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#I am but a white boy please spare my heart
hp-hcs · 1 month
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OKOKOK SENTENCE 9
maybe theres a party in the slytherin common room and reader gets absolutely shitfaced
so being a flirty drunk they start chatting up a random dude (lets just say cormac bc hes always the bad guy) and boyfie theodore <3 gets jealous nd pulls them into his dorm nd hes all like
"I'll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else."
but reader still being drunk asf is just like :] snd gives him a kith and tells theo how pretty he is
poor baby just cant stay mad
HOW DARE YOU (be so cute?) — yandere! theodore nott x gn! drunk! hufflepuff! cutie patootie! reader
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warnings: underage alcohol consumption, teen partying and drinking, threats of violence, aggression, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, general yandere tendencies
please enjoy my attempts to see how many ridiculous near-rhymes to ‘cormac’ i could come up with
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“Yeah, yeah. Gryffindor’s playing Ravenclaw this weekend, you know. Maybe you can come out and…show your support.” The boy you’d been talking to all night leaned in close, resting one hand on your hip and letting the fingers of the other brush over your collarbone.
You honestly couldn’t be bothered to remember the boy’s name when you had a plastic cup of White Wyvern in your hand. It was something dumb, you remember that. Cognac, Corsac…?
“Y/n?” CarMax asked, trying to regain your attention. “You gonna cheer me on, sugar?”
“Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah,” you grinned, taking another sip of your drink. “I’ll get all decked out in red ‘n gold, jus’ for you.”
Tarmac grinned back and tightened his grip on your hip, tugging you a bit closer. “Maybe I oughtta give you my spare jersey to wear to the game then, huh? Wouldn’t you like to have my name across your back, little badger?”
(You shrugged noncommittally at that, not quite sure how to express to Shellac that literally no one wants the name Cornsack written across the back of their shirt.)
“Oh, I see. You want me to be your good luck charm, huh?” You teased, resting a hand on Callback’s forearm.
Rickrack smirked and opened his mouth to reply when a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder from behind.
“McLaggen. You’ve got two seconds to get your hands off my partner before I cut them off.”
Trashbag paled, hurriedly snatching his hands back and holding them up in surrender as he whirled around to face the newcomer. “Woah, woah- calm down, Nott,” he chuckled nervously. “We were just talking. No harm, no foul.”
Theodore stared back at him with an unamused, dead-eyed expression.
Hackeysack swallowed nervously. “Uh…yeah. Yeah. Well, I uh…I think I’m gonna get going now, Y/n. See ya at the game.”
Theo interrupted you before you could even respond. “I assure you, they won’t.”
And with that, Theodore wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and dragged you away from Radioshack.
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“What the fuck was that?”
“What was what?”
“Don’t play dumb, darling, I’m not in the mood.” Theodore pushed you up against the wall of his dorm, one hand with a possessive death grip on your hip, and the other tightly grasping your jaw to hold it still. “I swear to Salazar, Y/n, I’ll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else.”
Whatever reaction Theodore was expecting you to have to those threatening words, you drunkenly giggling and kissing the tip of his nose was not one of them.
“You’re so pretty when you’re jelly, baby,” you gave him a dopey grin, reaching out to fix his rumpled shirt collar and smooth your hands across his chest. “You’re always so pretty.”
His heart melted and he let go of your jaw with a sigh, running his fingers through your hair and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Merlin- what am I going to do with you, love?”
“Cuddle me?” You asked hopefully, a sweet pout on your face.
Theodore whined. “Shit, darlin’- I’m trying to be mad at you right now.”
“But cuddles, Teddybear!” You pouted further, tossing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug. “Why would you wanna be mad when cuddles are an option?”
“I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” He conceded slowly, resting both hands on your waist and rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. “Alright, fine. We can cuddle.”
You grin proudly at your incredible drunken convincing skills, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to clamber onto his bed. “C’mon!”
“Hold on, hold on,” he laughed. “I need to find you something to sleep in that isn’t your party clothes, love. Here,” he tossed something at you as he finished digging through his dresser.
You caught the item, unfolding it to reveal his Slytherin quidditch team captain jersey, complete with NOTT written out in a big bold font. You snorted and glanced up at him.
He gave you an innocent smile as he stripped out of his own clothes and climbed under the covers next to you. You rolled your eyes fondly, changing into his jersey and lying down beside him.
“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.
You grinned into his chest. “G’night, Teddybear.”
You fell asleep cuddling Theo, in Theo’s bed, in Theo’s clothes, with Theo’s name written across your back. And as long as you didn’t think too hard about how your boyfriend was absolutely going to kill Hazmat McLovin tomorrow, then all was quite well in the Slytherin dorms that night.
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secret-sturniolo · 5 months
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stay - chris sturniolo
summary - based on the prompt "stay with me tonight, please." where chris comforts y/n after she gets hate
warnings - hate comments, lil angsty
a/n - this one is kinda short but i like it so hopefully you guys do too
why is y/n here again?
i get the feeling y/n is using the triplets for clout
i thought we made it clear nobody likes y/n
lmao y/n really thinks she has a chance with chris who's gonna tell her
The comments came flooding in on the new car video the triplets posted, where I joined them as a special guest. It wasn't the first time I had gotten hate for being friends with them, but usually I was able to ignore it as there wasn't very much of it. But this time, I couldn't just ignore it when the majority of the comments were mean ones about me. Overwhelmed with sadness and anxiety, I stood up from the couch as I announced that I was going to head back to my place.
"Are you sure? Is everything okay?" Nick asked me.
"Yeah, I just don't feel good all of a sudden." I replied.
Nick and Chris shared a glance before looking back at me.
"I can get Matt to drive you home if you want?" Chris asked me.
"No, no, don't worry about it. I'll text you guys later, okay?"
I made my way out the door and into my car. I waited until I had pulled out of the driveway, but then the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Am I really that bad? I thought. It was only about a five minute drive back to my apartment thankfully. Ignoring the smeared makeup I could see in the mirror, I went straight to my bedroom and laid down, staring at the ceiling. I tried not to, but I picked up my phone and started reading more of the hateful comments directed at me. My promise to text the boys when I had gotten home was long forgotten as the sadness took hold of me, and I fell asleep, tired from crying.
Chris's POV
I thought it was strange how y/n suddenly decided to leave. It was very unlike her, and she didn't even give a good reason, simply saying she didn't feel good. I tried not to worry about her too much, but as time went on I just couldn't shake the feeling.
Our new video had been up for a while now, so Matt, Nick and I decided to check YouTube to see how it was doing and if people liked it. Right off the bat, we could see that it already had more views than we normally get, which at first glance seemed like a good thing. I watched as Nick's eyes widened at the computer screen, mouth hanging open. I grabbed the laptop to see for myself what made him so shocked. Scrolling through the comments, almost every one was about y/n. My expression quickly changed to match Nick's as I read through them.
"Dude, do you see these? They're all about y/n, and they're terrible!" I said, showing Matt the screen.
it's so obvious that she likes chris. im embarrassed for her
do people actually like y/n?
why would they hang out with a girl like y/n? shes not even that pretty
My heart dropped as I finally realized why y/n "wasn't feeling good".
"Matt, you have to drive me to y/n's place, right now." I said urgently.
Matt seemed to understand instantly. "Okay, I'll go start the car."
When we got to her apartment, I told Matt he could go back home and I would call him if I needed a ride. I grabbed the spare key from my pocket as I unlocked her door. There was no sign of y/n in the kitchen or living room, so I made my way to her bedroom. I softly knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so I slowly opened it. My heart broke when I saw her curled up on top of her covers, dried mascara on her white pillows. Without even thinking, I moved to her bed, and gently laid down next to her, pulling her into my chest.
Y/n's POV
I felt someone wrap their arms around me, and for a moment it startled me as I opened my eyes, but when I realized who it was, I snuggled deeper into his chest as I began crying again.
"Shh, it's okay. I got you." he said gently.
We just laid like that, with my head in his chest until finally he spoke again.
"I'm so sorry I didn't realize sooner."
"Am I really that bad, Chris?" I asked, sniffling.
"Absolutely not, y/n. Those people are just morons who aren't happy with themselves so they like to pick on other people. I know they upset you, but that's exactly what they wanted to happen. You can't give them what they want."
I let his words sink in for a moment. "So you read the comments?"
"Yeah, and they're wrong by the way, about everything." he said, looking into my eyes.
I realized what he was saying, but I was too tired to bring it up right now.
"Stay with me tonight, please?" I asked him.
"Of course. Let's get you under the blankets though, it's getting cold."
I giggled as he lifted me up to pull the blankets out from under me. I rolled over, and he pulled my back into his chest, as we matched each other's breathing. I sighed contently as he gently played with my hair sending tingles down my spine.
Just as I was falling asleep, I felt his breath as he whispered against my neck.
"I love you, y/n"
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bwabys-scenarios · 8 months
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Fixer Upper
Part 8
Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader
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The loser of the family game night turned out to be Leorio. As punishment, he would be forced to wear a pair of (Name)’s heels to the Barbie Movie.
“Ugh, as long as they’re not big heels I don’t care. I don’t want to get sprayed by the hose again. I ended up with bruises last time…”
‘Bruises? From being sprayed with water?’
Kurapika glanced between Killua and Gon.
“Remind me not to lose family game night.”
The group washed up before heading to bed.
“We’re waking up early tomorrow, so get some rest! I wanna see the Barbie Movie as soon as possible!”
Kurapika watched as (Name) ran up the stairs, giggling to herself. She was beyond excited for tomorrow, the blonde being able to tell just by her happy aura.
‘I hope she won’t mind I don’t have anything pink for tomorrow…’
He left the living room, stopping when he spotted Killua and Gon in the laundry room.
“Here, throw mine in too!”
Kurapika kept walking, not wanting to know what the two were up to. He just wanted to sleep so he was well rested for their long day tomorrow.
Leorio slept in the spare bedroom upstairs, Kurapika slightly jealous he got to sleep so close to her.
—————
Kurapika woke up early, before the sun had risen. He decided to get dressed and drink some coffee before anyone else was up.
He opened up his shirt drawer with a frown. All of his white shirts were gone. Weird, he remembered folding them away just yesterday…
‘Maybe I left them in the dryer..?’
Kurapika left his room with a yawn, opening the laundry room door and peering in.
Someone had definitely washed clothes, that much he could tell.
The blonde opened the drier and crouched down. His shirts were in there, he could see their outline even in the dark room.
He pulled his shirts out and strolled back to his room, setting them on the end before turning on the light.
“No…”
He stared at his shirts that used to be white, now a light pink color. In the middle of his clothes was his red tabard, and a much smaller white shirt…
Kurapika remembered the conversation he’d heard in passing last night, his eyes widening.
“Killua…”
Kurapika rushed out of his room and down the hallway, throwing open the door to Killua and Gon’s shared bedroom.
The two were still asleep, Killua on the top bunk and Gon on the bottom. Kurapika flicked the light on, causing Killua to groan and roll over.
“Turn that off, you dumb blonde…”
Kurapika scowled before throwing Gon’s shirt at Killua, who caught it.
“What the hell were you thinking turning all of my shirts pink, you little-“
Gon yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Kurapika? What are you doing in here?”
Kurapika paused, glancing down at the sleepy boy. “… you two turned my shirts pink. Why?”
Gok tilted his head. “Well Killua heard you didn’t have a pink shirt. He wanted to help you out.”
‘Killua did? Seems unlikely…’
“Wow, how ungrateful. I made sure you had something pink so (Name) wouldn’t be sad and now you’re yelling at me at 6 am. Smooth.”
Kurapika huffed, turning on his heels and leaving their room. ‘Don’t have time for this. Gotta get-‘
“Hi Kurapika!”
He internally groaned when he heard (Name)’s voice from the kitchen. Kurapika wanted to make breakfast for everyone, but now that she was up she wouldn’t let him. She was stubborn like that.
“Good morning…”
“Not a good morning, he yelled at us.”
Killua walked into the kitchen and hid behind (Name), sticking his tongue out at the blonde.
“Yelled at you? Kurapika, why did you do that?”
She gently pushed Killua’s unruly hair down and kissed the top of his head.
Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. ‘That little brat…’
“He-“
“I simply made sure he had a shirt for the Barbie movie, after he made no effort to get one.”
Killua sighed, looking up at (Name) with crocodile tears. “He’s so mean to me. I did the same for Gon, and he didn’t yell at me!”
Gon walked in wearing his usual outfit, only now wearing a pink undershirt.
“Yeah, Kurapika, there’s no reason to be upset. Do you not like the color pink?”
The all turned to look at him. (Name) seemed a little offended. “Oh. I didn’t know you disliked the color pink so much…”
“Wait, I didn’t say that! I-“
“Sorry, I wouldn’t have asked you to wear pink if I knew…”
(Name) sighed and turned back to cooking, Killua sending Kurapika a smug look before he and Gon left to get dressed.
“… I don’t hate pink. It’s just… not my color?”
“Pink is everyone’s color.” Killua yelled from the hallway.
Kurapika didn’t answer, simply walking to his room and shutting the door behind him.
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“God I think I’m going to die. Is this what being a woman is like?”
(Name) watched Leorio struggle to walk down the stairs in a pair of her pink heels, having to hold a hand her Killua’s mouth to keep him from laughing.
“If you mean baring the weight of being uncomfortable to conform to beauty standards, then yes.”
She offered him her hand as he reached the final step, leading him to the couch.
Kurapika left his room, wearing his red tabard and pink undershirt. (Name) glanced back at him and smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Oh, nice. Pink is… close to red! It’s good enough!”
Kurapika glanced at the rest of the group and then down at himself. Each one of them, besides (Name) who was still in her pajamas, was dressed in bright pink. Even Gon’s shirt had soaked in more pink than his!
“Well, I know who’s not winning best dressed. Less competition for me…”
Leorio had an entire hot pink suit for Christ’s sake!
‘Overkill much?’ Kurapika thought, scowling. (Name) served everyone breakfast before running upstairs to get dressed herself.
“Is she… upset I’m not wearing pink?”
“Wow. He’s learning.”
Kurapika sent Killua a glare.
“I wouldn’t say she’s upset, maybe a bit disappointed. She’s been looking forward to this for a while, and was nice enough to give us two days notice.”
Gon was the voice of reason, patting Kurapika’s shoulder as he spoke.
“… I see. I didn’t mean to disappoint her, I was just busy yesterday.”
“When are you not busy?”
“…”
Kurapika folded his arms over his chest and stared out the window. He didn’t have a response for that, at least not a response that would convince Killua of anything.
The boy may be a rude brat, but he could point out when someone was lying like it was second nature to him.
“Hey, we have to stop in town to grab some snacks for the movie theater anyways. Why don’t you and Killua go grab you a pink shirt or something?”
“Leaving me and Killua alone sounds like an awful idea.”
“Maybe, but he’s the only one that can take you where you need to go, and I am NOT walking around town in these heels.”
Kurapika groaned, plopping down onto the couch. Killua followed suit, obviously not thrilled about the situation either.
‘But… it’s for (Name).’ Killua thought, glancing the blonde.
“Alright, I’ll take you. But you owe me one.”
Kurapika just nodded, his head in his hands.
While they were distracted, (Name) began to walk downstairs, the sound of heels clicking against the wooden stairs.
As she came into view, Leorio turned Kurapika’s head to look at her, his own jaw dropped at the sight.
“You boys ready?”
She was wearing a short gingham patterned pink dress that stopped at her upper thigh. It flared out at the bottom, a white petticoat peeking out.
On her legs were a pair of white thigh highs with a lacy ruffle at the top, squishing the soft flesh of her thighs. Her pink Mary Janes clicked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
She set her heart shaped handbag on the dining room table as she glanced at herself in the mirror one more time.
Kurapika couldn’t speak, and breathing wasn’t coming much easier. She looked absolutely adorable, different than the previous times he’d seen her dress up.
“You’re like a real life Barbie!” Gon said, jumping up and following her around as she packed her belongings into her purse.
“Aww, thank you sweetheart. That’s what I was going for!”
She ruffled the boys hair and smiled, the smile reaching her eyes this time. Kurapika realized that she looked so much prettier when her eyes crinkled up when she smiled.
“Come on, if we don’t get there early enough we won’t get the good seats!”
The group followed behind their very pink friend, jumping into the car. “Okay, we’re going to be splitting up, gang.”
“What is this, an episode of Scooby Doo?”
“Killua.”
He quieted down, folding his arms over his chest.
“Me and Gon will be shopping for snacks. You, Kurapika, and Leorio will watch the car.”
“Why does Gon get to go and I don’t?”
“Because you got kicked out while Gon was out of town, so he’s the only one allowed inside with me. Leorio’s wearing heels, and if Kurapika isn’t here to watch you, who knows what you’ll do.”
Leorio sighed. “You’re right. I’m in no shape to catch him.”
(Name) squeezed his shoulder. “Exactly. I’ll be back in 15 minutes.”
Killua waited until the two were in the store before climbing into the front seat.
“Alright, let’s go. We have maybe 15 minutes to get you another shirt. In (Name) time, that means 25 minutes.”
Kurapika slid into the drivers seat and drove out of the parking lot.
“Turn here.”
“But that’s a-“
“Just turn you dumb blonde!”
That was the second time he’d been called a dumb blonde today. ‘I hope that’s not a new nickname…’
Killua and Kurapika left the car, Leorio waving at them from the backseat.
“Are you sure this is the only place that sells pink shirts for men?”
“… they sell pink shirts.”
Kurapika sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Killua led him inside.
Kurapika looked over the abysmal men’s section, seeing nothing pink. “You said there were pink shirts for men.”
“I said there were pink shirts.”
“… where Killua?”
The boy pointed to the women’s section, Kurapika narrowing his eyes. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“If it was a joke I’d be laughing. Come on, do you want to make (Name) happy or not?”
Kurapika thought about the current situation for a moment. Was pleasing (Name) worth his pride?
‘…’
Kurapika looked down at his new shirt, pleasantly surprised at how well it fit.
It was a plain black shirt with the pink Barbie logo on the front. He’d also bought a pair of pink women’s jeans.
Again, they fit… too well…
“You’re not beating the allegations of you being a woman, Kurapika.”
Kurapika sent Leorio a glare. “I don’t want to hear anything from you, not right now.”
While Kurapika didn’t care about wearing pink, he was a little embarrassed to be decked out in women’s clothing. The jeans were bedazzled on the butt for goodness sake!
“Boys, we’re back I-“
(Name) looked at Kurapika, who was now in the backseat again, now wearing his new Barbie outfit.
“I… bought an outfit. For the movie.”
His cheeks were a light shade of pink. Kurapika didn’t often put in this much effort to please another person, it felt… strange. He wanted her to compliment him, tell him how nice he looked.
“Oh, you look so handsome! Pink really is your color!”
She placed the bags of snacks in the floor of the backseat. Kurapika’s blush deepened, Killua glancing at him from his seat with a raised eyebrow.
They drove to the theater, (Name) barely able to stay still in her seat. “Oh, my friend saw it last week and said it was amazing! I’m so excited!”
Kurapika watched, his eyes softening ever so slightly. He hadn’t seen her this happy since the Hunter Exam when she got her license.
(Name) stepped out of the car, barely able to contain her excitement as she dashed towards the movie theater.
“Hey, be careful, you’ll trip!” Killua called out, but even as he scolded her he was grinning ear to ear. He’d only seen her like this a few times before, it always made him smile. (Name) did so much for him, it was only fair he’d try and make sure she was happy too.
Leorio stumbled into the movie theater, having to steady himself against a wall. “Jesus my legs are killing me. How do you wear these, (Name)?”
“Through gritted teeth and with bandaids on my heels!”
She left the group to buy their tickets.
Kurapika watched as (Name) stood in line behind a bunch of other women dressed in pink. Out of all of them, Kurapika’s eyes only fell on her. He wasn’t interested in the thin woman in skin tight pants in front of her, or the curvy woman with the low dip in her top.
(Name) was the only one that could capture his attention, his lust. He watched the edge of her skirt twirl around her legs when she walked, the soft squish of her thighs when she crouched down to pick up a little girl’s Barbie.
The women in line all seemed to adore (Name), smiling and laughing as they took pictures together. She seemed so at peace, wiggling in her spot as another woman showered her in compliments.
“She seems pretty popular with women.” Leorio said, having taken off his heels to apply bandaids.
“I guess so…”
Leorio hummed. “Maybe they’ll get lucky and she’ll give them her number.”
Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Her number? Why?”
The dark haired man tilted his head, but didn’t answer.
(Name) hurried back to the group, handing out everyone’s tickets.
