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arinbelle · 3 years

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Grateful

Nessian one-shot, smut*

A/N:Dearest the people who put up with me,

This fic...oh boy. So this is the first ever fic I ever wrote. I can’t actually remember why I never posted it, but this was the first thing I ever, ever, ever wrote, even before the multi-fic, even before all those other one-shots. This was my little experiment, guinea pig baby. Treat her kindly please. Um, yeah so this is NSFW, at least towards the end. Not crazy like the other stuff I’ve written aHem *blushes super red*, but ya know, it’s there. I think this was how I knew I was destined to write filth one day- this was my gateway.

Also, literally because I’ve promised so many fics to people and haven’t posted any of them, I’m just releasing this from my drafts because, well, she needs to go. Live her life as a post, free from the WIPs floating near her.

Enjoy? God I hope so. I didn’t proofread this cuz I wrote when I was a fetus writer and I can’t handle rereading it anymore.

Warnings: NSFW, graphic gore? depends on how your stomach is I guess

Tagging: @bookstantrash @moe8 @duskandstarlight @queenestarcheron @queenofbloodshed @vasudharaghavan @courtofjurdan @allilal @cassianscool @sjm-things @greerlunna @sayosdreams @perseusannabeth

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It was warmer tonight. Most nights in Illyria, especially this late into the season, were painfully cold. But tonight was different. Pleasanter. It might have been the warm currents coming in from the sea that surrounded the borderlands. The mountains certainly never helped add any warmth to life in the bleak war camp. Not that she saw it as bleak anymore. Muddy perhaps, when it rained so much the water could reach her knees and she would need to change out of her soaked and ruined dress. But not bleak. Not for some time.

That first month...she shuddered. That was painful for everyone involved. For Nesta, who couldn't sort through the roiling emotions that threatened to consume her very being, it was a different sort of hell she was then being subjected to. There was the anger-no- the rage, at being sent off to a war camp with a male she loathed by her younger sister. There was the sadness- it came unexpectedly one night, two weeks after she had started staying with Cassian in his home. Great waves of despair so strong she thought she would suffocate under the pressure. She didn't know she was screaming through her tears until Cassian came running in and held her close to his chest. She'd never cried out loud, barely able to make a noise in that cramped cabin with her two sisters lying snug beside her. No, Nesta had mastered the art of breaking apart in silence with her sisters peacefully sleeping next to her. She never wanted to disturb them with her pain. She still didn't. Clearly they didn't want to be disturbed either. Hence sending her away.

They never talked about that episode. Of how Nesta had trembled as sobs racked through her too thin form. Or how Cassian had just held her, enclosed her in his warm, strong wings, one hand stroking her hair and his lips briefly brushing her forehead every few minutes. She didn't know how long he held her like that, or when she fell asleep and he laid her down on the bed and tucked her in. They didn't talk about a lot of things, that was just who they were. It worked for them. Nesta had never been very good at words...well she was. Just not the ones that spoke from her heart. She was much better at throwing them out like ice shards at whoever dared to step too close. But Cassian, Cassian who reminded Nesta of fire made flesh- her ice never threw him off. If anything, it beckoned him closer.

But it was warmer today, so Nesta had decided to enjoy the climate for however long it lasted, and put it to good use. She'd journeyed the short path behind the house, once just Cassian's house, and now hers as well, to the small lake in the middle of the forest. She'd grabbed a picnic cloth to sit down on as well as some blankets in case the chill in the air returned. After she set up her spot she quickly returned to the house to retrieve the remaining necessities for the day. She put them in a basket and went on her way with her Grimoire, her talismans, her potions. She kept her witch-dagger in the other hand. Cassian had made sure it was specially crafted by an Illyrian smith who had apparently made his own sword for him when he had become Commander. Oh she had her own collection of swords and weapons to rival Cassian's, but she wasn't on her way to a match in the ring or training with him. Witchcraft was a more delicate art, albeit just as bloody at times.

She set to work quickly, pulling out her Grimoire and chanting her spells. Today was a practicing day so she had no interest in anything too dark. Simple conjurings of books from her room onto her lap, and then back to her shelf over and over had her warmed-up for more complex incantations. She conjured a pleasant wind with a twirl of her fingers and sent it skittering over the rippling water ahead of her. She grabbed her witch-dagger and sent a flame dancing along it's blade, effectively cleaning it before setting it on her own skin. Blood magic was frowned upon by even the Fae and especially the superstitious Illyrians, and for good reason. But she would not be pushing into the darker recesses of her powers today no matter how much her fingers itched to turn her spell into a hex instead. Perhap direct it at one of the camp warlords who had upset her a few days ago. It didn't bother her that he'd called her a demonic-witch and told her to stay away from the women and children of the camp. He had been irritated when she had called out his blatant unfairness in training the females in the ring. It was when he had said he didn't take orders from the bastard's whore that had her seeing red. The insult, not to her, but to Cassian had sent her hissing and she might have taken his head off right then and there, had Cassian not intervened and separated the two.

She ignored the small smile he sent her way though, the gratitude at someone standing up against the word that had been ingrained into his sense of worth for so long. Never mind that it was her who had once thrown that insult at him too. She had seen that insecurity just as he had seen all of hers, and before he could cut her, she made the first move. But Cassian was not like other people Nesta had encountered. He traded every blow of her words back with a parry of his own. If she was a viper with venom dripping down her fangs, he was a wolf, feral and always ready to bite.

Nesta used her blood to fuel a locator spell that she'd been working on perfecting for some time now. She had the idea about a month ago when Cassian had gone on a visit to another camp and had not returned back on time. She had no one to turn to in her worry and so she'd consulted the Grimoire. The spell had looked easy enough, and even though Cassian had warned her ages ago that blood magic was dangerous and only for seasoned spell-casters, she hadn't listened. It had backfired somehow, with Nesta both unable to locate Cassian, and ending up fitfully sick on the floor of the living room. She'd hurled up her guts and then blood and then nothing, dry heaving before passing out. She hadn't had enough strength to get up or move for a full day. Just as she had cleaned up the sick and gotten into the bath, Cassian had entered the house. The evidence of her spell work was gone but the scent of vomit and blood and wrongness still permeated the air and Cassian had demanded answers. She had been too close to bursting into tears, both from the ordeal she had just endured and also at the sight of him whole and unharmed. So she hadn't answered right away, sinking lower into the bathwater and closing her eyes. He waited a little longer for an answer before giving up and undressing as he sighed in resignation. She really did try not to open her eyes and look upon his beautiful and very naked body as he entered the shower. But Nesta had never been very good at inhibiting herself. And Cassian was her one weakness, though she'd seldom admit that to herself let alone him. Of course there were other ways to locate him, should her worries get the best of her. He'd told her as much when she finally admitted to him what had happened.

"Why not just use the bon-?" he'd started off and quickly cut himself off. He muttered something about starting dinner and left the room while she continued combing her hair.

The bond. That was another thing they never talked about. It was there. Nesta can't remember ever living without it. It is as much a part of her as he is, although, she supposes that is what the bond is anyways. A part of her own soul. It's stronger now than it was when a human girl had let a dangerous Fae male kiss her throat. Maybe it's always been a part of her, the Cauldron just being the final catalyst to seal it's complete emergence in her.

He was on the far side of the camp, closer to the cliffs where he trained the aerial legions in complicated spins and flips in the air. She could see it on the map she had in front of her, her blood gathered in a circle around where he was. It reminded her of another time she had used her gifts to trace what she wanted to find. Bones and stone, Amren had called it. That was a different time though. A different Nesta too. She had been afraid of so many things back then- her powers for one. She was also afraid of losing Elain in that war. Losing Feyre. Losing...him.

Now as she quickly cleaned the blood in the lake from the map and her arm, she can't imagine ever living without her powers. Because she had existed without them before. Existed and raged and thrived off of anger alone. But now, now she was living.

Nesta isn't sure how long she's been sitting there at the side of the lake, throwing spell after spell out above the water. It's a dusky pink in the sky signaling to evening time. She's creating small whirlpools in the water when she hears him. He's slow to approach behind her, stopping a few feet away from her spread.

A moment more he stands there gazing at her before silently unwrapping his weapons from his leathers and setting them down next to her talismans. He sits down behind her, leaning against an ancient oak tree, spreading out his legs on either side of her. She sneaks a glance behind her shoulder and her breath falters.

Cassian’s eyes were closed and his strong chest was gently rising in a rhythm that was so at odds with her own fluttering heartbeat. That was what he did to her though. She should count herself lucky that she was in so much more control around him now. The first few months of sharing his home with her, she was constantly flushed- a stammering, clammy, mess of a female. And damn him but he knew the effect he had on her. He relished in it, smirked at her in what she could only describe as male pride, every time she became flustered around him.

He opened his eyes suddenly and Nesta decided to act natural, rather than avert her gaze and give herself and her ogling away. Those eyes...she could lose herself in those eyes. They changed colors depending on the day, or maybe it was his mood. Sometimes they were green and flecked with amber when he sent her his heated glances, and other times a warm brown for when he sent her his honeyed words. Rarely did she see them almost black-completely predatory and vicious- for when the warlords tried his patience and brought forth ugly memories from the past. Never was that gaze ever directed at her.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased, a corner of his mouth turning up in a playful mock.

Deciding to not start in on a round of banter, she tells him the truth.

"Yes."

His eyebrows rise up in surprise. It's usually him that's brash in complimenting and flirting with her. And she's usually the one that is shocked into silence by how filthy he can get. The surprise doesn't stop him for long, because he starts forward reaching a hand out to grab the back of her hair. He tugs lightly and she's forced to look at him properly this time, angling her body towards him.

"Come here," he whispers.

She almost smiles then. She darts her eyes around conspiratorially and then dramatically whispers back. "No."

He frowns and the furrow in his brow is so shockingly adorable she laughs out loud this time, and then turns back to her spellcasting.

He sidles up behind her and splays a calloused hand across her stomach, abruptly pulling her back to his chest. She thinks about it, to continue pushing his patience or to give in. She truly wants to anyways. She settles on giving in and quits casting, lightly setting her hands on the tops of his thighs.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat in approval and the hum vibrates through his chest into her. She shivers even though Cassian's warm body is completely pressed to her back. He lowers his head and starts kissing the side of her neck, gentle at first but enough to make her eyes rolls back in her head. The hand on her stomach moves up to firmly grasp her jaw and move her head just so, providing him even more access to her neck. She'll have bruises tomorrow with the way he's going, but she can't be bothered to stop him. He loves marking her, and damn that primal Fae part of her that relishes in how territorial he can be. Finally she grows tired of the attention her neck is getting and she twists her head to capture his lips.

He tastes like pine and chestnuts and she moans into his mouth at how right this feels. She had missed him all day, and now that he is here, she never wants him to leave.

His other hand has slipped under the skirt of her dress and is inching higher and higher as the ferocity of his kisses deepen. When he strokes her core lightly through her underwear she jumps at the contact and ends up biting his lip, sending him hissing before biting her back. His tongue darts out and smooths over the small hurt before kissing her hard again. She breaks away from his lips and turns herself around to straddle him, pushing him back to lean against the tree.

She can't think clearly. Lust is fogging her mind and the heat pooling at her core is the only thing driving her movements now. She pulls at his shirt and he quickly helps her remove it. She wants to feel him, feel his heated skin against hers before they go further.

No matter how many times she's seen him shirtless, she'll never get over how breathtaking his markings are. The Illyrian tattoos that whorl around his chest, along his shoulders and his biceps, are stark against his tan skin. They seem even more pronounced in the moonlight.

It's nightfall she realizes with shock. Although it isn’t the first time she’s lost track of time in the presence of this wondrous male in front of her.

Her nails lightly scrape his tattoos as she reverently traces them slowly. She'd like to trace them with her tongue but she wants him inside of her more. He's breathing heavily, his warm breath mingling with hers, and his nostrils flare. She can scent her arousal in the air as well so he's likely already close to snapping and just taking her.

"Nesta...," he groans before crushing his lips to hers again. His fingers once again find themselves between her legs and now he wastes no time in moving aside her undergarments and pressing his fingers on her heated core. She gasps at the sensation and screams a little when he plunges a finger inside her. Her hands reach for purchase and grasp at his hair, pulling harder with each stroke he makes inside her.

When he adds a second finger and curls upward, she thinks she could die from the pleasure. When he frees her breasts from her bodice and licks around her peaked nipple, she can't hold back the incoherent moans that tumble from her mouth. She's on fire, completely wrecked from the inside and still burning. She clenches once around his fingers and he knows how close she's getting, his thumb presses and circles on her bundle of nerves. She comes with his name on her lips and her lips moving against his.

"Cass..." she whispers into his neck, still half-delirious from her high, and not fully capable of forming thoughts, let alone sentences.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" his voice is achingly sweet, as his tongue flicks out at her neck again, at that one spot that she loves so much.

She moans, again unable to form the words properly of how much she desires him. But he knows what she needs. He's quick in unbuckling his pants, the only hint at how eager he is too, even if he hasn't said much to her.

He sets her off of him gently to fully remove his clothing and she pulls her half unlaced dress off of herself. Then she's reaching for him and he catches her arms, stropping her advances.

"Wait," he chuckles, before eyeing her slyly, "...or do you want to freeze out here?"

"You can keep me warm," she coyly responds.

His barking laugh is his only response as he grabs the blankets behind them and wraps them both under and over them.

His hand circles her wrist and lightly pulls, telling her "Now you can come."

"I already did."

He raises his brows in surprise for this is twice in one night that she's thrown innuendos at him. That's his forte usually. But something about the way he's looking at her, like he could devour every inch of her, is making her tongue a little loose. Still, she relents and crawls over to him, settling herself in his lap, her arms encircling his neck. His hands rise up to hold her waist and he nuzzles his face against hers, and she realizes, she is content to just stay here with him.

Skin to skin.

No words.

Just...them.

Cassian has other ideas though and before she can protest, he's flipped them over, and his massive form looms above her. His wings unfurl and that's twice in one night that she's breathless. Dark as midnight with old and new scars littered all over them, they're beautiful and deadly and horrific and lovely. She wants to erase the scars that mar them, kiss away all his hurts, as she remembers the fact that she was there for some of those new scars. She was witness to how he was hurt and how helpless she was, forced to watch- a victim herself.

Those dark thoughts are quickly banished from her mind as Cassian sets to work on her breasts. He cups and squeezes and bites until she is writhing underneath him and her legs are squeezing together as heat pools in her down there again.

"Quit playing around," she all but snarls at him. He isn't at all bothered and just smirks at her before returning to his work. He takes his time, working his way back up her chest to her lips again, leaving more nips and markings that she'll admonish him for the next day. She can't take it anymore, the waiting, so while he's kissing her, she grabs at his hardened length and strokes. He breaks from her lips, growling harshly into into her clavicle, and then slowly, so slowly she could scream in frustration, he slides into her.

Once he is fully sheathed, he stops, and cups her cheek. His gaze is heavy and she feels out of sorts with him looking at her so intently. This isn't a look of lust. It's one of adoration and awe. It's something they don't discuss. How much they truly care about the other.

In the beginning, it was just sex. Nesta had had many lovers. So had Cassian. And they both had an appetite for it. So meaningless sex, especially when forced to live together under stressful circumstances, was almost expected. And in the beginning, it wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was rough, and needy, and hard and fast. Although Cassian took her more than once through the night to make up for how quickly they found their release in each other. But with time and with healing, it got better.

