "Do you wanna tell me?"

"i might as well." She chuckles half-heartedly. "You know my friend, Kohane?"

"Ah yes, Azusawa! Quite timid, isn't she?" He replied thoughtfully. An nods.

"She's gotten much less timid!! And—Well, I..like her."

"Ah well of course! Friends do tend to like eachother, and you two seem quite close."

"Yeah, well—No—I mean—"

Tsukasa raised an eyebrow. She looked away, her cheeks heating up a bit.

'He's pretty dense, isn't he..'

"I mean I.. Like her, like her.."

He stares for a moment, before his eyes widen, quickly understanding as his own cheeks darken. "I see.."

"And..well, I really wanna tell her!"

"So..why don't you?"

"Well—" She pauses, and looks down. Swallowing, she continues. "I'm nervous."

She looks at him, a part of her almost expecting a laugh, but all she sees is a focused, waiting gaze.

"..She sees me as such a person to look up to, a confident person—Somebody..WAYY better than I actually am, but who I strive to be regardless." She softly chuckles. "I guess I'm just afraid that..What if I mess things up between us? What if I do something dumb, or embarrassing, or just downright—wrong and that completely shatters her view of me? And to make matters worse .. she'd probably think I'd be so much more confident than this. Not cowering out over it.." She looks down, fiddling with her skirt a bit. A sad smile still graces her face. "I really am selfish, aren't I? Heheh.."

The atmosphere is silent, with only the wind filling it as it softly whooshes through their hair and clothes, tickling their faces gently. An's smile fades a bit at the silence. Had she spoke too much?

"..An-chan."

She looked up, a bit surprised to hear—well—her name.

Tsukasa seemed to have the same surprised look, but for an entirely different reason. Considering she had practically poured her heart out, though, what did she expect?

"I..think the fact you're even thinking about confessing shows courage."

She tilts her head fondly.

"And..plus!! Being brave or confident isn't just not being nervous or afraid—it's doing things even when you are afraid." He smiles a bit. "I once told a friend..

'A sure way not to make mistakes is not to try anything new at all'. Unruly mishaps are going to happen—regardless of wether you welcome them or not, but, that doesn't make you any less of who you are, no? And I think Azusawa would feel the same—"

An watched with wide, amber eyes as he went on.

"—It's okay to be nervous, or afraid about what the future may hold. That's natural! Especially in a time like this! But in a situation where I know the person of your dreams would adore a girl like you,"

He suddenly stood up, gently taking An's wrist and sticking it in the air triumphantly, along with his own as he beamed a smile, causing her to gasp softly.

"Then you should go for it, head on!!" He gazes at her confidently, causing her to gape.

She stares for a moment, then two, then about three.

Before she starts laughing.

"O- Okay—you know what?" Her bright smile returns to her, to both her and Tsukasa's relief, "I will!"

"I AM GOING TO CONFESS TO AZUSAWA KOHANE!!!"

"WONDERHOY!"

An blinks, before her melodic laugh returns to her. She joins him, "WONDERHOY!"

Tsukasa gives a confident, though genuine laugh at this reaction. He's glad to see her back to her usual self.

Before he can let any more thoughts run, he suddenly feels arms wrap around him "-?!"

"Thanks, Tsukasa." He hears from his shoulder. He can't help but feel his face heat up a bit from the action, but he smiles, hugging back.

"Of course!"

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nessaxc · 3 years

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Date Night || Gojo Satoru

Gojo takes you out to dinner, but the flirty waitress at the restaurant really gets on your nerves, so Gojo is determined to assure you that he only has eyes for you.

~ Words: 2.5k

~ NSFW 18+

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"I'm glad I got to see you tonight, I've missed my princess," he leaned across the table to nuzzle his nose against yours gently, and you returned the same motion with a soft giggle.

"I've missed you too," you replied, "it's about time you made some time for me," you added.

"Well, you know, Tokyo keeps me busy," he told you with a chuckle, "but I had to take my best girl out, I know how lonely she gets without me around," he teased.

You giggled and propped your elbow up on the dinner table, balancing your chin in your hand as you held his gaze. He was smiling and shaking his head at you, mimicking your pose, only he rested both elbows on the table and cupped his face with his hands as he looked at you from across the table.

"You look beautiful in that dress by the way, but what else is new, huh?" he winked and broke eye contact for a moment to admire the dress that perfectly hugged your figure, "I'm glad you wore it."

You giggled again at that and twirled a small section of hair around your index finger, smiling down at your lap for a moment before you looked back up at him.

"I'm glad you wore that suit and tie. You should wear it more often, because you clean up pretty well," you grinned and leaned forward slightly to whisper, "by the way, you're really pretty too."

"Am I really pretty?" he joked and batted his lashes, letting his jaw hang slack with a smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth over the way you instantly cracked up laughing. He chuckled airily as he continued to look you up and down, and you had to turn away in attempt to hide the deep blossoming of your cheeks.

"Yes, you're very pretty," you said with a soft chuckle when you turned back to him.

"Good evening, can I get you anything?"

A young waitress made her way onto the scene before Gojo could respond to you, and she appeared to be addressing just him rather than both of you. She beamed brightly at him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting out a hint of a giggle that you couldn't help but roll your eyes at.

"Some menus would be nice," he grinned up at her and she flaunted her smile right back at him, making it a mission to maintain eye contact for as long as possible and throw in a bat of the lashes here and there.

"I'll go get those for you right now," she bowed her head and smiled softly, but she didn't leave until she'd make a point of leaning towards him slightly to tell him, "by the way, that tie looks great on you, really compliments your complexion."

She was already flirting with him right in front of you whilst being so brazen about it, and it was really taking everything in you not to totally snap. You didn't want dinner to be spoiled by your temper, though, you could already feel yourself starting to lose your appetite because you were red hot with anger right now. You sat there silently and waited for her to leave, gritting your teeth and casting your gaze downward the entire time.

"Thank you very much," he thanked her before she walked away and when he turned back around to face you, he was greeted by raised brows, pursed lips and your eyes glimmering for the wrong reasons. You half-smirked at him and cleared your throat whilst picking at your nails to avoid looking up at him.

"I think she's expecting a tip from you tonight," you managed to make a joke out of it and mustered a small laugh.

He chuckled lightly and acted completely dismissive about it, waving it off as her following some sort of transcript, "It's just service with a smile, Y/N."

He insisted, but you just forced a smile on your face. You fiddled with the cutlery that rested to your side and toyed with the napkin as well, offering yourself a distraction rather than look up at him for the moment.

"Yeah, too many smiles in your direction, though, if you ask me," you sassed, and he laughed loudly at that.

"Babe, something the matter?" he raised an eyebrow curiously, an amused grin on his face. Before you had the time to open your mouth and retort, she soon returned with the menus.

She carelessly laid yours down in front of you while she actually handed Gojo his, making sure to brush her hand over his as she did so. You glared at her but your look went missed, and you were doing a pretty good job of keeping your mouth shut so far, no matter how badly you wanted to tell this girl to back off.

She started babbling on about something that he should try on the menu, ensuring to flash him her smile and bat her lashes some more. She was giggling like he had told the funniest joke, and you were clutching onto a fork tightly with a hand, thinking about digging it deep into her neck. Gojo was a bad influence on you. She brought her hand closer to his so she could flip through the pages and show him exactly what she was describing. You cleared your throat and decided to speak up, because this girl was getting on your last nerve.

"Could you give us a few moments to decide what we're having? Thank you," you gave her possibly the most painfully forced smile you could muster, somehow managing to keep a level head when she withdrew her hand and acknowledged you for the first time since she'd stop at your table. She simply nodded and smiled meekly before walking away, and Gojo’s bright blue eyes shot towards you to give you a look that was nothing short of sheer surprise at how sharp you'd been in your manner of speech.

"Did I miss something?" he cracked up laughing, "My little kitten's got a sharp set of claws, eh?" he remarked before his laughter starting to die down. "I thought she was a rather nice lady," he said with another chuckle.

He scanned over the menu to find a dish that stood out to him. You squinted at him and leaned into him, lightly bringing the menu down to have him look you in the eyes instead.

"Really, Satoru? I wouldn't class the light touches on the hand, the needless giggling and overall acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush as just 'being nice'," you snapped slightly, "she's flirting with you, a lot, and I'm sick of it."

"Oh, I see where this is going," he said with a knowing smirk that stretched its way across his lips a few seconds later. You noticed this and your hand targeted your menu in an instant as some form of shield to hide behind to avoid the stares he was giving you, and he lowered your menu down just like you had done to him.

"I think somebody's jealous when she really doesn't need to be," he sang and kept his eyes trained on your face. "So what if she's flirting a little bit? I'm not interested in the slightest," he told you, and you heaved a sigh before he continued, "you have nothing to worry about, my sweet," he said with a smirk, amused with your envy.

"Seriously? You mean that?" you asked, nibbling on your lower lip.

"Course I do," he said, "she could be on her knees begging for my cock and I would say no if that'd make you feel better about it," he finished, and you laughed at that.

"I'm not even feeling that hungry anymore," you said, "she's just so irritating," you huffed, and he looked at you like he was thinking of something until his brain hatched an idea.

"Forget about dinner, I know what will cheer you up, c'mon," he stretched his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you quickly took it in yours. He walked with you until you both reached the closest bathroom - the women's room.

"Um, Satoru, I don't think you're supposed to be in here," you quipped with a short giggle.

"Oh trust me, I am," he cooed. Once the door was closed, he lifted you up by your thighs and pinned you to the wall, his lips attacking your neck in little bites and harsh kisses, not caring about the purple marks he left in his wake.

"Satoru," you gasped his name out, much to his delight.

You let out a soft moan of approval through your own lips as you lifted your hips up in absolute desperation, wanting more of him, and wanting it now.

"I only have eyes for you, Y/N, you and only you," he told you as he continued to cover your neck in wet kisses, and you couldn't help lean your head back to give him easier access. Realizing that you both were still out in the open, he carried you into the bathroom stall, pressing you up against the nearest and sturdiest wall.

He tugged his pants down from his hips and quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, just far enough to allow his thick and fully hard member to spring up. He nearly ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them to the floor, holding you up with one hand and using the other to glide up your thigh, one finger slipping up your wet folds. He grinned knowingly before he leaned in to growl in your ear, "Look at how wet for me you already are," he hummed, "mm, how bad do you want me?"

Just the slightest touch drove you absolutely wild, and you seemed to forget everything that took place before he brought you in this stall. You keened in the back of your throat and rocked your hips down against his finger, moaning out, "Fuck me, Satoru. I need you so bad. Please!" you cried.

"Well when you say it like that, I don't see how I could say no," he cooed. He grasped his member firmly until he was lined up to your entrance, exhaling loudly as he crouched down to push in. He took his time entering your body at first, watching the pleasure overcome your features. Once you had adjusted to his girth, he set a rough pace, taking you quickly in broad deep strokes that jarred your body and caused your head to slam back into the wall as you surrendered yourself to his movements, hips grinding forward in an attempt to keep tempo. He doesn't waste time going slow, knowing you both needed relief fast.

Grasping his shoulders tightly, you moaned, the volume increasing with each thrust until you were sure you would both get caught.

"That's it, let the whole goddamn restaurant know who's fucking you," he managed to say between his own moans and grunts. "You're doing so good, baby, so good," he praised.

You answered with an even louder moan, shoving your hips forward in a demand for him to go faster, grinding your clit against his pelvis whenever you could.

"Your cunt feels so fucking perfect, squeezing me like this, fuck," he ground out.

He obliged your command, snapping his hips into yours relentlessly, the sounds spilling from your lips urging him on.

"You look so good baby, you always do," he uttered through a pant, "you fucking drive me crazy." He quickly added, "Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all stretched out on my cock?"

One hand gripped onto your hair and he tugged backwards just enough to show you dominance as he pounded into you with no mercy, the sounds of your high pitched moans bouncing off the walls, mixed with his deep grunts and the sound of hot skin slapping against skin.

"Look at you, you're always so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect like this," he told you. His hips moved in the most sinful way, filling you up just perfectly, and he seemed to find that special spot inside you so skillfully, making you cry out in ecstasy.

"You like that, baby? You like how good I make you feel? Good girl, moaning for me and showing the entire diner who's gonna make you come," he hissed into your ear as his thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you again and again as he kept his wild pace up.

"Mmmm!" you hummed. You threw your head back and arched your torso sharply, screaming out in pleasure when your body started to quake with the sensation of your orgasm barreling towards you. His fingers left little purple prints on your hips at how tight he was squeezing your hips, knowing you were both close to your climax.

"Show me how much you like it, come for me," he rasped.

He maintained the angle of his thrusts, continually hitting a sensitive spot within your body until you were convulsing in his arms, orgasm rocking you to the very core. He wasn't far behind, taken over the edge by the tight clenching or your walls around his member.

Exhaling loudly, he relaxed his body against yours as you both came down from your peaks. The wall was the only thing keeping you both up as you wilt, exhausted from your spontaneous lovemaking. Finding the energy to pull back, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your hair to fix the disrupted locks. You smiled into the kiss, body buzzing from your orgasm and heart glowing at his gestures.

You both cleaned up as best as you could in the stall, he helped adjust the skirt of your dress before moving to fix his own disarrayed hair.

"You had no reason to be jealous, Y/N, like I said I only have eyes for your pretty little face," he nuzzled his nose against yours, and you did the same in return, laughing with each other.

"Thank you, Satoru," you said with a soft giggle when you stepped out of the bathroom stall with him.

"Anything for you, babe," he told you as he intertwined his fingers with yours, walking out with you, "now let's go eat," he started, "we can even put on a little show for her under the table so she knows not to mess with you," he suggested with a loud laugh.

"I like the sound of that," you replied with a broad smirk on your face. That wasn't a bad idea.

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My Best Friend's Girl Chapter 11: Beaumont Bash

Series: My Best Friends Girl

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rys, Riley Campbell

Rating: M, NSFW (ish)

Warnings: mild sexual thoughts/kissing, language

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I didn’t see her much the day of the bash. Too busy coordinating security. When I finally saw her, it was in the ballroom. She looked fucking amazing. I’d say it was the dress, but she always looks amazing. I think she looks amazing in jeans and a t-shirt. Of course, that dress really showed her… assets to quite remarkable effect. “Wow, you look-“

“Yes?” She looked at me expectantly and I lost all my nerve.

“Ready for the party. Everything has really come together.”

“I know, right? Though…you don’t look like you’re dressed for the occasion.” Her eyes raked up and down my body and I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about that.

“You don’t like my look? I’ll have you know this shirt is clean.” I joked.

“I guess that’s the most I should expect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up for these fancy events. It might be a nice change of pace.”

