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flxwerydreams · 1 month

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I think I like you (I hope you do too)

Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.

c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)

You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.

“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today.

"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move.

With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting.

You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home.

Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully. “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door.

Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats.

Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you.

“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall."

“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?”

“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you.

It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more.

"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked.

In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy."

You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right?

“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’."

And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.

And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?

i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 3

Characters: Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spades

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, murder, religion, obsession, possessiveness, war, manipulation, blood

Jade is famous for his gentlemanly behavior whilst also being known as someone dangerous

So what would a wannabe gentleman who can end you mentally within a short amount of time (I'm sure he can) do?

Not letting missy kiss you that's for sure

But being a hatstand (aka slap-frozen) isn't exactly helpful for him so... imagine all the anger and bloodlust which accumulates under that smile (jokes on him because I doubt that ghosts have blood within themselves)

The thing is, the moment he saw you in that clothing he was lost for words (for probably the only time in his life)

And also you could see that something inside of him was breaking

And this is Jade we are talking about

But back to the non-canon-fan-fiction-written lore

You know, Jade would usually talk someone into something by making them insecure breaking them, finding out what they love and give hints at that in their conversation...

But no, all his tactics, gone

Eels are usually beings that can cooperate very good with other beings but once they fear something or feel threatened then those shiny teeth are used

But Jade is still too elegant for that, doesn't mean that he doesn't get desperate

He just freezes up

But the second he is free he will grind the princesses self-esteem to dust

“Oh my! It took you that long to find someone suitable? Well hopefully your future can stay that way.” is one of many sentences

But after this he also becomes way more paranoid

You had limited contact before but now? The whole hallway is empty the moment you enter

But don't you worry, Jade is there for you! He wouldn't dare to do something so mean to you like the others! Just depend on him and him alone

Oh my Overseer, you have done it!

Lilia had been slicing heads off like they were warm butter whilst imagining you loving him, marrying him

But no, that foolish... useless wench just took you from him, or so he thinks

He refuses to see her in a similar position like Malleus from that point on

No, she is just another sinner who dares to question and challenge you!

If you haven't noticed, he kinda imagines things because he doesn't want to accept that you are proposing to someone who isn't him, fake or not

Lilias mindset gets thrown back to the time he fought against that foolish king, ready to turn her into sashimi

And thank goodness that 1. he was turned into a state in which he can't more and 2. that he doesn't have a sword

Don't ask me how but he would be able to turn the ceremony way more red if he had one... and if missy wouldn't be a ghost

But there is also a small dying part of him which is tearing up

On no, not because he is happy but because you just look so good

Even better than in his dreams!

Now he would take your hand and... and he is not standing in front of you

That small part is now 100% massacred

Once he is free he will make sure that there is nothing between a shared future with you and his current self

And of he has to start another war in your name, then so shall it be!

Our dear, hardworking Deuce doesn't look like someone who aims to be an honor student at all in this situation

So what happens?

You uh... might want to hug him afterwards.... otherwise I can't assure that he won't punch someone in the face hard

He is having high blood pressure as well so a visit to the doctor wouldn't be a bad idea as well...

But anyway, you enter and he goes full tomato

Or if you need another comparison, like someone who has just eaten the spicyest pepper in the world and doesn't usually eat spicy food (all my fellow Europeans, how are we doing?)

So, our dearest tomato man really doesn't hold back

He screams the entire time that “This crazy woman should get a grip!” and that “She doesn't even deserve you!”

At some point someone took a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth to force him to be silent

The view we have now is a guy, putting red roses to shame with the color of his face, munching on a cake whilst trying not to choke by how fast he is eating

Let's not forget the guard beside him who already has the next piece in his hand whilst waiting till Deuce is done with this one

But inside of him is a dream dying

The dream of having chances with you, the Overseer, the ruling figure over the Queendom of roses

But at least he knows now that bananas and mango don't work in a cake topped with extremely sweet icing

After this is over Deuce won't care less if he becomes an honor student or not

In the end he is the only one close to you. Why? Just... don't visit the school nurse and think too much about the fact that his knuckles are bruised, ok?

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promptthebear · 11 months

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I'm so excited to read your easter askbox game 💞 no pressure but could I please request🐰4, with Tyrion Lannister? 😉 Also, you are one of my absolute favourite game of thrones writers, I hope you are feeling better! 💖 😄

Hello! This is v late, but hopefully you enjoy it all the same! Thank you so much for your kind words, you've got me blushing honestly! I'm doing much better now, and ended up being able to go see my family around the end of April to have a "Easter" dinner of sorts, and I'm supposed to see them again this weekend!

Easter Askbox Event 2023- Tyrion Lannister x Reader

Prompt: “Let’s just kiss and see where it takes us.”

TW: Mentions of drinking/drunkeness, a little bit of dub con between some of the characters, reader!character is tricked into kissing someone, some canon typical misogyny. 2nd person, reader referred to as "you", fem!reader. If I miss anything let me know!

A/N: This is set somewhere in the third book, but like if you squint. Idk, it's a bonfire party and I just wanted everyone to be there, once again I don't give a fuck about canon.

Drinking had been Tyrion’s idea. The game had been Jamie’s.

“It’s simple” he said, with a wide grin “You spin the bottle, and whoever the spout end points to either has to kiss you, tell you a secret or accompany you to that corpse of trees over there. The choice is yours to make. If they forfeit your decision, then you both take a drink.”

You regarded the knight uncertainly, not trusting the glint in his eye or the knowing glance he exchanged with Tyrion. When the two of them were scheming, somehow you always ended up being the one in trouble.

“It’s an amusing enough diversion” Cersi’s tones were as cool and elegant as always despite the bottle and a half of white wine you’d watched her consume moments before. “Unless anyone wishes to protest?”

This was directed at you, with a gaze so sharp you could almost feel it cut against your cheek. You gulped, and took a small sip of your watered down ale before shaking your head. Those around you did the same, regardless of their true thoughts on the matter. An evening of mild discomfort or embarrassment was nothing against the wrath of the Queen.

Since the whole thing was Jamie’s suggestion, he went first. He spun the bottle with an easy sort of confidence, as though he couldn’t give a shit where it ended up. The way the firelight cast shadows upon his skin made your breath catch in your throat. As one of Cersi’s ladies, you only knew the man in passing, but there was no denying he was handsome. A kiss from him would make you the envy of many maidens across the kingdom, provided that was all he wanted. While members of the kingsguard swore vows prohibiting them to father children, Jamie also never really struck you as the type to be mindful of any rules but his own.

A series of hoots and jeers went around the circle when the bottle’s smooth arc finally reached it’s end…pointing at none other than Brienne of Tarth. The maid blushed crimson, her wide scowl doing few favours for her already homely face. Jamie seemed to smile even wider just to spite her, pushing himself to his knees so he could lean across the circle to reach her.

“Well, my fair lady” he proclaimed, clearly taking some joy from Brienne’s obvious discomfort “I shall give you a kiss, for it is like to be the only one you’ll ever have!”

Brienne seemed as though she was going to protest, but Jamie was too quick. Before she could react, Jamie had grabbed hold of the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to meet his. Brienne wriggled free in seconds, redder than before and clearly furious. She lashed blindly out at Jamie, the flat of her palm making contact with his chest in a shove that knocked him back on his ass. The knight roared with laughter, head thrown back and chest heaving. The crowd around you did the same, happy not to be the butt of the joke.

“Fool!” Brienne managed to sputter out, before rising to her feet and turning to leave. She stormed off without a glance back, most likely too embarrassed to even consider it. You made to follow her, knowing Jamie had been much too cruel to the poor girl, but another glare from Cersi kept you seated on the grass.

As the evening went on and the moon rose, kisses and bawdy comments began to flow as freely amongst the group as the wine. The bottle had landed on you more than once, though those on its receiving end had not asked much of you. Sansa Stark had blushed prettily when you’d kissed her on the forehead, though more likely from the stout red Tyrion had poured her rather than anything else.

Bronn of Blackwater had also asked for a kiss, and then turned his head at the last second so you caught his mouth instead of his cheek as you had planned. He’d been much rougher with you than you’d liked, biting at your lips and forcing them open with his tongue before you managed to get free of him. Those spectating seemed to love this as much as they had Brienne’s torment, cheering for Bronn and admonishing you when you’d slapped him for his insolence.

“Well, now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings” the sellsword said, though his broad grin seemed to suggest he wasn’t hurt in the least. You were grateful when a maid with Tully hair and brazen eyes asked him to accompany her into the woods. Based on the way they’d been looking at each other, they were not like to return any time soon, which at least saved you from being paired off with Bronn again.

When Oberyn Martell’s turn came around, you found yourself staring at him down the bottle’s end. Immediately, your heart went to your throat and you held your cup in a white knuckled grip, the forfeit waiting on your tongue no matter his request. It was not that you feared the man, so much as the rumours of his prowess. A thousand lifetimes of lovers would not have prepared you for even an hour in his company.

“Tell us a secret, pretty one.”

He, and the woman tucked beneath his arm, stared at you with matching pairs of dark, shining eyes. They were almost snakelike in appearance, which may have been why the couple had such a hypnotic effect on you. Your mouth seemed to open of its own accord, divulging something you swore you would tell no other but your future husband.

“I’m still a maiden.”

A wave of quiet, yet excited whispers, rose and fell amongst the group like the soft hush of wind through leaves. Until now, you had not been worthy of any special attention. You were nothing more to these people than the Queen’s pet, a lady from a minor house who got lucky enough to curry her Majesty’s favour this week. Your confession, however, had changed all that. You were now a conquest, something to be sought after and coveted simply because you had yet to be spoiled by anyone else.

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and you ducked your head down, trying to hide from the hungry eyes that watched you with much anticipation. You knew that it would not be long before someone tried to steal you away into the woods, whether you wanted to go with them or not.

Thankfully, Jamie’s next turn drew some of the focus away from you. The knight had given and taken his fair share of kisses throughout the evening, and each one had provided plenty of amusement for the increasingly drunken crowd. You could almost feel the group holding its breath as the bottle spun in the dirt, nearly writhing in anticipation at the possibilities to come.

Much to everyone’s shock and delight, the bottle’s tip finally came to rest in front of Tyrion. The small man immediately reached for his goblet, expecting a forfeit when Jamie suddenly raised his hand.

“Come now, my dear brother, it would be a poor evening for everyone if you were denied a bit of sport. Save your wine, for I have other designs in mind for you.”

“Surely you do not wish to take me into the woods, Jamie?”

Tyrion’s voice was sardonic as ever, prompting the crowd to erupt in gales of laughter. You felt a small smile playing about your lips, which you hid by taking another sip of your drink. You had always found Tyrion to be a source of mirth, though now that he was married, you didn’t think it would be proper to openly laugh at his gybes any longer.

“Unfortunately not, darling Tyrion, you are far too handsome for my tastes. However, since you have yet to capture the maidenhead of your young wife, perhaps you will have better luck with this sweet girl here.”

Before you could protest, rough hands were grabbing at your dress, hauling you ungracefully to your feet and shoving you in Tyrion’s general direction. For a moment, you were reminded of the bedding at Cersi’s wedding, and at the thought of what followed, you felt bile began to rise in your throat.

“Jamie, you’re taking things too far!”

If anyone was of like mind with Tyrion, they kept it to themselves. The two of you were half pushed, half drug from the circle of party-goers and sent towards the trees. Now ousted from the glow of the firelight, your eyes struggled to pierce the gloom ahead. You lurched slightly forward, trying your best to escape the hooting and ribald calls that followed, when the toe of your shoe caught a small divot in the path. You stumbled, reaching out to break your fall, only to be stopped by a pair of stout hands that caught your waist.

You glanced over your shoulder, and were met with a pair of mismatched eyes that seemed to almost gleam in the flicker of the distant flames.

“Are you alright, sweetling?”

There was nothing but concern in Tyrion’s voice, and yet the pet name made you blush.

“I am fine, my lord, thanks to your quick thinking.”

Tyrion smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He’d been part of your life in some way or another since you’d started working for Cersi, but your contact with him had been nothing more than the expected politeness between an employer and servant. You’d never been close to him, not like this.

The sound of someone shouting his name made Tyrion release you from his grasp and turn back towards the fire. Immediately, the smile he’d given you fell and was replaced by a disapproving scowl. It was difficult to say for certain among the drunken racket, but Jamie seemed to be the one calling for his brother. Whatever he said and whatever lewd gestures accompanied it only seemed to garner further disgust from Tyrion, who let out a derisive snort and jerked his head back in your direction.

“Idiots, all of them.” he held his hand out to you, palm up “Come. We won’t know peace until we leave their sight, at least for a little while.”

The walk to the woods was silent, and more than a little tense. You clung to Tyrion’s hand, the warmth of his skin pressing against yours doing nothing to calm your fluttering heart and shaky breaths. Eventually, you came to a small clearing, which was ringed with tall birch trees and dappled in silvery moonlight that played amongst their leaves. From here, the fire was only a faint glimmer in the distance, the voices of the party members lost among the other night sounds. It would have been almost peaceful, until you remembered why you’d been brought here in the first place.

“I beg you, do not dishonour me, my lord.”

The words slipped from your lips before you really knew what you were saying. Immediately, your cheeks began to burn with a combination of shame and guilt. How could you have been so stupid? Tyrion had been nothing but kind to you ever since you’d met him, and yet here you were, behaving as though the rumours about him were true.

Thankfully, however, Tyrion did not seem the least bit bothered by your comment. Instead, he let forth a soft chuckle and released your hand. You watched him walk over to a patch of grass at the centre of the trees and lie down with his back beneath him. When you didn’t follow, he turned his head to face you, and patted the empty space next to him.

“I will not harm you, darling. All I want is some pleasant company, for a short while at least. There is so little of it in my life.”

You did as he asked, and went to lay beside him. The grass was cool and refreshing beneath you, a welcome distraction from the heat of Tyrion’s body so very close to yours. In spite of his reassurance, you could still feel the bundle of nerves twisting away inside your gut. Everything you had been taught told you this was wrong.