——————
The five sat down in their assigned seats.
From left to right was Gon, Killua, (Name), Kurapika, and Leorio.
(Name) held her breath through the commercials, having to be reminded to breathe by Killua. “Come on, it’s almost time. You don’t want to pass out before it’s started, huh?”
She only nodded and pulled her purse into her lap. Kurapika glanced down at her lap to see her pulling out a small Barbie doll. It was obviously old, but taken care of. As the movie started, she held the doll to her chest, beaming as Barbie appeared on screen.
“It’s her! It’s Barbie!”
She shook Kurapika’s arm and pointed to the screen, her eyes twinkling.
He could only nod, flustered when her hand didn’t leave his arm. She was too distracted by the movie to notice, but he wasn’t.
The movie continued for around thirty minutes, (Name) completely enraptured by the world of Barbie.
That was until the movie suddenly turned off.
Gon was the first to say something. “What’s happening?”
(Name) didn’t answer, the smile falling from her face. “… I’m not sure, but we should get out of here. Let’s go to the lobby and talk to a manager.”
Kurapika watched as she stood and brushed her skirt off. She seemed disappointed and a bit upset, holding onto that Barbie doll like it was a lifeline.
She helped Leorio down the stairs, looking around to make sure there wasn’t any danger. Kurapika noticed her herding the two boys behind her when they tried to walk ahead.
“We’re not sure what’s happening, so stay by me, okay?”
Kurapika watched her with soft eyes. Even though she was clearly upset that the movie she’d been looking forward to had been interrupted, the first thing on her mind was making sure they were safe.
(Name) talked with the people at the front desk while the others gathered at the small arcade attached to the side.
“You got any quarters, Kurapika?” Gon asked, hoping to play a few games while they waited.
“No, I don’t carry change.”
“Why?”
“It’s heavy.”
Gon and Leorio exchanged a look. “Okay…”
(Name) jogged back, Killua meeting her halfway. It was almost like he could sense she had bad news, his hand taking her’s.
“They…”
She held her Barbie tight in her other hand, her lip quivering.
“They had to cancel all their showings for today… they had an issue with the film.”
Killua was quick to try and console her. “Hey, we can see it some other time! W-“
“But we won’t be able to get together like this some other time!”
Kurapika flinched. Every member of the group glanced his way when she said that.
“I… I’m sorry. It’s not that big of a deal, let’s just go home.”
(Name) shoved her Barbie into her purse and stormed out the door, holding her keys in her hand.
“(Name)!”
Killua followed after her as the other three watched.
“… when are you leaving, Kurapika?”
The blonde didn’t meet the young boy’s eyes. “… next week on Friday.”
Leorio pulled out his phone and began looking some things up.
“Hold up, I have a plan.”
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Leorio took over driving the mom van. (Name) was too busy sulking to pay any attention to the road.
“You know…”
(Name) glanced up from her phone as Leorio spoke.
“I heard they’re selling a Barbie themed build-a-bear…”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “… and?”
He didn’t respond, instead pulling into the parking lot of a familiar store. (Name) peeked out the window, her eyes lighting up at the sight.
“It’s-“
Leorio smiled at her from his seat. “Yep, it’s build-a-bear.”
(Name) leaped out of the car and dashed to the front of the store, staring up at the sign. She glanced back at the group of four, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“Leorio…”
She jumped into his arms and kissed his cheek. The man laughed, spinning her around a bit.
“Let’s go get you that bear, Barbie.”
Kurapika watched this from a distance, a bit ashamed he hadn’t thought of anything to cheer her up.
He knew her less than he thought. Kurapika didn’t know her love for Barbies or stuffed animals, he didn’t understand it either. So even though he was jealous that Leorio had received a kiss, he put on a smile and followed them into the build-a-bear.
“Hello kiddos, what are you looking for today?”
The employee addressed Gon and Killua, but the two pushed (Name) forward.
“She wants the Barbie bear.”
The employee blinked, but her smile returned quickly. “Oh, that’s great we just received more bears and bathing suits!”
(Name) squealed in joy, following the employee to the back where she brought out a box of Barbie themed bears.
“Here you go!”
(Name) held the freshly fluffed bear to her chest.
“Boys, do you want a bear as well?”
Gon instantly nodded his head. “Yeah!”
Killua saw the look in (Name)’s eyes and agreed to a bear as well.
The other two declined, but one look from Killua told them she wanted them all to get a bear to celebrate the occasion.
‘I don’t even like stuffed animals…’ Kurapika thought as he picked up a small yellow bear. It was the cheapest one available.
“(Name) can I get thi-“
“If its ugly then no.”
“But it’s not ugly! It’s just… okay it is ugly”
Gon dropped the abomination of a stuffed animal back into its box.
“Can I get this one?”
Killua held up a simple brown teddy bear. (Name) gave him a quick nod before going back to browsing the clothing available.
“(Name), what should I get?”
Leorio paced around in his heels, seemingly getting the hang of walking in them.
“You’re supposed to pick it yourself, but…”
She picked up a blue bear. “How about this?”
Leorio snatched the bear out of her hands and ran over to get it stuffed so he could flirt with the employee.
‘Of course…’
(Name) watched as Gon reached for the frog plush, sighing in relief. At least that one was cute, unlike that strange bird creature he’d asked for before.
“Is everyone ready? Got your outfits?”
They all nodded and brought their bears to the counter.
“Will that be all for you, ma’am?”
“Yes!”
(Name) looked to the price and paused. It was a few hundred dollars, money that could pay for multiple of her bills that month. She glanced down at her own bear. It was the most expensive out of the bunch, so if she took it out…
Kurapika pushed her out of the way and handed the employee his card. “I’ll be paying.”
“Hey, Kurapika-“
Leorio placed a hand over (Name)’s mouth. “Shh, we’re treating you. Don’t worry about it.”
But she would worry about it. (Name) bit her lip as the woman bagged the bears and hands them out to each of their new owners.
“… thank you.”
She pulled her bear to her chest and inhaled her strawberry scent. Kurapika smiled down at her and ruffled her hair.
“You’re welcome, (Name).”
Killua and Gon held their bears, tilting them and turning them. “They’re soft. And… nice!”
“I think that’s the point.”
The group piled back into the mom van, Leorio once again taking the wheel.
“We have another stop. You don’t mind, right (Name)?”
She squinted. “As long as I get to pay for my own things this time.”
Leorio waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah.”
Their next stop was a small ice cream parlor a few minutes away. (Name) picked out a (flavor) ice cream cone before they all left to sit outside.
“This is nice. I’m a little sad we can’t see the movie, but spending time with you all is more than enough for me.”
The four shared a knowing glance with each other.
After they finished their ice cream, they once again got in the mom van.
“One more stop! Cover your eyes, alright?”
She frowned, but complied to Leorio’s wishes. She heard the car door open and the feeling of Killua’s cold hand grab her’s.
“Come on, I’ll lead you.”
Killua was one of the only people (Name) trusted enough to follow without complaint.
“Alright, open your eyes.”
She pulled her hands away from eyes to see they were at the movie theater. But this wasn’t the one they’d been at before, it was different.
“Is… is this…”
Tears started to pool in her eyes as she realized what was going on. Gon stepped forward and leaned his head on her shoulder. “It’s the movie theater!”
Leorio smiled. “I looked it up, and this movie still has a few airings of the Barbie movie going on. I bought tickets, it starts in 30 minutes.”
(Name)’s mascara began to run down her cheeks. “You did that for me?”
Leorio nodded, pulling her into a side hug. “Of course, you would have done the same for any of us.”
She sniffled, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes but was stopped by Kurapika.
Kurapika grabbed her hand and began to lead her inside. “Kurapika, what-“
“Your makeup. It’s running.”
He opened the door to the women’s restroom and walked in with her, lifting her up to sit on the counter. “Hey! You shouldn’t be in-“
Kurapika covered her mouth. “Shh. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
She pouted, but allowed him to pull her makeup out of her purse. He began to wipe at her smeared mascara, his touch not as gentle as it should have been.
“I can do it myself…”
Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Not with those shaky hands.”
(Name) blinked and glanced down. Her hands were shaking. ‘He noticed that?’
Her gaze softened. (Name) forgot how observant he could be sometimes. Kurapika finished wiping away her mascara and opened it, applying her mascara for her.
“Blink.”
She listened, batting her long lashes at him. He felt his heart thump against his chest. (Name) really was adorable, even when her makeup was a mess.
“There, all better.”
He helped her off the counter so she could look at herself in the mirror.
“Aww, Kurapika, thank you.”
She turned around and pulled him into a tight hug. Kurapika’s hands shot out to hover around her awkwardly, not knowing if he even had to right to still hold her.
(Name) held onto him for a moment more, head pressed firmly against his chest, before she let go.
“Let’s go, I don’t want to miss the movie!”
The two paused when a group of women walked in, Kurapika stiffening next to her.
The women didn’t give either of them any attention, besides a girl in the back.
“Oh, momma she’s pretty.”
The little girl pointed at Kurapika, her Barbie doll clutched in her other hand. “Like Barbie!”
(Name) glanced at him, a smile on her face. The blonde could only pout.
“Let’s go.”
Killua was waiting for them outside the bathroom. He gave Kurapika a look, his nose scrunched up.
“Have fun in the women’s restroom, you perv?”
(Name) pinched his cheek. “Killua, be nice. And you shouldn’t be saying things like that!”
He swatted at her hands with a pout.
Kurapika’s cheeks were pink from embarrassment. “Tch…”
He walked past the two and towards the theater.
“You feeling any better?”
Killua held onto her hand, his eyes meeting her’s. The white haired boy had been worried for his dear friend, considering how important this movie was to her.
“Yes, much better.”
She squeezed his hand and walked with him to the theater.
——————
(Name) left the movie theater sobbing, having to be guided out by Leorio.
Gon wasn’t fairing much better. His bottom lip poked out as he tried not to cry. “Why were the Kens so mean to the Barbies? What’s a patriarchy?”
He shook Killua by the shoulders, who only groaned. “Ask (Name) about it later…”
“(Name), it’s alright. Come on, you’re smudging your makeup again!” He tried to calm her down, glancing around the lobby to see other women staring at them.
“Is he bothering you, miss?”
A woman had approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she squinted at Leorio. He tried to respond, stumbling over his words, but (Name) just sniffled.
“No, he’s my friend. I’m just… the movie…”
The woman nodded. “Yeah, it was good wasn’t it?”
They shared a knowing look, (Name) letting out a heavy sigh. “Thanks for checking on me.”
The woman only smiled before walking away.
“Why did she come over to check on you, (Name)?” Gon asked, tilting his head. (Name) ruffled his hair.
“Well, sometimes all us women have are each other. She thought Leorio might be bothering me, so she walked over to see if I was alright.”
Gok frowned. “But she was even shorter than you. What could she have done?”
(Name) laughed. “That’s not the point, sweetheart. We put ourselves on the line sometimes if it means potentially protecting another woman. It’s called being a girl’s girl.”
Gon didn’t quite understand, but he nodded nonetheless. Kurapika walked towards them holding (Name)’s purse.
“Got it.”
He handed the purse to (Name). “Thanks, dear. Now we can go home!”
She’d forgotten her purse in the movie theater, and Kurapika had offered to grab it for her. The blonde blushed at the pet name, quickly walking ahead of them towards the car.
It was dark now. The outside was crowded with women of many different ages all smiling and laughing together.
“Hi Barbie!”
(Name) smiled when a little girl waved to her and Kurapika. “Hi Barbie!”
She nudged Kurapika’s shoulder, causing him to roll his eyes. “… hi Barbie.”
Gon and Killua waved and smiled to other kids their age, all decked out in pink. Leorio was the odd one out, the only man decked out in a full pink suit wearing heels.
“Wow, who’s man is that? He’s a keeper…”
Leorio perked up at this comment. “Oh wow, in a pink suit too? God that’s hot…”
He began to strut towards their car with a bit more confidence. Throughout the day, he’d become much more comfortable in (Name)’s heels.
‘This is all gonna go to his head.’ Killua thought.
(Name) watched Kurapika walk for a moment, her eyes drifting down.
“Oh, I like the design on your jeans, Kurapika!”
The blonde paused, glancing back at her.
‘The only design on my jeans is…’
“Were you looking at my butt, (Name)?”
She covered her mouth as she gasped. Gon tilted his head. “Why were you looking at Kurapika’s butt?”
“Gon don’t ask people things like that.” Leorio said, groaning.
(Name) stuttered out a reply. “I-I guess I was.”
Oh. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now Kurapika was the one blushing and covering his mouth.
‘She was checking me out?’
He got into the car quickly and used his tabard to cover himself. Just thinking of her looking at him and LIKING his body made all the blood rush to his dick.
“Wow, (Name) I didn’t know you were a pervert.”
(Name) smacked Leorio’s head, still flustered. “I’m not! He’s just got a cute butt and it’s literally shiny right now!”
‘Cute butt?’
He covered his face, the heat in his cheeks nearly burning his hands.
“I can’t believe you’re objectifying Kurapika, (Name). Didn’t we just watch a movie about that?” Killua said, shaking his head.
(Name) glanced back at Kurapika. “Sorry, sweetheart. You do have a cute butt though.”
‘SHE SAID IT AGAIN!’
He didn’t answer, just ready to get home before he came in his pants.
———————
As they rode home, (Name) got a call. Everyone stayed quiet as she answered it, Leorio turning the radio down.
“Yes? Oh hey! Yeah I just saw it. Yeah yeah. Oh my god I cried too! Oh… yes he’s here.”
This made the entire group curious. Which ‘he’ was she referring to?
(Name) bit her lip before responding in a whisper. “No, you’re not fighting him. Oh stop, I told you I was over it already.”
‘I think she’s talking about me.’
Kurapika watched the trees pass by outside his window, a frown on his lips. Even her friends disliked him. Had what he’d done affected her that much?
“Wait tell her I’ll fight him!” Killua yelled.
“Killua you don’t even know who we’re talking about.” (Name) said, covering the speaker of her phone with her hand.
“It’s Kurapika, obviously.” Killua answered, the blonde flinching at the call out. “Who else has-“
“Killua.”
The white haired boy stopped at Leorio’s words. “That’s enough. Let’s not ruin this day, okay?”
Killua knew how important this day was for (Name), but he struggled to stay quiet. It could have been an even better day if she didn’t base it off of Kurapika being there. Then she wouldn’t have been so sad if the movie was cancelled.
‘The only reason we HAD to see it today is because he’ll be leaving soon, and probably never talking to her again.’ Killua thought, frowning. She cared deeply for the blonde, and it pissed Killua off.
(Name) had turned her attention back to her phone. “Wait, really? This week? Oh, I’ll have to check in with everyone first…”
(Name) turned to the group, smiling.
“Who would like to go to the beach Tuesday?”
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Lift a Pen and Rewrite the Ending
Fluff for our broken fluffed-out hearts Dedicated to @bunny584 because ow. I promised fluff, so I’m delivering fluff
Pairing: Satoru x piano teacher!fem!reader
CW: just some fluff, man. We all need some happy, sappy moments in our lives with our beloved dumbass boy. 
You taught piano. Plain, simple, easy. At least, you thought so, before meeting an enigmatic man as your newest student. He played a little too well for a beginner, and seemed a little too familiar.
AN: I chose to post this on my side acc since this one was technically made for the exact purpose of writing JJK fics (same with the Ao3 acc (milk_bunny/chimeric-dreams for that one)). So, cheers to the first fic on this blog!
This was honestly scribbled down in a single sitting between 1-5 am. Please don’t judge any mistakes too harshly, I wanted to post it ASAP and not subject it to my endless course of corrections and re-writing.
This is also very short (lmao 6.7k words) for how my work is normally. Again, I just wanted to get it out as fast as I could ;w;
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Music sheets laid scattered around you, annotated in messy scribbles in various colors, fonts, and sizes. A scratched out row of bars here, corrected or adjusted notes there, mindless rambles stuffed into the margins as you tried desperately to figure out which key to put your song into so that it matched the exact tone you were going for.
Not like you were some well renowned artist whose career rode on your sole ability to create magical orchestrations. No, you had barely any presence at all. The videos of your songs you posted on YouTube barely scratched a couple hundred viewers at most, with the occasional comment from a bot or scammer getting your hopes up, only for them to go crashing back down. 
No, you weren’t some notable figure in the music industry, you were just a white-collar worker that taught piano from your tiny home part-time.
It suited you, you supposed, as bitter as you could feel at times. You were just a normie, a casual passerby who liked having your fingers spring and jump across the keys of your piano. It was one you inherited from your grandmother. She was the one that taught you how to play when you were little, while your parents were busy working and couldn’t sit and entertain you all day like she could.
She taught you some essentials, too, like how to tune the piano – ‘It’ll save you big bucks, bunny,’ she insisted – and how to detect even the slightest issue it might have. She was correct about it saving you big bucks.
As shabby as the thing looked, with peeling white paint and floral designs chipping off the sides, the cover scraped to hell and back, and the brassy pedals having long lost their glossy sheen, it was in perfect shape.
In your expert opinion, anyway. You were biased, so what? You had every right to be.
Granny had left the world a while ago, her ashes situated on the short mantel of your tiny fireplace. You lit the candles every day, rested two softly smoking incense sticks on the shallow bowl to catch their ashes, and gave her a swift good-morning before you raced out your door, inevitably arriving at work with only minutes to spare.
In the evenings, you’d teach, then ramble to her about your day, wish her a loving goodnight, and go pass the fuck out. Rinse and repeat, except weekends, where you were teaching all day.
It was tiring, working two jobs like this, especially when some of the kids you taught were insufferable, but music was your passion. At the end of the day, you viewed it as worth every minute spent doing something you loved.
You liked to think she would have been proud of you.
A light tapping sound, a knuckle rapping against the wood of your open front door, caught your attention. It was a warm day, one that was too good to spend with the doors and windows closed. Natural light flooded in, casting the figure standing at the entrance in a brilliant glow that hid their features from you.
You glanced at the clock on the wall to your left, then leapt up from the floor in front of your coffee table, hurriedly and messily stuffing your music sheets into a folder. “Oh, shoot, sorry! I didn’t see the time, I’m so sorry about that. Are you the two o’clock?”
Today was a surprisingly free day for you. You only had one appointment, with a new student, if you remembered correctly. You must have gotten so ingrained in your rapid-fire notations that you lost track of time.
While you weren’t expecting an adult, since the email sounded like it was from a teenager, it wasn’t uncommon. You had students of all varying ages, anyways. It was a nice change, too; you found that adults tended to listen better than children.
A smooth laugh greeted your ears, the sound impossibly pleasant to your ears. “It’s fine,” the man said as he stepped into your home, breaking from the prison of light holding him. His stark-white hair caught you off guard first, followed by his height, and then the round shades resting low on the bridge of his nose. “That’s me.”
Eyes as blue as the most vivid summer sky peered straight through yours and into your soul, his hues almost appearing to shine in the tranquil environment of your living room, without the help of the overhead lamp you had turned off. His lips curled into a sparkling grin, giving him this sort of youthful luminance that had your heart skipping beats.
You swallowed and looked away before his gleaming smile blinded you, striding over to your piano, using it as an excuse to busy yourself and avoid eye contact with him before he made you stop breathing just by fluttering his lashes.
“Come on in,” you responded stiffly, clearing your throat to ease off the tenseness in your muscles. Why were you getting so worked up over him? Sure, he was pretty, but you’d barely spoken two sentences to him. How had he managed to get you in such a tizzy so easily, where your tongue felt tied and your pulse raced in your wrists? “How much do you know about piano?”
“Uhh,” he set down his briefcase against the wall beside your door, slipped off his shoes, and met you next to the instrument. “I know a bit.”
“Alright,” you nodded and patted the bench, then paused to think if it would be too high for him. “Do you need me to get a different stool?”
He shook his head, sliding into the seat like it was second nature to him. “Nope, this is just fine.”
“Great,” you smiled at him and tucked your skirt under your hands as you sat down on the other end. “Let’s get started, then! Are you familiar with the different notes?”
His hands took place over the keys and he slowly pressed each one down as he labeled them. “C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C.”
“Excellent, that’s awesome! You’re already a few steps ahead of other beginners,” you nodded approvingly and retrieved the thin booklet you had laid on top of the piano. You opened it and sifted through a few of the song options, picking out something a bit more intermediate for him.
It was still simple, but definitely more advanced than nursery rhymes. You found teens and adults had a more enjoyable time learning when they didn’t feel like they were being patronized. Teens especially, fickle little creatures, those ones.
