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inazumass · 2 years

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No Turning Back

Working for the Kamisato Clan was no easy task, nor was living so far away from home. Thankfully, you're surrounded by people who care about and support you much to your dismay at times. Still, they'll always remind you that no matter what you're going through you will never have to face it alone.

These first couple chapters are mostly just setting up for everything I have planned moving forward, there will be some slight spoilers for anyone who isn't caught up but they will be tagged accordingly. This fic is very self indulgent and somewhat of a vent piece but nothing extreme will be touched on here. Gender Neutral pronouns used for reader so that anyone can enjoy.

Tags: SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Family Issues, Platonic Ayaka/Reader, Platonic Thoma/Reader, Ayato/Reader, Thoma/Reader, Implied Ayato/Reader Crush, Self Indulgent, Slight Angst, Eventual Romance/Smut/Fluff, Forbidden Love, Unrequited Love, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining

Chapter 1: The Gardener

Kamisato Ayato, head of the Kamisato clan and current leader of the Yashiro commission, was Inazuma's most handsome smooth talker. A distant man with a multitude of servants who would happily oblige his every command. He was a strong leader, merciful and kind. Sly as a fox and quick witted, the perfect commander. Though he would never dream of ordering his people to do anything he didn't seem absolutely necessary, they would happily follow him to the ends of the Earth and back. You, of course, were no different from the rest in that regard. You followed his every order without hesitation, assisting in your duties no matter what they entailed. Really though, that rarely ever involved much more than tending to the garden at the estate.

It was a simple job, good pay and a place that provided a roof over your head. This was more than enough to keep your family happy knowing that their eldest child was safe and sound. Even if it meant you were separated by a vast ocean. As travelling merchants they could do little to support you, and knowing you were in good hands was the best they could ever hope for. What you hadn't expected upon taking the job, however, was the liking that the commissioner had taken to you almost immediately.

Perhaps it was your gentle smile, or maybe it was something about the way your delicate hands moved against the flowers with such grace and ease that had drawn him in. But your charm, your wit, and your sarcastic nature always kept him coming back for more. Even if his visits with you were limited to short chats in the garden it was easy for any outsider to tell that he didn't treat you the way he treated the other servants, much to their dismay.

This was something Thoma and Ayaka would tease you endlessly about. You'd known the pair for some time now, Thoma being the one who had initially assisted you in securing the job here. Though Lady Akaya was much more subtle with her words when teasing, well aware of her duties to uphold her reputation. It was as you pondered this thought that you felt a cool chill run up your spine. Without looking up you knew immediately who it was.

"Good afternoon [Name]" her timid voice greeted you.

"Lady Ayaka," you smiled, "out for a stroll?"

She smiled, the corners of her lips twitching up in delight as she stood a polite distance away. "I wanted to come say hello to you. You've been working all morning, I thought perhaps you could use a break." It was not often that she had time available to come and see you, so she cherished every moment that she could spare to spend with you in the garden. Usually it was during the later hours when most of the staff had turned in for the night but today she had finished her training early.

"Oh, I'm not sure if I should, my lady. I have quite a bit more work to do before the sun sets..." You replied, though your hands slowed their careful work. Perhaps it was rude to decline such an offer, you wondered as your hands stilled. Still, you could feel the eyes of passers by digging into your back as she stopped to speak to you. This, you recalled, was the reason you kept your distance these days… or at least that’s what you told yourself. The others would often accuse you of getting special treatment from your bosses. No one likes a teacher’s pet.

"Please, I insist." She replied with a wave of her hand. "I'm sure the flowers can wait. After all, we have time before the sun sets tonight. Why don't you come join me for tea?"

You nodded then, understanding that there was no use in attempting to shake her off today. Either you would remain stubborn enough for her to back down with a deflated look that made your stomach churn, or you would give in and suffer through the sideways glances and hushed whispers from the other servants and guests at the estate. There was no winning this battle, and there was no point either. "With pleasure, my lady." Though the two of you were close, it was in your best interest to keep your friendship on the down low lest the other servants resent you for it.

After gathering up your equipment and setting it aside you followed her inside to a room away from all the prying eyes. "How have you been today, my lady?" You inquired as she motioned for you to have a seat with her.

Ayaka sighed softly, knowing that no matter how many times she told you that it was fine to call her by name you would keep up this polite façade. Especially when you weren't completely in private. The memory of speaking to you through a screen in the early days of your friendship was fresh in her mind and these days it was almost as though it had never left. The thought made her chest ache in a way she wasn't fond of. She refused to dwell on it for long. "Good," the pale girl replied with a half-hearted smile. Had you met in any other manner, perhaps it wouldn't be this difficult for you.

"I was hoping you might join us for dinner tonight." Her words were chosen carefully, well aware that you would hesitate to accept her offer. The walls that you were slowly building around yourself not only made her uneasy, but concerned as well. When you opened your mouth to speak she cut you off before you could decline, speaking in that same hopeful tone only with a hint of more urgency this time. "Thoma will be joining as well, and I'm sure my brother would be happy to see you."

She watched your expression as you pondered the idea. Of course it was fine, but your status worried you as well... you didn't want to inadvertently taint the Kamisato reputation with your presence. But you could see the sparkle in her eyes when she invited you, and with another bow of your head you responded. "I'd be honoured."

After all, it would be rude to decline such an offer from your boss, would it not? You wondered if the others would care at all, or if they would simply see it as yet another way you were trying to weasel yourself into a position of unearned power over them. This, of course, was not your intention. It was not often that you would indulge in such things as you'd spent much of your life barely scraping by. It was not an easy task by any means, but it was what you were used to. In a way it was much more comfortable than your cosy little room here at the estate with sheets fresh and pillows fluffed

"It will be nice to be able to catch up. After all, I have missed your company these days." Ayaka replied tentatively. She had picked up early on on how you'd withdrawn recently, and she feared that your friendship was slipping away like sand through her fingers. "It's been a while."

You sighed then, feeling your heart flip in your chest. You bowed your head a moment as you understood the motive behind her invitation. "I'm sorry... I'm just...." You couldn't find the words. When the silence had stretched on long enough that it was clear you had no intention of ending that sentence she finished the thought for you, as if it were clear to everyone but you.

"Homesick?"

A nod from you was the only confirmation you could muster. "You know... You can take time off to go see your family, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem with Ayato-"

"I can't." You admitted, expanding on that before she could protest. "I wouldn't know what to say." Perhaps you weren't ready, or maybe you couldn't bear the thought of your parents' reaction to the person you had become in your absence. Your cheeks burned when you realised you had cut her off, quickly stuttering out a soft apology. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you with my own petty drama."

"But we're friends, [Name]. I can tell you anything and I would hope that you might trust me enough to do the same for me." Her eyebrows knit together subtly as her concern grew. This couldn't have been easy for you. Though your situation was quite different, she'd seen the way that Thoma would get when he was feeling a similar sort of longing for your shared hometown. "They would understand." She assured you as she reached forward, her dainty hands cupping yours gently. "Mondstat is the land of freedom after all... Why shouldn't they be proud of you for expressing the will of your Archon?"

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as she spoke. "Could we maybe talk about something else... for now?"

With a sad smile, she nodded. "Of course."

The two of you continued on shortly after that, changing the subject with ease and slipping into something much more comfortable. The two of you spoke more about what you'd been up to lately, and caught up briefly while you wrapped up your break. She had been busy with her seemingly never ending training, you with your detailed work in the gardens.

Ayaka always said the roses always looked better after you worked, as if your loving hands coaxed them out of their buds and into the brilliant bursts of colour they were now. You had a way with them, which made it much easier for the siblings to find excuses to keep you here at the estate. No one else could do the work you do, Ayato would say if anyone dared question your living situation, Thoma was always quick to back him up, you were a valuable staff member after all. For who would look after the grounds if it weren't for you? Certainly not Thoma with his schedule, Ayaka and Ayato certainly couldn't. You are irreplaceable aside from your skill, but the way you worked with the garden made it easier to squash any debates about your standing.

Once your work was finished for the day you retired to your living quarters in order to ready yourself for dinner tonight. Even after taking your time to chat with Ayaka you had managed to finish your work early, earning you just enough time to lay in your bed and contemplate your earlier discussion. Why, you wondered, did you have to be so painfully lucky here. Why did she have to notice? But of course, the Kamisatos were nothing if not kind and compassionate. It was easier here, you thought to yourself with a huff. There was no need to tiptoe around the matter, here you didn't have to put on a show for anyone. Save for the occasional side eye from the guards, you were free to be utterly and completely yourself.

Perhaps this was why the thought of going back to Mondstat was so troublesome. After all this time, you were still afraid and yet you couldn't completely grasp /why/. Your family was happy for you, supportive of the life that you had made for yourself here and the name you carried on. Your gaze fluttered over to the stack of unopened letters on your bedside table as you were lost in thought. The envelopes all addressed to a person you no longer recognized as yourself. It made your chest tighten the more you thought about it and you brushed the notion away with a turn of your body once more. You'd write them tomorrow, you convinced yourself despite the fact that you'd said it many times before.

Thankfully, you didn't have much time to be alone with your thoughts tonight. You wondered for a moment if your friend knew and if that happened to be a part of the reason why she had invited you out tonight. It didn't take much wondering until you realised that that was precisely why Ayaka had chosen today to invite you. It seemed that perhaps her good looks were not the only thing she had in common with her brother, but of course you knew that already. You cursed yourself internally as you stripped off your uniform so that you might be able to rid yourself of the day's troubles.

It was at that moment that you heard the door of your room slide open.

Your head whipped around in an instant, arms flying up in an effort to cover yourself with a gasp. Before it slammed shut again you caught a glimpse of The Chief Retainer of the Kamisato Clan's face, silently cursing himself for having been so clumsy.

"I-I I'm sorry!" He stammered out from beyond the thin partition. Though you could only just barely see his silhouette but you could tell that he had his head in his hands.

"Don't you ever knock?!" You practically squeaked back at him, still frozen in your awkward position from earlier. Too stunned to move, too embarrassed to break the silence that grew between the two of you, you stood there like a statue. Silently, you prayed to Celestia that he would just go away and leave you to wallow in self pity.

The Archons, however, were not so kind. Either your prayers were heard and quickly cast aside or you simply hadn't prayed hard enough because the blonde broke the silence shortly afterwards.

"I'm sorry, I tried calling out to you a few times but you didn't answer and I was worried something might be wrong, I... I can come back later if that's alright with you..." His voice slowly fell away, trailing off into the distance despite him not moving a muscle as he waited for you to respond.

Damn it. Now it was your turn to curse yourself. Of course, you must have been too lost in thought to notice when he'd called out to you. Of course that was not something uncharacteristic of you in times like these. It was almost scary how well you were able to tune the world out as you fell deeper and deeper into the thoughts that threatened to consume you at times. "I'm sorry, I must have been distracted... Just... Just let me get dressed." Those words must have left your mouth without your permission as you cringed internally at them. Why did you have to say that? You should have lied, told him you were sick and that you couldn't come to dinner tonight.

Ayaka would understand. You didn't want to face him now, especially not knowing how much of you he had actually seen in the brief moment the door had been open. Unfortunately you couldn't take it back now, lest you risk worrying him further. Hesitating a moment as you considered your options, you reluctantly changed into your best clothes for dinner tonight, taking a moment to fix up your hair in the process.

“You can come in now.” You said as you poked your head out through the opening, putting on a polite little smile as you opened the sliding door to your living quarters.

Thoma greeted you with a bright smile, cheeks still flushed a brilliant pink from earlier. “Sorry about-” You stopped him, gently placing a finger to his lips in order to shut him up. “Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A bold faced lie, but he accepted it without complaint. Only a soft sound of agreement and a slight nod before you took your hand away. An awkward silence fell once more between the two of you as you waited for what he had to say to you. After all, it isn’t everyday that Ritou’s fixer comes knocking at your door.

“I didn’t see anything-”

“Thoma.”

“Sorry…”

He looked away from you again and if you didn’t know any better you could swear he was lying to make you feel better. You didn’t want to think about that either, the thought made you nauseous and stirred up butterflies you’d rather not address. “Did you need something?”

“ Oh! ” It was like he’d snapped out of a trance, suddenly returning to his usual bubbly self. “I have to run into town and pick up some things for Lord Kamisato and I was wondering if you might like to accompany me for the walk.” The blond smiled, that same hopeful look in his eyes that Ayaka had earlier. With a sigh, you wondered if perhaps she had put him up to this. The thought caused you to deflate a bit, that heavy feeling in your chest growing for a reason you couldn’t put your finger on. “It’s okay if you’d rather be alone for now, I just thought it might be fun to have some company for once.” That was true, however it had been some time since you had left the estate and he was beginning to think that some time outside might be good for you.

“Ah- I…” You searched for some sort of excuse but your mind drew a blank. “I’d be happy to.”

I can't wait to write more for this one, I really hope you guys enjoy <3 If it's not super obvious, the reader is implied to be trans but I wanted everyone to be able to read regardless of gender identity so I tried to keep it a little more vague here. Depending on how it's received I may make it more obvious going forward.

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

As soon as those words left Love Helm's mouth, Matrona instantly jumped forwards and begin punching Griamore in the stomach.

"Matrona is too fast for Griamore and she rushed in and let loose in a flurry of punches!" Love Helm commentates while jumping up and down. Matrona continues her punches only to gasp in surprise when a purple aura of sum sort glows on his stomach.

"I can't allow myself to be defeated." He says, looking down at Matrona. "It isn't anything personal." The purple glow soon turns spreads all around his body, creating a sphere around his body. "This is my magical ability." The purple sphere cracks the ground as it encases his body. Matrona is left outside of the sphere. "WALL!"

"How original" Y/N snorts, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Hey, judging by that guy's power…" Ban trails off.

"He's another holy knight?" Meliodas questions. Matrona goes back to punching the purple sphere, her punching increasing speed but nothing is working. The purple wall begins growing bigger, pushing Matrona back.

"My wall is a symbol of my resolve to protect Princess Veronica," Griamore says, making the sphere bigger. "I insist that you leave the ring." Matrona is pushed to the edge of the ring, struggling to push against the purple sphere. "I'll be advancing to the final round. If Princess Veronica were to command it, I would bring anyone to their knees even the Eight Deadly Sins, even Meliodas and Y/N themselves!"

"Oh yeah?" Matrona asks, pulling back one arm. "That's not gonna happen!" She brings her fist down onto the purple wall, this time cracking a hole into it. Griamore's eyes widen that someone has broken through his wall. Matrona runs to him and uppercuts him, sending him out of his wall and flying away. Through all the commotion, Matrona's hat fell off, revealing her long brown hair…It's Diane! She lifts her hand with a pointing finger.

"Griamore has left the ring! Then by default, the winner is Matrona!" Love Helm announces, causing everyone to cheer for her. "This sweet young girl had just taken out a hulk of a man with a single punch! This year's fighting festival is one to remember folks!"

"There's no way it's here," Ban says.

"And now I know more why she smelt familiar," Y/N says. "B-But how!" King rubs his eyes with his sleeve, not believing the sight in front of him.

"Hey Captain, Y/N, please tell me I'm dreaming or something."

"Oh well~," Diane says, walking over to the Sins and jumping off the platform to stand in front of them. "And here I was hoping to stay hidden just a little while longer. Yup, it's me!" She leans close to Meliodas with a smile.

"Do I know you?" Meliodas asks, earning himself a punch to the gut by Diane. She then walks away while everyone moves to the side to create a path for her to stomp down.

"Forget it! You can be such a jerk!" She says. Meliodas shakily gets up, groaning.

"What did I do?" He asks.

"Your really an idiot, Captain," King says before running off to Diane. Y/N shakes her head and turns her head to see Caesar staring at her. She groans and makes her way over to him. She crosses her arms and stands in front of him.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?" She asks. He shakes his head.

"Of course not miss, I just can't help looking at such beautiful women. As well as a woman who had the guts of a man." He says, grabbing her hand and kissing it. She blushes lightly. "You already know my name, so may I know the name of such an angel." Y/N turns her head, snatching her hand away.

"My name is Reaper." She says. "That's all you gotta know."

"Hmm~ I like a girl with fire." He says, chuckling. "Sorry for the intrusion, Reaper. You know, I'm excited about our match. Can't wait to see how strong you are."

"And I you." She goes to walk away, but Caesar grabs her wrist.

"Wait, here." He digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a wrapped up lolly. He holds it out to her. She looks at it in confusion. "I thought you might want a little something to chew on while we wait for our match." He lets go of her wrist and clasps the back of his head with a sheepishly smile. "I know it's not much but it'll keep you from going a little hungry." Y/N takes it and places it into her coat pocket.

"Thank you." She slowly turns back around and makes her way back to the others, not noticing the smirk on Caesar's face. She walks back over and sees King talking to Meliodas. "What's going on?"

"Uhm, Diane wants to show you and the Captain something. It's about Elizabeth too." King explains. Y/N nods.

"Well, show the way."

They head to the hut where they were matched up for fights and Diane stands in the middle with Meliodas and Y/N in front of her. King behind them. Elizabeth sits between Diane's boobs naked, luckily being covered by Diane's breasts.

"A giant mushroom?" Y/N asks, the lolly that she had gotten from Caesar in her mouth. Diane nods.

"It happened after you went into town. Elizabeth and I were gathering ingredients for dinner in the forest. And then…" She explains how she heard Elizabeth scream and she came to help to see a giant living mushroom to which she bonked on the head and it let out a pink gas that covered them and they were they recovered they were all smaller than the original where. "I ended up having to borrow Elizabeth's outfit for the time being."

"But then we didn't have any clothes available that would fit me," Elizabeth says.

"I gotcha, so that's why you're jammed between her boobies," Meliodas asks.

"Don't put it like that!" King shouts. "It was likely an orange mushroom variety of the Chicken Matango. They're monsters that are timid by nature and rarely show themselves out in the wild, but whenever they do feel threatened they release spores that shrink living things."

"Why didn't you say something from the beginning?" Meliodas asks.

"It's just…" She says, making the other sins wait for her response. "I wanted to surprise you, Captain!" She jumps into his arms and he catches her in a bridal style hold.

"Diane! Get out of his arms before he starts doing anything he'll regret!" Y/N says. Diane ignores her and smashes her cheek up to Meliodas, who stares in boredom.

