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✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 || nico hischier ♔
summary: y/n suprises her kids with her brothers and her boyfriend and it makes nico realize he has to do something and do it soon
warnings: emma writing fluff
publish date: 02/18/24
notes: i thought this was longer because it was an 11 page document but i realized it's mostly just dialogue, so I'm sorry that it's kind of underwhelming. i can't believe i decided to write fluff tonight but i had to write nico because of all the content we got so... also the last part is for cam, because we have been talking about it | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!
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It wasn’t the first time the kids had talked about hockey, in fact, it was probably like the millionth time they’ve talked about hockey. She didn’t even know this many kids were a fan of the Devils, but low and behold, of course she could get a class full of hockey fans. On ‘Meet the Teacher’ night, she was pretty sure every kid had asked her if she was related to the Hughes brothers.
For the first day of school, she introduced herself, “Hi everyone! My name is Miss. Hughes and I’m so excited to teach you guys this year!”
“Miss. Hughes?” A hand popped up immediately after words and she looked over, “Yes?”
“Do you know Jack and Luke Hughes?”
She smiled, “I might, why?”
“Because they are so cool!” All the other kids agreed.
“Are you guys Devils fans?”
They all nodded excitedly, smiles plastered on their faces. She then looked at them seriously, “Do you guys think you can keep a secret?”
They all nodded again, “Jack and Luke are my brothers.”
“No way!” The kids all let out gasps, almost starstruck by her words.
She nodded, “Oh yeah. You guys want proof?”
She pulled up a photo of her, Jack, Quinn, and Luke, showing it to the kids, “This is us from this past summer.”
“Are they older than you?”
“Just Quinn, I’m older than Jack and Luke.”
“I have a younger brother too!”
“I have a sister!”
“My brother’s older than me!”
“That is so cool, you guys! How about at the end of the day you can ask me anything you want about hockey or my brothers, but for right now we need to learn about some classroom rules and other things. I might even have an activity for you to do.”
Ever since then, the kids loved to ask her questions about it no matter what. If they were supposed to be working on counting their numbers, they would ask her about them, if they were supposed to be learning about planets, they asked her about hockey, if they were supposed to be working on spelling, they asked her about the game last night.
She had adjusted some things to incorporate hockey and the Devils while learning. She would give them bonus spelling quizzes about hockey teams, she would use their numbers to help them add or subtract, she would use the teams as help for colors. Sometimes she even gets them to start learning a bit of geography and memorizing where each team is from.
Then she was begged to keep track of every game they lost and won. So each month she would set out a little portion of the whiteboard and write out the schedule, writing a ‘w’ or a ‘l’ next to it the following day or on Monday.
Come, January, the kids were super excited when they found out Quinn and Jack were going to the all-star game. It was all they were able to talk about. And after that, she decided she wanted to do something special for them. They had never even thought of the idea and she was glad that they didn’t. It took a lot of sweet talk from her to get all of the boys agree, and when they did she gave them hugs, practically squeezing them to death. She also was planning on a bonus surprise, knowing how much they would love it.
It was the week of the All-Star break, Quinn had flown to Jersey yesterday. She had decided to cut out the science portion of their day because the kids hated science, it was their least favorite thing ever. So she got the kids to sit in a circle on the carpet. The boys were standing outside the classroom listening to everything that she said, “Okay, you guys have been so good lately and I wanted to give you guys a surprise.”
Excited giggles and small screams echoed through the classroom and the boys outside started laughing a little. SHe shook her head and sat down on her chair, “You guys have to behave okay, because no other class is getting a surprise. You promise?”
They all nodded, “Okay, so you guys know how it’s All-Star break this week?”
“Yeah!”
“And you know how on Thursday Quinn and Jack are drafting their team?”
The kids once again said yes, excitedly nodding their heads, “Miss. Hughes?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s the surprise?”
“I’m getting there! Well they were talking about how much they didn’t get to see me and how much they missed me.” All the kids giggled and one girl popped up, “You’re being silly, Miss. Hughes.”
“You’re right, I am. They didn’t say that to me. But I asked them a little while ago if they wanted to hang out and if they wanted to ask me for a favor.”
“What’s a favor?”
“It’s where you ask someone to do something for you.”
“What did you ask them?”
“Do you guys really want to know?”
“Yes!!”
“Okay… I guess I can tell you.” She got up and walked out of the classroom, the kids looking at each other confused and started to whisper.
When she walked back in, Quinn, Jack, and Luke followed her, the kids immediately letting out screams of excitement, “Hey, what did I say about being loud?”
The kids quieted down a little but still were bouncing with excitement, all of them repeatedly saying their names over and over again. Y/n got the kids to settle down and told the three of them to sit in their seats, “Okay you guys. Do you know who these people are?”
One boy raised his hand, practically begging her to call on him, “Yes Liam?”
“They’re your brothers!”
“That’s right. Do you know their names?”
“Luke, Quinn, and Jack!”
“Do you guys have any questions for them?”
For the next ten minutes they answered questions until one of the kids softly called out her name. She got up and walked over to her, kneeling down to be at her height, “What’s up, kiddo?”
“Why is there an extra chair?”
“Oh that’s a good question. Should we let everyone else know the question, because I might have an exciting answer.”
She nodded and y/n sat down next to her, having everyone stop speaking, “Okay guys. Belle has a question.”
“Why is there an extra chair?”
“Well that’s because I have another surprise for you!”
“Another surprise?”
“Yeah, you guys wanna know?”
They all nodded, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Alright. Neeks, come on in!”
Nico walked in at the sound of his name and y.n could’ve sworn that the kids were more excited to see him then her brothers. A lot of them ran up and gave him a hug, y/n laughing a little bit at the interaction. She watched in awe as she watched her boyfriend interact with the kids, her heart warming a little bit. Belle, the girl who had asked her the question initially, turned around from where she stood and asked loudly, “Miss. Hughes, is he your boyfriend?”
All the kids looked at her expectantly and she blushed, “Yes. He is.”
All of them gasped in excitement, “No way! That’s soooo cool!”
She laughed at their comments and allowed them to continue asking questions to the four of them. When twenty more minutes had passed and it was time for them to go to lunch she had them sit back down on the carpet, “Now what do we say to Quinn, Luke, Nico, and Jack for coming?”
“Thank you!”
The four laughed and said ‘your welcome’ in unison. As another surprise, they all gave them a puck with their signatures on them. The kids gushed about it on their way to lunch and until the rest of the day. She was able to have lunch with the four of them in her classroom, eating whatever food they had bought for her.
THe joy on their faces was something she would never be able to reciprocate even if she tried, it made tears spring in her eyes, “Thank you guys for coming. It really means a lot.”
They all smiled at her, Quinn wrapping her in a hug, “It was really no problem, y/n/n.”
“Yeah, I know but it’s your guys’ all-star break and I know that you two have to be in Toronto soon. And Luke and Neeks probably want a day off.”
All four of them shook their heads, Nico coming to sit next to her, “If we wanted a day off, we would’ve said no schatzi.”
She nodded, still unable to control the few tears that formed in her eyes. She leaned her head on his shoulder and reached for his hand, “They literally never shut up about you guys.”
It was silent for a moment before a little voice startled them from the entryway, “Miss. Hughes?”
She jumped and wiped the tears from her eyes, “Hi, Victoria. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She got up and walked over to her, hearing her sniffle, “I’m not feeling good.”
“Did you go to the nurse, honey?”
She nodded back at her, “She told me that I was going home.”
“Okay, you want me to help you pack up your things?”
She nodded again, going to grab her folder from her cubby. Meanwhile, Nico was watching her with complete adortion in his eyes. Quinn noticed this and moved over to sit next to him, “You want kids with her don’t you?”
Nico looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”
“You want kids with her. It’s kind of obvious, dude.”
He nodded, “Yeah, I guess. I mean, we’re still kind of young.”
Quinn smiled, “Yeah, but when you know you know, man. She loves you, though. I know she does.”
Nico looked at him with a small grin, “You know, she didn’t even want me to come today. She said that the kids would be happy with just you guys and that she didn’t want to ruin my break.”
“That sounds like her.”
“When I told her I was coming no matter what she said I was pretty sure she was going to cry.”
“Trust me, Nico. Y/n could never go a day without you no matter how much she tries to deny it. One day when you guys had this little fight, it must’ve been when you guys just started dating, she called me crying and told me she wanted to marry you.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this happy.”
Victoria was finishing up putting the last thing in her bag and she looked at her teacher, “Mr. Hischier looking at you.”
“Oh he is?” She looked over her shoulder and saw him looking directly at her. Both of them blushed when their eyes locked and looked away, “He was wasn’t he?”
She nodded and smiled, “Miss. Hughes?”
“Yeah?”
“I think he loves you.”
“You think?”
“Yes! And I think you two are going to get married.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. Okay, bye Miss. Hughes!”
“Bye, honey. Feel better!”
✧༺✎༻∞
Later that night, Nico laid in bed with y/n, arms wrapped around her tightly as they looked at each other. Y/n lightly traced his tattoo, sending shivers through him. It had been a quiet night, the two had eaten dinner and watched a movie. It was comfortable between them, no words had to be said. Both of them, however, were thinking the same thing, back to earlier. Quinn and Victoria’s words had an impact on the respective two, both of them coming to the same conclusion of wanting to marry the other.
Nico looked up at her through his eyelashes, she was looking down at his arms as she ran her finger over the ink. He smiled and couldn’t help himself, “Do you wanna marry me?”
She paused, her finger stopping and her mouth opening just a little in shock. She looked up at him, “What?”
“Do you wanna get married?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. 100 percent.” He got up and walked over to his bag that sat at the foot of the bed, reaching in and grabbing something out, “You always told me you hated the way my bag smelled and that you wouldn't even take a step near it.”
She giggled a little, sitting up so her back was against the headboard. He walked back to the bed, sitting down by her legs, “I bought this for you a couple of months ago. It was the beginning of the season and I had just gotten back from a game. You were telling me about your day and how the kids wouldn’t stop talking about the teams win the previous night. I saw the way your face lit up when you talked about them and the game. You were so excited that they were interested in hockey. I don’t know. There was just something about the moment that made me realize that I needed to buy a ring for you. I always knew I wanted to marry you but I guess that moment just solidified it for me.”
He took a deep breath and risked a glance at her, she had tears in her eyes again, “Don’t cry, schatzi.” He held her hand before continuing, “Jack and Luke came with me the next day while you were at school. They kept pointing out random rings but none of them seemed right. The three of us were just about to give up and then I saw this one and I thought it was perfect.”
He opened the box and showed her, causing her to gasp in awe, “Oh my god, Neeks.”
“I love you, y/n and I want to be with you forever. I want to grow old with you and I want to have kids with you. I want to do it all with you.”
She nodded her head, almost screaming as she said yes. She launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
A couple of moments passed, both of them basking in the moment, “Victoria told me we were going to get married. When she came back in during lunch earlier.”
“Oh she did?”
“Mhm.”
“That’s funny, Quinn was telling me about how much you wanted to marry me earlier too.”
“He did?” A blush rose to her cheeks, “Yeah. He said that you called him after one of our small fights one day and you cried to him, saying that you wanted to marry me.”
“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing.” Her head fell into his chest and he laughed, moving his hand to run through her hair.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I think it's adorable.”
She shook her head and looked up at him, “I love you, Nico Hischier.”
“And I love you, y/n Hughes.”
✧༺✎༻∞
The next day, y/n showed up to work and immediately thought about how she was going to tell her kids. When Victoria walked in she knew what she had to do. They went through their whole routine, no one suspecting a thing. At the end of the day, she beckoned Victoria over and she skipped to her, “Yes, Miss. Hughes.”
“You know how you told me that Mr. Hishcier and I were going to get married?”
She nodded confidently, “Yep!”
“Well can I tell you a secret?”
“Yeah!”
“He asked me to marry him last night.”
Victoria gasped excitedly, a smile gracing her lips, “Can I see the ring?”
Y/n nodded, grabbing the ring from her pocket, “It’s so pretty!”
“You wanna do me a big favor?”
“That’s when someone asks you to do something for them right?”
“Yep. You wanna tell everyone?”
She nodded excitedly, “Yeah!”
“Alright go on.”
“Hey guys! Mr. Hsichier and Miss. Hughes are getting married!”
All the kids ran around getting a huge rush of energy. They all came up to y/n and started asking her questions, “When are you getting married?”
“Sometime during the summer. Maybe next year?”
“But you hate the summer!”
“Yeah I know, but Mr. Hischier has to work during hockey season, remember? He plays from October to April every year. So I have to make a sacrifice.”
“What’s a sacrifice?”
“When you give up something for something else.”
“I’m so happy for you, Miss. Hughes.”
“Don’t you mean, Mrs. Hischier?!”
Y/n laughed and made them pack up to go home. When she got back to her and Nico’s apartment, she smiled when she saw him making a pre-dinner snack. She wrapped her arms around his torso from behind, “Hi Neeks.”
“Hi schatzi, how was your day?”
“Good. Told the kids what you asked me last night.” He turned around in her arms and smiled down at her, “Yeah?”
She rested her head on his chest, “Mhm. They were really excited.”
He wrapped his arms around her, “I’m not surprised.”
“I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Me neither. But I’m so excited.”
“Me too. I love you.”
“I love you.”
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F!CK BOYS GONE SOFT
( mercenary , batter & prospector ) + gn!reader
# MINOR WRITING SMUT , #ihatewritingdialouge , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
It was a mutual agreement between the both of you that you were fucking for the pure reason of letting off steam after being stuck in this hell hole.
No feelings were supposed to be caught. No hearts were meant to be thawed. And yet, they find themselves yearning for your touch long after your last session.
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✦— THE MERCENARY
If being between your legs was where he wished to be, then who were you to deny him access to the most private part of your body? Where Naib works his magic and milks you of your essence while paying you back in waves of pleasure.
The Mercenary looks so lost in his work that you think he doesn’t notice the change in pitch. That you’ve adjusted your grip on his hair to a softer, gentler hold. Your moans are light, airy, and not at all the ones that left your throat hoarse and raspy the night before. No, that can’t be right. And it doesn’t take him long before he finds the spot that pushes you over. The spot that has your back arching off the mattress. The spot that has you screaming his name like it’s going out of style.
And god does pleasure look good on you, as Naib refuses to remove his eyes from you as he watches the aftermath of you coming undone in front of him. Such a passionate and intimate thing for his eyes and his eyes only as your essence coats his hands and tongue. To think he’d pull his head away after you came is just stupid. Have you not learned from previous sessions? You coming only gives him more reason to drop down there and give you more, but Naib holds himself back.
The next few moments are a blur as you try to calm down after your orgasm, but it seems Naib won’t let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. He’s prepped you enough, hasn’t he?
“It’ll hurt a little, but only for a second.” The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for what’s about to come. It makes him wonder, and only for a split second, if you ever realized how much he loves you. The amount of thought and care that goes into every move he makes towards you. Maybe you’re just dense, or maybe it’s not like that. He won’t know until he tells you. Or, until you tell him.
Your hands rush to clamp themselves over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans flooding from it. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and certainly not the last…), but it’s always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands don’t last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You don’t need him to say anything else.
It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naib’s memorized your every tell that you’re going to come. By the way your legs tighten around his waist and the way your hands reach to clasp his biceps to try and hold on. It’s the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.
“God, I love you so much,” Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. You’ve never seen the man freeze so fast, or go so red. Before his hands cover his mouth you pin his wrists down to the bed.
“Wait—! H-hold on,” you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. “What did you say?”
The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: “I didn’t say anything.” He’s trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but it’s hard to believe when he practically shouts it.
“No, Naib,” you huff out “Are you playing me?” You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. There’s nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.
“Fine. If you won’t say it, then I will.” You state before grabbing Naibs face and pressing it into yours. The Mercenary tries (and he really does) to do anything but melt into your touch. In the end, it proves to be no use. Pulling away, you say: “Naib, there is no one else I love more than you.”
“Thanks for confirming what I already know, babe.”
✦— THE BATTER
Not every affair starts with a heated make-out session, but every heated make-out session ends with the two of you having sex. With your lips entwined as your fingers roam through his hair, the two of you make a mad dash to whoever’s room is closer as playful giggles slip out along the way.
It started as just another way to let yourself go and cut loose a little after another night of terror from Ganji. How could you not tell that the Batter saw you as more than just some fuck buddy? That his eyes weren’t only filled with lust, but love for you and you entirely?
Maybe this can be his way of showing you, whether you get it or not. Whether you understand the soft kisses he lays on your chest. Whether you understand the praises that fall from his lips. Whether you understand it's taken him too long to finally muster up the courage to confess to you.
You’ve stripped each other of your clothes leaving both of you bare naked. The only thing covering you are the multiple hickeys decorating your chest as well as between your legs. The pleasure overrides any pain felt from when he initially pushed his way inside of you. Before you know it, you're babbling all over his cock while he presses gentle kisses all over your face. You look so cute like this—all flushed out and pink.
Ganji's smart, but overlooks your cock drunkenness and traces his finger along your jaw and other places. Eventually, his finger meets your back and traces along your spine. His finger does weird swoops along your backside. It's all just a simple way of telling you 'I love you.' without having to utter a word.
Maybe it's the way you moan out his name as your hips move up and down on his cock. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when he meets them. The Batter's not sure where the courage comes from, but all he knows is that he can't stand another moment of you not being his.
"[name] I- fuck, I love you." He barely manages to grunt out, snapping you from your thoughts to look at him with wide eyes.
"What-?"
It's then he thinks he fucked up. That he has demolished all of the hard work he put into this relationship. This is it. This is the end of your bond.
"No, shit I'm sorry just forget what I said," Ganji mutters out, immediately flipping you over so that your lying down on your back. "I'll make you come real hard if you just forget everything I just said, 'k?" Ganji says with caution in his voice. Maybe you're not the only one oblivious in this relationship of yours.
"Really? You love me?"
Ganji tears his eyes away from wherever he is looking at looks right at you. "Yeah. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. If not for you I don't think I'd ever get the chance to say this," you chimed, pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss first. "Ganji, I love you more than the stars themselves."
✦— THE PROSPECTOR
The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He won’t stop until his sheets are soaked in your combined essences until your scent has been embedded into his mattress, and until he can get the words out to tell you how he feels.
For too long has Norton been labeled as your “fuck buddy” and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove he’s perfect for you. How many people know your favorite book? Your favorite place to relax? Your favorite position? The sensitive spots on your body? Who else knows exactly where to touch and what to say? All he needs you to answer is if you like him or not.
“Shit—always feel so good,” Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows he’s found your sweet spot (again…) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he can’t help but hit the spot again and again, listening as your moans grow louder with each thrust.
The Prospector mutters something under your breath he thinks went by unnoticed. Pulling you from your aroused state to ask him what’s wrong. All he can do is sigh and shake his head as his arms wrap around you. A bit tighter than usual, but not uncomfortable.
“Norton—! What’s the matter?” You manage to huff out. It’s obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. “Fine then,” you tell him “I guess I just won’t let you come.”
Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.
“I’m too scared to say it,” Norton states.
“Why?” You ask.
Norton looks down at where you're still connected. It’s only then you notice he’s stopped. “Because I don’t want it to ruin whatever we’ve got going on. I don’t want to lose everything.” He admits through gritted teeth.
“Do you think it’s that bad that you’d lose everything?” You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.
All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. “God, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining—“ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. “this. A-and I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but you asked so—“
He doesn’t get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. “Silly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.” You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.
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THE ULTIMATE GUIDE: TO THE ULTIMATE FRIENDSHIP. ― rule number one.
pairing: park jongseong x fembodied!reader
summary: sunghoon had been strict to follow the rules written on the list the two of you had written years ago, especially rule number three. but when jay suddenly makes an appearance in your life, he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he broke rule number three a long time ago.
word count: 11,8k
warnings: angst, jealousy, just sunghoon being a bad best friend in general, SMUT ! MDNI . proofread but there may be some mistakes, please don’t be afraid to point them out !
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A GUIDE TO THE ULTIMATE FRIENDSHIP.
Sunghoon saw the list of rules you two had written together every time he opened the top drawer of his nightstand table. The once white, lined paper almost had a yellow tint to it now and your handwriting had smudged to the point where it was practically impossible for Sunghoon to read the already poorly spelled sentences.
Not that he needed to read it, no, he had already memorized what the paper said years ago; long before the words faded and the paper crumbled.
It was the summer break between 4th and 5th grade when you and Sunghoon sat down underneath the big tree in his backyard while drinking some lemonade Sunghoon’s mother had made earlier that summer morning, writing a list of rules.
A list of rules for the two of you to follow in order to have the ultimate friendship.
RULE NUMBER ONE: NO OTHER BEST FRIENDS ALLOWED.
Sunghoon had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. There was not a single memory you could recall where Sunghoon was not there, being practically glued to your hip ever since the two of you were born. In the video your parents had taken of you where you had just learned how to ride a bicycle Sunghoon could be heard cheering for you in the background, just like he was seen secretly blowing the candle out on your seventh birthday.
He could also be spotted in the framed picture hanging off the wall in your parent's room, the picture your parents had asked some poor tourist to take off you when Sunghoon came with your family on a skiing trip when you were fifteen. Everyone who saw the picture always asked who the handsome boy was and if it was your brother, which was almost true - Sunghoon was almost like a brother to you at this point.
A brother.
And with Sunghoon being your best friend and practically a part of your family, why would you ever need another best friend?
Both of your signatures could be found at the bottom of the page, Sunghoon’s first attempt to write his signature was scribbled over as he misspelled his own name and needed you to help him spell it. You had kissed the paper as a final way to seal the contract before forcing Sunghoon to do the same, and Sunghoon remembers shuddering in disgust as he pressed his lips onto the same spot as you - indirectly kissing his best friend, something he never wanted to experience, ever.
After that, you handed Sunghoon the list, telling him that he could keep it; knowing he would forget the rules otherwise knowing how forgetful he could sometimes be. So he did, storing it in the top drawer of his bedside table; where it remained, even ten years later.
‘’Wanna stay for dinner? I think my mom mentioned something about trying some new recipe she found,’’
‘’Can’t. Jay asked me to come over, we still have that English project to finish, remember?’’
A frown formed on Sunghoon’s face, watching as you kept your eyes glued to the screen of your phone. With a groan emerging from the back of his throat, he put his hand over your phone screen; covering whatever it was on your phone that possibly could’ve had you so invested, so invested that you hadn’t been paying any attention to Sunghoon for the last twenty minutes.
‘’But you’re always hanging out with Jay,’’
Sunghoon hated Jay.
Maybe hate wasn’t the right word to describe the feelings he felt towards Jay, maybe it was a little too harsh; dislike was probably a more fitting and less brutal word to describe what he felt towards the boy who had stolen his best friend away from him.
The tall, mysterious and seemingly charismatic boy had suddenly made an appearance in your life three months back. Sunghoon remembers hearing the name Jay trail off your lips for the first time when you were comfortably laying in his bed, watching as he tried clearing a level he had been stuck on for the last couple of weeks. He also remembers just shrugging it off as you told him about how you got partnered up with the new student for your English class as he focused on the monster taking up the screen of his TV instead, both his brows furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking his cheek in concentration.
The second time the name Jay left your lips, he was sitting in the school's cafeteria. He remembers scrolling through his phone while you talked about how easy your English assignment was, and that you had Jay to thank for making it so easy for you. He also remembers you rolling your eyes when he asked who Jay was, before you lightly hit him in the arm for not listening to you.
By the nth time Jay’s name had spilled past your lips, Sunghoon wondered if you had broken the first rule of your contract.
Especially when you suddenly could no longer attend your daily hangouts after school, also known as you going to his house to do nothing for a couple of hours before going home, only to repeat the same thing the next day. You had accompanied him home from school for as long as Sunghoon could remember, so why would it change now, ten years later?
Well, Sunghoon blamed Jay for changing the routine the two of you had kept going for years.
Suddenly, you were too busy accompanying Jay to his house after school instead. To work on your assignment, you had claimed, and that maybe you could come over afterward; if it wasn’t too dark out, that being said - even though Sunghoon had offered you to spend the night multiple times.
You never did come over after you went to Jay’s house nor did you ever spend the night. Sunghoon wondered if it was because you’d rather hang out with Jay, who had managed to snatch you away from him in every way possible, even when he wasn’t even present.
Like right now, for example.
Glaring at the boy sitting in front of you, you rolled your eyes before pushing his big hand away from the screen of your phone. ‘’We study together, Sunghoon. I kind of have to hang out with him.’’ You let out before your eyes wandered back to your phone, Sunghoon watching with the same frown plastered on his face as you typed something out using both your thumbs.
Watching as you typed, he tried changing the subject, not wanting to talk about the boy anymore. ‘’Who are you texting?’’ He tried peeking over your phone, to no avail; he couldn’t even see half of the screen from where he was sitting. Shifting around in his bed, you continued typing with a small smile on your lips, ‘’Jay, he’s asking if he should pick me up.’’
Feeling a lump form in his throat, which he didn’t know was in distress or annoyance, Sunghoon came to the realization he’d never be able to escape the topic of Park Jay; no matter how hard he tried.
‘’Tell him no, I’ll drive you.’’
His voice finally caused you to look up at him, properly this time, the small smile remaining on your lips. Sunghoon knew the smile wasn’t for him, yet it somewhat eased the uneasiness he was feeling from the thought of watching you get in someone else's car, more specifically Jay’s car, when he could easily drive you. ‘’Really?’’ You let out, both your brows raised and the screen of your phone turning off; giving Sunghoon the slightest hope that you wouldn’t turn it back on.
Nodding in response, he snatched the phone out of your hands, not giving you the chance to turn it back on; putting it behind his back. ‘’Only if you promise to pay attention to me for the remaining time.’’ He let out, causing a small chuckle to trail off your lips as you sat up straight against the headboard of his bed.
With your hands finding their way to his face, your soft hands squeezing his cheeks together; Sunghoon felt the lump in his throat completely disappear. ‘’I promise to pay attention to my clingy best friend.’’ You grinned, Sunghoon staring at you in distaste before turning his face away from you; causing your soft hands to slip away from his face. Pretending to wipe your touch away from his cheeks, he shook his head while listening to the giggles trailing off your lips.
‘’First of all, I’m not clingy,’’ He spoke, ‘’Second of all, you’re not my grandma so you have no business squeezing my cheeks like that.’’