“Let’s start with this one, then,” you said as you set it against the ledge in front of him. “It’s pretty easy, I think you’ll pick it up quickly.”
The song consisted of quarter-note half steps that ignored the sharp and flat keys for now. You had placed a piece of tape over the tempo indicator, finding that it put your students under too much pressure and made them stumble in their rush to follow the pacing they thought was right when they didn’t know what tempo was to begin with.
The man took a few seconds to study the sheet, then placed his fingers on the corresponding keys and began playing. 
He was a bit slow, holding some notes too long and others not long enough, but you were correct in thinking he’d get the hang of it fast. After a few runs, he was playing it decently well, and confidently, too.
“Perfect! I knew you’d get it like that,” you snapped your fingers, then picked up the booklet again, flipping the pages in search of something a little more challenging. You probably wouldn’t find it in a kiddie book like this one, so you placed it down and got up, grabbing a more advanced one from the side table nearby. “What got you wanting to learn how to play piano?”
“Ah,” he scratched the back of his head. “My dad always wanted me to learn as a kid. I finally caved in, if only to make him stop yapping in my ear during family dinners. I’m just twenty years late to the party.”
You burst into giggles as you returned to your place on the bench, placing the new song you had chosen out for him where the previous one had been. “Not the first time I’ve heard that. You’d be surprised how many later bloomers there are.”
He chuckled along with you. “Well, that’s a relief. Had me fearing I was the only fully grown student you’d see in your life.”
“Far from it,” you shook your head. “I teach a grandfather that wants to play for his grandson at his graduation next year. It’s never too late to learn.”
When you looked up at him, you found him already peering at you with those intensely cerulean irises, his sunglasses folded neatly into the collar of his shirt. You twitched, startled by his stare. He had you locked in his gaze, captivated as he observed you and you observed him.
You noticed with wonder and fascination that his lashes were as ashy white as the tresses on his head.
He really was beautiful. Those same lashes were long and soft, brushing his high cheeks whenever he blinked. His lips were plush and pink, seemingly always curled up into a permanent smile regardless of size. Life and boyish playfulness darted in those mesmerizing oases that refused to shake their hold on you, and you wouldn’t wish them to.
They were the breath of fresh air you never knew you were deprived of, the nectar of life that was water to your parched throat, the flickering mirage that came to life before your very being.
You felt drawn to him, inexplicably. There was something so…familiar about him, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. Like you’d seen him before, across the metro platform, or walking into the store you were just leaving, or someone walking the opposite direction as you on the crosswalk.
Where have I seen you before?
You blinked yourself out of the illusion, your lips parting, closing, then parting again before you finally managed to find your voice. “I-I’m sorry. I forgot your name, could…could you remind me?”
“Ah,” he shook his head, forgiving your forgetfulness. “Just call me Satoru.”
Just Satoru? Is that really okay?
It doesn’t sound like a name I’ve heard before.
“Alright,” you agreed regardless. “Satoru it is. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you murmured your own name in return, dipping your head down in a mini bow. You returned your attention to the music sheet, lightly tapping the back of his hand with your pointer finger. “Let’s continue, shall we?”
You noted how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. It was hard not to see it, your index finger would likely barely reach the topmost joint of his if you pressed your palms together.
Your hands tingled at the thought. You quickly shoved it aside, focusing on being a good instructor. 
Satoru continued to surprise and impress you as he mastered the songs you chose for him after trying them out a few times. Each time he made a mistake, he listened attentively as you corrected it, laying your hands over his as you adjusted the positioning of his fingers.
“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” you snickered. “I’m a bit jealous. It’s hard for me to reach those far keys sometimes.”
“Oh, yeah,” he grinned cockily, flashing you a sultry glance between chords. “They can reach some things very easily.”
Heat rose to your cheeks and you stuttered, whipping your head away and acting as if he hadn’t completely flustered you.
Truthfully, the session was only supposed to last an hour and a half, but when you looked up at the clock, you were shocked to see you were nearing an hour longer than expected. It didn’t feel like much time had passed at all, maybe thirty minutes at maximum. Had it really been that long?
You pushed yourself up, stretching your legs as you felt pins and needles spark up in them. “Seems I got distracted twice today. I’ve kept you for an hour longer than I intended, I’m sorry,” you laughed meekly. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge extra for that, that’s on me.”
“It’s no worry,” Satoru reassured you as he got to his feet as well, delicately closing your piano with a careful hand. “Are you sure, though? I don’t mind paying for it, I did take up your time.”
He made something warm form in your chest.
“It’s fine, I love teaching. It’s not my main job, anyway, don’t stress,” you brushed away his concern. “You’re a prodigy, y’know,” you told him as you walked him to the still open door. “It’s no wonder your dad wanted you to learn how to play. I’m sure he’s proud.”
He let out a chuckle that sounded maybe a little forced. “Yeah, hope so,” he responded as he eased his shoes back on and bent down to grab his briefcase. “You’re a great teacher.”
“Thank you,” you brushed your hair behind your ear, blushing. “Ah– when would you want to see me again? I-If you do, I mean.”
The odd firmness he had a moment ago melted away, once more replaced by that handsome smirk of his. “Same time next week? Ah, hang on, why don’t I get your number, just in case? I have a bit of an unpredictable schedule.”
“Oh, sure, no problem,” you assented, taking his phone after he unlocked it and passed it to you. “You don’t like using email?”
He shook his head, watching you punch in your number into a new contact, add your name, then hand it back. “Nah, texting is easier for me. I’ll message you later tonight, yeah?”
“Alright,” you acquiesced.
“Oh, right, how much do I owe you?”
You blinked a few times before recalling that it was technically a paid session, though it didn’t feel like that to you. You murmured out the cost, and he gave you an odd look for a brief second. He pulled out his wallet, counted out a few bills, and folded them in half neatly before passing them off to you.
“Thanks for the lesson,” he grinned and waved goodbye, promising to text you later as he headed down your walkway, turned the corner, and vanished from sight.
You closed the door with a quiet poompf, staring blankly at your piano as you tried to remember how to function again. You glanced down at the bundle of money in your hand when you thought it felt a little too thick, brow furrowing as you unfolded it and counted them and holy shit that’s way too fucking much–
You rushed out of your house, down the pathway to the sidewalk, and looked for him, though you knew it was futile. He was already gone.
You tried to think of how you were going to slip the excess money back into his pocket next time you saw him, but as soon as you were inside, you raced to the folder you left on your coffee table, practically ripping it apart as you pulled out all the papers, aggressively uncapped a pen, and got to writing at light speed.
That man, whoever he was, infected you with a painful shot of inspiration that you needed to get off your chest right then and there. Your hand flew across the pages, revising entire sections you had been stuck on for weeks in the blink of an eye. Messy verses were refined, the missing notes floated into place, and by the time the moon had risen high and the timid breeze had turned cold, you had finished your song.
You looked it over one last time, a disbelieving giggle escaping you. You finished it. You finished it. This damned piece had been giving you restless nights, a broken loop in your brain that kept skipping over the unwritten parts, but one session with Satoru had seemingly given you the one push you were missing all along.
Your phone buzzed.
You opened it and tapped on the messages icon to find a text from an unknown number.
Unknown, 9:17 PM
Hey! Sorry for texting so late. It’s Satoru.
Does next week still work for you, same time?
What divine timing on his end. Right as he entered your thoughts, he slid into your DMs. 
Your fingers practically trembled with giddy excitement as you texted back instantly to confirm the time, uncaring of what kind of impression that was making on him. You were elated, feeling like you could deflate in peace at last. You gave a little victory cheer as you went about closing and locking all the windows and doors, pulling the curtains shut with so much energy, you questioned if you’d be able to sleep.
The answer was yes. After you had gotten all ready, having pampered yourself as a small reward for yourself, you fell onto your bed and passed out mere minutes later. For once, everything seemed to be going right.
––––•(-•ʚɞ•-)•––––
“How’d you learn how to play?” He asked one day as he sipped at the tea you prepared for him. He was right about his schedule being hectic at times, but he somehow managed to fit himself into having lessons with you a few times a week, rather than just the standard one.
It surprised you, but pleasantly so. He was eager to learn and improve, and you were more than happy to teach him. He made for fantastic company, too, and you found you enjoyed spending time chatting lazily with him just as much as you did instructing him.
“My grandma taught me,” you told him with a smile. “She passed away a while ago, but I like to think I’m keeping her legacy alive like this, by teaching others, and keeping that old lil’ piano alive.”
Satoru nodded in understanding. “You’re amazing at playing,” he complimented sweetly. “She did a great job.”
“Thank you,” you answered bashfully, hiding your blush behind your own mug of tea.
“What was she like, if you don’t mind me asking?”
His smile felt like the sun kissing the apples of your cheeks on a perfect spring day. Him wanting to know more about you had your heartbeat picking up in speed, chirping a new, happy melody like a canary.
You deliberated before replying. “She was a very shrewd woman, stern in her teaching, but very gentle at the same time. She was the kind of granny that snuck me pieces of candy when my parents weren’t looking. She let me stay up late playing the piano whenever I was staying at her place. I probably bugged my parents to let me stay there every weekend, just so I could play it and learn from her.”
“So you got into music young?”
You bobbed your head. “I fell in love the first time I heard her playing when I was a toddler. I had woken up from a nap one day, somehow escaped my crib, and crawled to the living room to watch her play for…man, I don’t even know how long. I was just…hypnotized.”
“She sounds like she was a maestro,” he snickered airily, though you knew he meant it.
You grinned widely, resting your chin on the curved cup of your palm. “She really was. I can show you some videos of her playing sometime, if you’d like to see,” you offered.
“I’d love to.”
––––•(-•ʚɞ•-)•––––
Satoru had been your student for a while now. 
He zoomed through the intermediate pieces into the advanced-amateur category easily, though seemed to plateau around there. Despite this, he was a wonderful student, always trying to improve himself and his skill. You knew he had it in him, he was only missing a little something he needed to tip him to the next level.
At one point, you had joked that he must have been purposefully holding himself back just so he could keep studying under you.
He laughed, and said nothing more.
By now, he reached a point where he would come in with a pep in his step, claiming he had perfected a song he wanted to play for you before you started the session. You’d find yourself (politely) seated on your couch by him, and would watch with a fond expression you didn’t know was there as he treated your piano with a touch more tender than even your own.
And you’d listen. He’d choose some of the prettiest, albeit not complicated, arrangements to play for you, and you’d find yourself slipping into a state of blissful peace. All your thoughts would drift away, and you’d absorb yourself in the music he played. 
A few sessions had been spent just like that, with him as your personal musician, and you couldn’t figure out why you felt so…happy.
You liked the emotion a lot, though, and found yourself looking forward to his every visit, anticipating the full body chills you’d get whenever he lulled you into that state of delighted serenity. You didn’t remember when you stopped charging him, and when you let him come in without knocking anymore. 
You also didn’t remember when having tea after each session became tradition, but you were grateful for the joy he brought you with his presence alone.
In fact, you decided to get him a small gift as thanks. For what exactly? His company? Patience? Entertainment? Whatever it was didn’t matter. It wasn’t anything big, either. It was a record you stumbled across while visiting a thrift shop recently.
You picked it up for two reasons. First, he divulged he had a hobby of collecting old records. Second, he mentioned he had been searching for that specific record for a few years with no luck, saying it was the last one he needed to complete his collection from that particular brand. The moment you spotted it, you grabbed it and practically bolted to the cashier, uncaring of the price.
There was no way you were leaving it there for someone else to nab it before he could. It was the most reasonable option.
Which was why you were extra giddy to see him again.
You opened the door in the middle of him reaching for the handle, stunning him for a second. That bewilderment was quickly wiped away by an excited grin that surely matched your own.
“If I knew you’d be this enthusiastic to see me, I would have worn something better,” he quipped.
You snorted and waved your hand, stepping back so he could come in. “Am I not allowed to be happy to see my favorite student? You look good no matter what you’re wearing, anyway.”
“Favorite, eh?” He teased as he closed the door behind him, leaning down to give you a quick hug. “Now I really feel like I should have worn something fancy.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” you giggled, leading him to the piano.
“I dunno,” he hummed, a sly expression crossing his face. “Pretty big deal to hear that from my favorite teacher,” You rolled your eyes, smacking his chest weakly, to which he laughed openly. “Ready to get started, teach?”
What a gorgeous sound. 
“Actually,” you said, “I got something for you. Wait here a moment, lemme go grab it.”
He raised a brow but didn’t raise any objections as he sat down and tugged his tie to loosen it a few inches, saying that he’d be right there.
You had to resist the urge to skip to your room to locate the record and retrieve it from the drawer you had safely stored it in. It was your sock drawer, actually. You wanted to keep it somewhere protected while it tarried for its new owner. You sang the melody of your newest song quietly as you picked it up, inspecting the album cover for any indication that it had been touched since you last put it in there.
Pristine. Obviously aged, but in flawless condition otherwise.
Sounds from your living room brought pause to your actions right as you closed the drawer after dumping all your socks back into it.
…Was that music?
Frowning, you picked up the record and crept towards the source of the noise. You recognized it instantly – it was the most notable piece written by the notorious Gojo Saichi. It was considered the most difficult composition created within the last century or so. You’d listened to it on repeat occasionally, attempted it dozens of times, though you always fell short before the second movement started, which came early on.
Was Satoru watching a video? No, the melody was too clear and full to sound like it was coming out of a phone speaker.
Then…
You froze in the entrance to the hallway, stuck in place as you watched Satoru play the oeuvre flawlessly. From where you were standing, at an angle, you could see his precise actions and motions. Every note came to him as naturally as air, each shift in tempo as easy as blinking, down to the fragile, silk-like contrast that made the instrument sound as if it was a weeping widow, sitting on a window sill as she descanted to the moon, alone. 
His digits knew exactly where to go, when, how deeply to press, how to shift between fierce and floaty as if he was born to do exactly this.
As your eyes flickered from his hands to his face, you saw that his eyes were closed. He was doing what some musicians could only dream of ever achieving in their careers; he was uniting with the music, playing as one, letting it fill his heart, then pour out with every throb like the very blood in his veins.
The most complicated, difficult, astronomical concerto known to man in the modern age, and he was playing it like it was nothing.
Satoru must have sensed your burning gaping as his hues flickered open and his hands stilled over the keys. He looked over towards you, his mien morphing into something resembling embarrassment.
You staggered closer. “That…that’s…that piece was…written by Gojo Saichi…” You mumbled, barely able to get the words out. You set down the record onto the coffee table, already having forgotten about it.
You were flabbergasted, rattled as you came to a stop at the side of the piano. He…how could he have played that so well? Wasn’t he barely in the advanced category? That was…that was professional, grade A, genius level music he played.
“Yeah,” he grinned, and you would have believed his show of being sheepish if the gleam in his eyes didn’t give him away. “He’s my dad.”
You sluggishly dropped onto your spot on the bench, peering at the keys but seeing nothing as you unpacked the bombardment of information you witnessed.
“That’s…the– that’s the hardest piece…even I can’t…”
“I know,” he rubbed his nape. “He basically forced me to stay up day and night playing it until I got it right.”
“But…how?” You tilted your head, peering up at him from the corner of your eye.
Satoru shrugged like he hadn’t just dropped a fucking bombshell on you. “I asked him to teach me when I was a teen,” You heard him say. “I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he apologized, not sounding very sorry at all.
“I…” You labored to find the right words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Honestly?” He asked. You nodded, and he let out a heavy sigh. 
Instead of answering immediately, he stood up and pulled you to your feet as well, pulling you into the kitchen, where he filled your kettle with water and put it to heat up.
You desperately wanted to know what exactly was going on, but couldn’t find it in yourself to rush him. He went about methodically picking out both your mugs from your cupboard, tossing a bag of tea into both, grabbing the bowl of sugar on the counter, and setting it all down on the table while he waited for the kettle to whistle. He seemed lost in thought, while you had many and none at all at the same time.
You could only observe him as he picked his words carefully.
He finally began when the shrill noise of boiling water filled the room. “I don’t know if you remember – probably not, since you didn’t recognize me – but we actually did meet a while ago. I was a lot different back then,” he said as he poured the water into both mugs, afterwards placing it back on the stove and holding his hand sideways at roughly chest level. “Maybe this high, scrawny, kind of a douchebag,” he admitted with a chuckle.
You were still in shock over the whole situation. All you could do was silently urge him to continue by leaning closer, accepting the cup when he passed it to you. Heat spread through your fingertips, easing away the frosty feeling you didn’t notice set in.
“You were playing the piano in the music room at the school we went to together. It was…honestly, beautiful. I grew up with a famous pianist for a dad, but even he can’t make music sound as alluring and gentle as you can,” he continued, awkwardly holding his own mug. “So, when I saw you again a few months ago, I couldn’t believe it was you. I always wanted to ask you to play something for me when we were younger, but could never get the nerve to.”
As he spoke, the memories were beginning to filter in through the thick haze in your brain. 
You were so focused on writing music and learning to be a great musician like your grandmother that you never really paid attention to your surroundings or the people around you if they weren’t your granny, parents, direct friends, or music teacher.
From what you did remember, Satoru was always a confident, cocky boy, shameless and loud. To hear he was…shy about asking you to play for him was hard to believe.
“So, I finally let my dad start teaching me,” he rambled on when you didn’t respond. “I’ve tried so many times to replicate the song you played, but I could never get it right. I know it’s probably a long shot, but you don’t happen to remember what song that was, do you?”
You thought back, scraping the dust off your highschool recollections. There was one piece you had hyperfocused on perfecting during the last year there, determined to play it exactly as your grandmother had.
You never did manage to master it.
You set down the tea you had only sipped at twice and walked past him into the living room, heading to your piano in a sort of trance. You slid onto the bench, and set your fingers on the keys. Muscle memory took over, the gentle tune coming to life in…how long had it been since you last played this?
You let the music flow through you, gave it access to your heart, allowed it to peer into the deepest parts of your soul, and simply followed the path it created.
“Was it this one?” You asked quietly.
When you looked up at him, his eyes were wide, lips parted as he stared at you with nothing less than amazement. “That– that’s the one. Which– what’s it called?”
“It’s a piece my grandma wrote for my parent’s wedding,” you answered. “She didn’t tell me what it’s called. I’m not sure if it has a name to begin with. She played it for me once, and I,” you huffed out a short, choked chuckle, “I became obsessed. I spent every day as a senior trying to get it right, to play it like she did, but…”
Your fingers slowed into a stop as you looked at them blankly, recalling your attempts, and the disappointment that followed each failure. You memorized it after playing it just twice, but it didn’t help you reach your goal in the end.
You startled when his hand rested lightly atop of yours, his body partially leaned over your shoulder so he could look you directly in the eye. This close, you felt his light breaths as they brushed your cheek. You could see the exact shade and hue of the teal composing his striking irises, match the exact pace of his heartbeat to a song, hear him swallow nervously.
“Keep playing,” he pleaded, sounding almost desperate. “Please.”
You obliged. How could you say no to him when he looked at you like that? When he requested it so feebly in a trembling voice that was close to cracking? How could you say no when you saw and felt first hand how his body relaxed when you filled the room with the lilting melody once again?
The music hopped and glided, playful in some parts, somber and tranquil in others. He stayed right where he was, the heat of his stomach resting against your upper back, thawing the tension in your shoulders as his hands held them gently, thumbs rubbing circles into your tight trapezius.
In every way, the song reminded you of your grandma, of your parents, of your childhood spent trying to reach a point where you were truly happy with how you played each note.
But, if that was the case…
How come you saw Satoru’s eyes when you closed yours and listened to your own hands dance across the keys? 
Why did his smile, his laugh, his touch, his voice, his everything, come to mind when you picked apart every stanza and bar? If you put together all the notes a specific way and decoded them, you swore they’d spell his name.
Your hands drifted and halted as you reached the end of the song.
Or, rather, the end of the song as you knew it.
There was a brief pause, then he mumbled, barely above a hum, “is that it?”
“Grandma never showed me how it ended,” you told him morosely. “She said she’d tell me ‘when the time is right’, but…she died before she could.”
He sat beside you and took your right hand into his. His fingers massaged meaningless shapes into the creases of your palm and the smooth plane of the dorsum. Neither of you dared break the silence, mulling in your own worlds.
Satoru was the one to cautiously cross the line of quiet, doing his best to not disturb it. He wrapped his left arm around your back, pulling you into his side while continuing to toy with your dainty digits.
“We’ll find it together,” he whispered.
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Truth be told, you never imagined you’d find yourself in this kind of place before – especially not in this position. 