“Eh. Fashion is subjective. Besides, people are here to see the prince, not me.” That was all true, but in my head, I was already picking out something better than my usual attire for the coronation ball.

Then Max and Hana walked up, and Hana said what I couldn’t, “Riley, you look amazing!” Why couldn’t I have just said that?

I stood with Hana across from Riley and Max as they greeted guests. Most people just came in, said their hellos and moved on. You know, like normal people. Of course Madeleine had to have something to say about everything.

Madeleine’s gaze lingered on Liam before turning to Riley and saying, “You must be feeling pretty smug.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Riley said, but she did look pretty smug. I looked back and forth between them, and over to Liam trying to figure out what was going on.

“I’ve been hearing some rumors that you’ve become the frontrunner going into the coronation.” Madeleine stated.

“Madeleine, it’s not a race.” Riley replied and I knew she meant that. I also knew that she was the only suitor here that felt that way. She was better than all of them.

“Isn’t it though? In a way?”

“No. It’s about the prince and who he wants to marry.” I could tell she was getting annoyed, and I could tell she meant that too. She saw Liam. Not his title, not his family name, not his wealth or position or power or any of the things he could give her. Which is why she was perfect for him. Which is why she deserved to be queen in a way none of them did.

“……..right. Masterful stroke by the way.” Again, I couldn’t figure out what Madeleine was babbling about.

“Hm?” Riley acted like she still had no idea either, but from the amusement dancing in her eyes, I knew that was an act.

“The prince is wearing something from the House Beaumont collection. I recognize the label. You truly look like you belong together.” Madeleine sniffed disdainfully.

My gaze darted back over to Liam. I hadn’t noticed before, but then I don’t pay much attention to fashion. Liam was dressed in the Beaumont house colors, his suit matching Riley’s dress. Like they were a couple. I had to agree with Madeleine, it was a masterful stroke, if she were trying to telegraph to the world that she had already won. Which probably wasn’t the brightest thing to do if there’s already a target on your back. It made me nervous.

“Thank you.” Riley smiled triumphantly at Madeleine.

“Of course, looking the part and being chosen are two different matters. You never know what might happen………” she trailed off but the hair on the back of my neck stood up. That sounded like a threat to my ears. I’d be keeping a closer watch on her.

“Madeleine…….may the best woman win.” It was clear Riley just wanted to end the conversation.

“Oh, I intend to.” Madeleine snapped before spinning on her heel and stalking away.

Then Bertrand called for everyone to take their seat and I excused myself to my customary table in the back. Hana excused herself to go sit with some of the other ladies.

Riley actually looked distraught about it, “I’m going to miss you guys.”

“Hey, don’t look so disappointed, Campbell. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle one dinner without us.” I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I didn’t envy her. She was going to get grilled by Constantine and Regina. But I knew she could handle it. And she would, with grace and aplomb. Like she always did. And she’d do it for Liam, because she loved him. That was clear. I had never been more sure that my decision to keep my feelings to myself was the right one.

When I heard Liv complaining about being served cold food, from a table in the back, I choked on my food trying not to laugh. That was karma. A quick glance at Riley’s smug expression told me it was on purpose, and I smiled in admiration. Damn. Don’t get on her bad side. I knew she could hold her own. How had I ever doubted it?

I tried not to watch her at dinner. It helped that I was suspicious of Madeleine, because she got a lot of my attention, but my gaze was still drawn back to Riley over and over. I couldn’t help it. I watched her tip her head back and laugh at something Liam said and I watched his face light up when she did so. Liam was completely gone on her. I recognized the emotion on his face so easily because it mirrored my own.

After dinner was the infamous Beaumont Bash. It’s a damn good time if you’re able to enjoy it. I started attending them when I was about fifteen. But that was a long time ago. The party’s a lot less fun when you’re sober. And I have to be sober to do my job.

I have a reputation as a heavy drinker. It’s a diversion. First of all, it gives me a reason to be at the bar, where people talk freely and where I can generally keep an eye on the whole room. Secondly, if people think I’m a drunk, they won’t see me as a threat. You never know when having the element of surprise might make the difference between life or death. So I always have a tumbler of whiskey in my hands at events but I can nurse a drink all night long. I’ve also been known to dump one or simply put it down unobtrusively somewhere, returning to the bar empty handed, seemingly needing another one.

I endured the party. It was loud and people were drinking heavily, which always makes security a bit harder. Finally, it was over. Or it should have been over. Max and Riley and Hana wanted to play truth or dare. I declined. “Oh no I’m not playing truth or dare. What are we, twelve?”

“Come on Drake, we should do it for Hana.” Why even try to fight it? Every time I’m adamant about not doing something and she’s insistent that I do it, guess who wins? I’d given up even the pretense of fighting it. So off to Hana’s room we went. Besides, I needed to stay with Riley so I could protect her, right?

Hana offered to make drinks; Max ordered a sex on the beach then she turned to me.

“I’ll just have a-“

“Let me guess. Whiskey.” Riley smirked at me.

“I’m getting predictable, aren’t I?” Why do you pay that much attention to what I do? Does it mean anything? Or is that wishful thinking on my part?

I knew she loved Liam. Maybe I just hoped she liked me a little bit too. I knew I’d never have her attention the way Liam did, but every drop I did get fueled me.

“Maybe just a little bit.” She responded.

Everyone toasted to friendship…and truth or dare. I sighed. “Oh boy, this is going to be a long night.”

Maxwell went first. He picked Riley, who picked truth. “If you were stranded on a desert island, and could only have one of us with you, who would you want?”

“I’d want Drake.” She said immediately. I mean, she didn’t even think about it for a second.

“Me?” I asked in surprise. Quick, don’t act like that made you happy. “Be honest Campbell, you just want me there so I’m suffering as much as you are.” You have no idea how much I’m suffering right now. God, I want to touch you, kiss you, hold you again…….

“Mostly just to see how you’d look in a grass skirt.” She teased.

“Hey!” That drew a laugh out of me. She always manages to surprise me like that.

“Haha.” Maxwell laughed.

“Just kidding. I think you’d be gruff and grumpy, but deep down, when it counts, you’d probably save me from a tiger or something.” She gave me a look that conveyed actual affection. Nope, that’s not ok, stop it, I cannot handle that right now.

“Well, I’d feel terrible if a tiger ate my only companion.” That’s right, keep it light, Walker.

“And there wouldn’t be any nobles around, or courtly intrigue, or gossip…. In fact, I think you might enjoy being stranded more than palace life.”

“You never know.” Alone, on an island with you? Yeah, that sounds like my idea of heaven, actually.

The game went on and after a while Max asked Hana about her first kiss.

She seemed surprised, unsure, “My first kiss?”

“You have been kissed, right?” Maxwell asked uncertainly.

“Yes, of course.” She replied.

“You were engaged, after all.” Riley supplied.

“Well, it was actually a very chaste courtship. Our first kiss was in front of a professional photographer for our engagement photo shoot. My parents were insistent that we publish a very public announcement in all the papers. It was…somewhat awkward.”

Riley shot her a sympathetic look, “He wasn’t a great kisser?”

“He missed.”

Even I was invested in the story at that point, “Missed? How?” Even at my youngest, drunkest, and most inept, I had never missed! What the hell?

“He kissed my ear. Well, he punctured his lip on my earring, actually. He started bleeding. I felt terrible. My parents were furious that he ruined my dress. It was a complete disaster.”

“Hana…. You deserved a better first kiss than that!” Riley exclaimed.

“Give it to her.” Maxwell said.

“What?” Hana looked up at him.

“Do you want a do-over?” He asked her.

“Can you do-over a first kiss?” She asked hopefully.

A mischievous smile spread across Riley’s face, “The rules of truth or dare say….yes!”

Hana blushed and looked away, then back up tentatively, “Okay then.”

What was happening? I glanced at Maxwell then remembered he was gay, the girl-on-girl action wasn’t going to do anything for him. Me, on the other hand…….Jesus. Just the thought was making things uncomfortable in my pants.

Riley leaned in, cupping Hana’s face, “Are you ready?” She asked.

I’m not!

Hana nodded.

“Ok, close your eyes.”

Hana’s eyes fluttered close, and her head fell back. Riley caressed her jaw before leaning forward and brushing her lips against Hana’s. Hana stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as Riley’s tongue parted her lips. Riley leaned in closer, the kiss deepening. One of Riley’s hands went up and grasped a handful of Hana’s hair. Hana let out a moan of pleasure and I stifled one of my own. For a long moment the room was silent as I sat transfixed watching their mouths move together, mostly Riley’s, her eyes were closed, her chest heaving just a little.

Then Riley pulled back, they both sat there for a moment, lips still parted, faces flushed, breathing a little heavy. Holy fucking god. I had no choice but to use my hand to adjust things. My own breathing was little bit labored if I’m being honest. Was this woman trying to kill me?

“Better than last time?” Riley asked.

Hana turned a deep shade of red and nodded as she breathed out, “Yeah.”

I feel you, Hana. I really do.

“Okay, my turn, Riley, I dare you to go streak through the ballroom in your underwear.” Maxwell laughed.

Hana shook her head and exclaimed, “That’s not fair, it’s not her turn!”

“Yeah, and she didn’t even choose dare.” I added. No fucking way I could take it if she took her clothes off. No, nope, no way, not gonna let that happen. Please God, don’t do this to me.

Max was adamant, “Well someone should streak tonight, or this game is a bust!”

I didn’t think I could handle seeing Riley naked and Hana was just too sweet and innocent to ask. I sighed. Fuck. “The things I do for you people.”

We made our way down to the now empty ballroom. “Ok, once around the room, that’s it!” I said as I stripped down to my skivvies. I looked out of the corer of my eye to see if she was looking. Oh, she was looking.

As I took off, she yelled, “Woo! Go Drake!”

I finished my lap and got back just as Riley and Hana started pulling off their clothes. “What are you doing?” I asked in alarm. Please don’t do that.

“It’s only fair.” Riley answered, “We’re going to streak too!”

They both stripped down to their bra and panties and took off. Oh, what the hell? I took off after them. Guess I was making a second lap after all. “Freeeedom!” I yelled as we ran, laughing.

When we got back, Riley grabbed her dress in her arms and said, “We better get out of here before we get caught!”

So we all grabbed our clothes and ran back to Hana’s room to collapse onto bed laughing and panting. I didn’t want to admit it, but that had been fun! I mean fun like I hadn’t had since I was a kid fun. How does she bring out that side of me?

Her phone dinged and she looked at it then started making her excuses. It was late. She, Max and I left Hana’s room. At the end of the hallway, she started to turn the wrong direction.

“Our rooms are this way.” I pointed.

“Oh, ah…. I’m supposed to meet Liam in the spa.” She said.

Of course she was.

“Oh cool!” Maxwell exclaimed, “Do you know where it is?”

“Sorta…”

“Come on.” I told her, “I’ll walk you.”

We walked in silence, but it wasn’t awkward, it was companionable. I kept my hands in my pockets. That was the best way to ensure I wasn’t tempted to reach out and touch her.

We reached the third floor and I escorted her through the maze of hallways to the spa. Liam was waiting for her in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, gazing up at the ceiling as we rounded the corner. His head turned when he heard our footsteps. He pushed away from the wall and gave her a dazzling smile then shot a puzzled look at me.

I put my hands up in air, “I’m not staying, I was just playing guide. She would have gotten lost, and we’d have had to send out a search party.”

“He’s not wrong.” She laughed as she went willingly into his open arms.

“Thank you, Drake.” He said as he looked at me over the top of her head, “You’re a good friend.”

“Anytime.” I tried to smile but it faltered as the image of her lips and body pressed against mine slid through my memory. I’m really not.

I waved over my shoulder as I turned and walked away.

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peakyscillian · 3 years

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| The Year Later | Cillian x Reader | Mini-Series |

Summary: A year after your first date. This is 100% Fluff, sickening, tooth rotting Fluff. Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20's), Smut reference maybe. Request: Part one was a request. A/N:Like always no disrespect to Cillian's family, this is basically an AU where he's single.

The Year Later | Mini-Series

Part one here, Part two here, Part three here & Part four here Masterlist You and Ella had finally arrived in Manchester, the guys had a few days break from filming Peaky Blinders, you'd made plans with Cillian to travel up and be with him.

It was coming up close to your year anniversary.

You'd both admitted you didn't really celebrate anniversaries but he'd already been away for a few months and it just felt right.

Ella had planned the evening on the drive up, sat next to you in the passenger seat discussing different bars and restaurants you could all go out to, before you got to spend the two days after with just Cillian.

*** Cillian was pacing around the back of the restaurant, Helen was sat watching him "you need to relax" she sighed, he turned to look at her "What if she says no?" he asked stopping his pacing.

Helen laughed lightly "Seriously Cill?"

He nodded, a serious look on his face "Seriously, it's a lot to ask someone" he laughed lightly, Helen stood up reaching out to squeeze his arm.

"She's so in love with you, she won't even have to think about it" Helen smiled before leaving the room, in search of a drink to bring Cillian, to calm his nerves.

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Ella linked her arm through yours as you got out of the car, Cillian and Paul had agreed to meet you at the restaurant after finishing up some scenes close by.

You felt nervous you hadn't seen Cillian in about three months, the longest you'd been apart since you got together, Ella was busy on her phone as you headed to the entrance,

You pushed open the door to the restaurant, the maitre d greeted you with a smile, giving over your name he led you towards the back room, you turned to frown at Ella who just shrugged with a smile.

The maitre d opened the door for you both, you were busy talking to Ella to notice the room half full with friends of Cillian, from Peaky Blinders, people you had got to know over the past year who you would also consider friends. Your mouth fell open at the sight in front of you as you finally turned round, Cillian was down on one knee a jewelery box open, the simple diamond ring catching the light. He cleared his throat "I know it's been a year, which is probably too soon in most people's eyes but I've never felt this way before and trust me I'm in my forties I've had time" you laughed at his comment, catching Helen rolling her eyes with a smirk. "What I want to say is, I've had the most amazing year with you, getting to know each other, finding great restaurants, avoiding award shows, mixing you gin and lemonades after dates, while you sit on my sofa and make me feel like you've always been there" he continued.

You nodded slowly, feeling your hands turning warm in his grasp, the feeling of everyones eyes on you. "I've already settled the having you around all the time by finally convincing you to move in with me" you laughed lightly His blue eyes locked with yours "but I want to know if you want to be mine for the rest of your life, our life and marry me?" he finally asked, you were nodding frantically tears rolling down your cheeks. "Yes, Cillian, yes" you gasped out, breathless at the speed of your heart pounding, he stood up pushing the ring on your finger. "Well thank fuck it fits, eh?" he laughed cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing the tears away. "Spent so many evenings trying to smuggle a ring from your dish on your bedroom side" he laughed finally pressing his lips with yours, in a soft kiss.

