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ghostfacd · 5 months

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THIN LINE

based on this thought

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst, descriptions of killing, they’re like in love ig, ooc!snow (he’s still crazy LMAO), SPOILERS for the ballad of the songbirds & snakes, Snow and reader being disgustingly touchy 💀

summary: in which there is a thin line in between yours and coriolanus’ friendship and something more, leading to a sudden shift in your dynamic

“Coryo! I passed! Coryo!” You shriek in excitement as Casca Highbottom passes one of your papers back. It had taken quite your strength when you were given the task to make new proposals and implements for the new Hunger Games, crying to your best friend Coriolanus about how you’ll never get it done on time.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, looking over at your paper. There was a bright red A+ along with the sloppy cursive writing of Good Job Miss. L/N!

“Good job,” Coriolanus says, snaking his arms over to pull you back into his chest, placing a sloppy but soft kiss on your cheek. “Knew you had it in you.”

The scene makes Arachne Crane let out a moan of disgust, rolling her eyes as she turned to another corner.

“What’s wrong Arachne?” One of her friends asked, and she only points to the two of you, who were too engrossed in each other to notice.

“Snow and L/N, are we even surprised?” Livia let out a huff of irritation.

When Casca Highbottom announced that you all will be meeting in the largest room of the Academy, you thought it was to finally announce the winner of the Plinth prize. The only rightful ones were you and Coriolanus, anyway. And maybe Sejanus, the boy whom you’ve gotten soft for these past few days.

You and Coriolanus entered arm in arm, avoxes had wove through the crowd of students with trays of posca, a concoction of watery wine laced with herbs and honey.

Coriolanus quickly grabbed two goblets, handing one to you and then chugging it quickly down his throat. For a minute, it burned.

“Oh there you two are,” Arachne waves you over, her face gloomy. “Obviously, no amount of bribing would make Sejanus tell me who won the prize. Not like it matters, we all know I deserve it most.”

There was an eye roll from Felix Ravinstill. “Sure Arachne, and I’m the richest man on the planet.”

That earned him a scowl from the girl, who then turned her attention to Sejanus. “He can have as much money as he wants, but he’ll always be district, you know.”

A few of your classmates laugh, nodding in bitter agreement as they watched Sejanus conversing with one of the professors.

“Right.” Coriolanus mumbles, surprising you. He hadn’t ever agreed with Arachne before—calling her a psychopath even—so why was he now?

“Oh please,” the girl snaps back. “You and Y/N are friends with him.”

“We tolerate him,” Coriolanus says, his hand that was holding yours became tighter. “He’s district.”

When Sejanus comes, the murmur of your classmates grows silent, and from the looks of it, he could already tell they weren’t saying much good about him.

“It’s time to assign the tributes.” Is all he says, motioning to Dean Highbottom.

“As you all know, the Plinth prize and money would usually go to the student with the highest mark,” Highbottom begins, clearing his throat. “But this year, we’d like to do something different.”

You can tell Coriolanus has stiffened in his seat. Even though you want to hold his hand and caress it, you know you can’t, so you keep your desire inside.

“Whoever is the best mentor among all of you will be able to win the Plinth prize.”

“Oh that is not fair!” Livia complains. “What if I get some poor weak district girl and she dies 2 minutes in the games?”

“It’s not just about your tribute winning,” Highbottom says, “you will be assessed.”

You and Coriolanus sit through the announcement of which mentor gets which tribute. You had gotten Coral, a girl from District 4 while Coriolanus had gotten the girl from 12. Lucy Gray Baird, apparently.

“Hey, you okay?” You say as you two stepped out from the Academy. “Look at me Coryo.”

He looks up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed and his face upset.

“He hates me.” He says, referring to Dean Highbottom. “Always has, always will. Gave me the worst district of them all.”

“Hey,” you say, cradling his face as your eyes quickly scanned his. “Don’t say that. We saw Lucy Gray on stage, she can sing and she sure as hell can put on a charismatic personality for the crowd. You’ll be okay, Coryo.”

“I don’t know,”

This was the first time you saw Coriolanus so upset, so lost in his thought. Without a second thought, you pulled his head towards you, giving him a long kiss on his jawline.

“Sleepover tonight?” You ask as you pull away.

“Sure, I just have to tell Tigris first.”

That night, you and Coriolanus talk about your futures under your warm white covers, limbs tangling one another.

“Do you ever want kids, Coryo?” You ask, saying anything that came to your mind.

“Maybe.” He replies. “Only if I find a girl as worthy as you.”

His words make you smile, pulling him closer to your body. “As worthy as me?”

“Mhm. Or else I’d marry out of convenience. For profit. To ensure no one takes advantage of me.”

You shake your head, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I hope that never happens, Coryo.”

“I hope it never does either.”

You turn over to turn off your nightlight, snuggling yourself under the covers as Coriolanus throws an arm around your frame.

“Goodnight Coryo.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

- - -

After Coriolanus’ little involvement in the tribute cage, Highbottom, to say the least, was unimpressed. He claimed Coriolanus was breaking many of the Academy rules, including endangering an Academy student. However, he agreed to let the mentors visit their tributes and offer them water or food.

You were talking to Coral, handling her a glass bottle filled with water. If you couldn’t get her out of here, the least you could do is hydrate and feed her.

You turn to look at Arachne, who was busy swinging water in front of her tribute. Her tribute almost looked pitiful as the bottle always seemed to swing out of her reach.

Coriolanus was talking to Lucy Gray, a little too close for your liking, but you knew it was just to discuss strategies.

“You think you’re gonna make it in the arena?” You ask Coral, who only glared at you, taking small sips of water at a time.

“Hey.” Coriolanus suddenly comes up from behind you, once again wrapping his arms around your shoulders before bringing your face in for a long kiss on the cheek.

“Hi,” you giggle, continuing to hold on him as you turned your entire body to face him.

Coral let out a scowl of disgust, eyeing you and Coriolanus up and down.

“Coral, meet my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He’s Lucy Gray’s mentor.” You say, pointing at the girl who was currently talking to another tribute; Jessup, you think his name is.

Coral doesn’t respond, only continuing to snarl at the two of you.

“They’re like wild animals,” Coriolanus whispers in your ear.

“Hey pretty boy,” she finally speaks, smirking from ear to ear. “You were on the truck earlier.”

“I was,” he replied curtly.

“Maybe I can’t kill you—but I’ll definitely kill your tribute.”

Before you could hold Coriolanus back from jumping at Coral, you all hear a scream.

Arachne’s tribute had somehow managed to grab the bottle of water, smashing it against the metal cage and stabbing Arachne directly in the throat with it.

“Oh my god!” You scream, running over to the girl. Although you and Coriolanus disliked her, she was still your classmate, and someone who you spoke to on a regular basis.

“You two, off.” The peacekeepers say, grabbing ahold of you and Coriolanus; dragging you away from the scene.

- - -

The walk to Coriolanus’s home was quiet, aside from occasional twig snapping and leaves falling.

“I’m scared,” you finally say, staring up at Coriolanus. His icy blue eyes bore into yours before they softened.

“I know,” he says, cupping your head in his hands. “I know you’re scared, that should’ve never happened.”

“But it did,” you say, placing your hands into Coriolanus’s coat to keep them warm. “What if it happens to us next, Coryo?”

“Hey.” Coriolanus’s face is only a meter away from yours, lips almost touching. “I’ll never let that happen to you, do you understand? As long as I’m alive, no one will hurt you.”

You nod, a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Coriolanus wipes away your tears with his thumb, one of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly. “They’ll have to shoot me dead before anything can happen to you.”

And before you could let out another one of your worries, Coriolanus leans in, placing a much awaited kiss on your lips. He pulls away for air after a minute, forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever.”

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #hunger games x reader #the hunger games #hunger games

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oepionie · 1 year

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BELOVED BAT-WIFE. lilia vanrouge

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge x Fem! Reader, Platonic! Sebek x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Lilia's wife makes an impromptu visit at NRC. Sebek is dragged into this mess and has to help her sneak into the campus.

A/N:: This is the first fic I've written in years!

Tags: Fluff, Established relationship, Maybe a bit OOC?, Reader is not Yuu and is said to be a mage

Word Count: 800+|💌Masterlist | Batwife masterlist

"Lady Vanrouge! When you told me you planned to visit, this wasn't what I had in mind!" Sebek hissed, staring at you through the gate's frame. He responded to your SMS asking him to meet you at the school gates as soon as possible. Despite the fact that it was two in the morning, he ran to your position right away. How he arrived in under 10 minutes is remarkable.

"I did say it was a last-minute decision." Shaking your head, you pulled the hood to your robe up and slipped on a pair of leather gloves. Indeed, you did send Sebek a letter to inform him of your plans beforehand. Leaving out the fact that you planned to sneak in like some petty thief.

"Now hold this gate steady for me, ok?"

Sebek's eyes practically sprang out of his head when you started climbing the tall gate. He yelled at you to be careful as he grasped the gate with both hands, firmly grasping the metal bars. You easily climbed to the top and laughed as you tossed yourself to the opposite side. Shrieking, Sebek ran to catch you, nearly toppling over from the force.

"Nice catch, my boy!" You grinned, patting his shoulder and setting yourself down. Sebek heaved, kneeling over and pressing a palm over his chest to calm his racing heart from the stunt you just pulled.

"You-Lady Vanrouge-!" Sebek started. "You're a mage! Why would you do that!"

"Teleporting or flying would definitely be easier…but that's boring~" You drawled, a cheeky grin on your face.

"Now, which way is that mirror again? It's been ages since I last set foot on this campus-literally!"

You linked both your arms together and began to pull the boy towards the academy, ignoring any and all of his complaints.

"I really think we shouldn't be doing this." Sebek muttered, begrudgingly pushing the doors to the mirror chamber open. You both slid inside, the door behind you closing with a snap.

It was already late at night, and the moon shone through the windows, its light reflecting off the mirrors. You took a step closer to Diasomnia's portal, tracing the engravings on its frame.

Had they changed parts of it? You noticed certain details that were not previously present.

"Well, too late to back off now. You're making me start to think you don't actually want me here." You pouted, shifting your gaze to Sebek's rigid body beside the doorway. He jumped and dashed over, his cheeks flushed pink.

"Of course I do, Lady Vanrouge! Your presence is always appreciated! I only wish you had chosen safer means to visit!" He yelled, his booming voice practically rattling the walls. Chuckling, you ran your fingers through his hair before patting his head.

"I jest. Now, let's not keep them waiting. Shall we?" You clasped Sebek's hand with your own and stepped into the mirror.

A blur of colours hit you for a moment before you found yourself whisked away to the dark brooding castle Diasomnia calls a dorm. Standing atop the cobblestone steps, you took a deep breath. The air was thick with smothering moisture, like a fog.

The dim light of a window in the distance drew your attention. Among the many windows in the castle, it was the only chamber that was lit up.

"O-Oh? Is someone still up at this late hour?" You wondered, still light-headed from the teleportation. Sebek placed a hand on your back to stabilise your wobbly form. "Ah yes. That's probably Master Lillia, he tends to hold gaming sessions at this hour."

"Is that so?" You huffed, brows furrowing as you glared at the window. "...That damn bat."

Of course, this wasn't news to you. Silver frequently wrote to you about his father's long gaming sessions, which sometimes lasted days or even weeks. Just as you were about to march up to the castle, an arm wrapped around your chest, pulling you back.