Your hand hovered over your brow, shading your eyes from the brilliant sun as it shined low in the sky, kissing the horizon. Though it was setting, the approaching night was warm as ever. A pleasant breeze ruffled the fabric of your dress and caught the strands of your hair that managed to slip loose from the style your mother put them in. 
Stars were already beginning to dot the expanse above, glittering and so, so crystalline when you were this far outside the city. You never thought you’d get to see them so clearly, enough to point out individual constellations, and even identify Jupiter and Venus. 
You never had a reason to leave the bounds of the city before, so all this was a distant dream you might have had once when you were a teenager. 
But here you were, outside a lovely villa, surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones, miles away from where light pollution would dare to touch. The buzzing, lively chatter of dozens of guests filled the air; the clinks of glasses, the clacks of forks and knives on plates, all of it was so animated. You felt like you were in a sort of daze, overwhelmed with happiness to the point that it almost didn’t feel real.
A pair of soft lips pressed against your temple, drawing your attention to radiant, minty-ocean hues.
Satoru gazed at you with nothing short of pure, raw, true adoration. Like every fiber in his body, each and every singular cell, was dedicated to loving you.
“I have one more present left for you,” he murmured against your lips, giving you a chaste kiss right after before he stood up and raised his glass. He tapped the back of his knife gently on the side, creating a chiming noise that settled the ongoing conversations with ease.
Once all the attention was on him, he set both objects down and began speaking.
“I know we’ve already said it a lot, but I wanted to thank you all again for coming here to celebrate this day with us,” he said, turning his gaze to you. “This is truly the happiest day of my life – so far,” he added cheekily, earning him a laugh from the crowd. “So, before all the festivities end tonight, I wanted to do one last thing, if you’d all be so kind as to grant me this moment.”
Of course they would. Satoru was just that type of person. Charisma poured off him in waterfalls, charming anyone he spoke to without effort – you included.
He pushed back his chair, moving to leave. Confused, you grasped his arm and called his name.
There was a glint of something in his eyes, something you couldn’t identify, not with the light tingle of wine sitting in the back of your mind and the overstimulation of the grand day.
“Just listen, baby,” he whispered to you, then he was weaving through the guests, snaking his way to the grand piano situated off to the side of where everyone was situated. “This is a little song I heard many, many years ago, and fell in love with from the first few notes. I’d like to dedicate it to my mother-in-law, father-in-law, their late mother, and I would like to especially dedicate it to my lovely wife.”
Your mother gasped, grabbing your arm as soon as Satoru began playing the familiar melody of the song you had been taught ages in the past. It was the one your grandmother played for you, just once. It was the one she played for your mother and father for their wedding. It was the one you played for Satoru, once unknowingly, and every time after that intentionally.
The one he was playing for you now.
Your mother teared up faster than you did, reaching for a clean napkin to dab her eyes with while she waved her free hand at her face, trying to stave off the tears so that they didn’t smear her mascara, though she wasn’t succeeding. Your father was gently shushing her, rubbing her shoulder while he looked between you and Satoru with pride, and you…
You recalled the first time you heard him play the composition his father had written, when you still believed he was just an advanced player. Back then, you felt entranced.
Now, you felt completely spellbound.
You lifted yourself, carefully making your way between the enchanted spectators. A couple clutched and squeezed your hand as you passed, and a few others breathed out little congratulations to you, not risking breaking the delicate atmosphere. 
By the time you made it to him, your vision was blurry, and he was playing the last line of bars.
The arrangement floated into the placid, halcyon evening, each individual note rising like a star to join the thousands that looked on with bated breath, protecting this little moment of clement apotheosis.
His hands swept across the final few steps, barely touching the keys at all. The concluding tone resounded, fragile and silk-like, followed by a second of calm silence before the crowd erupted with cheers, hoots, and deafening applause.
Satoru rose from the bench, encircling your waist with his arms and pulling you in for a deep kiss. It echoed in you, the sweetest lullaby, the happiest composition that could never be written down identically. It was one only the two of you could hear and feel, one only the two of you could dance, live, cry, laugh, breathe, and love to.
Of all the endings you ever tried to give that precious song your grandmother had written so long ago, the one Satoru created was perfect.
Because you created it together.
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Yandere class 1A with a reader who has helped pros from another country but has never gotten her permit. So she goes to school and ends up with new classmates who are obsessed with her?
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• Your Big Sister is one of the most popular pro heroes in America ranking number 6 you always looked up to her and wanted to be like her one day, On your 14th birthday she gifted you your own hero outfit saying that you'll be her sidekick during your time you also became popular alongside your sister defeating villains helping citizens and praising your teamwork, usage of your quirk, a pot the pros and the employees of your sister agency adores you every time you walk by there's always a either a wave, a hey, or a small gift for your hard work life was great
• Until you receive a letter from the Special School called Ua saying that they require you to attend there since you never got a permit which made you feel sad that you were gonna leave your sister But she promised she'll visit and she made sure one if the pro heroes you worked with will be your new guardian
• When you 1st walked in your class most students were shocked they knew that they were be getting a new student but they didn't know it was you?!
•"introduce yourself and make it quick" Aizawa said with a tried expression "My name is y/n l/n I am the younger sibling of (sister's hero name) I hope we can all get along! Any questions a bunch of hands went up eagerly waiting
•" What's your quirk?" "are you actually the sister of h/n?" "what's working with a bunch of pro heroes like?" "Is your sister single" you answered them one by one (expect for the single part) and the class was amused you went to take a seat feeling some a bunch of eyes were on you
•After class a brunette girl, came up to you a warm smile on her face "Hi you must be y/n im Ochako Uraraka" You smiled at the girl while shaking your hands "Nice to meet you ochako you look so adorable!"
•Ochako face began to flushed with your comment her mind was all over the place "she called me cute!" her heart was racing "T-Thank you! I was gonna ask if you could sit with me and some friends they r-really wanna meet you" ochako manage to say still flushed she rushed away still thinking about you
•at lunch you managed to make friends with the glasses kid named iida a green hair boy named Izuku midoriya, and red and white hair boy named Shoto
• Ochako and 5 other girls came up to you while you were minding your business "y/n I was wondering if you would like to hang out with us! It's just a little cafe da- I mean hang out!" a girl with pink hair and yellow eyes said "Of course! That sounds fun!"the girls all starting blushing at your cute smile and adorable smile adoring it like it's the most precious thing in the world
•You soon was introduce to a hot head named katuski bakugo, a red hair boy named kirishima, a Blonde hair with a black lighting in his hair named denki and a black hair boy named sero along side with the other classmates like sato, Koji, tokoyami, ojiro and aoyama you and you're classmates all got along with each other but sometimes u question their behavior but u brushed it off
•whenever training come around ur classmates would bicker at each other about who gets to train with you and if one of them win they would glare at them behind your back when your your classmates would stare in wonder and memorize your fighting skills some even cheering for you
•They would always drag you wanting to spend time with you every chance they can get "Back off extras y/n and I are supposed to spare with each other! With shitty hair!" "Y/n promised that we are gonna have baking lessons later" " actually me and y/n were supposed to be jamming with each other" "*Kero* actually we were gonna go swimming alone" "oh please you people are crazy me and y/n are gonna go shopping together!"
•the more you spend time with them the more obsessed and delusional they get whenever you talk to other classmates who are not in their class they glare at you and try to make excuses for you to pay attention to them they even daydream you and them dating
• They are so desperate for your attention and praise that they'll always bicker about who got the most attention
•one time mineta tries to flirt and try talking dirty about u you let's just say 19 classmates are coming for his ass
•Izuku would have a secret notebook about you with everything about you even with stuff you didn't know he would talk to you like he's a shy boy but whenever you're talking with someone he's would glare at him and would gently tug your sleeve a bit trying to pull you away with a excuse of "cmon y/n we need to study" or "sorry we need to get to class now"
•Shoto and Momo would leave u expensive gifts and spoil the heck out of you momo would hug you and try to cuddle you whenever you're sitting down and if your not much of a cuddler then that's fine too hand holding is also a option
•Bakugo and Kirishima would spar with you and sometimes show off to see who's more manly
•Denki or sero would invite you to play videos games and even if your bad at the games they'll loose on purpose just to see your eyes sparkle tries to throw some flirting here and there
•iida and you would fangirl/fanboy about how cool your big siblings are and Iida would make sure you're safe at all costs being your study partner and teaching you Japanese
•Ochako and you would either make you hang out at the park with her or go to a nice hill to look at the sunset while you both race down the hill (the 2 of you got scolded by iida for staining your clothes)
•Aoyama would have a mini fashion show with Bakugo picking out the outfits for you and Momo getting all the pretty outfits making sure you're comfortable and safe revealing or not both Aoyama and momo would be squealing while bakugo pretends not wanting to be here
•Sato would bribe you with sweets to make him hang out more he'll find out by asking Izuku what your favorite dessert or treat is whenever you taste his treat he always wanted to know what you think and if you say it's delicious the dude would make more for you
•Koda would teach you what animals you wanna know if you wanna know what animal lives in Japan he talk all about that heck! He'll even bring you face to face (unless the animal it's dangerous) of not then he'll let you pet it but if you're scared if gently reassure you that the animal won't hurt you
• Tokoyami loves to hang out with you in quiet places like coffee cafes or a library trip when dark shadow tries to sneak in his real feeling for you he'll shine a flashlight at him making him hiss
•Shoji like Iida would make sure you're safe especially when you're around him shoji would tell you about how dangerous the country Japan is wanting you to be closer to him to the point where his hands are around your waist or being carried burial style
•Hakagure and Mina will always be your number one hyped girls always pitching your cheek and hugging you and if you're not a hugger that's ok! A head will do that when alone they would always gossip about how hot you are and how adorable you are they even made a secret shrine of you
•Tsuyu is a cool girl who would always take you swimming if you don't know how to swim she'll hold on to you very Tight making sure you don't drown or get those floaties to help you
•Jirou and you would have a jamming section whenever an instrument you play she'll play along with you the both of you would share your favorite playlist songs and why is most of hers love songs. Anyways she gifted you a matching t shirts of your favorite band now whenever it's the weekend yall would jam out in cute matching clothes
Ojiro would occasionally spend with you as well while making sure he doesn't hurt you loves it when you touch his tail it makes his heart race and tail wag Ojiro also loves to hang out at the ice parlor with you while talking about hero stuff and karate
They all love you and will cherish you as much as they can even convince you to join their hero agencies when they grow up they're obsession gets worse as the day goes on with how their glares will linger if they see you talking with another person and will argue at each other of who gets to spend with who
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Always There - Chapter Ten: S.Snape
Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.
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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius
Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, not proofread, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters
Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,
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Y/N was still anxiously waiting, the sun had set and it had gotten dark and still, none of the Hogwarts champions had emerged from the maze. Finally after what seemed like forever, Harry and Cedric had returned, landing in the middle of the arena for everyone to see. She knew something was wrong right away so she went rushing down to her nephew who was holding Cedric and not letting anyone touch him.
“Harry, my love, what happened?” She asked her nephew softly, knowing if she spoke in a different tone he’d probably freak out. Dumbledore hovering over her shoulder to listen in. 
“He’s back, Voldemort is back! He killed Cedric!” Harry cried. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, she nearly collapsed at the news. “Cedric wanted me to take his body back, my parents were there helping me get away.”
With that, everything went black and her body slammed into the ground. Upon seeing this, Severus rushed over asking the headmaster what had happened and why Y/N had fainted. Once Albus told him the news, he nearly fainted himself, the gryffindor boy was merely a child yet he had to witness one of his classmates die right before him, he had to see his dead parents guide him into getting away from the dark lord. And Y/N had to listen to all of this happen to her nephew and there was nothing she was able to do, she wasn’t able to help her nephew and spare him from seeing such a sight. 
Severus understood that life wasn’t fair, however, he felt as if the remaining Potters had a worse life than anyone. Y/N had to see her brother and sister-in-law dead as she retrieved her nephew who had been attacked himself, she had all of her friends ripped away from her in a day, she had a child sprung on her when she needed someone the most and she felt like she had nobody until Severus came along. Harry had to grow up without parents or even a parental unit, he was raised as a legend even though the child had no recollection of what had happened to him as a mere 1 year old, he was targeted in some way every year since he started at Hogwarts, no matter what Y/N and Severus had tried to do he was still targeted, a boy of mere 14 having to witness a classmate die right before him and watch as the dark lord rose once more.
Y/N was rushed off to the hospital wing, Severus following after her, Moody taking Harry to his office to calm him. Severus was anxious until Poppy had told him that Y/N was going to be okay, her body was just overwhelmed as her adrenaline dropped quicker than it should have. As he sat at her bedside, he began to wonder why Moody had taken Harry to his office and not the hospital wing. He shot up out of his chair, running to his store, grabbing veritaserum and running to Moody’s office. Albus was already there questioning Moody and knew that the potions master had grabbed the truth serum.
After Severus handed the serum over, he grabbed Harry in a protective manner and pulled him as far away from ‘Moody’ as he could.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Severus questioned the boy, concern laced in his voice and visible on his face.
“I have a cut on my arm,” Harry replied, his voice seeming distant. Severus performed the healing charm on the boy’s arm before pulling him into a protective embrace. 
“I was so worried about you my boy, let’s go to the hospital wing, your aunt is there.” The two set off for the hospital wing, allowing Dumbledore and Minerva to deal with Barty Crouch Jr., as they approached, Madam Pomphrey immediately began fretting over the boy, insisting he go lay down on a bed and let her look him over. Harry was about to deny but with one look from his uncle, he backed down and followed the woman. She set him up on the bed next to his aunt, who was still unconscious. 
“She should be waking soon, I was able to give her a calming draught a little while ago, it should be kicking in any minute,” Pomphrey told Severus, noticing the worried look on his face. 
“Thank you, Poppy,” The man replied, sitting between the Potters and allowing the healer to do her work. As she was finishing her work up on Harry, Y/N began stirring in the bed to the left of him, making both their heads snap in her direction. Harry got out of bed and waited beside Severus, waiting for her to wake up. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the only two faces she cared about at the moment, her nephew and her partner.
“Sevvy, Harry! Are you boys okay?” She woke up worried about the pair even though they were sitting right next to her, physically okay.
“We should be asking you that question, love. How are you feeling?” Severus retorted, more worried about her than anything else, Poppy had already cleared Harry telling him that he was physically okay and would only have some bruising for a few days. 
“I’m tired, what happened? Did I pass out again?” Y/N asked.
“You did. You really need to stop passing out on me at the end of the school year, this is the second year in a row my love. You need to take better care of yourself,” He lectured.
“Harry, my love, are you okay? Come lay with me,” She brushed off Severus’ comment but took it into consideration seeing that he did have a point. It was the second year in a row where because she wasn’t taking care of herself she ended up passing out at the end of the last term. After suggesting to Harry to come lay with her, the boy did just that and laid beside his aunt who held him to her side tightly. She didn’t want to let go anytime soon and both of them knew that. They were her boys, no matter how old they were, they would always be her boys.
Severus excused himself to go talk to Albus, leaving the aunt and nephew alone in the hospital wing. It was here that Harry felt safe enough to tell her the events of the graveyard, who was there, where the cut had come from and seeing his parents for the first time since the Mirror of Erised. The pair talked about everything, Y/N trying her best to soothe her nephew's worries until they had fallen asleep. Harry being held protectively by his aunt and Y/N holding the boy who always had a special place in her heart, no matter what.
Harry continued to struggle and come to terms with witnessing Cedric’s death. He began to have nightmares every single night, repeating the events of the graveyard. It had gotten so bad that his aunt had taken to staying in his bedroom or he staying in her bedroom every night, so when a nightmare did happen, she was right beside him to help him come out of it. Severus had noticed the dark circles around their eyes, he had noticed that Y/N looked haunted and Harry had seemed dull. It was the first night Severus actually had the chance to stay with the Potter’s since the summer began, helping get the Order back up and running. The three of them having a good day together, Severus taking the pair out to lunch and then going to see a muggle movie after.
Once the trio had gotten back home, Harry put himself to bed, leaving Y/N and Severus up to finally have a chance to catch up. “Have you been sleeping?” Severus asked her bluntly.
“Of course I have, why do you ask?” She replied, confused as to why he asked the question.
“You just look so tired, like you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.” And he had a point, she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. She was already having a hard time sleeping once the triwizard tournament had started, it only continued to get worse. 
“I’m fine, I promise, I took a sleeping draught the other night when I couldn’t sleep and you know how those affect me,” She lied to him.
“Don’t lie to me, I know you like the back of my own hand to just tell me what’s going on,” Severus pleaded. Before she could even say anything, Harry began screaming in his sleep. 
“No! Don’t kill him!” Harry wailed as Y/N and Severus rushed up to his room. She was the first one in and went straight to his bedside where she gently woke him. 
“Harry, you’re okay, you’re safe. It’s time to wake up my love. Wake up,” She repeated this mantra gently in his ear until the boy woke with a start. The second the boy’s eyes opened, he grabbed onto his aunt and cried into her shoulder. “It’s okay Harry, it’s okay.”
“He’s dead because of me. If Voldemort had just killed me, Cedric would still be alive,” Harry cried, his voice muffled by her shirt.
“Don’t you dare talk like that, Harry James Potter! You gave people hope in a time where the wizarding world was hopeless!” She scolded the boy.
“I wish I just died that night with my parents.”
“Please stop talking like that, you deserve the world Harry, you always have,” Y/N was on the verge of tears hearing this come from her nephew’s mouth. Severus touched her shoulder in a silent request to let him take over so she could calm herself down. She nodded, kissing her nephew on the head before leaving to go to her own bedroom. Severus sat with Harry and allowed the boy to tell him everything he was feeling. Once he had all of his feelings off his chest, Severus took over the conversation.
“I understand and know how you’re feeling but please don’t say stuff like that to your aunt. I want you to know that for these nightmares and these feelings, you come tell me, tell me everything that’s on your mind. I felt the things you are feeling now and I get it, and you can trust me when I say that these feelings will pass. You will be happy again, it takes time but you will get there,” Severus explained.
“Will it pass? How can you be so sure?”
“Because I watched people die before me too, I was in your position once, Harry. I saw your mother and father dead and I was upset for a long time. You and your aunt helped me get through that, I may still be a scary professor still but I’m happier now than I have ever been. That is thanks to you and your aunt, you two are responsible for making me happy.”
Harry had thrown his arms around Severus’ shoulders and hugged him tight. The man hugging the boy back just as tight. 
“Come on, your aunt is worried about you, let’s go lay with her.” Harry nodded, following his uncle into Y/N’s room where she was curled up on the bed, half asleep. She held out her arms to the pair and waited for them to join her in the bed. The two climbed in with her, Severus behind her and Harry in front of her. She fell asleep sandwiched between her boys, Harry being held tightly by his aunt and Y/N being held tightly by Severus.
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someone play big bank ft nicki minaj bc uh oh, back again
IM SO SORRY i am so in love with your writing
may i request someone falling into a deep sleep (either the reader or the character- it can be diff for every scenario if u want !!) and the other person has to perform True Love’s Kiss™ but it goes wrong (nothing too angsty pls im too weak)
like
that one scene between luz and hunter from the owl house, somebody falls, the cpr kiss between apple white and darling (man there are a lot of failed kisses in media) and any other shenanigans you can think of
with riddle, jamil, neige, ace/deuce, jade, and anyone else you want to do !
tysm in advance !!
A/N: OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH??? AND PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE SEEING WHAT OTHER PEOPLE WANT TO READ!! I also have some spare time before stuff picks up later in the semester, so I'm getting most of my writing done now ;;;; I never watched any of those shows, so I just went with 'gone wrong after', if that's alright!
Riddle:
-He knew that mer was up to no good, especially when Floyd outright ASKED to be Riddle's partner
-Despite his gut instinct, he went along with it and, of course, Floyd threw in one of the ingredients sitting on the shelf, the entire jar sinking below the surface of the potion that threatened to bubble over and spill
-It never bubbled over, rather it EXPLODED
-Riddle would have lost his mind screaming if it wasn't for the way that his head began spinning and how quickly he seemed to be falling to the ground.
-Ace and Deuce, of course, were the ones who came to grab you, hoping to save their dorm leader
Outside of the infirmary, you stand with your arms crossed, glaring at both the boys. 
"Have you forgotten that I have no magic? I can't wake him up," Ace groans, rolling his eyes. 
"But if you do, he might feel, oh, I don't know, indebted? So he'll feel bad when he goes to collar us." You fight the urge to smack Ace and look to Deuce, who's staring at the ground in shame. 