"Being so small and up in your arms is a dream come true." She says. "I've been jealous of Elizabeth for so long now!"

"But you're the one who threw yourself at me!" Meliodas says.

"Hey, get off him Diane before he tries anything funny!" King says. (This is a little notice, yes some of King and Diane's moments will be staying in, but their relationship is a sibling relationship. So when he does say things like this, he's just being protective over her!)

"Oh, right, put me down. Hurry up! Hurry up!" Diane says.

"Make up your mind," Meliodas says, putting her down. Both King and Y/N sigh in relief and they look at Diane.

"Have a look Captain!" She says, lifting her skirt to reveal her panties. "Ready to get naughty?" King falls to the ground as he passes out from shock and Y/N's body leans over as you can see her ghost leave her body. "All the stuff that you do to Elizabeth every day, you can do to me."

"Sorry, but… it's not the same if you're told to do it." Meliodas says, closing his eyes and crossing his arms. Diane lets out a disappointed sigh.

"Put your skirt down!!!" Y/N says, now crouched down to King and holding him in her arms. "Don't do something like that in front of Meliodas!! You'll only encourage him!" Diane ignored Y/N and looks at Meliodas with sad eyes.

"Come on, why does it only have to be with her! What am I to you anyway Captain?" Diane asks.

"What are you?" Meliodas asks.

"Um, Diane." Elizabeth tries to talk but quickly stops. Diane drops her skirt with a sad expression.

"I'm small, but that doesn't even matter to you…" She says. "I always thought that my size was the problem, and that's why you never treated me like the other girls." Meliodas walks towards her and reaches a hand up to rub her head.

"There, there." He says. "No way I could do that with a valid comrade in arms, right? Hang in there." He says, patting her one last time before dropping his hand. Diane blushes with a smile.

"Sure." She says, nodding her head. "I'll try my best!"

"You do surprise me sometimes," Y/N mutters, smiling softly.

"Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing," Diane says.

"What's that?" Meliodas asks. Diane smirks and Y/N scrunches up her face slightly, knowing the smirk. Diane then wraps her arms around Meliodas's head and pulls his face into her boobs.

"Since we're the same size now, you and I can make babies!" She says, causing Y/N to once again choke on her breath as her ghost once again leaves her body.

"Were you listening to me at all?" Meliodas says. The door then slams open as Ban enters.

"You in here Y/N?" He asks. He then looks down to see King on the floor passed out and Y/N with a ghost is and a pale look. "Are they dead or something?"

"So, how's the match been going?" Meliodas asks, making his way to Ban.

"Well, there's not much to talk about," Ban replies, turning his head to look at the fight between Taizoo and Howzer. "That middle-aged baldly is way too weak."

They all head outside, King and Y/N now back to normal, and they watch as Howzer creates whirlwinds on his arms and Taizoo runs towards him only to be whirl winded away into the sky and out of the ring.

"Howzer wins!!" Love Helm shouts, causing Howzer to pose in victory.

"Nice one. He's pretty good." Meliodas says.

"Sure it," Ban says.

"A little too full of himself," Y/N says, moving her lolly from one corner of her mouth to the other.

"Next up is our third match, Caesar Vs. Reaper!" Love Helm announces.

"Guess it's my turn now." She cracked her knuckles. She takes off her axe from her back. "Hold this for me." She passes it to Meliodas before making her way up to the ring.

"G-Good luck Y/N," King says as she passes.

"Thanks, King." She replies, smiling. He blushes slightly as she walks up the steps to stand face to face with Caesar. He smiles at her.

"You know, you shouldn't fight with that in your mouth," Caesar says. "Don't want you choking." Y/N bites into it before spitting out the stick only.

"Though you wanted to win?" She says.

"Choking would seem like a bad way for you to lose." He says.

"Standing at 5 feet, 7 inches and weight 133 pounds. Reaper!" Love Helm announces, causing her to get catcalled and whistled at just as Diane did.

"What are her measu-" Y/N cuts him off.

"You've already used that line!" She shouts, glaring at him. He quickly shuts up and Love Helm continues.

"And standing at 5 feet, 11 inches and weight 300 pounds. Caesar!" Love Helm shouts as Caesar flexes his muscles. Y/N rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Every get ready! And…FIGHT!" Everyone begins cheering as Caesar and Y/N circle each other.

"You know I am against hitting women, but you seem you'll be able to take it." He says.

"I was thinking the same thing," Y/N says before she runs towards him with her arm held out. He too goes to swing his arm only for her to slide on the ground and through his open legs and jump up into the air.

"W-What?!" He turns his head only to be kicked in the back.

"Ooo~ And Reaper had slid on through Caesar's legs and backstabbed him! What a surprise!" Love Helm commentates. Caesar tumbles to the ground but quickly gets back up and into a fighting position. Y/N stands with a smile. She held her hand out and does a 'come here' motion with her fingers. "It seems Reaper is wanting Caesar to make a move first! Is she perhaps teasing him!"

"What is she doing?" Ban asks. "She can easily punch that guy out of the ring with her eyes closed"

"Guess she's playing with her food," Meliodas says.

"I think you're using that term wrong," King says, eye twitching.

"Just let her have some fun. I mean she's allowed to punch and fight people with no consequences. That's a dream come true for her." Diane says. Caesar grits his teeth and jumps forward and the two begin a fistfight. Both of each other's fists meet each other's as they jump around the ring.

"The two are mirroring each other's moves! But who will make the wrong prediction and pay the price!" Love Helm says. The two keep track of each others movements, meeting each other's punches and kicks. However, it seems Y/N was a bit slower to catch Caesar's punch to her cheek and she stumbles to the ground. "OH! And it seems Caesar managed to get out of their mirroring fight and knocked Reaper to the ground with a single punch!" The Sins all watch in shock as Y/N's punched.

"H-How did he do that!" King asks.

"He out sped Y/N!" Diane says. Meliodas watches with fingers on his chin as he watches the fight. Y/N gets up, shaking her head before growling at Caesar, who is mocking her by doing the come here motion she did to him before.

"Caesar seems to be the one teasing Reaper now! What a turn of events!" Love Helm shouts. Y/N rolls her shoulders back and quickly runs over to Caesar and goes to punch him, only for her to become dizzy and he moves to the side slightly and she falls to the ground face first. "It seems Reaper is a bit clumsy and has fallen to the ground! Will she get up?!"

"What is going on with her," Ban asks.

"Is she okay?" Diane asks. King looks over to Y/N with a frown.

"Something happened," Meliodas says, brows furrowed. "She wouldn't just become weak like this." Caesar stands beside her as she pushes herself up, her arms shaking.

"It seems it's starting to kick in," Caesar says, smirking down at her. She turns her head to look up at him, her vision spinning.

"W-What are you talking about?" She asks. "What's kicking in?" Before she can even get onto her knees, Caesar kicks her in the stomach and she goes tumbling across the ground.

"Caesar has kicked Reaper, sending her flying across the ground! What has happened to the girl who started strong!" Love Helm shouts. Y/N coughs up blood. Caesar walks over to her and bends down, grabbing her hair and lifting her head to him.

"You're probably wondering how I got it in your system huh. I put it on the stick then put it back in the lolly and wrapped it up. You never had a second thought about it. Man, wolfsbane is hard to come by these days. Then again it is banned from almost every town." He says. She stares at him wide. "Oh come on, it was obvious. The way you smelt things like a mutt does. And not to mention this pretty little wolf tattoo…" He says, pulling back her collar to reveal her Sin mark.

"You bastard," Y/N says, spitting blood in his face. He sighs and wipes it away with his sleeve before kneeing her in the face, sending her flying into the air. She then comes crashing onto the ground on her back, dust covering the ring.

"Reaper has just suffered a drop from 50 meters high! Will she even be able to get up and continue the fight, or will Caesar be the winner?!"

"We've gotta do something," Diane says, frowning as the dust begins to clear, showing Y/N unmoving on the ground.

"We can't just let her get kicked around!" King yells, looking at Meliodas. "It's obvious he's done something to her, it's not a fair fight."

"For once, I agree with King, Captain," Ban says. "Whatever he's done to her, it's working."

"Just trust her," Meliodas says, looking at his friend on the ground. "As I said, there is a reason why she is my second-in-command." Caesar towers over Y/N, blocking out the sun from her face. She stares up at him.

"W-Why?" She chokes out. He squats down to her, smirking.

"Some people wanted me to make you a tad bit weaker so that you won't be a nuisance in their plan." He says before he stands up. "If it means anything, I am truly sorry for this. For being who you are, you do seem to be a sweet girl. But an order is an order." He lifts his foot, ready to stomp down on Y/N's face.

"Caesar is about to finish of Reaper with a stomp to the face!! What a way to end it!" Love Helm shouts. The sins watch in anticipation as Caesar's foot gets closer to Y/N's face. Y/N closes her eyes, waiting for the impact…

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allexthakatt · 2 years

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Save Your Tears

Yes this is heavily inspired by the song Save Your Tears by The Weeknd. I cannot stop listening to it and it makes me get in my feels so here I am about to drag you all down with me lol

PAIRING- Spencer Reid x FEM reader

WARNINGS- Breakup/Makeup, cussing, brief case mention, Spencer being kinda dumb, uuuuh let me know if I missed any.

TYPE- ANGST but with happy ending lol don't worry.

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SPENCER POV

It had been 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 17 minutes since I saw her. 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 18 minutes. 5 weeks 6 days 14 hours and 17 minutes since I said those awful things to her.

Why did I say those things? I was scared. Terrified even. IQ of 187 and I'm still the dumbest thing on this planet. I can't get that image out of my head. Her tears... The look of utter betrayal on her face. I had to break it off right? She would have gotten hurt either way... Right?

If what I did was right why do I feel so... wrong? Nothing makes me smile anymore. She's all I see, all I want and I'm the biggest asshole ever. Even if I did want her back why would she even look at me?

"What would you think of me moving in?" Y/n looked up at him with hopeful eyes, about to spill her heart out to the man she truly saw a future with. Spencer panicked, "M-m moving in? Don't you think it's a bit fast?"

"Not really? I mean I'm here all the time anyway... I guess I just figured you would be open to it you know?" Her hope was dwindling now. "Well I'm not, so please drop it." He wasn't sure why he got so defensive, why his walls shot up, but now he was in a hole he won't be able to dig out of.

By now her hope was like a flickering flame of a candle. Fragile and on edge. "Spencer... Do you not see a future with me?" She was afraid of what his answer would be, but she figured she deserved to know the trust regardless of what it was.

Spencer tensed. All the people in his life he ever saw a future with; gone like the flick of a switch. Who's to say Y/n would be different. She'd leave like everyone else, right? Who's to say she's different than anyone else. He couldn't handle another heartbreak at the hands of someone he desperately wanted. He loved Y/n more than life itself. But the thought of her stomping on his already damaged heart was almost more than he could handle.

"I would like to think so. But if I'm honest, it probably won't even happen." She was taken aback by this; what in the world would he mean by that? "What are you talking about? I literally just asked you if I could move in. Isn't that the next step in relationships? I want a future with you, Spencer. Isn't that what you want?"

His defense went up higher. "That's what they all said. Then next thing I know you're breaking my heart for nothing." By now she was seeing red. "You think of me like all the past women in your life? Just someone who can come and go? You really think that low of me?" He knew he was digging his own grave, but all these insecurities started building up in the worst way possible against Y/n. He felt broken.

"Look Y/n I just don't see a future with you! I love you don't get me wrong but I can't see you staying by my side through it all." Each word was another knife to her chest. And with each sentence Spencer twists it deeper and deeper until all she felt was cold.

"Y-You don't mean that, Spencer..." She stood up. "You're my everything! Spencer I love you so much... But you're acting like you have no faith in me..." Her heart was hurting. She wished Spencer would say anything to reassure her. Give her anything to cling onto for hope.

"Come on, Y/n you don't even mean that! A future with you is no hope." With that she backed away, holding her arms against her chest, providing some sort of protection against Spencer's harsh words. "If you don't see a future with me, Spencer... What am I even doing here...?" Tears rolling down her face, she's praying to any god out there that Spencer comes back to her. But, Spencer looks down at his feet and shrugs, "Guess there's not a reason then."

And just like that, her candle went out.

And just like that, she was gone. Came back from a case and her stuff was gone, as was she. I haven't seen her since. I've become just a shell, wondering if I even did the right thing. I ran away, I know I did. I pushed her away because I was scared of what the future really holds for me and her. However I'm pretty sure I threw all of it away even if we did have a future together.

We just got back from a case, a pretty rough one at that. All the way in Wyoming for a week with vicious killings from a madman took a toll on all of us. I was just about to put on my jacket to head to an empty house when Emily spoke up.

"Take the weekend off, guys. You earned it okay?" To which we all did a sigh of relief. Garcia spoke up, "It's barely 6, who's up for drinks?" Lukes the first to agree, earning an eye roll from Penelope. JJs next, pulling her phone out to probably tell Will. Emily agrees as well as Tara, with Rossi promising to buy. Everyone turns to me, however I'm not sure I'm up for drinking and dancing at the moment.

I shake my head, but Garcia's already grabbed my arm and was rambling nonsense about how I need to get out and have fun. At this point I'm too emotionally tired to protest. After all Rossi is buying and I'm hungry anyway.

We get to the bar, everyone saying how this is exactly what we needed. But I'm distracted by the fact this is Y/n's favorite place. "The cocktails are just way too delicious to pass up!" She'd tell me, to which I couldn't ever say no to the look she gave me.

Walking in getting blasted with the smell of alcohol, the loud volume of the music mixed with laughter here and there from dancing participants. I felt out of place, without Y/n by my side there was no point in my being here.

Sitting down I ordered a typical brandy. Nothing too crazy, just something to take the edge off. That's when I see her.

The middle of the dancefloor, a little out of place for her as she wasn't one go crazy at a club. The ones I recognize as her friends chanting her on as she dances more provocatively. Even if she's tipsy, she looks happy. Happy without... Me.

She looks my way and everything stops, her eyes land on me and the persona she had on fades away. Her movements slow to a stop, and even from here I can see the tears in her eyes. From there she stops dancing and leaves the floor, probably to go to her own table. I can't stop my feet from getting up and following her, ignoring the confused protests of my team.

I finally catch up to her and tap her shoulder, she freezes. "Y/n? Is that you?" She doesn't respond, just turns around slowly. "Hey Spencer. How are you?" She's trying to pretend like nothing happened. As if I can't see the tear streaks on her cheeks, or the bags under her eyes.

"Please, can we talk? Like really talk?" I plead, on the verge of tears myself. "I'm not sure what you'd want me to say, Spencer. Hey, how's it going? How does it feel knowing you completely broke me?" My heart rips a little more, but I know I deserve it.

"No no... Y/n I know I put you through hell. There hasn't been a day that's gone by when I didn't regret that whole conversation. I was scared, so many people in my life have left me and I'm so terrified you'll leave too. But I pushed you away and lost you anyway... I just- I want you to know how sorry I am. I never meant to break you."

Her arms wrap around herself again, and I know she's scared too. "Spencer... I was desperately in love with you. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you. You were my rock, my every reason and the one thing that kept me grounded. And then you have the fucking audacity to tell me I'd stop loving you. The absolute BALLS you had to tell me we wouldn't last. Do you have any idea how much I love you? How mind numbingly broken I was? I still am, Spencer. I thought I meant more to you than that..."

By now I couldn't stop my tears either. I never meant any of this. Certainly never meant to harm her the way I did. "I am so.. Sorry, Y/n. You never deserved that. And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please... Give me another chance. I know you deserve someone so much better but please... Y/n I love you so much. I'm so sorry I let my insecurities get in the way of that."

I try something small and hold out my hand, hoping for something, anything from her. "You wanna know the most fucked up thing, Spencer?" I stay quiet, keeping my hand up. No longer caring about the tears flowing down my face. "The shittiest thing about this is that I still love you so much. I never stopped, Spence." She slowly lays her hand in mine.

"I know it's gonna take a while before I build that trust back.. But I'm willing to do anything to gain it again." She smiles at that, and I smile back. "You're right, it won't be the same. But I'm willing to give you one more shot. Don't screw this up, Spencer. Please." I pull her in for the tightest hug I can manage.

"I promise I won't. Thank you, Y/n. I love you. So fucking much." Her hands come up to my hair, gripping it softly. "I love you too. So much, Spencer."

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dangan-tiki-bar · 3 years

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Hey mod Taeko! Can I request some headcanons with Masaru and Monaca with the reader treat them like their are the reader's child?,like the reader and Masaru/Monaca are not related to them but the reader is so attached to them to the point to considered them their on child and the reader can sacrifice their own life for them. I hope this isn't a problem but can I be 🧃 anon? Take care of yourself! Bye bye! :D

MASARU & MONACA WITH A PARENTAL LIKE READER.

mod taeko ;; ooh, my first WoH request ! of course you can be 🧃 anon ! i hope you take care of yourself as well !

WARNING ;; angst, panic attacks, spoilers for their pasts, mentions of abuse & neglect, self harm in masaru's part, & manipulation/gaslighting (?) on monaca's part. dear god, sm warnings ...

MASARU DAIMON

why the hell was a demon sucking up to him ? he would scoff every time he thinks about it and how you would act so ... kind. it threw him off.

how you would offer to bandage his wounds every time he got hurt, how you would offer to make him his favorite foods, how you always suggested playing video games with him to distract him when he remembered his past, how you'd supervise him when he went demon hunting, and how you even tried to participate in his hobbies alongside him ...

you had to be sucking up to him because he was the WoH's most powerful and fearless leader, right ? ... right, of course he's right ... so then why does your smile seem so genuine and bright ? how do you manage to fake being so caring in your position ?

he's always getting mistaken for/called the bossy brat who's an idiot - and while it may take him awhile to notice something rather than the others who do so faster - he's not dumb. he's not an ultimate for nothing and most certainly not just for his physical skills.

so when he notices and deduces your behavior to being ... caring and protective out of all things after a long while, he's still cautious and confused.

he'll confront you with his usual hot headedness (is that a word ? LMAO) and point his finger in your face, aggressively asking you why you keep doing such things. he's partly angry, but that's mainly because he's extremely confused and it annoys him.

when you tell him that he deserves a second chance and didn't deserve the treatment he got, he freezes and stares at you in confusion, a mix of emotions evident on his face as he grabs his hair and sweat drops with a nervous grin on his face.

