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shadowbriar · 2 years

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Reignite - George Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2.4k Warning : Harsh words maybe. Notes : One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again. Part II: Ember.

1994 has got to be the best year for one to be a student at Hogwarts. Though the Triwizard Cup has brought quite nasty tasks that endanger the safety of its champions, the Yule Ball last month had somehow made it all worth it. There might be hundreds if not thousands of new couples ever since that night ended. Including her and the younger Weasley Twin.

Though they did create a buzz when they first shared their kisses in the hallways, with everyone busy on their own romantic affairs, no one had a spare time to hold the torches for too long.

But that was precisely what they wanted. Being the castle’s prankster, George’s name was never a strange bell within the walls. He’s always been in the spotlight, along with Fred, with their antics and mischiefs. She on the other hand has quite the reputation for herself, being the brightest witch and the youngest Quidditch Team Captain of the year. Were they a couple in other years, they would certainly be the year’s it couple.

“Remind me again why I’m being dragged to your dormitory?” she moans a little as she tries to match her pace with Ginny’s steps.

“Because you’re my brother’s girlfriend and he could be quite an arse at times, so I would need his lion tamer around.” Ginny explains, grinning at her “I still can’t believe you’re with George. You’re sure he didn’t spike your drink with one of his love potions, yes?”

She rolls her eyes, “If anything, I might be the one you should suspect of spiking the other’s drink.”

“That’s impossible. George’s been drooling over you ever since we entered in first year. He’s always asked about you during our term breaks, you know.”

“Stop it, Gin. You’re making me fall for your brother harder now.”

“Well if it makes the both of you happy, then I’m all for it.”

The blush on her cheeks were becoming more visible as Ginny continued spilling George’s little crush on her. Being in Ginny’s year, she has always belittled her feelings for him, worrying that he would only see her as his little sister’s best friend. Worse, to see her as one of his own little sisters. Fortunately, the higher power up there was kind enough to lift her doubts as George asked her to be his Yule date a couple months ago.

The two girls haven’t even got their feet inside the room but they could already hear the banter exchanged by the people inside. She could recognise George’s voice in one of these distorted noises. A smile creeps on her face at the sound of his laughter.

“Wait,” Ginny says as she holds her hand, making her halt her pace “One thing I’ve learned growing up with brothers is that boys would use no filter when they talk amongst themselves. Shall we stick for a little while to see what secret they might spill?”

“What, and snoop on them?” she asks with an eyebrow raised “I don’t think I’m in any interest of knowing how many days has it been since Lee washes his underwear.”

“Just listen,” Ginny hushed, pulling her to a more secretive spot.

And so the two girls try to hear the group of boys from the other side of the room better by leaning on the wooden door. From the small hole of the door, they could see George who was seated on the sofa’s armrest with Fred on his side. Lee, Ron, Harry, and Dean were seated around them, looking comfortable with their friendly jokes and banter.

“So, Fred,” Lee called the ginger boy “How are you and Angelina? I haven’t seen the two of you together since that night. All is well in your kitchen, yes?”

Fred shrugs, “We went to the ball together, big deal.”

“What, you’re not dating her?” Dean asks this time “I thought you two are together.”

“Just because I danced with her does not mean I have to date her.”

“Dickhead.” Ginny hisses quietly.

“Well, finally a stark contrast between you two.” Lee says as he points at Fred and George “One is happily in a relationship while the other is a bitter rotten wanker.”

The group bursts into a small fit of laughter. The girls, too, chuckles quietly as Ginny nudges her in a teasing way.

“I didn’t know you could just come and dance. Always thought dating comes with the package.” George commented, lips still tucked in a smile “I would’ve ordered that one too had I known it was up for offer.”

The smile on her face dilutes. The boys’ laughter feels like a striking thunder on a bright sunny day. Is that really how George feels about their relationship? That it was just an undesired after effect of a night he wasn’t even half as excited as she was?

Ginny calls for her, taking her hand as a means of apology and support. Her face was filled with guilt, stammering to piece words together that could console her. She would certainly beat her brothers after this.

She forces a smile as she squeezes Ginny’s hand lightly, “I best go back to my own room.”

With tears threatening to fall from her eyes, she takes small hurried steps back to her dormitory, not caring Ginny’s call of her name. She could only hang her head low to everyone who greeted her and asked where she was going as the Gryffindor party was in the opposite direction. But she couldn’t answer them, let alone explain what had happened. It was just too much for her to bear.

As she got into her House’ Common Room, her cheeks were already wet from tears. Every smile exchanged in the morning, every lovely greeting they whisper whenever they’re together, and every kiss they’ve shared feels like a complete lie. A complete and utter rubbish orchestrated by none other than the very prankster himself.

She runs to her room, kneeling down to reach the suitcase underneath her bed. From it she took out a pair of red candles which wicks are connected to. She plans to use these candles for her divination class, but this calls for a more urgent occasion.

Her hands were shaking as she started to carve her name on one of the candles and his name on the other. A small voice in her head was telling her to stop, take a small pause and deep breath to think through all the possible scenarios there are., but she heard him say the words loud and clear. He didn’t really want to be in the relationship. He didn’t really want to be with her. It was her and her only who held a real feeling towards the other.

And now she wants to cut the cord.

Taking her wand out, she points at the wick. Textbooks are never precise about what certain magic spells or rituals would result, but cord cutting rituals have always been practised to cut a strong and binding infatuation and that is as good as a gateway door for her.

Closing her eyes, she repeats the hurtful words George utters in her head, using it as her fuel to really mean the ritual to work. With one deep breath, she stares at the candle with crestfallen eyes as she whispers, “Incendio.”

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George was frustrated to say the least. She has been so out of reach, busy with her house friends that he barely sees her in the hallways. Ginny was no help either when he tried to ask her about her wherebeings. Only giving him spats and angered half-spoken words as if he’s done a grave mistake that even his own sister wouldn’t forgive.

The more he thinks about what he’s done or hasn't done, the more puzzled he’s become. There’s only one way to get closure and she’s been playing cat and mouse with him for too long now. He needs his answers.

Spotting her walking with her group of friends at one of the corridors, George hurriedly ran through the sea of students and pulled her robe to the empty classroom. He closes the door right after they get in, pinning her that her back is pressed on the door as he looks at her with a lovely smile, “Hello, Love.”

To his surprise, she only blinks with no expression. Love was long gone from her eyes. They were now distant and cold, as if looking at a stranger. Her lips were pressed in a tight line, not in the very missed smile he so loves about.

“Love?” George questions, studying her face to catch the last trace of love he’s trying hard to find “Is everything alright?”

“Exceptionally ordinary, George.” she says flat, the joy and cheer that were always filling her tone was absent “Can I help you?”

George raises an eyebrow, “Can you help- What?”

“You pulled me away from my friends, do you need anything?”

George struggles to stitch the scrambling words in his brain. It feels like he’s pulled the wrong girl who looks exactly like her, but is apparently not her. She has never treated him with such passionless emotion, not even when they were still strangers. She was always known to be a friendly person and it’s certainly not what she’s showcasing right now.

“You’re joking with me.” George says in a nervous laugh, trying to piece some logical explanation to her sudden change of demeanour “You’re pranking me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why- I just- Did I do something wrong?” he asks after struggling with his sentences, desperate for answers “Love, tell me, did I do something wrong? Why are you so cold to me?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

George studies her eyes, trying to see if she was lying or playing games with him but her expression was unreadable. As if he was staring at a blank wall, not giving him any sign of her feelings nor true meanings. She’s just there, staring right back at him with no real answers.

He was never good at situations like this. He hated vague answers and responses with no real closure. She knew how bad he is at reading hidden meanings, how it took him months and Ginny’s infinite loop of ranting to finally gather the confidence to ask her out. That she has always been interested in him too.

If they weren’t painted scarlet red and written on the largest font available, best believe he would not pick it up.

“Alright, so we’re good, yes?” George asks hesitantly.

She nods, still not smiling.

But as George leans to plant a kiss on her forehead, she scoots away from him. The gesture was his only significant pointer that something is indeed amiss. He has yet to know the reason for her change of heart, but at least now he knows that he wasn’t just imagining the distance she’s creating between them.

“Love,” he calls softly, looking at her with pleading eyes “What’s going on?”

She shrugs, “Nothing’s going on.”

“Then why won’t you let me kiss you?”

“Why would you want to kiss me?”

George shakes her head, eyes widen in bewilderment, “W-What?”

“George, listen,” she says as she finally steps closer, looking at him this time with more intention in her eyes “I know. What you truly felt about our relationship, how you didn’t really want to date me, I know it all. So let’s not torture us both even more with your sweet bravado and just get off with it. We’re still friends, for Ginny’s sake.”

It was as if someone had shot his head pointblank on the forehead. None of her words made any sense in his mind. He loves her, he truly does. He’s tried his best to show her how much he’d love her, from all the private kisses they share to the public intimacy they show in the hallways, he’s done them all to show her the love he hoard for her.

And until half an hour ago, he was sure that she knew of it.

“I don’t understand.” George says, baffled “What are you talking about? Who put these ideas in your head?”

She sighs, “No one did. I just knew.”

“You just knew?”

“I heard you said it the other day at Gryffindor's party.” She confesses at last, sighing as the last strand of emotion she holds of him flows out of her chest “Look George, you don’t have to apologise or do anything about it. I forgive you. In fact, I couldn’t care less about it anymore. I’ve done the cord-cutting rituals so you don’t need to have troubles sleeping at night wondering if I’m heartbroken because I’m not.”

“You did what?” George questions, feeling more surprised as more words come out of her mouth “You didn’t even think about asking me first by what I meant of the joke? You just went there and cut ties with me, literally.”

She shrugs, still not showing much of an emotion, “I was only doing myself a favour. Being in love with her bestfriends’ brother who said it himself that the relationship he’s in was not out of his desire is enough of an embarrassment for one lifetime.”

George runs his fingers through his hair in desperation. He wasn’t aware of the mess he’s been entangled in for the past weeks. Hell, he wasn’t even aware there was a problem. She’s been away, sure, but he would never have guessed it was caused by anything remotely close to what it is.

Him and his smart mouth. How much he wants to cut his own tongue and have it thrown to the Black Lake right now. Now that he thinks of it, it certainly wasn’t a good joke to say, let alone have anyone hear it. He was happy with her, proud of her even, how could he ever come with such commentary?

“Love, I- Please, can we just-” George stutters, biting his nails as he sees the end approaching “Let me fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix, the candle is burnt.” She says, still detached to his pool of emotions “It’s done, George. Just forget it.”

George tries to hold on to her robe but she slips off his fingers and walks away. He watches her figure getting smaller as the distance between them grows. She didn’t look back, not one last glance of his shattering heart that is now scrambled all over the place.

There must be a way to fix this, he keeps on telling himself. There must be a way to reestablish their bond. There has got to be something, anything that could reignite their flame. George refuses to accept that his absentminded joke would turn the rest of his romantic life downward. Whatever would a stupid candle mean for their true love, right?

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siriannatan · 3 months

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Beauty and the Beast - ScfWhip

Sometimes one just needs to take a break from trying to force out ideas for other projects, this one is one of those break projects.

Hope you enjoy :}

Scott eyed up the manor he stood outside. Was staying a whole year here really going to save the town? Worth a try at least he thought as he reached for the solid metal knocker on the massive wooden door to the manor. The manor itself was pretty impressive.

Not as scary and creepy as he imagined based on what he was told about the place. But the pointed, dark roofs topped with dark metal spikes could have made more of an impression than the white and grey walls. Dark wood shutters on the windows. Luckily not blocked with any sort of iron bars. Maybe all they saw was the tall wall surrounding the manor and its well-maintained rose garden?

He was about to knock when the door opened on its own. "Come on in," a calm, borderline cold voice invited him in. "Leave your baggage here, it'll be in your room when you get there," it added and Scott, with heavy heart followed and entered the manor.

He was expecting a butler of some sort but was greeted by nothing. And then disembodied directions to what turned out to be a smaller dining room. Likely not the main one of the manor. Table set. Dinner for one on one side. And a matching set of 1 goblet and decorated with a dark metal decanter of a red liquid. Scott hoped it was wine.

"Have a seat," the voice said and Scott once more listened.

He didn't even have time to think if he was supposed to start or wait when a door opened and, who he could only assume to be the master of the place entered.

A man slightly shorter than Scott. Dressed in fitted, dark trousers. White shirt with billowed sleeves kept skin tight by a deep dark red vest with golden embroidery around the edges and golden buttons. Golden chain sticking out of his watch pocket. Medium-length ginger hair tied with a ribbon at the base of his skull. Face covered by a white mask adorned with black flowers and red leaves. His hands and bit of neck between the ruffle of his shirt, ket up by a black ascot and the mask. Pale, sickly, or even deathly so from the distance.

But most obvious and shocking were a pair of horns on his forehead not unlike those of a dragon. Even darker than his vest, almost black, red. And a fitting pair of wings folded over his back like a living cape. And of course, a tail. Same deep dark red scales, and visibly sharp spikes.

"No need to stand up," he said. Or so Scott guessed. As he took his seat by the goblet and decanter. Would he remove the mask? "I hope the journey through the woods wasn't too uncomfortable. I allowed myself to guess you'd be hungry."

"It's most kind..."

"Count fWhip but you can call me just fWhip. You'll have to excuse me, but the mask must stay on," he introduced himself, pushing the mask up just enough to expose his lips. As Scott would expect, pale. Too pale.

"Scott and I don't mind at all," Scott shook his head. He was curious but not foolish. He had a whole year to survive and annoy his host during their first shared... meal. Not annoying fWhip seemed like a good first step to surviving.

Starting with minding his manners like he never did before. Even while learning from his mother. Despite his family's status declining, she insisted her children know how to dine like proper nobles. This would be probably his first chance to really use that.