You were a lady, you had no business being alone, in the dark with a man who was married to someone else. Anyone else in your stead would have run off if only for the sake of her reputation, and yet, here you were. Perhaps this thing that writhed and wriggled in the pit of your stomach wasn’t fear…but rather excitement. But excitement for what? Tyrion already said he had no intentions of touching you…even if you found yourself wanting him to.

A glance at the sky above finally pulled you free from your swirling thoughts. It was a warm, clear night, with nary a cloud to hide the moon or the stars. And what stars they were. It seemed as though each constellation was on display, especially for you. You stared in awe, mesmerized by the way they seemed to dance and shimmer against a blue velvet sky.

“Beautiful.”

You turned your head to the side, preparing to agree with Tyrion, when you realized he was looking at you instead of upwards. You tried to remember the last time anyone had given you a compliment like that, and fell short. The only time anyone spoke to you in such a fashion was because they either wanted something, or they were teasing. The way Tyrion said it, however, made you almost believe he meant it.

“Thank you my lord, but I am not worthy of your praise. If you’ll pardon my saying so, it is really Lady Sansa who should-”

“She doesn’t want to hear that from me.”

The hard edge that crept into his voice made your eyebrows jump upwards.

“So, all of Ser Jamie’s talk?”

Tyrion sighed, then grasped the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as though the conversation was paining him.

“I’m sorry to say my beloved brother was telling the truth, for once. Sansa had no desire to be my wife any more than I did to be her husband, and yet that didn’t seem to matter the least bit to anyone when we were wed. The poor girl has made it clear she does not want me to touch her, and I’ve respected her wishes. In fact, we both agreed that it was probably better for the other if each of us took a lover and remained married in title only. I do believe she’s had more luck than I have in that aspect, actually. Young Pod seems very keen on-”

He stopped, suddenly, as though he remembered he was divulging all this to little better than a stranger. You turned onto your side, trying to see Tyrion properly before you reached for him in the almost darkness. He watched, motionless, as you brought a hand up and stroked his cheek. His beard was softer than you expected beneath your fingers, given its untamed appearance.

“Tyrion…if I…that is to say we…”

Try as you might, you couldn’t keep your voice from trembling slightly. You hoped Tyrion understood, even though you were making a mess of things. You couldn’t make the world kinder, or make him taller or undo his Mummer’s farce of a marriage. You weren’t Sansa Stark, beautiful, highborn Sansa Stark who refused to see what a gift she’d been given. But perhaps offering yourself in her stead would be enough.

Thankfully, Tyrion seemed to know what you were getting at. He gently took hold of your hand that had cradled his cheek and pressed his lips against your palm. You gasped, softly, amazed at just how much reverence could be put into one kiss, as though he had been waiting to do it for ages. He continued to trail his mouth down the inside of your wrist, pausing between each kiss as though waiting for you to protest.

When no protest came, he tugged you closer, until your foreheads were almost touching. You could smell the wine on his breath, though that wasn’t why you were feeling drunk.

“If you don’t want this, tell me no, before I break my own heart.”

You swallowed, hard. No was the last thing you ever would’ve said, but you weren’t entirely certain you were ready for yes, either. What you wanted and what your body could handle in the course of one night were unfortunately two very different things.

“I want this. I want you only…”

You ducked your head, cheeks burning, and tried to hide from that piercing gaze. He’d been there when you’d confessed to your innocence, and yet you wished, not for the first time, that you had more to offer him. But the words wouldn’t come. Your heart had leapt into your throat and was holding your tongue for ransom and making you look more the fool with each passing moment.

“Sweetling, look at me.”

You did as you were asked, though it was agonizing to finally bring your eyes to meet his. When you did, you all but melted. The expression on Tyrion’s face was one you had never seen before, though it suited him very well. He looked…softer, and happier than he usually did. You realized that from here on, you’d do anything he asked if only he kept looking at you like that.

“Let’s just kiss and see where it takes us.”

#easter askbox event #tyrion x reader #tyrion x you #tyrion lannister #got imagines

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karizard-ao3 · 9 months

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Ask and you shall receive!

I remember thinking it would be funny if as the days of the week went by, Armins body starts to have a physical reaction to the stress he’s feeling so this is was what I had:

- Monday; wakes up late and start of his back rash, Tuesday; back rash has spread from his right shoulder to his left. He wakes up and finds he has a giant pimple on his nose. Wednesday; back rash has now spread to his middle back (very itchy!!). Jams his pinky finger in the classroom door which results in him having to wear a cast. Thursday; back rash has now spread lower. Breaks his glasses. Friday; pretty sure the rash is spreading elsewhere now, his pimple is about ready to pop, he has a cast on his pinky and hand, is forced to wear contact lenses and ends up getting gum in his hair. Also loses his shit.

Also, I loved this idea of both Eren and Mikasa listening to “Drivers license” by Olivia Rodrigo on repeat because they both think they’ve been broken up with. So after the disaster that was Monday, he decides to go visit his friends after school:

Mikasa

- knocks on the front door of Mikasa’s house and is met by the very tired stare of a father to a teenaged daughter filled with angst. Her dad tells him to come in, where he subsequently hears the bass of what seems to be the bridge of Drivers License. Mikasa’s mother also looks very tired sitting at the kitchen table, where she says to Armin “she hasn’t stopped playing it since last night”. He makes the very daunting walk up the stairs and down the hall to Mikasa’s bedroom where he waits long enough to hear the song end and start again. He knocks and is met by a very puffy Mikasa and a thousand tissues scattered around her bedroom with miss Rodrigo blasting against the walls. He leaves her house with absolutely no answers and a snot stain on his shoulder.

Eren

- goes to Erens place next where hopefully Aunt Carla will ask Armin to stay for dinner because his mom is making tuna casserole at home and the Ackermans had not uttered a single word about dinner invitations after he failed in getting Mikasa to turn the music off. As he stands at the front door he hears the music playing from Erens bedroom because his window is wide open and his room is directly above him. He doesn’t knock, Carla doesn’t care, she’s wearing noise cancelling headphones. To Armins horror Eren doesn’t have his door closed, no, it’s wide open and there he is, laying upside down on his bed, belting the bridge to Drivers License as if he’s the only boy in the world.

Armin goes home that night with less answers than he started with and rumbling of his tummy as he accepts his fate of tuna casserole. The bridge to Drivers License is stuck in his head.

Feel free to add your own ideas if you have any!! I would love to hear if you have any suggestions because you’re my idol when it comes to idiot EMA teenagers 😂😂

Please forgive me because I'm doing talk to text so I'm sure things are going to be misspelled but I'm too excited about this to wait any longer to reply LOL. I love that they're listening to driver's license because at 15 years old, in the US at least, the most those chuckleheads have are there Learners permits and so if they wanted to drive past each other's houses to be dramatic they would have to bring an adult with them. Please imagine if you will e r e n inviting Zeke over and not telling him that the sole purpose of him being there is for him to sit in the passenger seat while e r e n circles mikasa's block.

Also, I'm dying at arman's maladies. The rash spreading over his poor, frail body, his glasses breaking... This boy can't catch a break! And then the tuna casserole on top of that. Why does it feel so canon for Armin's parents to cook the most American Midwest shit? I just know his mom is a connoisseur of the different varieties of condensed cream soup.

Is Jean going to be opportunistic about the breakup or is he planning to bide his time?

#attack on titan #eremika #eremika fanfic #fanfic #eren jaeger #ask me things #answered asks #my asks #mikasa ackerman #fanfiction #armin arlert #he's going to have to tape his glasses

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ATG 14 - Fury? Scorned.

In which an enemy becomes a bedfellow...

Pairing: Mizora/Tav SPICE Rating: 4/5 Content Warnings: Oral sex, light Bondage, rough sex, mild hate-fucking, mild neck grab, light whipping, tail whipping, manipulation, temperature play

Spoilers Act 3, Wyll's storyline Canon Compliance Canon adjacent with Mizora's offer though some divergence in the scene and what happens after. Other Notes The names and descriptions of the hells are mostly canon, the feelings when they are used may vary in some ways from the game descriptions but hopefully that is forgivable to just indulge in a little fun with it all. I also headcanon Mizora as feeling cool to the touch in general, both from personality and from her skin being blue to be honest it's just a simple shorthand for "thing is cold colour therefore feels cold". Click here to read the same chapter on AO3 if you prefer~

Mood/Song Freak Like Me by Halestorm "I'm on the train that's pullin' the sick and twisted Makin' the most of the ride before we get arrested We're all wasted And we're not going home tonight

Covered in black, we lack the social graces Just like an animal, we crawl out of our cages They can't tame us So if you're one of us, get on the bus

If you're a freak like me"

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Tav paced back and forth across the empty room, floorboards creaking beneath her feet. Was it a mistake? Had she finally made a decision that couldn’t be taken back? She paused. Shaking the thoughts loose from her head, resuming her restless footsteps once more, she turned her mind away from problems and towards solutions. Every devil has a catch, they stick to their laws so you simply have to read between the lines and- “FUCK!” Her own voice surprised her as she cursed the chair that dared to get in the way of where her toes were supposed to be. “Fucking Mizora…”

“Well, there’s an idea~” That horrible voice that Tav had been trying to avoid crept into her ear.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear?” Tav turned on her heel, staring daggers at the intruder and sorely tempted to throw some too.

“Oh hush now, there’s no need for hostilities. I’m not here about Wyll, let the pup run and play while he still has the time - we shall call that one a mercy. See? I can be nice, if I want to.” Mizora’s smile was unnerving as she spread her hands and wings in a disarming gesture.

“Then why the fuck are you here, devil?” Tav made no attempt to disguise the disdain in her voice. The others had left to fetch supplies and to begin looking for more signs of the prison that held Wyll’s father. She had remained behind - “to plan” she had told them - but in truth she couldn’t bear to look at the conflict in the Warlock’s eyes any longer. Karlach would look after him, along with the others, but she had been the one to push him too far, to make a decision she knew he would see as selfish.

In the moment of silence, Mizora had stepped closer, circling around the rogue with interest, clawed blue fingers reaching out but stopping short of her shoulder. “Truth is, I’ve had my eye on you.” The smile beneath blazing eyes was ever more unnerving as she continued. “You’re a fascinating little thing, and you’ve been on quite the adventures now haven’t you?”

Tav bristled as she felt herself being undressed by the cambion’s gaze, and not the one she might usually prefer to imagine her naked…although… “Reading my diary, are you? That’s considered poor form, I thought you demons liked your rules.”

“Devils.” Mizora corrected her. “Fiends, if you must. But who has need of your precious little words when I can simply watch ?” With one clawed nail, the devil indicated an eye that burned just a touch brighter for a moment.

“Wyll…his eye.”

“Obviously. I must keep track of the pup lest he wander in front of a carriage or into the jaws of a stray dragon. But enough of him - it’s you I’m here to see.” The fiend’s hand reached out again towards Tav’s cheek, and when she didn’t pull away the cool touch caressed her with a gesture somewhere between a lover and the prospective owner of a prized animal examining the quality of the livestock. Tav gritted her teeth and smiled. This was a game she could play, and she couldn’t deny that - at least on a purely physical level - the bitch did have some level of allure. “Tell me then, Mizora, what is it you think you see in me?” “I knew you were curious, pet.” The smirk that accompanied the mocking term of endearment betrayed the hint of fangs behind soft lips. “Don’t you feel it? There’s something missing. You’re hungry for pleasures beyond this plane, something more satisfying than mortal flesh, blood and bone.” “And that something is you?” Her eyebrow raised, pretending to take the bait. “How very observant! Quick little thing, but not quite. I am your key to that door, if you’re brave enough to open it, of course.” Blue wings stretched up for a moment as she withdrew her hand. “Although, if you’d rather I just leave you to your brooding-”

“I didn’t say to go, yet.” Tav was wondering if being poetic and overly-dramatic was a specific cambion trait, or if it was instead just coincidence that Mizora shared a few things in common with Raphael. She chased off the thought, Raphael usually had the good grace to play fair even when he obscured the rules of the game. “If you really think there’s something I’m missing, why don’t you show me?”

“An excellent choice, pet.” Mizora’s wings spread wide this time, the circle appearing beneath them both - that familiar and horrifying bubbling tar seemingly made of darkness itself. It was simultaneously boiling and freezing, the essence of every level of the hells distilled into an infernal pool at their feet.

The liquid rose, climbing and surrounding them, enveloping the pair in an instant before falling away and leaving them in a space between worlds.

—

Tav wasn’t sure where they were, or what to make of it. Everything seemed coloured with a hue she didn’t recognise, something beyond her comprehension, the echoes of music she had never heard tickling the edge of her senses. She couldn’t tell if it was singing or screaming, but there was something hauntingly beautiful.

“There, you see? Can you smell it?” Mizora breathed deeply, as if inhaling the most delicious scent imaginable.

Tav tentatively followed suit, noting something very familiar.

“Avernus,” Mizora confirmed her suspicions, “home of the river Styx, the sweet aroma of spiced wine and rotting offal. Forget the heavens, pet, this is paradise .”

Tav wasn’t certain she agreed with the sentiments, but as she looked around, trying to make sense of the endless void around her she felt the fiend step in closer behind her.

“ Home .” The cambion’s voice carried a note of pride to it, purpose and belonging stirring a loyalty that no living being would ever hear directed towards themselves. “Take your time, take it all in - let me show you the true wages of your sin.”

Wings drew in around her shoulders as Tav felt the stirring of an undeniable lust in her core. Much as she loathed the woman behind her, the feeling of talons caressing her throat, running along her sides and following the curve of her hips… Even the tip of the cambion’s powder-blue tail teasing at her wrist was enchanting her senses.

“I can offer a taste of any of the hells you wish, you know.” The voice in her ear purred with sweet warmth, eloquently suggesting far more salacious ideas than the words alone would suggest. “The blackened elysium of Dis, Minauros the rotting bog, Phlegethos with its molten seas and soil, the frozen oceans of Stygia...”