"You too?" The blue haired boy doesn't respond and you sigh. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, there's this fairytale thing..." Ace starts with, face breaking into a grin. "And it says it'll break any curse, so-"
"Are you talking about the-?!" You punch his arm, face flushing a bright red. "I knew you were up to something stupid!"
"You like him, he likes you! What, did ya want Deuce to kiss him?!"
"What the fuck, Ace?" Deuce shoves Ace, who cackles and turn to you, walking forwards quickly and making you stumble back into the infirmary, quickly slamming the door closed and yelling from the other side. 
"Good luck, Prefect~" Ace coos. "Oh, I also told Trey that you woke him up already. Won't wanna make our resident baker sad, would we? He told me that he'd make you something as a thank you~"
"Damn you, Trappola," More laughter as footsteps echo down the hallway and disappear, leaving you in the dimly lit infirmary. 
Just you. 
And an unconscious Riddle. 
You take a breath, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring down at his soft face. He was always boyishly handsome in a way that made your heart flutter whenever he looked in your direction, his stern gaze never failing to make you swoon, much to Ace's dismay. Now that he's asleep, calloused hands for once unclenched and relaxed at his sides, you can take a moment to notice the small things about him that you don't have the chance to normally see. 
Everything from the small freckle that sat upon his eyelid, to the dark circles under his eyes, to the way that his face, even in sleep, was still flushed a light pink. You slowly grab his hand and feel a wave of sadness to find it cold. You wonder if he's ever had someone hold his hand, if it was always this cold, if the scowl that was no longer on his face was how he would look no matter what or if it was an expression trained into his soft features.
Biting your lip, you look to the door and back, deciding to suck it up and kiss your crush from the beginning of the school year. 
You slowly lean in, lips connecting to his own slightly chapped ones before pulling away slowly. You notice how his crimson eyelashes flutter, his chest rising much higher than it had as he takes a deep breath. His cool gray eyes open to meet your own, thin lips forming a small smile as his half-lidded eyes take in your features. 
Until it sets in. 
His hand rushes to his mouth and he sits up quickly, making you lean back as to not bump his head. He gapes, mouth opening and closing as a bright red rises up his neck, soon covering his entire face. Riddle stares at you for a moment, terrified before making a sound that was something akin to a dying hamster, scrambling as far from you as possible and trying to get off the bed.  
Mumbling to himself quickly, mind seemingly in a frenzy to explain the situation, to find a way other than his first kiss was when he was asleep. 
He didn't seem to notice how the blanket got tangled in his and your legs, pulling both of you to the ground with a loud thud. He also didn't seem to notice Professor Crewel standing in the open doorway, the antidote in hand, eyebrow twitching at the scene before him. 
"You couldn't wait two seconds?!" The professor groans. 
Ace/Deuce:
-Both of them were dumb, and partnered up during potions class, accidentally making a potion that exploded all over them both
-What did you expect? You should have offered to separate the two rather than agreeing to Partner with Sebek during the joint lessons...
-Now you're stuck with two sleeping idiots while the professor works on a solution
-It's Epel who suggests that you kiss him to wake him up
"Oh, come on, Prefect!" Epel sighs. "It's not that bad! Besides, we all know that you like him!"
Ace route:
"Why would you think I liked him?!" You retort, frowning at the lilac haired boy, who shrugs. 
"You two are always together, even when Deuce isn't there!" Epel fights back. "And he was the first one you met here..."
"He's-he's Ace! He's a bully, and doesn't think at all, and is-is-"
"Just kiss him!" 
You scoff, looking down at the sleeping redhead, eyes tracing over the light freckles that crossed over the bridge of his nose. It was weird seeing his face look so... peaceful. For most of when you'd known him, he'd always have a shit-eating grin or a pout. He was always so expressive and seeing him look so still made something in your heart ache. 
For a moment, you think about what would happen if he didn't wake up. Epel was right about one thing- that he was your closest and oldest friend here. 
He may be annoying and a general menace, but he was still your menace. Ace was still the boy who would do anything to make you smile after Crowley runs you ragged, he was still the same boy who would steal stuff from Heartslabyul's kitchen if he heard that you liked it, dropping it off at your dorm before shyly asking to stay the night because he was sure that Trey had seen him do it and that Riddle was hot on his trail. 
He was the one who protected you during countless overblots, throwing his life on the line and using as much magical power that he had to keep you safe. The one who made sure you ate every day, and had enough spare madol in your pockets for when you didn't have the time or the money to eat. 
You look at him before frowning, making your resolve. You look at Epel nervously, who apologizes and averts his eyes. Your eyes scan his face once more, lightly brushing some of his ruby hair off to the side as you lean in and press a light kiss to his lips, leaning back and trying to ignore Epel's gagging and laughter. 
Ace sighs, eyes slowly opening when you notice your hand was still resting on the crown of his head. You pull it back and the boy laughs softly, moving to sit up, raising an eyebrow. 
"You're a perv-" He snickers, making you huff and shove him lightly. "H-hey!"
You rush out of the room, hearing Epel's laughter grow into cackling as Ace's voice sounds from the infirmary. "It was a joke! I meant in a good way! A good perv!" Epel laughs harder as your face flushes and you rush back to Ramshackle. 
"Dumbass..." You mumble under your breath. 
Deuce Route:
"And?!" You retort, making Epel snort. 
"And he likes you," Rolling his eyes, he puts both hands on your shoulders and frowns, looking deep into your eyes, making you gulp at the intensity of his expression. "Prefect, on behalf of every first year student who is tired of watching you both be pathetic around each other-"
"Okay, Vil~" He lightly smacks your arm.
"Shaddup!"
Laughing, you pull away from him, fighting the blush that creeps up your face as you stare down at Deuce's sleeping expression, lips slightly parted accompanying the soft rise and fall of his chest.
"And imagine how happy you would make Ms. Spade~" Ah, his secret weapon- Deuce's mother who had taken a liking to you due to how often Deuce tells her about you. After learning of your 'other world' situation, she began talking to you more and more often, checking to see how you were doing or if you needed anything. She even offered to allow you to live with her and Deuce over the duration of summer break should you still be here, already making plans to take you out to get clothes of your own (rather than hand me downs from your friends, as well as from the dorm leaders and the teachers). 
"Okay, okay, I'll do it..." You mumble. Epel pulls out his phone, camera on when you push him out of the room, huffing at his muffled laughter from behind his hand. "You could be such a bully sometimes!"
"Have fun!" You watch him disappear down the hallway and close the door to the infirmary, sighing as you sit on the edge of the bed, lightly toying with the flimsy sheet that covered the boy. 
Smiling, you attempt to fix the smudged spade that covered his eye with your thumb, only managing to smear the makeup further across his face and down his cheekbone. You can't help but rest your makeup-stained hand on his face, feeling how much his body temperature had dropped in his sleep. 
Normally when you would help him with his makeup his face was so warm as you held it in your hands, pleading for him to stay still and stop squirming so you can make the shape look neat. You can't seem to forget that same warmth that he would hold when you would both sleep on the floor during sleepovers, the two of you sleeping back to back in between the rest of the first years, legs barely intertwining with one another. 
And how his face would flush as you tutored him, feeling his labored breaths dust over your face as you backed away, realizing how close you had gotten to him while trying to explain the problem. The same flush that painted his face after you would thank him for everything, patching up his wounds when he would get into fights on your behalf, silently weeping about how he was doing so well and went back to his old ways. He would let you hold him close then, every ounce of shyness pushed out of his system as he sniffled and you reassured him that he was going great, that you were glad he was there to be your knight in shining armor...
You wanted to see that comforting shade of red again. 
Leaning in, you press a kiss just shy of his lips, the corners of your mouths connecting before you shyly lean back, watching his eyelids shoot open.
He gasps and you feel an immense pain in your stomach, winching and hissing as you grab the spot that you realized he had hit. 
"P-prefect!" His face pales when he realized that he just had his fairytale moment, and also that he had kissed- and, on instinct, punched- his true love. "I'm so, so, so sorry!"
The rest of the first years made fun of you both- Deuce on the verge of tears apologizing and begging for forgiveness and you with a massive bruise on your stomach, holding an icepack to the spot. He promised he would make it up to you later- or you could hit him back.
Ruggie:
-Ate something completely on accident. He was so hungry after his shift, and the fruits on that tree just looked so good... and don't blame him! They looked like normal apples, and they smelled and tasted the same, especially to his half asleep and starved self
-He was passed out in the forest near Ramshackle when you were making your way to Sam's shop, noticing the familiar pair of hyena ears peeking out from within a bush
-You pull him out with a little bit of a struggle, what with the branches getting stuck on his clothes and hair as you attempt to yank him out
-Finally, you manage to get him on his back on the ground, pulling the twigs out of his hair and noticing how, in sleep, his ears still twitch when you accidentally brush too close. 
-You shake him a few times, getting more and more nervous when you realize that he wasn't responding
-You pinch his cheek, blow on his face, pulling his ears, you even dump half of your water bottle on him
-You call Leona in a panic, the lion grumpy about being woken up from his nap
-He tells you that he'll tell someone, which you highly doubt, and adds a second solution before hanging up on you
"-or ya can always kiss him."
"Leona, what do you-?!" The sound of a beep signaling the end of the call makes you huff, face alight from the prince's suggestion. You put your phone in the grass, mind racing about what you could do to help him, the kiss echoing throughout your skull and making your heart skip a beat. You fumble to make yourself busy as to get rid of the thought, a blush creeping up your neck at the suggestion as you peeked over to the unconscious hyena beastman.
You feel a stab of pity once you see his vacant expression, freckled and scarred face shifting every once in a while as a reaction to whatever dreams he was having. His brown hair streaked with blonde sways in the afternoon breeze, some of it blowing into his eyes. You hesitantly reach over to brush it away, getting to see the small details you're never close enough to notice. 
The heavy freckles that coat his entire face, thickly concentrated on his cheeks and along the bridge of his nose. The light scarring from scraps he'd told you about getting into growing up. You lightly run your thumb over the light nicks that lined right below his bottom lip, small white lines that indicate where he'd accidentally scraped himself while growing in his fangs- a common occurrence amongst beastmen. If your eyes traveled down, you could notice the thin, crack-like scars that creep up his neck and disappear below his collar from Leona's overblot. 
You also take a moment to notice just how... frail he seemed when he wasn't as active as he always is. The purplish-blue circles under his eyes that seem even deeper with how his eyes seemed to be sunken in. How narrow his face was, cheekbones prominent. You grab one of his rough, calloused hands in your own, noticing how large his hand was compared to the rest of his forearm. Frowning, you run your hand over his features, wishing that the boy would allow himself a break or at least accept your offer to take over his jobs for him. That he didn't think he owed you anything for trying to help him. 
You couldn't deny your crush on him, not even if you wanted to. His clever tricks and pranks never failed to make your heart flutter- and annoy you. No matter how much of an act you could put up, how angry you pretended to be when he stole your bag and wouldn't give it back until you shared your lunch with him, when he purposefully annoyed Grim and ran away, you were sure that he could see through it. 
You wouldn't undermine his intelligence so much as to think he didn't notice your nervous stammering, the surefire blush that would make it's way onto your face whenever he got to close. You're sure that only lead to him teasing you more to watch you sputter and try to regain your composure. 
Despite all of that, he was still one of your closest friends. He still checked up on you and often (jokingly) doted on you like a worried mother, trying to make you laugh during the times when the pressure of being alone in an alien world seemed to be too much. He would still take time out of his busy day to teach you some tricks about the world, how to get around and get things done with or without the help of magic. He even went so far as to share some of his food with you when he noticed how Grim seemed to be your priority, how you would put him before yourself, neglecting your health. 
Despite how he seemed to most of NRC, he was still one of the sweetest, most hardworking, earnest, caring boys you had ever met. 
And, you decided, you would not let him wither away here. Sleep curse or not, you were going to wake him up!
You lean in and press a small, inexperienced kiss to his chapped lips, sitting back in the grass and watching as his nose twitches a few times, groaning and sitting up. His light gray-blue eyes open and he gapes at you, jaw hanging open as he presses a clawed hand to his lips, eyes wandering down to your own. 
"Y-you..." He mumbles, face flushing. "Do it-...do it again?"
You pause and nod, heart pounding as you lean in, your hand landing atop his own as  you both lean in, opting to close your eyes as you feel his warm breath on your face and-
Then you feel a tongue run along the bottom half of your face. You pull back, staring at Ruggie, this time it's your turn to have your jaw dropped. The boy stares, droopy eyes laced with mortification as his ears sit flat atop his head.
You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking as you laugh. 
"H-hey! Don't laugh!" He yells, face flushing a brighter red than you had ever thought you would see on the normally laid back boy. "It was my first kiss! I don't know what I'm doing!"
You ended up going on an actual date after that, as long as you swore on your life that you would never tell anybody what happened.
Jade:
-He invited you to go camping with him
-Most people would turn him down before you even asked, but you were hopelessly in love with the eel, so...
-Here you were, atop one of the mountains near campus, backpack in hand, being tasked with the job of holding the glass terrariums that the boy would put his findings in and trek back to campus with
-That is, until he touched a particularly fascinating mushroom that exploded in his face
-He fell to the ground, unconscious, and you panicked, immediately dropping the terrariums to fall to your knees and shake him, doing anything to try to wake him up
-On the verge of tears, you call his brother, who laughs at the situation
"Just kiss 'im, dummy!" That makes your tears stop as you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve. 
"W-what?"
"Yeah, you kiss him and he'll wake up. It's a magic thing, you wouldn't get it," The other twin, starting to sound annoyed, groans when you hear Azul's voice in the background beckoning him back to his work station. "I can't!" A distant 'why?' from Azul, clearly fed up with Floyd. "Shrimpy killed my brother!" A louder 'what?!' followed by Floyd's laughter rings from the other side. 
"I gotta go!" He hums. "Try to bring him back in... at most three pieces, yeah? Mama would be pissed if I came home without him," You pick up on his soft snickers before the call drops and you drop the phone in disbelief, watching the eel mer sleep. You fashion a pillow out of your jacket, propping his head up so it's not rested against roots and rocks and bugs. 
You take a second to run your hands through his teal hair, twirling the black strand around your fingers a few times. "It couldn't be that bad..." You mumble, face heating up at the thought as you stare down at him, sighing as you continue to play with his hair strand, mumbling and swearing to yourself as it gets caught on his earring that glimmers in the afternoon sun. 
You work to untangle it, feeling his warm breaths against your forearm, which doesn't hep to stop the shaking of your hands. You try to keep yourself balanced, ducking down to see exactly where the hair strands were tangled. 
He had let you touch his shockingly soft hair once before, when you had asked. You ran your hand over the cold sturgeon scale earring, glad that you could finally touch it. Jade had told you the story behind him and his twin's shared earrings as well as other stories from their childhood, which captivated you to no end. 
Living under the sea? Swimming with sharks on a daily basis? Having a tail (or tentacles) rather than legs? It all seemed insane to you... and Jade seemed to take great pleasure in telling you all about his hometown. 
He had promised to take you there someday, which made you so excited you nearly dropped the glass cup you were drying off after your shift at Mostro, the eel chuckling and lightly chastising you for your clumsiness. 
How did he not know that you were in love with him? Someone as observant as him surely would have noticed your reactions around him- his brother sure did. 
And Floyd never let you hear the end of it. 
He also told you that his twin felt the same way, often going out of his way to push you two together as often as possible. you were considering begging their childhood friend for his help, but you were worried that he would try to take something, despite having changed his ways after his overblot. 
You could deny it all you wanted, but you could not deny how his soft touches made you feel. Everything from the gentle way he would look at you when he didn't think you would notice, to the gentle way he held your hands when he was helping you pitch your shared tent, to the domesticity of cooking dinner with him over the campfire the night before. 
Without thinking, you slowly kiss him, pulling away once you realized what you had done, face turning a bright red. 
Jade's eyes peek open, finding your own as his mouth breaks into a wide, toothy grin, one more earnest and softer than any you had seen. He silently holds your hands in his, moving to sit up as you hear something snap and watch as his body sways to the side before he cascades down the hill and disappears into the bushes. 
"Jade?!" You shout, scrambling after him and hearing his muffled groans and swears as he continues to plummet down the hill. "Jade, I'm coming! Hold on!"
Floyd lost his mind when you both came back and Jade had his arm in a sling, finding it hilarious how you managed to bring his brother home in pieces after all...
Jamil:
-It was during one of NRC's family events
-It was heavily guarded, but that still didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen
-Being the son of a wealthy merchant does get you enemies, but it also gives you people willing to do anything to get involved in the family
-So when Jamil taste tested one of the carnival snacks meant for Kalim and fell to the ground, the noble girl throwing a fit about how that was meant for Kalim and how she should have been the one to wake him up with a true love's kiss, all hell broke loose on campus
-Kalim, knowing that you were incredibly close to Jamil, dragged you to the infirmary, pleading for you to kiss his best friend and wake him up
"Kalim, I really can't-"
"Oh, please!" The boy grabs your hand in both of his, eyes brimming with tears and his bottom lip jutting out. "She-she said that the only way to wake him up would be true love's kiss! And he really, really likes you, so it has to be you!" You flush at his statement, hoping to pass it off as just being Kalim's optimism kicking in during the bad situation. 
"He's asleep! I-I can't just kiss him!" You shake your head, trying to fight the blush that creeps up your neck. "That's wrong!"
"I'm sure he'd understand!" The boy practically wails. "Just try, please!"
You sigh and try to shake him off, begrudgingly agreeing to help your friend. Of course, you'd been harboring a crush on the boy since you first met him before the Magshift match in October, the crush only growing throughout the rest of the year. His snide comments, dark humor, and responsible nature warmed your heart. Even when he acted like he didn't want your help with preparing dinner, or to help clean up the gym after basketball practice, he still joked and laughed with you. 
Even when you noticed how he hung his head with every little compliment you attempted to send his way, suddenly pulling his hood further over his eyes. 
You walk into the infirmary, Kalim excusing himself to give you both some privacy. You sit on the chair next to the bed, watching his sleeping face. After the fall, some of his hair had fallen out of his braids and ponytail, cascading down his face. You couldn't deny that he was attractive- his charcoal gray eyes that twinkled with mischief, the way he would bite his lip when he was practicing basketball, toned arms shifting with every move, practically glowing in the lights of the gymnasium. You couldn't help but admire him more when you reached out and toyed with one of the bells that decorated his hair, smiling softly to himself. 
The first time you watched him dance, you practically had to leave the room. His long hair that would swirl around him as he spun and stepped, his sharp eyes meeting yours and grinning, baring his slightly sharpened canines. The thought of the moment makes your heart skip a beat as you fight the urge to trace a finger over his sharp features, opting to settle your hand on his cheek, cupping it and running your thumb on the space beneath his eye. With your other hand, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, his sleeping form on display. You take a breath, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips, backing away and covering your face from the effort. 
You watch his face slowly contort into a grimace, groaning as his eyes slowly open, a hand making it's way up to his cheek to hold your own. His hand feels so warm over your own, matching the slow heating of his cheek as you gulp. He gasps softly, quickly sitting up and turning to face you, mouth agape. 
"S-sorr-" He cuts you off by practically lunging at you, lips colliding with your own as you yelp and scramble for balance as the chair begins to rock, tipping backwards. Jamil swears and you hold onto him for dear life, one hand pulling his hair and the other awkwardly wrapped around his arm, as you both plummet to the floor.
You walked away with a sprained wrist and he walked away with a sore scalp and a nasty scratch on his forehead, but hey, at least you got a date out of it.
Neige:
-When you're in the public eye as often as he is, you tend to have a few fans who are willing to go above and beyond to get any sort of interaction with you
-Neige was well aware of this, just just couldn't refuse when one of his fans gave him a box of homemade chocolates, begging him to tell them how it tastes
-He obliged, despite the feeling in his gut as he took a bite of the apple-shaped chocolate, a caramel-like substance leaking out of the side
-One of the volunteers at the event managed to catch him before he hit the ground
-You, being there to support him during the meet and greet, were the second person to get to his side, shaking him and yelling at someone to grab security and a medic
-That's how you both landed here, in the city's hospital. 
You sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair at Neige's bedside, the endless flowers and cards sent by fans piling up in the room, barely leaving enough space for you all to walk through. You had to go live on Neige's magicam account on his behalf to thank everyone for their well wishes, but also to kindly ask them to stop sending extravagant bouquets due to the lack of room in the hospital, joking that the nurses were thinking of kicking you two out. 
You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over the chat, countless donors and commenters telling you to kiss him. 
"True love's kiss, huh?" You said aloud accidentally. 
'Yesss!'