Grinning at him, you once again grabbed onto his cheeks, ‘’I might not be your grandma, but I’m your best friend.’’
Fighting back a smile, he once again tried getting away from your grip; both of you laughing and Sunghoon suddenly felt like he was twelve again - when you were his only best friend and didn’t have to worry about you drifting away from him.
You remember when you laid eyes on the boy named Jay for the first time.
With his dark hair slicked back and pieces of hair falling onto his forehead, he had walked into the classroom with his hands shoved down the front pockets of his pants. You were sure he caught not only your attention, but everyone else’s as well; with his hawk-like eyes and sharp features, it was almost impossible not to find him alluring after all.
And with your professor introducing the stranger as Jay who had just moved schools, he had gazed over the class and nodded his head before taking a seat - the class continuing on as if nothing had happened.
Not for you though.
You remember watching him for the next couple of days after that, out of pure curiosity. You remember watching as he mindlessly browsed his laptop as your professor spoke with no open document in sight to take notes, you also remember how he got told off multiple times for having his AirPods in during class; only for him to show up the next day with the AirPods back in his ears. You admired him for that.
It took a week, a week of you as well as everyone else watching him from afar, for the seemingly quiet boy to be announced as your partner for the upcoming assignment.
You remember hearing his voice for the first time when he stood in front of you after class, and how you thought his voice suited him perfectly; the low and deep tone of his voice matching the enigmatic aura that seemed to surround him wherever he went. You also remember feeling baffled the first time you sat down to study, when he seemed to know everything surrounding the subject even though you knew he hadn’t been listening nor had he been taking notes of anything the professor had spoken of.
The once mysterious boy quickly became not so mysterious and you suddenly found yourself being around him more frequently.
You had learned a lot about the boy during the three months you had spent getting closer to him. Like the fact that he had a birthmark shaped somewhat like a heart on the side of his neck for example, a birthmark that you had observed the one time he leaned over you to look at the screen of your computer, or that he always smelled musky, a tone of bergamot following him everywhere he went - the smell engulfing you each time he pulled you into a hug to greet you.
You often found yourself wondering if you were the only one who knew those small things about him, and if the rest of the world still saw him as the mysterious boy you yourself once saw him as.
‘’I was beginning to think you flaked on me.’’
Once again, the woody fragrance you had now grown accustomed to engulfed you as the dark-haired boy towered above you, a playful smirk accompanying his words as you stood outside his front door.
The sky had gotten significantly darker compared to when you got into Sunghoons car, the night sky slowly replacing the orange tone that had decorated the sky just a few minutes prior. A smile formed on your lips as you shook your head, your eyes meeting his; taking a moment to observe his hooded eyes.
You had learned a lot about the boy during the few months you had known him, sure - yet you had the lingering feeling that there was still something about him you had yet to learn.
The feeling washed over you every time you got a glimpse of his eyes, each time leaving you to wonder just what it was that you had yet to learn. You knew he was an only child, you knew his father worked away from home which meant he had the apartment to himself most of the time, you knew his favorite color was purple thanks to the one time he came with you shopping - when he had pointed out one shirt in particular, a purple one, telling you to get it because he thought you’d look good in his favorite color.
You felt like you knew everything there was to know at this point, yet the strange and almost obscure feeling lingered.
‘’You really think I’d do that?’’ You chuckled as he stepped aside, allowing you to step into the dimly lit and quiet apartment. He liked it that way, you had figured out, considering the fact that it was always eerily quiet every time you came over; no radio mindlessly playing in the background, no random show playing on the TV - just simple quietness.
A chuckle emerged from the back of his throat as he watched you take your shoes off, shaking his head. ‘’I’d hope not, I mean, I’d like to consider us friends at this point.’’
The words caused you to look up at him, your lips slightly parted before a small grin spread across your lips. ‘’Should I feel honored? You make it sound like I should,’’ You grinned, successfully kicking your shoe off. Jay rolled his eyes in response, leaning his upper body against the wall behind him. ‘’No, but I think friends reply to each other's messages, no?’’
Lightly hitting his bicep, something Jay had figured out you did when you felt comfortable around someone, you shook your head. ‘’I’m sorry, I was at Sunghoons house and I forgot to reply,’’
The sudden mention of Sunghoon caused Jay to raise one of his eyebrows. ‘’Sunghoon? Let me think,’’ He hummed, squinting his eyes as if he was thinking, ‘’The boy you’re always hanging out with, right? The one you grew up with?’’ This time, it was your turn to roll your eyes after staring at him in disbelief for a moment. ‘’Yes, Sunghoon, the boy I’ve told you about like, what, a thousand times?’’ You let out, squinting your eyes back at him.
Jay had yet to meet Sunghoon, despite attending the same school as the two of you. There had been plenty of instances where they could’ve met, like every time you bumped into Jay in the hallways while casually talking to Sunghoon - your introverted friend, however, always just gave you a quick nod whenever he saw your face lit up upon seeing the other boy; leaving before you even had the opportunity to introduce the two.
You just shrugged it off as Sunghoon being his introverted self, and meeting new people just wasn’t his forte. You, however, had yet to learn about the boy's hatred towards the other boy and the fact that he had no desire whatsoever to meet the boy who had stolen his best friend away.
A smirk formed on Jay’s lips, gently punching you in the shoulder. ‘’I’m just playing, I’m assuming he drove you here?’’ He asked, not taking his eyes off of you as he started walking down the hallway leading to his room. You nodded in response, fixing the bag hanging off your shoulder as you followed him; earning a nod back from the taller boy.
‘’Hopefully I’ll get to meet this infamous Sunghoon one day.’’
‘’Maybe one day.’’
‘’How come you’re taking English classes if you already know all of this stuff?’’
Your question caused a low chuckle to emerge from the back of Jay's throat, not taking his eyes off the book placed in front of him. ‘’I think this is just common knowledge, Y/N,’’ He responded, causing you to frown. ‘’That’s just an indirect way of calling me stupid.’’ You mumbled, tearing your eyes off the boy seated in front of you before returning your gaze to the book placed in your lap.
Jay looked up at you, holding back a chuckle at the sight of you pouting; a small smile forming on his lips as he leaned over the bed, grabbing onto your chin before tilting your head up. Your eyes immediately met his, your eyes wide from his sudden action and the foreign feeling of his rough fingers gently gripping your chin; your eyes traveling down to the smile he wore on his plump lips.
And you almost missed the way his eyes traveled down to your lips, too.
‘’I don’t think you’re stupid.’’
Even though you felt like there was something you didn’t know about the boy, there was one thing you had learned - he wasn’t too big on psychical contact. It took weeks for him to greet you with a hug, only raising his eyebrows at you every time you tried to wrap your arms around him; leaving you feeling both embarrassed and dumb for thinking he’d want to hug you in the first place.
Until one day, he had taken you by surprise when you were waiting for him by his locker; his big hands suddenly grabbing onto your shoulders from behind before spinning you around, laughing at your shocked expression before hugging you for the first time.
After that, despite you stumbling over your words from utter shock from him hugging you without you initiating it, it became a habit to hug each other whenever you greeted one another.
You noticed he grew more comfortable around you as his small, almost unnoticeable touches happened more frequently. You remember him placing one of his hands on your thigh while you were reading something out loud and he wanted to read whatever you were reading too, or the one time he wrapped an arm around your shoulders while walking to the school's library; all while laughing at something you had said.
But this, him touching your face, had never happened before.
Noticing the way your lips separated like you were about to say something, but not a single word leaving your lips; he chuckled at the clearly flustered state you were in before letting go of your chin, going back to leaning against the wall by his bed. ”Plus I think it’d look good on my resume, don’t you think?” You just stared at him for a moment, watching as he went back to reading like he hadn’t just grabbed your chin; clearing your throat in a desperate attempt to hide your now flustered state.
‘’You know,’’ You let out after a while, trying to change the topic, ‘’I keep getting the feeling that there’s something I have yet to know about you.’’
Jay just cocked an eyebrow, he could feel you looking at him; keeping his eyes glued to the page he was reading. ‘’Yeah? And what would that be?’’ He let out, looking up at you before slightly tilting his head. You shrugged, ‘’I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure it out.’’ He just stared at you for a moment upon hearing your words, his eyes meeting yours as silence engulfed both of you.
‘’You want to know what I think?’’
You nodded your head, feeling both confused and nervous from the sudden silence - had you accidentally managed to offend him?
He took a moment to just look at you, his eyes scanning your face; causing you to slightly furrow your eyebrows as his eyes met yours once more. ‘’I think there’s a lot you don’t know about me.’’
The seriousness lingering behind his words caused your facial expression to soften and a chuckle to leave the back of your throat, shaking your head as you tore your eyes off the boy sitting in front of you; Jay, however, kept his eyes on you - watching as you went back to reading whatever page you were on, a small smile plastered on your lips.
You wondered if he was just trying to tease you, make fun of you even; realizing your sudden confession probably sounded like a joke to him, something you blurted out to avoid having him tease you for your flushed state.
‘’Yeah? Like what?’’
‘’Do you want me to show you?’’
His sudden exclamation caused your eyes to immediately dart back up, your eyes immediately being met by his own dark ones. Expecting to be greeted by his usual playful smile, you suddenly grew nervous once more as you realized the playful grin you had expected to see was nowhere to be seen.
No, with his eyes burning into your skin and his head slightly tilted, you realized he wasn’t teasing you.
‘’What?’’ You let out, trying your best to decipher the stern look on his face. It wasn’t unusual for Jay to walk around with a stern look on his face, his hawk-like eyes and sharp features making it look like he was constantly judging everyone around him. But this, the look he was giving you right now? No, it was nothing like the usual stern look he wore on his face.
‘’I said, do you want me to show you?’’
With his eyes still burning into your own, you found yourself unable to look away. His low eyes made it almost impossible for you to tear your gaze off him, desperate to understand what the new look he was giving you meant; even if it meant you had to stare right back at him, looking and feeling dumbfounded.
‘’Show me what?’’ The quietness of his apartment made you wonder if he could hear your heart practically beating out of your chest, suddenly feeling almost naked as he stared at you; his dark eyes piercing into your soul, causing a wave of uncertainty to wash over you. Your voice almost came out in a broken whisper, and you wondered if he even heard you.
The deafening silence almost made you repeat your question, keyword almost; you weren’t sure if you wanted him to respond, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what his response would be.
Jay, however, did hear your question - but he didn’t reply, no, instead he tore his eyes off you to grab the novel he was reading; the noise of him slamming the book shut ricocheting off the walls, almost causing you to jump.
You didn’t even have time to react to the sudden noise before you suddenly felt Jay place both hands on either side of your legs, and before you knew it - he was towering right above you; his arms caging you in.
At that moment, that’s exactly what you felt like; like you were being caged. Like you were being held hostage, with one of his arms now placed against the headboard of his bed where you were comfortably resting your head and the other one placed by your shoulder, you froze.
His face was now only a few inches away from your own, almost feeling his breath fan across your face; the closeness almost causing you to hold your breath as you were unable to do anything but look at him with wide eyes.
The shock of him being so close to you caused your heart to race, his musky scent surrounding you in a way it had never surrounded you before; suddenly being able to smell his shampoo and the mint gum he had been chewing on a few minutes prior. You had been close to him many times before, you had been closer to him than this; like when he hugged you for example, your cheek pressing against his chest as his arms wraps around your figure.
But this? This was completely different from the friendly hugs he usually gave you. This was so much more intimate than all the hugs he had given you combined, his eyes still piercing into your own as you found yourself unable to look away once more - your lips parted and eyes wide as you stared right back at him.
His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, his dark gaze sending shivers down your spine. You desperately tried to say something, to move, anything: but almost like your limbs were frozen in place, you simply couldn’t; feeling like your whole brain had shut down and your vocal cords had never existed in the first place, you were left to do nothing but stare at him in pure shock.
At that moment, you wished that Jay would’ve left some random show to play on the TV, you wished that he’d at least put on some music while you were studying - anything, anything that could distract you from the way his lips were hovering above your own.
Jay’s eyes met your own once more before a low chuckle emerged from the back of his throat, the sudden sound breaking the silence almost causing you to jump once again. You suddenly felt him bop your nose using the hand he had previously placed right by your head, causing you to blink as a small smile formed on his lips, and before you knew it; he was no longer towering right above you.
‘’I’m just playing with you,’’ He laughed as climbed off of you, his musky scent no longer engulfing you and the mint on his breath no longer invading your senses, ‘’God, you should’ve seen the look on your face! What, do you think I’m some sort of serial killer?’’
Letting go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, you forced an awkward chuckle to leave your throat; the uneasiness and confusion lingering in your shaky chuckle being evident. You were quick to tear your gaze off him, almost feeling the need to gasp for air; your cheeks warm and your chest heaving under the shirt you were wearing. You could feel your heart beating and you were almost certain Jay could hear it from across the bed as well, the smile on his lips remaining as he shook his head at your panic, grabbing the book he had disregarded minutes prior.
Like nothing had ever happened, he went back to reading the novel your teacher had assigned you to read; leaving you to uncomfortably shift around in his bed, trying your best to find a comfortable position - trying your best to calm both your racing heart and thoughts.
The thought of Jay almost kissing you didn’t leave your mind for the entire night after that, not even when you found yourself in your own bed hours later - staring at the ceiling as you recalled the feeling of his breath on your face and his scent engulfing you, leaving you to wonder if you had wanted him to kiss you.
The thought remained, even when you woke up the following morning.
Like a stone, it sat in your stomach from the second your eyes fluttered open; only to be greeted by the morning sun peaking through the blinds. On your way to school, the thought still lingered; staring out the window of the passenger seat of Sunghoons car as he mindlessly talked about something, something you couldn’t bring yourself to listen to no matter how hard you tried.
Even during math, the thought of Jay clouded your mind as you desperately tried to focus on the numbers filling your page. But instead, you only stared at the empty paper placed in front of you, the pen you were holding in your hand ghosting over the paper; unable to think about anything but Jay’s body pressing against your own and the way his lips had ghosted over your own.
You, however, despite Jay potentially trying to kiss you clouding your mind; couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were making it all up. Perhaps Jay hadn’t actually tried to kiss you, maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you; maybe he had actually just tried to tease you, he did enjoy seeing you all flustered after all - something you had learned the hard way.
Jay had made you flustered multiple times during your short friendship, more times than you could count. Like when he’d compliment you on the smallest things, for example, the jewelry you chose to wear, or when he’d compliment you on your choice of perfume for that particular day; telling you that you smelled good while pulling you in for a hug to greet you. The smirk he’d wear on his lips every time he’d see your cheeks turn a peachy color made it clear that he enjoyed seeing you like that, making you wonder if he did it purely to make you flustered.
And with the same smirk on his lips, this time while being dangerously close to your face, you were left to wonder if he was in fact just trying to make you flustered.
‘’Are you okay?’’
Sunghoon’s sudden voice caused you to snap out of your thoughts, your eyes landing on the boy walking beside you. With his brows slightly furrowed together, he stared at you; waiting for you to reply. Clearing your throat, you nodded. ‘’Sorry, what were you saying?’’ You mumbled, your gaze returning to the ground underneath you.
A day later, and Jay was still preoccupying your mind; unbeknownst to Sunghoon, who was too busy celebrating the fact that you finally agreed to hang out with him after school. So busy that he almost failed to notice the way you hadn’t been listening to a single word that had left his mouth since that very same morning when he picked you up outside your house, so busy that he almost didn’t notice the way you had only hummed in response to whatever he had said.
Until he eventually did realize, hours later - when you hadn’t uttered a single word for the past fifteen minutes.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, he looked at you; his steps coming to a halt, grabbing onto your wrist to prevent you from taking as much as a single step. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your wrist caused you to look up at him once more, both your eyebrows raised as your eyes met his now concerned ones. ‘’What’s up?’’
You could clearly hear the concern lingering behind his words and for a moment you felt guilty, guilty for making him worry. Letting out a chuckle, you shook your head, ‘’It’s nothing, I just have a lot on my mind right now, college, you know?’’
If things had been different and if Sunghoon hadn’t been your best friend for the past twenty years, he would’ve believed you. But he had known you his entire life and he most definitely did not believe you, he could easily tell there was something more than just college on your mind by just looking at you - leaving him to wonder why you felt the need to hide something from him, a frown forming on his face.
‘’You sure?’’ He asked, scanning your face; trying to find out what it was that was preoccupying your mind, what it was that had you so deep into your own thoughts - to no avail as you only flashed him a bigger smile, causing Sunghoon to poke the inside of his cheek using his tongue.
‘’Cut the bullshit.’’
The smile that you had just worn on your lips slowly faded as your best friend called you out, a frown taking over your features as a small sigh escaped your lips; feeling Sunghoon let go of your wrist, letting his hand fall back down the side of his body. ‘’It’s really nothing,’’ You mumbled, avoiding his gaze; missing the way he rolled his eyes upon hearing your words.
‘’If you say so.’’
Your gaze once again landed on the boy as he continued walking, your eyes landing on the back of his head; another sigh escaping your lips as you debated on whether or not to tell your best friend what was weighing you down.
You trusted Sunghoon. You trusted Sunghoon more than you trusted anyone else. he was your best friend, after all, a brother even. But despite your close relationship with one another, love and everything surrounding the topic was just something you didn’t talk about; no matter what.
Maybe it was because of that one time you told him about the crush you had on one of the boys in your class during middle school and he laughed at you, leaving you feeling both embarrassed and angry, angry that you told him in the first place if he was just going to make fun of you. Or maybe it was because of that one time you had to comfort him after he got rejected, something he refused to speak about ever again; you weren’t sure, but one thing was for sure.
You simply did not talk about those things. Or you didn’t, until what had been on your mind eventually slipped past your lips.
‘’I think Jay tried to kiss me last night.’’
As soon as the words left your lips, Sunghoon regretted ever asking.
A sudden burning sensation spread across his chest, feeling like his heart was caving in; his breath almost hitching in his throat upon hearing your words. Feeling like someone had grabbed onto his heart and ripped it out of his chest, crushing it before stomping on it; he wished he had never asked you in the first place.
He wished he wouldn’t have asked what was on your mind, he wished he wouldn’t have known you so well to the point where he could easily tell that something was wrong - anything, anything to avoid the ache he was suddenly feeling in his chest, an ache he had never experienced before.
Almost feeling the need to grab onto the fabric covering his chest, he froze. Like he was unable to move, he just stared at his car that stood parked in the school's parking lot a few feet away.
‘’Did you kiss him?’’
The words trailed off Sunghoon’s lips before he could even comprehend what he was saying, the words leaving his lips before he could even consider what to say; not sure if he actually wanted an answer to his question.
You just stared at him, confusion washing over you upon seeing his reaction. With his back still facing you, you furrowed your brows; making you wonder if perhaps you shouldn’t have said anything, considering the way his steps came to an abrupt stop and his shoulder tensed. ‘’No,’’ You let out, uncertainty lingering in your voice as you stared at him.
‘’Did you want to kiss him?’’
Squeezing his eyes shut, Sunghoon had to bite his own tongue in order to not say anything else. He didn’t even want to know if you wanted to kiss Jay, no, he didn’t want you to want to kiss Jay; the question slipping past his lips quicker than he was able to think.
Sunghoon wasn’t a religious man, he had never been and he probably never would be either. But at that moment, Sunghoon prayed for the first time in his life; with his eyes squeezed shut, he prayed that you’d say no.
He prayed that you’d laugh, he prayed that you would tell him how you didn’t want to kiss Jay - anything, he prayed for you to say anything other than a yes.
He, however, didn’t know if the silence that followed his question was any better than if you would’ve said yes.
Turning around to face you, he felt the heavy feeling in his chest spread even further as he spotted the look on your face. With your lips pressed into a thin line, you just stared at him; causing Sunghoon’s heart to sink, your silence hurting more than if you were to say yes.
‘’Did you?’’ You bit down on your lower lip as he repeated his question, his brown eyes now staring into your own. You tried to figure out what the look on his face meant, the look that he usually wore on his face whenever he felt disappointed. But he wasn’t disappointed, not right now, he couldn’t be, right? What was there to possibly be disappointed about?
‘’No, I mean, I don’t know,’’ You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders as you spoke. Fighting the urge to avoid his piercing gaze, you nibbled on your bottom lip; the look on his face making you wonder whether he was disappointed or just felt awkward.
The sudden dry chuckle that left his lips, however, told you everything you needed to know. ‘’You don’t know?’’ Almost speaking through gritted teeth, the tone of his voice taking you by surprise; causing you to frown.
‘’Yeah, I don’t know,’’ You let out, your eyebrows furrowed together as he shook his head; another dry chuckle, a chuckle in disbelief, ripping through his chest.
‘’You have to know if you wanted him to kiss you or not Y/N,’’ He argued, not taking his eyes off of you, watching as your eyes widen in surprise. ‘’What? I don’t know Sunghoon, I don’t know if I wanted him to kiss me or not!’’ You defended yourself, confusion washing over you as the boy in front of you only seemed to grow even more agitated the more you spoke.
Letting out a sigh in annoyance, Sunghoon ran one of his hands through his hair in an attempt to somewhat calm himself down, ‘’For fucks sake,’’
‘’Why are you getting mad?’’
Your question caused Sunghoon to freeze, letting his arm fall down the side of his body again, his lips parting like he was about to say something; but with not a single word leaving his lips, the boy remained silent.
You were right, why was he getting mad?
Any other best friend would be happy, happy that their best friend met someone - so why was Sunghoon feeling like someone stabbed him in the heart, and not happy? Why did the thought of his best friend almost kissing another guy, someone who wasn’t him, cause a burning feeling to spread across his chest?
Your big eyes, filled with both surprise and disappointment caused Sunghoons gaze to soften. Realizing he had lashed out at you with no real explanation, confusing both you and himself, he placed his tongue between his teeth. ‘’We’ll hang out some other day, alright?’’ He managed to mumble after a moment of silence, his voice low and you were sure you could hear what sounded like both anger and sadness lingering behind his words.
‘’Sunghoon, wait,’’
The boy had already turned around before you could even utter as much as a word, feeling the need to reach out and grab onto him to stop him from walking away from you; your hand leaving your side, just to retract it just as quickly - realizing it was no use.
He was already walking away, leaving you to stand alone in the school's parking lot.
Feeling both confused and as if someone had just punched him in the face, Sunghoon came to the realization that you had in fact broken the first rule. And maybe, just maybe, he had broken one of the rules himself.
Radio silence.
Sunghoon didn’t pick you up the following day, even though he had picked you up every single day ever since he got his license and even though you stood outside your house at 8 AM sharp - his car never turned the corner, like he always did.
Nor did he text you that night, after leaving you in the parking lot all on your own; leaving you to take the bus as your only ride home left you stranded.
Nothing but utter, complete radio silence.
Perhaps it was your own fault, you thought, you had been zoned out the entire day and completely uninterested in anything he had said after all. But the confusion still lingered, the confusion as to why he lashed out at you; as to what could've gotten him so upset to the point where he grew so aggravated, to the point where he felt the need to leave you with no explanation, no nothing.
Instead, you were left confused, with tears staining your cheeks all the way until the early hours of the morning, but most of all: hurt.
You were left hurt.
The boy now standing in front of you, however, seemed equally as confused with your unannounced presence.
‘’Y/N? What are you doing here?’’ Jay let out in surprise as he opened his front door, only to reveal you standing there; the cold winds sending goosebumps down your arms as you shoved your hands further down your pockets in an attempt to warm yourself up. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his and Jay wondered if your cheeks were red from the cold autumn weather that had slowly been approaching, or if you had been crying.
‘’Can I come in, or is it a bad time?’’
Maybe it wasn’t the most ideal time for you to show up at Jay’s door, completely unannounced, judging by the way his hair was dripping wet and the towel he was holding in one of his hands. But with Sunghoon completely ignoring you and your heart still slightly aching from your best friend being disappointed, angry - whatever it was he was with you, it was obvious to you that he wouldn’t hang out with you today.
Despite it being the one day of the week, the one day when you had promised him to hang out with him, clearing your schedule to go over to his house; sometimes even sleeping over, if he managed to convince you, that being said.
Not today, you guessed.
Jay looked at you for a moment, before a warm smile spread on his lips. ‘’You’re always welcome here, silly.’’
The warmth of Jay’s apartment welcomed you with open arms, shielding you from the cold winds raging outside; mentally scolding yourself for not wearing something warmer. A low sigh escaped your lips as you sat down at the edge of Jay’s bed, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself up. ‘’I thought today was no study day?’’ Jay spoke as he entered the room, his eyes questioning you as he rubbed the towel against his scalp; preventing droplets of water to drop from the ends of his hair.
You looked up at him, your eyes scanning his figure. With nothing but a flimsy tank top covering his chest, the lack of sleeves leaving his biceps out for you to see - you almost felt the need to look away. Almost like you weren’t supposed to be looking at him, your breath hitched in your throat.
Quickly gazing back down at your hands, still rubbing them together to create some warmth, you shook your head in response. ‘’Change in plans,’’ You lightly chuckled, the sound of Jay draping the towel over the door leading into his room causing you to gaze back up at him, reluctant to do so. He looked over at you, his lips parting as if he was about to say something; his eyes meeting yours.
The room fell silent and you wondered if perhaps he could sense how tense you were. Perhaps he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, just from him simply looking at you, all the way across the room; or maybe it was the look in your eyes that gave it away, you weren’t sure.
But one thing was for sure, Jay most definitely noticed something - slightly tilting his head at you.
‘’How come?’’
Now it was your turn to shrug, forcing yourself to tear your eyes off of him; his eyes still burning into your skin as you looked away. ‘’Plans changed, I guess,’’ You mumbled, the room falling silent once more.
‘’Why have you been crying?’’
Jay wasn’t sure if you had actually been crying, or if it was the cold causing a red color to flush your cheeks. Trusting his gut feeling, the words softly trailed off his lips; and judging by the way you immediately looked up at him with wide eyes and your shoulders tensing up upon hearing his words - he realized he was right and that it was, in fact, the first option.
Parting your lips like you were about to say something, you felt like sinking through the ground. You had hoped that the cold would’ve helped you cover up your tearstained cheeks and puffy eyes, and maybe anyone else wouldn’t have noticed; but Jay did notice, and you wished he hadn’t - because then you wouldn’t have to awkwardly laugh it off.