Tav shivered as Mizora’s hands continued to travel across her body, cool lips pressing deceptively soft kisses along the line of her neck. Sharp teeth and claws nipped and pricked her exposed skin, gentle for now, but the edge of threat lingering. The decidedly unwise rush of adrenaline only served to increase her curiosity and arousal. Each hell that was named came with a swirl of different coloured flames at the cambion’s fingertips, licking at Tav’s senses not with heat but the very essence that each contained. “The infinite desolation of Malbolge, Maladomini’s long forgotten ruins, the mountains of ice across Cania, and finally Nessus, the seat of infernal power that rules over all of them.” Mizora withdrew her touch, wrapping her arms around Tav instead, hands cupped in front now with the illusion of all 9 fires dancing in her palms. “Take your choice, and I will allow you a taste of the satisfaction you have been denied for so long.” Tav reached up, bringing her hands around Mizora’s, letting her fingers drift through the flames as she considered the proposal. “This is…quite the feast.” “A buffet the likes of which most mortals never even get to witness, let alone sample.” The fiend chuckled, kissing her ear and dropping to a seductive whisper. “Go on then, pet, the decision is yours.” “All of them.” She made her decision easily, enclosing her hands around cool blue fingers. “If I have truly been so starved, then I should taste every single one.”

“You are such a bold little thing, but very well. If you believe yourself able to handle every agony of countless tortured souls, I will show you a bliss beyond that suffering that your frail mortal mind could never conceive of alone.” It was the work of a simple gesture from the fiend to dissolve the clothes from both of their bodies into nothing. “Can you feel it? The heat of Avernus, the fires that consume countless lost souls that stray from the river.”

Tav closed her eyes as the fiend’s hand snaked across them, Mizora’s other hand dancing along the nerves of her skin with heated flames just on the edge of burning. She could hear - almost sense - the Styx, bare toes just touching the water’s surface and finding it to be neither warm nor cold, yet just as intense as if it were scalding her. Pain linked arms with adrenaline, pulling a hint of lust along for the ride as her senses filled with everything that was Avernus.

Tugging at the very edge of her mind, for just a fraction of a second, she felt the slightest hint of cherry and cinnamon like a far off memory that vanished the moment she tried to catch hold of it.

“You wished to taste everything, so let me reward your avarice.” Mizora’s claws raked a line across Tav’s abdomen next, drawing pinpricks of blood to the surface as their surroundings shifted. “Dis, can you feel the darkness now?” Tav nodded silently. Even without Mizora’s hand over her eyes, she could sense the complete lack of light, something deeper than darkness itself. Her skin prickled with the shadows crawling over her like living beings, the fiend’s fingertips chasing the sensations with a teasingly light tough that rose to cup her chest. “The iced mountains of Cania - fitting, don’t you think?” The chill accompanying her words was painful, freezing Tav’s own peak in an instant before thawing her again with a warmer palm massaging across frost-seared skin. “Phlegethos, the molten soils…” The sudden change in temperature drew a gasp from her lungs, words long since forgotten, listening only to the voice in her ear, feeling only the embrace of the hells and the hellspawn who brought her to each one in turn. Mizora lifted her hand away from Tav’s eyes, leaving the vanishing warmth of her palm and the unspoken command to keep them closed. She also withdrew the rest of her touch, stepping back as the atmosphere shifted once again. “The desolation of Malbolge… Can you feel it, pet? The unbearable longing , the yearning for anything but the emptiness.” The fiend was teasing, using the essence of the hells themselves to make Tav needy, to make her desire whatever it was the devil could offer - and it was beginning to work. She almost moaned when those devious hands returned to her body, taking hold of her hips and sliding around behind to dig vicious claws into soft flesh. “Maladomini’s forgotten ruins - ah but you are no ruin, are you? And you certainly won’t be forgetting this.” Indelicate touch shifted, raking lines into her skin and leaving deeper marks. “The rotting bog of Minauros, like the petulant souls of mortal pets who do not know their place.” The breath whispering on the back of Tav’s neck was growing hotter, just as her own body grew more heated with desire. “Stygia’s frozen ocean…” Wicked fingers found her own ocean, slipping inside with a hint of that same cold as Tav felt the bitterly cold air sting her face with mist whipped up from the waves somewhere beneath her feet. “Though far from frozen here. That’s it, sweet little thing, give yourself over to the infernal~” Honeyed poison coated salacious words, fingers beginning to press inside with well practiced motion. Tav felt her strength waning a little, leaning back against the fiend without a second thought. Her head rested against cool skin that carried a bitter scent - something between soured citrus and the hiss of lightning. “And last but never least,” Mizora’s other hand drifted down the rogue’s stomach, her destination matched to her words, “the seat of infernal power itself. Nessus, the most intense, where all rule is decided and control is held.”

Tav whimpered from the intensity. Held in the arms of the devil, her nerves being mercilessly stimulated as the sensations of all nine hells rushed around her like a monsoon. She clung to her fraying sanity like a liferaft, focusing on every whisper and movement, picking apart everything she could use. It was becoming a battle of wills, with only one knowing that she was in the fight, the other just indulging in idle curiosity tainted by a fiendish ego that had a need to prove that none could compare. It would be easy to lose herself, to let Mizora completely take her over, but that essence of Nessus…the power itself coursed through her consciousness, the hint of ambition that drove her to seize the chance. Holding back the edge of her climax by biting the inside of her cheek, Tav let the taste of blood whet her appetite for that same power, the control, the chance to get the upper hand over a fiend who was hellbent on winning. And that started with a lower hand. While Mizora was focusing on Tav’s body, she slipped her hand behind her, tracing along the path of the cambion’s hip to the top of a warm thigh, finding that the woman was not quite as calm and unaffected as she wanted Tav to believe.

“Cheeky little pup,” Mizora’s voice was coloured by a tint of lust, as Tav felt the response to her touch. “Are you certain you want to play this game?”

She leaned her head back further, finding a deeper well of hunger for power, lips reaching Mizora’s ear. “Are you going to let me taste all the hells have to offer, or are you going to hold back?” Tav withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips, finding the cambion’s taste to be complex, almost burning but with a feeling more of ice than fire. It was…intriguing.

“If you insist, pet, I will indulge your thirst.” Mizora withdrew the touch that had been working so hard to bring her to an overwhelming climax, hands moving to Tav’s hips, turning her around so they were facing one another.

Tav couldn’t tell if they had begun to float or if the ground beneath them had simply fallen away. They were weightless, drifting, the cambion’s wings closing around her like a trap.

“Is this what you want? To resist the pleasure I could give you?” Mizora sounded on the edge of frustration and curiosity, sharpened claws raking across Tav’s skin - a challenge met.

“You think me so selfish as to not make this a fair trade?” She pushed her luck as far as she thought safe, lifting her leg to wrap it around pale blue hips, pressing their bodies together as the sensations of the hells continued to lick across her own body with invisible flames. “Or are you afraid you might want me back?”

“I should have put you on a shorter leash.” The fiend growled, pulling her in closer, tail coiling around her knee with a snake-like grip. “Foolish creature, even as prey you’re barely an ant to the appetite of a wolf.”

“So it’s my appetite you’re afraid of?” Tav smirked.

“Fear, pet, is not in my vocabulary.” Mizora swiftly pulled Tav’s leg away and threw her with a sharp motion of a tail that was stronger than it seemed. Tav felt the rush of air, adrenaline spiking through her body as she was powerlessly flung through the empty space. She didn’t have long to worry for where she might land, however, as the cambion was swooping through the air with wings back like a diving bird of prey. The wicked grin might as well have been a razor sharp beak, the glint of danger shining on the edge of painted lips.

Mizora caught Tav easily in mid air, arms curling around her thighs and parting her legs. Likewise, she found a grip on cool blue hips, locking the two of them in a new battle of wits. Although this time, sharp tongues were turned to new purpose…

Tav wasted no time, quickly getting another taste of the cambion while feeling the fiend’s hunger already finding a feast between her own thighs. Mizora was relentless from the start, lavishing her senses with more of the essence of the hells. Heat, cold, and even some trying to drain away the strength from her body…but she pulled back to Nessus, using the same power against the woman who was so desperate to bring her to ruin. Sparks of the Weave flickered at the tip of her tongue as she directed the magic into her “attack”. She brought her hand around to thrust inside, curling to find any further weak points in the only part of the cambion that could truly be described as either soft or warm. Tav kept a brutal pace, not concerned for the comfort of a woman who was just as merciless in sex as in the contracts that bound foolish souls to her whims. Mizora almost paused for a moment, tail curling around to take hold of Tav’s arm. Though instead of pulling her hand back, the cambion seemed to encourage her to press deeper, rougher motions. Just like her… Tav thought to herself, redoubling her efforts, digging the nails of her other hand into the base of the fiend’s tail hard to make her point. She felt the grip on her forearm release, but quickly followed by a swift strike to her upper back from the arrow-tip appendage. There was a pleased chuckle that vibrated through Mizora’s tongue as Tav moaned at the sting of pain. The contrast between the pain and the ecstasy kept the ebb and flow of pleasure’s tides moving through both of them as neither was willing to cede defeat. There was nothing but the sensations, the experience, the overwhelming combination of the essences of all the hells distilled into a battle that was more of pride than of flesh. Neither cambion nor elf knew which one broke first - both biting back the sound of their climax, though unable to hide it completely.

Before she had even a chance to regain her breath, Tav felt Mizora’s tail slide around her waist, pulling the two apart and whipping her around face to face again. Taloned narrow blue fingers gripped her throat with just enough pressure to make the point without crushing. “You play with fire, pet. I like that.”

“Fire? This is a matchstick to a furnace. Is that all you are, Mizora? A sputtering flame?” Tav pushed her luck, licking the taste of herself from the cambion’s own lips, following with a kiss that shared like for like, ensuring Mizora could swallow her own ‘medicine’. “Hm. Perhaps you are merely a rabid beast who needs taming after all.” Mizora caught Tav’s lip in sharp teeth, drawing hot blood as the elf’s pale wrists were twisted behind her back, quickly bound by a coiling blue tail. She struggled momentarily, but with her arms behind her Tav didn’t have the strength to get free. Not that she was particularly inclined to.

Mizora’s fingers flickered with a myriad of colours, the flames licking around her whole hand, summoning the essences of the hells once more, tracing along Tav’s body. “That’s right, pet, writhe and whine, for the rest of our time your body is mine.” The part of the rogue that wanted to argue was silenced and overpowered by the lust and intrigue that still burned hot. Blue wings enclosed around her as they continued to float in…she wasn’t sure it even mattered. “That’s it, surrender.” Mizora had no intention of being gentle. Continuing to bind her hands with the strength of her tail alone, three fingers thrust inside Tav without warning.

She whined at the intrusion, unsure if the burn was from the stretch or the hells weaving around wicked fingers. The cambion clearly had experience and was willing to play her every nerve to tease out the little gasps that left her mouth hanging open, eyes closed as the sensations threatened to devour her whole. Even the copper-sweet taste of her own blood trickling from her lip onto her tongue was doing little to reduce the heat building deep within her again with the memory of her lover’s sanguine kiss. Although…there was the shadow of something else, the phantom feel of lips where Mizora’s most certainly were not. The quiet echo of her own laugh in her mind, a sending without the stone. “Interesting game, Little Thief, to steal from one such as her… Say the word and we stop, or nothing and we will give you more.”25 words in her own voice, the simple sending betraying the incubus and their game - somewhere in Avernus they had taken her form, and they weren’t alone. She could even feel the edge of the devil’s greed as she pointedly answered the spell with her silence. Mizora had no idea that Tav was leaning back into pure self indulgence, her mind drifting to other tails that could bind her, other lips that could press against her neck, other hands that could thrust with a merciless pace inside her, another thumb that could circle overstimulated nerves-

The cry that left her lips was not for the woman driving her over the brink, nor even the games of two fiends in Avernus; it was one born from the decision to just take what she could from the experience. It mattered little if Mizora thought she had won, that her sharp voice rang out with a mocking laugh, whispering the gloating of a false victory. Tav had what she wanted, and then some.

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It was some time before Mizora was satisfied, and Tav’s legs were barely able to stagger as the cambion brought the ground rushing back up beneath them, the circle of magic bubbling up with the unsettling tar-like liquid that washed over them. While the cambion had ensured her own clothes were returned, Tav was left bare, her outfit appearing instead in a heap next to her bed Mizora deposited her on the ground beside them.

“Really? That is where you were?” Astarion’s voice cut through the silence, though thankfully his was the only presence in the room besides Tav and the gloating devil stood above her.

“Oh don’t you fret now, I have returned your little toy unharmed. Mostly .” She grinned, sharp teeth bared at the pale elf who continued to pointedly ignore her presence. “Well, I hope it was worth it, darling. Did you enjoy yourself?” He continued only addressing Tav, helping pull a blanket around her shoulders before the cold could bite through to her bones.

“Trust me, pet, she won’t be forgetting me any time soon~” Mizora crooned, her wings spreading slightly with pride.

“It was…acceptable.” Tav shrugged, equally ignoring the devil in favour of her lover. “I admit I couldn’t resist trying at least once. She did offer me a taste of the hells, after all.”

“And that was not something that your other cambion lover would provide?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the edge of his expression. “Or the incubus? They seem more than willing to let you experiment, after all.”

A pleased shiver ran down Tav’s spine. “I don’t doubt that, but what’s life without some variety? You did tell me to sample anything on offer, after all. It would’ve been a waste of a chance.” She finally turned to Mizora. “Although, I can’t see what all the fuss was about, honestly. A fun evening, but I shan’t be pining after your touch for the rest of my mortal days. You can leave.”

