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yuueee · 3 years

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𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 fire lord! zuko x fire lady! reader

authors note: Firstly I just want to apologize for the hiatus, I want to be more active from now on! I’m starting finals next week so I’ll thankfully be done with this semester soon and will also have more time to write. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! I also want to apologize if Zuko is ooc here.

requests:

First of all, your tumblr looks sooooo cool! I’m looking forward to reading all of your future work! Imagine this: Zuko is annoyed by people constantly asking him about a future heir, but when one day his friends also start to ask, and even his uncle and his own mother join the baby fever train, it’s too much for him so he complains about it to his wife who only reassures him with her lovely self and her understanding smiles, not telling him yet that she is in fact pregnant. What do you think ?

Can you write an imagine with zuko who is clearly, utterly and soooo obviously in love with the reader (outgoing, courageous, loving) and maybe with the prompt “So you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?” Thank you a lot! ^^

As the current Fire Lord and Lady, it wasn’t uncommon for the citizens of the Fire Nation to be deeply invested in your relationship - it was to be expected especially due to the uncommon nature of your union. What you weren’t expecting were Zuko’s close friends and relatives being wrapped up in your business as well. Being outside of team avatar, you were naturally more welcoming to his friend's constant questioning, but Zuko on the other hand was not. He couldn’t understand why they cared so much all of the sudden. They hadn’t been as interested when he was in a relationship with Mai - so why did they care so much now?

It wasn’t as if you weren’t getting along with his friends or family - you got along with them quite well and were very loved by them in fact. Outside of them though, you weren’t always as welcomed, unfortunately, the Fire Nation was still coming to terms with having the daughter of an Earth Kingdom General as their Fire Lady. The arranged marriage was put in place to solve several different ‘problems’. After Zuko broke up with Mai several years ago, he hadn’t begun dating anyone else due to being so busy but he’d eventually be expected to have an heir in the next coming years.

Although they had gotten better, tensions among the Earth Kingdom Colonies were still high and both sides were having difficulty keeping them under control. Eventually, an agreement was made for the daughter of a high-ranking Earth Kingdom General to marry Zuko - that daughter being yourself. Arranged marriages certainly weren’t unheard of in either nation - but a union of this sort was definitely unique.

Though he certainly wasn’t thrilled about it, Zuko understood that it was for the good of the people - and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway. Even with his position as the recently crowned Fire Lord there still wasn’t much he could do.

On the other hand, you understandably had some issues coming to terms with your new situation at first. Despite being known by those around you as friendly and just a joy, in general, to be around - the woman Zuko had first met was quite the opposite. He could recall it like it was yesterday. Though it was awkward and stressful at the time, he now considered it to be the best day of his life.

“She’s in there.” A female servant whispered to the young man quietly, as if she didn’t want to speak loud enough for you to hear from your place at the balcony.

“Thanks,” he replied with a soft smile, bidding the elderly woman goodbye as she shuffled down the hallway. Turning towards you he was faced with a warm tropical breeze. His advisors had arranged for the two of you to meet a couple of weeks before that dreaded day, and for some reason, they thought Ember Island was the appropriate place. A combination of anxiety and general distaste for being on the island was causing him to be quite stressed - which led him to be more awkward than usual.

“Um, hello?” he spoke up faintly, as if not to startle you. He was sure you heard him come in, but you hadn’t turned around since he entered the small room. You stood several feet away with your hands placed on the railing, your [hair-texture] locks sifting gently with each gust of wind along with your predominantly red clothing. It was against what you had wanted to wear that day but it didn’t seem as if you had much a say in anything going on in your life recently.

You understood that doing this would be for the greater good of the Earth Kingdom and that your situation could technically be worse. You could have been married off to some old creep - but if you were being honest with yourself being married to the Fire Lord sounded just as bad. As you turned around though, you were surprised at the face you were met with.

He had a much younger face than you had expected, but the slight hollowness of his cheeks and the worry lines on his forehead told you that he had experienced things beyond his years. He also happened to be quite handsome - not that you wanted to admit it though. You had been bent on hating him ever since your father told you who you’d be wedding.

He was the leader of the Fire Nation, of course, you would hate him! The country that has had a century-long reign of terror on the world - and now you found yourself engaged to their leader. What had you done so wrong in your life to deserve this?

As much as you wanted to plan on running away the first chance you got, you knew deep inside that it would only cause tensions to increase and more issues to arise. You wanted the best for the residents of the Earth Kingdom, so you agreed to go through with it, but did so resentfully - which you had every right to feel that way.

But as you glared up at the young male next to you and tried to keep your attention off of the scar over his left eye - you couldn’t help but wonder what if this was the man who joined the avatar in defeating the Fire Lord? He wasn’t what you expected at all. Standing in full armor with his hair holding the fire nation insignia in a top knot - he looked awkward and out of place. You almost felt bad for him - keyword is almost.

“What do you need Fire Lord?” you questioned him, turning your gaze back to the rushing waters of the ocean.

“Um,” he faltered slightly, probably not anticipating your response. “I just wanted to introduce myself-“

“I know who you are.” you brushed him off, turning around and walking towards him - grabbing his collar and pulling him to your height. “We might be getting married but if you think for a second I will ever be nice to you, you are sadly mistaken.” you hissed at him before letting him go and walking out of the door.

Zuko couldn’t recall how long he stood there watching your form leave, all he remembered was standing there like an idiot with a red face. He hadn’t expected you to like him of course but he surely wasn’t expecting that.

As he reminisced on memories long ago while sipping his Uncle’s tea, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his features. As stated earlier, It may have been an unpleasant memory back then but now he considered the day he met you to be the best day of his life. Though your relationship had surely faired through many complications for a while in the beginning - surprisingly, you became fond of Zuko over the years.

It was certainly a long time coming but that strange friendship you two shared eventually evolved into love against all odds. That didn’t mean you weren’t constantly giving him an ear full (as you should tbh) your first months together. But as time progressed and you learned that he may not have been the evil prince that you had heard so much about, at least not anymore.

He wasn’t that same angsty teenager he had been years ago looking for the avatar, he was now a young adult growing quite well into the position of the Fire Lord - which was no easy feat. Taking another sip of tea, he watched his Uncle and Mother come to take a seat with him.

“How is it, Nephew?” His Uncle asked with a mischievous grin and a raise of two bushy eyebrows - albeit already knowing the answer.

“It’s great as always Uncle,” Zuko responded with a small smile, his Uncle's expression making him just a bit concerned, causing his Mother to chuckle. Though she had gained a few wrinkles over the past couple of years, she was still as radiant as she had been in her youth. She was also much happier being able to live with the family she had been apart from for many years without fearing Ozai’s intervention. It came with a price though - it seemed as if her relationship with her estranged daughter who was now on the run would never be resolved. She never lost hope though.

“Zuko,” his mother began speaking, catching the young Fire Lord’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows. “When are you going to give me a grandchild?” She asked teasingly, eager to see his reaction. In turn, her son had barely kept himself from spitting out the mouthful of tea.

“Why do you ask that?” He choked out in between a series of coughs with Iroh patting his back gently.

“You haven’t?” She asked in between chuckles, noticing how her son got bewildered at the mention of having children of his own. “You know you’ll eventually have to have an heir at some point right?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it... but Y/N and I are just really busy.” He thought aloud, wishing he could run a hand through his hair - but was unable to since it was pinned in a top knot.

“Zuko, you never know when you’ll get this time of peace again. What better time to raise a child?” Iroh reassured, wiggling his eyebrows. Letting out a groan, the young Fire Lord attempted to mentally prepare himself to go through this same conversation every time he visited his family.

Over the next couple of weeks, the constant badgering he received from his friends and close relatives started to frustrate him further, so who could he turn to? You of course.

Being married for several years now, you were more than used to Zuko’s rants, so you simply just reclined on the bed with an eyebrow raised as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t get it! Why is everyone so concerned about when we’re going to have a child or not?” He questioned seemingly no one as you attempted to keep your face from contorting into a smile. It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand his frustrations, it was just funny to watch, especially since you were already pregnant.

You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed honestly, with you staying in for the past few days due to feeling sick. Who could blame him though? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attentive and loving as a husband, he was extremely busy as of recent-and also just dense at times. After noticing his silence for a few moments as he looked over the balcony, you decided that maybe this could be the perfect time to tell him.

Getting up and sneaking behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist and turned so you could see his face. He let out an audible sigh of what sounded like relief before returning your smile and your hug.

“You want a head massage?” You questioned pulling away, wiggling your fingers playfully.

“Please.”

For the past couple of years, Zuko had been letting his hair grow out so now it rested around his shoulders.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You started tentatively, but as usual, he was too caught up in the sensation of your fingers raking across his scalp to entirely understand what you were saying, so he just nodded in response. “I’m pregnant.” You stated plainly, ceasing your scratching. Not getting a response for a few moments, you turned to face him with a worried expression.

Much to your surprise he was grinning up at you and placed a warm hand on your cheek. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell y-“ you were abruptly cut off by him pulling you into another hug and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “So you’re happy about it?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” He responded sincerely, leaning into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the redness on his cheeks.

Maybe your family and friends would finally leave the two of you alone now?

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2goth2moth · 3 years

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Hi! How are you doing?🤗

This is my first request that I ever made soooo I hope I'm doing everything okay😅

If I may ask for an alpha!werewolf x reader smut where the reader just flirted with another wolf to make their alpha jealous? And his reaction is.. i would say special😂 lot of teasing, dirty talk, rough sex and so on😊

Thank you!☺

Here you go, I hope you enjoy! :-)

In a String of Bad Ideas (M!Werewolf x GN!Reader, NSFW)

Word count: 2834

Includes: Jealousy, dirty talk, marking, scent kink, face-fucking, thigh fucking, rough sex

You had never exactly been known for your good ideas. It certainly wasn’t that you were unintelligent, but your years growing up could be read as a roadmap of ideas that would have definitely gone better if you thought them through. In a word: impulsive. But in retrospect, this particular idea was definitely one of your less thoroughly considered.

It started at a party. Well, if you were splitting hairs, it started with Finn. With your boyfriend, and with him not paying enough attention to you. You had both been busy, so you couldn’t really fault him, but still. You hadn’t had sex in a month, and even when both of you were free, he hadn’t really taken you up on offers to even hang out. Enough was enough. So there you were, at a party. Trying to make your boyfriend, your alpha werewolf boyfriend, jealous.

Another alpha werewolf was standing in front of you. In the pulsing lights of the party, you couldn’t really make out any features other than abnormally tall and solidly built, both very much standard for werewolves. You didn’t remember his name, if he’d even told you yet, and you hadn’t really heard the joke he’d just told over the music, but you still laughed indulgently. Your hand found a place on his forearm, and a little flicker of satisfaction went through you as his eyes came to rest on your exposed chest. The shirt you wore was unbuttoned a hole or two too far to be decent, your shorts cuffed an inch or two too high to be entirely appropriate. All on purpose. You weren’t sure where Finn was at the moment, but you had to make the scene look right. You let yourself drift closer to the wolf’s large form, rubbing your hand along his hairy arm.

He began to move his hand down to just graze your hip when another hand, broad and clawed, yanked you away and into a large, distinctly wolfish form. A quick glance up revealed Finn towering behind you.

“Hands off,” he growled, lips pulled to expose sharp teeth in an obvious display of aggression.

The no-name wolf you had been flirting with flashed his own teeth back. The air became so heavy with alpha pheromones that even you could start to smell them. “Why? It’s not like they’re yours.”

Finn’s claws dug into your waist and pulled you flush back against him. “Actually yes,” he said, tone steeped in possessiveness. “They are.” He leaned down to lick the side of your neck messily, keeping eye-contact with the other werewolf the whole time.

You knew that where he ran his tongue was roughly where scent glands would be on a werewolf omega. Such explicit and public claiming was something that he had never done before. It sent heat licking down your spine. He stayed there, staring down the other wolf, lapping at your skin, until Mr. Nameless dropped his gaze to the floor in submission and backed away.

The wet strokes against your neck let up. “Hey Finn,” you said, a little breathless, “Where were you- HEY!”

What you began saying was cut off with a yelp as Finn locked a hand around your wrist and began dragging you through the house after him. You went along with it, hoping that this reaction would lead to something fun. He threw open the door to an empty bedroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you.

“What was that?” He asked, backing you against a wall.

You feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking coy. You were all over that guy. You’re basically half naked. What’s going on?”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell him at some point. “I was trying to make you jealous. You haven’t really been paying attention to me lately.”

He crowded even closer to you, wedging his thigh between your legs. You were completely flush with the wall now. “So you let some other wolf’s filthy hands on you...to make me jealous? Why? Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” His voice was perfectly even and dangerously quiet.

You knew that you were still playing with fire, but you barrelled on ahead. “Yeah, so? It seems to have worked out well enough,” you teased, grinding slightly against the leg he had tucked between yours.

Finn dipped his head down to run his lips along the shell of your ear. “And what exactly makes you think I’m gonna fuck you?”

“Um, this?” You asked, slightly confused, pressing your leg even closer to his groin. His cock was was hard and heated against you.

“Oh, ‘this’?” He said. His breath fanned out over the side of your face and he ground against you properly, letting out a harsh little grunt. “This is getting dealt with, but I certainly won’t be fucking you.”

A whine broke from your throat. “What? Why not? I thought that you would have wanted to prove I was yours.”

“Believe me, I do. By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know who you belong to. But you actually want me to fuck you, and what would be the point in me rewarding bad behaviour?”

“Finn!” You complained, trying desperately to not buck your hips into him.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck. “Shhh. Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum sometime tonight.”

You barely had time to let out a whimper before Finn crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. It was messy, almost violent, more tooth and tongue than proper kiss. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, grabbing at the hem of his shirt to steady yourself. He quickly moved down to your neck, the skin completely exposed by your own mostly-undone shirt. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses fell along your collarbone before he latched onto the soft patch of skin under the corner of your jaw. Right where he had licked earlier, right where a werewolf mating bite would go. You gasped loudly as he began sucking a mark there. It was only seconds before the skin felt swollen and bruised. He pulled off with pop and a harsh nip.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” He growled.

Not trusting yourself to say anything, you nodded helplessly. He kept assaulting your neck, leaving hickies and shallow bite marks on every inch of your neck that he could reach. It all felt so good that you didn’t notice his hands wandering until your shirt was ripped clean from your body.

“Hey!” The cold raised goosebumps on your flesh. Finn’s hands began to roam your bare torso, claws lightly scratching lines too soft to really hurt. It was getting difficult to stay fully composed. “I liked that shirt. And I don’t have anything else to wear back home.”