You laughed, arms looping around his neck "does this mean that we have to attend award shows now, because it's official and everything" you hiccuped through another wave of tears.

Cillian laughed "We've been official for a year, I just hate award shows"

Paul was the first one over, pulling you both into a hug and congratulating you followed by Helen and Joe. *** Everyone had settled in the private room, Cillian hadn't unlinked your fingers until the food was served, his lips brushing over your cheek as you all caught up on the past couple of months.

"So fucking happy" he whispered in your ear, when everyone was either busy eating or talking.

You turned to him a smile on your lips, your eyes gazing over the ring sat on your finger . "Me too, Cill" you pressed your lips to his, his tongue sneaking past your lips, hand cupping your cheek.

"Alright, Alright" Finn laughed from across the table "having a moment over there while people are trying to eat" he tutted.

You pulled away from Cillian, picking up your wine glass "Finn, you'll always be my number one Cole" you winked as Joe laughed from the end of the table "but I've got myself an older man" you shrugged taking a sip of your wine.

Cillian squeezed your thigh as he laughed "sorry mate, stole your girl" Finn rolled his eyes "you're both unbelievable" he chuckled turning to catch up with Ella.

***

You were laying in the bed, in the apartment Cillian used for when he was filming in Manchester.

Cillian had been in the kitchen for a while, you'd managed remove your make up, get into your pyjamas and chucked your hair into a messy bun.

Finally he was pushing through the door, two glasses of champagne in his hands. "Thought we could celebrate alone" he mused, kicking the door closed gently behind him.

He handed you the glass, "you gave me this a few hours ago" you giggled holding your hand out to him.

He caught it bringing it up to his lips kissing the knuckle above the engagment ring "I know, and you agreed to marry me" he slipped under the duvet, tapping his glass against yours "can't wait for you to be my wife" he confessed.

You moved closer to him "can't wait for you to be my husband, Mr Murphy" you took a small sip from the glass, the bubbles popping against your lips.

Cillian shifted under the covers, his free hand palming over himself over his boxers, you laughed lightly "You like that huh?" he took your glass placing it on the bedside table.

As he turned round he pulled you into him, kissing you "Mr Murphy sounds amazing coming from your mouth" he sighed nipping down your neck, hand moving under your cami top, cupping at your bare breast.

You're fingers brushed over the harsh shaved sides of his head, this was the first time you'd seen his iconic Tommy haircut in person, It was hot, when he'd first FaceTimed you he'd been grumbling about how much he hated it.

"This hair" you almost groaned, pressing your thighs together, he dropped his head into the dip between your breasts.

Letting out a deep laugh against your skin "not you as well" he looked up at you, biting at your lip

"it's really hot Mr Murphy" you batted your eyes lashes as he moved up to devour your lips with his.

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a-sour-nectarine · 3 years

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The memories froze him. He didn't realize that Obi-Wan was calling his name, increasingly urgent, or that the water had reached his hips. It was cold, not as cold as it had been back on Kamino, but still just above freezing. He could almost imagine the crimson light of the clock, the sneering face of the trainer. The trainer hadn't been inherently cruel, but years of torturing little boys did something to the psyche.

So Cody suspected, at least.

Finally, a cry of "Cody!" woke him from his reverie. Obi-Wan was sobbing on the other side of the chamber, in a way Cody have never seen him cry, hand gripping his hair tightly enough to stretch the skin above his ear.

The water was up to his chest now, and rising fast, and the panic was still tight in his chest, but he made himself look Obi-Wan in the eyes. Before he did though, he caught his own gaze. His face was smooth in the crystal, no scar marring his temple. He absently wondered how anyone would be able to tell who he was, stuck in a child's body with no scar.

Notes:

Everyone shut up, I was supposed to post this last night, but I fell asleep. I am aware that it's Monday. Don't want to hear it.

This is my fourth and final submission for Codywan Week 2021! I really tried to do all seven days, but for my first ever event like this, I don't think I did too bad.

Prompt is an alt, Sith/Jedi Artifact Shenanigans.

"Um, commander?"

"What, Waxer?" Cody said irritably, blinking sleep out of his eyes. Day three in the remains of this stupid temple, and Cody, General Kenobi, Waxer, Boil, and six shinies, all yet to be named, had been grating on each other's nerves nonstop.

"You might want to... um... check in a mirror."

"Lieutenant, unless you have a mirror with you, that's not gonna happen."

"I just, um. Hold on. I'll take a picture, send it to your HUD."

Seconds later, said picture showed up in front of Cody's eyes. "Oh, Force."

A sleepy voice from the back of the room piped up. "Force what?"

Cody removed his helmet and shared a look with Waxer. That was not a brother, but it didn't quite sound like the General either, meaning....

"Hey, General, you might wanna come over here." Waxer shrugged at Cody as he called out. Sure enough, the figure making it's way over to them was not the General, or, at least, not the General they were used to. He looked like a cadet.

Well, so did Cody, so who was he to judge?

"Oh, Cody!" Obi-Wan exclaimed once he noticed the commander's state. He didn't seem to be able to stop the smile pulling at his mouth.

"Ah-ah, speak for yourself, General."

Obi-wan squinted down at his robes, which were the same as the ones he went to sleep in. He was drowning in them, looking only slightly less ridiculous than Cody did in his oversized armor. "Well, this is unfortunate."

Boil snorted. "Maybe one of you is small enough to fit through that hole now.

The General lit up. "Brilliant, Boil. Someone boost me up."

Boil snorted again, but followed him to the far wall. It had been pretty destroyed in the explosion, though still pretty effective in keeping the ten of them trapped. But maybe, now that Cody and Obi-Wan were smaller...

"Wait, wait, we aren't going to address the fact that we are– small? What caused it?"

Obi-Wan's lips quirked up in a smile, and Cody noticed how much more expressive he was when clean-shaven. "Well, I suspect it was caused by the artifact that also triggered the explosion that trapped us here. So, personally, I'd rather worry about it later." He held up the small slate of rock, carved with languages none of them could read.

Cody gaped for a second. That was pretty good thing to say if Obi-Wan wanted all the men to immediately lose faith in either himself or Cody. They had never disagreed in front of the troops, no matter how minor the issue. Equally unusual, he felt the urge to snap back. It was like he was four all over again— Oh. He was, wasn't he?

"Alright, but if you make it through, expect me to follow."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Obi-Wan chirped, grinning like he had just won some huge award.

Turned out that they both did fit, though Cody had to get shoved through and his shoulders got a little scraped up. But it was worth it for the first breath of fresh air outside.

Obi-Wan turned to him, eyes wide, and laughed. "I was honestly not positive that would work."

Cody couldn't help but join him in his laughter, breathless and a little manic, before a voice called out from inside the rubble.

"Will you two grow up and go find a damn signal?"

That was definitely Boil, no one else would speak like that to their COs, even if their COs were children. Cody couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, yeah, old man. We're going." Cody really was just content with losing all respect, wasn't he. Eh, he was four, he was allowed to be petulant. Besides, he doubted that the eight people still trapped under the debris would be telling anyone else. Not because he trusts them, hells no, but because the situation was almost as embarrassing for them as it was for him and Obi-Wan. After all, they were the ones whose shebs would be saved by children.

Obi-Wan held out his hand, and Cody took it without a second thought, not that he had time to. The Jedi took off the second he had a hold on Cody's fingers. They ran up to the closest hill they could find and surveyed the landscape. Nothing but red grass and blue flowers and crumbling old ruins as far as the eye could see. It was almost beautiful.

Until it started raining.

A couple of light drops of water was all the warning they got before the sky opened, absolutely soaking them immediately. Cody groaned and took off again–-still attached to Obi-Wan–-towards the nearest gray, stone building that looked like it still had a ceiling. As soon as they made it inside, they heaved out twin sighs of relief. The building wasn't completely waterproof, but it was good enough. They made their way into the middle of the floor, where there was the least amount of leakage, and Cody shook himself savagely. The rain outside was not slowing, in fact, it seemed to only get heavier as time went on. Lightning flashed every few seconds. The thunder was constant, but could barely be heard over the sound of the rain.

And then the walls came down.

Not "came down," as in they fell. "Came down," as in a separate set of walls dropped in from the soggy ceiling, completely (and separately) entombing Cody and the General. The walls were some kind of clear glass or crystal, faceted and almost completely transparent. The wall between them had gaps in it, sort of decoratively symmetrical.

"Uhh, Commander?"

"Yeah, sir, I noticed." Cody pounded on the wall, and it didn't even crack. Not glass, then. His enhanced strength would have taken care of glass that thick, child body or no.

In spite of the situation, Obi-Wan giggled, his voice echoing oddly from the other side of the crystal. "Cody, please don't call me "sir," it feels strange. I'm eleven."

"How can you possibly know how old you are?"

"No scar on my thumb. I rub it when I'm nervous, but right now there's nothing to rub."

"How do you know you aren't– I dunno, nine?"

"Just a guess, I suppose. I feel too tall to be nine. You, on the other hand, look younger than that."

Cody quickly crunched the numbers in his head. "S'pose that would make sense, if it's relative. I'm developmentally about 10 years younger than you. Twenty-four to thirty-five, eight to eleven."

"You're ignoring the fact that we are trapped."

"Yes, I am."

"That doesn't change the situation."

"I'm aware. But, as previously stated, I am eight years old. Four, actually. I'm trying not to panic. How are you calm?"

"Oh, I'm not. I'm actually fighting off a panic attack, if I am to be frank. This is almost exactly how Qui-Gon died, with me trapped on the other side of a ray shield. I just keep talking because it seems to distract me."

Cody cursed himself. He knew that, and it should have occurred to him that this was probably Obi-Wan's worst nightmare. He kicked his feet along the bottom of the wall, and noticed a particularly concerning fact. The crystal was growing. Not just randomly growing, it seemed to be specifically growing to cover the holes in the wall, creeping up and up. And, as if that wasn't worrisome enough, Cody's feet were wet. Not from the rain, but from the water seeping up from the floor. It was rapidly climbing higher, just a little below the level of growing crystal. The sound was rather pleasant, Cody noted, but he also noted that Obi-Wan's side of the little prison was completely dry.

The irony was not lost on him. And the irony was pretty kriffed up.

And it got worse once Obi-Wan noticed. The Jedi just let out a hysterical little laugh, and started pacing. "Wow, how wonderful."

"Hey, Ge–Obi-Wan, it's okay. It's okay. It's really slow."

Obi-Wan stopped pacing and stretched his hand through a hole at shoulder height, yet to be covered. Cody didn't even think before he grabbed the boy's (man's?) hand.

"It'll be okay," He repeated. "I'm fine."

The water was about knee high now, and the row of crystals at shoulder height were starting to close off. Cody pushed Obi-Wan's hand back just before the crystal could trap it there, and Obi-Wan let out a pained sound, pressing up against the wall. It hurt Cody. Hurt him more that being trapped, than the memories he had at this age, the memories that this water chamber was starting to dredge up.

Watching his brothers take their turns in the tank, none coming out conscious. "It's for your training," the longnecks had said. It felt like torture to Cody. Though, he supposed, maybe that was the point. It's hard for torture to frighten you if you have already experienced worse.

His turn now, he pulled on the breathing mask and stepped into the tank. It started filling up from the tubes in the sides, and the cold water shocked him a little. He watched the blinking, red light outside on the wall, until it counted up to three minutes. As soon as it hit three, he took a deep breath and shoved the mask off his face, and the clock started counting down again. Could he make it?

No. He woke up later in the medbay.

Like he always did.

So Cody suspected, at least.

"It's alright," he said as the water carried him up, up, toward the top of the chamber. It wasn't nearly far enough away.

"I'll be fine," he called as he felt his head press against the ceiling. Too soon.

"I'm okay," he lied, then took a deep breath, right before the water covered his mouth and nose.

The clock ticked down, 2.59, 2.58, 2.57...

He sank back down, keeping his eyes open and on the crying boy leaning on the wall. Cody smiled and pressed his hand against the crystal.

1.46, 1.45, 1.44, 1.43...

Obi-Wan frantically pushed his own hand against Cody's through the wall. His other fist pounded at the crystal, to no avail. Cody's lungs were starting to burn.

1.03, 1.02, 1.01...

Cody's vision got darker, but he kept his gaze on Obi-Wan. Through the water, he looked distorted, but his eyes were unmistakable. Blue, bright with tears, creased with grief. Cody thought that it had been a while since he had seen those eyes smile. He hoped they would again, maybe after the Wars. Long after Cody was gone. He hoped this wouldn't break Obi-Wan beyond repair. His gaze really did go black now, and the clock in his memory blinked just twice more.

0.01, 0.00.

