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fific7 · 3 years

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Evil Twins - Part 3

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Slightly questionable consent to begin with. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

Your head bumped slightly against the corner of the kitchen cupboard and this brought you back to reality. What did you think you were doing? You pushed Billy away roughly and stepped quickly away from him. He looked bereft but you ignored that, saying, “Okay, Billy - enough. I don’t know what I was thinking!” You picked up some of the crockery and went to the dishwasher.

Billy lounged back against the sink, arms crossed, long legs spread, contemplating you.

“That you were enjoying it?”

You huffed, “So what if I was? But it really wasn’t a good idea.” He smirked, “You don’t really believe that.” He pushed himself off the sink unit and headed back to the living room, saying over his shoulder, “To be continued, sweetheart.”

You clattered the dishes around, loading the dishwasher and mentally beating yourself up for giving in to your baser instincts, when you heard Aleksander’s voice in the other room.

“What are you looking so pleased about?” You heard Billy make a relaxed stretching noise like a cat, and you could visualise him doing just that.

“Oh I dunno. What could I possibly be looking pleased about, huh?” “You…!” shouted Aleksander, and then you heard scuffling noises so you rushed through there. As you’d feared, Billy and Aleksander were rolling around on the floor, grunting and trying to punch each other’s lights out.

“Stop it!” you yelled at the top of your voice, but they ignored you. So you waded in, trying to separate them without success. Eventually you took to landing punches on them yourself. Both of them stopped wrestling and looked at you in surprise, and you took this opportunity to yell at them, “Get up! Stop this right now and get up!”

You all unentangled yourselves, standing up and rearranging clothes. They sat down on a sofa each, while you stood there glaring at them like a headmistress, arms crossed. “What is it with you two?! You’re like a couple of stags butting heads! And I’m not talking about your stupid amplifier!” you yelled at them and glaring at Aleksander. The two of them mumbled under their breaths and you said loudly, “What? What was that? It better have been ‘we’re sorry we make you act like our mum’ or something like that!”

They both laughed, exchanging glances, and you snapped, “This is no laughing matter! I’m sick of it. It’s like having two children around the place.” Billy composed his face into a serious expression, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart. But you must know that a mother’s the last thing we think of you as.” Aleksander nodded, “For once I agree with that idiot.” He looked intently at you, “We both want you, so that’s never going to end well.”

You felt your face pink up, “I’m not some snack to be fought over!” “Course you’re not, sweetheart,” soothed Billy, “but this idiot thought I’d slept with you so he lost his cool.” “Did not!” roared Aleksander, then his head swung to you, “You didn’t, did you?” “No I did NOT!” you insisted. “But she did kiss me,” smirked Billy. Outraged, you screeched, “You kissed me, if you recall!” Billy just kept on smirking and Aleksander launched himself across the coffee table, grabbing Billy by the throat and hissing, “Just as well for you I can’t use the Cut right now!”

“Oh for god’s sake,” you said, “just stop it, will you?” Aleksander stood up, huffing and smoothing down his t-shirt, sitting down on the other sofa again. “What’s the Cut?” queried Billy. “You don’t wanna know,” you said, “now I’m going to put the TV on for you children because I need to do some housework.” You heard a chuckle from Billy, “Yeah! You could put on a maid’s outfit if ya like?” You flipped him the middle finger, switched on the TV and went back into the kitchen.

You could hear a rumble of voices from the other room, and just hoped that war was not about to break out again. What the hell were you going to do about this situation? You had the feeling it was building to boiling point.

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When you emerged a little later having seen to your domestic tasks, you found the two of them sitting on the floor with your old Monopoly set open in front of them. Aleksander was poring over the instructions and they both turned towards you, “How d’ya play this?” asked Billy. You stared at him, “Now him I could understand but you? You’ve never played Monopoly?” His face fell and he shrugged, “No, they didn’t have it in the orphanage.” Immediately you felt terrible and you’d already said, “Oh I’m sorry, Billy,” before your brain caught up with your mouth and you added sarcastically, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t have had it in your fictional orphanage in your fictional childhood.”

His big dark eyes gazed up at you, “Might be fictional to you, sweetheart but it wasn’t to me.” Now you felt bad again, holding up your hands, “Okay, okay - I really am sorry, alright?” He nodded, looking back down and fidgeting with the little dog and top hat tokens. You joined them on the floor, “You two really want to play?” They solemnly nodded, so you whipped the instructions out of Aleksander’s hands, “Okay, I’ll explain it to you.”

Twenty minutes later, Aleksander huffed as he got sent to Jail again, reached over and grabbed a load of Billy’s houses and hotels and dumped them on his own squares. “That’s you all over, isn’t it?” sneered Billy, “you’re a loser but you can’t stand it so you just grab what you want, brother!” “Oh and you don’t, hmm brother?!” snarked Aleksander.

“Billy, Aleksander!” you yelled, then in your wisdom decided to add, “in fact I’m going to call you ‘Aleks’ as your full name’s too much of a mouthful for when I’m yelling at you!” Aleks grinned at you, “Or when you’ll be screaming it in bed.” Billy eye-rolled, “Like that’s ever goin’ to happen!” “Just watch!” “I don’t go in for watchin’!” “Well, that’s all you’re going to get a chance to do, little brother!” “Little brother!?? You were definitely second - after me!!”

By now, both of them had jumped to their feet and - surprise, surprise - were nose to nose.

You cradled your head in your hands. This was purgatory.

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She’d retreated back onto the kitchen to make another pot of tea, and peace had temporarily broken out between the two warring parties.

A discussion had begun, with Billy starting it off. “She’s gettin’ really pissed off with us.” Aleks nodded, “Yes, I know.” “So what’re we gonna do? She can’t exactly throw us out I know, but I’d like it better if she was lookin’ at us with somethin’ other than disgust.” Aleks nodded, then - quickly looking round to check she was still out of earshot, “Ah… I suppose we could share?” Billy’s head shot up, eyes staring into his twin’s, “Ya what?” “Share. We could share her. Separately… or together.”

Billy’s mouth dropped into an ‘O’. “Share,” he repeated, then again, “share? D’you think she’d go for that?” Aleks nodded. “She likes us, I can tell. We both like her, and that could be a problem - well it has been, hasn’t it? - but if we play it right, I’m pretty sure we can charm her into bed with both of us.”

Billy and Aleks sat looking at each other, satisfied little smiles on their faces.

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Unaware that you were now the object of a peace treaty between the twins, you experienced some deja vu when carrying the tea tray into the living room. Both of them were sitting on the one sofa again, gazing up at you with unreadable expressions in their eyes.

You had the nastiest feeling that you’d missed something important while you’d been in the kitchen making tea. What had the two of them been cooking up between themselves? You plonked the tray down on the coffee table and looked at them suspiciously.

“What’re you two up to?” They shook their heads, innocence radiating off them, “ Nothing!” they chorused. Billy continued, “We just decided that we better stop pissin’ you off so much.”

You beamed at them, “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day!” You missed the significant looks exchanged between the two men as you placed the cups of tea in front of them.

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The rest of the afternoon and evening passed relatively peacefully, with only a few minor skirmishes between the two of them about whatever film or programme you’d put on to watch. And much to your surprise, you realised that they’d actually stopped arguing themselves without you having to step in. Well, that was an improvement at any rate.

For the evening meal you’d rustled up a ragu sauce, and as you didn’t have any spaghetti left you had to use farfalla. So sue me, you thought. Along with some garlic bread you’d heated in the oven, you dished up three portions and then pulled down your space-saving kitchen table, which folded up into the corner of the room when not in use. You got three chairs out of your walk-in cupboard and set them up round the table. “Dinner!” you yelled, and two tall figures came piling into the kitchen. “Mmmm smells great, sweetheart,” schmoozed Billy, sitting down and looking over to where the plates were on the counter. “It does, moi krasivyy,” said Aleks, not to be outdone.

You brought out three bottles of beer from the fridge. You’d almost got over the way food and drinks just replenished themselves as soon as you used or consumed something. Setting them down on the table, you popped the tops off them with the bottle opener and slid one in front of each of them. You noticed they were both looking at you with what could only be described as ‘heart-eyes’, and you squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze. “What’re you both staring at?” you demanded. “Perfection,” said Aleks. “Gorgeousness,” smirked Billy.

After the food had been eaten and beer bottles drained, amidst more effusive compliments about the meal the twins jumped up from the table and said that you needed to go and relax while they washed up the plates. “Thanks for offering, guys, but that’s why I’ve got a dishwasher.” “Well, we’ll load the dishwasher then,” insisted Billy. He took your arm and led you into the living room, “Sit down sweetheart, and just chill while we do the work now.” He gazed at you, and you saw that look in his eyes again - as if you were some kind of earth-bound angel or something.

Right! you thought, just what are these two up to???

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You sighed, leaning over and switching off your bedside lamp. The book you’d been reading wasn’t turning out to be quite what you’d expected. You’d hoped for a bit more… well, raunchier content, not to put too fine a point on it. In that respect, a nun could’ve read it and wouldn’t have blushed.

You’d wondered if you should read a fanfic or two instead - Billy Russo or The Darkling ha ha ha - but then you’d remembered that your wifi and mobile data weren’t working due to this ridiculous situation you found yourself in, so obviously whatever force controlled this… this portal?…didn’t want you contacting the outside world.

You’d fallen asleep quite quickly, laughing to yourself as you did that children were extremely tiring.

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The dreams began shortly afterwards, and they were much more vivid than usual.

Your quilt was folded slowly back off you - the rush of cold air was distinctly noticeable - and your top and sleep shorts were peeled off you. You heard deep sighs but you didn’t know who’d made them. Then you were gently rolled onto your back, and you were aware of your mattress dipping down on both sides.

You felt warm skin against your whole body - it almost felt like you were surrounded - and it felt so good that you smiled.

“See! She’s smiling, I told you she’d be fine with it.”

In your dream your brow wrinkled, she’d be fine with what? And who said that?

You felt a tongue lick one of your nipples and a hand squeezed your other breast and then switched - the other nipple was licked, the other breast was squeezed.

You sat bolt upright in bed, and that’s when you realised that you were in fact wide awake.

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In the dim light coming through your gauzy curtains, you could make out two pairs of dark chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“Darling,” said Aleks.

“Sweetheart,” said Billy.

“You fuckers!” you screeched, looking down at your nude body and trying to cover up the relevant bits with your hands and by crossing your legs.

“Too late,” said Billy, giving you a small smile and nodding at your hands which you were still moving around to try and give you maximum coverage.

“We’ve had our hands and mouths on you already,” agreed Aleks.

“Yes and without my permission!” you snapped.

Billy reached across and put on the light. You jumped, feeling like you were under a spotlight, moving your hands about even more frantically. Then Billy’s hands were pulling yours down and away from your breasts.

“Hey!” you yelled at him, and tried to pull your hands out of his but he wouldn’t let go and he was too strong for you.

Now Aleks did his bit, pulling your raised and crossed legs down onto the bed, parting your thighs in your sitting position against your pillows, and then held your legs tightly in position on the bed.

Both men totally consumed you with their eyes, and you were powerless to stop them.

“Oh, darling… you are so, so beautiful,” breathed Aleks.

Billy whispered, “You’re stunning, sweetheart. Absolutely stunning.”

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“I can’t believe you two!” you were yelling at them, ignoring their compliments and lustful gazes, “Let me go!”

“But you know how much we want you, darling,” Aleks said persuasively.

“Just let us get it out of our systems and things will quieten down,” pleaded Billy, “well, a little bit anyhow.”

“I cannot believe you sneaked into my room!” you hissed, trying to get free from their restraining hands. “Let go of me. Now!!!”

But instead they slid you down the bed until you were flat on your back and then both heads dipped down to your neck, their mouths were on your skin, beginning to kiss and lick and suck.

“Get off me!” you snarled, still trying to get free but you were too firmly held between them - as if you were in a vice. “But we can make you feel so good, darling,” whispered Aleks next to your ear, Billy purring “Soooo very good, sweetheart,” next to the other one.

Then their attention moved slightly southwards. Billy changed his grip on your hands, grasping both your wrists in one big hand instead and pulling your arms up above your head, pinning them down onto your pillows. Aleks moved one of his legs across yours to keep you pinned, and then you saw their hands stealing onto your breasts, squeezing and kneading them before their mouths came into play. Their hands remained on your breasts but each nipple now had one of their mouths fastened onto it, and they began licking, kissing, sucking and biting until you squealed, squirming under them.

Desperately fighting to ignore how good their attentions were beginning to make you feel, you burst out, “Stop it!” but neither of them did. In fact they both stepped up their attentions, biting and licking your nipples and the skin surrounding them until you could hear yourself beginning to gasp uncontrollably.

You caught a look and a nod being exchanged between them, and both of them sat up on their knees. Billy was still holding your wrists and Aleks used one of his knees to keep your leg pinned. Unable to avoid looking at the two lean bodies in front of you, you saw two rampant cocks lying up almost against their stomachs and much to your disgust, you felt a tumultuous wave of arousal wash over you.

They are two very well-endowed boys, your traitorous mind said into your ear. And exactly the same size! - truly twins, it giggled at you. Oh shut up, you silently answered it and get me out of this situation! Of course now it did shut up.

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“Sweetheart,” said Billy, cupping your cheek and suddenly kissing you, tongue thrusting into your mouth, breaking away for a second to say, “We’re gonna take real good care of you now.” He went back to kissing you, and you heard a whine from Aleks, “I want to kiss her!” Billy sighed into your mouth and lifted his lips from yours. “Okay, bro,” he said, “all yours. For now.”

Aleks crashed his lips onto yours, his teeth clashing with yours until he calmed down a bit and wasn’t quite so desperate. His tongue slid into your mouth, not quite as assertively as Billy’s but still pretty forceful. You could hear him making little “Mmmm” sounds as he kissed you then he sat back, stroking your lips. “Taste so sweet,” he smiled down at you, “your lips are so soft.”

Aleks sat up on his knees again and as he did so, you felt Billy’s body lay down fully on top of you and he rested his hard cock just for a moment between your legs. His hands took hold of your hips and angled you upwards ever so slightly, then you felt just the head of his cock rubbing against your core. Wetness began to gather and you tutted, trying to squirm away from the insistent teasing, but Billy just chuckled and moved his cock along with you when you managed to move slightly, still rubbing at you.

Aleks’ thumb went to your bottom lip and he gently pulled it down further, opening your mouth to him. He leant over and licked both your lips, sucking on them gently then pushing his tongue inside your mouth. Now he was hovering over you, his erection brushing your lips, the tip starting to edge inside.

Okay, okay, okay, your slightly panicking brain chanted. This was happening. Really going to happen. They were both going to take you right now.

You weren’t 100% sure how you felt about it.

Angry that they were just going to have you whatever you said about it. Excited because they were both very hot, very sexy guys.

But whatever your feelings on the matter, it was inevitable - that much was obvious.

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“I promise I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven, darling,” you heard Aleks say and then Billy chipping in with, “An’ I promise I’ll make you scream my name, sweetheart.”

You closed your eyes, waiting.

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21burritoseavey · 3 years

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parents for a day - daniel seavey imagine

a/n: heyy, i’m not a huge fan of this but i hope you enjoy, it was fun to write.

summary: Y/n and Daniel take care of Lavender (Jack’s daughter) for a day....but i decided to make it interesting so in this imagine, y/n doesn’t particularly like taking care of kids lol.

“Alright.” Jack set Lavender down on her feet from his hip and crouched down in front of her. “You three have fun, okay?” He spoke gently, brushing a strand of her already untamed hair from her face. The two adults stood in front of them nervously, particularly Y/n. “Are you guys sure you can handle this?” Jack asked again, furrowing his eyebrows teasingly.

“Yeah!” Daniel replied confidently.

“Nope.” Y/n murmured beside him. Daniel glared at Y/n out of the corner of his eye. He watched her tug the sleeves of his hoodie further up her palms in nervousness and shuffle her feet haphazardly.

“Don’t listen to Y/n.” He assured, pulling a tight smile at Jack.

“Okay.” He replied hesitantly, pressing a feather-light kiss to Lavender’s forehead. “Be good.” He stuck his forefinger out solemnly. Lavender only giggled in front of him, spreading a cheeky grin on her father’s face too. “Promise.” He held out his pinkie and Lavender interlocked her small finger with his.

Daniel crouched down beside her too, “we’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” Daniel cooed, tugging down the brim of her purple, crooked bucket hat sweetly. Lavender nodded cheekily, unknowing of the peculiar events to come.

“K, well I gotta go.” Jack stood up and grabbed his backpack from the sofa beside him. Daniel sauntered behind him, guiding him towards the door. Meanwhile, Y/n walked precariously behind the two boys, foolishly dodging the toddler who was plodding behind her.

“See ya, dude.” Daniel said. They shared their usual handshake. Daniel assured Jack profusely that if anything happened, he would call him as soon as possible. Daniel turned back to Y/n and Lavender after he shut the front door and waved goodbye. “Okay, what should we do first?” He clapped his hands together.

Y/n walked up reluctantly and pulled Daniel to the side, away from Lavender enough so she couldn’t hear. “Why did you have to agree to this?” She whispered sharply.

Daniel knew babysitting wasn’t Y/n’s cup of tea, but he assured her gently with “Y/n, he’s busy and no one else could do it...It’ll be fine.” He chuckled, resting his forearms on her shoulders. Y/n merely dropped her gaze to the floor. “I mean look at her, she's so cute.” He shuffled behind her so she had a good glance at Lavender. She was playing quietly next to Daniel’s messy heap of music sheets next to the piano. Y/n huffed and closed her eyes for a moment in thought. “Fine. But I need Starbucks first.” She said seriously. Daniel’s subtle frown broke into a grin, and he chuckled gently, placing a comforting kiss to Y/n’s lips.

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The group of three had finally made it to the Starbucks around the corner. After nearly an hour of trying to get the booster seat perfectly set in Daniel’s car, they finally worked it out – thanks to Jack who was guiding them through it on the phone - and were travelling smoothly through the drive thru.

“Okay, iced coffee for me, iced coffee with extra caramel for you...” Daniel spoke like a true gentleman, holding out the plastic cup of coffee with an extra toothy smile just to ease her anxious thoughts.

“Finally!” Y/n leaned forwards in her seat and pushed her seatbelt away, nearly snatching the coffee from Daniel in a fit of excitement. She lolled her head back as she sipped her drink and closed her eyes in pure delight.