“I’ll buy you a new fucking shirt. And you can wear my shirt back,” he snarled. His hands landed on your hips and he bodily flipped you so that your chest was pressed against the wall. Your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs in a single motion. “Or walk back naked, I don’t really care.”

Claws dug painfully into your hips as he pulled them back enough to make your spine arch. A single messy kiss on your shoulder was the last thing you felt for several seconds before Finn was licking a slow, broad stripe over your puckered hole. The sudden feeling made you moan and arch even further into the wall.

He took the meat of your ass between his teeth and bit down, hard enough to sting, before soothing the mark with his tongue. “Do you want me to eat you out?” He kissed your other cheek. “Want me to drive you crazy with my tongue?” A bite to the top of your thigh. “I’ll make it so you’re so turned on that you’re dripping, then I’ll fuck your thighs.” Another lick to your hole. “If you really beg for it, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”

“P-please!” You pleaded, mind getting fuzzy with what he was saying.

Finn dipped his face back to lap at your perineum. The very tip of his tongue caught on your rim on a particularly teasing upward drag. “I won’t knot you properly, only good little omegas get knots.” You weren’t an omega-- you weren’t even a werewolf-- but the term being thrown at you so casually sent sparks through your blood. It felt so right. “But I’ll mark you so completely that you won’t even be able to burn my scent off of you. No one is ever going to forget who you belong to. Especially not you.”

You barely got to choke out a “Please, Alpha” before he shoved his face back in your ass. His tongue teased your hole on each slow lick, tip not quite breaching the rim. He was definitely just teasing you now, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you beg. At least not yet. You sank your teeth into your lip to stifle any noises and let your head drop forward against the wall. Your attempts to maintain composure were quickly broken down by the feeling of a hot, slippery tongue plunging into you. A strangled moan broke out of your mouth with each flick against your insides.

“O-oohh God.”

Finn’s answering hum was muffled. His jaw kept working against you, slowly drawing more noises of pleasure from you. Saliva was steadily dripping out of his mouth where he moved. It ran in thick rivulets down the inside of your thighs, and with a desperate little movement you ground your hips back into his face.

Claws dug deep into your ass where he was still holding you. With a loud growl and another hard bite to your leg, he pulled himself up to stand behind you. A zip and the sound of fabric rustling sounded before he plastered himself against you, cock hard and leaking against the small of your back.

He kissed the side of your throat, wet and open-mouthed, with the barest scratch of teeth. “Keep your thighs together.”

You obeyed, squeezing your legs together as tightly as you could. You could feel Finn adjust his stance before pushing himself into the miniscule space between them. Despite how tight it was, the movement was slick, aided by his pre-cum and the spit that had dripped down from your ass. The shaft dragged against you on its way through, making you groan low in your throat. The feeling of him fucking your thighs and kissing your neck was good, especially when his hard length ran against your crack and groin. But the touch was just barely a tease. It was nowhere near satisfying to you, and the gentle grazes were making you writhe in a fruitless attempt to get something-- anything-- more fulfilling. The head of his cock appeared between your legs, shiny and glistening red. Pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and you couldn’t help but swipe your finger over it, gathering the clear fluid, and putting it in your mouth. The taste was one you were intimately familiar with, musky and rich, supposedly the same as Finn’s alpha pheromones.

A sharp smack landed on the fullest part of your butt. It felt equal parts painful and pleasurable, and the shock sent you jolting forward into the wall with a yelp.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Finn huffed into your ear. He began pistoning his hips even harder, dragging his shaft between your thighs, making your legs shake with each stroke. You shook your head. Another hard thrust slammed your chest into the wall. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“No, A-alpha,” you choked out.

“No, I didn’t.” He aggressively sucked another hickey onto your neck, right under the hinge of your jaw, so high that there was no way you’d be able to cover it. “So why exactly did you think it was okay?”

“I want you, Alpha, so bad. I just couldn’t wait.” There was no doubt that your voice was whiny and more than a little pathetic at this point. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Finn’s mouth curl into a vicious smile on your skin. “Do you want to suck my cock that bad? Filthy little omega can’t wait for me any longer?”

That word again. “Omega”.

You squirmed in his hands and shook your head, not completely trusting your voice. The way that Finn was talking to you, the way he touched you, like you properly belonged to him, was turning your mind to goo. For a split-second, you wished that you were a werewolf omega so that you could take his bite, so that he could take yours, so that you could possess each other the way mates did.

“Do you want to suck me off?” You nodded, a little shakily. “Hmmmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” He stopped thrusting through your thighs, just standing at your back, massaging your ass. “You may have to convince me.”

Determination crystalized in your chest at the challenge. You turned to face him and sank to your knees. The dick in front of you was massive, flushed and slick with pre-cum, knot beginning to bulge at the base. You kept yourself carefully levelled with the shaft and stared up at Finn through your lashes. This was a dirty move, you knew, he had told you numerous times that seeing you kneeling like this drove him wild. The ball was back in your court, even if you were the one desperate and begging.

“Please, Alpha,” you whined. Exhaling into the sound, you drifted forward slightly, letting his dick hit your cheek, leaving a trail of slick pre-cum on your skin. “Fuck my mouth, cum all over me, please. Make everyone know whose omega I am.”

At the end of it, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out. Finn held for a breath, staring down at you. In one swift, sudden movement, he seized your jaw and plunged his cock inside. The intrusion made you gag for a second, but you relaxed your throat around him, settling comfortably into your usual rhythm for this. One clawed hand stayed locked around your chin as he began driving his length into your mouth. The girth of his shaft stretched your mouth uncomfortably. Each stroke sent the head into your throat, making you choke and spasm around him. The feeling sent little spurts of gloriously rich pre-cum shooting into you with each forward thrust. You could see his knot swelling in front of your nose, already close to popping from when he fucked himself between your thighs. You began swallowing around him as well as you could, trying to milk him to completion.

His grip on you was getting harsher, biting into you with those big, sharp claws, and his thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. Each ragged breath was edged with an animalistic growl as he became more desperate for release. He wasn’t talking anymore, just fucking into your open mouth, chasing his pleasure with single-minded determination. You moaned wantonly around him, the sound muffled by his heated flesh. Spit was leaking out of your mouth, mixing with pre-cum and sliding down your chin and dripping down.

“Gonna- fuck- gonna cum!” Finn snarled above you. He dragged you off of his cock, leaving you panting, covered in saliva, mouth hanging open. He pumped himself a few times before squeezing his knot and cumming all over you with an aggressive yell. Pearly ribbons of white, the same thick musk as his pre-cum and pheromones, fell across your face and hair, catching on your eyelashes and landing in your waiting mouth.

You swallowed what landed on your tongue. A large hand swiped cum away from your eyes and rubbed it into the warm skin behind your ear. Opening your eyes, you looked up into the warm, adoring face of your alpha. He brought his hand up to your mouth, coaxing you to lick it clean. Your thighs were still sticky from his mouth and cock, and cum was now dripping from your face onto your chest and legs where they were folded beneath you. Hickies and bruising fingerprints littered your neck and hips. You looked so thoroughly fucked-out, and yet…

“Was I good enough? Do I get to cum now?”

Finn grinned at you, toothy and wicked, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. “I’m going to take you home now, omega. And I’m going to tease you until you cry, until you’re sobbing and begging me to let you cum. And then I’m going to leave you there for hours. And only when you’ve really learned your lesson will I let you finish.”

He hauled you upright and kissed you, deep and filthy, swallowing up every whimper that fell from your lips at the threat.

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ruinaimagines · 2 years

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How about hanging out with Bloodfiend Roland? Ya know Dipsia. He would bite anyone the second they turn away don’t get me wrong. But he also seems like the most sane out of the extremely rabies induced language realisation men. I just feel like you could get a sensible conversation out of him on a distance while drinking some wine (get too close too suddenly he will not be able to stop himself and bite you..... I still wanna hug him tho).

Also the wolfland one was soooo sweeeeet I CANT.

I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Hello! I hope you’re having a good day/night as well. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed the wolfland hcs! I’m actually really interested in bloodfiends, and I hope project moon will expand further on them. It seems like they were going to in distortion detective before stopping the book in favor of making it a game, so there’s that to look forward to. Here’s your headcanons!

These got to be longer than I was expecting so have a heads up, but I doubt that's much of a problem.

Hanging Out with Bloodfiend Roland Headcanons:

Roland in the form of Thirst I believe pulls from the intentions behind the rampage he was responsible for. While it is true that the beginning might have started out as a search for vengeance because of the one he lost, it all blended together as a violent display of anger under a thinly veiled excuse.

While he may try to reason that his actions were for revenge, ultimately it was just another facet of his anger. Meaning became lost in the process. There no longer was a justification for what he was doing, if you could even consider it justifiable in the first place. It was just to sate a never ending thirst.

Even after the violent acts were committed he was left with a dissatisfying emptiness and sorry. Even if there was temporary relief in finding someone to blame, in getting rid of something and claiming it to be for the better, that it would help avenge those he cared for, it never solved the root problem.

It’s especially a particularly complicated floor realization. I believe that he recognizes that his actions were likely the result of momentary satisfaction, and the desire to feel better about everything that happened than truly doing it for the sake of another person. He is aware of this ‘thirst’, he acknowledges it’s wrong to want, and it’s a selfish desire that calls upon the harm of others for the satisfaction of oneself.

Acknowledging that is a good thing, you need to reflect on yourself and admit mistakes to be able to improve, but the issue lies in the fact that he’s given into this thirst. He knows it's bad, but he gives in anyway because it grants him happiness. Who would want to be stuck in sadness all the time?

A distinct connection I remember they made in the story of the Distortion Detective is comparing blood to bloodfiends as a monetary type of desire. We can more easily understand when we compare the thirst to greed that people have with money. As far as we know, they don’t need blood, but it feels like they do. You could argue one needs money especially in the world of the city, but the point is that it’s not an organic material they need to function.

It’s like a luxury they can’t get enough of. It’s just like money and all the lavish things it can offer you, you can’t help but feel pampered and delighted. Even if the money is sourced from some questionable means, it doesn’t matter because it just makes you feel so good, right? There’s nothing wrong with spending a little bit… or a lot… or too much.

And eventually it might bring you eternal happiness. We all know the phrasing ‘money can’t buy happiness’, but this stands for the people who believe it can. Or well, the thirst rather than money.

That’s at least the way I interpret the thirst for blood as. If you’re someone who doesn’t care about money, it might be a bit hard to understand, but hopefully the idea still stands.

With that long explanation of his character out of the way, bloodfiend Roland is definitely on the more sensible side. At least when it comes to talking to him.

While you are able to communicate with the other realizations of him, this is easier as it just seems more clear? You’re able to hold a more stable and complicated verbal conversation, and feel as though you’re talking to another person.

Minus the whole bloodfiend thing and the fact that this is another form of someone you already know, you wouldn’t be surprised to actually see someone in the city who acts like this. It just doesn’t seem like too far away of an option.

I will say though, he does seem a bit… not condescending? Just, kinda smug. It probably has to do with Nosferatu’s influence. With the expression he has, the formal clothes, and the speak of indulging yourself gives a sort of posh feel to him.

I don’t think you’re gonna have to worry about ending up with someone who's in a ‘holier than thou’ mindset though, he’s not rude at all, it’s just the first impression.

I can totally see the both of you sitting at two ends of a table, red wine (or another type if you have a preferred flavor) in your hand, crossing your legs like this is some fancy get together. It’s honestly a bit fun to pretend like you’re some rich property owner who owns 30 mansions.

I do recommend trying to keep your distance though, or at least in all times keep in mind that Nosferatu is rather starved, only meaning Roland at the time probably is too. You can take a hint or two, and that ominous glass filled with a red liquid probably isn’t wine.

Keep an eye on both him and the little sanguine bats he has accompanying him. Even though they’re a bit cute, they’re just as bloodthirsty as he is, and if they get close enough they might act as giant mosquitos. Overall they usually hover around him, just keep a count on how many are nearby and take note if one seems to mysteriously disappear. They’re little carnivores after all.

While certainly not to the extent he does, it’s nice to enjoy yourself with certain things. This is something he absolutely encourages and understands, willing to entertain any ideas you have.

I feel like he’d try to get you to understand the thirst, perhaps try to awaken it in you as well. There are instances of bloodfiends turning others into their kind, as well as new ones popping up from the distortion.

He might offer you a drink from his own glass, and you’ll probably have to turn him down with something along the lines of “I appreciate the gesture! I really do, but I’m afraid I’d need to consider it first before jumping in.”

Whether or not you’re actually considering it I recommend keeping it open ended of an answer, and implying that you’re interested. By doing this, you make it less likely that Roland will try to get a bite out of you.

If he finds you entertaining enough, and there’s the open possibility of you coming to his side, then it would be a shame to risk harming or even killing you. That would probably make you less incentivised to join him.

You know… there’s a card in both his, and the little bats’ deck called ‘Fear of Water’. My guess is this has to do with the idea that vampires are either weakened by water, or unable to cross it whatsoever. This can vary from running to still water, and little creeks to large rivers, but if the card is in his deck then does that imply he is repulsed/scared of water himself?

Now, do I think this is a horribly dangerous idea that shouldn’t be attempted? Yes. But do I think it’s also really entertaining? Also yes.

What I’m thinking is what if you had one of those little squirt bottles that people use to train their dogs or animals? Or to mist a plant. Do you think that if you squirted him with the water he would be terrified?

He’d absolutely not be happy that’s for sure, but there’s not much he can do unless he gets that thing out of your hands. I imagine it kind of works like the idea that demons can’t cross through salt, except it’s water.

This could come in handy as a last resort if he decides to get a little bit too risky and take a crunch at you. It will snap him out of it, and while he might be a bit irritated I also think he would understand why you did it if it had a good reason.

With this trick you could probably feel more safe in approaching and trying to hug him if you wanted. He still might try to sink his teeth into you, but he’s less likely to with the combination of being on good terms with you and the threat of the spray bottle.

He is staring at the bottle the whole time you approach him, he looks like he’s having a stand-off with an arch nemesis, but at least it directs his attention away from your blood.

He’s not frigid to the touch, but he’s still pretty cold. I’d say keep in mind his nails when he embraces you because they are sharp, and they can scratch you not even intentionally.

I have a personal preference against velvet, but I can see his coat being made of a velvety substance. If you’re like me and don’t like the texture, then something like satin also seems like a reasonable material.