He felt a satisfied smile pull on his lips. He made it.

~~~~~~~~

Obi-Wan saw Cody's eyes close, and he cried out. "Cody! Stay with me!"

He couldn't ask that of him. It was selfish and impossible. But Obi-Wan felt so small, so helpless. It was just like when Qui-Gon had died, and he could do nothing. Nothing.

"Not nothing," a voice chided. "You can change it, this time."

A different voice swirled around him. "He must learn."

The first voice pressed in. "This will only break him. You are strong, child. Use it."

The soft voice was right. If he lost Cody right now, he would shatter. There would be no Obi-Wan Kenobi to put together, not like there had been last time. He would never come back. Maybe that was what the Code aimed to prevent when it forbade attachments. He had never been good at staying away from those he loved.

But there was no way to get to Cody.

"The power. It is yours to use, young one. Focus it."

"What power?!" He yelled, sounding like a child, even to his own ears. He was a child, actually. No response. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and placed his hands on the crystal wall, tears slipping down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. And he focused. It was like meditating, but more. He felt it. Power. Flowing through his very being. That was what the voice meant. It felt like an ocean, pushing and pulling at him, flowing through him. He waited, waited....

And pushed.

The crystal around him shattered. Shattered like Obi-Wan, because he surged forward and Cody was in his arms and he was him again, filling out his armor, scar across his temple but he was still and cold. Obi-Wan lowered Cody to the ground, brushing the shards of crystal away with his mind, and cried again. "Cody, Cody please. Wake up." He gulped in a breath of air. "Commander, wake up! That's and order!" And he used the power and he pushed the water out of Cody's lungs, but he still didn't stir. He heart had all but stopped, and he wasn't breathing. Obi-Wan used the power again and gathered the Force around Cody's lungs, breathing for him, in--out--in--out--in--

That's when Obi-Wan noticed the crystal in his hand. He would have dismissed it, thrown it with the rest of the shards of crystal littering the floor around him, if not for the glow.

"It is for him. This was as much his trial as it was yours."

The sense of desperation flooded him again, and he fought back tears. What use would Cody have for the crystal if he was dead? But he pressed it to the commander's chest anyway.

"Cody, don't leave. Please wake up. You have to wake up."

And then it was like Cody had heard him, because he coughed and shivered. Obi-Wan released his grip on the Force, because he didn't need it anymore, because Cody was breathing on his own. He squeezed his eyes shut and the scar on his temple stretched. Obi-Wan sobbed in relief and pressed a kiss to Cody's forehead, because he was alive, and they had passed whatever test they had been given, and they were alive.

And that would do for now. That would be enough until they had to go find help, until they had to get the squad out, until they found someone who could help.

Because Obi-Wan was not going to lose anyone today.

#codywanweek2021 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #there were many external factors that influenced this fic #its far from my best work #but kinda interesting at least

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kyouxa · 3 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Kino (Story 12)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Place: Abandoned house — Inside

Kino: Wait, how long are you planning on sleeping anymore? Wouldn’t it be considerable to get up now?

Yui: (Uwah… !)

Kino-kun… !

(Eh? H-Here? Oh, yeah. I really did go back to sleep…)

Kino: You really had the nerve to shamelessly continue to sleep like a log in your situation. Looks as if you’re really the sleeping beauty.

Yui: G-Good morning...

Kino: It’s not that early anymore. Well, since you just woke up I guess there’s nothing weird about saying that though.

Your stomach must be pretty empty too, right? Aight, here’s your meal. It’s once again being bread.

Yui: Ah, that’s good enough. Thank you.

(..... ! Since he’s being so polite about me having my meal, does that mean it’s time for him to eat too… !?)

Kino: Ahh, I wish I brought in more konpeito than that. I have nothing that I could possibly want to eat anymore.

I wonder… is there really not something I could eat?

Yui: (But I’d rather avoid blood sucking right after I got up! I have to try and keep avoiding it!)

Kino-kun, do you want bread too?

Kino: Hah? I’m good, since I’m going to suck your blood at least.

Yui: B-But, won’t you get tired of it if you keep sucking my blood all the time like you do?

*Kino gets closer*

Kino: I could never. There can’t be anything better than blood for a vampire, don’t you think… ?

You see, I’ll start sucking from here… Nn…

*Kino kisses Yui*

Yui: ...Ah

(He kissed my neck… just like he did yesterday, he might really thrust his fangs into my body from this place forward)

Kino: Fufu, are you perhaps hoping for it already? The sweet smell just got stronger after all. See, your pulse is rising...

Yui: Uwah… !

(He’s tracing my neck down… this is not good, if this continues, he’ll definitely end up sucking my blood… !)

Kino: Say, you want it too, don’t you? If so, I’ll do it without holding back.

Choices

1) I might collapse again (white) ♡♡♡

2) Stop his attempt (black)

— I might collapse again♡

Yui: But I’m still anemic right now… besides, I might also end up collapsing right again after the blood sucking...

Kino: ...How boring. Guess I’m really not able to enjoy myself if you do faint.

Yui: (Hooray, I think he gave up!)

— Stop his attempt

Yui: I won’t let you do that. I’m already being fed up after all…

Kino: Wow, what a cold response. These recent two, three days you’ve been awfully out of it, y’know?

Yui: (But this is only Kino-kun’s fault… !)

end Choices

Kino: Ahh, I lost motivation anyway. I’ll stay away from sucking your blood, for now at least.

*Kino backs off*

Yui: O-Okay. Thank you.

(Well, I guess it’s strange for me to thank him for that)

(But on the other hand I feel sorry for him not being able to have a proper meal now…)

(I wish I could at least give him something to eat instead of blood… ah, that’s right!)

This bread is really delicious, right? You can have half of it if you want to.

Kino: So is this you showing mercy to me or are you just humiliating me now?

Yui: Don’t say it like that. I know human food is still a great thing for vampires every now and then, right?

I just thought this would be a nice change of pace.

Kino: And that’s seriously the only reason? ...Well, guess I’ll eat it then.

Yui: Is it delicious?

Kino: It’s normal.

Yui: I-I see.

Hmm… I should’ve brought some konpeito with me when I left the mansion...

(Isn’t there anything sweet here? Umm, I mean, they’re for the sake of enjoying yourself while eating any, right?)

(Then, in Kino-kun’s case, he isn’t able to enjoy it unless it’s konpeito?)

(Konpeito… stars… that’s right… !)

Hey, I know we don’t have any konpeito here anymore, but why don’t we look at the stars in the night sky instead?

Kino: Hah? What are you talking about? It’s impossible to see them in this forest.

Yui: But still, we might be able to see them if we go outside.

Come on, let’s go outside for a bit, don’t you think that could be a change of pace as well?

*Yui drags Kino outside*

Kino: Ah… wait!

Place: Abandoned house — Outside

Yui: (... I think it was a quite good idea to pull Kino-kun forcibly out of there…)

But the trees really are a little in the way, you can’t see anything.

Kino: That’s exactly what I said.

Yui: S-Sorry...

(Even though it didn’t appear that way, the trees are still all overgrown with leaves. Like this you can hardly see the stars or even the night sky)

(Uhh… I think my plan failed. I guess Kino-kun must be angry, right?)

Kino: …..

Yui: (Eh? He’s looking up. But he can’t possible see anything other than leaves as well)

Kino-kun… ?

Kino: ...Look, here. Konpeito does look similar to the stars, don’t you think?

Yui: Eh?

Kino: When I first saw them in my life, I thought that multicolored stars fell down from the sky.

But even after I figured that those are just ordinary clumps of sugar, the image I had back then never disappeared.

It’s like you’re having your own star, and you feel really satisfied when eating it.

Yui: You must really like stars, right?

Kino: I love them. After all, the stars… they always gave me guidance back then.

Yui: The stars gave you guidance… ?

(I wonder what he means by that exactly? I don’t know exactly what, but…)

Kino: …..

Yui: (When I see Kino-kun’s face looking up like that… he does seem lonely…)

(This is the first time I see his face looking like that. Yuri-san… I wonder if he would be comfortable if she was here)

(Even though everything is overgrown above us, there’s still a chance to see them. And even if we can’t see them, there are always gaps in between the leaves)

(But when looking in Kino-kun’s eyes, it feels as if the stars are being reflected…)

???: Asshole, stop bullshitting me!

Yui: Kyaa!?

Eh… that voice was...

Kino: You can hear it coming from the forest. I guess someone’s fighting there.

Yui: (Fighting? No way… !)

Place: Forest — Wide area

Ayato: Before I’ll go snatch Eve, I guess I’ll have to first of all knock you down!

Subaru: Hah! To hear that shit from someone like you, guess I´ll have to shut that annoying mouth!!

*swords clash*

Yui: (No! It’s Ayato-kun and Subaru-kun!? And they’re… crossing swords with each other!?)

Even though all the suspicions were cleared up and the atmosphere of each house returned to be calm...

Kino: The private matter might’ve calmed down, but it seems as if the battle between every house has finally started.

Yui: Such… we have to stop them somehow!

Kino: That’s impossible. You can’t easily join and end such an intense fight between them like you think you can.

I have no intention of stopping them, it’s rather convenient for me to see the Sakamaki’s fighting like that.

Yui: Convenient… why would you say something like that… ?

Kino: Because, if they disappear, there would be less hindrances in my way. That would be convenient, right? It would be an advantage for me to become the next successor to the throne, don’t you think?

Yui: ...But they’re not nuisances in your way.

Just why do you see your siblings like obstacles from the very beginning… ?

Kino: Because they are. If those guys were outta the way, the powers would only belong to me.

Yui: But you can’t do that, there needs to be another method, isn’t there!?

I know you just want to get approval from everyone in the Sakamaki family! You want them to know that you’re suitable for the king's throne!

Kino: And because of that, I’ll give them no choice but to force them to surrender to get his strength.

Yui: You can’t do that!

Kino: But there’s simply no one who recognized someone for nothing.

Yui: You don’t know that!

Kino: ...Nn, how cheeky you are.

Yui: (Kino-kun’s getting angry again. But I can’t stop just because of that now)

I’ve been with Kino-kun for such a long time now, and I’m finally starting to understand a little about you

And in reality, you just want someone to recognize you, isn’t that it?

Kino: ….. !!

Yui: For that reason, the easiest thing for them to understand is to become the successor of Karlheinz-sama.

If you would get his absolute power and position, everyone would have no other choice but to admire you.

Kino: Shut up…

Yui: Isn’t it that you’re treating everyone in the Sakamaki family like hindrances because you’re jealous of them?

Because unlike you, they’ve been recognized by others and lived surrounded by people from the very beginning—

Kino: Shut up!!

*Kino grabs her*

Yui: Agh… ugh...

(He grabbed my neck… can’t breath…)

Kino: Don’t speak to me as if you know me. I hate nothing more than sympathy and lies.

I don’t need to feel your pity just because I was reduced to poverty!

Yui: I don’t… feel sympathy… I just—

Don’t like that Kino-kun feels… lonely...

Kino: ….. !

*Kino releases Yui*

Yui: Ngh… ! Haa… Haa… !

(Did he really let me go… ?)

Kino: Now I had to waste unnecessary energy. I really don’t have to deal with your bullshit.

Yui: Kino-kun… but, I really—

Kino: I’ll tell you what… shouldn’t you stop them before continuing to grovel like that?

*swords clash*

Subaru: Asshole, you really have the nerve!?

Yui: ...That’s right, Ayato-kun and Subaru-kun!

Kino: Hey, why don’t we play a game? Like this, you could stop them.

Yui: Eh… ?

Kino: If you’re interested, you better listen to me. I want you to do it your way, make those Sakamaki guys recognize me like I want them to.

If you succeed with that, I’ll lend you a hand.

Yui: Nn, that is…

*swords clash*

Yui: (For me to enter such an intense battle, for that…)

(But I want Kino-kun to know that I meant what I said. I guess there’s no other way but to enter this fight… !)

Kino: Fufu… it serves them right that they have to fight against their very own siblings like that. I wonder if I should take a picture of that.

Yui: (...His smartphone? Yes, with this I can do it!)

I’m sorry, Kino-kun. You need to lend me that real quick!

*Yui steals Kino’s phone*

Kino: Wait, what are you doing!? Give that back!

Yui: I’ll return it to you later!

*Yui runs off*

Kino: Wha… just what are you thinking?

Are you seriously going head towards it? Are you dumb!?

Yui: (Kino-kun used the phone on his storage — and he said he remembered everything after he saw the photos)

(If that’s the case, if I show the pictures to them, they should easily get their memories back as well… !)

*swords clash*

Ayato: Goddamn, you’re so fucking annoying! Just get the hell out of here!

Subaru: Ah? That should be my line!

Yui: Haa, Haa… Ayato-kun, Subaru-kun!

Subaru: ...Huh? What does Eve do in a place like this?

Ayato: It’s nice that you took the long way to come here. That actually saved the trouble of kidnapping you. Now, come this way!

Yui: Kyaa!? W-Wait, Ayato-kun! Please let me talk first—

Ayato: You’re being so noisy already. If you stay obedient, I’ll take you to the mansion as things are now!

Subaru: I won’t let that happen! I don’t care about the supreme ruler title, but I’m not making the mistake of letting an asshole take her away like that!

Yui: (It’s no use, they’re not listening to me. If I want to stop the fight between the two of them, I’ll have to—)

Be quiet already! You must really not have any manners if you make me shout!!

Subaru & Ayato: !?

Yui: (Reiji-san’s style of bringing back silence actually worked! Now—!!)

*Yui taps smartphone*

Yui: Please look at the building that’s projected on this smartphone!

Ayato: W-What? What’s that?

Yui: This is the mansion where everyone lives in!

Subaru: Just what the heck are you talking about? The mansion where each of us lives doesn’t look like this.

Yui: That’s what you think, but in reality those aren’t the mansions you live in. This one here is everyone’s real home.

In Kaminashi city — this is the mansion of the Sakamaki family.

Ayato: ...Sakamaki… ?

*weird sound*

Ayato: Nn… what the…

Subaru: Shit… suddenly my head… it feels giddy...

Yui: (I showed them a photo of the Sakamaki family’s mansion. If they remember with this—)

Ayato: Kch… Eve, what kind of view did you show me just now!?

Yui: ….. !?

(No way… he’s still calling me Eve… why isn’t he getting his memories back?)

Ayato: I don’t get what I just saw, but how dare you have the nerve to disarrange me like that?

Yui: (This is not good, it didn’t work… I have to run away real quick… !)

Subaru: Tch, stay right there!

Yui: (Nn, I can’t escape if I’m being surrounded by both of them like that!)

(I really thought this would work out just fine. Why didn’t it work… !?)

Kino: I like that kind of pampering suffering. After all there was no strategy behind whatever you tried to achieve.

Yui: Eh… ?

Kino: Let her go, you small fish!

*Kino uses magic*

Yui: Kyaaa!?

Ayato: Ngh!? What was that!?

Subaru: Tch, are those the powers Kou told me to be cautious about around Kino… !?

Yui: (Kino-kun’s magical powers ended up pulling Ayato-kun and Subaru-kun away…)

Kino… kun. Did you come to help me… ?

Kino: After all that trouble we went through with the Sakamakis, what do you think you're doing? Now, gimme my phone back.

This won’t do it, these guys need a way stronger impetus than the one you showed them… ah, this one for example.

*Kino taps smartphone*

Kino: C’mon, I know you remember this. The dear old home you lived in.

Ayato & Subaru: !?

Yui: (This is the castle in the demon world!?)

Ayato: Ngh, kch… aghhhhh

Subaru: Agh… my head, it hurts… aghhhhhhhh!

Yui: Ayato-kun, Subaru-kun! What should I do, Kino-kun, both of them are… !

Kino: It’s fine, this is not a big deal. This is the normal reaction of someone having their memories return to themselves.

These guys must have been really traumatized by this castle, huh?

Did you now remember everything after looking at this?

Subaru: Haa… Haa…

Yui: Nn, Subaru-kun! Are you okay!?

Subaru: It feels as if my head got smashed… damn, getting those memories back is some real uncomfortable shit.

Yui: As if your head… got smashed… ?

Ayato: Haa… Haa… for fucks sake, the least thing I wanted to remember now was that old hag’s face!

Yui: ….. ! Ayato-kun!

Ah… do you know who I am?

Subaru: What are you talking about, silly?

Ayato: The only woman who could have such flat breasts is only Chichinashi herself.