You forced a chuckle to leave the back of your throat, bringing one of your hands to your face as you shook your head. ‘’Crying? It’s just cold out,’’ Pressing the back of your hand against your cheek in an attempt to show him that you were in fact just cold, even though that wasn’t the case; hoping he’d just shrug it off.
He didn’t.
No, instead he just looked at you with his head still tilted, the look on his face making it clear to you that he did not believe your little white lie; not even a little bit. The room fell silent and you wondered if it was disappointment lingering in his dark eyes, disappointment over the fact that you had lied to him.
‘’You don’t have to tell me, you know,’’ He uttered, breaking the silence. His voice was warm as he spoke, nothing like the dagger-like tone that had lingered behind Sunghoon’s words when he had spoken to you, no; Jay’s soothing and sincere voice sounded nothing like the sharp words that had trailed off your best friend's lips. ‘’I just want you to know that I’m here to listen, always.’’
You hadn’t anticipated the lump that was now beginning to form in your throat, nor had you expected Jay to comfort you. You weren’t sure if Jay actually knew how comforting his words were, or if he was even being sincere; but the look in his eyes told you he was and you wondered if he also noticed the tears that had formed in your eyes.
He must’ve, because before you could even blink, you felt him place his weight next to you on the edge of his bed. Your eyes met his once more as he placed one of his hands on top of your thigh, his sudden touch taking you by surprise; but the look in his eyes, however, made you feel even more surprised.
His normally cat-like eyes no longer looked as mysterious to you, not with concern lingering in his dark brown orbs. With his eyes filled with both concern and what almost looked like admiration, you couldn’t help but let the broken sob that had been trying to claw its way out of your throat finally escape.
‘’It’s Sunghoon.’’
Jay was quick to wrap his arm around you before the broken sob could even leave your throat, gently pressing you against his chest before letting his head rest on top of yours. You let the tears that had been threatening to leave your eyes fall, feeling slightly embarrassed for crying in his arms; Jay humming as the name ‘Sunghoon’ trailed off your lips.
Once again, his musky scent engulfed you as his fingers combed through your hair. This time, however, the musky scent you had gotten used to comforted you in a way you had never expected it to - wrapping your arms around his torso in an attempt to get even closer to the boy holding you.
Jay hadn’t heard a whole lot about your so-called best friend, Sunghoon. He knew you grew up with each other and that he had seen him a handful of times in the hallways, but other than that; Park Sunghoon was practically a mystery to him.
But the second his name trailed off your lips, accompanied by your glossy eyes - Jay realized that the name Sunghoon was going to leave a sour taste in his mouth for a very, very long time.
‘’It’s okay,’’ Jay hummed into your hair, his heart clenching as he felt you grab onto him even harder, making him wonder for a split second if you were scared he was going to leave. Maybe you were, perhaps you were afraid he’d leave you on your own; you weren’t sure either, but there was one thing Jay was sure about.
He wasn’t going to let you go.
‘’I’m sorry,’’ You mumbled into his shirt, causing a low chuckle to leave Jay’s lips. You were about to look up at him, his sudden chuckle making you frown into the fabric of his tank top; making you feel stupid. But before you even had the chance to move your head, you felt Jay’s hand slowly slip away from your waist and grab onto the side of your face - making you look up at him.
Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes met his, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. His face was only a few inches away from yours, closer than he had ever been before - his thumb gently stroking your cheek making it even harder for you to breathe. ‘’Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,’’ He let out, ‘’Especially when you have nothing to be sorry about.’’
Maybe if Jay hadn’t planted the idea in your mind, you wouldn’t have kissed him. Maybe if he hadn’t gotten so close, maybe if his smell hadn’t invaded all your senses, and maybe if his rough fingers hadn’t dragged across your cheek; you wouldn’t have placed your hand in the nape of his neck and brought your face towards his own.
But you did, and you almost felt the need to let out a gasp as his plump lips came into contact with your own lips, the tears that had made their way down your face coating your lips.
Jay, however, also felt the need to almost gasp for air as your salty lips came into contact with his own dry ones. He almost pulled away, he almost let you slip away from his grip; and also he knows he probably should. He knows he shouldn’t let you kiss him, he knows he shouldn’t pull you closer and he knows he most definitely shouldn’t let his fingers run through your hair.
But how could he possibly not, when he had wanted nothing else but this for the past three months?
His lips moved against your own with such urgency, such desperation; his fingertips tugging at the roots of your hair as you placed your other hand on the side of his face, bringing him even closer to you. Feeling his tongue suddenly swipe across your bottom lip, you had to fight back from letting a small whine leave your throat; slightly parting your lips, letting his wet muscle come into contact with your own.
The tears that had previously left your eyes were now nowhere to be seen, Jay using his thumb to wipe them away as he helped you straddle him; his lips not leaving yours as you placed yourself on top of his lap. Feeling one of his hands leave your face and drag down your side before eventually resting at your waist, you almost shivered under his touch.
With your fingertips grazing over the water droplets that had dripped onto the skin of his neck thanks to him not properly drying his hair, Jay let out a low groan against your lips; the sudden sensation of your soft fingers tickling his skin causing his grip around your waist to tighten. The feeling of his fingernails digging into your skin caused a gasp to leave your lips, causing you to pull away from the kiss for a split second.
Jay just looked at you for a moment, admiring you; with you on his lap and your eyelashes stuck together from the tears that had spilled past the corners of your eyes, he had to bite down on his lower lip in order to somewhat ground himself - both of your chests heaving up and down from the intense kiss.
‘’Whatever he did,’’ Jay mumbled after a moment of silence, watching his fingers graze over the skin of your cheek as he spoke, ‘’It’s not worth crying over.’’
His soft words almost caused tears to form in your eyes once more, your lips meeting his before they even had a chance to form and drop onto your cheeks, again. This time, Jay was quick to slip his hand under your shirt, his warm hand gently stroking your waist as his rough lips continued to attack yours. The feeling of his hand coming into contact with your skin caused you to unconsciously move around in his lap, a hiss suddenly leaving Jay’s lips as he pulled away.
You were about to open your eyes, a pang of fear shooting through your body as he pulled away; fear that maybe he didn’t want to kiss you. Maybe he realized that letting you kiss him in the first place was a mistake, that he didn’t actually want to - until you suddenly felt his wet hair come into contact with the skin of your neck, that being said.
Followed by a water droplet dropping knot your skin, you felt him press a soft kiss right underneath your ear; causing you to tilt your head to the side, your eyes fluttering shut once more as your lips parted at the sensation. Leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, his rough lips accompanied by his tongue occasionally swiping across your skin; a low whimper emerged from the back of your throat.
‘’Jay,’’ You whimpered, your head still tilted to the side, giving the man easy access to your neck. Nibbling on your skin, he hummed; the vibrations as well as his hand still gently stroking the side of your body causing another whine to spill past your lips. ‘’Can you take my mind off it, please?’’
Your soft whisper caused Jay to detach his lips from your neck, his eyes meeting yours once more. He slightly tilted his head, using his thumb to swipe across your bottom lip as you stared at him; your eyes wide and Jay could practically see the desperation inside of them. ‘’How would I do that?’’ He let out, his voice low as his gaze landed on his thumb, watching as your bottom lip followed his movements.
You stared at him for a moment, the feeling of his rough fingers pressed against your bottom lip almost making you feel dizzy. ‘’Can you make me feel good?’’
Jay’s eyes widened for a split second as the words rolled off your tongue so softly, so softly that he almost missed them and he probably would’ve, if the apartment hadn’t been so quiet. His movements stopped, the pad of his thumb remaining on your bottom lip as his eyes met yours once more.
He looked for any type of doubt, any type of sign; a sign that giving into the urges he had carried around with him for months at this point would be a bad idea, something he’d regret later on; but there was none, no matter how hard he looked.
No, instead he was met with your lustful eyes; your eyes filled with what Jay could only identify as the very same lust he himself was feeling. ‘’You want me to make you feel good?’’ He breathed, not taking his eyes off of you as he spoke, still looking for any type of warning sign telling him not to do it.
You nodded in response, ‘’Please.’’
And as soon as your soft voice filled the room and confirmed for Jay that you, in fact, wanted him, you suddenly felt yourself being thrown on the bed; with Jay suddenly towering above you - just like he had done two days prior. This time, however, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your own.
‘’I’ll make you feel good, okay?’’ He grunted, resting his forehead against your own. His words caused a whimper to leave your lips, eagerly nodding your head in response. ‘’’Just wanna have you, Jay,’’ You whimpered, wrapping your hands around his neck.
A low hiss left Jay’s lips as he dipped his head in the nape of your neck, his lips latching onto your sensitive skin once more; this time, however, his kisses were much rougher and the grip he had around your waist only hardened as he buckled his hips into your own. A whine emerged from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, a small wet patch forming in your underwear as his crotch pressed against your own; one of your hands gripping onto his wet hair.
‘’I’ll make you forget everything but my name.’’
A loud gasp left your throat as he pressed his hips against your own once more, this time even harder, his teeth sinking into your skin; not even giving you the time to process what he had just said. Letting your hands get tangled into the wet locks covering his neck, you slightly tugged at his hair - earning a low grunt from him in return as he gently rolled his hips against your crotch.
You weren’t sure if this was the best way to take your mind off what had been weighing you down, or Sunghoon, more specifically. It wasn’t like you intended to end up under Jay, with his lips attached to your neck and his crotch grinding against your own when you showed up at his house, no, you thought maybe he could distract you and your wandering thoughts by maybe catching up on your English assignment.
This, however, feeling his rough fingers roam your body and his lips decorating your skin seemed to be working much better than studying ever could.
You hadn’t even noticed the way Jay had slowly begun to kiss down your neck, now letting his teeth nibble on the skin surrounding your collarbones; his hand that had previously been stroking your side was now gently pulling the fabric of your shirt further up your stomach, the cold air coming into contact with your now very hot, exposed skin causing you to whimper.
His lips suddenly left your skin, the loss of contact causing you to open your eyes and look down at him; only to be met by him already looking at you. His eyes were low, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he slowly moved down the bed - placing feather like kisses on top of your stomach while doing so. Your lips parted as you watched him kiss down your stomach, hooking both his arms under either side of your legs as he placed himself between them.
Keeping his eyes on you, he placed a kiss on the inside of your clothed thigh. ‘’Are you sure about this?’’ He mumbled against your thigh, still pressing small pecks on the inside of your thigh as he spoke. You quickly nodded, your hands finding their way back to his hair; your fingertips running through his now slightly dry hair. ‘’Please,’’ You whispered, nibbling on your bottom lip in anticipation.
A low chuckle left his throat, pressing one last kiss onto the inside of your thigh before his hands slipped off your hips; slowly making their way toward the zipper of your pants. ‘’Since you asked so nicely,’’ He mumbled, his fingers playing with your zipper, ‘’How about we take these off?’’
His eyes met yours once again, your head bobbing up and down in a nod once more; feeling the wet patch that had formed in your underwear grow more and more with each passing second. Only smirking at you, his gaze landed on your core as he unzipped your pants before helping you pull them down your legs - leaving you with nothing but your underwear on and your shirt scrunched up by your chest.
Jay immediately spotted the wet patch that had formed on the cotton fabric covering your hole, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight; having to hold back a groan from leaving his throat as he placed one of his fingers against your clit, slowly letting it run up and down your clothed core.
The sudden sensation caused a gasp to trail off your lips. The back of your head hit the pillow placed behind you, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt the fabric of your underwear drag up and down your slit. ‘’Is this what a little bit of kissing does to you, hm?’’ Jay cooed, causing you to whimper as he applied some pressure to your clit. ‘’Jay,’’ You whined, your voice almost coming out in a broken whisper. Another chuckle left Jay’s lips as he used his other hand to gently stroke your thigh, leaning down to press a kiss on top of your clothed clit.
‘’I know, I know,’’ He mumbled, hooking one of his fingers under the fabric of your underwear, ‘’I’m not going to tease you, baby.’’
The nickname rolling off his tongue accompanied by the cold air hitting your now wet core as he pulled the fabric to the side caused a low moan to leave your lips, grabbing onto his hair even harder. Jay bit down on his bottom lip as your wet slit was fully revealed to him, once again letting his fingers run up and down your slit. This time, the moan that trailed off your lips as your arousal coated his finger caused him to slightly buck his hips into the mattress underneath him - finally letting his tongue come into contact with your core.
The feeling of his plump lips latching onto your clit with no warning whatsoever caused a gasp mixed together with a moan to rip through your chest, his tongue swiping against your clit causing your head to sink even further into the pillow. Using one hand to gently stroke your inner thigh while his tongue circled around your clit, a low grunt left his throat as he felt you tug at his hair even harder.
‘’Fuck,’’ You let out, taken aback by Jay’s eagerness - expecting him to go slow on you. Jay, however, had no plans on going slow on you; you wanted him to take your mind off things, didn’t you?
You suddenly felt him place his other hand by your entrance, his lips still wrapped around your clit; another low gasp leaving your lips as you felt one of his fingers trace the outside of your entrance. Jay let out a low hum of satisfaction upon feeling the amount of arousal spilling out of your hole, the vibrations causing you to arch your back.
Before you knew it, he was slipping one of his fingers into you with ease; your slick walls welcoming his finger, the feeling causing both you and Jay to let out a moan. Jay gave you no time to get used to his finger filling you up before suddenly curling it, and judging by the whimpers that were leaving your lips, Jay realized he must’ve found your g-spot.
Jay knew nothing about Sunghoon, your so-called best friend, but as he heard you whimper underneath him; he wondered if Sunghoon had ever had the opportunity to make you feel as good as he currently was.
The thought caused a burning feeling to spread across Jay’s chest, and he decided that if Sunghoon had ever made you whimper like you currently were; well, in that case, he was going to make you feel better than anyone else had ever made you feel before.
Feeling him slip yet another finger into you, another broken gasp left your lips as he began thrusting them out of you, before plunging them back into you. His tongue was still playing with your clit, the combination of both his tongue and his fingers caused you to squeeze your eyes shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over you.
‘’Jay,’’ You moaned, feeling a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach; Jay’s fingers thrusting into you while his tongue left kitten licks on your clit causing you to almost buck your hips against his face. Jay looked up at you, smirking against your cunt as he spotted your face.
With your hair spread out on the pillow and your lips slightly parted, you looked just like what Jay had fantasized about in the darkness of his room while tugging at his own cock, broken whimpers of your name spilling past his slips each and every time.
Only this time, it was broken whimpers of his name spilling past your lips, not the opposite; and Jay wondered if you had ever thought about him like this before, too.
Thrusting his fingers into you, he curled his fingers; both his fingertips grazing against your g-spot as he wiggled his fingers inside of you. Keeping his eyes on you, he watched as broken moans and whimpers left your lips as you tried your best to stay still; to no avail. How were you supposed to stay still, when Jay was currently fingering you unlike no one else had ever done before?
Jay held back a chuckle as he watched your chest heave up and down, your legs slightly shaking and threatening to lock him in place; not that he would’ve complained, if it was up to him, he’d spend all eternity between your legs - just to hear the sweet moans that left your lips as his tongue swiped against your clit and as his fingers got coated in your arousal.
‘’Fuck, wish I could take a picture of you right now,’’
Jay’s sudden muffled confession caused you to whimper, clenching around his fingers; which most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Jay. Cocking an eyebrow in surprise, you felt him chuckle against your cunt. ‘’Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’’
‘’Fuck, Jay,’’ You whined in response, feeling your orgasm approaching; which Jay did, too. feeling your walls beginning to clench around his fingers was the first sign that you were close, plus the fact that you were unknowingly trying to get away from his grip; your hips lifting off the mattress every now and then as he hit just the right spot with his finger or as he sucked on your clit.
Detaching his lips from your clit, panting from the lack of oxygen as he pressed a sloppy kiss against your inner thigh; his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. ‘’Are you close, baby?’’ He let out, to which you only nodded in response.
You wanted to tell him how good he was, how incredibly good he was making you feel and how close you were to making a mess all over his fingers; but you simply couldn’t. Almost like you had gone mute, the words refused to leave your throat; your throat dry as you panted, trying your hardest to form a sentence.
Jay, however, noticed how you were struggling to speak as you began to move your hips in sync with his fingers in an attempt to chase your high, the sound of the base of his fingers coming into contact with your sticky entrance filling the room combined with your heavy panting and low whimpers.
Smirking against your thigh, he placed one last kiss onto the skin of your thigh. ‘’Then be a good girl and cum for me.’’
Curling his fingers one more time, harshly wiggling them around caused the knot that had formed in your stomach to finally snap. Letting your hands fall onto your sides, grabbing onto the sheets as your orgasm washed over you in an attempt to ground yourself; a high-pitched moan ripping through your chest as Jay felt you coat his fingers with your cum. Watching as your hole swallowed his fingers, Jay bit down on his bottom lip - hoping he’d one day get to experience you clenching like that around his cock.
‘’Good girl, that’s a good girl,’’ He cooed, gently stroking your thigh as your body trembled underneath him. ‘’Look so pretty cumming for me.’’
Once he felt your body beginning to relax, he slowly slipped his fingers out of your hole; placing a soft kiss against your now sensitive clit, making you whimper as you shook your head. Sitting up straight, he wiped his mouth using the back of his hand before once again climbing on top of you. A small smile formed on his lips as he came face to face with you, the fucked out state of you making him feel accomplished.
Using the hand he hadn’t used to fuck you, he gently stroked your cheek in an attempt to make you open your eyes. His smile only widened as your eyes fluttered open, you looking up at him through low eyes; his hand running through your head to help you come down from your high. ‘’You did really good,’’ He mumbled, leaning down to press a soft kiss on top of your forehead.
His words caused a small smile to form on your lips as you wrapped both arms around his neck once again. ‘’You did really good.’’ You mumbled in response, your eyes heavy and your whole body feeling slack from the overwhelming orgasm you had just experienced.
A chuckle was heard coming from the boy above you, his fingers still threading through your now messy hair. ‘’Did I manage to take your mind off it?’’ He asked, his eyes meeting yours. You only nodded in response, too tired to properly respond - which was more than enough for Jay. Leaning down once again, he pressed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth. ‘’How about you spend the night, hm?’’
Pulling him closer to you, his musky scent engulfed you for the nth time that day; nodding your head once more, feeling Jay press a soft kiss against your shoulder as he hummed against your skin.
While Jay definitely had managed to take your mind off Sunghoon, you hadn’t left Sunghoon’s mind; not even once, no matter how hard he had tried to distract himself. And maybe, just maybe, if Sunghoon would’ve texted you five minutes earlier that day, you actually would’ve seen the message about him asking to come over.
And maybe, just maybe, if Sunghoon would’ve texted you five minutes earlier that day, you actually would’ve seen the message about him asking to come over.
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.manjiro sano fem x reader
a/n: was hit with insomnia mixed with a little manjiro brainrot last night after staring at too many images of him before bed that brought the inspo for this piece. mikey is so precious i just had to get this out of my mind when it came up.*⋆.✩
warn: NSFW 18+mentions- use of pet names // intercorse // smut // public sex //
.boyfriend manjiro that you can visually tell is obviously pleased by seeing you squirt and cum on his dick in the bathroom of his favorite ramen restaurant after one of his officers meetings. your head spinning, in a tizzy you felt elated as he purred, 'baby, wanna hear you moan for me.' your heart lept feverishly at his words, ' 'jiro, ..ssh, not here!' shocked at his sudden boldness you murmured softly as you could despite attempting to in that moment not make any one aware of the lewd, wet noises that were coming from the stall where mikey was railing you thoroughly.
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it was late one evening when you and your boyfriend and the other captains from toman decided to go celebrate with a few drinks ever since they won the most recent battle they'd fought and you figured that you would invite them out after their meeting ended because they all had really deserved to unwind and have a fun night. pretty much every member was excited to go to their favorite local food destination that they got to visit sometimes, and your bf manjiro was no exception.
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you however were ecstatic, seeing as it had been the first time in weeks since you could go out on a date together thanks to how occupied he always was with being the boss of the most elite biker gang around lately but he feels you honestly do understand him. he makes you aware of all the things that go on with them and you know all of what he does to maintain his position which over the time that you've spent together you really learned what it means to be in a relationship with the fearless leader of the tokyo manji gang.
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they decided to challenge each other to a drinking competition based off a game played with a regular deck of cards that you had recognized and been somewhat familiar with from your childhood. while the evening progressed, you noticed how all around you everyone was laughing more and getting tipsy from the copious amount of booze they were taking in from playing the adult rendition of the kids game.
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about 45 minutes in you began to feel a little buzz from your overly sweetened cocktail you were idly nursing that mikey happily picked out for you when you arrived and it left a tingling feeling in your mouth making your lips pucker whenever you took a sip of it. after almost getting to the bottom, the drink was really beginning to mess with your vision so glancing up after who knows how long you found your blonde haired partner positively beaming with the biggest smile painted on his face looking over at you and it felt as if your body would melt away. if you were being completely honest mikey had a strange kind of twisted spell over your mind and definitely your body. he was your muse and couldn't allow yourself to ever find doubt in him.
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when both of you were first introduced he was always nervous and so shy. in the beginning, if you came around the group he would be so fussy with every little thing down to the last detail wanting it to be perfect when you were with him. he would always make the cutest faces when ever you would catch him sometimes from a distance admiring you when he thought you wouldn't notice him. the first time you showed up after a small afternoon gathering for toman, he didn't have any clue who you were just that you were one of chifuyu's classmates that he would bring up sometimes in conversations once in a while to hint at a possible hookup between you two (and later you couldn't have thanked him enough♡)
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leaning in, he crashed lightly with his clumsy drunken lips against your earlobe and you could hear he was breathless. 'need you baby, right now..' he pulsed into you intently as he was fixated, deeply inhaling your scent. you could feel his heat rising in a place from where he had discreetly placed your hand over his member that was madly aching under you beneath the table. his stiff grasp against your thigh tightened every time he saw you smile at one of his friends jokes and when you noticed it, you turned and saw the rosy flush that had spred over his cheeks from the few drinks he had. you thought about how his face was so sexy, filled with adoration for you that you'd cum on the spot. though the moment when he started pawing up your skirt and eyeing you hopefully, you knew that would get what you desired.
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after you gave him a subtle nod to confirm, nothing could prepare you for the way he basically flew towards the bathrooms with you in hand to 'use' the restroom when you caught sight of the other captains all looking subtly amused, some shaking their heads as they saw your noticeably aroused lover urgently lead you away from the table to some where he could be alone with you, unable to contain himself any longer as you tried to kindly excuse yourselves.
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he was so needy and simply couldnt wait to fill you up, knowing how his unit fit so well inside you as he shoved your pretty skirt on the petal pink dress you were wearing to the side and forced apart your ever wanting thighs while you waited there, begging him to penetrate you. he entered and as he did his ebony irises watched quietly making sure that he got up in you without hurting you but still deeply inside enough for him to hear you hum knowing how much you loved when he forced himself all the way in.
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the cold steel on your back from the metal divider of the bathroom stall felt jarring against your skin startling your body in sharp comparison to the pleasure he was sending flowing through you. you'd wished that you could both be at home right now in an actual bed, where you could really ride and fuck him with passion. also because of the fact that it's his favorite position to see you in, naked on top of him pleasing yourself with his dick as he pumps up into you while he eagerly watches your display, completely mesmerized.
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he bit his teeth down, sucking on the small exposed part of your chest from the dress you had on, leaving his personal love notes that were so tender it made you mewl in his praise. he saw as you tried holding your hand over your mouth and giggled at the combination of how cute you looked in that moment and the feeling of your fluids running down his shaft that was pulsing, preparing him for what he was looking to achieve to you all along.
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his thrusts he was putting up in your cervix had you on the edge of tears and when he noticed how you were in ecstacy, mumbling his name he quipped into your ear, 'mm, s' good baby.. cum for me.' while pumping his cock without remorse until you felt like you were going to break 'ah,m-manjiro!' your small plea escaped as natural as the air you breathe. there was no stopping yourself as you called out the name of your beloved who'd give you anything you desired especially the climax you were chasing that you so craved.
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the two of you had lost control at around the same time when you heard both draken and baji's voices as they came in the bathroom to take a leak. they were mid conversation as you attempted to hold his body close to yours, in vain to silence the filthy sounds leaving your bodies in the stall that you both resigned, since mikey refused to listen to your desperate hushes and kept burying his dick inside of you, bouncing in and out of your folds that were so wet from how gratifying he was.
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'i love you babe♥︎.' he hummed on your ear smugly as he stared up at you with a small satisfied grin before snuggling his face in your neck, leaving your heart in a frenzy from how his soft skin felt touching on yours. his bulging tip found your sweet spot and it took all of your power not to yelp out in relief as you started to spill your juices all over his cock again as you heard him exclaim ' just like that for me, ..m' gonna cum too bab- '
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the hushed faint laughter quickly exited the wash room area and you heard the door close behind them. 'heh, shit think they heard us?' he smiled at you while still chasing his release. 'no, duh manjiro you are always so loud.' you quirked at him. '..mm sorry darling.' he proudly almost sang, pulling you closely as he brought his lips, pressing them against yours while pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around tempting you to play with his too. if there was one thing, he could care less about what his crew mates opinion of him was cause they knew at the end of the day that he was the one that they answered to. in that moment you could have cared less either, you were focused on only him.
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lifting you up by your hips, manjiro felt his body getting closer to his limit and at the point he was at he felt when his knees started to shake slightly as he fucked up in you with devotion. you'd felt your third release start to come on and he left you in sheer bliss from how good he was using his unit to work your insides. you could feel the tight knot around your abdomen begin to unwind and with such intensity that you started to sob, 'm-manjiro fuck, i love you!' as you came crazily again with charisma.
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his onyx eyes started to sparkle at the sincerity and fondness in your words and how truly he felt you meant them for him and he began whining your name as he started to release, quickly pulling out his cock soaked with your juices before any of his could spill up inside. 'fuc-' he breathlessly spoke after a moment, unable to manage finishing his thought let alone get a single other word out. your body slowly regaining what was some form of consciousness, hoisted yourself up with what little strength had came back to you, as you affectionately made out lazily while you both tried to recover your energy.