He also smells good? Like it’s not overwhelming, and usually I wouldn’t comment on scents much, but there’s a very faint but good smell of expensive perfume. It won’t send you into a sneeze-fit if you’re sensitive to the smell, but it’s noticeable.

I think I make note of this because a lot of the other language realization men, as you noted, are a bit… well they don’t prioritize hygiene as much I’ll say that. It is a bit hard to stay perfectly clean in combat, and I don’t expect them to be squeaky clean, but c’mon.. they can do better than that.

Despite Thirst Roland feasting on blood, he doesn’t smell like a corpse! It’s a really nice and welcome surprise.

I recommend keeping the hugs pretty brief, you are extremely close to what is essentially a vampire so the more time you spend in that embrace the more of a chance you’re going to have a new puncture in your skin.

You might be a bit more safe if you’re just holding his arm or some other form of affection where you can keep an eye on him fully. He may claim there’s nothing to be worried about but there is, even if he doesn’t mean for there to be.

Lastly because these are getting to be really long headcanons, I think if you asked he would let you hold one of the sanguine bats. He may joke and say they don’t have as much self control as he does when it comes to biting, but it’s not really a joke.

It looks like they’re made from some kind of flesh by color alone, but they have a slightly leathery texture that you can expect to be on an actual bat. They’re actually super cute when they tuck their wings in and just stare at you.

I can imagine one of them just cupped in your hands, wings flopped out over your fingers, looking up at you and blinking. For something that’s supposed to be ancient and terrifying, they really are adorable.

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Not A Movie...Right?

Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: ~7,400

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of sex, but that’s the only time the word is used....

A/N: Soooo, here’s a fic I wrote that isn’t based on a song! (Look at me trying to expand!) It’s got angst, tears, strong women standing by each other, oblivious Harry, and then fluff at the end cuz I love me a good happy ending... If you enjoy it, like, reblog, comment, or follow! You can also send me a message if there is something you’d like to see me post! still new on here, so I’m open to pretty much everything! Happy reading <3<3

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The corridors were empty, the classrooms were quiet, and the students were busying themselves outside, well most of the students. Y/N dragged her feet down the hallways, avoiding the windows, she didn’t want to be seen by the other students. Why be lost in conversation when she was lost in the thoughts that had been consuming her brain?

Had she made a mistake? Was it stupid to get everything off of her chest? It had been four years after all, right? It was okay to feel these things. She’d hid them for as long as possible, she tried to at least. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him, but maybe he shouldn’t have kissed her after the quidditch match. Didn’t he know that would completely scramble her brain? He knew her! At least, she thought he knew her.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Hermione called from a little bit ahead.

Y/N looked up for her eyes to meet her best friends’ right away. The brunette knew something was wrong, she’d barely seen Y/N in the last week.

“We’ve been outside all day. It’s so nice and you told Ron that you were going to meet us out there. I didn’t even see you this morning. What’s going on?” she prodded, knowing that there was something more happening with her friend.

Y/N couldn’t look at her. She knew that tears would start rolling down her face the moment she did. Yes, Y/N normally told Hermione everything, but she hadn’t told her about this yet and she’d been dealing with it all herself. So, maybe she should tell her?

“Y/N/N…Please talk to me!” Hermione’s voice begged. Y/N finally looked up to see the concern in her friend’s face. “Oh common!” Hermione rushed to Y/N and pulled her hand until they were at the Gryffindor Common Room and climbing the stairs to their shared dorm room. Of course it was empty, everyone was enjoying one of the few nice days that Hogwarts saw.

Once in the comfort of her own room, Y/N started to sob. How did she start to explain what had happened? Before she had to, Hermione spoke up.

“Y/N/N. I know this has something to do with Harry. You never act like this. You’ve been up early for breakfast every morning and leave by the time I get down there with the boys. Sometimes Ron gets there early enough to see you, but then you leave before he can have a full conversation. You don’t speak during lessons and you’ve been sitting in different seats. Y/N/N, you sat with the SLYTHERINS the other day! You’re obviously avoiding him!”

Y/N just looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap.

“What happened? Please? You normally tell me this stuff. We’ve talked about all of your other boys before. I know that you like him. You may have not told me, but I am observant. I did notice. Just talk to me!”

Taking a deep breath before she started talking, Y/N began the story.

“It has been going on all year, ‘Mione. Remember when we first got back to school and we had that huge party after quidditch tryouts? Well, Harry and I just went and got some air. We were talking like we always do. You guys became my best friends in our second year, so it was easy. And it was probably the fire whiskey, but Harry started talking about how great I was. He was all of course I’ve had a crush on you before! You’re exactly my type and fun and cute. And I just sat there listening and thinking. And it was just nice to hear, but then I realized something. I could have always fallen for Harry so easily, but I always kept myself from doing it. I didn’t want to because I knew it would be too big for me. But, he, he opened the gates. It’s his fault, ‘Mione!” Y/N could feel her voice raising as she thought of how stupid she had been.

Hermione looked at the 6th year girl, whose eyes were puffy and red, whose lips quivered as she thought about everything. Hermione didn’t want to push her anymore, but she knew that Y/N needed to get it all out. She’d been holding it in for too long and it was affecting how she was in school and with her friends and as a person.

After giving Y/N a few moments of silence, Hermione spoke up. “So, what happened then?”

“Well, I started letting myself fall. I was such a git! And I wanted to spend so much time with him and be around him. I mean, I always was, but it just felt different now. I wanted to be close to him and touch him and it just felt different. And he was different too! He was attentive and seeking me out and yeah…” Y/N paused as she thought. Thinking about what happened.

“‘Mione,” Y/N whispered, “we snogged. A lot. And it went further than that. And – and I thought we were on the same page, but then he said he just wanted to stay friends because he didn’t want to ruin what we had…”

“HE DID WHAT?!” Hermione howled. Y/N could see the rage building up on her face. She knew maybe she shouldn’t have said that.

“ ‘Mione, please don’t get mad. Don’t yell. Don’t get mad at him. It’s already happened. I made the same decision he did. Plus, I told him it was okay. I told him I was fine, so I messed up. I didn’t check and make sure we were on the same page…” Y/N tried to explain.

“This is not your fault! Why is he so daft! Why would he do that! He did that AND THEN said he didn’t want to mess up the dynamic?”

“Well yeah, but he’s a boy, it's fine. Seriously.”

“Fine. I won’t yell at him yet. When did this all happen?”

Y/N bit her lip, thinking. Everything seemed to always blend together. “Two months ago, maybe…”

“Y/N! It’s April now…What happened next?” Hermione asked, knowing the story wasn’t over.

“Well, you know the quidditch match two weeks ago? When they beat Hufflepuff?” Y/N asked, wiping her eyes.

“yeah….”

“Well, I thought I had come to terms with everything by then. I went on that date to Hogsmeade and even though Zacharias Smith was an ass after, it was still nice when we went.”

“Okay? I knew that. He was an ass…”

“Yeah, exactly. Well, then the match came and they won and I didn’t get to see Harry because the people were just crowding and I couldn’t get to him. So, I waited for everyone to come out of the changing tents so I could congratulate our friends.. Well, Harry was the last one to come out and he was so excited that he kissed me. And I pretended I was fine because I couldn’t go through the ‘we’re just friends’ talk again. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after that. All the feelings that I gated off flooded right back in because it just felt right! He held me in a way that no one ever has and his lips just felt right. I couldn’t stop it!” Y/N was gasping, reliving what she had been avoiding.

“But, you’ve only been acting strange for a week. What changed between then and now?” Hermione asked. She’d been nodding along since Y/N started. She was thinking a lot and felt pretty angry, but she was keeping her anger at Harry hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“Well, I became overwhelmed. It’s all I could think about. It didn’t feel fair because I didn’t get to say what I really felt. I just took everything in. So, I worked up a little bit of courage and I told him how I felt last week. I said everything. I wrote it down and I just told him! But, but, but he didn’t say anything back. And when I saw him the next day, he just acted normal and as if nothing happened and I couldn’t do that! I couldn’t, ‘Mione…” Y/N felt the tears begin to swell up along the edges of eyes.

“Wow…he hasn’t said anything?”

Y/N shook her head.

“And you’ve just been dealing with it and acting as normal as possible?”

Y/N nodded.

“But, you’ve still been avoiding him and he hasn’t said anything.”

“I don’t think that he noticed,” Y/N said. “Of course, I haven’t seen him to know whether or not he has.”

Hermione thought for a second. She knew that Harry hadn’t said anything to her about Y/N not being around, so either it wasn’t bothering him or he didn’t notice. Ron was always slightly oblivious, so he didn’t completely understand what was going on, but he knew Y/N hadn’t been around as much. Hermione could tell Y/N this, but she didn’t want to be the one to break her friend’s heart, no matter how honest she wanted to be with her. She couldn’t do it.

“Do you want me to ask him what he’s thinking?” Hermione asked timidly.

“NO!” Y/N spoke louder than she had in a while. “I don’t want him to know I told you. ‘Mione, I’ve been thinking a lot. Harry not saying anything to me is an answer. He doesn’t want me… I can’t keep walking around here thinking that he’s just going to run up to me and tell me that he loves me. That only happens in the movies and this isn’t a movie. I need to just move on, but I needed a little bit of time before that. I needed to come to that decision myself.” Y/N tried to explain, with pleading in her eyes.

“I get that, but it isn’t fair to you…You deserve to be so happy!” Hermione argued.

“But, it doesn’t look like I’m going to get that from him…”

Hermione couldn’t hear it. This whole situation was ridiculous! Harry couldn’t just not say anything. If she had been in that situation, she wouldn’t have taken it! But what could she do? Y/N didn’t want her to get involved.

Y/N spoke up, breaking Hermione from her internal thought process. “I told you ‘Mione, I just need to give myself some time to move on and I can’t do that when I’m seeing him every day.”

“That makes sense, but I miss you! Can you please just be around more. I can stay away from him. Plus, we have to start studying for exams soon anyways. I just want to spend time with you!”

“I’m sorry you got caught up in all of this. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m always going to worry about you!” Hermione assured her friend, fighting the internal struggle about what to do. She could do what Y/N asked and just leave it be, but that didn’t feel right. Boys this year were just messing everything up.

“I know. But we only have like two months of school anyways. It’ll be fine.” Y/N waved off whatever she was feeling, wiping away the few stray tears.

Hermione nodded, knowing there was nothing else she could do in that moment. So, she spent the rest of the day with Y/N. She convinced her to walk around and go out to the courtyard for a bit. Everyone else was on the grounds, so it was clear. They did run into a few Hufflepuff girls, but it was fine interacting with them.

Being a Sunday evening, the girls knew that they had a busy week, so they headed to the Common Room after a short dinner. A Harry free dinner of course.

“You go up, I need to gather some books from the Common Room,” Hermione said as Y/N went to the steps for the dormitory.

“Okay!” Y/N waved as she went up to their room.

Hermione looked around. She knew it wouldn’t be long before the boys got back from dinner. Hermione noticed on her way out that Ron and Harry ate with the other boys in their dorm tonight. She waved, but only Ron saw her. Y/N was walking out of the Great Hall so quickly that she didn’t have time to stop and say hi.

She dawdled picking up what she could, taking her time. She’d just tell Y/N that she realized she had to finish an essay if they took much longer. But, as if on cue, the portrait door swung open and in walked 5 boys. Seamus, Neville, and Dean stumbled up the dormitory stairs while Harry and Ron walked towards where Hermione was standing over her books.

“Where have you been?” Harry asked casually.

Hermione felt the fire inside of her flare, but she responded as calmly as possible. “I’ve been with Y/N for most of the afternoon and evening.”

“Blimey! So that’s where you went! We sat by the lake forever and figured you just went to do an assignment,” Ron shrugged as he turned.

“No, I went to find our other best friend. I haven’t seen her nearly at all this week and Ron said she was coming to the lake, but when she didn’t, I went to find her unlike you two blathering gits!” Hermione raised her voice.

Ron and Harry looked at her confused. “What are you talking about, ‘Mione?” Ron questioned.

“Have you two noticed nothing?! She’s never at breakfast with us, she skips meals, she hasn’t sat with us in lessons all week! We haven’t had our best friend! Ron, you’ve been so caught up with your break up and you, Harry, with that stupid book! We’re losing her!”

Now, the boys looked concerned. Hermione did raise her voice at them quite often, but something about this was different.

“What is wrong with you, Hermione?” Harry spoked up.

“You of all people should know!” Hermione spat before picking up her books and heading towards the stairs.

Ron looked at Harry with so much confusion in his eyes. “What’s she talking about?” he asked.

Harry stood there for a moment before he called after Hermione. “Wait! Come back here!”

Hermione stopped at the bottom of the stairs, taking in a deep breath before turning around. “What?” she responded sternly.

“Can you just tell us why you’re so angry?” Harry asked, trying to get a little more information out of her.

“It’s not my place,” Hermione barked. “Besides, it could be more efficient for me to just not say anything at all. Then I’ll just act like everything is normal!” With that small jab, she stomped up the stairs to her bedroom. She promised Y/N she wouldn’t say anything and she didn’t really. Not out right.

Hearing the door slam, Ron turned to Harry aghast. “What was she blithering on about? Bloody hell!” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck!” Harry cursed, when it dawned on him why she was so angry.

“I mean, I know Y/N’s been out of sorts this week, but she gets like that sometimes. I figured it was just that thing that happens to girls every month.” Ron rambled on, not hearing Harry. “Sure, she seemed a little more rushed and like she just wanted to be alone. I didn’t think it had anything to do with us.”

“It didn’t have anything to do with us, Ron. It had everything to do with me,” Harry flopped onto the couch as he slapped his hand over his face.

“What are you talking about?” Ron asked stupidly.

“I was an idiot! How couldn’t I have noticed that she was avoiding me?”

“What?” Ron asked again.

“Whenever you were at breakfast early this week, did you see Y/N?”

“Yes? But..”

“And did she always leave right before Hermione and I got there?” Harry cut him off.

Ron sat on a chair near Harry, thinking about the past week for a moment. “Now that you mention it, I guess she did. I thought she just had assignments to get ahead on. You know how her and Hermione can be…What are you thinking about, Harry? Come off it!”

“I’m an idiot!” Harry stood up quickly and rushed towards the stairs.

“Harry, you know that’s not going to work…” Ron called as he heard the stairs turn into the slide to keep the boys out of the girls’ dormitory.

“But, I’ve got to get up there! I’ve messed up Ron!”

“You could send her a note. It's only 7:15. I bet you could make it up to the owlery before curfew,” Ron suggested, getting comfortable.

“Ron! That’s brilliant!”