'Ofc'
'its like the story, right?'
'they don't know about it?'
'do u think its gonna work?'
'it has to!!!!!!!! THEY'RE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHERRR!'
You can't help but blush at the comments, quickly thanking everyone once more before turning the live video off, setting his phone off to the side. You were both well aware about your... fanbase. After seeing you and Neige attend so many events together, some of his fans had taken it to the next level. 
Fancams of the two of you two together, countless edits of your small moments together that the fans are adamantly arguing is proof of your relationship. You have both received fanart of the two of you together- ranging from very cute (a small drawing of the two of you together having a picnic) to... borderline uncomfortable (pictures of you two and your 'children' named and given personalities by the fan themselves...). You had even been sent popular fanfiction about the two of you from Cater, who laughed like a madman when you called him immediately after he sent the text, flustered and annoyed. 
Neige didn't seem to mind, even going as far as to point out the good things about even the worst things you two have been subjected to. ("The anatomy is very well done!" "Neige, it's creepy," You pouted, earning a nervous chuckle from his end.)
You wipe the remainder of his stage makeup off gently, patting his face down with one of the towels given to you by the hospital. The light mascara had smudged in the fray, not having enough time to clean his face off until just now. You gingerly wipe around his eyes and under his soft cheekbones, sighing in defeat when you notice that his long eyelashes don't even flutter at the touch. 
Of course you knew what true love's kiss was (aside from the perfume brand that Neige had modeled for a few months prior). Neige had told you the story once after being compared to the infamous Princess by a fan- a girl with an evil stepmother, stepmother orders to get her killed, she runs into the forest and finds seven dwarves, she eats a poisoned apple, the prince kisses her, they wake up, and happily ever after. 
You can't help but be skeptical of the situation, especially coming from a world where there is no such thing as magic. 
But...
Seeing the disheartened faces of Neige's roommates made your heart sink. Those boys all cared so deeply for their friend, and were so worried when they heard what had happened. You remember Dominic asking if there was anything you could do, hinting at the true love's kiss once more.
You take a breath and lean in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before slowly peeling back, watching his dark eyelashes flutter as he lets out something that sounds akin to a whimper from the back of his throat. He gasps, deep brown eyes meeting yours and lighting up as he smiles softly, raising a hand to cup your face. You hold your hand over his own before both of your phone begin buzzing incessantly, making you both jump and breaking you out of the moment. 
There you see it. A screenshot of a livestream of one of the nurses raving about Neige LeBlanche being in her hospital. And in the background...
You, very clearly, kissing him awake. 
You sigh as Neige giggles. 
"At least we don't have to worry about telling anyone!"
And so your fanbase grew.
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smoreofbabylon · 19 days
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Hey if you're still taking letter fic, can I request something from Morena to Shadowheart?
[This letter was left surreptitiously on its recipient's breakfast table, evidently during a morning call in the week before her wedding, with the intention of being discovered later. It is written in an elegant, if somewhat exuberant, hand, on cream-colored paper, and sealed with blue-green wax, stamped with the sender's signet ring.]
Darling Shadowheart,
I meant, with this letter, to gift you a necklace that belonged to my grandmother Therynna, but Gale says I ought not keep loading you down with baubles and heirlooms without ascertaining your interest in having them first, so I will content myself with describing it, and making the offer: it is white gold, with amethyst beads and a pendant pressed with the image of a seashell. I always thought it was lovely when I was a girl, but now I so rarely wear anything but gold myself, and I think it would suit you very well, so it is yours if you’d like it—but only if you’d like it.
Please forgive an old woman’s getting carried away with herself. I always wanted a daughter, and now I am getting one, and such a one—I should have done my best to like anyone Gale loved, for his sake, but I hope you know that from the moment I heard of you, I cared for you, dear girl. And without you, my dear boy is likely to have done something terribly brave and foolish, and broken my heart, and I shall never be able to thank you enough for talking some sense into him.
I would have liked to have had several more children, but I was not so fortunate as to have had that chance, in the end. I don’t know how much my son has told you regarding his father. When Gale was young, there were things I thought it better not to speak of, in order to spare his feelings. I didn’t realize what I was teaching him until this last year, when I learned just how much he has tried to spare me all these years, and now I regret that silence more than the misfortunes that came before it. I never meant to teach him anything was unspeakable, or that grief ought to be borne in silence.
By which I mean to say: I hope you will like to be my daughter, but you are not a replacement for a child I might have had, if circumstances had allowed. And I hope to be a mother to you, but I know I can never replace the parents you ought to have known. I know you have hopes of your own. And I know already you have made my son incandescently happy. Neither he nor I have ever been able to love by halves.
As for the rest of the extended Dekarios family—well, considering what you have faced already, I can’t imagine a lot of busybody cousins and aunts and such will cause you to tremble, but if they trouble you at all, I am prepared to declare war. Frankly, some of them have it coming. But I'm sure it won't be necessary. The ones with good sense will adore you, and I have plenty of stories about the ones without good sense with which to entertain and arm you.
Yours ever, Morena
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i like you : l.c
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༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !
requested by @joshuas : also! chan (svt) with a female reader and university au <3
a/n: hi ms shuawife <33 ty for requesting and also ty for the idea 😭😭 i owe u for all my chabbles (chan drabbles) ideas 💗
word count | 1.1k
pairing | lee chan (svt) x female reader
genre | fluff, university au
warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)
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“People are staring,” you comment lightly when a group of high school kids walk past your table and spare you and your date a peculiar glance. Chan looks up from his noodles as the teens head further down the street, their silhouettes merging together in the darkness, only illuminated by the occasional street lamp or neon sign.
He turns back to you and shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips when he says, “Maybe they’re just jealous I have a beautiful date.”
“Stop it,” your cheeks grow warm, “I’m not.”
“You are, though,” Chan insists. “You look…” he gestures to your outfit, a satiny dress that your roommate lent you because all your other options suddenly seemed horrific as you were getting ready, “beautiful. Not that you don’t already, obviously, you still look pretty in your normal clothes—not that this dress can’t be ‘normal clothes’—oh God, what am I saying?”
“Chan,” you interrupt gently with a smile, putting a pause to his panicked rambling, “I get what you mean. Thank you. You look really great too.” You mean it. Butterflies have been fluttering wildly in your stomach ever since he picked you up in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled up and top few buttons of his shirt undone.
The rosy flush on his cheeks spreads to the tips of his ears as he returns the smile, and your heart can’t help but thrum loudly against your ribcage at how radiant he looks when he smiles, the little scrunch of his nose, the twinkle in his eyes as he shyly runs a hand through his hair... You think you could sit here all night just admiring him. In a non-creepy way.
Chan’s next words come out much quieter as he looks down at his bowl of half-finished instant ramen. “I’m really sorry our date didn’t turn out as planned.”
“A little improvisation isn’t always bad,” you say lightly, feeling a twinge in your heart at how guilty he sounded. “Plus, I like it here, genuinely.”
Truth is, neither of you quite knew what to do for your first date. You just knew you liked the bumbling boy who sat next to you in your Modern History lecture, who asked to borrow a pen each time because he always forgot, who slid you candies whenever he noticed you were seconds from dozing off. You had a spring in your step for a week after he asked you to be his partner for your final project, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for being asked out by him.
Ultimately, he took his older friends’ advice and suggested going out for dinner at a nice place. Traditional, classic, can’t go wrong, that’s what they told him.
It’s not that something went wrong. The dressing up part was fun, but it’s when you got to the restaurant that things started feeling off. Chan was a gentleman as always, yet he felt more like a stranger on your date than when you were in your class of over a hundred people, and you knew he was freaking out over the same thing no matter how hard he tried not to show it.
So while his older friends may not agree with your decision of leaving early for instant ramen and convenience store snacks, neither of you can really bring yourself to care. The air feels so much lighter here—no judgy servers and patrons casting looks at the two awkward, out-of-place university students, and certainly no overpriced meals that really just consisted of three bites of food. (How was either of you supposed to be full from that?)
Who cares if 7-11’s plastic outdoor chairs are creaky, or if your ramen is starting to get soggy, or if your soda is losing its fizz quicker than Vernon can give up on studying for his Economics exam? You’re happy.
“You like it here?” Chan echoes in utter disbelief. “B-But this place hardly screams first date.”
“Any place can be a first-date place depending on who you’re with, though. And how much you like them.”
You don’t think you’re helping much judging by the pout that seems to have settled on his face permanently. Is it too early to think about kissing him?
“I guess…” he murmurs, “it’s just that I think… you deserve a lot better than a 7-11.”
“Honestly, I’d rather eat with you behind a dumpster than at a place where we couldn’t be ourselves.” He cocks an eyebrow at you, and you falter slightly. “Well—maybe not a dumpster, but you know what I mean.”
Chan nods timidly, still unsure.
“My point is, I don’t like you any less just because we’re at a 7-11 and not some fancy place.” He can’t help but give his full attention to you—not that he doesn’t already—as your eyes glow with fiery determination. “You can take me here again for our second date, and our third, and our fourth, and I still wouldn’t care because I like you.”
Oh, how embarrassing, you were definitely being a little too intense just now. You reckon the burning sensation that erupts across your face is what molten lava would feel like if it ever came in contact with your skin. The stunned look on Chan’s face worries you. You’ve never had an outburst quite like this one in front of him, what if this scares him off?
The fierce glint in your eyes mellows back into something more neutral as you smile sheepishly. “Sorry, I came off a bit strong, didn’t I?”
Fervently, Chan shakes his head. “No—well, maybe a little, but I appreciate it!” he adds hastily upon seeing how your face fell slightly. There’s a strong urge to reassure you that he found your mini spiel more touching than anything else, that he feels comforted knowing now you didn’t find tonight a complete bust.
“Thank you, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that because I really like you too,” you try not to smile too widely at how cute he looks with his bright pink ears, “and I’d love to take you on as many dates as you want.”
You beam sweetly, and it causes your cheeks to puff up and your twinkling eyes to curve into crescents. You’re so pretty it makes his pulse spiral out of control, soon enough he’ll feel his heartbeat all the way down to his toes. How is it only your first date and yet he’s already completely wrapped around your finger?
Chan thinks he’ll fall out of his chair when you reach across the small table to lay a gentle hand on his. Despite this, he secretly hopes you don’t let go. Your skin feels soft, if he had a little more courage he’d flip his hand around so he can intertwine your fingers.
Your eyes shyly flicker up to hold his gaze; maybe it’s just because he’s horrendously down bad, but he sees the entire universe in them.
“I’ll look forward to every single one, then.”
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Might start something new with this. Actually it came to me unexpectedly. And actually I did not saw one fic about this kind of content so bare with me on this.
It’s basically a vampire!Popia fic where he can turn into a bat. 🦇
After Dark
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The nightclub was crowded as usual, body heat radiating off of the slightly intoxicated, dancing people. Maybe it was 2 or 3 in the morning, the sun did not come out yet.
“Can we get two beers, please?” A man stepped to the bar, he was drunk and it seemed that he would not remember this night at all. As he was so intoxicated with booze. You opened two bottle of the more expensive beer, cause you knew at this point he would not even care about the money, placing it down in front of him. He thanked you and gave you a 100 dollar bill.
“Keep the change sexy.” He winked but you just smiled and pocketed the change. Better and better songs played and you could not help but dance to the music. The theme now was rock/pop and you did enjoyed the music the dj played. The bar was the heart of the club, people come and go and get their favourite drinks etc. Truth to be told, you only accepted this job cause you love music, and you can make friends rapidly. Not so many people know that you’re much more than what you’re showing. After the end of the shift around 5 am, you clean up the bar area and change into your casual clothes. Say goodbye to the security guard and step out to the light, inhale the fresh air. That’s when your stomach growled. Luckily there was a bakery on the way home, and you decided to get something from there, maybe some coffee too. As you walk down the sidewalk, people who know you greet you with a smile. But your thoughts were cut short when you approached the bakery and oh boy, when you open the door, the smell of the various delicious pastries’ smell fill your nostrils.
“Good morning (y/n). Another night shift?” Asked the boy Brian, who’s behind the register.
“Morning. Yeah it was exhausting. Anyway, I’ll take a coffee and some chocolate croissants to go.” You smiled at him and stepped to the register.
“I see, the usual, may I suggest something new?”
“What are my options?”
“Well we have freshly baked macarons, filled with delicious creamy strawberry filling, matcha filling etc. Or we have cannolies filled white cream, sprinkled with some powdered sugar. I know you have a sweet tooth.”
“They sound yummy, then I’ll have my croissants and cannoli as well.” He nods and fill a little box with two croissants and cannolies and hands it to you.
“There you go. That’ll be 7.45 dollars.” You hand him a 10 dollar and tell him he can keep the change. He thanked you and went to serve another customer. It was a short period of time to get to your house, cause it was not far away. As you were about to open the front door you hear a squeaky sound not so far away from you. Looking around you find out that there’s something in one of your perfectly cut bush, as you come closer you realise that it’s rather large, it was a bat. One of its wing was broken and it tried to wiggle it out from the grasp of the branches.
“Oh… poor baby. Don’t worry. I’ll free you, wait a minute.” You did not hesitate and ran into the house, searching for the spare cage you have. It was big enough for the bat. You grabbed some clothe and got it into the cage, to make it more comfy looking. You were fearless when it came to not usual animals, since you already owned a rat named Penelope. The bat was a little tired when you got back to it, wing barely moving, looks like it gave up on freeing itself. When it was you and the cage it tried to get free once more, but it failed.
“Don’t worry. I want to help you, and get you into this cage and after that I’ll attend to your wound. Be a good bat and stay still.” You said and the bat just rotated it’s head as he could understand what you have just said. Little by little you motioned you hand and grasped it not too tightly. It winced due to the pain but stayed still as you put it into the cage and closed it’s door.
“Phew. Little one, you were so-so good. I think I have some raw meat in there. Just for you.” You took it inside placed it into your room along with the food and coffee you got and attended to Penelope.
“Hi sweetheart. I know I missed you too.” She squeaked excitedly and took her out of the huge aquarium that you had for her. She ran up to your shoulder and poked you with her head. It was the favourite moment of coming home, knew that she’s waiting for you. You grabbed her and held it to the cage.
“Penelope meet your new friend, Uhmmm…….” You though about a good name, and when you looked up to the wall you was your favourite band’s poster.” Copia.” The bat squeaked when you said the name of the band’s front man.
“Well Penelope, meet Copia. Copia meet Penelope.” You smiled and she seemed to like Copia too, which is odd since they predator and prey, but it did not bother you. You gave Penelope some fresh veggies and fruits, adding water to her bowl. You place her into the aquarium and went to get something to eat to Copia.
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You managed to attend to the broken wing of Copia, he tried to wiggle away from you but he was too tired from all of the moving. You after placed him into the cage and he immediately fell up to the ceiling of the cage and let himself down, trying to make it comfortable. You carefully placed a piece of meat to the bowl you got for him, but he just smelled it, did not even moved.
“What’s the matter? You do not like meat?” And then you realised.” Of course, you drink blood. I dunno where I’m gonna get you.” You then started to panic a little. And remembered that there’s a butchery near your house.
“Wait for me okay? I’ll get you some. Be good boys and girls.” You left them and dressed yourself up, ran immediately to the butchery.
“Hi. Do you have blood? I mean.”
“Which type do you want miss? We have some fresh and frozen ones.”
“I’ll take a bag of fresh and 2 frozen ones.”
“Certainly Miss, here it is. It’ll be 9 dollars, would you like anything else?”
“No thank you.” You tossed the blood bags into the bag.” Goodbye.!”
“Goodbye Miss.”
When you arrived at home the first thing you see that Copia is not in the cage anymore. You panicked.
“Oh fuck. Where’d he go?” Your stress faded into thin air when you saw Copia in the aquarium with Penelope cuddling?.
“Ahh…. There you are. And you’re not hurting Penelope. Strange. But I’m glad that you two are getting along. And also how did you managed to get into?”
The bat just looked at you already listening to his name you gave him. Copia looked at you like he was adoring you.
“Never mind. You look too cute together. And even if you will be good, I’ll let you to stay with Penelope.” His little bat face lit up and squeaked happily, it made you giggle too. “Oh I got you some blood Copia. I’ll pour it into your bowl. Don’t worry I’ll place it inside so you don’t have to move.” You quickly poured some of the red liquor into his bowl and placed it in the aquarium. He left your rat’s side and started to drink the blood. And you watched him in awe, cause you never seen a bat drinking blood, heck dit not even say a bat so close. His beautiful in his own way, and you noticed that he had mismatched eyes, and they were in the middle of a black spot. Both of his eyes were surrounded by black fur. It was kind weird, but that’s what made Copia special. It kinda truly reminded him of Papa Emeritus IV.
“Aren’t you a little rockstar Copia?” His little head shot up to look at you and just stared into your eyes. Like he was surprised by your statement. He squealed happily and went back next to Penelope, who was peacefully sleeping.
“Huhh..? Weird.” You did not really paid attention after, you just wanted to eat now, cause you were hungry as hell. You sat down to your bed and unwrapped the cannolies and the croissants, sipped a little from the still warm coffee.
“Oh shoot, I should get into my pyjamas. Not like I’m going anywhere today.” You sat up from the bed and suddenly became shy. You looked over to the aquarium and saw that Copia’s little head peeked up at your words.
“Don’t look at me like that. Turn around.” His little head just moved to the left. “Good boy.” But you did not know while you undressed that the little bat was watching you. And truth to be told he liked what he saw. He wanted nothing more but to transform into Papa again and take care of your every needs, kissing you, for what you had done for him.
And it was just the beginning…
There it is….. I don’t know genuinely what to think about this. Maybe you can tell me if I should continue this.
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friendamedes · 6 months
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locked tomb fic, to be updated whenever possible.
ao3. alt.
RATED T:
the same mistake: campal slice of life, 2k.
drama in the library consumes palamedes, and camilla gives him a manicure to make up for it.
my love, i am the speed of sound: campal relationship study, 15k.
In which Camilla is upsettingly prone to injury; Palamedes experiences his first fictional crush; wounds are tended; childhood honor is defended; research is conducted; and baths are taken. (Or: a 5+1 exploration of Camilla's various scars, from Palamedes' perspective).
leftovers: corona pov campal, 4k.
Coronabeth Tridentarius observes, waits, and wants what she can't have.
hold close & snug: campal fluff, 1k.
Unfortunately, Camilla has morning plans.
intricate rituals: campal slice of life, 5.7k.
Palamedes attempts to convince Cam to pierce his ears.
the hands that beckon: cam-centric campal, 3k.
Camilla Hect takes a bath, thinks about the Warden, and has an awkward conversation with Nona.
some moments last forever: pyrrha pov musing on cam's suicidality, background campal, 3k. part one of a series.
A post-Nona no-Paul AU.
a white and soundless place: nona pov campal fluff, 2k. part two of a series.
Nona has a nightmare and seeks Camilla and Palamedes' comfort.
as in a mirror, dimly: campal, 2.5k. part three of a series.
Some time after his resurrection, Cam wakes Palamedes in the middle of the night.
grasping organ: griddlehark post-canon AU, 3.7k.
Gideon and Harrow discuss her newfound state of being (dead), the weather (rainy), and their relationship to each other (honestly, who knows).
something about mouths: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.6k.
An attempt is made.
snip snip: gideon/cam university AU, 2k.
“Uh,” she says. She traces her fingers down the curve of her own skull, brushing through her neglected undercut. It's getting way too long. “If you have time this afternoon.” “I do.” “Could you—if you’re down—” Cam quirks a single impatient eyebrow. “Shave my head?” finishes Gideon, her words running into each other anxiously. “Please?”
RATED M:
not quantum physics: campal demi4demi headcanon, 4.6k.
It becomes obvious to Palamedes that he approaches relationships differently than his cavalier. Cam entertains a lady friend. Juno hosts office hours. Internal Affairs does not yet secure their comeuppance.
introductions: reader/abigail/magnus with a healthy helping of worldbuilding, 4.8k.
Your relationship with Abigail changes. You can't help but get a little nervous.
kissing lessons: campalnona That NTN Hand Kiss But On The Mouth, 16k.
PALAMEDES SAYS A BAD WORD - NONA VISITS THE LAUNDROMAT - CAM DOES A CROSSWORD - EXPERIMENTING WITH BRAIDS - SOME KISSING - PYRRHA FINDS OUT - THE JOYS OF ICE WATER
Consensual Workplace Relationship: campal pre-canon fluff, 2.8k.
Tipsy closet makeouts. That's it. That's the fic.
put your sweet lips (on my lips): jodybeth pre-canon practice kissing, 4k.