"No need to look so mad, dear." A deep voice lulled.

Behind you two, Lillia appeared with an impish smile on his face. Sebek flinched before greeting Lilia vigorously while maintaining a stiff posture of attention.

"Good evening, Sebek! Would you go and get Silver and Malleus for me? This is going to be a lovely reunion." Lillia spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. He was perched upon a nearby tree, hanging off one of the branches.

"Yes Sir!" With that, Sebek was off, dashing towards the castle.

With a frown etched onto your face, you turned your gaze back to the fae who was still upside down. Lillia hummed, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. "Hello there, beastie."

"Still pulling the same old trick, I see." You grumbled, grabbing his arm to pull him down. Lillia smushed his cheek against your shoulder, peering up at you through his lashes.

"It's a classic of mine, isn't it?"

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated and really motivating on my end!

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #diasomnia #silver vanrouge

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callsign-fox · 3 months

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Wingman - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Been sitting in the drafts/Lightly edited

Written with @fanficgirl429 <3

18+ Only // Enjoy xo

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When you sign on to be a pilot for the Navy as a female, you know you’ll have to put up with egotistical men on a daily basis, however, it’s not until you have to work with them that you realize how incredibly self centered they actually are.

The canopy to my jet raised and I quickly climbed down the ladder. My wingman, Rooster, landed right behind me and he was currently maneuvering his jet into the assigned spot beside mine. Rooster was not my first choice for a wingman, he wasn’t my second or third either. It was near impossible to work with him and I was sure our superiors were getting ready to ship one of us off to Guam just to separate us from one another. Fortunately for them, we were two of the best the Navy had to offer and so for that reason alone, we were stuck together.

I glanced up from my current conversation with my flight crew just as Rooster walked by, his head down and stupid aviator sunglasses shielding his eyes. I rolled my eyes as he continued by not saying a word. Of course he wouldn't say anything, he was the reason we failed the exercise.

“That was a disaster,” I mumbled to myself.

I turned behind me just as my friend Phoenix walked by. “What was going on up there?” she asked, watching

Bradley as he disappeared into the locker room.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Bradley and report it back to me?”

Phoenix shook her head. “No thanks. I’m slightly terrified of him when he’s angry.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, he’s an asshole.”

Phoenix glanced back at the locker room before looking over at me. She lowered her voice as she said, “I have to tell you something about Bradley and it’s probably going to make you mad.”

“Well if it has to do with Bradley, of course it’s going to make me mad.”

Phoenix sighed and began, “Well, I was at the Hard Deck the other night and ran into Anders. Apparently there is a rumor going around about you back in the Academy.”

My eyes narrowed in on her and I clenched my fist, “About what?”

“Now don't shoot the messenger, you can be scary sometimes too.”

“Phoenix!” I yelled, losing my patience.

“Apparently Bradley started a rumor that the only reason you got into Top Gun was because you…” Phoenix trailed off.

My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks grow hot. “Because I what?”

“Because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.”

“What?” I shrieked and quickly began to walk towards the locker room.

When I reached the door to the men's locker room, I pulled it open and immediately locked eyes with Hangman. A towel hung off his hips, showing off his incredible abs. I tore my eyes away, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

“Where is he?” I asked.

Without hesitating, Hangman pointed towards the back, where I assumed the showers were. There was only one shower being used and I walked over and pushed the white curtain aside.

“Hey!” a very familiar voice shouted. “What the fuck?”

I took a step back, not wanting to get wet. Bradley reached out and grabbed his white towel from the hook and wrapped it around his waist. I couldn’t help but notice how well built he was. His six pack abs were on full display and I hated how much I wanted to run my fingers along them.

“What do you want Y/N?”

My eyes snapped away from his body and I stared into his brown eyes. “I heard a rumor about me. One that you might happen to know about.”

Bradley narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yea, I might happen to know what you’re referring to.”

“Are you insane? What did I do to you besides tolerate you every damn day for the last four years!”

Bradley shrugged. “I’ve been a delight! You have done nothing but drive me insane.”

“You didn't know, the only reason I’m here is to drive you crazy!”

Bradley laughed. “Nope. The only reason you’re here is because you gave Admiral Rhodes a blow job.”

My jaw dropped and I couldn't help but growl at him. “That never happened! I hate you so much.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the feeling is mutual.”

I took a step forward and shoved him hard causing him to stumble back into the shower, but before I could react his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the hot stream of water. To my amusement my hands were pressed against his chest, and before I could register what I was doing my nails ran down his toned abs to the top of his towel. The moment was over when I pulled my hands away and brushed them through my now wet hair.

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are when you’re mad at me?” he said, his voice low.

His words caught me off guard. “Wait, what?”

The hot water was still running over my body and I was becoming increasingly aware of just how see through my white t-shirt was when I noticed Bradley’s eyes looking down at my chest.

“I know I shouldn't be this turned on right now, but I am.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed a piece of wet hair behind my ear. “You’re such a prick.”

Bradley ran his tongue along his lower lip and smiled. A moment later his lips came crashing into mine. The urge to push him off of me came and went as my hands snaked around his neck and I began twirling my fingers through his hair.

His lips moved quickly as he placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. My body was pressed against his and I could feel his erection against my stomach. My core slightly throbbed, begging to be touched by him.

Bradley’s fingers toyed with the bottom of my wet t-shirt before he slipped them under and pulled the shirt over my head, barely breaking the kiss. My shirt dropped to the floor and I quickly pushed it away with my foot. By now the rest of the guys would have left, but I pulled the shower curtain shut just in case.

His lips brushed softly against my neck before pressing against my ear and whispered, “Does that mean you want me to keep going?”

My fingers toyed with the top of Bradley’s towel as I gave him a slight nod. His hands gripped my waist and he swiftly spun us around so that my back was pressed against the wall. Bradley hurriedly unbuttoned my wet jean shorts and pushed them down my waist before dropping them to the floor. He quickly turned off the water as it began to get cold, but not before our lips were once again intertwined. In the mess of clothes coming off, I hadn’t even noticed his towel dropped to the floor, proving to me that the rumors about how endowed Bradley Bradshaw was, were indeed true.

“Well, well. I guess I won’t ever be able to spread anymore rumors about how small Rooster is.”

He pulled back, slightly offended. “Wait, what have you been telling people?”

I let out a small laugh. “What’s done is done, YOU told people I gave an admiral a blow job.”

“And if you’re any good at it, I'll be sure to pass that on and your spot in Top Gun will have been well deserved.”

I gave him a small smack on his arm before reaching over and placing my hand against his chest. My eyes locked with his as I slowly began to run my fingers down his chest and towards his stomach. My polished nails left faint red lines on his skin and Bradley looked all too amused as he watched me drop down to my knees.

Bradley sucked in his breath as my hand wrapped around him. I slowly moved my hand along his length, which by Bradley’s reaction of pressing his hand to the wall to steady himself, was a good move. I gently grazed my tongue over his tip and his free hand instinctively moved to my long brown hair, giving it a slight tug. I smiled as his hips jerked forward, pushing his length further into my mouth. I didn’t miss a beat as I continued with my lips wrapped around him, causing him to let out a deep moan and pull tighter on my hair.

“Y/N,” Bradley breathed, “you need to stop…now.”

I let out a small chuckle before standing up and Bradley immediately pulled me against him. He placed his lips against mine, kissing me quickly. One hand wrapped around my waist, while the other moved up my stomach and towards my chest. His fingers played with my nipple, causing it to stand erect. With each touch, my core throbbed from being ignored by him. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the tension but Bradley noticed. His hand moved from my chest, along my stomach, and towards my core.

His calloused fingers ran along my center, coming to a stop at my sensitive spot. Two fingers rubbed against it and I let out a moan. Bradley’s lips continued to move against mine and he slipped two fingers inside me. He moved them against me and I could feel my high quickly approaching with each movement.

“I’m close,” I told him.

His fingers continued to move and it didn’t take long before my walls were clenching around him. My legs became weak and Bradley placed his hands on my hips, helping me steady myself. It had been a while since I had an orgasm that intense.

Once I was able to stand on my own, I reached down and placed my hand on his erection. He took a step closer to me.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked.

“If you ask me one more time, I’m going to walk out of here,” I told him.

“You’re making it really hard to hate you right now,” Bradley said, while placing a hand on the back of my thigh.

My leg wrapped around his waist, and without hesitation Bradley pushed his length inside of me, my walls stretching around him. A gasp escaped my lips and Bradley smiled.

“You’re so tight.”

He gave me a moment to get used to the size before he began to move his hips against mine.

Each thrust pushed me closer to my second climax of the day. I let out a loud gasp as his length hit the perfect spot.

Bradley smirked as I continued to melt against his touch.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

He reached down and pressed two fingers against my sensitive spot, rubbing it casually.

Within moments my walls clenched around him and my legs became weak. The humidity from the shower made our bodies sticky and sweaty, which only helped my arousal. Bradley continued thrusting and seconds later he released inside of me, a moan escaping his lips.

The two of us stood there for a moment, catching our breaths. Bradley stared at me and I smiled shyly, fully realizing that we were both completely naked. I reached for the towel he had hung on the side of the shower and wrapped it around my waist.

“That was mine.”

I stepped out of the shower, reaching down and picking up my soaked t-shirt and shorts that had lazily been pushed aside. “These are the only clothes I have with me. How am I supposed to get home?”

He walked over to his duffle bag that was sitting on the bathroom bench and pulled out a gray t-shirt. “Here you go. I can get it back from you tomorrow, after training.”

“That would imply I am inviting you over to get it, and I haven’t.”

“Oh,” Bradley said with a wink. “You will invite me over.” And once again there was that attitude I knew and hated.

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pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh · 5 months

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The Black Guy Law

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒!𝑜𝑐 (𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑑𝑎𝑑)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐸𝑙𝑖 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛)

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑/𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑐. 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒...

The time was around 3 in the afternoon, an hour of anticipation for teachers, parents -whichever ones bothered to show up to pick up their children anyways and didn't send their chauffers instead- and students alike, all waiting expectantly for that almost euphoric ring of the bell.

Outside the Gotham Academy's grounds, somewhere amongst the awaiting crowd of adults, there was Eli Wayne, smoothily leaning against a wall, absentmindedly conversing with some of the other parents, occasionally taking short drags from the lit cigarette resting between his fingers.

Eli was usually the one that went to pick up his kids from school. With Bruce being busy with his business work and Alfred busying himself around the house, he had offered to take over miscellaneous tasks. The man was a stay at home dad of shorts, not feeling the need to work, his husband's fortune being more than enough to provide for their family.

Soon enough the familiar ringing sounded through the halls and the outside areas of the school and was followed by shuffling and a mixture of a plethora of young children's shouts and laughter as they rushed to their respective caretakers.

"BABA!"

"BA!"

Eli heard a couple childish shrieks through the crowd, coming from behind him, a fond grin subconscious overtaking his features. The man put out his cigarette, before turning at the direction of the frantic light footsteps and kneeled down, arms wide open.

Soon enough, the small bodies of his 8 and 6 year-old sons, Dick and Jason, collided with his chest, small arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace.

"Hey, boys. How was your day at school?"

After letting them say their goodbyes to their friends, Eli took his sons' hands, starting their usual walk back home. His youngest was bouncing around blubbering endlessly about his day, while Dick was excitedly butting in to talk about his experience as well, skipping on his steps like his brother. Eli was humming along, enjoying his time with his sons.