Before Ron could continue, Harry was out of the portrait hole again.

“OR!” Ron tried to call after him, “or you could wait until one of the other girls comes back and give them a note for Y/N…” Ron finished. “What the hell is going on with everyone?” Ron wondered as he placed his hands behind his head and relaxed in front of the fireplace.

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“What took you so long, ‘Mione?” Y/N asked when she came out of the bathroom to see Hermione just putting her books down.

“The boys came in while I was gathering my things,” Hermione responded truthfully, not knowing how her friend would respond.

“Oh…” Y/N faded off. “Did they have a good time at dinner?” Y/N asked, trying to be as normal as possible.

“Yeah, they did. We didn’t say much about dinner though.”

“Oh? What did you all talk about?” Y/N questioned as she moved around the room, pulling on her pajamas and hanging up her towel.

“Well, they asked where I went and then I kind of got angry with them…” Hermione tried to look innocent.

“Mione?” Y/N was now getting worried. “Why would you get angry?”

“I just, they asked where I went and I said to find you and then I got mad that they hadn’t noticed how you had been acting all week and…and _ I –” Hermione cut herself off to look up at Y/N just in time to see a horrified face. “Don’t worry! I didn’t say anything about what you told me! I can hold my tongue at least that much. But, I may have made a slight comment just to get him thinking…”

“YOU DID WHAT?” Y/N yelled, dropping everything in her hands.

“I don’t know if he got it. Ron was blabbering like an idiot when I came up the stairs. I just think that he owes you something! You are friends, at least! Maybe he just didn’t realize how he felt about you…” Hermione tried to explain.

“Mione! Now he knows that I’ve been sulking over him all week! He may be daft, but he’s not THAT daft!”

“But, you deserve to get something!” Hermione yelled out.

Luckily, it was early enough that the other girls weren’t back to the room just yet, so Y/N had a moment to compose herself. She really despised whenever Lavender tried to act like her best friend and comfort her. It was really the worst and just awkward. That all started when Ron and Lavender dated and Y/N wound up around her more often than she would have liked. Whenever she was with Harry and Ron and Lavender always popped up to be with Ron. It was the worst.

“What am I going to do now? I was so close to moving on, Hermione! Common!”

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, Y/N/N! But, someone needed to do something. He needs to talk back so that you can actually get some closure!”

“What did I tell you earlier! This isn’t a fucking movie! Merlin! I just wanted to move on before being around him all the time again, okay? Now I’m going to need to keep doing what I’ve been doing for a week!” Y/N ranted as she paced back and forth across the floor.

Hermione sat there silently, realizing how what she did may have been stupid, but she was going to continue to defend her actions. “Y/N/N, I’m going to tell you this again. He needs to say something. You can’t just let him off the hook. He’s being an idiot! And –”

Hermione was cut off by a light tapping at the window. The two girls turned to see a white snow owl.

“Hedwig?” Y/N was startled as Hermione went to open the window to let the owl in.

“She has a note tied to her leg…” Hermione noticed. “It’s for you.”

“He wrote me a note?” Y/N questioned.

“Maybe he realized that he was being an idiot. What’s it say?” Hermione asked as she handed Y/N the note and sat down next to her.

Hedwig flew over and hooted happily as Y/N unconsciously petted her, holding open the letter to look at Harry’s tiny, scribbled handwriting.

“What’s it say?”

“Give me a second! I need to decipher his writing,” Y/N trembled.

Y/N looked down at the note. It wasn’t long, it was straight forward.

“He wants to talk to me…” Y/N sat the note down and stood up suddenly, pacing around again. Hermione picked up the note and quickly scanned it.

“Y/N/N, he’s pretty much pleading for you to come downstairs right now. I bet he just ran all the way to the owlery to send this and get back in time.”

Y/N stood there thinking, not sure what to do, but before she could speak anymore, the dorm door flew open.

“Why was Harry so out of breath?” Parvati wondered out loud as her and Lavender discarded their things onto their beds. The two were giggling.

“What’s going on up here?” Lavender asked, trying to read the room.

“Nothing!” Y/N blurted quickly, knowing that Lavender wouldn’t ask Hermione for any details. The two hadn’t spoken in weeks. Before she knew what she was doing, she swept to the still open door. She didn’t know why she was going so quickly, but she forced herself to slow down when she was about halfway down the steps. She couldn’t seem too desperate. She had “moved on,” remember.

As she went to take the last turn, she practically stopped. She could hear the soft voices of the boys that she knew so well.

“Do you think Hedwig got her attention?”

“Mate, you haven’t even told me what’s going on,” Ron pointed out.

Y/N inched a little further down, trying to hear better.

“I’ll tell you once I know what’s going on!” Harry practically exploded. He’d gotten better at that from last year, but his temper still spouted from time to time.

Y/N felt her heart constrict. Was that good or bad? She moved forward just a little bit more as Harry had lowered his voice again. But, she must’ve gone a little too far and her foot slipped off the edge of the step. She felt her torso follow quickly after, tumbling down the last stairs and onto the Common Room floor.

“uhhh, hey guys…” Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. Thinking quickly, she added, “I just left something down here…” Maybe she couldn’t do this. She’d already poured her heart out over a week earlier. She couldn’t go through the pain again.

When she finally stood up, she realized that her fall must’ve caused both boys to jump out of their seats.

“What are you guys doing?” she tried to ask as normally as possible.

“Ummmmmm…well, look at the time! I’m going to go to bed!” Ron spit out quickly, lifting his arms and pretending to yawn. “Goodnight!”

Y/N watched helplessly as the only buffer in the room left. Now what was she going to do?

“Y/N?” Harry spoke up, Y/N still looking at the stairs Ron had just ascended.

“Uhhhh, hi? I’ll just grab that thing that I forgot and get out of your way.” Y/N looked around, trying to find something in the Common Room that she could claim as hers.

“I can help you look. What did you forget?”

Shit! Y/N thought to herself. Why was he so helpful?

“I didn’t forget anything, Harry.” Y/N sighed. “I – I got your note. Hedwig popped in upstairs…”

“Oh? You did? Good. That’s good because I wanted to talk to you about the other weekend and this week.”

“You really don’t have to, Harry. I know Hermione put you up to this. It’s fine. I told you that last week. There’s nothing to talk –”

“Y/N, will you just let me say something?” Harry interrupted. Y/N closed her mouth and nodded.

“Hermione didn’t put me up to this. I should have realized that something was wrong all week. I’m just blind and an idiot and I’ve been busy and…” Harry looked up to see Y/N looking at the ground. “That’s beside the point and not an excuse. I should have said something last week when you opened up to me.”

Y/N lifted her eyes from the floor for a moment, waiting to hear what else he had to say because as of that moment, she did not have any words that would fit in quite yet.

“I did the worst thing possible for that situation. I’m sorry, but I thought everything was normal between us, at least, I let myself think that.”

Y/N couldn’t handle the rambling anymore. “What do you want to tell me, Harry? I should really get back upstairs. I can’t go through this again. Stop dragging it out!” Well that was courage that she didn’t know she had.

“Right, I’m sorry. I guess what I want to say is that I really didn’t know what to say then. You caught me by surprise…” Y/N stared at him. She obviously already knew this and at this point, the situation was just getting irritating. Was he going to break her heart or not?

“In reality, I’m just scared. We’ve been friends for so long. How do you stop being friends and begin being more than that? I don’t know. No one I know seems to be figuring it out,” he added in, rolling his eyes. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. She knew he was talking about the undiscussed feelings between Ron and Hermione.

“And you’re just amazing at everything you do. I’m not. You deserve so much more.”

Y/N’s heart panged at his words. Of course he was going to break her heart. Why did she bother getting her hopes up even slightly?

Harry must’ve noticed the sudden change in demeanor of the girl standing a few meters away from her. He knew he needed to change his tactic. “You care so much about everyone that you love. I don’t know if I could be enough for you.”

“HARRY!” Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. “These all sound like excuses and ways for you to soften the blow. Just tell me that you don’t want to be with me so that I can go back to moving on like I was trying to do for the past week, for the past two months really!!” Her heart raced and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Couldn’t she just go back upstairs and flop on her welcoming bed?

Harry stood, speechless for a moment too long. Y/N huffed and turned to go upstairs. This really wasn’t a great way to start her week, so why prolong it? But, before she could reach the steps, a hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back. Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was not going to cry.

“That’s not what I want though!” Harry blurted once Y/N turned to face him. “Y/N, I care about you so much. And I told you! I’m scared! These feelings scare me. What if something happens to you? It will all be my fault! I could never forgive myself.”

Y/N instinctively bit her lip, taking in his words. What could she say to that? She still wasn’t sure about any of this. Why had he waited a whole week?

“Say something?” he asked, eyes wide and looking at her hopefully.

“Oh? Say something? Maybe I should just nod and walk away. It seems to be really effective in avoiding situations,” Y/N scoffed. She could feel her walls going up. She knew she had avoided these feelings for so long and this was why.

“I was an idiot, Y/N! How was I supposed to tell you that? It would’ve just been easier to pretend that there was nothing between us. Then I wouldn’t have to think about what I’m feeling, let alone how I could potentially hurt you.”

Y/N could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“I don’t know what you want me to say now, Harry. You hurt me. You played with my heart all year. You had me thinking there was something when we were ‘just friends’ according to you. That hurts!” Y/N felt her voice waiver, but she was still set on not crying. She’d done more than enough of that.

Harry looked shocked. This was not what he was expecting obviously. Just a week ago, the girl of his dreams told him that she had feelings for him and he was too daft to say anything back. He screwed up, badly.

“My thoughts exactly,” Y/N spit as she began to pull away from him.

“No, wait. Don’t go.”

“What else is there to say?” Y/N asked, throwing her hands out to the side.

“Say, say that you still love me like I know you do. You may not have used those words, but I know you do. So that I can tell you that I love you and didn’t mean to play with your heart. It wasn’t fair of me because I didn’t know what to do with my own heart. And then I could pull you in and kiss your lips like I’ve wanted to again since two weeks ago, but didn’t.”

Y/N looked right into Harry’s green eyes. They looked as desperate as she had felt coming down the stairs earlier.

“Please, Y/N/N?” Harry asked again. “Please, because I love you…”

Y/N felt every time her chest rose and fell. She wanted this. She had wanted this for so long and now, here he was, fighting for her. It was literally like something she would see in one of those muggle movies, but why couldn’t she do it?

“Harry, I want to say it. I want to be in this moment with you. I haven’t wanted anyone like I’ve wanted you in so long, but you broke me. How can I trust that you aren’t going to want to be ‘just friends’ again next week?”

“You can trust me. I’m your best friend. You’ve always trusted me. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you went out with Smith. I did. And it made me so mad that it wasn’t me!” Harry continued to argue and explain. He realized that he should have said this all to you months ago.

Y/N sucked in a large amount of air, pulling her mouth muscles into her usual thinking face. What should she listen to? Her heart or her head. One telling her that this would be great and that they would be great together. The one telling her that this was what she had been wanting all year. Then there was the other side warning her that this could end in her hurt in just a few days. He didn’t seem so sure a week ago, why was he so sure now when he didn’t even realize how she was acting throughout the week?

Y/N looked down to where he was still holding her wrist. This wasn’t right. He should have found her days ago and said this. Or he should have said this when she poured herself out to him. He had every moment to do that!

Y/N shook her head. She had been right to tell Hermione earlier that this wasn’t a movie. It just wasn’t. He broke her trust and he broke her heart. But, she wasn’t going to do to him what he had done to her. She was going to tell him. She was going to break her own heart. And most importantly, she was going to give herself the chance and the opportunity to finally move on. Only she was going to be able to make that decision for herself.

“Harry, I just can’t do it. I dreamed about you coming to me, but it just doesn’t feel genuine. If this is how you actually felt, you would have said it last week. You aren’t that oblivious. You knew that was your chance if you wanted it too. I can’t just take you and pretend that you haven’t hurt me. Our chance is over. I’m sorry.”

At the end of her words, she looked up to meet Harry’s watering eyes. She’d seen so much joy in them in the past, but now all the pain in them was because of her. She couldn’t do it anymore. She needed to get out of the Common Room, but go where? All of her roommates were upstairs and it was well after curfew. Honestly, leaving and facing the possibility of detention sounded a lot better than a room full of girls.

“I– I have to go.” She pulled her wrist out of Harry’s grip and darted sideways towards the portrait hole. She flew out, not even stopping to see if the Fat Lady saw her, and climbed the stairs. She found herself in a 7th floor corridor before she even stopped to look around.

With eyes threatening to spill tears at any moment, Y/N fell to the floor. I just need somewhere to cry – she thought to herself as she began to sob. That’s when she felt the wall behind her start to shift. A small door appeared and without looking Y/N crawled inside. Once the door closed, she let her head rest against it and the tears fell in steady streams.

Rushing out of the Common Room so quickly, Y/N hadn’t seen Hermione and Ron emerge from their hiding places on the stairs. They found a stunned Harry, who was already beating himself up for how that went.

“Do I go after her?” he asked, tears starting to stream down his cheeks.

Hermione shook her head. “It’s after curfew and you have no idea where she went…”

“She’ll have to come back eventually mate,” Ron encouraged. “You could always just wait here.”

Harry nodded as he let Ron and Hermione direct him to the couch. Why had he been so impulsive? Why had he waited to begin with?

He sat there, staring as Ron and Hermione attempted to cheer him up. He knew that wouldn’t work. The only person who could make him happy ran from him. He blew it. He’d have to find a way to accept that, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to for a while. Not until she was at least his friend again because he couldn’t lose her all together.

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Y/N cried until she didn’t have any tears left. Once they ran dry, she only felt numb. She couldn’t go back to the Common Room now. Knowing how stubborn Harry is, he would still be sitting there, wanting to try all over again. Y/N couldn’t take another round of that tonight. I wish that this room had a bed – She thought to herself, finally looking around. Then, there in the corner, she saw a folded up cot. That would do. On one of the shelves, next to some tissues, she found a blanket and pillow. Okay. Now I just have to wake up early enough to sneak back in and get my books in the morning.

Feeling completely drained from the day, Y/N fell asleep quickly. She dreamed of nothing, which was a relief and in the morning, she decided that today was the day to start moving on. She would do it no matter how hard it was because this wasn’t a movie and she wasn’t going to wait around for someone who didn’t truly want her.