Not fixed, because it was obvious to Nesta that she'd never be fully okay with everything that had happened to her. Neither would Cassian. But they were better. It became less of a battle of wills when they clashed their tongues together, just like the swords they still sparred with out in the ring. It wasn't a fight for dominance when she rode him instead of letting him atop her. Before she knew it, he was holding her late into the night and suddenly she was staying in his bed instead of leaving right after to her own room. And she supposed they could even call it "making love" now, as opposed to the hate-fucking they'd been doing before. Except she wouldn't do that. That had too many implications and too much admittance into how deeply she truly loved him.

So she lost herself in the sensations of pleasure coursing through her while he thrust in and out of her. His pace was unmatched and she didn't have any strength in her to meet his hips upward and cant back to them. Her legs locked around his waist harder and she dug her heels harder into his backside, spurring him to go deeper.

More. More. More. That's what she wanted.

When he obliged her, her moaning was replaced with breathy gasps punctuated by each buck of his hips. He was moaning and gasping just as hard as she was, if not more. She was his undoing just as much and he was hers. He was hitting that spot deep inside of her with each pump and she could feel that she was so close.

She must have said it out loud because he locked eyes with her, his furious pace unyielding, and responded, "Then come for me, sweetheart."

And did she ever. His voice, his words, those teeth biting into her earlobe and then kissing her lips, his free hand massaging her breasts were all a deadly combination. She felt him jerk inside her and she could feel he was as close her. Her release made her see stars and say Cassian's name over and over until there was no strength left in her.

His teeth lightly grazed her jaw, still half inside of her, and she couldn't fathom how she could still want him so much, her need for him barely sated even though it was obvious she was too tired to go another round.

"I missed you today," he admitted into her neck, and the whispered truth engraved itself into her skin so much deeper than the already fading markings ever would.

She hummed in response and carded her fingers lightly through his hair, more snarled now from his training and then their...vigorous session. He looked up from his ministrations and met her eyes with a softened gaze. This wasn't the battle hardened General Commander before her. No, he had put that mask aside for her a long time ago, when she had done the same for him. This was Cassian. Just Cassian. Her Cassian. And she was Nesta. Just Nesta. His Nesta.

He shifted off of her then, and pulled her into his side, pulling the blankets around them and curling his arms around her. The chill in the air had indeed returned but Cassian's warm body chased away any cold that seeped into Nesta.

In fact, Cassian chased everything away that hurt Nesta. And for that, for him, she was grateful.

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badwolf-winchester · 3 years

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Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

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#loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki series #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki (marvel)#loki laufeyson #marvel #avengers x reader #the avengers #clint barton #tony stark #doctor strange #thor odinson #steve rogers #bucky barns #pepper potts

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miyuskye · 3 years

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Today I stumbled on old posts from people reacting to the sk8 finale. I want to make a premise and say that I also felt mixed emotions after it and I was sure that there was something wrong with it. After two months and a half I can say with certainty that the only thing that felt wrong was the lack of episode time, but oh well. Thinking back about sk8, I feel that the writers and the director did the best they could with the time they had.

I think that the main source of confusion stemmed from people misunderstanding the point of the plot. I'm putting myself also among these people because I was so sad that Tadashi forfeited his match vs Langa, but after thinking calmly about that I realized that I just wanted to see Tadashi skate because I am this whipped for him XD and, in reality, even if he had a match with Langa, it would have probably ended the same way -- with Tadashi forfeiting the race midway and letting Langa win (since it's hinted that he's a skating god and Langa beat Adam because he was lucky). This is coherent with the small number of available episodes and Tadashi's arc.

Back to the general public confusion. I'm sure a lot of people were blinded by Renga and totally missed the point the staff wanted to make. It was confirmed in an interview that "sk8 is the story of Adam's search for his Eve", whatever this means (it could be Adam finding his Eve in either Tadashi or Langa, i.e. finding his Eve through the concept that skating is fun). The point is that the focus is on Adam and always has been on Adam. The fandom gave into a collective thinking that Adam was a pedophile and an abuser, but that's clearly not how the staff wanted to portray him. He is obsessed with Langa because he finds in him a worthy and, most importantly, equal partner, he adores Langa and given how loudly he expresses his feelings (i.e. painting a pierced heart over red chrysanthemum to shout out his feelings for Tadashi) his attitude toward him is just the embodiment of that. He isn't interested in Langa because of the power imbalance between them (again, he sees Langa as his equal); he just doesn't want to be alone.

And, yes, the final episodes clearly fit into the narrative of "skating should be fun" because Langa understands (through Reki) that skating with friends is fun and makes Adam remember that (meanwhile he realizes that Tadashi, his friend, was by his side all of this time). Langa, at the beginning, thought that skating was all about the thrill and the adrenaline. He didn't understand that it was fun and amazing to do it with friends/ the people you care about (paralleling to how he didn't realize why he stopped snowboarding when his father died). That's why from ep 7 to 10 he doesn't feel anything. It's because it was all about being with someone you care about, both in skating and snowboarding. He understands that through his relationship with Reki, but my point (and prolly the point a lot of people missed) is that it's general and it doesn't limit itself to Reki and Reki only. I don't want to invalidate Renga, of course not, I like the pairing and the ending makes it clear that Langa's happiness is skating with Reki especially. But the fun experience that comes from skating is a general thing and him going against Adam is just a consequence of that. He wants to make Adam understand that you should have fun while skating, and he wants to have fun with him because he admires him. He was never scared of Adam, and he generally looked pretty chill even when he smashed Cherry with his board. The only thing that mattered to him before his race against Adam was 'why did he start skating?' and 'he looks like he's not having fun' instead of 'i'm going to make this guy pay for his imaginary crimes with my board'. It was like a argument but between friends, the one that gets you in a fight (idk like Rin taking Haru by his collar in Free lmao) because you both want to stand your ground but still care about the other. Also, Utsumi also confirmed that she wanted them to fight with fists in the last ep XD

So, yeah, sk8's ending falls perfectly in the 'skating should be fun' trope. Moving on, let's talk about Kamata. She's, once again, a target for the fandom collective hysteria and she became like this because they projected their hate for Adam into her. Or into Tadashi sometimes, again completely missing the point that the show is about Adam. A lot of people wanted the police to raid S, but that couldn't be realistically attainable because Adam made sure to take off S from the patrol route again and I'm p sure he took additional measures so it wasn't believable for those measures to be shattered in less than a week (when S has been up and running for 7 years). Let's pretend she somehow managed to search Shindo's house. What would she have found? Nothing accusing Adam of Takano's crime. I understand that Takano's crime wasn't very well detailed but I'm thinking that it was something on the line of being bribed to making a certain kind of contract (when he talks about receiving illegal fundings it's the only thing that came to mind). And, on another note, Adam was the one leaking info to the police in the first place XD first, because he wanted to raise to the top of his party (and just standing in Takano's shade isn't his way to roll) and he wanted to have a leverage on the police, so that he could use that leverage to hide his borderline illegal skateboarding races. But they are two different crimes. Kamata wouldn't have found anything useful for the Takano investigation and, even if she managed to find proofs of S (and that's a big if because I'm sure that Adam and Tadashi go out of their way to hide the S screens also from aunties and the household staff), what can she do with those? They're not related to the investigation at hand and can't be used in that specific trial (which is about Takano receiving illegal fundings). A new trial should have been made and Adam wouldn't surely go to prison in one day XD furthermore, it's clear that Kamata belonged to a subplot and that she was a supporting character. She was never meant to be something more than that. I have a long history of elevating supporting character to something they're clearly not so I'm used not to feel 'betrayed' when this doesn't happen, but probably other people don't.

I don't know if I want to talk about Tadaai AGAIN because I feel like we said plenty about them. TL;DR the relationship is not abusive so the point doesn't stand. Tadashi has agency, and chooses to stay by Adam's side because he wants to (and not because he has... Stockholm syndrome... I cringed while writing that XD)

The last point should be the fact that people felt betrayed that Renga wasn't more canon. which I think stemmed from the fact that Utsumi can't decide what to ship XD she had the same problem in Free because she was torn between MakoHaru and RinHaru, but here?? I'm so sure she ships Renga and Tadaai but she definitely likes Eden too. (She wouldn't have had a whole ass theme song for them if she didn't 😊) and so she couldn't decide what route to take and she ended up taking all of them. Bless her, i love a multi shipping queen 🙏

On this note, I saw also some posts about Adam being a homophobic example of queer villain except for the fact that he's not. The authors have made it clear that they love him to no ends. He's not supposed to be Evil and Unredeemable. I don't know why people are so bent on labelling him with things he's not. My roommate told me that he gave off the creepy vibe at the beginning but she confirmed me that after ep 4 it's clear that he's not meant to be dangerous like the other villains he's compared to. I don't personally like people comparing Adam to Hisoka, for example, because I feel that there are very different intentions behind them. Also, I have a feeling people have never watched a media representation of actual grooming (or something that is closely related to this). There's no grooming in sk8. There are fanfics when people describe Adam this way (and while it's interesting to read them, I feel that he's/very/ OOC there), but he's not like this in the original canon.

Thank you for reading this 🙏

#sk8 the infinity #ainosuke shindo #sk8 adam #edenshipping #tadaai #shindo ainosuke #i also find absurd that there are tw and cw for adam like idk #touch some grass

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thepigeonsopinion · 3 years

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So, "Hack San" was released...

The episode "Hack San" has finally been released and here I am now, about to go on and on about the episode :) But first let's do a small summary or synopsis of the episode!

Warning: Spoilers to the episode "Hack San"

Summary:

The episode starts off with Marinette trying to make up excuses to stay in Paris/home, instead of going to London to visit her Aunt. So far, all of her attempts have been failures. Marinette then has no choice but to leave Paris with her family. Meanwhile, Gabriel or Shadowmoth creates a new sentimonster with the name of Hack San, which is a virus that allows for Markov to be vulnerable to an akuma. Then, Marinette contacts Alya to meet her at the train station before she is to leave. Marinette gives Alya the Ladybug miraculous trusting her to protect Paris while she is gone. Alya has a chat with the kwami's, Tikki and Trixx, in which they tell her the ups and downs of being the holder of the Ladybug miraculous and the guardian of the miracle box. Alya returns to the park that she was hanging out at before Marinette contacted her. At the park, Alya starts to fuss over everyone's emotions, mainly if they are feeling any negative emotions. Meanwhile, Markov is effected by the virus and is akumatized by Shadowmoth and becomes Robustus. Robustus then (through the internet) takes control of people and orders them to give him their most prized possessions. While on the train, Marinette's parents are affected by Robustus, which leads to Marinette being captured by Robustus. It is then Alya's responsibility to protect Paris. Alya transforms into her version of Ladybug, and while she is trying to find her new super hero name she is met with Chat Noir. Chat Noir does not immediately trusts the new super heroine and suspects they are the villain. However, this distrust is cut short because of the akuma Robustus still being at large. Robustus orders everyone to capture Ladybug and Chat Noir. The super heroes hear a person crying for help and while Chat Noir is at first suspicious, Alya heads straight to where the civilian's voice was heard. This turns out to be a trap and the super heroes are forced to run into a building where they are also trapped by Robustus. Alya summons her Lucky Charm to aid her in this situation. Alya or Scarabella receives a frying pan. This leads her to think of a plan to manipulate Robustus to release the people's possessions in exchange for both her and Chat Noir. Robustus agrees to this and releases all of the objects and among those objects is Marinette who catches on quickly to the plan and uses the frying pan to release the akuma. The super heroes are released as well and Alya uses her Miraculous Ladybug. And as always, Paris is saved once again. A few days later, Marinette and her family are back from her trip and Alya suggest Marinette/Ladybug go talk to Chat Noir, and she does. Ladybug and Chat Noir have a talk about how someone knows about Ladybug's secret identity and Chat's new found fear that Ladybug might not be there anymore, in which Ladybug gives him the reassurance that she won't be going anywhere. And, the episode ends.

Yay! Another very detailed and unnecessary summary of the episode! Welp! It's too late now. :|

Anyway! Now onto my opinion or thoughts on the episode!

(Also I'm re-watching the episode as I do this so this might have some unnecessary details. Anyway, carry on!)

First things first the, I know that Marinette is trying to get out of going to London and staying in Paris, but I swear her excuses are getting weaker. I swear she had better excuses in the earlier seasons or is it just me? Not to mention, since Marinette is so desperate to stay in Paris she purposefully trips down the stairs. Damn the dedication and I mean, I know that Marinette needs to stay in Paris just in case, but she has left Paris like three times now, you would think that she would have a backup plan if anything happened in Paris when she wasn't there (and I'll talk about one of her solutions later on *cough cough Scarabella cough cough*). Also, Tom's desperation and persistence for Marinette to come on the trip is kinda amusing. And the not so subtle jabs at the aunt :0

Moving on! Ummm Nooroo and Dusuu you know that Gabriel is RIGHT there right? I mean he could probably hear what your saying. Also, Gabriel are you just deaf or did you not just hear what they said? Because their right behind you. When Shadowmoth made Hack San, was the weird "Haah" sound really necessary? Also, why does the virus, USB thingy low key look like Nino's shirt logo. Are they somehow connected? Or did they just run out of ideas for the design? (Not me being salty over a sentimonsters design) Why the fuck is this robot doing like three things at the same time? I know that he's a robot, but come on.

Hmmmm. No other option you say? What about bringing the Horse miraculous with you like in Startrain? Or use the cosmic suits that can legit let you fly around the world? Come on, let's be honest here giving Alya the Ladybug miraclulous wasn't the ONLY option. Claps to Alya for doing a fake doubting act, but in reality just trying to think of a new superhero name. You almost got me there Astruc, you almost made me thought that Alya had her doubts about taking over for Marinette, but in reality is just super excited to take over. Props to you my dude, props! Also, I'm not going to lie Alya all of your name ideas are kinda weak, I mean the fandom has better name ideas than you do, but then again that is to be expected. Props to the kwamis for putting all the pressure that Marinette has on her back and transferring it to Alya. Thank you for making Alya aware of all the pressure Marinette's under. Even if Alya's probably not going to bring it up and probably will just brush it off. Yes, Alya just keep telling your self that this weekend is going to be totally chill. Not to mention, Tikki being more supportive to Alya than to Marinette, whaaaaaaaaaaa- :0. Alya you just told yourself that this weekend was going to be chill why the heck are you making your life harder for yourself. To be honest, if your acting like this already you deserve whatever is coming for you. Marinette, honey, why the fuck do you need to right down 675 tips for Alya? I mean I get 33 tips even 40, but 675, really? Not to mention, the tip about laughing at Chat Noir's jokes even if they aren't funny just to make him happy, why the fuck do you need to keep him happy he could be mad, upset, or sad and I wouldn't give a fuck :p.

I will say this again, how the fuck does a multi-intelligent robot that is connected the world wide web, that is also doing at least 4 things at the same time get tempted and corrupted by a virus by clicking on a cute kitty cat ad. HOW!?! EXPLAIN THAT TO ME!?!

Okay, so remember when we thought we were actually going to get a canon Marcenial moment. Hahaha welp Astruc you've done it again you have crushed our shipping dreams again. I hope your proud of yourself. Also, the most precious possession to Marc is his and Nathaniel's manga/comic, really?