"w-what are you talking about, you d-demon ... ? i-i don't ... it's not like i ... i c-care ..." he'll manage out while taking a few steps back, beginning to tremble, his face once again contorting to anger when he realizes he's shaking.

"what the ... ? no - i'm not scared ! i-i'm not scared, i'm not scared, i'mnotscared, i'mnotscaredi'mnotscaredi'mnot-"

at this point, he turned his back to you, repetitively hitting one of his arms with tears streaming down his face until he saw that his arm would stop shaking, shrieking when he felt you come up from behind him and gently grab his arms after the first few hits.

"what ... ! s-stay away from me, demon ! g-get away from me !" he'd shout while struggling in your grasp before eventually falling limp against your chest when he didn't have the strength to fight back any longer, confused as to why you hadn't already hit him or - well, killed him.

you began stroking his hair as he hesitantly buried his face in your chest, overwhelmed by your nurturing presence before silently sobbing with his face hidden away from you.

"why do you ... why do you care ..." he sniffled, absentmindedly leaning into your touch. were some demons really ... not ... demons ?

after inspecting masaru's bruises and giving him a bunch of affection, the following day he somewhat goes back to his usual rowdy behavior. however, he's noticeably softer and kinder to you - just when none of the other WoH are around.

he'd scold any of the others if they put you in harm's way, telling them to not mess with "lord masaru daimon's slave or else he'll smite them" ... he then went on to lean in your direction and ask you what the word smite even meant in a whisper 🤦‍♀️

he wakes you up really early by jumping on your bed energetically. not to be mischievous, but because he's excited someone is actually kind to him and nutures him. he wants to spend almost all his time with you doing things he never could before. it's really sad ... brb, mod taeko is crying.

but, yes, in conclusion - masaru is "secretly" babie and is hyped to be around you. he sometimes falls back into his old habits which is a given, such as stealing things, beating himself up physically, flinching away from you (especially when you're angry or upset), nervously smiling so that you don't hate him like he did with his dad - but he always tears up just a bit and looks like a sad puppy when he realizes you're not the same.

you actually care about him and his wellbeing. that realization itself made him choke back on a sob.

MONACA TOWA

monaca is an extremely intelligent girl despite her age. however, although she's smart, she's still a kid all at the same time. it can be hard to remember this with how confusing her behavior and actions seem.

monaca catches on to your behavior pretty fast. at first, she’s simply amused, playing along to see if you have any unknown motives and/or if you’re trying to deceive her like a fool, but when she realizes that your behavior and actions are genuine - she admittedly gets pretty taken aback.

“monaca doesn’t know why a demon such as yourself is being so kind to her, meow !” she admits with her mischievous and childish giggle following afterwards, glancing up at you from her wheelchair with her “innocent” doe eyes.

even though she's small, a bit frail, and in a wheelchair, she's still terrifying. more so because of her mysterious aura and unpredictable actions.

though she calls you out on your behavior, plays dumb, continues to try and manipulate you like she does with the others, and acts pretty indifferently towards you, you've begun to grow on her like a leech - and it's slowly beginning to annoy her.

she'll try to get you to go away by threatening you with any blackmail she can get her little grabby hands on, but you just. won't. go. away.

"why ! are ! you ! so ! per - sis - tent !" she practically shrieks when she finally snaps one day and confronts you, slamming her fists against her armrests on her wheelchair.

when you tell her it's because she deserves a second chance and she's not as bad as everyone makes her out to be, pure shock takes over her face and she sweat drops, little hands beginning to tremble while she digs her nails into the cushions of the armrests.

she quickly regains her composure though - or at least tries to, smiling as she sweats visibly and continues to shake like a leaf in the wind. she can't breakdown now. she has to make big sis junko proud of her.

"what are you ... ! ... what are you talking about, silly ? are you just saying that because you feel bad for me ? why would a demon like you feel bad for me when you demons are the reason i'm like this ?" she giggles with a menacing closed eyed smile, backing up slowly in her wheelchair.

she's been the unwanted child all her life. these emotions ... are so foreign to her. it's overwhelming. she's not sure how to deal with this. she's not sure if she even can.

when you come towards her to try and reassure her, she's unsure of how to react, grinning nervously as she's backed up into a wall now. you were going to hurt her now, weren't you ? she pissed you off and got you to snap and you were going to finally take it out on her, right ?

she contemplates getting out of the wheelchair to run, but you end up hugging her which leaves her confused and shocked for the millionth time.

tears slowly begin to fall down her face as she hesitantly reciprocates the hug, once again overwhelmed - but now because of how gentle your touch is.

"w-why do you care for me ... i've hurt so many people ... and my friends ..." she'd mumble into your shoulder, clinging onto your arm/sleeve. monaca tries to keep quiet and not sob, but tears are streaming like waterfalls from her face.

when you reassure her that she's not a bad person, just someone who needs help and deserves so much better, she hiccups and chokes back on a sob, wailing into your chest. eventually, all the crying takes a toll on her, and she ends up falling asleep against you.

that night, you got to tuck in a genuinely peaceful and relaxed monaca as she begged you while being half asleep to not leave. if you tell her in the morning what she said, she'll deny it was out of care with a sinister smile and simply state it's because she can't have you telling everyone she cried, but we both know the truth.

after that confrontation, monaca is a lot more open and noticeably sweeter & soft towards you. she doesn't say it often and most of the time denies it, but she tries to express it through acts of service.

she bakes you lots of cookies ! the warriors of hope always complain about who will taste her cookies first, but she simply snickers at them, giggly and bubbly as she tells them that they're actually for you.

they'll all groan when she presents them to you or you two cook/bake in the kitchen together, jealous that you get to taste her cooking/baking first before any of them.

she'll become extremely terrifying to anyone who dares to lay a hand on you in a harmful way. she'll threaten to send her robots out to get them with a little innocent chuckle and a closed eyed smile. or she'll hold a knife herself and make stabby motions with a smile. either one works.

at the end of the day, as much of a menacing gremlin she can act like at times, she can be pretty loving and caring, too. she just needs someone with patience for her to open up and help her get out her bad habits and old ways.

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smoochkooks · 3 years

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—hymne a l’amour (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, tiny bits of angst

⟶ word count: 5.5k

⟶ summary: it’s valentine’s day and your boyfriend decides to surprise you in more ways than one. and when you’re dating park jimin, cocky, smart and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of absolutely nothing.

⟶ warnings: dom!jimin, sub!reader, big dick!jimin, sir kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, ass slapping, dirty talk, use of degrading names, unprotected sex, mentions of jimin having a daddy kink, jimin being disgustingly sweet boyfriend, oc having at least 2 (two) mental breakdowns, cringy valentine’s day presents

this is eldorado valentine’s day special but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy! xx

Spending Valentine's Day in the city of Paris is like walking through the streets of Beijing and smelling the strong essence of soy sauce and chicken every time you take a breath.

Overwhelming.

(Or at least that's what you think is a good comparison, since you've never stood your foot in Beijing before.)

Paris seems to be on another level when it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day. It's because that's the city of love, someone may say, but no, my friend, it's not just that. French grammar isn't the only stupid thing about said country. Citizens are even weirder, in more ways than one. It's the Eiffel Tower and the smell of garlic that disguises it all when you first visit France.

A week before February 14th, restaurants, cafees and grocery shops are all covered from head to toe in red hearts, chubby cupids, big teddy bears, various kinds of roses and, at the top of that – everywhere you focus your eyes on, you spot those huge inscriptions where words ‘love’ and ‘I love you’ are spelled in hundred different types of swirly fonts.

It's all too kitschy for your liking but tourists and locals don’t actually mind it even a bit. Once a year Paris turns into a set of the most cliché rom-com and no matter how irksome it might feel, you just have to survive this festival of boofonery.

You've always despised Valentine's Day with every fiber of your being (mostly because you hadn’t had anyone you could actually spend this day with) but your judgement took a sharp three-sixty turn when certain blond, charismatic man entered your life. Now, while you’re happily taken, a romantic dinner and a bouquet of red roses don’t sound that bad.

But when you're dating someone like Park Jimin, a smart-ass, cocky and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of abosultely nothing.

It's a little past ten, you’re laying in your king-size bed, a day before the actual Valentine's Day. Jimin informed you he was going to be late for dinner because of some extra paperwork he had to do in the office, so you patiently wait for him. Wrapped like a fancy Christmas gift in a new pair of flimsy, lacy lingerie you recently bought in Victoria’s Secret, all hidden underneath Jimin's baggy t-shirt (the combination of casual and slutty never fails to drive him crazy). The set is cute, in a baby pink colour. The last time you pulled a move like this, Jimin went hard, literally and lyrically.

Let's just say that Park Jimin (and his dick) likes high-quality underwear.

Dating Jimin has taught you a few things, one of them being that his sex drive is insatiable, so you always need to be prepared. That’s why you're now laying here, on your bed, freshly shaved and smelling of coconut, your precious pussy ready to be worshipped by Jimin's mouth.

When you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the door to your apartment swings open, you squeal in excitement, grabbing your phone from the nightstand to scroll through it mindlessly so you don’t come across a girl whose only purpose in life is to get dicked down by her boyfriend.

(Which, right now, is your only purpose.)

“Babe, I’m home!”

You hear Jimin pulling off his shoes and coat, so you shout back, “I’m in the bedroom!”

He seemed to be in a good mood in the morning and if nothing's changed, you're positive about getting some action tonight. A well-deserved orgasm after work it's all you crave. You squeeze your thighs, and wait.

“God, I’m so fucking exhausted.” Jimin announces upon entering the room and as soon as those words leave his mouth, he collapses face down onto the bed. His lifeless corpse smells like sweat mixed with his usual cologne and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And that’s on getting railed by your boyfriend tonight.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs after a moment, voice laced with tiredness. He grunts and lifts himself up to place a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes like bitter coffee and it makes you cringe, but you kiss him back nonetheless. He pulls off too fast for your liking and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck instead. He cuddles into your side, mumbling something about you feeling warm.

In your head, you count. When was the last time you two had sex? Right, last Tuesday. Oh boy, what a night it was. Your ass still hurts a little while sitting on a chair, a byproduct of your boyfriend's palm landing smack after smack on your cheeks. Lesson learned: never smile too broadly to the waiter who blatantly flirsts with you. You're sure the whole appartment complex heard that night who makes you feel that good

(As if they don’t already know.)

See? Park Jimin is unpredictable.

“How was work?’’ you decide to ask instead, clearing your thoughts from the inappropriate images of Jimin’s bare body pressed to yours as he fucked you that night. You thread your fingers through his blond locks just the way he likes, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, his words muffled when he speaks. “This new employee can’t do shit. I had to prepare everything before tomorrow's expedition by myself,” he says. “I have to tell Namjoon to fire his ass.”

You falter your movements for a second. Right, the expedition. You completely forgot about it. Jimin's going to be out of town for the whole day, digging in the soil in some French village the name of you cannot pronounce.

It looks like your fancy lingerie has to wait for her big premiere a little longer.

“What time are you planning to be back home?” you ask.

“Dunno. Probably late.” Jimin exhales loudly, his breath tickling your neck. His hand travels to your nude thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. You fight back a moan that threatens to spill from you mouth. You really need to get laid soon. “We set off at 6am.” he adds, tracing circles on your bare skin. Your smile drops.

So the plans for morning sex on Valentine's Day stay where they belong. In your dreams.

“You're so soft. And you smell like coconuts. I could stay like this forever.” Jimin mumbles, circling your waist with his arms and pulling you even closer to him.

You sigh, basking in this situation just for a while, stroking Jimin's hair and listening to his steady breathing until he eventually falls asleep. Still fully clothed, still with his hand on your thigh. Carefully, so you don’t wake him up, you get up from the bed to take off your underwear. You do feel a little disappointed, but it's okay.

When you settle yourself on the bed next to Jimin again, your back facing him, a strong arm pulls you flush to his body. You hear him sighing with relief, and it makes you smile to yourself.

Lights off, everything can wait for tomorrow.

In the morning, just like expected, you wake up alone. There's no sight of Jimin, his side of the bed empty and cold. For your dismay, there’s no bouquet of red roses waiting for you in the kitchen, no box of chocolates or a small, cheesy note with your name written on it. Not even a short “Happy Valentine's Day, baby!” text on your phone. Absolutely nothing.

You tells yourself it’s fine. Maybe Jimin didn’t have enough time, maybe he was too occupied with expedition to prepare something special, maybe the big surprise is yet to come. However, you can’t quite shake off the feeling that something do seem odd and it makes you anxious. Leaving without a single text is not Jimin's style. Not when it's your first Valentine's Day spend together.

You probably shouldn’t worry that much. It's not a big deal, after all you hate those types of annual holidays and Jimin knows it. Yet something about the whole situation makes you uncontrollably uneasy. You have never been like this, vulnerable and sheepish. You hate Park Jimin for turning you into such a softie.

Walking through the streets of Paris makes you feel nauseous. You look at all the happy couples sucking each others’ faces for everyone to see and fight an urge to gag. Someone shouts “Love is in the air!” and you almost throw up. Everytime you see someone holding heart-shaped balloons or flowers, you whip your head in other direction. It's nothing, you keep reminding yourself. A stupid holiday that doesn’t mean anything at all.

But the actual nail to the coffin happens to be the atmosphere in Eldorado headquarters. It drives you absolutely crazy.

It's 12am and still no word from Jimin. You checked: this bastard was online one hour ago, so he just doesn’t want to talk to you. Fine, mister. If this is how you wanna play, try sucking your dick by yourself, beacuse I’m not getting near it anytime soon, you think to yourself, filled with rage.

Yeri wiggles her pretty eyebrows at you and asks about your plans for tonight. You fake a giggle, saying that Jimin will probably surprise you with something when he gets back from his expedition. The words taste bitter on your tongue, especially when the high hopes you had simply melted away this morning. Your friend then starts babbling about the restaurant she's going to with Jungkook after work and you listen to her rant with forced smile on your face the whole time.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from you Hoseok is giggling like a teenager, typing something on his phone, without a doubt (sex)texting his girlfriend. She's out of town and you’re more than sure Hoseok hasn't gone to bathroom ten minutes ago just to take a piss. Even Namjoon is in a pleasant mood today, humming some old ABBA hits under his breath. Yesterday he couldn’t shut up about his date with a girl who’s also his new neighbour. He met her when she came by to give him homemade croissants. Ironically, that sounds a lot like some kdrama lovestory to you, and Namjoon hates kdramas.

During lunch time, you scroll through your Instagram and almost slam your phone on the wall. There's a new photo uploaded on Kim Seokjin's account.

kimseokjin92: Celebrating Valentine's Day on Maldives w @minsuga #couplegoals #boyfriends #valentinesday #loveislove

They are on fucking Maldives. Fucking Maldives! You grit your teeth. It's fine. Completely fine.

But the absolute peek, the moment when you almost break down into tears and curl yourself into a ball of misery, comes in the person of Jeon Jungkook. He enters the office with a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses you have ever seen, a huge grin plastered on his stupid face.

Your heart clenches in your chest. Park Jimin could never.

Jungkook hands Yeri the flowers and she laughs, slapping his chest when he starts declaiming Romeo's monologue from the Shakespeare’s tragedy. He then kisses his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, making her cheeks flush in crimson. Hoseok coos at them, Namjoon following him. You swear you saw Jungkook's tongue in the process of said heavy make out session.

(Jealously is an awful emotion, you've decided a long time ago.)

An hour later, the bouquet stands proudly on Yeri’s desk and you stare at it with melancholy. You briefly avert your gaze to Jimin's desk and the memories flash before your eyes. The same desk he had you bent over, skirt bunched around your waist and cock drilling into your pussy, when you both stayed together at work after hours not so long ago.

You mentally slap yourself. Get your shit together, woman. It's not like he broke up with you. It's just some stupid holiday. It's nothing.

“Something's wrong?’’ Yeri asks you with genuine concern written on her face.

You swallow, forcing yourself to smile. “No, everything's fine. Just a headache.”

She eyes you suspiciously. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you say. Even though your friend doesn’t look convinced, she eventually stops bothering you.

It's all good. My boyfriend forgot about our first Valentine's Day together but everything's alright. No worries, you want to say instead.

Later that day, when you exit the elevator and walk straight to your apartment, a strange smell of something burning fills your nostrils. Is that food? A real fire? No, that's definitely some meat that stayed too long in the oven.

The closer you are, the smell becomes stronger, like it’s actually coming from your apartment. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the fuck.” you mutter to yourself.

When you open the door, your jaw falls slack, eyes wide like saucers.

Never, in your entire life, had you thought you would see Park Jimin, your own dearest boyfriend, popping out from the kitchen with his hair disheveled, sweat coating his forehead, wearing a black suit underneath the most ridiculous apron you have ever seen: pink with a big-ass ‘mr good lookin is cookin' written in the middle.

(Can someone remind you why are you dating him? Oh, thank God he isn’t naked underneath.)

He looks completely lost when he spots you, waving awkwardly in your direction. It's probably the first time he touched something in the kitchen that isn’t coffee machine. He’s so flustered that you almost forget he nearly turned your apartment into ashes.

“Hi, babe.” he says sheepishly.

It takes all the willpower you hold not to spit a lung watching your boyfriend who absolutely hates cooking, trying to look unimpressed by the smell of burnt food. He does a pretty poor job though, an apron not helping in the situation.

“Happy Valentine's Day!’’ he exclaims perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek. And after that, you burst into hysterical laughter.

(Seriously, you almost lose your own breath three times.)

Jimin looks terrified but most importantly – put out. You’re probably hurting his enormous, almost the size of Russia pride right now. (Not your fault Jimin has the biggest praise kink on the planet.)

“Why are you laughing? Is it because of the chicken? Fine, I can’t cook for shit but I tried, okay? I didn’t have enough time and it was the middle of the night in Korea so I couldn’t just facetime my mum for advice and-”

You interrupt his rambling with a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up. He falters for a moment but quickly catches up, pulling you closer to him, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss.