"I didn't expect too many elves this far from the capital," fWhip mused, sipping whatever the red stuff in his decanter was. Scott was strongly hoping it was just dark wine.

"There are a few families in town but, indeed, more elves live closer to the capital," Scott saw no reason to deny or hide anything. Not like it was some sort of secret or mystery. And it was something to talk about.

As things were, the meal was relatively silent. Scott kept an excuse of being tired and ready. Even hid a few genuine yawns between the main and dessert—only small ones, hopefully not too rude. Dessert floating in woke him up enough to not fall asleep at the table.

Eventually, all the plates were empty and floated away. Or were there invisible servants? Who was controlling them? Why was fWhip even living so far from civilization? Most of the day by carriage deep into the woods. Is he living here or being kept here? All questions he would not be asking.

"We stayed up late enough, I'll show you to your room," fWhip brought it up before Scott could think of a way of doing so while not being rude.

Scott politely expressed his thanks and followed the Count through the lavish and pristinely clean but low-lit corridors.

"Tomorrow after breakfast I'll give you a tour of the most important places, but you're free to explore the manor. Just keep away from any doors you find locked. If you find yourself lost call my name and I'll find you," fWhip explained what had to be the rules of the house. Scott paid close attention to his words. He had to remember these rules if he wanted to last that year. "We're here, I'll see you for breakfast then," fWhip stopped by a door finer than any door to a personal chamber Scott has ever seen.

"Thank you for the evening," Scott said with a polite bow. He'd hate to take more of fWhip's time than he intended to offer. Or to ask why he had to spend a year here. Just to offer the company? He hoped he could figure it out without openly asking. "Good night count fWhip," he said and waited.

"Good night Scott," fWhip said with a slight bow. Rightfully since he was the host. "And one more thing, please try not to leave your room after our evening meal," he added, slightly confusing Scott.

Maybe after that time, he didn't have any means of keeping an eye on Scott? Like Scott could hear him without seeing him as he arrived? Or was there yet another mystery hiding in this manor? Scott would not like to test it this early into his stay. Or at all. So he quickly entered the room and locked the door. He assumed it'd be okay based on the ominous warning and not being told to not do it.

"I should unpack," he sighed but first took a look at the room.

It was comfier, more elegant and all that than any room Scott'd been in. Equipped with everything he might need. A desk, a mall sitting area with a low coffee table and a couple of chairs. A massive bed. A walk-in closet. There were clothes already there. Finer than anything he brought along. Not quite the styles, fabrics or colours he'd choose himself but he'd not complain. He assumed that fWhip liked those styles so it might help him last that year. And a personal bath.

After a cursory glance around the closet about he picked out some sleep clothes and went to the bath. Count fWhip was a truly powerful and rich man to offer his guests all these comforts and luxuries.

The bath was, as he was starting to expect, stocked with fragrant soaps, salts and candles. Soft and fluffy towels of any size he might desire and robes. And all the magical comforts nobility and royalty can expect. Scott decided to stop overthinking it as he looked over all the jars by the massive mirror and just got on with the bath. And he had no idea how early - or late - in the morning he had to be up and ready for breakfast.

So he started the tub so it could fill as he got ready. With his travel clothes in a clearly labelled basket. This was likely a guest suit after all. Scott practically moaned as he got into the tub. He didn't realise how bumpy the journey was until all his sore spots reminded him just now. He had other things to focus on so far.

Like the mysterious Count fWhip. What was his relation to the woman in a purple cape? Was she a friend of his or an enemy? In either case, what would she need a company for him for? So he doesn't try to escape? "Pretty comfy cage if she's got him locked up here," he sighed, eyeing up his selection of bath soaps and salts. "I just have to not annoy the count and I should be fine. Relax and be ready to apologize and come up with excuses at any moment. Grand," he sighed and relaxed in silence. But his thoughts kept wandering to fWhip.

And who could blame him? There was a high chance he was quite handsome under that mask of his. All the dragon stuff like scales horns and all that only served to strengthen his feeling. Not that he had any plans to do anything about it. fWhip and the mystery woman's relationship was a mystery after all. Was he even at all involved in why Scott was here? He was ready for a guest to arrive so he knew someone would be coming. "I'll just have to be careful and pay attention to what he says," Scott sighed and forced the big thoughts away. He could do some mild investigating after breakfast.

Scott was ready to go to bed right after the bath but a glance at the desk had him changing his mind. He decided to write down all the rules fWhip gave him so far down. Just in case and with room for any new ones. Just to keep track of everything. After a short thought, he noted a few theories down as well. Couldn't hurt to organise his thoughts. And thinking, even if unnecessary, was something to do over the next year.

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons for the other Kid crew members? Like Haikei or Oscar? Mohawk bros

i have so many headcanons about them, i love them.

(for anyone confused: Haikei, Oscar and Noe are the fan made Kid Pirates who are based off of background and unnamed members of the crew. you can find fanart of them on these blogs: @magnuspirate @ceejindeed and @shipshinablog!)

Haikei:

Watches soap operas with Killer and cries

Will cheats at any card game you play with him

Do not play poker with him, he wins every time

Gets through about 10 jars of hair wax a month from spiking up his mohawk

Very careful with his money and very stingy with it, if someone borrows money from him there's a 20% interest tax (for you it's 10%)

No one has ever seen him without his glasses on, he sleeps with them on and will attack in his sleep if someone tries to remove them

The glasses stay on in the bedroom too, they fell on your head once

Is incredibly clingy, always wants to hug you or be touching you in some way

He probably walks a little like Doflamingo does in this clip from Marineford

Is addicted to red wine

His family back home consists of a super cool single mother and a young sister who he regularly sends money too

He also sends pictures of you back with letters about how great you are (his younger sister thinks you're super cool and has your bounty poster on her wall)

Is addicted to how your perfume/cologne smells and buys a bottle of it just so he can make his room smell like you when you're away

Loves sour sweets

The crew member who pushes the birthday person's head into their cake when they're blowing out their candles (the crew always make 2 because of him)

Knits everyone scarves

Has a bad habit of knitting whilst staring blankly at people, to the point where they have to move out of his eye sight because it's getting creepy

Can read and speak latin for some reason

He has 'matching' stick and poke tattoos with Noe and Wire that he did when they were incredibly drunk (the tattoos look nothing alike)

He has a feathered/fluffy coat collection that only you're allowed to touch

He loves when his clothes smell like you

Oscar:

Needs glasses but will never admit it

Emotional drunk

Gives the best hugs on the whole crew, everyone fights over who gets to hug him

Prioritises hugging you though

Very romantic, he knows what to get you as gifts and plans the best dates

He has a 'secret' scrapbook collection about the future he wants to have with you

Gets through far less hair gel than Haikei does

'Lazy' about 70% of the time during sex, he makes you do the work whilst he just lies there enjoying the view

He's still super good and attentive in bed though and knows exactly what to say/do

A big softie who's always looking out for the weaker members of the crew and protecting them from danger

Loves watching you get dressed in the morning and lies on the shared bed just watching in awe of how perfect you are

He also loves washing your hair

He can bake really well and is in charge of making deserts for meals

Has a small notebook full of everyone's favourite baked treats and their allergies

Always the one who breaks up fights with Killer and easily calms both sides down

Is addicted to hand holding

Number 1 hype man of the crew, he's always cheering everyone on no matter what they're doing

Has a small ginger cat called Rufus that he found abandoned on an island

Rufus has his own bed in your shared room but always ends up joining the cuddling sessions

He likes sketching and always asks you to be his muse

Likes vodka and fancy cocktails

Noe:

Can handle his alcohol better than anyone on the crew

Has a soft spot for children and small dogs

Reads romance and erotic books that he borrows from Killer

Secretly wants to recreate the scenes with you

Has a draw in his wardrobe just full of hats (there's one for every occasion)

Heat walked in on you guys once, it was traumatic for everyone involved

Aims to become the cliche of a suburban mum

Bought the whole matching shirts once but only Haikei, Emma and Noe wear them

He can decorate cakes really well

Oscar and Noe make the birthday cakes for the crew's birthdays

A massive freak in the bedroom, he almost rivals Wire for most freaky on the crew

He has a dead weed plant on his desk that he talks too

Has a calendar hidden in his hat drawer with the important dates to the crew and you circled so he can always remember what's coming up

Celebrates really random anniversaries with you, like 'Happy 2 month anniversary to us doing anal 🥰!'

Incredibly patient and supportive with anyone who's suffering from mental/physical illnesses

Can understand sign language

Writes you awful poems but honestly thinks they're amazing and will not take criticism about them

Makes Killer read his poems before he gives them to you and Killer is always appalled by what he reads

Loves spicy food

Lives to see chaos happen on the crew and will regularly annoy Kid because he finds it funny

The crew regularly questions how Noe managed to pull you and how you tolerate him

Can skateboard but he's not allowed to do it on the ship because he's fallen off the side of the Victoria Punk 6 times

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shatteredeternity · 1 year

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in stamina nimiam implicitus- miscellaneous

cw // slut-shaming, suggestive content, mdni

a/n // this won't really have any genshin characters, but a sorta peak?ish thing in mc's life so feel free to skip this. [based off of this post ]

ever since you made your presence known to the superstitious lands of teyvat, news of your taboo acts spread amongst the seven nations like wildfire. many names, insults, threats, and obstructive stunts alike were thrown at even the mention of your title, as you never stuck to one name; always introducing yourself as flora of regional specialty such as aster, henna, cecilia, qingxin-- an idea originally rooted from a lack of creativity that now became apart of your 'brand'.

your notorious reputation immediately shoved what used to be tones and expressions of pity and condolence out of the window, greeting you with looks of disgust and disdain whenever you go to buy at shops or even glance at someone. it wasn't any better than your previous treatment, but you preferred it much more than feigned empathy more blatant than an amateur conman's lies.

a small shot glass slid over to your direction, spilled drops of liquor sticking onto the aged wooden counter. with a quirked brow, you looked at the bartender who was tending to one of the bar's many patrons.

their attention diverted to you for a brief moment, sage locking with [eye color] before winking at you. oh. 'how charming,' you thought, raising the glass to eye level and swirling the ornate liquid. the thought of the alcohol being just a kind gesture was, while pleasant, was far from the truth, but it was nice to try to view it from that perspective from time to time.

taking a swig of the liquor, your eyebrows scrunched at the sudden burning sensation running down your throat. you slammed the glass on the counter, coughing as the bartender approached you.

"whiskey?" they nodded. "i thought a strong liquor would be a magnificent drink to pair with a strong-willed person." once more charmed by the stranger, you laughed half-heartedly. "such a bold statement from someone i've known only moments ago."

"i think i already know all there is to you, nympho." the name they called you brought a look of bewilderment to your face. their tone was cool and nonchalant, not a hint of malevolence evident in their voice despite the irony of them calling you a whore.

they took your silence as a cue to speak once more. "usually, bartenders have little need for introductions with clientele, as the only words exchanged are orders of alcohol or whatever's present on the menu," they started, cool demeanor and laidback smile never faltering. "but, now that one of teyvat's most notorious individuals is seated across from me, to not make an exception is discourteous." they reached to collect a martini glass from a cupboard beneath the counter, setting it on the table as they cracked their martini shaker open and poured a liquid into the glass.

"the name's trancy, your personal server for the rest of this dusk." a gloved index finger pushes the concoction to your fingertips.

"how...pleasant." you swallowed down your discomfort. "i wasn't aware my reputation preceded me. much more than i thought it could." you slipped the stem of the glass in between your ring and index finger. "tell me, is this laced with poison or spiked with some sort of drug?" trancy froze abruptly at the sudden question, looking up at you in disbelief. their demeanor shifted uncomfortably.

your lips curved into a slight frown. 'must a stick be shoved so far up their ass they'd be surprised when someone reciprocates their ill manners to them?' you sneered, eyebrows furrowing. the air between you two grew thicker, the air heavy with discomfort.

you eyed the drink in hand once more, breathing an exasperated sigh before downing it in one sitting. perhaps being poisoned wouldn't be so bad.

the ginger watched you intently, eyes wide with surprise before bursting out in a fit of giggles. "you anticipate me more and more the further you play out these antics of yours." they said, dimples ever so present on their cheeks. "had i known you were so intent on dying, i would've concocted a drink with a much more potent poison." they joked, taking your used glass and setting it aside.

you laughed along with them, the grimness of their humor nullifying the unease you'd felt previously. you two exchanged pleasantries and jokes as they served other guests, time flying by much quicker than you'd expected.

by the time the clock hit 2:00 am, the bar was nearly empty. the lack of loud chatter, a bard's performance on stage, drunken banter between patrons-- it would've filled you with angst, but trancy's presence helped the night end on an enjoyable note(ish).

tossing the rag they used to wipe the counter to the side, they dusted their hands before going back to you, perching their chin on their palm as they stared at you with a playful glint in their eyes.

the two of you stared at each other, sharing a moment of silence just as you did before. though, instead of one of discomfort and unease, it was one you were all-too-familiar with; one of lust-- the main course you anticipated ever since trancy handed you that shot of whiskey.

'sex with a charming barista and exquisite alcohol on the house? count me in.' you grabbed their collar and

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you sat up from the damp cushions of the bed, eyes sullen and dull as you try to wake yourself from the groggy state you were currently in. you took in a deep gust of air, and let out a long sigh. sweat dripped from your neck to your bare chest as you nudged yourself to the edge of the bed, groping the floor for your discarded clothes before clumping the garbs together.

you slipped on your undergarments and buttoned your crinkled blouse before padding your way to the bedroom door. as you reached for the doorknob, you glanced out the window, at the dark orange sky before you made your way downstairs.

you toed on your boots of leather before leaving the house once and for all.

it was yet another night left on a soulless note.