“I can WHAT?! ” Mizora snapped, wings rising and flames gathering around her fingers. “Oh, you impudent little-”

“What in the hells is going on in here?” Wyll’s voice cut across the room like a blade, stopping the cambion before her spell could unleash itself. “Maybe I will leave, I’m sure you’ll have fun explaining to my little pup why you reek of his mistress~” Mizora’s smile returned, cruel and cold, as she turned her back on the two elves now sitting on the edge of the bed. She stalked across the room, clawed fingers tracing along Wyll’s chest as he stood motionless and furious. “Ta ta, pet. Have fun playing with your friends, while you still can.” With a laugh and a swirl of acrid smoke, she was gone. A moment later, Astarion and Tav were laughing so hard they nearly fell to the floor. “You think this is funny? That you were foolish enough to cavort with a devil who would devour your soul faster than you can snap your fingers?” Wyll stormed across the room, eye blazing with anger. “I thought we were at least friends and here you are sleeping with my enemy after convincing me to…to…”

“Wyll…gods…no it’s not like that. I’m sorry. Astarion, please-” Tav wiped the tears from her eyes struggling to regain her composure as her lover took over the explanation. It took a moment longer for the pale elf to find the words himself, even as Wyll glared down a the pair. “Listen… You should have seen her face. This darling little thing over here looked the bitch in the eye and told her she was forgettable .”

“You… I’m sorry, you said what? ” Wyll’s anger was mixing with pure confusion, the emotions fighting for control over his expression and neither one winning. “She actually thought,” Tav took another few breaths to calm herself. “She truly believed I was going to be some pathetic whining thing desperate for more. I won’t lie, it was unique, but the best part wasn’t anything we did while undressed. It was stripping off her pride and watching her completely lose it.” “She could have killed you!” The anger was winning again, this time with concern rather than rage.

“No, she wouldn’t.” She steadied herself. “Even Mizora has a healthy fear of what we’re up against, she’s not willing to put that at risk. Once it’s over…well, we might have a problem on our hands. But it was still worth it to see that look on her face!” “You are an absolute menace.” Wyll shook his head. “And you shouldn’t encourage this either! Gods, the pair of you…” His frustration, however, was beginning to ease a little. “She really did look more unsettled than I’ve ever seen her before.”

Tav grinned. “Right? That’s not even the best part, when I-” “Alright, I get it. Spare me the details, please. I don’t need more nightmares.” The warlock seemed at least willing to let it go for now, turning around to leave the pair to their own devices for now.

“Suit yourself,” Astarion smirked. “Now, about those delicious details…” “At least let me leave the room first!” Wyll complained, quickening his pace to the door. Once it had closed, and the footsteps receded, Tav nudged her lover. “Maybe we should’ve said less, at least while he was here.” “When he realises that you just managed to get right to the heart of his greatest enemy’s weakness, I’m sure he will see the greater good in your heroic sacrifice.” Astarion put his arm around her, reaching down for the book and quill. “Care to fill some more pages, my love?”

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I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update ATG - I may have been a little distracted by events, one shots, requests, and other series that leapt to my mind from nowhere. I hadn't forgotten, and in all honestly I found this chapter more challenging to write. But it is here, and more will follow again in a few weeks~

I shan't promise a regular schedule, but I do promise that it will continue again. The next chapters will bring Astarion back in as the main romance, and begin to resolve our remaining plotlines to find our way to the ending.

To those who haven't been following my other works, there are a couple of side stories tied to this continuity, and I would love to go back and work in some things like Abdirak who I missed the first time through, and likely some more side stories. The FicFeb works, both the SFW and NSFW ones, contain more of the ATG Tav's backstory and alternate scenarios which I might copy in here at the end as an "extra lore" chapter, and in the series version of ATG as well.

And honestly to those of you who have been on this journey with me since the beginning, I want you to know how very much I appreciate every interaction, every kudos, comment, and piece of encouragement that brings me back to this story not out of duty but out of a very real love and adoration for it~

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Misunderstanding

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Shadowbringers 5.55 "Death Unto Dawn": After that final scene in Mor Dhona, when everyone returns to the Rising Stones to wait on Krile to make any headway with Sharlayan. Uses/extrapolates from a bit of info from a certain Radz-at-Han sidequest.

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“Everything all right?” Thancred asked, waiting a bit further along the trail as Estinien and Aeryn caught up. The twins had dashed ahead, while Urianger and Y’shtola walked and talked. Estinien and Aeryn fell into step alongside Thancred as they returned to the Toll.

“Someone got distracted,” Estinien said, tilting his head toward Aeryn.

“'Twas nothing,” she said. Thancred’s eyes narrowed; he had caught the attempted lie, as she wasn’t terribly good at that. “I thought I heard something.”

“If you say so,” Thancred replied. “Y’shtola’s dismissed us to do as we like, having all the reports and Urianger’s willing aid. Unless of course you wished to join them.”

Estinien harrumphed and shook his head. “Not I. My plans involve a hot bath and a nap, hopefully without interruption from certain young comrades using my quarters as their verbal battleground.”

“Good luck with that,” Thancred said. “And you, my lady?”

“A bath and sleep sounds like a good idea, actually. Running hither and yon to test the towers was more tiring than I thought.”

“Then allow me to accompany you. There’s something I’ve been meaning to show you, besides.”

“And that is my cue to leave,” Estinien said dryly. He grinned as Aeryn rolled her eyes before they parted, Estinien stopping by the Seventh Heaven’s bar while the other two continued into the Rising Stones.

“Was it the Echo?” Thancred finally asked as he walked with her to her room, the halls otherwise empty.

She frowned as she opened her door. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”

“Don’t think so?” He followed her inside, setting his blade on the waiting rack and shucking his coat. “Usually obvious, isn’t it?”

Aeryn leaned on her desk. “There was a woman, calling to me. Familiar, glowing white. Giving a warning of approaching doom, and my responsibility to stop it. The usual.” She stared at one of the many bright rugs covering the stone floor. “She’s never contacted me like this before.”

“Hydaelyn?” Thancred asked, voice cracking slightly. He draped his coat on the desk next to her, instead of hanging it up.

Aeryn nodded as she helped him remove his chestplate. “It’s always been Her voice, but pulling my mind to the aetherial sea—all those times I used to faint, especially early on. But after the Praetorium—brief attempts, now and then, mostly when reforging the connection to the crystals that Midgarsormr had suppressed. But She obviously struggled, and did not otherwise reach out. Not until we went to the Antitower to look for Her.”

“And found what had happened to Minfilia,” he said quietly.

Aeryn nodded. “But Minfilia’s no longer Her voice. I wonder…is it because Elidibus is gone? Has She found a new voice to bear Her messages?”

“But all this vision said was what we already know,” Thancred replied. “Imminent danger, and everyone shall expect you to avert it.”

Aeryn laughed, hearing her own tinge of bitterness. “Always the way of it.”

She made to push off the desk, but Thancred stepped in front of her, catching her wrists and pressing her hands between his. “Well you’re not alone, you know. You have us. You have me, always.”

Aeryn smiled, letting out a content breath. “I know. I do; thank you.”

He smiled back, and she thought, oddly, that he seemed almost shy. “Good,” he said. “Though, I believe you could stand to have a reminder of that, if you’ll indulge me.”

She tilted her head, curious now. “Of course; what are you up to now?”

“Up to? Darling, I am a paragon of virtue, I assure you.” He grinned as she scoffed and rolled her eyes, unable to hide her own smile. “But I did find myself needing to keep my hands busy whilst Urianger and I camped in Garlemald, lest my fingers freeze and fall off.” One of his hands let go of hers to pull something from the pocket of his laid-out coat.

“That would certainly be tragic,” Aeryn said. “Thought you weren’t the crafty type.”

“Well not to Tataru’s artisanal proficiency, certainly. And don’t ask me to work large projects in metal or leather. But a little hand weaving of small things now and then is a handy skill to have.” He handed her the soft package; just a bit of cloth around something small.

Aeryn took it. “You never cease to surprise me—” she began as she pulled aside the cloth, revealing a woven cord bracelet with a simple but pretty silver clasp in the shape of a lotus native to Thavnair, connecting bright, interwoven bands of light blue and a pale tan. The weave was tight and neat, not a lump, misbraid, or gap to be found—given his perfectionism, it must have taken him much longer than the Garlemald mission.

Words from her childhood buzzed through her head, remembering the excitement of the evening when Rashae had shown off her fire-colored band, Mama playing with her own. “The braids must be perfect,” she reminded the younger children. “The tighter the weave, the closer the bond to the gods, that their protection might be upon the one you love.” She and Papa had shared a smile, Mama’s easy blush visible on her cheeks.

“Aeryn?” Thancred sounded slightly anxious.”I know as a duelist you often wear red to battle, but blue’s your favorite color, so I do hope I haven’t committed some fashion sin.” He was trying to joke.

“Wh-why now?” She asked, trying not to squeak. That damnable blush rose over her face and back past her ears, her pulse loud. They had talked about this and she had thought they were on the same page.

He blinked at her, his concern and befuddlement keening across her empathic Echo. “I thought…well, Lyse beat me to earrings, while rings on one’s finger have certain…connotations, yet I wanted…something…?” He gestured at the bracelet in her palm almost helplessly with one hand, the other rubbing the back of his neck.

Rings. Mama had continued to wear her bonding ring, the Eorzean tradition not conflicting with Thavnair’s. “Both my loves kept close,” she said, when asked by a neighbor. “Especially for my children's sake; their father will ever be an important part of my life, as Tanzel’s first wife remains important to him and their children.”

It had taken news of an acquaintance’s impending nuptials for Aeryn and Thancred to tentatively talk around the subject—once.

“Our own reticence to discuss it seems an indication in itself,” he had said then. “I know I want to be with you, but the how—“

“Is fine for now,” she had answered. “We need to think about some things, and…just come back to this when we’re ready.”

He had frowned, but nodded. She thought the matter was safely tabled.

“For gods’ sake, Aeryn,” his voice yanked her back to the present. “Say something—anything?”

“I thought we’d settled this, how can you spring this on me now?”

His brows drew down in a scowl to cover his confusion. They were close enough that she felt the icy hooks of dejection snaring him, even as he took a step back. “It’s only meant to be a simple token of my affections…Though if you don’t like it you may simply say so!”

“I do! It’s lovely, but we’ve already said we’re not ready for marriage so I don’t understand why—“

“What? Who said anything about that, it’s a bracelet, that I apparently toiled over for no—“

“Wait! You didn’t—you don’t know what this means?!”

“Apparently not!” Thancred snapped—and then stared, as Aeryn suddenly let out a nervous, helpless laugh, reaching out to grip his shirt with one hand, and the bracelet held tightly in her other.

“Oh gods! For a moment I thought…” She continued to giggle uncontrollably.

“I shall wait until you can breathe normally again to ask you to explain,” he said coolly, resigned to holding her up, lest she fall into a hysterical pile on the floor. It was also an attempt to mask his fearful stiffness.

She nodded. “In…in Thavnair… a band l-like this, well…the weave is a…a promise, between man an-and gods,” she managed past her titters. “Tighter the weave, the stronger the protection and usually one, one presents it to one’s…lover, as a promise, and to beseech the gods’ protections, and usually mea-means…” She lost her words to another peal of relieved laughter.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, deep sigh. “This is what I get for not looking deeply enough into your other peoples’ traditions; I discovered bracelets like this to be a gift, but not…I’m not—I mean, I did not intend to—”

Aeryn pulled him into a kiss, holding each other tight—though the giggling continued, his own stressed chuckles tentatively joining hers. “Thank you,” she finally murmured as they leaned close.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, still self-conscious. “You’re quite welcome, and glad am I to avert the argument that was beginning to ensue.”

“It came close,” she said. “Though…I might have also thought about answering.”

“I consider myself duly warned,” he deadpanned back. It didn’t last long, both of them falling into another giddy fit of laughter against one another.

She pretended not to notice that he had bit back the question of how she would have answered.

“I’ll keep it under my gloves and sleeves so it doesn’t clash,” she said, head leaning on his shoulder.

“Oh I see, keeping it a secret then,” he half-teased.

“Keeping it safe, do you know the things that I get into?”

“Only most of them,” he replied. “And there is a protection on the item itself, thanks to Urianger. It should be more durable than it looks, given your proclivity for danger.”

“I’ll have to thank him as well, then.”

Thancred wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I think that can wait until morning.”

“I think you’re right,” she answered, returning the embrace. Too soon they disentangled to get out of their gear, clean up, and have a light meal. Eventually they went to bed, holding one another as they talked about recent events and the coming days’ plans until falling asleep.

Aeryn rested her head on Thancred’s chest and listened to his heart rate steady as he slowly slid into slumber. The arm he had wrapped around her as she lay against him was warm and grounding. In the dark, she felt the band on her left wrist and smiled. She had decided that though it was her primary writing hand, she mostly fought right-handed, and this would be a better choice in the long run.

It would take some getting used to, she thought, toying idly with the bracelet. He hadn’t fully known what such a thing meant, and she did not believe in any gods herself anymore—yet the warmth and giddiness at the gesture still made falling asleep difficult.

She would have to remember to write Rashae about this; she would find the misunderstanding amusing and make joking comments about silly Eorzeans—and if she also teased Aeryn a bit, well, that was the price for confiding in her elder stepsister about her love life.

The questions of marriage were still safely set aside—for now.

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(I'd determined at the end of ShB that Thancred would gift Aeryn a non-betrothal token, but she already had her earrings from Lyse, so maybe a necklace or bracelet. Then I played EW and got to the bracelet sidequest in RAH in the later levels, and it felt serendipitous. I've been sitting on this draft for months, EW's a year old now, and it's time to yeet this one out, after getting a friend to help unstick some things.)

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #Shadowbringers #Endwalker #Thancred Waters #Thancred x WoL #wolcred #shippy nonsense #Aeryn Striker #that one about the bracelet

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Sayo's Route: Maniac 02

Sayo's Route Masterlist CG by Rejet edited by me

-Sayo is in her room, reading a book on her bed. The door is thrown open, and Laito enters the room

Laito: Sayo-chan~!

Sayo: Knocking is a thing, you know?

Laito: Ah…right. I was just so excited that I forgot…nfu~

-She sets her book down, looking up at him

Sayo: And what are you so excited about?