So far everything seemed like any other day. That was until Eli caught something seemingly incospicuous out of his peripherals. A police car pulled up behind them, as they walked in the sidewalk.

Dick noticed the sudden change on his father's posture and stared up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong, baba?" the 8-year old asked, only receiving a slightly tighter grip from his father in response.

"Hey!" a voice boomed from behind the three, gaining their attention. Eli glanced over his shoulder at the men getting out of the vehicle, but decided to pay them no mind, unconsciously gripping his childrens' hands a bit tighter, feeling uneasy.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Eli softly tensed his shoulders, turning to face the two policemen rushing behind him obviously on edge. Eli frowned, glancing down at his children who looked back at him in confusion.

He knew what was coming. He knew exactly the situation that was unfolding before his own eyes, yet he dreaded it with his whole being.

Not in front of the kids.

Bruce and him had tried their best to keep their boys protected from the brutality of the world, of Gotham. Unfortunately, coming in contact with the reality was inevitable. They just wished it wasn't so early.

"Is there a problem, officers?" Eli tried to keep his calm, glancing between the two men opposite of him, as the kids moved a tiny bit closer to him, sending the hostility of the policemen.

"Where'd you get these kids?"

The man almost flinched at the bluntness, immediately getting frustrated at the situation. Here we go, he thought.

"They're mine, sir." growled the father under his breath in distaste, before glaring sharply at them.

"Do you have any paperwork to prove it?" the second man grumbled in disbelief, obviously staring between him and his noticeably light-skinned sons.

Eli was fuming by that point. He almost wanted to laugh by the ridiculousness of the situation and most importantly at how unlucky he was to even encounter those morons. He decided against it, instead he responded with sarcasm.

"No, I don't happen to carry the legal paperwork of my sons' adoptions on me. Now if you excuse us we have to go home."

Eli went to turn around and leave, both Dick and Jason, scurrying along, now visibly upset by the atmosphere. However, not even taking a step they heard a frantic movement and a loud click sound, before a booming voice called after them.

"Don't you take another step, buddy!" Eli immediately froze, holding his breath in shock.

Jason, not knowing any better, turned to look at the two men, his eyes immediately filling with tears of fear, as he spotted the guns in their hands. Even at his age, the boy was fully aware of how dangerous they were, and fearing for his ba, he immediately hugged his father's leg.

"Let the kids go."

The father's heart was pounding in his chest. Not because of him being in gunpoint, but for his kids' wellbeing. He could feel the terror radiating from their small figures. That exact feeling was confirmed because as soon as Eli hesitantly let his grip on them loose, they both latched on each of his side tightly, as they tried to keep their cries quiet.

By that point, they were all downright terrified.

"Come here, boys." one of the men demanded, his gun still aimed at the back of their father. Seeing their hesitation only infuriated him more, as he barked louder at them. "Come over right now!"

Eli hung his head low, glancing at his children with a heavy heart and whispered at them, his voice breaking softly. "Go, boys. Baba's gonna be just fine."

Two pairs of teary eyes met his gaze.

"But, baba-" sobbed his eldest in protest, as Eli shook his head.

"Go."

Jason glanced at Dick, as their gazes met, and they both slowly let go of their father, immediately grabbing each other's hand in dread, as they dragged themselves to the scary men.

Once the kids were on their side, the two white men placed all their focus on the adult across them.

"Turn around slowly with your hands raised in the air."

Eli did so, now having a full view of the other four.

"Look, man, I'm sure you know Bruce Wayne. These are his kids-"

"Oh, so you kidnapped Mr. Wayne's sons, huh?"

"What?! No, I-"

"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of minors." declared the first man, quickly pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and approaching Eli

"Hey, hold on-" exclaimed Eli startled, hearing his sons' cries in the background.

Without anybody noticing, the second cop, who still had his gun pointed at the man just in case, had become a bit uneasy, seeing the children's reactions from up close, finding odd how the boys could react to the arrest of their captor in such manner.

"Ron, maybe we should-" tried the second cop, but was cut off by his elder, who slammed the other man on the hood of their car with force making him groan, feeling his nose start bleeding heavily by the contact, as his arms were firmly pulled behind his back.

"Get the kids in the car now." grunted Ron, as Eli struggled under him.

"Hey! Get your hands away from my kids!" hollered Eli, eyes flaring with outrage, as he pushed and kicked back at the officer behind him.

And, suddenly, it was as if time froze.

There was so much noise, all at once.

High-pitched shrieks and sobs, an electric buzz and a scream.

Yet all Eli could hear now was the ringing in his ears, as he felt his muscles spasm as an effect of the taser firmly pressed against his lower back. And, just as suddenly, all he could see was black as he collapsed on his attacker's grip.

The boys cried endlessly screaming for their father at the top of their lungs, being actively held back by the second cop. Soon more police cars arrived at the scene.

Rushing towards the five, two other men pulled the now unconscious man's body into another police vehicle, away from the children, who continued to forcefully struggle against the cop's hold, were softly placed into the first police car, being taken to the GCPD.

Bruce Wayne was on his office at the manor, swallowed in his work, blissfully unaware of his beloved husband's and children's state. He was reading one of the legal documents he had recently been given for approval, when he received a phone call -not on his business phone- but on his personal one.

Bruce checked the room's clock. They were late. He knew because the kids hadn't burst into his office yet to greet him after arriving home, Eli following in tow, giving him a short peck before gathering the kids in his hands and leaving him continue his work. So, he assumed the caller would had been his husband calling to inform him of a reason why they were late.

And in a way he was right. He just couldn't have guessed what had happened.

Picking up his phone, he answered the phone without bothering to see the number.

"Hello?" answered Bruce, immediately noticing the intense amount of background noise from the other side of the call.

"Daddy?" Bruce froze, his heart coming to a halt, as he pulled his full attention to the phone call, hearing his youngest sniff and hiccup from obvious crying. He immediately panicked a million scenarios rushing into his head.

Why was his 8-year-old son on the phone with him crying? Where was-?

"Dick, son, what happened? Are you and Jay okay?" Bruce rambled at the phone, sitting up on his desk chair, as he received a tiny muffled hum in response. "Where's baba?"

"The big bad men took him!" he heard his Jason shriek, which caused him to immediately stand up and rush to leave the Manor.

"Who took baba boys?"

"The police, daddy." Bruce almost tripped over as his whole body froze eyes wide in realization of the severity of the situation. Something had happened and he was sure as hell his husband wasn't the one that provoked the police. "They brought us here and took baba away."

"How was baba when they took him away?"

That caught Alfred's attention who, with furrowed eyebrows poked his head from around the hallway he was dusting, concerned.

"Ba was screaming and then he fell asleep." Jay announced innocently yet with a noticeable discomfort in his voice.

Jason didn't quite grasp the reality of this situation, he was merely 6 years old after all, yet he knew the bad men did something bat at Eli that made him cry and fall asleep and then took him away. He knew they were bad, but he knew his dad would come save them like he always did.

Dick was quite aware that his baba was getting hurt for something he didn't do. They didn't believe him when he told them they were his sons and punished him under an assumption. It was scary because it didn't seem fair. And now Dick didn't let go of his brother's hand in fear of them taking Jason too.

"Boys, I'm coming to take you and baba home. Don't talk to any of those people until I get there, you hear me?" Bruce rushed out to a car, spotting Alfred following behind him.

"Okay, daddy." he heard from the other line, before they hung up the phone and Bruce stepped on the gas.

By the time they arrived at the station, both adults were fuming, dragging themselves through the doors enraged.

"Mister Wayne, he-" squeaked the receptionist startled, as the man passed right by her not paying any attention to her, Alfred staying behind to ask for the men who had made the arrest.

As he walked into the main area of the establishment, he spotted his sons sitting by a policeman's office silently. They both spotted him in a matter of seconds and rushed into his embrace as he picked them both up in ease, holding each other tightly as they cried.

"Are you both okay?" Bruce mumbled under his breath, still holding onto them protectively as he scanned them for any possible collateral injuries, breathing in relief as he found none.

The man stood up noticing Alfred approaching them with a few officers by his side, the kids immediately hugging him as well, as he softly took both their backpacks that were still place on their backs. Bruce felt his rage coming undone, as he was faced with the men that were obviously responsible for this travesty.

"Are you responsible for all this?" he heaved dangerously, as the first policeman, Ron, grinned proudly -yet oh so obliviously- at his accomplishment of rescuing the kids of one of the most powerful men in the country.

"Yes, sir. I'm glad I could do my job and bring your sons back to you safe and unharmed."

Something in Bruce snapped. The smugness, the audacity.

"Get me your superior now!" Bruce shouted, causing the whole room to freeze, chills running down every present person's back.

In just a few moments, a uniformed man around his age came out of his office and approached the situation.

"Mister Wayne. I was informed of your children's kidnapping and I-"

"They were not kidnapped!" Bruce exclaimed with a crazed look in his eyes. "That's my husband for f*ck's sake!"

"Husband?" gasped the second cop, starting to feel cold sweat running over his face, a wide-eyed expression matching his partner's.

"Now wait a sec-" tried Ron, being cut by the booming voice of Bruce.

"Don't you tell me anything and get him out right now!"

The police chief nodded disheaveldy at some of his men to grab the man they previously thought -or better off assumed- to be a criminal.

Minutes later, while Bruce was calling his lawyers, Eli was practically dragged out of his cell, him barely able to walk by his muscles being strained by the electrocution. His face was covered in sweat, tears and a trail of unwiped blood coming from his nostrils, indicating just how poorly he had been treated there.

The boys burst into tears once again as they ran to their other father, slamming into him as he took staggered towards them, exhausted yet beyond relieved to be reunited with his untouched sons.

"Oh, thank god." the man cried in desperation, hugging his sons as tight as possible, close to his chest, breathing heavily.

"Mister Wayne we are so-" hurried the superior, looking startled at the misunderstanding.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves." Alfred cut in, a deep frown itched on his face, frustration evident in his eyes.

"You'll be speaking with my lawyers." grumbled Bruce as they all stormed off the department, Eli with the help of Alfred, piling into the car, the older man driving while the rest sat in the spacious back seat embracing each other in relief. This was supposed to be another normal calm day. But then again when did things go their way.

Bruce and Eli were now layed on their bed sleeping away the pain and exhaustion, their sons huddled between them cozily. They would soon have to have a talk with their boys, give answers to their innocent questions such as 'why did they think ba stole us?' but for now they all stayed cuddled, finally at peace.

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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hi! i absolutely loved yer “while you were gone” fic, and was wondering if i could request how, ace, duce, ruggie, azul, vil, idia and malleus would react to the reader getting kidnapped by rsa students (the students thought the reader needed “saving” from nrc) thanks!

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𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

characters : ace, deuce, ruggie, azul, vil, idia, malleus

author’s note : those rsa students better start saying their prayers, because none of these boys take harm to their s/o lightly!

“i’m serious you guys, you’re all mistaken! i don’t need ‘saving’ from nrc.” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“no, my dear— you’re mistaken. this school is no place for someone as wonderful and kindhearted as you, this is a villain’s school!” one of the princes exclaimed, grasping your hands in his. “royal sword academy is where you belong!”

grim was ready to sink his claws into these guys.

“can’t you guys get it in your heads? my henchman doesn’t wanna go with you guys, they like it here! now, could you scram so we could get some sleep? it’s nearly midnight, y’know!” he whines.

the group shared a look between each other before nodding.