Damn the amount of times this girl makes us and Trixx second guess that she's doubting herself, like she's done it three times now. Not to mention, why is her ladybug suit more detailed than Marinette's hmmm? I mean, don't get me wrong I like the design, but why can't Marinette have a detailed suit like this? Also why is Alya acting like The Owl? *Hoot Hoot!* I also just realised that the kwamis are a bit territorial, well not Tikki, but Plagg and Trixx have proven themselves to be a bit territorial of their holders.

I love Chat Noir's distrust to Alya as Ladybug because this shows a different side of Chat Noir that Paris doesn't see, but does Alya see this and realize how much of a ass he is? Nope. Also, not going to lie, his distrust kinda amuses me. Carrying on! Chat Noir, I can hear the toxic jealousy from here my dude, you might want to tone it down a bit, you've got a audience here you know. You know, I was expecting him to say his most prized possession was Ladybug, or even his kwami, Plagg, but I wasn't expecting him to say croquettes. OMG! GUYS! IT'S HAPPENING! CHAT IS FINALLY BEING CAUTIOUS FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF IMMEDIATELY JUMPING INTO TROUBLE!!! Also, Chat Noir being responsible whaaaaaaa- :0. Ummm, why the fuck did they just run into a building, when they legit could've jumped out of that mess, like seriously why isn't anyone using their head today?

Moving on! Why the heck is most of this episode just Alya trying to think of a super hero name like seriously, I know it's supposed to be some kinda of gag, but it's starting to get a bit annoying. Chat Noir being supportive to Alya: *slow clap*. When Alya's whole plan is to just to leave everything up to Marinette, Me: Wow! I TOtAlLy didn't see that coming! Hehehe Chat Noir with a pot over his head. You know, I thought upset Chat Noir was enough for this episode, but now we get sad Chat Noir and Ladybug reassuring him, just wow, you have out done yourself Astruc.

AND! That's that end of the episode! So all in all, this episode wasn't that bad? But it wasn't my favorite (maybe one of my least favorite tbh :0) Mainly, because of the appearance of Scarabella and ladybug catering to Chat Noir needs. This is probably mainly because I'm a bit biased, but in my opinion and I will repeat in MY OPINION I don't think Alya really deserves to get the miraculous. I mean yeah, Marinette has given her trust to her and has told her that she is Ladybug, but has she really done anything to show that she deserves that trust. If I'm being honest she has shown more reasons for Marinette not to trust her. One of the reasons being that Alya doesn't fully trust Marinette herself, and the other being that she disobeyed Marinette by telling Nino that she is still Rena Rouge and not telling her that she did so.

Anyway! Those are most of my thought's on this episode. This has been a loooong week for me with the addition of school now. So expect me to be posting more on the weekends than on weekdays.

Anywho! I hope everyone has a great rest of their day. And always remember...

But that's just my opinion (・ε・)

(This week has been soooo tiring and with the edition of this episode and a sneak peek of a new episode coming up, I know it's only beginning. *smiles through the pain :)*)

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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MTC with a brazilian fem s/o who is always mixing japanese with portuguese mostly with words or exprexions that don't have a translation (like "cafuné", "e é e?", etc) and sometimes sings/listen brazilian musics (seu jorge, ragatanga, and others classics, mostly samba or sertanejo/country or funk pesadão) and refuse to translate this songs to them just because, pretty please? Kisses from Brazil, i love your blog 💕💕💕(sorry for the english, i'm still learning)

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Pairing: Samatoki Aohitsugi x Reader; Juto Iruma x Reader; Riou Busujima x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Your English is great, no worries! I don’t know too much about Portuguese, or Brazillian culture, but you’ve inspired me to listen to some samba music, and I like it a lot so thank you for that! Hope you enjoy this one~

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Samatoki Aohitsugi:

The first time Samatoki hears you speaking rapidly in Portuguese to your family over the phone, he’s in awe

he would be super annoyed at the beginning whenever you would start speaking Portuguese and never translate it for him

he would think that you were talking about him or that saying things you didn’t want him to know

once you reassure him that it’s just habit for you to switch back and forth between Japanese and your mother tongue, he’s going to be much more chill about it though

he’ll poke fun at you whenever you mix up the two languages, but he’ll make sure you know it’s playful teasing and that he thinks it’s impressive you’re multi-lingual

he might even ask you to teach him a phrase or two as well

whenever you use a phrase that he doesn’t understand, and you tell him there’s no direct translation, he’s going to be moody until you either explain it to him or make him happy with kisses

he doesn’t mind when you play your music really loudly, but as soon as you start dancing along with it, he’s yelling at you to stop with a huge blush on his face

it’s not because he doesn’t like the music, but instead he gets distracted by you whenever you dance

if you beg him to dance and sing along to the songs with you, he’s going to refuse...unless he’s got a couple of drinks inside him, then he’s all smiles and ready to join along with you

if you want to play your music really loudly in his yakuza hideout, he’s going to complain, but he’s not going to stop you

whenever any of the people that work for him drop by, they always comment on the music and Samatoki just glares at them, asking if there’s going to be a problem

there never is

Juto Iruma:

Juto thinks it’s incredibly sexy that you can speak multiple languages

he loves hearing you speak Portuguese, especially when you throw in some Japanese as well

he’s heard you meld the two languages together so often that he’s actually picked up quite a few phrases himself

Juto is quite observant, so even if you can’t translate a phrase or a song, he’s going to be good at piecing together the words he does know

when he can’t figure it out though, he’s going to get frustrated until you explain it somewhat to him

if you teasingly tell him you can’t translate it for him, be prepared for a moody silent treatment from him

he’s fairly cultured, so whenever you dance along to any of your favorite Brazillian music, he’s immediately asking you the song and artist’s name

I also headcanon that he’s a decent dancer so if you’re ever dancing to Ragatanga and want to show him how, he’s more than happy to learn

you could try to teach Juto more intricate dances though, just to watch him fail at something, but be prepared because he’s going to end up being really good, really quickly

he might decline at first, just so he can sit back and watch you dance but eventually he will learn the dance

he’s going to find the expressions you use to be very interesting and will ask you what each of them mean

don’t be surprised if he’s working from home one day and you hear him use one of the expressions himself

likewise, if you continue to play your music enough around him, I firmly believe that he’s the type to pick it up and start listening to it himself

you find this incredibly endearing because he doesn’t really understand the words themselves, but he still enjoys listening to the music

Juto is defintiely the kind of person to pick up on things pretty quickly and this is no exception

Riou Busujima:

I headcanon that Riou can also speak multiple languages, so he understands your tendency to mix the two together

he thinks it’s fascinating that you can speak Portuguese and would be more than happy to sit there for hours just listening to you speak

unlike the others, Riou isn’t really bothered when you don’t translate things for him

he understands that languages can be tricky and sometimes there aren’t any direct translations for things, so he’ll just nod and say okay

if you teasing say that you won’t translate something for him, though, he’s pulling you into his arms and tickling you until you give him the translations

he’ll definitely ask you to teach him a couple of phrases so that he could talk to you in your own language

and also so that the two of you can have secret conversations when you’re out together in public

definitely the type to buy a ‘how to speak Portuguese’ book just so that you have someone else to talk to in your native language

he’s actively going to work to perfect his Portuguese accent so that it sounds more accurate

Riou loves all of the music that you play and he thinks the songs are so upbeat and fun

whenever he comes home and you have the music on loud, no matter how bad his day was, he’s already feeling a little bit better

he’s not the best dancer, so if you pull him in to dance with you, it’s difficult for him to follow along, but he definitely loves to try

most of the time he just listens to you sing along with stars in his eyes

when he asks you to translate it and you don’t, he’s going to get a little sad, but he won’t be too upset by it

instead he’ll learn the lyrics himself so that he can sing along with you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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charlenetung · 3 years

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2021.09.24 YOUNTH

Hi there it’s been a long time, typing down these words and making nonsense.

Listening to cloud Monet, pretending to be all artistic I guess this is where I want to be.

I can hear the cough and TV sound from the other room of the person I’m staying with, you see how I can be multi tasking haha

Oh life is such an irony.

Currently dating a boy who is from Texas, and he is the most humorous guy I have met, suits me well cuz of my laziness.

Not many words or vocabularies I can write down due to the busy work and laziness that I haven’t been reading much.

Line and words are just moments of strength of my fingers that press down to my computer key board, again trying to think I’m on an old typer.

Where should I begin my past now? Haha just a few things to share, I am not doing well, or I would say being lazy in life.

Boy and I rescued a kity.... Youtube commercial just came in so I had to stop my typing. KITTY, yes we rescued right after my dog Choco passed away. I haven’t really talked about this here, but yeah... He passed away in May, he didn’t get a chance to spend his 17th birthday with us, and I miss him so much.

I really miss him a lot, I was working at CAGES that time, hanging out with friends and living in the city, sharing a house with 6 people. Choco was one of them that made me so happy.... I miss him so much, I miss you Choco...

Choco, 16 years of friendship that is wild and warm but cold at last. I guess this is what life is, you find a friend and you lose them. You find a love one and you make so many good memories and they leave in bad/good ways.

It was a holiday he passed away.

Moved back to my mom’s place in QINGPU SH, worked at a new place then left after 4 months for some bullshit reason. Sorry for saying things so RUDE but true, it’s SHRIMP!

I don’t really like typing down the worse of my life but I don’t know why I feel like I have lost my path and my dreams in someway, stage by stage...

A dream of being a famous Holly Wood actor to now, life sucks.

Vape and breathing in smoke in my lungs, is this a bad habit or part of growing up?

I assume to be a good and happy girl all the time but I am sad NOW, I want to let you know I am not ok. I am not ok.....

I wish I could do more and be more cuz I see all the famous people on-line and I want to be like them I want to be famous and be glam so I have money and a car a house a grande casa...

It’s funny that I am saying what I want cuz I want them in my dreams, and I dream so much with music... I want people to feel the same way as I do and I wish that my life can be broadcast everywhere and I can be seen in some way, but the thing is I feel like I am not doing any thing to make that happen and It sucks....It’s depressing to see the people who I care a lot beside me and I just wanna say “ I don’t care about your life, let me focus on myself just for once! Go away!!” Can we even do that nowadays? Just I don’t give a fu** about your feelings I just want everything for ME.

Where should I spend my YOUTH on? MYSELF OR OTHERS? Is there a balanced place? To be honest I don’t believe that middle ground excists, I know I’m being a little dark here but it’s the truth... Why can’t people be more true to themselves and to others?

Sparkles in across the building when I look out of the window, I am not happy NOW.

I should read more.

I’m in a bubble where I’m about to burst but elegantly floating in the sky and under water....

Anyways... I’m not busy at work now nor I am growing, I shall rest but not too long... True relaxation can then bring true beauty from ones person.

Focusing on myself is a good start, not with my talents or with my knowledge, it’s with my inner peace and do the heck what I want with no pressure. Will that take me to where I want or to another direction?’

Another holiday is coming, boy and I traveling to Beijing.

I’m gonna f*** hard

Feels good to be free

I really do appreciate people who makes chill out music, It just brings me to a place where it’s so quit and peace where it belongs to just where I am suppose to be.

What’s my next step?

Let’s keep things simple shall we?

I have changed, I miss my passed away dog, I have learned some truth, I have been lazy, I have been sad, I have been happy and I will take things one day at a time.

Truly saying Hi to you, my pass my history my friend myself.

What will the future be like? I want to see those technologies from the movies that boy and I have watched. Sci-fi, cyber punk world and all those crazy scenes from the movie.

Dune is coming out. I am so excited, Timothee is truly my love fever.

Will i someday be someone’s fever?

chapter by chapter of my 26 years, where am I now?

#real life #timothee chalamet

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carolbivers · 4 years

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"I'm so fucking happy you're okay meuf!!" Jo says as she arrives with Max and Sekou at the hippodrome. She jumps up and hugs Lola, clinging on to her for way to long. For the past hour it was just lola, Elliot and the gang there, preparing everything for the movie showing, but now other people had started to show up, including the girl gang, some of elliot's college friends (Elliot actually had friends! Lola never doubted it. How could he not?) and, of course, lamif.

Lola was very happy to see the three of them and she couldn't stop smiling. After Jo finally let go she spotted Elliot and jumped on to him as well, as Max smiled at Lola shyly and gave her a warm hug. "It's so good to see you", he said. "I really hope you're doing better". Lola smiled and they let go and she gave him a smile as it was Sekou's turn for a hug. Jo let go of Elliot and started blabbing about him and his movie and that Friday and how excited she was to work with him, without noticing behind her that Arthur, Basile and Yann were staring at this weird girl that was obviously obsessed with Elliot, while Lucas was standing next to them laughing and exchanging looks with Elliot, who was laughing too.

"What the fuck is happening, man?" Yann asked Lucas and the other too looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Elliot has a fan!" Lucas said happily. "She's a friend of Lola's. I think they met threw the urbex thing".

"Oh, that's right!" Bas said. "Daphne told me something about that too! So she's a friend of Maya as well?"

"Wait.. Who is Maya? What is the urbex thing?" Asked a very confused Arthur. "Gosh, I feel like I've missed everything because of the fucking bac!"

They laughed. "It's okay man! It's all over now and we get to chill." said Yann and put an arm around Lucas and Arthur that were sitting next to him on each side.

"Exactly! And now, that you're gonna be an amazing and brilliant graphic designer, everything will be amazing and we'll never miss a thing again!" Baz said and hugged Arthur.

Elliot walked towards the gang with Jo still babbling walking behind him and Max, Sekou and Lola, laughing while following them.

"So!" said Elliot, excited. "Max, Sekou, Jo, this is Yann, Arthur, Baz, and Lucas, my boyfriend. Guys, these are the kids that helped me with the filming-"

Elliot wasnt able to finish his sentence as Jo's screaming interrupted him.

"LUCAS!!" she screamed and jumped on him, hugging him very tight. "You have no idea how much I've heard about you!! You're, like, a legend! I was really jealous of you in the beginning, but after Elliott's stories I love you!" she said and continued talking while the rest of them laughed. Baz got up and looked at Sekou and Max, with his weird fake strict look.

" So, mecs! You are friends of Lola, right?" he said, as the other two nodded. "Well, you know who I am, right?" he asked, and they shook their heads. "What??" he said, disappointed. "Well, I'm like, Lola's official older brother. I'm dating her sister, you see. Ah, look there", he pointed, " the beautiful one with the long, blonde hair. So, if you ever mess with Lola.." he looked at them seriously, "I probably can't take you, let's be real, but look at my gang over here, we are ninjas and we'll find you!! Check de gang, mecs!" He said and the gang ignored him. Lola laughed and she though Basil's and Jo would be so much fun as friends. " Thanks, big bro" she said jokingly and Baz looked at her with so much love in his eyes that he immediately needed a hug, even though he waited for Lola to nod a yes. They hugged tightly, and when they let go Basile almost had literal tears in his eyes.

After that, Lola let the gang and la mif mix and walked towards her sister, who was chatting with her friends.

"Salut!" Lola said. "How are you girls?"

"oh, meuf, we were just talking about how Manon and Charles broke up!" Emma said.

"Emma! You can't tell this to everyone! It literally just happened!" Alexia said.

"it's okay, it's okay!" Manon interrupted. "It was a long time coming. Like, a long,long time. I tried to ignore all the shitty things that he said or did, because I was so in love with him. But in the end, it wasn't worth it. The love faded away and his true colours were just more and more obvious. And I completely lost sight of who I am all this time. He literally stands for everything I hate. I thought that I was in the wrong for so long, that I had my standards too high, but I just couldn't do it anymore. So I'm actually really relieved, and really happy". She smiled.