Laito: Let’s go out!

-She stares, unsure she heard him right

Sayo: …what?

Laito: Come on, you’re not dim, Sayo-chan~ I’m inviting you to go out somewhere.

Sayo: But why? You’ve never invited me out before.

Laito: You’re always hiding away reading your books. I had no idea you were interested in going out and doing things until the other day. So, let’s go do something. There’s an event in town that we should check out!

Sayo: It still feels a little weird for you to do this…but I guess it could be fun. Alright, I’ll come with you.

Laito: Nfu~ I’m glad. I’ll give you time to get dolled up. I’ll be back to pick you up soon.

-Laito leaves the room

Sayo: Dolled up…? Since when do I do that…?

(I don’t have anything particularly fancy to wear…I guess I’ll just try to find something that isn’t so casual to change into.)

Sayo: I wonder if he’s inviting me out like this because he’s jealous over what happened with Kou…

(I’m not about to say that to him…Things have been better between us recently. I can tell he’s actually trying to fix things. I’ve been meeting his efforts as long as they aren’t ridiculous. It’s the least I can do, I guess…I never expected him to try so hard, so I can’t really brush him off.)

(Normally I would be hesitant to go somewhere with him, but it should be okay…hopefully.)

-Sayo rummages through her closet and eventually settles on a purple collared blouse and a black skirt. Laito returns a few minutes after she is dressed

*knock knock*

Laito: Sayo-chan~ Are you ready yet?

-Sayo opens the door and steps out of her room

Sayo: I suppose.

Laito: Hmm…Your outfit isn’t bad, but not quite what I had in mind.

Sayo: Haah…I’m so sorry I don’t have anything up to your standards. Don’t you have a pretty good idea of the type of clothes I have by now?

-The two begin heading down to the entrance hall to leave as they continue their conversation

Laito: Nfu…I can always buy you some while we’re out, you know~?

Sayo: No thanks. Any gift from you comes at a steep price. Besides, I don’t have a problem with what I’m wearing.

-She suddenly smirks at him

Sayo: And isn’t it rather insulting to knit pick what a girl is wearing in the first place?

Laito: Ah…That isn’t what I meant, Sayo-chan. I always think you look cute, you know?

Sayo: Thanks, I guess.

-The two take the limo into town, close to where the event is being held and then walk the rest of the way due to the crowd

Sayo: It’s a summer festival?

Laito: There were flyers posted all over town, so I thought it might be fun to check out.

Sayo: Isn’t it too early?

Laito: It’s to celebrate the coming of summer, I believe?

Sayo: It looks like fun…It’s been a while since I’ve been to this sort of thing.

Laito: ….so you really used to do these types of things?

Sayo: Do you honestly think I just kept to myself? Yes, when I actually had people to go out with. If I still had my friends, I would still be doing things like this.

Laito: If you wanted to go out, why didn’t you ask one of us?

Sayo: Laito, what are you talking about? I’m not that close to any of you. Not like I am with my friends. The thought never crossed my mind.

Laito: …

Sayo: Shall we go check that out?

-Sayo points to a row of art vendors before walking over. Laito mutters to himself once she’s out of earshot

Laito: Only because you’ve put up a wall between yourself and us…

-She turns towards him

Sayo: Are you coming?

Laito: Nfu…Of course~

-The two walk around the festival together, looking at the different vendors and playing games as they go. They decide to take a break for a snack and find a table to sit at after buying crepes. There is a pavilion nearby with music and people dancing

Laito: Tell me about your friends, Sayo-chan.

Sayo: Hm? You really want to know?

Laito: Of course. I want to know all about you, after all.

Sayo: Well, I guess I can tell you a little…We met when we were in elementary school. We’ve been best friends ever since. Including me, there were five of us in our group.

Laito: What did you like to do with them?

Sayo: Anything. I didn’t like being at the church, so we spent a lot of time together. Sometimes we all hung out in the classroom after school, or we would go back to one of their houses. On our days off, sometimes we would hang out at one of their houses, at a park, go window shopping…If we actually had money, usually we would go out to eat, go to karaoke, or go dancing.

Laito: Hm…? Those last two are unexpected for you. You would sing and go dancing?

Sayo: Fufu…Laito, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. Those were two of our favorite things to do. We would save up our money so that we could go. Two of my friends are super into music. One of them plays the drums and the other can play the guitar and bass. We joked about starting a band as kids. Not that that would ever happen.

Laito: Well now…I want to see the girl who does all of those things.

-She shrugs

Sayo: Too bad we didn’t meet under normal circumstances. Then maybe you could have.

Laito: Nfu…Well, I can see one of those things right now, at least.

Sayo: Hm? What do you mean?

-Laito stands, pulling her out of her chair and to her feet

Laito: Let’s dance, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: Huh…?! Wait, when I said dancing, I didn’t mean this…That music playing is for formal dancing! I’ve never done that sort of thing before…!

Laito: Nfu~ Don’t worry, you’ll catch on quickly. Just follow my lead.

-Laito drags her over to the pavilion, where everyone else is dancing. He places his hand on her back, pulling her into proper position

Sayo: Laito, really…I don’t know about this…

Laito: It will be fun, Sayo-chan~ Just relax, okay?

(He really isn’t giving me a choice here…)

Sayo: F-Fine…

-She shakily follows along as Laito leads her through the first few steps. After a bit, she gains confidence and is able to keep up with ease

Laito: See? You’re a natural.

Sayo: I don’t know if I would say that…

Laito: Our father has a tendency to throw fancy parties on a whim. The next time he does, you’ll be my dance partner, won’t you? I’m asking you this early, so make sure you refuse everyone else, okay?

Sayo: Haah…What am I going to do with you?

Monologue

Laito refused to let go of me for some time until I insisted I was too tired to dance any longer. We had seen most of the festival, so after that, we decided to return home. For a night with Laito, it was surprisingly pleasant. If he were always like that, I admit I wouldn’t mind being around him so much.

#diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #sayori makina #laito sakamaki #sayo's route

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colourfulgreyscales · 11 months

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The Forest From the Trees

So finally here is the fic that I had in my mind for a while, product of both as a homage of my two favourite actors and my frustration of a truncated queer character. And what better than an actual queer cowboy played by my other favourite actor, who also happens to be named with a variation of Silas' name, to give Silas the true expression of his queerness as he deserves. Remember also that this is an Alternate Universe fanfiction. The characters are not mine. And there might be aspects and characters of both Slow West and A Strange Way of Life, but not so many that deviates from the fic. Also another reminder: Silva is a surname and as far as I know, Almodovar didn't put a first name to him, which, in my alternate universe, gives me an opportunity to give him a name also related to Silas: Saul. One of the reasons is revealed as you read this first chapter. More answers will come if you send me the questions. I plan to send a new chapter of the fic every weekend.

Happy reading.

Two lone wolf gunslingers, Silas Selleck and Saul Silva, get united for a mission, only to realize that the mission will give them a lot more than they were bargaining for...

A/N Alcohol Use, Violence, Possible smut (If I am pleased with the scene).

Pairing: Silas Selleck/ Silva (called here Saul Silva for the purposes of the fic)

Chapter 1: Naming Names

Lord Northrup hair sat at the desk at his luxurious living room with red walls, several paintings and heads of animals hanging, watched by a pair of brown eyes and another pair of pair blue-green eyes. “The reason the bounty is the piece of art, is because it is rumoured to be stolen by a network of undesirables.” Lord Northrup quipped. “There has been a lot of robberies like that around here.” The blue-eyed man, spoke with his Irish accent. “But why did you pick a lone wolf like me to go with someone else?” “Two lone wolves.” The brown-eyed man interjected. “You are two of the most feared gunslingers around here. I understand you both usually work alone, but for a piece of art work that was stolen the way it was, the force of you both combined will be good to take it back. I understand this is not the usual way you both work, but this is the most priced art in my collection. I also know you both know how to deal with bands of desperados.” Lord Northrup replied. “How do you suggest we divide the bounty?” The Irishman asked “We will discuss that as soon as you both complete the mission. Until then, you shall have each other to rely on. Unless one of you decides against taking the job."

The two gunslingers in front of Lord Northrup looked at each other, and they nodded in complicity.

“I’ll take it.” The Irishman said. “So will I,” the other gunslinger added. “Very well.” Lord Northrup nodded. “I shall send you both on your way.” The gunslingers shook Lord Northrup’s hand and put their heads on. Minutes later, the two men walked to the barn with one of Lord Northrup’s pageboys in order to get the horses. “Do you have any idea about where to start?” The brown-eyed gunslinger asked to his colleague. “I have some ideas. The bands of desperados that like that kind of art tend to go out west to the California territory.” “Hopefully you know this part quite well.” “Don’t you?” The Irishman looked at his colleague with some irritation.

“I am from the New Mexico Territory. I’ve not visited often this part of the Utah territory.” “I take you are better with the desert than with the forest.” “I used to be good with the forest when I was younger. But I have been only back in this business for a year and I have been mainly worked in the New Mexico area until now.” Both gunslingers stopped at the door of the barn as the pageboy announced that he was going to take their horses back to them. “By the way.” The brown-eyed gunslinger said looking at the Irishman, “I don’t think Lord Northrup introduced our names. I am Saul Silva.” Silva extended his hand. “Silas Selleck.” The Irishman extended it back, surprised at how easily he said his own name to a stranger when he was usually guarded. Silva looked at Selleck as if there was something about his name that he either knew or was fascinated by, which made Selleck feel slightly annoyed, but not enough to anticipate any ill will towards his fellow gunslinger. Both men shook their hands. The pageboy gave each their horse and as they got on their animals, Silva told Selleck: “You lead the way.”

“You didn’t strike me as someone good at following,” Selleck quipped. “I don’t think I have much of a choice.” The two gunslingers parted from the nobleman’s house. Selleck and Silva rode for a few hours well into the forest until they saw a river. The men got off their horses and took them to the shore so they could drink water. They squatted to do the same. “Do you believe in destiny?” Silva started talking as he and Selleck stood back up. “I believe life is about surviving. Everything about life is random. Why?” “There’s more to life than surviving, you know.” “Someone from my past told me that once.” Selleck caressed his own horse. “What's with this destiny talk?” “Do you know what your name and my surname have in common?” “The first three letters. And an A afterwards. I know how to spell.” Selleck looked at Silva with annoyance. “Easy, Selleck. I am not an Englishman like Lord Northrup.” Silva chuckled. “There's something else my last name and your first have in common. A meaning: Both have the root in the name Sylvanus. The God of the Forest.” “Sylvanus is also a variation from Silas in the Bible.” Selleck observed. Silva smirked at Selleck, not out of hostility, but out of intrigue.

“What?” Silas frowned. “I took you for a brute, but you know some things.” “Catholicism is everywhere in Ireland. I had to see that in the Bible. Silas was a companion of Saint Paul, by the way.” “And ironically enough, the original name of Saint Paul was Saul. My first name.” Silva said with a smug expression. “Are we gonna start to be Christian preachers now?” Silas asked with irritation. Silva laughed. “Well, if things get difficult with the desperados, we will send them to heaven. But with bullets instead of gospels and epistles.”

At least he makes fun of religion.

#au fanfiction #alternate universe #silas and silva #silas #silva #silas selleck #saul silva #slow west #a strange way of life #pedro pascal characters #michael fassbender characters #gay cowboy #pedro pascal #michael fassbender #canon divergence #queer fanfiction #the forest from the trees

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Aspen: Across the River, Chap. 2

It’s now Friday and Friday nights aren’t as exciting as you think. My best friend on the other hand...

Aspen. Asp, I like to call her, she’s my best friend, well best friend is an understatement. She’s been with me ever since I moved to Windbrook. I'm a very independent person but she really knows how to bring me out of my shell and helped me meet all my friends when I first got here. She is the queen of planning Friday nights out. 3am swims, midnight movies, hiking, surfing or even just chilling at home (which those are my ideas of the perfect fridays). She has always been the go-getter.

“So what shall we do tonight?” She flops down on my bed and puts her head in my lap.

“Stay home and watch a movie?” I say hopefully “Ha! You're funny, we're going to Claire’s, her parents are out of town and she has the whole house to herself, Molly, Payton and Gabe are gonna be there too!”

I roll my eyes at her “I knew you already had something planned, why even ask me?” she gives me a sickly smile “to be polite”. I sigh and stand up, Grabbing my green jacket that used to be my dads. As we drove down my street I stare at the thick wall of trees, And my mind drifts off to Foster. Him being so friendly when we first met. Like he knew me somehow. Or surprised I was there. It’s a public park.

“I met someone the other day”

The car suddenly stops, I jolt and my seatbelt tugs across my chest. “WHAT?!” Asp says. “God, Aspen you almost just killed us”. “I literally just stopped the ca- wait that's not the point. Forest what do you mean you met someone, a boy, you met a boy? or girl? sorry you know I don't judge” We are stopped in the middle of the road and she’s staring at me so intensely.

“Yeah, a boy but it’s not like that I was walking Cooper and had my headphones on and he yelled at me from across the river”. I try to look anywhere but her “what was he doing In the woods in the first place? burying a body?”

“He was just skipping rocks, I don't know” she blinks slowly at me “Did you at least ask him his name?! You're the kind of person that would just walk away if I cute guy was talking to you”.

“First of all, ouch, second of all, yeah thats true and I never said he was cute.”

she rolls her eyes at me “oh come on, look at you, you're literally blushing thinking about it ” I sigh. “His name is Foster, He was really nice for a stranger, he told me he just moved here and asked for my name but I got scared and walked away”

“New guy? Foster? hm, I like it, sounds kinda mysterious to go along with the whole skipping rocks thing”.

“I don’t think skipping rocks is mysterious”.

She presses her lips together “It kinda is and besides, this is great! maybe you’ll see him tomorrow when you walk Cooper again.”

“Maybe I don't know, you know I've never had any kind of relationship”. She head tilts slightly “Why though, I mean guys have liked you in the past and you just never seemed interested?”