#yanshin soulmate au #oc x reader

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redloveashes · 1 year

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I don't care if I get sick; give me a kiss ~ Prompt with Mikoto/Totsuka.

For @nagare-and-itsuki-are-my-life10

'And I don't care if you sick,

I don't care if you're contagious,

I would kiss you even if you were dead,'

"Kusanagi's going to be mad if he knew you were here, King."

It was late a night when someone knocked on Totsuka's apartment door, with the rest of Homra already check-in in with their animal tamer throughout the day. Dewa began forcing Chitose to her door on his knees, begging for forgiveness after sharing a cup with Totsuka knowing he was a carrier of mono, the kissing disease.

A thousand excuses Mikoto could use for dropping by, yet none came from the Red King as he brushed past Totsuka, making his way inside the tiny place holding up a bag from her favorite tea shop, remembering how she told him once about how ginger tea made everything better.

"Wow! It's not every day I see King making a cup of tea for himself. I'm truly honored to witness such an event." It's rare to see Mikoto using the stove to heat the tea kettle. "Bad dream again?"

"Yeah," There were only two people Mikoto could trust enough to admit that out loud. One was lingering close by, soaking up the warmth from his aura, and the other wasn't afraid to call Mikoto an idiot straight to his face.

"Need the nightmare stick or Leo?"

The nightmare stick was a piece of bamboo Fushimi stole from the national park to torment his girlfriend by gluing feathers and small gemstones onto it, calling it a cursed voodoo staff, as he continued to touch Yata with it until the feisty vanguard got annoyed and snap the staff in half, dooming herself for a thousand years by connecting her soul to Fushimi, which is how the title 'Nightmare stick' was born by Eric.

Leo was Totsuka's oldest sleeping companion. A stuffed animal was crafted from old socks to look like a lion. He was a powerful and wise lion whose extraordinary power was to eat every nightmare of those who held him.

"I take that annoying glare as a no. Don't worry; you can't hurt Leo's feelings. I'll squeeze him extra tight tonight." Trying to behave like her usual self in the hope of not worrying her King, being her carefree self with endless energy until her fever spiked again, making Totsukae feel woozy.

"Go back to bed." His tamer only shook her head, wanting to witness this site before her. That's when it happens, something that will condemn them both. His rough lips placed a single kiss on hers, knowing entirely well she was highly contagious.

Mono, be damn. Mikoto doesn't care if his tamer is contagious. He would kiss her even if she were dead for one last kiss goodbye.

Two days later, Kusanagi was sitting in the waiting room at the walk-in clinic, shaking his head at the two idiots sitting across from him holding holds, acting like nothing was wrong.

"You two are both idiots. You know that!?"

"We could share a cigarette if you don't want to be left out." Even if this was a no-smoking area, Mikoto kept an unlit cigarette between his teeth before tucking it behind his ear once the nurse called their name.

#♧ reds writing ♧

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offbrandkyoya · 1 month

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[6]

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Why is his crush coming to practice? Kageyama had not the slightest clue.

Kageyama is starting to freak out. He still feels embarrassed about what happened in the classroom. “Earth to Kageyama!” Hinata jumps up and down, waving his hand in front of his partner's face. “Stop thinking about milk-chan and focus on the game!”

Tsukishima overhears and scowls, “You know it’s weird calling them ‘milk-chan’ out loud, right?” Hinata shrugs. “So?” “What do you mean, so? It’s fucking weird.” “You’re weird!” “What?” Yamaguchi stands between them with a sigh. "Hinata, don’t provoke Tsukki.”

The ginger sticks out his tongue while Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Kageyama doesn’t react to the small argument that happened and simply walks the other way. “Okay boys, get in formation!” Coach Ukai shouts, and the boys go into position.

Kageyama is going to serve first instead of Asahi. ‘Maybe hitting this spike will let my feelings out.’ He lets out a breath before tossing the ball up, running a few steps forward, and hitting the ball right across the net. He gets the point, and he goes to hit again.

Another point, and Kageyama hits once more. Nishinoya digs for it, and Tanaka goes to pass to Sugawara to set. Daichi hits the ball, and Asahi goes to dig it up. This goes on for a while before taking a break.

Kageyama huffs, exhausted from playing. He hears someone shuffling next to him, but he’s too tired to tell them to shoot away.

“Milk-chans here!” Hinata whispers in his ear, and Kageyama immediately straightens up. His eyes dart across the gym until they land on his crush, talking to Yachi about who knows what.

They notice his stare, and they wave. Kageyama's cheeks flush and stand frozen. “Wave back, idiot.” Tsukishima mutters close to his ear. Kageyama does so, and his crush smiles more than ever.

They start to walk towards him, which starts freaking him out. “You’re really good.” They say, and Kageyama stutters, “U-Uh, T-Thanks, um...” He looks to the floor nervously. “I wanted to check on you.” His heart flips and flops. “I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue.” They explain, and Kageyama isn’t processing anything at all.

“Since you were struggling with English, I came to see if you had time to study. I was worried about you.” Hearing that, steam comes out of Kageyama's face. “I hope volleyball isn’t getting in the way.” They continue. Kageyama's words are incoherent, and the rest of the boys stare in disbelief.

“Kageyama is embarrassing himself.” Hinata says it with a pout. “They seem into it.” Tsukishima snickers, and Yamaguchi sighs in response. Daichi steps forward and pats Kageyama's back with a chuckle. “Do you need to borrow him for a minute?”

Their cheeks flush, and they shake their hands. “I was just asking if he wanted to study with me! I understand if he can’t because he needs to be here for volleyball.” “I see.” Daichi’s hands go on his hips. “Unfortunately, we need Kageyama since we have a practice match soon.” “I understand.”

They smile at Kageyama. “I’ll leave you alone now. Have fun; I’m rooting for you.” Those words replay in the boy's head, and his face gets even redder if that were possible. “R-Rooting for me?” “Mhm!” They confirm, and he almost passes out. Tanaka was thankfully there to stand him back up.

“Why don’t you study at his place?” Ennoshita suggests, after walking over, making sure Kageyama doesn’t fall again. The group stared at him in awe. “Yes!” Hinata jumps up and down. “You can study at Kageyama's house! He lives practically alone.” Kageyama comes back to his senses and kicks Hinata's side. “Shut up, dumbass!”

They smile wide. “That’s great! Is that okay, Kageyama? I’d love to be with you today.” The boys stared at them upon hearing those words. The guys looked at Kageyama's reaction, and sure enough, the poor boy was losing it.

Kageyama’s mouth is wide open, and his cheeks are glowing red. “Y-Yeah…that’s…okay…” They giggle, “Great! I’ll wait for you then.” They say farewell and leave the gymnasium.

“Kageyama has a date.” Sugarawa chuckles, and Kageyama falls to the floor, startling the boys and panicking if he just stopped breathing.

im hungry

chat i wanna see sxf code white so bad or I’m JUMPING 😭😭😭😭😭😭

loid forger save me…save me loid forger…

@karma-gisa @cosmiicdust @abcdefghijklmzopqrstuvwxyz @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @xmagik @tnazips @zhochikennugget @makkir0ll

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someonestolemygrilledcheese · 8 months

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Warriors: Call of the spirits

I’m pretty sure the only people reading this are bots so🦅

Chapter four

Pebble woke up to a cooling droplet of water splitting down the two sides of his muzzle, him looking up to the grey sky, the dark clouds fighting to keep hold onto the rain water with its moist grasp.

He shook out his sodden fur from the dampened moss and stood up. His pure white and light grey fur greyed by soot. He turned to the still sleeping pile of black, grey and white pile of fur.

He trotted over to his brother, prodding a paw into his matted flank.

He grumbled, curling his tail over his flank with annoyance.

Pebble continued to prod, Gravel opening his eye, half-listening. “Gravel, we’re not in the den anymore! Wake up you lazy pebble-brain!” He hissed.

“Fine..”Gravel sighed tiredly, slowly blinking as he stood up, yawning and licking his chest tuft. Pebble eyed Gravel’s paw as they walked, he still limped on it, and you could tell it was starting to swell. Light only grew more pale as they were shaded by the oak trees, soon turning to large pines , their dark green crowns thrashing violently in the wind. As lightning broke the horizon, thunder cracked in the distance, signaling for the rain to follow after it, starting to pound down on the piney undergrowth. The steady beating of rain on the lush leaves easing the two brothers as thunder continued to crack and twirl in the sky.

As they steered deeper into the forest, the scent of the strange cats tinted the forest floor, giving it the camouflaging arid smell of soot, squirrel, and the sweet scent of tree sap. The small streams and puddles carrying its sweet scent back towards the river.

The mud began to squelch and rise up through the breakage in the dark ginger pine leaves, Pebble’s paws becoming matted as the mud dried into his fur.

As they trailed back to the old cabin, Pebble started to realize the oaks were now completely overgrown by pines, the dark clouds and bright cracks of thunder the only light reaching beyond its protective layer of stick like leaves.

The strange cat scent was also overgrown, the smell of rain and piney soot clogging Pebble’s nose. The starving mud escaped from the undergrowth, almost entrapping Pebble’s paws.

He twitched his ear in annoyance, looking around for a solution, he glanced to his right, seeing Gravel had tripped on a stray branch and landed in the mud, his underbelly darkened by the unforgiving mud, it spiking and dragging above the ground, his claws unsheathing into the non solid earth.

Beyond him, the pines covering the ground were dense and sturdy, it would be wise to follow that path.

“ the mud is less dense over here, follow me.” Pebble mewled to his brother, trying to keep his steps light as he skimmed over the mud.

Gravel followed closely behind, scowling to himself at his ruined fur. The sturdy growth under paw kept the mud from rising too high, making it easier for them to move through the forest. Pebble couldn’t smell anything but wet pine leaves, ears flattening in irritation. Rain droplets landed on his long fur, running down his downed ears, regaining itself at the ends of his ears and tips of his fur before landing silently onto the crisp pines below. Winds curling around the two from the clouds, twisting through every patch of fur and seeping into his skin, chilling him to the bone.

He began to shiver, the cool air and refreshing rain going through his fur like stones being thrown into a lake.

He couldn’t wait be back home in his den, sleeping in a soft nest of feathers and moss with his brother.

They hadn’t eaten in forever, his old memories of the past awaking his belly, growling like a starving wolf to a plump rabbit.

He sighed, just wanting to collapse and go back to sleep.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Gravel worried, attempting to groom his underbelly before jerking away from the earthy, oily taste, sticking his tongue out in disgust.

Pebble blinked up at the lightless sky thoughtfully before replying, “Maybe we should stop until the storm passes, I can’t scent anything in this weather.”

Gravel nodded hesitantly, still pouting about his ruined pelt.

Pebble redirected his gaze to the gutting roots of an old pine, just enough space to fit under it for two small cats.

Pebble inspected it, his eyes disappointed when he found the small dip flooded with muddy water. “Lets keep going, there’s bound to be something.”

As they walked, another close strike of lightning echoed through the air like a warning , making Pebble’s fur rise on his back.

He soon spotted a large bush in the bracken with a reasonable space beneath its dense branches of leaves, with a swish of his tail, he beckoned his brother into it. Gravel trotted into it, the two brothers catching their breath inside.

The rain only grew more intense, pattering down furiously as it echoed through the forest. Pebble sighed in relief, licking his soaked fur and resisting the earthy tang of mud as it slowly left his fur, leaving only a dull brownish stain onto his fur. It’ll take many suns to return it to his former snowy color.

Behind the bush was a soaked earthy clearing, Pebble crouched to the earth as he glanced at a grazing doe, peacefully eating, even through the relentless pounding of rain.

Pebble admired the freedom of the deer, the gentleness of its pricking from the grass reminding him of how his mother groomed him when he played too rough with his brother and got his pelt dusty. Remembering her words,

“Your pelts too long to play rough with your brother; your pelt mingles with the dust and it takes forever to take it out!” She exclaimed, frustrated but her voice containing a hidden tone of affection for her smaller son.

He snapped back to reality when a crack of thunder flashed, yowling as if it was a yowling cat, The doe twitching it’s ear and looking up at the sky, wind rippling her fur onto her back. She took a step back, her smooth black eyes carrying an expression of fear.

Pebble flattened his ears in horror as a wolves grey and cream fur erupted from the other side of the clearing, skidding on the muddy ground to the left of the doe, it bellowing and kicking its front legs in the air before attempting to canter away. The large wolf effortlessly pushed its legs after the doe, leaping its front paws onto the lower back of the deer, it bellowing in pain before the wolf bit into its spine, making it hard for the deer to stand as the wolf slowly dragged it to the ground, taking it by the neck and dispatching it in front of the bush where the brothers hid.

Pebble flinched as its amber gaze landing on him with a growl, revealing its blood stained fangs.

“What is it now?” Gravel said, turning as Pebble took a step back into him.

Gravel looked up, eyes widening as he looked up at the furious wolf in front of them, eyes narrowed with blood lust.

“Run.” Pebble whispered to Gravel, voice filled with fear.

//Longest chapter I’ve made and my phones about to die

#fanfic #creative writing #warrior cats #author #Warriors: Call of the spirits

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bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue · 2 years

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Hi, this is for the autumn ask:

🍵💻🍁

I hope you have a good day 🙃

Thank you so much! And sorry for the lateness in answering—I got hit with an annoying cold, like, right after I reblogged the post and had to nap and rest all day. It’s still affecting me, but I feel a bit better now—I hope that today turns out to be better, and I thank you for your well wishes!

Now, without further ado:

🍵 Top 3 favorite tea flavors?