But then, when his about to trail kisses down your throat, you hit his arm.

“What was that for?!” Jimin yelps, looking at you with astonishment.

“I thought you fucking forgot about the Valentine’s Day!” you yell, slapping his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

“Because the definition of surprise says you can’t reveal it sooner?” he reponds in a mocking tone.

“Oh, shut up.” you grumble and pull him in for another kiss. You could feel him smiling into it, cheekily biting onto your lower lip. He places a loving peck on your forehead and brushes the strands of your hair behind your ears. There's so much affection in his eyes you could melt into a puddle right here and there.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook told me you looked upset the whole day.” he whispers.

“I wasn't!” you protest.

“He told me you almost cried when he gave Yeri a bouquet of red roses.”

This stupid brat.

You look up at Jimin. “Fine. I was mad. And sad. Everyone was having the time of their lives and here I was, on a verge of mental breakdown because my idiot of a boyfriend supposedly forgot about the Valentine's Day.” you say, crossing your arms over chest with a pout.

Jimin rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you to the living room, where a bottle of (your absolute favourite) wine is standing on the table, along with candles and, yes, red roses. It's too cheesy and straight from the cringy rom-coms but you don't mind, because it's Jimin and he poured his heart into this and it's all that matters.

When he approaches you again, he isn’t wearing that stupid apron and you blush at how perfect he looks, almost painfully handsome. His hair needs a cut so it’s pushed back from his forehead. God reincarnated in the form of a smart, cocky archeologist who happens to be your boyfriend.

You're, well, in your black jeans and baby blue sweater and you probably stink, but Jimin assures you with his loving touches he doesn’t mind, never will. He always does that, looking at you with those sparkling eyes which say you're the most beautiful thing in the world for him.

And it doesn't matter how many times you scold him throughout the day, how many banters you have over silly things, because at the end of the day, in each others’ embraces, it feels like home for the both of you.

“Since the chicken chickened out,” Jimin says nonchalantly, filling your glasses with red wine. “We can always get drunk and watch some old romantic movies.”

You smirk. “You cried the last time when we watched ‘When Harry met Sally’.”

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Don't test my patience, sweetheart or you won't get the presents.” he warns.

You raise your eyebrows. You hope one of them comes in the form of his dick. Suddenly, you’re reminded of your lingerie set, so you make a mental note to wear it after the shower. “Can I see those presents now?” you ask, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes. It's exactly three seconds till he softens.

“Fine.” he mutters and heads to the bedroom.

When he comes back, he’s not alone. Literally not alone, because he's caring the most hilarious Valentine’s present you could ever think of. A giant, white teddy bear, almost in the size of him, heart-shaped balloons attached to his right paw.

“This is,” Jimin whips his head to read the name on the bear's chest. “Ted.”

You blink. “You bought me a teddy bear named Ted?”

Jimin opens his mouth to say some witty comment but he stops when he hears you sob. “Baby, sweetheart, what's wrong?” He kneels in front of you, the bear long forgotten on the floor. You burst into tears and Jimin tries to calm you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Once you eventually stop crying and regain your normal breathing, you wipe your tear-strained cheeks and look down at your very much worried boyfriend. “You are an idiot, Park Jimin. A fucking idiot. That teddy bear is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen and I should humiliate you for giving me that but...” You take a deep breath. “But I can’t. Because I fucking love you, dumbass.”

The corners of Jimin lips lift in amusement but you’re clearly not done with your little speech, so he waits until you finish. “You organized the most cliché date ever. You read all the Grey's books. You can’t cook for shit and this stupid apron you wore? God have mercy,” You visibly cringe. “You declaim Greek philosophers when you shower. Fuck, you persuaded me to do teacher-student roleplay and I kept calling you daddy during the whole thing because you asked me to. You are everything I despise but at the same time I love you so much,” you say, tears once again welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m telling you this now, even though I've realised this a long time ago.”

Jimin’s silent, so unlike him, declaring his emotions with a huge grin this time. He stands up and picks your body into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both to your bedroom. He places you gingerly onto the mattress, hovering over your figure.

(Your fancy lingerie can wait for another occasion.)

“I love you too, ___.” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re making me the happiest man in this world.”

You roll your eyes, however there’s no use for that because your cheeks are already tainted red. “Oh, stop being such a sap.”

He smirks. “You love when I’m like this.”

“That is, in fact, not true.”

You’re lying and he knows it, but he always lets you banter with him like this anyway.

“Then what do you want me to be today?” he asks, his hands travel down to your zipper, then pull down your jeans. “Sweet? Loving?” He helps you take off your sweater and you’re left with nothing on beside your underwear. “Or do you want me to be rough? Push you around and fuck you stupid?” You gulp, your attitude successfully shut down. “Come on, use your words.”

Somehow, you manage to gain your composure. “Want you to take off your clothes first.”

Jimin chuckles, lowly and with a promise of more to come if you’re patient and behaving well, according to his commands. “You’re not the one to give orders here, baby.” he retorts. Then, he’s gripping your knees, pulling your legs apart and putting your pussy on full display for him.

There’s already a dark, wet patch forming on your grey panties and he tsks disapprovingly. “You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want it that much, huh?”

You nod. “Please, touch me.”

“Try again.”

So he’s in that mood today. You’ve explored a fair share of kinks with Jimin so far and what you know for sure is that he always takes the leading role in bed. He likes to dominate, be the one in charge, railing you into the mattress until you’re crying out so loud your neighbours are banging on your walls.

You slip into your role naturally, your usual confident behaviour gone and replaced with timidity. He relishes in seeing you like this, helpless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to how you act on daily basis.

Jimin pins you with his dark stare and you give in. ‘”Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He rewards you with a feather-like touch of his fingers on your pussy. He finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with practiced strokes until more juices drip down from your hole, wetting your panties embarrassingly fast. Your legs shake with want for more, to feel him sink his digits knuckle-deep into your cunt and finger you like he did that one time in a bathroom on your flight to Japan.

He doesn’t seem the slightest bothered with your state, ignoring your pleading eyes and wanton moans. He hasn’t even taken off your underwear yet and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm.

Jimin knows your body inside and out, probably better than you do, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that he can sense when you’re about to climax. He withdraws his hand from your center seconds before your release. You can’t help but huff with annoyance.

“Something's wrong, babygirl?” he asks, saccharine-sweet and annoyingly innocent.

Your retort dies on your tongue the moment he decides to unbutton his white dress shirt. You’re too distracted with delicious lines of his sculpted chest to complain about your denied pleasure anymore. Your hands itch to touch him but you stay immobile, devouring him with your eyes instead.

Jimin notices you're staring and smirks. “Like what you see?”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

He then stands up from the bed and motions for you to come closer. You oblige without an ounce of confusion, crawling until you’re sitting on your heels in front of him. It’s a rather humiliating position but you can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins when he cups your chin and tilts your head up.

“Take off my pants.”

You rush to obey, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands because you know what’s coming next once his pants are pulled down. He’s already hard, the prominent bulge of his cock straining in his briefs.

“Now my underwear.”

You nearly moan out loud when his cock slaps his abdomen, mouth salivating to take him in deep but you don’t dare touch him without a directed instruction. He makes sure your eyes are on him and starts stroking himself, spreading the precum all over his length, hissing when his thumb rubs the sensitive head of his cock.

Jimin groans, low and throaty, and you whimper quietly in response. “What, baby? You want my cock that much?” he asks, his left palm cupping your cheek. You whisper a meek “Please” and he chuckles. “Come on then. Show me what that slutty mouth of yours can do. Open up.”

Your lips part on command and you nearly moan when he guides his cock into your mouth. You’ve sucked Jimin's dick enough times to know what he likes, what brings him to the edge quicker than hitting the back of your throat. You lick the tip of his cock, eyes darting to check his reaction and, just as you expected, his features twist in pleasure.

You relish in a minute or two of the control you have over him before he grows bored with your teasing and decides to fuck your mouth instead. But for now, you make sure to have him suffer a little for that stunt he pulled earlier when he didn’t make you come.

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks for extra stimulation. Your hands reach to fondle his balls and you smirk around his cock when you hear a groan leave Jimin's mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, moaning at the praise. “My pretty slut.”

The first hit on the back of your throat makes you gag because fuck, is he big. The only thing bigger than Jimin's ego seems to be his dick, apparently. When he threads fis fingers through your hair you know what’s about to come; jaw relaxed, saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, you’re ready to be ruined.

He withdraws, giving you exactly five seconds to breathe and then pushes forcefully inside. Your mind is filled with mental images of him giving your pussy the same treatment later. You would whimper at the thought, if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of dick. Instead, you give your best, swallowing every inch of him obediently.

“That’s it,” he rasps, clamping one hand on the back of your neck for better leverage. “You’re doing so good, baby.” When he nudges the back of your throat again, you feel him throb. He pulls away from the warmth of your mouth seconds later, panting heavily. He falls back onto the bed and pats his thighs. “Come here.”

You scoot closer to him and crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you from below, pulling you in for a kiss. The hands he previously gripped your waist with now travel upwards, unhooking your bra. Your hips unconsciously move, pussy gliding along the flexed muscles of his thigh.

Jimin notices your desperate attempt at getting some friction on your most sensitive parts and helps you rock your hips. He moves your panties to the side and you moan, felling the delicious pressure on your bare center. He’s watching with amusement as you’re falling apart on his thigh, thumb reaching to rub your clit. You cry out, climaxing so hard you’re almost seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

He keeps helping you ride out your high until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. “Did you like it?” he then asks, urging you to look at him. “You were so desperate to come, sweetheart. Fucking yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat,” You whine instead of responding, earning a harsh smack on your ass. “Use your words.”

Another slap lands on your cheek and you mewl. “Yes, I loved it, sir.”

He chuckles, maneuvering your body so you’re now positioned over his cock. He gives your ass a firm squeeze and you whimper, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs despite orgasming just minutes ago. “Ride me, baby.” he says.

You hurry to obey, guiding his cock inside you. It's a tight fit but your wetness makes it smoother to push him deeper. “So big,” you mumble, bottoming out. You know damn well Jimin likes to be praised and if the smirk that stretches on his lips is anything to go by, he enjoys what you just said. “That feels so good, sir.” You start moving your hips languidly.

“Yeah?” Jimin quips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost makes the skin bruise. “Then show me what a good girl you are for me. Fuck, look at you. You’re so hot.” His palms cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your nipples.

You keen at the praise and quicken your pace. Your thighs start to burn but you ignore that, bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick like there’s no tomorrow. The room is filled with lewd noises, skin slapping on skin. Jimin looks down, staring at his cock coated in your juices as it disappears inside your hole. He curses at the sight.

Your legs start to shake, huffs leaving your lips. “Sir–please,” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.

“What do you need, babygirl?” he asks, pinching your nipples. You squeal, your pace losing its previous rhythm.

“I’m so close.” you stammer. “Please–touch me.”

“Where you do you want me to touch you, baby?” He ignores your whimpers, the way your pussy keeps squeezing his cock in a vice grip. “Here?” He touches your tits again and you shake your head violently. “Or here–” His fingers find your clit and you cry out loudly. You feel so full, his cock hits your cervix every time you drop down onto him.

“Yes, yes,” you chant, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. You probably look right now like a professional porn star but you couldn’t care less, not when you’re so close to the climax. “Sir–fuckfuckfuck, please!”

“There you go,” Jimin coos, circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. “Come for me, baby.”

You’re gushing around his dick, arousal leaking out of your hole and coating his thighs with your release. Your upper body gives out and you collapse onto Jimin, your cunt pulsing from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.

“Oh god,” you mumble. “I just saw the answer to the whole universe.”

You feel Jimin's chest shaking with laughter and when you look up, you find him grinning at you. “That good?”

“That good.” you confirm, sighing tiredly.

“Are you okay?” You hear him asking. No matter how much he likes to push you around and fuck until you’re seeing stars, he always makes sure if you’re feeling comfortable to continue.

You spare him a nod. “You know I can handle it,” you say, lifting yourself up. “I’m a tough girl, right?” Despite the oversensitivity, you start rocking your hips again. “M-made for you.”

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, made for me,” he confirms and slaps your ass. Your pussy flatters around his cock. “Not like this,” he mutters and turns you onto your back with one, swift motion. “Much better.”

You pout. “You didn’t like it when I was riding your cock, sir?” You’re bluffing, but a girl can her fun too.

He clicks his tongue, guiding his cock through your folds again. “Oh, baby, I was enjoying it very much,” he says, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. “But now I want it harder.”

He fucks you just like he likes the most; fast and rough, unforgiving. He leans down for a messy kiss that’s all teeth tongue and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees his saliva dripping down your chin.

(He decides right here and there that he might wanna explore his newfound fantasy soon.)

Soon you’re feeling the coil in your stomach tightening for the second time, embarrassingly quickly so. You moan, cunt squeezing around his dick. “Again?” Jimin asks, voice laced with both mirth and disbelief. Tears well in your eyes and you give him a nod. “Such a fucking slut.” he spits, slithering himself into you even faster than before.

Your third and final orgasm is so powerful and sudden, it nearly makes you black out. Jimin curses, fucking you through it. “Kiss me,” you whimper deliriously and he obliges, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “I love you.” you whisper into his lips and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“I love you, I love you–fuck.” he groans and spills himself inside, coating your pussy with his seed.

He collapses next you, chest heaving with every exhale. Your legs feel like jelly and you know you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Just when you’re about to tell Jimin to call in sick and spend the whole day in bed instead, he suddenly sits up.

“Wait, I forgot I have another present for us.” he says, rushing to pick something up from underneath the bed.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jimin, I swear to God, if you bought us matching t-shirts–”

He grins like a child, showing you two white pillows, the most basic ones you could ever think of, with ‘his side’ and ‘her side' written on them. It's cringy and ridiculous and you fight an urge to punch him, but you don't.

Because it's Jimin and you will never complain about it.

Because you love him. And that's all that matters.

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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The Purest Things: Wingmen (Aaron Hotchner x Female BAU! Reader)

this is based on season 10 episode 10 “amelia porter”

Warnings: None. Pure Fluff.

A/N: I am so beyond obsessed with the mutual pining. Initially, this was going to be one part, but I have to slow burn the heck out of this, so it'll be a few parts. Enjoy!

The Purest Things Masterlist

august 2014

Bookend: "You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever." – Love & Other Drugs

I walk into the jazz club, searching for Rossi. For the past year and a half, we have frequented this classy establishment, bonding over our shared passion for jazz and fine liquor. We come here every Friday unless the job keeps us away. It's a form of escapism that I have grown to cherish deeply. With a job like ours, finding something to look forward to each week, some semblance of a routine is crucial.

I stroll over to “our” booth, but instead of seeing David’s familiar face, it's that of the Unit Cheif. I throw my head back and laugh, “Of all the people I could have expected to see here...you were not one of them.”

Don't get me wrong; I'm not upset to find him here. I could never get enough of him. I see him nearly every day of the week, I have weekly movie nights with Jack, and Aaron and I have been to hell and back with each other over the years.

He shakes his head and smirks, “What can I say? I'm full of surprises.”

“So tell me Aaron Hotchner, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“David Rossi, ” he emphasizes.

“So you’ve been recruited as one of his wingmen too huh?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well I'm glad you're here.” I slide into the booth next to him.

He glides his cup in circles along the tablecloth, “Me too.”

“May I pry?” I inquire.

He nods, “You may.”

“Why exactly are you here? Believe me, I'm thrilled you're joining us, but David and I have been coming here for over a year. Why'd he invite you now?”

His shoulders tense up, and then he inhales deeply, the tension releasing when he exhales.

“If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that Beth and I are no longer together.”

“Oh my God, Hotch. I'm so sorry, I didn't know.”

Aaron looks up at me; the professional man, the profiler I'm so familiar with, is gone. Instead, he looks at me with the eyes of a vulnerable man, someone who loves so passionately and craves that same love in return. This isn't the first time he's looked at me with those eyes, and I pray that it is not the last time. If it were anyone else, the prolonged eye contact would deter me; my glance would dart in the other direction. But, for years, I have savored these intimate moments with him. I'm not exactly sure when this connection began or when it deepened to the awareness we now have of one another.

Most likely, it began shortly after Haley’s death, when I started to spend more time with Jack or those late nights working in the office with him. Maybe it was that time I brought him his favorite coffee and bagel to his house because I knew he wouldn’t feed himself otherwise.

(Aaron’s P.O.V.)

I gaze at her with utmost fascination. She is a mystery I have never been able to solve, a profile I cannot complete. She is whole, a pillar of strength for our team, her family, me, and Jack. Yet, there is a fear within her that mimics a young child scared of the monsters that are both imagined and real. She’s seen and experienced things that no one her age should have to witness. I can see through the worn expression on her face. She’s holding herself together for the sake of everyone around her, but inside she’s slowly falling apart. All I want is to help mend those crumbling pieces and hold her together. She doesn’t realize that she has been doing that very thing for me for the past four years.

In my life, I have had the opportunity to love deeply and freely. But two of those loves stand in realms of their own. The first time I fell in love, it was with an opposite. A precious, symbolic tale of love and loss.

With Beth, I did love her. She gave me the strength to feel something again after Haley died. I found the ability to move forward with hope and recognition that I deserve happiness once again.

The second great love came in the form of a mirror. We share an empathy, an understanding of the fundementals of life and love that shapes our individual values. I was far from perfect when we met; I was detached, damaged, and hopeless. I felt like I was barely a man. Truth be told, I won’t be perfect after the fact either. But, she gives me a sense of realness that I never perceived as possible. And since the day we met before I even accepted the actuality of my affections for her, I strove to better myself. Every day since, and for the rest of my life, I want to work every day to be the man she deserves and needs.

Awakening from my trance, I speak up, “I am grateful every day for the relationship I had with Beth. I truly did love her. I love her still for the person she helped me become. I realized, through her, that I can choose to move forward with my life.”

“You deserve to be happy, Aaron,” she interjects.

“Some time ago, Rossi came into my office encouraging me to start dating again. He reminded me that Haley wouldn’t want me to avoid moving on. Of course, my immediate instinct was to deny that I was guilty of just that. But he was right. He told me that I am no good to anyone when I’m miserable.”

