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rockstarfairy · 2 years

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Our Navaria

Pairing: Dad!Loki x Female!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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Summary: Loki has sworn himself not to have faith in love anymore. Not after what Sigyn had done to him and their baby, Navaria. But somehow, you're different.

Author's note: i haven't write for so long and i am so so sorry 😭 thankyou soooooo much for your supports on my works hihi i hope you're going to enjoy this one !!

"a child ?" your voice came out quite hoarse, as if you're out of breath. within your spoken question just now; was the tone of bewilderment, as much as being amused, and not anything near disgust or judgement.

"yup, apparently Reindeer Games does have a child." emphasizing the word does, Tony had answered you while his eyes, just like yours, followed accordingly towards the standing muscular figure that belonged to the God of Mischief himself, who is right now cradling a sleeping infant to his chest.

"and the mother would be.."

"a Goddess named Sigyn. left him after knowing Loki's true heritage. Loki and his daughter will have to live here for a while." deep down, you were truly aghast with what Tony had told you just now. why would a mother left her child ? why would a wife left her husband ? if there was a hint of love within their matrimony, shouldn't they stick with each other amidst those horrific truths and obstacles this world has to offer ?

"Y/N, we might need your help. will you please..you know, show him around ?" Tony asked you. his right hand is holding the empty paper cup while his left hand landed on his hips. like a sassy man he is.

you let out a small chuckle. "why ? is it because i am the only one who'd never met him before ?" well, you were attending a completely surreptitious mission during the New York attack. though you'd insisted to fight alongside your Avengers friends, Fury had declined that request. back then, he wanted you to finish everything you've started, referring to that mission of yours. and now, maybe, you should thanked that guy for his absurd decision.

"well" Tony shrugged. "there's a right in that. Reindeer Games sent everyone, who's trying to approach him, away. maybe, who knows, your soft demeanor will enchant the God himself."

giving Tony your 'alright then' glance, you made your way towards Loki. you put on a politely warm smile, as you didn't want him to see you as a menace. after all, you wished nothing more than to help him. he deserves it.

"hi, you must be Loki. i'm Y/N." while speaking, you kept your gaze towards Loki's eyes. this is indeed, the closest you've been to him. you've heard about him, yes, but the truth is, you never met him. not until now.

a cold stare was what you'd received from Loki afterwards. and you've come into a vault of an utter realization, in which, he is the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on. though everything about him has suggested sin, the way his arms wrapped securely, delicately, around the fragile body of his tiny infant; says otherwise.

"well, brother, this is Lady Y/N. she's here to help us." geez, thanks Thor (who suddenly came out of nowhere but you do appreciate that).

"and tell me, why do i have to trust you, mortal ?" his voice made your whole body tingled with a sensation that you're not accustomed to, and quite failed to be described. his voice is somewhat mischievous, but yet very mesmeric.

"you don't have to trust me completely, Loki. but atleast, please trust my actions." its true. after everything he'd gone through, his credence will be highly arduous to gain. especially, for a complete stranger like you.

Loki gave you a slight nod. accompanied by Thor, who's poorly trying his best to lighten up this intense mood between you and Loki with his lame jokes, you lead the two Gods towards Loki's room.

"alright, this will be your new room. mine will be just infront of the kitchen." your explanation somehow got interrupted by the infant's sudden cries.

"hush now, my littlest princess. daddy's here.." Loki cooes towards his baby while holding her closer to his chest. you could see a glint of worrisome on Loki's face when his daughter still wont stop crying.

"hey..i know you dont trust me but..allow me to help ?" holding out both of your arms, you'd prayed upon the scattering stars in the night sky so that Loki will give you his permission and utmost consent to help him calm the baby.

"brother, give her a chance." boxes of poptarts are waiting for you my dearest Thor.

sighing, Loki passes his daughter to you. you took a few deep breaths, as to calm yourself against the fact that you're holding a soon-to-be goddess, and carefully, you wrapped your arms around the tiny little baby.

"hey, littlest mischief. i know you're scared but see, your daddy is here." while saying those, you rocked your body slowly, left and right, left and right. with your left arm cradling the tiny baby to your chest, you then lifted your right palm to caress her puffy right cheek. delicately, as much as lovingly. among those caresses, your index finger bends slightly to jiggle her cherubic chubby cheeks while cooing sweet noises.

magically, the baby stopped crying.

"yay ! there's my good girl !" you laughed, earning a precious toothless grin from the baby.

unbeknownst to you, Loki was watching this heartwarmingly situation with his mind wandering to the places he'd never know their existence. he still remembers, when he was the one who's waking up amidst the midnight's wind blows just to hold his crying daughter. Sigyn will never do that. his ex wife, to make matter worse, hates it when their daughter cries. she'll do nothing but to yell at his precious baby to stop crying, though we all knew that'll make his sweet little angel becomes more petrified.

and here you are, a defenseless mortal, who'd volunteered to hold his crying little princess. and dare to say, even managed to earn her precious sweet smile, all by yourself.

you then passed the baby carefully to Loki. "what's her name ?" you asked.

"Navaria."

"that's a beautiful name."

Loki only gave you a smile. a genuine one, if you're not mistaken. while you're still in trance due to his charming smile, Loki bids both you and Thor a goodnight and enters his room, holding his little Navaria who still has that adorable toothless grin on her tiny face.

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as week passes, Loki realized that he has an unspoken confession towards you. when Sigyn has left him, he'd made a promise, dare to say, infront of his own mother, to not falling in love with anyone, not anymore. but then you came along, showing nothing but love and care, ever so saintly, towards himself and his little Navaria. he'd found himself, and his tiny little angel, experiencing a complete stroke of serendipity the moment you'd stepped into their life.

at first, your deeds annoyed him. in which he believed, you felt it too. he'd thought yourself as an intruder, wishing nothing but to gain his absolute trust, only to break it in the end. but perhaps, he was wrong. it all started with the simplest action a typical samaritan could've done. every morning before you went training, you'll prepare two bottles of formula milk, warm them up, and put them on the kitchen counter with a scribled note saying 'for Navaria'. Loki will reluctantly took those bottles as to feed his tiny little angel. after all, we all knew for the fact that the God himself will not be able to give his own daughter milk if it wasn't from your help.

thats not all. you'll also prepare his meals everyday without miss. the two of you never eats together, as you're aware with Loki's discomforts towards you. every Sunday, you'll left him a few classics to read, and a box full with toys for Navaria. you'd no idea about their likes and dislikes, so you'd told yourself that every tries are going to worth it.

there's one time where you'd stayed through the night, despite your tired body due to your rough mission, only to provide your utmost care towards the sick Loki. you'd dapped wet towels on his sweating forehead down to his well-built torso, as to reduce the fever he was having. you made him soup, though he'd declined it at first.

at midnights, before Loki could even reach for his crying daughter, you are already there. the sight of you holding his little baby to your chest, in your most delicate manner, makes his heart swollen with love. there are times, when he woke up in the morning, and saw you laughing with his little Navaria in the kitchen. you'll cooed sweet noises, sang a few songs sometimes, and Navaria will looked at you through her adoring gaze. perhaps, his tiny little angel is just like him; both crave for the love and care that Sigyn has failed to offer.

"Lokiii..."

"yes darling ?" Loki hasn't realized this, but he has started to become less insolent towards you. more affectionate, it is.

"its snowing ! we should go outside dont you think ?"

your thrilled expression made him wandered far enough towards the thought of sacrificing everything in his perpetual life, if that means he'll be able to see those adorable smiles of yours through his eternity. so he gave you a slight nod, with a small smile carved on his otherworldly face.

that night, you put Navaria in the stroller that the Avengers had bought. as a gift, they had said. the three of you strolled down the street, amidst the blanket of alabaster snow covering the side pavements. there are moments, where you'll be pointing out at random objects, or buildings, earning such an adorable giggles from Navaria. and a smile of adoration from the God of Mischief himself.

it was when you'd excused yourself to buy some hot cocoas at a nearby coffee shop. when you came back, Loki and Navaria are gone. you've been searching for them everywhere; the dark corners, the forbidden alleys, but still, they are nowhere to be found. not until you saw Loki's lean figure behind an enormous pile of snow. slowly, you made your way towards him.

he looks quite peculiar too, as to say. ah, now you do understand what is going on. perhaps, the icy temperature has stimulated the process of transforming Loki and Navaria into their jotun form. is that why they were hiding from you ? you could see, ever so clearly, the sight of Loki shielding his little Navaria by wrapping her tiny wiggling body with a fluffy blanket that he'd conjured just now.

"Loki ?"

Loki immediately turned around. for a brief moment, the two of you got obscured within each other's gaze. and you'd realized, how ethereally beautiful they are in their jotun's form. "darling i..you should go." there was a slight hint of melancholy confines beneath the sentence he'd just said.

"Loki..you and Navaria..are beautiful.." your voice came out breathy, but serene and heartfelt. it made Loki's breath caught in his throat, as what you'd said just now was somehow quite astonishing for him.

"really ?"

you didn't replied his question. instead, your right hand caresses Navaria's cerulean cheeks, which made her squeals alongside her adorable toothless grin. Loki watched you in his absolute admiration. Sigyn never does that. she'd always hated him and Navaria whenever they're in their jotun's form. its horrendous, such an abomination; she had said.

but you, you're seeing this so-called abomination as something so gracefully exquisite. you'd turned his and Navaria's imperfections into an aspect that needs to be cherished, yet deserves every fondness a person could provide.

and so he kissed you. it was a lasting, deep kiss; fulled with passion and virtuous love. it was a sublime sight after all; with his right hand cupping your jaw delicately, his left cradling the tiny wiggling Navaria, and your arms wrapped around his torso, afraid to let go.

the kiss somehow got interupted by Navaria's adorable squeal; "dada..mama.."

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lilithsslut · 2 years

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What do people think about you? 🔮

Pick the crystal that you’re drawn to the most. ✨🦋 then take what resonates.

Pile 1: Citrine 🍊

People feel drawn to you, once they meet you they sort of notice everything going right, you’re very good at getting what you want & everything you manifest usually happens. They see you as someone who’s easy to talk to & someone everyone likes , you stand your ground and you’re not afraid to be completely blunt & make someone cry if they deserve it. You always stick up for what you believe In and you don’t hold back, if someone disrespects you or anyone you love you’re not afraid to tell them to shut up and put them in their place, you may even just walk away at times and think to your self “I don’t have to take this shit” you know your worth & people can see that. People view you as someone very rare and unique, a huge catch. It may have taken you a while to be the person you are today and you didn’t always stand in your power like you do today, you longed to be where you are now, and now people long to be like you, you inspire others. You choose your friends wisely, though so many people do like you you like your peace and so you are careful about who you give your energy to, energy and vibes mean everything to you, and you have a good judge of character and you know what you like in people and have no problem setting boundaries and cutting people off over just one mistake. That’s why people feel almost lucky to know you, and those closest to you feel the luckiest. They’re wondering why you even give them the time of day, they feel special tht you love them.

Pile 2: Serpentine 🌿

People think you are kind of stubborn but it’s what they like about you, you’re not afraid to walk alone, and be the only one who believes in something. You are a focused person and when you put your mind to something you get it done, you’re kind hearted and people can depend on you. When people need help or advice or a friend they know that you’ll be there for them in all aspects, no matter what. You’re a true friend, and you know how to connect with people on a deeper level and sort of put your self in their shoes to try and understand them more and people love that about you; that you pour so much of yourself in them. people see you as a motherly figure, you’re mature, and you’re very feminine, and you just always have the best advice. sometimes you need a break, from all the pressure of being the “wise” one and you just wanna take a break from it all, but that doesn’t last long before you’re back up again and doing what needs to be done for the sake of the people you love & you don’t mind being seen this way and helping people like i said sometimes you need to give yourself a break. You’re a healer. And when people are around you they feel good. You’re intuition is unmatched, you’re very spiritual and possibly psychic, you have a good judge of character, and you can smell peoples intentions. You know when someone is draining you of your energy and sometimes you need that motherly figure in your life, but you don’t wanna step out of that role and not be seen as the “wise” one, sometimes people feel like because of your stubborness that they can’t help you, and they feel helpless as a friend. Let people help you from time to time. You don’t need to be see as the “wise” or “mature” one 24/7. Let people take care of you. In relationships too.

✨Take what resonates ✨ and comment below if this did resonate with you:) Thankyou!!!

Message me for a free reading!

-Lyla Moon 🌙

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white-h0ney · 2 years

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Late Night Coffee

a/n: this is a short and very soft Dano!riddler x reader one shot written as a result of me falling more in love with paul dano after seeing the batman last week!

warnings: this is an 18+ fic which contains mature content and smut! please do not interact if you are a minor! a full list of tags can be found on my AO3 !

word count: 5.8k

i am by no means an experienced fanfic or smut writer so, apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar issues i haven’t picked up on! this was super fun to write and i hope everyone enjoys! <3 please feel free to leave any feedback <3

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The hands of the clock which hung on the wall of the diner ticked past midnight and you let a long sigh fall from your lips. You had been alone for most of the evening, Stan the chef had left several hours earlier, with no one at all to cook for he had seen no point in sticking around. You could hardly blame him as today had been unusually quiet and the lack of patrons had only made your twelve hour shift feel impossibly slow. After locking up by yourself on numerous occasions, the repetition of turning off the coffee machine, securing the till and pulling the storefront shutter down had now become routine to you, the monotonous nature of your days making you feel like a miniscule, unimportant cog in the great machine that was Gotham City. Whilst you were certainly acclimated to being by yourself, both at work and at home, it was hard not to feel lonely in the large, imminent expanse of the urban metropolis that lay just beyond the diner window.

You glanced at the stool to the left of you a little way down the counter, which tonight had stayed painfully empty. A seat, which when filled, usually brought you a much welcomed comfort during your lonely late night shifts now sat vacant. No notebook full of illegible scrawlings on the counter, no half drunken coffee cup waiting to be refilled. No green eyes looking longingly at you behind steamed up lenses. Just empty.

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You had met Edward just over six months ago, when the leaves on the few trees that lined the streets of Gotham were finally turning green – a sight which looked so out of place in the grey, maze like expanse of the city. Much like the greenery of spring, Edward had also looked out of place when he had first shuffled into the diner and taken his now regular spot towards the end of the counter. He was like a breath of fresh air. Quiet and polite, so unlike your regular patrons, all of whom you were certain belonged to one of the many perilous gangs in the area, and often left you with an unsavoury feeling in your stomach.

In the first initial month of Edward visiting the diner you barely exchanged a word. Polite nods towards empty cups of coffee and the occasional quiet thankyou were the only contact he had made with you as he sat for hours on end writing in a small leather notebook. He rarely made eye contact and barely acknowledged your presence, his sole focus being the many pages of writing in front of him and his constant cups of coffee. Occasionally watching him as he wrote, the sight of his soft brown hair, defined nose and doe-y green eyes became a welcome sight on your lonesome nights shifts. You caught yourself staring on several different evenings at the way he would place the end of his pen beneath his lips when he was stuck on what to write next, running his tongue across his bottom lip. He had a habit of running his hands through his tousled hair as he pondered over his endless pages of notes, always leaning back on his stool and exposing the toned yet soft skin of his torso, a movement that was so simple yet so inexplicably alluring. He was curiously interesting. Maybe it was because he was so unlike your other patrons, or maybe it was just him.

Gradually he seemed to come out of his shell, what had begun with little to no communication evolved slowly into regular smiles and nods whenever he entered the establishment. You thought at first it may have just been him getting more comfortable sitting in the diner, new places were daunting you knew that all too well, but Edwards smiles were only ever directed towards you, never the other waitresses on shift. Whilst his actions were small you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were his favourite.

He broke your unspoken rule of silence two months or so into his visits. You two had been the only people in the diner for several hours, sitting in comfortable silence until Edward finally spoke up.

“I- I’m so sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a pen you wouldn’t mind me borrowing?” he had asked softly, pushing his messy hair out of his face as he leant forwards onto the counter. His voice was gentle, with a sultry deepness to its tone.

You were surprised he had even spoken to you; you almost had convinced yourself that you would retain the same waitress-customer relationship for the entirety of his visits. Smiling, you didn’t let your surprise show, yet it felt like a welcomed relief to finally, fully hear his voice.

“Of course.” You had replied with a soft smile, quickly picking out the pen that was holding your bun of hair in place on the back of your head, letting it fall naturally to your shoulders.

His eyes had lingered on yours as you did so before they began travelling slowly down to the nape of your neck and subsequently swiftly back up to meet your eyeline once more, resting there as you passed him the pen across the counter. Your hands brushed, albeit briefly, but the feeling sent a wave of welcomed tension, almost electric in feeling, up your arm and throughout the rest of your body.

Since then, the length of your conversations, and the frequency of Edwards visits had grown and grown. Your discussions at first, were centred around regular topics such as the weather or the horrendous traffic that often blocked up Gotham’s busy roads, but gradually you grew to discuss more personal things. Where you both grew up, your time at school, bad prom dates, a range of anecdotal stories were shared over many cups of coffee and the red diner counter the two of you were so familiar with. You were certainly the more forthcoming person in each conversation, you sensed a nervousness to him that you felt best not to push him for stories of his own life when he seemed perfectly happy to sit, smiling softly, as he listened to you talk. He never judged, never laughed at small insecurities of yours, he just listened and offered comfort where he could. He eventually shared more as your late nights together went on, telling you about his childhood spent in the old Wayne orphanage on the outskirts of town. His eyes fell sad, and heavy when on rare occasions he did reveal aspects of his past, and every now and then when the two of you sat beside each other at the counter he would let his hand gently brush yours, as though your touch was a needed comfort when he revisited his childhood memories.

There were many nights you caught him lost in thought, daydreaming across the counter with his eyes lingering gently on you. His soft, green irises were like melted pools of honey in the dim light of the diner, and you often found yourself focusing on his elegant, taught jawline as he wrote page after page of illegible text in his book, daydreaming just as he did some nights. He would, of course, immediately return to his scrawling after meeting your eyeline, though both of you would have a subtle smile on your lips after catching each other’s glances.

One night in late June, you two had been the only individuals in the diner, a common occurrence especially on weekend nights, when Edward had done something entirely new. You had begun to put away the clean cups and plates into their rightful places ready for the next day of work, when he had gotten up and walked behind the counter and all of a sudden began to help you.

“You don’t have to do that!” You had assured him, immediately taking the cup that was in his hand and placing it in the sink behind the counter.

“I insist.” He chuckled, turning to lean over the counter and retrieve another stray plate which had been abandoned there earlier by another customer. You tilted your head at him in curiosity.

“It’s the least I can do to repay you for all these late nights you stay and keep me company. I’m sure you have better places to be than here.”

You shook your head in response.

“You say that as if I’m not paid to be here Edward.” You laughed, allowing him to pass you the plate so that you could add it to the pile of mounting dishes in the sink.

“Well yes” he smiled coyly “but you were meant to close at 11.30 tonight, yet here we are again at 2am after you’ve listened to one of my many ramblings.”

“I enjoy talking with you, it’s the only thing that stops me..” you paused in embarrassment, looking down at your shoes as you felt hot wave flush your cheeks.

Edward’s hand reached across the counter, his thumb making soft contact with your chin before his fingers caressed your cheek, eventually coming to rest and cupping the side of your face gently. His touch felt like an incredible relief, long anticipated, and you leaned into his hand slightly in response.