With that attitude in mind, Y/N quietly left the small room of requirement and tip toed back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. It was maybe 4:30 in the morning, so she hoped no one would be up for any reason. Giving the Fat Lady the password and receiving a slight scolding for waking her up so early, Y/N shut it silently behind her. Once in the Common Room, she could see that the coals of the fire were nearly burnt out, but there were three forms resting in the chairs in front of it – asleep.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself? Had her friends been there all night? Did they really try to wait up for her? Okay…maybe seeing Harry sleeping there tensed and cold would make it a lot harder for her to move on. It was really sweet. She could only guess that Hermione was the one that kept the three from going to look for her. Y/N tip toed over to the three lumps as she summoned some blankets from the other side of the Common Room. She placed a blanket on both of them and took Harry’s glasses off his face. Then she saw the old piece of parchment open and clenched tightly in his fist.

Of course he’d pulled out the Marauder’s Map. She could now see where she was standing next to the three of them, but his finger was stationed at the entrance of where the room of requirement usually popped up. How did he know she would wind up there?

Y/N carefully pried the map out of Harry’s hands, so that she wouldn’t wake him up and mumbled “mischief managed” in order to make the parchment erase the lines of the castle and appear blank. Folding it and setting it next to his glasses, Y/N left the three and headed towards the stairs. But before she could get there, she heard movement. Not wanting to be noticed, she froze in her spot, hoping whoever it was had just been moving in their sleep.

“Y/N?” a soft voice rang out.

Y/N closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. So much for not being seen. Why had she gone over to her friends? Why hadn’t she just gone right upstairs?

Not knowing what else to do, Y/N turned back towards the fireplace to lock eyes with Harry’s, albeit sleepy, green eyes. He looked concerned and worried, but also happy and relieved at the same time. He picked up the glasses she had just taken off of his face and put them back on.

“Where did you go? Are you okay? We were worried when you didn’t come back,” he whispered, being mindful of the other two in the room.

“Uhhh, yeah. I just had to get away for a while and didn’t want to face a room full of girls…” she drew out, matching his soft voice.

“I understand. I wanted to come find you, but Hermione wouldn’t let us. I was going to sneak out after she went to bed, but then she stayed. Plus, she thought you may have gone to the room of requirement and said we wouldn’t be able to get to you if you didn’t want anyone bothering you…” Harry explained, recounting his night as quickly as possible.

“She sure does know me well,” Y/N replied, brushing one arm with her hand. When had it gotten so cold in here?

Harry must’ve noticed instantly because he immediately took off his jumper and tried to hand it to her.

“No, Harry, it’s okay. I’ll just go up to bed.”

Harry lowered the jumper, looking defeated. Now Y/N felt bad.

“Harry,” Y/N sighed. She had really wanted to avoid this.

“No, you don’t have to say it again. I heard you the first time. But, just let me say something?” Harry asked.

Y/N nodded in response.

“I don’t want to lose you. If you don’t want to be more than friends anymore, I understand. I was a complete prat, but I can’t lose you in my life. I still want you to be my friend. Of course, I won’t stop trying to prove myself to you, but that’s besides the point. I just need you with me in some way.” Harry’s eyes widened, begging her to understand. Of course she understood, that’s why she didn’t want to tell him how she felt to begin with. Why had she done that again?

“Of course I want to be in your life, Harry. I can’t imagine mine without you, but you might have to give me some space.” There she goes, continuing to put distance between them. Harry hated it.

“Well, how much space? Because we could keep that space to just the meter in between us across at the dinner table or…” Harry moved a little bit closer. Y/N was frozen in her spot. “Or, I could drop out of school and pretend not to go here for a month. I’ll go back to the Dursley’s if you need that much space.”

He moved towards her again. Y/N felt her heart thump in her chest. It was too early for this. She wasn’t in her right mind because it would just be so easy to give in to him right now. Why did his eyes have to melt her insides every time?

“Or, the only space could be the short distance when we sit next to each other in potions. Please, don’t go sit with the Slytherins again. Draco looked way too smug.” Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at that comment. He moved a few steps closer to her again. “Or, we could just forget the space…” Why oh why did he do this to her? By this point, Harry was towering over Y/N, pretty much daring her to look up at him and meet his eyes.

Y/N could feel his breath near her skin. It was warm and slow. She knew that he was waiting for her to do something. Common Y/N, just do something! – she thought. Shit! She gave in, she looked up to meet his eyes. There was a determination she had never seen in them before. It bared into her soul. She instinctively bit her lip, she couldn’t help it. She always did it when she was nervous.

She watched as Harry’s eyes wandered down her face and to her lips, then back up to her eyes. Damnit, she was going to give in.

Softer than she had ever spoke, she whispered, “Maybe, space is a little overrated…”

That was all he needed to crash his lips onto hers. His hands found their way to the nook between her face and neck and he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. It felt like so much more than any kiss they had shared before.

Y/N was the first to pull away, breath heavy. “This is not what I had in mind when I told myself I was going to move on,” she whispered.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “No, probably not, but this way is definitely better for me,” he smirked.

Y/N let her hand move up to hold one of his, both of which were still holding her face. No, things that happen in movies don’t usually happen in real life, but maybe this was the exception. Maybe, this was her movie.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter fic #angst #fluff #harry potter x gryffindor!reader #ron weasley x reader #hermione grander x platonic!reader #fred weasley x reader #goldentrio #golden trio #new fic #draco malfoy x reader #hp fanfic #hp #kalimagik

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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First off it has to be said that I truly adore Bridgerton and Sons. I didn’t expect this AU to change my world, but I’m addicted. I’ve literally reread multiple works within the series an insane amount of times and then to come on here and find even more content??? My heart actually cannot deal.

You literally put so much love and effort into this world- the fact that you are really out here working hard during the day as well as writing chapters and then you provide us with even more content on here- you are a superhero and it’s so so soooo appreciated, and the love and adoration that you get is so well deserved.

One of my favourite elements of your AU is Gregory and Kate’s relationship, I think it’s just beautiful and I love it soooooo much! So it made me wonder, what’s the dynamic between Anthony and Lucy/ the dynamic when all four of them are together?

Thank you soooo much once again for everything that you do- B&S has such a special place in my heart and does brighten up my day in this dreary timeline that we’re in x

Hi!

Y’all are sending me the most heartfelt messages at the moment (always but particularly in the last few days!) and honestly, I’m just a little overwhelmed by everyone’s love for this series. I feel like I say all the time that when I started this series I never could have imagined that it would have turned into this. I was so excited when Insufferable got 100 reads and now it’s just about to top 5000!!!!!!! Which is truly... insane. And Honestly, at this point it’s much more down to all of you than it is me. I cannot express how it makes me feel that people have really taken this series on board truly just... I love and appreciate every single one of you and I hope you know that, I’m just too awkward to express it. I will just finish my little drone by saying that I have a stressfulish job and so I use writing his universe as a bit of harmless escapism. Some people do drugs, I do this. It is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️ But ii’m very glad that it does the same for you!

Okay! Now! Anthony + Lucy! Let’s take a look!

Anthony Bridgerton first met Lucy Abernathy when she was hired as the receptionist at Bridgerton and Sons. She greeted him every morning and he returned it smiling politely but they never interacted beyond that. About a year into her employment Harold, his assistant, had come in and explained that they were scheduling appointments in a slightly different way so their may be a few kinks to work out in the coming days. Irritation flared in his chest when he said And who decided on this? Harold had brightly said Well Lucy thought that it would be- But Anthony was barely paying attention as he strode purposefully from the room, Lucy was very well liked and good at her job but what right did she have to decide how his appointments were scheduled?! Miss Abernathy who gave you the authority to-? He started, and Lucy, to her credit, looked barely ruffled at his sharp tone as she smiled and said Let me explain why this was a good idea. By the end of their little chat Anthony was feeling very embarrassed as he said Errr Lucy, I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you, it was uncalled for. We have a new associate starting in a few weeks, I think it’s about time for a promotion. Lucy’s answering smile was blinding.

Of course, after he’d promoted Lucy Abernathy to be Kate Sheffield’s assistant he deeply regretted it. Kate Sheffield may be an absolutely infuriating woman, but her schedule thanks to Lucy was flawless. Kate glided in and out of meetings Lucy behind her rattling off lists of questions handling things seamlessly. He may not like Kate, but he had to admit, she made one hell of a team with Lucy Abernathy. Their relationship was good, easy chemistry as Kate breezed into the office weekly with cake and sweets, and Lucy brought coffee and they giggled and laughed, and Anthony couldn’t help feel a little jealous. Of Lucy’s filing system of course, not the way Kate smiled at her. And so when Harold left Anthony saw his chance. He called Lucy into his office and said Lucy, how would you feel about leaving Kate’s service? Lucy looked positively stunned. Her mouth falling open a little as Anthony continued. I think you’re a bright girl with a bright future and we could work together. Lucy’s brow had furrowed slightly as she fixed him with a stern look. Mr Bridgerton, I’m awfully flattered, but I’m very happy working with Kate. And I hope this won’t affect our working relationship moving forward. And then, with nothing further she stood, and left his office and Anthony was left to marvel over this ridiculously competent young woman.

Lucy would be lying if she wasn’t a little nervous when she first started dating Gregory. Yes, she knew that she and Anthony got along in a professional environment, put appreciate someone’s work ethic was a far cry from wanting someone to be in a relationship with your youngest brother. Even when She caught Anthony smiling softly at Gregory and her huddled together in the break room at lunch a little caught in one another. She was still a little hesitant. And so when Gregory said, smiling his adorable little grin that wrinkled his eyes and made her heart flutter, I’m going to dinner at Kate and Anthony’s tonight. You should come! And Lucy had said a little hesitantly Greg I wasn’t invited I don’t- and Gregory had stood from his desk, threw his brother’s door open and said Can Lucy come tonight? And Anthony called out Loud enough for Lucy to hear I thought she already was! And Lucy had to bite back the smile. And their dinner’s became a weekly occurrence.

#bridgerton and sons au #Anthony + Lucy #anthony bridgerton #lucy abernathy #molly's asks and answers

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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Warnings College AU sexual and adult themes. Yall know the drill okay

Chapter 2

Bugzapper⚡💔: i have a proposition to make.

Jiro flashes Mina her phone as she sips iced coffee in the blessed air conditioning of the cafe.

"That's never a good sign." She comments, moon bright eyes glued to the phone as she thinks.

"What's not a good sign?" Uraraka asks from across the table, the two girls fill her in.

"Oh." She racks her brain on what that could be, "Okay well I'm dying to know, now."

🎵Music to my soul 🎶 : What do you want airhead?

Jiro's text sent a surge of excitement through Kaminari. It was exactly what he needed after three hours of begging and bribing Bakugou to allow the sorority in or at least invite them. His fingers fly across the screen setting up a date and time for a "meeting over lunch" to discuss the proposition in further detail.

Meanwhile across campus, you huff, eyes narrowed as a rare emotion is pulled from your fingertips in the form of deadly ice. Pulling the moisture from the air to freeze it or pulling any water towards you to keep your flank safe as your opponent rushes you at breakneck speeds.

You hated this fucking guy, cocky, brash, so God damn arrogant in the way he held himself, in the way he spoke. It made you nauseous just thinking of him.Had you known he was the male star of this university you wouldn't have transferred, yet you still needed to transfer didn't you? Anything to get out from under the shadow of a certain Todoroki.

No one cared to admit or to notice, that your quirk was different from Shoto's. You could manipulate water towards you to freeze, and manipulate whatever was already frozen. Your ice was denser and more durable than his and dare you say it colder than his too. Yet no one gave a shit, his was ice AND fire. You were just a one trick pony and a trick they already saw. Your opponent's taunting doesn't help matters much.

"I've already seen this before Ice Brat. Did ya forget where I fucking went to high school?" His hand heats the ice as he activates his quirk before three deafening blasts ring out.

As you allow him to break down the ice you act on pure rage, securing some revenge from the first time he signed your hair. Pointed icicles lie in wait and once the wall is fully down you give him a nasty smirk before sending the straight his way.

You're supposed to melt your weapons before they hit your opponent, neither of you are supposed to go all out per the professor's and college's strict rules in the athletics department but Bakugou always does. Somehow his big stupid mouth spews something that eggs you on. As if someone were shoving bamboo skewers beneath your skin, under your nails, sending you into an unheard of rage.

Normally you were as your quirk, icy, unbothered by the world but Bakugou, God you could wring his neck. Freeze his hot blood as you watch him turn into slush beneath your feet.

He expects you to abide by the rules, to splash him with glacier water but he realizes it too late. That you won't he let's off a quick blast, shattering two of the four deadly points. One grazes his cheek as he just barely dodges while the other lodges itself into his arm.

You have half a mind to twist it. You pull at his blood bringing it into your arsenal. Blood red needles and bullets surround Bakugou.

"I don't think you've seen this before.." You say darkly ready to release your hold and shred him into, give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he would see how bitter and nauseating he was. He smirks, opening his mouth to retort but you send your ice his way aiming for non vital spots although the ice creeps closer to your heart begging it to hit something vital. The inside of your ice palace begins to reek of burning sugar and spice, he plans to let out an explosion to bring this whole place down from the inside out.

Just as he is about to detonate and just as the blood and ice are about to pierce skin the professor bursts into the gym.

"I step out for five minutes and this is what happens?!"

The ice and blood return to liquid splashing across Bakugou as his skin pops. The professor takes in the damage from your ice and his explosions, still better controlled than most of his other students quirks.

"I gotta stop pairing these two together." He murmurs to himself before dismissing class. With a flick of your wrist the ice fortress melts, returning to the reservoir below the gym floor, ignoring the molten glare that is sent your way.

"You're such a bitch." Bakugou growls as you pass, flinging blood from his fingers as he wipes at his face. You offer him a fake pitying smile before heading into the women's locker room.

"Fucking asshole." You hiss, forcing the sight of his garnet gaze out of your mind. Instead turning your attention to your buzzing phone in your locker. It's a few missed calls and some texts in the girl's group chat. Briefly you wonder if you ever should have joined that stupid sorority, it was small, non toxic, and would look good should you need to transfer again.

Not only did you somehow get elected the president but you also became friends with the three other ladies despite your best efforts not too.

Mins: Prez we might have a way to save the sorority...lunch after you're done with training?

IceQueen ❄: Hope it's good, the Dean already put the house up for sale. Let me get ready and I'll be there shortly.

Mina presents her phone to the crowd around her, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro and Uraraka do a small celebration. Denki more so than anyone else, he knows the combined car washes will be more than enough to fix up the house, he also recently learned that you had the power of negotiation on your side. Having just listened to Mina retell the story of how you got free food for a month from a bar for yourself and your friends. And not from some sleaze who wanted to sleep with you either, no it was from the owner himself.