She throws her head back and laughs, “Miserable? No, I wouldn’t call you that. Slightly uptight? Absolutely.”

I gasp, exaggerating a look of offense, “I’m hurt.”

She touches my arm, and I can feel my heart stop for a beat. Something about her touch elevated my heart and soul to another plain. It’s as if her small hand on my forearm revealed the certainty I had been searching for.

I chuckle, “Don’t worry. David and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Phew,” she breathes out a sigh of relief, “Good because I didn’t know how I was going to dig myself out of that hole....but please, continue what you were saying.”

I take a deep breath, “When you and I met I had already lost my entire world. Haley had just recently taken Jack, we were fighting constantly, and then...” I feel my eyes beginning to sting, and I realize that she hasn’t taken her grip off my arm once she squeezes it reassuringly.

“When Haley died, it felt like I was staring into an abyss. After the funeral, you found me alone, in some room that I had escaped to for some solace. But I didn’t feel any relief. And then, you came in. You sat across from me, and we just sat in silence. Somehow though, more was said in that silence than I had ever dared to utter out loud to someone. You didn’t know it then, but you saved me that day. You saved Jack too.”

I hear her short intake of breath and look over to see her lip beginning to tremble.

“Aaron...”

As much as I want to hear her melodic voice speak to me now, when I am most unarmed, a feeling that is entirely foreign to me, I have never felt so driven to yell from the top of my lungs a profession of love for this woman.

I begin to speak again, and I am immediately interrupted by Rossi, accompanied by the jazz singer hooked on his arm.

“La mia bella ragazza! Finalmente sei arrivato,” he says, kissing the top of her head. She blushes slightly, her eyes flickering to me briefly.

“You are a sight for sore eyes my dear. Is she not Aaron?”

I take a sip of my drink, glancing at y/n, her beautiful y/e/c sparkling back at me. How can anyone put into words just how beautiful she is?

I nod, “She is indeed.”

I’m suddenly made aware of the absence of her touch on my arm. How can someone’s touch both simultaneously have such a stronghold on you and also set you free? Regardless of the reason, I long to savor that feeling once again.

“Well,” she inches out of the booth, “I’m going to get a drink. Can I get you boys anything?”

We shake our heads in unison. Rossi suggests that his date join her.

He places his hand on my shoulder, “So? Any progress made?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm her. There’s so much I want to say. But I feel like I’ve put her through enough already. I’m an old man Dave. I’m a widower with a son. The damage I’d be asking her to cope with, the burden I’d be subjecting her to...”

David clears his throat and slips his phone out of his pocket. He swipes through some photos in his camera roll and lands on a photo of y/n and me. It’s from a cocktail party he hosted a few years ago. Jack, y/n, and I are sitting on the grass in Rossi’s backyard playing with dandelions. I can still hear their laughter filling the air: Jack’s squeals and y/n’s child-like giggles. We felt like a family. I would give anything to relive those moments of genuine bliss, to feel that sensation of being complete, heart, mind, and soul once more.

“Sometimes,” Rossi begins, “when people are destined to be together, their love grows over an undetermined span of time. It could be months, weeks, even years. You both may feel the shared pain of this rollercoaster called life and the hurt that comes from being separated from one another, but this helps you better grasp the priceless value and purity of the love you share. There is no easy road to love. Anyone who claims otherwise is doomed to be plagued by the mediocrity that is a false sense of security. The path you are on, Aaron is the one walked by the greatest lovers in history. In layman’s terms, don’t screw this up.”

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nhinxsworld · 3 years

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Hello, I really enjoyed your piece about Gojou's kinks in your masterlist! I was wondering if you write for male reader? Maybe a third year that Gojou likes to punish and degrade in praticular and be possessive over? (Sentimental Gojou?? He's been teaching him since his first year) Reader isn't weak or innocent but he lets Gojou treat him the way he does because he doesn't have anyone else in his life and Gojou has him wrapped around his little finger? Take it wherever you like, I'm sorry if this is too fucked up x

Is this what you wnated Im not sure!!! But i liked the request anyways 🥰 was little confused about what to do about male reader since I myself am not male! but it was fun to try i hope I did you justice on this :)

reader has Inumakis curse!!!

Gojo Satoru x male reader

my list uwu

warnings: manipulation ; non-con/dub-con(?) ; just slight degradation ; yeah im not good at this probably a couple uncomfortable stuff usage of slut etc.

Gojo Satoru loves all his students, he really does yet he still can't help himself but to pick favorites. They've all grown on him, but he can't seem to take his eyes of one specific student.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who Gojos favorites are, it's easy to tell his favorite is his beloved third year.

Picking you up since you're only fifteen, Gojo had a liking the way you just seemed to always search for his validation. For you it has always been Gojo, Gojo, Gojo.

He has his pretty boy, by a leash and he decides how long it is.

The soccerer hums happily when he sees you in the classroom all alone, stepping inside he closes the room, causing you to look up at him.

"(Y/n)~" he calls almost too sweetly and puts his hand on the table pushing whatever you've been doing out of the way.

The rattling of paper, is heard. Before the paper could even land on the floor. He pulled down your mask to reveal your curse pattern, gripping you by your jaw "(Y/n)" he repeats and you look at him, eyes staring at his blindfold where his would usually be, yet you couldn't help yourself but trail from his blindfold to his rosy lips.

Just staring at him not able to say a word.

"Am I not your favorite?" he asks and you just stare at him. Why was he asking that, of course he is your favorite. Who else could it be?

Not allowing you to give him any kind of answer, he presses his tumb to your lips pushing at your bottom lip until, you bought out your tongue to lick and suck at his finger, making him smile.

"Haha of course I am your favorite. Who else would indulge such a dirty boy like you?" he chuckles as he spits in your face making you close your eyes instinctively. "Surely not Yuuta. Yuuta didn't pick you up when you needed someone the most now did he?"

Opening your eyes you shoke your head as Gojo just watches his spit run down your cheek like tears before he whipes it out in your face, his fingers lingering over your curse marks.

"That's right Sensei did." he reminds you once again, that it was him that took you in. It's him who made you, who you are and he can take it all away if he desires.

The older tugs at your shirt "Take everything off."

Starring at him for a moment you unbuttoned your uniform, that Gojo had chosen for you. Like many other choices, Gojo did them all for you.

Stripping of the shirt, taking off the shoes, slipping of the pants, your reached for you boxers too, taking everything of for the man before you. You're just so willing to listen to everything he says.

Pushing you down against the table he hums looking at your exposed body, the room feeling a couple degrees too cold now fully exposed, yet some other parts of your body are burning.

His large hands presses against a bruise on your side watching whince in pain and he just smiles "You see (Y/n), I have nothing against Yuuta. I like him, he is a precious student just like you."

Tracing over the bruise from your training session with the other pupils Gojo just laughs "But I have an issue, if you're getting hurt because of Yuuta."

Fingers digging into your bruise, until he hears you whine "because you're mine, this body is mine and I don't like my property getting damaged."

His, his body, his property, those words seems to spiral in your mind. His, his his, it's something you wished for. You remember clearly, the day you ran to him needing his comfort, his guidance, his touch.

Another laugh escapes his lips as he stares you down "Did my pathetic boys cock just twitch from me digging into his wounds?"

His grip gets even harsher "Or is it because this wound is caused by Yuuta? It's because of me right?"

You didn't answer him, it's none of those two options right? He had made you strip down in classroom, you're just anticipating for something else right? You're not getting off to him hurting you like this right?

A smirk spreads across his face "This bruised is caused by Sensei yeah?" he traces over it slowly as it has taken an even darker colour than before and you looked at him with scared eyes.

You weren't sure when it took a turn into this direction, from wanting to be with him, needing him as figure to guide you through the dark, to now depending your whole existence on him.

"You look so exited." he smiles as he traces careful lines under your eyes "Did you miss me?" he presses against the bruise soflty just to remind me you again of the aching pain "You can't live without my touch can you?"

You're terrified to feel this way, even more terrified the way your cock twitches from feeling like this.

He gives you a look of pity "I've told you, you're mine." Knocking against your head with his finger knuckle "Your dumb brain hasn't understood yet hmm? But your body has, and it's so honest."

"Don't you like it when Sensei talks down on you?" he questioned as he cups your face "I'd call you my pretty boy, but that doesn't make your little cock hard now does it?"

"It only does when I call you a pathetic slut, who is needy of my attention." his voice growls and to your confusion your body does react to those words, supporting his statements.

His hand gripped your throat with an amused yet somewhat judgemental face, he squeezes your neck just tiny bit, until he can hear you choke "You like this too don't you? When I'm mean, when I hurt you?"

It's hard to deny, to shake your head, wanting to tell him no, when you can't speak and you're body giving a completely diffrent answer. A harsh slap to your face, has you feeling it in your lower area.

"Haha~" he smiles "Pitifully cute aren't you?"

"You love sensei so much don't you? Your body grew accustomed to Sensei touching you the way he likes it hmm?" he askes you questions for questions knowing well you couldn't protest against him.

"Remember when you used to whimper around so cutely? When I used to praise you?" the older beams, reminiscing of older times "Sensei is your first hmm? He took such good care of you didn't he?"

"Such good care of you and your body." Gojo hums, pinching and twisting your nipples until they're hard "I had fun."

"It's so honest just for me now." The soccerer sounds proud of himself, proud to have taken such a pure boys first with love and care, just to slowly drift of that road.

Binding you to him with promises and words of love.

You felt a lash like feeling on your body, caused by his infinity "stop..." you choked out and he tilts his head to the side "Stop? You know that doesn't work on me dummy."

"When has it ever?" he laughs as he traces over your curse marks once again "Besides why would you want me to stop?"

"You like being bruised and hurt by me, no?" he continued and you want refuse, tell him no, but all you're able to do is shake you're head at him until he decides to hold your face still forcing you to nod.

"Don't lie to me." he pulls down his blindfold to reveal the sky blue eyes you've fallen in love with "You wanted me to do this, don't you remember?"

"You're such a good boy. I love you so much (Y/n). You're so perfect, I promise I'll be gentle, just tap me when I need to stop okay?"

"(Y/n), can we try something? Ill take it slow."

The first time you tapped against his skin, asking him to stop, with tears running down your cheeks and he stops to kissi your marks "Don't worry baby, haha see I stopped." Yet you failed to notice his cock just growing harder in his pants from the way you're crying.

Cries and taps, rapid taps against his shoulders, that turned into slaps, you're voice breaking from telling him to stop, an activation of your curse until he halts, blood running down your lips, you failed to notice how your curse didn't effect him "Awww no don't cry, it's okay, it's okay. I won't hit you anymore, if you don't like it. I love you, you don't have to do these things, because I like them. Don't worry about me, I give you what you need. You don't seem to like the things I do, maybe we should stop here."

The older had stopped touching you from there on just smiling and waving when sees you, no hugs, no kisses, no praise, nothing comes from him after what had happened making you feel guilty. This is you're fault isn't it?

Gojo always indulged in yours needs, why couldn't you indulge in his.

So the next time you see him you stopped him in his tracks, taking his hands in yours, already felling special as he had let you through his infinity. Bringing his hand to your face, you slapped yourself, and if you could see his eyes widen underneath his mask.

"Hmm? What's that for little one?"

Tugging your neck piece down you looked at him "Hurt me. Love me."

"Remember??" he looks psychotic "you wished for me to do this, I'm indulging in your fantasy. You've placed this curse on yourself, you placed this curse on us."

Gojo never leaves himself unprotected from your curse speech.

The soccerer never lets himself be vulnerable, specially not such technique as yours that is just so easy to block out. You can scream and hurt your pretty throat all you want, he won't be having any of that.

Gojo wraps his hands around yours and bought it up to his cheek slapping himself "Hurt me. Love me"

"That's what you did. I had nothing to do with that." he chuckles "You did that all on your own. I didn't force you, you wanted to be mine and I made you mine. You have to hold responsibility you know?"

Bringing you down to your knees infront of him unzipping his own pants "Don't strain yourself, you don't have to to say anything. Sensei knows, he always knows best for you hmm?"

Pumping his own cock a couple times he forced it into your mouth "Now be good boy."

Hands gripping onto his tight as he just fucks your mouth to his content, just so he can hear you choke and see you cry.

He just can't help himself when his pretty boy looks so lewd sucking him off, like it's the only thing you're made for.

"Hmmm, fuck. Might as well just be my full-time cocksleeve, if you like getting bruised and hurt so much, I'll just have to do it." he chuckled as you felt another lash like feeling against your skin making you moan.

"Awww, such a painslut aren't you?" he smirks as he looks down on you to admire his mess, his hand in your hair forcing down more than you can take "Come on slut, you've done this often enough."

A groan escapes his lips as he pulls you off him allowing you to breath "stop, please...." your voice broken and hoarse and just smiles "Didn't I tell you already not to strain yourself? You're so funny trying to pull these things on me."

No matter what you say, no matter what you do with Gojo it has no use, until it's something he wants himself.

"Or are you just that much of a plain slut? Needing to damage yourself as much as possible?" he asks as you felt the cold sole of his shoes pressed against your cock.

"Pathetically cute." he beams when he sees you're all hard and leaking, just from the way he talks to you and the sole of his shoes pressing against your lenght.

"Oh sensei loves you so much." he grins as he places a stinging slap to your face that stings and burns "And I show it through the pain I cause, I know you need this."

#gojo satoru #gojo imagine #gojo saturo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x y/n

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ilove-cedricdiggory · 3 years

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Kiss away the insecurities and pain

George x Reader

Requested? No, I just had this idea for a hot minute and needed some George fluff too

Summary - After Draco speaks down on your size, your head is full of the insecurities and your heart is full of the pain.

Trigger Warning - Plus size reader bullying, family abuse,

Your tears slipped down your face, sniffles leaving your lips softly. You were quite used to tears caused by Draco Malfoy, seeing as the pure blood considered you quite a disgrace. Your heart hurt at the thought of people seeing you like he said, especially your boyfriend, George.

You were bigger than most students at Hogwarts, your hips were what muggles called, child birthing hips, your thighs containing more stretch marks than you could count, let alone with both hands, and your tummy was quite the pillow for anyone you trusted to let rest their head on it.

For the most part, that spot was reserved for your amazing boyfriend, George, but you occasionally let your friends cuddle up with you, seeing as how they all commended you on your snuggling skills.

But, Malfoy had just cornered you, Crabbe and Goyle on each side, insulting you about as bad as your entire family did each time the school year ended and you were taken back to their grasps.

"As wide as an elephant." He laughed, looking back at Goyle. "Thighs bigger than the heads of our entire class." He perked in, satisfying the blonde. "I bet it takes three wands to lift her up in the air."

The words bounced in your head, shaking you to your core. The loudest of them all, being what Draco called out as you rushed out of the hallways, "Weasley's probably laughing at her every time she's gone. I bet Lee and Fred dared him to see how long he could last." The sharp words dug holes into your head, insecurities filling up every gap. There were many spaces filled to the brim with insecurities due to your family, but these were the first real ones you had with your relationship.

You had always been precautions with getting into any relationship, especially a romantic one. But George always reassured you that he was in this with you because of your personality, not because of your looks, but either way, he thought you were absolutely stunning. He loved your size, loved the idea of their being more of you to love. To kiss every inch of your skin, to love every ounce of your skin.

But, you hadn't ever considered this to be a dare. You knew Fred and George dared each other to do quite a bit of crazy things, but would they ever play with someone's feelings like this? They wouldn't do that to someone, would they?

No.

No they wouldn't, what were you thinking?

Well...George only really ever dated skinny people before you. People who felt confident in wearing crop tops on warmer days, girls who's thighs together were the size of one of your own. George never dated anyone bigger before you...

That doesn't mean he's playing with me, or was dared to date me, no way.

Tears fell from your cheeks, the inner turmoil digging the insecurities further into your skull.

You weren't sure what time it was when your roommates walked into your room, but each of them had questions for you.

"Where were you? Where have you been?" Their voices were right out of your closed curtains. You kept your eyes shut, hoping they would consider you asleep. After a few more moments, they walked off, although you weren't sure if it was due to them believing you were sleeping, or just annoyed from your silence.

The next morning came, and you still stayed still in bed. You heard your friends come close to your bed, but walk off, moving down stairs to bed. Once you confirmed it was just yourself, you peeled off of your bed and slipped on some of your muggle sweatpants and a bigger sweater, one you purposely bought to be bigger so it could surround you. You silently moved out of your common room, down the hallways, and into the medical wing. Maybe you could convince Madam Pomfrey you were under the weather and give you an excuse to stay in bed.

She took one look at your face, sighed softly, and moved to hug you tightly. Your cheeks still red and puffy from all the tears shed, your eyelashes still damp from the way you fell asleep. Before you said a word, she guided you to a bed and handed you a mug. "It's hot cocoa. You can't stay for longer than today, but I'll tell your professors you're suck and staying in here with me." You were incredibly grateful for the woman, taking a sip of the warm liquid before curling into a ball on the bed.

You hoped George wouldn't hear anything of your recent wearabouts, but you knew your professors would question him about your illness, all of them knowing about your relationship status with the red head.

The hours ticked along, Pomfrey bringing you food, but for the most part, it sat on your bedside table, untouched. Right as you began to drift off to sleep once more, the doors slammed open, causing a bang to vibrate through the colder area. "Mr. Weasley's! What in earth are you doing?" Pomfrey immediately began scolding the two boys, glaring at them.

While you expected George, you still expected Fred, seeing as you had been best friends with them long before you and George began to date. You got them out of punishment your second year and they decided to keep you around. Fred had comforted you after small fights with George, laughed with you while his twin was stuck in the library, trying to understand a lesson he missed, or sat with you at dinner when George had his own detention.

"Madam Pomfrey, where is she? I haven't seen her in two days!" The voice of your boyfriend spoke to the older woman, trying to glance behind her to find your bed. "Mr. Weasley's, she can't have visitors right now, I'm sorry." She began to push them out, closing the doors behind them.

"She has to! I need to see her, we both do! Is she okay? What's wrong with her?" The two were finishing each other's sentences, trying to communicate to the older woman how badly they needed to see you. She glanced back at you, watching as you shook your head no quite quickly. Raising an eyebrow, she opened the doors once more, letting the two in. "Madam Pomfrey!" You groaned, turning over to your other side quickly.