Yui: ….. !

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: (They’re back. Both of them have their memories back!!)

I’m so happy… it worked out. Both of you really remember… Nn

Subaru: H-Hey, what are you crying for now? Did something happen?

Yui: T-That’s, um… it would be a little difficult to explain that...

Ayato: Then explain the situation as easy-to-understand as you can! Chichinashi!

Yui: (The way he called me... I’m surprisingly happy to be called like that now)

I’m just glad both of you finally returned back to your usual selves.

I’m happy…

*Yui falls over*

Kino: Uwah! Wait, you!

Yui: Kino… kun…

...Thank you...

Kino: Huh… ?

Monologue

With peace in mind, the moment I tried taking a breath of relief, I collapsed onto the floor.

Perhaps that was because of my body being somewhat anemic, and suddenly reaching its limit.

As my field of vision was starting to become dim, all I could see was Kino-kun catching me in his arms.

Place: Forest — Wide area

Kino: ...She’s sleeping. That probably happened so rashly because of her body already being anemic.

And for me, someone who wanted to only be a spectator, to assist her with her plan...

Even if those guys regained their memories back, they’ll only continue to stay hindrances in my way… and that’s all your fault…

Subaru: Hey, what does all of that mean? Since you’ve apparently been with her together all this time, do you know what’s going on?

Kino: ...I do. More than you guys at least.

Ayato: Why are you even with Chichinashi anyway? Spill it out, what’s happening right now?

Kino: Your memories are still in disorder, it might need some time until you can understand.

Yui: Nn… y-yeah...

Kino: Nn… wait, you can still sleep a little. It’s impossible for you to suddenly get up, you know that you’d fall right over again if you do, right?

Yui: I’m okay… and apart from that, I have to bring back everyone’s memories now...

Ayato-kun, Subaru-kun... I have a request for the both of you.

Ayato: What do you want us to do?

Yui: I want you to call Kanato-kun and Laito-kun here.

We, who are supposed to be enemies, can’t get close to them in any way possible, but you could do that, right… ?

Kino: Hold on a second. What are you thinking about?

Don’t tell me that you want to regain the other four guys’ memories with this method too?

Yui: Of course I want to. I want to have everyone regain their memories again.

This is all thanks to Kino-kun’s data. As long as we have them with us… everyone will be able to remember everything.

Kino: …..

Monologue

Kino-kun ended up reluctantly breaking my talk off, as I was about to lose consciousness again.

It seemed as if the importance of the matter was transmitted to Ayato-kun, although he was still confused.

And like that, we started to gather all the Sakamaki family members to carry out the strategy.

Have everyone get back their memories, and then escape from this place.

And—

Choose a way for the sake of Kino-kun not being left on his own again.

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers translation #chaos lineage translation #chaos lineage #Kino #diabolik lovers kino #kino diabolik lovers #kino sakamaki #kino chaos lineage translation #chaos lineage kino translation #diabolik lovers chaos lineage kino translation #chaos lineage kino #Komori Yui #yui komori

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cybertronian-cupid · 3 years

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ur doin primus's work tysm. would u mind writing some dumb mutual pining between reader and tfa blurr? reader cant believe anybody would ever be drawn to them and blurrs too anxious, but literally everyone else can see it

Mutual pinning eh? *sits down with a bowl of popcorn, grinning* This is so duuuuuuumbbbb JUST KISS ALREADY!

It was great fun writing though, Blurr is such a sweetie ~Gregoria🏩

This was absolutely adorable. Love me some good mutual pining uwu~Mila💟

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His gorgeous blue paint is spotless and he is clearly giving a detailed report to a very confused and overwhelmed Optimus. They sigh for what feels like a millionth time, their fondness only growing as they watch the not-so-secret secret agent pacing and gesturing.

He is so cute.

“So, you and Zippy huh?”

Bee waggles his brows at the human, who’s been staring at the blue speedster ever since he returned from the scouting mission. They throw him a side-eyed glare.

“His name is not Zippy, Bee. Stop calling him that.”

The yellow bot raises his hands in mock surrender: “Fine, fine, I just thought you’d give the bot a nickname by now.”

They squint at him, not sure if this is supposed to be a prank by him and Sari, or if they really are missing something.

“Why would I do that?”

Unexpectedly, Ratchet pipes up from the couch “Kid, you’ve been making goo goo eyes at him all day. Even before that, in fact!"

They sputter "Have not!"

The old medic continues, "And! You nearly asked him on a date that one time,” he grumbles half under his breath, "and he won't shut up about you during his check-ups."

"Why don't you just go to him now?" Bulkhead offers as they shuffle their feet.

"He's… Busy."

Ratchet feels like his age has doubled just from listening to this same excuse time and time again.

"Kid."

"Very busy! His antenna is twitching in that pattern again, see! Which means he's clearly talking about something important! And-" they falter for a moment, sneaking a glance at him and looking away the moment they realize he's looking in their direction too.

"And, well, he's miles out of my league anyway! He's got all this work to do and he'd be better off with someone… Someone… " they don't want to voice their doubts, since the others always laugh and tease them about it.

Don't want to think about what lucky bot will catch the Agents optics and make him smile. What kind of someone he will actually notice.

"Someone who isn't a chicken?" Prowl states, materializing on the scene in that incredible Prowl-way of his.

Ratchet barks out a laugh, while Bulkhead and Bee both let out a half hushed OOOOOOOO.

"What did you just call me?"

Prowl gets close in their face and repeats matter-of-factly,

"A chicken. A domesticated fowl, that you humans associate with cowardice. Does that ring a bell?"

They glare at him, their reflection in his visor only cementing their decision.

"I'll show you chicken," they grumble and start walking towards the other side of the hangar. They are going to get there! And they'll ask Blurr on a date, and NOTHING will stop them.

…..

"Blurr, I think any type of flowers will be fine-"

"But what if they don't like flowers at all but bouquets are the usual way humans court each other, I have, however, also observed they trade each other sweets that can sometimes contain flowers however certain types of these are or should be poisonous to them and yet they still consume them and are fine while the others can seriously injure them so what if they think I am not being sincere and what if they get offended or if the flowers I pick hold the wrong meaning or are a wrong color or whatiftheyareallergicandtheyhaveareactionand-"

"Blurr they aren't allergic, Sari made them a flower crown last week. You can ask her and the professor about what is and isn't harmful to organics."

The race car stops in his tracks, his optics refocusing on the Primes face.

"Oh," he clears his voice box, his movements stilling and his back straightening.

"Well then, thank you for clarifying Optimus Prime, it seems my concerns were unnecessary."

Optimus breathes a sigh, hoping, praying to the Allspark even, that this is going to be it for today. Blurr has been coming to him for advice on how to approach their friend under the guise of submitting reports on Decepticon sightings. At the rate of the information and misinformation both the human media and many contradicting sources provided, the agent managed to work himself up into such a frenzy, Optimus would rather be fighting Decepticons at this rate.

Instead, he has resigned to trying to help the Secret Agent navigate the confusing rituals of Earthling courtship… despite the fact he himself has only learned what he knows from Sari and her own somewhat limited knowledge.

"Why don't you just go and ask them?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean no disrespect, Sir, but unless you go and ask them on 'a date', you won't be able to learn what they like. It will just be guessing."

"I am well aware of that Optimus but I cannot simply walk up to them and go-"

"Hi, umm, Blurr right?"

The Agents head turns in the direction of the voice speaking, and spots the human in question standing a safe distance from Prime and himself. They look so- They are so-

Optimus places a hand on the Agents shoulder plate and squeezes once "I think you can take it from here Agent,"

And just like that, he walks to the other side of the hangar, where the rest of his team is holding their breath, pretending like they aren't paying any attention to the two lovestruck disasters.

With Blurr, staring at them, like a giant blue deer caught in the headlights.

"Hi," shoots past his vocalizer so fast it's barely a word.

"I, well you see I was wondering if," and the human keeps averting their gaze and fidgeting in place, they look adorable, stunning, breathtaking, showstopping, how can an organic make him feel like he's in a high speed chase, like he's soaring through the sky, light on his pedes, head in the clouds. He forgets his left from his right and they make him want to spin and spin and spin in circles with them in his seat so he can hear them laugh when he races and wins for them and they look at him with those precious twinkle in their eyes-

"So, ummm, you've been awfully quiet there… Agent? What, what do you say?"

Scrap, he zoned out again.

His vocalizer clicks on and off as he tries to form a reply, his optics darting anywhere but the human before him.

"Well, you see, I, well I cannot recall what you've told me because your eyes are incredibly distracting and I mean this in the best of ways, they are very pretty, the way the light reflects in them when you stand in the sunlight makes my joints want to buckle from how lovely and handsome and cute and adorable and gorgeous and and and, and you are making my processor spin with the many associations it connects with you, so I may not recall what you've said, but I would very much like to ask you out on a date so. Will you go out on a date with me? "

Blurr wanted to convey all this in a way they would be able to understand him, while he somewhat calms his own nerves.

Instead, what made it past his vocalizer was a very fast, pitched up ringing. He slapped a servo over his mouth, energon rushing to his cheeks. They make him act like a foolish cadet!

“Is that, er, yes?”

#tfa blurr #Tfa blurr x reader #mutual pining #Transformers animated #Tfa #Tfa scenario

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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Klaus Hargreeves x Powered Reader

-Watch and Learn-

Warnings: buffoonery ensues, fun times

This gif is beautiful and represents the reader v well.

Masterlist

Do you realize shoplifting is bad, yes. Are you about to do it on a dare, also yes. You see, Klaus has been up to no good recently, you put it up to his desperation for your complete and undivided attention.

For about a month you were over in Australia visiting an old friend, and your poor Klaus was left all alone to fend for himself, for 30 whole days. You were honestly surprised that your apartment didn’t burn down, or look incredibly trashed with random street cats walking around it.

Amazingly enough, everything was intact, but oh man did Klaus miss you. For the first day he wouldn’t even leave your side. The two of you laying on the couch and Klaus couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that you minded, he was needy and very handsy that night. So let’s just say, no movie watching was happening.

But back to your current situation, here you are outside a high end clothing store, and you’ve never been more ready in your whole life.

“Remember the goal Y/N, some shiny bracelets, sunglasses, a pricy pricy shirt, and something special for, muah.” Klaus purred sweetly in your ear trying to throw you off, but you remain unflinching and determined.

“Piece of cake, this will be a record haul.” You tell him with a mischievous smirk as he grins back at you.

The two of you casually walk into the store, you’ve put on your long blonde wig and dark sunglasses to better conceal your identity if things did in fact go south. Klaus didn’t try much to disguise himself as he walked in looking like some carefree wanderer, but then again, he’s the distraction.

He walks to the nearest group of employees and begins an over dramatic display of fascination for a certain hat that is laying a top a mannequins head. You make a beeline for the jewelry, finding your prize and nonchalantly sliding them into your inner jacket pocket. Easy money. Next you practically glide over to the sunglasses, looks around you before snatching your favorite pair, ripping off the tag and placing them casually into your coats inner pocket. Yours now.

You scan the store for the shirt isle, easily enough your eyes land down an isle to your left where you let out muffled snort. Klaus now has dark glassed Harry Potter looking specs as well as a fancy cowboy type hat. All in all he looks relatively good, like a sexy desert traveler who’s about to steal some hearts. A smile forms onto your face as you briefly watch him keep up his dramatic act of being the best shoplifting distraction you could have asked for.

Turning back to the pricy isle of shirts that altogether probably cost more then your car, well that is if you actually payed for it. You continue forward, your eyes scanning over the silk and leather fabrics, over ones encrusted with jewels and animal fur that you’re hoping is just fux fur. Your keen eyesight finally stills onto a gorgeous Gucci sweater that practically screams take me. You glance up and find where the nearest security cameras are, spotting them, you pull your attention back to the task at hand. You run your hands down the sleeves and swiftly tug, the sweater comes off the rack and makes a quick descent towards the polished tiled ground.

As sly as a fox you kneel onto the tiled floor, picking it up and sliding it into your coat where it’s completely hidden from any prying eyes that might not be minding their own business. With a smirk you stand up, taking the empty rack and calmly sliding on a new sweater that you found at the local thrift store, that’s been patiently waiting for its next clothing rack. You turn down the isle watching Klaus sweet talk an employee who seems to be under his little spell. You can’t help it when your jaw clenches in subconscious jealousy, you know it’s all for show but still, only you get that adorable smile and emerald eyes that at least they can’t see due to his current fashion statement.

Shaking those thoughts away, you ground yourself again to what you and Klaus actually came here for. Now to find something special for your man, scanning over the brightly lit store your eyes widen in excitement at the beautiful jewel encrusted golden snake necklace that only queens of Egypt should be allowed to possess. You coolly walk over to the necklace, your nerves racing in a bustle of excitement as you make it to the glass case that surrounds it. You shift your eyes once to the left and then once to the right, surveying the area for any intruders. No ones in the nearest proximity due to Klaus’ amazing ability to draw in a crowd practically anywhere.

“Oh and look at you, Klaus is gonna love you, not as much as me but hmm you are one beautiful snake.” You whisper to the glimmering metal hiding behind the stores attempt at a security precaution. Reaching out your hand you simply use your power and defy the laws of what humans should be able to do. Your hand phases through the see through glass where you promptly pick up the dazzling trinkets made for royalty. You silently stick it into your bra and turn around, making your way down the isle and towards Klaus and his crowd of high end retail workers.

You walk past him and give him a wink, he takes the subtle hint, says his goodbyes and trails after you towards the doors. You slow down your pace so he can catch up, a sudden arm slings over your shoulders as he kisses the side of your cheek.

“My dear you would not believe what a bunch of kiss-asses those guys are. Enough to match Luther honestly.”

“Well you seemed to be handling them just fine from what I could see.”

“Huh yeah, they thought my tattoos where interesting.”

“They did, didn’t they.”

“Ohhh were you...were you, gettin a lil jealous Y/N?”

“What? Jealous of a couple of blonde bimbos, you need your eyes checked babe.” Klaus lets out a laugh as he opens the stores door for you. You avoid eye contact, your frustration slowly building until he reaches for your open hand. The contact and the way that he leans into your side instantly calming your agitation once again.

“Alright fine. That was admittedly mean and unnecessary, and yeah okay I was a tad bit jealous...but come on Klaus. You make me feel things.”

“Aww Y/N you’re so cute, my little thief. So watcha get?”

“Oh some of this some of that. I’ll show you when we get back to the apartment. I’m gonna have to come back later and destroy the security footage.”

“Oh right, that silly thing those pricey stores like to do. Security cameras.”