“It’s the only thing that stops me feeling alone in this city.”

Edward smiled in reply, his eyes were gentle and reassuring. “I understand, if it weren’t for my time with you, I fear I would be the loneliest person in Gotham.” A soft chuckle escaped his mouth as he laughed at his own words, you knew he thought they were silly or embarrassing, but they meant the world to you.

You both smiled honestly at each other, holding eye contact for longer than ever, before his hand fell from your cheek and he began to collect the crockery that was scattered around the diner. Your face felt empty at the loss of his touch, internally pining for more of his contact, but you resumed your behind the counter cleaning as the comfortable silence returned once more.

This routine continued, and one evening after you had explained to Edward how you thought someone had followed you to your car the previous night, he insisted on walking you to wherever it was parked. It was, in his own words, something he would do for anybody, but his actions only ramped up the sense of security you felt every time he was nearby. It was a genuine feeling of safety and trust, and he was the only person in the world with whom you even remotely identified or enjoyed spending your time with. When he spoke to you there was an earnest respect in his voice, you didn’t have to force yourself to believe that he cared for you when it was so evident in his words and actions. In the large, daunting and dismal expanse of Gotham City, full of far more important and interesting characters, Edward Nashton made you feel seen.

Neither of you ever discussed your feelings for each other. Or rather, you never revealed yours on the embarrassing off chance that he genuinely only saw you as a friend- which of course you would have respected but certainly winced at the thought of. You weren’t sure if you were reading into the small signals he gave you, his light touches in passing and subtle lingering glances at your chest, your hands, just at you in general all suggested he felt the same as you. Though you didn’t dare to assume.

It was the past Monday when you had last seen Edward, five long evenings ago. He had walked you to your car like always, holding his umbrella above you both as you stood saying your goodbyes on the side of the pavement.

“I won’t be here again until next Friday.” He had confessed, a slight guilt in his eye as he spoke to you. Your heart sank in your chest, it was rare that he missed more than two nights at the diner, let alone over a week, and you dreaded to think how lonely you would be without him there as you worked.

“How come?” you sighed, looking up at him, your chest almost pressed to his as you huddled to stay out of the rain.

“Well, I’m thinking of getting out of town, moving on, Gotham’s lost its touch.” He smiled faintly in an attempt to reassure you, though you weren’t sure how believable his story was. Not that he owed you the truth about his private goings on.

“Oh” you sighed in disappointment, though you didn’t want to let him know you might miss him, nor that you wished you could go with him and escape this terribly city.

“Well so long as you don’t find a diner you enjoy sitting and writing in more than this one” you joked as you bit back the tears that were welling in your eyes.

“The diner isn’t what I enjoy, you know that love.” Your cheeks flushed red at the affection he had just shown you; it was unlike Edward to be forward whatsoever so this sudden show of fondness from him caught you off guard. His eyes looked longingly into yours, like he wanted you to beg him to stay, to never leave you alone in this city again. Or beg him to take you with him. The anticipation lingered, the two of you looking into each other’s eyes under his umbrella, the rain pouring down around you, as though the rest of Gotham ceased to exist. You didn’t need it to. You only needed him.

“Next Friday. 11pm sharp. I can’t be there earlier, but I’ll walk you to your car once your shifts up, I’ve got some loose ends to tie up before I move. I’ll make sure you’re safe a-and I want to say goodbye properly.”

His hand that was free from holding his umbrella was now resting on yours, another surprising show of affection that you supposed was his silent way of telling you he’d miss you too.

“11pm next Friday.” You nodded in acknowledgement whilst holding your gaze, it hurt to think that this might be one of the last times you saw him. You took it all in, his sculpted cheekbones, his soft nose and his alluring, doe green eyes, scoring the image of him into your brain so that you might not ever forget it. You never wanted to forget it.

“I’ll be there. I promise.” The air hung thick with tension around you both as you huddled closer to him, your bodies pressed together underneath his umbrella. Edward looked at you with a desperate yearning in his eyes, his gaze flittering between your eyes and your lips, it felt like the city fell silent around you. His beauty unsteadied you, the faint light of a nearby streetlamp illuminating his strong features in the darkness of the night, his lips plush and inviting. It was strange to be so close to him after rarely touching at all over the past six months and it was a miracle your legs didn’t buckle beneath you.

You broke the contact moments later, turning to unlock the door of your car before smiling up at him.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight Edward”

He pushed the door of your car shut gently, stepping further onto the pavement as you started the engine and waved at him through the window. Pulling off, you looked into your rear-view mirror, Edwards silhouette lit up by the street lamp on the corner of the road, waving you off into the night.

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It was just gone 11pm on a dingy Friday night in the diner, the lights outside buzzed drearily in the rain and you wandered over to the windows to pull the blinds down, shielding your view of the dull City streets. Your last customer had left about an hour ago and you were more than ready to head home for the night, the majority of your cleaning and preparation for the next day already attended to. You glanced at the stool to your left, his spot, and quickly turned your head away, a wave of disappointment biting at you. It had been four weeks to the day since Edward had told you he would come back to say goodbye. Every night since then you had waited and waited, always holding on a little farther past closing time with the hope might show up; and always feeling more and more embarrassed when he didn’t.

Picking up a cloth from the counter to polish the tables with, you began to drift off into a daydream, your mind hazy and tired after a long days work, when you were pulled abruptly back to reality by a faint tapping noise on the glass of the diner door.

“I’m so sorry we’re just about to clos-“ you were cut short when you looked outside through the glass off the diner door. Edward was stood outside, his clothes drenched from the heavy rain that was falling over the city with no coat nor umbrella to shield him from it. His doe eyes looked back at you through the window with a look of desperation written across his face and he raised his hand slightly, giving you a small wave. He was dressed unusually, in a white shirt and long black tie, both of which were soaked through, exposing his soft, pale skin beneath the formal shirt. The rain had drenched him completely and his soft brown hair was now messily pushed back out of his face, the cold of the outside had flushed his cheeks and his nose and as he stood looking inwards at you, the rain continued to pour and pour outside. You stared at him for a moment, a mixture of stunned relief and anger bubbling inside you – yes, he had finally come back, and for that you were immensely thankful because you had spent every day since his leaving missing him more and more. Worrying about him, every waking moment of your past days had been consumed thinking about where he was, who he was with, if he was safe? If he was coming back? But it was too little too late. You were foolish to have trusted him, to have trusted anyone in Gotham City.

You walked slowly towards the door and as you did a small smile of relief formed on Edwards lips, a genuine sorrowful look engrained in his eyes. Unlocking the latch on the door, you swung it open, though you didn’t step backwards to let him in, remaining in the doorway.

“I’m just about to close, you’ll have to go get coffee elsewhere.” You said bluntly, keeping your eyes fixed sternly on his as you spoke.

“I’m not here for coffee.” He replied solemnly as he nervously ran his hand through his hair- his fingers shaking a little from the cold bite of the rain. What the fuck was this guy after?

“Then why are you are here Edward?” Your hurt was obvious in your voice, whilst you had aimed to act nonchalant about his sudden return the emotions that were clouding your mind prevented you from hiding your true feelings from him.

“I- I came to apologise. I know I’m late. Very late. But I had to see you. I’m so sorry, my work project ran over a couple of days.” There was a pining in his voice that made your heart twinge.

“Weeks.” You retorted.

“I am deeply, deeply sorry. I never intended to-“

“Never intended to what, Edward?” you snapped back at him, though the anger in our voice was slowly being overtaken. “Never intended to lie to me. To leave me here. To let me worry and miss you for weeks and weeks on end, feeling like the stupidest person in all of Gotham for letting you lead me on to believe that you actually liked me?” Tears had begun to sting your eyes, welling up past the point of control, now spilling down your cheeks as you looked into his sad eyes through the doorway.

“You promised” you cried, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt as you began to turn away, intending to slam the door in his face. It was what he deserved.

“I came back for you.” His words echoed around your head as you struggled to grasp the true meaning behind them.

“I’m not naïve Edward! You came back here to cover your ass before leaving again. God, I’m so stupid for ever believing that you cared-“

“I came back to ask you to come away with me! I- I need you to be there with me.” His voice was raised slightly now, and the sincerity in his tone was astounding. You didn’t trust it though why had he taken off so suddenly and left you with no notice of his return? Why did he let you believe he had abandon you, with no intention of even saying goodbye.

“I- Edward I don’t know, how can I trust-“

Edward cut you off, stepping through the doorway towards you and smothering your mouth with his own as his large hands moved upwards to gently cup the sides of your face. You froze momentarily, your body stiff as a board. And then.. it was as though your anger melted away at his long-awaited touch, your body liquifying against him as you kissed him back, his lips so soft and mellow against your own. He released you momentarily and looked deep into your eyes and it was as though he was asking trying to gage if you wanted to ask him to leave or to kiss you again.

I came back for you.

You smiled and reached your hands forward to snag the collar of his drenched shirt, pulling him into you once more. He smiled into the kiss this time, his lips moving ardently against your own as you slowly moved your hands from his collar, lacing your fingers in his wet length of hair. His hands moved with yours, one of them trailing its way down from its resting place on your cheek to the small of your waist where his thumb began to rub gentle circles over the fabric of your uniform. He was tender, your frame delicate in his hands. You moved backwards in unison, one of Edwards’s hands reaching instinctively behind him to swiftly shut the door, flip the latch and pull the blind down to match the rest of the shaded windows of the diner. The whole time he moved his lips stayed on yours, his kisses urgent and eager as though he couldn’t get enough of how it felt to finally be able to touch you, to hold you like he had always dreamt of.

You leant into Edward more, deepening your kiss, your lips parting in invitation. He took the calling lustfully, tilting your head gently to one side for better access as his tongue ran along your bottom lip teasingly before delving into your mouth, a muffled groan escaping his mouth as he tasted you. Moaning against his lips you pressed your body closer to his, not caring about the rainwater from his clothes that was now soaking you too. You wanted, no, needed to be as close to him as possible.

Edward pulled away briefly and looked yearningly into your eyes, his desire for you obvious now as he dragged his thumb slowly across your bottom lip; his gaze trailing slowly down from your eyes to your lips to your chest where it hovered for a lustful moment before returning to look directly at you. He leaned in closer, his lips were now less than an inch away from yours and the hand that was previously resting on your waist had trailed upwards to your neck and his thumb had begun to rub soft lines across your collar bone.

“You are so, unfathomably beautiful.” He spoke quietly but with an earnestness that made your heart ache. A small tear escaped your eye, waves of relief and long-awaited anticipation crashed into you as he whispered the sweet words to you. Edward kissed the spot on your cheek where the tear fell before moving to kiss your other cheek, his lips cold but plush against your warm skin. He looked into your eyes once more and pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed against his, one of your legs falling between his. He lingered momentarily whilst looking at you, taking your beauty in completely before his lips crashed into yours once more. This kiss was different, it was driven by lust and his mouth moved passionately over yours as his hands explored the curves of your body.

He manoeuvred the two of you gently backwards, pushing your body up against the counter which sat at roughly just over waist height on you. Not asking for permission this time, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, the friction between your two bodies pulling a soft moan from your lips. Your hands wandered down from Edwards’s hair, one lingered on the back of his neck whilst you planted the other firmly on his chest tracing teasing circles across his skin with your index finger. His hands moved too, tracing a sultry line down from your face to your white button up shirt which by now was soaked through on one side from your close contact with him. His fingers worked quickly but tenderly to undo each button of your top before it was completely open, exposing your breasts to him. He sucked in a breath as he pulled away for a moment, his eyes raking lazily over your body causing a warmth to flush deep inside of you. Tilting your head to one side with his hand, Edwards began to kiss a soft line across your jaw, his lips dragging wantonly across your skin and earning more delicate moans from you as he went.

He continued his path downwards, working his lips across your neck, initially only kissing you before he reached the nape of your neck where he nipped your skin with his teeth, pulling on it gently and groaning as he did. Eventually he reached your chest, placing kisses on each of your collarbones before bending slowly down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his hand palmed the other. He bit down gently onto the soft flesh, pulling a breathy moan from you as his lips worked fervently over your sensitive bud. He placed a kiss on your sternum before taking your other breast in his mouth, biting and sucking it softly as his fingers kneaded the other, tracing a circle around your nipple before pinching it with a little pressure between his thumb and forefinger. His actions caused a fire to burn within you, fuelled by your longing for him.

Edward continued downwards, tracing a slick line down your stomach with his tongue as he moved to position himself on his knees in front of you. With a suave movement, his hands ran up the outside of your thighs and up under your skirt. You responded, pulling the loose fabric upwards, exposing your bare legs and the dark, cotton underwear that you had thrown on this morning. He leant forwards, his mouth hovering over your cunt before placing a teasing kiss on the fabric of your underwear causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The warmth in your stomach grew more intense with his every move and your whole body flushed with an untamed yearning for him. Edward pulled your underwear down agonisingly slowly, allowing his fingers to graze the skin of your thighs as he moved, pulling them off and discarding them on the floor. Using his left hand to steady himself, he swiftly lifted one of your legs, pulling it upwards to rest on his shoulder and exposing your already soaking cunt to him.

He trailed quick kisses and bites up the inside flesh of your thigh before dragging his tongue across your mound, tasting you.

“So, so sweet,” he groaned before he repeated the action, lazily swiping his tongue up your slit before pausing briefly when he reached your clit. He licked it once mockingly before sucking it between his teeth, forcing a loud moan to escape your throat, your mouth falling agape in pleasure. His mouth remained on you for several minutes, sucking and licking at your clit more fervently with every moan he drew from your mouth, his movements driven by your pleasure. Edwards’s mouth withdrew form you momentarily but before you had time to protest, his free hand was on you, the rough pad of his thumb lazily circling your clit. A pressure was beginning to build within you has he stroked your sensitive bundle of nerves. Dipping down slightly whilst securing your leg on his shoulder, he teased your entrance with his middle finger, dragging it up through your wetness.

“Mmph, please,” you begged, your hands laced in his hair once more, gripping tighter as frustration built up within you. Edward smirked, looking up at you with adoration before plunging his finger into you, your walls clamping down around him as he moved slowly inside of you. Gasps of pleasure left your mouth as he continued to stroke in and out of you, pausing only briefly to add his ring finger to your cunt, forcing the pressure in your stomach to build even more. You rocked your hips forwards, pleading for more, and he answered, his mouth making contact with your clit again. He sucked and teased it with his tongue, his digits pumping faster and faster inside of you causing your pleasure to skyrocket even further. Your grip on his hair tightened as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth working ardently over your sensitive clit and each time he groaned the hum of his voice against your cunt drove you wild. The pressure that had been building inside of you began to peak as Edward’s soft lips and fingers worked perfectly in unison to draw your orgasm from you.

“God yes!” you pleaded.

A wave of pleasure slammed into you as you met your climax and Edwards eyes were trained on your face as you came on his fingers, watching your relish in the bliss you were feeling.

Gently removing your now shaking leg from his shoulder, he stood up to face you once more and pulled you into a deep kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt as he kissed you, pushing the wet fabric over his shoulders, your fingers finally making contact with the supple skin of his torso. Pulling you closer, Edward slid his hands down your waist, gripping your ass tightly and grinding your bodies together, his already hard length pressing against your core. You palmed him through the fabric of his trousers, the contact earning several heated groans from him as his mouth moved against yours. Moving your fingers from where they rested on his chest you worked at unbuckling his belt, undoing the button and zip of his trousers before shoving both those and his underwear to the floor. Edward kicked his bottoms off hastily, along with his shoes, and after removing his clothing he gripped your ass tightly and pulled you up off of the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Hands wrapped firmly around his neck, you held onto him as he spun the two of you around towards one of the diner tables, the head of his cock pushing gently at your slick entrance. He lowered you down onto his length agonisingly slowly, burying himself completely in you and letting your walls stretch to accommodate his size as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He remained there for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours as he let several gasping breaths escape his mouth before he began lifting you up and sliding you back down onto his cock. He began to move more fervently inside of you and your hands moved from his neck to cup the sides of his face, pressing messy kisses onto his mouth in-between breaths. Edward lifted you hastily off of himself, wasting no time to lay you onto the diner table located behind the two of you before wrapping your legs back around his waist. He leaned down, kissing you with an ardent force, his hands running down the curves of your body, eventually settling either side of your head on the table, before plunging his cock back into you; filling you completely.

His pace quickened as he slammed his hips into yours and the walls of your cunt gripped him in response. Your fingers wandered to his chest, dragging your nails downwards across his soft flesh as the ecstasy built within you, the power of his thrusts climbing as though he could sense your pleasure mounting. Removing his weight from his hands he stood up taller, pulling your legs so that your feet rested on his shoulders, his now free fingers palming and roughly pinching at your breasts. He let one of his hands wander, positioning it over your core as he teasingly swiped the pad of his thumb over your clit, dragging it in circles, his eyes poised on you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Edward’s head fell back in bliss as he increased both the speed with which he moved his thumb over your clit and the rhythmic thrusts of his hips into you, your body becoming sweat incarnate as he pushed you closer to your climax. You clasped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans, curving your body on the table to allow him deeper within you, his cock now hitting your sweet spot with more intensity than you thought possible.

“No no” he protested between groans “let me hear you my love” and you obliged, letting your hand return to his chest as you mewled in response. The tingling in your core grew with every movement of his hips and your nails dug deeper into the skin of his chest as he drew you to the peak of pleasure, thrusting deliciously into you as your walls slammed down onto his cock. A wave of luscious pleasure racked your body as you rode out your orgasm and Edward slammed into you a final time, filling you completely. He leant down to your level, remaining inside if you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you longingly.

“I need you with me, always” he whispered, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his fingers.

“Always” you replied, pulling him into another deep kiss, the rest of the world disappearing around you both once more.

“Now how about that cup of coffee?”

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itadorisgf · 3 years

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Hello! I dont know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first promt. Thankyou!

— fushiguro megumi + touching you to get your attention

⤷ anonymous asked: Hello! I don't know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first prompt. Thank you!

note: this turned into a whole fic…the part where gumi touches you to grab your attention is rather brief, but i still hope u like this!!

ft. fushiguro megumi

warning: gn!reader, second-year!reader, fluff, blood, pre-relationship so pining!reader

⤷ the flower shop

You are going to kill Gojo-Sensei.

Your mouth flattens into a tight line, brows pinching together to form a deep crease, as your grip on your phone tightens. The bright image pulled up on the screen of your handheld device is the cause for your ire. It’s one of a series of images that Gojo-Sensei has sent to your group chat with your fellow Second-Years of Fushiguro Megumi looking worse for wear. Though the images are all rather blurry, you can clearly make out the injured state Fushiguro’s in: his uniform is dirtied and his face is scraped up with what looks like fresh blood streaming down from his hairline. You’re sure Maki will get a kick of Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him, but you’re more concerned about Fushiguro’s current physical state.

He must not be too severely injured if Gojo-Sensei is texting you Second-Years pictures of Fushiguro all beaten up. This should help alleviate your stress, but it doesn’t. Your gut still churns uncomfortably at the thought, at the image, of Fushiguro injured, seriously or not.

You exit the images to view the chat. You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text message, which accompanies the many pictures he sent of Fushiguro.

Gojo-Sensei: Look who got beat up!!!