Right now, my absolute favorite tea is an instant ginger chai that my roommate has, because it’s working wonders for my sore throat. (No, I won’t shut up about this cold…)

Interestingly, I was never much of a tea drinker before this year (I’m sorry, Uncle Iroh), but thanks to my roommate and the many college events I’ve gone to that serve tea, I’m learning to develop more of a taste for it! I’d say my top three favorites right now are the aforementioned ginger chai, green tea, and I guess peppermint tea. I’ve tried earl grey, too, but I don’t like it as much. (I’m sorry, Captain Picard.)

💻 To feel nostalgic: what are some old games/websites you spent lots of time on when you were young?

I don’t know if anyone else but me remembers this, but: htwins.net! This was the website that hosted the famous Scale of the Universe 2 and belonged to the people who made Battle for Dream Island, but I didn’t stop there. Oh no. I played all the games and watched all the animations that these funky Huang twins made: Get to the Top Although There Is No Top (and its 100 variations!), Goime 500 (there were parts of that that stumped me for months; after I eventually figured it out and beat the game, that’s what introduced me to the concept of a speedrun); even The Super-Short Stick Figure Show! A lot of these have sadly been lost to time since the demise of Flash…RIP.

I remember being shooketh when I found out how young the programmers/animators, Cary and Michael, were—they were only 12 when they produced, animated, and released the first episode of Battle for Dream Island and 14 when they released The Scale of the Universe 2. Imagine having that much talent! I still follow some of Cary’s videos—he also composes quite well and, in high school, apparently wrote poems of questionable quality.

On the cringier side of things, I also spent an embarrassing amount of time on websites like RageStache (rage comics) and Taste of Awesome (demotivational posters). I was addicted to those—I’d spend hours scrolling through the comics and memes while procrastinating on doing my 5th- or 6th-grade homework, probably learning stuff I shouldn’t have been learning at the innocent young age of 10. I’d also often Google Image Search things like “funny comics about harry potter” (Harry Potter being my obsession at the time), “funny rage comics about ___,” and “funny tumblr conversations”—years before I’d actually join Tumblr.

🍁 A new website, fandom, video, song, fun fact or anything, name a recent discovery you would like to share with your followers.

Apologies for “blorbo from my shows”-ing this, but here are two amazing Cowboy Bebop-related discoveries I’ve made recently!

The first is this bonus track from the boxed set of the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack; here is the Wiki page for it with the lyrics translated into English. It’s called “Wandering Cowboy,” and it’s a version/arrangement of the theme song, Tank!, with lyrics sung by Aoi Tada, the Japanese voice of Edward. The lyrics and the way little Ed sings them (Aoi Tada was a teenager, not much older than Ed, when she recorded her lines for the original series) are just so adorable—innocent, childlike, and filled with love for her Bebop family. I can just imagine Ed sitting or lying at her computer in the Bebop’s living room, kicking her feet behind her as she softly and happily sings this under her breath. Go, go, Bebop! Fly, fly, Bebop!

And the second is this video of Canadian figure skater Kevin Reynolds, who in 2016 skated a routine at the Skate Canada Challenge to Tank! while dressed as Spike Spiegel. Just imagine being that cool. Imagine being a fan of Cowboy Bebop and also a figure skater. Imagine practicing for months and months and years and years to do a strenuous, beautiful skating routine, and it all culminates in you being Spike Spiegel, being him in front of everyone, whirling and spinning across the ice to the frenetic jazz of Tank!, of a show you’ve obviously known and loved for years—as graceful and fluid as Spike himself is in his movements, literally moving like water. I just have many emotions about this. (Also, Kevin Reynolds is cute! He has a sweet smile and thumbs-up :))

[Autumn Emoji Asks]

#ask #answered #shakespearestolemyurl #autumn #autumn emoji asks #cowboy bebop #thank you for the ask!!#again apologies for ‘blorbo from my shows’-ing the last question and making Everything About Bebop #but i’ve been wanting to show people that figure skating video for FOREVER #i showed it to a friend who hasn’t watched bebop and she got all excited and yelled ‘YURI ON ICE?!?!?’#and i was like ‘NO JUST WAIT’#and as soon as the music started up she looked so disappointed that it wasn’t yuri on ice #(this is the same friend who calls spike ‘bernard’ and vicious ‘man murder from the murder man’)#(just in case you were wondering)

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livinghostly · 3 years

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cat’s out of the bag — kei tsukishima x reader

a/n: first tsukishima fic! first haikyuu fic! open to requests and also criticism! wc: 1.6k karasuno boys volleyball practice gets interrupted by an unfamiliar face. fluff/humor. tanaka and noya shenanigans.

tsukishima narrowed his eyes at his teammates on the other side of the net, their practice match had been going on for thirty minutes and they were still neck and neck for the first set. his fingers were becoming red and strained from being hit by the ball so much– but that meant he was doing good, so he really couldn't complain. well, he could. and he had no issue doing so.

"all these spikes, and are you getting any better short stack?" he taunted, looking down at the ginger. "really, if this keeps up, i'm going to have bruises on my hands by tomorrow. you could at least try aiming for an opening."

"what?" hinata stomped towards the net, his offense nearly loud enough to echo through the gym. "practice is supposed to be helping us get better, what are you complaining for?"

"if it were an actual challenge, i would be getting better," he let out a dramatic sigh.

from behind him, tanaka called out. "stop arguing and get back into position so asahi can serve the ball!"

the boys did as they were told, tsukishima falling back into line with kageyama and tanaka. the ball went straight over their heads, though nishinoya provided a perfect receive, squaring out his body. then, tanaka was the one to spike it– or attempt. suga shot it back down with his block.

"come on, man!"

the next round started up again, the served ball slapping against tadashi's forearm before being saved by noya. to their right, the gym doors opened and closed with a thunk, though most of the boys were too caught up in the game to spare a slight glance in the direction.

sugawara noticed. his desperate curiosity tore his head that way, eyebrows drawing upward at an unfamiliar face. "who's that?"

plenty of people wandered in their gym during practice, primarily first years that get lost on the way to their club meetings. they almost immediately back out with apologies under the inquisitive stares of the third years— but this person didn't. instead, offered a small smile and stayed quiet. just watching.

daichi received the ball, hitting it up in the air towards their setter's direction. kageyama raised his hands and kept his eye on the ball, waiting for his signal. the ginger propelled forward, eyes barely open as the air from his jump hit him in the face.

tsukishima jumped, limbs straightened out to be as tall as he could be.

"hey, kei."

he faltered, the structure in his arms going weak, bending at the elbows. confusion flashed in his face at the voice, although familiar, unexpected. he looked to his right, eyes locking in with the proud grin you presented.

hinata's spike tore through tsukishima's now slack fingers. nishinoya didn't try to save it as it bounced against the hardwood floor. instead of lurching forward, his feet brought him to tanaka.

"woah!" "did she say kei?" "can i call you kei?"

the voices of his teammates all spoke up at once, two of the second years, along with hinata, crowding around tsukishima with wonder. he took in a deep breath

tanaka patted him on the back with heavy, unexpected force. "woah, tsukishima! how'd you get a pretty girl like that to come to practice?"

"yeah, what are you, some secret casanova?" nishinoya barked out laughter at his own joke.

tsukishima sighed, pushing up his glasses after they slid down from tanaka's hit. he straightened his posture, now towering over the boys more than before.

"she's my girlfriend, you idiots."

his teammates froze, bodies becoming stiff as sticks as they stared. as he pushed past the suffocating crowd that had formed around him, their eyes followed. mouths dropped open, and eyebrows were brought together in an expression that could only be described as horror.

as he made his way over to you, the third years tried to console the frightened boys. you could hear suga in the distance, "come on, guys. what are you freaking out for?" the only response he got was wordless babbles.

each step brought a larger grin to your face, despite his stoic expression. he blocked the view of his teammates once he came to a stop in front of you, with minimal space left between the two of you.

"you did that on purpose," tsukishima said, as matter-of-fact. he wasn't wrong.

"i could see the scoreboard. they deserved a point."

"no wonder you're not in any sports clubs, you're too soft for competition." he straightened up, glancing to the caged clock adorning the wall next to them. it wasn't even 4:00. "speaking of, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be in—"

"meeting ended early," you answered, then tilted your head. a small smirk ghosted over your lips. "don't act like this isn't a pleasant surprise, pretty boy."

at the mention of your pet name for him, a slow blush blossomed at the tip of his ears. soon enough it would be spreading to his cheeks.

from the benches, the boys looked on. they couldn't seem to break their gaze, eyes following each movement in analysis. the way he turned his head away slightly when he spoke, and despite his blank expression your smile never left your face, you adored him— was he standing taller?

your fingers subtly, or it would have been subtle, if not for the onlookers, delicately reached out and toyed with his fingertips. he didn't stop you, didn't bother to glance down either. there was a brief moment where his thumb swept over the back of your hand before falling slack in your grip again, letting you do as you pleased.

a question lingered in the back of tsukishima's mind, he trained his eyes on you and tried to figure out the answer before he'd ever ask.

"tsukishima!" the tone was almost angry.

it was then that your smile was wiped away, eyebrows raised in surprise as you looked over to the benches. small doubt pressed on your stomach, wondering if you broke some rule by interrupting practice.

"are you gonna introduce us to your girlfriend, or what?"

the blond's head rolled over his shoulder to look at them, regretting his decision as he met their giddy expressions.

as you reached them, tadashi waved excitedly. "hey, y/n!"

"you knew about them, tadashi?" hinata questioned, straining his neck next to the green-haired boy as if to intimidate. seeing him stand on his tippy toes, you stifled a laugh.

"well, yeah-"

"why didn't you tell us?" tanaka cut him off, mirroring the ginger on tadashi's opposite side and leaning in dangerously close to his face. "what, are we keeping secrets from each other now?"

"i wouldn't mind," tsukishima muttered. if he still had the attention, they would've watched as he side-stepped slightly in your direction. you bumped his arm with a playful glare.

tadashi babbled off an answer, a half-assed one at that. he faltered under the looming shadows of his teammates, betrayal prominent in their faces. as he slouched and brought his hands up to his chest in fear, you shook your head and looked up to your boyfriend.

he looked as if he'd rather be dead.

a new face jumped in front of you, his proximity catching you by surprise. he had his hands on his hips and puffed his chest proudly. you furrowed your eyebrows, racking your brain for a name blonde tuft of hair at the forefront of his brunette cone and a devilish grin that took up most of his face.

"it's nishinoya, right?"

his eyes lit up and the inquisitive demeanor dropped. he looked from tsukishima, to you, back to tsukishima. he swelled with pride and you could've sworn that he'd fallen in love with the blond.

"tsukki," he sang in adoration, "you talk about us?"

"woah, i didn't expect that," daichi laughed, placing a hand on the back of his neck to clamp down on the slight nervousness.

kageyama rolled his eyes, looking off to the court. "we all know it's nothing good anyway."

you smirked, looking up at tsukishima. you had the opportunity to throw him to the wolves, which would undoubtedly bestow a lifetimes worth of teasing. he met your gaze, and a part of you expected a nonverbal plead to keep quiet. instead, his eyes were cold and daring. do it, he challenged.

but you wouldn't. and he knew that. for as long as the teammates would hold the compliments against him, no matter how backhanded they were, he would hold his grudge against you for letting it out in the first place.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n!" sugawara finally stepped forward, waiting his turn.

"you're suga?"

"yeah, that's me. the hair was a giveaway, right?" he chuckled nervously, blushing.

the boys had you guessing their names as they welcomed you to the court, tanaka laughing loudly at his own jokes toward tsukishima. you giggled along until daichi slapped his back as a warning to play nice.

they tried to pry information out of you, anything that could be damaging to tsukishima's reputation. fortunately for him, you kept your mouth shut, instead opting to talk about the team.

"we should go."

tsukishima's voice cut through the bouncing energy of the group.

"what? kei, you still have practice—" you started,

"how can i practice when these idiots are giving me a headache?" he drawled. he looked at you with his eyebrows drawn upward and together. his way of saying please when he couldn't force the word out of his mouth.

grinning, you prompted, "ice cream?"

"fine."

he turned away and walked towards the gym doors leading outside, and you picked up speed to catch up with him. a chorus of mocking "aw"'s were called out from behind.

you waved goodbye to the team, making sure to say how nice it was to meet them. even your goodbye's were cut short, your boyfriend speeding up to reach outside and you scrambled to follow.

once away from the crowd, he linked his hand with yours.

"that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"i'm never hearing the end of it."

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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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a fic with a them and a kitten 🐈‍⬛❤

DANGER!

His instinct wakes him up, the familiar voice inside his head screaming at him to abandon the peaceful slumber and take cover.

Mickey’s eyes flip open to the sight of two beastly orange beams watching him from the darkness, and he scrambles back on the bed in a panic, elbowing Ian right in the back in the process.

“Not in the mood, Mick,” he murmurs sleepily from his side.

With a somewhat self-soothing litany of fuck fuck fuck fuck, Mickey leans over to flick on the table lamp on his nightstand. The creature isn’t on the bed anymore, so it’s probably not a complete idiot with suicidal tendencies (Creeping up on a guy like that, who fuckin’ does that? Only killers and morons, that’s who.), and when Mickey peeks over the edge of the mattress, he finds it sitting on the floor, staring at him with unblinking eyes.

Groaning, he rubs his face.

“What did I say about lettin’ that dirty clump of hair in the bedroom with us?”

To his annoyance, Ian just nuzzles deeper into his pillow, apparently not too preoccupied with the fact that his husband was virtually mauled in his sleep.

“S’not dirty anymore. Gave it a little bath.”

“Yeah? Bet it can still give me like uh—” Mickey blinks rapidly, the motors in his exhausted brain working overtime. “—like uh, rabies or—or AIDS!”

Ian gives a prolonged sigh. “It doesn’t have AIDS.”

“You don’t know that.”