“Ruining fun for burglers since they were invented by some paranoid prick.”

“Eh they have their uses.” Suddenly his attention snaps over to a hotdog vendor further down the sidewalk, “Oh hey, you want a street sausage...and I’m not talking about mine..ah Jesus Y/N I was kidding don’t hit me.”

“Klaus.”

“You have a strong arm. It was a serious question before you assaulted me.”

“Babe we have stuff that’s worth more then the building we live in. We should just go home, we have leftover Thai in the fridge.” Klaus abruptly halts the both of you, shifting your body so he can rest his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes, his face shifting into a pleading expression.

“But my tum tum is grumbling...listen to it Y/N...it says feed me or I’ll die of hunger.”

“Wow I didn’t realize you could speak stomach. Klaus you are truly full of surprises.” You deadpan with lack of facial movement but a low sigh coming from your parted lips.

“Do not antagonize me woman this is serious.” He gives you the biggest and most adorable puppy eyes, trying with all of his might to sway you to the dark side. You roll your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. His eyes go wide in excitement, knowing he’s won you over with his usual Klaus charm.

“My lovely lady, you are a gem among the city sewage.”

“Thanks Klaus. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“That’s what I do babes.” Replies Klaus with a quick kiss to your lips before he drags you over to the vendor, that admittedly smells quit delicious if you’re being honest. He orders a simple dog for the both of you, actually paying for it himself to your great astonishment. Then he slathers his in toppings as you select a few of your own, then it’s through the city park to reach your apartment. The two of you and your concealed stolen goods, walking casually down the parks walking trail as you both happily munch on your hotdogs.

“Maybe I have too much on mine.” You have a look at Klaus who’s face is smeared with ketchup and mustard as he fumbles with is already messy napkin while you take another bite from your own hotdog in an attempt at concealing your laughter. “Seriously Y/N, it’s all over my face now, I’m a mess.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Ben don’t laugh..” Whines Klaus with a pout as he glances over at you who’s definitely losing your shit. “Okay fine, it was pretty funny.”

“You walked right into it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well Ben’s about to pee himself if you’d like to know so good job at that.”

“Thank you thank you I’ll be here all night.” You bow to no one in particular as Klaus finishes off the last bit of his hotdog. You hand him your napkin as you throw your dirty ones in the nearby trash can. Klaus doing the same, now looking much less of a mess, both on his face and hands. He swiftly catches up to you and practically throws himself onto you. You stagger to the side as his full weight begins dragging you downward towards the wet pavement, oh no you are not about to have his lanky ass get you all dirty. As a witches cackle escapes from your mouth you use your phasing abilities and a second later your idiot boyfriend has fallen onto the cold cement. He lets out a yelp as his hands reach out to catch his fall, he does a little tumble before sitting on the ground, a annoyed huff leaving his lips.

“Eww Y/N I was in you.” Whines Klaus as he picks himself up once again, you cross your arms and bite your lip in amusement.

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

“That was very different.”

“Yeah well your fatass was about to send me into the dirt. I happen to like this coat and would prefer to keep it looking snazzy.”

“Your snazzy can kiss my buns, I’m going home and then I can be in you...but not in that way.” He quickly adds as he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept his appealing invitation and just like that the two of you make your way out of the park and towards the apartment building where some fun times await.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x you #falcor the luck dragon stories

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enchanted--realm · 3 years

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When Calls the Heart Live Ramples

Season 8 episode 9 Pre Wedding Jitters

That scene in 👏Nathan's 👏office👏 The lines they wrote for Kevin *chef's kiss* perfection. I mean, I still dont like this whole secret reveal thing. I think it's so dumb. Like, ain't no way the writers intended Nathan to have this secret when he first came to the show. I don't think he was suppose to have any secret at all. I mean, this whole, 'There's something he's not telling me' thing came out of nowhere. That aside, the love confession was great, again, and he left Elizabeth speechless again and she ran away, AGAIN. That tells me all I need to know. She cannot deny this man BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM. And if y'all think otherwise than you're delusional.

The game at the bachelorette party. It was obvious from the promo for this episode how this would play out. She reaches for Nathan's hands and thinks he's the one. (I was predicting that she would know it was Nathan and then feel uncomfortable and move on, but that didnt happen. She thought he was Lucas *bleh. Though I was still right in thinking Nathan would be 'the one' during this little game). We like that. I really liked how the party scene lasted longer than I expected. It wasnt even too long of a scene, but it was definitely long for When Calls the Heart. This show really needs to work on it's pacing. Everything happens so fast bc they have to cut to the millions of side plots that happen in every episode. My gosh, would they give us some focus please.

When Lucas came by Elizabeth's house in the morning I enjoyed that they interacted more casually with each other it seemed, at least it did on Elizabeth's part. Just through small details like the way she was casually leaning in the doorframe or her tone of voice. She wasnt so awkwardly polite...but Lucas still was. Lucas is so polite it's uncomfortable. Like I don't feel like anybody could just be themselves around him, bc it's like every meeting has this awkward air of being polite to an acquaintance you dont know well. Ugh it's so weird. I didnt like that Elizabeth told him Nathan's reveal. I feel she should have kept that to herself. Ugh and then Lucas wanted to act all protective and 'talk' to Nathan. Oh please. That is not his place. Elizabeth is obviously the one who needs to talk with Nathan and it's no one else's business what goes in between them, besides Allie of course. And speaking of Allie, I thought her scenes were really good and thoughtful. I still think it was weird that Lucas got her a gift for her adoption ceremony, but whatever we are past that now. I like that her character is being more mature about everything too. I really hope we get a scene where Allie and Elizabeth have their own conversation though. They need it. I'm not sure how I feel about that obvious Paul (Florence's son) having a crush on Allie. It seems that the writers will want them to like each other. I guess it could be cute? It's just a little awkward bc we havent seen this Paul kid around before so it creates a weird air that the only reason he shows up now is to be a school crush for Allie. Eh. Jaeda was great though and I think she did her scenes well.

After Lucas and E talked, I think it's obvious to Lucas that Elizabeth has strong feelings for Nathan and that she's just running away from them. I mean, she told Lucas that when Nathan told her he loves her all she could do was say nothing and just leave. *holds out arms and stares with a 'well, there you have it' expression'* IT DOESNT GET ANY CLEARER THAN THAT. I wonder if the writers will make Lucas step down bc he cant be with someone who will never love him. Idk how Lucas will react honestly, Lucas's character is such a mystery to me I could never know what he would do in a situation that didnt involve setting up a perfectly romantic date or sweet talking someone with an annoyingly, unrealistic, perfectly understanding polite response.

Elizabeth was also super rude to the people she cares about in this episode. The way she talked to Rosemary. First, she didnt like hearing what Rosemary had to say, which implies that she may have been blaming Nathan for Jack's death. That is such a horrible thing to hold against someone. I mean I could understand why she would feel that way but just for a moment. I mean she should understand how completely wrong and irrational that thought process is and that she shouldnt blame Nathan. TWO, then she had the nerve to tell Rosemary something like 'why would you think that comment would help me right now'. Wow Elizabeth. Gee, maybe she's saying the truth and she's also your friend and just trying to talk things through and give her opinion as a way to help you through your difficult situation. God forbid she doesnt say the perfect thing that you needed to hear at that time, she can't read your mind. I thought that was incredibly rude. It hurt to see Rosemary hurt. And then later she told her that she should leave her house. *SCOFF* man, she was really hitting Rosemary hard this episode. If I were in Rosemary's shoes, yes I would be hurt, but I think I would mostly be understanding of what Elizabeth might be going through and not take anything personally. E's lucky that Rose is such a good friend. OH! What Rosemary told Nathan in the library! She totally implied with her little metaphor comparison that Nathan was making Elizabeth unhappy by getting in the way of true love, i.e. Lucas and Elizabeth. I-- wow! Everyone is against this man. I'm so glad that Nathan stands firm. I mean he knows that Elizabeth feels strongly for him based off her reactions to his honesty with her and how she never denies anything and just runs away. I mean, it's plain as day. Let's not forget the *speechless gaze into each other's eyes* 'I can't' from Honestly, Elizabeth.

I think that's it regarding the love triangle. I absolutely despise the Faith and Carson relationship. And I cant believe they made him say, come with me to Baltimore and we can see in a year if we want to get married. That is so dumb. He just asked Faith to drop everything and leave her life in Hope Valley for a 'I might break up with you in a year' situation. Dumb. This is definitely out of character for Carson. It's obvious the writers are just trying to get rid of him and make him not be missed by the audience. They clearly want us to favor Faith, but she couldnt be more annoying honestly. I wish she were leaving and Carson would stay in Hope Valley. But whatever.

I dont like how every side plot seems to be about some couple's budding relationship. I mean aside from the love triangle, we have Florence and Ned, Molly and Bill, Clara and Jesse (though not a budding relationship, it's still all about their relationship) and now Rachel and Christopher and oh yes also Fiona and whoever that guy is and wow I'm still missing Faith and Carson. Thats 6 other romantic relationships in the show (not including the also important one of Rosemary and Lee) and I'm probably leaving one out. Oh yes, now possibly Allie and Paul. 7. Seven relationship side plots!!! Omg I'm going crazy!! They need to learn how to write some actual plot! What happened to town problems and family drama! Thank goodness we have Henry Gowen and his son (cant believe I just complimented that out of nowhere concept but hey) and the oil thing with Lucas and Henry, barely ever a plot line. This show needs better writing. There's no glue holding the town together and even when there is, it's so small or happens so fast that it doesnt have any long lasting and meaningful affect.

If I weren't so invested in Elizabeth's plotline and in need of some wholesome tv, I would have stopped watching a long time ago. Oh and the last thing. The mention of Abigail. I'm so glad Henry mentioned her because she was very important to him and his character growth. His character arc is one of the saving graces of the show and it needs to be given more attention.

Okay in short, Elizabeth was hecka rude, Nathan is wonderful and so was that office scene. We also stan Allie. Next week's episode also looks like a dud and I dont think much will happen.

#when calls the heart live #when calls the heart season 8 #when calls the heart #wcth

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raleighcarrera · 4 years

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Could you do 23 and 27 for Colt?

23. “maybe i’d rather take my time.” 27. “oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

this takes place in the same verse as my fic cliché but you probably don’t need to read that to enjoy it !!

50 NSFW starters

“colt.” her voice is a low-pitched, high-stress whine where she’s standing beside the edge of her bed, the sheets folded and tucked in crisply in a way she always replicated whenever she visited his apartment but that he could never get quite right on his own, leaving him tossing and turning in a bed that felt all wrong when she was gone. “we have twenty minutes.”

he doesn’t lift his head from where he’s busy kissing his way down into the open front of her dress, finally giving in to the urge to slide his tongue along the cleavage that had been tempting him all day. “so?”

ellie sighs breathlessly, her fingers raking through his hair. “so, we need to hurry up.”

“maybe i’d rather take my time.” he smirks, fingers pushing the hem of her dress up her thighs. “we can be late, can’t we?”

“to my own fellowship dinner?” she demands, though her voice is doing that thing he likes, going all high with the words rushed together. “not really, no.”

“come on,” colt needles, walking his fingers in slowly to the insides of her thighs, pushing up under the scrap of lace she calls underwear. “you’re a dr. now. dr. wheeler. you can be tardy just this once, can’t you?”

she’s still wavering. he lifts his head to kiss her, mouth moving passionately against hers. ellie sighs against his lips, but predictably melts into his arms, and when he pulls away she’s pouting at him adorably, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink. “colt,” she whines again, “stop it.”

“stop what?” he asks, though he absolutely knows. his fingers don’t even pause in their pursuit to make her moan, and he’s gratified when his knuckles bump her clit and do just that, the little sigh she gives toeing the line between far too cute and devastatingly sexy. “i just want to congratulate my girlfriend, that’s all.”

ellie tilts her head back to consider him, her eyes narrowing. finally, she directs, “fine. then -- get on your knees.”

now it’s his turn to groan. the hand he’s got on her bare thigh squeezes her skin. “i’ll never understand how you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second.”

and back again. ellie beams at him, so radiantly he has trouble looking directly at her. “it’s a talent. but -- now we only have fifteen minutes.”

“in fifteen minutes i could make you come twice.” she sits down on the edge of the bed and he kneels on the floor before her, sliding his hands up her bare calves. ellie’s apartment -- or, what’s left of her apartment now that she’s graduated and is coming back home to LA -- is quiet save for the sound of her already labored breathing, most of her bedroom packed up into boxes around them except for the essentials: some of her clothes, the makeup on her vanity, and this bed.

it’s hard to be so close to ellie and not think about everything he wants to do to her. it’s been almost impossible for him to keep his hands to himself for most of the weekend -- ellie had finally graduated, yes, and he was so absurdly proud of her, but usually when he flew in to see her they barely left her bedroom, so the amount of socializing they’d done -- celebratory dinners with her father, drinks with the rest of her classmates, tours of her research facility -- was... different, to say the least.

not that he didn’t enjoy all of that, too, in a way. it was kind of nice, the proud way she showed him off to people. like she was the one who was dating a doctor, and not an aimless screw up still struggling to find something to contribute to their relationship other than orgasms and devotion.

she deserved to celebrate this accomplishment however she wanted. but of course he had his preferred methods of congratulating her in mind.

so -- yeah, he’d rather take his time. but he’s determined to make her feel good in the little pockets she’s carved out for the two of them to be together, and she should know how appreciative he is of the fact that she’s set this time aside for them at all.

one of her hands winds into his hair, and colt pushes her skirt up into the other one, closing her fingers around the fabric for her and directing, “hold this.”

with her dress out of the way, he can slip her panties down to the floor, tossing them away carelessly and shifting to sling one leg over his shoulder. his mouth travels slowly up the inside of her thigh, pressing kisses first to her knee and then in a path up to the top, where he can see how wet and ready she already is for him.

“poor ellie,” he murmurs, pressing his fingers between her legs while he works on sucking a bruise into the crease at the top of her thigh, “you’re a little worked up today, huh?”

“shut up.” she squirms slightly on the mattress, her unrestrained leg swinging out to bump into his side. “you know you look so hot in that suit.”