As a teacher, he really shouldn’t sound so thrilled at the prospect of his student getting injured, but then again, Gojo-Sensei’s not exactly a respectable teacher in your eyes. Your eyes scan the rest of the messages from your classmates. Given the time difference, you would guess that Yūta is most likely busy with his day right now all the way on the other side of the world, hence his lack of response. You make a mental note to shoot him a text soon and check in on him. You know Yūta well enough to know that he’s probably running himself ragged. Toge’s in the middle of a mission right now, which only leaves Panda and Maki available to reply to Gojo-Sensei’s message.

You were correct in your assumption that Maki would be pleased with the pictures, her text asking if Gojo-Sensei managed to get a video of Fushiguro getting beat up. Panda echoes that sentiment by responding with arrows pointing upward underneath Maki’s text. Your thumbs hover over your keyboard, contemplating if you should reply or ignore the chat.

“Is Fushiguro alright?” You hit send before you can overthink and toss your phone onto your nightstand. When your phone loudly pings, you scramble in the dark to grab it, unlocking your phone to view the response. You flip onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a loud muffled groan.

Maki: Aw, are you worried about your lover boy?

You should’ve never confided in Maki about your small crush on Fushiguro. Well, it’s not like you were the one to bring it up. When Maki had casually slipped into your conversation that it’s gross how much you resemble a lovesick puppy around Fushiguro, you were taken aback and attempted to refute her observation. However, your best friend knows you like the back of her hand and bluntly stated that it’s obvious you’re pining for Fushiguro. You winced when she told you that. Was it really that obvious? The pointed look she gave you in return confirmed that yes, it was that obvious. Luckily for you, Fushiguro is one of the densest people you know when it comes to the realm of romance so to your knowledge, he’s still completely clueless to your feelings.

Your classmates all know of your feelings for the First-Year, but they don’t meddle in your love life. The most they do is tease you or give you knowing looks, which you brush off as quickly as you can while you try to rein in the resulting heat that floods your face. No, it’s not your classmates you have to worry about. It’s your idiot of a Sensei who has nothing better to do with his life than to concern himself with his students’ love lives despite being the strongest Sorcerer there is. If you could, you’d sock him right in the gut for the number of times he’s attempted to push you and Fushiguro together. The awkwardness that came from those experiences still makes you want to crawl into a hole whenever you think about it for too long.

The vibration of your phone in your hand draws you out of your thoughts. You grimace when you read the text message.

Gojo-Sensei: Don’t worry!!!! Your lover boy is alright, but I bet he’d feel better if you checked in on him. ;)

You can clearly envision Gojo-Sensei’s glee on the other end of the phone. The man feeds off of embarrassing his students. You opt not to respond anymore, clicking out of the application and turning off your phone. Gently placing your phone onto your night stand, you tug your comforter up to your chin and close your eyes for the night.

Perhaps, you will check in on Fushiguro later.

“Oi, quit zoning out.”

You groan in pain when Maki sharply jabs you in the stomach with the end of her wooden bo staff. She gives you an unamused look when you toss a harsh glare her way.

“I’m not zoning out,” you mutter, readjusting your grip on your respective staff to continue the light sparring session you and Maki are engaging in. She doesn’t bother to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as she counters your strike, easily knocking your staff out of your hands. You’re quick in your attempt to grab your staff again, but Maki cleanly sweeps your legs out from under you, sending you crashing face first in the dirt.

“Right, and Mai and I have a wonderful relationship,” She sarcastically says, digging one end of her bo staff into the ground and leaning her weight against it. “He’s fine, you know? You shouldn’t worry so much about him. You should be more worried about me kicking your ass.”

You loudly whine when Maki brings him up and flop onto your back to gaze up at her. “Who said I’m worried about Fushiguro?” You childishly huff, propping yourself up and leaning back onto your forearms. Your expression scrunches up in distaste as dirt uncomfortably sticks to your sweaty skin.

Though you’re attempting to deny it, of course, you’re worried about Fushiguro. Although Maki already knows how you feel about the First-Year, you’d rather skirt around the subject and pretend that you’re much better at hiding your emotions than you actually are.

“Who said anything about Fushiguro?” Maki innocently cocks a brow, but smirks to herself as you murmur a low fuck underneath your breath. Damn, you walked right into that one.

“I hate you, you know that?” You deadpan, staring straight into Maki’s eyes.

“Yeah, I hate you too.”

The corner of your lips twitch up into a hint of grin as Maki offers you a hand, pulling you up onto your feet.

You wrap up your training session not long after that since Maki claimed that she didn’t see the point in continuing to spar if you’re not going to give it your all. “There’s no fun in beating someone over and over again,” she sighed as you were knocked to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You gave her a half-hearted glare in response to that comment.

Freshly showered, you’re now lounging on one of the benches placed near the dorms, occupying your time by scrolling through social media. You try to convince yourself that you’re hanging around outside because you want to enjoy how nice the day is, but you, and everyone else, know better. Fushiguro, and presumably Gojo-Sensei, should be coming back from their mission soon. Although you know that Fushiguro wasn’t seriously injured, you also know that the tight coil of worry in your stomach won’t go away until you see it with your own eyes that Fushiguro is, indeed, okay.

“Senpai?” The sudden noise startles you and you scramble to sit up straight. You unconsciously smooth out the creases in your clothing as you meet the eyes of the person who called you.

“Fushiguro,” you breathe out, relief heavily laced in your voice. You push yourself off the bench to stand on your feet and quickly scan his form for injuries, brows furrowing when you see the numerous bandages littering his face. It’s only when Fushiguro shifts underneath your intense gaze that you realize how long you must have spent staring at his face. Great, now he’s going to think you’re some sort of creep, you think to yourself. “H-how are you feeling?”

You internally wince at your slight fumbling over your words. You’re just glad nobody else is around to witness this encounter, Gojo-Sensei and Maki would find way too much delight in your distress.

Fushiguro brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. A hint of redness seeps out from underneath his bandages, staining his cheeks, as he reflects on how badly his simple retrieval mission turned out. He’ll leave it up to Gojo-Sensei to explain to your class about Itadori and how he’s Sukuna’s new vessel. He wonders how you all will take it.

“I’m fine, Senpai,” he replies, grimacing as the pads of his fingertips run along the gauzy material of the bandage firmly wrapped around his head. Heat floods his cheeks when he looks up to see the genuine concern in your expression. Fushiguro’s thankful that the bandage on his cheek manages to partially conceal the flush of his skin. “Really.” He adds on for extra emphasis. You still look unconvinced, but you nod along as if you actually believe Fushiguro’s words.

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried about you when Gojo-Sensei sent us those pictures of you all bloodied up,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“You were worried about me?” Fushiguro questions with a slight raise of his brow.

Oh fuck. For a moment, you say nothing: frozen completely still as your brain attempts to process the fact that you just told Fushiguro, to his face, that you were concerned about his well-being. Maybe, he’d interpret your words in a friendly way. Perhaps, he would think that you were just being a good upperclassman and looking out for him. If you were lucky, Fushiguro would think nothing of your comment.

“Senpai?” A sudden weight on your shoulder pulls you out of your internal panicking. Fushiguro’s hand lightly rests on your shoulder as a concerned expression lies on his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Fushiguro,” you assure him. There’s still a slight frown in place, crinkling the bandage stuck on the corner of Fushiguro’s mouth. You inhale deeply in order to muster up as much courage as you can for what you’re going to do next. “I promise.” Your voice softens as you gently place your palm over the back of Fushiguro’s hand.

Fushiguro stills underneath your touch and you have to restrain yourself from giggling at the intense redness that floods his cheeks. His flush deepens even more when you find yourself unable to completely suppress your amusement, your quiet laughter filling the air. He’s quick to draw his hand off of your shoulder to rest by his side.

“Good. I’m going to go rest in my dorm now. See you later, Senpai.” His words nearly slur together with how fast Fushiguro spits them out. You don’t even have the opportunity to say goodbye in return as Fushiguro swiftly turns around and rushes inside of the dorm building.

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered, you muse. A silly grin crosses your face unconsciously as you attempt to sear the image of Fushiguro blushing into your memory. Maybe, your feelings aren’t as unrequited as you think.

“Ah, young love.”

You jolt, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. Your grin falls as soon as you make eye contact with the individual.

“Gojo-Sensei,” you deadpan. Your brow twitches in annoyance at his elated expression. Knowing him, he probably eavesdropped on your entire conversation with Fushiguro. “If you took any pictures or videos, I am going to kill you.”

His grin only widens at that.

“Too late.”

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yespolkadotkitty · 3 years

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I’ll Be by Edwin McCain came on the other day and instantly got me into my Zach feels. Something about it was so him - the mood, the 90s, the flannel. The line “rain falls angry on the tin roof as we lie awake in my bed” in particular sticks with me. If you have time, can I get a little nugget of Zach? Fluff or smut, or fluff with a wee kernel or smut? I love your writing.

Right so as discussed you didn’t ask for a multichapter fic but as I’ve got 4 chapters so far LET’S DO THIS

So many shoutouts for this so here goes:

THANKYOU @kindablackenedsuperhero for this STUNNING BANNER.

THANKYOU @thestrawberry-thief for US library advice

THANKYOU @heatherbel for the beta and UK library advice

THANKYOU @knittingqueen13 for the encouragement

THANKYOU @pedropascallion for the library clerk advice!

THANKYOU @disgruntledspacedad and @alienprincesspoop for screaming with me about this fic.

Chapter One

Warnings: Scenes of assault, attempted sexual assault ~ Words: 1380

Pairing: Zach Wellison x OFC Martha Song

Walk with your keys in your hand and keep a key between each finger.

Watch your shadows and reflections - a split second’s notice is better than none.

If they take you and put you in the trunk, kick out the headlights.

These are all things girls are taught from a young age. Things I knew, almost unconsciously. Things that were smart.

But did knowing these things stop me from taking a shortcut through the park after the sun had set?

No, they did not.

I had my hand in my pocket, around the keys. I did not have headphones on - needed to hear if someone was approaching.

Usually, I did all the safe things at night. Walked in the road if it was appropriate, so someone would have to come out from the pavements and buildings to grab me. Stuck to well lit areas.

But, well, I was tired, and hungry for the Chinese takeout leftovers in my fridge, could already taste the sticky pork ribs in my mind, and I took the lazy, unsafe shortcut.

I’m sure the media would have blamed me for what happened next.

I heard them before I saw them. I turned slightly. Two guys, one wearing a beanie, another with his hood up.

It wasn’t even seven pm, but in January the sun set earlier, and darkness had descended, filling up all the corners that daylight usually illuminated.

I quickened my pace. I’m sure they’re just coming off shift.

“Hey, babe,” one of them called.

I glanced around. No one else in the vicinity, and the park spread flat enough for me to see. A single streetlight ahead beckoned and I headed for it, the bag of books from work on my back slowing me down.

I thought about ditching it, but: books. I value books more than anything. I couldn’t sacrifice them even for my own benefit.

“Not gonna stop and talk?” the other one called.

They’re just cat-callers, nothing to worry about.

It was just shy of seven in the evening - where the fuck was everyone? LA should have been busy, was always bustling, but I had somehow chosen the one time where this section of the popular park was empty.

“Come on baby, spare a little sugar?” the first one called. Their steps got closer. The second one was snickering and I felt the little mouse of fear skitter down my spine.

I clenched my keys tighter. Shouldn’t have taken the shortcut.

The streetlight got closer, and I watched it, saw the first guy’s shadow with a hair’s breadth of notice. I spun as he reached me, the keys poking out between my fingers, but I was scared and all my punch did was piss him off.

“Pretty girl,” he half wheezed as he grabbed for me. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

I struggled. Under the streetlamp I caught a glimpse of the first guy’s face, straggly mousy brown beard, cold eyes. The pit of my stomach fell.

“Let me.” Guy two was at my back, hands on my waist. He smelled of alcohol and something like old food, and bile rose up in my throat. “Loosen up, baby, we only wanna make you feel good.”

I tried to shout, but the noise died on my tongue. Fear had clutched itself around my body and the muscles weren’t responding. My keys fell from my fist.

Help, I thought. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as the first guy slid his hand down my body.

No, no, no.

Then suddenly a rush of adrenaline hit my veins - come on, what would Katniss Everdeen do? - and I shoved my knee up into guy one’s groin. Not as hard as I wanted to, but he cried out, a litany of swear words falling from his lips. I kicked out, but guy two was stronger, and had an arm around my throat before I could move.

“Come on now. Don’t be like that,” he cajoled, his sour breath licking at my cheek.

By then guy one had recovered, his face caught in a snarl, white skin pasty under the streetlight. I felt like I was in a sort of backwards ballet, a dystopian dance where there was no way I could make the right moves.

“Hey, assholes.”

The new voice, deep, with a bit of Texas drawl, made me turn.

A man, mostly in shadow, a large duffel bag by his feet, wielded what looked like a big section of industrial metal pipe.

Guy two huffed out a laugh. “Oh look, it’s the little soldier boy and he brought a new toy with him.”

“Let her go, man,” the stranger called out, taking a step closer.

Guy one had recovered from my knee to his dick. “Or you’ll do what?” He grabbed for me again, but he was distracted by my would-be rescuer, so I took the opportunity to knee him again, but this time, like I meant it, like my life depended on it.

He buckled, and the release meant I could drive my elbow back into guy two’s kidneys. He was stronger, through, and he tightened his arm around my throat. I grabbed for his wrist, scrabbling, barely noticing the stranger moving out of my sight.

“Duck!” He yelled, and I summoned all my strength to yank my head down.

In a moment, a loud thunk confirmed my suspicions, the sound of metal on flesh and bone, and guy two toppled like a tree.

Breathless, I turned to scoop up my keys, and stared at my knight in - dirty jeans. He was panting, his arms still holding the pipe up.

“You okay?” he asked, and I saw him clearly under the streetlamp, the glow picking out the gold in his brown-sugar hair. A patchy beard, more stubble than anything, hugged his well defined jaw. His eyes were soft, kind, the deep brown of hot cocoa.

“I am thanks to you.”

Below him, guy one writhed on the floor and, feeling too angry to think, I stomped on the part of him closest to me, his hand.

He cried out and I couldn’t have cared less.

“You wanna call the cops?” the stranger asked, but his tone was wary. As if I might have been just as likely to call the law about him as the attackers.

I thought it over. I’d likely be raked over the coals for having the audacity to walk alone at night (as if anytime after sundown could be counted as night) and my attackers would get a wrist slap. If that.

“Nah.” But I stomped on guy one’s wrist again for good measure.

He whined.

“C’mon,” Brown Eyes said. “I’ll walk you to the edge of the park.” He set the pipe on his shoulder and crossed over to the waiting duffle bag. It was the size of his torso. I took in his weathered, unshaven appearance, and wondered if the canvas fabric contained his every worldly possession.

I checked behind me, but the stranger was quick to reassure. “They won’t be back for a couple days.”

“You’ve… seen them before?”

He ducked his head, and in the glow from a nearby streetlamp I saw a faint flush of rose on his cheeks. “I’m... here a lot.”

He’s homeless. But of course I didn’t say it out loud.

We reached the edge of the park. People milled about, some queueing outside a deli popular for its pizza sold by the cheesy, greasy slice.

I didn’t miss the way the stranger’s head jerked up towards the scent of pizza.

How long since he’d eaten?

“Want some pizza?” I asked.

Something unreadable passed over his face. “I’m not a charity case.”

“Oh, but I am?”

His head whipped around. “What?”

“Did you come to my defence just now because you felt sorry for me? Oh look, there’s a woman of colour being attacked, gosh I feel sorry for her-”

“No, of course not, what the-” then he huffed out a laugh. “Touchė.”

“It’s just pizza. And a thank-you. I’m Martha.” I held out a hand.

He looked down at my outstretched palm for a second, as if surprised that I wanted to touch him. Then he shook my hand, his own large, warm, callused. “Zach.”

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moonlit-mizukage · 3 years

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Epilogue

Summary: U.A.’s third year student y/l/n Y/n, has had a crush for a long time on Todoroki Shouto. One day she decides to write an anonymous love letter, sticks it under his door. She confessed her love and asked him to meet under the Cherry tree Saturday at 4pm. She prepared with her friends for this moment, but what happens when someone else takes credit for the letter? (All characters aged up to third year!)

An: LAST CHAPTER 😭Posting a thankyou page as well!! The pic I used for y/n is a super random pic online of an anime drawing of a girl I thought looked cool, But please imagine it's you in the spot instead!! I just needed a pic for the tweet lol

Third person POV

Todoroki entered his and y/n’s shared apartment. Seeing you in your fanciest y/f/c dress, he could feel himself instantly smile.

“You ready baby?” She picked up her purse and walked over to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“Of course Sho.”

He grabbed her hand and walked her outside. They walked in comfortable silence for some time before walking into a small park. Y/n chuckles,

“We are dressed a little fancy for a park Sho.”

“I promise you will love it y/n.” He smiled back.

Walking through the park as the sky soon began to light up with the stars. Walking up to a small picnic area she noticed a cherry blossom tree with string lights attached. A picnic table below set up with a beautiful table set and some candles.

“Wow Shouto, this is beautiful.” She went to sit down as he stopped her and placed a blanket down on the seat for her to sit on without damaging her dress. “Where did you get this from?”

“I just had it there.” He said motioning to a spot, “I must admit, I did have some help while I went to get you. I had Kirishima sit and guard the table, and of course watch the candles.”

“It still looks amazing Sho.” He helped her sit down. He pulled a picnic basket, again y/n being confused where we kept getting everything from. He pulled y/f/f out from inside.

“Happy anniversary y/n. I love you.”

“Happy anniversary Shouto. I love you too.”

After the meal, Shouto stood up and took her hand again. Leading her down to a small pound not too far away after packing up all the stuff. He left it on the table sending a quick text who you assumed was Kirishima.

“Look over there y/n. It's so pretty.” He pointed to a random spot across the pond.

“What is Sh-” She looked back speechless as he was now down on one knee. She placed her hand over her now open. “Oh my gosh…”

“Y/n, from the moment we started dating and you showed me who you are, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with. I love you more and more everyday. When I see you, you make me instantly smile. There's no one I would rather wake up beside, there's no one I would rather hold, so y/n.” He took a deep breath, “Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

“YES!” She tackled him down to the ground, now laying on top of him giggling as he leaned up and kissed her.

“I love you so much Sho.” She said as he pulled away. She sat up and so did he as he reached for the ring sliding it on her finger.

“I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you y/n.” They stood up walking hand in hand all the way back to their shared apartment as y/n pulled out her phone to tell their friends the news.

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laraplisetski · 3 years

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Dating Iwaizumi Hajime

A/n: This isnt related to the headcanons but I have this request for Seijoh’s libero and since I'm doing dating hcs for all of Seijoh by their jersey numbers. So anyways please wait a little bit longer as I might tag you in the dating hcs for Watari. Sorry for any mistakes tho.

Special announcement!

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Words: 1790

Tags: @imthatchishiyasimp, @kekozume

(These arms tho)

Iwaizumi routinely calls you something like baka or dumbass but he says it in good faith.

For example whenever you do something stupid Iwaizumi call you a dumbass.

But he doesn't mean it, it's just how he shows his worry.

He's just a big ass tsundere, you cannot tell me otherwise.