"that's great, Manon." Emma said. "I mean, sad, but great. You should just be happy.

"Yeah! And if he doesn't make you happy, then fuck him! I never liked him anyway", Imane said.

"Anyway, can we talk about you trip to Morocco?' said Manon to Imane. "Are you excited?"

"So excited! I can't wait" Imane said and smiled at Sofianne who was looking at her from a few meters away.

"Can we also talk about Alexia?" Daphne said. "Our brilliant, multi talented girl! Lola, did you know she is taking a gap year, travelling the world, because the girl is too good at too many things to decide right now what she wants to do?"

Alexia smiled and blushed a little. "Oh, stop it!"

"No, girl, that's really cool!" Lola said. "Are you traveling alone?"

"Yeah, mostly. I just really need to see other cultures and places, meet new people, you know? Get inspired. Emma, who is also kinda lost, though in a different way, is gonna come to a couple of places with me, and these other ones are gonna visit some times, and Arthur will probably come to a place or to at some point. He also wants to travel."

"oh, Arthur? Didn't you guys use to date?" Lola asked.

Alexia smiled. "Yes, and it ended in a disaster. Honestly, I'll always love him, you know? Even if it is just as a friend. But who knows? Maybe everyone deserves a second chance. But also, how cool would it be if I got myself an international girlfriend?" The girls laughed and Daphne pulled Lola aside to talk.

"How are you doing today?" she asked Lola.

"Better", she replied. "Taking it slow, you know? I actually cannot wait to meet my new therapist, which is weird for me. But I think I'm ready. Ready to talk. Ready to take all the help I can get."

Daphne smiled. "I'm really proud of you, Lola."

"that's bullshit. You have nothing to be proud. All I have done so far is create problems. With you, with Maya, with Lucas, with Elliot.. I literally run away, like, a few days ago".

"Yeah, but did you see anyone mad at you? Nobody is mad at you, Lola. Sure, you have done some things that weren't great. But youve apologised and we understand. It's okay. We're all here for you. You know I'm not perfect either. But as long as you're staying strong, I'll stay strong."

"You are the strongest person I've ever met".

"I'm not that strong. But having you helps a lot. And I also wanted to tell you something else. I finally went to the therapist."

"That's great! That's amazing! Daphne, I'm so happy for you."

"thanks. It was hard, I'm not going to lie. But I had to. I've been avoiding this for way too long. And just having Basile cook for me is not enough", she said and laughed. Lola looked at her lovingly and she hugged her tight. "I love you", she whispered.

"I love you too, Lola" Daphne whispered back.

That's when Daphne spotted Maya coming through in crowd and let go of Lola. Lola followed Daphne's eyes and she saw Maya. Her heart started beating a little faster and her face was covered in a smile she couldn't hide.

"Go to her", said Daphne.

Lola smiled at her sister and walked towards her girlfriend.

"Salut!" said Maya, smiling.

"Thanks for coming", said Lola, and she wrapped her hands behind Maya's neck, kissing her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Maya said smiling, after they let go. "Your cinematic debut! You're gonna be a huge star one day!"

Lola laughed and kept looking at her.

"Listen, Maya. I know we didn't get to talk that much the other day because you were working, but I just want you to know that I don't want you to ever be with me because you feel sorry for me or whatever. And also I just want you to know that I know that I've hurt you, and I'm really, really sorry for everything. But I'm trying, and I'm gonna try even harder to be better, to do better. But I'm not always going to be perfect. There's probably gonna be times that I slip up, and that I fuck up, and I'm gonna be shit again and I could hurt you again. It's never my intention to do so, but I don't know if I can always control it. So I want to apologise in advance, and I just want to say that, if you can't stay with me during the bad times, it's totally understandable! But maybe we shouldn't do this at all, then".

Maya looked lovingly at Lola, the girl she had a crush on the fucking day she first met her. She smiled.

"You know, mon amour, I know some things about these stuff. I understand. And even if I don't understand everything, I would love for you to explain things for me, only if you want. And I've fucked up too, I shouldn't have ghosted you, I shouldn't have been with Char and I shouldn't have left that day you broke up with me since you clearly weren't okay. And I'm not with you because I feel sorry for you! I'm with you because I'm in love with you. Fuck, I'm crazy for you. I fell in love with you the second I saw you walking down those stairs that day we met, and I just kept falling more and more ever since. And I promise, I'm not gonna leave you when things go wrong. I swear. No matter how bad they get. Unless you,like, cheat on me or something". She laughed.

Lola laughed too. "You don't have to worry about that. I could never even look at anybody else when I'm with you".

They both smiled at each other.

"So we're good?"asked Maya.

"Yes. We're good" Lola said and Maya hugged her.

Elliot and Lucas where looking at the girls from a distance, smiling. Elliot was feeling so unbelievably proud.

"Did you do this? Did you get them back together?" Lucas asked.

"No! No no no" Elliot answered. "Okay, maybe I helped a little" he continued, smiling happily.

Lucas smiled and stepped on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Elliots neck and kiss him on the cheek.

"You know, I'm really proud of you", he said.

Elliot blushed. "Oh, come on! What did I do?'

"Are you serious? You wrote a movie, you filmed it, you directed it, you star in it, you have your first ever official showing tonight! As if that's not enought for me to be proud of?"

"Okay, I guess that's true", he answered smiling. Then his smile got smaller. "But I disappointed you last week".

Lucas stopped smiling as well. "I'm not disappointed, my love. You could never disappoint me. I knew from the beginning that things like that could happen. And you didn't do anything that bad! I'm not disappointed in you. I'm not mad at you. I was just, really, really worried. And scared. But it turned out that you were okay, so I'm okay. Do I wish you wouldn't have gotten drunk? Of course. Do I wish you hadn't attack that security guy? Of course. Do I wish you would have called me before everything happened so I would at least have known about it? Also of course. But it happened. I was just mad at Lola, but I'm not anymore. She apologized and she knows she shouldn't have treated you that way. And she was in a really bad place. But she also can't be held responsible for your actions, only for hers. And you are the one that should or should not be mad at her."

Elliot sighed. "Well, I'm still sorry, Lucas. I hate worrying you, especially in the middle of your bac. And it's not all her fault. I was just insecure and she stepped on those insecurities. It just... sucks to be different sometimes, you know? It sucks to feel like people expect me to fuck up, all the time. It sucks to feel like I'm nothing more than my mental illness, you know?"

Lucas took his hand. "You know that I don't see you that way, right? You are not your mental illness to me, Elliot."

"I know, and I'm sorry that I doubted you in that moment. I'm really lucky that I have you in my life" he said and Lucas smiled and kissed him.

"I'm also and yet again really sorry that I didn't tell you about urbex earlier" Elliot mumbled after the kiss.

Lucas laughed. "Okay, I was mad about that. But Im over it know. Just, don't lie to me again, like, ever. Okay?"

"I promise", Elliot replied, and they kissed again.

Everyone was dancing and talking and laughing and Elliot was so happy when he saw Idriss and his friends walk in. They hugged and laughed and chatted. Everyone greeted them and Imane and Lucas found themselves alone together.

"So, is everything well?" Imane asked.

Lucas sighed. "Yes, now, everything is fine. Finally. Chill. No bac, no more angsty best friends losing their hearing and cheating on their girlfriends, no more boyfriend getting drunk with a 16 year old. Hopefully they learned their lesson and will both get better."

Imane smiled. Lucas turned to her.

"What about you, miss future-doctor? Going to fucking Morocco with your habibi, then what? You'll start med school, you'll get married? How is everything going for you?"

Imane laughed. "Well, I can't complain. The bac was very difficult, let's be real. But now I'm really excited", she said, while staring at Sofianne who was chatting with Idriss and Elliot.

Lucas looked at them too. Then he looked at imane. "Who would have thought, right? The gay guy and the Muslim girl, best friends, while dating a non Muslim guy and his best friend".

"We are not best friends!" Imane answered while laughing.

"Fuck that! You are definitely my number one girl best friend" Lucas said.

"Okay, okay. If it's like that, then you're my number one boy best friend too."

They smiled at each other and they heard Elliot yelling "Okay, everyone! Movie is starting! Take a seat!"

Everyone sat in front of the screen. Daphne next to basile, holding hands. Next to them was Sofianne with Imane, then Yann next to his girl best friend, Emma, then Alexia and Arthur, and then Mika and Camille who had also showed up for the film, next to them Noee with her new girlfriend. They were both friends with Arthur and Alexia. Lucas and Elliot where sitting next to the projector, Elliot being extremely nervous but Lucas holding his hand, trying to calm him down. The la mif guys were really excited to see what they had created, but they were also really excited to see Lola and Maya together for the first time. They were teasing them lovingly and they were all grinning. Lola had now rested her head on Maya's shoulder, while Maya was excited to watch her girlfriend in the big screen.

All of the grew were kind of sad and melancholic, thinking about this being one of the last times they'd all be together. But they were all really excited about the future and the new adventures it held for them.

#skam france #i kinda wrote an alternate ending with just more talking #long post #skamfr #skam france spoilers #final clip

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ramsayboltonsmuse · 4 years

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Imagine Ramsay Bolton and The Joker (Heath Ledger) fighting over you....PART 3

Summary: I’m bringing Ledger!Joker to Westeros! My two favorite villains in a smutty little multi-part imagine that ends in them fighting over The Reader.

You are Cersei Lannister’s oldest daughter and have been betrothed to Ramsay Bolton, a match devised by your grandfather Tywin Lannister to secure the alliance between The Boltons (who are now The Wardens of the North) and the Capital.

What happens when you throw in a chance encounter with J in the woods? Lots of violence, angst, fluff and smut that’s what!

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2

Ao3 link

“C’mere.” J’s hand shot out and wrapped around the back of your neck, jerking your head forward. He was staring into your eyes, which you knew must be displaying a convoluted mixture of fear, resolve and excitement.

You tried to read the expression in his eyes, but to no avail. Whereas Ramsay’s eyes so delightfully displayed the sadistic malice, carnal hunger and mirth that went along with most of his games, J’s eyes were utter blackness that gave no tell of what he might be thinking. His gaze was dark and primal, not unlike that of a lion.

J’s thumb kneaded your vulnerable neck in small circles, and you were left feeling that he really was a lion. As the quiet tension-laden stillness made the air heavy, it seemed like he was debating whether or not he would attack his prey. Attack you.

The feeling of his large hand wrapping around your neck sent shivers down your spine as you realized how very easy it would be for him to snap your neck. But much as the thought terrified you, the gentle yet steady pressure of his thumb circling around and around your skin sent a little ball of warmth spinning through you. You tried to push the feeling away.

His thoughts seemingly coming to some kind to some sort of conclusion, though you hadn’t the faintest idea what that conclusion was, J’s hand moved to grip your arm and roughly pull you to your feet as if you weighed no more than a rag doll.

“Let’s, uh, go for a walk bunny.”

“N-Now?” Your voice came out shaky again. “I-It’s still dark out.”

J rolled his eyes at you. “Early morning’s the best time for hunting sweetheart-t. Didn’t your, uh, Lord Flay teach you that? I heard he’s a hunter too.” When you shook your head in response, J continued, pressing his body closer to yours as you leaned back against the wall, his face now only inches from yours.

“Oh that’s right-t. He only hunts women in the woods. He sets it all up-ah. Now where’s the fun in that?” He let out a loud cackle right in your face causing you to jump. He was close enough now that you could see every bump, curl and detail in his scars. J sees you looking at them.

“What happened bunny? You look scared. Is it the scars?” J’s hand that’s still on your arm grips tighter, while his other hand circles your neck once again, this time his thumb pressing into your jaw.

“You wanna know how I got them? I’ll tell you.” His thumb moves to sweep over your mouth, pressing the bottom lip down. “You see, I had a wife, beautiful, like you.” J looks at you hungrily as your heart rate quickens.

“She’s friendly with the villagers, with the uh, other men-ah. She says it’s nice to be friendly-ah, that I shouldn’t worry so much-ah. She says I oughta smile more.” J slides his thumb along your bottom lip to the right corner of your mouth, tugging it up into a sideways grin. You shiver as he continues.

“One day, she goes out alone for a walk in the woods-ah. Some of the, uh, men follow her. They rape her, and cut up her face. She comes home and can’t look at herself anymore-ah. I just want to see her smile again. So I do this,” J releases your neck to gesture to his scars “with a razor.”

You feel a pang of sadness in your chest, and your eyes soften. J must see this, and you think you see him smirk when he sees your reaction. That leaves you questioning the factual nature of the story.

“Now I see the funny side.” J goes on, now a much more noticeable grin spreading across his face. “Now I’m always smiling!”

Your eyes harden. He seems to be reading the display of emotions across your face and just grins wider.

“Now then bunny, let’s go for a walk-ah.” He says as he grabs your arm hard enough to leave a bruise and pulls you out of the door.

The air outside is laden with that early Northern morning chill and you shiver, your light blue dress from yesterday clearly not cutting it for the current weather.

It’s still dark outside but you are beginning to see the dull blue light of daybreak spread across the sky from the east. You can make out the trees around you, and J in front of you, but not much else. You look back for the hut, but it’s already disappeared into the darkness.

You squint at the ground, trying to look for rocks and branches as you hurry your feet along to keep up with the speed J is pulling you along. He’s just too fast though, and a large rock comes out of nowhere causing you to trip and swear as you fall forward.

J braces you easily before you hit the ground and chuckles.

“That doesn’t sound like the, uh, proper language for a princess, doll.”

“Fuck you.” You say in spite of yourself, and J laughs again. “I think I broke my toe.” J laughs even harder at that, before grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Don’t you worry princess, I’ll carry you.” You struggle as he picks up his fast pace again.

“J, put me down!”

J laughs lightheartedly and gives your ass a light smack. You sharply inhale and blush in the darkness.

“Can’t do that dollface. We need to move fast so we don’t miss the, uh, action.”

You pout and let your head and shoulders slump. There is clearly no use in trying to fight him, and as embarrassing as this situation is, you prefer it to being knocked out because you resisted.

From your position on J’s shoulder, you can see the sun rising behind you and the cool blue light breaking over the forest. As a breeze blows your hair forward and into your face, you smell something delicious and almost instantly pangs of hunger overtake your stomach. There must be a fire somewhere nearby.

You cry out as J drops you to the ground.

“Zip it sweetheart. Don’t want to lose the, uh, element of surprise-ah.” J whispers. You look through the small pocket of trees in front of you to see you are only about twenty feet away from a small fire with four men huddled around it, one of them turning something over the fire. The delicious smell of meat invades your senses.

A clear master at knot-tying, J produces rope from one of the deep pockets of his long coat and quickly devises a binding that ties you standing up to the tree behind you. As the sun further lights up J and your surroundings, you are reminded again how strange his attire is.

The long coat he is wearing is an incredibly rich, bright purple, and the light leather armor beneath it purple and green. You can’t stop combing over it with your eyes. As he finishes tying you up, he leans back, regarding his handiwork.

“It’s, uh, not polite to stare.” You quickly shift your eyes away, but J grabs your chin and forces your eyes to meet his. “Like my style, bunny?” He says, brandishing the word. “Well, it’s incomplete-ah. But we’re about to solve that problem right now.” Your quizzical look only makes him smile. “Watch and see-ah.”