he does. still, he smirks at her, running his hand up the inside of her leg. “i guess you can be as loud as you want,” colt notes thoughtfully, eyes trained on the spot where his fingers are pressing into her cunt, slowly moving in and out. “give your neighbors a special send-off, eh?”

“you’re terrible,” ellie sighs, already a little breathless. her hand winds deeper into his hair, and she presses his face forward insistently. “and, also, your fifteen minutes are dwindling.”

“well -- the goal is to make you lose track of time.” he twists his fingers, eyebrows arching smugly when ellie rocks her hips on them with a moan. “is it working?”

“asshole,” she huffs, which means yes, it is.

he grins, breath ghosting softly over her sensitive skin. his thumb rubs her clit when he gently murmurs, “come on. you’ll never have to see these people ever again. who cares if they hear you come?”

“colt.” that’s a little closer to what he’s looking for, but still not perfect -- she can definitely be louder than that.

his hand falls away to dig into her hip and he finally lowers his mouth, gratified by the immediate yelp that leaves ellie as soon as his tongue first pokes out to taste her.

he doesn’t give her time to adjust -- just licks a slow stripe down the line of her cunt and then closes his lips around her clit and sucks, and after just a moment she’s reached a volume that’s undoubtedly able to be heard in the apartments immediately next door and above hers, if not beyond those, too.

as a reward, he switches from the tauntingly wide, slow swipes of his tongue to something faster and more precise, his movements zeroing in on the spaces he knows she wants him most, his focus narrowing to the nerve endings that are sure to make her scream.

ellie’s body is attuned to even the slightest touch of his fingers, and he loves that about her. she’s always so responsive, so encouraging, so beautiful and soft and sweet under his hands.

“fuck, colt.” she must be wound up, with the way she’s swearing at him today -- but maybe that’s because they’ve spent so much time with her dad, and her classmates, and way too many other people. ellie was always the most relaxed he’d ever seen her when they had time to themselves. she was stunningly, unfairly beautiful when she was calm and laughing and exactly herself, not pretending to be something she thought other people wanted her to be.

she never had to pretend, with him.

and she’s gorgeous like that, now -- loose-limbed and flushed, her hips straining forward urgently and the line of her spine curved off the bed. the comforter is slipping underneath her and her grip on his hair is white-knuckled, tight enough to temper his own arousal and remind him that he’s here, with her, and that this awful back-and-forth they’ve been doing for the last two years -- relying on phone calls and holidays and cheap flights to be together -- is finally coming to an end.

he’s so grateful just to be in the same room as her that he abandons his teasing; colt angles his head and delves his tongue in deeper, giving her exactly what she needs and what she’s begging for so emphatically above him until she’s shaking, her pussy soaked and tightening almost painfully around his fingers when he pushes them back inside her to get her off with practiced ease.

she comes on his face with the loudest moan he’s ever heard, shuddering on the bed, repeatedly gasping his name in a way that makes his head spin (”colt, colt -- colt!”).

he holds still to give her time to adjust, gently dragging his tongue along her folds and letting ellie set the pace; the way she moves above him has him painfully hard where he’s kneeling on the floor.

colt licks his lips when he pulls away, smiling genuinely up at her. ellie’s even prettier like this, a little unsteady and catching her breath, her perfectly curled hair and expertly made up face just ever-so-slightly debauched.

only he will know how they spent the little break before dinner, once they arrive and take their places with the rest of the standouts from ellie’s class.

this is a piece of her that only he is privy to.

ellie reaches for his arm to help pull him up, and colt plant his palms on the edge of the bed to lean over and catch her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself the way he does. she tightens her grip on him and reaches for his belt, though ellie pulls back to glance at his watch face as she does so, and her expression falls.

“shit,” she sighs, fingertips an inch away from the zipper at the front of his pants, “we have to go. we’re going to be late.”

he groans, resisting the urge to push his hips forward into her hands, to tell her he doesn’t give a shit if they’re late, to lock the door and keep her here in her bedroom all night.

this is important to her. so it’s important to him.

“it’s fine,” colt answers, pressing one last kiss to her lips before straightening, standing up and stretching. his face contorts as he tries to think of something to calm himself down -- anything -- and sighs heavily when he ultimately fails, lifting a hand to rub his jaw bashfully. “i’ll figure something out before we get there.”

“i love you,” ellie offers as consolation, smoothing her skirt back down and slipping back into her panties before she stands, too.

it is kind of comforting, made even more so by the way her arms loop around his waist to squeeze him close.

what comes out of his mouth next is stupidly beyond his control. there’s no explaining it -- regardless of the fact that there’s no blood left in his brain, he should be better at keeping something so revealing to himself, but...

“you know,” he blurts, while he’s rubbing circles into her back between her shoulder blades, “we could always turn that dr. wheeler into... dr. kaneko.”

idiot. ellie goes so quiet he’s sure, for a moment, that she’s going to dump him on the spot. fucking moron.

then, she lifts her head and smiles curiously at him, her gaze searching his face for a moment before her cheeks flush a cautiously pleased pink. “dr. wheeler-kaneko,” she corrects, squeezing his side one last time before pulling away to find her shoes.

he stands in her bedroom staring dumbly off after her for longer than he’s proud to admit.

then he remembers they’re late, and follows her back to the doorway to get his own shoes and jacket, and --

dr. wheeler-kaneko. he likes the sound of that.

#colt kaneko #ride or die #colt kaneko x mc #ellie wheeler #colt kaneko x ellie wheeler #myfic #long post #ns*w #thanks for sending this !! hope you like it

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nicistrying · 3 years

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First things first, the BBC is still not saying Biden "won" until they finish counting but THANK GOD YES AMERICA IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Thought I'd open Twitter for the first time in months just to see what a tantrum Trump was throwing and I was not disappointed, nor was I surprised. What a fucking moron.

Second things second, today has been super busy. I was feeling less shitty this morning and decided I felt up to going out for a run so I got out for 6km before work. And this run was a big achievement for me bc my pace was pretty consistent and before I walked the last few streets home to cool down, average pace was 6min28! I've been averaging around 6min 35 so I was really happy for the whole average to be under 6'30 today. Really made me push myself even though I felt heavy and sloggy and I'm super proud of myself.

Went to work and the manager said he wanted the ENTIRE freezer worked in 4 hours between me and one other guy. He always expects too much but that was just ridiculous - as the pics show, we could barely even get to the shelves to work them (stock from shelves is supposed to be worked first, then shelves filled with delivery leftovers from pallets). So we had to spend about 20 mins just moving shit around to be able to get trollies in and have space to load them, and then I worked the shelves while he worked the leftovers from last night's delivery, which had barely been touched when there were 4-5 people there suposedly working it. And for some reason they'd just chucked a load of shit onto a trolley and let it all fall all over the floor and done nothing about it? So I had to clear all that up into crates just so it wouldn't get stood on. That possibly pissed me off more than anything bc someone clearly just left it and thought 'eh whoever's in during the day can clean up my mess'. Oh, and the first pic is only one half of the freezer. The other side was just as bad 🙃 So naturally we did not get it all done, we got about half of it done and we were working as fast as we possibly could. So we left without saying goodbye bc as usual the manager was sat on his ass in the office the whole time instead of helping us or doing anything useful. And he had the fucking nerve to ask Jack (my freezer buddy) "is that all you've done?" when he did stick his head out at one point. So we were not impressed 😂

Anyway clearly it was a good workout, nearly 700cals burned in 4 hours which I think may be a record for a shift at work. Now warming up with a cuppa and am going to call Nanna Ann for our weekly catch-up.

Also @insertcaffeine tagged me for a selfie a while ago (thank you!!) and I kept forgetting so I hope my before and after run pics will do 😂 I tag @therunnymoonsover @therambl3r @labrat-to-gymrat @spoopyfitti, hope you're all well! 🤗

#tag #saturday #fitblr #health blog #fitness blog #run #running #work #health #fitness #personal #workout #active fitblr #nike run club #running achievement #personal best #improving!!#active lifestyle #keeping active

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limerental · 4 years

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geraskier fic recs

aka everything i remembered to bookmark on ao3 just vomited into a tumblr post because i want to yell about them (and there are more than this that I enjoyed dearly i am just very silly and forget to save them)

under a cut to spare your dashboard

b-sides and rarities by fathomfive, 6.4k

note: i am weak for pining, long meandering but inevitable feeling journeys toward one another, deeply felt landscape description and melancholy ballads and this fic is all of those

excerpt:

He plays a few idle notes, and then slides smoothly into a tune that’s at once familiar and new. It’s a walking song, a good steady-paced melody without flourishes. He plucks a note, holds it in his throat and hums, and sings. Morning came over the mountains, there I was, there we were.

Noon burned above the broken path, you left but I return.

A season’s span to where I find you, call and I return.

O the light fades in the valley, I’ll return, return.

here, where the world is quiet by @drawlight, 5.4k, explicit

note: the jaskier pov in this is very, very lovely and it was hard to pick an excerpt because all the prose is lovely and jaskier’s descriptions of geralt are particularly lovely

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“But if you ever wanted,” Jaskier spreads his hands, his long fingers, spreading out the wrinkles of the bedsheets. The weight of Geralt next to him is constant. A promise. They constantly circle, dance to unsung songs. Geralt never dances, except here, around Jaskier. (You can run so far away, Witcher, but space is not that forgiving. There is so much nothingness, nothing to block, nothing to get in the way. On a good night, from a clear plain with little light pollution, one can see twenty-quadrillion miles into the sky. Jaskier thinks this number sounds absurd but he trusts the arithmancers and knows in his heart, in his blood, his bones that it is the truth. Jaskier knows there is nowhere to hide; he has tried.)

The Ballad of Pots and Pans by 6th_magnitude, 8.1k

note: this one’s got oblivious geralt realizing all of jaskier’s songs, even the less obvious ones, are actually about him and excellent banter and some poignant and painful bits about jaskier’s mortality and also just a bunch of really great ballads.

excerpt:

Jaskier startles, and looks at Geralt a little dazedly. “Nothing. It’s – oh, I just wanted to write something good and true to capture everything I feel in this moment, and I cannot for the life of me write it at all! What good is being a poet if you cannot translate the most important feelings of your life to pen and paper? What good is it if I cannot write you a song, so that one day you might remember this morning?”

“I’ll remember it,” Geralt replies quietly. “I don’t need a song to remember it.”

Jaskier smiles at him, his eyes shining a little with unshed tears of frustration. “Even so, I would like to memorialise this feeling, record every detail, so I might recall it later. The human memory is so fallible, you know. It’s why we make songs and stories – to remember feelings, even when facts have faded from all memory.”

“I’ll remember it,” Geralt says again, sleepily. “I’ll remember this feeling. No matter what.”

swallow my breath and take what is mine by @anacaoris, 6.5k, explicit

note: this has got jaskier giving all sorts of nice things to geralt that he doesn’t feel he deserves and misunderstandings and geralt not knowing how to use his words or brain cell and oh also there’s smut

excerpt:

Fingers flex in his hair, running a shudder down his spine at the spark of it. Part of him wishes he knew better what to say, that this could be simpler. That he was born with the same poetry spilling from him enough to say all that he tucks in his lungs but he’s not, he’s better with action, better with showing just what he needs to mean so Geralt brings a hand up, curls it around Jaskier’s and keeps it in messy locks, still damp from the bath as he sinks to his knees. “Sweet merciful blessings, I will, ah, I’ll take this as a ye-ehs.”

Companionship by ArliaDevi, 4.1k

note: really fun take on their relationship in ciri pov and i love found family domesticity so much and geralt teaching ciri things and glimpses of tender moments

excerpt:

When Geralt gets back, covered in what Ciri is quite sure is intestines, they eat quietly in the corner of the inn. Jaskier plays his music, his hat out for coins. He sings well, Ciri has to admit, and there’s an entrancing quality about the way he performs, luring all eyes to him. Even Geralt’s eyes seem to wander back to Jaskier, lingering on him just long enough that Ciri manages to steal a few mouthfuls of ale.

‘Don’t think I didn’t notice that,’ Geralt mutters as Ciri slides the large stein back in place.

‘Girls in Cintra drink at ten,’ Ciri replies matter-of-factly.

‘No, they don’t.’ Geralt takes another mouthful of ale before sliding it towards Ciri. ‘Don’t let Jaskier see.’

‘Stealth training?’

Geralt rolls his eyes. ‘Sure.’

look what you made me do by @cicaklah, 6.5k, explicit

note: is just another in the “jaskier’s songs are all about geralt and geralt is a dumbass” genre and also there’s deeply immersive scenery details and also also there’s a truly filthy sequel that is not on this list only because i still have some level of shame but it’s here in spirit

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They ride half a day, Geralt chatting to Roach about all the injustices in the world, most of which are food related, with Roach hrumphing every now and then in response. Around them the fallow fields are untouched, resembling plush, perfect eiderdowns, with gnarled trees like the posts of a fine bed, fit for a giant. The sky is clear after the storm, bluer than at the height of summer and vast, their clouds stolen for the ground.

and

Geralt understands how long sex can last, always feels sorry and guilty for the women he beds who don’t understand that stamina was one of the most successful mutations he gained. He hates how easy it is to push that little bit too far into pain unless he’s careful (and he’s always careful, he loves women, loves their pleasure, never lets himself get carried away) but now there’s a man behind him and he realises that he can take it, that they made him perfectly for this by accident, so he can take all that male stamina and strength into himself and enjoy it like a glutton, enjoy it in the way he only has been able to a handful of times in his life, match every stroke with his own power.

Dawn by Sylvalum, 3.5k

note: this one is a bit different to the others on this list but it’s got delightful yen & jaskier developing friendship and a touch o the ole melancholy that i so very much crave

excerpt:

Yennefer doesn’t say anything, so eventually Jasker turns back to the grave and lowers the body, then starts to shovel the earth back in, rich soil and sandy dirt and tufts of dead grass. He tries to cover the dead sorceress carefully, to send her off into the eternal night gently, but he fumbles too much and works too fast. Impatience and fear have burnt away his flesh so now there’s only nerve endings left to hide his ragged bones. It’s… it’s been a long day. He’s been digging for most of it.

Yennefer simply watches, standing behind Jaskier like a disapproving mother. Until suddenly she says in an oddly quiet voice, “Her name was Sabrina.”

And Jaskier stills. Haltingly, Yennefer steps forward to stand and look at the grave for a moment.

And after that, she starts to help Jaskier dig the graves.

To Sleep Perchance To by sospes, 16.9k, canon-typical violence & gore

note: it isn’t a fic rec list by me unless it’s got angst on the list so warning for torture and unreliable reality and general gnarly descriptions of violence and psychological damage. this broke my heart a wee bit and it may just break yours.