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you knew in that moment, that you loved manjiro sano more than any one or thing else and you would do absolutely anything for him, cause we all know that mikey gets what mikey wants, no matter what or when he wants it.
#manjiro sano#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokyo rev#tokyo manji gang#toman#sano mikey#tr#manjiro smut#bonten#manjiro x reader#tokyo rev x y/n#tokrev smut#sano manjiro x reader#mikey x y/n#tr x reader#manjiro#sano#sano mikey smut#manjiro sano x y/n#mikey x reader#tokrev manjiro#smut#tr fanfic#tokrev x reader#sano mikey y/n
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Pronouns, my beloved!
Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏
นี่คุณจะไม่เลือกผมจริง ๆ ใช่ไหม /nee, khun ja mai leuuak pom jing jing chai mai?/
-> คุณ /khun/ = polite, formal 2nd pers. pronoun
-> ผม /pom/ = polite, formal, respectful male 1st pers. pronoun
As Mahasamut is the younger one, he might just keep using ผม /pom/ throughout the entire show, just as Sky did in LITA. What he calls Tongrak is surely gonna change though! คุณ /khun/ feels too distant for P'May characters - even LomNuea in Wedding Plan, who met in a professional context and long kept using คุณ /khun/, ended up switching to the more familiar and informal พี่ /phi/ to refer to Lom.
So my predictions include:
a variation on his name, e.g. Rak, instead of any pronoun (like Prapai calling Sky just Sky, no pronouns), or later down the line maybe just ที่รัก /thee rak/ (= lit. beloved, comparable to darling, honey etc.) as it's sweet and would be a lovely switcheroo from Tongrak ต้องรัก /dtawng rak/ (= have to love)
a more intimate pronoun like เธอ /ter/ (based on YiwaMarine from Wedding Plan foregoing seniority by having younger Rine call her older girlfriend เธอ /ter/ for most of the show)
or simply พี่ /phi/ (as a 2nd pers. pronoun) which- I was just considering how that might not be sweet enough for a P'May top but then the sheer potential of P'Rak พี่รัก /phi rak/ sounding so close to ที่รัก /thee rak/ occurred to me and now I'm gonna need that to happen!!
ต่อให้ผู้ชายทั้งโลกเหลือแค่นายคนเดียวอะ ฉัน ก็ ไม่ เอา /dtaaw hai phuu chaai thang lohk leuua khaae naai khohn diiao a- chan. gaaw. mai. ao./)
-> นาย /naai/ = informal male 2nd pers. pronoun (it's kind of filed away as the male equivalent to เธอ /ter/ in my head, even though เธอ /ter/ is perfectly usable regardless of gender but might sound too flirty to Tongrak, maybe?)
-> ฉัน /chan/ = informal, familiar 1st pers. pronoun, not respectful or polite but also not impolite; used when speaking to someone younger/of lower status or between equals, is used predominantly by women, and in turn by men when talking to women
I love this choice so much! 1) Because both ฉัน /chan/ and นาย /naai/ rarely make an appearance in BL, from male characters, even though they delight me every time I do hear it in a BL (e.g. NuerSyn in Cutie Pie calling each other นาย /naai/ for a good long while), and 2) because ฉัน /chan/ can give both Mafia Boss (as can นาย /naai/) as well as Sassy and no, I shan't elaborate 5555
My prediction is that these too might change. ฉัน /chan/ here feels like- attitude? almost? Like both a level of self-confidence as well as some sass so I'd wager that mellows out into:
พี่ /phi/ (as a 1st pers. pronoun)
or he might just as well keep using ฉัน /chan/ (if paired with เธอ /ter/ for example that's like prime romance trope right there lol)
or, which I think is most likely, he'll just use his own name or variation thereof, e.g. Rak.
I remember seeing Peat tweet something aaaages ago when the announcement for Love Sea first dropped where he called Fort 'Mut' -
/diiao juuhr gan loei, ai moot/ = See you then, Ai'Mut!
Except this is spelled differently from Mahasamut's name because หมุด /moot/ (= pin/needle) is the phonemic spelling of the last syllable in มหาสมุทร /ma haa sa moot/. So! I think it's entirely possible that Tongrak's gonna call him Mut หมุด or Nong Mut น้องหมุด in the future.
คุณต้องรักมหาสมุทร /khun dtawng rak mahaa samoot/
= Khun Tongrak Mahasamut
= You have to love the ocean.
= You have to love me.
The Thai title is ต้องรักมหาสมุทร /dtawng rak mahaa samoot/ = TongrakMahasamut; Gotta Love the Sea; Gotta Love Mahasamut
#love sea the series#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#thai bl#local woman harps on about linguistics#this was a ramble and a half 💀 feel free to ask follow-up questions if i just confused y'all dear babyfeat
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𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰'𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
pairing: tommy miller x fem!reader
genre: smut, soft enemies to lovers, minors dni
word count: 3.4k
summary: when you met him the first time him and his brother was your captor, months later he becomes yours, and quickly after that he become a resident of Jackson. You've already forgiven him for his past, but he's not happy with how eager you are to excuse what he's done.
warnings: tommy having a hero complex, tommy lashing out, piv sex, time skips, oral (giving & receiving)
a/n: the format I've written this in is inspired by @littlemisspascal 's getting lost is being found joel fic, which I highly recommend by the way it was amazing, one of my favorite things ever 💜
i.
The world went to shit, well joke on the world, your life was already shit long before outbreak day.
It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Nothing just seemed to work out for you. But then all hell broke loose and suddenly it felt like you were off the hook, that you could be someone else, someone you always wanted to be. Someone that you knew you were. Before all this, you were just hurt, felt broken, but still smiled and went about your day. You tried to be good. Tried to be nice. For the most part, you like to think that you succeeded.
You became a guide. Somewhat similar to Charon, if you spared yourself the thought but instead of guiding the dead to Hades, you guided the living away from it. Things went smooth for the most part, you helped people where they needed to go, killed infected, shot down those who shot first. It was the oddest type of freedom that you felt.
But life had other plans, and life loved to point its middle finger right into your face.
It’s a dad and his two kids this time, you were helping them get to the nearest QZ. You cut the fence, helped them through, you knew hunters were lurking nearby, people who survived on killing and stealing—vultures.
You feel a tight grip on your neck and you’re being violently pulled back. The kids look back at you with horror lingering in their eyes, the dad eager to pull them away. With a deep breath, you manage to force out a smile.
“Go!” you shout. “You’re almost there!”
And they run, they run as fast as they can.
“Fuck!” you hear one of them say, a deep souther drawl heavy in your ear. “Shit, they got away. They had good weapons on them too.”
“At least we got the one,” the man that holds you answers. “Let’s go back, see what this one has.”
“Let me the fuck go!” you struggle, attempting to elbow him in the stomach. “You fucking assholes. They were fucking kids.”
Finally one comes into view, he’s broad—broad enough to stun you into silence. The fear of death lurks around your heart, sucking you into a black pit of realizing that this might be it. He has a glare that could kill, a hooked nose, and, most importantly, a gun. This man, you notice, this man would kill you in a heartbeat. He gives you one last once-over before tilting his head to the other holding you down.
“Knock her out, Tommy.”
ii.
It’s late. Far too late for anyone to be awake. The embers of the crackling fire had died down, only specks of golden orange shimmering between the ash. You’ve learned the names of your captors; Tommy and Joel. Brothers, you assumed, they didn’t really have to spell it out for it to be obvious.
You’re not sure why you’re still alive. You remember Joel muttering something about using you as bait, or to learn more about the routes that you seemed to know. Tommy had agreed.
In another life, another time, you would’ve deemed the men attractive. Especially Tommy. He had a boyish charm to him, longer hair compared to his brother (those poor dark locks had definitely seen better days), and mussed unkempt facial hair indicating that they’d been at this for a long time. You understand, to a degree, why someone might choose this to survive. Some people just didn’t know what else to do. Some people simply enjoyed it; the power, the freedom, the giddiness of not having a system to say no.
From what you understand, these two just had no idea what else to do. Too far off to reach a QZ, or they simply don’t trust FEDRA, whatever it is they seem to have made a life for themselves neither of them looked happy to be in.
Your eyes fall to where Joel is sleeping, Tommy’s on watch, which makes you somewhat hopeful, you don’t have the strength to piss off Joel—Tommy you can take a chance with, he seemed softer. Softer like a rose, pricking you if you’re too lax and not careful enough.
You’ve been captured before, and due to that, it doesn’t take long for you to free yourself from the hard ropes they tied you in. You hold your breath as you move away from the camp, careful not to step on any branches or rubble. You see Tommy ahead, he’s looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. You expect him to shoot, to chase after you.
He continues to stare as you disappear into the night.
ii.
You see a lot of dead bodies by the riverbed. Some infected, some not. You think about turning around, walking back to where you came from but before you can make a decision you’re surrounded. Your hands rise instantly, not wanting to cause trouble. Multiple rifles are pointed directly at you, and you notice a cute black dog but you have an inkling you won’t be feeling the same in a couple of minutes.
“I’m not here to cause trouble,” you say, the cold seeping through your jacket. “Just lost. I’m not infected.”
“Naive for you to think we’ll believe you,” one of the horsemen answers. “You mind if we test that out?”
You didn’t mind, but even if you did, you doubt you have any say in the matter. The dog comes forward, ears pressed against his skull, and you instinctively reach out your hand. You can’t really feel the wetness of his nose, but you can imagine it as he presses into your gloved palm. A moment later he starts wagging his tail.
A horse, along with its rider, steps up and everyone looks nervously at the equestrian. You straighten yourself and notice that even the dog pulls away, the energy she has demands respect, and oozes power. You swallow, looking up at her with both amusement and fear.
"You can come with us," she says, and without hesitation, one of the men helps you up onto the horse they're riding. Your hands fumble nervously as you grab onto the horse's shoulders, trying to steady yourself.
You’re not dead yet so you must be doing something right.
iv.
You trudge through the biting snow, your skin prickles with cold and the relentless flakes melt as soon as they touch your skin. You shudder. The cold is almost unbearable, but everyone has to pull their weight, no exceptions. Narrowing your eyes,, you spot a lone figure struggling in the snow. The way he moves is sluggish and ungainly, like a snail inching its way along a path.
With a sharp whistle, you signal to your companions to follow. They circle around the body with hesitation; it’s a man, a man that is somewhat familiar to you. The stranger groans and turns to his back, chest heaving heavily, you notice the tremble of his lips, the redness of his nose. You even notice the build-up of snow in his hair.
You know him. You have no idea how he ended up all the way here, but you know him. Getting off the horse, you shake your head. You don't know him, not really. You only know his name and what he represents.
Ian approaches, his eyes questioning as he asks, "What should we do? Should we leave him?"
“I know him,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice due to the irony. “Let’s take him in. I’ll talk to Maria.”
His eyes flutter open, a brief expression of confusion appearing on his features. You can’t help but lean over a bit, hands placed on your hips.
“You’re not dead yet. Don’t worry.”
But as soon as the words leave your lips, Tommy loses consciousness.
v.
He’s alone at the bar. He’s always alone.
Initially, Maria was reluctant to let Tommy stay, but for some reason, you vouched for him. You deeply believe that everyone deserves a second chance. A slightly foolish, maybe even childish, thought on your part but you can’t help it. In his eyes you only see parts of a broken man, his belief in the world shattered and gone with the wind.
Tommy struggles with socializing. He says hi and good morning but that’s pretty much all anyone can get out of him. You’re the only one who knows he has a brother, what he’s done. He’s especially annoyed when you’re around, which you think is a little bit unfair but you digress. He does what he’s told and handy with most things—which is lucky for you, you would hear a handful if he couldn’t do anything.
You want to talk to him, you have ever since you first saw him again. Hoping that this time it’ll be different, you sit near him not next to him. There are two empty seats between you two.
“Hi,” you greet him, he doesn’t look at you. In fact, he doesn’t acknowledge you at all. “How are you?”
No answer.
“You’re not having any issues right? You know, heating, water pressure, all that jazz.”
You’re not surprised at the least when he gets up and leave, not a word uttered. He pushes past the crowd and disappears through the door, into the cold. Unlike other times, this is the first instance where anger simmers hot in your gut. You’ve been nothing but patient. But not tonight. He’s going to talk to you whether he likes it or not.
With anger in your steps, you storm out. Luckily, he’s not far. You find him staring up at the undecorated Christmas tree. Normally, you would find it a somber sight, but you’re too frustrated to think about how good he looks with snow falling around him.
“Tommy!” you yell out, and he flinches, head snapping to you with wide eyes. “What the hell is your deal?”
“My deal?” he answers, voice eerily smooth and calm. “I should be fuckin’ asking you that.”
You’re standing an inch from him, the cold biting into your skin. “My deal? I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Wouldn’t wanna play that card but may I remind you that you’re fucking alive because of me? You could at least not be an asshole.”
“Sure you wanna go that route sweetheart? Because I could easily say the same thing for you.”
That night—the night that you escaped, so he did see you. All this time you convinced yourself that it was your eyes playing tricks in the dark. You shake your head, wanting to dislodge the moment from your mind.
“That still doesn’t answer my question,” you hiss. “Why are you avoiding me? I just want to talk.”
“Just leave me the fuck alone. You shouldn’t want to talk to me— someone like you… It ain’t normal. I should’ve died that night. I didn’t ask you to fuckin’ save me.”
You’re taken aback by the silent rage but refuse to show him the effect he has. The only indication that his words had any kind of result is when you take a step back, allowing him some semblance of space.
“You’re right, you didn’t,” you say softly, slowly. His gaze bores into you. “But I did. And you’re here. I didn’t save you that night to just make a point of who’s the better person. As you said, you allowed me to go that night—thank you by the way—but what are you going to do, just not talk to me? Ignore me? I don’t think that’s fair for either of us.”
You stand frozen as Tommy takes a step closer, his breath hot against your skin.
"What do you want from me?" he growls, his voice low and threatening.
You try to take a step back but he follows, closing the gap between you. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the frigid air around you. His lips curl into a slight sneer, and you can't help but feel a slight twinge of fear.
"You're always so nice, aren't you?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But what do you really want? You want me to be your little pet? Fixing me up like some broken toy. Well, newsflash, sweetheart, I'm not broken. I'm just fine the way I am."
"That’s not—" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "That wasn’t my intention at all. The world is shit, I just didn’t want to add to it."
Tommy scoffs, his eyes glinting with anger. "But you did by keeping me alive. I did horrible things, things you can’t even imagine. So don't pretend like you understand me, because you don't."
“I know the shit you did Tommy. I was almost one of your victims, remember?”
His eyes drop to the ground, the fire in his eyes finally fading. He takes a quick step back, shoulder slumped, he shakes his head.
“I remember. There ain’t a day I don’t remember the shit I’ve done—we’ve done with my brother.”
Tommy gives you one last look before walking away, “I don’t need your pity.”
Half an hour later, you’re still standing there under the snow, completely alone.
vi.
It’s a dance almost. You find different ways for Tommy to communicate with you. You unlock his anger, his disappointment, his need to be good—the hero, if you will. But to be fair, you can’t take all the credit. It was mostly due to him, you got too close, and he got too frustrated. It was a brief moment of lips touching, then it quickly turned into a desperate ask for submission. You were eager to give, he hated that. Hated that you could when he couldn’t.
You know that there’s a high chance of other things lingering below the surface, things that he probably hadn’t dared to address himself.
In the privacy of your bedroom, you’re on your knees for him. Sucking on the tip of his cock eagerly as he stands upright, his hands are firsts that are stuck to his sides. This isn’t the first time, it isn’t the last. By the way salty precum coats your tongue, you know he’s enjoying himself. He has to be, if he wasn’t this wouldn’t be happening.
You figure that he enjoys fighting against it until he breaks. When he surrenders himself to it, to the pleasure, to the primal need to take, he pins you down and fucks you with everything he has. All his frustration seeps into you, each stroke deeper than the next. You enjoy that he’s rough, you enjoy feeling the lingering sting on your skin long after he leaves.
Looking up, you swallow him further down. He’s not overly thick but long, the dark curls at the base trimmed but still looking untouched. Tommy thrusts forward, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. Your nostrils flare as your lungs convulse with the need to cough, he notices but doesn’t pull back. Instead, you feel two hands cradling the back of your neck, pulling you further down his length, making you take him whole.
Your eyes go wide and squeeze shut right after. You feel him throbbing in your throat and you swallow, again and again, which prompts him to drag his cock out slightly only to bury himself back into your throat. Your jaw aches, spit dripping down the corners of your lips as you flatten your tongue over the underside of his cock. A faint growl echoes from the back of his throat, you swallow again, he fucks your mouth as he would your wet cunt. Tears flood your lashline, you can barely breathe. Your throat tightens around him.
“Fuck, don’t close your eyes,” he grunts, the dark curls at the base tickling your nose. “Look at me. Look at me like you always do.”
The Look, is something that you still don’t quite understand. He says it often, telling you to look at him the way that you do, but you emphasize nothing special when you do end up looking at him. It’s just your normal gaze. He only asks for it when he’s inside you.
You slowly open your eyes, your lashes wet and stuck together. His thumb smooths over the patch of skin right under your eye, his chest stutters, muscles growing taut under your gaze.
Ironically, he closes his eyes and lifts his head as if staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t utter another word after that, your lips raw from the way he thrust forward. You feel the twitch of his cock, thick ropes sliding down your throat. You never tire of the taste of him. Not sweet, not bitter. You enjoy the brief moment he forgets where he is, that soft noise escaping his lips, the juvenile way his thighs shake—those are the things that make you ache for the taste of him. You’re an addict.
But so is he.
vii.
Your palms press into the smooth surface of the bar counter. Tommy lurks behind you, cock pressing inside, fingers making dents into your warm skin. It’s late into the night, you’re not sure of the exact time but you know it’s late. His one hand slips between your legs, he feels how wet you are, how needy you get for him. He presses a finger to your clit, the pads of the digits moving in deft circles.
A sharp moan parts your lips, back arching as he pounds into you, the sound of skin against skin loud, yet not enough to pierce the sound of the snowstorm outside. A dose of pleasure buzzes through your veins, electricity crackling across your skin as you feel his length press deep inside. His fingers grasp your throat, pulling you up until his lips tickle your ear. He heaves, his warm breath fanning your skin.
“Tell me I’m a good person,” he chokes out. “Please.”
“You’re good,” you answer slightly out of breath. You touch his neck, the position slightly straining but worth it when he holds you tighter. “Such a good man—and I mean that.”
Your eyes widen with shock when he slides his tongue into your mouth. Tommy doesn’t kiss you often, if at all, but it lights a fire under your stomach. It burns you from the inside out, the smoke of it making your mind spin. Your eyes flutter close and you take a deep breath, he grinds his hips, your insides pulsing around him.
“I don’t care even if you’re lyin’—”
He releases you and you stumble forward, hands finding purchase on the bar counter once more. But you can’t hold your position for long, not with the way he’s hammering into you, reducing you into a babbling mess. Your hands slide, your upper body completely falling over. Tommy doesn’t pause, he doesn’t even slow down. He presses you further into the surface.
“Because I know that you are.”
Tommy suddenly pulls out, a sharp gasp rips from your throat, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can protest, however, he turns you over and pushes you. He kneels between your legs, lips finding the tender folds of your pussy.
Your head falls back when he licks into you eagerly, tasting himself and your arousal. His groans vibrate against you, your thighs threaten to close, the meat of them pressing into both sides of his face.
His lips press against your clit, suckling and teasing it in a way that drives you wild. His tongue moves in circles as he pushes two fingers, curling them and applying pressure. Without a second thought, you fingers thread his hair, tugging him closer. Arousal pools between your legs.
Your breathing becomes labored and your body starts to shake. Your eyes roll back as your entire body shakes. Your hips buck against him as he continues to bring you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of the bar.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you collapse against the bar counter, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. You can feel your skin tingling, your heart pounding and your head spinning. Tommy stands, a hint of pride lingering in his dark eyes. You continue to breathe and watch as he fists himself, the tip of his cock a shade darker when he comes thick ropes over your stomach. You hiss at the heat, the feeling of having a part of him staining you.
Tommy pulls up his pants, and you notice as you get dressed, he’s avoiding your gaze. You’re too satisfied to care. He licks his lips, which you found was a nervous habit he has and offers you his arm. You hadn’t expected it, but indulge in the gesture by taking it.
“Let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”
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Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt5
Memories of a Flower
(Summary): After deciding that learning the original 7 seven elements first would make learning abyssal magic more easier you and company run into a fit of a road block
Part 1 Last Part Next Part
✧ Masterlist ✧
(Characters): traveler!Lumine, abyss prince!Aether, Paimon, the Aranaras, ???, & ???
(Warnings): Cursing, spoilers for the last part of the Sumeru archon quest, and talks about bumping uglies at the very end (so a bit NSFW-ish?)
(A/n): Apologies if the Sanskrit is a bit inaccurate, couldn’t find many accurate translators. And yes from now on these parts will have their own titles
∘◦ ✧ ◦∘ means flashback
Italics means present reader’s thoughts
(S/n) = song name
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You didn’t think walking through Sumeru would be nerve wracking, though one of the abyss lectors casted a spell to hide your divine presence and you have the twins escorting you. However the possibility of being found still scared you
“How much longer until we reach it? Walking through here is very different than from what I’m used to.” You comment trying to get your mind on something else
“We’re getting close, you can tell us if you want to stop you don’t have to push yourself.” Lumine said
“Ugh! Why did you teleport us so far from the statue of the seven?” Paimon groaned
“Because, the energy they emit mess with abyssal magic and I don’t want to put their Grace in any more danger than need be.” Aether informed. “And besides, you float so you shouldn’t be that tired.”
The little fairy was so angry that she couldn’t form any retort and settled for huffing and puffing
The same floating companion was the one to bring a suggestion to you. Try to do what Lumine did and resonate with the element (aka touching a statue of the seven), considering that Nahida is the weakest of the seven and from the intel you got from some abyss mages saying that she was seen in Liyue, you all decided it’s best to try dendro first
“I think I see the glow from the statue.” You pointed at the familiar blue light
You and the twins begin to run towards the statue until you were at around arms length. Being so close to the statue of the dendro god looked so much more beautiful in person
“Go ahead, see if you can resonate with dendro like Lumine!” Paimon said in anticipation
You closed your eyes and reached to touch the statue. All you felt was the cold stone and not some power coursing through you
“Uhh Lu, what did you feel when you first resonated with Dendro?” You asked
“If you instantly don’t feel a difference than you didn’t resonate the element.” Aether explained
“Damn, really?”
“Well what do we do know? Do we try another element?” Paimon questioned
“I don’t think we’re at a total lost. We’re in Vanarana, right?”
“You mean go to the Aranaras?!” Aether asked
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I would assume that you would go somewhere else…”
“They are connected with nature and since touching one of the statues didn’t work, we don’t have many options.”
“I think it’s a good idea, they already know me and Paimon” Lumine said as she pulled out her vintage lyre
The traveler began to play the familiar tune you played when the screen divided you from Teyvat. As she played your surroundings slowly got more colorful and dreamlike
Completely in the land of dreams you looked around to see a sole Aranara hiding behind a rock. You awkwardly waved
“Visha has come back!” The Aranara cheered
Multiple Aranaras surround you and your companions
“Visha!”
“Great Visha, you’ve returned!”
“Visha’s been away for so long!”
“We’ve been so lonely!”
“Visha, try my soup, I made it for you!”
“Come down, (y/n) or ‘Visha’ can’t understand if you all talk to them at the same time.” Lumine said
Once the Aranaras heard Lumine they moved a couple step back from you and looked very sorry which crushed your heart
“I’ll listen to each and every one of you guys when we’ve dealt with the situation!” You tried to explain
“‘Situation?’ What is happening?”
“There’s this really bad person impersonating the Creator and they’re trying to hunt their Grace down.” Paimon told
The Aranaras looked fearful and confused, trying to understand why would someone try to hurt the Creator
“The Lord of Verdure, told me about this. The great Avatar of Marana, had deceived Nara and other lords are under the control of them.” The distinct voice of the village chief, Araja spoke.
“If Visha needs protection, then Arabalika will protect them!” The fluffy gree Aranara shouted holding up his stick
“Thank you, but I have Lumine and Aether. And you have to stay here and protect Vanarana.” You reassured
“Even though Visha has Nara Varuna and Nara Lumine, it’s too dangerous in the Nara world. Please stay in Vanarana.”
“I want to but I can’t put you all in danger.” You informed as you kneeled down. “The only reason we’re here because Kusanali is in Liyue. I don’t know what would happen if she sensed that we were here.”
The Aranaras looked sad yet completely understood where you’re coming from
“But we want to help Visha, is there anything we can provide help for?” An Aranara pleaded
“You can, ‘Visha’ couldn’t resonate with dendro. Is there a way for them to connect with it?” Lumine explained
“Maybe try the Tree of Dreams!” Another suggested
“Yes! The Tree of Dreams was made with power from the forest!”
“Oh Paimon didn’t think of that, let’s go.”
You followed the group of Aranaras through a cave that lead you to the tree
In its dream state it looked like it was something you would only see in a dream or behind a screen, never stand in front of it and take in its sight with own your eyes in your waking state.
“If Visha joins with the tree, then they’ll get the powers of the forest.”
You nervously reached out and set you palms on the bark
The sensations you felt, the texture of your clothes, the ache in your feet from walking so much, the anxiety you felt moments ago all disappeared. It felt as if your soul separated from your physical body
And everything felt wrong
It felt like the energy was trying to enter but, your body was rejecting the power and it hurts. You felt as if your body was being torn apart from the inside. You wanted to move away from the tree, but your muscles tensed so much it made it impossible for you to move
Suddenly your body is jolted away from the tree and hit against someone. The person you’re slumped against laid you down and rested your head on their legs
“……”
“.o…g….?”
“Y..r..ra..?”
“Yo.r gr..e?”
“Your Grace?!”
“Your Grace, are you alright?”
Fully coming back to reality you saw golden orbs looking into yours
“Lumine…? I- what happened…?”
“I don’t know, it looked like something was wrong and you weren’t responding when we called you.” Lumine explained you
“This is exactly what I afraid of.” Aether whispered under his breath. “It appears that your body is too weak to handle elemental energy in its rawest form. I should have known.”
“Don’t blame yourself, you won’t have known. And I’m more resilient than I look…” You said in between breaths
“But Paimon doesn’t get it, if (y/n) has a connection with Tevyat itself then why can’t they get the powers within it?”