This woman.

You heard their footsteps rush to your bed quickly, finding your covered bed quite quickly, seeing as you were the only one in here. "Your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to keep the tears from slipping from them once more, hoping they would believe you were asleep, even though you were talking moments ago.

"Hey love." George sat right on your bed, Fred taking the seat behind you. "How you feeling?" He asked softly, running his fingers through your hair softly. After a minute of unresponsiveness from you, he sighed softly. "We know you're awake." Fred's voice spoke this time, moving to stand, looking down at you.

You sighed, turning to look up at the two red heads, praying to whatever God was there that your face had calmed down from your last crying fit. But, alas, you were left to curse whoever was out there, seeing both of their faces scrunch up in confusion. "Are you okay love? Are you in pain? I thought Pomfrey would have given you something for pain." George mumbled, looking up to glare at the office, knowing she was in there.

"George, there isn't anything she can give me for this." You mumbled, looking away from them both.

"What on earth are you talking about? I thought the woman had a potion for everything." Fred said, moving to turn around to speak to the healer himself. You quickly grasped onto his wrist, keeping him still.

"I'm not sick, Fred. It was just Malfoy." You whispered, biting your lip at the admission. "What did the git do? Owl Lee, tell him to start grabbing some puking pasties." George spoke to his twin, hate already filling his eyes. "Love, it's nothing I haven't heard before." Your voice grew softer somehow, your heart hurting.

Both Fred and George knew about the abuse from your family, having comforted you many times as you sobbed into their chests. They both wished they could hex every person that spoke to you like that. George's arms quickly wrapped around your frame, pulling you to him, leaving space for Fred to sit on the bed himself. "What did he say?" Fred asked softly, hate filling his entire being.

"Just, normal stuff." You whispered, but felt George gruff at that. "No, what did he say, my love." George hating having to push this stuff from you, but also knew if you didn't speak it out, it would stay in your head for yourself to hear, over and over again.

"He, uh, he said I was the size of an elephant, that my thighs were bigger than everyone's heads in our class combined, that it takes" tears filled your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you spoke the words into the air. "That it takes three wands to lift me up and uh." You paused, not wanting to admit to the two what was being said about your relationship, with either of them.

"Hey, come on, you can tell us." George's warm thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You peered up at the boy, the boy you were madly in love with, and wanted to sob at the idea of having ever thought he would date you as a dare. He was the kindest, sweetest man you had ever met, besides his father, and you knew he loved you incredibly. You sighed, looking over at Fred, seeing him nod slightly, smiling at you.

"He, uh, he said that you were only dating me because Fred and Lee dared you to. That when I wasn't around, you guys probably laughed at the idea of me being with you." You whispered, finding yourself hating Draco about as much as you did your family. To put this kind of fear and insecurity about, not only yourself, but your relationship, had you disgusted.

Fred stood up abruptly, grabbing a spare parchment and pen from another side table, writing ferociously on it. "I'm going to bloody kill him. I'm going to kill him." George mumbled in your ear, holding onto you tighter. "George, I can't kiss you in Azkaban." You tried, hoping to see him crack a smile. "I'll take his place, they won't know the difference." Fred said, continuing to write on the paper. "Freddy, who's going to make me smile when George is in detention?" You hoped to get both of their attention once more, wanting to calm the twins down.

They began to speak to each other, planning what you assumed was the death of Draco Malfoy. "Fred Weasley, George Weasley." You interrupted, looking at the two. "While I want nothing more for a revenge to be set on the Malfoy, can we please just calm down for a second?" You whispered, looking at the boys. "I just want George cuddles and Fred jokes for a bit, please." Your heart hurt less with the honesty of your words to the boys, but your head looked down, hating having to ask for comfort.

Both the boys stilled, looking at you with regret and shamefulness. "Sorry." They both mumbled, George wrapping his arms around you tighter as Fred sat back in his seat. George pulled you into his lap, his hands running through your hair. "First off, you don't believe we'd ever do anything like that to you, do you?" His voice was shaky, afraid of you're response.

"Right after it happened, I was arguing with myself about it. My head was full of the insecurities, from Draco and my family, but my heart knew better. You two would never hurt me, especially not like that. Maybe an accidental prank, but that's the worse you two would ever do to me." You spoke, looking between the both of them. Fred smiled, nodding at you before George kissed you softly. "Secondly." Fred spoke, clearing his throat. "The last thing you should ever worry about is your size, y/n." He was soft spoken, a tone you only heard when he was serious.

"You're absolutely beautiful, incredibly smart, and so much more than your size of clothes. Draco Malfoy and your family are so incredibly insecure for trying to make you feel bad about yourself like that. So, so stupid." George kissed your head, attempting to calm himself down.

"I just, I hate the idea of people seeing me as nothing more than my size." You mumbled, looking up at the twins. "Y/n, you are so incredibly more than your size. Anyone who refuses to see that is nothing more than their stupidity." You smiled, laughing softly at them.

"Now, can we please go back to the common room to plan the sweet revenge on the twat?" Fred asked, George slowly standing the two of you up. You all walked to Pomfrey's office, thanking her for letting you stay for the day before you walked hand in hand with George.

You knew, no matter what was said about your size, Fred and George Weasley would always be there to make you smile, and George would always be there to kiss away the insecurities and pain.

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aks3raao1 · 3 years

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You know, there's a thing with characters that foil each other and serve as the "good" and "bad" respectively (Toga/Himiko, Tenko/Izuku, Nagito/Hajime, Ryoko/Hajime, Atsushi/Akutagawa) but that trope felt rather annoying to write, especially in the world I am trying to write about (ALTERNATIVE's world is basically MHA X BSD but like. 1000 times more fucked up and the Specialised are always prejudiced against. A terrible lot).

The title itself, ALTERNATIVE is to symbolise Romila's POV of "infinite choices and paths present for every being" and how she starts off the story with a decisive line of,

"Many people ask me if this could have been avoided. They beg for me to tell them that things could have been better. There are others too, who try to justify that this was the only way for things to have been. If you ask me, both are living in states of denial. One can't accept the stupidity of humanity for disregarding common sense for violence and prejudices. Another can't accept humanity's choice for having better circumstances if the one with the power chose to."

The thing is, the running theme is that the story is a bittersweet one, despite there not being many deaths of the main characters, but there was always a junction where you can see it could have been avoided, that there was an "alternative" for things to have gotten better, especially in the first book.

Another reason for the title is that it's basically an "ALTERNATIVE" to this world of ours, where super powers and stuff like those exist.

The subtitles of both the books (Myriad of Colours, Colour of Death) signifies Romila's power, "Aura Tracker" which lets her view people's aura as colours (Myriad of Colours is to signify the different kinds of people she meets, Colour of Death is about what affects her the most (death) and how she's constantly seeing that colour everywhere, especially now that it's war).

The thing about ALTERNATIVES is that Romila could have chosen to be a doormat (like Koldin tends to be at the beginning (his rp self is like THAT due to circumstances different to ALTERNATIVE's actual storyline. Also because Hack's a nicer person to be around than Romila is) in order to nOt hAvE cOnFliCt™) to not get into conflict and put up a super nice persona for people but she didn't. She decided to focus on hanging onto her reasons for doing what she does and using it to create a caustic personality to shield herself because she knows that she will regret being a doormat (Her Despair takes the form of Koldin Hopkins).

Now Koldin could have certainly put his hatred for society at the forefront and taken a caustic personality but instead chooses to be nice. Because he doesn't want to become as hurtful as the rest, that's how he wants to disentangle himself from society. However he, like Romila (who just took standing up for herself to extremes), takes this to the extremes causing him to gain the personality of a nice boy™.

However this also goes into why they made the choices they did (which is what Romila realises during the Mansion of Death arc), because for Romila, she didn't really have the psychology for actually becoming a doormat (because a) Her mom wouldn't have it b) She hated to be called weak c) She didn't have anyone to fall back to after the inevitable consequences of being a doormat d) She felt that if she were to live with monsters, then it's easier to blend in by being one (this comes useful to her when she infiltrates into the Government) e) She saw doormats getting suicidal which frightened her) or not becoming fully caustic (since her standing up for herself wasn't. Liked. By. Anyone. And seen as aggressive and she basically went, "Well if they see me as bad, I will show them BAD" which led to her breakdown causing the incidents at the Mansion Of Death (especially a twisted hatred against Koldin for extremely understandable reasons).

For Koldin, being meek and peaceful had let him get by in the streets and his skills to difuse fights had come in handy. Later when Dr. Hopkins took him in, he was well. A member of the Radicals who were known to be extremely merciless towards the Specialised (he had defected but Koldin had a REALLY good reason to be wary) so he figured if he stayed nice, he wouldn't be kicked out of the house and Dr. Hopkins being Dr. Hopkins just assumed that it was his normal and that behaviour carried into school. He figured that it was a horrifying thing to be aggressive and then saw how Romila got treated and decided that yep, he was right, that confirmed his world view alright and it was more reason to be super nice. While Romila saw Koldin as a person who everyone took advantage of (a thing she hated. To be exploited just like that) and went, yep that confirmed hers and it was more reason to be super angry.

However the thing is that, Romila was chided for being anything, which caused her to just give up to be peaceful (because what would she do? Anything she tried to do got her scolded) while Koldin (thankfully) found a support system. It really goes to show the difference a good friend can do.....

As it is, when I first began writing this, the most obvious choice presented itself to me. Koldin is the "hope" and Romila is the "despair" (on the protagonist, deutergonist side) but that seemed stupid and boring as it wouldn't make sense. Since I am trying to make a point of showing with how Romila's world view gradually changes from "there are wrong and right choices" to the fact that it doesn't have to be rigid and that *now* she wouldn't be hurt if she used what her vulnerable side wanted (a world free of prejudices and unnecessary cruelty) with the talents she had. That kindness mixed with her usual personality won't literally kill her.

And for Koldin, being a doormat means that he got taken advantage of a lot by different people and since he refused to actually stand up for himself ("Ah...aha......it seems that I can't..." "Can't what?" "Feel angry for myself......it's always anger that comes from the ones I love being hurt" "Then love yourself too, you will feel angry again" ~ Koldin's conversation with his inverted self in the Labyrinth) he got. Taken advantage of. By virtually everyone. However he decided that if being nice would keep him keep his self and his name self then it would be fine. He did not want to be the source of grief (his actual parents tossed him out because of his Specialisation). The Mansion Of Death actually causes him to snap for that reason, because Romila literally puts him in a torture dream "for the greater good" and then proceeds to kill his dear friend. One thing Koldin HATED. Killing friends. (Due to them being run over by a car, which led to his paralysed left arm)

Now on the other side, their respective friends:

Romila:

Luja: Cynical and annoyed by people's stupidity but not to caustic extents and she wants to be a scientist and isn't haunted by the possibility of dying.

Kratanos: Full of anger and hatred against the world but not entirely blinded by it and is focused to using that anger for reformation of the world (she becomes a therapist later, to help people)

They both have her caustic parts but they also let themselves embrace another side which makes them her "balance".

Koldin:

Anand: Believes that there's no requirement for violence unless it's absolutely necessary.

Karishma: Figures it's a better idea to just listen to rules but doesn't hesitate to break them if she sees that they are bs

They both have his peacefulness, but don't hesitate to do what they think they should do, which makes them his "balance".

The point is that, the case of choosing alternatives isn't possible with a tunnel vision. Even so, there are choices that literally can't be made due to the individual and circumstances. Sometimes the choice is to choose more than one choice. Well, that's one dramatic storyline......

It reminds me of DDLC side stories since everyone has a bit of the other person's solutions and more of a opposite personality (don't take this the wrong way, there are many stories like that and it's honestly a favourite to think abt but it's just that DDLC does it well especially since it's only a school environment). Tbh, I like dramatic storylines that rlly dig deep into a character's perspective (reasons why I'm in love with Hack and Axel in particular). My whole thing is that I'd rather read a story with interesting and in depth characters than one where only the plot is good so I say you made the great call of the century with Koldin and Romila's characters.

What you thought before getting into it is rlly how every great character arc starts. You focus on one, somewhat forget the other one until you review every single character for inspiration and then BAM! PARALLELS! It's really admirable how, even in this messed up world of specializations, you didn't purely focus on the plot bc it honestly sounds interesting enough to just stick around for Romila's life and journey. You could have ended it all with just that, but no, you smacked Koldin in there and said "be my interesting on par character that can kick Romila's gut" and IT WORKED SPECTACULARLY!!!

I really love ur writing and hoping to one day read (and maybe print out) every story you've ever written bc GODDAMNIT I NEED THE FEELING OF THOSE WORDS ON WORN PAPER WITH AN ARTISTIC COVER AND AN AMAZINGLY HEAVY WEIGHT

Aka, paperback. Bc that's how I like to roll and that's how good I think it is. 1000% worthy of a bestseller

#writing #mah fwend's story :3 #novel #ALTERNATIVE #Koldin Hopkins #Romila

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twinkleallnight · 3 years

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A Twisted Tale

Chapter 2

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 2334

Characters: Liam, Drake, Riley, Olivia.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: mention of death.

A/N: I m We are participating in @wackydrabbles prompt: "That makes my {body part} tingle." that appears in bold.

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An AU of The Royal Romance paving it's way through mixed emotions of wants, needs and desires, of revenge and regrets, of trust, faith and hope.

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Liam’s POV

Riley looks at me with concern and all I can do is shake my head, I didn’t want to get into it right now. All I wanted to do was talk to Olivia and she didn’t even give me a chance to say anything, just assumed she knew what I was doing.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask as we walk towards the jet.

Riley beams at me, I have never seen blue eyes sparkle like that. “More than ready. I am so excited.” She giggles as she walks towards the steps. I let her go first and damn, she is making it hard for me. She’s wearing a tight blue jean with a pink flowing shirt, but her ass is on display as she climbs the steps of the jet. I know it’s wrong, I am in love with someone else, but damn she’s beautiful and can I mention that she is making my pants pretty uncomfortable.

I shake my head to get the thoughts out of my mind, I need to focus. All I need is to get back to Cordonia and see Olivia. Then all of this will be over and I will be back to normal. Riley will only be working for me and probably become my friend.

The flight back to Cordonia is spent with me explaining to Riley how things work in Cordonia. I tell her about the ins and outs of the royal council and how to address each of the court members. She impressed me with knowing most of the things I was teaching her. I believe that she will do well in the Palace. She will obviously be my right hand, and she will have to attend functions and meetings with me, until I finally find my Queen. No wait, scratch that. Until I get married to my Queen. I just need her to fall in love with me.

The pilot lets us know that we will be landing. “Look out of the window.” I motion to the window next to Riley and I can’t help admire the happiness and excitement on her face.

“Wow, It’s really something else.” She says, a little too excited.

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After getting checked by security and getting the all clear, Riley and I make our way to the palace. Seeing the excitement in Riley’s eyes makes me see the place and the country in a different light. I have been here all my life and love my country, but I think I might have taken it for granted.

“Is this where I will be staying?” She points to the palace and I can’t help but smile.

“Yes, you will have your own room. Normally we will put you in the guest rooms, but I want you close to my wing. You will not be alone. My best friend, Drake Walker also stays in the wing you will be staying in.” I nod to Bastien as he pulls up in front of the palace.

“I can’t wait to start work. It might be weird, but I want to learn as much as possible.”

Bastien opens my door before I could say anything else. As I get out I see Olivia coming down the front step of the Palace. This is even more bad timing.

Olivia crosses the distance between us in a few swift steps. She curtsies in front of me dramatically, "Welcome back home, your majesty." I can feel the bite in her tone.

"It's good to be back Duchess." I smirk, as I take her hand and kiss the back of it. My eyes never leave hers. That is until she breaks my gaze and looks over my shoulder. I turn around to see that Riley has just stepped out of the car.

"Since when did you start bringing your dinner home?" I don't know if it's her regular snarky comment or is she jealous.

"Since it's too good to leave behind!" I say with a grin on my face. Lets see how far this can go.

She sneers at me and almost looks like she is going to attack me when Bastien interferes. "Can we take this inside, Duchess."

Olivia glares at Bastien. She turns around and storms back inside without saying anything.

I turn towards Riley. She is a bit flabbergasted at what just happened. "That's Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos for you." I offer her my arm. "Shall I show you to your room." She links her arm with mine and I can't help but smile at the jolt of electricity I feel when she touches me. Her cheeks turn a soft pink when her hand touches my arm.

As I am walking her in, I pass through the corridors and see Olivia sneaking into my study. I am a little nervous now thinking of what lies ahead. Upsetting the woman I love is not my style.

I try to be quick with Riley hoping she doesn't catch the hints of my nervousness.

"Please make yourself at home. Bastien here can help you if you need anything. I have some pending office work to complete. We can start with your job profile tomorrow."

Having said that, I quickly turn on my heels and stride down to my study. I enter and see Olivia standing with a wine glass. Her devilish smile welcomes me in. "Dinner was not to your taste? You left the party so soon?"

"I have my dinner preparing for me. I plan to make it breakfast and lunch as well. Maybe a reading snack in the library could work for me." I know I am digging my own grave. But I love bickering with her.

"Cut it out Liam." She snarls at me. "We both know your appetite well."

"Then don't make assumptions, when you do not know the whole story." I walk over to my desk and take a seat. "Now, we have matters to discuss. Please take a seat" I motion to the seat in front of my desk.

With a huff and a puff, Olivia gives in and sits in the chair across my table. I can still feel her restlessness. When she cannot contain it anymore she finally asks. "Who is she?"

I smirk as I lean back into my chair resting my hands behind my back. "She is my new personal assistant. We will be working closely together." I throw it out there. I need a sign that this is affecting her.

"Okay. Just a personal assistant." She reverberates. She fans it out, sipping her wine. As the warm liquid passes down her throat she relaxes. "What did you want to discuss?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing. Also I would like you to take Riley shopping. She would need appropriate clothes to wear to the office."

Not that I mind the clothes she's wearing, but selfishly I don't want the other men to look at her like that.

"If you are forgetting, I am a Duchess. Not staff at your palace. Why would I spend my precious time on a girl you randomly picked up from the streets of America. I give a damn at how she dresses. That's her problem if she doesn't have the basic training or dressing sense."