“And a chocolate milkshake for Lavy!” Daniel cooed, leaning over the side of his car seat to gaze at Lavender lovingly. She giggled sweetly from her spot in the middle back seat and took the cold drink from Daniel with a “thanks”, nearly spilling it right then and there if it wasn’t for his quick reflexes. He turned back to the front. “I swear if she spills it all over my precious car…” He tisked lightly, grazing the surface of his leather seat fondly.

“Let’s hope not.” Y/n commented with a laugh.

The group enjoyed their cool beverages in peaceful silence. Daniel kept his gaze downcast on his phone, Lavender looked out her window to the vibrant, blossoming nature and Y/n focused on the tiny specks of dust that danced in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that sloped through the agape windows. All seemed to be going smoothly and well until an unwanted, faint spill was heard from the backseat. Daniel snapped his head back swiftly. His wandering gaze met the tragic sight of his leather seats covered in chocolate milkshake, though Lavender’s clothes were perfectly free of any stains, and she merely looked up at him sweetly. He sat there, open mouthed and wide eyed, with his elbow leaning against the arm rest, virtually paralysed in shock.

Y/n barely noticed what had happened until Daniel had finally shot back into reality and was stumbling out of the front into the back seat. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.” He repeated shakily. Lavender remained still in her booster seat as Daniel rummaged through the scattered mess of supplies in the trunk. “My poor baby!” He breathed sadly, completely dodging the toddler and rushing inside the car to clean the stain.

Lavender squinted up at Daniel’s obvious panic and uttered out the kindest, “sorry” that Daniel had ever heard, so much so that the concern brimming all over his face melted into a smile and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s okay.” He whispered kindly.

Y/n leaned back over to see the mess and tried her best to muffle her giggles with Daniel’s hoodie. “Hey,” She started as she opened the car door. “Let me handle this.” She said confidently, rolling up her sleeves and setting her hands on her hips.

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Much to Daniel’s relief, Y/n had come to the rescue and scrubbed the stains – with only napkins - until her knuckles were white, leaving Daniel’s car looking good as new. They had finally arrived at the mall. The midday sun bathed the building in its warm light and rays of sunlight cascaded brightly through the skylight above them. Daniel was way too eager to enter the mall, already having filled the small journey there with talk about what he was going to buy. “Baby,” Daniel looked at Y/n with a smile from a couple paces ahead, “make sure you hold her hand, okay?” He reminded gently, pulling a tight smile.

“Uhm-uh...okay” Y/n barely had time to utter out a word before Daniel was turning back to head straight into the music store, he’d been eyeing through the clear entrance. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at Lavender who was walking beside her. “Uhm, o-okay.” She muttered hesitantly as she grasped Lavender’s little hand and intertwined her small fingers with her own. They began walking closer towards Daniel when Y/n felt a vigorous jolt to her left arm. Lavender’s curious mind led her to walk in the direction of the mural in the distance. The wall of different patterns and shapes was a vivid mosaic of colour.

“Hey Y/n” Daniel looked over his shoulder to show his girlfriend the fancy, brand new electric guitar in his arms, only to be met with a cold breeze and no sign of his girlfriend or Jack’s daughter. “Y/n.” Daniel called gingerly, placing the guitar gently back into place. He spun around briskly to look for her. Daniel felt his heartbeat start to race and shouted, “Y/n! Lav!” in a fit of panic.

Y/n had been dragged to the nearest women’s clothing store by a seemingly innocent Lavender whose attention was caught by the sparkly t-shirts on the rack high above. Y/n’s gaze strayed to the clothes on the other side of the store and soon she was unknowingly pulling Lavender along with her to shuffle through the racks of clothing.

She obviously dropped Lavender’s hand so she could flick through the racks of clothes. Lavender suddenly caught a glimpse of the indoor playground and took the fleeting opportunity of independence to slunk off into the distance. Y/n held up a sage toned shirt from the rack and tugged it to the sides in front of her shirt. She glanced back to where Lavender was seconds ago. “Hey, La-” Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Lavender!” She raked a hand through her hair in exasperation, dropped the shirt and headed for the exit swiftly. “Daniel’s gonna kill me…” She breathed, looking around for Lavender as she walked through the mall.

A glimpse of purple had shot into Y/n’s vision, and she narrowed her eyes to peer into the distance. “Boo!” Lavender shouted, popping up behind her mischievously.

Y/n shot her head back, looking extremely startled and then in embarrassment, hid her face with her hands. She took a strained deep breath and stomped towards Lavender. “Where were you? What were you doing?” Y/n rushed out sternly as she set her on her hip. Lavender merely looked at Y/n bashfully with infectious giggles escaping from her lips. Y/n could help but let her serious expression break into a smile too and she let out a relieved sigh.

“I can’t believe you...” She tisked, shaking her head in disbelief.

In almost perfect timing, Daniel came bolting across the mall. He nearly crashed right into Y/n in his haste. “Where the f-” Daniel rushed out to the girls standing at the store entrance. Y/n glared at him with Lavender in her arms and he cleared his throat before continuing. “Sorry.” He mouthed silently to Y/n. “Where the heck were you guys?” Daniel asked again, offering out his arms to take Lavender from Y/n who was visibly uncomfortable. “Were you just being cheeky?” He asked sweetly to Lavender, tickling her sides as she let out giggles.

After a moment, when both adults had calmed down, Daniel set a squirming Lavender to the ground and held her hand strongly. He trudged over to Y/n with a benevolent grin playing on his face. She was happily enjoying own space from far away while on her phone. “Hey, good job.” Daniel tossed his free arm over her shoulder and placed a kiss against her ruffled hair. Y/n snaked away from him.

“That was terrifying.” Y/n breathed, taking a few steps back.

“What?” Daniel stared at her in sheer confusion.

“Absolutely terrifying” She repeated quietly, pressing a hand to her chest. Daniel chuckled at her dramatics, looking cheekily back at Lavender.

“You’re just the scariest little thing, aren’t you?” He asked sweetly, crouching down in front of her. Lavender nodded shyly, earning more laughs from Daniel and he took her hand gently to make sure that the rest of the day would run smoothly.

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deathlikesdeep-dish · 4 years

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Shower [Zoro x Reader]

Just a quick lil somethin that I whipped up this morning feat. our favorite green-haired idiot.

Hope y’all enjoy! x

Scenario: Zoro being convinced by his s/o to finally take a damn shower

Warnings: cussing (obvs), mild nsfw

It’s been 6 days. You think to yourself with a small shudder. The first few days, you almost don’t mind. It’s kinda sexy, the musty scent. It’s a reminder of the hard work that he puts himself through daily. And of course, the visual benefits of that work are certainly worth a mild stench. But 6 days? It’s beyond a mild stench now. It’s a fucking identity trait. You’d only been together for a couple months, so you don’t exactly know what the proper way to bring up this kind of shit. Like “hey babe, I’d love to really take a trip to the bone zone and all, but if we do right now, Brook isn’t gonna be the only dead one on the ship.” Even if you did say that, he’d be so confused, the adorable idiot, and probably pretty dejected too. You sigh, squeezing your eyes closed and press your fingertips to your temples.

“I’m just gonna have to manipulate the poor boy.” You decide out loud, having no idea how to manage that.

“Who are we manipulating?” Nami pops her head in the room with a sly grin.

You nod your head in a greeting to her. “Zoro,” you say with exasperation. “To take a shower.”

Nami laughs loudly. “Good fucking luck,” she’s almost crying with how hard she’s laughing. “I’ve been barking up that tree since the literal day I met him.”

This is not what you needed to hear. You groan and flop back on your mattress, clapping your hand over your eyes. After another few moments of laughing, you feel Nami sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, the answer is obvious.”

You raise an eyebrow and glance up at through the parted fingers over your eyes.

“Oh?” You ask.

“Shower sex, duh.” Nami replies, sticking her tongue out at you with a wink.

You flush. Goddamn it. You think. Seductive manipulation is not precisely your forte. Especially with someone as completely dense as Zoro. In some ways, Zoro is one of the most intelligent people you know. He’s instinctual, able to observe his environment, adaptable and cunning in a fight. But with other people? That he actually likes? Let’s just say the wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead. Very dead.

“I was afraid of this,” you say gravely.

Nami rolls her eyes. “Christ, y/n. You’re acting like it’s such a chore to have sex with your boyfriend.”

“UGH.” You throw a pillow at her, and she cackles again as she stands up to walk towards the door.

“You’re a true champ, y/n. From all of us Straw-hat Pirates, we thank you for your service.” She salutes, dodging another pillow that you chuck her direction as she walks out the door.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you grab the last pillow left and shove it into your face, letting it stifle the almost inhuman, frustrated screech that rips through your throat.

The sound dissipates, and you stand up, heading up to the Crow’s Nest, where you know the smelly swordsman will be. Nami and Robin snicker at you as you pass and you flip them off crudely. You climb up the ladder to the Crow’s Nest and open the hatch, pulling yourself inside.

You smell him before you can see him. Why am I doing this to myself? Why?

You turn towards the sound of heavy breathing and you see Zoro, in all his bare-chested glory, doing one-armed hand stand push-ups while he used the free arm to curl a massive dumbbell.

Oh yeah, that’s why. You reply internally.

His back is to you, so you’re able to watch the muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath his tanned skin effortlessly. He’s taken his long green coat off, leaving him in only his pants and boots. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down his back, each bead following a different muscular curve. He makes soft grunting noises with each rep and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your heart race.

You clear your throat softly, hoping to gain his attention. He doesn’t turn, only switching the role of each arm. So, you try again, this time a bit louder.

You watch him stiffen at the disturbance, his head shooting down between his arms to look at the intruder. His steely eyes meet yours and soften, along with his body and he gives you a grin, clearly pleased to see you. He pushes himself up and flips upright to land on his feet before turning to greet you.

“Hey y/n,” He smiles again and grabs a towel off a rack to wipe his face and hair.

He begins to walk toward you and you almost forget your mission. He looks so handsome, especially with that wide grin that he typically only reserves for you. His green hair is damp, making it a slightly darker shade than usual, and he drapes the towel over the back of his neck. He halts in front of you, his hands moving to grip each end of the towel casually.

“What’s up?” He says.

You realize you haven’t taken a breath for a few moments, and you inhale to reply to him. Rookie mistake. The smell of him hits you again, and you cough without warning.

Shit, you think. Don’t screw around, y’n. Get this damn mosshead in the shower with you pronto.

“Hey,” You reply, forcing yourself into a smile. “Just came up here to check on you. How are you doing?”

He smiles again, the oblivious bastard. “Oh, okay. I’m fine. Just doing the usual,” he replies. “Shit, your face had me going for a second. I thought something might be wrong,” He chuckles.

You pause a beat too long. He notices. Fuck. “…is there something wrong, y/n?” He asks, now somewhat nervous.

“Oh no!” You say too quickly. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just came up here because…” You know you need to calm down if you’re going to attempt anything that mildly looks like seduction.

You take a breath and drop your gaze, now looking at him from underneath your eyelashes flirtatiously. “I came up here because I was about to take a shower...” You place a hand on his warm chest and push up to the shell of his ear. You lower your voice. “And I was wondering if you might want to join me?”

You feel him stiffen again beneath the hand on his chest and his breath hitch. His hands come up to lightly grip your hips. “You what?” He asks, his voice suddenly a little rougher.

You kiss the soft skin just beneath his angled jaw. “Join me. In the shower.” You repeat.

His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he grabs your hand suddenly, pulling you towards the hatch of the Crow’s Nest. It’s so fast that you almost can’t process what’s happening. He opens the hatch with his foot.

“Oh, so you want to come?” You manage. He swoops you up into his arms and jumps down the hatch without regard to the ladder. You land firmly on the deck below and he doesn’t bother to set you down.

“Zoro?” You ask, mesmerized by the concentration on his face. He shifts to hold you with one arm as he opens the door to the bath house room, slamming it behind him. He sets you down and wraps strong arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “Get in the shower. Now.” He commands.

Internal screams.

And in that moment, as the water turns on and your simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette quickly strips away the rest of his clothes, you don’t know what you’re more excited about, the amazing sex that you’re about to have, or the fact that the simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette is finally going to be fucking clean.

#roronoazoro #zoro x reader #zoroxreader #zoro #onepiece #scenario #one piece scenario #writing #writing challenge #poor oblivious bastard

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luluwquidprocrow · 3 years

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echoing, echoing

ellington feint

teen

2,968 words

the only way out of town is by train.

unless you’re ellington feint.

ellington feint has a really hard time in a train station, the fic: featuring big trauma vibes/denial/identity issues

“That can’t have been the last bus,” Ellington insists, leaning forward. “It just—”

The short, round-faced man behind the station ticket counter smiles apologetically. “I’m sorry, miss,” he says in a hoarse whisper. “There seems to be a problem with the other engines, and they’re not up to—”

“They were fine earlier,” Ellington says. They were. She checks the buses in every town, frequently, throughout the day, and these buses had been fine.

“Well, buses, miss, they’re, they’re finicky things,” the man continues. He breathes through his smile as he talks, and Ellington’s hands clench together on top of the counter between them, twisting tight. “But, you know, I think they should be up and running by morning.”

Morning.

The smile slips off the man’s face. Sweat beads on his forehead, a terrible shine in the yellow overhead lights. “But, the train,” he tries, fumbling through the papers on his desk and pulling out a folded schedule, holding it out for her, “the train, that comes in in just an—”

“No, thank you.” Ellington pushes away from the counter, stalking the short length of the bus station. She has to get out of town, as soon as possible. She’s spent too long here as it is. Three years on her own has been more than enough to teach her that the less time she stays in one place, the better. A few days in some small nameless town with too much empty space is certainly enough. She isn’t going to stop now because some bus isn’t running. She’ll figure out something. Ellington always figures out something.

She makes her way behind the two little rows of metal benches and over to the coffee machine by the window, a shade drawn down against the night. She’s not hungry, she’s never hungry, but a cup of coffee would be nice. It always helps.

Ellington pushes the buttons with more force than she really needs, and the machine whirs and thuds in return. She takes a styrofoam cup from the stacks on the nearby table and slides it under the tap and watches the coffee drip impossibly slow into it. She tries to time her breathing to the drip so she can calm down. It only makes her start thinking again. The old thought comes back, a jagged, angry line shaking through her, her nails digging into her palms, her back teeth grinding. That boy took everything Ellington had, didn’t he, including her French press. She never got it off the train. But he didn’t take this. She still has this.

A reflection slides up and over the smooth surface of the coffee machine.

No, Ellington thinks. Not here.

The long, distorted figure creeps behind her, an impenetrable blur for a face. It gets simultaneously smaller and larger as it moves, disappearing and reappearing in bursts, cutting around the curve of the buttons and along the silver body of the machine.

Ellington whips around, her hair flying.

No one’s there.

The machine gives a harsh click. The coffee stops dripping.

For bus station coffee, it’s not terrible. Ellington’s tasted worse. She drinks it quickly, her back flat against the wall, her eyes on the ticket man as he shifts papers from one side of his desk to the other. She really can’t stay here. If he’s already found her—she doesn’t have much chance if she takes off on foot. She doesn’t know enough to hotwire a car. She could break into a shed and steal a bike, but how much faster is that than running? But she will not get on that train.

She takes the last sip and turns her head to look at the doorway she’s been avoiding. The bus station connects to the train station next door through a set of wooden double-doors on the wall across from the coffee machine. She’s not taking the train. But there has to be someplace to hide in there. There’s barely any space in the bus station, just the benches and the ticket window counter, the coffee machine and a utility closet. And if he’s been in here once, it’s only a matter of time before he shows up again. What’ll she do then? The ticket man certainly can’t do anything about him. He probably doesn’t even realize she’s still in the room. If she keeps moving, at least she can look. She can get somewhere else, if only for a moment. Keep going, she thinks. Keep going, Ellington. She can’t stand there forever.

She casts another look around the room. Then she throws away the cup and walks to the double-doors, nudging them open slowly.

It is bigger. The train station expands out in front of her, a high, domed room where the light must pour in during the day, quiet and alone now in the dark, barely illuminated by flickering little sconces on the tall wooden beams lining the walls. More seats, collecting in the space between her and the empty ticket counter on the far wall. If it wasn’t a train station, she thinks, maybe it would be nice. But it is, so it sets off a nervous ache under her skin, vibrating through her bones. Ellington grips the strap of her purse. At least, at least there are definitely more places to hide here. Just for that, she feels slightly more at ease.

Once, she’d caught a look at the man. It hadn’t been that long after she left Stain’d-by-the-Sea. He showed up in one town, then another, then another, not long after she would. Always a step behind her. The same tall figure, in his same dark hat and coat, with the same straightforward, calculated gait. He would be across the street at a payphone, behind a newspaper on the corner, a few seats behind her on a bus. That was when she saw him head-on, when he got on the bus after her.

She recognized him. He’d been on the train that night. So then she had to be two steps ahead of him.

It’s good, though, to have seen him that time, to know the face that’s after her. To know what he looks like, to have a solid image of him, to see a young but drawn face with a short beard, makes him more real and less of a mystery. Otherwise, from behind, sometimes she thinks he almost looks like—

Don’t, Ellington tells herself firmly. Her lips press together. That wasn’t him. She shakes her head and reminds herself. Her father in the kitchen at home in Killdeer Fields, making her breakfast with the morning sun at his back. Her father in the library across the street from their house, reading to her. Her father, alive and next to her, telling her a story about birds, his voice calm. Armstrong Feint. Nobody else. My father was a wonderful man.

She keeps close to the walls as she walks. One of the local maps framed between the beams catches her eye, and she draws near, moving her finger over the glass until she finds the name of the town. She’s a lot closer to the city than she thought. She hasn’t been traveling with any specific aim, just to get farther and farther from where she’d started, but Ellington figures that the city might be better than a million small towns. There’s a lot of things she can do there. It’s big enough for anyone to get lost in. She can disappear in there and get a job, find a place to live, she can be anybody. Or maybe she can be Ellington Feint there.

She takes a step back, her stomach seizing up into her lungs in an instant. No. Somehow that’s the last thing she wants to be. It’s so stupid, it’s her own name, it’s the person she is—Cleo Knight was easier, something in her says. Filene N. Gottlin was easier. Anyone was easier. She shakes her head again, trying to rattle the thoughts out. What she needs is to get out of this town, out of this train station. How long until morning? She should’ve bought a watch somewhere along the line. There has to be a clock in here somewhere. She tears her eyes from the wall and looks around through the gray shadows.