“If Visha can’t be one with world, then what do we do?” An Aranara quivered
“I may have an idea.” Araja spoke
The group parted to reveal Araja holding up a flower
“This flower has been with Aranaras long before Marana appeared. This once was yours and contains old memories.”
Araja held out a gladiolus in his tiny hand or nub? The flower was almost half the size of the chief. On closer inspection you noticed that one of the petals is missing
You weakly reached out and touched the stem. A sense of relief instantly washed over you. All the fatigue and pain in your body disappeared as you found yourself floating in a sky full of stars
The sight of the sky though beautiful and dreamlike gave you a sense of melancholy. The colors slowly morphed into something that’s difficult to describe.
You closed your eyes and upon opening them back up, you noticed the scene had changed into something a person can understand. You saw hands holding flowers of different species. You viewed the scene in a first person perspective, the closest comparison is like watching something in virtual reality but it feels more natural
You continued to watch the hands braid 3 flowers together and you realized those hands belong to you. The same length of the fingers, the same lines on the inside of your palms, all the same.
Unsure of what to do you continued to watch your hands elegantly weave the stems of flowers to form a crown. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a little Aranara watching you intently, waiting patiently for you to finish
“I can never make my flower crowns like that, what do you do so the stems don’t break?” A disembodied voice questioned
“It might look hard, but you have to remember to weave them as if each flower is special on its own and just as special when it’s in a group. This way your crowns will come out like this!” You said as you held up your crown to a woman wearing a white flowy dress and white hair making her slightly tanned skin pop out in contrast, you instantly knew who this woman was
Lord Rukkhadevata?!
You gracefully put the little Aranara’s head and it started to dance around happily
“I can make one for you.”
“Really? That would mean so much to me, your Grace.”
You began to make another flower crown with the same elegance and dexterity you used when making the first one. Once finished you place it on Rukkhadevata’s head, she flashed a bright smile full of gratitude and adoration
“Thank you, your Grace. I love it!”
“I’m glad you like it, Marbas.” You said
“Marbas” is that Rukkhadevata’s archon name?
Words came out of Rukkhadevata’s mouth but you couldn’t hear them, the scene slowly faded out and you found yourself back in Vanarana
“(Y/n)! (Y/n), please wake up.” You heard Paimon urged
“Your Grace are you okay, you’re crying.” Lumine pointed out
You sat up and brought your hand to your face. Your fingers made contact with tears you didn’t know had, you wiped them with your sleeve
“Are you alright, did you see anything upsetting?” Aether kneeled down and offered his hand
“I’m fine, I just saw something that I wasn’t expecting.” You said as you took the blond’s hand and he helped you up
“I think it would be best to go back and form another plan.” Aether suggested
“That sounds good, but before that.” You turned to the Aranaras. “Let me make some crowns for these little guys!”
The crowd of Aranaras cheered and some even went to get as many flowers as they can
“Paimon wants a crown!”
“I’ll make you a crown, don’t worry.”
“Yay, Paimon’s getting a crown!” She excitedly kicked her feet
Some of the Aranaras came back and gave you some flowers they were saving for a special occasion
You sat down and began making some flower crowns. The little Aranaras sat in a circle, some even tippy toeing to get a better look at your handiwork. All watching in anticipation and fascination
The abyss prince raked in your form. Though you didn’t possess a fraction of your powers, you still radiated the benevolence and compassion that is described in all text mentioning you. Aether had to turn away so to not show the expression he would characterize as unbecoming of him
When he opened his eyes, he saw Lumine hugging a couple of Aranaras
“Really Lumine? Shouldn’t you show a bit more restraint?”
“Shut up Ae. You should probably take that stick out your ass and play with these little guys.”
“Don’t curse in front of the Creator, what the hell is wrong with you?! Your Grace, I’m sorry my sister is stupid-” Aether turned towards you and saw you hugging several more Aranaras, some were hugging your legs and one on top of your head
“What was that Aether?” You just noticed his gaze
“No-nothing, your Grace.” He said turning his face away you to hide the pink on his face
“Hey Aether!” You called out
“Yes your Grac-” He was interrupted by you putting a flower crown on his head
“Here, so you don’t feel left out.”
It took awhile for the abyss prince to process what just happened, but when he did a smile creeped up on his face. He hid his face with his scarf in embarrassment, yet you saw how red the tips of his ears were
“Th-thank you, your Grace!” He said trying to not fumble on his words
After a few hours of playing with the Aranaras, which felt like minutes to you. The sun started to set and you, the twins, and Paimon bid farewell to the Aranaras. All of whom were sad to watch you leave, but still gave their goodbyes
Before Lumine pulled out her vintage lyre you stopped her telling her there was something you had to do before leaving. You picked up flowers and the roundest rocks you can find and walked to a spot you thought was perfect
You knelt down and began, the twins only watched you unsure what to do
“(Y/n) hurry up back there, Paimon’s getting hungry!”
“If you keep eating like that an old witch is going to take you in her candy house and cook you in her oven to eat you.” You said as you stuck your tongue out
“You’re just trying to scare Paimon out of loving food and a witch like that doesn’t exist!” The little fairy clutched onto Aether’s arm. “Right?” She whispered to the blond who only shrugged
Lumine walked over to you and saw you arranging stones in a particular pattern, a flower crown sat beside you
“I saw Lord Rukkhadevata.”
“Greater Lord Rukkhadevata? But you shouldn’t know anything about her after she purged from Irminsul!” Lumine said
“I don’t know why I saw her, it be because I’m not from Tevyat like you, but why wasn’t the flower affected too? Ugh! Everything is so confusing.”
Lumine looked at the little memorial you’re making
“And is this for her?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to make some physical proof that she existed.” You said as you placed the flower crown on the site. “But if you exist in at least one person’s memory, then you aren’t truly gone. That’s what I always thought.” You smiled as you stood up and looked at Lumine
“I’ve never thought of it that way, your Grace.”
“You can drop the whole ‘your Grace’ title, we’re friends after all.”
“Uh. Yes! Sorry (y/n)”
You and Lumine return to Aether who is trying his best to comfort Paimon who is still shaking and holding onto his arm.
“Your Grace, there you are, please tell Paimon that your warning isn’t true.” Aether pleaded
“For the most part I don’t think so. It’s just a fairytale to warn kids not to go out into the woods.” You explained as Lumine took out her lyre and began playing the tune
“That makes sense. It’s crazy for a witch make her house out of candy, that doesn’t sound structurally safe.” Lumine said you were all transported out of the dreamworld
“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why a man who comes to you while you’re sleeping put sand in your eye that makes them fall out.”
“Ahhh! That’s even worse!” Paimon cried
“Your Grace?!” A voice brought you three out of your conversation
Lumine stepped in front of you as Aether summoned his sword
“Whoa! Calm down it’s just me, comrade!” A familiar ginger yelled
“Childe? What are you doing here?!” Paimon screeched
“I was given orders on behalf of the Tsarita to find their Grace and bring them to safety, I’m glad I found you before a band of Eremites I ran into on the way here
“Why should we even trust you?” Lumine said while she put her hands on her hips
“Yeaahhh… You don’t have the best of track records.” Paimon added
“Why, I’m hurt. I thought we were friends!”
“Me kicking your ass very week doesn’t count as friendship.”
“Whatever you might say, I know that’s our Creator you’re with!”
“Oh yeah prove it.” Paimon said
“Their Grace’s favorite song is (s/n) and they call me ‘homicidal Ed Sheeran!’”
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“Oh shit… he’s serious guys.” You said as a grimace appeared on your face
“I knew you’d know I’m genuine!” Childe chimed as he opened his arms to hug you but was stopped when Aether stepped in from you and pointed his sword at the taller man.“Who is this?” Childe turned towards the Lumine
“This is Aether, Lumine’s twin brother!” You clarified
“So this is the brother you were looking for, where did you find him?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Be nice, Aether!” You murmured as you pushed the blade away from Childe’s neck
“If you are telling the truth what use could you be to us?” The prince spat
“The Tsarita’s wants their Grace to be in safe hands and with the situation out here, it’s best to have them in Snezhnaya.”
“We don’t need the help of the fatui.”
Aether was about to usher you away from Childe until he heard what Childe said
“Their Grace couldn’t connect to elemental energy, is what I’m assuming you just figured out.”
Aether turned around and gave Childe a scowl
“Their Grace needs to gain their old strength back so they can properly connect with them.”
“And how are you planning on doing that?” Aether interrogated
“There are these stones that are linked with their Grace! Their called Primogems!”
“You know about Primogems?” You asked
“Yes! We’ve been studying them for a long time!” Childe responded
“Primogem? I think I know what you’re talking about!” The little fairy mused
“Yeah, there are times I heard you mention them.” Lumine recalled
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After slaying the last hilichurl Lumine walked towards the now unlocked chest to open it
“Is this an answer from this-”
“Fucking 5 primogems?! You gotta be fucking me up the ass with this bullshit!!!”
Lumine and her party members were left stunned as you continued your barrage of profanities
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“Y’all could hear me…?” You asked mortified
“Only when you use us as vessels.” Lumine clarified
“Now that we know what I’m talking about, I want to take you to meet their majesty as soon as possible. Would you accept, your Grace?”
“I’m sorry it’s just too much to take in. I though people here don’t know of their existence.”
“Well they’re rare so it’s expected that not a lot of people don’t know about them.” Aether said
“He’s right, and it only because of the Tsarita finding one is that we know of them.”
“But aren’t primogems are supposedly the remains of dead universes.”
“They are said to be that, but they’re also said to be the remains of the primordial god.” Childe added
“The primordial god?”
“The Creator is the original god of Tevyat and it is said that when they passed rocks that resemble stars shot out of their body.” The harbinger said
“I remember Zhongli mentioning something like this. When the god of salt died, they turned their followers into pillars of salt.” You recalled
“So will you let me accompany you to meet her majesty?”
“Sure, it’s not like we got anything else planned.”
“But your Grace-”
You drag Aether out of earshot from Childe and leaned into the blond so he can only hear you
“Relax Aether, his plan might work and if things get out of hand you can open a portal and get us out of there.”
“If that’s your judgment, then I won’t hold it against you.”
You smile at the male twin and turn back to Childe
“We’re going!”
“I’m happy you’re taking my offer! I’ll arrange for a boat to sail tomorrow, the sooner you’re in Snezhnaya the sooner you’ll be out of harm. In the meantime, let me take you where I’m staying, it’s far from any known settlements so you’ll be safe.” The ginger reassured
“Thank you that makes me feel better.”
“It’s nothing, your Grace.”
Childe began to lead you to where he’s staying, oddly enough the twins and even Paimon stayed behind. You shrugged it off thinking they watching out for any surprise attack from behind
“Your Grace, mind if I ask you something?” The harbinger’s voice brought you out of your head
“Sure, what is it?”
“When you use me as a vessel, I would hear some songs. Some of them describing pain and I want to know if that was what you were feeling.”
“Don’t worry, there just songs and don’t mean anything.”
“Really, even the song about wanting to have sex all night?”
“Yes!! Doesn’t mean anything!”
“Well, if you’re ever down for it. I definitely have the stamina for-”
“Oh my god! Stop!!” You yelled as you cover his mouth with your hands
It’s going to be a long trip to Snezhnaya
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Ridikkulis - (Remus Lupin x Reader) One Shot
Request: Hiii i Just read your Last Post for Secret smokes and Had an Idea. How about a oneshot of Professor Lupine x Student reader. Its time to learn the ridikkulus spell and its Readers Turn. When the boggart comes Out tho... Is a werewolf. Reader ist too scared to defend themselves and Lupine is too stunned to Help for a Moment. (Tw: blood Optional:) in that Split Second, the boggart werewolf attacks reader and it becomes a lil bloodY. Anything after that Scene IS Up to you <;3
TW: Blood, description of scars
Pairing: Professor! Remus Lupin x Student Reader
Word Count: 2458
A/N: Hello, I received this a while ago and finally got around to posting it, I’ve never written based on requests so I hope this is what you wanted. I’m sorry if I didn’t get it right. ❤️🔥 Also if you want to submit a request go ahead! It may take me while to get around to it but definitely it’s fun to do something based on other people’s ideas.
The thunder rumbled outside as you approached the defence against the dark arts classroom. The castle had a darker feeling to it this year with dementors circling the grounds but Professors Lupins lessons bought some positivity into your days. He was one of the few teachers at school that seemed to know what he was doing and his charisma made you feel warm and safe. Everyone loved his lessons. You didn't really know him well, but you wishes you did. You would often sit in class and think about what he must be really like outside of school, you imagined a friendly yet charismatic man with a hint of mischief.
As you entered his class the room looked almost dark from the clouds outside, Professor Lupin wasn't there when you arrived. Everyone sat down as usual, took out their books, quills and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as handsome as ever as he slowly took his jacket off and cleared his throat.
"Good afternoon," he said in a loud voice making the whole class go silent. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands."
Everyone smiled excitedly, Lupin was new but he already set a good impression as the teacher who let you use real magic. He made the lessons jump off the page. So everyone shut their books and stood right up as Lupin waved his hand causing all the tables and chairs to fly to the side of the room. "Now then, Oliver please will you give me a hand with that wardrobe over there." He gestured for Oliver Wood who nodded and helped Lupin push a large wooden wardrobe into the center of the room. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall."Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly, as a few people jumped backwards in alarm. "There's a Boggart in there." Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about but everyone trusted Lupin to keep them safe. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks - I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the Headmaster if the staff would leave it to give you some real practice. So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Lupin look around the room but no one put their hands up, you knew the answer but you didn't want to bring attention to yourself. Lupins eyes scanned the room and landed on you, he gave you a warm smile and you shook your head but his smile just grew larger as he said your name.
"It's a shape-shifter sir." You began with a quiet voice looming around the class as everyone turned to face you. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."
"Couldn't have put it better my-self," he said with a large smile on his face and a quick wink towards you. "So the Boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.This means, that we have a huge advantage over the Boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Miss L/N?"
Why did he have to pick on you every time. "Er - because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" You guessed.
"Precisely, it's always best to have company when you're dealing with a Boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a Boggart make that very mistake - tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening." He got a few laughs from the class, loud ones from the group of girls who liked him most. "The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amus-ing.
“We will practise the charm without wands first. After me, please ... riddikulus!”
'Riddikulus!' said the class together.
“Good,” said Professor Lupin. 'Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Jack.' He said picking on the most shy and scared boy in the class.
“Right, Jack,” said Professor Lupin putting his hand on the boys shoulder as he bought him to the front of the class. “First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world”
Jack’s lips moved, but no noise came out. “Didn't catch that, Jack, sorry,” said Professor Lupin cheerfully and gently. Jack explained it would be a spider and Lupin told him how a boy in a different class who was scared of spiders put roller blades on the legs so it was sliding around.
“If Jack is successful, the Boggart is likely to turn his attention to each of us in turn,” said Professor Lupin. “I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical …’
The room went quiet. You thought … What scared you most in the world? You thought about many things but the thing that won was a Werewolf. But how do you make that funny? You thought about turning it into a puppy, a little dog, not a big one, a big one if it bites you can still hurt you so it had to be something like a chihuahua.
“Everyone ready?” said Professor Lupin enthusiastically as he hit play on the record player.
“Jack, we’re going to back away,’ said Professor Lupin. ‘Let you have a clear field, all right? I’ll call the next person forward … everyone back, now, so Jack can get a clear shot –“
Your whole class retreated, backing against the wall, leaving Jack alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready.
“On the count of three, Jack,” said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. ‘One – two – three – now!’
A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin’s wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open and a ton of spiders crawled out followed by a huge one, sending shivers even down your spine. Jack backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. “R-r-riddikulus!” squeaked Jack. There was a noise like a whip-crack. And the spiders were rolling around on roller blades.
There was a roar of laughter; the Boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted. “James! Your turn!” James walked forwards as commanded and the boggart shifted again, he did the spell and everyone laughed again. You were finding it quite enjoyable everyone was laughing and having fun every person in the line looked worried but you all managed to laugh. You almost forgot that you’ll have to face your fear too. Before you knew it, it was your turn, you walked up after a girl named Jasmine Floyd and you shot Lupin a glance as you were filled with anxiety and dread. He smiled at you and shot you a wink before looking at the Boggart that was in the air transforming, the room was filled with a light mood but you felt nothing but fear. A giant furry werewolf with blood all over its fur and giant teeth towered over you, blocking out any light from above. You suddenly felt so small as fear filled you body, you repeated Lupins words in your head, you pictured it as a small barking chihuahua at your feet, you repeated the spell in your mind, then you looked at Lupin before raising your wand… his face was filled with fear, any sense of laughter was gone, he was frozen starring up at the wolf as you were. You realised that maybe you won’t be able to defeat it, that’s when you tried to say the spell but you felt yourself being pushed down to the floor. As you hit the floor a sharp pain shot through your arm, the wolf was above you, that’s when Lupin threw himself in front of you. “Riddikulus!” He shouted as a white orb appeared over you. “Everyone, class is over, please leave.” He shouted as he kneeled over you. You looked around at all the students who were looking at you, their faces not too unalike Lupins when he was looking at the wolf, Lupin was looking at you, saying words. His hands had blood all over them as he moved them wrapping his blazer around you. “I’m so sorry,” was the only thing you could make. He looked so nice above you, you thought and that’s when you felt yourself being lifted. “Stay with me.” You heard him repeat as you walked through the corridor. “In your room?” You asked, curious of if he’s flirting with you. He laughed but his face was filled with dread. “I’m glad you still have a sense of humour Miss L/N.” He said and after that you felt your head feel very light and fuzzy before everything went black.
You felt a bit woozy as you woke up, you were sweating, you opened your eyes and you realised you’re in the hospital wing, it was dark. Your eyes scanned the room as you slowly looked around to see Professor Lupin sleeping next to you on a chair with a book in his lap. You didn’t say anything as you moved around trying to understand what happened and that’s when he came to. “Y/N? Oh thank Merlin. Poppy! Poppy Y/N awake.” He said a bit too loudly for the middle of the night.
“I told you she’ll be fine, Remus, you never listen.” Madam Pomfrey said as she came over to your bed. “You’ve still got a fever darling, you’ll have to sleep here tonight, how are you feeling?”
“I have a sharp pain in my left side.” You said trying to sit up, Professor Lupin had almost puppy dog eyes as he looked down at you, he seemed worried you weren’t sure why. “What happened?” You asked as Madam Pomfrey walked away to get some pain relief potion.
“It’s my fault I’m awfully sorry, the Boggaart it got close enough to hurt you. It was a..it was a werewolf.” You never heard this tone of voice on Lupin he sounded hurt and defeated, almost like the life was drained out of him by a demantour. “Horrible creatures, it happened so quickly, it got to you before I managed to stop it, I’m so awfully sorry. Madam Pomfrey said the cut shouldn’t scar you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It is, I should’ve stopped it, horrible creatures. All they do is hurt people, I froze for a moment, I am your teacher I shouldn’t have allowed it.” He said angry at himself.
“You know they’re innocent people.” You said gently.
“Who?”
“The wolves, I don’t appreciate you calling them horrible creatures, they’re just sick, like I am right now.” You said and Lupins expression became hard to read.
“But it hurt you, and you fear it, how come you’re so forgiving.”
“Well a boggart hurt me not a real wolf. Besides I think you can be scared but understand it. You or I could be bit by one, and our lives would change forever that’s what I’m scared of, I’m scared of what would happen to me, unlike a dog attack a wolf attack makes people look down on you, call them stuff like a kind man like you even said. Don’t you find that terrifying professor?” You asked and he had a small warm smile.
“You’re very smart for your age. I found it terrifying to have a students blood on my hands first week on the job.” He said and you laughed but it hurt to laugh. He held your hand as you were hit by the pain. “I’m awfully sorry, that’s the last time I make the mistake of a practical lesson.”
“Professor as a student who bled all over your floor I beg you not to stop these lessons, it’s the only fun we have at Hogwarts. Maybe some safety shields would help.” You said and he squeezed your hand and have you a warm smile.
“Duly noted.” He said and shot you a wink as Madam Pomfrey came back with a potion.
“Please sit up for me love, this will help stop the pain and prevent any scars.” She said as you sat up slowly, Lupin helping adjust the pillow below you.
“Shame, I like the battle scar, I defeated a werewolf and lived to tell the story.” Lupin cleaned his throat. “I think I defeated it.” He said making you laugh.
“Yeah but I’m the one with the battle scar.” You winked at him and he laughed in truth this time, with one hand on your shoulder to comfort you as you drank the disgusting potion as if he knew exactly how bad it will taste.
“Professor, I believe this young girl will be okay now that she’s woken up you do not have to spend all night here.” Pomfrey said as she took the empty vial from you.
“Thank you Poppy, but I prefer to stay just in case, this is all my fault after all.” He said looking over you warmly, you appreciated his company. As Pomfrey walked away you turned to him and asked him what he was reading, he told you the name of the book and you asked if he could read it out loud. He agreed and just like that you drifted to sleep, Remus J Lupins voice washing you into sweet slumber as your head rested on his shoulder. Remus felt comfort being by your side, he was relived you were okay and truly amazed by the lack of hate you had for the creature that nearly killed you. The creature you were sleeping so peacefully on.
MASTER LIST | Remus Lupin x Reader series
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Can we have a cat? Pt. 2
Synopsis: you ask your boyfriend (+your bff Ortho) if you two can raise a baby kitten together.
Characters: all the vice housewardens
Tags: fluff, silly scenario to warm the heart
Notes: gender neutral reader, slight long post, will make more of this if someone requests for characters not included here
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I feel like he's more of a dog person
So when you ask him about it, he's a bit hesitant at first
"A cat? But what's so fun about them? They just lie around all day along and scratch you when they're hungry." Somehow the way he wailed about your suggestion could be sharply directed to Leona, who was, in the end of the day, a big feline.
Ruggie also tried to put some sense into you, telling you how it wouldn't work out since you are both very busy students, and he also needed to tend to Leona's whims - and that was enough cat for him.
Alas, he's not immune to puppydog eyes.
All it took him to have a change of heart was to gaze upon your sad, big shining eyes, and he was sold; there's no way he would not melt and feel guilt under such a powerful spell, specially when you always left him feeling like you could stare your demands right into his soul.
By the end of the day, he complied to your request, but settled some reasonable rules before giving you the green card to get a kitten - 1. it shall stay with you at ramshackle dorm; 2. don't let it disturb Leona; 3. if it tries to scratch or bite, he'll bite back (jokingly, you hoped).
In contrast to his defiance regarding getting a feline companion, the little cub decided to stick to Ruggie, always on his feet and clinging for his affection. At last, it wasn't so rare to catch both of them snuggled together in a deep, warm nap.
"This little ball of fluff isn't all that bad, actually... it's pretty warm and soft."
Growing as a servant, Jamil learned a lot about animal care
But that doesn't mean you get to convince him so easily
"I'm sorry love, but I'm a busy man. I don't think it would be fair to try and raise a baby kitten by meeting its minimal needs." Jamil made it clear to you that despite wanting to share such a wonderful responsibility, he wouldn't be able to do it right, and therefore, would rather wait until you two had more time.
Jamil wouldn't budge no matter how many tear-filled sparkling eyes you direct his way - stubborn and determined to achieve his goals, he would rather pursue a better life and place before settling into the blissful details of domestic life and tending of animals.
During all his servitude days to Kalim, he would entertain you by suggesting names with funny meanings, or tell you stories from his family/close friends about some cat mischief, happy to pull some joyous laughter from you by his silly stories - promising that someday he would gift you the prettiest kitten alive.
When finally achieving freedom with enough independency and good money, Jamil quickly complied to his promises, waiting for a special occasion to gift you the kitten you dreamed about so much.
"My treasure, I'm the happiest when by your side, and as evidence of my undying love and devotion, I want to give you something very special."
Is excited by the aspect of owning a kitten but doesn't show it
Genuinely curious but there's also a low miscievous tone under his smile
"A baby kitten? I think that could be arranged, if so fervently you wish." Complies without much hesitation, but leaves most of the responisbility over your shoulders, mostly because he's busy making sure Mostro Lounge doesn't explode by his brother's antics or managing the patrons since he's the most reliable twin.
Allows you to name the kitten, since particularly he'd prefer to not worry about name meanings or if any sound pretty enough. Regardless of that though, he'll come up with funny nicknames for the little feline, using them to annoy you, entertained by your grimaces.
"He's truly an intriguing ugly duck, isn't he?", he would tease with a low chuckle, all while playing gingerly with the kitten sprawled over his lap, hands tugging gently on the toebeans. "It's like taking care of a fluffy mudskipper with too much energy."
Despite his odd choice of terms of endearment, you can rest assured that Jade absolutely loves the little feline, though partaking mostly on the fun side of pet care - playing around, sharing snacks, napping together... sometimes he would even bring the little one to Mostro Lounge with him to 'help with the customers'. In no time, both your beloved boys would turn into stars on the fancy lounge.
With Lilia, everything is just another fun llittle opportunity
Eagerly accepts and won't hear a word of protest from neither Sebek or Silver
Like Jade, Lilia allows you to choose a name, as he judges himself terrible with such a matter. Follows you around adoption centers, excitement clear on his step, sometimes even forgetting you two were supposed to actually leave the places with a single kitten in arms - the felines love him, that's clear as day, and he made sure to poke at your jealousy as swarns of baby kittens clinged to him.
It quickly turned clear how hard it could be to settle with a single animal, though, since each and every one had their very unique quirkness and special demands, and everything had to be in tune for you two and the feline to grow happy and welcomed - like it was fun to meet so many cute kittens, but none had clicked right yet.
Until, someday while you two walked down the streets of your hometown during the holidays, you noticed a shy and cautious figure hiding away between some bushes - nothing but big golden eyes peeking between the foliage to alert you of its presence, as the deep black fur mingled within.
Slowly and surely, the small feline warmed up to both of you as you dedicated some time to persuade it out of its hiding spot with a stray yarn of Lilia's shirt.
"The poor kitten is missing a leg," Lilia pointed out the missed detail, though his voice carried nothing but tender esteem. "I think she's perfect for us."