She then adds. "Ask Drake to do that. He knows better how to deal with Street hawkers, from where he comes."

"She is not just some random girl. I am asking you, because I want you to give her a chance. She's best qualified for this job. If you don't want to do it, I will do it myself. I don't mind spending time with her."

"For god's sake Liam! What's wrong with you? You are a king, not a teenage boy following a girl, holding her bags. You won't go shopping with her." She orders with authority. She loves me. She won't say it but she does. She tries to show she owns me. That makes my heart tingle. How can I resist her? I don't want to. I want to hold her tight at this moment and tell her how much I love her and I will do as she demands. But I resist the urge and continue defending my case.

"It is because I am the king that I can do this. I asked you and you said no, so now I will take her. Isn't that what you wanted. To have someone else take her?" I raise my brow at Olivia. I will get her to love me or at least admit that she loves me.

" I want someone else to take her because I want you to be with me at Lythikos. I have some things to discuss for the duchy."

It is not easy to bend her. She has her ways. She again found a reason to ignore my advances.

" Okay. I will come with you." I get up and move across the table. I take her hand in my hand. Her skin is soft against my touch. " If you promise that we will have dinner after work."

Her green eyes pierce at me.

"Fine." She says and slips out her hand to stand straight. "See you in an hour. You can accompany me on the drive to Lythikos."

She walks down to the door and turns before leaving. " I will ask Drake to help your damsel in distress"

"NO..." I stop and take a deep breath. "Fine, ask Drake to go with her."

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Olivia's POV

I walk out of Liam's study with a staid mind. This was not how I had expected things to progress. I have already started hating this American girl. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and start walking to the stables in search of Drake. He spots me first.

"Hey red hood!" He calls out from the booth where he is tending a horse.

"Hi Wolfie." I walk over to him.

"What's up?"

"Job for you." I wait to gain his full attention.

" At your service madam. Name it." He washes his hands and carelessly rubs them over his apron. He discards the apron to show off his chiselled chest. He has a habit of being ruthless about how his supermodel body has an effect on anyone around him. He pulls in a white cotton shirt but doesn't bother buttoning it up, leaving his rippled abdomen open for view. Had he not been a commoner, I would have let my fingers roam over his rugged body. I'm lost in drooling over his killer looks when, as if he has read my mind, he speaks.

"You were 25 inches up."

I turn pink on that comment and take my eyes off from his abs, 25inches up, to his brown eyes. I clear my throat.

"Liam has got some American girl with him. Says she is going to be his personal assistant and want you to take her shopping for her formal wear."

"And why would he send the message through none other than the Duchess?"

"Because I suggested it. He wanted me to do that, but I have some work at the duchy, and I am taking Liam along. That leaves only you available."

" So, you are trying to whisk away the king from the girl."

"No, I am not." I say firmly.

Drake ignores my comment and continues," But if she is going to be his personal assistant, you may have to up your game."

"There is no game being played here. Just do the damn shopping with her." My voice raises in frustration.

"Okay, okay. Will do it."

" Bastein will take you to her. See ya later." Before he can throw more questions, I spin and walk away.

After an hour, I am travelling alone in my car. Liam excused himself for some security check reasons, saying he will be there in another hour. I know he is taking his time luring his new found fascination in that girl. I feel my blood boiling at the thought of them together. I make a few necessary calls and wait for the road to end.

Seething in the same anger I stomp through the Chateau to my room. When I am inside I find aunt Lucretia waiting there for me.

She welcomes me with her crooked smile. "So how is my favourite niece doing?"

"Your only niece." I throw my purse callously on the bed and sprawl on it. I am staring at the ceiling trying to assess the situation.

She sits at the edge of the bed and moves her fingers lovingly through my loose hair.

"What is troubling you my darling?"

"I think I stretched it a bit too long."

"Stretched what?"

"Ignoring Liam's feelings. Now he seems to have got some seductress from his UN conference and is following her like a puppy all around."

"Oh dear, these girls come and go in the lives of nobles. Let him loiter around. He is a king and when it comes to choosing a queen, he will not look for some common girl. He will only have his eyes for you."

"I don't want to take this lightly." I prop up on the bed. "He is coming to Lythikos. He insisted on a dinner date with me. I am going for it."

"I think you are overreacting."

" Aunt Lucretia, I had that guy entwined around my little finger all these years. And today he got the guts to get some commoner and throw her into my face? I am no longer leaving it for chance. I am going to make him bend on his knees, and when he does that, I am going to gladly accept it."

I get back on my toes and proudly announce. "Once I become the queen of Cordonia, I will take the reins in my hands. The Nevrakis blood will rule Cordonia. The dream my parents had, will come true. And so will my revenge for their death!"

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a-mended-pact · 3 years

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Unsteady keys: Chapter Eight

A/N: Hey everyone sorry for the wait on this chapter! I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts.

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I was the first one awake. I tried to go back asleep but the longer I layed there the more my mind filled with images of him and Ethan. I wasn't upset about them having been together. Quite the opposite actually if anything I just wanted to know Spencer from back then. Was he happier? Did Ethan make him experience a happiness that I wasn't giving him?

This isn't jealousy right? I've never really had this emotion around Spencer before. He's never given me a reason to feel like this. It's a strange thing.

I glanced down at his hand resting on my stomach. His silver band was shining in the sunlight that was peeking through the curtains. Even though my mind was a wreck, the atmosphere in our room. Our home was calming. I didn't want it to be shattered. Of course I knew that eventually it would. I only hoped just not right now.

I closed my eyes and kept trying to fall back asleep when I felt his arm tighten around me and pull me in. He nuzzled into my neck and started peppering it in kisses. A soft sigh escaped me.

'Good morning love.' His voice was hoarse and extremely dreamy. I knew we wouldn't be able to have our talk about Cat if he sounded like that the whole time. All I'd want to do is jump his bones and show him exactly who he belonged to.

I rolled over to face him and groaned in small annoyance because of course he looked delectable. 'I can't tell if that was towards me or the thought of being awake with the sun in your eyes too.' While he spoke he was rubbing sleep from his eyes.

'Oh it most definitely was to you. It's not fair that I'm supposed to be upset and you look like this when waking up. Derek wasn't kidding when he called you pretty boy all the time.'

As I spoke I shoved him on his back completely and straddled him. I watched as he closed his eyes and let out a small moan as my hands purchased on his chest. The longer I sat there feeling him beneath me the more my mind filled with ideas. Pleasant dirty ideas.

I dug my nails into his chest and scratched him softly. I leaned forward and began kissing his neck, placing wet kisses up and down it until he started squirming beneath me. A moan left his lips as I bit his neck and started sucking. Sure I knew this wasn't a professional thing to do. Especially since everyone would definitely see it. That was the point though. I wanted everyone to see it.

Apparently the ring wasn't enough to show he was mine and I wanted to make sure the point got across this time around.

His hand wrapped itself in my hair as he held me down to his neck and grinded against me. Making me moan in his ear and him shudder at the sound.

I pulled away and sat up completely on him. 'This wasn't how this morning was supposed to go.' I punctuated each word with a movement of my hips. I could feel him through my panties. God it was a glorious feeling.

A small moan escaped him as he rested his hands on my thighs watching me. 'This definitely isn't how I imagined it happening either but I'm not gonna complain. ' He met my motions on his own and I couldn't help but dig my nails into his tummy.

'I'll only let thi-' before I could finish my sentence he bucked up into me and pulled me down to him by cupping my throat gently. I couldn't do anything but moan and whimper. Life definitely wasn't fair sometimes.

He kissed me hungrily at first until he pulled away and stuck his thumb on my swollen lip. 'Mark me. That's what you want isn't it? You want to have more of a claim over me than the ring on my hand. You wanna show them that my body is yours just as well as my heart. Do it Y/n. I'm all yours.'

We both rushed off the bed quickly to strip ourselves of our clothes before I shoved him down to the mattress. He laid there with his hands behind his head with a smug smile.

'I hate that you're right. I thought after we got married I wouldn't have to keep showing people that you're mine. I'd wipe that smile off your face though if I were you or else I'll make sure your breath smells like me when you interrogate Cat later, maybe even when you go talk to Ethan too.'

A small chuckle escaped him as he watched me climb up his body leaving bites and claw marks in my wake. 'Careful darling your possessiveness is showing.' I glared up at him from his belly before biting him there. He winced slightly but still held that blasted smile.

I was already turned on just by seeing him nude. He always had that effect on me and he knew that. Once I made it up to straddle him again he pulled my head down to his neck. 'Go on sweet girl. I know you want to.' I moaned into his ear as I rubbed my wetness up and down his hard cock. I laced my left hands fingers in his hair as I latched onto his neck. He lifted my hips slightly and aligned himself up with me and made me slowly sink down on him. I gasped and let go of his neck as he bottomed out completely. 'F-fuck!' I sighed into his neck attaching myself to him yet again as I started to ride him.

He felt amazing inside of me. Stretching me. I had missed this. We'd be so distracted with work and Diana and my mental health it's taken a toll on our sex life. I pulled myself back and rested my hands on his chest for leverage as I started riding him harder and faster. 'God, that's it. ' He moaned, throwing his head back in ecstacy.

I dragged my nails down his chest to the end of his happy trail making him buck up into me. His hand moved to my waist as he pulled himself up to cup my ass. He started kissing up and down my neck until he made it to my pulse point and bit. A loud moan escaped me as our movements became more violent. My hands began clawing at his shoulders and back.

A whine left me as he pulled me into a gentle kiss. His other movements making me thrash on top of him. My legs started shaking and clenching. He was the only thing keeping them apart. 'You're almost there sweet girl. Just let go.' I continued gasping and whining as his own thrust became a bit irregular. My eyes brimmed with tears when he began covering my neck in kisses and bites. My hands caught into his hair as I held him there.

'I- I don't wanna. Not yet.' I was so breathless I wasn't sure if he heard me. He smacked my ass making me let out another moan. A few tears escaped my eyes as I fought against my own orgasm. I didn't want right now to end because the moment it does we will have to actually confront the storm around us. I wasn't ready for that.

He cupped my face and caressed his thumb along my cheekbone. 'I'm yours. Only yours. All yours.' His thrust became sloppy as he kept kissing me each time he pulled back to speak and our lips were still touching. Caressing. I whined again and clung to him harder. I felt his other hand move between us. The moment his fingers touched my clit I felt myself come undone. He let me ride out my orgasm as he continued to thrust until he came too.

'I love you Mrs Reid. ' He said right before he tossed me off of him so he could get off the bed. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and I could do nothing but shudder. I was going to yell at him for what he did until he grabbed me by my ankles and jerked me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. Before I could ask what he was doing his face was buried between my legs and he had me pinned in place by his strong arms and hands.

'Oh! My god Spencer!' My hands immediately went into his hair as I squirmed from overstimulation. I was gonna cum within seconds. I'm sure he could tell too. It was always so easy drawing orgasms from me when he used his tongue.

He pulled back and looked up at me, his face glistening with my essence. He kissed my thigh and smiled at me. 'Sweetheart you shouldn't threaten me with something I would enjoy and then not do it.' He buried his face back into my heat bringing me closer to orgasm with each stroke of his tongue.

'There you go. Cum in my mouth darling. I'll be sure to talk to Cat and Ethan when we go into work first thing. ' I began shaking again as I grinded on his tongue. With a couple of more licks I was a goner. I climaxed into his mouth and he ate it up eagerly.

'I'd say you thoroughly marked me my love. '

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By the time we made it into work we were late. I had no regrets though. I could see her smiling at me the whole way Into the building. Obviously admiring her work. She was giddy and to be honest I didn't blame her because I was too. Even if my neck was killing me. Y/N really did a number on me. I was certain I'd get looks had I let anyone see me before I strolled into the interrogation room. This was going to be fun. I could still smell her on my skin and on my breath. I had brought my go bag up so I could clean myself off properly after. As much as I loved having her state her claim on me like this. It wasn't work appropriate nor was it polite to the rest of the team.

I had no idea whether or not my wife followed me here or not. Honestly I didn't really care if she did. This would happen whether she were watching or not regardless. I had let Cat get to close for comfort in more ways than one.

I sat down in the hard chair across from her and watched as she took in my new markings. Her face contoured from amusement to hatred back to amusement. 'Oh, Spencie looks like you've been a naughty boy. Are you trying to tempt me into ruining you too?' She went to reach up to touch me when the cuffs pulled her back into place.

'I'm married Cat. Nothing I do with my wife is any of your concern. However what is my concern is where Lindsey is. Why don't you give me a little hint?' My voice came out monotone. I really just wasn't in the mood for today. I much rather be surrounded by someone that wasn't such a pain in my ass.

She clicked her tongue at me as she let out a laugh. 'What like I'd just give you the answers? Please.' She scoffed. Her eyes never left my neck and I couldn't help but fight a smug smile as her emotions started getting the better of her.

I stayed silent as she thought of what to say next. 'Why don't we play a game first?' She smiled at me, her teeth showing. 'I think it would be more fun.' It was like she was reminding me she was still in control and that made me nauseous.

'If I guess right to my own assumption I'm gonna need you to tell me what I want to know but if I guess wrong I'll tell you everything I know about Lindsey.' The smile never left her face. Someone like her shouldn't be able to get under my skin. She was a killer and here I was thinking of how attractive her mind was as if she hadn't killed about 200 people.

'I'm not playing your games Catherine. If I heard right you and I aren't playing anymore. It's you and the misses.' I smiled as I got close to her making sure I blew my breath into her face. Her eyes widened as she Jerked herself away from me like I had burned her.

'You're a bastard spencie.' She looked away from me and down at her hands. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying not to cry.

'What's the matter? You are showing signs of jealousy. Do you wish it was you that did this to me? I leaned away showing off my neck a little as I stretched. 'You love the idea of getting your claws into innocent men especially when they aren't expecting it.' A smile formed on my features as I watched her struggle to make eye contact with me.

'Well I'm expecting it. I was from the moment we knew you were involved in this case. You are trying to taint me and Mark me as yours.' I pointed to my head and I watched as her eyes followed my hand movement. 'Luckily for me I've already got someone's claws into me and I wouldn't have it any other way.'

I got up to leave when I turned and looked at her

'Have fun with the other Agent Reid, Miss adams.' I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I closed the door behind me.

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liibrii · 3 years

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Chapter 1: Still the same

Ojiro Aran x fem!reader

Synopsis: In Aran's eyes you've always been someone he could lean onto. Before you lost touch after graduating that was. Now that you've found a way back into his life, cracking under the weight of the world, he's determined to be there for you as you were for him. It really is only the question of time before he falls in love with you again but he soon starts to realise he might not know you all that well to begin with...

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, friends to lovers

Warnings: timeskip spoilers, internalised guilt and shame, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, depression, anxiety, swearing, use of alcohol

wc: 3.1k

a/n: if you wanna be tagged lemme know. as always feedback is greatly appreciated! a big thanks to @rosecaffelatte for the help with header and dividers!

“I dig the new look. But why just the beard, why not grow some nice moustache too? You could twirl them during matches. Like some super volleyball villain.“

Aran's coffee goes down the wrong pipe. “Is that how ya see me?” he asks during coughs.

Years later and your laughter still sounds the same. Warmth spreading through him is still the same. It's been a few months since you moved to Tokyo to finish your degree. “Better late than never, right?“ you told him the first time you got coffee together. An unfamiliar bitterness laced your voice then.

“Me? No. But the opponent might.“ You add some sugar to your cup before making a sip. Aran remembers seeing your favourite drink on the menu and wonders why you ordered something else. Maybe you just don't like it anymore. It has been some time since he last saw you.

Almost four years to be exact. Has it really been that long? He remembers the reunion as if it happened yesterday and graduation only a day before.

“We're graduating in a few days so I made you all a little something.“ You pulled neatly wrapped gifts from your bag. “Don't look so suspicious.“Seeing team's faces made you scrunch up your nose. “It's just a framed picture.“

You made one for everyone, even the first years who were merely bench warmers. It's the picture of the entire team taken after you returned from your last nationals. Aran remembers vividly how insistent you were on hanging team banner in the background. 'We don't need memories.' “But I sure do,“ you joked.

There's a hand written message on the back side. A different note for every single member.

“Take that 'Tsumu!“ shouted Osamu back then and pushed his frame under Atsumu's nose, “Look here, 'Don't tell 'Tsumu but yer my favourite twin!'“

Atsumu sneered at his brother: “What're ya talkin' about? 'Tsum-Tsum yer on the way of becomin' the best setter the world has ever known. And don't tell 'Samu but yer my favourite twin!' Take that ya pig!“

Aran laughed with the rest of the team. How typical that you would play twins against each other to create chaos. 'Aran,' his note read, 'don't forget to stretch properly after practice! And please, never sprain your ankle during matches. World doesn't have to know all your socks have holes in them.'

The first time he noticed your absence in his life was only months after graduating. The volleyball club manager who yelled at the cheering squad in front of the entire gymnasium for making a first year cry during a practice match. Fearless.

You were there when he needed someone to lean onto. With a snack and a sports drink, staying late just to make sure he didn't go overboard with practice. A light slap on his shoulders when he was wallowing in self doubt. On the days it got especially bad you pulled a pack of ritz crackers from your secret stash of snacks and bought him a drink on the way home. Sometimes you'd sit on the stone fence by the crossroad where your path home diverged, gossiping for hours about your classmates and teachers. Aran found it so easy to tell you all the trouble weighing on his mind. Be it about school or volleyball, you listened. Even when he knew he was talking nonsense, even when he knew his worries were just unfounded doubts you listened.

“Better to try and fail than to never try at all,“ you once told him.

Aran's lips curved into a small smile. “Where did ya read that? Some ancient philosopher?“

“No, it's a song.“ You pulled out your phone from the pocket and offered him a headphone. “Wanna listen to it?“

It really was no surprise he fell in love with you.

But he never spoke of how his breath caught in his throat, how his heart pounded whenever you were around. How could he when he had always known that look of pure love and adoration in your eyes would never be meant for him?

How could it be when you were so obviously in love with Kita?

No matter how much his heart ached for you he had to admit you and Kita were a match made in heaven. Years later and he still remembers the pictures in your room, you and Kita aged five or so holding hands, bruised knees and dirty cheeks, you and Kita on your first day of elementary school, you and Kita graduating Middle school. You and Kita joining volleyball club together. You and Kita locking pinkies on the way home. You and Kita. Always you and Kita.