“this is bad, we really better get you out of here before nrc taints your mind any further!” what?

a shriek rips from your throat as one of the boys hoist you up and starts running. “no worries, prefect! we’ll save you from this terrible place!”

“grim! don’t just stand there, do something!!”

the group was able to dodge all of grim’s fiery attacks— these rsa guys are better trained than he thought! panting, he gave up on attacking and flew his way over to someone he knew would be able to do something! and that person was….

ace trappola

“oh, they are goin’ down.”

charges into rsa, no fucks given— beats his way past all the security guards and not bothering to tell them the story. the second he finds you, he’s asking where the guys who took you were— he is not leaving without a fight, even if you beg with him not to cause a scene and say the two of you should just head back already. ace wants to give those guys a piece of his mind, they’re not getting off scot free after the little stunt they pulled!

deuce spade

“i won’t let them get away with this!”

delinquent deuce mode : on

just like ace, he’s rushing over and doesn’t stop when security guards tell him to halt. he’s only got one thought in that mind of his, and it’s to get you back. it’s only after he finds you, gets a couple of punches in on your captors that he goes and apologizes to the guards and tells them the situation. thankfully they were understanding and went to go and give further punishment to the group of boys.

ruggie bucchi

“….you’ve gotta be shitting me.”

these rsa guys are just getting themselves more reasons for him to dislike them.. not only are they filthy rich and super pampered, but they go and pull something like this?

ruggie’s able to sneak in and find you real quick. he’s one of the few out of the bunch who doesn’t go and pummel your captors. he tells you to go and find their headmaster to report what they did— but him? he’s gonna mess up their rooms a bit. vandalizing, snatching items, the list goes on. he knows what he’s doin’ is bad too, but hey, he’s gotta get some kinda revenge, right? an eye for an eye! (plus some of these things look like they cost a pretty penny.)

azul ashengrotto

“oho..? thank you for telling me, i’ll take care of it from here.”

pushes up glowing glasses

you just know he’s walking up there with contracts in hand. they have absolutely nothing beneficial to the rsa boys, but then again, none of azul’s contracts have any actual benefit for the client. at least not for long. no matter, he’s a smooth talker and will use his con artist skills to not just rescue you, but to get a little revenge for you too.

vil schoenheit

“absolutely unacceptable.”

though he promised himself he would keep his temper in check and just report the student’s crime to their headmaster, he couldn’t resist giving those rsa students a beating for what they did.. and we all know how strong of a magician vil is. it was quite a shock for the students! after all, they’ve only ever heard neige’s description of him, which didn’t portray him as the scarily strong type at all. well, now they know! ..and they won’t ever want to try something like this again.

idia shroud

“and here i thought they supposed to be good guys,” idia groans. “ortho, track the prefect’s location through their phone and get them outta there.”

you’re sitting in the hall when ortho crashes through one of the walls of the school. who needs to enter through doors, right? you’re brought back to nrc swiftly, safe and sound. and the rsa students are just fucking flabbergasted because a robo child broke in by destroying a wall and took you away???

don’t think that’s the end of it through, idia’s not letting them off the hook just like that. he’s already drafting posts exposing the crime and is going to put these guys on blast.

malleus draconia

“hah! how very, very bold of them to do such a thing.”

rest in piece rsa 🙏

if they knew malleus was your s/o, they wouldn’t dare to even think about doing this. good thing malleus decides to makes it known to everyone in rsa that he’s your s/o with a greenish, cloudy sky and cold wind blowing around their campus. he might let them off easy this time, but if they’re foolish enough to try it again, he won’t be as merciful.

#i wrote this to take place late at night so i imagine them just rescuing you in robes and bunny slippers lmaoo #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #ace x reader #deuce x reader #ruggie x reader #azul x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #gn reader

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 9 months

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Playing Pretend (Part 8)

Roy is a bit distracted during the wedding ceremony.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.3k words

Warnings: Language, Roy pining, pining, pining

Series Masterlist

Roy had been hoping to see you just once more before the ceremony. Partly to give you reassurance that he’d be right there, eyes on you, but, more selfishly, he wanted a glimpse of you in your bridesmaid dress so he wouldn’t gawk at you as you walked down the aisle.

Unfortunately, your sister kept you busy, so there was no chance for that. Instead, he was only able to send you a quick text as he found his seat a couple rows behind your parents, reminding you that he’d be your anchor when you needed one and jokingly wishing you luck walking in a straight line after the night before.

His heart skipped a beat when you sent him a simple Thanks Roy. You’re the very best ❤️

He felt like a fucking teenager, the way he got so excited over a fucking heart emoji. But he couldn’t help it; it was you. Everything you did made him feel like a stupid, lovesick boy: the way you smiled at him, those moments when you were physically affectionate, your ability to make him laugh with stupid memes sent in the middle of the day just because it made you think of him, the fact that you always remembered little details like his metal allergy.

Roy wondered what it was like for you watching him date. He knew what it was like for him to watch you. He fucking hated it. For those three years you were with Jim, Roy felt so fucking tortured. Watching you smile at Jim, embrace Jim, kiss Jim, listening to you gush about Jim, confide in Roy and his sister that you were going to marry Jim. It had all been too much. For a brief while, Roy had considered taking a break from your friendship to force himself to get over you; he had lasted all of two days before sending you a text about the book he was reading because he knew you’d like it too.

As the garden filled with poshly dressed people, Roy thought back on those rare occasions he’d brought women around you. You were always quieter in those instances, not hugging Roy as tight, not engaging his date in any sort of conversation if you could help it. It wasn’t as if you were anti-social; whenever he brought around Jamie or another teammate, you were bubbly and friendly, leaving them with a lovely impression and questioning Roy about why he hadn’t asked you out. It was only his dates you were icy to. When one woman asked him about your coldness, Roy had shrugged it off, assuming you weren’t feeling well; that particular date had rolled her eyes and called Roy thick.

He knew. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew, because he’d seen it the night before when Jim’s cousin simply glanced at him. You were jealous. Jealous of the models and the influencers and the actresses. Even a little jealous of Keeley Jones, even though you’d met her on multiple occasions and liked her. Ever since you were thirteen and heard Roy talk about his first girlfriend, you were painfully, white-hot, devastatingly jealous of every single girl and woman who had Roy Kent’s attention.

No, Roy scolded himself, ignoring the sound of music starting. You couldn’t be jealous. Because being jealous meant…

Fuck.

The model whose name he’d forgotten now was right. He really was thick. When he was at the youth academy, you used to call and write him all the time, even more than his own family did. You always had a smile for him, always a hug that lasted just a moment too long, always found an excuse to pass him and press yourself close to him. At matches, it was your voice he could hear over the roar of the crowd, shrieking his name with excitement and pride. After he’d truly busted his knee, you were at his door with a bottle of whiskey and not a word of pity, knowing he’d be getting that from the rest of the world. Every glance across the room, every text sent for no reason other than to say hello, every movie night with your leg pressed against his, every moment of teasing from your family this weekend, all of it added up to one stupidly obvious truth:

You were probably just as in love with him as he was with you.

Roy didn’t get much time to sit with this newfound revelation before the procession began. He hadn’t even noticed Jim take his place beside the minister, nor did he care to look in that direction. Instead, his eyes anxiously awaited the sight of you.

He exchanged knowing glances with Paul as he and Jen marched down the aisle; it was as if your brother-in-law could see the clarity Roy finally felt. Then came that bridesmaid that couldn’t keep her eyes off Roy, but he didn’t pay her any mind. Not when he finally saw you coming down the aisle.

You were gorgeous. Of course you were. You were always gorgeous. Your gaze immediately found Roy and your smile widened. For someone about to watch her sister marry her ex, you looked relaxed, glowing even. And somehow, Roy knew it was because of him.

As everyone stood for Lauren’s entrance, Roy couldn’t resist glancing back at you. As he had hoped, you were already looking right at him.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, much to everyone’s relief. There was no telling what your sister would do if something had been amiss. Roy began to follow the crowd towards the reception, wondering if he could manage to find some secluded corner to have a drink while he waited for you to come back from taking bridal party photos; he was rarely interested in schmoozing and talking about his work with strangers, even more so now that he was reflecting on his painfully obvious realization.

“Roy.”

He didn’t even have to turn to know it was your hand on his arm.

You smiled up at him, radiant, almost goddess-like in your bridesmaid dress and flower crown. He had to admit, despite Lauren’s Lauren-ness, he definitely liked her choice in bridesmaid outfits.

“I was just heading to the reception,” he explained. “Figured you had pictures and shit.”

You nodded, wringing your hands. “Yeah. I just… wanted to say thank you.” You took a step closer to him. “For being there today. Lauren wasn’t too happy that she saw you making that face at me but…” You shrugged with a shy chuckle. “It helped.” Without another word, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re amazing,” you whispered before letting go. Your hands lingered on his arms as you looked up at him.

His hands froze on your waist as he looked down at you, every instinct in his head begging him to say something.

But not yet. Not now. Not right before you were supposed to be taking photos with your family. Because what if he was totally and completely wrong? The awkwardness on your face would be documented for all eternity.

Even worse, what if he was right? He’d finally admit his feelings, you’d admit yours, and then he’d have to let you go be all smiles next to fucking Jim. Fuck no. Once Roy told you how he felt, he didn’t want to spend even one second away from you.

“Roy?”

Your timid voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Go smile pretty for the camera,” he teased, kissing your forehead. “Just do your fucking best not to outshine the bride. Although-” His eyes trailed up and down your figure before returning to your face. “-that might be fucking impossible.”

The blush that appeared on your face made him feel almost proud. “I’ll do my best,” you laughed, giving his biceps a squeeze. “Photos shouldn’t take too long, so I should be back soon.”

“I’ll have a strong drink waiting for you,” Roy promised.

“And a dance?” You raised your eyebrows, knowing Roy was never much for dancing.

Roy shrugged and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “As many dances as you fucking want.”

#roy kent playing pretend #he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic

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In which Esme sneaks into NRC grounds to gift (Y/n) a flower bouquet.

Such a simple thing proves to be nearly impossible because the prefect's friends are determined to stop him at any cost.

Requested by @maruichio.

"(Y/n), oh (Y/n)! The sunshine of my life, will you humbly accept this bouquet of roses?"

A goofy smile graced Esme's lips, and there was a certain joyous swing to his walk. Yet, his left hand held onto the bouquet of roses with such care that he almost felt paranoid about carrying it around. He should have been feeling paranoid — he was walking on Night Raven College grounds right now!

From his previous visits, he knew that the students here weren't the most welcoming kind — especially after what happened at the VDC. However, that didn't deter him from risking everything to bring you a bouquet of flowers.

"Is this too much, Djali?" he asked and turned to the goat trotting beside him. "I mean, walking all this way just to give (Y/n) some flowers?"

The goat let out an affirmative bleat.

Esme let out a little huff while gently cradling the bouquet close to his chest. "Fine, I'll tone it down a little bit. Perhaps I should drop the speech. Even Neige said that I'm being kind of corny," he grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes.

It was then that he reached a courtyard that he had to pass through. After making sure the coast was clear, he carefully set a foot out into the open — only to be swarmed by a group of students out of nowhere. It seemed like they had been trailing him for his entire stay, only having waited for a good place to ambush him.

Esme slowly raised his hands into the air, a sheepish yet charming grin on his lips. The ambushers made no attempt to detain him, leaving a safe distance to him. Esme's gaze trailed across their faces in curiosity — and, to his surprise, he recognised all of them! Some from the VDC, others purely from being your friends.