And he really doesn’t, because the way this cat came to (temporarily!) stay with them was almost identical to how all shitty things happened to them.

The short version? They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Ian was too much of a soft bitch to just walk away from the situation and forget it ever happened.

The long version is basically the same but in a bit more words. The vermin must’ve snuck into their apartment complex when they were coming back from the store, full arms of shopping bags obscuring Mickey’s view of his surroundings, and followed them all the way up onto the second floor, lured by the smell of their bullshit organic ham from Whole Foods—or the looks of Mickey’s juicy calves, who could really know for sure.

Mickey only noticed it when they stopped in front of their apartment door, and the thing curled itself around the toe cap of his right boot, hell-bent on digging into it with its sharp claws and kicking it with its hind legs.

And okay, back then, it was sorta funny. Mainly because this was the least predatory behavior Mickey’s ever seen in his life. There was just suddenly this thing—hardly a full-sized cat yet, covered from head to toe in mud that made her hair stick together in little hedgehog-y spikes—which already decided to take on a big scary shoe.

So obviously, Ian’s natural reaction was to start ovulating on the spot and claim they had to take it in.

Fuckin’ soft bitch.

“It’s starin’ at me,” Mickey remarks from the bed as he observes the cat-midget with a scowl. He really had to stop enabling Ian’s savior complex.

“Close your eyes.”

“What if it sneaks up on me again, slits my throat open?”

“You have a fat neck. It would have to dig real deep.”

Deciding the second-rate muff on the floor can wait, for now, Mickey turns to Ian. “Who’s side are you fuckin’ on?” he snips at the back of his head.

“My side,” Ian replies tiredly and then shuffles under his comforter to lie on his other side, facing Mickey. “Look, she was scratching at the door, meowing like crazy. You probably couldn’t hear it over your snores, but I did. What else was I supposed to do?”

Mickey watches him for a second. “I don’t snore.”

“Right.” Rolling his eyes, Ian hauls himself off the bed. “Must be my other husband, then. I always get you two confused.”

He takes out one of his older hoodies from the midsized wardrobe opposite the bed and lays it on top, fluffing it a little, so it forms an impromptu nest. Then, he gently grabs the cat and sits it on there, letting it sniff around the material for a couple of minutes before it finally settles down, leaning its head on its outstretched paws. Its eyes stay on alert.

“They like being high up,” Ian answers Mickey’s questioning looks when he comes back to bed. “So they can monitor us and the room at all times. Makes them feel safe.”

“The fuck did you learn that?”

“Google. Done some quick research last night.”

“Oh! So you become a fuckin’ cat lady in one night, but when I asked you to figure out how we could install a sex swing in the empty room—”

Reaching over him to switch the light off, Ian smacks a kiss on Mickey’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Mick.”

Reluctantly, Mickey closes his mouth, already feeling himself deflate.

Whatever. They’re getting rid of that thing later today.

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“Hey! You’re early,” Ian greets him from the couch. His head propped up on the armrest is the only part of him that Mickey can see from the door, and it makes him chuckle. This way, Ian looks like a magician’s assistant.

“Yeah. The new guys aren’t so useless after all.” Having taken his jacket off, Mickey stalks closer to the couch, his lips already curling into a smirk. “Figured we could use the time better. Maybe take the new toy for a spin. Introduce it to my assho—WHAT THE FUCK is that thing still doing here?”

The surplus pair of eyes regard him from Ian’s chest, quite unperturbed by his outburst as it gets its chin and ears scratched.

“We kinda bonded,” Ian admits sheepishly.

“I can see that.”

In the daylight, and probably after another thorough scrub, the creature’s fur got a vivid, ginger color. Mickey would probably laugh at the resemblance if he wasn’t so set on hating this thing.

“I couldn’t just ditch her. Look at her!” Ian tries to argue, as if looking at it would solve the problem.

Nah, no way. He’s not falling for this dumb big sad eyes crap again. The last time he did, he ended up with a husband in a prissy apartment on the West Side. And now, on top of that, he’ll most likely have to share it with a tiny ass-licker—and not even the kind he likes.

“Bought some stuff,” Ian adds after a pause, motioning in the direction of the kitchen counter where a stack of cans stood next to a bag of dry cat food and cat litter. “She’ll stay with us for some time. Two weeks max, I swear. And we’ll try to find her a new home in the meantime.”

Mickey surveys the counter for another beat. “That’s for two weeks?”

“Mick’s a big eater.”

He swears his eyes grow three times their standard size at that.

“You named it ‘Mick’?” he asks reproachfully.

Ian grimaces. “Yeah? But not on purpose,” he explains apologetically. “I just started telling her about you, and she seemed to perk up every time I mentioned your name. I think she thought it was her name.”

“Great.”

“You said it yourself: Mickey can be a girl’s name, too. And it makes sense because she reminds me of you in so many ways.”

Mickey inspects the cat that’s supposed to be so much like him and finds that during their conversation, she fell asleep and was now letting out these low huffs against Ian’s T-shirt.

And sure, now, in her pacified state, just sprawled like that like a hairy-ass baby on Ian’s chest, Mickey could see himself calling her cute. Maybe. Whatever.

“Even if she looks like your long-lost sister?” he jokes.

“A ginger with Milkovich attitude. Kinda perfect, don’t you think?”

As Mickey watches his big softie of a husband tenderly stroke the cat’s fur, grinning at her as if he was already completely enamored with her, he realizes that he’s smiling, too.

Ah, shit. Mickey’s so fucked.

To be continued. Maybe.

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vanillann · 3 years

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this is how you fall in love (g.w.)

“i had a nightmare but now that i’m not scared”

based off “this is how you fall in love” by chelsea cutler and jeremy zucker

warning: mention of death and nightmares

word count: 1.3k

It was all so incredibly loud, the yelling and the crashing against his mother’s arms. Freddie laid out on the stretcher with ghostly pale skin and dirt over his brow, his normal smile replace by the ghost of a smile.

Ghost.

George could only hope Fred would be a happy ghost as he held his body to his chest, he didn’t deserve to spend the afterlife in pain. Freddie never deserved pain, someone that gentle always got the short end of the stick.

Ron collapsed across from him, his body shaking as he brushes ginger hair from his eye. George had been crying so hard he couldn’t even feel the tears as they stretch the length of his face.

Freddie was dead.

He hadn't been out of Hogwarts but a year or so, yet he was on the floor of the very Great Hall the two would scream jokes at the top of their lungs. They grew up in these halls, yet he was lifeless all the same.

The room was caving in, the roof falling in as everyone ran screaming from the madness. George didn’t move, he couldn’t. He wanted to join Freddie, he didn’t want to be in a world that let young boys die for another young boy, where war was a normal Sunday afternoon.

“George.”

Freddie was calling him, he was going to see Freddie.

“George!”

The voice was panic, yelling for him to move. Did Freddie not want to see him?

“George!”

His body jolted from the pillow, his body clammy against the rough sheets of the Queen size bed. The finger on his shoulder was cool over his skin, calming his racing heart. He glanced around the room, the ceiling was perfectly intact and the dresser across from him told him he wasn’t in the Great Hall.

“Sweets?”

George jumped, whipping around to find his lover’s worried face inches from his own. Their lips in a delicate frown as their finger drew constellations over his freckles.

It was all a sick twisted dream. Fred died four years ago, he was long gone from the Burrow and the joke shop.

“Do you want something to drink?”

He couldn’t explain the release he felt hearing their voice, as if they pulled the nasty roots from his soil in order to plant the prettiest tulips. As if just their voice could ground him back to the world.

“Maybe,” his voice was hoarse, “some tea?”

They rushed from bed, their finger leaving a warmth against his skin as they hurried from the room. They didn’t bother putting on a robe in the freezing house in the late hours of a December night. George was the only thing on their mind.

He slowly eased from the bed, slipping out onto the carpet on the floor. His slippers would’ve only made his feet sweat, he was still coming down from the cold sweats, but he grabs the blue robe flung over the chair. Draping it over his arm, slowly making his way down the narrow hall of the house.

The pictures hung on the wall bought a small smile to his face, his mother and his lover holding one another and Percy with the twins before they ever entered Hogwarts. The wall on the right was dedicated to pictures of Fred, ones of (Y/N) and Fred from the Great Hall, and family pictures at the Burrow. George wished he took more pictures, he never liked how he looked enough, but he wished he would’ve just to have a small piece of Fred still with him.

His feet slide across the hardwood floor, easily finding (Y/N) rushing around the kitchen in the bright kitchen light. They glide around the room like a ballroom, their feet jumping over every loose board and missing each corner by an inch. They were used to the quirks of the kitchen they had lived in so long. They fit right in with the soft yellow walls and the green high stools as if the moment was out of a film the muggle would give awards too.

“You should’ve stayed in bed,” George was bought back, watching as they pour some tea into the mug.

“I hated the way the sheets felt on my legs,” he walked through the threshold, leaning on the small kitchen island while studying their face. Their lip held between their teeth and their eyebrows so focused on the milk mixture with the golden liquid.

“I’ll change ‘em, put the silks on,” they slide the tea across the island, trying to move around the change the sheets in the hurry. George stuck his arm out, grabbing their bicep before they could make it to the living room.

“Please don’t leave.”

Their body was beside his in a second, their finger tracing on his shoulder again, as if they weren’t running from the room seconds ago. He never thought people were meant to be fixed, no it never made sense, but he couldn’t help but feel grounded just by their touch alone.

“You always make it better,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he took a small sip from his cup. Perfect, just like he would’ve made it himself.

“I’m just here for you,” their breath fanning over his back, the sticky sweat running from the sweet breath of his lover.

“How do you do it so easily? How do you make it better?”

George never thought anyone would comfort him like Freddie, they were twins. You couldn’t match their bond, and while they didn’t, (Y/N) always could touch him on a different level. Of course, they could really touch him, like their finger on his skin or the kisses on his neck, but the grip they had on his heart was like a headlock.

“Love,” they answer would’ve made George laugh at any other time, telling them they watch too much Disney, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“You think?”

“I know, falling in love can make things better when done right,” their chin rested on his back. He felt so at home like the nightmare was thought away in a far-off land.

“How do you do that? Falling in love?”

George knew he loved (Y/N), they’ve been saying it and showing it for years, but he never quite remember how it happened. He couldn’t recall a moment in time where he came to the conclusion, he just remembered saying it one day and saying it every day after that.

“This,” their words were confident, “this is how you fall in love.”

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t pinpoint it because there wasn’t a moment where it wasn’t like this. They always held him and made his tea perfect, never pushing to talk about anything. He always wondered about the world and they always seemed to have an answer, even when they didn’t. It had always been like this for the two, it was always like this between them. They had been slowly falling in love before every poet and writer’s very eyes, but at this moment as their finger traced stars on his back and the heat from the tea fanned over his chin, he knew his love was always this deep.

“I love you,” his arm wrapped around their shoulder, bringing them against his chest.

“I love you,” their eyelashes brushed against his pale skin, making his heart rate spike out of pure enjoyment of the domestic life before him.

He knew Freddie would be watching him, a proud smile on his face as he held on to his rock. He knew Freddie would want someone like (Y/N) to take care of him if he couldn’t do it himself.

He knew Freddie could feel the love he felt even from the afterlife.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Where Was She?- George Weasley x Female Reader

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Summary: Taking a trip through Diagon Alley to help your nephew pick out robes and books for her first day at Hogwarts should of been uneventful, and it was until your niece was very excited to look inside a colorful shop, with a ginger with a top hat on top.

Kody: Ha, it rhymes. I am just hilarious. Also i’m giving them names, cause i can and if i don’t i’ll get confused lmao. Also changing some plot for this story lol.

House: Ex- Gryffindor / Half blood

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, George being a simp, Fred being utterly confused half the time, that good fluff

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you were currently stirring a bowl of cupcake batter when the house phone rang. In a quick haste, you drop the whisk in the sink and ran over to the living room and towards the house phone. You pick it up and press and the call button before holding it up to your ear.

“L/n residence. Who am i speaking to?” you ask in a polite manner as you wiped your hand on the pink apron you wore. “Hey Y/n, it’s me Kai. So i just got a last minute meeting and i won’t be able to take Aedyn to diagon alley to get his books, robes and such. I have money to give you and such”

you could hear the irritation in his voice, he hated missing important memory making moments with his son, but he really needed the money considering his wife dipped when Aedyn was born. You smile lightly, having not been back to Diagon Alley in year since you graduated. You missed it.

“no problem, i’ll make sure to take a ton of pictures for you. Don’t worry about it, i get to see some of my old classmates and i’m fine with paying- “ “-no Y/n, i’m paying” Kai tried to interject, but you made screeching noise with your mouth. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Your cutting out. Love you!” you quickly hung up.

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the day had arrived and you wore a black turtleneck with a burnt orange button up as well as black pants. You had just arrived to Diagon Alley with Aedyn and he seemed a bit upset. “hey dude, you alright?” you asked, nudging his shoulder with your arm. He shrugged, looking ahead.

“i just thought that dad would take me shopping, i know he isn’t a wizard or anything. It’s just-” you stop walking and crouch down to height “Yeah i get it, i loved going to Diagon Alley with my parents, but let’s make the most out of this yeah? Your witchy aunt has got your back!”

your enthusiasm seemed to cheer him up as the corners of his mouth turned up “Okay, the first thing on the list is robes” he says, pulling a sheet of folded up paper from his back pocket. You smile and stand back up “Robes it is, onwards my dear nephew”

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after buying about three sets of robes as well as uniform shirts and pants, you both went to get textbooks, which was super boring. Once you had finished stacking all the textbooks, you held them all by a string. Aedyn didn’t seem to want a animal, you didn’t either when you attended Hogwarts.

as you walked with Aedyn, you felt a tug on your sleeve “Oh, can we go in there!” he says, you look to where he was pointing and saw a shop decorated in orange and hints of purple. Looking up, you saw a statue picking up it’s top hat. Oh. OH. “the weasleys wizard wheezes?” you ask, looking down at him.

he met your gaze and tilts his head “Have you been there before?” he questions and you nod your head once “Yeah. Once. It was when it first opened though, so it may have changed” you spoke, shrugging it off. You grab his head and walk into the colorful shop.

how much has changed?

as you step in, your almost overwhelmed by the variety of things in the shop. It really didn’t change much. There were kids running around and parents who seemed displeased at there kids dashing through the place. A feeling of nostalgia ran through you.