Denki is hopeful and so are the ladies indicating that this may be his best idea yet.

You arrive at the small bistro early, spying your party on the front patio. The three men had seen you in person before, they knew you were easy on the eyes but up close you were breathtaking. Manicured nails but nothing gaudy, normally nude or soft shades, light makeup, mascara at most as far as they could tell and your outfit was well put together. You were what the world called plus size but everyone else called thiccc. Your confidence oozing in your light blouse tucked into your black skinny jeans, uncaring that you had a pouch.

You needed that extra fat to keep from freezing by your own quirk. The only thing you needed society to worry about was your intelligence and your power.

Both were SSR ranked so what did you fucking care that your body was ranked lower. They were stupid in thinking you'd skimp power in the name of vanity.

You recognize everyone at the table and internalize the dread you're feeling. Scheming is afoot and you're the last to arrive. You can tell by their half finished drinks and picked over appetizer, still you sit and act unaware. Denki goes to hold out his hand first for a formal introduction causing a sly cat smile to settle over your glossy lips.

"No need, I'm aware of who the three of you are. Sero we share our lingual class, Denki, our chemistry class, and Kirishima we share two classes, world studies and villain hero theory. Truly a pleasure." You tell then your name before ordering something to drink from the lingering waitress. Sitting stick straight with your shoulders backs has the men mirroring you.

"Well ladies I take it the plan to save the sorority involves these fine gentlemen." You ask coolly and they nod. After a moment of silence Mina and Denki go to speak. Awkwardly encouraging the other to speak until Minai clears her throat.

"As you know they are a newly formed frat with Sero as their president. They moved into their house about a month ago and they say it is quite large. So they have invited us to move in."

"How do you propose we ask the college to have a co-ed house? What does this fraternity home even look like?" They knew you would be quick to ask questions Mina answers the first while Denki provides the answer to the second.

"Union and Diversity. Forming close relationships now to carry over into our hero careers."

"The house needs some work but looks a lot better than what it did." Denki shows you before and after pictures as you gesture for his phone. He passes you his electric yellow case with nervous hope tingling beneath his skin. You swipe through the photos.

"You boys did a great job on the outside. Inside needs a lot of work. Hardwoods will be easy to fix, they are original but don't seen to be damaged, a good scrub will spruce them up. Wait, are those?" You zoom in on the photo of the living room, "Are those foldable camping chairs and a VHS tv?"

They gulp loudly as they nod, your purse your lips in disapproval.

"I can fix that." You pass Denki back his phone, assuming that all the roommates will be present, "I see the main focus was the kitchen but some of the appliances seem to be on their last legs. I can fix that as well."

"Soooo….So it's a yes?" Jiro asks, feeling relief for the first time in months since they received the letter of eviction.

"Gotta get the college to agree first." You think on it a moment, "But I'm sure we can arrange that. Uraraka can you draft an email to the Dean requesting an official meeting regarding our sorority? Be sure to explain in detail our situation, how we are being forced to disband by their account and the solution we have. Make sure it's an afternoon meeting too. The dean hates to miss golf with our rival university's dean."

With the plan set in motion all of you return to your evening classes. Jiro nudges Denki in the ribs, listening to his heart race from their closeness.

"When are we going to tell her about Bakugou?" She throws her almost lover a look that he seems to wither beneath. His jaw tics before he retorts.

"I think we should wait to see if this even works first."

After a week the important meeting arrives and as you thought the Dean is already exhibiting signs of impatience. He is more than ready to wrap this up and you already know his answer is going to be no. Already trying to get it out before the four of you can even have a seat.

Still you weren't the Ice Queen on campus for nothing. You saunter into the room, mineola folder filled with your copies of counterpoints pressed firmly to your chest, you can already see he doesn't have the copies you sent him. You place the folder down and open it, leafing through the pages as you speak.

"This request is going to be approved and here are the reasons why. An example of sexism could be made that a new fraternity was approved housing, new housing, after a decades old sorority was deemed "too small" both parties are similar in count. Second funding and donations are easily influenced with letters to alumni and especially by attendees to this university. My transfer from YAU has brought in revenue of roughly 2.6 million dollars, increasing your diversity for women when this is normally a male dominated school. I am aware that my transfer had even encouraged other students from YAU to transfer here. Which I'm sure is one of your favorite bragging points to tell Dean Fraunk during your weekly golf trips isn't it? So it would truly be a shame if these points would come to light in the investigation of my return to YUA just months before the university sports festival. I do look amazing in Ice Blue you know. Matches my quirk a lot better than Maroon." You put the ball in his court, he is visibly upset, eyes flying to the facts that you've presented. All important, viable facts. You were right MMU was known to be a male dominated school and the media would have a field day if they uncovered a mistake he happened to look over. Not to mention you were his main bragging point, Dean Yuzi always talked about how he had stolen you, the female star of rising heroes, from YUA. The silence in the room is amplified by the ticking of the clock, seconds accumulating into minutes as it counts down his T time with his old college buddy and rival. He gulps nervously, knowing what he has to do in order to keep both his bragging rights and a law suit under wraps. He looks up to you as you wear your stone cold face, making him think of a loan shark who hasn't been getting their payments on time. He is fearful for your future boss.

"I believe I have no choice but to approve."

"Correct." You respond, "Now we have a bit more to discuss. I noticed that classrooms 456 and 215 are being remodeled. Those gently used flat screens will be given to our house since it is technically college property. Common space 3 and 1 are being renovated in dorms A and B. We will accept the leather arm chairs as they are in good shape but we demand a new couch. I know it is in the budget as I help plan the budget. I also believe it is time for an allowance for our hybrid house." The Dean shrinks away from your tenacity, nodding as that is all he can do.

"Well this is a generous offer and should cover most of the basic necessities such as a new fridge and mattress. The aesthetic we will be raising funds for. Kindly spread the word, we don't want to take up more of your time and be late with your 'meeting' with Dean Fraunk." You place a flyer on his desk as you turn on your heel. The rest of the sorority, mouth agape following suit. Yuzi looks down at the flyer, head hung in a mixture of disbelief and shame as he reads over the neon paper advertising a co-ed car wash.

He just hopes you and Bakugou are worth the trouble.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha imagine

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atinyarmyzen · 4 years

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𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 - js

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: demon!johnny x fem!reader

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut, demon!johnny au, supernatural au, horror

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mature content, oral (female receiving), corruption kink, slight impreg kink?, creampie, unprotected sex (use a condom pls!!), choking, spanking, pet names, size kink, bulge kink, some fluff if you squint

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3.4k

⭄ basically, you let your curiosity get the best of you

𝖆/𝖓: Soooo this may or may not be my first smut. In honor of spooky szn approaching I give you demon Johnny 😈 . I love writing dark, spooky, and supernatural au’s so if you have any other requests/ideas let ya girl know. Anyway I’m going straight to hell for this so hope you enjoy!!

You felt so ridiculous for doing this. You gathered a candle and piece of paper, you looked at the clock and waited for it to strike 3 in the morning, which you read was the best time for rituals. You recited the spell, wrote down your full name on the piece of paper and burned it in the flame of the candle. You continued to let the candle burn down, and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the words of the spell. Summoning a sex demon was the last thing you though you would do, but given your disappointment with your sex life you figured it was worth a shot.

“So it mote be.” you finished.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt cool gusts of air on your cheeks. All of the hair your neck and arms stood up, and goosebumps began to rise across your skin. It felt like the ghost of a touch across your shoulders and down your neck, the sensation immediately sending blood rushing to your clit. You were almost afraid to open your eyes, you honestly had no clue what you might see.

You sucked in a deep breath before opening your eyes, only to see flame of the candle taking its last breaths of life before going out completely. You were left in the darkness of your room, save the pale moonlight shining in through your window. You sighed in disappointment, cringing at the fact you actually thought it was working considering how worked up you were.

You decided it was all for naught and settled with going to sleep. You flopped onto your bed and tried to drift off but your sudden arousal refused to be ignored. You felt the bud between your legs become swollen with desire, along with the familiar feeling of slick now making its way down your inner thigh. This was unusual, you thought. You normally would never get this wet even if you did have a sex partner, so the fact that you were soaking through your panties completely untouched took you by surprise.

Slightly annoyed with your own arousal, you slid your hand down your stomach and dipped your fingers past the waistband of your panties. You gasped slightly as soon and the pads of your fingers brushed past your folds and grazed your swollen clit. Your breathing became labored as you began to run your middle finger up and down your lower lips before circling your sensitive bud lightly. A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“Save some for me.” A voice purred into your ear.

You yelped in surprise, your eyes snapped open and you sat up quickly. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall black figure in the opposite corner of the room. You didn’t dare look. You froze; fear flooded every nerve ending in your body, your stomach dropped, your heart beat thudding in your ears. You finally understood what it meant to be paralyzed with fear.

“I thought you were expecting me, angel. You did summon me, after all.” You heard the figure speak. You decided to be brave and turn your head to face the creature.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it still wasn’t this.

A tall, gorgeous man leaned his shoulder against your wall. His hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of what looked like a very expensive black suit. He wore a red silk shirt underneath, several of the buttons undone to show off what looked like a very toned chest. Your eyes studied his features. He had shiny black hair that was slicked back, a couple strands still loosely hanging on his forehead. His eyes were the color of honey in the moonlight, you felt like you could swim in them. He had strikingly high cheekbones and a pair of beautifully shaped lips that were curled up into a smirk.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, baby?” he chided.

“I didn’t think it would actually work.” You finally spoke in a small voice. In fact, his whole presence made you feel small. If the fact that he was much bigger than you wasn’t enough, it was his intensely seductive aura that made you feel like putty under his gaze. He chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall to saunter over to the edge of your bed, hands still in his pockets.

“Well it’s your lucky night sweetheart, I have to say your little summons was hard to refuse.” He cocked his head to the side as if he was studying you. His gaze boring into you as he shamelessly eyed your bare legs and exposed panties. “Haven’t felt this compelled to answer before.” His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip.

“So, do demons have names?” You asked honestly.

He chuckled at your question. “It’s Johnny”, he said.

You were taken aback at how normal his name sounded. “Okay Johnny.” you replied, “Are you really going to steal my soul and all that?”. He laughed again, finding your questions endearing. “No, doll face. It’s not like what you read in the stories. We simply require your energy to survive, and that energy comes from your….satisfaction.” He explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Satisfaction?” You questioned. He snickered. “Basically, the more I can get you to come for me, the more energy I receive.” He said a little too casually. You blushed at the vulgarity of his words. Johnny took notice. “You’re a cute thing, aren’t you?” he remarked.

“So are there any conditions? Nothing bad will happen to me?” You asked.

“Nope” He said. ��Only if you consider amazing sex a bad thing.” He smirked again, obviously proud of himself. You bit your lip and looked down again, feeling small. You suddenly felt his fingers lift your chin up so that your eyes met his now very dark ones. “I can leave if you don’t want this, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said with a surprisingly soft tone. You melted. “No!” you said abruptly, cringing at yourself. “I mean- I want you to stay. Please.” You said sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. Your thighs were involuntarily pressing themselves together at this point.

Johnny’s face contorted from his previously soft expression into a devilish grin, relishing in your willingness to give in to him. He decided to toy with you further, he kept his grasp on your chin and leaned in further, his breath fanning your face, his eyes locked with yours. “I need a yes, kitten.” he said in a teasing voice.

Any resolve you had vanished into thin air in that moment. “God, yes. Johnny please-“ you gasped. His lips now grazed your ear as he softly chuckled, his breath warm over your skin; you felt your heartbeat pounding between your thighs. “I’m afraid he can’t help you now, love.” Johnny purred into your ear before latching his lips to your neck. They left a trail of fire on your skin as he continued. You felt the bed dip and Johnny gently pushed you down on your bed as he hovered over you. “So pretty, angel. Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked. You were losing touch with reality, all you could manage was a small “Never.”

The demon reveled in how strong his effect was on you. “I bet your sweet little pussy tastes like candy, huh baby?” He said into your other ear this time, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he made his way down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, pushing the shirt you had on up your torso and over your breasts. You helped him by lifting you head up so he could pull your shirt completely off before discarding it somewhere on the floor. His lips were now nipping at your collarbone, and descending further until he reached your pert nipples. You immediately arched your back as he took one of them in his mouth, the feeling being utterly euphoric and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He lingered for a bit, then continuing his descent down your body leaving wet kisses in his wake before coming to the waistband of your panties. “Hope you don’t mind, darling.” He said before he used both hands to tear the fabric off your body like it was made of paper. He leaned up to reach behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully toned chest and abs. You couldn’t even protest to your ripped panties before Johnny threw your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your clit and you yelped at how incredibly sensitive you were to even the slightest touch. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart before taking a slow, languid lick from your entrance to your sensitive bud, now screaming to be touched. After what seemed like forever his tongue finally reached your clit where he closed his lips around it, gently sucking and licking with the tip of his tongue. The moans you let out sounded almost animalistic, finally getting some kind of relief.

He hummed at your reaction, the vibration of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure to your every nerve. You felt him use his other hand to dip two fingers into your weeping heat, curling them and thrusting upwards into that sweet spot. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you reeling in pleasure. “Holy fuck, Johnny.” You cursed, gasping for air. He picked up speed and pressure with his tongue and fingers, and your impeding orgasm was beginning to swell to the tipping point. It was almost like there was a moment of suspense, the a split second of what felt like teetering over the edge of a cliff. Suddenly you felt your climax crash over you like a monstrous wave. You practically screamed as it felt like electricity lit up every single nerve ending at once. You suddenly became aware of your legs shaking, and lifted your head to see that Johnny was relentless in his assault on your core, his face buried between your thighs. The muscles in his arm were rippling under his skin due to the brutal pace of his fingers. If anything, he picked up speed, attempting to help you ride out your orgasm for as along as possible.

After what felt like minutes of euphoria, you felt Johnny softly kiss your inner thighs and his hands soothingly caressing them. He crawled up your torso until his lips were in front of yours once again. “You taste so sweet baby.” He said before leaning down to connect your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You could taste yourself on him as he licked into your mouth. Your hands came to his chest, feeling his firm muscles move under his skin. You still felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his hands touched burned in the most delicious way.

Your kisses became more fervent- desperate even. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Johnny.” You breathed between kisses.

“Yeah babydoll?” He replied against your lips.

“Need you.” Was all you could muster.

“Need me where, angel?” You could hear the smirk in his lips as he teased, wanting to hear you beg.

“Inside me, please. Wanna feel full.” You whined.

“How could I say no when you sound so sweet?” Johnny chided.