excerpt:

In those quiet, maybe-false moments, Jaskier knows that if this goes on much longer, he’s going to lose his mind. It’s not a panicked thought, not a terrified thought, it’s a cool, calm, logical realisation that he doesn’t think he can get away from. He’s losing the ability to know what’s real and what isn’t. He’s spending every waking second in a nightmare of blood and betrayal. And there’s nothing he can do to escape.

Geralt comes and presses him up against the cold stone wall of the cold stone cell, pinning his wrists above his head with one impossibly strong hand. He kisses him, slow and languid, and then he sucks a bruise into the side of his neck, using too much teeth and too much tongue. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into Jaskier’s throat, and Jaskier takes the opportunity to knee him in the balls.

let us shake the abacus by @et-in-arkadia, 3k, explicit

note: this is simple, shameless smut and i am only allowing myself to slap it at the bottom of this list because i’m fond of the author’s work in general and also the dynamic, man, this dynamic is what it’s all about

Resigned to his poor decision-making for the evening, Geralt breaks away from where he's sucked a bruise into the soft skin of Jaskier's neck. Jaskier is moving against him like a ship on an unruly sea, increasingly impatient and unmoored.

"Tell me," Jaskier insists. He scratches lines down Geralt's back, then grabs Geralt's ass to haul him closer. "Geralt. Tell me."

This is also different: Jaskier likes to hear him talk, prefers to hear, above all else, Geralt's intent. Jaskier's need for words is limitless, unquenchable—Geralt has made him come all but untouched by whispering into Jaskier's ear the things that he'd do, given the time. It's really quite extraordinary. Which is perhaps why Geralt entertains the request, despite not being exactly given over to loquaciousness himself.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher fic recs #geraskier fic recs #long post

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Putting on Hairs: Favorable Dress

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Hinted: KotoUmi Words: ~2.4k Rating: G? Maybe mild T for one of the implications...? AU: Theater, Werewolf, Werebeast, Monster, Cryptid, Angelic, Demonic

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Author’s Note: I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve written this much in this short of time...

Summary: Riko is hoping Kotori and Yoshiko can make a dress for her. But nothing is free...

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Riko approached the costume department with severe trepidation. Her heart was actively trying to pound itself out of her chest at the thought of facing her. Well, not her specifically, she knew she would feel this way about anyone of her kind. But right now, she was the one here.

But, of all the places in this amazing, wonderful world, why did she have to fall here? In this country? In this city? And now she was working at the same theater where Riko had just recently been hired.

Of course, the very same thing could be asked of Riko herself. Why did she have to flee to this particular island off the main coast? Choose this particular city? Accept a position playing the piano in the orchestra pit of this particular theater?

Was this all His idea of a cruel joke?

It was bad enough that she had stood so close during the meeting earlier in the day where the theater’s premiere patron was introduced. Why did she have to do that? Did she not sense Riko like she sensed her? Was she not uncomfortable with Riko’s presence as Riko was with hers?

Riko sighed. Why was she even doing this? Well, she needed a dress. But surely, she could just go find one at a local shop, right? Did she really need to deal with her to have one made special? But the examples she had see so far were just… otherworldly; so much better than anything she had seen window shopping around the area.

“Ah, Riko-chan!” An ashen blonde head poked into the hallway, startling Riko. “Yoshiko-chan was right when she said you were coming. Welcome! Come on in!” Kotori ushered the redhead into the room.

“Pardon the intrusion…” Riko said as she stepped through the door, immediately needing to resist the urge to turn back and run.

There she was, black wings spread wide in all their glory and looking as powerful as any other angel, despite her fallen status. And she was… trimming fur from a black kitten in her lap? What?

Yoshiko looked up with a surprisingly cheerful smile. “Welcome to Hell Zone, Riko!”

“Hell… Zo… eh?” Riko’s gaze flitted fervently around the room, seeking hellforged artifacts or demonic runes or something, anything that might imbue the area with the powers of Hell. And while she certainly sensed auras radiating off most of the equipment and tools, nothing appeared to be of infernal or divine origin.

“Or would you prefer I call you Pirum?”

“Eehhh?!” Riko aborted her vain attempts to scour the room as Yoshiko uttered her true name.

“Kind of a strange name for a demon, though…” Yoshiko continued as if she hadn’t noticed Riko’s reaction. “Do you guys even have pears down there?”

“Now, now, Yoshiko-chan,” Kotori chided playfully “we shouldn’t scare our clients like that. Now, what can we do for you, Riko-chan?”

“Uhm…” Riko fidgeted with her fingers, trying desperately to resist fleeing. “Kurosawa-san recommended I check with you about having a dress made for an upcoming recital?”

“Of course!” Kotori chirped. “We would be happy to make something for you.”

“She, uhm, didn’t give me an idea about pricing though…”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” Kotori smiled. “You’re in the orchestra here, right?”

“Yes… but…”

“So, we’ll make the dress for you and you can just owe us a favor.”

Something about the sparkle in the costume designers eye made Riko feel a bit ill at ease. More so than she already was.

“I’m not sure…”

“Surely you know about favors, right?” Yoshiko spoke up. “Your boss’s boss is fond of them, right?” She offered a decidedly devilish grin.

“Uhm…” Riko felt her knees start to shake.

“Don’t mind them.” A deep, masculine voice said from… somewhere. Riko couldn’t readily identify the source. “They’re just teasing you.”

“Phobetor.” Yoshiko gently swatted the kitten in her lap.

Wait, that had been the cat that spoke? But its mouth hadn’t moved. How… Then again, it wasn’t the strangest thing Riko had seen, here or down below.

“Sorry if we scared you.” Kotori giggled. “I am serious about the favor, but don’t worry, it won’t be anything beyond what you’re capable of giving.”

“What… did you have in mind?”

“Hrm…” Kotori considered for a moment. “Would you mind show me your wings?”

“Eh? My… my wings?”

“Yes, please.” Kotori nodded. “You’re a demon, right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a demon’s wings. Are they feathered like Yoshiko-chan’s or leathery and bat-like or skeletal like in some movies?” She seemed to be getting pretty excited about the concept.

“Uhm… could we maybe… close the door first?” Riko requested meekly.

She realized that was closing off her easiest route of escape, but unless it was imbued with some anti-demon inscription or blessed or whatever, it wouldn’t actually prove much of a barrier to her. Also, despite her persisting fear, something in the back of her mind had begun insisting she could trust these two. Or three, really.

Yoshiko hadn’t attacked her on sight. Kotori obviously knew her nature and wasn’t afraid or hateful, rather she seemed genuinely intrigued. And while they had both teased her, neither had been malicious. Even Yoshiko’s mention of her true name had seemed more like an honest, if again teasing, question than some attempt to wield power over her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Riko unfurled her wings.

Kotori’s eyes grew wide in awe. “They’re beautiful…” She marveled.

Riko blushed. She’d never heard that word associated with her wings before.

“Can I…?” Kotori reached forward.

Riko offered a weak nod before flinching a little as the designer’s hands began exploring.

“Definitely bat-like.” Kotori murmured, moving her fingers gently across the membrane. “A little drier than I expected, but still, lovely material. These will do nicely.”

“M-material?” Riko instinctively snapped her wings back in. “Are you saying you want me to trade my wings for a dress?”

“Not in their entirety.” Kotori replied. “Just a clipping. A little goes a long way, especially when imbued with such power.”

“Uhm…”

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, Kotori.” Yoshiko spoke up.

“Oh?” The lead designer asked.

“Because demon wings are different than those of an angel, or a crane.” The blue-haired girl explained. “I mean, I’m no expert in demon physiology, but I’m pretty sure she’s got veins and nerves and stuff running throughout. It’s probably hurt her more than when you or I just pluck our feathers; certainly more than trimming Phobetor’s fur.”

“Although,” Phobetor spoke again “with her regeneration, she could very quickly heal the amount I assume you would be taking.”

“Yeah, but…” Yoshiko started.

“And if I recall correctly, that Kanata girl can adjust her abilities to numb rather than put to sleep. She’d be fully regenerated before she actually felt anything.”

Kanata? “Konoe-san?” Riko asked. “I thought I felt another demonic presence here.”

“Indeed.” Phobetor stood and stretched before yawning. “Although she is here for different reasons than you. While she is here to feed, you seem more interested in music. Pray tell, did you grow weary of playing Hell’s music and came to Earth for a change of pace?”

Riko blinked. “How… how did you know?”

“One of my primary duties is to run reconnaissance and monitor all local entities that could pose a threat to my master.” The cat explained. “Celestials, especially demons, are always worth investigation.”

“I see… wait, so you’ve been spying on me?”

“Indeed. And I have determined that you are not a threat to my master, Ms. Pirum.”

“… Oh…” Whatever was left of Riko’s fear was displaced entirely by embarrassment. “I see, well… uhm… Anyway, Riko is fine…”

“Very well. Riko it is.” Phobetor gave a single, curt nod. “Though it must be said that my assessment is not an indictment upon your power. You are still a demon after all. Rather, I have determined you to be far too… demure, for lack of a better word.”

“… Oh…”

“Also, your reading proclivities are quite… interesting, I must say.”

“Eh?”

“Oh? What kinda books do ya read, Riko?” Yoshiko perked up suddenly. “Earth is filled with a ton of strange tomes and some of their ideas on magic and such are utterly baffling. Though there are some amazing artists who create some amazing manga and doujin. Humans can tell such wonderful stories.”

“D… doujin…” Riko felt herself blush.

“Yeah, have you ever been to Comiket? Mortals sure know how to celebrate their hobbies.”

“She has attended.” Phobetor confirmed.

“Phobetor…” Riko whined.

“Really?” Yoshiko became even more excited. “Maybe we should go together this year.”

“… Maybe…”

“I do believe your tastes are vastly different, though.” Phobetor said.

“Oh? What kinda stuff do you like, Riko?” Yoshiko asked again.

“Uhm…” Riko hesitated.

“Her preferred reading material is…”

“<Stay thy tongue, meddlesome furball!>” Riko snarled in an ancient demonic language.

The other three occupants in the room stared at her in stunned silence.

Riko’s hands flew up to clamp across her mouth as heat exploded across her cheeks, spreading quickly to her ears and down her neck.

Yoshiko snorted.

“I’m… I’m so sorry…” Riko cried, her voice muffled through her fingers. “I didn’t mean…”

Yoshiko burst out laughing. Kotori giggled.

“I thought… you said… she was too demure…” Yoshiko managed get out between bouts.

“That seemed like the best description at the time.” Phobetor stated matter-of-factly.

“Are you… sure… she’s not a… threat?”

“My assessment remains unchanged.”

Why in the nine circles did you have to go and do that, of all things? Riko berated herself. She was so embarrassed she felt she could die and go back to Hell. Well, maybe not. She really had no desire to return.

“There, all done.” Kotori suddenly announced.

“Eh?” Riko came back to reality. “Done? Done with what?”

“Your measurements.”

“Measure…”

“For your dress.”

“Yes, I know, but… when did you…?”

“While you, Yoshiko-chan and Phobetor-chan were talking.”

“I didn’t even notice.” Riko admitted.

Kotori smiled. “I’ll draw up some proposed designs and give them to you tomorrow.” she explained. “Once you decide on one you like, we can get to choosing fabrics.”

“Alright.” Riko agreed. “Oh, uhm… about the favor…”

“Oh, don’t worry about the wing thing.” Kotori dismissed. “We’ll think of something else, it’s fine.”

“Well, if you don’t mind my asking, what did you intend to do with the trimmings?”

“Make leather of course. There are a lot of costumes and accessories that need leather, belts, shoes, jackets, all sorts of things.”

“So, it would be used for the theater?”

“Of course!” Kotori chirped. “Everything I do is for Umi-chan’s theater.”

“Unless someone else like Riko comes and wants something made for a non-theater event.” Yoshiko pointed out.

“Well, yes, but the favors we ask in return always benefit the theater.”

“That’s true.” The fallen angel conceded.

Riko steeled herself for what she was about to say. “I’ll do it. You can use some of my wings to make costumes for the theater.”

Kotori’s eyes widened as she inhaled with excitement. “Really?” She grabbed Riko’s hands and pulled herself closer. “You’ll let me make celestially imbued leather?”

“Y-yes...”

“Oh, thank you, Riko-chan!” Kotori surged forward and wrapped her arms around the redhead.

“Hey, Phobetor,” Yoshiko addressed her cat “you wanna go tell Kanata she’s on notice for numbing duties?”

“Will do.”

With that, Phobetor blinked out of existence. Is he a teleporter? Riko wondered.

“Well, we don’t have to do it right away.” Kotori said, pulling out of the hug. “I won’t collect payment until I know my customer is satisfied with the product I am selling them.”

Yoshiko shrugged. “We’re only putting her on notice.”

“Message has been delivered.” Phobetor’s voice sounded before he popped back into the room. “She said it would only take her a second, so we can have her do so whenever we are ready.”

“Only a second, huh?” Yoshiko pondered something for a moment. “I wonder if her sleep spell works that fast too.”

“I would imagine it takes effect quickly, for the sake of facilitating faster feeding.”

“You mentioned feeding before.” Riko said. “She’s not… eating people… is she?”

“Their dreams.” Phobetor responded. “She calls herself a Somnophore, though I believe Somnophage would be more accurate. But who am I to judge such things?” The cat seemed to almost shrug. “I am surprised you did not know.”

“I sensed she was a fellow demon.” Riko admitted. “But I hadn’t had a chance to determine what kind.”

“I’d let her feed on my dreams…” Yoshiko seemed lost in thought.

“Why, do you want her to put you to sleep, Yoshiko-chan?” Kotori asked.

Yoshiko chuckled. “It would help some nights.”

“Well, Kanata-chan seems to love the pillow I made for her.” Kotori explained. “It’s stuffed with a special blend of our feathers and she says it works wonders.”

“A pillow, huh?” Yoshiko turned her head and shifted one of her wings over for inspections. “I never thought about making one of those.”

“I’d be happy to show you how.”

“Alright.” Yoshiko agreed. “Although I’m surprised you didn’t make one for your precious Umi.”

“Of course, I made one for Umi-chan.” Kotori giggled. “But that was years ago, long before I came here. So that one was made with just my feathers. I made one for Honoka-chan then as well.” Her eyes sparkled as she seemed to be reviewing fond memories. “They still have them to this day.”

“Anyway, we should probably get back to work.” Yoshiko hopped up to her feet and moved across the room. “And I know you have rehearsals coming up. It was nice meeting you, Riko.” She smiled and reaching out a hand.

“Likewise.” Riko agreed, accepting the handshake.

“Phobetor tells me you’re quite good on the piano. Which makes sense, given who you serve under.”

“Well, not really.” Riko shook her head. “Not anymore.”

“Ah, I see.” Yoshiko nodded. “I can empathize completely. I haven’t served Him in a good long while.”

“Mm…”

“Anyway, I still look forward to hearing you play.” She grinned. “Maybe Kotori will let me out of this hell every once in a while, so I can head upstairs and listen a few times.”

“Awuuu…” Kotori pouted. “Yoshiko-chan, don’t make me out to be like some hellish taskmaster.” She blinked and turned to Riko. “No offense.”

Riko chuckled. “None taken. There’s certainly no shortage of taskmasters down there. That’s part of why I came up here.” With that said, she turned toward the door. “I’ll see you two… sorry, three, later.”

Words of departure and well wishes followed Riko into the hallway, and as she walked, her thoughts remained on the individuals she had just met. They were an interesting group, to say the least. But friendly, even to a demon like her. Maybe… perhaps, just maybe, working in close proximity to an angel wouldn’t be all that bad after all.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Minami Kotori #Phobetor #Love Live Sunshine #Love Live #Putting on Hairs #fanfic #Tsushima Yoshiko

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