"Fiend of Night Raven College!" Epel shrieked at the top of his lungs. He already had his fists raised apprehensively, and if it weren't for Rook holding him back, he would have jumped onto Esme like a tiny yet feral beast already.

"What is a Royal Sword Academy student doing here on campus?" Ace asked and furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. "Are you trying to infiltrate us? See how to upstage us next?"

"Guys, calm down. Che'nya is also from RSA, isn't he? Not all their students are bad..." Deuce trailed off sheepishly, for which everyone shot him an annoyed glare. He, however, stood strong and remained as the only physical barricade between Esme and the other students.

Grim had his paws on his hips, and his tail swished around behind him angrily. "This one is especially bad, though..." he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the brunet accusingly. "He's trying to woo (Y/n)."

A round of infuriated gasps went through the group of NRC students, followed by another round of furious whispers and hisses.

Jack merely let out a frustrated sigh upon realising how worked up his friends had become. "You think that he's trying to take the prefect away from us? I doubt it." However, his fellow schoolmates ignored him and continued fuelling each other's anger.

At the sight of the very restless student crowd by now, Esme grew restless and fidgety. His fingers drummed against the base of the bouquet in an attempt to calm his nerves — but when the shouting became too loud, he saw himself forced to intervene. "All of this is merely a misunderstanding, my friends. I wish you no harm..." he chimed, his green eyes sparkling innocently. "Now, if you would be so kind and let me pass..." Sadly, his attempt of escaping was hindered by someone grabbing his hand that held the flowers.

A startled look to his left revealed Rook, who wore an ecstatic expression on his face. After having inhaled the lovely scent of the fresh flowers, the blond removed his grasp and took several steps backwards. "Oh, what a magnificent arrangement of flowers!" Rook exclaimed giddily, all the while gesturing to the bouquet. "Roses of all sorts of colours, how lovely. Red roses symbolise love and admiration, purple ones symbolise infatuation and passion... What beautiful messages you try to convey, mon ami."

His monologue seemed to have worsened the mood.

"Flowers?" Grim shrieked at the top of his lungs. "So he's serious about the whole seducing my henchhuman thing!"

"Right?" Ace grumbles under his breath. "He's trying to take the prefect away from us, for real!"

The entire crowd's yelling died down, however, when an ominous presence waded through the middle. It was none other than Leona, whose ears were laid flat onto his head in fury. He let his sharp eyes wander across the crowd, trying to find the one responsible for it. "Oi, what's this whole ruckus about?" the lion beastman hissed at the crowd. "You better have a good reason to wake me up so rudely from my nap..."

Behind him, an excited Ruggie was busy rubbing his hands together in delight. "Oh, this ought to be good... Man, I should have brought some popcorn!"

The brief distraction was Esme's only chance to bolt, and he knew that. Without hesitating, he clutched the bouquet close to his chest and dared a few careful steps backwards. Then, when he noticed that the others were still distracted, he broke out into a full-blown sprint.

"Djali, it's time to run!" he yelled at his goat.

The goat promptly scrambled off after him, following him down the corridor through which he had decided to flee.

"Get him!" the angry crowd roared and pushed past Leona to apprehend the intruder.

Esme had always been swift on his feet, as quick as lightning and as nimble as a monkey. Years of living alone on the streets had taught him one or two valuable lessons. He cut corners expertly and jumped over all sorts of obstacles without breaking a sweat. However, the frail bouquet in his hands was what worried him the most... But he hadn't walked all this way, just to hand you nothing! Throwing away the flowers was no option, even if they slowed him down significantly.

As Esme darted past a vending machine, he accidentally bumped into Idia, who let out a whimper. A gasp of realisation escaped the Ignihyde dormleader's blue lips once he realised who the culprit had been. He watched after the escapee with large eyes. "Eek! I've never seen a Royal Sword Academy student in real life before!" Mere seconds later, the angry mob of students passed by him. A giddy smile decorated Idia's lips as he rushed back to his dorm. "Ortho won't believe me!"

The mob was closing in on Esme, and his head start was about to be obsolete. Just as all hope was lost, he spotted a door that led to the restrooms. Increasing his pace for the last few metres, he basically sprinted over to the door and threw himself inside — just in time. As he had his back pressed against the door from inside the restrooms, he could listen to the crowd rushing past him outside.

His breathing still heavy, he nonetheless felt the sweet feeling of relief rush over him.

"What do we have here?"

Esme's eyes snapped open in surprise, and he soon found a tall, blond student leaning against one of the basins. It took him an embarrassingly long time to recognise him. It was none other than Vil who stood in front of him, now suspiciously eyeing him from top to bottom.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I—" Esme stammered out.

"I recognise you from the VDC... and your blazer— you're with the Royal Sword Academy, aren't you?" Vil quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer. "What kind of business would you have here at Night Raven College?"

"It's a private matter, sir!" Esme was soon back to being himself, now shooting the blond a sly smile before stepping out of the restrooms. "I'll leave you be, now! Ta-ta!"

Once Esme had made it outside, he was immediately spotted by the angry mob. "There he is!" They stood by the other end of the corridor, far away from him by now.

When Vil had hurried out of the restrooms, he was faced with the angry mob rushing past him. There was no trace of Esme anymore. "I can't believe this..." Vil muttered under his breath, massaging his temples in frustration.

Esme, with newfound stamina, zoomed through corridors and courtyards again. The crowd, slowly but surely, was catching up to him again. Just as he had ran out of breath, a hand out of nowhere pulled him behind a pair of curtains. Though his vision was still blurry from the sudden gesture, Esme soon found himself in a small alcove with two other people — he recognised them from the VDC, as well.

"Come here!" Kalim chimed and patted the brunet's shoulder. "You'll be safe with us."

"What— you're trying to help me?" Esme furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief, wondering if this was some sort of trap.

"Yes," Jamil grumbled, "I don't get why we're helping him, either..."

"Hey, it's not right that the others are chasing you around! You're here to see the prefect, aren't you? I see no harm in that."

The twinkle of kindness in Kalim's eyes was somehow enough to assure Esme of his genuineness. Years of living on the streets had taught him how to read people and given him a gut feeling that was almost always right when it came to trusting others.

A grateful smile decorated Esme's lips. "Oh well, thank you. It's unexpected to find help here as a Royal Sword Academy student."

"Don't worry about it!" Then, Kalim's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers that didn't look as fresh as they had been when the chase had started. He furrowed his eyebrows before eagerly offering, "But oh, your flowers look sad and weak... Would they like some water? I could provide some!"

While Esme was busy being chased around by the angry mob of students, his familiar Djali had also been busy evading the apprehensive hands of the smaller crowd of students chasing him. It was a strange thing, but the goat soon found himself being carried into the Mostro Lounge like a costly treasure, no longer on the run.

"Look, Azul! I found this strange animal," Floyd chimed as he lowered the goat onto one of the many tables. "Such a cute animal, no? I love land animals!"

Jade furrowed his eyebrows. "That's a goat, Floyd..."

Azul looked just as confused as his vice dorm leader. "A... goat? Where did you find it?" he stuttered out while watching Floyd pull the animal into his arms again.

"Some students were chasing it around! The poor little animal." Floyd clicked his tongue in frustration, only to brighten up when Djali bleated happily and licked his face. "But don't worry, little goat... I'll look out for you! Nobody will ever dare to chase you around again." A fit of snickers escaped the eel's lips, and he continued to cradle the goat like a child.

"I didn't know Floyd liked animals this much," Azul muttered, flabbergasted.

Jade was merely smiling. "Well, he is full of surprises."

While Djali had found an unlikely friend at the Mostro Lounge, Esme was closer to his destination than ever. With Kalim's help and directions, he had managed to safely evade the people chasing him — and in the distance, he could already see the leafless trees that decorated the front yard of the Ramshackle mansion. His tired feet quickened their pace, and a flash of determination inhibited his green eyes.

"Almost there..." he muttered to himself, smiling.

Just as Esme had set sight on the gate that would allow him entry to your home, he spotted another group of students waiting there to confront him. A string of frustrated curses escaped his lips, especially so upon recognising the four students as the powerful Malleus and his three retainers.

"This is the one, Master Malleus! The enemy!"

"Calm down, Sebek... It's just a student from Royal Sword Academy..." Silver mumbled and rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be so hostile."

A scream escaped Esme when, suddenly, someone was prodding at his blazer and the emblems stitched onto it. Whipping his head around, he found none other than Lilia inspecting his clothes with a large smile. "Oh— I love your blazers! And sashes, oh my... so festive," the fae mumbled under his breath, a longing sigh escaping his lips. "Our school uniforms are always so dreary..." As suddenly as he had appeared, Lilia was gone again — back by the side of Malleus.

The dragon fae looked anything but amused as he glared at the RSA student. "So it is you that wants to harm the child of man that lives in these ruins?"

"I don't want to harm (Y/n)—"

"You have brought these flowers to poison the child of man!" Malleus interrupted him and pointed at the bouquet angrily. "How dare you!"

Lilia suddenly broke out into laughter. "I don't think so, Malleus. Unless the prefect is allergic to pollen, the flowers are pretty harmless."

Nonetheless, Malleus continued to stand in front of the gate, his soles firmly planted into the cobblestone. "I shall not let you pass!" he exclaimed and raised his hands defensively.

An exasperated sigh escaped Esme's lips while he fumbled with something on the inside of his blazer. "Well, you leave me no other choice..." he muttered after a while and removed his hand — to reveal a pink, round ball. He threw the missile at the ground. Upon collision, the ball dissipated into thick, pink fog that allowed him to slip away without further issues—

Well, Malleus threw a few blasts of fire into the mist, just to be sure. However, when the fog had cleared up again, Esme was nowhere to be seen.

The four Diasomnia students were left behind to discuss his sudden disappearance amongst themselves, not having realised that the intruder now stood at the back door to the run-down mansion.

"(Y/n), let me in!" Esme hissed and banged his fists against the door in panic. "Let me in!"

At once, the pitter-patter of footsteps reached his ears, a sound that drew a relieved sigh from his lips. "I'm coming!" you yelled, rushing over to the door in the back. Upon having twisted the door knob and pulled the door open, you were greeted with a familiar sheepishly smiling brunet. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, remaining frozen where you stood. "Esme? What are you doing here? And why do you look like you've been through hell and back?"

A little chuckle escaped his lips, and he used his free hand to at least try and put his hair back into order again. His pink headband looked like it would slip down any moment now, and the ends were even singed. But, even though his blazer was torn and dirtied in some parts, he couldn't bring himself to care, now that you stood in front of him.

The bouquet, the true reason why he now stood in front of you, remained hidden behind his back. Like a giddy child, he grinned at you eagerly. "It's a long story... All that matters is that I have a present for you! Here, take this bouquet of flowers—" Thus, he pulled the bouquet out from behind his back — only to find the flowers in a horrible condition. Some had been burnt to a crisp, others had already lost all their petals on the way. A disheartened frown appeared on his face as he lowered the bouquet again. "Oh no... the poor flowers are destroyed... I'm so sorry."

For a while, you couldn't do anything but stare at the wilted flowers in surprise. His heart thumped wildly in his ribcage, especially so when you wouldn't voice your thoughts.