He obliged by leaning up to unbuckle his belt in one swift motion and shoved his pants and boxers down. You gulped, he was huge. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You were snapped out of your trance by Johnny’s laughing. “It’s okay love, I’ll be gentle.”

You thought that he was being sarcastic until you looked at his face to see him smiling softly at you, he leaned his body over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and reached down to guide himself into your entrance. He slid in more easily than you thought, your arousal making for a frictionless entrance. Johnny’s gaze was intense, he stared down into your eyes, as if wanting to remember every detail of your face as you felt the stretch of his cock. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back in your head from how utterly full you felt. “Fuck, baby. I’d hate to destroy your pretty little cunt.” His voice sounded low and gravely. He brought his lips down to your ear “But I think I’m going to have to.”

With that pulled back only to snap his hips into yours rather roughly, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He began to set a pace that didn’t seem humanly possible, until you remembered that he wasn’t exactly human. He had a strong grip on each of your thighs before throwing one of them over his shoulder before leaning down, the new angle now allowing the ridges of his cock to brush your sweet spot. He was impossibly deep, Johnny looked down to see the bugle of his member under the skin of your lower stomach. He groaned at the sight and reached down to feel his cock pistoling in and out of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You like how I can feel myself buried in your guts baby?”

“Johnny” you breathed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reached up to one of your breasts, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching it lightly from time to time. He was everywhere, consuming all of your senses. The sensations so overwhelming that it hurdled you into your second orgasm.

“Johnny!” you practically screamed, something nobody had ever made you do before. You felt your heat convulsing almost violently around his length. You were vaguely aware of Johnny’s lips on your neck. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight love.” he said a little too sweetly.

Suddenly you felt him pull out of you, which made you lift your head up in confusion. “What about you?” you asked looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down to his still very hard length where his veiny, large hand was still languidly stroking it.

He gave you a smile that was almost alarmingly soft. It sent a shiver up your spine. He took you chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh sweetheart, it’s adorable how you think I’m finished with you.” You gulped.

“On all fours baby.” He said softly. You were quickly to oblige. Your face was pressed into the soft sheets of your bed. You felt Johnny’s hand smooth over the swell of your ass and up your spine, then back again where he landed a slap to the flesh of your asscheek. You let out a pathetic moan, the delicious sting sending blood rushing straight to your clit once again.

You felt his length slide into your folds again, still not quite used to the stretch you hissed a bit. “So perfect angel, taking me so well.” Johnny cooed, you felt the muscles of his torso pressing into the skin of your back, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Johnny, please.” you pleaded. You needed him to do something, anything. He pulled you both up to your knees. One of his arms held you against his chest, the other traveled down your body until his fingers met your abused clit. He set another brutally fast pace, you keened and arched your back. You threw your head back to rest on Johnny’s chest, allowing him to look down at your beautiful body. You heard him groan and increase his pace on your clit, while the other hand moved to cup your breast.

“So beautiful.” He whispered. You were barely coherent, your whines and moans becoming more frequent. You knew he was a demon and this was about lust, but this felt strangely- intimate. “Look.” He said lowly. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” His gaze made your stomach do flips, it felt so disarming- like he could see your deepest fears and wishes. Your jaw went slack, he took that opportunity to press his mouth to yours in sloppy, messy kisses.

His fingers continued to build pressure and speed on your clit while the slid his other hand up from your breast to curl his fingers around your neck. You felt slight pressure on the sides of your neck as his grip tightened slowly. You let out a strangled moan at the new sensation, beginning to feel light-headed and weightless in his arms. You felt your third orgasm begin to swell; Johnny’s relentless pace, his ministrations on your clit, his grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth had your whole body on fire. Your legs were about to give out and your vision was going white.

Johnny slightly loosened his grip on your neck to give you some air, he brought his lips against the shell of your ear. The tickling sensation of his breath as he whispered sent shivers down your spine. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

You let out a strangled moan, the thought of him coming inside you being surprisingly arousing. “Oh fuck.” you swore, “Please, come inside me”.

You heard him practically growl and felt him nip at your neck before he began to snap his hip up into you so hard that you felt your whole body moving with him. “Gonna come, fuck y/n.” Him moaning your name did you in, you were thrown over the edge as your third climax wracked your body. Johnny’s name left your lips like a mantra. Your walls throbbed around his length in huge waves; his pace stuttered as he spilled his load into your dripping heat.

Your body went completely slack against his, he just held you with both arms and pressed soothing kisses to your neck and cheek. He gently grabbed your chin to give you another kiss; this time soft, slow, and almost....loving.

You were suddenly aware of what was mostly likely his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. Johnny helped you lie down on your back, before disappearing for a moment. You were remotely aware of him coming back to your side as we ran a warm wet washcloth over your inner thighs to clean you up. You winced slightly when it touched your sensitive folds. Johnny shushed you gently. “It’s okay baby, just cleaning you up.”

You were floating. Your eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds. It sounded like you were underwater. Time was moving like you were in a dream. You were confused why a demon like him was being so tender and gentle with you right now. “Johnny.” you said weakly. “Yes, angel?” He replied.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, love.” He whispered in your ear as you felt him softly brush your face with his hand.

You suddenly felt as if you whole body was sinking into your soft bed. Sleep washing over you, pulling you under its waves. You looked at his gorgeous face one last time, hoping to remember what the handsome creature looked like before letting your eyes fall shut.

“See you again, darling.” echoed in your ear before you finally let go of consciousness.

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You woke with a start. You looked around your room. The candle was still there, although totally melted. You were in your bed, the sun was shining through the windows. All seemed normal. It was a dream. You sighed sadly at the thought of Johnny not being real, considered just how lucid the whole experience was. You figured it was fun while it lasted, and was probably something that your wild imagination managed to conjure up. You got up like usual, got ready and left for work.

You trudged through your door much later than you should have been, your boss making you stay several hours late. You threw your bag to the ground once you entered your room and immediately started stripping out go your work clothes in an attempt to find something more comfortable. The room was dim, only the light of a small lamp illuminating the darkness. You stood in front of your mirror as you looked at your tired face, only in your bra and underwear. Then your eyes shifted to something behind you in the corner of the room.

You shrieked and turned around only to find that the figure was standing right in front of you now. It was that familiar, handsome face. His perfect lips curled up into that signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“Remember me?”

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 3 years

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I think it's perfect || Hongseok

First one of my soulmate aus! I will be making this a bit festive since December is coming and when I post this it will be December and even if I'm not christian or that much for Christmas I love the music made for the holidays they give a warm and welcoming feeling.

Synopsis: Where you can hear when your soulmate is singing and vise versa

Pairing: Hongseok x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none! Slight bickering though

Gif credits to owner~

It started when you where 8 that you started hearing your soulmate sing, for all people it was different ages where it started but for you it was 8 when you heard him sing. Working on a school project you got shocked when you heard a boys voice start singing a happy birthday to what you where assuming was one of his friends, asking your parents if that was normal they laughed and nodded their heads yes remembering when they'd go to birthday parties and hear the other one singing for a friend.

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As you two started growing in your teenage years the boy had a beautiful voice which left you self conscious so the only time you'd be singing is when you'd do it mindlessly. Unknown to you your soulmate was confused on why you didn't sing as much but he had no way to poke at it to find out, he enjoyed your singing voice and liked hearing it even if it stopped him from sleeping sometimes from your late night studying with playlists in the background.

One of your most embarrassing yet meaningful moments with your soulmate was when you where really scared on how your grades would be in your project you worked hard on that was supposed to be a group project yet you ended up being the only one to work on it leaving it sloppy in parts. Grading came back getting a D you where distraught since it was an assignment that meant a lot for your grade and you feared your parents reaction. Not being able to stop the tears running through your face you tried to listen to music that would comfort you deciding to humm the lyrics quietly. Your soulmate took quick action being able to hear the sobs in your humming he worried for you, you where his soulmate after all.

"It's okay~ you'll be okay~" he sang, he wanted to comfort you but didn't know what to do since he can only communicate through singing. You smiled taking note at how your soulmate is sweet for trying to help, not sure if he was singing a song but you realized from your humming he probably heard your muffled sobs through the song.

"I'll be okay~" you sang shaky while laughing. He couldn't help but feel warm hearing your laugh effect the 'okay.' Through this interaction he wondered what other things he could talk to you about through singing for how much the laws of singing soulmates would allow.

It's a warm moment you hold with you, it also started the asking questions in a sing song voice or communicating through the songs you're listening to with that.

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Even though you weren't the most confident in your voice you really wanted to communicate with him. Thinking on different ways to start conversation through a song or a sing song voice you'd seem to back out easily. You've also spent times thinking about how you'll meet him, will you be able to tell it's him just from his voice? What will happen if you hear him sing in front of you? Many questions you don't have the answer too but nonetheless you see still are eager to meet him, sleeping on those questions you waited till morning to brainstorm a bit. Waking up you brushed your teeth and got ready for the day but since it was a weekend you didn't have much to do so you searched up songs on youtube to play. You where struggling to pick a song but decided with L.O.V.E by Frank Sinatra to listen to as you cleaned your room up mindlessly you started to sing along to the song swaying your body as you folded clothing.

"L is for the way you look at me~ O is for the only one I see~" you sang letting yourself let go for a moment to just enjoy the warm feeling that was being created.

"V is very very extraordinary~" Your soulmate sang along morning voice active in how he sang obviously sleepy, you found it cute that he knew the song and sang along; it wasn't uncommon for him to jump into the songs you where listened too but you where always pleasantly surprised from him knowing the song. You also couldn't help to admit how dreamy his voice is, he definitely was gifted in vocals and that you where sure of.

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Sleepovers with your best friend where always pleasant, she gave the most welcoming space to you whenever you came over. Baking cookies she got reminded of a certain someone and went quick to tell you about him.

"Soooo y/n there's this guy that I think you'd hit it off with amazingly. He's from the cooking workshop I have been going to this week and I became his friend early on and I think you two would make a great pair, can you please please please let me play match maker just one time?" She said to you looking at you with plead in her eyes, chuckling at her please you decided to hear more into her reasoning before accepting the offer of match making.

"Okay okay tell me more about him,, I'm a little unsure since what if he's not my soulmate?" You said.

"But !! To counteract what if he IS your soulmate?? And he's tall, muscular, very sweet, charming, smart and a really good cook and you're love for food and his match well" She said laughing, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to give it a shot she genuinely seems to like him as a match for you out the different times she's tried to play match maker this one seems different.

"Okay fine but if the date goes wrong you owe me okay?" Nudging her shoulder

"Deal." Your friend said nudging you right back

"Wait what's his name?"

"Hongseok" your friend said with a wink causing you to to your eyes. You soon began to smell a little bit of burning quickly making in the question.

"how long have the cookies been in there?"

"Oh fu-"

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You friend doing her magic in getting the okay to give you his phone number for a date you couldn't help but get a little nervous, what if things are awkward? What if he's not like how she says he is and he's only like that with her since he's trying to impress her? Millions of questions pop up until she texts you.

The best girl: his number is ×××-×××-×××× thank me later😘

The roll on your eyes could not be stronger but you typed his number in your phone and went to text him

Y/n: hey is this Hongseok?

Hongseok?: Yes it is 😊 I'm guessing your y/n?

Y/n: so do you want to grab coffee Saturday? We could get to know each other?

Hongseok: sounds like a plan☺️

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All the days leading to Saturday many thoughts where taken and texts where sent back and forth so you weren't complete strangers and he was genuinely really sweet and you did have a lot in common, you hadn't checked up on your soulmate through sing quizzing in a while so you where nervous in some senses since what if this is your soulmate? Or what if he's not? So many questions but you'd rather let them stay blank for now instead of stressing further.

Walking down the sidewalk you started humming a holiday tune wether it be Michael Buble or Frank Sinatra you where having a euphoric moment in the giddy feeling over going on a date with the snow falling down your excitement was prominent. The sweet feeling had a curl to it when your soulmate started humming to, what if you're meeting him? But what if you're not and he's so cutely humming with you? Not wanting to have this moment you stopped humming and quickly started moving towards the end of the block where the cafe was at.

Once reaching it you went inside standing near the entrance so he'd see you when walking in, going to text him on your phone saying you where here was quickly stopped once you got a tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me are you y/n?" Turning around seeing a tall unbelievably handsome boy say to you, standing their taking in his features you noted his cute brown hair and big lips, he looked like a cute tall ducky in which you smiled at him before getting too lost in thought.

"Yes that's me" You said smiling brighter with a light chuckle causing him to flash a smile right back.

"Would you like to order with me?" He said taking his hand out for you to hold, taking his hand in yours nodding; your heart stumbled at how nice it felt to be on a date and how cute he was.

Once ordering drinks and getting to your table you began to start talking together.

"So what did you do before getting here?"

"Well I got ready made sure to look nice, then went on my walk to hear humming a few tunes not the most interesting things" saying with nervous laughter, you saw his eyes shoot up.

"What where you humming?" He said quickly.

"Oh just your usual holiday season music like 'It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas' simple songs like that." You said starting to think about your soulmate and see if this could be the make or break if this was your soulmate.

"This may sound crazy but you might be my soulmate." He said ears red.

"Did you hum along the tune with me?" Saying barely above whisper. He quickly nodded at you looking down at your hands that where still connected giving it a tight squeeze.

"To attest can you sing for me? I know my soulmates voice like no other at this point." You said smiling causing him to go beat red, you both knew you where most definitely right but not too bad to be careful.

"L is for the way you look at me" Once he sang you knew it was him, the smile beaming on your face your heart couldn't help but melt at the simple reference for song choice.

"I can attest it's you, you're voice is gorgeous Hongseok. I wish mine was as good as yours" You said with a blush growing on your face.

"No matter how you feel about your voice I think it's perfect."

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a-student-out-of-time · 3 years

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Wow, nice to see that Kimika is going to help - but counting what she mention about raising Tomoe; I bet if you all met her like... a few weeks ago before the Storm stuff and counting how you all thought parents were garbage before; you'd all probably think she's the worse despite her realizing that she was wrong, right?

I suppose so...losing my husband was one of the most difficult, painful experiences I’ve ever gone through. And in a way, I can understand what Maiko-san must be experiencing.

I simply shut down for a time, but she’s tried her best to adapt to her situation. I don’t agree with her decisions...but I’m thankful she’s at least still moving forward.

(Look, we know we screwed up assuming things about everyone’s parents, okay? You don’t need to keep reminding us.)

I’m glad you’re doing better, sensei.

Thank you, dear. I’m feeling much better these days, especially with the time I get to spend with Tomoe.