“Aedyn!”

“Luke!”

your nephew turns up to look at you “Can me and luke check out the shop together?” he asked eagerly, making you chuckle. You nod once and both of the boys run off. You sigh contently and place the textbooks down near the umbrella holder. Stuffing your hands in your pocket, you began to casually stroll around.

the Weasley’s wizard wheezes. What a cool place. “Welcome miss. First time?” you turn to face one of the ginger haired twins in the flesh, wearing a orange sweater and beige pants. George Weasley. you give him a polite smile, collecting yourself quickly.

“Thank you. Um- no not my first time. I came here with Hermione Granger when you guys first opened.” you explain, tapping your foot on the ground. He raises a brow. You seemed to have spiked his interest “You know Hermione? How come i’ve never seen you before?”

you shrug your shoulders, making a clueless face. “I’ve been told i blend into the background, so that could be why” you say. He steps closer to you, analyzing your face “How could i have missed you? Were you on any teams?” guess you were playing twenty questions now.

you stifle a laugh as you began to walk around once more, the twin sticking to your side “No, i never liked attention. I did watch all the quidditch tournaments- Oh! I started the weakly quidditch magazine for the school” you say, thinking he remember seeing it somewhere or maybe he had read it before?

you watch his honey colored eyes light up “Oh! yeah i read that. Wait- if i remember correctly you wrote one just about me” his smile turned into a grin. Oh how embarrassing. You chuckle bashfully as you use your hand to cover your mouth for a second “Yes. I did. You were a quidditch heartthrob. It sold well”

you hear him gasp loudly and watch as he places a hand over his chest, where his heart was “You used my face to sell magazines?” he said. Wait a minute. “How do you know i put your face in the article?” you question, your own grin forming. A bashful smile makes a way onto his face.

“I bought one for myself” he spoke and you burst into a fit of laughter at his confession “Oh wow, Mr. Weasley” you say, joking with the formality. You both were now making your way back to the entrance, where you two had started your journey in the first place.

“Just call me George.”

you two then talked for what felt like hours, but in reality it was twenty minutes. You both had a lot of common interest and soon enough. The Weasley started to flirt with you. It was playful and cute and you found it adorable coming from him. As he reached to push a strand of hair from your face and loud shout was heard.

“Were late! We are so late!” Aedyn came running from the top story of the shop “Dad said to be home an hour ago!” and with that he ran out the shop. You E/c eyes widen. Oh shit. You quickly grab up the textbooks, a confused George staring at you. “Wait, your leaving?”

“Yes” you force out as you quickly rushed out the shop, George following. He stops in front and watches as you run away “When can i see you again?!- What’s your name?!” he shouts, catching the attention of a few wizards and witches passing by.

you give him a quick smile before you turn the corner, leaving his sight completely. What’s the fun in that right?

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“Hey George. I’m back!” Fred Weasley called out from the shared home. He raised a brow when there was no answer and walked down the hallway, he turns the handle of Georges room and pushes the door open. He sees boxes scattered everywhere.

George was sitting on the floor, looking through stacks of old school papers “What in the bloody hell is going on?” Fred asked, looking a his brother strangely. George snaps his head towards his brother and stands up quickly. “Do you remember the weakly quidditch magazine?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know where i kept the one written about me?”

“Yes”

“Where is it?”

“...I’ll be right back”

Fred left the room and returned a couple minutes later with an tattered magazine “Your article is on page 5-” George ripped the magazine from his brothers hand and began to turn the pages rapidly “Okay then” Fred walks over to sit on George’s bed.

“Found it! When George Weasley isn’t pulling pranks. He is expertly playing the quidditch field, just like yesterday's game. Taking out both Ravenclaw beaters at the same time. Charming, good looking, funny, and skilled. No wonder the girl’s of Hogwarts are fawning over Gryffindors beater. -Y/n L/n”

George smiled brightly “Y/n L/n, that’s her name..She called me good looking. Where was she when i was at Hogwarts?” he gushed, making Fred roll his eyes “Your talking about Y/n? How is she doing, heard her nephew is starting Hogwarts soon. I was supposed to meet her today, but i got caught up”

George’s head snapped like an owl towards his brother “You know her? Did you sleep with her Freddy? You horny bastard. You just had to sleep with half of the girls at Hogwarts didn’t you? Couldn’t leave anyone for me? First Lavender brown then Hermione Granger, now Y/n. What the hell man?”

Fred waited for his brother to stop talking with a irritated expression “First of all. I didn’t sleep with her. Second of all, we kept in touch because i thanked her for writing an article about me, like she did for you. Also! You didn’t notice her, because your fucking stupid. I’m making dinner” he announced.

he stood from the bed and walked out the room. George pouted “Can we have mac and cheese?!”

“No!........Okay fine!”

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fast forward to about two weeks and Aedyns birthday was coming up. He had taken a liking to quidditch and you wanted to get him a new broom. It was a bit chilly outside so you decided on black high waisted skin tight jeans, a light grey long sleeve t-shirt, and a heather grey and a charcoal colored button up.

“Quality Quidditch Supplies” you read out loud, this was definitely the place where she saw kids get brooms. You step in and began to look around at the broom’s, wondering which was a good fit for your nephew. You were looking at the Nimbus collection when a ginger haired boy jumps out from behind it.

you jump back a bit “George?! What the hell. You almost gave me a heart attack!” you shout. He smiles nervously “So after our last encounter, i found that article you wrote about me” he spoke. You rolled your eyes and began to look at the broom’s once again “Okay” you said plainly.

“You said i was good looking and charming. Y/n L/n” he says, a twinkle of pride in his eye. “Your also friends with my brother and didn’t tell me” he said, that pride turning into slight jealousy.”You didn’t ask” you said simply said, his eye twitched in irritation.

“Anyway, i was wondering if you could go out with me- like on date. Next saturday?” he says, you saw the hopeful look in his eyes as you looked from the broom to him. Aw. “No” you said, waiting to see his reaction. He blinks mindlessly for a couple of seconds “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have asked-”

“-I have to watch a quidditch match. It’s my job for the witch weekly. i report for the local matches. I would love to go some other time” you say, giving him a genuine smile. He rubs the back of his neck “That’s the only time i’m free this mouth! Oh how ‘bout i go with you?” he asked.

you shrugged “I’m okay with that. I’ll be distracted half the time though” you explain. He smiles happily “Wicked. Plus, i’d like to see you all focused. I bet it’s cute” he said, leaning in close, his hand placed on the shelf above your head. There goes the flirting again.

you pretend to not have heard him and reach into your pocket for a piece of paper and pen. He tilts his head curiously and tries to read what you were writing, but you shielded him away with your hand. “What’re?-” he was cut off when you walked passed him and grabbed a Nimbus infinity.

you walk up to the counter and pay for the broom. It was quite costly, but you didn’t mind. George followed like a lost puppy, until you both made it outside. You turn around and hand him the paper. George grabs the note and reads an address? “What is this?” he asked. Boys are so dumb.

“Write me sometime, Weasley. I’ll see you on saturday” with those parting words, you turn on your heels and began to walk away with a sway of your hips. George sighed deeply as a warm feeling invaded in every being “Merlin. Fred was right. I’m whipped.”

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the week spent apart was quite wholesome. George wrote you kind letters, sometimes flirty ones and send you small treats within them. Once he sent a pressed flower, a marigold. You didn’t think he have such a soft side to him. Each day a new letter came and you grew to like the Weasley boy more and more.

the day had finally arrived when you would be attending the quidditch match. You wore a black turtleneck and heather grey pants, paired with regular sneakers. You were waiting at the entrance for the weasley boy, looking up t the sky. It looked like it was about to storm. Hopefully it would clear up soon.

“Hey!” a bright cheery voice shouted. You look back down to see George coming up to you. His shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose strands framing his face. He wore a burnt orange sweater with white and brown plaid pants. Style.

you smile lightly and nod your head towards him “Hello” you spoke and watch as his honey colored eyes gazed at your outfit “Your looking ravishing, per usual” his comment made you snort. You shake your head and wave your hand “C’mon. I have front row seats” you say, making his eyes go wide.

“Woah! Really!?”

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you both were seated in the bleachers with an amazing view of the game. You took out a notepad along with a pen, getting ready to take notes. George watched you as the game started. You bit your bottom lip when you were ‘in the zone’ as you would call it. George would call it cute.

the match was highly eventful and George had a wonderful time watching, especially the small breaks when you would talk to him. He would occasionally feed you popcorn as your wrote. Gotta make sure you were fed. You secretly liked it.

the match came to an end when one of the teams caught the snitch and the crowd roared in applause and boos. George stood up, cheering while you politely stood alongside him, clapping your hands. The cheers began to die down as heavy rain poured out of nowhere.

people began to scramble out of the bleachers like ants so they could apparate out of there. You look at George who’s hair was damp, strands of ginger hair sticking to the side of his face. he was just staring at you “What?” you call out over the loud sounds of the rain.

“I had a great time. I wish i had met you in Hogwarts so i could of had a cool girlfriend writing articles about me. Is it okay if i make up for lost time?” he said, your heart melting a his words. How smooth. A smile grew on your face “i’d love that” you said and that was all George needed.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Rain came down on both of you and your notes were most likely destroyed, but you were too in the moment to care. You two eventually left the bleachers and apparated to your place where you gave him a change of clothes and hot tea.

the day ended with you two cuddled up on your couch, next to the fireplace and it couldn’t be more perfect.

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Kody: the sheer amount of writers block this shit gave me was insane. Anyways, peace.

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marmosa · 4 years

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Can i request a fred x reader where theyre friends and then one day freds like, yeah she’s cute...holy shit i like her. Or something along those lines?? Your writing is the best!

thank you so much for the compliment and for the support! i’m a sucker for the friends to lovers trope so this request got me super excited skhfbskfj. hope you like it, love <3!

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“You know, for someone who’s the life of the party, you are terrible at showing up on time to parties,” [y/n] scolded Fred, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him down next to her on the couch.

“First off, the life of the party is always fashionably late, it’s written in the rulebook. Secondly, you’ve got to be more careful or I would’ve spilled my drink all over you,” Fred replied, rolling his eyes and elbowing her in the side playfully.

“Rulebook? What rulebook? The rulebook for morons?” she lulled, sticking out her tongue, jerking to the side to avoid another elbow to her side, “Fine! Whatever you say certified party animal, it doesn’t matter you didn’t really miss anything anyway.”

“I know I didn’t, because the party never truly starts until George and I have showed up,” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever, that’s only because you haven’t managed to spike the punch yet,” she scoffed, swirling her plastic cup in his face.

“Me? Spike the punch? How dare you accuse me of something so inappropriate! I’m frankly offended you’d think of me so lowly, [y/l/n],” He scoffed in offense, throwing his hand over his head in mock hurt.

“Oh yes, because you are the epitome of rule following, Percy would get a kick out of hearing that,” she snickered, taking a sip of her drink to avoid Fred’s disgruntled look.

“You’ve been fraternizing with the enemy now? I ‘ought to cut you off completely. Honestly woman you’re playing a dangerous game here,” Fred scolded her, shaking his head.

“It bothers you that much? Wonder how you’d take it if I told you he asked me on a date,” she hummed, biting back a smile when Fred’s face fell faster then a quidditch player off their broom.

“You’re bluffing. [y/n] so help me god if you’re serious I will never speak to you again,” He replied flat out, his voice void of any humor.

[y/n] started giggling then broke out into full laughter though it was impossible to tell in the crowded and noisy room. She had to lean over and clutch her stomach as Fred continued staring her down, refusing to back down on his front until he received a clear answer.

“I’m serious [y/n], take it back or I will never speak to you again,” He repeated, his deadpan expression turning into a frown.

“Alright! Alright, goodness, he’s a git not the devil, Fred. But don’t go getting your wand in a twist, he’s hasn’t done anything of the sort,” she chuckled, still heaving from her fit of laughter.

“Good. I’d kill him if he did,” Fred replied simply, standing up and stretching his limbs, “anyway, we’re here to party, care to join me on the dance floor?”

He motioned to the small crowd of people in the center of the common room that had been cleared out for more space, setting down his drink and offering her his hand. She smiled back at him and nodded, taking his hand and quickly setting her drink down as he dragged her behind him to the dance floor.

They started vibing to the music, jumping and swaying to the beat of the music rolling off the record player. No one was sure how they kept coming up with the latest tunes on vinyl, however everyone had dropped any sort of interest in figuring it out in fear of losing their new music privilege's.

“You’re a rubbish dancer,” Fred called over the music, receiving a confused look from [y/n].

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her sleeve pulling her into him and steadying her with a firm hand on her waist, “I said you’re a rubbish dancer, let me show you how it’s done.”

Before [y/n] could get out a defensive remark in she was being spun in a circle by Fred, a surprised yelp leaving her lips before he pulled her back in and continued swaying with her side to side. She couldn’t help but smile at his antics, letting herself indulge in the moment, slinging her arms around his neck as he continued his theatrics, mouthing the words to the song.

They continued like that until [y/n]’s friend weaved her way into the crowd and pulled her away for a moment to talk, leaving Fred to his own devices. He took the opportunity to take a break himself, heading back to the concessions table for a new drink as he knew there was no chance of finding his old one.