But, when you broke out into squeals of happiness, a wave of relief crashed over him. In one smooth motion, you had pulled him into your arms. "Esme, Thank you! Don't worry about the bouquet," you mumbled into his shoulder. When you pulled away again, you were smiling from ear to ear. "It's the gesture that counts. And look, this brave flower survived..."

Carefully, you plucked the only remaining rose out of the bouquet — it was a red one, vibrant and healthy.

His wonky smile turned into a proud grin. "Huh, at least I have one flower to gift you, I guess."

You shyly twirled the stem of the thornless rose in between your fingers. "Thank you, Esme. I appreciate the gesture of having invaded enemy territory to see me," you muttered, still flabbergasted and impressed.

Esme put on the charming grin he was known for. "Of course! Like you said, I would go through hell and back, just to see you."

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #disney twst #esme devance #esme devance x reader #twst oc #twst oc x reader #twisted wonderland oc #gender neutral reader

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infectedpaul · 1 year

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december 2022 updated nell ref!!!

#dex says things #shriek academy #rp stuff #bronagh nellweather #doodles

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pinksugarscrub · 1 month

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Starstruck

Hobie Brown x fem! reader (high school au)

@rexlroze, @the-kr8tor What better place to stir up drama than high school? ✨️Enemies to lovers✨️

Part(s): Prologue, ???

Visions Academy. Elitist? Yes, but the school of your dreams. An hour trip from Harlem on the subway. But if your mom’s dingy blue bug held up for another year you wouldn’t have to worry about paying for a Metrocard.

It was incredible when you visited on a campus tour. The music program was world renowned. You plan to take every course available but you need to be in that music room. Smell the polish from the guitars and touch the marble of the grand piano. You shiver just thinking about standing in the auditorium. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything your family could ever have dreamed of for their daughter.

So it doesn’t bother you to work until the dead of night with customers that make you want to tear your hair out. Visions makes it all worth it and well, being able to pay for your own gas is nice too.

It’s Friday, the parlor is loud and bustling with families, high schoolers, and disgruntled adults who just want to pay. Life couldn’t be any better than this.

“Manolo where are my damn pizzas?” Yuri screams over the bar separating the kitchen and the cashiers. Stacking empty boxes into her hands before shoving them under the counter.

“What do you expect me to do!?” He yells back. Antonio, his younger brother slipping on what you assume is the ghost pepper Manolo never picked up. “I’ve got six other orders before damn what’s his name. Tell him to wait his fu-”

You tune them out as you smile politely to the little girl in front of you who’s asked for a to-go cup.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” you chuckle. Watching her run back to her parents. It was sweet, reminding you of your own dad and mom back home.

“(y/n)!’

You don’t react as Yuri spins you around, pushing you towards the kitchen where boxes and boxes of pizza are stacked up. “Go, I expect you back within two hours eh?”

You also don’t react when she glares down at Antonio. Who is usually your delivery boy but is currently nursing a burn on his hand. The poor guy really was as clumsy as a deer.

“Two hours (y/n)!” She repeats.

Then the door slams shut behind you. Your car keys in hand and a bag draped over your shoulder that burns into your side with how many pizzas are stuffed inside. Don’t even ask how that worked, Yuri has her ways.

You sigh as you hop down the steps. Gently setting the bag in the passenger's seat once you reach your car. It takes you a second to set up your phone with directions along with music. The speakers are surprisingly clear as you turn the volume up and drive off. The city becomes a blur and the clock ticks back at you with each and every stop.

The last apartment. A pink building that’s chipping and full of overgrown vines that reminds you of a photo you saw at a pop up show once. You walk up the steps, the last two boxes in your hand.

“O’hara…”You mumble, “O’hara, O’hara- ah ha, there.” The loud buzz of the intercom makes you recoil as it echoes across the street. A minute later a voice rang through, words muffled and unintelligible

You shift nervously on the balls of your feet. Leaning close to the speaker against your better judgment.

“Hi! For Mr. O’hara?”

More words? You’re sweating at this point. You’re almost hitting your two hour mark. A second later another buzz rings through and the door unlocks.

You sigh, muttering under your breath. “Oh thank god.”

You quickly swing the door open. Scaling the steps once you see yellow caution tape and a note stuck to the elevator.

By the time you reach the fourth floor you’re huffing. Holding onto the railing you catch your breath.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,”You huff in exasperation. Eyes wide as you see every door number is faded or falling apart. “These people need a better landlord.”

You almost shriek as you see what time it is when you look down. You have less than fifteen minutes.

Running through the numbers as best you could. You settle on a door with punk themed stickers. You hope this is the apartment or the tenants will at least be nice enough to point you in the right direction.

Before you can even knock the door swings up.

“What do you mean-”

You stand there visibly in awe as you stare into the most beautiful set of eyes you’ve ever seen. Silver piercings and earrings decorating his face. Wicks pulled back into a ponytail.

“Oh hey! Can we help you?” A second face pops out from the side of the door. A kind smile on his face.

You clear your throat as you avert your gaze. “Yes, uhm, I’m looking for 4D?”

“O’hara?”

You melt inside as you hear his accent. British? But not exactly?

“O’hara,”you confirmed. Smile wobbly as you force your butterflies down. You really need to get out of here.

You don’t notice the two exchange a look.

“Oh, that’s us love.” He grins as he stares down at you.

“Great!” You beam. Mentally storing the name in the back of your mind. For what? You don’t know. It’s not like you had the courage to ask for his number.

It takes you less than a minute to hand the boxes over.

“How much do we owe you?”

This confuses you but your smile never wavers. “I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you prepaid online.”

“Right right!” The second boy nods. Dragging his friend inside by the arm and snatching up the pizza with his free hand. “Thanks!”

The boy with wicks sends you a wink before closing the door behind them.

You wait until you’re out of sight to swoon. It lasts for about five seconds when you realize it’s been exactly two hours.

Yuri’s too busy when you come back to scold you. So the rest of your shift goes smoothly. Your mind drifting to the boy every once in a while. A small smile on your lips.

The phone rings and your bliss is broken. You hold your breath as insult after insult hits your ear through the receiver.

You feel like an idiot. The boy’s pretty face fading into obscurity. You blink back tears as you talk with the real Miguel O’hara.

What a shitty night.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #spiderman atsv #atsv hobie #spiderpunk #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader

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nonchalant ──── ft. innocent zero various x gn! reader.

about. a oneshot based on this, where cell war is the one that discovered domina and reader's relationship. | crack & fluff (?)

notes. requested by @yusume-the-writer . hi y'all miss me or nah. cuz i'm gonna write most requests and go back to suffering in school for finals tmr 💯 happy new year, all!

RAGE FILLED DOMINA BLOWELIVE. cell war, an associate of domina's, had accidentally broke one of his belongings. it was something that you had gotten for your boyfriend for one of your anniversaries.

of course, the automatic reaction was to feel anger that bursted throughout his entire mind. domina's body feels hot, as rage seeped from his heart which was then shared to everywhere else.

domina is a nonchalant individual with a series of hidden anger and hatred beneath that layer of nonchalance.

today, that layer was torn off. very quickly.

"domina, won't you forgive me eh?" cell war's heart immediately dropped once he felt the rage of his boss' son. domina was never one to fool around with, especially with that blazing anger of his.

cell knew that. yet he still went into domina's room to confirm a suspicion.

a silly suspicion that he caught the male with pink hair walking around with a h/c-haired student of the same academy.

"you dare asked me to forgive you? after you came into my room without permission and then decided to fiddle around with my belongings? who the hell gave you such authority? huh?" domina said through gritted teeth, pulling out his wand. "i'm going to punish you!"

right before the blowelive could lift his arms up to shoot a spell right at cell who had readied himself in defense, you ran to domina and stopped his arms from moving.

"domina, calm down, relax," you said, holding his arms before he raises a brow and tried to let go of your grip. but he wouldn't dare hurt you. so he stopped moving and stared at you, the visibility of his rage still clear as water.

"why are you here, y/n? how are you in my house?"

"i invited them here!" cell war exclaimed.

"shut up!" domina accidentally shot a spell right at cell's foot, causing him to shriek in fear and got to his knees. "this is why i called your whoever this y/n is so they could protect me. jeez domina! you're crazy! and y/n is pretty stupid for dating you! they're crazy too!!"

domina raised a brow, looking at you then at cell, then at you again. "you're stupid for dating me..?" he asked you.

while you grimace in confusion. "huh? am i..?"

there was a shaky awkward silence in the air, full of question marks. as cell raised his head into the air of confusion, he saw that domina's rage has left completely, upon setting sight on you, his beloved.

"i'm telling your father on you, domina," cell stood up and brushed his clothes.

"kay'. sure," the said male responded, leaving with you who slowly pat domina's back in attempt to calm him down.

cell war?

he was left to stand there in complete confusion, a series of question marks swarming in his mind at domina's nonchalant response.

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#domina blowelive #domina mashle #domina x y/n #mashle domina #domina x you #mashle #mashle imagines #domina x reader #mashle x reader #mashle: magic and muscles #cell war #mashle cell war

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I’M HERE, I’M THERE, I’M EVERYWHERE | LUKE HUGHES

synopsis: in which capitol mentor luke hughes, falls inlove with his tribute, yn dubois.

song recommendation: can’t catch me now by olivia rodrigo

author’s note: in honor of the ballad of the songbirds coming out in the next 2 weeks and olivia’s amazing song, here is my favorite person (lukey warren hughes) in one of my favorite fictional books ever, the hunger games! this was so fun to write, and as always, enjoy <3

It was in the early years of the Hunger Games, where students at the academy in the Capitol were still allowed to train the incoming tributes from the district. Luke Hughes, a teenage boy who had been born and raised in the Capitol had finally achieved his lifelong dream; to mentor the awaiting tributes for the 6th Annual Hunger Games.

His best friend, Kelsey Ivies, shared his excitement, for they had both aspired to this role since they were kids. In their eyes, the Hunger Games were necessary, a punishment for the districts that had once rebelled, which had resulted in not only the loss of many lives in the District, but also in the Capitol. Luke’s grandfather was one of the victims, and he remembered how his father used to tell him when he was younger.

He hated the districts, they were like salt to a wound.

Luke's heart raced as he stepped into the training center, knowing that he was about to meet the tribute he'd be responsible for, a girl from District 2. His breath hitched as he laid eyes on her for the first time, shocked by her beauty.

“I’m Luke,” he says, placing out a hand for her to exchange. He’d never seen a district girl in his life, and it gave him a sense of adrenaline.

“I’m Y/N,” she says, her eyes felt like they were piercing through Luke’s insides. “Y/N Dubois from District 2.”

Over the weeks leading up to the Games, Luke and Y/N spent countless hours together, training and getting to know each other. He taught her how to differentiate berries, for some of them were poisonous in the arena. He had rewatched every single hunger games leading up to the one now, for he wanted to be the best mentor in his academy. He wanted to make his father proud, so that meant he had to make sure Y/N would come out the winner.

While they were practicing Y/N's swimming skills in a secluded lake, she playfully extended her arm out to him.

“Hey Luke,” she says, her smile loosely hanging on her lips.

He quirked his eyebrows, but nonetheless held her hand. He liked how it felt, anyway.

Suddenly, the girl yanked him into the water, making him let out a shriek of surprise, causing her to laugh hysterically. For the first time, Luke was able to see Y/N not as a tribute, but as a girl who he was falling in love with.