Creak.

Ellington stays rooted to the spot. She can’t see anyone else, but that doesn’t mean much, with all the darkness. The noise splits through the room a second time, a floorboard bowing from weight. She listens. She moves closer to the center of the room and out from any light cast from the sconces. Nothing. No sound at all. She holds her breath and doesn’t hear anyone else breathing. Not the whistle of the ticket man, not the heavy breathing of the man in the dark coat. Not a single thing.

But there, again. It sounds like it’s coming from the opposite corner, on the other side of the ticket counter. One footstep, and then another. Another. Another.

Ellington shoots across the station, towards a door at the back. She grabs the handle and pulls, but it sticks, stutters under her hand. The footsteps pick up. Please, she thinks, pushing her shoulder against the door.

It gives. Ellington falls inside and slams the door behind her. The handle can’t possibly deter him for long. She gropes through the dark, feeling for a light switch, and knocks against one by the door jamb. It’s another utility closet, cramped and close, barely stocked. She looks around—a mop, a stool, a little box of light bulbs, a door wedge. She snatches it up and jams it into the slit of space under the door. She’s not sure if it’s enough, but it’s going to have to be. At least for a while. But for now, there’s a door between her and the man in the coat. More than usual. That helps.

Ellington slides herself down to the floor between the box of light bulbs and the stool. She takes a long, deep breath. It’ll be fine. She’s safe in here. The man is out there, and she’s in here. She’s safe.

You’re safe, Ellington thinks. You’re safe, Ellington. She repeats it, and it echoes in her head until it almost starts to sound like someone else, distorted by memory. She frowns. She hears a rumble in the distance, low in the floor, the train pulling into the station. Someone else used to tell her that. Someone had taken her hand, said it softly in her ear, like—

You’re safe, Ellington. Her father had told her, a long time ago, when Ellington was six and scared of the shadows on her bedroom wall. He had smiled at her. In the darkness of a train, he turned around and smiled at her. He sat beside her on the edge of her bed and smiled at her. He pointed out the silhouettes, her sweater curled on her chair by her bed, her record player, in the corner of Handkerchief Heights, he pointed them out to her, picked them up and held them close in his arms like a child and turned to her and smiled at her. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

She was six and her father was smiling. She was thirteen and Hangfire was taking off his mask and he was smiling. She’s sixteen and trapped in the utility closet of a train station, hearing an engine roar, watching him turn and look at her.

It hits her in the chest, a hollow thud against her ribs, knocking everything off center. A delayed drop rippling through her. Armstrong Feint; Hangfire; her father.

You lied to me, Ellington thinks, her whole body shaking. That whole time, you lied to me.

Why would I lie to you, Ellington? Her father had asked. His face is in shadow, then and now. The train clatters in the distance. Ellington can’t breathe. You’re my daughter.

Ellington pushes the heels of her palms into her eyes. Stars burst in the black and turn into that sweater on the chair, Hangfire holding the Bombinating Beast statue, her bedroom, a smile that looked nothing like the one she remembered, the lines between them all blurring. “Stop,” she whispers, “stop, stop—”

Don’t be unreasonable, her father said gently.

I never forced her, Hangfire said.

Nothing can hurt you.

No one can force Ellington Feint to do anything.

Nothing will hurt you.

A human being is like any other animal. If it wants something enough, it will do anything at all.

She’s there too, splayed out on the floor of the train car, playing dead, doing anything and everything. She has to be dead now, that’s the only explanation for the roar getting louder in her head and all of this and to think of the two of them together as the same person, a father, a murderer, a human being, a monster, someone who knew her and had her under his thumb the whole entire time, hands around her throat, firing a poison dart right at her and knowing he could’ve landed the hit, he could’ve tossed her aside the second he didn’t need her anymore, what else would he have needed—

Hangfire could’ve killed me. He could’ve killed me for real. The Armstrong Feint in her memory frowns. The Hangfire burned behind her eyes flickers in and out of sight, behind flashing lights in a train car, his back turned away from her. He can’t even look at her. He didn’t even look at her, the second he had his hands on that statue. Would you have killed me?

I didn’t want to kill her, you know, Hangfire had said on that train.

But you were lying to him, Ellington thinks. We were lying to him. Were you lying to me?

What kind of father would do that? What sort of daughter was she to do that? When would it have ended? What would he have asked her to do, how much more would she have done? She’s terrible; she’s sick; she’s twisted—she is a Feint, through and through, and she will wind up just like him—

Maybe there are more important things. That boy’s voice cuts through everything, like it always did, and the anger bursts inside her, fear and disgust and hate boiling—

It’s all I have, she’d said. Even now, it’s true, isn’t it? She isn’t capable of anything else—

“No!”

Something shatters against the wall. All the noise stops. Ellington looks up, blinking, her right hand on the floor. Shards glint dully at her feet. She must’ve grabbed a light bulb from the box nearby and thrown it.

She breaths carefully, letting the sound fill up the space of the closet, until her fingertips start to tingle and she feels lightheaded, so Ellington pushes her back against the wall and closes her eyes. She curls her hands together. Okay. Okay, okay. It’s not okay. But she doesn’t know what else to do. If she starts crying now, she’s never going to stop, and she can’t.

She thinks of black turtlenecks. Jazz music. Coffee. Cats. Saxophones. Short nights. Cold, brisk mornings. No masks. No lies from anyone. Worlds without trains.

Ellington jerks awake to the handle on the door turning. Immediately alert, she shoves back against the wall, but when the door opens, that short ticket man stands there, looking mildly perplexed. He smiles, gives the handle a little jiggle and points at it.

“Been meaning to fix that,” he says apologetically, his voice still whisper-thin and high. Ellington’s almost relieved to hear it now.

“What time is it?” she asks.

“Just past ten,” he says. “The bus, if you wanted to catch it, it leaves in about twenty minutes—I’ll, I’ll go get a ticket for you—”

Ellington stands up. “Thank you.”

Back in the bus station, he presses a small ticket into the palm of her hand, and smiles one last time. Ellington tries to manage one back, but he’s already turned towards his desk.

Barely anyone stands on the concrete square strip outside the station. A couple, an old woman, a kid in a hat watching the road with his back to her. The man in the coat is nowhere to be seen, for now. She rubs her thumb over her ticket. She’ll go to the city, and, figure something out. She always figures something out. She’ll—she’ll figure something out.

A flash of brown catches her eye, someone moving quickly along the platform. Ellington turns out of habit to look.

The whole world slows to a stop around her. She feels each breath like inhaling water, dragging heavy through her lungs. That kid, that boy, older now, almost her height, walking off the concrete, a thin, fraying brown jacket draped over his arm. He pulls his hat down low over his eyes, a too-familiar gesture.

Ellington runs.

She pushes someone out of the way, careening over the platform, her heart pounding in her chest, her hands, her ears. He’s here. He’s here and Ellington is going to grab him. She darts after him, a blur moving faster and faster, over the grass, beyond the station building. Lemony Snicket. She’s going to shake the answers out of him, she’s going to kill him. Lemony Snicket, dead. Lemony Snicket, swallowed whole. Lemony Snicket, snapped up by a narrow, endless jaw, too many teeth, so many bones, what he deserves—she’s so close—his jacket flickers in front of her—

Through and through.

She stops, just for a moment—she stumbles against the wall—a noise catches in her throat and she keeps going—no, something, anything else, anything—she keeps going—she rounds the corner of the station—

She’s alone.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #ellington feint #armstrong feint #hangfire #TWO DAYS LATE BUT! BETTER THAN MY USUAL TIMING

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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No Moving

Kanene’s note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was “Hey, no. We’re not children anymore.” but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. It’s been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33

[~*~]

It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy – as if this wasn’t a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year – decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise party’s rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgil’s – the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.

Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally – and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman?

Well, Roman was bored.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!!”

Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping – leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Roman’s direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Roman’s carefully manicured hands, instead, – at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Logan’s scared jump by his confused ‘Why did- why- Why did you hit ME?’ sputtering.

“Ow.” The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the ‘What the FUCK, Princey??’ shouted by the host. “Ow. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.”

Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didn’t give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. “… Okay. I am taking Patton with me.”

“Over my dead, haunted body.” Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. “I saw…” He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. “I saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-” He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. “Emo.”

“…Thanatos?” Logan pointed.

“Yeah, yeah. That guy.” Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. “Totally emo.”

“Actually, when he was created-”

“Excuse me. Focus, focus!” The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. “My brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!” Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. “Patton! The drums!” The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. “Very well!” Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Roman’s tune. “You’re all jerks and boring. Let’s play S.T.O.P!”

That caught their attention.

“Roman, you are…” Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, “aware that we’re adults now, right?”

“Aw, come on, guys!” Patton jolted upright. “Sounds fun! And I think Virgil’s yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!”

“Exactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think it’s a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!” Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else.

Roman wasn’t wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades – Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other – therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. “I mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.”

“I did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!”

“No, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-”

“That is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-”

“Oh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-”

“What is this game?” Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.

“It is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, you’re out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.

“There was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.” The one wearing two party hats as ‘cat hears’ stopped to breath. “Ah! Ah! Also! If you’re out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Looker’s partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.” He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.

“Hm. I think they used to call this ‘10 Seconds’ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.” Virgil then frowned. “Wait, why were they the worst?”

“Uhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some… attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-”

“I do NOT wish to participate.” Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed.

“Well, you do you.” Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. “Are you guys coming? I’m the Looker.”

“I’m in!!” Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a ‘You ok?’ as he passed next to the most professional of the group.

“Yes.” He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. “Yes, I am.” And then give him a bite of a smile.

Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.

“Go.” Logan pronounced.

“Oneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,” Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.

When he got at twenty, he turned.

Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! – find absolutely nothing!

By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgil’s face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter.

“You two are so funny.” Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.

This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.

This time Patton was in Virgil’s arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didn’t even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips.

Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.

“Enough.” Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. “You both clearly aren’t taking this seriously enough.” A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.

The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times – the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.

Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.

Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasn’t paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.

“You. I don’t trust you.”

And then there was Logan.

“You,” Roman stared in distance – not because of fear pffff of course not - Logan’s form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. “are fucking creepy. Stop.”

In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didn’t heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.

“Oh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!” Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesn’t need to be spoken above a murmur.

“Not a good thing for us both, I am sure.” In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasn’t the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.

“Nooohoho.” The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.

“Look at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, don’t you think, Princey?”

“Oh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?” Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Patton’s – Poor Patton – ear. “Revenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, don’t you think, Pat-pat?”

Virgil pulled lightly Roman’s shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. “But not now. No touching, right?”

“Oh, right, right. Of course, no touching!” He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor target’s ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. “No touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.”

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. “Because the exact, very moment when you can’t take the teases anymore so you break and move?” He tsked. “Then all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,” He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. “tickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?”

“Ohoho.” Roman evil laughed. “Tickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesn’t have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. It’s just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?”

“Mm hm,” The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. “Well, we could always just keep going forever.”

“Of course!” Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat lover’s chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. “Don’t you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~” He sing-song the last part.

“But,” Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgil’s breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldn’t turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. “Let’s not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?”

“Sure. Sensitive.” If he didn’t know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. “Because the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.”

“Yup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we don’t want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.”

“Absolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits… It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.”

“Which means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.”

“Or sputtering among his squeals.”

“Or cute snorts. Don’t forget the snorts.”

“And what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?”

“Ohh, that is some good shit you have there.”

Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.

Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton – who yet didn’t stop giggling and hugging himself – to calm down.

(…)

One. Move.

And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.

“No, no, no!!! No!!” Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Roman’s firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friends’ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. “Wait, wait!” He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Logan’s trashing before an idea popped in his mind. “If we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!”

“Patton!!” Logan’s protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Pffft.” Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Patton’s hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldn’t try to pry it away. “Nonsense, I know his tickle spots.”

“Not all of them. ~”

“Patton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-”

“In your dreams.” He crackled. “Also, Patton, I’m listening.”

“Virgil! Don’t align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!”

“Even the one…”

“Patton, no! Stop!” Roman even if concentrated in tickling Patton’s knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.

“Sorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-”

“Patton, please.” Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. “dON’T!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you don’t tell them!”

Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:

“I’m going to tickle you both to pieces if you don’t tell us now.”

“Sorrey, Logan,” Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. “it’s you or me.”

“I’m going to tell them about your calves!” Logan threatened at the same time Patton said “It’s his lower back!”

“TRAITOR!” Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.

“I despise you all.” The aforementioned pronounced.

“Aww. Come on.” Virgil lowered, searching the other’s eyes, grinning. “Aren’t you enjoying the view?”

“400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You know, talking like this makes me think you don’t want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!”

The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.

“You’re so cute!” Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Logan’s squirming. “Okay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!”

Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.

#Ler!Roman #Ler!Virgil #Lee!Logan #Lee!Patton #brief Lee!Roman & Ler!Virgil/Patton #Teases #Teasy cute nicknames #playful tickles #Sanders Sides tickles #Happy stimming #Sanders Sides tickling #tickle fic #Logan playing is inspirated in one friend of mine who is adorable until he starts to play then he becomes a fucking thing #out of a fucking horror movie #If he got too much close of me I would scream and I'm not kidding. He was terrifying and he loved this xD #Ohhh so that is how writing a self indulgent fic feels like-#My first plan was to make a LAMP series with all their birthdays but life said 'no' and then I just worked with what I had and #being pretty honest??? I am so so so much proud of it.#Especially looking at my first tickle fic ever which I wrote around this same time last year #Btw when I used to play this at school light tickles and teases were allowed xDDD #EXTREMELY RARE but allowed xDD #Self care is writing ur self idulgent fic while listenning your fav nostalgic playlist

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Summary: Percy has a talk with Lucy about where her mother is. Single father!Percy

He'd known that once they were old enough to understand, to comprehend the lack of a mother in their life, questions were going to arise.

It was inevitable. Much as he tried to keep things going spectacularly, they would notice, they would see how their family was different than that of their cousins or friends.

He could scarcely recall a moment when the girls were young-Lucy was five and Molly was seven-; some new neighbors had moved into the house across the street from them in their muggle neighborhood. A family of four. The girls were nosy as ever, peeking out from the corner of the window to get a glimpse. He'd been in the kitchen, preparing dinner by hand when Lucy came barreling into the room and asked the dreaded question.

"Daddy!" Lucy skidded to a stop, giving his leg a hug.

He smiled down at her. "Yes, Pumpkin?"

"I has a question," she stepped back, grinning toothily at him.

He didn't bother to correct her. "And what's your question?" he stirred the pot of potatoes.

"Where's our mummy?"

He nearly dropped the spoon.

"W-What?" he asked, weakly. He turned to look at her, swallowing thickly. "What did you say, sweetie?"

"Where's our Mummy?" Lucy repeated, not noticing the change in his demeanor. "Cody has a mummy and Danni has a mummy. Why don't Molly and I have a Mummy?"

She was peering at him with those eyes of hers, so full of childhood innocence. Percy would hate to take it away.

What was he even supposed to tell her? It wasn't supposed to happen yet. He'd thought he was safe! The girls were too young for that sort of talk, they wouldn't get it. But now that she'd gone ahead and brought it up, he had to say something, least so she wouldn't go and ask someone else.

He wasn't even certain those were her words! Perhaps she was just parroting Molly again or one of her friends had asked-that Cody was a bit too nosy for Percy;s liking-or she must have overheard someone at the Burrow talking hushedly about it. Godric knows that George couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Percy didn't know where the question had come from nor did he know how to properly respond. But the damage was done. He didn't like this, being so out of his element, so caught off guard. It wasn't him. It wasn't how he functioned.

As Lucy waited for an answer, bouncing on her heels, Percy stared down at her, his tongue feeling awfully loose and unreliable.

No one else in the family had been through a divorce or gone through a situation close enough to his. No one was able to give him the advice he so desperately needed. What did they know about this? Sometimes, Percy envied his siblings' marriages. They were happy and together and everything was so bloody perfect.

He couldn't say the same, not by a longshot.

So, he did what every parent had done at one point or another, he put it off. She was far too young for that talk. It would need to happen eventually, but that time wasn't now.

"Lucy," he put on a false cheery voice, "I have an idea."

Her eyes lit up. "What?"

"How about we go out for ice cream after dinner. How's that sound?"

She gasped, letting out a giddy holler. "Okay, Daddy!" she jumped and down, once, then went running back into the living room to inform Molly of the night's activity. "Molly! Molly! Daddy says we're getting ice cream!"

Percy let out a deep breath, leaning against the counter.

It wasn't that he didn't feel awful, because he did. Merlin knows that he did. He didn't want to lie or ignore the subject entirely. He didn't want to be like the bloody coward that he felt like. That he knew he was. It was going to come up again, he very well knew that. There would come a day where they would be searching for answers and there would be no way of avoiding it.

He knew that.

But how did one tell a child that her mother had run off without a second thought about them?

Percy continued to cook; every once and awhile, he'd glance on over at his girls as they rammed the firetrucks that were gifted to them from Harry into each other, making siren noises.

That night, when the girls were put to bed, he laid in his bedroom for the longest time and wept.

The topic didn't come up again until Molly was ready to attend Hogwarts. Even then, he'd frozen up when she came to him the night before, hesitantly and full of inquisitiveness. Without beating around the bush, she asked the same question Lucy had-the emotions swirling around within him just the same.

She just wanted to know, he had to accept that. It was natural. A smidgen of information, a piece of her who mother was and why she wasn't there. A flicker into a person of her life that was only there for a short time. Percy couldn't' fault her for that.

She hadn't wanted much. Growing up all those years without a mother in her life had hardened that part of her heart. She hadn't asked for a deep, thorough explanation, a reminiscing story of how they'd gotten together or really, much at all.

A picture.

That's it. A simple picture.

Percy did, indeed, have one. The only one of Audrey that he secretly kept. With a sigh, he flicked his wand, the item flying down the stairs and into his hand. He couldn't help but gaze at it as he gave it to Molly.

It was taken in the autumn of '98; as a matter of fact, he'd been the one to take the picture. He and Audrey had gone to a park on their third date. The season had changed and everything was bursting with radiance. The leaves were a beautiful shade of red and orange, flowing down as they fell to the ground. It was like a cascading waterfall. Audrey was beaming, a slight laugh escaping her from the thrill of it all.

Something happened inside of him, a small pang that he had to push through. He was no longer in love with her, but she was the first woman he'd fallen madly for and she was the mother of his children. She would always have a special place in him, even if that place wasn't the same after all these years.