J turns and almost prances through the trees to where the men sit around the fire, his hands in his pockets as he saunters over.

“Good morning gentlemen!” J’s voice rings out.

The four men turn as they see J approaching, one of them quickly shifting to his feet and drawing his sword. He looks like the ringleader.

“Hey, I know who that is. Jared, get your sword out. Jared! That’s --”

J cuts him off as he’s standing right behind the man pointed out as Jared, a tall broad shouldered dirty looking man with a hideous jagged scar going from his right temple all the way diagonally across his face. Jared unsheathes his blade, grimacing, as he makes to turn around and face J.

“Want to see a magic trick?”

You don’t know how long it goes on. The stabbing and bone breaking and laughing. He never seems to stop laughing. Ramsay hadn’t had you watch him torture his victims, he only displayed their battered corpses on the wall, so this was the first time you were actually watching people die. And die horrifically.

J looked so incredibly, disturbingly happy as he decorated each man’s body with gashes and punctures and bruises. He made it last as long as possible, relishing in how they begged for mercy and pleaded with everything they had to offer - their money, their secrets, their wives, their children...before he finished them off, howling as he did.

You felt nauseous to the pit of your stomach. You had tried closing your eyes during the worst of it, but you couldn't block out the screams, the terrible screams.

When it was silent, you opened your eyes to see the scene in front of you unfold.

J, kneeling in front of the fire pit, grabbed a handful of now-cool coals and used his fingers to paint large dark, messy circles around his eyes. As he stood from the fire, you noticed that his shoulder was bleeding from where one of the men’s blades had apparently managed to pierce him.

Reaching into the wound with a maniac laugh that made you cold to the bone, he coated his fingers in the sticky substance before smearing it across his mouth and up his scars, painting his face in a cheshire grin.

He shook his head and emitted a loud, resounding and utterly dark laugh before his eyes found purchase on you. He strode over to you with a speed that was nothing short of terrifying.

He was upon you in seconds, the smell of a fire and blood wafting off of him as one large hand encircled your neck and the other grabbed your sharp hip bone through your dress, holding you in place. His face pressed close to yours, his lips only inches away as he spoke.

“Enjoy the show-ah?” His voice was deep and dark. You start shaking, your eyes lighting up with fear as you wonder what he’s going to do to you now that all the others are dead.

“I asked you a question, bunny.” He growls when you don’t answer right away.

You nod your head quickly, but he runs his thumb along your bottom lip and pulls it down, much rougher than he did earlier, before popping his thumb into your mouth to open it.

“Use your words.”

“I-I liked the show.” You stutter out. J smiles.

“Any, uh, favorite scenes? Because I thought the highlight was slicing up poor Jared, but I’m starting to change my mind-ah.” J runs the hand on your hip up your side and you feel your skin break out in goosebumps. His hand stops at your breast where he flicks your nipple, poking through your dress and hard from the cold.

You fidget when he does that, trying to push away the warm sensation gathering in your core when he does. J smirks and glances at your legs, which have pulled together.

“Looks as though you might agree. Let’s, uh, take a look, sweetheart-t.”

You can’t stop it this time, as the tingling sensation spreads through you making you squirm and rub your legs together. You push out of your mind the awful fear of what Ramsay would do if he saw you like this.

You can’t control it anymore, you can’t lie to yourself, part of you wants him to take you. Even after watching what he did to those men. You want him.

His hand dips beneath your dress and runs up your thigh, reaching the line of your panties. His finger lands on the wet fabric, running a featherlight circle around your clit. You can’t stop it before it happens, and a tiny moan escapes your lips.

J stops moving his finger and raises an eyebrow knowingly.

“Just as I thought-t. You’re soaking wet, bunny.” Your face turns into a pout and you squeeze your legs tighter together around his hand, desperate for friction. J laughs. “How long have you wanted me to touch you [Y/N], hmm? How long have you been a little slut for me?”

He graces you with another circle of his finger before grabbing the line of your panties only to release them, snapping them back against your skin. You struggle against your bindings.

“Don’t, uh, worry doll. I’ll give you what you need-ah.” J leans in, the frightening black around his eyes and his bloody mouth sending adrenaline shooting through your veins and telling you to run run run.

But you can’t run, and even if you could, you don’t think you would now. J’s lips ghost your neck, before landing a quick sharp bite to your exposed skin and causing you to let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a mewl.

J’s mouth is at your ear now, whispering to you, his breath warm against your skin.

“I have to warn you though, bunny, I like to break things.” The words have an effect you can’t believe, causing your body to heat up and your voice to come out in a hushed pant.

“I want you to break me J.” As he nips and kisses your neck, you feel him smile against your skin and sigh. It’s a sound that resigns you to your fate.

That’s when you hear the hounds.

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Marigolds

Summary:

Marigolds-the flower of the dead. They are used to guide spirits visiting the land of the living.

Marinette is used to weird, she's no stranger to spirits. Even so, she never imagined she would meet her soulmate like this

Chapter 1

“Wow, didn’t think magic girls were actually a thing. Good to know.” Is the first thing Marinette hears after she drops her transformation.

Which makes no sense because Marinette is completely, one hundred and ten percent sure that Tikki was the only living thing in this room with her. She’s careful to check than double-check. The tape she had left along the window had still been intact when she entered it. The powder she dusted her hatch with hadn’t been disturbed.

The only thing out of place is the chill in the air, it’s bone-deep like something leaching the life out of the room. A cold current that makes something in Marinette’s brain tingle. Chat would call it fur rubbed wrong, it’s the closest Marinette can come to describing the sensation.

No one should be in the room with her.

Her identity must be maintained at all costs, she takes precautions to ensure it. None of them have been bypassed.

“Got to say I dig the suit,” the voice says completely indifferent to how she’s tensed. Marinette can’t place it. “It’s a little gaudy sure, but hey we can’t all be the Dark Knight. I get the appeal even, flashy, attention-grabbing, it’s a nice stick.”

Marinette can’t breathe, she’s not sure what exactly to do. The voice is coming from behind her. It was relaxed, casual if a bit hollow, like this was the sort of thing that happened every day.

“Maybe not the safest option. You're like a freaking stop sign. How does that work, like sure the Robin costume is a bold as hell traffic light but that’s the point, you know? Draw away the gunfire so the big bad Bat can swoop in a knock them all on their asses.”

Marinette narrows her eyes. Because while knowledge of the Justice League is expected to some extent. Their world-renowned, it would be hard not to have heard of them with all the earth ending disasters they’ve put a stop to, the lack of knowledge is surprising. Everyone in Paris knows who Ladybug is.

The fact that he doesn’t seem to, it sets off a red flag in Marinette’s mind. One that makes her fingers twitch with nervous energy even though her muscles are locked in place. Frozen over by manic fear.

“It’s funny, you’re acting almost as if you can hear me. I’m not complaining, talking to myself gets boring fast, trust me on that one. Bats isn’t anywhere close to great company.”

Marinette turns. Reclined back on her chaise is a boy. He’s tall, taller than Adrien, probably taller than Luka even, with windswept black hair that falls into his eyes. Eyes that are so blue they’re the first thing she really notices about him. They glow iridescent, demanding attention and focus and….

The next thing she notices just as he opens his mouth again is the blood.

“Wait,” He says slowly, his words tentative. “You can see me, it’s not just the isolation talking here. You can see me.”

The blood dripping down from his matted hair onto the bruises that line his cheeks.

“Am I not supposed to?” Marinette asks, her voice shaky.

The blood bubbling out from fresh burns.

“No,” his voice is just as uncertain. “You really shouldn’t.”

She thinks her reaction is more than justified. Even if her screaming makes the boy pop out of existence and sends her parents racing up the stairs.

Her parents leave her after a few minutes. Buying her excuses of spider, spider I saw the biggest spider under my desk. It had so many legs! without much fuss.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place shortly after they disappear down the stairs. There’s a look in her eyes, one that Marinette’s seen maybe a handful of times in the two years she’s held her Miraculous.

It’s a look that comes with answers. Answers that scare Marinette far more than the questions ever did. The first time Tikki’s eyes glinted like this Marinette transformed for the first time. The last time, Marinette met the guardian and begun training to take his place.

This is the look Tikki gives her when she’s about to be trusted with a secret that changes everything.

She hates this look.

Marinette's still standing in the middle of her room staring vacantly at her chaise. “Tikki who was that.”

“That’s not what you should be asking Marinette,” Tikki says looking at Marinette with a keen eye.

Often enough Tikki will watch Marinette like she’s waiting for something. What that something is, Marinette doubts she truly will ever know, that she’ll even want to know. Maybe it’s due to the magic that binds Tikki to the role of guide, which forces her to needle Marinette into asking the right questions in order to get her half-answers.

Tikki is a god. No matter how kind she is, no matter how much she cares for Marinette, her games are not optional.

Marinette will never be able to refuse Tikki, not after having spent years as her patron.

“I saw him,” Marinette chokes out, “I saw him Tikki.”

“That’s good Marinette, I saw him too.”

“Have you seen him before?”

“No.” Tikki pauses, brushing the hair out of Marinette’s face. “I’ve seen others, yes. But not him.”

“Others, who else-”

Tikki cuts her off with a little tut. “Marinette, you’re still focusing on the wrong question.”

Genies were most likely based on the Kwami. They’re all a fickle bunch, hiding behind double meanings and exact wording. It’s hard to figure out just what question Tikki wants her to ask the right question, the exact right question. She can’t tell her the who the why would be pointless to ask about. Marinette knows Tikki will only answer with something having to do with fate. So what's left is…

She breaks her staring contest with the chaise, turning to meet Tikki’s eyes. “What was he.”

“You’re still not quite there. You, humans, are always a lot of whats depending on the when. I could say child or man or soulmate or-”

This time Marinette is the one to cut Tikki off. “He can’t be my soulmate. You said Ladybugs and Black Cats are always connected.”

“And you are. A lot of Ladybugs find their soulmates outside of their Black Cats. There’s a lot of different ways to be connected Marinette, most people have more than one thread attached to their soul, my bugs especially so. Not all threads are soulmates.”

“What does that make Chat Noir than?” Marinette asks.

“Nothing besides what he is now, soulmates aren’t the end all be all, you know. They’re not the soul the completes you, they’re just the soul that fits best around you. They’re a possibility, your hearts still your own.”

“So even though he’s my soulmate…” Marinette trails off.

“Not is, was,” Tikki says, her voice sad. “That’s the when.”

“Was.” She can feel her throat closing up around her words. “What is he now.”

Even as she asks it, Marinette knows the answer. It’s in the corner of her mind, right along the edge snuggled tightly against secrets like Chat Noir’s identity and the real reason Master Fu has lived nearly two hundred years.

She doesn’t want to put a name to the feeling the boy had stirred in her. She doesn’t want to put a name to what the boy is. She doesn’t want to acknowledge the end of a possibility that never truly started to begin with.

Names have power, it’s why their titles are so important. Once she says it. Once the word claws past the dark barbed parts of her mind and out her mouth there will be no going back.

Tikki has never been afraid to do what Marinette can’t, she’s a spirit after all. Humanity is something she observes and doesn’t understand.

“He is a ghost silly,” Tikki says.

It’s an end, one marked before anything had ever had the chance to begin. It shouldn’t hurt but all the same, Marinette feels a part of her heartache. The part of her that's still so heartbreakingly young wants to cry over how unfair this all this.

The part of her that’s grown up much to fast, faster than anyone should have to, stops her from mourning. Life is not fair, the Kwami have no interest in silly things like that. Fair is a concept that Tikki won’t get.

Fair is something that no one gets.

Marinette doesn’t get any sleep that night either.

Notes:

I really wanted to play with the prompt "when they die your soulmate comes to haunt you" . It had so much potential so while my insides said 15k one-shot my heart said nope we're gonna milk it. I needed to get some multi-chapter practice in any way.

Also because Jason is currently 21 in the canon universe I will say this takes place when he dies, which is 15 according to his death certificate. Marinette is also 15, she's had her Miraculous for 2 years now after receiving it at 13. I feel no guilt in destroying the show's timeline to suit my needs, not when the episodes don't care about continuity.

#maribat #crossover #crow writes #Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng #dcu #jason todd #ml #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng

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nearly-theyre · 4 years

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haikyuu fic recs!!!!!!!!!!

hello friends! we are back at it again with another fic rec list ~

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also: check out this fic rec list for haikyuu multi-fic series recs! all of the fics in this list are one shots or single completed chaptered fics ~

LET’S BEGIN

FORMAT:

“title” (ratings) by author (a ✰ means the series is HIGHLY recommended!)

link

Warnings: as of 8/3/2020, although as always exercise caution!

Tagged Ships: the ships that the AUTHOR tagged! no ship hate here please!

Summary of the fic

MAKE SURE YOU ALWAYS READ WARNINGS/TAGS/SUMMARIES BEFORE READING!

“feel like gold” (T) by Heronfem ✰✰✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13320651/chapters/30487086

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma , Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou

In which Kenma is unapologetic and comfortable with who he is, Akaashi learns a lot about himself in a short period of time, Kuroo is wildly in love and an eternal survivor, and Bokuto remembers that love doesn't cure mental illness, but having a support system sure helps a lot.

Or, the one where 4 young men get together, and are helplessly, hopelessly, utterly in love despite everything.

“Three Times the Charm” (T) by todxrxki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25662307

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma

Kodzuken #1 Fan @Kodzuken1Fan 3h

hi all, has anyone noticed that kodzuken seems happier than usual in his recent videos?? it can’t just be me… do you think he’s had a change in his life recently?

Hina @kenmafan321 3h

@Kodzuken1Fan Honestly I agree with you!! I think that Kodzuken might have a girlfriend though… or a boyfriend!! <3 / In which Kenma's viewers try to figure out whether he's dating Kuroo, Bokuto, or Akaashi... but are completely approaching the problem the wrong way.

“Elements of Love” (T) by helloyesIamtrash, Nata1967

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11848392

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kenma first heard the voices when he was in preschool, the three of them. They felt like the crackling warmth of a fire, a bolt of lightning, the cool breeze on a summer's day. He had never heard of them before. They sounded nice.

They said something about being soulmates.

“Leave A Light On” (M) by todxrxki ✰✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18670813/chapters/44278060

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

It is impossible, he knows. He is not human. It is only humans who experience such things, who are able to feel joy and happiness and sadness and grief. He is just a monster, a demon, a creature made from the leftovers.

But still, he wants to experience human things with a fervor he cannot describe.

In which a boy, raised inside of a highly unethical laboratory, comes to understand humanity through the love of the people who rescued him, but especially through his closest friend.

“i wanna see your face and know i’ve made it home” (G) by mukeandziamgotmelike ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23654473

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Keiji had never thought that he would miss them this much.

Sure, the thought had been scary - terrifying, debilitating - at first, but Koutarou was right; they would only be a couple hours away. They would call as often as they could, they had said, and while Keiji knew how hard that would be (since their majors were going to be stressful and of course they would both want to join the volleyball team, and their new college friends, and parties, and, and, and) he had smiled understandingly, feeling Kenma’s hand squeeze around his tighter.

But he didn’t think it would hurt like it did.

“Village and a Crow” (T) by NeverNothing ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16612745

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji & Kozume Kenma

Day 3 || 13th || Hurt/Comfort || Secret Agent/Assassins (AU)

The raven raised his eyebrow at the other man. He was staring at him, gaze hiding his thoughts well.