The following night, Luke managed to sneak Y/N out from the tribute cages, holding her hand tightly as the both tried not to giggle to loudly. The sky was clear and starry, and the two found themselves on the rooftop of a building, laying side by side. Luke’s hand brushed against Y/N’s as they gazed up at the night sky, away from the chaos and expectations that weighed on both of their shoulders. The stars above seemed to twinkle knowingly, as if they held secrets of their own.

Luke, who was normally reserved and didn’t talk much about his personal life, decided to open up to Y/N. If she were to die in the games anyways, it wouldn’t matter what she knew. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Y/N, there's something I've never told anyone before." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "My father, he's always expected me to be the best mentor, to uphold the Capitol's values and ideals. But it's suffocating, you know? The pressure, the constant scrutiny. He made me feel like I was never enough."

Y/N turned to him, her eyes filled with understanding and empathy. She took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can imagine how tough that must be, Luke."

Tears welled up in Luke's eyes as he continued, "I've always felt like I was living in his shadow. But being here with you, it's the first time I've felt like I could be myself. I don't have to pretend, and I don't have to meet anyone's expectations. For the first time, I feel free."

Y/N smiled warmly and leaned her head on Luke's shoulder. "I love you Luke."

He knew he couldn’t say it back, he couldn’t. He was from the Capitol, and she was merely a tribute. He could feel her stiffen beside him when she’s responded back with silence. He only wrapped his arm around her frame, pulling her in.

As the Games drew nearer, Kelsey noticed how Luke had become increasingly anxious and distraught.

She scoffed. “What, don’t tell me you’re falling inlove with her?”

Luke’s lips form a thin line, “why does it matter Kels?”

“Because it’s pathetic Luke.” The brunette girl laughs. “I mean, cmon, a mentor falling inlove with his tribute?”

Luke didn’t expect for his best friend to be so outright bitchy. “What game are you playing at Kelsey?” He grunts out.

“Nothing,” Kelsey shrugs. “But you’re playing a dangerous game here, Hughes.”

However, the unexpected had happened. A rebellion began to form among the tributes a day before the games were set to start.

Luke panicked, his eyes moving in a fast motion as he searched for the one person that mattered. Y/N, his Y/N.

He was shocked to find her in the crowd, along with the other rebelling tributes. When the peacekeepers start firing, Y/N, filled with fear and anger, made a run into the nearby woods, and Luke, driven by an need to go after her, followed.

Unbeknownst to Luke, Kelsey had watched this with her calculated eyes. Positioning a peacekeeper gun around her shoulders, she made her way into the woods after the pair.

When they caught up to Y/N, Luke was overwhelmed with emotions. "Y/N, you weren't supposed to rebel," he said with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Y/N, eyes bloodshot, stood baffled, looking him in the eyes. "The Games are evil, Luke. Evil. And you’ve just been brainwashed into thinking they're necessary.”

Kelsey, who had been lurking behind them, saw an opportunity waiting to be used. She sneered and positioned the gun in her hand, ready to put an end to the rebellion and silence the tribute that had been bringing her annoyance since her arrival at the Capitol. But before she could pull the trigger, a idea flashed in her mind. She thrust the gun into Luke's trembling hands, knowing this was going to make it all more satisfying.

"Shoot her, Luke," Kelsey hissed. "Or I'll rat you out for treason, and you’ll die with her.”

Luke was trapped. He felt like he couldn’t move, and his heart ached as he stared at Y/N, the girl he had come to love despite everything he had once stood for. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly obeyed Kelsey's command and aimed the gun at Y/N.

Her eyes, now falling with tears had practically begged silently with his to not do it.

“Luke, Luke.” Y/N begs, “what happened to our swimming practices? Don’t you remember what you said to me that one night on the roof? Did it mean nothing, Luke?”

Tears streamed down Luke's face as his hands shook with the gun in them.

Kelsey puffs in annoyance, elbowing Luke harshly on the side. “Well? Are you gonna do it? Or do I have to shoot both of you?”

Luke closed his eyes as he pulled the trigger, and he watched the girl he once loved crumble to the floor, eyes that leaked tears earlier now remain lifeless.

She’s dead, and it was all his fault.

- - -

Luke suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, his body shoot up his bed.

He had been experiencing the same dreams of him shooting Y/N, only each time, it showed a new detail, one that struck every corner of his heart.

“Are you okay?” Luke’s mom had awoken from a loud sound in Luke’s room. She placed her hand on his forehead and frowned. “What happened?”

“I’m fine..” he says, although it seemed like he was reassuring himself more than he was her.

“You can’t bottle up your feelings forever.” She sighs, but she leaves him alone, thankfully.

He swears he sees her everywhere. In his dreams, in random people he sees at his academy. She’s everywhere, even in the meadow grass, or in the corner of his eyes.

Her face of betrayal never leaves Luke’s mind, staying ingrained like a portrait.

- - -

Years have passed since everything had occurred, and although Luke’s heart felt like it was ripped in two, he forced the memory of Y/N into the deepest parts of his brain, wanting to erase every memory of her.

He ended up marrying Kelsey, whom he had 2 kids with. Two boys named Hermes and Lucretius.

One evening as the family gathered to watch the latest Games on their holographic screens, Hermes and Lucretius were jumping in their seats with excitement.

“Mama! One day, me and Hermes will get to mentor a tribute too, right?” Lucretius says excitedly, holding onto Kelsey’s hand.

“Isn’t that right dad? Me and Lucre will be mentors!”

Luke and Kelsey exchanged a knowing glance. The memory of Y/N, flashed through Luke's mind for the first time in years, felt like a painful echo from the past. The ache in his heart remained.

Kelsey placed a reassuring hand on Luke's shoulder, “You know, it’s a pretty big position, takes a lot of responsibility," she said, trying to explain the weight of the role to their children.

Their youngest son, Hermes, looked at Luke with wide eyes, "Dad, did you ever mentor someone?"

Luke hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant. Finally, he replied, "Yes, I did once. I attended the same academy you guys are attending.”

Lucretius, always having been curious, continued, "What was it like, Dad? Was it fun? Did your tribute win?”

A heavy silence hung in the room as Luke reflected on the question. Kelsey squeezed his shoulder, before getting up to bring the dishes to the sink.

“I did my best, but sometimes, things don’t go as planned.”

Their children, oblivious to the hurt behind their father’s words continued to chat excitedly about the Games. But in that moment, as they watched the televised games, Luke’s brain couldn't help itself but revisit the past, his heart heavy with the memory of Y/N, and the lingering question of what could have been if he had chosen differently.

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high garden academy — chapter 57.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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daein opened the door with the "7-A" on it. tired, but with the feeling that she'd had a good day. ready to throw herself on her bed and sink into her pillow until someone, possibly jennie, came to break into her calm and remind her of her responsibilities.

but her plan changed completely when she set foot inside her room and found her mattress covered in clothes, as well as the floor.

with her mood changing drastically and cursing as she surveyed the mess, she went deeper inside only to find the cause of the chaos: karina. the girl was tucked inside the closet going through every corner of it, taking whatever clothes came in front of her eyes, examining them and then tossing them all into the various piles that had been created around her.

taking a better look, the newcomer noticed that even her drawers and suitcase were open and disorganized. there was almost no place in her own dorm that hadn't been ravaged by the pianist.

"what the fuck are you doing?" shrieked daein on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

karina turned around in exaltation due to the sudden company and, noticing daein's frantic state, paused to think about what she should do to avoid earning a parade of shouts and insults. although she was still annoyed with her, she thought the smart thing to do would be to treat her kindly so she wouldn't have to put up with her bitterness.

"aeinie!" she crooned to the accompaniment of jazz hands.

it wasn't her brightest idea. it only caused the biker's pent-up anger to grow and ended with the girl having a hysterical fit due to the mess.

"okay, okay..." the younger girl carefully approached and grabbed her shoulders. "calm down, you're more irritable than usual."

"how do you want me to calm down?" she waved her hands euphorically through the air. "it looks like a fucking hurricane went through my room!"

something flashed through the youngest's mind, causing a giggle to come out from under her breath.

"hurricane karina." she couldn't contain her intrusive thought.

the older one could only stare at her in shock with her mouth hanging open.

"i hope you know i never hated anyone as much as i hate you." she expressed to then bite down hard as she glared at her. the helplessness she felt at that moment had immobilized her and she could only stand there thinking how she was going to have to sort through that whole mess while karina took it as a joke.

"if you keep saying it, maybe it'll start to sound convincing." she made a motion to wink one eye, but it didn't come out the way it should and she ended up closing both of them.

"how come not even winking you can do right?"

"hey," she looked at her defiantly. "it's not a skill i need to survive in the world." she inspected her up and down, noting that her clothes were oddly neat. "where were you?" curiosity distracted her.

"can you tell me why my room is a disaster?" she folded her arms, ignoring karina.

"won't you answer me?" she copied the position.

"with minjeong." she admitted casually, causing the contrarian to roll her eyes. "why are you here?" she repeated.

"i hope you didn't forget that we have a dinner with my parents." she reminded after giving a sigh, adopting an angry attitude.

"yes, i know that." she stated with annoyance. "but i was hoping i'd only have to see you that day."

"i came to pick something for you to wear that day." she explained, turning to inspect her clothes. "you know, because you usually dress like a beggar and would never go out of your way to look presentable for me like you do for your little friend." she pointed her finger at her, highlighting her outfit.

"you could have asked me to pick out something decent instead of coming in and turning my room upside down." daein obfuscated.

"you think i trust you?" she threw her a judgmental look. "but i have amazing news for you." announced excitedly.

"what did you find?" the owner of the room scanned her surroundings trying to find the clothes the other had liked.

"nothing!" she exclaimed. "your fashion sense is completely broken." she added with wry glee in her voice.

"and what's the good news?" she thought for a moment. "i'm not going to have to come to the dinner?" she assumed copying the same ironic tone karina was using.

"no, you're going to have to come with me to the mall." she reported. "and you can't refuse." she spoke quickly as she noticed daein opened her mouth to throw a tantrum.

"when do you want us to do that?" she questioned stressed as she followed karina with her eyes, who was pacing around the place gathering her belongings.

"right now." she said simply.

"what?" daein frowned. "you weren't even thinking of asking me if i'm free?" she took a few steps following her. "don't you think this is all very abrupt?" yu wouldn't say anything back, so she took her arm and tugged on it to turn the girl towards her, bringing their faces relatively close. "karina." she called irritated at her lack of attention.

"are you going to stop whining or do you want me to kiss you to shut you up?" she challenged in a deep, confident voice, her eyes moving from hong's eyes to her lips repeatedly.

"do it if you want, but then don't get mad when i don't act like your lapdog afterwards." she shrugged.

the blackhaired let out a dry, incredulous laugh, with a hint of indignation. she took her eyes off daein while turning away from her, then walked towards the door without saying much, her movements clearly strained by the negative atmosphere that had just been created between them.

"let's go." she commanded walking out of the room.

"is that my hoodie?" hesitated daein from behind inspecting her. "that's my hoodie." she confirmed to herself.

"and this? do you like it?" karina lifted up a blue garment.

"is that a vest?" she looked at the fabric disapprovingly.

"yes, aein, it's a vest." she affirmed obviously.

"put that away." she ordered, turning back to the clothes she was looking at before.

this was already their fourth store. they had been wandering around the mall for at least two hours, trying to find something they could agree on. after two stores chosen by karina, they entered one that was daein's liking, but found nothing there. although they had some bags with personal purchases, they hadn't decided on anything good for the dinner, and they didn't seem capable of doing so.

everything daein liked, karina hated or didn't find suitable, and vice versa. both were quite irritated by this point and were showing random clothes to each other with no real interest as they had lost all hope and motivation.