Another dog person
Rook can appreciate the beauty of felines, but much prefers the versatility and utility a dog offers for hunts and guarding duties
Rook watches in amusement as you talk your way into his heart, excitement contagious as you regard everything you appreciate the most about the fluffy critters.
"Mon cher trickster," he coos beneath his breath, voice full of love and admiration as he takes your hands between his. "The way you spill the love for such gorgeous and mysterious creatures captivates my soul, though I think we could benefit more from a dog, don't you agree?"
Feels sincerely bad for making you frustrated and look so down from his suggestion, he actually takes his time and dedication to learn more about the extensive world of cat breeds. He is the the most pleased bu finding out there actually exists a special kind of cat carefully bred to assist their owners into their exhausting hunts.
Alright, maybe this kind of cat wasn't truly suitable for bigger prey like he expected, but the concept of being followed during his chases by such a glorious creature instigated him, since maine coons are known to be an adventurous, curious breed.
"My most beloved, after some time of research and contemplation, I came to the conclusion that cats are, indeed, great companions," Rook muses in, arms concealed behind his back as he leaned in to smoother a trail of kisses all over your face, words tender and mysterious. "That's why I have a rather heartwarming gift to match your most exquisite and feline-like beauty."
With a charming wink, he carefully craddles a baby kitten of bulky size into your arms, the grey fur glistening against your skin.
The happiest. Day. Of. His. Life!!!!!!!!!
He's so excited he might overheat his systems - talking about it, he already knew.
Ortho already suspected that you were looking for a kitten to adopt - he saw your search history on your device - with the best of intentions, of course, merely trying to get a glimpse of your current interest to gift you something.
He wouldn't even need to try and look all sunny and surprised, because he truly was excited!!! Ortho loves animals, especially cats, since they're very chill and cuddly, and don't need as much attendance as dogs do! Of course, he asks his brother first though, to be sure he would be okay with a cat sharing their room from time to time.
Ortho quickly convinces his big bro into adopting a cat by giving the biggest, most irresistible big eyes ever known to humanity, and the boy literally wastes no time; by the next time you come in to hang around, the dorm is already adapted with cat-proof furniture and an indoor cat playground with complex and stylized tunnels.
The boy gladly bestows an exclusive version of the playground in Ramshackle Dorm so the little kitten can get entertained in both dorms, spending heavy minutes of his day playing and cuddling with your shared feline company - he thinks it's a very good thing you two adopted an animal, since it pushed him into being more in tune with reality.
"She is so cute in every little aspect! I want to play with her forever..."
Thinks about what Riddle might think of it so is reluctant at first
But he simply can't say no to you, especially with that heartfelt request
"Ugh... alright, my love. We can have a kitten together, but let's keep it low so Riddle doesn't find out about this." Trey is confident in his ability to pass the details unnoticed to Riddle and the rest of his dorm, convincing you to keep the kitten with you at all times at Ramshackle Dorm.
He dutifully visited Ramshackle to help you with the responsibilities of taking care of the small feline, even bringing homemade special treats he baked, reveling on the simple pleasure of sharing domestic moments between you and the kitten.
His favourite time of the day quick turned to be the hours he would be able to spend on the couch of Ramshackle Dorm with you, your head rested against his shoulder as your little kitten laid sprawled comfortably over your laps, his quiet purrs engulfing the silence of the solitary dorm like a magical song to sooth his worries and tension away.
"When I met you, I thought you'd be my one and only fortress to ground myself and easy my worries away when needed, but I'm glad to meet this little fella. You two are both the best things to ever happen to me."
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“Hi, sweetie! How have you been doing since I last saw you?”
Chloe looked up vacantly, drooling around her piece of candy. There was a grown-up leaning against the garden railings, smiling down at her.
Chloe smiled back at him around her paci lollipop. But then she frowned. The grown-up looked familiar. She’d seen him before, hadn’t she? Where did she know him from? She blinked. Something was different. She was thinking in words. She was thinking properly for the first time in… how long? She looked around, taking in the sight of her playmat, her teddy bear, the books Mummy and Daddy read to her, things she suddenly had names for. She became conscious of the thick disposable diaper bulging between her thighs, and a blush crept across her cheeks. That wasn’t right, was it? She was way too old to be in nappies. She glanced down at her long legs and lifted a hand to her chest, feeling the breasts beneath her shirt. She wasn’t a baby… Then it all came back to her in a rush. Oh God, she thought. She looked up at the man standing above her and pulled the rock candy out of her mouth with a wet pop. “You!” she said.
“Me,” the man agreed. “You seem to be enjoying your new life.” He looked up and waved at the house behind her. Chloe looked over her shoulder to see her mother waving merrily back from the porch. “Just a little spell to stop them worrying,” said the man, the magician. He winked at her. “They think I’m a family friend stopping by to say hello to their special girl.”
“You… you turned me into… into this!” Chloe’s face was scarlet. “Oh my God,” she said, as the reality of the past year of her life began to truly sink in. A year since this man had caught her stealing trick or treat candy from a bunch of stupid kids. A year since she’d been dropped off at her parents’ doorstep with the mind of a one-year-old, prattling nonsense, with her jeans soaked with pee and a load in the back of her panties. A whole year of messy feedings in her highchair, of going potty in her own pants, of having her Mum and her Dad and her smirking little sister coo at her and tickle her tummy and change her diapers on the living room floor. A year of having her friends as babysitters, having them try to wake her up from her breakdown or her accident or whatever they were calling it, only for them to wrinkle their noses in disgust as she pooped herself in front of them, grinning like a moron all the while. “Change me back!” Chloe demanded, dizzy with shame. “Or I’ll… I’ll… I’ll call the police!”
“Seriously?” the man laughed. “By the time you reach a telephone, I’ll have you babbling in baby talk and dribbling down your chin, Chloe. Don’t presume to threaten me, girl. But as it happens, I’m here to give you a chance to be an adult again. I did promise, remember? I told you I’d come to see you again in one year’s time, and if you were good, I’d let you grow back up.”
“Please!” said Chloe, changing tack at once. “I’ve been good! And I’ve… I’ve learned my lesson! Please let me be normal again! I don’t want to go back to… to that.”
“Hmm...” said the man, looking thoughtful. His eyes were twinkling. “Are you sure, sweetie? Look at that yummy candy you’ve got! It seems like your parents spoil their big baby daughter rotten. You can have all the Halloween candy you can eat now. No need to steal it from anyone! Sure you don’t want to stay as an overgrown baby, Chloe?"
“No, please!” Chloe begged, looking desperate. “I just want to be normal again! I won’t steal anymore, I promise!”
“Well, alright,” said the man. “I’ll let you keep your adult mind then, okay? But I’m not giving you back your potty training, little lady. I think being stuck in diapers permanently will be a good reminder for you of the consequences of bad behaviour.”
“What?!” Chloe squealed in revulsion, looking down at the bulky, crinkly thing wrapped around her bottom. “No! You can’t!”
“It won’t be so bad,” the man said reassuringly. “Lots of adults deal with incontinence, Chloe. I know it might be a bit embarrassing for a pretty young woman like you to go around trying to live your normal life with soggy, stinky diapers bulging out from under your clothes, but-”
“No! No! No!” Chloe banged her fists down on her playmat furiously. “I’m not gonna be some diaper-dependent freak! Turn me back to normal! Make it so all this never happened!”
“Sorry, sweetie,” said the man, “but I’ve made up my mind. And in any case, it’s not possible to just undo everything that’s happened like that.”
“Yes it is!” Chloe screeched. “You’re a wizard! Undo it! Undo it all now!”
“Now, now, don’t get grumpy,” said the man. “I can hardly go around altering everyone’s memories, can I? Do you know how much work that would be? Sorry honey, but even if I let you be an adult again, all your friends and family are going to remember that year you spent as a drooling, pants-pooping rugrat.”
“No!” Chloe squealed. She'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again! She felt an intense rage building up inside her. Just because she’d stolen some candy from some dumb brats on Halloween, this man thought he had a right to ruin her life?! “Fuck you!” she shouted. “You did this to me! You fix it!”
The man sighed, shaking his head. “Such a silly girl,” he said. “I can see just one year as a cute little baby hasn’t improved your behaviour at all. This time, I think I’ll wait two years before I give you another chance. Hopefully you’ll have changed your attitude by then. If you don’t learn your manners soon, Chloe, you’ll end up spending the prime years of your life crawling around as an oversized infant!"
Chloe felt her blood turn to ice. “No, wait!” she said at once. Her anger was quickly being replaced by fear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” But she could already feeling a funny tingling in her head. “No, pwease! I don’t wanna be a bubu… Abububu… Abababa goo! Goo goo gaga bababa!”
Chloe shoved her candy back into her mouth and began sucking on it eagerly. She felt a twinge in her bladder, and she let it go at once. Warm pee-pee flooded her nappy, and she giggled, bouncing a little on her bottom, enjoying the feeling of the squishy padding beneath her.
“Bye-bye, baby Chloe!” the man said in a sweet, syrupy voice. He gave her a little wave, and Chloe responded clumsily. What a friendly grown-up. “See you in two more years!”
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Tavern Waitress Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader
A/N: I was daydreaming about this all day, and I've recently had a huge obsession with this man. Idk who let him be this fine tbh.
Once upon a Time, Long before Storybrooke. There was a small village in the Enchantix Forest where a tavern was being run by a family. F/N was the tavern’s owner, But his wife, and their sons helped out everyday or when they could. He also had a daughter from an affair, Though the Affair isn’t known about. She also spends most of her time in the tavern.
Y/n learned to help around the tavern at a young age, She started out cleaning up until she was old enough to handle drinks. Which started when she was around 16, maybe 18. She was also very pretty, And with where she worked she was new to the comments and the glances she would get.
Y/n was whipping down one of the big tables in the back corner of the tavern. She was humming a tune to one of the shanties she’s heard over the years. She looked over at the door after hearing a big group of rough looking men walk into the tavern. They were loud and sounded harsh. One of them looked around and his eyes landed on her and the empty table was just big enough for his crew.
Her eyes were back at the table, She finished wiping the table down and putting the rag in the apron when a shiny silver hook lays on the table. ``This table taken love?`` A male voice asks her, in a musky tone, Something out of a fairy-tale. Y/n blushes at the sound of his voice and looks up to meet his piercing blue eyes, All she could see were the ocean waves in them.
``I-its open.. W-what can I get you guys?`` She shudders a bit before collecting herself as they sit down. ``Rum for all my men love.`` The male with the hook smiled. ``Coming right up ?`` She turns her head slightly asking for his name or something to call this fine pirate. ``Captain Killian Jones, or Captain Hook`` When he says the last part he lifts up his hook. Y/n nods and laughs a bit at the name choice ``No idea if that was a pun, but darling you're funny. I’ll go get that rum.`` She smiles before counting all the men and going back behind the bar to start pouring the drinks. ``y/n`` one of her brothers called out from over the bar, She looked up pouring the last of the rum. `` Those are pirates Be careful.`` He whispers helping her put the beer steins on two separate trays. `` Yeah, I know. And you should know my response is.`` She stares at him just giving him a look. ``Adventure blah blah blah.`` He shook his head, ``Everything around them gets poisoned. It's your funeral or sleeping spell.``
She rolled her eyes at his comment, Wasn’t the first time her brother tried to warn her. Even in an asshole way. She lifts one of the trays and walks it over to the table and hands the drinks on that tray out before going to get the second tray to do the same thing again. ``There we have it, Rum for everyone. Enjoy lads`` She smiles humming softly. The man smirks at her enthusiasm ``Thank you love. Keep em coming too.`` Killian bows his head to her before taking a sip of the rum. ``Will do captain`` she turns around and walks back to the bar to re wipe it down.
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A few hours later, and a few rounds of drinks later Killian’s crew had headed back to the old Jolly Roger and he stayed behind for some more drinks and the pretty faces.
Killian finds himself at the bar in the tavern watching y/n go around serving everyone else. He waves his hook and calls for her even after one of her brothers goes over to Killian and asks if he needs a refill. She makes her way over to the bar grabbing the bottle of rum with a smile on her face. She pours more rum into his beer stein, Killian had a shameless smirk on his face watching her.
`` It could be the few shots i’ve done or are you fond of me?`` She asked, learning on the bar looking into his eyes, Piercing blue eyes, how he was blessed with them would be a question for the gods surely. ``Is it that obvious?`` `` Well I’m sure everyone has noticed your eyes not leaving me, or you not letting anyone refill your drink but-`` Killian cuts her off `` you? You’re smart love``
She chuckles softly and shakes her head. ``Yeah? Is that you or the rum talking daring?`` He takes a sip of the rum ``Could be both, But you could also find out`` He smirks. She blinks not really surprised about what he said but if he meant it. ``Oh?-``
``What time do you get off love?`` He finishes the rum he had in his beer stein. ``I am off whenever I wanna be off`` She smiles and raises an eyebrow curiously. ``Are you good with ships?`` He asked. ``Would you believe it if i said i’ve hardly ever left these four walls?`` She leaned in and whispered, smiling softly. ``I wouldn’t believe it but, I could show you what's outside these 4 walls`` He takes one of her hands in his good hand and kisses it.
``Could you really?`` She blushes at the contact, and is tempted. Y/n’s father wouldn't stop her if she wanted to leave. He may be upset but he’ll get over it sometime. Killian nods, grabbing her other hand and places a kiss on it as well. ``I could show you the sea.``
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Why I think Riku’s heart is Sora’s light and called Sora, twice even;
So, I was writing a rant about something else and by doing so, I needed some clip from KH. I then saw this.
This is what Sora see when he reach out for Riku’s hand, when the island is falling, before getting the keyblade.
Feels familiar enough? This is what Sora saw in KH3, after seeing Riku’s death for the second time and calling his name, begging for him to answer;
Now, let’s put them side to side because it’s even better, especially for people who love denying anything that relate Sora and Riku.
Yup, literally almost the same, only difference is how bright the light is. Isn’t that odd that the only difference is the light being brighter and somewhat warmer? After all it’s not as if Riku got a character development, and in KH his heart was swallowed by darkness, right??
You got it; Riku’s not manipulated by darkness anymore and thus, his heart, light, is way brighter and warmer.Even more interesting in this point of view, and what I mean when Riku’s heart called Sora;
In KH, the light only appears in a flash. As if it was one last effort, a call made out of desperation. And what was passed to Sora during that desperate call?
Something that should’ve been Riku’s, but his heart knew he wouldn’t be able to have it in the state he was in. Something that Riku kept close to his heart ever since he met Terra, since he understood that it would help him become stronger to protect what matters.
And to who did that precious thing of his got passed in that desperate call? The person who matter the most.
In KH3 the light is already there when Sora still has his eyes closed, as if it was keeping an eye on him. And when Sora wakes up, the first thing he does when seeing the light, is calling for Riku. And not with question in his voice, as if he was unsure; he knows and is calling for Riku. Nomura literally gave us a parallel in addition of showing Riku’s sacrifice a second time, literally just before this scene.
The light seemed faint at first, as if it was somewhat unconscious or asleep.
And I’d like to insist on those terms because it’s only when Sora talked to it more than once, as if the person he was talking to wasn’t in a state to understand it well the first time, that the light became brighter; as if recognizing who was talking to him.
And by becoming brighter and showing him the way, is what I meant by Riku’s heart calling Sora. And where did Sora arrive? Where Riku’s heart was.
And the second time Sora is seen in that tunnel of light, Kairi is there, waiting for him. They both continue to follow the light who is now fully bright, as if now fully conscious. That’s where a lot of people get confused but in my opinion, Kairi wouldn’t be able to be there to guide Sora, and at the same time doing it as a light like she did in KH, that wouldn’t make sense.
And when they finally arrive, everyone is here meeting them, but, the only person fully opposing them, like the light they were following, is Riku.
I’ll end this rant by saying that ever since KH, Riku has been through a lot, learned a lot, and changed a lot. He now listen and follow his heart, something he wasn’t able to before.
His heart (and literally him) is the light we see in all this. Sora’s light. He went from unconsciously giving a desperate call to Sora, to being the light that would guide him. That’s how much Riku has evolved, he became what he promised to be; strong enough to protect his precious person.
Edit: spelling mistake and better wording
#I love him so fucking much#my boy came from so far#all this just to lose Sora over his own choice😭#he literally can protect Sora from anything but Sora himself#Riku is so weak for Sora and I’m here for it#Riku is in fucking love with Sora#I had so much fun writing this#Sora#Riku#kh3#Soriku#Riku is Sora’s light#kingdom hearts#tunnel of light#Riku’s heart is Sora’s light#mars’ rant
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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)
Ch 3: ~Speed Baby~
Synopsis: It’s time to beat Genthru at his own game. And by beat him at his own game you mean dodgeball. And by dodgeball you mean fighting for your life against a Beefy ex-Convict who’s only on this island to give Gon hell. You officially decide Ging Freecs is a huge ass. On the bright side, you develop nicknames for your boys.
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"They're all dead. It's too late."
Your words stunned the other two into silence. It was both fascinating and terrifying what your ability could do. And as you started to curl into yourself, they knew better than to ask about it.
"Are you sure?" It was Gon who spoke up. "There must be some survivors. And if they're badly wounded, they'll need all the help they can get."
You shook your head.
"Not one."
The boy frowned, fist clenched.
"Then we can't let Genthru get away with it."
"We won't," Bisky affirmed. "But we stand no chance if we go after him now. We don't fully know what tricks he has up his sleeve. It's best to continue on and try to beat him at his own game."
"You mean-" Gon was cut off.
"Yup! We'll collect as many cards as we can. We're bound to run into Genthru that way, and when we do we'll be ready then."
By then, you'd calmed yourself down enough to listen to the plan.
Beat him at his own game? Too bad it wasn't just him you were competing with.
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Gon had continued to perfect his ability while all of you waited for Killua's return. He was making surprising progress, now being able to shoot off a small burst of nen from his pointer.
As for the other boy, he'd beaten the first phase and consequently the last phase in just an hour. He was all smiles as you, Bisky, and Gon approached the starting area.
"How was it, Killua?" Gon questioned.
"It was easy. I aced it," the white haired boy said as he high fived the other.
"That's awesome!"
Much to your confusion, Killua looked over at you expectantly. Did he want something? His aura seemed nervous, or maybe it was anxious. Should you say something?
"I, uh, good job kid." Immediately his mood shifted to a happier one.
"So, what did you guys do while I was gone?"
"We collected a ton of spell cards!" Gon answered.
The boys preceded to look through all of them, with Killua wanting to try one: Contact.
A spell card that allowed the user to contact any person on the island they met, even if it was just in passing.
They looked through the list of names and came across one they never thought they'd see here.
"Chrollo Lucilfer? Isn't that the Phantom Troupe guy?" You mumbled.
"Yeah! Gon, when did you run into him!"
"I didn't. Maybe we just passed by each other."
"It makes sense, but I could have sworn Kurapika- WAIT HOLD ON!!! YOU KNOW CHROLLO!?!?" Killua exclaimed.
Goddamnit, you never learn when to shut up, do you?
"YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PHANTOM TROUPE!?!?" It was Gon's turn to interrogate you. Both boys were staring at you with wide eyes. Bisky on the other hand, was looking on in confusion.
Wait a minute
THESE BOYS RAN INTO CHROLLO!!!
Who the hell was letting them get into trouble like that!?!?
"Answers now!" Killua demanded.
"What I meant was, Chrollo Lucilfer? Sounds like a guy who'd be in a very dangerous, black market group called something creepy. Say I dunno, the Phantom Troupe?"
Clearly no one was buying your bullshit once again going by the unamused looks on the boys' faces.
"Look, that's not important right now. What's important is finding out why he's here." You tried to change the subject. Luckily, Bisky was there to divert attention from you.
"Will you tell me what's going on!!!"
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Apparently, the boys had run into Chrollo while trying to get enough money to purchase Greed Island. They thought capturing a Phantom Troupe member would be the easiest way. (What idiots) And accidentally roped in their friends Kurapika and Leorio.
The former puting a condition on Chrollo's heart. If he used nen, he would die.
Simple enough, but if that was true, then the possibility of it actually being Chrollo was slim. Either he had exercised Kurapika's nen or it was someone posing as him. Which brings us to where we are now.
"If it is Chrollo and he somehow got rid of Kurapika's nen, why would he come here?" Gon asked.
"Revenge maybe? Those phantom troupe members do like to hold grudges. Then again, it makes no sense why he'd travel here alone." You guessed.
"Either way it's not good. We should warn Kurapika. I'm gonna hop out of the game again for a few hours." Killua said as he went to leave.
You didn't have a good feeling about this, and as Killua came back with the news that Chrollo was still cursed, the feeling only worsened.
"So we're dealing with a phony after all," you said.
"Yeah, I talked to Kurapika. He was pretty calm about it. By the way he responded, he didn't sound concerned."
"It sounds like you got all worked up over nothing," Bisky commented.
Her words did little to quell your worries. If it wasn't Chrollo, then who was it? Maybe you could convince yourself it was some weirdo hoping to attract attention. Yeah, let's just go with that.
"For now, let's just focus on the task at hand," she continued. "It's time we start trying to beat this game!"
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"It's said that the legendary King White Stag Beetle lives only in this tree," the NPC explained. "And that there's only one way to capture it: hit the tree and shake it out."
Gon nodded and prepared his attack. It was time to see how far he's gotten.
"Show me rock! Jan-Ken-Rock!" He surrounded his fist with nen and struck. The impact from his punch shaking the tree and causing everything in it to fall off. Dozens of bugs rained down upon your small group.
"Oh wow!" The white haired boy stared in wonder as the insects fell. Bisky on the other hand was shielding her head, most likely grossed out.
Gon turned back to face the group, now giving you that same look Killua had earlier.
Was it code for something? It was expectant and anticipating. Like a child wanting to be praised. Oh
Ohhhhhh
Why not just this once?
"Hell yeah, kid!" You cheered. "You're like a mini Hercules with that punch!"
Honey colored eyes beamed up at you.
This would take some getting used to.
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"There is no such girl hidden in this mansion," The NPC said. "And even if there were, you would never be able to find her. Not with all the traps you would have to get past first." He was immediately cut off by Killua.
"Found her!" He walked out of the gate with the girl in tow. "She was hidden in a room deep under ground."
The NPC then tried to attack Killua, but was stopped by you. Your grip firm on his shoulder, stunning him.
"Just accept you've lost so we can move on," you said lazily. Unable to move past you, he poofed into a card.
"Rank F, what a shame." You glanced over to the small assassin. He was proudly showing off the new A Rank card.
"Fast work. You didn't get hurt, did you?"
Was that concern in your voice.
Killua turned to face you with a smile.
"Nope, those traps were nothing compared to what I had to go through back home."
Were you about to throw hands with a family of assassins?
Yes, yes you were.
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After winning a Paladin's Necklace card, the four of you headed towards Dorias, the gambling town. Aka how to develop an addiction.
But there was a small bump in the road for you guys.
Someone had cast contact on Gon.
"Hey Gon! It's been awhile." The boy looked very confused.
"Who are you?" The man on the other end only laughed.
"What you don't remember me? Well what about the player who took The Sword of Truth from you in Antokiba? Remember him?"
Recognition at last filled the boys'faces.
"Stealing cards from kids. Not much of a man, are you?" Your voice shocking the man into silence.
"You? You're traveling with them?" Seems he was scared of you. To be fair, you had been quite feral your first year here. Yes, you weren't a fighter, but sometimes your aura could be scary. Especially when you didn't want to be bothered. Ah good times.
"Yeah, now spit out what you want before we get bored." Both boys stared at you in wonder. Seems you had a reputation.
'The mystery around you thickens,' Bisky thought as the man on the other end shakily continued. She was gonna get answers out of you one day.
"Right, well we had an offer for the boys." We? There were others.
"We want to trade them #66 and 27."
"What do you think?" Gon whispered.
"There's always a catch," you warned.
"Yeah but that guy's scared of you. He'll be less likely to try something," Killua said.
"Bisky, you make the call." You trusted the young looking woman's judgement more than your own.
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She decided to make the trade, a 61 for a 27.
The leader of the group seemed hesitant to stare at you as he handed you the other 66 card. Much to the boys' delight.
"As a peace offering," he said. Then you got a good look at him.
"Hey, I remember you." See there'd only been three groups you'd run into on Greed Island. (You were sure there were more) Genthru's group: who always harassed you into joining them and were now killer's. Tsezguerra's group: who you tolerated just barely and bumped into accidentally. And Kazsule's group: the men in front of you now that had surrounded you on your first day on the island.
Oh yes you remembered him now.
"You actually know this guy?" Killua asked.
"He casted several spell cards on me during my first day here and ran away with his tail between his legs after my aura got intense. Isn't that right?"
"It was a mistake that I'm trying to rectify at the moment. No hard feelings," Kazsule said still not meeting your eyes.
"Fine." He did give your group two new cards. You supposed you could call it even for now.
After he left the boys continued to pester you about the situation. Bisky watched on silently, not offering you any relief.
"You really dodged spell cards!?!?"
"Your aura was really that strong to scare him away!?!?!"
You groaned, the circles under your eyes seeming to darken.
"Look boys, there's only two things you need to know. #1-Don't upset me, and #2- My ability is speed." Well your ability simplified was speed. But they didn't need to know about that right now.
"That's it!?! Can't you tell us a little more?" Bisky nagged. She was a little too interested in you.
"Nope, now let's teach these kids how to gamble."
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"We get prizes from the slots?" Gon questioned.
"Well it is the city of gambling," Killua responded.
"You have a .01 percent chance of winning. That's just 1 in 10,000," Bisky said.
"And an even smaller chance of keeping your winnings after the addiction kicks in," you added.
Killua had the bright idea to use a Luck Die before trying out a slot machine. Clever, but the die was a double edged sword. You could either roll and have the best time of your life, or roll and end up in a ditch somewhere.
Fun
"There's only a 1 in 20 chance it backfires on us," Killua justified. He rolled a Good Luck.
"All we gotta do it spin the wheel!"
All 7's first try and an A rank card.
"See! I told you! This little die really is the key to hitting it big time in this city."
"But what if you roll Worse Luck?" Bisky questioned. "Things could get really ugly really fast."
"Don't worry about it," the white haired boy brushed off. "It's not like it's gonna kill me, right?"
Speak of the devil.
An explosion happened at the slot machine a few rows down. Apparently the guy there kept rolling a luck die five times in a row and landed on a Bad Luck.