Molly had been alright with that. She accepted the picture without much else being said between them, taking it to her bedroom where it was placed in a drawer-he thought. Honestly, he knew he got off easy on that and he was selfishly relieved.

It'd been years since she left, but she was still a tricky subject to talk about. He'd been so hurt and he didn't want his girls to have that same feeling, to have that ache because the realization of Audrey not wanting them would come eventually, even with him trying to delay it.

Or maybe, deep down, he was afraid. Afraid that with the knowledge their mother was out there-somewhere-they would embark on a mission to find her. To get some closure.

It was reasonable, but Percy didn't want to think abou it.

He'd tried to be more than enough for them. Taking on and fulfilling two roles, a role that Audrey had simply given up on. It was difficult and stressful and some days Percy wanted to scream because he was up to here with everything-but he would do anything for his children. He'd let them put a ridiculous amount of hair clips on him or a tiara to his head that would surely cut off his circulation one day. He would tackle every bad dream, every skinned knee, everything that made them shed a tear. He would listen and comfort them through any inevitable heartbreak of their own and help them get ready for any dates, assuring them repeatedly that they looked absolutely beautiful and their date would adore them.

His girls were his entire world. The bitterness, which at one point had consumed him, was long gone by now. But his protectiveness of them, especially when it came to the subject of her, would remain.

Lucy peeked around the wall into the living room. Percy was on the couch, engrossed in a novel he'd received as a birthday present. She knocked on the wall with her knuckles.

He glanced up.

"Hi, Daddy," she gave him a small smile. "Hope I didn't interrupt."

Shaking his head, he patted the seat next to him. "Not at all. Did you need something?"

She sat down, snuggling into his side. Out of both of his girls, Lucy was the one that didn't stray away from physical affection. Molly would let him hug her and give her a kiss on her cheek as a goodbye, then put on that facade of being embarrassed by it. He saw right through that-she would be quite upset if he neglected to do so.

"I mean," she began, unsurely, "if you're not busy..."

He closed the book. "Of course not," he reassured her. "I'm never too busy for you, girls."

She gave him another smile. "Okay."

Percy sensed something wasn't right. Lucy was chewing on her bottom lip and avoiding his eyes. He knew his daughters well enough, was aware of how they behaved when something was wrong and this certainly signalled that something was bothering her.

"You alright, Luce?"

She shrugged and he could practically see her mind overworking to come up with a response. "I just...I dunno. I just had a question."

"Alright," he said slowly, "what about, Sweetheart?"

She looked down at her lap. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Lucy," Now he was concerned. He shifted himself a little to face her directly, studying her. "What's wrong, honey? You know you and your sister can talk to me about anything. Is it that boy you're seeing? Do I need to have a talk with him? You know boys at that age can be a little-"

"Dad," she said with a slight giggle, "it's not Dustin."

"Oh," he said, leaning back. "Well, alright, then." For good measure, to lighten things up, he added, "Well, he's lucky, then."

It'd worked. Lucy laughed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

"What?"

"It's true," Percy nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips. "I'm within my full right to hex any boy that upsets you or Molly."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

He nudged her, playfully. "I could be worse. You remember how Uncle Bill was when Vic started dating?"

Bill had been regarded as the cool older brother for as long as Percy could remember. He and his younger siblings had idolized him. His laid back nature was one of the things that Percy had, admittedly, envied for a while. And he'd just assumed that when Bill was a parent, he'd have that same attitude.

However, a week after Vic came home from her third year of Hogwarts, there had been a letter addressed for her that she'd immediately taken to her room with a goofy grin on her face and sometime after, Bill had found out she'd been writing to a boy in her year-he'd been anything but cool.

He'd been adamantly against Vic dating, lamenting to Percy over a glass of firewhiskey over how his daughter was growing up too fast and he wished he could slow time down.

Of course, Percy understood. He sympathized-he did. His girls were interested in boys as well and he longed for those days when they would happily curl in his lap, snuggled against his chest as he read them a story of their choosing. But they had to grow up eventually and that's what he'd told Bill.

Lucy grimaced.

He laughed.

"Now, enough of that," he waved his hand, brushing at the air. "You've stalled long enough."

Just as he suspected, she grinned guiltily.

"Now, tell me," he said. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

She didn't speak for all of a minute. He watched a multitude of emotions cross her face all at once. Hesitancy. Apprehension. Uncertainty. Then, that familiar Gryffindor courage came shining out and she said so softly that he had to strain his ears, "It's about Mum."

Oh.

"Yeah?" he said, managing to keep his voice steady while on the inside he was freaking out. His siblings would have told him that it was no big deal but that was completely incorrect to Percy. He thought it was a pretty bloody big deal. "What about her?"

He was taken back to that five year old, asking why she and Molly didn't have a mummy. She'd been wanting something earnest, nothing that should have been told to her as a child her age.

However, she was no longer that same five year. She'd grown into a quiet, thoughtful thirteen year old who was seeking the truth. Despite that Percy wasn't ready for it.

He just wasn't sure if he was ready, to open to letting that part of his life resurface after burying it for so long. Some things were better left unsaid, left tucked away instead of dwelling on the what if's and what could have been. It didn't mean that it hurt any less, because even after all this time, there were moments where he was laying in bed, staring up at his ceiling blankly and just wondering what if things had been different. What if right at that moment, Audrey was curled up next to him, snoring lightly, rather than an empty, cold side that he'd come accustomed to?

But this wasn't just about him anymore.

"Well," Lucy said, drawing out the word, "I, erm, I was wondering..."

She trailed off. Clearly, she wasn't sure how to proceed.

"What do you want to know?" he cut in, gently.

His baby girl was so relieved. Relaxed now, tension gone, sitting up straighter, looking him in the eye, determined. She was every bit of the Gryffindor that he knew she'd be. And he couldn't help but have one thought: Audrey should have been there to witness it, to see how wonderful their daughter was turning out to be.

"Everything," Lucy admitted.

"I see," he sighed. "Suppose I should start at the beginning, hmm?"

She listened, attentively.

"Alright, well, your Mum was a Ravenclaw when we were in school. Met her on the train; she was a first year when I was in my second. And since we were in different houses, we didn't see much of each other."

Lucy nodded. "Did you think she was pretty, when you met her?"

He let out a chuckle. "Well, I didn't think she was terrible looking, but at twelve, my eye wasn't on girls."

"What was it on?"

"Being named Prefect," Percy said, reminiscing to that summer before Ron's first year when he'd received his badge and a congratulations from Professor McGonagall. It'd been the happiest moment of his life. "Your Aunt and Uncles can attest, I was terribly insufferable at that time."

"Oh, I don't need them to tell me," Lucy teased.

"Hush, you," he commanded, jokingly before switching back to a more serious side. "Anyway, I didn't really talk to your mother until after Hogwarts, when we were working at the Ministry before your Uncle Harry got rid of You-Know-Who."

"When you weren't talking to anyone," Lucy said.

"Right." It was still unpleasant to think about. But everyone had already forgiven him and for that, he was eternally grateful. "Your Mum was a secretary in the department that I was working in. She used to bring me coffee sometimes after most people went home and it was just the two of us."

Lucy frowned. "But, Dad, you hate coffee."

"Despise it," he agreed. "But your mother didn't know that."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "So you just...drank it anyway?"

"Sort of. I'd get rid of it when she wasn't looking, usually."

"Why didn't you just tell her you didn't like it?" Lucy's eyes gleamed with amusement.

Honestly, he really should have.

"Luce, I'd only had one girl interested in me as a teenager and I didn't even know if Audrey fancied me at that time, so I'd tolerate a little coffee if it meant spending a few minutes with her."

"You know, Dad, that's almost romantic," Lucy grinned. "And kinda weird, coming from you."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Percy said, dryly. "Anyway, yes, I tolerated it just so I could be with her and that worked until one day."

"What happened?" Lucy asked, eagerly.

"Audrey and I decided to walk down to the cafeteria to get our coffee together and on the way back up, we passed by a potted plant and honestly, I'd just wanted to get rid of it so I poured it in."

"And?"

"It started screaming," he shook his head at the memory and she covered her mouth to smother her giggles. "One of those talking pots, wouldn't you know it? Awful thing. I was so embarrassed but your mother thought it was hilarious and took to teasing me whenever the opportunity came to her."

"...Wow, Dad," Lucy couldn't stop the stream of laughter that was erupting from her. "Brilliant. What happened after that?"

"Well, it was quite a strange year. It wasn't really permissible to date amongst your co-workers but we snuck around it. She used to pull me in the broom closet quite a bit."

Lucy's face scrunched up at the thought. "Gross," she muttered.

Percy rolled his eyes fondly.

"Anyway. Sometime after that, I found out your Mum did, indeed, fancy me and we managed to have a few dates before getting together officially."

"Did you think she was pretty then?" Lucy probed.

Percy smiled softly, recalling that moment when he'd begun to see Audrey in a different light. "She was the prettiest girl I'd laid my eyes on."

"What'd she look like?" Lucy asked, relishing at being able to hear those intimate details.

"Like you," he caressed the silk blonde locks she'd inherited from her mother. "Blonde hair and she never took it out of her braid, either, if she could help it. She was about average height, I'd say. She only came up to my chest. Hmm, her eyes are hazel, though and I used to get lost in them often. I think she thought I was being cheesy when I said that, but I'd meant it."

Lucy nodded along, wearing a thoughtful expression. "I look like Mum," she whispered-he assumed-more to herself than to him.

"Except for your eyes," Percy said. "And your terrible eyesight. That's all me, I'm afraid. Your Mum's eyes are much better than mine are."

"So, she doesn't wear glasses, then."

"Well, I'm not certain about now but when we were together, no. Although, she did use to take mine to try them on," percy smiled wryly. "Thought it was the funniest thing."

"What was she like?" Lucy asked, after a beat of silence for her to ponder what she'd been told. "Does she like reading, too? Do me and her have anything else in common?"

"She was..." he searched for the most appropriate word, "unique. Very unique. Very much her own person. She was the kindest person I'd come across but she also wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. I think that's what attracted me to her in the first place. She was the opposite of myself, in many ways. I preferred to be alone for the most part and she relished in large groups. I could read for hours and she positively loathed to read and made it known on more than one occasion."

Percy paused. "Before we even began to get more comfortable around each other, your Mum had taken to embarrassing me on purpose."

Lucy cracked a grin. "How?"

"Oh, many ways. The plant gave her an idea so she charmed my chair in my office to say some rather...interesting things whenever I sat down. Oh, and there was this one time where, for nearly a month, she would greet me rather obnoxiously whenever she saw me."

"Did she make you laugh?" Lucy asked, curiously.

"Quite often," Percy said, reminiscing back to those very times. "Of course, that was after we began to talk. I was quite irritated by her presence when she first arrived."

"Why?"

"Well, I said I was quite insufferable," Percy said with a chuckle. "It was a difficult year, too. Strange and difficult. Finding out I'd been wrong about my job then later finding out Professor Dumbledore was dead-not to mention everything else after."

Lucy nodded wordlessly.

"But anyway. She was the complete opposite of myself, as I said, and she was always doing things unorthodox. Think she was trying to wind me up on purpose and I must say, it worked majority of the time," Percy's chest ached, drifting back into those old memories he'd been suppressing. Her grin that had once made his stomach flip flop was becoming vivid in his mind once again. "Really, I couldn't stand her at first, if I'm being honest. She was a right pain in the bum and it wasn't until one night she brought me a coffee because she said I'd been working too hard-that I finally noticed her."

"Here. Take this. You look like dragion dung."

"That's hardly an appropriate way to speak to your co-workers during hours."

"Oh, I see it now. You're one of those uppity types, aren't ya?"

He'd been rendered speechless by her sheer audacity; no one had spoken to him in that way since he'd first started working at the Ministry.

"Enjoy your coffee, Percy Weasley. And try not to tie your tie so tight next time. Cuts off air to your brain. Makes ya cranky. Like now."

"Dad?"

Lucy's voice brought him out of his daydream.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Why did she leave?"

Percy took a good, long look at his daughter. Her eyes, so full of wonder and defeat; her face worn in a way that should never have been.

And he hated it.

Hated what Audrey had brought on by her own selfishness.

"It's complicated, Lucy," he eventually settled on.

"How?" her voice was sharper. "How's it complicated?"

Percy kissed her temple, soothing rubbing a hand down her back. "You have to understand; your Mum and I...Audrey and I got married fairly quick after the war."

"I know that," Lucy's voice was now tinged with impatience. "Uncle George said you were the second one, after Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur."

"There was a reason for that," he took a deep breath. "You see, Luce, after the war, we just...we all wanted some normalcy back. It was so tough for so long that we just wanted to feel something familiar again. So, we got married and tried to make life go on again."

He continued, "It was okay for a while. We were happy. Audrey got along with everyone fine and I was slowly talking to the family again. I thought everything was going to be okay again."

"But it wasn't," Lucy said, knowingly.

"No," he agreed. "It wasn't. Your Mum and I started having rows after Molly was born. We'd never really fought before that and then suddenly we were screaming at each other left and right."

That was the most unpleasant phase of his marriage. The one where they'd gotten past being comfortable with each other and had gone on to nitpicking at everything. He could admit, shamefully, some of his worst offences where when he was exhausted from a day's work and came home, scolding Audrey for trivial things, such as leaving a window or a cabinet door open.

But he admitted to his rather poor behavior. Audrey, more often than not, made countless excuses, stating numerously of her disdain on staying home to watch over Molly.

Initially, he believed it to be hormones from her pregnancy. His Mum had said that she still might be moody after giving birth. So, he brushed it off and when time came for her maternity leave to finish, he'd thought-given her complaining-she would go back. But with an angry fling of her arms, she informed him-bitterness stinging her tone-that she was intending to quit her job so they didn't have to worry about a babysitter.

That was when the storm began to roll in.

"Do you regret it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Getting married?" he clarified.

Did he?

In the short time he and Audrey were together, so many beautiful memories had become woven in his mind. Ones that'd he cherish. If only now things were different, better circumstances, but while the marriage itself hadn't worked out, she had given him the two most precious gifts anyone had given him.

"No," he assured, dropping a kiss on her forehead. "Because I've got you and your sister and I'd do it all over again if I had the chance."

"You mean it?" she asked, insecurely.

"I mean it," he affirmed. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Yes." Percy recognized the pointedness of which she spoke. "You still haven't told me why she left."

"Right," he mumbled. He rubbed at his chin. "Well, I'm going to be truthful, Luce, but I don't want you to dwell on it."

She nodded.

She was doing that a lot. Then again, what else was she to do?

"Your Mum wasn't happy being a wife and a mother," he admitted.

Lucy kept her gaze downward. "Did she tell you that?"

"She didn't have to."

Much as she tried to keep up the pretense, Percy had begun to see through it as the months passed from Molly's birth. She didn't have that gentle, nurturing aura to her and would frequently snap at little Molly for crying too much or showing blatant favoritism by the way she would instantly calm down in Percy's arms when she'd previously been wailing in Audrey's.

(Percy had nearly snorted at her claim that their baby was somehow favoring him, but he held it back when Audrey's eyes practically had fire coming from them).

He'd brought his concerns to his parents, in hopes that they could share some wisdom to help them through it. It was the war, they said, she must be struggling. They were of the belief that Audrey would get accustomed to parenthood eventually, that she'd merely gotten off on a rocky start.

But it didn't get better.

"She was impatient," Percy recalled. "Not very eager to witness Molly's milestones. Think she was resentful that she'd done it all so quick."

He hadn't known the correct way to approach the delicate subject with her, without sounding accusatory or making her believe that she was an awful mother. He'd come across her holding a sleeping Molly in her lap, with one arm over her middle to keep her from falling.

It proved that she was capable of acting motherly when she didn't let her temper fly off so easily.

He'd thought, or maybe he'd merely been fooling himself to feel better about the situation that he'd tried so hard to avoid, things would get better.

He'd thought that she was genuinely glad when she found out she was pregnant with Lucy.

She never indicated anything else, nothing to suggest that she was dismayed by it. She was there to pick out colors for the nursery, to decorate it with some stuffed animals and had snickered when Percy failed miserably trying to put together the crib by hand.

But then, as the months passed, the due date inching closer, she became a little more withdrawn. Any pleasant mood or smile would wipe away at the mention of the baby. She quit participating in any talk about it altogether.

It left an uneasy feeling swirling in Percy's stomach. Though, he tried to convince himself that it was just nerves. She'd be alright once the baby came.

She didn't.

"Did she even love us?" Lucy expressed her doubt.

I don't even know, myself.

"I wish I could tell you," Percy adjusted Lucy's glasses for her, they'd slipped down to her nose."I wish I could say she loved you both dearly-and maybe she did, deep down-but the truth is, I don't know."

"Oh," Lucy mumbled.

"But I love you," it didn't matter that she obviously knew that, he would reiterate it to them so he knew that they knew it. "And that's never going to change."

"I know, Dad," she said, gratefully. "I love you, too."

He ruffled her hair.

"I just have one more question."

"Ask away," he told her.

"When did Mum leave?"

"Shortly after we took you home from St. Mungos," he said, heavily sighing. "Your Mum, she was...acting quite strange. She wouldn't touch you and I was so busy trying to take care of you and keep Molly out of trouble I-" His words caught in his throat.

"You what?" Lucy said, concerned.

"I didn't even notice the empty wardrobe," he said with a slight, humorless laugh. "She'd left. Nearly two weeks after you were born and she left while I was changing you. I didn't even hear here, didn;t even get to say goodbye."

Lucy took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly.

"She left me a note, explaining everything. I'm glad you and your sister don't remember. I-I didn't know what to do with myself. I was terrified of letting you both down."

Lucy looked scandalized. "You could never let us down, Daddy!"

He smiled softly. "Thank you, Princess."

They sat there, silently, each drifting off into their own thoughts.

"How long did it take, you know, before it got better?"

He'd expected that question.

"A while," he said, truthfully. "It took a great deal of time to stop feeling so bitter. There were days I didn't want to get out of bed but I had to, because I had you girls to care for."

"So," Lucy's voice had taken on a slightly teasing tinge-that he suspected was to break up the tension and honestly, he was grateful for that, "technically, that means you owe us, right? Because otherwise you would've stayed in bed and probably looked like Uncle Charlie when he goes months without shaving."

A teeny smirk found its way on his lips. "Perhaps."

"So, like a new broom owe us or extra hour till curfew owe us?" Lucy grinned.