“Daishou Tetsurou,” he introduced himself anyway. It was the closest he had gotten to anyone near Akaashi the whole evening, seeing as the blond had not left the others side until now.

aka: In his cover identity as Daishou Tetsurou, Kuroo Tetsurou makes an intriguing aquaintance.

“Third Eye” (T) by Solovei, Yrindor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7901137/chapters/18048394

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

For as long as he could remember, Suga could see things when he looked at other people—shadows over their hearts that represented the roadblocks to their happiness. He became known as a problem-solver, a skilled mediator, and the person to come to with any matter of problems. While he used this ability to help his teammates and friends, over the years his own feelings were pushed aside.

He could see Asahi's fear of rejection, Hinata's need to be challenged, and Noya's desire for a person to accept him for who he was. But there was one shadow that never revealed itself to him—that belonging to Sawamura Daichi.

During the Tokyo Training camp, he's confronted by Nekoma's captain, who wants to know what it is that Suga himself is yearning for. Their conversation leads to some uncomfortable truths, and he's forced to admit that he may have been source of Daichi's growing shadow this whole time.

“Home is where the rest of you are” (T) by Kei (junjunkiiold) ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6796540

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou , other implied relationships

Angry tears track their way down their face as they stiffly pull on a pair of Keiji's sweats and one of Kuro's ridiculously oversized hoodies, pausing to bury their face in Bo's pillow, just to be fair. They miss their boyfriends so much. So much. It's a physical pain now, crackling just behind their ribs, and they know they'll have to try and rid their face of tearstains, otherwise Suga will worry. Suga has already been kind enough to offer them company, and in any case, Kenma doesn't deserve to be worried over. It isn't like it matters anyway.

They freeze.

Oh no.

Of all the days for the intrusive thoughts, the grey-tones jabs, the deathly sharp self-hatred to invade their mind, it just has to be when Bo and Kuro and Keiji were all gone halfway across the country.

This is shaping up to be the worst birthday Kenma has ever had.

“a brief study on a brief point in time” (G) by neatos_cheetos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13981158

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji & Kozume Kenma , Fukunaga Shouhei & Kozume Kenma & Yamamoto Taketora

“Kid,” rooster-head says to Fukunaga. “You play volleyball?”

[Alternatively: How Fukunaga Shouhei falls in love with the seasons.]

[Takes place one year before canon.]

“we know the game and we’re gonna play it” (T) by thelittlebirdthattoldyou ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24460246

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

Hanamaki cut in, “If we win, you have to promise to lighten up on the loving around us.”

“No more footsie under the table at team dinners,” Matsukawa said.

“No more weirdly sexual trash talk when you play on different sides.” Watari said.

“No more grabbing Iwaizumi-senpai’s ass ‘for good luck’ before practice games.” That was Kunimi, who shrugged placidly when everyone turned to stare at him.

“No more making out shirtless in supply closets,” Yahaba finished.

Hanamaki makes a bet, Mastukawa waits for him to get the hint, Oikawa's clinginess is surpassed only by his competitiveness, and Iwaizumi just wants to get through the next day so he can kiss his boyfriend again.

“doesn’t the rose always has its thorns sharpened before it pricks?” ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24178558

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio (mentioned) , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (if you squint) , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

“How do you sleep at night, Akaashi?” Amused chuckle fills the room, a chilling contrast to the pooling blood staining the end of both their cloak. Akaashi smiles, beautiful, confident, and feral, “Peaceful and satisfied after being thoroughly ravished.”

“Papillon” (M) by the_madame21

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9962204

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

"Father says I have to go meet new royals today.”

“Who?” The boy said it so easily. With a little bit of a bite. But Tooru wasn’t sure if that was because he was angry, or because he was an alpha.

“The…Iwaizumi family…”

“Safe practice” (G) by symphorine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6220759

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: N/A

Yamaguchi gets bruises from wearing his binder for practice. Cue the team being worried, which he really didn't want happening, and Suga stepping in.

“Problematic” (T) by alpacameron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6192133

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: N/A

"When they finally arrived everyone stood up inside the Aoba Johsai bus to exit and greet the teams, but Oikawa clearly heard Bokuto yell “HEY, KUROO! SHITTYKAWA’S HERE!” from outside and decided he wasn’t going to."

Aoba Johsai used to attend the Tokyo Training Camp, but Oikawa never got along with Bokuto and Kuroo very well.

“your steady hands have pulled me through” (T) by winter_flowers ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16712716/chapters/39198214

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei , Kuroo Tetsurou & Oikawa Tooru , Mentioned Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

“How can he be so dense?” Tooru complained. “I’m not even trying to hide it. Scratch that, I’ve been practically flaunting it to him since I decided he should know and he still doesn’t believe me.”

Hanamaki shrugged. “It’s Iwaizumi, he literally has ‘rock’ in his name,” he pointed out.

“He thought my animal blood was wine—I’ve been drinking it around him for the last fifteen years! How does he still think it's whatever red beverage that's convenient for the occasion?”

“I mean, you do remember how he religiously bought you those vending machine tomato juice cans, right?”

Or: 5 times Hajime was too dense to realize Tooru was a vampire and one time he finally did (and happened to realize something else along the way).

“now and forever true” (G) by LugianBeforeSwine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3797146

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

The first time Iwaizumi Hajime sees Oikawa Tooru, he bursts into tears.

Hajime and Tooru, over the course of 18 years spent together (and their mothers, who knew everything from the very beginning.)

“rewrite the stars” (G) by astrid_fischer ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17207171/chapters/40461332

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

“You’re going to marry the prince of Karasuno,” Kenma’s father told him on the first day of midsummer.

King Kozume Takeshi did not so much as look up from the letter he was writing at his desk as he said it. His manner suggested he was advising that the evening meal would be held fifteen minutes late; the life-altering statement was that matter-of-fact, and carried the same expectation that he would not be questioned.

“Very well,” Kenma said, when the skritching of the quill stopped pointedly and he realized that some sort of answer was expected of him. He blinked. “Is that all?”

*****

or: an arranged marriage au where everyone is in love with the wrong person.

“can i be close to you” (T) by arcsec ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24711793/chapters/59729524

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

shouyou drags a sleep-deprived kenma to one of kuroo’s parties, only for kenma to escape upstairs and fall asleep in an unlocked bedroom.

or, 5 times kenma slept in kuroo's bed + 1 time kuroo slept over in kenma's.

“Show A Little Faith” (G) by minijhi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4205613/chapters/9503331

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?" Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

“Blood” (T) by darkbluebox ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4114318/chapters/9272470

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tagged Ships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi , yamatsukki centered but p much everyone else is in the bg , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Words like "Muggle-born" and "Pure-blood" don't mean a lot when you're still a child, but everyone has to grow up sooner or later.

“can i crash at your place tonight” (T) by puddingcatbeans

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4612110

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

"Me and my buddies vandalized your backyard trampling your mini garden in the process. Now I feel really shitty cause you’re really upset about this. Look I’ll help fix it okay just stop with the sad faces." au

or, in which Daichi's not a bad person, he just has bad choices in friends, and Suga's got a little ceramic garden and the face of an angel.

“The Mother We Share” (T) by Avogara ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22634923/chapters/54095674

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou

“My life is ruined,” Kuroo stated blandly and muffled into the covers. He didn’t move. Kenma tapped him with his blanketed foot.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I can’t go to camp with you.”

Kenma frowned deeply at this and squinted his golden eyes.

“Why not?”

“Because I have to go stay with my mom…”

“You have a mom?”

—

How Kuroo became part of the Kozume family after one tragic summer vacation.

“Everything Is Debatable” (T) by todxrxki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23321422

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

In YouTuber Kozume Kenma's inbox, there's one email from fellow YouTuber Kuroo Tetsurou asking if he’d be interested in a collaboration. Kenma eyes it with disdain. Frowning, he types a response. "I appreciate you reaching out, he says. I understand that this is something the fans have encouraged. However, I’d like to make myself clear: I am not interested in a collaboration with you. Now, or ever." / In which gaming YouTuber Kenma learns a little bit about preconceived notions and romance through his reluctant friendship with prank YouTuber Kuroo.

“Superposition” (M) by todxrxki ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22383487/chapters/53478259

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Minor or Background Relationship(s) , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

"Well, I bet I’ll be seeing more of you in the future then, huh? But hopefully soon it’ll be me watching you on stage," Tetsurou tells him.

Something flickers across Kenma’s face - something like bright, childlike hope. “D’you actually think so?"

“Call me crazy,” Tetsurou says, grinning a stupid grin that shows all his teeth, “but I’d be willing to bet on it." // Tetsurou Kuroo, the lead singer of alternative band Neko, meets Kenma Kozume, aspiring musician, at one of his shows, a meeting that sets into motion a series of events that change their lives - and the alternative music scene - forever. Or, the early 2000s pop punk band AU.

“Mini Volleyball Club” (G) by redriotoperator

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24483028

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei , Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

Aobajousai was signed up to teach five year olds how to play volleyball one Saturday morning.

Only issue being present is- what teenage boy is good with five year olds?

The Captain who can do it all- that's who.

“call me maybe” (T) by totooru ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7168451/chapters/16273241

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

“Spellbound” (T) by isthisphantasy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3656679/chapters/8080056

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , mentions of , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Out of all the people Daichi had to fall for, it had to be a Slytherin. Their two houses were supposed to hate each other.

To be fair, he was nothing like the stereotypes preached. He wasn’t snide, slimy or pompous. He was beautiful in an ethereal kind of way. He was almost ghostly pale, all innocent brown eyes and silvery-blonde hair. Sugawara Koushi, the boy who was even sweeter than his name suggested.

“Two Pillows” (G) by Dogsocks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24893314

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo forgot his pillows.

Both of his pillows are at home, right by the fucking stairs, probably no more than four feet from the door. And now he’s stuck at a training camp for a week-- with no pillows, let alone his pillows-- and he still has to somehow get his neurotic ass to sleep. This is not good. This is so so so not good.

“It’ll be fine,” he mumbles. “I’m not seven anymore, Kenma. I’m probably just overreacting.”

Spoiler: It's not fine.

“Anything In Between” (T) by todxrxki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21631504

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kozume Kenma just wants to be a normal gaming YouTuber, but when his idiot boyfriend butts in and gets his fans speculating about their relationship, it seems that even that's impossible. / Post manga timeskip, told exclusively through social media and texting.

“The Thief and the Ningyou” by Heronfem ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17161055

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

There's a youkai that lives in the daimyo's estate, they say. They say he keeps a grand lake within the walls and a youkai lives within it. They say it's jealously guarded, the lake patrolled night and day by well trained guards that watch the lake to keep people away from it. They say only the daimyo is allowed near it.

Matsukawa Issei couldn't care less about a mad daimyo's obsession, but as a professional thief he's inclined to be very interested in the daimyo's wealth.

“Liked, Commented and Subscribed” (T) by Royal Society of Pandas (Abarcelos)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7151264/chapters/16236896

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

" 'Hey, Bokuto?' Kuroo interrupted his friend. They were both sitting on his couch, Bokuto telling some silly story that happened the previous weekend and Kuroo reading the comments on his latest video. He was quite happy with how it turned out – a lot of people seemed to enjoy it and he even saw a few memes on tumblr titled ‘The actual signs as Kuroo’s signs’. There was only one thing bothering him.

'Yeah, bro?' Bokuto answered, a little annoyed for having his great story be interrupted.

'Do you know who Kozume Kenma is?' "

Everyone is a youtuber and tumblr ships KuroKen. A lot.

“Don’t call me Lord, call me Love” (E) by Nimbus_Cloud ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6159379/chapters/14112763

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Haiba Lev & Yaku Morisuke

Based on Mookie000's Ruler AU artwork

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The kingdom of Nekoma prepares a festival to celebrate the one year anniversary of Kenma's coronation. While his royal court and magisters and guardians look forward to the revelry, Kenma is himself plagued by doubts as to his ability to rule and his growing feelings for one of his sworn guardians. Everything on the surface appears as it should at first, but things get complicated when a kiss takes Kuroo by surprise and an attempted kidnapping goes awry.

“My Nameless World (I’ll Let You In)” (T) by ltgmars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17430203

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Mentions of Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

It’s a modest two-bedroom in the western suburbs, far enough from the bustling crowds to be affordable but still counting, technically, as Tokyo. They’re noisy before they sleep but quiet when they rise, shuffling mutedly out of the door for joint morning runs before bursting back into the apartment for joint morning showers. Shouyou cooks breakfast while Kageyama packs their lunch and gym bags, and they never share a goodbye kiss because they always leave together.

It’s warm and cozy and disgustingly domestic, and it’s probably everything Shouyou’s ever dreamed of.

Except, Kenma thinks irately, Kageyama doesn’t actually live here.

===

Shouyou moves in with Kenma when he ends up in Tokyo for college. Kenma subsequently realizes that half the things in Shouyou’s boxes are actually Kageyama’s because he should have fucking known.

“Swinging Doors and Wet Floors” (G) by Heronfem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14015484

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

At least once a week Matsukawa Issei cursed out whatever asshole had put swinging doors at the back of the Starbucks he was stuck selling his soul at. They were at exactly the wrong height for him, people constantly thought they were the place to go through for the bathrooms, and no one had put “Employees Only” signs on or around them.

Or, Matsukawa meets his soulmate.

“The Golden Chapel” (M) by Heronfem ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14361861

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Arms and the man I sing,—not as of old

The Mantuan bard his mighty verse unrolled,

But in such humbler strains as may beseem

Light changes rung on a fantastic theme.

Or, a Knight comes in search of the Golden Chapel to finish his quest. The Chapel's guardians and trial makers finish theirs as well.

“Saturday 10:23AM” (G) by SoVeryAverageMe ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22461436

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime & Sawamura Daichi , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Miyagi Missed Connections:

Stressed Volleyball Captain > Sendai Sports Emporium

My boyfriend wants me to post about you on here. I told him that Missed Connections were supposed to be for romantic encounters but he didn’t care. He thinks that I need more friends. Like most things, he’s wrong. But whatever, he’ll keep bothering me until I do this.

Iwaizumi is forced to write a Missed Connections post by Oikawa. Elsewhere, Suga was scrolling through Craigslist when he sees a description that resembles his boyfriend. He made Daichi respond.

The rest, as they say, was history.

“Happiness Comes in Waves” (M) by mitigates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25374712

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

Akaashi filled the waffle cone in his hand with vanilla bean ice cream and doused it in peanut butter. He handed that one to Suga. “And Oikawa, you’re not even slick about it. It’s obvious what you’re doing-”

“Oh shut up, Akaashi! Can you blame us?” The glint in Oikawa’s eyes as he stared anxiously across the parking lot was brighter than ever. He started tugging on Suga’s board shorts and smacking the side of Akaashi’s truck. “Look, look- They’re here!”

Akaashi sighed and pushed Oikawa’s cup of cherry ice cream covered in an abhorrent amount of sprinkles toward him. He leaned over slightly so he could get a view as well. Akaashi positioned his truck for that view, sure, but he could also say out loud that he did it for the business. Yes, the business.

“bait and switch” (T) by Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19704886

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Oikawa Tooru & Sugawara Koushi

“You’re not serious?”

“Suga-chan, when am I not serious?” Oikawa cradled his mug in two hands to warm his fingers. “Besides, I’m not hurting anyone.”