A lot of people think Iwaizumi would be a gentleman but like I feel like he would treat you like Oikawa but like way less harsher.

Like he would let you call him nicknames like ‘iWa-ChAn’ and just blush and call you dumbass.

*cough cough* tsundere *cough cough*

Also he's bad at giving compliments,

Like you'll be wearing nice clothes that really fit your form and he’ll really like you wearing them.

And you'll ask him if he likes your clothes, and hell just blush furiously grab your hand and just start walking.

‘Iwa, do you like what I wore today? It's my favorite outfit.’

‘Ye-yeah, we have to go, we'll miss our bus.’

One time you guys had a huge argument over this.

You feel insecure because he treated you more like Oikawa who was his best friend than his s/o.

He tried really hard after that to compliment you whenever you looked good.

(In his opinion you always did)

And you really appreciated him trying.

After that your bond grew stronger as both of you knew that you would be willing to for the other.

As your bond grew stronger the more you started to open up to him about your struggles.

Now Hajime isn't a very open person. (Well he is but he doesn't like to admit it.)

And he's a little brash and very straightforward with his feelings or his thoughts.

So when you're acting down he straight up asks you what's wrong and doesn't consider that you don't/wouldn't want to talk about it.

This might make you a little more agitated since you're already very sad but when he realizes that you don't want to talk about it, he immediately regrets it and apologies straight away.

One thing I love about Iwaizumi as a character is that he isn't afraid to tell the truth even if he knows he's in the wrong.

But these things only happened in the start of your relationship because when you two spend much more time together he starts to notice patterns in your behavior and how you act based on how you feel.

That really helps him to know if you're sad, angry or irritated at someone.

Later in the relationship, he knows when to comfort you, when to give you space and when to scold you.

You really appreciate this because he doesn't sugarcoat his words and he gives you advice that is honest and comes from his heart.

Moving on, let's talk about his friends.

By friends I mean Oikawa.

When Iwaizumi first got a s/o Oikawa was fuming because

‘wHo wOuLd DaRe taKe mY iWa-cHaN aWay frOm mE’

Iwa slapped him on the back of his head after he said that.

After that every time you would come to school, Oikawa would stick to Iwaizumi like a leech

(for comedic purposes of course)

Iwaizumi found it amusing at first how jealous you would be that Oikawa was getting all your boyfriends attention.

But then as time passed you started waving to Oikawa whenever he was sticking with Iwa and he started waving back.

After that you two developed a friendship.

You know what this means.

Hell for Iwaizumi has started.

So Iwaizumi would always walk you to class in the morning and you guys would sit with Oikawa for lunch.

Now that you're friends with Oikawa.

Ohoho, I'm sorry Iwa you have to suffer.

So you guys get along very well and Iwaizumi is very thankful for that because the two most important people (other than his family) are getting along.

It's fine for the first two weeks but then you and Oikawa develop this sibling-like bond.

It's almost identical to Iwa and Oikawa’s bond but because you share the same sense of humor Oikawa doesn't get teased.

Also one time Oikawa convinced you to call Hajime, Iwa-Chan for a day.

To say Iwaizumi was not pleased was an understatement.

The good thing is Oikawa got the bad end of it but it was worth it.

Also you guys eat lunch together and you and Oikawa keep making bad jokes and Iwaizumi has no choice but to sigh and deal with it, cause he loves both of you.

Poor iWa-ChAn.

You also tend to stick up for Oikawa during practices when the team is teasing him.

Due to you thinking of him as your little brother (It doesn't matter if you're older or younger Oikawa gives off major annoying little brother vibes.)

And the team cant rebel against you cause if they did Iwaizumi would murder them.

Other than that they absolutely love you cause you take care of the first and second years and keep them in line.

And you get along with Matsun and Makki and share memes with them.

Surprisingly Kyotani also respects you.

And he actually listens to your advice.

(Because of this Oikawa will whine about how no one respects him and goes on a rant and then you have to cheer him up while simultaneously giving everyone attention in the team.)

Being a team mom for Seijoh is very hard.

Also I feel like the reason Kyotani respected you when you became Iwa’s s/o was because you were Iwa’s s/o.

But now his view on you has changed.

He's very inspired by you and looks up to you.

He's always amazed by how you can be such a naturally caring person and be such a good leader and team player.

He also might come to you for advice if he had an argument with someone.

If you're a volleyball player as well and you're good, be ready for Kyotani following you around everywhere asking questions.

It's sort of endearing.

You and Iwa and Kyotani have this parent-son relationship and it's so wholesome I swear.

(Please adopt him.)

You do not only help keep the team in check you help them with matches too.

Like maybe getting their opponents videos for Oikawa.

You also sit down with the first and second years to watch their opponents videos and point out what seems peculiar and what not.

One time the person who usually took videos of the matches was unavailable so you went out of your way to do it yourself.

When Iwa found out he hugged you really tight and had this proud look in his eyes.

I bet when Oikawa found out he just clung to you and started full on crying.

(You're basically their manager at this point.)

Also when the team found out that you taped it yourself and all that, their respect from you went out the roof.

Now you are a goddess among them.

(Kyotani literally be looking at you with star eyes)

Enough about the team tho

Let's get back to Iwa and you.

You always try to be sneaky and steal his clothes but he catches you midway trying to sneak one of his jumpers out.

But he lets you have them anyways cause you look fucking cute in them.

Whenever he sees you wearing his clothes this man just blushes like 50 shades of red.

(I'm sorry pun wasn’t intended)

But anyways what I'm trying to say is that he blushes a deep red and basically just becomes a stuttering mess.

You like kiss him on the cheek like this once and he's putty in your hands.

I'm not even kidding.

Also Iwa’s pretty muscular so no matter how long you are his hoodies will always be loose on you in some way.

(sorry muscular people)

And Iwa finds it so cute like

His s/o in his hoodie that's all loose on them.

Just like internally crying at that point.

Also mind you Iwaizumi loves back hugs like.

Imagine you are wearing one of his articles of clothing and you just casually back hug him.

Man will short circuit but will never admit he likes them because hes a

Tsundere~~

But this might just be my love of back hugs talking who knows.

When he doesn't have practice he usually stays at home and cuddles with you or you have movie nights with Tooru but that is rare cause he has to take care of his cousin.

But you guys just calmly cuddle and no one is really speaking.

Just basking in each other's presence and being comfortable in each other's company.

Sometimes one of you falls asleep and the other just strokes their fingers through their hair.

It's basically the same when he comes back from practice but the only difference is that he takes off his shirt and you massage his strong muscles with some oil.

After that y'all cuddle but you're blushing the entire time because like Iwaizumi’s shirtless excuse me!

‘And this bitch just goes,

‘Take a picture it'll last longer’

Like what, how do you expect yourself not to short circuit.

And curse you Oikawa, you don't have to teach him the ways of flirting.

Usually you wouldn't react to that type of comment but he's shirtless and now you're putty in his hands.

So you both are like beans.

Also I'm like a hundred percent sure Iwaizumi is a big spoon.

He just loves caging you in his arms and making sure you feel protected.

It also keeps him very grounded and just honestly happy to have you there with him.

There was this one incident in which you and Oikawa were bantering and Iwaizumi wasn't having any of it so he picked you up and threw you on his shoulder. And walked away like nothing happened.

After that you guys sort of had an impromptu make out session in the club room, which was unfortunately interrupted by Kindaichi barging in.

Bless him.

And his eyes.

You and Iwaizumi had to sit him down and make him swear to not tell anyone.

After that you two continued but Kindaichi might've accidentally spilled to Kunimi

Opps.

Bonus points

Iwaizumi likes to buy purple hyacinths for you on valentines day because it's your favorite flower and to also say sorry for when he was not boyfriend like in the beginning of your relationship.

(Yes I referenced Purple Hyacinth the webtoon, go watch it)

Also the team has a custom made Seijoh jacket, just for you!

And the first time you saw it you just hugged Iwaizumi and started sobbing because these boys were too precious and just too pure. (I love Seijoh)

The end.

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Part One

Important> so this will be written in parts. An example would be: Queen Y/n’s Story. Then the next part would say Mattsun, meaning his story is next.

These will be long so i appreciate and love who decides to stick around with me on this ride. Ive never done multi endings so i hope you enjoy. (Character Bios at the bottom Link)

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Queen y/n

The sun woke you up this time. Harsh rays forcing their way in through the window, curtains swaying lightly. Tooru usually woke you up for his breakfast, he must be out already. Slowly you rose out of the cold bed stretching your arms above your head ready to start the day. You had the castle to yourself it seemed like, thats unusual for a monday.. Wonder where that King is.. Deciding you did not care you got dressed in your expensive dress with the help of your friend Millie, she was your maid and the best friend you could have.

“You look lovely Miss Y/n!” she beamed while giving your corset its final tug to tighten it.

You gasped for breath a few times and shook your head. “Oh Millie, thank you , what should we do today?”

“Huh?! Is the King away?! “ she rushed to your side jumping in place, Millie was wearing her usual maid clothes with her hair tied back in a braid. “Oh my goodness we have the Kingdom to ourselves?!”

“Must be,” you turned to go take a peak outside by the window, the village was coming to life with the sounds of people, chatter and the smell of freshly made bread. It was nice, having the Kingdom to yourself but you were not really enjoying it, as much as you wanted to . the village hated you, refused to even sell to you sometimes. A stroll around would be nice.. But maybe not today..

“Miss Y/n?” Millie rushed over bunching herself into the window too to look out . she smiled taking in the fresh smell of bread, suddenly her eyes got big with stars.

“Its nothing Millie, im just thinking. Sometimes i like to look out this window and pretend im somewhere else.”

“Do you smell that?! It smells like chocolate!!!” she shook you not hearing what you said at first.

“Chocolate? Sweets?” you stood up straight squeezing Millies hand. “Do you think?!”

“I do i do !! he must have returned to us!”

Wasting no time you pulled your friend out of your room and down the many stairs dashing past the other servants paying them no mind. You both pushed the big doors open rushing down to the village to a very familiar carriage that just got into town.

Two doors on the carriage opened, “There they are!!!!!!!” yelled a happy happy voice.

“Satori !!!!” you both yelled with glee. “Our favorite chocolatier!”

The happy red head pretended to faint at the flattery and gave you each a hug. “Oh my goodness ! i dont know what it even say!” he squeezed you both again. “My favorite customers, ive brought you many many new sweets to try, come come! They won't eat themselves!!!”

Hajime & King Oikawa.

The King had not come home to his castle , in fact he was at the Brothel all night with his favorite whores doing everything he dreamed of; everyone loved him there, he was their best customer without a doubt. The constant giggling, money falling off the bed, clothes flying everywhere was just a regular night for the King and the ladies. He had no worries here, nothing to think about, nothing to worry about. The village loved him no matter what he did, and they already hated his wife so this was fine to them. Hajime had stayed close to the brothel all night, waiting for his friend and King to be done. He had brought some papers and quills with him to write down information about other Kingdoms with him. The one in charge of the place, The Madam had always offered for Hajime to do his work inside but he always politely declined.

He was happy sitting outside , his three eyed ravens often joined him and told him new things they had found out. He was sitting comfortably till a shoe hit the back of his head.. It was going to be a long night.

In the morning Hajime went inside to see his King passed out under a bunch of women, he shook his head pinching between his eyes just taking it in. Hajime was a loyal friend , but he hoped that one day his friend would get what's coming to him.

“Oi, King, Tooru, wake up” he kicked his leg on the bed waking up some of the girls who gave him an angry look .

“Sorry loves, “ he smirked as they got up, taking the blanket with them to cover themselves. Chins high, full of attitude. “Oikawa!” He kicked again, waking up his friend.

“Gah…!!! Easy .. “ he rubbed his head and pushed his hair out of his face turning to lay on his side. “What time is it?” he asked very groggy.

“Time to be a King.” Hajime threw the royal clothes at the annoyed King and went to the door. “Ill meet you at the castle , i have some things i wanna discuss”

“Hmph, “ grunted the King as he got out of bed to dress. “Sometimes i wish i was but a lowly peasant, begging for food on the street, no responsibilities, spend all my money on the whores if im lucky, ahhh the life…” Oikawa threw his cape while holding his arm out. “But that will never be!! For i am King Tooru Oikawa!!!”

Mattsun.

The waves gently crashed against The Aoba rocking it gently back and forth. It was a fine ship, the most powerful one in the Kingdom. It won many sea battles , cleaved many enemy ships and saved its share of people. Mattsun loved this ship, it was his baby, his queen. No one could change his mind about the sea, he loved being on it, land not so much. He wanted to travel the world on this ship, live on the sea for the rest of his life.

The sound of cheering could be heard just off the docks, Mattsun rolled his eyes looking towards the village. He was laying on the side of the ship on his back watching the clouds drift by, his right leg dangling off the side of the boat. The King, hisi friend, was greeting and waving at everyone as he walked by. Mattsun rolled into his ship to his feet rolling his shoulders, he placed a hand on The Aoba rubbing gently. “Ill be back, be good okay?” his voice low and full of sadness. He hated having his queen docked. She belonged in the sea.. The open sea. Not tied up like this.. “Dont let anyone come aboard, knock em off okay?” the ship swished and it got a smile out of the man, he hopped over onto the dock taking one last look back before heading to the castle.

Yahaba & Kyotani

“Ive done it!!!” the very loud slam of metal hitting the cold stone alerted Kyotani. He looked up to see Yahaba giggling over a new weapon like a little kid, his hands hovering all around the object as if it was magic . Yahaba was a … questionable blacksmith; he loved to make things, anything! Even things he shouldn't. He was involved with the black market too and they were hsi best customers besides The King and Kyotani.

Kyotani had been laying on his back on some hay inside Yahaba’s stone home with a stray puppy on his chest just watching the clouds from the window. He was always here, if he was not here he was out thieving or fighting or walking in the woods. It was early morning and after a night of wrestling wolves he found himself here, picking up a stray puppy in the village on his travels.

The man got up with the sleepy puppy in his arms, setting it down on the ground. “Past the village, in the woods to the side of the path, is a little home , you'll see a dog there, he looks like you. “ he scratched the strays head. “There's food there,” he said. The little puppy rubbed on Kyotanis hand and rushed off barking full of happiness.

“Hound! Hound come see!!!” said the eager friend.

Kyotani rose to his feet joining the blacksmith behind his work table , he smirked at the two objects. Bracers, brand new, freshly made bracers. Just for him.

“See see ? “ Yahaba pointed to the spikes on the ends of the knuckles and poked one lightly making his finger bleed. “Now you can slice and dice! And cut! And kill!”

“I already kill” he told his friend watching him set the two bracers in water to cool off. “They look perfect, what do i owe you Yahaba”

“Hmm… ive heard the Kingdom over has rare Jade, a precious blue like the ocean”

“Consider it done.” Kyotani took the bracers out of the water to shove in his bag. “Do we have to go to that… meeting…”

Yahaba pouted at his friend and Kyotnai rolled his eyes. “Fucking Oikawa,”

“How much is the debt again?”

Kyotani shot a look at his friend, making him back up with his hands up .

“If i could kill em, i would. “ was all he said, exiting the stone home watching the passing villagers avert their eyes once they saw him.

“I know, have you met his wife ?” yahaba asked, joining his friend

“Didn't know he had one, I feel sorry for her.”

Yahaba slung his arm around his friend's neck while they walked to the Kingdom , footsteps heavy.

Queen Y/N

You had spent the morning with Millie eating chocolate and gossiping with Satori about his travels, he had been all over the world, and he always shared his stories with you , you wanted to see the world, travel, it had been your dream since you were a little girl. You still had hope that one day it would happen. A bell rang making you slump on your friend.

“Duty calls.” you sighed.

“The King must be back” Millie said, pulling you up with her.

“I can hardly contain my excitement.” you teased, giving Satori one more hug. “Thankyou for the morning my friend.”

“Always, “ he kissed your hands, giving you a happy smile.

“You turned to Millie wiping some chocolate off her cheek with a little smirk. “Well, lets go see what my loving husband wants..”

#.Heartsfic #kyotani x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x iwaizumi #mattsun x reader #yahaba x reader

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Love Me, Love Me Not

yespolkadotkitty submitted: Hi! If you’re still taking requests, would you write Geralt winding down in a tavern after a fight, all pent up stress and black eyes, and smut ensuing with a barmaid/tavern girl? Thankyou x

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x Reader

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be just a Geralt oneshot, but my finger slipped and suddenly Jaskier was caught in the middle of it too. Whoops!

Summary: You’ve been teasing Jaskier all day while Geralt is out on a hunt. But when the black-eyed witcher returns and discovers what you two have been up to without him, he spoils your fun.

Warning(s): teasing in public, handjob, blowjob, masturbating (f), voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, polyamorous relationship

Word Count: 2,779

Jaskier squirms beside you, bucking his hips up against your hand.

“Careful now,” you tease in a low voice, “someone might wonder what we’re doing if you keep moving like that.”

Jaskier sends you a cold look. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Don’t try to pin this on me.”

He’s right. You do know what you’re doing. You’ve learned the pleasure points on both Geralt’s and Jaskier’s bodies and you often use that to your advantage. Especially in public, when neither the witcher nor the bard can do anything about it. Geralt can usually get you to stop with a warning glare--that look is so intense on him that you practically shriek and run for cover every time he does it--but Geralt’s not here right now. He’s been gone all day to hunt down a kikimora. You and Jaskier have grown used to not knowing when Geralt will show up again, so as far as you know, you have all night to tease Jaskier.

You squeeze the base of his shaft over his clothes, applying enough pressure for Jaskier to feel it in his core. He can’t stop himself from letting out a soft groan and bucking up against your hand again. There’s a faint blush on that adorable face of his. He bites the inside of his cheek, clearly trying to refrain from making any noise while you two are in the middle of a busy tavern. You run your hand over the length of his erection again and some movement of your hand registers deep inside of him because a second later his arm shoots out. He grabs your wrist tightly but doesn’t pull your hand away. Instead, he presses your hand down harder against his erection, applying more pressure. His breathing is shallow and barely controlled; his mouth is pressed in a tight line. He’s about to cum, you realize.

The realization sends a jolt of euphoria through you but you don’t get a chance to finish him off before the door to the tavern bangs open. The smell hits you before you can register the sight of your witcher in the doorway. You try not to gag at the smell of death and the sight of monster guts covering Geralt, but you fail miserably. Everyone in the tavern stops and stares at his entrance. He sulks over to the man who promised him a reward and takes the bag of coin before stomping upstairs to the inn bedrooms.

You and Jaskier exchange a glance before you both run up the stairs, Jaskier hiding behind you so as to hide his prominent erection. Geralt is already in there, waiting for you. He stands in front of the bed. Some sort of liquid--water? blood? some other type of bodily fluid?--drips onto the floor, creating a puddle around Geralt’s feet. His attention is locked on you and Jaskier, though.

“What the hell were you two doing?” he growls.

You exchange a look with your bard. “What do you mean? We’ve been waiting for you--”

His angry eyes, still pitch black from his elixir, snap to you. You can’t help but admire how he looks right now. Despite being covered in monster guts, the sight of those dark eyes and the paleness of his skin makes you want to get on your knees for him. You wonder what those eyes would look like when your mouth is wrapped around him, your hand slowly teasing him from base to tip.