"Or," he chuckled, "how about I overlook the fact that Uncle George found you and that boy kissing in the back of the shop last week?" He raised his eyebrows when she smiled sheepishly.

"We'll go with that."

"I thought so," he checked his wristwatch. He ought to get dinner started by now before Molly came to moan that she was positively starving. "And maybe a stop at that muggle pizza place is fine, to."

"You're the best," Lucy kissed his cheek, jumping to her feet to inform Molly of their plans.

"And don't forget it!" he called to her.

He was getting up when she stepped back into the room, looking far more lighter than she had when she first came to him.

"Dad?"

"Yes?" He looked at her.

"Thanks," she said sincerely. "I know I don't appreciate you enough but I promise, I'll do better. You really are the best."

She left, making all sorts of racket as she ran up the stairs, hollering to her sister.

A warm sensation filled his whole body. He'd doubted for so long that he was doing the right thing, fretting and comparing himself to all those other parents that seemed to have it all together-

But his little girl thought he was the best.

And that was alright with him.

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kkeidawrites · 3 years

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Pssts I got the stuff the content after this I think you’ll find to be quite lewd ready yourself👀

Adrian Tepes X Black!Reader

Notes: ok so this starts very silly and stupid mentions of poop not scat promise Adrain jus teases reader about anal super teasing kink

You ran into the study Adrian was in, and skipped through the doors.

“Adrian! I did it!”

“Oh really? All by yourself now?”

He answered slyly and put down his book. On the desk it was a tad cool nowadays and Adrian sat by the fire in the cozy library

“Don’t tease me! You don’t even know what I did! Anyway, I was looking at the doctor books.”

He snorts, repeating doctor books.

“I don’t poop anymore!”

He spat his tea coughing at the absurdity I’d just blurted.

“I- huh?? I’m pretty sure you need to shit, half sheep or not, I don’t know what you read but-“

He blabbered on increasingly concerned with my wellbeing.

I stopped him to explain I was gonna be just fine.

“Listen listen! Of course, I couldn’t really do something like this safely without magic! It’s a little hard to explain, but I radiate excess waste off in the form of my aura. Mines pink!”

He slowly calmed at my explanation his expression morphing from mild worry to amused disbelief.

“Well as long as there’s no adverse effects. And why would you do such a thing?”

“Cause pooping is gross!”

He was about to laugh before a sly smile grew on his face. He slowly rested his head on his hand and said

“Hmm well yes, perhaps. But have you ever heard of the saying don’t use it and you lose it.”

I felt a cold in my head at the implication.

“Th-that’s not gonna happen!!”

I blurted to an undeterred Adrain.

“Hahaha well you never know. If you happen to require my assistance in keeping your privates, I’d be happy to lend my ah tool.”

Jus as my head been cooled, it erupted in heat. The blood tickling and pricking my nose. I whispered “t-tool...!” As my heart jumped in my chest.

“Y-you saying this too!! Y-your joking!! Your just teasing me!”

As my mind couldn’t help but to fall into a deep gutter, Adrian was no help in the senerio playing out in my head.

“And since you won’t be defacteing anymore. I suppose that’s the only use for it.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he mock gasped.

“Have you done this just so I’d give you ana-“

“OH MY GOD STOP!! YOUR SO EMBARRASSING THATS N-NOT WA-HAT I-“

My sentence devolved into chocked whimpers and stammers. He couldn’t tease me like that! Not when I... not with the way I felt for him.

I tried scraping up my dignity with a pout before turning on my heel and stomping-

He’d appeared in front of me and swung me around in his embrace like a dance before he fell pulling me to the floor with me

“Now, now I can’t help but to tease you when you’re so shy about sex.”

I couldn’t say a complete word as he hit the mail on head.

“Your blood pumps so hard when I tease you, when I teleport to you, when I walk in the room.”

You were completely shocked and mortified.

“But you like that sort of thrill do you not?”

“I-I don’t like bbeing...”

I couldn’t even finish the lie.

“Well, if you don’t then...”

He began to slide his lean body off me and I swiftly caught the hem of his shirt. He looked down to my face giving off heat and you’re free hand covering the bottom half of your face.

Fuck you’re adorable. What was he gonna do with you?

“Wwait please s...stay...”

My eyes darted from him to the space beside him; back and forth.

“Stay, where?”

A pause. Every time I spoke I got quieter.

“...o...on top of m-me.”

“Hmmm, then will you answer my assumption about you?”

I peeked up at him through long eyelashes.

“I...I love you...”

He bit his lip trying to regain control over himself.

“You can’t escape with your love confession. Now you have to know that I love you too, but you’ll answer my question.”

I bit my own lip and took a shaky breath in preparation.

“Y-yea I ...I like... being teased.”

“By whom?”

My heart was racing as hot tears pricked the corner of my eyes.

“By, you.”

“Hahaha I’ll take your answer for now.”

I felt like he’d been smothering me with his aura, going to the trouble of slowly getting the truth from me. I let him into my chest and head hypnotizing me. Finally, I took a first full breath.

“You did so good for me, Dear.”

I shivered as he whispered lowly into my ear.

He wrapped his arms around me and sat up with me.

“Wh-what just happened...why was that so...”

He chuckled.

“Was it too intense? You aren’t the only one who can manipulate their aura. Of course, I suppose we use it for different reasons.”

I laughed breathlessly before gasping. That feeling came again, then left.

“Although, it does help...”

He placed his hand on my chest.

“That I love you...”

The heat had only partially subsided from my face. I fidgeted with my hands, my tail flicking back and forth as I sat in his lap.

“Th-that was nice...”

“Only nice?”

“....it was... really good...”

He smiled down at me. His eyes sparkled softly as he looked at something so precious. Geez if he kept looking at me like that, I was really gonna start crying.

“Alright then. We’ll take baby steps for now.”

He lifted me and walked from the study into the hall.

“Where are you...”

“To sleep.”

I flushed, oh crap! My heart jumped in my chest again.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you must be tired, in fact I’m exhausted. This power is a little new, but it’s not often I use it you know.”

I smiled swatting him for flexing on me. Adrian took me to a blissfully dim room. I loved the feeling of his body there embracing me like this. I felt a peace I couldn’t describe with words especially since Adrain was relaxed enough to sleep. With this, I felt like we could heal what was left of our tattered hearts.

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paperbagpetrichor · 4 years

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Hey! Is it okay for me to request Headcanons for jotaro, Giorno, and Joseph reacting to having an s/o who’s very clumsy in everyday life but when it comes to fighting she can take down groups of people twice her size and height ?

[ I hope it’s okay that I just did Joseph and Jotaro! I’m not far enough in to be confident in writing for p5 quite yet, my apologies, but I hope you enjoy these two! ]

J o s e p h ;;

At first he didn’t think much of you, other than that you were a hell of a cutie. Petite, almost always fumbling, both physically and around your words, a pink blush constantly tinting your cheeks, he initially believed you were shy and nervous in nature, and, to some degree, you were. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t think he’d see much of you throughout his journey, but he didn’t pay you much attention. Whenever he saw someone being a bit of a klutz, or tripping over their own words, nevertheless, his mind would always flash back to you, the girl who seemingly popped out of the background sheerly because of her awkwardness.

It quickly became clear that you weren’t going anywhere. As it turned out, you were one of Lisa Lisa’s most prized students, excelling in Hamon. Joseph thought himself insane the first time he and Caesar ran into you. That same small girl, bumbling about like a lost puppy, was a Hamon master? It was almost laughable. In fact, when Lisa Lisa introduced (or rather re-introduced) the two of you, he couldn’t help but let a laugh escape. “[Y/n]? [Y/n] [l/n]? That name must be common, then,” he’d chuckled, rolling his eyes, only for his trainer to cast him a stern glance as you emerged behind her, nearly tripping on the brick flooring. His jaw practically hit the ground.

Even during training he couldn’t believe it. Somehow, you - clumsy, small, innocent, and somewhat of a mess at times - were ahead of him. He clung to whatever little logic he could muster. After all, he hadn’t seen you use Hamon, so perhaps you were simply some relative of Lisa Lisa’s, visiting, exempt from practice because you genuinely didn’t know the first thing about anything, Lisa Lisa simply letting you live your dream. You were adorable, of course, but something like jealousy and uncertainty held Joseph back, generally avoiding you.

Only after your first sparring session did he realize how wrong he’d been. “I’ll go easy on you, love,” he’d reassured as the two of you set yourselves into position, only eliciting a small snort from you and a “you don’t need to” under your breath. The moment he plunged into battle you were able to pinpoint his moves fairly quickly, although, to be fair, after watching him train, you’d grown rather accustomed to his typical moves. You easily avoided jabs and kicks, dodging clacker balls with ease, allowing a few well-placed Hamon-filled punches and swift feints followed up by some powerful roundhouses left him breathless on his back in what felt like an instant. Through his panting, holding his head, he saw you step over him, for the first time looking and truly feeling like a giant, worthy of all the praise Lisa Lisa had given you. “You don’t need to go easy on me,” you informed with a good-natured smile, reaching out to help him back to his feet. Before he gathered the strength to take your hand, he still had to process it all, bewildered at the transformation from a girl who could hardly stand to one who could beat him almost instantaneously. “…No shit.”

From then on the three of you, Joseph, Caesar, and yourself, continued on the journey to defeat the Pillar Men. Although he’d seen your skills, Joseph still saw you as a flower, just barely in bloom and in need of protection. He couldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you. Not that he was particularly planning on you falling prey to enemy traps, but even after proving yourself in battle, he still continued to see the you he’d first met pretty much anywhere outside of battle. Thus, he couldn’t believe when you agreed to help him on his quest. He tried to talk you out of it. But, although your words were stuttered and repeated, you were committed, and nothing he could do would stop you. Eventually he found himself letting his fears go. Instead, he took to teasing you, pondering aloud how the pretty mess that was you could kick ass in battle.

Your first fights against the Pillar Men only continued to further his amazement. What took Joseph minutes took you seconds, and even as time progressed and he learned new techniques, you always seemed to be just ahead of him. Something about the sight of you taking on ancient super-human godlike beings, easily twice your size both in terms of height and muscle, always managed to astonish him. Although he continued to tease you, he genuinely did admire you. His affection built but he hid it beneath playful words. “You don’t mess about, do you?” he’d joke after a battle, when the both of you were finally able to catch a break. You would smile and shake your head. “Not in a fight, at least.” A giggle would follow, and he’d run a hand through your hair. You were absolutely precious.

After Caesar’s death, the two of you only grew closer, you left wordless at the loss of your friend while Joseph was tormented equally in yells and cries out for his lost partner. You both tried to help one another get through it, and although evidently your fighting - both of yours - was impacted poorly initially, the two of you quickly learned to read one another to step in should the other need a moment. In the end your grief only made both of you stronger and more determined to end it all. “You absolutely confuse me, you know,” he’d admit with a lazy smile when it was just the two of you alone. You would look at him with innocent eyes and inquire, “Is that a bad thing?” “Not at all.” He paused, and suddenly planted a kiss on your cheek. “In fact, I think that’s why I love you.”

J o t a r o ;;

The instant he heard his klutz of a classmate had a stand, he felt like the world had been flipped on its side. How were people like him and people like you even remotely similar? You were practically half his height, almost always stumbling in the hallways, tripping over your own feet and stringing your words together as gracefully as tangled Christmas lights in mid-July. Quite frankly he thought you were perhaps one of the weakest people he’d ever known. Your antics were precisely the opposite of his, and he couldn’t care less.

He gave a heavy sigh and tipped his hat down to hide the dissatisfaction that twisted his face when you were recruited to fight Dio. All you were going to be was dead weight; someone whose constant mistakes would not only drag the group down but possibly risk all of their lives, undoubtedly forcing the more compassionate Crusaders to help you rather than finish up battle. He, his grandfather, Kakyoin, and Avdol were well-trained. And up against an immortal being. And then…there was you. You could hardly make it up the stairs without your foot catching one of the ledges, and for some godforsaken reason, the others had made the extremely bright decision to take you to fight a person equivalent to a god of sorts.

The first time you were truly able to shine was in the fight against Polnareff. As most of your group fell into defense, in unfamiliar territory against a powerful man with an equally powerful stand, not to mention a minion of Dio, it was only Jotaro and, surprisingly enough, you, who took to offense. Before anyone could so much as get a hit in, you were lunging at him, deftly avoiding his quick movements and flashing about at an unprecedented pace, setting elaborate ruses to catch him off guard and swiftly landing the first blows within seconds, showing no intention of stopping as you continued to watch for his movements and make your moves. After a moment of shock, Jotaro joined you, and even though it was you who ultimately took him down, he still couldn’t believe his eyes. Perhaps it had just been a stroke of luck. That had to be it.

You became fast friends with the other members of your team, especially Kakyoin, but Jotaro, given his reserved nature, atop his doubt at your abilities, remained rather cold to you. It took a good few battles for him to realize that this wasn’t the work of some lucky streak. Somehow, that same clumsy schoolgirl that he’d found a hindrance was now a warrior on the front lines, tackling enemy after enemy, always managing to find weak points and strike viciously, rivaling, if not surpassing, his own ability. Eventually an odd sort of respect bloomed in his chest for you. It rose with every moment in battle, but wavered every moment outside it. Nonetheless, he figured he should at least stop isolating himself from you, especially as the two of you often wound up working together to take down an enemy. Your nature was still off-putting for him, but he found you to be a very sweet girl, strong not only in battle but also in mind, even if lacking in other departments. The two of you began coordinating your abilities for the best outcomes possible, and, in doing so, found affection to one another.

Although he’d never admit it, he was falling hard for you, both the silly klutz and the talented fighter all in one. He noticed you seemed to feel the same. Often the two of you spent your free time together, even if it was in silence, partially because of Jotaro’s stoic personality and your quietness so as to prevent you from fumbling your words and appearing stupid. But as time passed, the two of you opened up to one another (at least, as much as could be expected). His seriousness played off well with your innocence, and although he’d always find himself giving his signature yare yare daze every time you wound up messing something up, he learned to appreciate it as a part of you.

After the primary bridge of your friendship - Kakyoin - was hospitalized, he grew frustratingly concerned for you, and you for him. He seemed much more protective of you, strangely so, not just to you but to everyone, and although you would always assure him you’d be fine a sense of duty to keep you safe would still cloud his mind, only to slowly dissipate as you proved your skills over and over, countless times in countless battles.

“I - um, I probably annoy you a lot,” you confessed one day, after defeating an enemy stand and having a rare moment of peace in a small town, browsing the scenery, just you and Jotaro, your cheeks flushing as you continued, “s-so thanks for putting up with me.” A nervous giggle escaped you, the redness tinting your face only growing in saturation as you prepared yourself for your next words, continuing slowly, voice wavering despite your best attempts to remain calm, “And I’ve never really…done this before, but I’ve never really felt like this before, and so what I’m trying to say - what I mean is - I think I love you.” You closed your eyes tight, unwilling to see the expression on his face, only for a ruffling of clothing and a small grunt of acknowledgement to cause you to peek. Jotaro had pulled his hat down over his face, put you could see a small shade of pink rising on his cheeks, mumbling a small all-too-familiar phrase. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute - surely he’d reject you. But instead, you found yourself with his hand on your shoulder, holding you firmly as though unwilling to let go. “Then do me a favor, and stop tripping over yourself.” It wasn’t a yes, but as he brushed a few stray strands of your hair back into place, you grinned like an idiot. It was just as good as a yes, in your eyes.

The first time Jotaro ever said the words ‘I love you’ weren’t to his mother, or father, or any of his family or friends. They were to the only one he truly, genuinely loved, with every inch of his body and mind and heart, who made his heart race and brain cloud and who he couldn’t start to imagine his life without then: you. It was right before the battle with Dio when he pulled you aside, and, without any buildup, simply spoke the words with passion. Before you even had the time to process them he was kissing you, holding you closer than ever before, and in his embrace the two of you formed a pact: no matter what, you were both going to make it through this, and when you were done, and the past was simply that, the past, you would begin your bright future, together.

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strawberrytheduck · 3 years

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Belle Quacks Chapter 8

Belle was jolted back to reality when Morgana tapped her on the shoulder, being greeted with a smile. The sorceress sat across from her, sipping the caramel latte she ordered. “I love your dress.” The tall woman commented. Belle blushed, smiling. “Thank you, I think I actually got it a thrift store. I love yours too, you look like that woman from the Addams Family.” She hoped it was a compliment, that Morgana would like that. “Really? Great! She’s been an inspiration for my wardrobe for years.” Okay, good, it was a compliment. Belle was worried she’d take it the wrong way. The two began talking, Belle about her brother, time with Camellia and her business. Morgana asked about her childhood but, upon noticing a sad and scared look on her face, began talking about her time as a villain and a hero. Belle did struggle to pay attention but didn’t want to seem rude and forced herself to listen. The sorceress noticed and stopped talking, checking on Belle’s comfort. The smaller female explained how she struggled to pay attention at times which Morgana assured her that she understood, telling her that her comfort was important. She nodded, pulling out more paper to design more jewellery. Morgana kept talking, Belle was half-listening. There was a question biting at the back of her mind. “How do you act so understanding towards me?” Upon realising she said that out loud, she looked up. Morgana went from surprise to calm. “I had a friend like you, still close with them actually, I learned to be patient and the behaviours they might exhibit. They’re not as energetic as you but still similar.” Ah, that explained it. Morgana had a close friend similar to her, meaning she knew how to talk to her. Belle smiled, apologising for the sudden question but thanking her for her patience.

Why Belle cared so much about what Morgana thought about her, she didn’t know but she wanted to make Morgana happy and showed she cared. Sadly, time flew by, meaning Belle had to leave and head to her store. “Well, I’ll see you soon Belle. It was nice hanging out with you.” The black haired duck said, smiling and waving goodbye. Belle waved back enthusiastically, excited to see her again. The small pink and blue haired duck began walking to her store, watching people as they walked passed. Multiple thoughts went through her head at once, most of them about her childhood. She remembered some of the horrible things her parents said to her such as how it was unladylike to eat so much or how her smile was ugly and unlovable. This happened and she didn’t know why, why she remembered these or why they would surface randomly after a good day. Belle bumped into someone while she was distracted. Upon looking up, Belle noticed it was just Camellia who was unlocking Belle’s store for her. “Oh, I forgot my keys again.” She muttered. Camellia helped her friend up, smiling. “Well, look who it is. Did you have fun, Jingles?” The duck smiled, babbling about how Morgana had a friend like her and that it made her understanding towards her. The fox’s ears perked up, latching on to the information. She looked like she just figured out something, nodding understandably. Sunlight hit the various pieces of jewellery, causing a kaleidoscope of colours to paint the store. The door opened and Belle felt like her heart just stopped upon seeing who it was. ‘No, no no no no no, they’re here for me.’ She instantly thought. How could she not think that? There, standing in front of the door, was the Fearsome Four. “So, this is the Quacks Jewellers? A lot of treasure here, boys.” The Liquidator said, smiling.