He was so jealous back then. It drained so much of his energy trying to prevent the sneering beast from taking over. So much suppressed emotions trying to protect the friendship he to this day holds so dear. But no matter what he did he couldn't prevent his insides clenching every time you took Kita's hand. Well, why did he even expect you'd chose anyone but him? You've known him your entire life. Kita was your best friend from before either of you even knew what that meant. He understood you better than anyone. Why would you ever choose anyone but him?

For years you were happy and for years Aran believed he had moved on. Once in passing Kita even bashfully mentioned marriage. Aran congratulated his friend, even looked at engagement rings with him. That night he cam home and collapsed on the bed dazed from emotions erupting back to the surface. In his lonely, empty apartment he cried his eyes out. Never before had he been so angry at himself. He believed he was over you. And with one single sentence from Kita vines carrying your name sprouted thorns and pierced his heart.

He was a terrible friend, wasn't he? Perhaps this was his punishment for wishing you were in his arms instead. You are happy, right? So why can't that be enough? Even if it's with someone else, if he really loved you then knowing you are happy should be all that matters, right?

You were happy. Until you weren't. Aran was never glad to learn you and Kita broke up. But he wasn't sad either.

“I always thought ya and Shinsuke were gonna be it.“

Warm sunlight dances over your face. You stare out the window, the gaze of your eyes sorrowful. Aran doesn't remember ever seeing you sad. You've always been the happy one, the one capable of lifting others' spirits no matter how bad it was.

You stir your drink. “I thought so too.“ When you lean back your eyes still search for something in the street. “But that's how it goes you know, sooner or later you realise you've been wrong. One way or another.“

You're trying to sound carefree and Aran's heart cracks a little. Why are you trying so hard to conceal the pain? Don't you trust him?

You are still his friend. He's starting to think that maybe... Maybe he isn't yours anymore. He shouldn't have brought up Kita. Idiot.

“Our semi-final match is next week. Ya comin'?“

Before you answer a small voice chimes in. “Uhm, excuse me? Ojiro-san?“ The boy's eyes sparkle with excitement as he asks for an autograph and a picture and Aran's more than happy to oblige. Two other kids show up and then their parents and some of the guests who had been throwing glances at your table for some time. Aran takes his time taking pictures and exchanging pleasantries. Meeting fans is the one aspect of being a renown athlete he likes.

When he turns back at you there's a fond smile on your face. “Remember those times when you thought you had no future in volleyball because you didn't get invited to youth training camp?“ Your voice softens. “Look at you now. Ojiro Aran, outside hitter of Japan's National Team.“

The light trace of pride in your voice makes his face heat up. “I was lucky to have friends who believed in me.“

“True. I better get going, my shift stars in an hour.“ You stand up and collect your things. “Talk to you later!“

What little of time you spent together always seemed to fly past too rapidly. Aran watches through the window as you hurry down the street. His coffee has gotten cold.

His spike wins them the semi-finals. In the eruption of cheering he can't hear your voice but he does see you bouncing on your heels right beside his family. You're wearing his jersey. Not a replica, it's the same jersey he wore the last season. You jumped from happiness when you opened the present. One more for your small collection of former teammates' jerseys.

Aran beams and waves in your direction. If he could he'd run over to hug and spin you around just like he used to do back in high school but he's called away. By the time interviews are over you're long gone. A part of him really hoped you would wait for him. Just like you did back in high school. All there is is a message telling him he was amazing and you're proud of him. His heart swells and for the rest of the day nothing can wipe the wide grin off of his face.

At the after party alcohol runs in rivers. Since there's no practice scheduled for tomorrow his teammates go wild. Aran downs his fifth or sixth shot having lost count a while ago. He's warm and giddy, from the victory, the alcohol, the girl on his lap running her hands up and down his chest. What was her name again? She pulls him to the dance floor, her hair is the same colour as yours and her body feels so nice against his... She looks at him funny when he calls her your name. He gets lost in the blasting music and dim lights, the haze of all the drinks and the arm around his waist.

The sound of the alarm clock might as well be a sack of rocks someone dumped on his head. Even still half asleep the blunt throbbing in his head is becoming unbearable. He wraps himself tighter with the thin blanket. Futon beneath shifts as someone climbs over him.

Or perhaps he's just dreaming.

When the second alarm rings Aran's eyes begrudgingly flutter open. He struggles to pick up the phone trying to hit that snooze button. He rubs the sleep off his eyes. That's not his phone.

The alarm is still ringing. Oh, he's going to have one hell of a headache today. His fingers shake when he finally finds the 'stop' button. For a few moments he lies motionless though the pounding of his heart rings in his ears. Last night is a haze of disconnected voices and pictures. The futon beneath him is too small to be his and he doesn't recognise the pattern of the sheets either. He probably slept with some girl from the party. Better get up and get the awkward 'morning after' conversation over with.

Sitting up he discovers all his clothes are still on. The room doesn't look familiar, yet the smell... There's something homey and intoxicating about it.

Standing up is a feat on its own. He's dizzy from the sleep and the alcohol and has to grab the edge of the desk to steady himself. He closes his eyes and waits for dizziness to pass. In the weak morning sunlight sipping through the window he notices books and pencils strewn all over. There's a framed picture on the window ledge. It takes a moment for him to recognise it.

Last year of high school, the last trip to the beach you made together. Akagi is giving you a piggy-back ride, Omimi holds both of your popsicles with a fond look on his face. Aran stands beside him, carrying the inflatable ring you guys later accidentally popped on a rock, and on the edge of the group is Kita. His face is covered with a post-it note.

Sudden sickness twists his stomach and it's not just too much alcohol to blame. He slides open the door and looks around before walking down a short hallway to the kitchen. You're just packing your bag. “Look who woke up from his beauty sleep. Want some breakfast?“

“Bathroom,“ is all he manages to utter.

“Last door on the right.“

He finds it not a moment too early. How embarrassing, to be throwing up at your place. He feels your hands rub soothing circles on his back as he leans over the toilet. Once his stomach settles down you hand him a glass of water and some headache medicine. His head is spinning. When he finally collects himself enough to stand up on his own you hand him a new toothbrush. “I gotta go in a few minutes. Professor doesn't like us being late.“

“What happened?“ His voice is hoarse.

“You had a drink too much Mr. Lightweight,“ you say with a loop sided grin. “A girl form the party called me in the middle of the night asking for someone to pick you up. It's a good thing she did cause everyone was so drunk they couldn't stand straight. You guys really did take celebrating to a whole new level. I did take you to your place but when we got there your keys were gone. So might want to look into that. Also I'm pretty sure I strained a muscle dragging you up the stairs.“ You glimpse over to the clock on the wall. “Listen, I really have to go. My roommate'll be home all day so you can stay if you want. And when you get hungry just take something from the fridge. You gonna be alright?“

Aran nods. Fuck, even that hurts. “Need to sleep it off,“ he mumbles.

You give him one more pat on the back before you leave. He struggles for a while trying to unscrew the tube of toothpaste. Never before has brushing teeth posed such a challenge. He washes his face with ice cold water that does nothing to improve the headache or his mood.

He collapses back on your futon. So, this is your room then. It's nothing like the one he remembers from back home. The Vabo-chan plushie team gifted you for your birthday lies on the pillow. It still holds the ball Omimi made at the last moment, not that he was the one given this task in the first place. It was meant as a joke yet you brought it with you to Tokyo. Aran snuggles it, noticing how pale and worn out it's becoming. He drifts back to sleep, thinking he should tell the others you still have it. They'll be glad to hear it.

No matter how hard Aran tries to pay you back the money for the taxi ride from the party you refuse. The only payment you're prepared to accept is a trip to the seaside. The moment you see the endless blue water you run closer, discarding your shoes on the beach. Seeing you splash around in the shallow water makes him laugh.

He lays out the blanket and watches over you. It's good seeing the exhaustion on your face being washed away. Even if you didn't complain at all and said nothing he could tell balancing college and work is taking its toll. Despite smiling and appearing as carefree as always you seem tired. Aran is starting to fear you'll break under the weight of whatever it is you refuse to tell him.

He lays back on his bag, basking in the warm sun. Soon he dozes off. Once he wakes up you're laying beside him and scribbling in the margins of an article you have to read for an upcoming lecture. He lets you work and simply enjoys your presence. He missed hanging out with you, even if you don't do anything special he's just glad to have you around.

As evening falls he draps his jacket on your shoulders. You always loved stealing – not stealing he corrects himself, borrowing- you always loved borrowing jackets and hoodies.

“Hey Aran? Can... Can I tell you something?“ You hide your face beneath the hood of his jacket.

“'Course ya can.“

“Remember the old maple tree by the crossroad?“

Aran thinks for a moment. “Ya mean the one Suna dared ya to climb and ya fell down from?“

“That one yeah.“ A shadow of a smile flies over your lips at the memory.

“Everyone thought Oomi-sensei would throw ya outta the club. Shouldda seen the second year's faces when they thought we'll lose our precious manager.“

“A few months ago I walked past it. Thought about climbing it.“

“Lemme guess, ya couldn't? College life sucked all the strength from yer arms? Told ya ya should exercise more.“

“I was scared.“ You take a deep breath. “I climbed that tree a thousand times before. And now I'm too scared to even touch the lowest branch.“ You fidget with the hem of his jacket. “It scared me so much you know, not noticing how much I've changed.“

“Ya haven't changed that much.“

You look at him. “Haven't I?“

“No.“ Lies. A part of him knows it's lies. “Yer still the same. Our precious manager.“ He playfully pokes your shoulder. Yeah, you're still the same. You're still the you he remembers. “Yer my friend. Fearless. Always there to kick some sense into me.“ You're still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago. “Yer one of my best friends. Nothin's gonna change that. Besides-“

“I hated you.“

Seagulls' calls. Waves crashing on the shore. People chatting in the distance. “Well, hate might be a bit too strong...“ You pull your knees to your chest and hug them, your eyes fixed on the waning light on the horizon. “I was so envious of you, you know? Of all of you... You, Akagi, Omiren,... You all knew what you wanted, you going pro, them going to college, and Shin... Even back in school I was the odd one out. I couldn't admit to myself that I envied you. Now I know it was wrong. So fucking childish. But that's how I felt.“ You can't bear to look him in the eye. “Sometimes I still feel like the one who has no idea what to do with her life...“

A lump forms in Aran's throat. He had no idea. Too blinded by your light, too engrossed in his own feelings to notice what was happening underneath your carefree facade.

“Knowing that tell me,“ you glance at him and tears in your eyes glimmer in the last beams of the setting sun, “can really nothing change our friendship?“

Ch. 2: Tattered

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Good morning/night/afternoon/evening/day/time hello!

So after seeing how many friends mc have, like wait let me count-----

26! in the friendlist not including, the unofficial friend like Corey,...

With how many friends there are, are there any friends that you would delete in favor of flashing out the other characters or would you like to keep it that way?

I have some ideas on who to delete in favor of flashing out the more main characters, but i fear that this might be a bit... yikess.. I understand that people like this characters and me saying that they "should not exist" might get people mad, i hope this does not give you to much problem.

1. Tulip to Penny ( thks one is still debateable)

I know we have too much Penny especially at year 5/6, sidequest and all tht, but I feel like Tulip doesn't have to exist because her existance can be taken by Penny which flashes her character more.

Hear me out, Tulip is great. But after year 3 or maybe 4 her existence is uneeded anymore. In year 3 we can instead use Penny, Penny is a popular person with many friends. It wouldn't be out of character for her to try to understand Merula maybe try to befriend her ( i mean she did befriended Talbot, who isn't exactly the nicest or the most approachable ) but later, on something happend and now there is more substance in Penny hating on Merula rather than yeah, she such a bully or smth.

2. Barnaby to Ben

Ben is really untouched at the early years ( 1 to 3) I feel like the whole ark of Barnaby can be dealt with Ben. Like imagine Ben was Merulas lab dog, but because of Jacob's sibling kindness and all that, he finally have the courage to stand up to Merula proving his Gryffindor side. This could also explain Rowan sudden suspicions of Ben in Year 4, (its quite mean of Rowan tbh) I mean like after year 3 aside from the dating tlsq, Barnaby doesnt really do much does he? I mean you can argue that he have some influence on the last curse vaults but nah-

3. Badeea Ali to Rowan

Simple, we need more Rowan! I think the thing Badeea did in year 5 can easily be done with Rowan, i mean she just disappears later on anyways.

4. Instead of Bea, Rowan should be in the potrait.

5. Talbot as Ben? I'm not so sure about this one but yeah, they could put aside Talbot so we can flash out Ben. The flying solo quest can be switch into Ben losing his Bear again but we get more background to what the Bear meant to him ( maybe about his muggle life?? ) the tlsq could be at around year 5 or 6 to help Jacob's Sibling understand more about whats going through Ben's mind.

6. Diego = Ben

Ben is told to be good at charms we never really get to see it until around year 4 with the red cloak shenanigans. I would like to see JC explore more of his charms ability by teaching mc.

Anyways im not here to bash on your favorite characters im just saying that a lot of the characters are wasted pottential. To much characters can kill a story, rather than adding more characters jc should focus on the current one.

Sadly, they never did

Year0 Rowan

Year 1 Ben, Penny, Merula, (Chiara)

Year 2 Bill, (Chiara)

Year 3 Barnaby, Ismelda, Tulip, Andre Tonks, Talbott. Year 3 is definitely the worse case of it.

Year 4 Charlie

Year 5 Bea, Jae, Badeea, Liz, Diego

Year 6 Alanza

Year 7 Corey

The problem is, the more jc adds the characters the more they just stack up in the background, clogging the story. Imagine the characters as dept and the currency is good writing.

Anyways love your content, keep it up!

Personally, I couldn't begin to imagine doing this.

Not that I'm saying it's a heartless idea, mind you. I've worked with this line of thinking before. I work in children's theatre, and when we adapt scripts for different sized casts, we have to often cut characters or absorb them into others. So this isn't unheard of, and I get it. Still, having grown emotionally attached to each and every one of these little misfits, and feeling like they all have potential in different ways...cutting them is not what I would do at this stage. I believe the TLSQ system should be completely overhauled, and in doing so, used to give screen-time to characters that don't always get a lot. Imagine if each character had a TLSQ that starred them at maybe LV 5, and then a sequel quest at LV 10. Might seem excessive, like too many quests...but again, this goes back to the idea of a revamp. Allow players to hit pause, and put a TLSQ on a "waiting list" so to speak. Allow them to reroll so they can skip one if they want to for whatever reason. Stop having TLSQs disappear forever if they're failed twice.

As far as your first suggestion...I realize that my status as a Tulip fan might be affecting my reaction, but absolutely not. I have no issue with Penny, but if it comes down to omitting one of these two...well, Penny does come with Beatrice, and that whole emotional arc during Years 5 and 6. But I'm not sure if keeping that is worth losing Tulip. Because her storyline with Merula is quite compelling, and it adds to the backstory of one of the mainstay characters. Plus...Tulip is kind of way more interesting than Penny, if I'm being honest. Actually, if I was to have anyone be "absorbed" into anyone else...I feel like Tulip could have easily been the "detention" character in Year 5? And that would have been a way to keep her relevant? Again though, I love Jae so much that I couldn't imagine doing this. But it's one example of how this idea could be done give more focus to fewer characters. You know who could be absorbed into Penny, though? Andre. Just, so long as we're actually thinking about this.

Barnaby is a character who sadly has not done much since his arc ended in Year 3, you're right about that. However, I feel like Ben is just too complicated and too tied to the main story for him to be shuffled with anyone. We still have unanswered questions about the gaps in his memory from Year 2. Did he cross paths with R? With Merula? Then there is the question of his time as the Red Cloak in Year 4. His transformation into "New" Ben, after going into the Portrait Vault with MC. I suppose these things could be transferred over to Barnaby, but that would leave the Year 2 stuff up in the air. And as for transferring it the opposite way, cutting Barnaby to give Ben more prominence...I mean, it could be done, but Ben already has plenty, if you ask me. And I don't see him being able to take on the role of Merula's lapdog, given their history from Year 1.

I'll never say no to getting more of Rowan, and this is something I could actually see working. The idea of Badeea being absorbed into Rowan and that screen time being given to them. I love Badeea, but it's definitely tempting. By in large, the Year 5 characters did feel at least a little gimmicky. They're all wonderful, but the fact that there were four of them, one for each House, and they all had a specific interest that was central to their character? The fact that all things considered, they didn't really matter to the story apart from perhaps Jae? Yeah, I would never want to lose any of them, but I can see why that might work. As for Rowan taking the place of Beatrice...well, that's an idea. For sure. It could give MC the same kind of immediate emotional context. Allow Rowan to be heavily relevant without them actually needing to have any lines. But their entire character would have to shift after that point. If they're absorbing Beatrice' character arc...I mean, the Forbidden Forest comes to mind. Does that still happen? Does Rowan's personality change? What becomes of them after Year 5?

I still believe Ben is doing just fine in terms of his relevance, but I'll admit there's definitely something to the idea of Diego being absorbed into him. And I've grown to truly like Diego. Ben having talent at dueling could show how far he's come. If they depicted it prior to the end of Year 4, it could be foreshadowing of him being the Red Cloak. If he still helps MC prepare to challenge Rakepick in Year 5, it could play into his fear of her. And I like what you're doing with the idea of Talbott being absorbed into Ben....but no, I can't endorse that one. It's just not needed for Ben's story, and Talbott is already so fascinating on his own. I dig the Ravenclaw representation, I dig the Animagus representation.

Either way, it's an interesting topic to think about. Not to worry, I don't take offense at all. I get that people have different opinions and there are certainly valid critiques of this game's writing. I still enjoy it though, and I think the characters are the strongest suit. Their placement in the game, perhaps not quite so much. But it's because of this that I wish for all of them to be handled better, without having to lose any of them. Thank you for the kind words and I hope to hear from you again!

#Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis #Penny Haywood #Tulip Karasu #Ben Copper #Rowan Khanna #Barnaby Lee #Diego Caplan #Talbott Winger #Badeea Ali #Beatrice Haywood #Jae Kim

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