“Don’t play coy,” Geralt snaps. “You’ve been touching Jaskier without my permission. I could smell his arousal from a mile away. I can still smell it--and I can smell yours, too.” He looks between you and Jaskier. “You know not to play while I’m gone.”

Jaskier stutters out an excuse but doesn’t get far.

“You two are going to wait for me here while I wash off. When I come back, you both better be naked.” Though his words send a thrill through you, the look he gives you says that this won’t be a fun night. “If either one of you touches the other again, I’ll make sure neither of you have release for a week.”

And with that, he leaves.

Admittedly, watching Jaskier undress is a temptation that is almost impossible to resist. And the sight of his naked body in front of you--the dark hairs that swirl around his chest; the way his hip bones make a defined V; the hardness of his cock, sticking straight out and calling your name--makes you so wet it hurts.

You can tell he has the same reaction to your body. His eyes follow your every movement as you step out of your dress. His cock grows harder when he takes in the sight of your breasts, the curve of your thighs, and the wet space between your legs. You stand there for a long time, just taking in the arousing sight of each other. Your hands ache to reach out to Jaskier, to touch him and please him and make him come undone as he does the same to you, but your fear of Geralt’s punishment is greater than your need for the bard at the moment.

“Fuck Geralt,” Jaskier finally growls. He makes a step towards you and your breath catches in your throat--

The door opens to reveal Geralt on the other side, as if he’d been standing there this entire time, waiting for one of you to disobey. The elixir has started to wear off by now; his skin is back to its normal shade, though there’s still a mixture of black amongst those golden irises. He stands in nothing but a towel, his hunting clothes nowhere to be seen. You keep your eyes on him, searching for any new scars, but find none. A sigh of relief escapes you.

“Fuck Geralt?” the witcher repeats, his eyes boring into Jaskier.

Jaskier swallows.

“Just for that, you won’t get to,” Geralt growls. “You’ll just have to settle with watching.”

“Geralt--” Jaskier begins, his voice pleading, but Geralt raises his hand and the air around his fingers hums as he uses his magic to pull a chair out from the side of the room and force Jaskier’s body into it. He tries to fight against Geralt’s magic, but it’s in vain. Jaskier won’t be getting out of that chair until Geralt wants him to.

Geralt turns to look at you. “Lie on the bed on your stomach.”

You don’t dare to hesitate. You crawl onto the bed and relax against the soft coolness of the sheets. Geralt comes up behind you a second later. His body heat wraps around you, simultaneously arousing and calming you.

“Do you want my mouth on you?” Geralt asks in that deliciously husky voice that makes your toes curl.

You nod and bury your head into the mattress, your body tense with anticipation.

“Want my tongue between your folds, licking up that sweet nectar that we make drip out of you?”

Jaskier whines at Geralt’s words. You look over at the bard to see him fighting against Geralt’s magic, desperate to reach out to you or just to touch his aching cock.

“Answer me,” Geralt demands, bringing your attention back to him.

“Yes, I want your mouth,” you tell him.

He hums his approval at your response. He moves closer to you until his breath warms the top of your legs, making your walls clench around nothing. Your arousal coats the inside of your thighs now.

“I want to taste you so bad, Y/N,” he murmurs against your skin. “I want to suck on your clit until you’re squirming beneath me and coming on my tongue.”

You push your ass up closer to him, wanting him to put his money where his mouth is. But instead of the wet, soft brush of his tongue, you’re met with a painful slap to both of your ass cheeks. You gasp in shock as your skin stings and pain shoots up your spine.

“If only you’d had the patience to wait,” Geralt sighs. “But you and Jaskier had to play, so now neither of you will get what you want.”

“Geralt--” you cry out, but can’t get another word out before he slaps you again. You rush out an apology when you find the strength to speak again. Your ass is already sore, no doubt stained bright red with his large handprints. You’ll be able to feel it tomorrow every time you move. So you cry out apology after apology, hoping that will get him to stop.

“If you really want me to stop, you’ll use your safeword,” Geralt replies. He waits, as if to hear you say it, but you don’t. It hurts, yes, but you can’t deny that every slap sends a wave of arousal through your body once the pain has ebbed a bit.

“Please, Geralt,” you whimper. “I need you to touch me.”

He lets out an unrecognizable sound, something between a growl and a laugh. The next thing you know his hands are on your waist and he’s flipping you onto your back, hovering over you like a predator scenting its prey. You resist the urge to arch your body towards his, knowing he’ll only grow more upset if you touch him without permission.

“You want my hands on you?” he asks, his mouth less than an inch from yours. If you barely move your head your mouths will brush against each other. The urge to kiss him is so strong that it takes everything inside of you to stay still.

“Y-yes,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

Geralt pulls back until he’s no longer on the bed. It’s only then that you realize he dropped his towel and is completely naked in front of you. Your eyes jump to his cock, already fully erect. Was your want for him making him hard? Or was it the smell of the arousal dripping from you and Jaskier? No matter the cause, you can’t pull your eyes from his thick shaft. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips; you want him in your mouth, stretching your lips until it hurts, brushing against your throat until you’re gagging.

Geralt says to you, “The only way you’re going to get off is by your own hand.”

Your face falls at his words. He’s not going to touch you tonight, you realize. Disappointment makes your stomach knot and you glance over at Jaskier, only to find that his eyes are already hooded, his cock leaking pre-cum from the arousal pumping through his veins. He’s too far gone in his own lust to help you change Geralt’s mind.

You look back at the witcher as he says, “You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The thought of getting off in front of both Geralt and Jaskier makes your thighs clench together, but the thought of Geralt talking you through it? The idea gets you dripping.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

As if your body is his own, your legs fall open. You’re positioned perfectly for both the men to see your pussy and just how wet you already are for both of them. Jaskier lets out a breath and squirms in his seat, clearly wanting to touch you. Geralt’s gaze is locked on your heat for a good minute. You wonder what he’s thinking, if he’s contemplating whether to go through with the punishment or take what he wants from you. His cock is as hard as Jaskier’s, the tip red and aching. He finally decides against it, determining your punishment more important than his own lust.

“Run your nails up the inside of your thighs,” Geralt tells you. “Do it lightly.”

Like his puppet on a string, you do as he says and trail your hands up the inside of your thighs. Goosebumps rise in the spots your nails brush against, and though it sends a shiver up your spine, it feels nowhere near as good as Geralt’s or Jaskier’s hands would. You let out a whimper. The teasing touch is working, even if it’s your own hand that’s doing it. You drip with arousal until you’re practically sobbing, desperate to release the tension between your thighs.

“Run a finger between those wet folds,” Geralt commands.

You do, writhing against the light touch. It’s all you can do to not disobey and finger yourself right then.

“Now play with your clit,” Geralt says, “and tell Jaskier just how desperate you are for him.”

You glance over at the other man. He can’t take his eyes away from your fingers, still teasing your clit in slow circles. His cock leaks pre-cum and you yearn to taste it on your tongue. You long for his fingers just as much. You wish it were his long, nimble fingers teasing your clit right now instead of your own; you wish his fingers were inside of you, brushing against that spot that makes you orgasm in seconds; you wish you had his fingers to suck on after, tasting your own arousal on them. You tell him all of this and watch as he squirms even more in his seat.

“I need to cum.” Your gaze is locked on Jaskier as you say it, though your words are meant for Geralt.

“Good,” the witcher finally says, “because I’m going to fuck you until I cum deep inside that tight pussy of yours, and you’ll have until I finish. If you don’t cum before I do, you’re not coming tonight.”

Before you can protest, Geralt’s hands are on your hips, dragging your body to the edge of the bed. His cock lines up with your entrance. Your arousal drips onto him as he pushes inside of you. He’s not gentle this time. You cry out as he bottoms out in one quick thrust, your walls burning as they adjust to his size.

“Fuck,” you whimper, and then he’s pounding into you. His movements are fast and sloppy and you can tell that watching you touch yourself and vocalize your wants had gone straight to his cock, because he’s seconds away from coming.

Normally it takes you a few minutes to get close to your breaking point, but with how aroused you’ve been all day, on top of Geralt’s punishment and now the way he fucks you with inhuman speed, you feel yourself getting close within a few seconds. Your body begins to writhe, your legs clenching around Geralt’s waist as you feel your orgasm near.

“You gonna cum for me, my little slut?” Geralt grunts, picking up his pace to an impossible speed.

You can’t even answer before you throw your head back and let out a silent scream. Warmth rushes through your body as your hips grind against Geralt, meeting every one of his thrusts as you cum around his cock. Your walls squeeze around him. It only spurs him on more, and seconds later you feel his seed coating your insides. He thrusts into you a few more times before he stills, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“Geralt,” you sigh out, loving the feel of his name on your tongue.

He kisses you deeply, claiming what’s his. “Next time you’ll wait for me,” he growls against your mouth.

You nod. “Next time we’ll wait for you.”

Jaskier makes a noise. That’s the first time you and Geralt remember he’s there. Jaskier looks like he’s in hell, enduring his eternal torment.

“Since you got what you wanted,” Geralt tells you, “it’s only far you please Jaskier too.”

You’re in front of the bard in seconds, kneeling between his spread legs. You tease him with a few licks to the tip of his cock before wrapping your mouth around him. He lets out a beautiful groan of pleasure. Your hands fondle with his balls, massaging them between your fingers, as you take his cock all the way in your mouth. You struggle not to gag as he brushes against your throat. You bob your head twice before Jaskier begins to shake and seconds later his cum shoots down your throat. You swallow every warm, salty drop.

“I love watching you cum in her mouth,” Geralt tells Jaskier.

You don’t have to look up at the bard to know he’s preening under Geralt’s gaze. You pull back, letting Jaskier’s cock fall from your mouth, and lean up to kiss him on the cheek.

Geralt tells both of you, “Just remember: the next time this happens, I won’t be so merciful with you.”

It’s a threat you take to heart.

***

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kaznejis · 4 years

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I choose you- Marco Peña x reader

@rayof-sunnie said: Hi! I absolutely love your Marco fanfics and I hope to see more of them, since I literally fell in love with him. I was wondering if you can write a fanfic where the reader (a singer) knows Marco is falling out of love with her and she lets him go and it’s all sad and angst but bam he realizes she’s the one after she sings I choose you by Alessia Cara. Sorry if it’s too much to ask

A/N: Thankyou so much for sending this prompt! I’ve noticed this is a recurring quote during requests and I just want to say that no request is ever too much, I enjoy writing and I love turning your prompts into something real! <3

Sorry for the wait on this one, I had a first draft that I wrote about 1200 words of but then ended up scrapping it- so here’s the second draft!

Word Count: 2820 words

Feel free to send in any prompts!

High school relationships don’t always last. It’s what the people around you had said for years- their advice was always to save relationships for college because then the two of you would have a better chance at surviving the real world. You’d promise to stick to this, going to the lengths of keeping to yourself so that you wouldn’t ever be enticed.

But then, Marco came to your school.

Obviously, you hadn’t jumped straight into it there and then. The two of you had been mere acquaintances at first; nothing but polite smiles in the hallway and casual conversation if you were seated beside each other. Marco had been focusing on sport and Elle Evans at the time, so nothing happened between the two of you.

Though you did think the guy was hot- you couldn’t deny that. With his dark curly hair, broad muscles and smiles to die for; what wasn’t there to like? You brushed it off as just a small interest though due to the whole, you know, saving yourself until college thing.

Nevertheless, Marco’s sort of relationship with Elle quickly crashed to the ground almost as soon as it had started- leaving the boy devastated and confused. This is where you came into the picture, going from an outlined figure in the background to the centre point of the illustration.

It had been like any other day: walk to school, grab essentials from your locker, go to class. Despite this, an interruption came in the pursuit to said class. Marco, leant against his locker with his head resting on the cool metal.

“Hey, uh, are you okay?”

“What?” Marco’s head shot up, his hair a wild mess as he turned to look at you, “Oh, hey Y/N.”

“Hey,” You smiled slightly before repeating your previous statement, “Are you okay?”

Marco turned to lean his back against the locker and practically crumpled into it before releasing a heavy breath out of his nose, “I think everyone in this school is aware of what happened.”

“Yeah,” You coughed out as you lent against the locker beside his, “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Don’t be, I’m better off without her.”

“Well, at least you're staying confident and optimistic?”

“Yeah,” He laughed, it looked like he hadn’t done that in a while, “It’s the only way to stay afloat.”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you stared at the sad boy beside you, “Do you want to skip class and grab a coffee?”

“Sure.”

And that is where it all began.

It looked like a whirlwind had swept through your dorm room as you rushed to find the bracelet Marco had gifted you for your previous birthday- the two of you were going on a date, something that you hadn’t been able to do in forever due to the stress of college and separation in general. It was weird though, you and Marco had attended the same college therefore causing you to be relieved that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be necessary.

Despite this, you felt like Marco was far away and not in the vicinity of a 5 minute walk across campus.

At the start of the school year, you and Marco had been attached at the hip- meeting before and after classes, sleeping in each other’s room most nights, doing homework/studying and just generally being together. Eventually, the stress of exam season got to the both of you and seeing each other every day turned to seeing each other once a week.

But now you were just confused, exam season had ended weeks ago but at this point you and Marco saw each other once or twice every two weeks. So, you swallowed your pride and arranged a romantic night out consisting of a candle lit dinner.

Turning in the mirror and running your eyes up and down your outfit- you decided that you looked good. After weeks of wearing nothing but sweatpants and oversized hoodies, wearing a flattering dress was exactly the confidence boost you needed; seeing Marco’s reaction would only fuel that. For the date itself you’d decided on a small Italian restaurant only a few minutes walk from campus, after that the two of you would stroll leisurely back to campus before returning to one of your respective dorms where you would spend the night together. A perfect, fool proof plan.

At least, that’s what you had thought.

The most essential factor for a successful date with your boyfriend…is that said boyfriend actually shows up.

This is the thought you mused to yourself in a burst of sarcasm as you curled into your stupidly thin coat on a bench in front of the restaurant you had arranged to meet Marco at- 40 minutes ago. Exhaling harshly, you hauled yourself up from the bench and did nothing but stare up at the sky as thunder crackled from above. At that moment, you made a decision- one that did not make your dorm the desired location.

Embarrassment filled every fibre of your being as you trudged through the halls of the college dorms completely alone wearing a tight dress and heels. Once you reached the dorm in question, you rapped loudly on the door (which earned you a number of dirty looks) and waited for the person on the other side of the door to answer.

“Hello, Who’s there?” A voice called sleepily from the other side of the door as it opened, “Oh...hey Y/N.”

“Marco,” You pushed past him and walked into the room, moving to grab a fluffy towel, “You better have a great excuse for what happened tonight.”

As you made an attempt to wring out your soaked hair, Marco went and sat back down on the messy bed at the side of the room- he must’ve been asleep, “What do you mean ‘what happened tonight?’ I’ve been asleep since 7, you know college has me exhausted.”

You stopped your frantic scrubbing and paused, letting the towel drop to the floor, “What?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

“You don’t know what you were supposed to do tonight,” You wiped a hand over your face in disbelief, “What we were supposed to do.”

Marco froze, chewing on his fingernail as he visibly tried to remember. “No, I’m sorry-”

“We had plans,” You snapped, causing Marco to snap his mouth shut, “Solid plans for an actual night out for the first time in months.”.

Realisation dawned upon Marco’s face as his whole figure slumped, though his actions showed no signs of regret, “I completely forgot.”

“Yeah, I assumed that.”

Marco huffed loudly, before leaning back on his elbows, “Y/N, I-”

“How long is this going to go on for?”

“What?” Marco raised both eyebrows.

“How long are we going to go on like this?” Despite the sadness you felt your eyes were completely dry, “How long are we going to be in this dying relationship where we never talk and never see each other,” You let out a deadly laugh, “I mean, I haven’t even said I love you in weeks let alone touch you.”

Marco looked down, unable to meet your eyes, “I noticed.”

You had been ready to go off on another rant, but the lack of empathy and straight up emotions in Marco’s voice left you mystified- leaving you feeling defeated, “Me too.”

“What have you noticed?”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Marco didn’t reply. He just stared blankly at the wall behind you, his face portraying no emotion. That was all you needed in order to nod numbly before hightailing out of there. As the door slammed shut behind you- all you could do was slide down the wall beside it and stare at the bright red heels adorning your feet.

Although not a single emotion slipped out during the initial breakup, the fallout hit you during the following weeks. You did nothing but eat, sleep and go to class; the first two were still very much lacking. To say the least, the people around you were worried- some would pop their head into your room every now and then only to find you curled up in a ball beneath the covers.

Marco, on the other hand, had seemed completely fine; hanging out with friends and keeping up with his usual routine of work and play- at least, that is what your friends had told you. It was almost like he didn’t care, that he was happy you had ended things. A small part of you knew that wasn’t true though. You knew Marco, having seen him at his lowest and highest points- you knew that he hid his sadness behind a mask of either anger or pure joy. This instance was obviously the latter.

Stumbling out of the shower you had finally managed to drag yourself into, you pulled on an old hoodie as you walked towards the exit; where a notice board stood.

There, on the board, was an advertisement for a Karaoke Night in a local bar.

This is exactly what you needed. A chance to let go, sing silly songs and possibly even meet someone new. You would do anything to fill the crater in your heart that Marco had left behind. So, you texted all your friends (who were really just glad to see you enthusiastic about something) and invited them to go with you- it took place that very night, meaning you only had a number of hours before it began.

The bar was a small, hole in the wall venue that students of the college tend to frequent regularly. Despite the majority of patrons not yet being of legal age, the workers found their way around these guidelines and supplied students with the majority of their alcoholic intake.

“It’s really busy here tonight,” Molly, one of your close friends, spoke as you entered the main area, “You sure you still want to sing?”

Shooting her an amused look, you followed the group over to the bar, “That doesn’t faze me, it means more people can appreciate my gorgeous voice.”

“As someone who has never heard it- I’m not sure about that one.”

The whole group burst into laughter, you just shook your head and let out a small huff yourself, “I cannot wait to prove you wrong.”

As each of you settled into a seat on a high-table close to the bar, you all broke into conversation as you fed off of the energy the bar supplied. For once, you weren’t curled into your bed antagonising over what went wrong in your relationship with Marco or sitting in class unable to concentrate because your ex was all you could think about. For the first time in over a month, you felt really great.

Of course, that was abruptly cut short.

“Y/N,” One of your friends gasped, staring at something behind you with wide eyes, “Don’t turn around but Marco just walked in.”

Your entire body seized up, a cold wave of shock trickled down your body, “You’re joking, right?”

She shook her head, sympathy painted her features before she reached forward and squeezed your hand, “Don’t even give him the benefit of looking at you.” All you could do was nod, blinking through the panic that was quickly rising.

“Mhm,” Molly nodded, rubbing your shoulder, “Don’t even talk to him and then blow him away with your singing.”

“Yeah!” A few girls at the table cheered around you, “You’re still going to do that right?”

“No going back.” You twisted your mouth into a nervous smile as the group surrounding you cheered and held up their respective drinks. Taking the girls advice, you didn’t even look at Marco- which was extremely nerve wracking as you had no idea what he looked like or what state he was in. Your night went from being calm and a relief from drama to a tense and gnawing situation as you fought to not look over at Marco; wherever he was.

“The karaoke event is beginning soon! If you want to take part just come up here and grab the mic from whoever is on stage.”