“Not r-r-really treasure, I-I-I-I don’t c-charge much.”She stuttered, tearing up. “I-I-I do m-make them b-by h-hand.” The supervillains looked floored, looking around. Bushroot walked to the counter with Quackerjack, reading over the prices. The jester seemed to lose it.”No way! You should be charging more, you’re super talented at making jewellery!” He exclaimed, scaring the small female into hiding behind her friend. “Quacky is right! The key to good business is pricing. One needs to trust their talents and price accordingly. However, you’ve got a high quality product for a cheap price, likely drawing in more business. A smart move.” The Liquidator praised. Bushroot waved at the smaller duck, who just sobbed into Camellia’s arm in fear. Quackerjack looked sad, leading to Megavolt hugging him, comforting him. “I scared her, I scared her Sparky.” He sobbed slightly. Megavolt ignored the nickname for once, stroking his boyfriend’s arm. Belle looked over, confused and still teary eyed. He was sad he scared her? Why? And why did he seem so familiar? She began to hum the lullaby Jack sang her as a child as a way to calm herself. The colourful villain was wide eyed, hearing a melody he nearly forgot existed. He should know it, he did create it after all. After so long, she still remembered it, did she remember him? He stepped closer to her, trying not to scare her more. He knew just what to say, or rather, sing. “When I am near, there is no need to fear. I will fight to protect you, no matter what anyone might do.” His voice was shaky, close to whining or crying. Belle looked more confused. “No need to cry, for on me you can rely.” The jester walked over to the smaller female, holding her and one end of his hat. With a gentle tug, he pulled it off.

“No one loves you like your brother, I promise I do.” Gasps echoed throughout the store, the other villains never having seen Quacky’s face and Belle recognising him. “J-Jackson...? I-It’s really y-you?” Jack nodded, holding his breath. “I-I know y-you likely d-don’t l-like me n-now because of my n-new career p-path and my lack o-of contact. I-I just was s-so busy at first, then c-couldn’t find you a-and then wanted you safe.” He cried as he held both of his sister’s hands, his mismatching eyes staring into her green ones. “I don’t e-expect f-f-forgiveness b-but I’m sorry.” Megavolt rubbed Quacky’s back, trying to calm him down. Camellia put a hand on Belle’s shoulder as she tried to process the information instantly dumped onto her. Jack seemed scared, waiting for Belle to say something but Belle was just trying to retain the information and turn it into a response. She looked stressed and worried, hiccupping as she looked at Camellia. Camellia took this as a cue to step in, something she wished she didn’t have to do. “Belle’s brain doesn’t work the same as ours. She has problems with listening due to zoning out, impulse control and memory. She doesn’t fully understand and she’s overwhelmed.” She looked down at her friend, who was patting her hand, indicating she wanted to take control again. “I-I-I need y-you to repeat t-the important i-information a-a-and to be patient with m-me.” She explained. Her older brother exhaled, calming himself the best he could. “I couldn’t find you, trust me, I tried.” A nod from Belle. “Then, due to being a villain, I wanted to protect you.” Another nod. “I don’t expect forgiveness, but I am so sorry.” The other villains walked over to their friend for support, patting his back or placing a hand on his shoulders. Belle hugged him, seeming to understand what he said. “I just missed you and was worried about you. I don’t condone what you did but you’re my brother. You’re not evil naturally, I know that. I forgive you for not getting in touch sooner.” Jack held onto his sister, hugging her tightly. Nothing would tear them apart, Quacky would make sure of it.

#darkwing duck ocs #darkwing duck oc #darkwing duck #morgana macawber #quackervolt #quackerjack #megavolt #liquidator #bushroot

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Can I request a Christmas scenario about they getting caught under the mistletoe with shy female S/O for Aizawa and Present Mic (separately)? 😍🥰 Because I really love to see they have extremely adorable moments together!! 🥰🥰🥰

aizawa shouta x reader; yamada hizashi x reader

warnings: angst (1), fluff (1), alcohol consumption

a/n: I'm horrible, I didn't read the word s/o…..so…haha…um…… I was in an angsty mood while writing one of these……… enjoy? this is a request, not a drabble!!! more drabbles will be up later tonight :)

Aizawa shouta

You took a deep breath.

Today is the day. You thought.

Today is the day. You repeated.

Today is the–

“What are you doing outside? You’re going to get cold!” A voice interrupted your thoughts, and you shrieked. You whipped your face around and looked at a figure walking your way. You sighed.

It was only Nemuri. “You, uh, you scared me…” You whisper. Your cheeks feeling enflamed as you stood outside the doors to the house you were by. “I was–”

“Thinking of ways to profess your love to little baby, Eraser?” Nemuri teases despite the own blush on her face, she was a sucker for your one-sided romance after all. “You know, for someone as observant as he is, it’s a tragedy he hasn’t noticed you’re in love with him!”

“’Muri-chan!” You shriek as you whip around as if expecting Aizawa to be lurking around for some reason. Given that you knew your crush since high school, you were sure he was busy keeping a drunk Hizashi out of trouble.

“But it is Christmas, who knows! Maybe Ecto left a mistletoe up!” Nemuri teased you as she grabbed your arm, and took you to the door.

You groan as she knocks on the door. The teachers of U.A. were throwing a Christmas party tonight. You had also decided ages ago you would tell Shouta you liked him before the end of the year was up. After stalling for twelve months, you had decided today was the day. Christmas was a couples event, after all.

But you were nauseous as the door flew open, “MIDNIGHTTTT, Y/H/NNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!”

Oh boy, Hizashi was already drunk.

You sat in the corner of the room, a drink in your hand as you chatted with Nemuri about the man she had dommed the other day. Oh, how you wished you could be like your best friend and sweat confidence. You were in your late twenties and still had issues not stuttering around people!

How you were a teacher was beyond you.

Your eyes kept searching around for Aizawa, you knew that he was here. You had said hello to him earlier. With the activity of both your best friends wrecking chaos in opposite ends of the house. You split ways prematurely.

He did say you looked nice, and it left you blushing and stuttering for a solid ten minutes though. You just wanted the night to end so that you could scream it to him on the way out and then disappear for a while. Thank the universe he was still with first years and no longer with third years anymore. If he rejected you, you could at the very least avoid him.

But the night was only getting later, and gifts for Secret Santa had been distributed. Most of your colleagues were, in fact, leaving now. But you knew you had to stay.

“I’ll distract Hizashi, you go get you… your man!” Nemuri slurred drunkenly, the skimpy red dress she wore was not at all in a decent place, but she wasn’t embarrassed. Nor did she want anyone fixing it for her. So most people avoided their stare from her body.

You didn’t even have time to reject her statement as she dragged you across the room. Aizawa and Hizashi were standing where she took you. “MIC COME WITH ME!” Nemuri laughed as she took Hizashi by the hand who had been in the middle of ignoring what Aizawa had to say anyways.

Your eyes locked onto Aizawa who was looking at you. You found yourself straightening out your dress. Your drunken friends disappeared with very loud whispers.

“T-They’re a bit too much, huh?” You ask looking at your feet as Aizawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I regret telling Mic that I would be his driver tonight.” Aizawa agrees as you nod your head.

Your thoughts were racing a million kilometers a second. The horror you felt because you couldn’t keep a conversation. You knew you had to say something soon, or else you never would.

“Do you want to go outside with me for a bit?” Aizawa asks, and you freeze. “It’s a bit stuffy in here, and I’m going to pass out soon.”

“Yeah, um, I just need to grab my, uh, my jacket.”

“Take mine.” Aizawa offers as he shrugs off the black wool coat he had been wearing all night.

“No wonder why you’re hot.” You laugh slightly, as the heavy coat is placed on your shoulders. The heat of the jacket and the scent of Aizawa’s cologne hit your body like a truck as you watch him walk out the door. His eyes on you expectantly.

“Oh, man…” You mutter to yourself as you walk after him, mentally preparing to confess any second now.

You watch as Aizawa leans against the porch, his arms folded and you walk over slowly. The two of you stand in silence as Aizawa lets out a slow exhale. The hot air of his breathes smoking against the cold air.

“How have your students been?” Aizawa asks you, interrupting the silence.

“Oh, pretty good.” You say with a smile before it falters. “I wish we could do something about Mirio though, it breaks my heart.”

Aizawa nods his head in agreement as he looks up, his body stilling. But you don’t notice this as your mouth opens ready to confess your feelings.

“Do you follow the mistletoe tradition?” He asks, and your voice dies in your throat.

“W-What?”

“Ecto hid the mistletoe here, and well, I’m asking if you follow the tradition.”

You honestly didn’t, but Aizawa didn’t need to know that as you nodded your head. Your body was quickly becoming hotter as he straightened out. And your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips press gently against yours. Your heartbeat roaring in your ears as he did so.

The kiss was short, his lips pressing against yours for less than two seconds. But the warmth that spread through your body made it seem like you had taken a shot.

He pulled away, and you felt breathless as you opened your eyes.

The shrieks coming inside made you realize that many people were watching on. You flush as you see them all cheering, now invested in their happiness for you and Aizawa. You turned your blushing gaze to Aizawa who looked… sad?

“Aizawa, I…” You trailed off, it was now or never. “I have to confess something, I–”

“Please don’t finish that sentence, y/l/n,” Aizawa whispers, and your throat tightens at those words.

“W-What?”

“I know you have feelings for me.”

And you can feel your heart slowly being consumed by the frost of the outside air.

“I can’t…” Aizawa trails off, “I can’t accept them, I’m sorry.”

Hot, bitter tears well up in your eyes as you stare at him, unable to come up with words. “S-So, you… you ask to kiss me… under the mistletoe, knowing full well that I have feelings… and you reject me, still?” You splutter, your mind unable to make sense of this situation as tears roll down your face. You can feel them freezing against your simmering cheeks as you raise your gaze to Aizawa. Aizawa who, for the first time ever, seems at a loss of words.

“I’m sorry, y/l/n.”

You shake your head, a choking sound escaping your lips as you shove the jacket off your body. Tossing it to the ground as you curse him through gritted, humiliated teeth. You don’t even hear him call out your name. His capturing weapon missing your wrist as you storm into the house. You slam the door with all the strength of the Pro-Hero in you.

Nemuri and Hizashi are at your side immediately as you walk in. They were imitating kissing sounds like a bunch of middle schoolers.

“You both were wrong,” You pant, feeling as if the world was caving in on you. “He doesn’t like me back. I’m going to leave.”

You were out the front door the second Aizawa entered the back door. Although not everyone was still there, everyone stared at him with disappointed eyes.

“You fucked up big time, Aizawa…”

Yamada hizashi

You groaned as Hizashi smacked another kiss onto your lip that night.

Your dork of a husband had gone out of his way to buy a Christmas hat with a piece of mistletoe on it. He was now deliberately using it to kiss you whenever he wanted despite the company you had over.

Setting up the table?

“Oh my, watch out y/n, I’m falling over on top of you?! IS THAT MISTLETOE?!”

Smooch!

Eating?

“Hey, y/n, can you pass me a bread roll, no come closer… IS THAT MISTLETOE?!”

Smooch!

Passing out presents?

“Don’t mind me, y/n, just grabbing some present. Ya know, I think there’s a mistletoe just above you right now!”

SMOOCH!

It was cute, don’t get it wrong! Yet your face had turned twenty shades of red and you were not happy to be this red in front of company.

So you were doing everything you could to avoid being yet another kiss steal from Hizashi. Because if he kissed you anymore, you were going to faint. Mixing yourself a drink, you walked back over to where Hizashi and his coworkers sat. Everyone was talking about what they aimed to do with the month they had off in March. Once school was out, of course.

You noticed that the hat was finally off Hizashi’s head, but you still sat across from him in the hope he wouldn’t put it back on. He wouldn't try to make out with you in front of his friends. But the kisses alone were embarrassing!

The night continued smoothly as everyone stayed in the comfort of your home. Everyone chatting away while playing board games you and Hizashi had in the house. Of course, when it got particularly rowdy, those U.A. alumni were some of the most competitive people ever. Hizashi would break out his quirk. Making Aizawa use his quirk. Making Nemuri rip her clothes. Making Cementoss build a wall in your living room to stop the horrible loud yells of your husband.

Every time it happened you couldn’t help but laugh, everyone was so funny in your opinion.

But as the night got later, everyone was getting a bit drunker…

“Who’s the least flustered out of everyone here, we know the most is y/n!” Nemuri slurred as everyone tried to make a mental note of who the least flustered person was.

You were cuddled up into Hizashi’s side, blushing because they definitely weren’t wrong.

“I am!” Hizashi announced a proud smirk on his face. “I only pretend to be flustered so people think I’m just like them!”

It must’ve been the alcohol in your system because you let out a laugh as you shook your head in disagreement. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone actually agreed with your eccentric husband’s opinion.

“I can fluster you without a problem!” You laugh, oh yeah, it was definitely the alcohol speaking.

“Prove it!” Nemuri squealed, her eyes materializing hearts as she stared expectantly at you two. Chants went around the room, and you stood up. Placing the mistletoe hat back onto your husband’s head who was now looking at you with traces of a blush on his cheeks.

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

You couldn’t even hear the whoops of laughter and cheering from your drunk friends as your lips fervently pressed against Hizashi’s. Your tongue slipping into his mouth. The taste of bitter alcohol was evident in his mouth as your tongue swiped at his. You swallowed the shaky gasp that escaped his lips as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth before pulling away panting.

Hizashi was blushing redder then you had all night.

“HE DOES GET FLUSTERED!!!!!!”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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I love your Overhaul writings! Are you open for requests? If you do, similar scenario where Overhaul's s/o found out about Eri and they start to take care of the sweet angel like their own child- but Overhaul's not having all of it? He did something that clearly upsets s/o and however it is its up to you! I just want want w a n t some more Overhaul angst for some reason

It almost shattered your heart to just had discovered what Kai was doing to this poor little girl... you remember the first time yoh aproached her she had flinched in fear away from you... evicting to get hurt...

For some reason, you haven't gave up on him... despite his horrible and selfish reasons... that and Eri were now your only motivation to stay in this hell.

Despite the experiments you were tired of seing such a innocent girl getting so hurt and having no gentle hands to comfort her... so you threw your first move carefully to not get caught...

"You... you want to be her caretaker?" Chisaki almost let go of his papers in surprise as he repeated your words in extremely shook and confused.

"Yeah..." you averted your eyes for a second before looking at him again "This way is less money wasted Kai, and besides, a... different companion for her wouldn't make her calm down? She is always so nervous, maybe this could influence on the experiments as well?"

"It doesn't." He sighed in annoyance "Her mental state doesn't influence on her blood for the bullets, but if you insist. Just take extra careful around her... she destroys everthing, and I would be rather... irritaded if something happened with my angel." He returned his attentiom to the papers in front of him and waved at the door "Chrono will stay be by your side nonetheless, so if anything happens he will take care of it."

"Will he be inside the room as well?" You asked worriedly but relaxed when your... boyfriend had shook his head.

"Eri has sorta fright of him. So its better if he just stays at the door." He looked up at you with soft and dare you say worried eyes.

"Please take care around her... her disease is dangerous."

How...? Honestly... how?

How can such a man be the exact definition of gentkeman with you and yet be sych a monster with those around hjs presence wheneverhe wanted... you don't even want to know what Eri thought of him...

You walked alongside Chrono on the subsolo of the house, mentally questioning when did Chisaki had planned all of this...

"Overhaul already say it miss (Y/N). Be careful, she still doesn't have full control of her quirk, and if she tries to run yell for us. Got it?" Chrono said coldly before opening the door for you before you nodded your head.

"Eri-chan?" The girl flinched and turned her back to see you with frighten eyes...

"Sorry! I-I'm not here to do anything, I swear!" Chrono closed the door slowly, and you saw how the young girl had relaxed a bit.

"(Y/N) sama? S-Sorry! I didn't recognize you! I-I'm so sorry-! Please-!"

"Hey, hey!" You whisper yelled softly, aproaching her bed carefully to not make her uncomfortable "It's okay, really... everthing is fine." You sitted besides her while she vurled in her own legs...

The state she was in... dear god...

"What a beautiful hair you have Eri..." you mused impressed, to see if you gained some of her trust for a while "Really! I'm jealous! Look at you, such a beautiful hair really has to belong to a princess like you right?" You smiled down at her, noticing how her cheeks had reddened for a bit before she mumbled how she was not.

"That's a lie you know. You're really beautiful compared to others childs I know..." you smiled even more when she uncurled and looked at you with wide eyes.

"Is that true? You think I-I'm pretty?"

"The prettiest." You looked around the room and saw a tiara... probably one of the many things ordered to get her to see if her get quiet...

You slowly got up and picked, showing it to her and gerting close and slowly placing in her head.

"A princess indeed! Just look at you!" You picked your cellphone and showed it to her.

She looked surprised as she adjust the thing on her head before getting teary eyes..

"Ah sh-! I mean damn! Sorry Eri! Sorry did I make you uncomfortable-?!"

"N-No... its okay." For the first time ever you saw that girl smiling up at you at little.

"Thank you (Y/N) sama!"

Your heart clenched at the sign... and the thought of your most loved one hurting this child for maiing bullets didn't help at all...

Eri had grow close to you... and he didn't like that ONE bit...

It wasn't never on his plans for you to discover about Eri, and Chisaki was livid on the day a precept had to let the girl escape and bumped straight into you, when you and him were getting back from a date.

At the moment he felt three things, relief that the girl hadn't gotten so far away for him to chase her after; terror at seing you looking at her with compassion and he had to explain himself; and wish to kill countless times the good for nothing lackey that had Eri run away.

He was rather surprised that you didn't have much of a reaction... just asked for take care of her, which was suspicious enough for him to send Chrono always in your company...

Time passed and Eri just wouldn't talk to anyone despite you or even follow orders correctly, she wouldn't answer them of course due to her fear but now she just seemed like a scary cat looking a safe place on her mother... which he had disgust to see that you were that figurine now to her.