My chest suddenly feels heavy. “Yeah, I know and I do like guys and find them attractive its just--”

Suddenly a car beeps behind us making Aspen drive again. The car falls silent hoping she won't make me talk about it again. I don’t know if Im ready to admit anything yet to anyone. “ You know it’s okay to like someone, I know how you feel about that kind of stuff but it may be good to get out there”. she says as she pulls up to a red light.

I roll my eyes “you sound like my mom”.

“Well Mrs. C is never wrong” I don't say anything and we pull up to Claire’s 5 minutes later. “Well you and I are going to talk more about this later but for now I'm telling the others about Mr. Rock skipper” as she runs to the door. “DON’T YOU DARE” and I run after her.

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OMG! I am so sorry for abandoning this story. Junior year was stressful and now I'm a senior and bored so I'm back on it! I promise to upload as much as I can!!!

#boy x girl #young love #forest #love #romace #original fiction

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worryinglyinnocent · 2 years

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Fic: Diverging Paths (4/31)

Summary: Xerxes falls and the only two survivors walk away from the dead city.

Homunculus is keen to make the most of the new human body he now wears, and he goes out into the world, still planning his ascension to godhood as he strips away his vices and turns them into homunculi.

Van Hohenheim believes he has become a monster, and he hides himself away, befriending the other abominations of the world, failed human transmutations doomed to agonising half-life without the intervention of a Philosopher’s Stone.

Years later, Homunculus meets Trisha Elric and sires two sons with her before vanishing into the night, whilst Hohenheim tries to foil his doppelgänger’s schemes.

Years after that, Edward and Alphonse Elric are caught up in the middle of it all…

A Father-Hohenheim role reversal switcheroo, following Mangahood’s main plot with elements of ‘03, based on the premise ‘what if Father was Ed and Al’s father and Hohenheim was the one hiding under Central?’

Rated: Teen

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Four

“Well, you can’t deny that we’ve certainly had an adventure over the last couple of weeks. Homunculi in Dublith, the Fuhrer turning up, Xingese ninjas in Rush Valley.” Ed paused. “Hopefully we’ve seen the last of them, though. I don’t know why Ling decided it would be a good idea to come with us.”

Al laughed.“ Yes, it’s definitely been eventful, but I’m not sure how much of that we could put in an official report to the colonel.”

“Meh.” Ed waved aside his brother’s concerns. “We don’t have to tell him anything, and he won’t be expecting us to report back for a while. We’ve got time to think up a cover story. Who knows? Lieutenant Colonel Hughes might even help us with that.”

They turned into the street that led to Central Command and stopped dead.

“What the hell happened here?”

Ed looked down the street, taking in the damaged building facades and the tree branches everywhere. City maintenance workers were brushing broken window glass off the sidewalks, and although it wasn’t a scene of utter devastation, it was clear that something major had happened in the street last night.

“It looks as if a tornado hit,” Al said.

“It did.”

Ed startled on hearing the colonel’s voice beside him. Mustang was surveying the carnage grimly, and he held out the morning’s newspaper to Ed.

“Colonel Mustang? What are you doing in Central?”

“My transfer was finalised a month ago.”

“Oh.” Al paused. “Congratulations. Are the rest of your team here too?”

Ed left Al and Mustang to their conversation and skimmed the paper. Scar Strikes Again: Fifth State Alchemist Murdered. Lieutenant Colonel Abigail Sherman, the Whirlwind Alchemist, was killed last night…

“So, Scar’s back, huh.”

“Yes.” Mustang nodded towards Central Command. “Now that you’re back in the city, arrangements will need to be made for your protection. Shall we go and discuss it? I assume that you were going to report in, since you were heading in that direction.”

Ed narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, following the colonel along the road towards the command building. He thought about the last time he and Al had had a protection detail, and what had happened then. They’d ended up opening a massive can of worms, and now it was open, they couldn’t get any of the worms back in. All they could do was just keep following the trails. That was hard enough as it was, but being under guard would make it even more difficult. He wondered if they’d assign Brosh and Ross again, and he felt kind of sorry for them at the prospect.

On the other hand, if Scar was operating here in Central where there were so many more State Alchemists to go at, most of whom had, unlike Ed, actually been involved in the Ishval war, maybe that would get him off the hook.

They met Lieutenant Hawkeye in the entrance to Central Command.

“Hello Ed, Al. I didn’t realise that you were back in town.”

“We finished what we needed to do down south and we came back to tie up a few loose ends,” Ed said. “We were going to check in with Lieutenant Colonel Hughes.”

At the mention of Hughes’ name, Hawkeye and Mustang exchanged a look, and even though Ed would admit that he was not the most astute person in the world, he could not miss that look. He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s going on?”

“Lieutenant Colonel Hughes is…” Hawkeye began, but Mustang cut her off.

“Lieutenant Colonel Hughes is not currently stationed at Central Command.”

Hawkeye all but glared at her superior, and Ed’s eyebrow remained raised.

“OK… Where is he, then?”

Neither of the officers replied, both of them seeming to be having a conversation conducted entirely in ferocious facial expressions.

“Let’s talk about this elsewhere,” Mustang said eventually, looking around the open foyer of the command building and gesturing for Ed and Al to follow him. He moved on ahead apace, and Hawkeye sped up to catch up to him, the two of them talking in hushed but urgent tones. Ed couldn’t make out what they were saying, he was having to jog to keep up with them as it was, but he heard Hawkeye say something along the lines of they’ll find out the truth soon enough and they won’t thank you for lying to them.

“Brother?” Al whispered. “Do you think something’s happened to Mr Hughes?”

“It definitely sounds that way.” Ed’s stomach turned in knots. If something had happened to Hughes as a result of everything that he and Al had found out in the fifth laboratory, the threads that they had started to pull on, and Hughes had helped them to pull on, and Bradley had warned them away from pulling on…

He felt sick at the thought, thinking of Gracia and Elysia and the warmth and hospitality that the entire Hughes family had shown them on their arrival in Central, not making anything of Al’s appearance, not expecting anything from them, just accepting them as they were.

Hawkeye ushered them into Mustang’s office and shut the door behind them, checking the corridor for eavesdroppers before taking up a position by the door, standing guard.

Mustang settled himself behind his desk and indicated for Ed and Al to take a seat. He gave a long sigh, and Ed could tell that Hawkeye had won whatever argument they’d been having through the corridors.

“Shortly after you departed Central last month, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes was attacked by an unknown assailant. He received multiple stab wounds and he was shot at close range.”

Ice flooded Ed’s veins at the thought. “Is he…”

“He survived the attack; a passer-by called an ambulance and performed first aid. He’s still alive, but he’s been in a coma since that night and he hasn’t regained consciousness.”

Ed took several deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. Hughes wasn’t dead. He wasn’t ok by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn’t dead.

“Ed, Winry went straight to the Hughes’s.” Al’s voice was high and urgent, betraying exactly the same kind of frantic fear that Ed was feeling. He jumped to his feet, the scrape of the chair legs along the floor grating in his ears, and ran for the door; Al followed hot on his heels. Hawkeye sidestepped to let them out. They had to intercept Winry; they had to tell her what had happened…

“Fullmetal!”

He ignored the colonel yelling after them as they left the room and rushed off in the direction of the Hughes home. Several frantic knocks at the apartment door told them that there was no one home, and Ed took a step back, stumbling and landing hard on his ass as the adrenaline finally started to wear off. He smacked the floor in frustration. This shouldn’t have happened. This was all his fault.

“Brother?” Al crouched down beside him. “Are you ok?”

Ed sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. No. I don’t know. It’s all so stupid and pointless, and it’s all my fault. If we hadn’t been looking for the Philosopher’s Stone, if we hadn’t gone to the fifth laboratory, if we hadn’t met those weirdos…”

“If it’s your fault, then it’s mine too,” Al said plainly. “We’re in this together. We’re doing all this together. Don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you.”

Ed remembered their conversation on the hospital roof, and the catharsis that had come with the air being cleared and knowing that Al did not blame him for his current state. He accepted Al’s hand to pull him back onto his feet and he brushed himself down.

“They’ll probably be at the hospital,” he said. “We should go and see.”

Al nodded his agreement and they set off again, this time at a much more measured pace.

Winry was sitting in the corridor when they got there, hugging her knees with her heels drawn up on the chair edge. She looked up as she heard them approaching.

“I just can’t believe it,” she murmured. “Who would do something like that? Why?”

Ed’s stomach flip-flopped again. He knew exactly why someone would do something like that. If Hughes had found out more information about the mysterious people in the fifth lab, then someone would definitely want to silence him.

Lieutenant Abrams opened the door for them, and the sight that met them didn’t do anything for Ed’s churning stomach.

Hughes just looked wrong, lying there hooked up to tubes and drips. He looked too small and too helpless; it didn’t look like he was just asleep and could wake up and be his normal, exuberant, irritating self at any moment. It was a stark reminder of just what they had got themselves involved in, and the fact that they were now in way over their heads, and the only thing that they could do to keep afloat was to keep moving forward.

“Ms Gracia, we’re so sorry,” Al said.

Despite everything, Gracia gave them a weak smile. There were dark shadows under her eyes and it looked like she hadn’t slept for days; Elysia was curled up in her lap but it looked like she’d only fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

“Oh boys,” she said softly. “It’s not your fault.”

“But if we hadn’t…

Gracia shook her head, cutting them off.

“No, please don’t start getting into What-Ifs. You weren’t the ones who did this to Maes. You’re not responsible. Just… Promise me that you won’t let this derail you. Promise me that you’ll keep going and keep trying to get your bodies back like you were doing before. Please don’t give up. Please don’t let this be in vain.” She gave a long sigh, turning her gaze back towards Hughes. “There’s still hope. I’m sure that he’ll wake up with time. Maybe the next time he sees you, you’ll have succeeded.”

“Thank you, Ms Gracia.” They left the room quietly, collecting Winry from outside, and the three of them made their way back to the hotel in contemplative silence. Ed had been so close to giving up, figuring that if their quest to get their bodies back was going to get people hurt in the process, and if looking into the mysterious people from the fifth lab was going to get their friends like Hughes attacked, then maybe it wasn’t worth it at all, and they should just accept their fate and the consequences of breaking the taboo.

What Gracia had said made sense, though. Hughes had suffered this fate whilst acting on information that they had found out; he had been helping them out, and to give up now would be tantamount to throwing his help back in his face. They had to keep going, for the sake of everyone who had helped them even if not their own.

After all, as Gracia had said: there was still hope. However bleak things might look, there was still the chance that Hughes would be ok in the end, and if they had managed to get their bodies back by that point, then so much the better.

“I’m concerned about Hughes. I think that something needs to be done before anyone else decides that something needs to be done.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been working on a plan since he went into the hospital. Everything will work out. I know how we can keep him safe.”

“I think we can safely say that the days of ‘not intervening’ are over.”

“When the stakes are this high, we can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

#FMA Brotherhood #FMA Fanfiction #Edward Elric #Alphonse Elric #Fic: Diverging Paths

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chinahatbeach · 1 year

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Thoughts for Today

Oh, thank God for my morning coffee. My brain worked overtime last night and I had strange dreams. Add in a leg cramp. I don’t get as many of those as I had been but I believe that they are a wake-up call for me to pray during the night for people. At least that is what I use the time to do when sitting on the edge of the bed. Make the best out of all things that happen. And yes, things can happen in life.

Yesterday, I had a strange feeling in the afternoon. I took care of things around the house and noticed the washing machine wasn’t working. Crap! I tried various settings and nothing. Called the local repair service and was told it would be 3 weeks before anyone could come out. Double crap. Well, that would mean I wait 3 weeks and hopefully, he could fix in or I could wait another week or so for parts. Hmmm…… what to do? I called them back and asked about a new washer. Oh, that would be a week or so before delivery. Oh good gracious.

I decided to ask the neighbor, who owns a truck, if he could help me take the old one away and get the new one home. He said yes, so, that is this morning’s project. I thank God for good neighbors. We count on each other. They are family.

I am able to buy a new washer and be able to wash my cleaning towels and mop heads. Being a house cleaner requires tools for the trade and the idea of going to the laundromat is not a highlight. I had to take items there yesterday and the dang machines wouldn’t take the quarters. You had to put them in just right or they would work. I did get things washed and done and I now have clean mop heads for work. Minor inconveniences of life make you grateful for simple things……… washer, dryer, kitchen faucet with running water, flushing toilet, and the number of items are really overwhelming when we think of many who have nothing.

We really are a blessed nation even when we think it’s going to hell in a handbasket. We can have life’s conveniences. Many do not. Many live on the streets, homeless. Some of those folks choose that life and many have run out of choices. Drugs and alcohol, mental illness, and some folks have had disaster come into their lives and have few choices. We all need to be happy with what we have and not look down on the less fortune.

Life throws us curve balls at times but it’s how we look at those things and adapt. Over the years, I’ve learned to adapt. I’ve counted my blessings on folks who have helped me. I am grateful, thankful, and I try to show it.

One way of showing it is thru one of the five love languages. What are they? Acts of service, gifts, quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation. I like to bake pies, banana bread, cinnamon rolls, or any other treat for people. Acts of service. A gift of food from my pantry to help out a young couple. And the list goes on and on.

Jesus wants us to use our purposes. He taught us the message of unselfishness, forgiveness, and eternal life through the spoken word, and the He demonstrated it through His life, death, and resurrection. He did the hardest thing ever when He gave up His rights as God, humbled Himself to become a servant, and died a shameful death for our sake. Jesus’s love language supersedes all others, wouldn’t you agree?

Today’s scripture……… John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. I’m thankful for this gift.

And for folks wanting to know “The Five Love Languages” by Gary Chapman on Amazon. It’s a great book.

Well, time to make the bacon (thank God for pigs), drink the coffee (thank God for coffee beans), and enjoy my day…… have a terrific day.