“That’s your queue.” Molly squealed, shaking your shoulder excitedly.

“Not yet.” You laughed, moving away from her teasingly, “I have to work up my confidence first.”

“Hey,” Molly shoved at your shoulder a lot softer this time, “You’ll be great, don’t even think about Marco.”

“How do you always know what to say?”

Molly shrugged, a smile crinkling at her eyes, “I guess I’m just a great friend.”

“Oh, shut up.” You both broke into laughter and continued to talk until the first act came onto the stage, which you all turned to watch and cheer on. The event had a mix of talent, to say the least- some were extremely talented and left the crowd erupting into cheers, though some were obviously there as a dare or joke.

“Who wants to come up next?” The current singer behind the microphone grinned as they held it before them.

“I’ll go!” You yelled without thinking twice, having drunk a little bit of liquid since the original announcement- your friends around you cheered for what felt like the millionth time but the most interesting point was the head of black hair across the room that whipped around in shock at the sound of your voice.

As you clambered up the stairs towards the stage, the guy manning the sound beckoned you over and asked for your song choice, “I choose you by Alessia Cara.” You grinned as the guy gave you an encouraging thumbs up. Grabbing the microphone, you stood in the middle of the stage and waited for your queue to begin singing.

Relishing in the cheers the crowd gifted you with, you grinned nervously as you walked back to the table; laughing as your friends pulled you into their arms and shouted numerous compliments at you.

“Thanks guys,” You smiled, allowing yourself to breath now that you weren’t under the bright lights of the stage, “Told you I could sing.”

“You sure can,” Molly laughed brightly, slight shock showing in her features, “You should do that more.”

Before you could reply, an unusually timid voice sounded behind you, “Hey Y/N.”

Slowly, you turned to face Marco who stood behind you- he had a nervous look on his face as he wrung his hands in circles and silently begged you.

“Marco.”

“Can I talk to you?”

Oh, hell no.” Molly barked, stepping in front of you, “You’ve already broken her hear once.”

“No, Molly,” You pulled her back, smiling at her reassuringly, “I’ll be okay.”

Marco nodded before leading you out of the building as you walked together side by side- it felt weird for him to not have his hand on the small of your back like he usually would in places like that, which only drove in the fact that you were broken up.

“You were amazing up there.”

“Thanks,” You smiled tightly, hugging yourself with your arms with the same enthusiasm.

“Y/N-”

“What do you want Marco?”

He frowned at you, his eyes teared up slightly, “You didn’t give me the chance to speak, Y/N.”

“What?”

“When you said that I didn’t love you anymore,” He gulped and looked down, “You left before I could prove you wrong.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, “Your reaction was enough of an answer.”

He just shook his head, smiling slightly at your antics, “I left you alone after that because I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me...but then I saw you singing tonight and I realised that you are the one for me.”

“Marco-” Your voice wobbled as you looked on at the man before you.

“Please let me speak,” Marco laughed, “I never stopped loving you and I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. The stress just got to me and I shouldn’t have let you be a victim of that too.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” Marco wrapped both of your hands in his, he was begging now, “It isn’t and if you let me I will never shut you out like that again.”

“Really?” You hiccupped slightly, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Yeah.” Marco whispered softly, letting go of your hands to wipe the tears coating your face, “Unless you realised that you’re better off without me and if so-”

“Shut up.” You sighed before reaching forward and pressing a much needed kiss to his lips. Finally, you thought.

“Fuck, I missed that.”

“Just that?”

“No,” He laughed, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs, “I missed everything about you. I know I’ve seemed happy but I really wasn’t.”

You smile sadly at him as you snaked your arms around his neck, “I never stopped loving you too.”

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“Good.” And the two of you met in a kiss once again as a nearby street lamp illuminated the night-cold air surrounding you.

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emile-hides · 3 years

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My Hero Pokemon AU

Basic title because I cannot think but I’ve decided I’m just gonna go ahead and rewrite the entire plot of My Hero Academia (current anime) as if it was like... a spin off of the Pokemon Anime? Took place in Pokemon?

Pokemon AU but more than just what Pokemon everyone would have, it’s plot. I’m just not writing it.

This is going to get long and rambley and I have no cool art to pace it out I’m literally rewriting an entire anime plot, but if you’d be so kind as to stick with me that’d be super cool.

So basics are as basics do, Toshinori Yagi is the Pokemon Champion of this world. He’s like the Pokemon Master, he’s more than just a strong battler, he’s also helpful and spends his time growing the bonds between Pokemon and People, making Pokemon more common amongst a world where the idea of keeping a Pokemon for something other than battling was absurd.

There are three ways to get a Pokemon;

The most old fashioned being at 4-6 years old your parent or parental figure will give you an egg from one of their Pokemon, and it’s your job to care for it until it hatches.

Likewise, a parent or parental figure can also simply pass down a Pokemon from their own team onto a child at age 4 or older. Typically the older Pokemon is more of a guardian for the young trainer than an actual partner

Finally, you can take a Pokemon Personality Test and be gifted a Pokemon by a local professor or even the champion if you reach the right requirements, and pay a kinda hefty fee.

The last option is what Katsuki Bakugou did on his 4th birthday. He was gifted a Cyndaquil. Unlike the usual timid behavior for it’s species, Katsuki’s Cyndaquil was constantly picking fights. The flames on it’s back were always full strength. The two were perfect.

Izuku’s parents were a little more old fashioned. His father is a traveling Pokemon Trainer who’s partner is a Flareon, while his mother’s partner is an Espeon. The two opted to pass an egg from their partners down to Izuku.

He was the only kid in his class who had an egg, and was bullied for it, as he was the only one who couldn’t battle. And of course, the greatest battler of his grade was Katsuki Bakugou, who’s Cyndaquil took out even hand-me down Pokemon.

Still, he believed in the greatness that would hatch from the egg, and cared for it diligently. When his Eevee hatched, the two already shared a closer bond than any other trainer at Izuku’s school.

Eevee, however, was not very strong. He didn’t win any battles at school, and Izuku tended to hesitate as a trainer. Despite his many notes on battling, he could never get the hang of telling Eevee what to do in time. Katsuki loked down at him because of this.

Here’s where I stop being a storyteller for a hot second; The log accident between Katsuki and Izuku is replaced by Katsuki’s Cyndaquil loosing a battle to a wild Pokemon and fainting for the first time. Katsuki wasn’t prepared for this, he didn’t have anything to make Cyndaquil better, and it was actually Izuku and his Eevee who chased off the wild Pokemon and found Oran berries to heal Cyndaquil.

Obviously, neither of them liked that. Because you know. Angy boy has to angy. So Katsuki and his Cyndaquil both hate Izuku and his Eevee for... helping them. Because they don’t need help. They’re strong all on their own. Fuck you Deku.

By middle school Bakugou is still the best battler in his grade and grades above, his Cyndaquil is now a Quilava, soon to be a Typhlosion, and he’s setting his sights on the elite Pokemon Trainers school; UA Highschool.

On the other hand, Midoriya’s Eevee has blatantly refused to evolve any time Midoriya brought it up, and is now more like a house pet than a partner Pokemon. Midoriya has also failed to catch any new Pokemon. He does, however, have notebooks on type advantages, teams, strategy, and move combos. Eevee and Midoriya spend hours researching the perfect next partner to match Eevee. They too want to go to UA.

But that’d be impossible for an unevolved Pokemon as weak as Eevee. And with no other partners to help out it seems like a pipe dream.

Enter All Might, Champion and Pokemon Master. Who’s secret star Pokemon is an unevolved Scorbunny.

In this AU it’s not the act of saving Bakugou from getting his Quilava stolen by a Team LOV Grunt that sparks Toshinori’s drive to train him; But instead, the sync he has with his Pokemon. Both he and Eevee ran into the battle, a loosing battle, against a trainer they could not beat, without saying a word to one another. They both HAD to help. They both HAD to battle.

The connection between Trainer and Pokemon is what really matters, especially when using One for All, which is like a Z-Crystal or Mega Stone. It acts a lot like the Sync moves from Pokemon Masters. The trust between Trainer and Pokemon is gathered and released in an all out attack. It comes with the backlash of draining a Pokemon and Trainer’s life force if used too much. Like a Life Orb in the games, but less number values.

Toshinori and his Scorbunny train Izuku and his Eevee to inherit this power. Any Pokemon can be strong, evolution or not. It’s all about trust and care. A true trainer wins with the Pokemon they like, as Toshinori’s master once taught him.

Okay this post is getting... ridiculously long and we’re barely though episode like 3 when I said I was rewriting the whole plot I meant it. Thankyou to all who have stuck with me thus far, I’ll speed run Class 1-A’s Partner Pokemon real quick for you.

Yuga Ayoama - Carbink he hatched from an egg, he hopes one day to see it evolve into a Diancie

Mina Ashido - Her first Pokemon is her Salazzle she got from a Personality test, but her always out of it’s Pokeball her partner is a Grimer she caught in middle school. She thinks she’s the cutest Pokemon in the world, and likes to dress her up. She also has a Sliggoo who loves hugs.

Tsuyu Asui - Her main Pokemon is her father’s Politoed, though she’s always surrounded by water types. She can be seen cradling Tympol and Poliwag like babies. She also has a Drizzile.

Tenya Iida - Current owner of the family’s Aegishlash after Tensei had the his team stolen and corrupted by Team LOV. Before then his number one Partner was a Shelmet, traded with his brother to evolve into an Accelgor just before the entrance exam for UA.

Ochaco Uraraka - Hatched a Ralts from her parents, upon entering UA it was still a Kirlia. After interning under the Ace Trainer Gunhead it evolved into a Gallade.

Mashirao Ojiro - Specializes in fighting types, his main Pokemon is a Mienshao, though he also has a Mankey and Monferno who are constantly fighting one another, Meinshao, being the oldest, is typically the one to break up these fights. The joke here is his Pokemon have more personality than he does.

Denki Kaminari - Pikachu from a personality test. It’ll evolve into an Alolan Raichu. He also has a Blitzle with Lighting Rod as it’s ability along a Tynamo and a Toxel (Amped) who are both still in training. Very baby.

Ejiro Kirishima - Wants to be a Dragon type gym leader. He has a Druddigon that hated him he caught in middle school, because that’s Crimson Riot’s ace Pokemon. His first Pokemon was his dad’s Gigalith who acts as a dad to his Druddigon.

Koji Koda - His first Pokemon was a Buneary he hatched. It hates him, to this day, it’s best move is Frustration. It wants to be a battler, they only went to UA because it signed up for this school behind his back. He wanted to be a Pokemon Breeder. He also has a Happiny and an Audino.

Rikido Sato - His mom gave him her Pikachu as a starter. It’s currently an Alolan Raichu from the amount of sweets he’s given it. He also has an Alcremie he nursed back to health when it was injured, and a Ribombee.

Mezo Shoji - Has his dad’s Cinccino, an Aipom, and a Grapplot. They’re all very calm and quiet Pokemon, usually just hanging off him in various ways. Cinccino will beat the ass of whoever didn’t clean their dishes in the dorms, though.

Kyoka Jiro - Toxtricity (Low Key) from her dad, and a Mime Jr. that’ll evolve into a Mr. Ryme. She wants to be a strong battler but she also wants to preform in Pokemon Musicals and Contests.

Hanta Sero - Bug type trainer, his two current out of the ball Pokemon are a Caterpie and Sewaddle that are always on his shoulders. His first Pokemon was a Grubbin, currently a Vikavolt. They all know string shot and like to cocoon him whenever possible. On the hunt for a Wurmple next.

Fumikage Tokoyami - His first Pokemon was an Inkay he befriended. Sense evolving into a Malamar it refuses to listen to him, tending to act on it’s own or even hypnotize him to keep him from getting in it’s way. He also seems to attract wild Murkrow whenever he’s outside.

Shoto Todoroki - His Pokemon will get full indepth looks later in the post just know his starter was a Tepig from an egg his dad gave him. The rest of his team are ice types like Weavile and Glalie. He also cares for his mom’s Frosslass and Frosmoth. His room is full of Snom.

Toru Hagakura - Has her mom’s Alolan Ninetails, along with a Kecleon that is almost always invisible. Her Kecleon and Tsyu’s Drizzle are best friends.

Katsuki Bakugo - Obviously his Typholsion which evolved during entrance exams. He also has a Magmortar, a Larvitar he’s training, and a Ferrothorn he has for type coverage.

Izuku Midoriya - We’ll go over the growth of his team in a second, just know for a very long time (around midway though where season 3 is) Eevee was his only Pokemon. Now he has a Breloom as well.

Minoru Mineta - Has a Crogunk from a personality test that poison jabs him everytime he says or does anything pervy like Brock from the Pokemon anime. He also has a Zygarde Core he claims is an extremely rare and very powerful Pokemon.

Momo Yaoyorozu - Magearna is her staple Pokemon, her father bought it for her when she was very little. She also has both a male and female Indeedee.

This is all current as of season 5 teams, so some backstory on where some Pokemon came from may happen later.

That took...longer than expected... Back to plot!

I can’t take too long to talk about the USJ Incident, because it’s not the biggest deal and I’d have to go into pro-hero ie Ace and Veteran Trainer’s Pokemon, along with League of Villain stuff so we’re gonna gloss over this for just a hot second.

Just know LOV is the evil team in this AU. They want to take down the Pokemon League, and AFO wants the OFA gem Toshinori passed down to Izuku.

Sports Festival aka Battle Tournament time:

This is mostly Shoto Todoroki growth and learning.

His father, Enji Todoroki, is an Elite Four member who wants to overthrow the Champion and take his throne. Of course, he never could, so he married rich, Rei Todoroki, and harshly trained his children to be Pokemon Champions.

Shoto’s Tepig, currently a Pignite, is a the direct offspring of Endevor’s Emboar, and he refuses to use it in fear it may evolve and become exactly like his father. Shoto only uses half his team, and distances himself from his one true partner to throw away his father’s legacy.

Pignite, however, demands to battle Izuku and it’s fullest, even when Shoto refuses to allow it.

Izuku is the one to convince him that it’s HIS partner! His FRIEND! That he can trust his Pignite and if he’s too scared to evolve it it doesn’t HAVE to evolve! It’s fine as a Pignite, it fights for YOU Shoto! Put your trust in your partner!

This pushes him to not only use Pignite, but the Pokemon his mother entrusted him with as well, such as her Froslass.

All the meanwhile, Iida discovers his brother, current leader of the Iida Gym, was attacked by Team LOV, his Pokemon were stolen, and he was gravely injured.

Team LOV uses Shadow Pokemon, Pokemon who have closed off their hearts to humans and attack without mercy. Battles end in death, for both the trainer and the Pokemon. Tensei is lucky to still be alive.

All that remains of his trusted team is the family’s Aegishlash, their Grandfather’s first partner, and a trusted Iida family member. Tensei, unable to fully battle without his full team, passes on the Iida family Pokemon to Tenya, along with the promise to one day guard the Gym’s name.

This arc is almost completely without Stain and I genuinely don’t know how to really... incorporate him correctly. His morals are kinda weird to me and getting that to work around Pokemon would be hard. So I’m just making him a Team LOV admin. Sorry Stain, I know you stand for better than this, but I just... Can’t work with it.

Queue Tenya Iida’s bad boy arc, as he goes hunting after Team LOV with plans to shut down the entire organization single-handedly.

Of course this doesn’t work out and he end up in a fight with Team LOV Admin, Stain, who proceeds to kick his teeth in using dirty tactics and shadow Pokemon. This is the most OOC thing that’ll be in this AU I swear I’m so sorry Stain...

During this fight Midoriya starts to really see the backlash of using OFA at it’s limit, as both he and Eevee end up passing out from exhaustion, allowing Stain to get away, landing them both in the hospital.

Grand Torino doesn’t have words to teach Midoriya how to use OFA correctly, he simply gives him an egg and is off on his way. He’ll figure it out, he’s a smart kid.

Izuku spends most of his summer training camp caring for this egg, while everyone else is testing battle match ups, double battles, rotation battles, along with facing against type disadvantages and, of course, catching new team members in the surrounding forest.

Which of course brings us to Team LOV’s attack on the Summer Training Camp, and I’m again going to try and speed run their Pokemon partners, and this time I will be sticking to the Pokemon they have as of the attack on the camp, rather than future teams. Meaning I’m skipping AFO entirely right now. Also Nomu are replaced entirely with Shadow Pokemon.

Tomura Shigaraki (Team Boss) - All of his Pokemon are acquired from AFO, including his main Pokemon, Giratina (Altered Form), Dusknoir, and Golurk. The only Pokemon he has of his own is Banette

Dabi (Team Admin)- His ace is a Charizard constantly in it’s Mega-X form. He also has a Shiny Ponyta, Lampent, and a Shadow Reshiram gifted to him by LOV

Toga (Team Admin)- Her ace is a Ditto that tries to transform into people rather than Pokemon. She treats it like a person and calls it her friend rather than her partner. She also controls shadow versions of The Lake Trio; Uxie, Azelf, and Mespirit

Twice (Team Admin)- His ace is a Zweilous, the two heads are constantly fighting and he’s back and forth on stopping them. He’s not a very competent trainer and tends to give double commands. He’s in charge of a Shadow Kyurem.

Muscular (Team Admin)- Could care less about his bond with his Pokemon, they’re all shadow Pokemon. Machamp, Heracross, Hariyama, and Conkeldurr. He also has a Buzzwole, though it doesn’t seem to be a shadow Pokemon.

Spinner (Grunt)- Scyther, Escavalier, and Shedinja.

Magne (Grunt)- Plusle, Minun, and a Morpeko. Supports Spinner in Double Battles, she’s not a direct fighter.

Mr. Compress (Grunt)- Mr. Mime is is ace, he also as a Mr. Ryme and a Clefairy. They all know Metronome and use it even when he tells them not to.

Mustard (Grunt)- Wheezing, Dustox, Stunky, and Amoongus. Very defensive.

Moonfish (Grunt)- Has too many Unown. Are they even his Pokemon? They just kinda surround him and attack all at once. He does not give them any commands. Is he even alive? He doesn’t seem to move much.

Moonfish, Mustard, and Muscular all get captured, their Pokemon are moved into protective custody, Shadow Pokemon are treated and rehabilitated. And of course, Bakugo is kidnapped by the evil team.

During the raid on Team LOV’s hideout, Ace Trainers, Gym Leaders, and Elite Four members manage to contain all shadow Pokemon and transport them to safer facilities, though with plenty of struggle.

All for One fight happens, and true anime style, Toshinori’s ace, Scorbunny, manages to take down AFO’s Giritina (Origin Form), allowing for his capture. With the cost of revealing to the world the toll OFA has taken on both Toshinori and his partner.

I wish I could find some way to talk about the Dorm episode because it and the first episode of season 4 are easily my favorite episodes. They’re just so cute, and it’d only be cuter with partner Pokemon and growing bonds and all that. Please take this moment to appreciate those episodes.

Moving into the Dorms is about the right time for Izuku’s egg from Grand Tirino to hatch! Surprise! It’s a... Shroomish?? Granted he’s a bit confused at first, but Toshinori helps a bit. He won’t just give him the answer of course. What kind of teacher does that?