Judith attends Coronabeth's eighteenth birthday party. Coronabeth tells her a secret, and together, they do their best to remedy her problem. Judith is repressed. Coronabeth is not.
Curtain Call: whumptober campal & campyrrha, 2k.
The Sixth's Grand Lysis goes wrong. Pyrrha Dve is left to pick up the pieces.
RATED E:
move (like grey skies): campal dom/sub, 10k.
“I have been,” says Palamedes crisply, the minute Camilla enters the apartment, “a very bad boy.” Cam spares him a side-glance, a flick of brown eyes toward him as she sets down her bag on the kitchen chair. She looks unimpressed. Her bangs are glued to her forehead with sweat; her tank top clings to her skin, soaked through the back. The line of her sports bra is clearly visible through the fabric. “All right,” she says.
taste your beating heart: campal somnophilia, 5k.
Cam is still asleep when Palamedes wakes up. He takes the opportunity to adore her.
A Titty Nature: camgideon, 1k.
Kissing, et cetera.
Standard Procedure: campal medical kink, 3k.
In the end, Cam doesn’t wear a nurse’s outfit: she borrows a white lab coat from some unspecified department, ties up her hair into a short, bobbing ponytail, and clips a pen to her breast pocket. She is wearing a pair of reading glasses that sit low on her nose—Kiana’s, Palamedes thinks, but he’s not certain. The whole of this does more to him, vis-a-vis the situation in his trousers, than he’s willing to admit.
Look At This Photograph: camgideon, 10k.
Cam's other girlfriend, a hobbyist photographer, enjoys taking erotic photos of her when she gets the chance. Gideon wants in.
C. familiaris: harrow/alecto petplay, 4k.
“Yes,” says Alecto. She speaks with a strange cadence, a sort of half-nervousness that sparks somewhere beneath Harrow’s sternum. “I have been an abomination, and I have been a human girl—I would like to be a dog.”
fearful passage: kiriona/ianthe necrophilia roleplay, drabble.
Ianthe and Kiriona play a game.
What the Doctor Ordered: campal genderfuckery, feat. transmasc pal in a femme nurse's outfit, 5k.
Palamedes gets a package.
Good Girl: tridentariicest petplay, 1k.
Coronabeth is Ianthe's big dicked bimbo puppy. Ianthe's into it.
the soft animal of your body: camnona omegaverse, 3k.
Nona goes into heat.
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xatsperesso · 10 months
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Iruma is taken
Listen!!!
I am currently working on a bonus/alternate ending that is wayyyy happier than this!! This is your only warning!! I came into this seeking violence and boy did i get what i was asking for
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Part 4/4
Part 1 part 2 part 3
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He just
Left
He left him here, all alone with demons that wanted to hurt me. Walked behind Kirio without giving even sparing me a second glance.
No, no. Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He can't be like that.
My head hurts so much. Everything feels too hot, too dry.
I close my eyes, wishing for this feeling to just go away
Sleep carries me away from all the pain, numbing my headache to a dull pounding. 
Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He's a Good one. He isn’t like that
Something is touching my hand. It’s moving my hand, waving it in the air.
I snapped my eye open and forced down the growl that wanted to escape.
Kirio was all-too-happily waving my hand in the air.
There’s a seal on my hand. (He feels warm. So uncomfortably warm, but he ignores the feeling)
Kalego-sensei appeared, and immediately checked me over, fussing and prodding, keeping note of my reaction to anything, everything. Every wince, every uncomfortable move, he was keeping note of it all, trying to know whether I got hurt anywhere (and the familiarity of the movements from whenever opera checks me over is, oddly comforting)
His chest suddenly feels lighter, relief flooding him as he sees that Kalego still cares. He wont just leave me behind. It was just a dream-
Ahem
Kirio cleared his throat, and Kalego froze. He looked contemplating, then regretful. I stomp down on the unease building up inside my chest because he’s kalego-sensei. He won’t just-
Kalego’s body started flying higher, getting away from him, before turning and moving towards Kirio. And just like his memory, Kalego left the room without looking back once.
Oh
And he’s once again alone with the doctor.
But he did look regretful! He didn’t leave until Kirio told him to-
"Well, now that they're finally that they're gone, let’s do some fun experiments!" Blood runs cold in my veins. I can feel my heart stop beating, remembering the last experiment. How it went,how it left me.
"Say, iruma, I've been wondering,” his hand moves to hold a device, his face full of glee as he points it at iruma 
Kalego-sensei,
“at what electric voltage do humans pass out?"
Please don’t leave me behind.
--
It wasn’t a one-time thing. He really hoped it was a one-time thing.
But, but he knows Kalego isn’t leaving him behind. They’re forcing him to leave. They’re forcing him to do something beyond that door.
He just doesn’t know what. He knows that Kalego is doing it against his will. He knows that Kalego doesn’t come back once he’s out of the room, so probably he keeps doing whatever they tell him to do until he turns back, and for some reason, they only summon him when Iruma’s asleep. Never when he’s awake (And he always wakes up feeling so hot, and when Kalego returns, when the ritual is broken, Iruma’s left feeling so so cold)
Today the doctor isn’t here when Kalego leaves, so Iruma left here alone with his thoughts. Wonders of what Kalego might be doing, and what he might be feeling (and if there’s a way to make him stop obeying them)
Eventually, the doctor comes, and apologizes for being a little late for their usual “science time” (he says a little late, like he was late ten minutes. It felt like he was waiting for hours)
He suddenly moves to iruma, curiosity and excitement painting his features. They always are, doesn’t matter whether scream of pain fill the room or his crisp white coat is painted in blood. He’s always smiling. Always curious.
He suddenly grabs Iruma’s arm, binds moving for the first time since his capture. A whimper of pain escapes his lips, and he tenses, unsure of what thing the doctor wants to test now (Balam-sensei’s tests were never like this. He misses Balam-sensei so much)
“How long does it take for a human bone to heal?" 
wha-?
Crack 
Nothing could have prepared him for this. Hot searing pain suddenly coursing through his body as his throat feels raw from the scream that was ripped from him.
"And different bones take different times for demons to heal back. Does yours too?" He tilts his head, feigning innocent curiosity. Iruma wants to throw up.
Crack
--
Something is wrong. Something is Very wrong.
Everything is falling apart.
It’s been two months, two devidamn months, and they still dont have the tiniest hint of Iruma’s location! Nothing works, not when he looks around that damned mansion to look for unique markings, not when they use tracking magic on Kalego before he gets summoned, not when they try to get the help of the other crowns (Baal always has a convincing reason for why they cant help them save their kid) He cant even stay with the kid for two damned minutes before they get impateint! Nothing is going according to plan.
And everytime he sees the kid, everytime he sees Iruma he has more bandages on him. At this point there’s more bandages than skin. The last time he waws summoned, his bones were fucking broken! They’re not even torturing him, they’re just tormenting him for the heck of it!
And when he confronted the assholes keeping his kid in this shithole, that this was not part of their deal, he’s only met with threats. To just shut up and continue working. Continue attacking enter place here. (deep in Kalego’s mind, he’s grateful they’ve yet to make him attack the school, or devil forbid, his students)
--
Nothing is healing properly
Everything hurt hurt h u r t s so much
Kalego doesn’t look at him, he's always out the door behind kirio
He knows they're using him. He never leaves until they signal him to (like he's some kind of pet for them to use). Every time he sees him, Kalego looks more and more distraught. He looks so tired. 
He doesn’t want his sensei to be like that. To look like that. He wants the haunted look in his eyes to go away.
Maybe, maybe sensei will leave him if he told him. Maybe it's time. Maybe he should stop hanging on to selfish, childish hope. 
He doesn’t want to hurt him more
"I've noticed you've been feeling distressed without your master~" he watches his reaction intently, excitement on his face as he waits for whatever reaction he expects Kalego to have. Kalego maintains his glare, refusing to react to his words (and ignoring the fear that floods his veins because dammit, why is he mentioning his kid?)
A moment went by, and Kirio's exaggerated pout at Kalego's lack of expression finally came, and with a sigh, he finally continued his sentence 
"And since we don't really have a use for you today, we're allowing you to stay by your master's side today" 
At first, it felt like a blessing, but now looking at the kid in front of him, he almost wishes he wasn't summoned that day.
In front of him, iruma is sitting with no bandages in sight, giving kalego full view of the horrors that hid from him
Deformed bonds, burn scars, and a chunk of flesh missing near his neck
Why?
Why him? Why his kid?
"What happened?" He whispered, the look in Iruma's eyes hurt to see.
He looks so defeated. He looks so tired.
He looks like he accepts it.
"Kirio wanted to know what I'd taste like" what? This-this makes no sense, why-?
"Sensei," something in his voice tore Kalego’s eyes from the violent wound and forced him to look into his kid's eyes. And for the first time since they were dragged into this hell, Iruma’s eyes shined with determination. It almost comforted kalego, almost gave him hope that he isn’t too late-
"I'm a human"
Oh
Oh. Oh no.
No nono this can't be, he cant have left him there, failed him for months at the hands of-fuck
He needs to fix this, he needs to help him, he needs to get him out of there right now
He's getting his kid out of there now, no. matter. what.
--
This shouldn't have happened. Kalego was supposed to not care or feel betrayed or anything
He shouldn’t have said anything. He should’ve stayed quiet. He shouldn’t have told, have burdened him with this knowledge 
He should’ve found another way to die, to free his dad
The bond is broken. He will never be able to form it again.
He refuses to let go of kalego. Baal is coming, throwing words that almost sound taunting. He can't hear a thing. Baal is almost before him. if he looks up,he'll see the spear he's holding. The same spear that pierced through Kalego’s heart.
He refuses to let go of him. He refuses to let go of kalego (he ignores the warm blood that paints him, the non-existent bond that no longer connects them, the blank, hollow eyes that no matter what he does will never look at him again)
Tears fall onto kalego, iruma pulls him closer. Something fast, strong, dangerous soars to Iruma.
Iruma never let go.
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Welp, this took longer than i expected. I hope this is what me from 4 months ago envisioned, cause at this point i dont remember what brought me here.
Uhh stay tuned for the bonus that is hopefully better than this and will hopefully post soon
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sabo-has-my-heart · 9 months
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Oh my goddddd! The Valentine fic is so cuteee! Thank you so much! I read it right the second it came out and I absolutely love it!!
How are you today? If you are still taking requests, may I ask for another fic?
Ace is a noble that turns into a thief at night (Kinda lile Robin hood) and people don't know the real identity of Thief Ace. Fem!Reader is also a noble that does not get along with noble Ace, but she is a fan of thief Ace (having a huge crush on him). Ace likes her back and is over the moon once he learns that reader like Thief Ace, but also very sad and doesn't know how reader will react when she learns about his real identity. Happy ending, please. It can be either fluff or nsfw or both :^) I just really love the romance in yohr writing.
Feel free to skip this if you are not comfortable. Have a great day!!
Damn it, you always know how to make me write something and need to put it into 2 parts! I kid, I kid, I love it, I really, truly do. They're such great ideas. Thank you for always sending them in.
Part 2: Who I Really Am
Warnings: theft, insults
Word Count: 1300
     Running across the rooftops, Ace chuckled to himself. He’d just dropped a load of cash off at various homes and orphanages. Not enough to be noticed by the guards, lest they realize and take it away, but enough to help each family. While he couldn’t do this every night, he would do it as often as possible, anything to help the people out. Having gone out to the slums before, he’d seen the suffering of those who lived below the middle district. It was something he couldn’t turn a blind eye to, so instead, he’d turned to stealing from people. But it was fine, the people he stole from always had more than enough to spare. Noble families with way too much money, merchants who flaunted their wealth like arrogant pricks, but he never hit up anybody who couldn’t afford it. He wondered if it was ironic that he, himself, was a noble. A noble stealing from nobles, actually what he did wasn’t that different from the things he’d seen other noble families do, he was just more honest about it. 
     Crawling into his bedroom window, Ace let out a soft sigh as he took off his ‘thief disguise’. A pair of beat up old, black shorts, clunky, cheap, black boots, a long black coat with red flames, a white scarf that he often pulled over his face, and an orange hat. Thief Alias: Spade, wanted all across the kingdom, dead or alive. His ‘daytime persona’? Portgas D. Ace. Adopted grandson of Marquess Monkey D. Garp, adopted brother of Sabo and Luffy. He’d been adopted after his father, a duke from another country and that country’s greatest hero, had died, asking his longtime friend and fellow ‘hero’ to take care of his son. 
     “So, who did you steal from this time?” a voice asked, startling the boy as he spun around. Stepping out from the shadows cast by his wardrobe was his blond haired brother, arms crossed and smirking.
     “Oh, Sabo. Fuck, you gotta stop doing that. Damn near gave me a heart attack. Nobody special, well, I mean, as a noble, they think they’re special, but nobody we ever care about.” Ace said, hiding his outfit in a secret drawer under his wardrobe. 
     “Great, but we have a party tomorrow, remember? This cuts into your sleep and I’m not covering for you again.” Sabo scolded. He didn’t mind Ace going out, what he minded was constantly being responsible for his brother. Despite being the ‘responsible brother’, he’d rather be stealing from nobles like Ace did. Thinking about it for a moment, Ace’s eyes lit up.
     “It’s Y/n’s party! She’s finally 18 so her parents are throwing her a coming of age ball!” Ace said excitedly. He’d had a crush on you for ages despite how often you turned him away, this party was his chance to impress both you and your parents. No one really knew why, but your parents had decided to wait a year on your coming-of-age ball, but he didn’t mind so long as he had a shot at you. If he could impress you, you’d let him court you, if he could impress your parents, they wouldn’t interfere.
     Smoothing out your dress, you took a deep breath. It was a fairly simple dress, but then, despite the kind of party, you’d wanted it to be. You wanted something that would make you look gorgeous, but not like all the other noble girls who always wore ostentatious dresses. Spade would never go for a girl like them, they were too stuck up and interested in their wealth, he’d probably be more interested in someone more low-key. Admittedly, it was still a dress befitting someone of your rank, but for a young noblewoman, it was rather ‘plain and uninteresting’. No large petticoats, no gemstones adorning the netting or waist, and no puffy sleeves. Sleek, simple, but gorgeous. You’d stand out from all the girls wearing large ball gowns while still looking stunning. Even your jewelry was simple. No large, complex necklaces, no giant earrings, and no stupid coming-of-age tiaras. Simple and elegant. Enough to catch Spade’s eye while not making him roll his eyes. Did you think he would stop by? No, not with so many people here, but maybe he’d peek in to see what was going on. 
     Standing in the crowded room, Ace eagerly awaited your entrance, his head perking up when he heard them announcing your presence. You looked more stunning than ever. Like elegance personified. Part of him had expected a poofy dress that wouldn’t look good on you with pounds of jewelry and make up to make you look as ‘beautiful as possible’ but would only serve to hide your true beauty. This… this made his heart stop. An elegant, streamline dress with simple gloves, a simple necklace with only a few stones, small, elegant, silver earrings, and dainty, yet ‘understated’ heels. Your hair was pulled up into a half ponytail and slightly curled, framing your face perfectly, and your make-up was surprisingly minimal. He couldn’t do this. You were too beautiful, too stunning, there was no way he could ask an absolute goddess like you to dance, to even approach you! Even still, he couldn’t let another guy have you. Swallowing hard, he wiped his hands on his suit and nervously walked up to you. 
     “C-care to dance?” Ace asked, hoping you didn’t notice the way his words were stuttered and broken up. 
     Staring at his hand, you sighed. Portgas D. Ace, another noble boy. While you weren’t particularly fond of most noblemen, you had a particular dislike of this one. Always bothering you, inviting himself to your tea time and helping himself to your snacks, coming and talking to you every time he saw you, even if it was clear you didn’t want to talk to him, and always, always, showing off! Still, it would be rude not to accept and his family was one you’d rather not spurn. Gently placing your hand in his, you let him lead you to the dance floor, the boy grinning like the idiot he was. Thinking for a moment, you grinned, you had just the thing to drive him off!
     “So, Ace, have you heard about the latest sighting of Spade?” you asked, watching a strange expression flash across his face for a split second.
     “Eh, only vaguely, I hear he’s causing more trouble for the other noble families.” he said with a small shrug as if he wasn’t interested.
     “Well, I mean, that is what he does, but I mean have you actually heard about him?” you pushed, watching as he shook his head no.
     “Nah, he’s not important enough to keep tabs on.” Ace lied. Okay, he knew exactly what ‘Spade’ was up to, but he had to play the part of an uncaring, stuffy noble.
     “Not important enough? Are you serious? Not only is he stealing from people like you and I but he’s the hottest topic in all of the social circles and my personal favorite.” you said, huffing slightly. It figured Ace wouldn’t like Spade, Spade probably stole all of Ace’s spotlight. Ace swore his heart entered his throat and stopped! You were a fan of Spade’s? You were his fan?!
     “A-are you sure?” Ace managed to force out, his voice wavering. It couldn’t be, the woman of his dreams was a fan of his? You liked what he did? You… would it be alright to say that you had a crush on him?!
     “Of course I’m sure! Spade is the most amazing guy in the kingdom and nothing anybody says can convince me otherwise!” you snapped slightly. You were serious, you weren’t putting on a show to drive him away, you actually liked Spade. Ace’s heart pounded now more than ever.
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yumejo · 10 months
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I have this old lilimana thoughts I always wanted to share but couldn't. I was too shy;;
There's this old Filipino courting tradition called Harana, it's about a man who'd sing underneath a girl's window/balcony at night to court them. I thought it would be cute if Lilia does it to Mana with the rest of Diasomnia as his wingman🩷
this made me so happy!! 😭 thank you for thinking of me and lilimana... it fits them perfectly!! it was really, really sweet; i couldn't help but write myself something..!
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lissome fingers sewed stitches into a new outfit, one that grim had implored for, as mana listened to the crepitating fire and the aforementioned beast's snores emitting behind her; the hour well past bedtime.
tap, tap, tap!
mana's concentration was ruptured as a noise resounded throughout the room, her blue eyes trailing to the window and espying a pitch-black bat bonking its precious little head against the pane.
"hm?" startled by the critter, mana dropped her needle and thread and padded over to the window; unlocking the latch and prying the glass apart. "lilia-san?!"
down below the newly repaired balcony was lilia—with the three children he considered family suspended behind his short frame. the sight alone has mana's heart fluttering, hearts emerging from the depths of her eyes.
"did we interrupt your sewing, my little thimble?" lilia inquired, albeit the simper curved on his lips was indubitably unapologetic. "do you think you could spare me a moment of your night? i have a gift for you♪"
mana's gaze shifted over to the diasomnia boys, and how they each retained an instrument in their possession. silver and sebek have various instruments mana remembered seeing in lilia's room before, and malleus has his violin—and that along is enough information for her to surmise what her beloved has planned.
tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, mana sheepishly leaned against the balcony's railing as she smiled down at them, "for you, i do."
and truthfully, she expected the music to be as chaotic as the light music club's performances—but she's pleasantly surprised as malleus' bow begins to slide along the strings, a dulcet sound pulsing through the night air. silver and sebek's instruments gradually begin to coalesce into the soothing melody, highlighting the grace of malleus' playing.
the three of them continue to play, and mana felt lilia's eyes fixated on her; as if observing her reaction, his entity radiating a rhapsody of joy and excitement.
lilia was content knowing she's enjoying herself; that they had enraptured her and monopolized her attention completely.
mana found her breath being thieved from her lungs the moment lilia's guitar pick thrummed with his own strings, and the mellifluous sound of his singing voice echoed afterwards.
"even if your hand, your voice, and your afterimage fade; i am here—please let this message reach you~♪~♪"
finding her legs growing weak, quivering from the white-hot ache imbuing itself in the crevice of her chest, mana rested her weight forward onto the railings further. 'how beautiful...' she thought, overwhelmingly emotional, 'lilia-san, and everyone...'
"for it won't be long before i find you, keep the way home in your eyes; someday everything will return to the way it once was~♪~♪"
those lyrics evoked a tender yearning from within mana, her dewy-eyed expression shining as she kept her own gaze riveted onto how lilia's body swayed.
as the song's culmination came and went, the euphonious tune simmering down into steady, gradual beats, mana clapped and cheered. "that was wonderful-!" she effusively praised, giggling as the boys behind lilia all flushed.
even if she didn't understand the reasonings behind the sudden serenade, mana loved every second of it.