“I think your teammates are going to lose their goddamn minds once they find out.”

...

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

“do tomatoes go in a fruit salad?” (T) by fliick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24632026

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Oikawa Tooru & Sugawara Koushi , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

“We’re friends, Kou-chi! I’m not taking advantage of you. I wanna know about all the drama going on!”

“Like what?”

“Like whether or not Tobio’s getting crushed.”

“Oikawa-”

“And how long you and Sawamura are gonna pine until one of you cracks.”

“Oikawa.”

“i call it magic (when i’m with you)” (M) by cosmogony

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25551868

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

As one of Tokyo's most established Potion Witches, Kozume Kenma's life was anything except ordinary. However, somehow his life takes an even stranger turn when his best friend, Kuroo Tetsurou, gets cursed and transformed into a cat.

Luckily for the two, they meet a Curse-Breaker and Animal Telepathy Specialist who are more than willing to assist them in turning Kuroo human again, though all four of them may end up with more than they'd originally bargained for.

Written for Kenma Ship Week 2020 Day 1 - Modern Magic

“Envy for Solid Ground” (M) by theglitterati ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24832303/chapters/60067192

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

There’s a sign taped to the door: "Sitting Volleyball sign ups - today!"

“No,” Tooru says. “No, Hajime, I can’t.”

“Just one practice,” Hajime replies. “Please. For me.”

Oikawa loses a leg. But he gains some things, too.

“Waiting On A Friend” (G) by MaxMattel666

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24221155

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Shiratorizawa Academy is giving its students a long weekend and Tendou is excited to go home. But Goshiki? Not so much.

!!!Now featuring accompanying art!!!

“I Was Adopted?!” (G) by marsenthusiast

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24731935

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Goshiki is probably more affected by Ushijima's and Tendou's recent fall out than he should be and he doesn't know why. All he knows is he's definitely not supposed to be crying about it. Right?

“i always wake up next to monsters” (NR) by irleggsy ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25004146

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Goshiki Tsutomu & Tendou Satori , Tendou Satori & Ushijima Wakatoshi , UshiTen if you like. squint

Goshiki hasn't been able to sleep properly for days. The reasons might be worse than the team originally thought.

Tendou doesn't like using his magic, but there are exceptions. Like taking care of their youngest.

Shiratorizawa Fanweek 2020 Day 2: Cooking Together | Ring | Fantasy/Magic AU

“He’s Not Here” (T) by MaxMattel666

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24620779/chapters/59480443

Warnings: Major Character Death

Tagged Ships: Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

When Goshiki dies, he leaves an unfillable hole in his wake. His absence takes the form of an empty chair at the dining room table and uneaten ice cream. He leaves behind unfinished lists and shoes that he was supposed to fill.

A mafia AU where Shiratorizawa loses its youngest member.

!!!Now featuring accompanying art!!!

“reddit boyfriends” (T) by NeverNothing ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24336256

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

“the q&a you’ve been waiting for | KODZUKEN” (T) by kzumeknma (born_to_fly)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24960325

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , implied Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou - Relationship

In which Kodzuken reaches 500k subscribers, Kuroo Tetsurou is Little Bastard, and Akaashi helps Bokuto with his critical thinking skills in the comments.

(the youtube video you didn't want, but i wrote anyways)

“Blush Blush” (T) by NeverNothing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25609810

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kodzuken uploaded a new video : "i play Blush Blush but my boyfriend gets jealous (not family friendly)" (1:48:59)

16,945 comments sort by

or: my fill for KenmaShipWeek Day 4: Established Relationship

“ring pops” (G) by mukeandziamgotmelike

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8572807

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Ambiguous or Implied Relationship(s) , Oohira Reon/Semi Eita , Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Semi Eita was a physically perfect human being.

It only makes sense that others notice.

“give them something to talk about” (G) by thelittlebirdthatttoldyou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25426843

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

“Huh. Oikawa is making his way over to the losing side of the court - is he planning to rub it in their faces? Maybe someone should stop him -”

“But he’s passing the players by entirely! And heading for -”

“Are we going to get a childhood besties reunion up in here?”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa's Olympics reunion, as told through the eyes of two excitable sportscasters.

“i’m gonna be the man who’s coming home to you” (T) by welcometothehumanrace ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25689436

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

“I looked into some places myself, and here are some of the ones I found,” Kuroo said as he looked over the top of the screen.

It took one second for Kenma to register that he was in fact looking at a page full of house listings. It took another second for him to register where exactly the listings were located.

Kenma snorted. “Kuro, why on earth would I move to Roppongi Hills?”

It takes one year for Kenma's success to explode and for him to outgrow the two-bedroom apartment he shares with his best friend Kuroo. It takes about a week after that for him to figure out why the thought of moving out bothers him so much.

“don’t bother checking my work (i’ve never cared for math anyway)” (T) by pseudoanalytics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20808875

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi , Kawanishi Taichi/Semi Eita (background) , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (implied)

It isn’t until Shirabu’s back at LOCCENT that it really sinks in. Forty-eight wins? An impressive number, true, and a definite sign of Ushijima’s strength, especially compared to Tendou. But in anyone else, an unbalanced score like that would indicate a depressingly low chance of drift compatibility.

Drifting with Ushijima was simple statistically, but potentially deadly realistically. And drifting with Tendou? A veritable nightmare. If not for Washijou’s insistence, Shirabu would have dropped him long ago.

Still, something is calling to him. Something beyond numbers and data projections.

Because Ushijima may have knocked Tendou down forty-eight times. But that means there were forty-nine times he got back up.

“Goshiki’s Lucky Hairpins” (NR) by laurent_exalted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25541905

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Goshiki Tsutomu/Tendou Satori

(Based off of a cosplay tiktok myself and @/uyusodasu made :) , check out the original on my page @/bubble_cos, or the completed/duet version on Dex’s page!)

In which Goshiki likes pretty things, and other people don’t like it. Tendou is a good senpai and helps Goshiki feel better with a gift and maybe a kiss or two

“pretty girls make me nervous” (T) by ebenroot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3509384

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , with mentions of daisuga , kagehina , BokuAka

(Yaku had to wonder if his captain was listening to himself talk and could realize on his own how much he sounded in love with Kenma.)

"So, what is going to happen is this! Friday night, Kenma will be going to the mall with no video games around. His natural attractiveness will show, some love struck girl will ask him out and bam! Kenma isn't single anymore."

(Yaku supposed not.)

that fic where Kuroo does everything he can to get Kenma a significant other. Meanwhile, everyone bets how long it'll take before Kuroo realizes that Kenma's sorta already dating him.

“Noon, on a Thursday” (T) by lovelyleftovers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6899797

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma & Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

He climbs the stairs, hands tightening unconsciously on the strap of his bag before he approaches Kuroo’s open door.

Kenma isn’t sure what he expected to find, but it wasn’t this.

“Must Be Love” (G) by todxrxki ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22116652

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Interviewer: Anyone special in your life these days?

Kuroo: Hah. Well, yeah, I guess you could say that. H- she’s not exactly a fan of attention, so I think she’d kill me if I were to say anything about her publicly. But, well, she means everything to me. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m completely sure I wouldn’t be here without hi-her.

/ In which famous volleyball player Kuroo is obvious, Lev is oblivious, and Kenma just wants to mess with his fans. Social media; set post-time skip.

“the golden discourse of lovesickness” (G) by WatanabeMaya

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11489601

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , mentions of , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio , Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke

“Hey,” a voice blurts out, says to him one day. Kenma notes the way the boy stands out of the crowd, with his spiky bedhead hair and the brightest of brown eyes. “Can you read my mind?”

a kuroken telepathic!soulmates au

“four letter word” (T) by shizuoh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6517462

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , implied kuroken bc i hate myself

Bokuto pursed his lips. "It's just... ya know, Akaashi... Kuroo's my main!"

Akaashi blinked down at their textbook for a few moments before looking up at Bokuto. "Did you just call me a side hoe?"

“Ignoring the forest” (T) by NeverNothing ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18382232

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Where the public collectively agrees to ignore the signs that actor Kuroo Tetsurou is dating his childhood friend.

Kuroo Tetsurou @therealtetsurou

Filming was fun, but I’m glad to be back to my fav pudding head <3 #noplacelikehome #KURASE #filming

[photo: a suitcase was in focus with another bag and a jacket thrown atop standing beside the back of a couch. A head of badly dyed hair can be seen, face turned away and rest of the body hidden by the couch.]

“Japan’s most subscribed” (T) by NeverNothing ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21662782

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

“Run to Me” (M) by shions_heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11097696/chapters/24760551

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kuroo Tetsurou & Oikawa Tooru , Kozume Kenma & Yamamoto Taketora , Minor or Background Relationship(s)

When a homeless runaway named Kenma literally falls on Kuroo Tetsurou's head, he does the logical thing and offers his place to him. Despite the misgivings of Kuroo's best friends, he and Kenma grow closer as time passes . . .

But Kenma is hiding a painful secret, and one day it's going to come out.

“Cherry Pits and Cat Tattoos” (G) by strawberryriver ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8759890

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo has been in communication with his soulmate ever since they were kids. They've known each other for so long that he never really worried about when or how he would meet them. At least, not until he meets the roommate of Bokuto's soulmate.

Soulmate AU in which things written on your skin show up on your soulmate. Companion piece/same AU as Serendipty

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Kuroo Tetsurou liked to write on his arms. Despite his mother's half-serious warnings about “ink poisoning” or staining his skin, he insisted on marking his arms and legs wherever he could. Not like his best-friend-since-always Bokuto Koutaro, who had to write on his arms or he’d forget to breathe, but artfully. He’d draw designs, animals, the occasional chemical compound. The whole idea behind soulmates fascinated him: how one person could mark their arm and someone potentially thousands of miles away, would have that same mark appear. The amount of articles, studies, and books he’d read about the topic, even at a young age, could put an undergrad researcher to shame.

“mr. steal yo man” (T) by saintjoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4409834

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , One-sided Haiba Lev/Kozume Kenma

Lev's got it bad for Kenma. Unfortunately, he's already got one hell of a boyfriend.

“Step by Step” (M) by dgalerab

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7145255/chapters/16223309

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Everyone might think that Kenma is the one that is always following Kuroo, but it's Kuroo that's been trying to slip his life into Kenma's since he can remember. He might get a little scared by the idea of going off to college without Kenma. Kenma handles it.

“The Words I Can’t Say” (G) by orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2345708

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Theres a short pause, the the tightness in Kenma’s throat only thickens when he realizes this is usually when he is supposed to answer with his name.

His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. I’m Kenma, he thinks, trying to get his vocal cords to move, I’m Kenma.

“two cats” (T) by rideahorse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5843116/chapters/13466860#workskin

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

(12:01) From: Kenma :3

and why won’t you tell me what the secret is?

(12:02) To: Kenma :3

there r some things even i won’t say over txt

“Soggy Toast” (T) by brattybat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11610213

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma , Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kenma wakes up with the onslaught of a nasty stomach bug and refuses to let his roommates stay home and baby him. But with an empty house filled with a lack of all the warmth he had grown so accustomed to, all pride was thrown out the window.

“beyond castle walls” (E) by kiyala

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11884986

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kenma doesn't realise that the guy he's brought home for the night is Kuroo Tetsurou, the crown prince of the kingdom, until there are photos posted online the next morning. The royal family has to save face by announcing a marriage, and Kenma's life is never going to be the same.

“Between the Silence and the Sound” (T) by todxrxki

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20269963

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Everyone seems to be under the impression that famous actor Kozume Kenma is dating his co-star, Lev Haiba. However, Kenma absolutely cannot stand the idea. In the heat of the moment, Kenma publicly blurts out that he's dating his childhood best friend, Kuroo Tetsurou, and they start a fake relationship for the benefit of the press. Soon, though, Kenma begins to realize that fake-dating his best friend might be more complicated than he'd originally planned. / Fake Dating AU, for Kuroken Week Day 7.

“The One With Dragons And Shit” (T) by helloyesIamtrash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8737048/chapters/20030515

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Kenma stopped as he heard a deep rumble from inside the dark depths of the cave. He took a deep breath, mentally prepared for whatever came his way.

“Why would a human venture into the cave of a dragon? Turn back, little one.” A smooth, melodic voice warned, ensnaring Kenma’s attention. As he peered into the darkness, two golden pinpricks could be seen watching him.

The dragon was there.

“and i would have saved juliet” (M) by skittidyne ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6904423#main

Warnings: Major Character Death

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Implied/Unrequited Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke

“Did you know my family is cursed?” Tetsurou asks suddenly, because he does sometimes want Kenma’s attention, in spite of everything else.

He is rewarded by the smaller boy glancing up again and the stilling of his quill.

“My brother’s going to have to get married twice,” Tetsurou tells him, “and no one is sure who it’s gonna be. But he’s definitely getting married soon. I have to get all kinds of new clothes for it and the tailor always sticks me because he doesn’t like me.”

“Maybe that’s just because you squirm…”

“I’m a very well-behaved child. Everyone says so.”

“I don’t say that,” Kenma points out and resumes his writing practice.

(( or: tetsurou is a prince, and with that, comes certain expectations of his station, regardless of curses or who he falls in love with ))

“Red” (NR) by lunaloop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10786023

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma

It's a bad day and Bokuto wishes he had a color system like Kenma so he could tell Kuroo what's wrong.

Or,

a Bokuakakuroken-fic inspired by the HQ!! OT3+ week prompt "Red".

“frilly pink apron” (T) by novrik

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21925030

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

kuroo loves to be embarrassing. there's literally no other reason why he'd walk onto stream wearing nothing but a fucking frilly pink apron and sweats where you can see all of his goddamn upper body.

“There’s No Tutorial for This” (T) by sinata (karasinovolleyball)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4702733

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Hinata Shouyou & Kozume Kenma , Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou , implied bokuaka - Relationship , implied yakulev , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

“I think maybe Kuroo-senpai likes him, and that’s why it was hard for him to tell us.”

“On the fucking nose, Lev.”

Kuroo likes Kenma, but he can't figure that out for himself. Kenma likes Kuroo, except he's never had a crush on anyone before and has no idea how to cope. Hopefully they can both figure it out by the time their summer vacation ends.

"...I swear to god I’m going to die Bokuto, he’s so cute and I’m so fucked.”

“national hot dad alliance is now calling…” (T) by dicaeopolis, owlinaminor ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5663683/chapters/13045579

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou & Sawamura Daichi , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou(queerplatonic) , Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Bokuto Koutarou & Hinata Shouyou , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Bokuto Koutarou & Kuroo Tetsurou & Oikawa Tooru , Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi , Bokuto Koutarou & Ushijima Wakatoshi , Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi , Sawamura Daichi & Ushijima Wakatoshi , Bokuto Koutarou & Sawamura Daichi , Bokuto Koutarou & Oikawa Tooru , Kuroo Tetsurou & Oikawa Tooru , Kuroo Tetsurou & Sawamura Daichi , Kuroo Tetsurou & Ushijima Wakatoshi , Oikawa Tooru & Sawamura Daichi

Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck.

(Or, the captains' squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)

“quiet company” (G) by doxian

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6434422#main

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Like Kuroo does every morning, he senses Kenma before he sees him. Kenma isn’t awake yet - he’s toying with the idea of total wakefulness, his flickering consciousness brushing against the back of Kuroo’s brain.

Kuroo has started his day like this almost every day for the last 15 years of his life, and he hasn’t tired of it yet. He doubts he ever will.