He leaned against the entrance to the boys dormitory, scanning the room for anyone familiar, his eyes landing on [y/n] giggling with her friends about something. His heart started to flutter in his chest as he watched her hide her face in her hands as her friends all agreed on something that seemingly embarrassed her.

Wait. Fred stopped staring at her and cast his gaze down to his drink. Why was his heart beating in his chest so fast? He looked back up and saw [y/n] glance over at him with a small smile, passing him a wave before turning back to her friends who were now hotly debating something. He blew air out from between his lips and quickly rushed up to his dormitory to go sit by a window, feeling his face heat up more than he’d like it to in that sweltering hot room.

He dodged a few stragglers on the stairs, his heart still racing as his mind replayed their shared dance, her laughter, her smile, her. He shoved his hands in his pockets before bursting into his room, thanking god it was empty so he could be spared of any embarrassment at his emotional epiphany.

She’s so pretty, he thought to himself, sitting down next to the nearest window and pushing it open, sighing in relief as the cool air rushed over his hot skin. Has she always been this pretty? With a groan his head hit the back of the wall with a thud, his fingers fiddling with the fraying ends of his jeans. She definitely has.

“Well, don’t you look lonely, Mr. life of the party.”

Fred’s head snapped to the side as his heart picked up pace once more, cursing at the most untimely appearance of the last person he needed to see right now, “I’m not lonely, it’s just hotter than hell down there and I need some fresh air.”

“Going to be honest, same here. But you look,” she shrugged, shuffling over and plopping down in front of him, “flustered. What’s up?”

Fred cursed again, wanting to shove his face into the wall and scream, that’s what he gets for catching feelings for one of his best friends, “Nothing’s up. I’m a ginger lest you forget. I could turn red just because the sun blinked at me.”

“Good point,” she hummed, tapping the tips of her shoes against his, “I know you though and I know that’s a pile of rubbish. But I don’t want to ruin your fun so I won’t dig, but I’ll get my answer eventually.”

“Whatever, that’s what you always say,” He rolled his eyes, staring out the window to ignore her drilling stare and raised eyebrow.

“You enjoy the attention, don’t lie,” she stuck out tongue, blowing a raspberry at him.

“You’re a smartass you know that,” he mumbled, bumping her in the shin with his heel.

“Your smartass,” she retorted, not noticing the way Fred’s eyes widened at the implication, “But enough of me pestering you, George was looking for you, said something about a plan and fireworks, didn’t stick around long enough to explain the rest, so you should probably head back downstairs.”

Fred sighed and visibly relaxed, his pranking expertise now rushing to the forefront of his mind as he pushed down his feelings to deal with later, “Will do, but only if you come with me, I don’t think we’ve done enough dancing for one night.”

“Agreed! Onward then,” She cheered, pushing herself up and offering Fred a hand, a cheery grin plastered on her face.

“Can do,” He replied, taking her hand as she pulled him along.

He smiled to himself softly, squeezing her hand gently as she started to ramble on about how she wanted in on whatever he and George were planning, though he was hardly paying attention to the subject matter and more to the lilt in her voice.

He was in for a wild night.

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fugitive-96 · 3 years

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The Witching Hour (A TG/TF story)

"Okay we all ready for this?" Trish asked.

"As ready as we'll ever be." Blake replied.

"Ted, start the tape." Trish said.

Ted walked over to the table with the tape recorder and hit record.

"You ready Angela?" Trish said over to Angela who was sitting on the floor in front of a Ouija board opposite Henry.

"The time is 03:00 AM, Halloween night 1989. We are standing in the basement of the long abandoned Hall House where we are about to attempt contact with the astral plane." Trish spoke into her small recorder.

The four friends had long been shunned in school for being interested in the supernatural, more specifically their beliefs in things like psychic powers, various forms of spirits, and other creatures from urban legends.

The group of friends was made up of two boys and two girls. Blake who was currently standing by with a camera was tall with slicked back black hair and a set of thin spectacles and was dressed in a poorly made Frankenstein Monster's costume, albeit he'd removed the makeup. The second boy was Ted who was operating the various equipment such as the speakers and the large tape recorder sitting on the table who was average height with slightly long but messy blonde hair and was dressed in a denim jacket and jeans. Henry who was slightly chubby compared to the other two and was sporting a ginger mullet matching the freckles on his face and was wearing a yellow and green high school football jacket and was operating the Ouija board along with Angela, and whilst he wasn't a member of their group he decided to tag along after Trish and Angela invited him. Angela was the quietest of the group, but was also the one with the most extreme ideas, she was dressed in what she called her usual 'gothic punk' getup with shoulder length black hair, a black tank top and jeans, along with various studded items around her thin arms and a pair of studs on her lips which along with her eyes were done up in black makeup whilst the rest of her face was pale white. Lastly there was Trish who was the 'leader' of the group with big frizzy blonde hair and large glasses, who was sporting a green jacket and baggy clothes more appropriate for the cold weather.

The five of them had decided to spend their Halloween night in Hall House, an abandoned Manor house that had stood in their town for many years as an allegedly haunted location due to its dark history, needless to say this house was the location of murders and seances over the years. Angela was the one who suggested that they conduct their 'experiment' there, as it had been 100 years since the horrific events in the house had taken place.

They had gone down to the lower levels of the house where the events took place, and after setting up their equipment on the table they illuminated the room with only candles and were now about to begin.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Ted asked.

"*sigh* You bring this up now!" Trish replied angrily, stopping her tape recorder.

"It's just we're trespassing! I'm all for discovering what lies beyond and all that, but this doesn't really feel safe, I mean I don't think the spirits here would appreciate Angela breaking the front door of their house."

"You heard Angela, this could be our one chance to do this!" Trish responded.

"Could we get on with this already, I'm not sitting on this stone floor all night." Henry complained.

"Yeah Trish is right, we're here now so lets do this." Blake added.

"You heard them." Trish said to Ted

"Fine, but I've got a bad feeling abo-"

"Don't say it Ted, you are not jinxing this!" Trish spat.

"Anyway, back to it." She said resuming her recording.

"Okay Angela, go for it."

As Angela was about to begin Blake got his camera ready whilst Ted resumed the large tape recorder on the table which was picking up any background noise whilst a radio next to it was skipping through channels.

"Spirits, can you here us?" Angela said aloud looking up.

The planchet then began moving slowly towards yes.

"Holy crap is it actually working!" Henry blurted out.

"Shhh! *At 03:04* the planchet answered yes." Trish whispered into her recorder as Blake took a shot.

"Spirits, can you show yourselves to us?" Angela then asked

"That seems a bit direct." Blake murmured under his breath before Trish shot him a glare.

After a few seconds the planchet didn't move.

"Spirits, can you still here me?" Angela asked but again nothing happened.

Trish looked over at Ted who was still surfing through radio channels but was receiving nothing. They waited for a few more minutes but again nothing happened.

"This blows! That first bit was totally just Angela moving it by herself" Henry blurted out.

"SHHH! Be quiet Henry!" Trish whispered angrily.

"Or what, nothing's happening! Hey spirits what color's my hair?" He asked before clearly forcing the planchet over the correct letters causing Angela's head to sink in disappointment.

"*Chuckle* Hey spirits what's my favourite colour?" Blake chimed in as Henry forced the planchet again.

"It says green."

"Holy shit it really is a g-g-g-ghost!" Blake replied dramatically.

Trish then aggressively turned off her recorder and slammed it on the table.

"You're ruining it!" She yelled at Blake and Henry.

"There's nothing to ruin, nothing's happened." Blake replied.

"We were getting something!" Trish yelled back.

"Sure we were, I wouldn't have even shown up to this if it weren't for Angela being hot, and now how's the rest of the football team gonna treat me when they find out that I spent Halloween night with losers in a dusty old basement!" Henry said.

"Technically this is- was a crematorium." Ted replied.

"Hey it's because of you we started late." Blake said to Ted who just shrugged it off and continued using the radio.

"Oh shut up, if you weren't at that stupid party we could've started even earlier!" Trish yelled at Blake.

"Last time I checked the witching hour didn't start at 02:47! How are we even supposed to see anything if the room's only lit by fucking candles!" Blake yelled back.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO THIS!" Ted yelled gesturing to the radio.

Blake, Trish and Henry all crowded around as Ted began to oscillate between radio channels which was creating a strange sound.

"Is that... breathing?" Blake asked, triggering Trish to quickly grab her tape recorder.

"Maybe it's just some old fart with a ham radio." Henry said.

"Between channels, is that even a thing?" Ted replied.

"I thought you were a nerd?" Henry replied.

"Yeah ask me about comic books any day, I don't know how radios work." Ted replied.

As they continued to listen it was clear that they were hearing a voice, albeit it was very raspy and they weren't saying anything, until suddenly...

"GET OUT!" A voice yelled through the radio causing the four of them to jump away from the table, the static now sounding louder than ever.

"What the fuck was that!" Henry yelled, but the others were speechless.

The radio then started skipping sharply through channels, back and forth sounding like a knife tearing through electricity. All of a sudden the tape begin spinning faster and faster before it erupted into sparks along with all the other equipment causing the four of them to duck. As they slowly crept back up they each grabbed one of the many torches that were sitting on the table and after checking that they still worked pointed them towards the burned and blown up remains of the radio, but the sharp sound of it skipping channels was still somehow going, however after a few seconds it abruptly stopped.

The four of them sighed with relief simultaneously before realizing that the sharp sound of the radio going back and forth was now replaced with the sound of wood scraping back and forth.

All four of them slowly turned towards the direction of the sound and were greeted by the sight of Angela, still with her head hung low obscuring her face from view, as she violently scrapped the planchet against the now very worn looking board. She then abruptly stopped and crept forward slightly before looking up at the four of them, the light form their torches revealing her eyes to be nearly completely whited out aside from a tiny black dot of a pupil in each one.

"She's here." Angela said in a now deeper voice with a wicked grin.

"Oh fuck." Blake stammered. Suddenly the furnaces in the crematorium that hadn't been used in over 100 years ignited with roaring flames behind Angela, as slowly a circular pattern formed in the floor between her and the others, which then began to rot and sink down as what looked like blood began to seep through it until it looked like a small pool of it formed.

The four stood there speechless as slowly a woman rose out of the blood. She had pale skin and white hair, with sharp black eyebrows and what looked like red makeup around her eyes and lips. Her nails were sharp and black with crosses painted on them, in fact she also had small crosses under her eyes and studs in her nose and belly button. She wore some form of black headdress with various beads and spikes sticking from it along with angels sculpted on it. Her body was only covered by a corset that was laced in the middle showing off some of her stomach and a bra-like chest piece, both of which looked to be made from some thick leather-like material which connected down to straps holding thigh high black heeled boots onto her legs. She rose out of the floor with her eyes closed and her hands on her chest with blood dripping from her mouth down her chest and arms, her expression looking almost as though she was experiencing pleasure as she rose from her bloody gateway.

"Ooh It's good to be back here." She said as she lowered her arms from her chest and stretched her body before opening her eyes and looking at the four people in front of her.

"So, you're the two who mocked my arrival?" She said looking at Blake and Henry.

"W...we didn't mean it.. hones-" Henry began to blurt out but it was too late, the woman had pointed her finger at the two of them and purple electricity began crackling around their bodies. Their clothes were burned away as their bodies levitated as the two of them twitched and squirmed, Blake's glasses falling to the floor.

Trish and Ted backed up in shock at what they were witnessing, still speechless with their jaws hanging open.

Soon Blake and Henry's bodies were completely covered by black clouds which began swirling around them along with the electricity flashing, their screams of pain filling the room. Soon there came the sound of bones cracking and flesh rearranging and tightening as their screams turned more feminine, and during the occasional flash of electricity Trish and Ted could see their silhouettes inside the black clouds twisting and contorting as their figures became thinner and more delicate, along with certain areas becoming a lot more pronounced. During this their screams of pain shifted to moans of pleasure, then to slightly more animalistic sounds. Before long the clouds began to dissipate as their bodies became visible.

Trish and Ted stared in shock at the sight of what was formerly Blake and Henry, now in their place stood two women wrapped in black fur robes that draped down to the floor but left their bodies visible from the chest and shoulder area up. Their skin was now chalk white with pointed eyebrows and long black hair with short fringes. They had eyeliner that went off in streaks to the sides of their faces whilst black liquid dripped from their now whited out eyes. Their lips were also black and their noses were studded; their now pointed ears had circular black earrings and they each had a small necklace with a skull around their necks. They crouched there snarling with vampire-like fangs as their delicate hands with pointed black nails ran across their bodies.

"Come now my pets." The woman said causing the two of them to slink over to her crouching down behind her on each side.

"W.. what did you do to them?!" Ted yelled in a fearful tone.

"Oh them, I made them into my personal demonic hell spawn, they'll be keeping me company from now on, doing my bidding for the rest of their existence." She said as she ran her hands over their heads.

"Oh but don't worry your friends won't complain." She said with a grin.

"Now, I think introductions are in order." She said clapping her hands together.

"I am Kiniva, high ranking Demon Mistress of Hell." She announced with a grin, however noticing the lack of change on Ted and Trish's still shocked expressions her grin turned to a look of disappointment.

"Is that really how you respond to my presence!" She said angrily, before then calming down and looking intently around the room.

"Now, I believe I have business to attend to here." She continued as she very slowly began walking towards Ted and Trish, her hips swaying gracefully as she put one foot in front of the other, clearly knowing how to carry herself in the sexiest way possible with her figure silhouetted against the roaring flames behind her.

"W.. what do you want?" Trish asked nervously as she and Ted held each other fearfully as they backed up further into the corner of the room.