Were you a teacher before you came to Hope’s Peak?

No, it was my first experience teaching.

I’ll admit there were times I didn’t quite trust Tomoe’s classmates, especially Eito-kun.

Perhaps I was a little overprotective.

Soooo, how’d they get together? Do you know?

Despite what many may think from initially hearing about her talent, Tomoe enjoys video games and manga. Eito-kun does as well, and from there, they simply found a lot of common ground.

It also helps that I knew his mother.

His mother was in your class too?

No, she was a Reserve Course student. Her name was Kobayashi Reiko, and...well...

Something strange happened with her during her time in school. We never quite found what it was, but she behaved a little...oddly afterward. And whatever it was, it claimed her life at age 30, leaving her two sons behind.

I’m s-sorry that happened...

Did they ever tell you what it was, after you became a teacher?

They described it as a sort of neurodegenerative disorder, akin to Crutzfeld-Jakob or early-onset Alzheimer’s Disease, but they didn’t elaborate further. Only that it caused physical and mental changes in her. Whatever it may have been, her sons don’t show any signs of it, thank God.

And you said this happened...while she was in the Reserve Course...?

Yes? Why?

Hmm...n-nothing, it just...reminded me of a friend. He knows more about this stuff than I do.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #nwpm #neo world program monitor #Chiaki Nanami #kimika kimura #Mikan Tsumiki #a student out of time #DR #Family Feud Arc

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Okay,

I really like team 7 (both Naruto's and Boruto's).

But I have to say that my FAVORITE mixed Shonen squad is Jujutsu Kaisen's 1st Years, Gojo Team.

They are really in sync, and at first glance we might draw some parallels to Kishimoto's adorable genin: we have the lovable fool with sealed murderous demon, the cool brooding guy with a majestic bloodline and a sad background, the energic fierce girl with a loud personality and the genius white haired apparently neglectful but caring sensei.

But I feel that in jujutsu the gang is more balanced. Maybe it's the fact that they view each other as equals and are developed with similar care.

It is clear that Itadori is the protagonist. And we have a hidden legacy power awaiting Megumi down the line. But Nobara has her own goals and motivations that do not relate in any way to the boys. Not to mention the progression of her powers and personality. This is something I always felt Sakura could have benefited more from. Don't get me wrong, I'm a complete Sakura fan. But I feel that much of her growth was a bit overshadowed by the fact that all of her story revolved around Sasuke and Naruto. And she didn't get much attention from kishi, compared to the boys, or even Kakashi. So her character always seemed a little shallow. This is the same Bleach and even My Hero Academia (the girls are never as explored or acknowledged as the guys)

And this is pattern repeated across the shonen genre. A pattern that has no real reason to exist, since girls also are considered an audience for the genre and having female as protagonists, or at least well developed characters, only makes the work better (ask Miyazaki).

Kishimoto once said that he did not know how to write female characters. A good start point would be to pretend they are guys. Attribute to them the same depth of feeling you would to a male character. Do for them the same complex story and motivations. And have them be females at the end.

No need for the overly dramatic antics (comedy might be excused), no need to focus only on the romance plot (it is usually the main plot for the girl and a subplot for the boy), no need for shallow stereotypes. I don't even mind the fan service, do go on to sell your merch. But I bet you would sell even more if the characters were more interesting.

We have had some development on the shonen female character trope: the Promised Neverland gave us protagonist perfection on Emma (including talking no jutsu). Not to mention villain master Mom and side villain.

Shingeki no Kyogin gave us bad ass Mikasa (more or less since her life revolves around Eren, but it's understandable why), it also gave us a plethora of good and diverse female soldiers and even a mad sadistic scientist!

Black Clover (bad animation as it may have) gave us Noelle (she may be head over heels for Asta, but her plot is about self worth, untapped potential and overcoming trauma), she has a back story, goals, motivation and powers unrelated to Asta. All the female characters in black clover seem to have a love story going on, which is a pity. But at least they are as strong as the male characters.

And I don't say we should only have badass female characters that are stronger then anybody. But also several types of strenght and weaknesses. What I want to see more are COMPLEX WELL DEVELOPED FEMALE CHARACTERS. Just as we have male ones.

We could also mention Fairy Tail and One Piece as early examples of female characters on the same level as male ones (at least on some aspects)

And then we have Nobara and Jujutsu Kaisen.

Not as strong as the others, still beggining, but with potential. She has a strong personality, a simple and yet nice background. A flawed and still lovable character. She is selfish and considerate, childish and brave. Pragmatic and loyal. She becames friends with the guys (which is much more believable than falling for any of them) and interacts with them like a normal girl. Kishimoto once said that Sakura was supposed to be a normal teenage girl. But I feel like Nobara is a much more faithful depiction of one (either western or Eastern). Including the "shallow" interests of shopping, eating sweets, sightseeing and etc.

We also have a female version of rock Lee sort of. Not able to see curses, but still a master of cursed weapons. I remember thinking why Rock Lee couldn't be female, and now we have a version that is just soooo good!

I love Nobara and the characters of Jujutsu. I hope we see more of this type of female characters in shonen. And I love the interaction of the main trio.

I love the anime I talked about and by no means do I want to shit on them. Anime has come a long way with female representation. All I'm saying is that we can go further, we need to go further.

I know I went on a tangent here, but well. It's my Tumblr.

Thank you for reading my essay.

#team7 #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen #nobarakugisaki #naruto #fairy tail #shingeki no kyoujin season 3 #female #character analysis #shonen #anime girl #anime gif #character concept #female character #boku no hero acadamia

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browniefox · 3 years

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Just Sit and Talk to Me

@wrightfamilyweek day 5 - Love Language. I'm not sure if I really captured this prompt, but I definitely gave it a try! You can read this chapter on AO3 here if that's more your style.

Trucy struggles with being a very young professional while also being a student.

oOo

“No, no, no! It’s not supposed to go like that!”

Trucy shouts up to the ceiling. The nice thing about living out of an office is that it actually seems to be better to be loud after-hours, because everybody has already left. Trucy’s now old enough it’s started to seem a bit more weird that they’re even allowed to live in the office. She asked Daddy about it once, and he said that he has some kind of agreement with the landlord, and doesn’t elaborate. Trucy imagines this must be like the Delites, or Gummy and Maggey, or anybody else that Daddy knows from his Lawyer days, where he helped them out over something, and now they’re trying to do the best they can to help him, even if he doesn’t like getting help. It makes as much sense as anything else does.

Anyway, that’s all to say that Trucy doesn’t feel bad about shouting at late'o clock and stomping her feet around. The nice thing about being raised as a magician is that she knows a lot of neat tricks. The not so nice thing about your magical family falling apart is that you have to figure out more tricks on your own. And the only performance you were a part of when you were in the troupe was helping your Daddy run away from the cops and giving your new Daddy the piece of evidence that got him disbarred.

See, Trucy isn’t a kid anymore. She’s a Teenager, and she can’t rely on her cuteness to keep her going for ever, nor the fact that she’s the only Gramarye still performing; nobody, including her, has heard from Uncle Valant in five years. She may have that Gramarye magic, that special spark, but the problem is that a spark doesn’t make performance. Practice, preparation, and creativity makes a performance.

And right now, Trucy doesn’t have much of a performance.

All she has is broken little pieces that aren’t working together, and she’s getting tired of trying to stick them together with glue.

“I hate it! I hate performing! I hate magic! I hate this!” Trucy shouts and stomps around her room because she can.

She feels drained, and tired, and maybe if she hasn’t been spending soooo much time studying for the end-of-year tests, she’d be a bit more focused, but she also doesn’t want to let her daddy down so she has to get good grades but then if she’s focusing on getting good grades how is she supposed to put together her summer show and-and-and-

“I HATE THIS!” Trucy screams, pulling at her hair.

“Truce?”

Trucy freezes where she stands and looks at the clock. It’s already midnight? When did it get that late? There’s a knocking on her door, one she hadn’t heard before but has the cadence of something that had already been done a few times before now, having a bit of urgency behind it.

“Truce, you okay in there?”

“Y-yeah Daddy! I’m fine! Just, um, just part of the-the uh, the show!” She calls back. She doubts even the worst competitors Daddy has played poker against would fall for her lie right now, and her daddy definitely doesn’t.

“Can I come in?”

“Just, um, just give me a minute!”

Trucy runs around her room, shoving the ripped props that hadn’t survived her most recent mess-up of the runthrough into her closet and the background details under bed. She checks her mirror, trying to see if she looks well put together. She has some dark circles under eyes, and there’s no time to put some make-up on to conceal it, but she can hide her frazzled hair with her hat. Her cape is all wrinkled, but she can fix that in the morning. She puts on her most dazzling smile, already knowing that this is a losing fight, that this isn’t going to work, but what other choice does she have but to try?

“Okay Daddy, you can come in!” She chirps and Daddy comes in. He has dark circles under his own eyes too, and Trucy knows that normally, if she hadn’t been screaming and drawn his attention, he would’ve gone into the office room and started working on his Secret Project for a couple more hours before going to bed.

“Is everything okay?” He asks in that voice where he clearly already knows the answer but is giving her the chance to just Tell Him.

“Y-yeah, everything’s fine, Daddy.”

Daddy frowns, and he fiddles with the little green charm he likes to wear around his wrist or neck, one she’s seen the Feys wear before. He comes into her room and sits down on her bed, looking at her patiently.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He presses.

“Not really.” She tries to sound defiant but she just sounds sad.

“Please, sweetie? You can talk to Daddy about anything, you know?”

“... I don’t think I can do this.” She says, small and quiet, barely more than a whisper. She almost expects her First Daddy to burst through the door right then and there, appalled and affronted.

“Do what?”

“Be… me .” She scrambles and fails to find a way to explain it. Because being a magician isn’t just something she can stop doing. Trucy Wright is a Magician, it’s written in her blood, but just thinking about trying to put together her show makes her want to scream again. Considering taking a ‘break’ and doing homework instead gets the same internal response.

How is she supposed to make either of her Daddy’s happy?

“Oh, Trucy.” Daddy says and pulls her into his lap. She doesn’t fit as perfectly there as she used to, and she finds herself hesitating before clinging to him. He’s so tired all the time, she doesn’t want to put this on him. It’s dumb, because it’s not a ‘want to’, these things are a ‘have to’. She has to do them. But she doesn’t want to, it feels like she’s getting crushed by it.

“I don’t want to take dumb tests! I don’t want to revamp my show! I don’t want to do anything!” She shouts into his shoulder. Daddy rubs her back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. What’s so bad about those things?”

“Everything!” She wails.

“C’mon, it can’t be everything.”

She curls up further into a ball, making another frustrated noise, but her daddy’s presence, like it always does, is already doing wonders to clear her cluttered-up head. He has this way, where it’s like sometimes he can just take a hold of the cluttered-up mess in her head and lay it out plain and simple. But only if she lets him. There’s been times, where he’s stared at her, and asked her quiet little questions, and she’s made it plain to him that she doesn’t want to be doing this right now, and he’s sighed and left her to it.

“... there’s not enough time,” She explains. Daddy doesn’t say anything waiting for her to continue on, “Not enough time to-to-to do everything! I… Daddy, I need to get my summer show ready, and I need to study for tests, and keep up on homework, and then I need to perform twice a week, and… Daddy, where did all the time go?”

“If I knew, I wish I could tell ya.” Daddy sighes with his entire being, like he’s wilting into her. Trucy tries to curl up even tighter, like it’s just a matter of a little trick in order to turn into being an eight-year-old again, and able to be carried around by her Daddy if she needed to be.

“Daddy, I… I don’t wanna…” Trucy isn't sure what she’s trying to say, and the words get all tangled and caught up in her throat.

“Well… let’s start with what we have power over, yeah? You can’t stop going to school, so after tomorrow night’s show, we’ll go talk to Mr. Wunderbar and tell him you need to take a break from performing.” Daddy decides. Trucy gasps, tugging on his hoodie.

“No! But, Daddy, I’m finally doing two shows a week-”

“Truce, it’s okay,” Daddy pulls back and cups Trucy’s face in his hands. It’s only been recently, since she finally became a teenager, she’d been allowed to do more shows, “You’re still a little girl, you need time to be a little girl. So, how about until the end of the school year, no more shows. In the summer, maybe we’ll think about doing more? Once a month at first?”

“B-but-” Trucy starts to complain. Daddy taps her nose.

“Sorry pumpkin, but I might have to put my foot down on this one. No more shows until Summer. I can help you try and put your next one together, if you’d like, but right now we get through one thing, and then we tackle the next, okay?

“But I’m a teenager now! And-and-and I finally get to do two shows a week! And the mo-” Trucy’s teeth clack shut. There’s that joke about Trucy being the money-maker, the bread-winner, of their small family, but she was sure Daddy didn’t know that she was aware of just how true that was. Daddy does, indeed, blink in surprise, and then something akin to sadness falls over his face. Shame, perhaps? If it is, it’s a different color than what used to come over him those first couple years when people asked him about his old lawyer profession.

“... we’ll get through without, Trucy. I’m not letting anything happen to us. You need to come first, in front of that, okay?”

Trucy opens her mouth to argue again, but she’s so tired, and Daddy’s so tired, and a break? A break from five straight years of performances…? It sounds kind of nice.

She sits in her Daddy’s lap, marinating in his idea, coming to terms with it. Daddy doesn’t say anything more.

And it feels like a night of honestly, and truth, and reality, and so, tripping across Trucy’s tongue and off her lips is a truth she never tries to say, because her daddy is just so so busy.

“I wish you were home more.”

“...”

“I like talking to you, and being with you, and you’re always at work, or working on your secret project, and there’s nobody else to talk to about these kinds of stuff. I… I miss you, Daddy, even when you’re here.” She admits. She looks at her Daddy’s face, and his eyes do that thing where they fix on a spot below her face, and a shiver runs through him.

“... there we go.” He says, but he doesn’t sound happy about it.

“If we’re going to, to change things about my routine and everything, can we… can we change things… so that you’re home more?”

Daddy isn’t looking her in the eyes, looking down at her bed comforter.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning? Huh?”

Trucy holds onto her Daddy for a bit longer.

She’s heard comments from parents at school, picking their kids up, about watching their kids grow up and grow away from them. Trucy feels a little like she’s seeing the exact opposite happening slowly through these past five years.

She lost her first Daddy all at once, and her new Daddy is slipping through her fingers like sand.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #wrightweek21 #fanfiction #fanfic #it's the fam #trucy's love language is supposed to be quality time #and phoenix is touch #browniefox writes

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