"you know what i've been thinking?" the younger one spoke from one side of the rack. "this?" she lifted a ruffled shirt.

"no." she shook her head after looking at it. "so, you know how to think?" she countered from the other side of the same structure.

"you do know i have one of the highest averages at high garden, right?" she raised an eyebrow.

"really?" she questioned uninterestedly. "do you like it?" she showed her a pair of pants, karina shook her head. "if only you talked more about things like that instead of... your boyfriend." she referred to the new information.

"he's not my boyfriend." she hurried to say.

"then why are we doing all this for?" she looked up at her, exhausted.

"because... uh..." she shook her head from side to side stressed. "it's complicated, just keep searching." she indicated, dismissing the topic. "i was thinking we don't know anything about each other."

"thankfully." she chose a suit jacket. "what about this?"

"no." she rejected and lifted a t-shirt, but daein gave her a disliking look. "i mean, we can't pretend to be a couple in front of my parents if we have no idea who we are."

"we know what we need to know." she brushed off while continuing to look for something to buy.

"do you want to know what i know about you?" karina leaned on the top of the counter. "you have a motorcycle, you do drugs, you like soccer." she raised a finger for each fact. "and not to be evident, but that sounds like something no parent wants near their daughter." she put her hands in the air dramatically.

"i only know you have money and you like to adopt creatures to take care of." she leaned her weight on the wood just like the opposite.

"see? we don't seem like girlfriends." she stated matter of factly.

"because we're not." she countered.

"but we have to pretend we are." repeated, then continued looking at clothes, switching to the furniture behind her, turning her back to the biker. "is there anything you want to know about me?"

"no." she honestly clarified without changing her position.

"how charming." she picked up a shirt and walked over to daein, taking her by the arm to pull her towards her and make her stand properly to put the garment on her chest so she could have an idea of how it would look. "do you like this?"

"why do you want to dress me like a christian peasant?" she frowned.

"do you even know my name?" she continued inspecting.

"ka... tarina?"

"katarina is my baptismal name." she explained. "my name is yu jimin." she added.

"jimin." she let out a short laugh. "jimin makes you sound tiny."

"daein makes you sound like a boy." she pointed her finger accusingly at her.

"what do you say?" she displayed another pair of pants without paying her attention.

"they're fine." she agreed after scanning them.

"i can't believe we just settled on something." she hung the chosen clothes on her forearm. "is there anything else you want me to know about you?"

"i don't know." she turned on her heels and leaned her back against a shelf. "my favorite color is blue, i'm an aries, i like dinosaurs, i play the piano." she began listing all the things that came to her mind.

"i already know you play the piano." she mentioned, distracted with a pile of jackets.

"how do you know i play the piano?" she asked bewildered.

"i saw you the other day with your... situationship." she recalled. "besides, you had already told me."

"did i?"

"yes, in one of our first chats." whenever daein spoke, she did so without any emotion.

"and you remember?"

"why wouldn't i?" she disregarded.

"i was just saying..." she murmured, turning back towards the furniture. "tell me something about yourself."

"about me?" she fell silent. "i like this shirt, do you?"

"why do you want to go have dinner with my parents looking like bob the builder?" she examined the loose checkered shirt daein had in her hands.

"something about me." she sighed, drained, and put down what she was holding. "my favorite color is red."

"is that all?" she stared at her in disbelief.

"what else do you want me to say?" she returned eye contact, without much interest.

"is there anything you really care about?" she asked desperately due to the lack of knowledge she had about the other.

"the reds." she stated with certainty.

"i can't believe you." she left her head fall defeated. "you're a dude." karina theatrically brought her hand to her forehead.

"i didn't judge you because you like dinosaurs." she reproached.

"dinosaurs are awesome." defended. "let's see, why do you like that team so much?"

"because it's mom's favorite." told naturally.

"see?" she exclaimed. "there's something you care about, your mother!" pointed out cheerfully.

"my mother died." she diverted her focus to continue looking for something they both liked.

"oh..."

"just kidding."

"who the hell jokes about their mother dying!?" she voiced disturbed.

"i do."

"god, what about your father?" she resumed the conversation.

"next question." she evaded with a noticeable hint of annoyance.

"well, now i know three more things about you: your favorite color is red, you have a terrible sense of humor and you have daddy issues." she teased.

"yu jimin." daein gave her a questioning look.

"i see you learned my name." joked the youngest.

"i don't know." the biker took a moment to choose what to say. "another thing that matters to me could be..." she pondered. "eunchae."

"it must be hard for you to be on bad terms with her." she assumed, changing her voice tone to a more serious one, empathizing with her.

"it's my fault, so..." she swept.

"but you still have the right to feel sad." reassured.

"i guess." she let out in a whisper, mixed with the breath she apparently had been holding for a while, and her eyes wandered as she thought. it was clear the subject affected her.

"do you need a hug?" she extended her limbs, offering comfort.

"stay away from me." she became agitated at the mere idea of receiving the pianist's touch, quickly changing the atmosphere from a melancholic to a brutal one.

"aeinie..." she took a step towards her.

"yu jimin, don't come any closer." she abruptly moved away.

"aeinie." jimin kept walking quickly towards her.

"enough!" hong began to run through the store so she wouldn't be caught.

"come here." she lunged to chase her.

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[This is probably the only light hearted story I will ever do, obviously this is not a smut, just light hearted vibes]

Yui’s POV:

My first day as a private teacher in a wealthy academy, I was honestly so shocked that I even got this job but nonetheless I am grateful. When I was younger I always thought I would become a nun, growing up in a church I thought it was the most suited path for me, but one day my father and the rest of the Church elders granted me with an opportunity, to teach a bunch of young children in a private academy, my room and board would be taken care of and it was a well paying job, I did not care much for money but I did like helping charities with the money I already have so this would help me in that aspect.

It was the first day I spent the last 2 weeks decorating the classroom. These children are all around the ages of 9-12. They were very young, I hope to teach them kindness and compassion, I remember when I was first given this class, the neighboring teachers made remarks about the incoming students saying they were all rich, evil, selfish demons. I hope that is not the case, but even if it is, they're just kids they can easily be taught something new and unlearn wrong.

I was on a little chair, putting up a banner. It might be somewhat cheesy but I thought it was adorable. "Ha! What a lameeee banner." a childish voice shrieked mockingly. I turned my head slightly and saw a boy, he had spiky red hair at its ends, he had lively green eyes that look just like a cat's eyes, they were adorable but he already seemed like a nightmare. "Are you a student in this class?" I ask him to try to redirect his comment. "Yep, I'm the great Ayato Sakamaki!" he said, his confidence through the roof, his energy was up there but refreshing. Sakamaki, looking at the attendance I noticed there were quite a few Sakamaki boys in this class, perhaps they were all related? "Ayato, do you have any siblings?" I asked him, he nodded, then started to name them all whilst counting with his fingers. "Kanato, Laito, Shu, and Reiji..oh and Subaru but I haven't met him yet." he explained, which confused me, he has a brother who he hasn't met yet..? "Woah~ Look at this class Kanato, it's nice and colorful and we have such a cute teacher, hello Teacher." Two boys entered the classroom, the one with emerald green cat-like eyes spoke. I smile warmly at the boys. "What are your names?"I asked them, looking towards the boy with the purple hair more, he had an interesting safety teddy bear, it was so cute. The boy with emerald green eyes spoke however in his stead. "I am Laito and this is my brother Kanato, oh I see you already met Ayato, we are all triplets." Laito states, I keep these things noted, just in case it was a part of my training. "Can I sit already?" Kanato asks, I smile and nod at him. "Yes of course, find the seat with your name on it." All 3 of them go to their assigned seats. I feel bad they were all so far apart from each other but they will be able to hang out during lunch break.

"Subaru, this is the classroom." I heard some way say with such a formal tone his voice when I looked at him was just a kid, he had raven hair and glasses, next to him was a shorter boy with pale skin and hair, eyes red like blood, and a taller blonde boy who looked like a prince. The boy with glasses looked right at me and bowed his head slightly. "Ahh that's not needed, please find your assigned seats." I told them and I noticed the raven haired boy went to the seat of Reiji, he sat right next to Ayato. They did not look alike at all but they had the same last name and Ayato did say these were his siblings. The seats of Subaru and Shu were sat in as well, they were right next to each other. “Ayato, these are all of your brothers?” I asked him, he nodded. “I guess so, you must be Subaru, what’s up?” He shouted from across the room. Subaru looked at him and his cheeks flushed slightly then he looked away, I still didn’t understand why he said it like that. “Um Ayato, I’m confused how come you never met Subaru…even though you are brothers?” I asked him. But before he could speak the blonde prince looking boy named Shu spoke “you clearly never heard of half siblings..dimwit” he said harshly, woah kids really can say crude things sometimes.

A few more boys came in, 4 came in at the same time they clung to each other. “We’re the Mukami siblings, nice to meet ya teacher~” a spunky blonde haired boy exclaimed. I liked his enthusiasm. “Please take your assigned name seat” I tell them in a welcoming tone and they do do. It was an interesting dynamic. Reiji, Ayato and the boy Ruki said in a desk row together, Shu, Subaru, and a boy named Yuma all sat together, Kanato sat next to Azusa, he had strange marks on him I hope everything is okay at home… and Laito and Kou sat together. Supposedly there was supposed to be 3 more students perhaps they were lost..? When I started to lose hope, 3 boys came in one had long white hair and the other short spiky strawberry blonde they both had similar eyes, they must be brothers, and the boy without a last name Kino, he refused to sit in his assigned seat.

“Welcome students my name is Ms. Komori, I will be your teacher for the year, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say warmly. The silence was killer…”hm let’s start with an ice breaker, everyone say their name and something they like to do, I’ll start my name is Ms. Komori and I like to read.” I say, causing some of them to scoff and snicker. “How lame, I’ll go now! My name is Ayato and I like to win cause’ I’m the best at everything!” He says, I couldn’t help but notice this kid has some serious narcissistic tendencies. The next boy went “My name is Sakamaki Reiji and I enjoy reading as well, but I prefer to conduct experiments.” He states, well he will definitely like the science projects I have planned then. “I’m Mukami Ruki, I like reading as well.” He says briefly, I noticed him holding a book. “Oh what book is that?” I asked him, he looked dead at me and said it wasn’t my business…okay then.

“Laito here, pleasure to meet you Miss Bitch, my favorite thing is to watch girls change” when he said that my eye twitched a little, he’s like 10 years old saying things like that…what on earth is wrong with this child..? “I’m Kou, I like to dance” he says, I smiled at him. I think Kou would like the talent show aspect I have planned for the future. “Azusa…I like pain…” the next boy said. “Okay I think we have to talk about this briefly, you shouldn’t like pain it is not a good thing” I tell him, he looks at me confused.

“Alright kids, ice breaker is over, don’t be upset I’m sure we will all get to know more about each other, for now I want to focus on this lesson. You all need to understand that pain is never a good thing, in life we must do good things to make other people feel happy and comfortable, hurting ourselves does damage both in the heart and the mind.” I say and point to both my heart and mind. “Father didn’t tell us our new teacher was a simpleton human…” Reiji said to Ayato, causing all the boys to snicker. These kids really are something else….

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