Izuku realizes he can’t put too much of OFA’s strain on just his Eevee, he need to lessen the weight on his partner. He talks to Shroomish about it, explain how it works and says if he doesn’t want to battle, he doesn’t have to.

But of course Shroomish wants to battle! It wants great power and to be best friends with Midoriya and Eevee!

Shroomish evolves during license training, which I’m not 100% positive how to translate into this AU... I’m so sorry to both the Provisional License (which has some of the best characters) and Stain for just completely glossing over whatever it is you all do but I just wanna keep going I’ve been writing for 8 hours straight now.

Internships time. I know there’s a lot of really REALLY good characters in this arc. Super cool, full of personality and the ability to go ham wild on their Pokemon teams is diving me wild rn but like the story of this arc is also super wild so I’ll spare y’all my ten page essay on Fatgum’s Pokemon, unless you wanna come into my ask box and ask for that spesifically, I will give it to you.

We’ll just do The big Three and move on:

Mirio Togata - His starter was defenetly a Ghastly, currently a Gengar full of love and laughs. He also has a Togekiss, Gliscor, and a Heracross. They’re all very happy, fun loving Pokemon, who trust eachother and Mirio very closely.

Neijire Hado - She started with a Mareep, now an Ampharos, she’s also currently caring for a Smoochum, and a Vibrava. Her Pokemon are constantly full of energy.

Tamaki Amajiki - He got a Smeargle from his Pokemon Personality test as a starter, much like him his Smeargle is very shy about it’s art, only showing it to Tamaki, Mirio, and Mirio’s Heracross. Her also has a Skrelp who doesn’t like to battle, and a Drifblim he hides behind.

Eri is a little girl currently plagued by Darkrai’s nightmares. Overhaul is using these nightmares to create the serum that turns Pokemon into Shadow Pokemon. His goal is to separate people and Pokemon permanently.

Because of her constant nightmares, Eri is terrified of Pokemon, and is always weary around them, especally if they are bigger than her.

Just like in the main story, Mirio and Izuku run into Eri while on patrol, and immedetly know something’s wrong, but can’t do anything, letting her slip back into the hands of Overhaul.

The Yakuza, in this AU, run the Pokemon Daycare as a front, thus they have a lotta eggs. During the raid of the base, Twice’s Zweilious, evolved into Hydreigeon, finds and gets attached to one such egg. He eventually gifts it to Toga.

During the battles of the raid, Overhaul turns quiet a few Pokemon into Shadow Pokemon, including Nighteyes’ ace, Xatu, who in the rage induced by becoming shadowed, attacks and gravely wounds Nighteye.

Mirio’s team does their best as well, but his team are also stripped of their hearts and bonds. Even so, he keeps fighting. He pushes them to please, keep going, for Eri! So she can know the joy of having her own Pokemon some day, and be free of all this pain!

He manages to keep them fighting until Izuku shows up, though by then he’s taken the brunt of quiet a few of his own Pokemon’s attacks and can no longer stand.

When the dust all settals, the Shadow Pokemon are gathered and slept for their own saftey. Eri’s grandfather, the Yakuza Boss, is still in a coma. In his room police find an egg, a gift meant for Eri, her first Pokemon.

But she’s still too scared of Pokemon to accept it.

School Festival time; Time to go after Jiro’s true passion: Pokemon Preformances!

I have a personal weakness for the Pokemon Musicals from Black and White, and it fits this little section here where they all put on a concert with singing and dancing and the whole idea of Jiro and Denki’s Toxtricitys jamming together on stage is making me soft so like

That’s what happens

And it helps Eri get over her fear of Pokemon. Not entrily all at once, but for a moment, just a moment, all these Pokemon having fun, dancing and singing, wearing cute little clothes just... Makes her so happy!

So.

That’s the plot thus far, as of anime standards, that’s about where I am and it’s almost all my thoughts. I have a few miscellaneous things to clean up, sense I know quiet a few manga bits, so feel free to stop here if your an Anime causual like me.

Also! If I didn’t include someone’s team and you’d like to know, or you want to judge me on my reasons for giving certain people certain Pokemon, send me an ask. I’ll gladly explain. I have explinations. A lot of them.

OKAY MISCELLANEOUS TIME NOW:

Eri’s egg from her grandfather has a Celebi in it, the cure to Shadow Pokemon. I’m not sure when it’ll hatch, but she takes care of it every day.

Mirio actually still has his team! They’re just shadow Pokemon now, so they rarely listen to him and often attack him. He doesn’t particapate in real battles anymore, for fear his Pokemon will hurt someone else, but he still trains and plays with them the best he can! He’s constantly covered in scratches and bites.

Dabi’s charizard was given to him as a Charmander by his dad. His father claimed he wasn’t a good trainer because he cared and cried too much when his Pokemon got hurt, and took the Charmander from him. In this AU, Dabi isn’t believed dead, he just ran away from home after taking his Charmander back.

Team LOV actually made Charizard X, as theories say it’s a man-made mega evolution form and I think that’s cool, and Dabi forced it onto his partner. Charizard ended up nearly killing Dabi with it’s sudden strength.

Kurogiri is a Shadow Marshadow forcibly possessing Oboro Shirakumo, he has no Pokemon of his own, nor does he battle. Shirakumo isn’t dead in this AU, just possessed. Kinda in a coma?

After Twice dies, Toga takes care of his Hydreigeon. The egg he gave her hatches after he’s dead, and it’s a Zorua. She tells it all about Twice, refering to him as the Zorua’s daddy because I just think that’s cute leave me be. Hydreigeon is a VERY good parental Pokemon to Zorua.

With the loss of Muscular, Mr. Compress is promoted to admin and given a Hoopa, which he chooses to confine to it’s smaller, weaker form. It’s the only legendary Pokemon that Team LOV has that isn’t a Shadow Pokemon.

#Long post #Under the cut but it is also the LONGEST post I've ever made so #My Hero Academia #Boku no hero academia #BNHA #MHA #Pokemon AU #Pokemon #MAIN TAGS Y'ALL I'M IN THE MAIN TAGS #I litterally #LITTERALLY #rewrote the entire plot though a Pokemon lense #As of posting this I've been working for 9 hours straight #So that's fun #Please knwo despite getting all this out there there is still more I want to talk about #So ask me stuff #Like why certain characters have certain pokemone #Or what Pokemon certain characters have that I didn't mention directly #Who's a gym leader VS Eliet four and such #More Pokemon personalities...#Yo Shounen almost always blends very wlle with Pokemon like story wise #It's the power of friendship my dude #I was trying very hard not to use anyone's hero names this entire post #So if I did I'm sorry I'm genuienlly very tired #Please like this post

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dramaticlester · 3 years

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safety symptoms

summary: dnp get their vaccines and someone isn’t taking it very well.

also known as i got my vaccine irl and the only way i know how to handle it is to bring dnp into the situation and turn them into me.

genre: fluffy illness pls

warnings: vaccine/needle mentions, side effects of many varieties (pls help irl), swearing

Accepting the vaccine itself was a piece of cake. Dan and Phil both eagerly booked their places, the prospect of licking a stranger not a foreign thought to either of them. They went to the place, pinkie fingers linked between them in the back of the taxi, two masks pulled over each of their mouths (because they were for sure not taking those risks).

Having the vaccine was also a piece of cake. Dan and Phil split ways to go to their separate cubicles, giving each other a reassuring hand touch before going.

Phil was a bit better with needles, though he wouldn’t particularly choose to have one. He sat down, greeting the nurse with a kind smile and a bit of an icebreaker joke about sticking it in his eyeball (she didn’t laugh). Phil was so busy talking to her, he didn’t notice the needle even go into his arm, that’s how painless it was. Not even a prick.

“There you go, darling,” the nurse smiled, placing a little plaster over it. “Drink fluids and you’ll be just fine. Take a seat in the waiting room to make sure you’re okay to leave.”

“Thankyou!” Phil grinned, pulling his jacket on and wandering out into the waiting room where Dan was already sat, phone in hand as he took a picture of his little card to put on, presumably, his instagram story.

“Hey you, how are you feeling?” Phil asked, sitting beside him, rubbing a discrete hand over his back.

“Fine, I accidentally tensed my arm when she put the needle in, but it wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m proud of you, just one more to go...”

Later that night, Phil’s arm started to tingle accompanied by a mind splitting headache.

“Fuck,” Phil muttered, standing up off the couch to find his way to where Dan was working away in the office.

“Hey, bub..” Dan said, concern already etched on his face. Phil didn’t deserve him.

“Dan, I don’t feel well,” Phil pouted, leaning into Dan’s cool touch on his forehead.

“At least we know your immune systems working,” Dan said sadly, linking his fingers with Phil’s. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Phil climbed into bed, accepting the water and paracetamol being passed to him. He then fell asleep to Dan’s fingers threading through his hair.

Phil’s sleep was fitful, whimpering constantly and absolutely scorching dan every time his arm brushed over his bare stomach. Dan sat awake, trying to make sure Phil didn’t accidentally hurt himself, his brow creased in worry. Dan could not stand seeing Phil poorly. Dan decided to read up a bit more about the vaccine side effects on the little sheet they’d been given, thankful to see the things Phil were feeling were common as opposed to drop everything and run to A&E.

As slowly as he could, Dan removed the covers off Phil’s boiling body, next attempting to take off the jumper and two t-shirts he had on, too. That was less successful, with Phil waking up in a full blown shiver, his eyes wide and frightful.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, scowling as he bounded himself back up in clothes and blankets. “It’s fucking freezing.”

“Phil, you have a temperature, love,” Dan replied calmly, wracking his brain for ways he could cool him down. “Your body is too hot.”

“Nuh uh,” Phil refused, pushing his socked foot against Dan’s leg. “You’re warm.”

“I’ll let you keep the blankets now, but in the morning we’re sitting out on the balcony, I don’t care if it’s freezing and/or raining,” Dan warned, settling back down, allowing Phil to crowd into his arms, nose tucked under Dan’s chin.

“Whatever you say.”

Luckily, it wasn’t raining outside as Dan insisted on pushing Phil out onto the balcony under the strict rule that he needed to cool down. Phil felt like literal death. The pain in his arm had made it hard for him to even move to get up, his head hurt so bad he swears he could see double, his stomach hurt, and he felt like he could sleep for 50 days without waking up. Dan, the little shit, only had a sore arm, that he managed to get rid of with one dose of painkiller.

“Just think of how much worse it would be if you got actual corona, if this is how you’re reacting to the vaccine,” Dan whispered (he’d taken the courtesy to whisper as Phil flinched at the low sound of the microwave beeping.)

Dan and Phil were sat on one of the loungers on the balcony, the same one, mind you, as Phil was set on cuddling the fuck out of Dan at the moment. Dan was at the back of the lounge chair, with Phil in between his legs, back to chest. Their hands were joined against Phil’s stomach, Dan pretending to not be alarmed at the sheer heat radiating from it.

“I know,” Phil grumbled, pushing further back against Dan. “It’ll pass, but I wish it would pass faster.”

They sat in silence for a long time, Phil snoozing and Dan pressing kisses to his head and resting his cheek gently against it. He felt so bad, bad that he came out with a sore arm whilst Phil was so sick. He looked peaky and disheveled, his hair sticking up in all directions from the way his body had been turning all night long, not that he didn’t still look beautiful (he did). Dan knew he’d feel so much better when they were both fully vaccinated, his greatest fear of losing Phil being a bit less prominent in the face of coronavirus. Seeing the way Phil was reacting, he had never been so thankful they were taking the social distancing so seriously, lest he lost him.

After around an hour, Phil stirred, his groan hitting Dan straight in his heart, it jumping in his chest. The only times he really saw Phil so vulnerable was when he had a migraine, it was usually Dan moping about the place due to a cold or a small cut or bruise.

“Hi, darling,” Dan whispered as Phil sat up, turning to look at him. Phil leaned forward to kiss him, cupping Dan’s jaw with strong hands. Dan was surprised, but pulled Phil impossibly closer with two large hands on his waist.

“I can’t lift my arms high enough to go round your neck,” Phil pouted, whispering it against Dan’s lips.

Dan giggled, hoisting Phil up slightly by raising his legs, “there, you’re a bit closer now so you can do it.”

Phil smiled, kissing Dan again, this time his arms wrapped around his neck, hands clasped together behind his head. Dan felt Phil begin to move around in his lap, his excitement becoming clearer. Dan pulled away, almost lead back in again by the desperate groan Phil let out.

“Not today, darling,” Dan shook his head, giving him one last peck. “You’re not well enough and you have a fever, I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

“You’re too good for me,” Phil voiced aloud this time, wrapping his legs round Dan’s waist and giving him a cuddle. It was a bit of an awkward position considering they were both freakishly tall, but it was comfortable and familiar.

“I think the same thing about you every day.”

Later on, when the paracetamol had set in and Phil’s fever had been reduced enough to not be worrying Dan constantly, they moved back inside, though the heating stayed off and every blanket hidden from Phil’s sight. He was trembling like a leaf on the sofa, out of Dan’s embrace for the grand total of five minutes whilst Dan got him some soup because “have you ever seen a nurse just sit there cuddling the patients?” though it did get the response of “maybe if they looked like you,” with a pout in Dan’s direction.

Phil was grateful after eating the soup though, his tummy full, satisfied, and warmed (though he wouldn’t tell Dan that last one otherwise he’d chuck some ice in the next lot.)

Phil started feeling better over the next few days, his symptoms dwindling down to just a minor headache and pain in his arm, but he knew it was all so so worth it. and he also wasn’t one to say no to boatloads of cuddles and warming (don’t tell Dan) soup. He felt one step closer to normality and five steps closer to his Dan.

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hello everyone! i had my vaccine three days ago and my arm hurts and my head burns. the day after was kind of like being a lead in the walking dead though (and i did a 9 hour shift and just cried the whole way through) so i’m glad about the dwindling pain. it’ll be so so worth it though, when we can do things again! remember to get your vaccine if you receive your invite and save some lives, woo! also, this hasn’t been proofread as of yet, i just wanted to make myself feel better.

#phan #phandom #phanfiction #dan and phil #danhowell #phillester #fluff #amazingphil #danandphil #phil lester

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justimagineitblog · 4 years

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“You Used To Love Me”: Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 1

A/N: Please enjoy getting caught up in this love story :)

Like / reblog and let me know if you would like to be added to a tag list for the next chapters to come ....

thankyou my loves and don’t fook with the peaky blinders! ;) xx

It’s the usual smog and cold air as I make my way down town, dirt and gravel roads crunching beneath my heels. Mostly, I concentrate on trying not to lose my footing and dodging the young boys who are playing tag in the street. But there’s a very small, tucked away portion of my brain who is constantly, subconsciously, thinking about him. Michael Gray. Even though its months since the day he left, months since I’ve seen or heard from him, it still feels strange to walk these streets without his hand locked firmly with mine. These days I just bury my hands deep in my coat pockets, trying to distract myself from how empty they feel. And from how fucking cold it is.

I round the last corner, away from the houses and straight into the Main Street. Busy and bustling with people leaving and entering businesses, horse and cart, cars all adding to the noise. In a crowd of people, a familiar face sticks out.

Polly Gray. Standing outside of the train station. A smile falls over my face immediately upon spotting her. If there’s one woman I love like my own mother, it’s Polly Gray. When Michael and I began dating and he first brought me home to his family, Polly opened her arms to me like she’d known me her whole life. Like I was already Michael’s wife. They all did.

But when Michael left for America, he didn’t just cut of communication with me. He cut of communication with everyone. Even his own family. The only way we knew he was still alive was through the rest of the staff Shelby Limited has in America. Apart from that, Michael may as well have been dead. Or at least we were, to him. Despite this, Polly and the Shelby’s didn’t just cast me off like I was a dead weight. Like an extra person that they didn’t need the burden of hanging around. Once you’re in the Shelby family, you’re in for life. I still work at the pub for Tommy. Still come around every Sunday for roast. And I know part of it is the guilt that Polly feels for what her son did to me. To us. To our love. But I know she genuinely loves me, too.

Only a few meters away from her now, I call out to her, waving my hand.

She turns towards my voice with a smile, but the moment her eyes fall over me, it disappears.

“Isabelle, my darling…” she greets me with a smile that just doesn’t seem… right “What are you doing here?”

I furrow my brows “Well I could ask you the same thing, standing outside the train station of all places” I chuckle softly but she just gives me that same, nervous smile.

“Poll, what’s wrong?” I look around suspiciously, for someone who might be causing her to act like this “Is there someone here that shouldn’t be?” It’s a rare occasion that Polly Gray acts anything but confident and calm.

When I look back to her for an answer, she just stutters. Glancing between me and the entry to the station anxiously, she shakes her head.

“Um, now isn’t the time darling, maybe you should go-“

But before I can even figure out what on earth has got her acting this way, the answer to my question walks out of the station lobby and into the street.

Michael.

Suddenly, the obnoxiously loud street becomes muffled, everything sounds like I’m listening from underwater.

Once our eyes lock, he freezes in his tracks, like someone hit the pause button and now all either of us can do is stare at one another.

“Shit” I hear Polly hiss under her breath beside me.

6 months. 6 months of nothing. No calls. No letters. No explanation. 6 months of anticipation. Crying myself to sleep. Making myself sick with worry. Wondering if he ever loved me at all. And how he could just leave me like this. Did he feel bad at all? 6 months has all come down to this moment. And here he stands. Alive and well. A little older. A little more well dressed. And perfectly fine.

Michael.

Acutely aware of my pounding heart, my breath begins to quicken too, my chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my dress.

And if my complete shock or lack of oxygen hasn’t made me completely delusional, I begin to see the smallest hint of something in his eyes. Like a flicker of light through a crack in a concrete wall. It’s gentle. Warm. Hopeful. Is it a smile? Or… love?

“Michael, baby?” A heavily accented woman’s voice cuts through the heavy air around us like a knife.

And just as fleetingly as the look came, it is whisked away. Before I got a chance to read what he’s even thinking after seeing me, the girl he was supposed to be in love with, for the first time in 6 months, the page was ripped away.

It’s replaced by a cold, empty stare and it soon dawns on me why. The heavily accented voice calling his name belongs to someone. Arrogant and proud, she strolls out into the side walk and straight to Michael, placing a possessive hand on his shoulder.

Like watching a car accident, in which my heart is the car and every moment that follows is another piling up on top of it, I can’t look away.

She’s tall, slender, blonde. And she leans into Michael, pressing her red lips against his cheek. The cheek that I used to kiss like that. Leaving a faint lip stick stain like I used to.

My eyes lock with Michaels and again I find another hidden message behind them. Does he look… guilty?

“Baby?” The American demands, her sharp and commanding voice finally snapping us both out of our trance.

“Yes honey, sorry” Michael apologises quickly, dragging his eyes away from mine as he turns to the woman with a smile on his face.

“Well aren’t you going to introduce me?” She chuckles, with a hint of irritation behind it.

He stares at her, his mouth parted ready to speak, but no sound follows it’s lead. The woman gives him one final, warning glare and Michael swallows, turning back to Polly and I.

“This is Gina… Gina Gray”

My head shoots to Polly immediately, and she just shakes her head at me. Polly must have already known. How long has she known about this.

She doesn’t say anything but her her eyes are screaming.

‘I’m sorry’ they cry.

Gina. Gina Gray. Gray.

She’s Michael’s wife.