Not only that, but many times one precept just called you out of no where, asking for your help with her... taking you away from him.

What exactly Eri was planning with this? Did she wanted to get pittied so you could be used to her escape?

He didn't know. But honestly this was going to end. Now.

"So you just take the points and... here!" You placed the fresh made paper hat in your head and grabbed one of Eri's many fairy wands and waved around.

"I'm here to take all your treasure princess Eri! Surrender!" You closed one eye of yours and growled jokingly, a warm feeling on your chest when you heard the little girl laugh as she jumped in your nech to 'prevent' you to take lne step closer to her bed.

"Never! (Y/N) sama you can't do that!"

"Who is this (y/n) you talk about? Never heard of them." You mocked grabbing her by the waist and spinning delicately her around making her giggle.

"Is you! Come on don't lie to me!"

"Nor lying."

She giggled before taking your paper hat off and told you to open one eye of yours.

"Woah! Hello Eri! How nice of seing you here!"

"You were already here!" She giggled while you placed her dowm and kneeled on the floor.

"I was? Geez I must have blacked out for a minute." You brought her close to whisper in her ear while pouting at the paper hat in the floor "That thing is cursed." She giggled whiel squirming her way out of your embrace.

"No it's not! Here!" She went to pick the thing and place on her own head before she froze at seing the door creaking open and saw both Chrono and Overhaul on the door.

She started to tremble but immediately went to hide behind your back.

"(Y/N)." Chisaki called while you tried to sooth Eri's worries by gently carresing from behing her arm which was holding onto your shirt. "Apologies for barging in but we have to... get her to the experiment." Chrono went to take a step on the room to grab Eri but you felt her gasping and clinging to you even tighter.

"W-Wait!" You mentioned while Chisaki lifted an eyebrow of his up at you "I-I can carry her Chrono... you don't need to..." you circled your arms around Eri and got up, shushing and carresing her hair gently while you stayed at least eight foots away from both men leading you to another room.

This girl had completely brainwashed you... surely. He was only more irritaded by seing how you gave her such attention and care ever since you met her... didn't you know she was sick? How she could destroy you or simply erased you out of his life in one quick movement?

"That's it. We're here."

You widened your eyes in horror at seing the dark room as you hesitantly put the child down, whose immediately cling to your leggings.

"Eri. Let go of my partner." Chisaki said threateningly, glaring down with hate in his eyes at the girl who flinched and slowly took a few step away from you.

"Kai you don't need to-"

"Angel please. I know how she is." You furrow your eyebrows together as you clenched your jaw.

The moment Chisaki took his gloves off and went to ssay for you to leave Eri gasped in horror and clinged to you, crying silently.

"What did I just said? Eri." Chisaki growled which caused her to tremble even more.

Chrono went to yank her out of you but you mentioned for him to stop with your palm lifted up in a plea for you to talk with her, as you kneeled to be in a decent eye level woth Eri.

"Please..." she whispered "D-Don't leave me alons in here..." she trembledy circle your arms around your neck, making you cry a few tears as well.

That was the last straw for Chisaki though.

"Eri get your hands off of-"

"K-Kai please, this is madnees!" You circled Eri in one of your arms "She is just a child please!" You cried out looking up at him with teary eyes as you got up.

"... You're infected. I should've know this was a bad idea." He spoke through teeth as he aimed to touch Eri but you got in the way, providing him to use his quirk.

"Please Kai I beg you!" You cried as you took one step away from him "There must have another way to make those bullets please! Don't hurt her!"

"There is no other way (y/n), you got attached to something that doesn't deserve it your worry neither your care... she killed her own biological father with her illness, what makes you think that she couldn't do the same with you?" He said darkly caging you and Eri between the door and his body.

"Kai... please." You cried silently beforee he sighed.

"Apologies angel."

Before you knew it Chrono yanked Eri out of your arms and used his quirk on you before Chisaki applied a injection on the curvature of your neck... making you black out.

He scooped you up in his arms carefully before sending a death glare at the silenty crying child.

"(Y/n)-!"

" 'Sorry' is just a word Eri. Nothing more nothing less... I hope you enjoyed your time with my partner, because you're surely never seing them again." He walked towards the exit of the room mumbling a order to Chrono.

He stopped in the door frame to look coldly at Eri.

"Shouldn't have done this in the first place. You were corrupting them with your illness and also both were getting too attached. You deserve this for making me do such a thing to my angel."

He shutted the door abruptly with his feet before carrying you out of that place.

"I'm sorry for such a bother angel, I promise neither of this will be your problem neither of your concern anymore." He brought you closer to his chest while staring coldly at his front.

"I'm not letting a sick brat take the only thing that brings me happiness neither to ruin my plans..."

💔 man this hurts T-T

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #overhaul headcanons #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my writing #zuffer writings

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paipayaseeds · 3 years

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while they were talking, fumiko buried her face in the space between his neck and shoulder on his chest, turned away from kaede. she felt her heart rate increase, but a combination of her minor injury and shuichi’s tightened grip made her feel less anxious. she shivered at the feeling of shuichi’s breath by her ear, it felt weird.

“a-ah, um- well first i-i have to...” instead of finishing her sentence, she just slowly slid herself out of the hug, down to the floor. she didn’t realize how awkward the position was, she was just going to grab her mask off the floor. she had to hold onto his leg a bit for balance as she squatted on the floor, feeling around for the mask. once she felt it, she fixed it back in place on her face. once she got it, she let go of his leg and fell over a little, breaking her fall with her arms. that’s embarrassing, she thought, as if she hadn’t been embarrassing shuichi all day so far. rubbing her head, she stood up. fumiko glanced over towards kaede, face now covered, but she noticed something... off about her demeanor. she tilted her head to the side before walking over towards the blonde and pulling her into a tight hug. she looked sad, and hugs always made fumiko feel better when she was sad, so it was an obvious solution. she must’ve hit her head pretty hard, she never would’ve done something as bold as hugging a stranger before. pulling away, she answered shuichi’s question, “i... i think it’s okay. my- my head kinda hurts, i would probably only g-get in the way, heh... okaybye-“ she left the two alone in her own lab, walking forward with no destination in mind. she was exhausted, so much had happened already today and it was barely noon. after zoning out for a bit, mindlessly walking, she noticed she was going upstairs. stepping up onto the floor, she looked around and noticed that she wasn’t alone, sharing the room with korekiyo; another mask-wearing captive. she froze, remembering the announcement that was made earlier that morning. it didn’t help that korekiyo’s appearance was quite creepy to begin with.

“fumiko, was it?” he broke the silence along with the daze she was in, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. i have to say... you are an interesting specimen.” he took a few steps closer and, instinctually, fumiko took one back, forgetting the stairs behind her. before she could fall, though, she felt a bandaged hand grab her own, preventing her from injuring her head even more. kiyo lifted her back up, moving them both away from the stairs. in the end, it left them in the hallway, holding hands, while his other wrapped around her waist.

“t-thank you...” why doesn’t it feel the same...? she asked herself. when she was this close to the detective, her stomach did flips, but now... she was just uncomfortable. she pulled away, and he let her go, hands dropping back down to his sides.

“very interesting, indeed...” he said, chuckling to himself. miko hugged herself, feeling a bit uneasy around the man. unsure of where to go, she just stood there.

“unbelievable! get away from her, you degenerate!” tenko showed up out of nowhere, holding onto fumiko’s arm. she scoffed and took them both down the stairs. at this point, she really didn’t know what was going on, her brain a little foggy.

“is something wrong? did he hurt you? are you sad?” tenko questioned her, gently holding her shoulders as she stood in front of her.

“o-oh no! he actually saved me from f-falling down the stairs...” she gulped, feeling a little drained from all of this social interaction.

“tenko thinks... you need to go to bed. you look very tired.” fumiko sighed, she was right, “here, i’ll take you! you... you can trust me!” she smiled awkwardly at the smaller girl, holding a hand out to lead her to the dorms. she wanted to trust her, she really did. but... she couldn’t. she couldn’t trust anyone right now. well maybe not anyone, but still.

“n-no, i’ll be fine! thanks though..!” she said, practically bolting out the door of the school. she reached the dorm building. however, she forgot there was a step, and she tripped over it. she scraped her arm pretty bad, pink liquid once again seeping out of her skin. she sighed and stayed there. the warm feeling of the ground below her making her even more drowsy. she dozed off in front of the building, some blood from her arm drying on the pavement she laid on.

-teapot anon (on another note i really just want to give korekiyo a hug he deserved so much better😔)

Shuichi almost tripped over his own feet rushing to help the girl who had fallen, but his outstretched hands stopped mid-way as she seemed to help herself. Despite the relieved sigh, the concern still remained in his heart.

Concern shifted into confusion as he saw Fumiko walk over to Kaede, eyes widening in surprise as she hugged her. For someone as timid as Fumiko to do that, he was shocked, to say the least. Kaede seemed just as confused as he was, yet it was clear as day in her eyes; she liked it. Well, who wouldn’t like her hugs? Shuichi laughed under his breath at the scene, he could feel his chest getting warmer.

As Fumiko left without any further goodbyes, Shuichi found himself pouting- juuust a bit. Kaede sighed before calling out for the boy, “Alright, round two! Now that I’m bringing you, we’ll definitely get her to help!” Kaede’s voice seemed more energetic, as well as her entire demeanour. It seemed Fumiko’s hug did plenty good for her.

“It’ll be ready by whenever I tell ya! Don’t rush me, you losers!”

The detective sighed as Miu slammed the door on both of their faces. Kaede only laughed light-heartedly, “Well, at least she didn’t deny us this time! Hey, maybe she accepted because of your charm~” Kaede teased, causing the boy to just awkwardly laugh, his hand rising up to feel for his hat. “...Haha, yeah.”

Shuichi spent the rest of the day searching the school for Fumiko shortly after he had begged for Miu on his knees with Kaede. It was... humiliating to say the least; but if it would help catch the mastermind, then he’d be willing to do anything(within reason).

The worried boy asked around if they’ve seen Fumiko, the only answers that seemed to stick out, or even help Shuichi were Tenko’s; he had a sneaking suspicion she probably knew but didn’t want to tell him because he was a... ‘degenerate male’.

Shuichi sighed, making his way to the dormitories as the nighttime bell rung, only to gasp shockingly loud as he saw Fumiko bleeding on the ground; unconscious.

“W-what the-” Shuichi shakily rushed towards her, checking her non-bleeding arm for a pulse. ‘Oh thank god.’ Sighing fondly under his breath, he furrowed his brow in concern, squatting down to her level to see any signs of her waking up.

Seeing none, he decided to try and ‘wake’ her before he decided to treat her. You know, to ease his own guilt. “H-hey um, F-Fumiko? I’m... going to pick you up now.” Shuichi whispered quietly, tapping her shoulder lightly to ‘wake her up’ though the pressure had purposely been light as to not. “I-If you don’t want me to, say one.” Shuichi waited patiently, eyes glued to her mask as he tapped his own knee impatiently. After a good five seconds of silence, he sighed shakily. “... O-okay, um, sorry in advance but I seriously need to treat that...” he spoke as if she could hear.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-” Shuichi muttered as he gazed at her sleeping face behind the mask, “You need to be more careful..” His face flushed pink as soon as he realized he was a dumbass couldn’t unlock her door.

... Meaning,, meaning he had to bring her in his room. Well, it wasn’t a big deal anyway, I mean, just don’t think of it like that! Shuichi shook his head in an attempt to rid of the thoughts filling his head. ‘Girl... in my room. There is going to be a sleeping girl in my room.’

See, this wouldn’t have happened if Shuichi wasn’t so weak to not be able to wake up someone who had clearly been bleeding terribly; sleep being the last priority. But could you blame him? Have you seen the girl? How she sleeps? Yeah, he’s whipped.

Gulping, he continued apologizing under his breath the whole way from picking her up, to opening his door, to setting her down, to getting the disinfectant, to treating the wound, to-

Shuichi took a big breath, ‘Okay, calm down. This isn’t a big deal. She’s just your... friend. It doesn’t matter, this isn’t weird.’ He glanced at her figure on the bed. ‘Okay, this matters a lot and she’s clearly more than a friend.’ Shuichi put his head in his hands, whining quietly against the skin before going back into his bathroom to find the bandages. “Stop being weird, this is fine.” He repeated over and over again as he rummaged the small shelves filled with toiletries.

(i don't know how they unlocked their dorm doors in v3 and i cant remember if it was by the handbook or the lock or??? i asdbhjasdkvfavsdfhjkasdbf)

#mod chia #teapot anon #rp

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ninthfeather · 4 years

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Take my pain and turn it all to gold

Also on AO3!

A/N: This is CureIcy’s donation commission; their request was, “a BNHA/FMA crossover with Ed and Izuku bonding over the fact that they break a lot of limbs. It kinda mutated and grew but oh boy did I have fun.

Title is from Barns Courtney’s “Champion.”

Take my pain and turn it all to gold

“W-why is your arm bent like that?” Izuku asked, staring.

There were a lot of people at UA that Izuku had never met before, but this boy wasn’t even wearing the uniform, just a red and black getup that looked garish enough to be a hero costume, if its wearer wasn’t even shorter than Izuku was. As if the red coat wasn’t enough to distinguish him, he was also wearing white gloves, and walking around with his elbow more or less bent backwards. Izuku’s own pain tolerance was nothing to sneeze at, but he would’ve at least splinted that, if not actually gone to the nurse’s office.

The stranger turned narrowed gold eyes on him and spat, “Because it’s broken, dumb*ss.”

Ooh, he’s like Kacchan, Izuku thought, even as he said, “Y-yeah, I-I kinda guessed.”

The boy scowled. “Then why’d you ask?”

Izuku took a deep breath. This wasn’t middle school, he wasn’t Quirkless, and not everyone he talked to was planning to beat him up.

“I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said.

“It’s just broken,” the boy said, rolling his eyes. “Can’t get it fixed here, so—”

Izuku would not allow this slander of Recovery Girl’s good name.

“T-that’s not true!” he interrupted. “Recovery Girl works at UA and she’s got one of the strongest Healing Quirks in Japan!”

The other boy blinked, startled. “Oh, geez, that’s not—it’s not a broken bone, it’s—” he tugged down the shoulder of his jacket, revealing a complex-looking steel prosthetic.

“Oh, wow,” Izuku said. “Yeah, Recovery Girl wouldn’t be much help with that. But have you tried talking to the Support Department?”

The boy snorted. “The dude with the weird yellow hat—”

“Power Loader,” Izuku corrected.

“Whatever, he couldn’t make heads or tails of it. One of his students thought she could fix it but then she started talking about upgrades and I bolted.”

“Let me guess, pink hair and goggles?” Izuku asked.

The boy nodded.

“Yeah, that’s Hatsume Mei,” Izuku said.

“She reminds me of my mechanic, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting her work on my arm when she hasn’t even finished school,” the boy said. “Winry’s at least got experience working with Granny…” he trailed off. “Anyhow, you’re probably the least weird person I’ve talked to since I’ve gotten here, so congratulations. Name’s Edward Elric; you can call me Ed.”

Izuku ducked into a bow. “I’m Midoriya Izuku! Nice to meet you.”

“Izuku, huh?” Ed asked.

Izuku flushed. So familiar! Aloud, he asked, “Will you be okay without your prosthetic until you can see your mechanic again?”

Ed shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve broken it. She’ll be pissed off, but she should be expecting it by now.”

Izuku let out a nervous laugh. “I kinda know the feeling.”

Ed gave him a sideways glance. “Hey, all your limbs look attached. Unless, what, are you missing a leg too?”

“Uh, no?” Izuku said, resolving not to poke further at that “too,” even if he was really curious. “But I keep getting yelled at to stop breaking my limbs. Especially my arms.”

“Is that something you do a lot?” Ed asked. “Aren’t you, like, a student or whatever?”

“Yeah, but, uh, my Quirk is kind of…” he made a vague gesture with his hands.

Ed raised an eyebrow. “Look, pretend I’m an idiot who doesn’t know anything about Quirks and explain it.”

“Wha…”

“Humor me.”

“O-okay,” Izuku said. “So, like, I have an enhancement Quirk, which means that I can use it to, well, enhance myself—like, go faster, punch harder, jump higher, all of that—but it came in really late, and it’s really strong. So, if I’m not really, really careful when I use it, it breaks me.”

“Okay, I’m still not sure I completely get it, but…sometimes you punch things and they break and so do your bones?” Ed asked.

Izuku nodded so hard he felt a little dizzy. “Yes, exactly!”

“That seems like a terrible power.”

Izuku puffed up, defensive. “It’s a good power! I can use it to save people! I fought hard to get it and I’m doing my best to become a Hero with it and—”

“Okay, okay, didn’t mean to hit a sore spot, but geez, not even I break myself every time I punch something,” Ed said.

“Well, it’s not every time,” Izuku said. “I’m getting better at it! It’s easier to control when I use my legs. And sometimes, I can finish fights by just breaking my fingers, instead.”

“Just breaking your fingers,” Ed repeated. “Is this what it’s like when other people talk to me?”

Izuku was confused.

“Look, kid, just…maybe focus on these new techniques for not completely breaking yourself that you’re learning,” Ed said.

Izuku nodded. “I’ll do my best!” And then, just for flavor, he added, “Plus Ultra!”

“I have no idea what that means,” Ed said.

Izuku opened his mouth to explain.

“Do not tell me.”

A/N: If you, too, would like to commission a thing, 5 slots have been formally filled, so there’s still time! The post is here.

Thanks for reading!

#fanfiction #fma #bnha #crossover #midoriya izuku #edward elric #oh this was fun to write #when your self-destructive tendencies have scared Ed Elric you have truly Arrived(TM)#ninthfeather's fic

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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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Soulmate AU: Jacob Frye x Reader 2/3

Soulmate au Chibi clone: basically when you’ve cross paths with with your soulmate a small chibi of them appears to you, it’s about the size of a guinea pig and won’t leave your side the longer you’re in denial of your feelings or until you’ve met your soulmate again, after which they disappear.

-=-=-=

Jacobs's side of the story

Jacob was grouchy, cold and tired when he finally got back to the hideout all he wanted to do was get out of his clothes and crawl into bed and sleep for like a year! He moaned relief to be off his feet and was about to take his boots off... when he saw something scurry out of sight behind a sweet jar... did the train have a rodent infestation?

No, they would've noticed until now. standing up Jacob started lifting up jars and other knickknacks nothing...He hummed confused wondering if he just imagined the whole thing due to exhaustion? Then he noticed his top-hat on the floor was slowly making it's way around the room, it turned as if realizing he could see it!