And that’s the way it is…………

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anapotatowriter · 2 years

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Hiii are you taking requests? If so can you please do one for edmund where the reader is his wife and just lots of flufffff <3333 thank you sm :)))

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Edmund Pevensie x reader

A/N: Hey, love! Yes, my requests are open! Check out my masterlist for the rules and the fandoms! This isn't very long, but it's like, cutesy, so~ I hope you like it! If you don't, feel free to ask me to edit it in any way! Also, when requesting, please specify the era you want the story in, it makes it much easier for me!

Summary: Edmund notices that his wife has been overexerting herself as Queen, drafting ideas, practicing archery, helping Peter with tasks, and a million other things. He decides to clear their schedules and have some fun.

Contains: Teeth rotting fluff, stressed reader, Golden age!Au, wife!reader, Edmund being the all-out good husband that he definitely would be, one swear word.

Requested: Yes!

"Good morning," I heard a familiar voice whisper, making me smile subconsciously. "Morning, my love," I said softly, opening my eyes to see Edmund looking at me already. His soft brown eyes were swirling with a lighter brown color, like coffee with swirls of milk. "We should get up," I yawned, going to get out of bed. "Mmmm, five more minutes," he mumbled, pulling back near him and nuzzling his nose into the base of my neck. The satin of my dress rubbed against my skin, a stark contrast from the cotton of the boy's nightclothes. "Fineeeee," I conceded, relaxing my body into the plush bed. "Wait, shit," I remember, my eyes flying open as I jumped out of bed. "Owwww," he groaned as he landed with a thud on the ground. "Sorry, love! Gotta go! I have stuff to do," I called, grabbing my towel and running into the bathroom. I quickly changed into a modest gown, simple enough to slip on easily but nice enough to not look odd. I quickly braided my hair, placing the rose gold crown, shaped into intricate flowers, on the top of my head.

"Good morning," I called as I walked into the dining room, where Susan, Peter, and Lucy were already sitting. "I am so sorry I am late," I gasped, rushing down the long dining table and grabbing a piece of toast. As I ran back out of the dining hall, I heard Susan say, "Y/N, can you help me with archery today?" "Yeah, of course, Susan," I called out, running to the courtyard. "Hello!" I called out, placing the piece of toast on the side. "Good morning, Queen Y/N," said Oreius, bowing his head. "Let's get to the guards, shall we?" I said, clapping my hands together. I walked with Oreius to the training grounds, the piece of toast left behind in the courtyard. "I would like to thank you again, Queen Y/N, for volunteering to encourage the troops and train with them. Your perceptive nature is useful to learn about with regards to battle," he said gratefully. I smiled and said, "It's no problem! Let's get to work, shall we?"

Two hours later, I scurried away to Peter's office. When I walked in, his golden crown, shaped into intertwined leaves, lay crooked on the top of his head, his equally golden hair disheveled as his hands ran through them. When the door creaked open, he looked up hopefully before breaking into a grin, his baby blue eyes releasing any of the tension they held earlier. "Thank god you are here, Y/N! You are literally a blessing," rambled the young king as we both sat down and poured over his notes, ideas, plans, and battle strategies for the next few hours. "I've gotta go help Susan with her archery now," I called, running out of the room, the dark green material of my dress flying behind me as I ran. "Thank you, Y/N! Same time tomorrow?' he asked. "Of course, Pete!" I yelled as I ran to the archery range. I reached the ground to see Susan standing in a purple dress, her own golden crown shining in the bright sunlight of the evening sun.

"Hello, Susan," I puffed, getting out my own bow and quiver. "Let's get some warm-up done first," I said, and she nodded. I pulled out one of the arrows from the white quiver on my back and placed it onto the bow. I pulled the string and arrow back, the dark green feathers of the arrow brushing against my cheek. Twang after twang rang through the empty field as Susan and I shot arrow after arrow. "So Susan, since your weapons rarely seem to miss, we should practice making your archery faster. There is no point in knowing archery if you are too slow to fight the enemy," I said. I spent hours with Susan training her in the dangerous art of archery. "Thank you so much, Y/N," she expressed thankfully as we packed away our stuff. "No problem!" I said happily before running to the library. I sat at one of the desks and lit a candle since the sun had already set. I barely acknowledged the empty feeling in my stomach from the lack of food as I poured upon the works in the library. I analyzed thick wads of texts bound by twine and intricately designed leather-bound books, writing agreements, treaties, and plans for the other nations around Narnia.

"Hello, my love," said a voice from behind me, making me jump violently and turn around. "Oh! You scared me, you daft bimbo," I complained, looking back at the words in the book in front of me. "Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly, swooping down to press a kiss on my cheek, making me giggle at the ticklish feeling. "Go away, I need to work," I protested when he walked around the table to face me. "Y/N, you haven't eaten all day!" he sighed, pushing some of the hair that had fallen from my braid. "Who cares, Ed! I don't have time to eat, I have so much work to do!" I exclaimed, rummaging through the notes I had made. "Ok then. I won't tell you what to do, since you know what is best for you. Just come to bed soon love," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before leaving, his sliver crown glinting under the flickering candlelight.

Hours later, I stretched and got out of my chair, putting away the manuscripts. I picked up the notes I had drafted and left them on Peter's table before going to Edmund and I's chambers. There, I saw the candles still burning, Edmund sleeping uncomfortable, his torso supported by the headboard. I slowly tried to ease the brunette under the sheets, but the movement made him make up. "Hey, love," he said sleepily. "Why are you sleeping like that?" I questioned, beginning to change into my nightgown. "I wanted to wait up for you, but you were really late, so I fell asleep," he said, clinging onto me as soon as I climbed into bed. "Go to bed, my love," I said, sighing in exhaustion before falling asleep.

As much as Y/N had hoped Edmund hadn't realized, he had. He noticed everything. The dark circles under her eyes, the late sleeping time, early wake-up time, the lack of eating, and the constant running around. When she was working in the library, he gathered all his siblings in one room. "What is wrong with all of you?!" he exclaimed agitatedly, his hand running through his hair as he paced the carpeted floors. "What are you talking about, Ed?" asked Susan, concerned for her younger brother. "Y/N. She has been running around all day, doing YOUR tasks! She is barely sleeping, not eating, constantly running around and accomplishing tasks for you!' he exclaimed. "What?" asked Peter defensively, though realization dawned on his face. "How long has it been since any of you saw Y/N eat? Or sleep for longer than three hours? Or even just sit and relax? She has been running around all day, helping with archery, meeting dignitaries, helping in the kitchen, helping the guards train, meeting the citizens, and millions of other things! She needs a fucking break, and none of you even realized!" said the brunette king angrily, accusingly pointing at his siblings, who had guilty expressions on their faces. "What should we do?" asked Susan, concerned for her young sister-in-law, who she loved dearly. "Clear her schedule for tomorrow, let her sleep in, and actually take a break," commanded Edmund, and all three siblings nodded. "Of course, Ed. Whatever she needs," said Peter, standing up. Edmund nodded gratefully before going to the library. There, you had fallen asleep on your books, your body more relaxed than it had been in ages. "Up we get love," said Edmund softly, picking up the H/C haired girl and carrying her bridal style to her room. "Hey Ed," stirred the young girl, rubbing her eyes. "Change and get into bed, Y/N," said the boy softly. Y/N nodded blearily, changed, and climbed into the cold sheets. "Cold," she whined sleepily, making Edmund chuckle as he climbed into bed with her, the sheets soon becoming warm. "Good night, darling," he said, kissing the girl's forehead softly before drifting off himself.

"Good morning," I said when I woke up, feeling better rested than I had felt in weeks. "Why is it so sunny out?" I yawned, looking up at the brunette sitting up next to me. "Because it's almost 11 in the morning," said Edmund, making my eye widen as I fell out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me? I have so much to do, I need to help Oreius, and Mr. Tumnus, and Peter, and," I rambled as I pushed myself off of the ground and tried to tie my hair up. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, stop panicking, I got everything on your schedule canceled for the day," said Edmund, grabbing my shoulders to make me look at him. "Why would you do that?" I asked, stopping my movements. "Because you were over-exerting yourself, Y/N! You needed a break," said Edmund, pushing away the strands of hair on my face and cupping my cheeks. "Now, you will go, get ready, and then meet me at the stables," he commanded, a playful glint in his eyes. "Fineeeee," I mock groaned, going to the bathroom and getting ready for the day. I donned a light green dress, flowers embroidered into the hems. I placed my crown on my head, not bothering to do anything with my hair other than comb them.

"Hey, Ed!" I said as I reached the stables. "I got Andromeda ready for you," he said sweetly, helping me up onto the horse before climbing onto Philip himself. "Hey Andromeda, it's been a while," I said softly, nuzzling my nose into her neck. Her black coat shone in the dazzling sunlight as she whinnied slightly before starting off into a trot. I sighed happily as the gentle sunshine soaked into my skin. "It's been so long," I said, glancing at Edmund beside me. "Way longer than I would like," he agreed, smiling softly at me. "Stop here," said Edmund, making Andromeda pause right at the border to the western woods. "Why?" I questioned as Edmund swooped off of Philip and held his hand out to me to help me down. "You'll see," he said cheekily, making a smile spread across my face in excitement. He brought out a huge basket along with a sheet. He spread the sheet onto the grassy floor, half of the sheet in the shade of a tree. He placed the basket down and sat me down next to him. "FOOD!" he exclaimed dramatically, flipping over the lid of the basket to reveal all sorts of food, desserts, and delicacies. Delicate ices, thinly sliced fruit, dense chocolate cake, foamy fruit juices, and well-spiced dishes. "Edmund!" I cheered, kissing his cheek quickly before taking out the food. After we finished eating, Edmund lay down on the ground, his face under the shade of the tree. I curled up next to him, heavy drowsiness clouding my mind. "Today was amazing, Ed. I am glad you did this," I sighed happily, sleep quickly taking me.

"I love you, darling. You deserve this and more," I heard him say faintly. "I'll take better care of myself," I mumbled, nuzzling my face into his neck. "Sleep now, my love," I heard before I drifted off.

#edmund x reader #edmund is hot #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevesnie fluff #fluff #x reader #narnia x reader #narnia #please send requests #edmund pevensie

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livelle · 2 years

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Hi hi!! Can you do quackity x gn reader where they do a cooking live together and it's very chaotic!! Thank you!!

a/n: hi!! TYSM for the request, it means the world! I hope this is what you liked, If it wasn’t supposed to be romantic, lemme know and I’ll remake it 4 u ^-^

Culinary Proffesionals (kinda ;D)

A Quackity x you!!

summary: Alex asks you to do a special stream with him, telling you he’s the best at cooking and it’ll all be fine. You accept the offer, but chat is freaking out about two things: your guys’s cuteness and also how badly you were doing.

THEY/THEM

ROMANTIC?

no warnings I think

You were caught up with school, stress being so hard on you you were on the verge of tears. Online school made it even harder, but you knew you weren’t alone. Your boyfriend you lived with also was quite busy, because of him being a successful streamer. But he also had even more on his plate, still having to keep up with law school. Thinking about him made a smile return on your face. And as if called, you felt him place his head on top of yours, and hug you from his position above you. He had probably noticed you were stressed out, your hands in your hair and your desk messy. ‘C’mon mi amor, this isn’t good for you, take a break..’ he whispered next to your ear, followed up by little kisses on your neck. Your stiff shoulders relaxed, and you calmed down a bit. He had that effect on you, he was calming. Still, you turned your head, saying ‘But I need to finish this by the end of tomorrow, I wish though.’ He put his hands together, imitating a business man trying to negotiate. You giggled at his expression. ‘How about… we finish this together tomorrow morning, I’ll help you, and you go and be on my stream right now!’ He said hopefully. ‘Right, okay, okay, but Alex, we still need to eat dinner. I still need to make dinner..’ you said, coming to the conclusion you couldn’t relax, having so many things to do. But Quackity interrupted your panic: ‘No, no baby, already thought of that! See, we’re gonna make something on stream! I mean, you know I’m the greatest cook ever.’ He rolled his eyes playfully, acting jokingly selfish. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, making him put on a fake shocked face which made you laugh even harder.

And before you knew it, you were stood next to his camera, apron on and everything. You were just out of frame, because he was doing his intro, and was about to introduce you. 'Yeah chat I know, alright, but as you guys know I don't live alone. So, the other person will help me today! And we shall also eat that grand meal together on stream, so yeah long stream! Anyways guys.. you've seen them before, because they always bring me coffee on streams, here's my significant other y/n!' He said, grabbing your hand and swinging you in frame. You waved, familiar with chat always being very hype and nice to you. 'Hi chat!! Would you look at our matching aprons? I don't know why Quackity bought these for us though, he never cooks.' You joked, so chat would make fun of him. 'Well, well, I should've known..' he said, holding back his laughter.

All the ingredients were moved from being all lined up nicely, to thrown all around the countertop. 'So this goes in here, and we mix!' Alex said full confidence. You smiled to yourself, being busy with preparing the oven. As you came back you looked at your boyfriends actions, him currently mixing a part of the dessert with the ingredients of the starter. 'NO! WHAT-' you yelled, as your eyes became big. 'What? It's all nice and doughy!' he said. You took a deep breath and looked at him. 'Alexis, do you have any idea what you've just done?' you tried not to burst out laughing. '....No...' he said. 'YOU JUST MIXED THE DOUGH FOR THE GARLIC BREAD WITH THE DOUGH FOR THE COOKIES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.' you answered, giggling. 'oh. OH SHIT-' he answered, realising his mistakes. Messages like 'THAT'S WHAT WE TRIED TO TELL HIM' and 'KEKW' were filling the chat window. You couldn't help but both end up in a laughing fit. Deciding to scrap the other two courses, you only prepared the main course. 'Chat, we've all made mistakes,' Alex said, trying to sound deep, 'but we get over them. Look at this amazing lasagna we're making right now.' You were spreading the cheese over the meal, being almost done. He came up behind you and hugged you while putting a kiss on your cheeks. Chat noticed and when you read what fans had to say, you only saw 'THIS IS SO CUTE' & 'QuackityY/n content'. You even saw someone saying: 'I could watch you for hours, you guys are the sweetest😭' which made you blush. You put down everything in your hands and rested your head on his shoulder, answering the chat a bit. You didn't notice his hands that were put on your waist moving, grabbing the hot sauce. 'I'm Mexican, chat,' he began 'I like a little spice.' and he put some hot sauce on top. 'A little more,' he said, there was not much coming out of the new bottle. Suddenly, the lid popped off because of the pressure, and the entire bottle landed on the lasagna. You looked at it in shock. The entire lasagna was covered, Alex having a look of guilt on his face. You only looked in shock as he announced: 'Well chat! See ya later, don't clip that,' acting like nothing happened as you started bursting out laughing 'See you next week, we're gonna order some pizza I think, Byeeeeeeeee' and he ended stream.