“Sorry, do we know you?” She asks me pointedly, right as I’m trying to understand what has unfolded in a matter of minutes. So she doesn’t know about me? Michael hasn’t told her. He never mentioned the woman he has been in love with for 4 years. Never crossed his mind? Was our love not worth a mention? Was I not worth it?

I feel Michael’s eyes burning into me as he waits for me to answer, but what am I supposed to say?

‘Oh I was just your husbands lover before he left for America, where I never heard from him in 6 months, but apparently he met you and now you’re married so I guess I’m just some jaded ex lover’

Michael never was a man of God, but I bet he’s praying to whatever God is listening right now. Praying that I don’t reveal his secret. Expose his big lie. Reveal his double life?

“This is Isabelle,” Polly’s voice pushes in very suddenly, but as she goes to continue, Michael cuts her off before she even can.

“A family friend” he interjects quickly, almost tripping over his own words with urgency.

A family friend.

If there was a moment to describe the feeling of twisting the knife once you’ve already been stabbed, this was it.

The sentence rattles around in my brain. How can he just stand there, look me in the eyes, and call me that.

Maybe if we had of broken up before he left, then he would be justified in calling me nothing but a family friend, if he doesn’t want to say I used to be his lover. His girlfriend. His person.

But I clearly remember how he made love to me the night before he left. How he kissed me at the station before he left. How we both cried and held each other, almost causing him to miss the train. And I know he remembers it too. But yet here he stands. With my heart in his hands, and clenching it tightly as he calls me nothing but a family friend.

I’m suddenly painfully aware of the silence between us all, and realise I haven’t spoken once this entire time.

“Yes, sorry” I nod quickly “I’ve known the family a long time”

“How sweet” Gina replies with a tight smile, as she looks me up and down.

A feeling of sickness washes over me the same way her eyes do. I don’t belong here. Standing like a complete fool as Michael and this woman, his wife, pretending to be someone I’m not, just as much as Michael is.

“I’ll let you guys get on your way” I shake my head “I’ve uh, I’ve got a shift to get to anyway”

Gina nods with another sickly sweet and clearly fake smile, and Michael just stands there, still watching me nervously.

“Bye Poll” I breathe at Polly who is biting her lip, doing a terrible job at hiding the distraught look on her face. I can’t even imagine what mine looks like.

I give one last nod at them all, my eyes catching Michaels for the last time as I begin to walk away. My legs feel like lead as I force myself to walk away from them, moving from the spot I felt as though I was frozen to.

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luhlust · 4 years

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Lucky Charm A Kyo Sohma Fanfiction Part 2

Author’s Note: I AM SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO UPDATE THIS SKSKKS IT HAS DEFINITELY BEEN A LONG TIME BUT HERE YOU GO.

Part 1

You crossed your arms at Kyo. “I’m going.” You stated staring deeply into his eyes. Apparently, Kyo is going out with Shigure today, where? Even he does not know which worried you even more. You don't really like getting separated from him, even if he ever labels you as bothersome (he never did though).

What if it happens to him too?

Kyo sighed, as much as he wanted to take you with him, Shigure said it was better if you didn't come. Just like you, he became accustomed to always having you tailing him wherever he go like a shadow. Kyo pat your head in attempt to calm you down.

"Stay here (y/n), I won’t be gone too long, stupid.” You melted against his touch, it always comforted you whenever he pats your head. You really did dislike the thought of Kyo leaving , clingy yes you know, but Kyo knows why you're like this more than anyone do. "Fine...please be safe Kyo.”

You grabbed his hand and he tightened his grip around yours. “You worry too much geez.” Kyo blushed, looking away making you smile.

"What are you going to do without me." He flicked your forehead before heading out with Shigure.

"Young love." Shigure teased, earning him a death glare from Kyo.

Your hands touched where Kyo had flicked you and sighed. "I wonder where Shigure is taking him? I want to go out too.” You said to yourself.

“And where would you want to go?” Yuki chuckled upon seeing how flustered you were.

You were not expecting him to show up out of nowhere, well maybe if you had your eyesight you would have. He sat down next to you, tucking some of the loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

"Don’t scare the blind Yuki.” You joked as Yuki started to brush your hair. Yuki seemed to notice how messy your hair looks.

He then offered, "May I fix your hair, (y/n)?” You nodded in response.

Yuki delicately stroke your hair, hoping it won't hurt you when he tries to get rid of the tangles. Other than Kyo, Yuki seemed to always look out for you too and you never knew why. "You know, you're kind of like my guardian angel." His eyes widened, that came out of the blue.

He then smiled as he tied your hair into a space bun. "Well, someone's got to keep an eye on you. You're troube-magnet."

"Trouble-magnet...I guess, I am one." Though Yuki never meant anything bad about it, you felt ashamed. You have always felt like a burden to the people around you especially to Kyo. Yuki seemed to have caught on your mood. "(y/n), I didn't mea-"

“Pretty...” You heard Tohru gasped.

“Oh, Honda-san, what’s wrong?” Yuki questioned as Tohru smiled bashfully. “Lunch is ready.” She tugged on her apron making Yuki give her his signature princely-smile.

"How thoughtful of you, Honda-san." Yuki grabbed on your arm to aid you to the dinning room. "I can walk Yuki." You protested in which he ignored.

The sweet aroma of freshly-cooked meal lingered around the house. Even if you can't see what is served, your other senses know whatever is laid on the platter is divine.

Your sense of tongue did not fail to support this claim. "I haven't had anything this delicious in a while." Yuki is beyond shock to see how clean the kitchen is. "Me too. This feels like heaven." You complimented Tohru as well.

"Maybe, she's not as bad as I thought she'd be." You thought while continuing on eating. "Anyways, Shigure and that stupid cat hasn't come back yet. Where could they have gone?" You looked at the the time and saw 2 hours had passed.

Your hands began to tremble, several thoughts popped in your mind. "Could he have been hurt? Accident? God, please don't let anything happe-"

"(y/n), are you okay?" Tohru's questioned, interrupting your nasty thoughts. "I'm fine. What were we talking about?" You flashed them a grin, hoping they'd get the message to change the topic. "Oh, Sohma-kun's talked about his secret base! Have you been there?"

"Secret base? Isn't that just hi-"

"Shut up!" The door opened with Kyo and Shigure arguing around the table. You heart leaped upon seeing him. "I'm through with this!" Kyo exclaimed in annoyance.

"Kyo, have you eaten?" You stood up. "I'm not fucking hungry!" He yelled at you before going up to his room. "Don't take it on (y/n)! And take your shoes off!" Shigure took of his tie and you immediately sat beside him to know what happened.

He pinched your cheek, "I just tricked him in taking a test to transfer schools. Oh, good news, you'll no longer be homeschooled as well. You will be attending to Yuki and Tohru's school now." Is your ears decieving you? You're allowed to go to school now?! You grabbed Shigure's shoulder.

"Really?! B-But why?" You were not allowed to go out in public unless Kyo is with you and it's not a long-term thing. As much as possible, Akito wanted you to stay indoors. "Akito said it would be good for you, (y/n)." You suddenly became teary-eyed.

You sniffled and tried to contain your tears as you stood up abruptly and went to Kyo.

Yuki began to be more skeptical when he heard Akito's name being brought up. "What could he be planning this time..." He looked at you doing your best to not fall of the stairs and then to Tohru eating with bliss.

Yuki would be more cautious from now on.

"I did it." You felt proud, making your way to Kyo's room. You know he's expecting you so the door was not lock so you casually opened the door, "Kyo?" Kyo was on the floor so he pulled you down. Seeing your smile, he assumed Shigure already told you about the new arrangements.

"You know?" He looked at you and you nodded. "I hate this. Why do I have to do this? It's not like going to school is going to help me." You let him complain, waiting for him to cool down his mind. "Then, you can skip school." You suggested and he gritted his teeth.

"And leave you there? Not a chance. As much as I hate crowds or public places, I don't want a certain idiot be falling on stairs or getting hit by people." You can't help but smile. "You're such a dork, Kyo." You rested your head against his shoulder.

He flinched and stammered,"S-Shut up."

Silence filled the room, not that it mattered.

It wasn't the kind of silence in which you coupd feel the tension nor awkwardness, it just felt natural. Closing your eyes, you let yourself dozed off.

Hey Kyo, I can always count on you right?

I'm sorry Kyo.

The sound of an alarm woke you up making you feel a little groggy. You were in a bed apparently making you a little confused. "Nice hair, geek." Kyo teased before helping you get up.

"Sorry for falling asleep in your room. Excuse me~"' You yawned as you continued to feel your way to the bathroom to get yourself ready for your very first day in a school. After putting on some clothes, you went to the room next to yours.

"Yuki? Can you fix my hair?" You said, excitement was evident in not only your voice but your entire persona as well. "Why of course, come, it is your first day." The prince brushed your hair and did his best to tie your hair into a bun letting a few baby hair frame your face.

"Wait, I got something that would match you." You felt him placing 2 hair pins on both side of your hair. "Perfect, you will definitely grab everyone's attention now princess." Yuki let you feel around your hair.

"As if the way I walk around is not a head turner already. Thankyou Yuki~" You hugged him, catching him off guard. He then heard your stomach growling and the both of you laughed in response.

"Let's get some breakfast, Honda-san said she has prepared it already." After going down and having your breakfast with an ever-so complaining Kyo, all four of you began to walk to school.

Your excitement grew with each step, making you a little bit more clumsy than usual and of course, Kyo annoyed you by constantly saying you're a klutz and you'll just stick your tongue out.

But alas, you really can't have everything in this world as you have learned you are not in the same class as the three.

"That can't be right!" Kyo gritted his teeth, he could almost rip their schedule in half. "Calm down, stupid cat. You're just attracting more unnecessary attention." Yuki said in deadpanned voice. Internally shaking his head and cursing he faced you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

"Don't worry (y/n), this is just temporary. I'll have a talk to the teachers about it." What Yuki said somehow did comforted you but the fear and the anxiety is still high. You clenched your first, you did not want to trouble any of them longer so you put on a big smile.

"I just got to suck this up." You thought.

"It's okay guys, you act like I'm some kind of a helpless PWD. I can manage this." The three looked at you before sighing once more. "I'll escort you to your room then. Honda-san, please go on ahead." Kyo refused. "Why are you the one to escort her?! I can escort her myself, damned rat." Yuki scoffed. "And, do you know where it is? Just step on your tail and go to class." Before the tension between the two grow more than anyone can handle, you grabbed the both with their ears.

They both yelped and pain as you released their ears.

"I'll be fine. See you when I see you Kyo and Tohru too!" Tohrus smiled. "I'll come and get you when it's lunch time, (y/n)!" You then cling on to Yuki before waving goodbye to Kyo.

You can't shake off the feeling that the two of you are being stared as you walk down the hall. "You can skip school for today you know. Or for the rest of the days until I'm able to change your room assignment." You shaked your head at his bad suggestion.

"You're going to make me have a bad reputation, prince." Yuki coughed, face red from embarrassment. Hearing you say his...alias is something else. Yuki stopped in his tracks, you were already infront of your classroom. "Do you need help to get to your seat?" He was really hesitant to leave you here when he can feel all the stares are on you. "I can manage, thankyou, Yuki. I owe you lots now!" You beamed like a child, Yuki pushed your hair away from your face out if habit.

"Have a nice day, (y/n)." He watched you take a seat somewhere at the front.

The bell rang and Yuki went on his way to his class mentally thinking, "She'll be alright."

No one knew the confused stares that you're getting had a hint of hatred.

#Yuki Sohma #kyo sohma #yuki sohma x reader #kyo sohma x reader #kyo soma #Fruits Basket #anime #fruits basket scenarios

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whatacartouchebag · 4 years

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So I recently did an AMA over on the Fair Game Effect discord server, and it was a whole mess of fun! I loved being able to get the chance to chat about the creative process that goes on behind the scenes, so I wanted to be able to share the answers with the rest of you ♥

I do tend to get kind of wordy for some of these answers, so to save your dash, find out a bit more about my writing process under the cut!

Keep in mind that there are mild SPOILERS up to the latest chapter of And The Reason Comes, if you haven’t caught up!

Question: I absolutely love the cadence of your writing, especially the slow way you unravel emotions. Was there something particular about the relationship between Qrow and Clover that you felt lends itself to this style of writing? Can you talk a bit about how you decide which emotional bits get more attention, and how you decide the depth to which you describe those emotions? That’s 2 questions, sorry.

Cart: Thankyou so much!! The biggest part of writing these two really comes from the fact that they're both adults with a lot of stuff on their plates. They've had enough experience with life along the way to know a few things here and there. They don't tend to rush into things, unless it's a good fight, and there's a lot of mutual respect for space and trust and time, so it was all about expanding on what's already there. In canon, we were always shown that there was this soft sort of trust building up between the two of them, but it was never anything in great leaps and bounds.

Qrow's shown himself not to be the sort to blindly trust without reason, and how easily that can break, so going into Reason I always kinda knew it would be a slow drag of letting him work himself out around this new force in his life. Clover himself has shown that he's this quiet but gently reassuring presence in his life, and putting them together is like a match skirting the edge of kindling. They work so well together; they recognise there's something there, so it was just a matter of letting them fall into step over the course of the fic.

As for the second question, hoo man, that's kind of a mixed bag answer! It all really depends on the brainstorming process of what plot points I want to tackle, and in what order they fall onto the page. Sometimes it's also a matter of just letting the scene play out by letting the characters say what feels 'right' at the time (which can sometimes go INCREDIBLY against what I originally had planned). There was always going to be heavier scenes versus lighter ones, so it's a bit of a balancing act to know when to let them come up for air, or when to let them linger. Not just for them, but also for the audience.

That's... probably the biggest thing I keep in mind when writing the heavier emotional scenes. It's not just the characters going through it, but whoever's reading it, too.

As to the depth part, that's... something that depends on the rhythm of what's happening. If it's a scene of heavier realisation, sometimes shorter, punchier sentences help portray that (eg: Qrow's realisation of what home is to him in the latest chapter), but other times, it takes something meatier to help feel what they're feeling (eg: that first kiss and Qrow's subsequent reaction). It's that striking-a-balance feeling again, and finding what works best for the pacing of the scene, and it's something I always have fun writing.

Question: What parts of Reason do you enjoy the most so far?

Cart: can I just say i've adored writing the whole thing jkhdfk

Man, I... really don't know how to answer this one. I've enjoyed the entire process of the fic, because it's been such a fun ride of ups and downs. I adore writing these two together, so sometimes it's the little things that really tick all my boxes.

I do get a giant kick out of writing action scenes, so the sparring match and the canyon fight with the Nevermore were pure indulgence for me to go through. I love the tender, more simple moments, like the noodle shop, or any of the time spent with the girls. Getting to see them through some heavy emotional moments, like at the lookout, or at Clover's apartment. Being able to explore some characters and have fun with them along the way; I mean, writing Winter has been an absolute blast and I never thought she'd be as fun to write as she has been.

Honestly, though, it's just a treat to be able to write a scene where Qrow is genuinely happy, because it's something that's so very rarely shown, and being able to give that to him is just so good.

Question: What is your planning process like? Reason is such a big story, how much of it was planned at the start? Did you have all the major plot points decided then, or did some big ones strike you along the way?

Cart: Kind of fifty-fifty, actually! I had a few big story beats in mind before I started putting pen to paper, but a lot of smaller, in-between scenes generally fall into place somewhat organically along the way. There were always some things that I wanted to do from the outset, for example, the sparring match, the noodle shop, Clover's breakdown, and the Nevermore fight.

Along the way, ideas will pop out of the blue while I'm doing dishes or something, or if I've been stewing about how to connect certain points. Those usually get jotted down and shuffled or reworked depending on how the story is progressing. The usual process kinda looks like this:

It's just quick little snatches of notes, but the actual scenes get WAY more fleshed out as the chapter plays out. Some things don't make the cut, depending on pacing, or if it doesn't fit the flow of where a scene goes, or if it's just going to pad out the story too much (as you can see from the last note there, it's something that never made the cut in the restaurant, but it was a fun idea to play with).

Question:

In addition to

Reason

, you also wrote a series of fics for Fair Game Week! How was writing those different than writing for something long-form like

Reason

? And which FGW was your favourite to write :)?

Cart: I actually get a real kick out of writing shorter prompts, because it really helps keep myself better in a character's head, ie seeing how they react to different situations, knowing how they'd respond to something, that sort of thing. It's a good mental break to be able to sink my teeth into something shorter, and with a concise ending, rather than a bigger, ongoing project like Reason.

As to a favourite, man, I adore Feint because getting to go over the parts and pieces of Harbinger was amazing, though I really do have a soft spot for Sinew because writing a sick floppy bird getting cared for by Clover was just fun.

Question: It’s so lovely to hear about how much you’ve enjoyed writing Reason from your answers! Have you gotten stuck on any part, and if so, how did you work through that?

Cart: Oof, I have gotten stuck quite a few times along the way. Wrapping up the restaurant scene was a big one, and definitely when Ruby, Clover and Qrow left the canyon to return to Mantle. There's an upcoming scene with Winter that I had to revisit quite a few times, because of certain subtleties in phrasings or how she was speaking very carefully with someone without either of them saying too much that would cross a line. I still find myself getting stuck with Ironwood, but mainly because I still haven't gotten his voice right in my head.

Working through them, to me, is just a matter of pushing ahead with a scene, letting characters talk to one another, or letting them get their own thoughts out, because sometimes in doing that, it helps me stumble across something that leads into another scene. Or having a goal to work towards - another scene - and just finding a different way to connect the two.

Question: What inspired you to begin writing Reason?

Cart: Honestly? It was seeing Qrow taking the first real, productive steps into healing, and finding himself working alongside this positive parallel of a person, and reacting so wonderfully to it. After Clover's introduction, it was clear that he was going to be such a healing presence to Qrow, and watching Qrow open himself up to this man little by little was something that was wonderful to see.

It was because of that I really wanted to do something with this healing process, and help the two of them connect in a more solid, in-depth manner. It's honestly why them becoming a couple took so long to come around; I wanted the focus to be on their trust and connection first, and their relationship as a couple to come afterwards.

Question: If you don’t mind me asking (feel free to ignore if this would be too spoilery!), but going forward with Reason, are you planning on including any canon scenes from the show?

Cart: It's something I've been tossing up for a while, pretty much ever since I started writing it, to be honest. It's why the fic takes place in that little handwaved time pocket between their arrival in Atlas and the elections, because it gave me enough time to play around with something if I did include canon scenes.

Going forward... I'm not too sure! If I did, then many things would certainly change, but at the current pace of things, and with the loose ending I have in mind, it might be hard to wrangle in. But hey, maybe we'll see!

Question: You navigate through a lot of different emotional beats in Reason so deftly!! Do you have any strategies you use to keep everyone in character as you write?

Cart: Thankyou! A couple of things I always try and keep in the back of my mind when writing: does this sound like something they would say in canon? And is this something that the audience is going to find enjoyable?

Obviously, the characters change a little over the course of the story, so subtle changes will be there, but for the most part, I always stick to those two loose rules when I'm putting pen to paper. As an aside, Reason wasn't actually my first foray into writing these characters! I wrote just a few simple, throwaway scenes and snatches of conversation, just to get a feel for them and their voices before I really started writing the bigger stuff.

#Fair Game #Cart writes #Reason #AMA

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