Oh the irony
"You were saying," you teased.
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"I'm gonna do it. Just one more time," Killua grumbled. He'd been going at it for a good hour, bags suddenly under his eyes like yours.
"I said I'm gonna do it. SO I'M GONNA DO IT!"
Yeah that's enough for today.
Before he could roll another die, you picked him up and hoisted him away from the machine.
"HEY PUT ME DOWN!!!"
"When I said you'd develop an addiction, I was just joking. You know that right?"
"I DON'T CARE! JUST LET ME ROLL ONE MORE TIME!!! JUST ONE MORE!"
"Here's what we're not gonna do. We're not gonna continue gambling and we're not gonna use that die again. I don't know about you, but I'd prefer if we didn't explo-"
You were cut off my the feeling of teeth sinking into your arm.
You dropped the boy immediately and looked at him incredulously.
Did he just?
The smug look on his face let you know he did.
"HE JUST BIT ME!!!!" Gon and Bisky looked at each other, trying to stifle their laughter.
"YEAH AND I'D DO IT AGAIN!"
This freaking kid.
"YOU-YOU- YOU GREMLIN!!!!" You surged forward and threw him over your shoulder.
"HEY!"
"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU, GREMLIN. WE'RE LEAVING AND THAT'S FINAL!"
You started to walk towards the exist, Bisky and Gon following behind.
But Killua wasn't done with his little fit. He pushed himself up and pressed his hand against your face, squooshing your cheek and turning your head.
"PUT ME DOWN!!!" There went your ear drums.
Fine he wanted to play dirty. You could play.
You turned your head sharply and chomped down on his hand.
"OW!"
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET GREMLIN, NOW BEHAVE!" You hope you shattered his eardrums the way he shattered yours.
He continued struggling, now resorting to pinching you with his surprisingly sharp nails. Wait, couldn't he make them sharp on purpose?
Oooh that little-
You dropped him outside of the gambling building and grabbed ahold of his cheek, pulling it as you yelled.
"QUIT IT RIGHT NOW!"
"YOU QUIT IT!"
"Should we do something about them?" Gon asked Bisky.
"It's best to let them settle it themselves," came her answer as Killua tried to elbow drop you.
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After you'd successfully managed to wrangle Killua away from the gambling area, the four of you continued to collect cards.
You'd all collected 50 specified cards when Killua came up with an idea. Trade frantic players Leave Cards in exchange for rare ones.
It proved to be a success, leaving the grand total to 54.
"So up to this point, we've been deliberately avoiding the other players. But now, there's certain cards we really need," Killua said.
"You're not wrong, but it's not exactly a bright idea to approach just anybody that comes across our path," you informed.
"I know, but we're running out of options. We're gonna have to take risk if we wanna beat this game."
Bisky listened to both sides of the argument before adding her thoughts.
"Well I suggest we get all that we can ourselves and then actively negotiate with other players we meet on the way. That sound good to you?"
"I'm in."
"Yeah!"
"Sounds fair."
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"Hey, I've got a question." Gon spoke.
"This necklace is supposed to be able to remove curses, right?"
"From spell cards, but not any others," Killua answered.
Gon pouted at the response.
"Guess it won't work then."
"What won't work?" You asked. Just what was going on in that boy's head.
"Well you see, me and Killua had run into a village awhile back. They were all sick and didn't have a cure for it. I was wondering if maybe a curse was behind the illness."
You gave a small smile.
"Doesn't hurt to try anyways."
Ew, since when did you start becoming optimistic. It sure as hell didn't help with that kid beaming up at you.
"You mean it!?!?"
He really was a good kid, wasn't he?
"Sure do, you little munchkin."
"Wait minute Gon. We didn't run into any villagers, did we?" Killua said confused.
"Ohh, you mean the guys who took your money," Bisky teased.
The what?!?
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Apparently the bandits (not villagers) could be cured with the Paladin's Necklace.
They had all poofed into cards and just by Gon touching them, the curse was lifted. The card you all received in exchange was #75: Lucky Alexandrite.
Coincidentally right after, guess who called?
It was once again Kazsule. And he wanted to meet in person.
"A team is close to clearing the game." So he was giving you guys a heads up?
"A three manned team lead by someone named Genthru." Ah that makes sense.
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Apparently Kazsule also contacted other groups to meet up. He wanted to come up with a plan to beat Genthru.
"As I told you all, Team Genthru is very close to completing the game. I just checked the ranking, and they're currently at 96 types. We have to come up with a strategy and now."
Killua raised his hand.
"I have a question."
"Yeah?" Kazsule responded.
"How exactly do you check the rankings?" Before Kazsule could answer, one of the other group leaders cut him off.
"Great, you don't even know how to do that?" Her tone was sneering. "We don't have time to explain the whole game to them. So just cut to the chase alright."
All four of you glared at her. Now today had already been a lot. You'd been bitten, pinched, and physically drained. (Thanks Gremlin.) So you weren't particularly in the mood to be sassed at by a somebody who thought they were better than you. Lacking enough restraint, you let your disdain slip.
"Bitch."
She snapped her head towards you.
"What was that?"
You would have repeated yourself, but unfortunately you had an example to set now.
"I said I have an itch." Ah yes, another lie that nobody was clearly buying. But you didn't care all that much if she heard what you said the first time.
"You-"
"Hey, hey!" Kazsule intervened. "There's no need to be mean, all of us are here to exchange information."
"He's right Asta," his teammate interjected. "These kids just might have some information you don't."
"Ha, that's impossible," Asta dismissed.
One more insult. If this bitch opened her mouth with one more insult you were gonna kick her ass.
"Their Rank A armatures who don't even know how to use the trade shop. Don't make me laugh."
You let out a low growl catching the others' attention. Gon and Killua looked at each other before smirking.
What was it you said? Don't make you angry?
But once again Kazsule averted everyone's attention.
"In the trade shop, you can look at the official rankings of who has the most cards. Which can be really useful. And if you lay a fee, you can even see which specific cards they have."
And once again Asta had something to add.
"But just because you can get a player's name from the ranking, doesn't mean you can use Contact. You've gotta meet them for that. Do you feel a little smarter now, little boy." Her jab was directed at Killua.
That was your last straw.
Nobody could insult your kids except you.
You stood up.
"Boys could you cover your ears for a sec?" Your voice was eerily sweet. They nodded and did as you asked. Once you were sure they couldn't hear you, you went at it.
"Okay, listen you snarky, pompous, little bitch. You can stop running your mouth and shaking around those thangs. If you're just gonna bitch and moan about why you're so much better, I'm gonna give you a black eye. And trust me, you won't see it coming. Now either shut the fuck up and apologize to my boys or prepare to stand by your words."
The clearing was quiet as they waited for Asta's response. Nobody daring to speak, except for Bisky who whispered "way to get her to shut up."
You were reminded of why you refused to be a hunter. Most, if not all of them, were all just power, money hungry assholes who thought having a special license gave them the authority to treat others like shit. Asta being a prime example.
"Fine. I went too far."
You gestured for the boys to uncover their ears as she droned on.
"But if your group can't contribute, then you children should go running home." And the bitch was back.
It was Killua this time who decided to give her some sass.
"The only one who hasn't contributed so far is you." Atta boy.
"Well one thing is clear. You're all big talkers, but I need to see some proof."
You
Were
Gonna
Kill
This
Bitch
"We know Team Genthru's abilities," Gon added shutting her up again.
Atta boys
"And there are 3 cards they're missing. We have one of them. Heh, still got a problem?"
Was this pride you were feeling.
"Nope, that's good enough for me." God you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off her face.
"Hold on, let's see some proof that you can be useful to us, because I doubt it."
ATTA BOY KILLUA
"71 types of specified slot cards. That's a hell of a lot more than you have. How bout I give you an A Rank in return for a little information. Is that good enough?" This bitch really thought you guys were that stupid.
"No it isn't. We can get those ourselves, no big deal. If you want us to tell you anything, you can give us two S Rank cards or equally valuable information"
Gremlin no more, he was promoted to precious boi.
"Don't press your luck you damn little brat."
Well, you warned her earlier.
"Here that everyone, these guys won't be of any help! They want-!"
In a split second, you were up on the rock she seated herself at, fist millimeters away from her left eye.
Once again, the silence was deafening.
"Which eye do you like seeing out of most? I already told you if you continued to run your mouth you'd have to back up your words." Your voice was ice and despite the intensity of the situation, your posture was relaxed. Like getting up there was an inconvenience.
"I-I-I" she couldn't feel your nen. She couldn't sense you when you moved. And she could tell from the gleam in your eyes that you had meant every word you said earlier.
Cold and uninterested. Everything you had been a few months ago.
"You don't need to protect me from everything you know?
"Of course I do you dummy. I'm the older one, it's my job."
But you'd softened a little. And even though you really wanted to put this bitch in her place, you swore you wouldn't fight anymore.
But that didn't mean you couldn't give her a piece of your mind.
"I'll give you one more shot to apologize. You got that, little girl?"
"I'm sorry for going too far. I just wanted to make sure we weren't talking any risk in beating Genthru. We're all good now."
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Once that was out of the way, Asta started giving out information on how the game works to the boys. And without condescending them. A shocker.
Gon also revealed how Genthru's abilities worked. And everybody went around introducing themselves while also giving helpful tips.
It was then decided that all of you would try to get the Strip of Beach card to monopolize.
And with that, you were all off to Soufrabi.
It was a beautiful town with a nice beach right next to it. In only a matter of minutes, you'd found someone with the information you were looking for.
"The pirates run this entire town," the NPC explained. "Every last inch of it. You see, there's this local legend about an underwater cave called Poseidon's Cavern that's supposed to be around here somewhere. The Strip of Beach is the entrance to it. Not too many years ago, 15 pirates came to this town because they'd heard about the legend and that this cave also contained an unbelievable amount of treasure inside.
"Razor and his 14 devils. The poor fishermen were all tortured and killed. Then the pirates murdered anybody who knew about the Strip of Beach. If you can get rid of the pirates, I promise I'll tell you everything I know."
It was quite the information to digest. And apparently, the event could only be triggered by 15 players. Which means the game wants players to work together instead of against each other.
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The 15 of you used Accompany to travel to the pirates' base. They clearly weren't expecting any company.
"Who the hell are you guys?" One of them slurred out.
"Look, this is a private party, so get lost."
It was Kazsule who spoke up.
"We're only here to talk. Would you please leave this town."
Immediately the pirates bursted into laughter. And you couldn't really blame them. Diplomatics were not the way with criminals.
"It's been a while since we heard that line."
The biggest one threw a circle of liquor and fire on the floor as he laughed.
"If you want us to leave here, talking just ain't gonna cut it," he sneered. "I don't care how many of you attack me at once. If you can knock me out of this ring, then I'll take you guys over to see our boss."
A lot of confidence from someone with a weak aura. Gon and Killua could beat him with both hands tied behind their backs.
Speaking of weak auras, a member from your side stepped up.
"If it's brawn your looking for, then I'm your man." No, no he was not his man. His nen was even weaker than his spark of aura. God, a gust of wind could knock him over.
The big guy in the middle didn't even flinch when the other attacked. In fact, he just picked him up and preceded to torture him. Putting his foot over the fire to burn him slowly.
"AHHHH! LET ME GOOO!!!! I GIVE UP I LOSE!!!!"
His screams were agonizing and the stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
You wanted to run away.
You wanted it to stop
You just wanted his screams to stop.
"It's just a job, it's nothing personal."
It's nothing personal
But why was he grinning
Why was he enjoying this.
You could tell you were shaking, but there was nothing you could do. You'd forgotten just how disgusting people could be.
And you were grateful, so fucking grateful that Gon had been fast enough to react before your teammate got seriously injured.
Your thoughts quieted down enough to hear what they were saying.
"He said he lost already. Why didn't you let him go!" You'd never heard Gon this angry. And that smidge of darkness in his aura seemed to surface.
"He knew what the rules are," the pirate spat out.
"You lose if you step outside the ring. Anything else including a forfeit is completely meaningless."
What a disgusting creature.
You felt a tug on your arm.
"You okay?" Killua asked.
You shook your head.
"I'll be better once someone kicks that guy's ass." It was a joke more than a suggestion, but the mini assassin seemed to take it to heart.
He stepped up after the pirate confirmed Gon had lost by jumping out of the circle. His aura determined and confident.
"What's this, you gonna team up on me?" The faster that oaf shut his mouth, the easier it would be to collect your thoughts.
"Let me borrow this," Killua said as he snagged a bottle of alcohol. He popped the lid off.
"No! You wouldn't!"
Killua smirked and jumped above the pirate. Then he spiked the alcohol down on him and used his emitter ability to set the pirate on fire.
Goddamnit, more burning flesh.
The pirate screamed in agony before running out of the circle of fire and rolling on the floor to extinguish his head.
Killua walked over to you while you were holding your nose shut.
"Feel better?" He asked.
"I would have preferred if you just knocked him out, but I appreciate the gesture. It was the least you could do after bitting me," you lightly teased.
"You're still mad about that?!?"
"I'll never trust again."
Your brief moment of peace interrupted by the pirate again.
"GRR! YOU BRAT, YOU'RE DEAD!!!!"
You stepped in front of Killua, preparing nen in your leg to defend. Luckily, the guy's teammate intervened. He kicked him to the wall and started lecturing him.
"You made up all of the rules yourself, so get over it." His voice was ice cold.
"Yeah, that's on me," the oaf responded.
"This way, I'll take you to the boss." The second pirate turned to leave, expecting the rest of you to follow.
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He led you all to a small building by the beach. Several courts prepared throughout it. Like it was some kind of gym.
"You got visitors boss."
Jesus Christ. The man in front of you was a titan. He was lifting a weight, completely unbothered by the news. My god, he looked like he could crush a head with his bare hands, without using an ounce of nen. This guy???? This behemoth was the boss.
And his aura
Jesus
So much darkness and hidden bloodlust. Was that anticipation too??? What the hell was this dude waiting on?
"Yeah, and who are they?" He didn't turn to face your group as he spoke.
"Seems they want us to leave town."
"That so?"
He finally set down the weights.
"Hmm, then let's have a competition, shall we? If you win we'll leave the island peacefully. It'll be up to us to choose what the contest will be. All right?"
You didn't have a good feeling about this.
"And what if we lose? What'll happen to us then?" Goreinu asked.
"Oh nothing really. You'll just have to leave. Simple as that," Razor responded.
You didn't like how he kept smiling. It was almost like he knew you guys couldn't beat whatever challenges you'd face.
"Fine, let's go," Kazsule agreed.
"It's an athletics contest. Where each member will challenge you to a match in their specialty sport. One win each. First to 8 wins is the victor."
Ha, figures the beefy dude would make you guys play sports. You just hoped he didn't compete. He would surely kill whoever he went up against.
"My challenge is first up," one of the other pirates stepped forward. Thank God.
"And I'm gonna go with boxing."
"Well," Razor started. "Who wants to take him?"
"I've got this one," someone volunteered.
"There is just one special condition: you can use items conjured by nen." Thank you beefy man.
But Kazsule and his friend didn't feel the same as you.
"What the hell!?!?
"You can't call that boxing!"
They were missing the point. It was obviously an advantage for your side to use and not the other. There's no way they'd allow nen weapons if they weren't sure they could win.
And you were proven correct when the pirate confirmed it himself.
The man on your side was far too cocky, letting himself think because he had the stronger punches he'd have the advantage. He wasn't prepared for his opponent's nen ability.
The 'pirate' had made two separate portals for his fist. One for it to go through and the other right under your guy's chin.
It costs your side the match.
It was then that Killua came up with a plan. (That little schemer) You'd all throw the matches in order to find out the opponents' nen abilities and future challenges. A clever strategy.
The only problem was that you couldn't compete with the same team twice. And with Asta's team withdrawing, you were down three members.
Well, you would have been down three members if she hadn't given her final warning. Now you were down 10 members. Even when she leaves she damns you.
With no other options but to get new players, the boys decided to find your little imposter friend.
Chrollo Lucifer.
That yucky feeling was back, and as the boys speculated it might be another Troupe member, it worsened.
"If it is a member of the Troupe, we won't invite them. We'll see what they say," Gon planned out.
"Yeah, well then what's the point of even trying. We already know it's one of them," Killua scolded.
"We need to know who they are, but why they're here is even more important."
"WHAT ARE YOU, A DAMN IDIOT?!?! ARE YOU JUST GONNA ASK THEM WHY THEY'RE HERE!?!?" Killua shouted. There went your eardrums again.
"BECAUSE BIG SURPRISE THEY'RE NOT GONNA TELL YOU!!!!"
"YEAH? I'M AN IDIOT, FINE!!! BUT I'M STILL GONNA ASK AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!!" Gon yelled back.
God it'd been a long day and you were tired.
You picked them up by the back of their shirts, the way a cat would it's kittens.
"Goblins! Stop fighting!" They ignored you and tried to kick at each other while continuing to screech. You weren't in the mood for this, life or death situation, you didn't care anymore.
Your final straw was Gon accidentally kicking you square in the jaw trying to get at Killua.
"I SAID ENOUGH!!!" Finally snapping, you thudded the boys against each other, foreheads smacking against one another. Their arguing ceased and they clutched their heads in pain.
You lifted them eye level, your voice low.
"If you can't learn to get along within the next five minutes, so help me I'll take you both out of this game. Got it?" Your glare was harsh.
They looked at each other before turning back to you. Figuring it was safe, you set them down.
"We're sorry, Y/n." Gon was the first to apologize. He had to elbow Killua for his.
"Sorry. We promise we won't fight anymore.... unless Gon's being an idiot." He mumbled out the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear. Your sharp look let him know you had.
"Kidding, kidding, heh heh."
"Are they always like this?" Goreinu asked Bisky.
"Pretty much, but usually Y/n stays out of it. They must really be fed up to intervene."
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Gon had ended up using accompany to find the Chrollo imposter. The five of you now in a misty area.
You focused your eyes to see through the fog. There was definitely someone there. And they were strong from the look of their aura. It felt predatory.
There was a soft plashing of water, then the mist cleared slightly and there was a silhouette.
Wait
Wait a fucking minute.
WAS THIS DUDE TAKING A BATH!!!!!!!
The mist cleared up even more, revealing the man's bright pink hair
"No way," Killua said.
"Hisoka!?!" Gon followed up.
But quite frankly you didn't care. All you cared about was having fast enough reflexes before this dude turned around.
"SHIT BOYS!!! DON'T LOOK!!! DON'T LOOK!!!!" You screeched as you quickly put your hands over their eyes.
"Huh?"
"Why?"
"DON'T YOU SASS ME RIGHT NOW!!! KEEP THOSE PEEPERS CLOSED!!!"
The man, Hisoka, fully turned around. He flashed you a wolfish grin and you wanted to gag. Your only regret in life? Not having enough hands.
"Hmm? What have we here? It seems I have unexpected guest," Hisoka said as if you all didn't just walk in on him.
His predatory nen only seemed to increase.
This was such a bad idea.
"Long time no see." He addressed the boys and increased his aura output.
And even though they couldn't see him (Your hand unwavering) they increased their aura as well.
Hisoka only chuckled.
"Just as I suspected. You've matured quite a lot, haven't you?" He practically moaned out. The lust?????? from his aura increased. It was almost suffocating.
"You've clearly found an excellent teacher. You'll continue to ripen into sweet fruit, just as I thought," he purred out.
My god you wanted to bleach your eyes as his little friend greeted the world.
But you were also disgusted. Very much appalled. And completely pissed.
You were growling as his eyes moved up from the boys to you.
"The hell did you just call my boys?" Your own aura spiking slightly. Damn, it'd been a while since you slipped up like this. But this man had pissed you off in a way where you didn't care about being careful anymore.
"Ah, this one's already so ripe. I assume you had a hand in teaching them?"
You were gonna kill this dude.
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you where you stand if you so much as glance at my boys the wrong way."
His aura only radiated excitement.
And where was Bisky to save you?
She was drooling over Hisoka and all his glory. Seems the world was just full of pervs.
"What is it you want with me?" He said nonchalant, as if he didn't just fantasize about two 12 year old boys.
"Put on some goddamn clothes first and then we'll talk, you creepy weirdo," you growled out.
Like hell you were gonna remove your hands when Hisoka was running loose with that thang out.
"Aww, you're no fun."
"I'll break you."
Finally this dude put on some pants and a shirt. And you carefully peeled your hands off the boys' faces.
"I have a question," Gon said once he could see.
"What're you doing in the game?"
You could practically feel Hisoka plotting, his aura shifting to uncertainty. You had to take what he said with a grain of salt.
"I came here to look for Chrollo."
Another round of is it the truth or is it bullshit.
Ding Ding Ding! Looks like a load of bs.
"He's still crippled by Kurapika's nen, but there's actually a way to remove it."
Thank you captain obvious.
"Seems you already know, which will make things easier. I'm looking for Chrollo to pass that along, but I have no leads. Before long, I remembered that some of the Spiders were interested in this game. So of course, if I can locate them, they might be able to tell me where Chrollo is."
Ding Ding Ding! Another one for bullshit.
"And using his handle all but guarantees they'll try to contact me."
"He was just pretending to be a member of the Phantom Troupe," Killua surmised.
"Now I have a question for you." Hisoka said, eyeing the children.
"Better be appropriate," you warned.
"But of course. Tell me, did you really come all the way out here just to ask me that?"
"Sure did," Gon answered without hesitation.
"Um," Bisky budded in. "Truth is, we're here looking for people who are really strong." Her tone was eerily sweet and airy. Like she was trying to flatter him.
"And we were hoping you might join us."
"Hell no!" You interjected. This creep, following your boys around??? You'd rather gouge your eyes out.
Bisky harshly pinched your side.
"But we've already come all this way, it'd be a shame to leave empty handed." Then she batted her eyes up at Hisoka.
And before you could protest again, Hisoka had agreed.
"Alright. May I ask why you're looking for strong people?"
The group made a huddle.
"I don't like this, it's risky," Goreinu commented.
"It sure is," Killua backed up
"You don't know who this guy is Bisky."
"We can't trust this creep and nothing can convince me otherwise," you added.
"What? Of course I know who he is and to add onto your point, Y/n-" Bisky used her nen to spell out one single phrase.
He's lying.
Well at least you wouldn't have to convince them of his deceit later.
"The city of love, Aiai, isn't very far from here. You can meet all kinds of people. You might even find the strength that you're looking for," Hisoka suggested.
The city of Iove?????? Was this dude messing with your group???? Regardless, you all followed his directions.
You, Bisky, Gon, and Killua split up into your group in front.
"What exactly did you mean about him lying?" Killua asked.
"Well technically, I should have said that he wasn't telling the truth," Bisky responded.
"But how could you tell?" Gon questioned.
"It was really more of a hunch."
"She's right boys. That weirdo was lying, or at the very least hiding something. Remember my eyes?"
"They can see aura right?" Gon answered.
"Yup and with aura are your emotions. His was riddled with deceit and mischief." And something else that you will not be discussing at this time.
"That's actually pretty handy," Killua complimented.
"Yeah, which means you can't hide things from me Gremlin," you teased while poking his cheek.
It was at that moment you felt a disturbance in the force. That lust in Hisoka's aura spiked up again. You turned sharply around as Gon and Killua felt a chill up their spine.
THAT FUCKING PEDO CLOWN WAS STARING AT THEIR ASSES!!!!!
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It'd taken around 30-40 minutes for Goreinu, Bisky, Killua, and Gon to pry your fingers off of Hisoka's neck. And another 20 of all four of them holding you back after Hisoka had said-
"Oooh, I do like it when they have some fight in them."
Aiai had proven to be completely useless, only serving as a way for Hisoka to cure his boredom.
And during that small interval, you could tell something was eating away at Killua. Perhaps he had realized something about that creepy clown.
And after Gon had asked for Hisoka's binder did it click...
Killua wanted to see if Hisoka had already found who he was looking for. With Gon asking, it be less inconspicuous.
"Look here it is, Tsezguerra." He willing showed his binder.
What was that shit on his binder. It was made of nen, but what was it? Nobody else seemed to see it. It was probably best not to say anything until Hisoka was out of the picture.
But damn was it strange. You focused your eyes a little harder trying to see through his ability, but you were still rusty. Had this been 5 years ago, you would've had no problem.
But one thing was for sure, He was definitely hiding something.
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After the Hisoka debacle, the six of you had met up with Tsezguerra's group. They agreed to help out, bringing the group total back to 10. It was decided the other 5 members would be regular players looking for a way to get back to the real world. With that settled, you all headed back to the pirates' base .
"Let's start off with some boxing," Razor announced.
"Heh heh heh. I'm about to send you packing," his lackey said.
Tsezguerra's man had beat him easy, backing him into a corner and throwing one punch after the other. The pirate couldn't use his nen to save himself and lost the match.
That was one win down.
You'd gotten the second with another man from Tsezguerra's team in bowling.
The third from basketball. So Team Tsezguerra had some firepower after all.
But something had changed within Razor's group. The big oaf from earlier stepped forward. And by the look of him, he was pissed.
"I'm done following your stupid orders! I'll be doing things my own way from now on!" He addressed Razor as he threw down his hat.
"ALRIGHT BRAT, LET'S STEP OUTSIDE!" His words were directed at Killua.
And while you knew the boy was more than capable of taking down this oaf, you couldn't help the surge of protectiveness that overcame you.
"Outside? You mean the Sumo Ring?" Killua taunted.
"I'M DONE MESSING AROUND! WANT ME TO KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!"
The Oaf's friend tried to pull him back as he stalked towards Killua. You stepped in front of him. If that loudmouth tried anything, you'd hurt him. Luckily for him, Razor intervened.
"That violates our agreement. You want to go back to jail, Bopobo?" That grin on his face never wavered, and you could feel his bloodlust start to stir.
If that oaf knew what was good for him, he should stop talking right away.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!! I'M ALL DONE PLAYING THIS RIDICULOUS GAME!!!"
NPC's weren't supposed to know this was a game.
These pirates...
They were all real people.
"C'mon guys, whose with me!?!? If we team up, we could totally crush that damn bastard!!!!"
Razor's bloodlust released in full. He had every intention of killing this guy if he didn't shut up.
"Then we could find a boat and use it to get off this damn island!!!"
Razor has summoned a ball of nen, it's power completely destructive. You froze in place as he threw his attack at his former teammate.