He had apologized for ruining your entire meal, you said it was funny. You guys had laughed for about 10 minutes after the stream. Now you laid on your couch, Alex's arms wrapped around you under the blanket. You were watching your favorite show and you just had the best pizza. Your tweet saying 'Don't worry guys, @quackity is a better boyfriend than a cook ;)' had gotten a lot of likes and fans were laughing their asses of. You listened to Alexis humming along with the theme song on the tv as you slowly fell asleep. This had done you good, and bet ya he helped you the next day, all your work done. He truly was the best boyfriend.

a/n: AAAAAAAAA don't wanna proofread but I hope a lot this is what you wanted! I feel like this isn't good, but, whatever, have a very nice day anon! And all the rest of you too!

- oli

#quackity #quackityhq #quackity x you #quackity x reader #mcyt x you #dreamsmp #dsmp #quackity fluff #quackity x y/n #las nevadas #cc!quackity #quackity cooking stream #quackity stream

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 324: Is There a Force Field Around Him??

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal was all “please tell Midoriya that I spent a concerningly small amount of money upgrading U.A. into a wacky physics-defying funtime grid so as to make the final battle much more confusing for everyone.” Present Day!Mic (or Present!Mic, if you will) and Jeanist were all “if only somebody could deescalate this dangerously unhinged mob, we’ve tried nothing and we’re all out of ideas.” Ochako was all “LISTEN UP PEOPLE.” The mob was all, “god??” Ochako was all, “NO, IT’S ME, OCHAKO. I’M REALLY HIGH UP ON THIS BUILDING AND THE VISIBILITY IS LOW DUE TO THE RAIN, SO I CAN SEE HOW YOU MIGHT MAKE THAT MISTAKE. ANYWAYS, DEKU WAS OUT THERE RISKING HIS LIFE FOR YOU CLOWNS EVEN THOUGH HE’S JUST A KID, SO I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ALL REMEMBER HOW TO BE DECENT HUMAN BEINGS, THANKS.” Let’s see if her Big Scolding Energy has any impact.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so I have this speech planned out, and it’s really good, but it also only really needs about 6 to 8 pages, but I’m gonna see if I can stretch it out to 17 pages so I can kill time before we get to the next volume cliffhanger two weeks from now.” Anyway but it really is a good speech though. There are feels, and tears, and more talk about how Deku is so in need of a shower that just looking at him requires a tetanus booster, and more feels, and more tears, and bonus ship drama, and an iconic callback to the very first chapter which reframes the entire series in a new context in a totally epic and moving way, and it’s all very good. Except that Horikoshi is determined to never let anyone actually give this kid a hug. Who hurt you, dude.

omg we are opening on a callback to chapter 212, a.k.a. the chapter with by far the cutest flashback that doesn’t involve any baby Todorokis

baby Ochako is lethally cute. she could literally murder someone with her cuteness. I just want to scoop her up and play airplane with her until she accidentally activates her quirk while we’re spinning around and we both helicopter up into the air never to be seen again

“a child’s insistence” huh well that’s all well and good, but I sure hope this doesn’t mean we’re going to drag out the whole “sternly lecture the obnoxious citizens” plot for another whole chapter. no offense but I think we’re good

so page 2 is just continuing the whole happy/worried faces monologue, which of course is very important to Ochako’s character as it provides the context for why “who protects the heroes” ended up becoming her thing. and this is making me think we actually are in for a whole second chapter of this sob. when will my boy finally get to rest

OH MY GOD SUDDENLY THESE PEOPLE HAVE EYES IMAGINE THAT

HORIKOSHI: [reaches for a box of tissues while tearfully penning an homage to his beloved Spider-Man 2, specifically the train scene where the crowd sees Peter without his mask and they suddenly realize just how young he is]

HORIKOSHI’S HOMAGE SCENE: “COME TO THINK OF IT, I GUESS IT WAS KIND OF MEAN FOR US TO PICK ON THIS TEN YEAR OLD KID WHO WEIGHS 75 POUNDS AND LOOKS LIKE HE LOST A FIGHT WITH SATAN’S MOLDY OLD BASEMENT”

lol at this one guy who can feel the mood of the crowd shifting and is all “WAIT, NO, I WANTED TO KEEP BEING AN ASSHOLE DAMMIT”

as many pointed out last week, this man is wearing an All Might shirt. that’s some fantastic irony there

-- SDKFJWIGKS

“LITTLE GIRL, I HOPE YOU’RE NOT SUGGESTING THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE WALKING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A SOVIET-ERA BUS STOP.” heh. last week I said I was ashamed of BnHA being my favorite manga. that was a lie, actually

(ETA: in the original Japanese Ochako’s next two lines are basically “the only ones covered in mud will be us heroes!” followed by “please give us some time to get rid of the mud”, with that second line basically being the single funniest thing I’ve ever read rdslkjl. Ochako thank you so much for supporting my running gags. “YEAH WE KNOW HE’S DIRTY. WE ARE GONNA TRY AND CLEAN HIM UP, BUT IT MAY TAKE A WHILE, I’M JUST SAYING. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE AN ASBESTOS COSPLAY.”)

doesn’t the megaphone kind of look ever so slightly like an axe that she’s wielding maniacally here

easy there Lizzie Borden

also that’s a really bold claim to make there. and not one she necessarily should have to make, either. but as we all know, there’s nothing that shounen manga likes more than having its heroes bravely hoist heavy burdens of responsibility like good self-sacrificing citizens

p.s. lowkey loving how Kacchan is positioned here standing slightly behind Deku. not presuming to stand in front of him all overprotectively (because he would hate if anyone ever did that to him), and kind of being unobtrusive and letting others take center stage -- but still being close enough to Deku that he can catch him if he stumbles or passes out again

(ETA: or maybe not lmao.

DEKU: [falls to his knees]

KACCHAN: [glancing up from his phone a few minutes later] “someone just sent me the stupidest meme about milk crates -- oh. uh. you good...?”

really, son. “the burdens you can’t carry, we’ll carry them for you. ...later, I mean. right now it’s late, and we’re all cold and wet.”)

also lowkey loving this OchaTsu moment here

I was going back and binging Ochako chapters this past week for reasons, and I gotta say it really stuck out to me just how often these two are paired with each other. they do everything together. it’s a really sweet friendship that often goes unappreciated but it’s very cute

meanwhile, not to be outdone by the OchaTsu, Iida is staring at Ochako with open admiration talking about how she’s fighting too. it’s been so long since we’ve had any IidaRaka you guys. I was starving and I didn’t even know it

oh my lord IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING

THE LIGHT IS BACK. he finally looks like him again. what a cathartic fucking moment omg

ffklkdw

“I KNOW YOU ARE ALL SCARED, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS, WE DEFINITELY CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY AND WE ARE ALL SCARED TOO!” good pep talk there kiddo

BUT, jokes aside, truth be told this is the exact right approach to take imo, and something that’s long overdue. I’ve said this before, but this new generation of heroes is shaping up to be much more transparent than the All Might generation. they’re basically abandoning the almighty, untouchable Superman “heroes as gods” concept in favor of the more nuanced “heroes as people” concept instead. and that’s a good thing. seeing their heroes as humans, with human limitations and weaknesses and flaws, will hopefully not only lead to more scrutiny and accountability, but also more awareness of how hard some of them are working and how much they’re sacrificing. that’s something All Might never quite grasped back at the start of the series -- that the weak, vulnerable, injured him could be just as inspiring as the mighty, invincible him -- perhaps even more so. there’s a power in seeing otherwise ordinary people show extraordinary bravery and compassion. it inspires others to try and do the same

SSDLHK AIZAWA SIGHTING AAHHHHHH

so he was still back at the hospital this whole time?? smdh at this disrespect. that feeling when your sexy self-insert character’s powers of rationality are too strong, and so you have to nerf him so that he doesn’t ruin your Deku Angst arc twice over by (1) immediately talking some sense into Deku and making him come home Right This Instant Young Man, and (2) not allowing him to leave U.A. in the first fucking place. excuse me, you want to do WHAT now, Midoriya?? that’s it, go to your room

also living for Katsuki and Hawks’s soft expressions. Shouto’s too, although his is tinier and harder to see. and Jeanist’s 12-foot-long neck. imagine Jeanist’s head with Mic’s hair. maybe Jeanist had a mohawk back in the day and that’s why U.A.’s doors are so big now

speaking of soft faces, Enji’s is also excellent

what could this random close-up possibly imply?? hell if I know. but Horikoshi truly fears no discourse and that’s what I love about him

OMGGGG

“smh my child is so dumb.” poor Ochadad. your child is cute af count your blessings

SDOFFHSMH

I’m telling you guys. lethally, catastrophically cute

this speech is still ongoing lol. Horikoshi you’re doing so good but I think we get the point now my dude. you gotta learn how to transition out of these things

UNEXPECTED TOGA WHAT

“there we go” Horikoshi says, crossing off the last line on his list of Ochako ships. “that’s all of ‘em”

poor Ochako is just repeating the same “LET HIM REST, PLEASE, WITH EVERYONE’S COOPERATION, IF YOU DON’T MIND, WE APPRECIATE IT” talking points over and over again hoping someone will throw her a bone and acknowledge her already. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP HER

literally they’re all just staring up at her silently omg. work with me people!!

now she’s saying it for the 56th time but more dramatically all of a sudden

they got so dramatic that for a minute I thought she had suddenly leaped off the building or something

look, not to rush you or anything Horikoshi, but I’m starting to get the feeling that this is yet another one of those “the volume is ending soon so I need to either hurry things up or slow things down in order to make sure we end it on my perfect cliffhanger ending” chapters where you go to ridiculous lengths to drag things out much to the exasperation of your week-to-week readers

(ETA: ftr, volume 31 ended on chapter 306, and I’m predicting that vol. 32 will end with chapter 316 (a.k.a. “you’re next!” [explodes]). I’m guessing vol. 33 will follow suit and likely end on chapter 326, so keep your eyes peeled for a big cliffhanger in two weeks’ time. Deku’s dad?? All Might in peril?? U.A. traitor at long fucking last?? we shall see.)

is Deku straight up falling in love with Ochako right on the spot lol what is happening

I know I just said that I enjoy when Horikoshi gives zero fucks about discourse, but shipping discourse is a whole different beast lol. I hope he’s prepared

(ETA: and for the record, I have no interest in shipping discourse either, as always. and I think this scene can be interpreted as platonic, tbh, with the context being that Ochako was literally introduced as someone who was willing to help him so casually without a second thought, and now here she is saving him again.

I don’t think it really fully hit Deku until this moment how much he needed saving. like I said in another meta somewhere, selflessness is basically just selfishness on behalf of others. and Deku is selfless to a fault, but that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean he needs to change -- he just needs friends who are willing to be be selfish on his behalf in turn. and I think the full emotion of what it means to have friends like that just hit him at last. everything his friends have done for him, how much he needed it and didn’t even realize, and how grateful he is. anyways what a terrible day for rain.)

-- son of a --

is he apologizing?? or pleading?? please tell me that’s not the case, because what the actual fuck. Deku you beautiful precious radiant selfless child, this is the exact opposite of how this should be. all these motherfuckers should be on their knees apologizing to you

DEKU WHY

I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS FREAKING BOMBARDMENT OF EMOTIONS GODDAMIT. OUT HERE ARMED WITH YOUR FREAKING TREBUCHET OF FEELS TO LAUNCH AT ME UNPROVOKED. WHAT’S WITH THAT

FREAKING CHRIST. THIS BOY IS CRYING HIS EYES OUT AND HORIKOSHI IS JUST ZOOMING IN WITH THE CAMERA, LIKE CAN WE JUST CUT HIM A BREAK ALREADY. ENOUGH OF THIS. HE’S SO YOUNG AND HE TRIES SO HARD AND I JUST NEED HIM TO FEEL SAFE, HORIKOSHI PLEASE CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME THAT ALREADY WHAT IS THE FREAKING HOLD UP!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY!!!

GIGANTIC FOX LADY PLEASE BE MY HUGGER BY PROXY!! SERIOUSLY GIRL IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR UMBRELLA OVER HIM OR SOMETHING AND DON’T GO THE EXTRA MILE I’M ABOUT TO LODGE AN OFFICIAL COMPLAINT. THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

!!!!

A KOUTA IS GOOD TOO!!! oh my god if Kouta hugs him I will seriously 100% straight up cry. go on and test me

FOR THE LOVE OF --

is this man expressly forbidden from drawing hugs in his contract or something. DO YOU DO IT JUST TO SPITE ME?? this is tyranny, sir

AND I KNOW, THIS PAGE ACTUALLY CHALLENGED THE VERY PREMISE OF THE SERIES ITSELF, AND HERE I AM COMPLAINING ABOUT HUGS, OR THE LACK THEREOF. “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes.” and just like that, he waves a polite middle finger at all of the Strongest Greatest Chosen One shounen protags of old, in favor of something much less conventional, much more interesting, and much more suited to Deku’s character. because if that one sentence doesn’t just sum up Deku to a T. he gladly relinquishes his Greatest Hero status in favor of acknowledging the hero in everyone. what a class act. that’s my protagonist

I love this kid so fucking much I swear. only just PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GIVE HIM HIS HUG

#bnha 324 #uraraka ochako #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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