"kufufu, did you enjoy our performance?" lilia called up to her in congruence with a swarm of bats accumulating around him—and in an instant, he was fluttering right beside her; his body nestling down atop the railing as a hand reached out to cup her cheek. "i wanted to surprise you. i learned of this tradition on my many travels; isn't it perfect for showing my love to you?"
an airy laugh overflowed from mana's lips as she nodded her head, agreeing, "it is. why not let me sew you a new outfit next time you wish to show me a song?"
"does that mean you'll accept my affections?" lilia teased her adoringly, the devoted gleam sparkling in his eyes enchanting.
overlaying her hand overtop of his, mana avowed, "always, lilia-san."
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Prompt: 22. Slipping & Sliding
Characters: Young!Snape and Young!Muggle!OC
POV: First, OC
Setting: Cockesworth
A/N: Last night I was up late to write this piece, getting it ready to be posted and everything because I knew today would be incredibly stressful and I needed to write two fics today since we are to leave for my hometown tomorrow.
Well, I'm not gonna finish RICKMAS 2022 on time. This is the last fic during the time of this event, maybe I'll write prompt 23 & 24 in the future but I cannot write them right now. Like I said, I went to bed stressed af but pleased with my efforts knowing I'd just have to write two fics in whatever spare time I could find tomorrow even if they would be super short. But today I woke up to a text from my mom letting me know grandpa has died during the night. One of my absolute favourite people in the world who has always been incredibly important to me, that I was going to see tomorrow and celebrate Christmas with… and now he's gone. I have not been able to function today, and I won't for a while. My heart fucking hurts.
I hope you can understand why I can't write at this time, and I will not be replying to comments for a while either because I cannot muster the enthusiasm or energy needed to do your comments justice. Thank you for joining RICKMAS this year, sorry I can't finish it on time.
Tags/TW’s:Friendship, Sledding Accident (no harm), Grumpy/Sunshine (platonic)
Word Count: 1.5k+
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I never quite understood him. He never played with us. Always off to the side, never joining in. And he was, odd… His clothes were tattered and never the right size, his body strangely gangly and his face almost sunken in. I never saw him smile either.
“Mummy,” I said and tugged on mum’s jacket, “can I ask him to play?” Mum locked towards the young boy, my age probably. “That’s the Snape boy,” she said in a low tone. “Don’t you go making friends with his sort,” she continued before turning back to the other mums to continue talking about grown-up stuff I paid no attention to, gas prices weren’t anything I understood anyway. He looks lonely… That’s not fair when there’s so many of us here.
I grabbed the folded wax cloth mum had brought along with my sledge and trudged over to him in the deep snow. He was quite far off from the rest of us, sitting in the snow by a tree. He looked like a black dot among all the white. Quite different to my colourful appearance, my pink jacket almost shining in the sunshine reflected by the snow and I loved my yellow mittens with a matching hat, my purple scarf flapping about and my rainbow-coloured winter boots were probably my favourite thing about it all.
“Hi,” I said as I had nearly gotten all the way to the boy. “D’you wanna play?” I asked and stopped a step or two away from his feet. His shoes looked really cold to wear for the weather. “No.” He sounded like an absolute sulk, his voice slightly darker than I had thought. “Why not? We can use my—” “No, go away,” he interrupted but I had three older brothers who all loved me super much and were always constantly annoyed by my presence at the same time so it actually didn’t bother me at all.
“You know, you won’t make friends like that,” I said and plopped myself down next to him. Not feeling the cold snow with my thick winter pants on. “I’m not trying to, am I?” he snarked and half turned away from me. “Everyone wants friends, it’s more fun to play with others.” “I don’t play.” “Why not? You’re a kid like me, we should play.” “I’m not a kid,” he muttered again. “How old are you then?” “I’m twelve,” he grumbled and I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look it. I’m Sarah by the way, and I’m almost nine.” “Go, away,” he said but I wasn’t having it. He looked like he could use some fun. Why would he be there if he didn’t want to have fun? All the kids came to the slope to play.
“I’ll go away if you go down the slope with me once,” I said while standing up. “Or I can bother you all day, I have brothers, I know how to be reaaaaaaally annoying, you know.” His head jerked around at that and I beamed at him, his face told me everything. “Fine,” he grumbled and got up, suddenly turning quite tall and even more spindly. But, it felt like he wasn’t too annoyed with me despite the way he talked or looked. If I was right or not I didn’t know.
“Come on then,” I said and folded out the wax cloth big enough for four people to ride on at the same time. Dad had even stroked it with a candle before we headed out so it would really go fast. “One ride, and then you go away,” he said and I nodded. “Sure, sure, get on new friend,” I said and patted behind me. He rolled his eyes but sat down. “It’s Severus,” he said. “That’s the strangest name I’ve ever heard,” I replied, “but I like it. Now let’s slide!” I laughed and grabbed the edges of the cloth, pulling it up over my legs so it wouldn’t slip out under us while Severus placed his hands on my shoulders, barely holding on to me.
We scooted forward, towards the edge of the slope and then off we went, slipping and sliding down on the already flattened snow perfect for high speed. I shrieked and laughed as we picked up speed, feeling Severus’s hands tense atop my shoulders while I leaned back a bit. “Woho!” I shouted as we reached the steepest part and we swished ahead towards the end.
When we finally slowed down I was giggling too much, it was just so much fun to go sledging when you did it with friends. “Fun, innit?” I asked while looking over my shoulder with a wide grin. But Severus wasn’t smiling. His black hair was a complete mess around his face. “I rode with you, now leave me be,” he said in a dreary tone and I actually sulked a bit myself. I did say I would… Well, I tried at least… Perhaps Andrew wants to ride with me? “Fair enough, thanks for riding with me, Severus,” I said as we clamoured off the wax cloth. “Sure,” he muttered and began trudging up the hill.
I followed behind, dragging the cloth up behind me — good thing it didn’t weigh anything. A little ways away the other kids were going hard with their sledging thing of choice. Some had a snowball fight and others were building snowmen, even a snow horse.
“You know, you should play with us more,” I huffed out while we were getting to the steep part. “No thanks,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “I don’t get it, why are you so sulky? It’s soon Christmas and there’s snow, and—” “None of your business,” he interrupted but he pulled up his shoulders, it almost looked like was sad. “Don’t you like friends? And having fun?” “Friends only turn on you, so no, I do-ooOO—!” His arms flailed out as he slipped on a spot of ice, he stumbled back and slammed into me, sending me back, tripping over the cloth and toppling over.
I began sliding backwards while I saw Severus rolling over a few times. The shove he’d given me sent me flying down the hill on my back. I tried to turn around, reaching to grab at the ground but my mittens couldn’t get a hold of anything. “Severus!” I screamed out as I began to spin, faster and faster, while heading towards the tree line with too much speed. I shrieked as I stopped spinning, my feet towards the trees and my eyes fixed on Severus who looked with horror towards me.
He pulled something out of his jacket, his lips moved but I couldn’t hear anything but the snow under me as I hit a bump the bigger boys had built to snowboard over. I cinched my eyes shut as I flew up into the air, holding my breath for the impact I knew would hurt.
But I never hit the ground. I landed softly in the powdery snow just at the tree line — panting and heaving while my heart ran wild like a goose being chased. “What-, how-,” I stuttered as I shook my head only to see Severus bolting towards me. “Sarah! Are you hurt?” he called before stopping right before me, slipping something back inside of his jacket.
“How-? What happened? I just stopped? Mid-air? I was-, I flew and then-, what happened?” I asked, looking all around to find some explanation but nobody even looked our way. So I looked back at Severus who exhaled harshly before reaching his ungloved hand out to me. “I don’t know,” he said but that was a lie. “You saw, you know, what did you do? I saw you,” I continued while grabbing his hand.
Severus pulled me up but didn’t look at me. “You stopped me, you saved me, how did you do it?” I insisted, being as adamant (annoyingly questioning) as I could. After all, I had practised a lot with my brothers. “Let it go, you’re alright. That’s all that matter,” he muttered but I grabbed his coat and gave him a big, hard hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said. “It was my fault, I fell into you,” he said and I peered up at him. “But you stopped it, somehow, that’s amazing!” I said. “It’s just mag-, if you say so.” “It’s what? What did you say it was?” I asked, latching on to the interrupted word while still hugging him. He was a head taller than me.
“Nothing,” he muttered. “You’re special, aren’t you?” I asked with a grin. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re special and you saved me,” I insisted in a manner only a little sister could. “Get off, Sarah,” he said and pushed at my shoulders. “When you tell me how you saved me,” I beamed in return. “I can’t tell you that, it’s not allowed,” he said while looking at anything but me. “I won’t tell, I’m really good at keeping secrets.” “No, I can’t, it’s not allowed.” “Fine,” I muttered and let go of him. “But we’re riding at least ten more times because you won’t tell me, and it was your fault I was sliding like that.” I’ll make you my friend, I’m very tenacious, Severus, I thought to myself.
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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years
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Untitled Part 7
Warnings: pure Draken fluff <3
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"Hey Angel,
Due to your injury you'll be laid off of your gang duties for a few days. Draken will be looking after you, I gave him my spare keys. He'll be over after our meeting with Valhalla. Please rest I want you back by my side as soon as possible.
Your nuisance.
P.s: thank you for last night ❤"
I smiled to myself as I read the note then I pinned it above my bed next to the small note Draken left me the last time he was over. I smiled at the notes then I look at the third note which was a quick cat sketch from Baji and the words "smile bitch" scribbled next to it. I let out a small sigh really wanting to message him, to see if he is even still alive but I know it's probably not a good idea so I just slump back down on my bed and just stare at the floor, that is until I hear keys rustling in my front door. Thought it's probably Draken I stay high alert and grab my bat and hide behind the wall in the corridor.
I hear heavy boots hitting the floor, confirming one thing; it's more than likely not an intruder as I doubt they'd be respectful enough to take their shoes off. I mean who goes breaking in in their socks? I peak out from behind the wall and I feel myself relax as I spot Draken's black and white shirt. Seriously what's with this dude and monochrome geometric stuff? 
"Hey Kenny" I greet him with a smile and he just forces one on his face as he gives me a small wave, I can tell, something was wrong. "What's up Kenny boy?" I try to keep it light hearted but as he stays quiet I start to get a very uneasy feeling. "Ryuguji?" 
"Mikey is a fucking idiot..." he says clenching his fist and I notice the bruise under his eye. Did they fight again? 
"I mean we know that" I chuckle then sigh. "Alright, what has he done this time?" 
"He made a deal with Valhalla..." he says and my stomach drops. 
"Oh god...what did he do?" I sigh then wrap my arms around Draken's arm and walk to the sofa with him but as I start walking he just picks me up then walks over to the sofa then sits down with me in his lap and just sits there caressing my waist in silence. "Ken... what's going on?" 
"Valhalla said if they won Mikey can keep Toman if he hands you over..." he says shaking his head and I start to get a weird feeling and gently nudge him to continue. "He is so damn arrogant and sure of victory that he agreed..." he says in a serious tone then looks up at me. 
"He agreed...?" I ask almost shocked. I always knew Mikey was cocky but he usually didn't put other's people life at line. "We must win then, right?" but he just stays quiet. 
"I thought so too until we had the meeting, I've seen their men... Not enough they double in numbers but they're also older than us and pretty strong, I'm not gonna lie, us winning has a thin chance even with the Invincible Mikey on our side... after losing Baji too, we're weakened and no way we gonna put you in front line-" but I cut him off.
"I'm going to fight. I am one of the founding members of Toman and I am tired of not doing anything. We're not talking about some petty gang fight but the future of Toman. I am going. Like it or not" I say in a serious tone. 
Draken just growls then sighs as he looks at me. "You're one stubborn bitch, you know that?" he says then pulls me on his chest and hugs me tight. "I won't let anything happen to you. The captains and I all agreed we will not hand you over and get you out of the country"
"No" I cut him off once again in a very serious tone. "We're Toman and we honour our words, if we lose I have no choice but to obey and join Valhalla but I tell you this, if we going to lose I will beat up Mikey myself"
"I'll help you with that..." he growls then sigh. "Anyway, after the meeting we had a big fight when we got back to the shrine, punch here a kick there and I just left before I beaten him to a pulp" 
I sigh and shake my head as I caress his cheek. "It will be fine, I promise" I smile softly. We have Baji as our inside man, no way Baji would really betray us. We're gonna win. I know. 
"You're always too optimistic" he sighs and pats my leg. 
"Well someone needs to be with you assholes charging into fights without thinking" I chuckle that cause him to finally smile and let out a small chuckle too. 
"Mikey was right, you really are our heart" he smiles and caresses my cheek then rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. We stay like that for a couple of minutes then he pulls away, enough to look at me. "How is your leg?" 
"It's better, how's my girl?" I cock a brow as I look at him but the sudden change in his mood tells me, not good. 
"I'm sorry" he shakes his head. "Though it wasn't a big crash the tree damaged her enough that even I can't fix it. I'm sorry Angel"
"Oh..." that's all I say as I look down. I feel like my whole world crumble around me. I had that bike for over ten years, Shini fixed it up specifically for me and I never rode anything else but her. 
"I'm sorry" Ken repeats himself quietly and I just fake a laugh. 
"It's just a bike, right?" I force a chuckle. "Just a bike..." I keep the force chuckle but seconds later in turns into crying as I cling onto him burying my face in his shoulders and just sob. That was it. I couldn't hold it any longer, all that built up pain I carried the past few days reached its tipping point. 
Draken just held me tight against him and let me just sob until I could no longer make a sound, just clung to him silently as tears were falling from my eyes. Once my tears dried up I just sat in his lap curled up to him just sitting there in silence. I didn't know what to say, my brain couldn't focus on idle conversation and he knew this; he just held me and silently comforted me and in that moment that's all I needed; being safe in the arms of someone I trust with all my life. 
"How about a date?" he suddenly speaks up and I give him a surprised look. "Hey! Don't give me that look like I never asked you" he rolls his eyes then smiles. "Mikey had you the past couple of days so it's my time to have you" 
"He did kind of expropriated me" I chuckle then bite my lip. "But Kenny... come on. I look like shit" I frown. "Plus I need to rest apparently" I roll my eyes. 
"First of all, you never look shit, second, who said we had to go anywhere?" a grin appears on his face. "We can put on a movie and I can cook something for you, then I can camper you more, do your hair, paint your nails, whatever my princess would like" he smiles softly and for the first time in ages I actually starts blushing. 
"Can I just marry you already, Ken?" I chuckle then I grab his face and give him a big smooch which makes him let out a small laugh.
"Yes, but let's keep it a secret from Mikey or he'll throw a tantrum" he winks at me earning a chuckle. "Alright, you pick a movie and I see what you have at home" he smiles then gently lifts me out of his lap and putting me on the couch. 
Draken kept his word and after looking at my resources he decided from what limited things I had to make some yakisoba. Surprisingly he is a very good cook and the yakisoba was delicious. After we ate he did the dishes then looted through my very limited nail polish collection and picked out yellow, god knows why. 
"Ken, is that the best you found?" I chuckle as I pick up the nail polish and look at it. 
"Not like you have a big collection" he frowns. "You want a different colour, princess?" 
I shake my head. "Yellow's good" I smile then I take my socks off and place my legs in his lap. 
After he put on the toe separators -with a great struggle- he started painting my toenails and I couldn't help but just smile as I watched him. The way he stuck the tip of tongue out focusing on being as clean and even as possible was just too cute. I can't help but take a picture, then he just flips me off with a chuckle. 
Draken was the ace in the hole of Toman, after Mikey he was the second strongest, everyone knew to stay put when he was around. He was the level headed vice commander, always by Mikey's side, being his voice of reason. A strong, charismatic man, but when we were alone he let his guard down and shown me a whole different side  of him. He spoke softly and became extremely gentle. He has a very big heart and he was not afraid to show that to me, I seen a side of Draken that no one else did, maybe that's why I fell in love with him... as well.
When it comes to Mikey and Draken I could never be able to chose, I love both of them. Each of them for their own qualities and I wouldn't be able to exist without either of them. Ever since we started this... whatever this is what we have going on, -friends with benefits, I guess?- I decided no matter what I won't catch feelings... I didn't know how hard it would be trying not to fall for either for them but it happened, when I realized I swore I won't ever confess, our friendship worth so much more than my feelings. I am scared of losing either of them, also don't want anything to stand between them. It would all just lead to unnecessary conflicts and stress and no one needs that. We're happy the way we are and that's all that matters. Still. I often wonder how the future will be? 
Letting them go will be extremely hard. 
"Ang? Angel? Stinkface?" suddenly Draken's voice dragged me out of my thoughts. 
"Hmm? Sorry I wasn't listening" I gave him a forced smile and he saw right straight through me. 
"What's on your mind, princess? You know you can tell me anything" he says in a changed tone; it's a soft and reassuring tone and I just sigh. I want to tell him, I really do... but I can't. 
"Promise me we won't ever lose contact" I say in a more serious tone as I look at him and utter confusion appears on his face.
"Maya.. what's going on?" his voice is serious and worried as he leans closer.
I shake my head and sigh. "Nothing, I'm sorry" I chuckle embarrassed. "I just hope this will never end"
"This?" he cocks a brow then somehow he figures it out. "Us?" I can't bring myself to answer so I just nod. He carefully puts my leg down and pulls me closer to him. "If it's up to me it won't. I'm sure one day you'll find someone or settle down with Mikey, who knows. All I know as for now, I'd like to keep you as mine as I can" he says as he caresses my cheek. "You're so much more than just a whore to me. I love you. You probably don't feel the same way, and I feel fucking dumb to even say it but-" he says with an awkward chuckle but I just up his face and give him a soft kiss. 
"I do" that's all I say and he gives a look of shock and I can't help but starts laughing. "Is it really that shocking?" I chuckle.
"Yes? I think... I  don't know" he chuckles and I can see it on his face he is still trying to process all of this. "I honestly thought you'd love Mikey" he admits and his cheek starts to turn pink. 
"Also do" I say with a chuckle and his face goes back to confusion.
"I am confused" he admits and I just shake my head. 
"I love both of you. Like LOVE love, you" I say then caress his cheek. "If I could, I just happily  would live the rest of my life with you two" I admit with a bittersweet chuckle. "How selfish of me..." 
"It's not selfish" he smiles then caresses my cheek. "But let's this kept between us, okay? And let it not change whatever it is we have,  alright? I don't know how Mikey would react, we all know how possessive he is and it could lead to a big conflict because I doubt he would care how anyone feels when he already looks at you as his" Draken sighs and shakes his head. 
"I was thinking the same. Things are perfect just the way they are and I want to keep it that way" I say as I look at him then a grin appears on his face.
"So you love me, huh?" he grins then nudges me.
"Give me a sec, I think I changed my mind" I playfully frown and he just gives me an offended look then playfully tackles me onto the sofa with a laugh then gives me a long kiss. 
"What do you want Ryuguji?" I chuckle into his lips before pecking them softly. 
"To spend the rest of my life with you, princess" he whispers into my lips then gives me another kiss, but letting this one linger. I close my eyes and just lean into his kiss and getting lost in the moment for a few seconds.
"What if we really would spend our life together?" I ask curiously as I look at him with a smile. 
"Definitely have at least two rugrats running around" he grins then moves himself beside me and wrap his arms around me. "Let's see, I'd have my own bike shop, our son would always be helping me, while our girl would always be with mommy. She'd be a very fierce little thing, and hot headed" he adds with a grin then chuckles. 
"And our son would be VERY stubborn" I wink at him then he chuckles tickles my sides making me let out a squeak. "Do you think you really could control two spawns? Our spawns?" I cock a brow and laugh. 
"You're forgetting I spend everyday with Mikey..." he says and I just break out in a laughter and he joins too. "He'd kill me hearing me say this" he laughs. 
"Not like you're wrong" I chuckle and shake my head. "So if we'd have kids that means you married me?" I bite my lip.
"Of course" he grins. "Mitsuya would be designing and making your dress and you'd look like a queen. I'd stand there, looking at you mesmerised trying to figure out how the fuck did I get so luck to score such a babe" he winks at me then kisses my forehead. 
"You'll look so handsome in a suit. I'd be wondering if I'm dreaming to have such an amazing... and hot guy wanting to marry me" I giggle softly. 
"We'd be one hot couple" he shows me an another grin then lets out a soft sigh and closes his eyes. "I'd marry you in a heart beat" he says softly then slowly opens his eyes and turns towards me. He takes my chin between his thumb and index finger and lifts my head gently then presses a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you" he he whispers as he rests his forehead against mine and just looks into my eyes. 
"I love you too" I reply softly and allow myself to get lost in his obsidian eyes and for a moment, everything cease to exist.
No Toman.
No war. 
Just... him.
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