“as blood returns and returns to the heart” (T) by isaksara ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23239519

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Hinata Shouyou & Kozume Kenma , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

“Kuro, you’re in need of medical attention,” Kenma tells him as he approaches. In front of him, Kuroo kneels. Kenma has the completely illogical thought that if he just reached out to touch each of them, he could soothe the wounds and stop the flow of blood. As always, he refrains.

“I know.” Kuroo looks up at him with clear eyes unbothered by blood loss. “But won’t you say the words?”

“Inked Skin” (G) by HoneyWhisky

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22239958/chapters/53103634

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Akaashi Keji/Bokuto Koutarou , Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

A haikyuu au where whatever your soulmate writes or draws on their skin, shows up on yours as well. A bokuaka fic with tension, confusion, fluff and more. Kuroken on the side.

“What do I even write though?” Bokuto tapped his chin.

“Tell him you're the best spiker in the prefecture”.

“Think I should!?” Bokutos eyes gleamed with excitement.

“No, I don't think the first thing you should tell your soulmate is a lie” Kuroo snorted.

“Where the Love Light Gleams” (M) by nargles_exist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21976513

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma , Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

A peek into Kenma's household, as he and his three boyfriends prepare for the holiday season. Koutarou wants snow and decorations everywhere. Keiji wants to be a good host for their holiday party. Kenma just wants everyone to be happy and enjoy themselves. And Tetsurou… is strangely absent a lot.

“sad walk” (G) by taccoans ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24182098

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

rip kuro he dead

med school sucks kenma!!!! im gonna quit and become ur kept man

who tf is kodzuken

kuro uve said this 3 times this week alone

“Contract Clauses” (T) by setosdarkness ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6266962

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou , Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio

Kuroshitsuji AU.

The continent is a powerful mass moving along in a waltz towards impending doom, starting when a certain person from the concrete, Hinata Shoyou, sells his soul to a genius-level demon.

(ft. drug lord Kuroo & his kitten-cosplay bodyguard Kenma; genius swordsman Bokuto & his impassive sidekick; Shinigami partners Iwaizumi & Oikawa)

“I think I kind of want you” (T) by gummyconcrete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22253311

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

— ft. gatorade bottles, volleyball and video games.

“You’re so uninterested,” their newest member, Lev comments—it's more of an observation, really—as he picks up one of the Gatorade bottles on the rack.

“Senpai is always like that,” one of the first-years remark.

“Not true,” Kuroo says, and he offers a bottle to Kenma. “You just got to get to know the guy, yeah?”

“You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly” (G) by boxofwonder ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2628422/chapters/5864243

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tagged Ships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

“Oh. You're. Not Asahi.”

Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide.

“Not as far as I know, no.”

Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

“The Shallow End” (T) by bluphacelia ✰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8173219

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tagged Ships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru , Kuroo Tetsurou/Kozume Kenma , Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

"Welcome to cellblock 1" -- Oikawa is sent to jail for a crime he allegedly didn't commit. The Nekoma-tachi is a well known cat burglar gang. The Fukurodani syndicate is a notorious underground group. And the Academy-trained magic cadets hold order over all.

and thats all for this one folks! Slide into my DMs here or on my twitter if you wanna talk haikyuu, fics, or if you want some help going through this monster of a rec list - I don’t blame you and I’m happy to help you find the perfect fic!!

As well, please check out these authors AMAZING fics and comment, kudos, and tell them on their socials how much you appreciate their works!

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lytefoot · 4 years

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Hi. I'm new here and I wanted to ask something. Do you think it's ok to ship Harmione (as far as I know, you don't) and like Romione at the same time? I like to think about them as a couple (though it depends, canonically and in most fics they're more like siblings to me) but I also like Romione but Ron is bashed in plenty of Harmione fics and it makes me sad, confused why they hate him so much, and guilty that I like a ship whose (some) fans hate on H/Hr's best mate for not particular reason :(

Yeah, it’s definitely okay! You can totally multi-ship all you want, or even polyship it if you feel like it! Have fun!

I definitely don’t ship Harmione, at least in part because the ship wars soured me on it, but also because it’s just not my bag--but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the ship per se! In fact, if there were more chill, friendly Harmione shippers (who don’t need to prove that All Weasleys are Scum or whatever) I’d probably be way less down on the ship!

It would be amazing if there was more Harmione content that celebrated Ron as Harry and Hermione’s best friend, but it isn’t your fault that there’s some really toxic content in the ship. (Though... as always, be the change you want to see in the world! Making your mark in Ron-positive Harmione content would make the fandom a better place!)

There’s absolutely no reason to feel guilty for liking the ship. You don’t even need to feel guilty if you sometimes enjoy Harmione content that doesn’t treat Ron fairly, because... I mean... as much as we love him ‘round these parts, Ron is a fictional character, whose feelings can’t be hurt. (Real people who identify strongly with Ron absolutely can be hurt, mind, which is why you should always tag character bashing.)

Please don’t let ship wars ruin your enjoyment of something! I’m not a fan of the ship and probably never will be, but I completely support you in playing with it all you like!

#ship and let ship #shipping talk

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criminalmindsdrabbles · 4 years

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TITLE: Lover of Mine [10:58 pm, 11/08/20]

AUTHOR: criminalmindsdrabbles

RATING: T-T+

RELATIONSHIPS: Spencer Reid x Reader

PROMPT/SUMMARY: @candice-wayland requested in 2018, (Jesus I’m so sorry for logging out bc that’s why it’s taking two years as I forgot my password!): can you do one where the reader is traumatised and she refuses to cry, even though she needs to, and Spencer helps her??

WORD COUNT: N/A (I’m on notes so I can’t tell, I’m so sorry!)

TRIGGER WARNING: talks about a gun to someone’s head and deep cuts? If there’s anything else let me know!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so I’m pretty sure my last one was in like?? 2017?? Holy shit but um. Yeah. Here you go? Another Spencer Reid one because who can say no to Spencer Reid?

MULTI-CHAPTERS: it can be, if people want it!

She’d been fine on the flight back. Normal, even. She’d laughed and joked with JJ, and teased Matt and Luke relentlessly like she did her own brothers. She had sat with Dave and done her paperwork so she didn’t have to do it at two in the morning (something she was prone to doing.) She had been fine.

And then she’d got back to her flat, saying goodnight to luke who was a couple of doors down, and shut the door.

And then there was silence.

And that... was more difficult to deal with. But still. She’d put her go bag outfits in the wash, watched a tv programme without watching it whilst it dried, ironed it and folded it back up for the inevitable call.

And once she was in bed, restless from the start, she remembered.

“Any last words, Agent Y/L/N?,” the unsub taunted you. Jacob Mikaelson. A 21 year old who had snapped when a girl had rejected him after years of pent up feelings. You had a half mind to tell him to go suck your dick because it’d be bigger but had a feeling, considering the gun pointed in the middle of your forehead, that that’d be an unwise choice.

“Just one thing,” you were proud of yourself, and the ability to keep your voice calm and devoid of the panic you felt rising in you. He gave you a lecherous smirk and you swallowed down the bile. Not the time.

“She won’t love you.” He flinched, minutely, but still flinched nevertheless. And then cocked the gun. Well, fuck, you lamented in your head, forcing yourself to roll your eyes as if you were bored and not terrified.

“No matter how many people you kill, Jacob, she will never love you. She never has and she never will. Not now that you’ve gone down this route,” he looked like she was hitting him and she supposed she was with the words.

It had always been something she had been good at.

“She’s already engaged Jacob. And she’s pregnant,” this, you considered, was not entirely true. She was pregnant but only you and Spencer had figured that out. “She will never love you. All you’ll be to her is a monster.” He pushed the gun to your head and you kept your eyes on him, wanting to stare him down as he took your life if nothing else, and forced a smile onto your face. “Last words spoken,” you taunted, and just as he got ready to shoot you, to end your life, your team came bursting in, someone having kicked the door down.

It was safe to say you hadn’t had any sleep. You had tried. But every time you closed your eyes, your mind replayed the sound of the gun against your temple and you were wide awake. You put your hair in a low bun, foregoing makeup, knowing that the team would probably see through it anyway, and put a pair of black jeans on and a pale blue jumper that was oversized. Walking in, Luke raised and eyebrow at your state of attire, knowing that it was unlike you. You gave him a smile, as if nothing was wrong, and he gave you an easy smile in return. “Late night,” he teased you and you felt a smile tug at your lips, and laughed softly, shaking your head, walking with him to where your group was, in a rare moment, chilling at one of the tables. You sat down, kicking your legs up and leant back, relaxing a bit. It was sad, but true, that you never felt more at home than when you were in work.

“Nah. My boyfriend broke up with me a couple of months ago,” you said, shrugging, ignoring the stinging in your chest at the reminder, “didn’t like that I had a job that wasn’t nine to five,” you added, rolling your eyes and smirking, the girls chuckling, whilst the men looked shocked.

“We thought you were together still,” Spencer exclaimed and you nodded, not surprised in the least, seeing as that was what you wanted. You said as much.

“I wanted that, honestly. It was no big issue compared to that case we had going on and I had foreseen it coming for a while. We didn’t want the same things anymore, and I wasn’t willing to leave the job I love for a guy who I knew wasn’t going to stay faithful,” Spencer’s face flickered with something indescribable before he nodded.

“Well, if you ever want anyone to be set up with, I know a couple of guys who are good,” you gave Matt a smile, thankful for the gesture.

“Thank you, although at the moment, I’m more than content to just feed the stray cat that keeps coming to my flat,” Matt and Luke laughed.

“I though she was actually yours,” Luke exclaimed and you laughed, shaking your head,

“No, god no,” you laughed, “my sister would have a fit, seeing as she hates cats,” seeing the questioning look, you laughed, grateful no one had mentioned your state,

“I have four brothers and one sister. The brothers are all older,” your lips twitched, remembering the threats that had slipped from their mouths when they found out about your breakup, and a look of understanding crossed Matt’s face. Right, he had kids. They’d probably have similar relationships with each other. “So my brothers are complete twats,” you said, laughing, and Matt chuckled, Dave, who was the only one who had met them, joining in, “and when we were little, my sister was obsessed with wanting a cat. Like,” you leaned forward, not noticing Spencer staring at you, completely enraptured, “she put up a petition on the fridge and basically blackmailed my brothers and I into signing it,” you laughed, remembering your tall, teenage, football playing brothers being cowed into signing a sheet of paper by an eight year old.

“And so, as retaliation, they got the stray cat, fuck knows how, into our garden and basically presented him to her as a ‘gift’,” you put quotation marks around the last word and by now they were all listening, “anyway, she went to pet him and pick him up but he’s a stray and really fucking defensive so she got scratched on the arms,” here you grimaced, not having quite forgotten that scream, and seeing the blood, and the pure pain on her face.

“Anyway, she had to get a shit ton of stitches and ever since she’s kept a very wide berth of cats. She has a literal phobia of them, something we use as guilt trip ammunition when we need something,” you admitted and they laughed.

“So yeah. The cat isn’t mine, but I do love going out and sitting on the balcony and having a cup of coffee,” Garcia laughed quietly at the coffee and muttered something about ‘glorified sugar’, earning a middle finger in return, “with the cat laid on me. And I alway leave some food out for it too,” you added. They all looked amused and you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s totes yours,” Garcia said gleefully, and you shook your head, ready to deny it some more when Spencer laughed and you turned, your breath hitching slightly, and cursing yourself for the stupid crush you had on your co worker. You could see JJ smirk at your reaction and discreetly flipped her off.

“Cats typically don’t bond with just anyone, especially stray cats, and so when they do, it’s typically someone they consider ‘theirs’,” you felt your eyes go wide slightly and the team laughed.

“I was just feeding it!” You defended yourself, and he nodded, not phased,

“It probably began to trust you as a result and then saw you as theirs.” You groaned and the team laughed once more.

“Great,” you grumbled, “now I need to shop for cat supplies,” you weren’t actually put out as you knew your sister would come round eventually and you liked the cat, but still. It felt nice to be able to joke with the team.

On the way back, you laid your head on the plane window and sighed. The past few days had been tiring as it was, but paired with no sleep you were exhausted and you knew it was beginning to show. Someone slid into the seat opposite you and you looked up to see Spencer. You gave him a tired smile, something he returned and he looked out the window with you.

“You okay?” You looked at him and wondered if you could say yes, but realised that it was Spencer and that he, more than anyone, would see right through you, so you settled for a shrug,

“Just tired. The case was pretty heavy,” you admitted, hating that you felt like that, but he nodded.

“We saved her,” he pointed it out, gentle and soothing, something you knew was true. But still.

“Did we?” You murmured, “she’s gonna remember that growing up. She’s going to remember being tied down for some sick assholes pleasure and not being able to do anything about it. She was a kid,” your voice hitched slightly, and you saw Matt look over briefly before going back to talking to his wife.

“I know.” You looked at him then, and truly noticed for the first time the bags under his eyes and the way his hair was unkempt and fuck if it didn’t make your stomach flutter. “But she’s got her mum and dad and her brothers,” the last part, you realised was not meant for the kid, but for you and you nodded.

You did have your brothers. But you couldn’t talk to them about this. They hadn’t wanted you to join in the first place and had only just started coming round to your way of thinking, but you nodded nevertheless.

Walking in the next day, Spencer met you at the door and inclined his head in a way you knew meant that he wanted to talk. You wordlessly went with him, the two of you automatically going to the office Emily had got for you when the office got too much for your senses.

Once you were in you locked the door and went to get a drink for the both of you, not bothering to speak first, knowing he’d probably already known what he wanted to say.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your gaze snapped to his and he remained calm, and continued, “whatever it is that’s making it so you aren’t sleeping?” You felt your throat close up, suddenly dry and forced the lump that had appeared there down.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, knowing it was silly. But still, he gave you one of his earnest looks and you felt your lips move on their own accord. Stupid crush, “I’ve just been having nightmares for a couple of nights from our previous case,” he looked like he was correct (something you didn’t doubt) and nodded.

“The one which ended with the gun to your head right?” You tried to speak but found your throat had closed up and nodded. He sighed. “It isn’t your fault and you had no way of knowing he’d do that,” you found yourself shaking your head.

“I should have seen the signs, I should have been able to talk him down, I should have,” your voice broke and you found, to your growing horror, that you were crying. His eyes filled with understanding and he nodded, and wordlessly opened his arms. Normally you wouldn’t have entertained the idea but you didn’t hesitate to rush into them, sinking into the embrace and breaking dow, feeling as if you were letting out a tidal wave of emotions that had been being bottled up.

After what felt like an endless amount of time, you got your bearing and realised you were curled on Spencer, your head on his shoulder, and that at some point you’d been put on the sofa. Oh god, you thought, horrified, he’d just seen you when you were weak.

“You weren’t weak.” You didn’t dare lift your head up even at his words because of course he’d say that, “in fact, it’s stronger of you to show your emotions like that than not showing them,” his voice held certainty. You pulled away slightly and winced.

“I ruined your suit,” you mumbled, and he chuckled,

“I think, in the grand scheme of things, that you making my suit damp is the least of my worries,” he teased you and you laughed without meaning to, and felt him relax at the sound.

“Thank you,” you murmured and he nodded, his hair tickling you and you felt your lips twitch at the sensation,

“Well, in that case, is now a good time to tell you I reciprocate your feelings then?”

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