Whatever was making it move squeaked and started running, Jacob immediately started chasing it unfortunately whatever had his hat couldn't see what was in front of it and they slammed right into the side Jacob's ottoman hard seemly knocking it out.

Jacob pick the hat up and nearly passed out himself when he pulled a little person out of his hat! he staring a the tiny y/nat thing trying to figure what the hell it was? then he recalled seeing what looked like a tiny Henry running around his sister's room. (no, matter how many times she denied it...) He then thought back to when his grandmother told them about a tiny being called a fairy that would appear resembling your soulmate and follow you around until you encountered them again...

Jacob was stunned that it was true! then he looked down at the little knocked out fae in his hands. He?? at least he thinks it's a male was cute, he won't lie about that! and wondered why people were so private about these faeries? probably a society thing! the rich don't want to be bound by the poor?

He hummed using the back of his index finger to rub the passed out fae's cheek; they woke up and grumbled swatting his finger away...his lips twitched decided to show Evie.. she should still be awake, maybe she can give him a more detailed explanation?

Evie said that there really wasn't much to explain, her brother surprisingly got the gist of it. these fairies were basically fractured manifestations of your bonded one's soul, their supposed is to guide you back to your soulmate should you want to pursue them. "So what I just let him r -" Evie cut him off. "Her." Jacob's brows shot up as he looked at his sister bemused.

"Her? how do you know?" His sister cocked a brow and pointed to the counter where he set the fae down; he glanced over and did a double take when he saw mini-Henry blushing and covering his eyes!

Jacob's fae was now in only a white button-up shirt her y/hc was now down to y/hl and the button's on the shirt were down just enough to show small bust, and that they were indeed female, Henry’s fae immediately tossed a handkerchief over the compromised female who looked around tired and confused.

All while Jacob was in awe at the sudden wardrobe change. "When the hell did she change into that?!" he looked at his sister who shrugged. "I haven't the slightest Idea how they change clothes ...it just happens." Evie sighed tiredly really wanting this meeting to end so she could go to sleep.

"Now is that all you wanted to know, or did you have anything else you'd like to share?" she slurred trying to hold back a yawn her brother shook his head and got up and carefully picked up the little lady off the counter she yelped surprised by the sudden motion and looked up at Jacob clearly wary of him.

The hazel eyed assassin took notice of this and made a point of gaining her trust before convincing her to help him find the woman with his fae double, who the real Jacob might add is one lucky little bastard to sleeping next to the real... his face dropped It just occurred to him has no idea what his soulmates name is! that detail sort escaped him in the excitement. "Oi." the the fae in his hand tensed up at looked at him.

"You don't have to be afraid me, you gotta name?" he asked gently as the y/hc color fae tilted her head Jacob frowned wondering if she could understand English? and winced trying to remember those french lessons his father tried to teach him. "urm...q-Quel est votre nom?" he stammered hoping that was right! Again the fae just stared before making a gesture like she was writing.

Jacob’s eyes widened and set her down on his bed and looked around for her to use be for settling on some ink and paper, he watched the little y/sc woman dip her hand in the ink and used her hand to write, while he got ready for bed. while taking his shirt off he heard her chirp and looked over to see what she'd wrote down.

[Y-O-U-R-N-A-M-E ...L-A-S-T-N-A-M-E] Jacob repeated the name a few times it's was kind of odd... but hey! If that's her name then that's her name! He asked where she lived [Whitechapel.] he frowned knowing exactly what goes on in Whitechapel and though Y/n didn't seem the type to sell her body, looks can be ...He was brought out by Y/n huffing and puffing while stomping her foot; her face was red with embarrassment. [I'M NOT A PROSTITUTE!] was messily slathered on to the paper.

Jacob blanched started apologizing as the tiny woman crossed her arms and humph'd at him. Jacob on the other hand mentally sighed relieved that his soulmate wasn't being used in some brothel. "Well what exactly is your profession?" The assassin pressed the y/hl fae eyed him before writing down [Lampworking.] Jacob cocked his head to the side intrigued that's a word he's never heard before.

"You work on lamps or make lamps?" He asked perplexed as he tried to imagine a woman welding a light-post together or making house lamps... the tiny fae chirped and he looked back the paper [It's Glass smithing for beads, marbles, paperweights...] the hazel eyed assassin hummed impressed marbles have their own blacksmiths?... Huh, go figure.

He took a small box he had stored under his bed it had little gifts and bobbles the children had given him as thanks for saving them, and took a small purple marble out of it this was a test; he had to see this for himself.

"Can you tell me what this is?" He handed Y/n the marble which was the size of a football to her, she scrutinized it giving a serious though as she brought it up to the light letting it shine through the glass as if looking for cracks or impurities and wrote.

[A puple Purie* with an ash-gold swirl, nicely made but not by my shop!] She handed it back to him and Jacob hand her a broken black glass bead with half golden bird on it, the y/hc fae examined it for a few moments and looked stunned the up at him excitedly [I know this, I made this!] Jacob blinked taken aback. "Are you sure?" she nodded pointed at the broken bird.

[See the rook? that's my signature.] the hazel eyed assassin took a breath to process what she had said and almost burst out laughing at coincidence, seriously what are the chances they'd both pick a rook as a symbol? the y/ec fae seem to pick up on his giddiness and wanted to be let in on the joke?

[What's so funny?] She raised an inquisitive brow at him. "Tell me lass have you heard of a gang called the Rooks?.." She shook her head a smirk appeared on Jacob's face oh boy was the little fairy in for wake up call, by the time Jacob had given y/n the run about the Rooks, Blighters and Templars the tiny fae had passed out exhausted.

Jacob carefully cleaned her hands and let her use his cap as a bed, He settled down for night somewhat somber as he stared at the tiny fae knowing he can't out right peruse the real at Y/n at the moment... it was too dangerous right now! and if the Blighters or Starrick figured out he had a soulmate they'd kill her or use her to get to him, Jacob can't let that happen, For both their sakes!

He reached over and carefully readjusted the handkerchief she was using as a blanket then caress her cheek with the back of his index finger then rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

Y/n's side

The following weeks were relatively normal for Y/n would go to the glass-smith she used to take Mini-Jacob/M.J with her (as long as he stayed hidden), however he'd get all jealous and stand offish towards her when one of her friendlier co-workers approached her, particularly the sales girl up in the jewelry store upfront, It was obvious the blond haired woman fancied Y/n.. or rather YM/n act and the other male worker knew this and would often tell their younger co-worker to 'Go for it' despite the Y/n's protests and obvious disinterest towards the woman.

This caused a bit of hostility towards her males started getting ideas that YM/n wasn't interested in women...and was more interested in one of them, Luckily the boss shot them down pretty quickly noticing the fae the y/hc woman had snuck in.

He grabbed him much to M.J's distress and wrapped a rag around him making it look like a dress, then snapped. "Look here ya lazy sods!" they looked over at the old man as he held the protesting fae, luckily it was dark enough in the forge that they couldn't get a good look at the little guy.

"The lad's obviously not interested because he's lookin' for his other half, So butt out!" he huffed as the men stared in awe at for a tick before breaking down into snickering and congratulating Y/n who let out a sigh of relief! That could've ended badly, she nodded at her boss who grunted back at her.

Needless to say that was the last time she brought the fae with her! He'd thrown a fit when she left him at home, but it was for the best! the last thing she wanted was being ganged up on due to a misunderstanding...

It's was another slow day it felt oddly cold despite the forge being on, which should've tipped Y/n off that today wasn't going to end well... But she shrugged it off to just waking up earlier then usual Jacob was oddly excitable this morning she couldn't figure out why?

The fae was literally jumping off her walls with so much energy, it was like a squirrel on caffeine! It also took her a while to realize that he was wearing different clothes! large coat, a green vest and a top-hat! She'd be lying if she said he didn't look good in it, It made him seem more mysterious if anything.

She could hear M.J. squeaking and playing around with that Rook bead he's seems oddly attached to it, maybe she should turn it into a necklace or bracelet? He'd probably like that! The Y/nat woman finished getting dressed and put her jacket and hat on before turning to M.J.. "I'll be back at around noon to check on you alright?" the fae hummed before gesturing for her to come closer.

The y/ht woman blinked and complied and was surprised when the Hazel eyed fae gave her a kiss on the cheek! Y/n's eyes widened her face felt hot/looked like a cherry as she gawked M.J. who gave her cheeky grin as she stammered out a goodbye! and ran across the road!

Unbeknownst to Y/n the story of YM/n finding his soulmate had reached the salesgirl's ears and went crying to her older brother who was a Blighter, she spun him a tale of a shameless womanizer who broke her heart and humiliated her! of course the girl's brother ate it up without hesitation, And decided some revenge was in order, He snuck passed the rooks patrolling the area and into the shop he using his sisters directions he found and sabotaged one of the stations; YM/n's station. of course Y/n didn't know that

...All she remembered was lighting her forge than a flash going off! Her boss later told her how he heard a huge explosion! she was sent flying out of the building and into the back alley adjacent to the shop!

when he got to her she was bleeding pretty heavily from her left eye at least he thinks it was her eye? and holding her right arm while attempting to get up before letting out this god awful wheeze and went slack! he though she was dead! Apparently so did salesgirl saw the whole thing who being dragged away bystanders.

Started screaming and crying hysterically "I just wanted to scare him! I never wanted This!" Whatever else she was screaming was soon drowned out by the police and rescuers showing up showing up to control the crowed and Y/n was whisked away to a doctor.

All in sight of Jacob's fae who didn't notice he was crying as he dropped his bead...

[A purie is a cheap clear glass colored marble, they come in various colors and names like Blood Rubies, deep sea blues, green ghosts.]

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed syndicate #jacob frye x reader #soulmate au #chibi! Jacob Frye #Chibi! Reader

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chocobetterknot · 4 years

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All For You

pairing: idol!yoongi x fangirl!reader + other BTS members

genre: fluff, (slight) angst, (maybe) smut

about:

You’ve been to each of their show. Each fan meeting. As in all of it from 2015 up to today. But what happens when one of the boys finally notice you? The same black mid length hair coursing through the lines as you wait for your turn for yet another autograph to add to your never ending autographed items.

warning: S L O W B U R N

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•P A R T S I X•

When you both arrive at the restaurant, the man requests for a private area. You looked at Lou again but she only gave you an ‘okay’ sign with a wink. You shook your head at your best friend’s fearlessness while you were a nervous mess. The man offers you a seat wherein your backs faced the door. He calls the waiter and then leaves.

“I really feel nervous. What if we’re in trouble?” you said in a low voice after you’ve given both your orders to which he informs you that your order will be ready in 10 minutes.

She ruffles your hair and smiles at you. The one that she uses to calm you down. It may seem like you were the same age but Lou’s actually 3 years older than you. “Relax. I can feel that something good will happen.” she says to you.

“But aren’t you curious? Look, there are four more seats to be occupied.” you look down to your fidgeting fingers. She chuckles, “Of course I’m curious, you fool. That’s why we’re here. Besides, that guy looked awfully familiar so I guess curiosity got the best of me for wanting to know who that guy is.” she just shrugs her shoulders and returned to doing something on her phone.

You’ve been fidgeting for the last 10 minutes but as soon as you heard the door open behind you, you instantly freeze. Your heart hammering against your ribcage as you hear a voice. No, voices. They were happily talking and laughing but not too loud. You look at your best friend only to see her looking towards the door then retract to her seat at quickly as possible holding tight to each side of her seat with a bewildered look on her face. And out of curiosity from your best friend’s reaction, you crane your neck to see who was at the door.

Your eyes widened and your breathing hitched like someone had just punched you in the throat. You couldn’t believe your eyes because there standing by the door looking all glorious were Jimin, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook.

Out of shock, you drop your phone into the soup making the spoon in your bowl to somersault hitting the plate and table then it falls to the floor making a loud clanging sound that interrupts the boys standing by the door.

Panicking, you quickly bend down to find the spoon that fell on the floor muttering to yourself, “Shit. Shit. Shit. Why are they here?” then you heard a chuckle.

Once you found the spoon, sat back up only to see Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook seated across you, smiling. “I believe a phone swimming in a bowl of soup is less important than a spoon on the floor to you, yeah?” it was a smiling Hoseok who was standing beside you holding your phone that’s dripping with mushroom soup. He chuckled as you reach for your phone hurriedly and he takes a seat beside you. You can feel the heat crawling up to your entire face.

You smile at him nervously when he hands you a table napkin to dry your, clearly, already dead phone. “Uhm, t- thank you?” to which Jungkook answered with a small laugh, “You’re not sure, love?”

“I- I mean, thank you. F- for this.” you stutter as you clumsily wipe your phone.

“Aww look at them, both flustered,” you heard Jin say with a slightly mocking tone but still friendly. And as if Jin’s words were cold water that was poured over Lou’s head, she quickly changed her aura to her normal, calm self. “Well you guys were the last people we expected to walk in here so yeah we’re kinda shocked. The man who brought us here said you wanted to talk to us. Have we offended you?” she sits up straight crossing her arms over her chest. This is how she acts, all tough and mighty, when she’s actually shaking from nervousness within. It’s somewhat her defense mechanism.

Jungkook breaks the silence by clearing his throat when none of the boys wanted to speak, probably shocked by how your best friend spoke. “Well, I actually came here with them to get free food. Hobi hyung said he was paying.” he smiles that with that adorable bunny smile of his whick almost made you both say ‘aww’ then you hear Jimin laugh and say, “Yah, Jungkookie, you weren’t even invited but you came with when you heard there was free food.” his remark made you smile

“Anyway, you were asking why we invited you both— I’m sorry I didn’t catch your names.” Jimin continued and your best friend answers sarcastically, “That’s because we didn’t throw it?” making you slap her hand and Jin and Hoseok laugh so loud.

“She didn’t mean that, I’m sorry,” you quickly say. But Jin just says, “No, I like it. Don’t apologize it was funny,” wiping a tear from his eyes from laughing too much. “I think we’ll get along. That is if we get your names,” he adds.

You fiddle with your fingers, “I’m YN and this is Louise.” You were about to say something when your friend beats you to it again, “So why are we really here?”

“Well, this one is Jiminssi, Hobi hyung, and Jin hyung’s idea. They said they recognise you.” Jungkook says nonchalantly while digging into his food that came in a few minutes ago. When you heard those words, you immediately looked at your best friend and mouthed, “You said they wouldn’t recognise me, you bitch. I trusted you.” and all she could do was shrug and mouth a sorry and make a peace sign.

It seemed like Jimin knew what your reaction would be so he said, “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.” he smiles at you. “I just wanted to get to know the person who would literally fight me for a bag.” then he laughs. You felt your cheeks heat up again, “Hah in my defense, I honestly did not recognise you. I did find your voice familiar. I just really wanted the bag. And I’m sorry for almost yelling at you.” you said looking down to your fidgeting fingers.

“But you recognised me, YN. I caught you when you almost fell, remember? You even called me beautiful.” this time it was Jin. You look at him and chuckle nervously. “I am really sorry for bumping into you. I swear I’m not a stalker. I didn’t even know we were on the same flight until I saw Taehyungssi talking to him.” you said pointing to Hoseok making him laugh. “Don’t worry about calling Jin hyung beautiful, he loves being complimented,” Hoseok says, “But I do doubt that you aren’t a stalker. I saw you back in our Saipan fan meeting two days ago. And now you’re here in another one of our fan meeting.” he raised a brow at you making you reach for the glass of water. You felt your mouth dry at his remark”

“Oh haha uhm I can explain that,” you say smiling nervously. “We’re just— uhm — uhh travelling around Asia and we heard you were performing so we decided to watch. Yeah that’s it.” you smile hoping you have convinced them with your stupid excuse. You silently curse Lou for choosing now to be quieter than a sleeping baby and leaving you to avoid any suspicion from your idols.

As if hearing you curse at her, Lou suddenly speaks, “Well, this is a great opportunity to eat with you all. Thank you so much for the dinner, Hoseok. We really enjoyed the food. Thank you for inviting us but we really have to leave.” she says all in one breath as she stand up, picks up both your bags and pull you towards the door. You were too shocked at her actions to say anything but you looked back at the men seated with equally shocked faces and waved at them.

“But you di—“ it was probably Jin but you weren’t sure because the door closed and your best friend kept on pulling you until you both were at least three blocks away from the building.

“What in the world just happened?” you lean against the wall trying to keep yourself up. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You both were in a state of shock and catching your breath. “I think three of your idols recognised you, YN.” she says, finally catching her breath.

“Yeah, no shit, Lou. You said they wouldn’t recognise me, shithead.” you say bitterly remembering how stupid you looked in front of them earlier.

“Three of your idols recognised you, YN.” she repeats herself. “I heard you the first time, Lou. I’m in shock not deaf.” you reply.

She stands in front of you and held both yoir shoulders, “YN! THIS IS GOOD! YOU CAN FINALLY MEET THEM!” she basically screams at your face. But you just stared at her with confusion etched across your face, “First of all, we already met them. Second, do you not remember that they literally accused us of being stalkers ten minutes ago?” you say and she sighs.

“You are such a pessimist, YN. We haven’t met them, we saw them. There’s a difference. And we kind of are stalkers. Following them around the world? I’d brand you as a stalker too, you know. But now they know you. Maybe we could befriend them and get their numbers so that you can just call them and we can come home. I miss my bed already. And dad called me this morning telling me that I have a tower of papers to go through that needs to be forwarded to him by the end of November. YN, it’s November 15! How am I going to finish all that in time? Plus, it’ll be convenient for your appointments too.” she gives you a speech but you were determined to finish the shows. There was only one show left anyway.

“There will only be one show left. Which will be done this week. We’ve come this far already. And I don’t want to waste dad’s money. Everything’s paid for already. All we have to do is show up.” you reason out with her. “Last show in HongKong the day after tomorrow and I promise that we go back to Korea afterwards. Please, Lou?” she sighs, clearly not being able to say no to you. “Alright. But we leave as soon as the fan meeting ends, okay?” you smile and hug her. “Psh you’re lucky I love you.” she says and hugs you back.

“Come on, let’s go find a mask and hat. I’m guessing you don’t want them to recognise you at the fan meeting?” you laugh, shaking your head and you both walk towards a Hello Kitty shop nearby.

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A/N: okay soooo here’s chapter 6. i know this is probably not much but i do hope you enjoy :) comment if you wanna be added to the taglist :D

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