The man's head, unable to withstand the sheer force of Razor's nen, splattered open. Blood poured out underneath him.
You were shaking, you were shaking so bad you couldn't stand.
Blood
There was so much blood.
You collapsed on your knees, a sick feeling churning in your stomach.
He'd killed his teammate. He splattered his brains everywhere. And yet....
And yet he kept that smile on his face.
You trembled on the ground eyes wide with horror.
This man, Razor, reminded you too much of them.
You couldn't focus enough on what was going on around you, not noticing the way Gon, Killua, and Bisky had tried to snap you out of it.
That sick feeling in your stomach rising up to your throat.
You hunched over and heaved, vile spewing out. You gasped in between coughs, trying to get enough air to calm down.
You barley registered someone patting you on the back.
"It's okay. You're gonna be okay. Deep breaths alright." It was Bisky.
You gave a few more gags and coughs, trying to get out your fear and disgust before calming down.
Bisky gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulder.
"You're okay. Do you feel a little better?" In truth, you did not. You wanted to hide. But now wasn't the time to be scared. You had to pull through. You needed to pull through. You couldn't let them down.
So you shakily tried to get up.
You felt a pair of small hands try to stabilize you.
"Can you manage by yourself?" You recognized the voice as Gon.
"I just need a minute and I'll be fine. Don't worry about it, okay?" You felt a sharp thud to your head. You turned to face your assailant, scowling.
"Idiot! Of course we're gonna worry about it!" You hadn't expected Killua to sound so concerned, let alone admit he was worried.
"You just collapsed and threw up! Are we just supposed to brush it off as nothing!?!? Gon! Back me up here!!!"
"Killua has a point. What exactly happened to you?"
"I don't do well around blood." You said as you stood up fully. You were thankful for the brief distraction the boys gave you. It was enough for you to regain your bearings.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Then you'd felt it. You'd felt Razor unleash his full aura. The feeling of it almost making you collapse again.
"Is everything settled? Good, now I think I'll go with an 8 on 8 game...of dodgeball." Oh fuck.
This dude, who just spiked his buddy's head off, wanted to play dodgeball. There's no way.
Razor used his nen to summon 7 players for his side. It was gonna be one point per person. Whoever won would take all.
You did not like his grin at all.
And the weaker players seemed to be on the same page you were a few minutes ago. They all fled. Leaving just 7 of you left.
And Razor, the saint that he was, wouldn't let your team participate with just 7.
"There's no point in arguing with an in-game character, but wasn't Bopobo you're friend?" Gon's question directed at the beefy man. He sounded as upset as you looked.
"I don't get it. What could he have done that was so bad he deserved to die for it." Anger mingled with his aura.
Razor wasted no time answering.
"Robbery, rape, and murder too. 11 confirmed counts of you wanna get specific."
He was a convict, not a 'pirate' character. So did that mean... All these guys were criminals in the real world?
Everybody else seemed to have caught on as well.
"This isn't a virtual world," Tsezguerra started to explain. "Geed Island really exists. This game takes place in the world we all know." The news was shocking to your small group.
"However, revealing that information to a player who truly believes that they're inside a game is taboo. So that's why Bopobo was executed. This guy here, Razor, he's a game master. A real human."
They were all real. But why were criminals posing as characters here?
"Game master?" Gon asked.
"It means he's one of the people who created this game."
"But then- wait!" Gon's aura shifted over to excitement. Right. His father had made this game for him.
"Bopobo and the other pirates are probably condemned inmates," Tsezguerra continued. "He disobeyed orders and attempted to instigate a mutiny. Execution was warranted."
"It's not fake," Gon repeated.
"Afraid not, Munchkin. This is all real. A little too real," you mumbled the last part out.
"I never realized that," Killua commented.
"I had never even considered it," Bisky added.
The sound of Razor bouncing a ball grabbed everybody's attention.
"Well, it really doesn't matter much in the long run, since this island is isolated from the rest of the world."
"Hey, wait a second!" Gon interrupted. He took a step forward, aura now nervous. "If this is real life, then does that mean - that Ging is here too."
Gon's words immediately wiped the forever grin off Razor's face. But as quickly as it had vanished, it returned.
"I see, you're Gon Freecs I presume."
You took a stance besides Gon, already feeling Razor's shift in mood. And with Gon's confirmation, the anticipation from Razor's aura skyrocketed.
Did he hate Ging and want to take it out on his son?
Well he would have to go through you first.
"Your dad told me you would be coming here someday...And not to take it easy on you."
What?
WHAT!?!??
Gon's father, his own father, told this titan not to hold back!?!??? Was he insane!?!??!?
And Gon, your precious sun child, grinned at the information.
Maybe he thought of it as his father trusting in his abilities. But this is the same man who left his child. If anything it a way to deter Gon from finding him.
Alas, you couldn't find it in you to break the young boy's spirit.
You hoped you were wrong.
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Goreinu had substituted one player for a nen beast, completing the team of 8 and allowing you to play.
The rules were 7 players on the court and 1 outside. First team without any players in the court would lose. If you're hit with the ball, you're out and have to exit the court. You may bring back one player by saying the phrase "Back." Ricochets are live until they land on the floor.
Essentially whoever the ball hits last is out.
Good to know.
"And begin!"
Killua was the first to the ball, and prepared to spike it. He looked over at Razor.
"Go ahead, you take the first shot." He seemed a little more enthusiastic now, his forever grin feeling a little more genuine.
Killua spiked the ball over to Goreinu.
"You sound pretty confident. Well, consider this as may way of saying hello!!!!" Goreinu shouted as he hurled the ball at #4, effectively getting him out.
"All right!" Killua cheered.
"One down already, let's just try to keep it up."
Goreinu's nen beast tossed the ball back to him. He repeated the process and got out #5.
It was almost too easy.
Something wasn't adding up.
And you were proven correct when Razor caught Goreinu's throw with one hand. Despite your teammate pouring his nen into the ball.
"Time for us to launch the counterattack." Razor said as he coated the ball with his own nen.
Uh oh. This doesn't look good.
That nen had the intent to kill.
And poor Goreinu was none the wiser.
Razor wound his arm back, bloodlust leaking through.
The shot would kill him.
Another death I'm front of you.
"SWITCH WITH ME!" You shouted. Goreinu looked at you questioningly. You didn't have enough time to explain, not as you felt Razor launch the ball towards you.
You shoved Goreinu out of the way, now face to face with Razor's throw. You only had a few seconds. If you dodged, the person behind you was fucked. If you tried to stop it, your leg would snap like a twig.
Fuck it
Your nen was speed remember?
You focused your nen into your legs and dashed backwards, successfully tackling the person behind you down. You could feel an intense heat from the ball as it grazed your back. The ball itself imbedded in the skull of Goreinu's nen beast who was unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time outside the court.
"Not bad," Razor praised. "Getting you out won't be an easy task with that speed."
You tried not to look behind you, knowing you might not recover fast enough this time. Instead you focused on the person you tackled down.
"My, my. This is the third time you've thrown yourself at me. If I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush." Goddamnit, it was Hisoka.
You should've let the bastard get hit.
"Go read the Bible you skeez," you grumbled out.
"Is everyone else okay?"
Goreinu hesitantly got up.
"That-that would have killed me." His voice was frazzled. He looked traumatized.
Maybe it was best to let him sit it out.
"We need someone outside of the court, can you manage that?" You asked, trying to distract him from his near death experience.
He looked at you with blank eyes before slowly nodding.
"Okay, there you go big guy. Leave the rest to us, okay?"
Razor lifted up a brow, curious to what you were doing.
"Should we count this as a win for my side then?" He asked. "This is a special case, since the nen beast in the outfield died, is Goreinu forfeiting to fill it's place?"
What were you, team captain?
"Just count it was a draw or whatever. I really don't give a damn right now" you hissed after making sure Goreinu was okay enough to be left alone.
"Very well then, it's a draw."
You made your way back to the court, not noticing the wide eyes staring at your back.
There was a giant scorch mark on your shirt.
A sign you escaped death by a literal hair.
"Let's move on," Razor instructed as he passed the ball to his teammates. The ones on the outfield passed it towards each other, then back to razor.
The four of them boxing in your group.
They were moving incredibly fast. So fast that even your eyes had trouble tracking the ball.
You'd hardly sensed it when #4 lobbed the ball at Tsezguerra's side. It was already too late to react, a sickening crunch filling the air.
Killua reacted quickly and picked up the ball. Surprisingly, nen still covered it.
Bisky and Gon rushed over to Tsezguerra's side to asses the damage. He'd most likely broken all his ribs. It was a miracle he'd been able to stand.
"He focused his aura on his back. That's the only reason that wasn't a fatal blow." Razor informed. "Alright tend to his injuries."
But Tsezguerra had refused, most likely the result of a wounded ego. Luckily, his men had tended to him instead.
Killua once again had the ball, bouncing it as he decided what to do.
"Hisoka!" Gon called out.
Oh no, the one thing you never wanted to hear from your boys. But you supposed it was time to see what the pervy clown could do.
"Very well, hand it over," he said gesturing towards the ball.
Apparently, Hisoka had an ability called Bunji Gum. It had the properties of both rubber and gum, as he put it. Meaning, he could throw the ball and have it come right back to him as long as a strand was attached to him.
Hisoka successfully got out #3.
"Now, let's have some fun shall we," he purred out. His nen once again completely predatory.
"Surely this can't be all you got."
Razor chuckled at his statement.
"Just bring it on."
Hisoka threw the ball, but before it could connect, #6 and #7 fused together. The now #13 caught the ball, and he was refusing to let go.
"You're a strong one," Hisoka conceded.
"Looks like it may turn to attack," Razor announced as his nen beast gave him the ball.
Uh oh
This wasn't good.
Gon and Killua immediately activated Ken in preparation. Determined Aura flowing from both of them.
"So you boys know how to use Ken, huh? Then you won't die. That is, if you get really lucky of course."
Razor loaded the ball with even more nen.
He really was trying to kill them wasn't he?
"Here I come, Gon."
Hell no
Razor unleashed a monster throw, the force of it shattering the lights above you.
There was no way in hell you were gonna let that hit your kid.
You didn't give a damn if this was personal.
You sure as hell didn't care if Ging set this up on purpose.
You didn't even care if Gon would be mad at you after.
You weren't gonna lose another kid.
These boys...
They were one of your own now.
You pushed all the nen you had towards your legs and dashed up. With unwavering resolve, you used your right and made contact with the ball.
Razor's nen battling yours.
It was excruciating, the nen burning your skin. But you pushed on.
You forced your leg to push up and the ball spun scorch marks against your skin.
You pushed with everything you had, the ball now slowing down against your skin.
It was a spectacle to behold.
Bloodlust vs something akin but different.
You grit your teeth and the pain flared up, feeling something snap. But you wouldn't waver.
Seconds, mere seconds that felt like an eternity, and with one final push, you kicked the ball up towards the ceiling. It went straight through, creating a perfect hole.
Met with no more resistance, you were flung back, skidding a few feet until your back hit the wall.
It was then that you let the pain take over. You were sure you snapped your ankle. And probably a bone higher up too.
"Son of a- gahhhh! Mother fu-ahhhh!" You bit your tongue, remembering not to curse. But goddamnit did it hurt. You thumped your fist against the ground, trying to distract yourself from the pain.
Immediately Bisky, Gon, and Killua rushed over.
"Y/n! Are you-?!?!" Bisky gestured towards your scorched leg and the purple bruising beginning to form.
"Can you-!?!?" You shook your head. You were in no condition to even think about getting up.
"You're leg, it's all-" Killua couldn't finish his sentence as he eyed your injury.
"Pain," you hissed out. "Very painful as we've established." Your nails dug into your palm, looking for any relief.
But the one who wore a worse expression than you was Gon. His eyes looked blank as he tried to reach out for you, but he pulled back last second.
His aura was riddled with guilt.
"He-he was aiming for me. And you- you-"
You gave him a soft thump on the back of his head.
"Don't blame yourself, dummy. I chose to block his attack." You reached out and have a soft squeeze to his shoulder.
"I chose to break my leg for you, so you better feel special."
He didn't look very convinced. I'm fact his mood seemed to worsen.
"But your leg-"
"It'll grow back, don't worry."
"Yeah but-" it'd taken a few seconds for your words to kick in.
"Huh!?!?" Gon snapped out of his guilt ridden state and eyed you curiously.
"What?!?! What do you mean it'll grow back!?!?"
"Gotcha." The boy stopped panicking and stared up at you with wide eyes.
"There we go." You grabbed his cheeks this time to ensure he would listen.
"Now, stop blaming yourself over nothing. I don't wanna sense guilt from you and I don't wanna see you looking sad. Got it? I'll heal just fine, so stop your worrying."
"You're not mad at me?"
"Well if you lose right after this I might be bitter, but as of right now, not one bit. So don't lose." You released his face.
At last, honey colored eyes beamed up at you.
"Okay! I promise I'll win!"
Atta boy Gon.
You let out a sigh and turned to face your other boy.
"That goes for you too. Don't lose."
Killua gave out a shaky smirk, still weary of your injury.
"You kiddin', as if we'd ever lose to that guy. You just sit tight."
Razor's medics at last came over to bandage and splint your leg.
This game of dodgeball was far from over.
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Fun Fact #4: Y/n likes to talk a big game, but they're secretly a teddy bear underneath. Hisoka is the one exception.
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Hi ~✨ its luck that I found you (or you found me, I have seen your repost to my post) and can you, please make one-shot with Kent, where the reader, being an alien, comes to the Academy and everyone is interested in her (I mean in them) (because there were no aliens at the academy before) and attracts the attention of Kent, after which they begin to be friends and fall in love with each other?
Aye I just woke up but just because it's you my friend I'll get to writing :]
And here we are with another Kent oneshot! Woo! Iove this idea! I won't use the stereotypical description of aliens, I'll give them antennas and black eyes tho(the pupils). And heightened sense :]
NEW STUDENT!
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GIF by me again:]
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Pairing: Kent (last name unknown) X!alien!new student reader.
Warnings: swearing maybe, kissing at the end, kinda slow burn? (Might do a part two)
Synopsis: when a student of new species joins Nevermore Academy, it peaks the interest of a certain long haired siren.
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You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, principle Weems had told you you were the first ever alien in the academy, which didn't really help, now you may be wondering how you are there? Well let's see.
Some thousand years ago, your planet was attacked by another alien species, so your what you thought were called "ancestors" had to leave, and they ended up here. Your species has changed over the years, their funny colored skin Changing into that of beige or dark brown, their fully black eyes now matching the ones of the humans the black only staying in the middle surrounded by white, their antennas however, stayed. They allowed you to catch sounwaves, hear things further than you should be able to, and move things around.
They had made you a special uniform, lined with very dark green instead of the traditional purple, psh, stereotypes again. You had however also learned that, you wouldn't be the only one joining Nevermore late, there was this girl, Wednesday her name was?, Her uniform was black, and so seemed to be the rest of her. You liked it, she was different like you, but in her own way. Weems led you to your dorm room, your roommate was a vampire by the name of Yoko Tanaka.
Weems knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately, "hello, ms. Tanaka, I'd like to introduce you to someone" she moved aside "this is Y/n L/n, the first alien of the academy, and your new roommate" she said taking a breath "would be kind a give them a tour?" Yoko stared at you and her smile widened revealing her fangs, "omg! Of course I will!" She pulled you inside the room closing the door on Weems face.
"So you're an alien?!" She asked eyes wide "yup, that's me" you said "ooo cool! From which planet?" That you didn't know "oh, my species has been on earth for thousands of years, I don't really know." She nodded "okay okay! Let's start the tour!" She said excitedly pulling you along.
Around the end of the tour she pulled you to a small courtyard "this is the quad!" (Did I spell that right? Idk! :Sobbing in greek:) she started pointing to random people introducing them, eh, for them.. "and those are the scales, they're the sirens, that's Bianca their so called leader, that right there is Divina and next to her is her twin brother Kent" you stared at Kent, a little longer than you should've and he saw you, the second he did his eyes widened and he turned to tell his sister. Yoko however, pulled you away.
"don't mind them, they're a little, straight forward some times" she said "it's alright, I'm kind of used to it" you admitted "right... That's basically all you need to know for the school and if you need something just ask me" she smiled and you nodded "alright! Thanks Yoko!" "No problem!" She waved running off to her friends.
'lets see, what could I do?' you thought walking to the side sitting down you rested your back against the wall and closed your eyes. This all was hard to take in, you were scared you might not fit in. Suddenly, you heard footsteps followed by a female voice "hi!" You looked up to see too girls, Wednesday and a girl with blonde hair dyed with pink and blue at the ends. You got up and dusted yourself off "hey!" You replied and she looked at you excitedly "you look so cool! I love your eyes!" You smiled "thanks! Your hair looks nice!" You complimented back. "I'm Enid and this is Wednesday! She's also new here!" You nodded "nice to meet you Enid, and Wednesday!" Wednesday just gave you a nod. You and Enid became friends quickly, and maybe a little with wednesday.. you weren't sure. Even tho Enid was alot more outgoing than you, she was a great friend.
You'd been at Nevermore for a month already, you mainly hang out with Enid, Wednesday and Ajax. Xavier too sometimes. You've been trying to help Wednesday with the whole "monster in the woods" thing but, unlike her you focused on your friendships aswell. Lately you've been noticing a certain siren looking at you, even tho you doubt it's for any good.
Right now you were in your dorm room when you heard a knock "coming!" You yelled getting up to open a door, to your surprise Kent was standing outside "hi?" You asked "hey, look before you close the door in my face, listen!" You nodded "go on" "alright, the thing Is I think you're cool, okay? And I was wondering if you'd want to be friends?" This surprised you even more "you... Want to be friends?" He nodded "I mean, sure" you smiled starting to warm up to him already.
You and Kent started spending more time together, making sure no one knew, considering Bianca didn't like you. It was a three days before the rave'n now, everyone was talking about it. Wednesday wasn't going, and Enid was trying to make Ajax jealous after he stood her up. You had just finished your last class of the day with Ms. Thornhill and were on your way to the quad when someone pulled you behind a pillar "wha-!" You stopped talking when you saw Kent "oh god you scared me" you breathed and he laughed "sorry, I just wanted to ask you something" you nodded signaling for him to ask the question "do you uh, maybe want to go to the rave'n with me?.." you smiled "of course I do!" "Really?!" You nodded "yup!" "Great! I'll pick you up right before it starts sounds good?" "Yeah sounds great".
"okay!" Enid screamed "we have to get you something to wear!!" You gulped "alright...".
It took sometime but you actually liked what Enid found for you (up to you <3) "it's not half bad!" You smiled up at her "thanks! Enid!" She smiled "of course! It looks really good on ya!".
You paced up and down your dorm, Yoko had already left to find her 'date' what Id he doesn't show up??.. just then you heard a knock on the door and ran to open it. "Hi! Sorry if I took too long- wow you look- great!" he apologized "it's okay! Really and thanks, you don't look too bad yourself" "right let's go!" You nodded and left your room closing the door behind you. You walked with Kent to the rave'n, he seemed nervous the whole time. You were dancing around drinking what they called a 'yeti-tini' and overall had fun. You were standing in the crowd talking when something started to pour from the fire sprinklers. Weems started screaming and everyone followed, panicked you grabbed Kent's hand and pulled him out as fast as you could. "Phew" you breathed out, panting, "what the fuck-" he said catching his breath "I don't know..." He nodded and then seemed to realise something.
His head snapped up and he looked at you "are you okay?? Did you get hurt or something-?" You cut him off "I'm fine, are you-?" He nodded "yeah, yeah I'm okay" you nodded back, well this just got akward. Out of nowhere you burst out laughing "what?-" he said chuckling along "what is it?" "We are standing outside covered in red paint like idiots, that's what" he started laughing along yet suddenly got quiet "hey uhm..." You looked up "yeah?" "I don't know if this is the right time but.." he took a step forward looking straight into your eyes "can i- you know.." you understood immediately "yeah... Yeah of course" hearing that he wasted no time to bring you closer and kiss you, you of course kissed back, pulling away he chuckled "I wanted to do that for some time" "you should've"
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Siren man least goo! I actually really like this one tysm for the request, anything for a fellow Kent lover <3
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Merlin Loregasm Rewatch S1E1
Hi Everyone! Welcome to my rewatch of Merlin focusing on the lore.
I am a giant nerd so pretty excited about this.
Time for THE DRAGON'S CALL
Okay so by the looks of it Merlin walked all the way to Camalot. Every other person we ever see walking on the roads and many who ride get ambushed by bandits. So it seems Merlin either managed to remarkably avoid trouble once in his life. Or he took down a lot of enemies.
Unless he just killed them all you would think someone would have noticed Magic unless he hid it. So it is possible Merlin already had a good deal of practice using sneaky magic in fights BEFORE arriving in Camalot.
It could also just be that the Road from Ealdor to Camalot is VERY safe because later in the season Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, And Morgana get there without incident, AND Gwen gets there fine in season 4. OF course, she might have had the skill to just fight off enemies.
Another thing to think about that is funny is the possibility they were safe later partly because Merlin just managed to atract every possible danger and totally destroy it on his way to camalot in Merlin fashion. (And it kept happening if he ever visited home the times we do not see.)
I could just be overthinking everything too. That will be a common theme.
OKAY! this is interesting, This is pretty much one of almost no one we see with a last name let alone a middle one. At this time in history last names were HIGHLY uncommon and usually belong to nobles. SO this brings up a question I find really interesting. Is it possible that the Collins family were once nobles? What happened to magic-practicing nobles when Uther took charge? Were they killed and then had their family stripped of their titles? If so it would explain the random last name (And how his mom knows how to move in a fancy dress perfectly later)
HOWEVER in To Cure All Ills, Edwin Muirden has a last name. And one would think Uther would recognize it if THEY were a noble family. So this could just be a random fluke thing.
Full line from Uther here is: " When I came to this Land, this kingdom was mired in Chaos. But with the People's help Magic was driven from the realm, So I declare a festival to celebrate 20 years since the great dragon was captured. And camalot freed from the evil of Sorcery."
THIS tells us a ton. First of all, Uther did not grow up in Camalot. It's possible he was either a ward of some other person if he was from an ancient bloodline of Kings of Camalot. OR he became king purely by Right of Conquest!
A magic mention just after 'mired in chaos' is interesting because it could imply there was more bad magic than just the death of his wife going on. This is supported by the mention that the people helped! It is also possible it is independent of magic if so WHAT CHAOS? I NEED TO KNOW. But either way, it becomes clear that the people supported enforcing the magic ban big time.
Let's move onto 20 years. If the popular headcannon that Arthur turns 21 on his birthday in the first season is true, it means Arthur was born and then Magic was purged in about a year. Or at least the great dragon was captured about a year into the purge. The first seems more possible because of the "And Camelot freed from the evil of sorcery."
Does this look like an OH SHIT I knew this woman. She was a noble! face or not? He also lets her monoluge a while before the "Seize her" and looks kinda haunted.
Okay, Seriously what does it take to do this teleport spell. We only see her and Morgouse do it. MERLIN WHY DID YOU NOT LEARN THIS?
Gaius is very big on Magic must be studied and learned in this episode but later will mention Uther "drowned children for magic they were born with" We also see other people born with magic (Mordred, Morgana) So my thought is that people can be born with magic and sometimes do some random things and have random outbursts. BUT they need to study to learn any big spells or use it purposely. There are also people NOT born with magic who study it and learn. (Gaius seems to hint at this.) (or perhaps they have to be born with the ability too in which case Gaius was born with the ability but had to study a LOT) I'm a strong believer in "Magic is an Allegory for things you are born with that makes you fundamentally different from most people." So I prefer the later version) This hints that like MANY things magic ability is part talent and part study.
This just in! There is an estimated time to get from Ealdor to Camalot by walking. Perhaps Merlin did NOT clean out every possible threat along the way?
ALSO RANDOM THOUGHT was Merlin's room once Alices? Or just a bed he let patients lay on? Like Merlin tends to do?
OKAY first mention of religion. The word "God" is used. I will be keeping track of these since its one of the things I wanna figure out with this rewatch.
Morgana: To whom! He practiced some magic. he didn't Hurt Anyone
Uther: You were not around 20 years ago. You have no Idea what it was like.
Morgana: How long are you going to keep punishing people for what happened then?
Uther: Until they realize there is no room for magic in my kingdom
OKAY interesting this seems to possibly hint that once again more than Ygraines's death went on. It also seems to show that the magic ban is not universal "MY Kingdom" Yet Uther doesn't seem like the type to ally with magic-using kingdoms. We'll keep an eye on this
This starts the reflective surfaces reveal Ilusion magic rule. We will be keeping an eye for exceptions to see if I can find any but the rule seems pretty universal (Except for cups at the dinner scene. so puddles and mirrors.)
Okay those are for sure Tomatos which TOTALLY were only in the new world. I love this because it implies some great sorcerer like Sigan was like "you know what we need more crops. I want a more varied breakfast *summons crops from half a world away* PLANT THESE PEASANTS."
Funfact! Gwen's family/ancestor most likely came to Albion with the Romans during their invasion! This is one a reason it's ridiculous when people try to say there were not black people in Britain at this time.
Gaius: The likes of which I've never seen before
Merlin: What do you mean?"
Gaius: Well magic requires incantations, spells; it takes years to study. What I saw you do what elemental Instinctive
EXEPT is does not always require incantations, and we know for a fact that gaius talks about children born with magic later. So I think he means controled magic here.
Gaius: Uther banned all such wrk 20 Years Ago.
Merlin: Why?
Gaius: "People used magic for the wrong end at that time. It threw the natural Order into Chaos. Uther made it his mission to destroy everything from back then, even the dragons.
Ok this seems much more likely to just refer to Ygraine.
We also get a mention of Uther destroying Dragons. A freind of mine on a discord brought up that they think the dragon lords must have actually helped Uther because HOW ELSE DID HE KILL DRAGONS (let alone get a chain to hold one!)
GAH! No spell was recited here! WHY Merlin WHY! Was this done on accident?
We've got another God Used!
#merlin lore#Merlin Loregasm Rewatch#bbc merlin#merlin rewatch#hoping to continue these#but not commiting to it fully yet#I got fic to write#was exausting so hoping future ones have a bit less lore ya know?
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