"Well, my loyal follower has spent many years waiting for this day." She said turning her head gesturing towards Angela.

"Wait.. what?!"

"Oh yes Ted, Angela here is the latest in a long line of followers going back over 100 years, dedicated out of shier multi-generational loyalty." She said turning around giving Angela a smile.

"Oh yeah well taste this!" Trish yelled pulling out a large crucifix and pointing it at Kiniva.

"What do you think I am, a Vampire?!" Kiniva replied angrily raising a hand to her face as she snapped her fingers causing the crucifix to erupt into flames in Trish's hand.

"Guess you didn't notice the crosses on my face." She said pointing to her face.

"But that's a holy item, it should repel you!" "Well you see Trish when you're as powerful as I am there isn't really much that can stop you, displaying that on my body wasn't enough to tell you that." She replied holding up her cross patterned nails. "Anyway enough of the small talk, I have things to do here." "What things?" Ted asked. "Well firstly I awarded my loyal follower who will now willingly accompany me back to hell as my apprentice, and those two boys were just a warmup, it's about time I had some real fun, starting with you Trish." "What are you talking about, why me!? Wasn't Blake and Henry enough?" "Oh no they were being punished for being impolite to a Demon, but you have much deeper sins." Kiniva replied with a chuckle. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean, my follower latched on to your group due to your interests in my realm, but you didn't want to summon me to discover new worlds, new experiences, you just wanted to boost your ego."

Trish looked speechless. "It's no secret, you wanted to conduct this ritual just to prove you were right over all those other people, just knowing that I existed was enough, but you knew the danger I posed to the world and yet you went ahead without a care in the world. You didn't even show concern over your two companions over there being made into unholy creatures of hell, and that's not even the worst of it."

Trish was beginning to turn red as Ted looked at her confused.

"What's she talking about?" "Oh Ted didn't you know, she only let Henry tag along because she and Angela knew that in all of the previous rituals they had a sacrifice for me." Kiniva replied. "Is that true?" Ted asked Trish. "I...It didn't matter, he was a bully to me for two years straight back in middle school, he had it coming!" Trish blurted out through tears as she let go of Ted.

Ted stood there even more horrified and confused. "Oh Trish, it's alright. Doing something that horrible is considered admirable where I'm from." Kiniva replied as she stepped close to her.

As Trish stood there a sniveling mess Kiniva took her in her arms and held her close, running a hand over her hair.

"I'm proud of what you've done, you're officially a corrupted soul." Kiniva replied before lifting Trish's head up so they were face to face. "And you know what happens to corrupted souls." She said as her voice became much deeper before her eyes began to glow red as she held Trish in place who was screaming desperately as she tried to escape.

Trish let out a loud gasp as her waist was crushed inwards by a corset that had materialized over her torso, the binds creaking and tightening. A long black dress billowed out from the bottom of the corset covering her legs as it puffed out, and whilst it wasn't visible she could feel her feet raise as her trainers morphed into heels whilst her clothes under the dress vanished and were replaced with more appropriate undergarments. Her clothes on her upper body began to change also, with the neckline of her shirt widening and lowering down exposing an ample amount of cleavage that was being raised up by the corset, whilst her outer jacket darkened as it morphed into the upper section of the dress, with puffy shoulders, long black sleeves and dotted gloves that left her hands visible through them. An elaborate necklace formed around her neck along with earrings whilst makeup materialized onto her lips, giving them a dark gold coat whilst her eyebrows and eyes also became adorned with makeup. With the way she looked now she looked as though she belonged to a different time period.

Trish could barely express her shock at what she was experiencing as Kiniva held her in place by the head, forcing her to stare at her glowing red eyes as Trish could only imagine what was happening to her body. As Kiniva loosened her grip on Trish's head Trish's blonde hair began turning a dark brown as it lost it's frizzy look as it began to elegantly drape down her shoulders in a slightly curled appearance, before it suddenly began whipping around as it reformed on top of her head into an extravagant yet still elegantly styled bun.

Trish was speechless as she took in her new appearance, but soon noticed her whole body beginning to fade in colour; her clothes and skin were draining into a more washed out colour, but more disturbing was how her entire form was beginning to look old and flakey, not like an older person but rather like her skin and clothes were now made of a weathered material.

"Ted... help me.. please.." She begged but her voice was fading too, becoming quieter until no sound came from her lips, even her movements were becoming much slower and weaker, almost as though she'd fall apart if she wasn't careful. The sounds of her body stiffening and hollowing out continued as she froze in place with a vacant expression and her arms reaching up to her hair. Whilst she still maintained her shape she didn't look like an actual human anymore, instead she looked more like a paper model of herself.

Kiniva grinned as she drew a rectangle in the air with her finger, which morphed into a large old fashioned picture frame that floated behind Trish and lay on the floor. She then blew Trish a kiss that caused her hollowed out form to fall backwards. Ted tried desperately to catch her before she hit the frame but didn't make it in time, however instead of just hitting the frame she was absorbed into it, melting through until she was but a two-dimensional image, with the canvas taking in the weathered appearance that her skin had. Ted backed up in horror at what he'd just witnessed.

Kiniva lifted the frame from the floor as she inspected it with a grin.

"Well Trish you did like to use people like they were objects, now let's see how you like it being one." She said before propping the frame up against the wall.

"Oh God." Ted said shuddering in shock after what he'd just witnessed. "Sorry God's not here right now, you're stuck with me." Kiniva responded turning her attention towards him. "Oh don't worry about her, she's in a dimension where well... let's just say she's not going to want to leave anytime soon." "So are you gonna kill me now?" Ted asked nervously. "Well I would, or I'd turn you into another hell spawn, but unfortunately you've got something that's too valuable to waste." "What?" Ted asked fearfully. "An uncorrupted soul and genuine curiosity in what lies beyond, unlike that other mortal I just dealt with." She Replied. "Her name was Trish." Ted said with a hint of anger. "See, there it is! Even after knowing that she was willing to sacrifice another human life you still feel pity for her after what I did to her, plus you showed compassion for your other friends that I dealt with, that's the sign of an uncorrupted soul." Kiniva replied sounding impressed.

"But I can see you, what you want to know. You want to know what it's like where I'm from, and not to boost your ego or to get some rush out of it, you're just genuinely curious aren't you? You're not even really afraid of it, you tell yourself you are but you know you're not." Kiniva continued as she got closer to him. "I can show you. You can experience what it is like to be a being not of this realm, to be like.. me." She said now being right in front of Ted. "What do you say?" "I.. what will I be?" Ted asked. "Something very familiar." She replied before wrapping her arm around his head and pulling him in for a kiss.

Initially Ted was taken aback, but something was beginning to happen to him, and whatever it was felt really.. really good. The two of them began to become more passionate as they kissed each other, but as they kept going Ted's hair began to turn white as it slowly stretched down his head until it was identical in colour and style to Kiniva's.

His whole body started changing with his torso, arms and legs thinning out as his skin turned very pale and less blemished than before, in fact his skin was now incredibly smooth. As he reached up an arm to Kiniva's head his hands became more delicate and petite whilst his nails turned darker and sharper.

As they continued making out Kiniva began to slip Ted's clothes off his body revealing it to now be completely pale and rather delicate looking, but as she held him close she ran her hands up his legs to his waist, causing his thighs to bulge out along with his hips whilst his waist pulled in and his stomach flattened. His feet also looked much more feminine. She ran a finger along his spine which was followed by slight popping noises as his spine repositioned itself as his height shrank, causing his thickening thighs to jiggle.

Kiniva then started to kiss Ted more passionately, but as she stuck her tongue down his throat it travelled down even further into his body as it began reworking his insides, pushing and squishing them into new forms, with Ted seemingly being completely oblivious to what was happening to him.

"This is the best part." She whispered as she ran one hand over Ted's chest and another over his crotch, before she began running her hand up and down his shaft.

Ted moaned as he felt ripples of pleasure all throughout his body. "That's it, let it out." Kiniva said as she continued running her hand up and down, Ted completely oblivious to the shrinking of mass in his crotch.

As Ted stood there with his head back in complete bliss Kiniva's other hand began squeezing his chest, causing slight lumps to plump out.

By now Ted's penis was nearly completely gone, but as the pulses of pleasure ran through his body each pulse caused his penis to shrink whilst the mass on his chest built. "Oh yes, YES! DON'T STOP!" Ted yelled passionately, his voice raising slightly.

Kiniva grinned as she watched as the last traces of Ted's manhood fade, and began rubbing his flat crotch as a slit formed.

"OH... OOH!" Ted's moans were now completely feminine as he placed his hands over his chest as he welcomed the way they began to be filled with his rapidly expanding breasts, which continued to expand with each pulse of pleasure that ran through his body. Kiniva once again pulled him in closer causing Ted's forming breasts to squish up against hers.

As this was occurring the pulses of energy had reached his face, with it audibly cracking and stretching as it became slimmer and softer with each pulse whilst his breasts continued expanding. Whilst most of his facial features were thinning out like his nose and head shape in general, his lips plumped as his eyes grew larger along with his eyebrows becoming sharper and more defined. His eyebrows and eyelids darkened as though they were coated in makeup, whilst his sharpening cheekbones began to glisten slightly along with his lips becoming coated in black. Small cuts in the shape of crosses formed under his eyes as a pair of crosses morphed onto his face, along with a stud on the rim of his nose and on his tongue.

By now he had a pronounced set of breasts on his chest as his facial changes finalized, leaving him looking almost completely identical to Kiniva.

"One last touch." She whispered into Ted's ear who sounded as though he was about to reach climax, before she then pushed her hand into his chest, fazing through his skin which glowed orange as she grabbed his heart and turned it cold.

Ted moaned loudly in release, marking the end of his changes as Kiniva removed her hand from his chest, which was now adorned with what looked like a tattoo of a heart.

"There, now you have the identifying symbol of our type of Demon." Kiniva said to the slightly dazed Ted.

"How's it feel?" Kiniva asked her now doppelganger.

"This is, oh wow!" Ted replied looking down at his new form, still in shock at what he just went through but he strangely felt very accepting of his new situation. "I knew you'd like it."

"But I still don't understnad, why give me this but not Angela?" "Well Angela is a corrupted soul, so she will one day join our ranks, but she has to take the long way round in hell, but as my loyal follower she'll welcome it." "So, what am I going to do now?" Ted asked, a hint of excitement in his feminine voice. "Oh, I've got some ideas." Kiniva replied before her eyes glowed red as red beams shot from her eyes into Ted's.

She then began flooding Ted's mind with new knowledge, the inner workings of hell, the new powers this form allowed him to have as well as a Demon's lust for souls, as well as adjusting his mindset slightly to accommodate the intensity of this new knowledge that he'd, or more accurately she'd be needing, for now she was one with Kiniva. Once the beam had stopped her eyes turned black as a pair of red pupils flashed before returning to normal, signaling the completion of the process.

"Oh, now that feels so much better!" She said grinning with devilish energy as she lay her head back running her hands through her hair. "Thought you'd feel that way." Kiniva replied heading back over to Angela and her pets. "I must be off now, more souls to claim, more carnage to cause."

"Have fun Kiniva." "You too, Kiniva." The original Kiniva replied with a grin as a large black cloud swirled around her, consuming her, Angela and her two pets. It had nearly filled the whole room before it vanished, the fire in the furnaces having died, the hole in the floor that Kiniva rose from having repaired itself and the original Kiniva, along with Angela and her pets had vanished, leaving the room looking exactly as it did when Trish's group first entered it.

The new Kiniva stood there naked now completely silent and alone, before noticing the picture frame propped up against the wall which she picked up and inspected.

"Oh Trish, and to think I used to have a crush on you. Hope you like the view in there, don't worry I'll find a good place to display you." She grinned as she made her way out of the crematorium.

"Ooh, this place looks homely." Kiniva said as she headed off into the darkness of the house.

A few decades later..

"You sure this is a good idea?" David asked. "C'mon David, this house has stood here completely abandoned for years, people are too afraid to go near it because apparently some people went missing here back in the 80's." Brad replied. "So remind me why we're going in again?" "Because there's all the rumors about 'something' still occupying the house, so this is our chance to prove it, plus even if there's nothing this place was abandoned, so there's probably stuff in there worth millions, and seeing as it's 3:00 AM no one's gonna see us take anything." "Fine okay okay I'll go in with you." David replied reluctantly. As the two friends began making their way along the path towards the front door of the house, they were taken aback when the front door creaked open revealing the decrepit inside of the house along with the sight of a beautiful tall pale faced woman in a black dress with white hair.

"Hello boys, why don't you come inside, it's been years since anyone's visited."

The end?

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A Haikyuu!! Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: none

GIF is not mine

AN: So I’ve been rewatching a lot of animes recently and...the inspiration is killing me. I might write more of this idea if people like it BUT do not worry our reguarly scheduled (thats a fat lie) ‘The Man’ will continue, part 10 is currently in the works. I hope everybody enjoys this, thanks <3 :)

Being new sucked, a lot. Especially when you transfer in the middle of the school year. Everybody already had a few months to get to know each other and now here you were sticking out like a lonely thumb.

You walked down the semi-empty halls until you came to a cork board with papers covering it and the words ‘Karasuno School Clubs!’, bolded at the top. There were simple white ones, some blue, a few were yellow, and to your surprise there even was a red one. But the poster that caught your attention was, ‘Karasuno High School Volleyball Club’ You hummed quietly to yourself, ‘Maybe I should check it out.’

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You stared the gym doors infront of you, the sounds of thuds against the floor and sneakers squeeking escaped from inside. Taking a breath you climbed the stairs and slid the door open.

Boys.

The gym was filled with boys.

“Oh,” The group of boys all stopped and stared at you, “is this the volleyball club?” A boy with short brown hair came forward. “Yeah we’re the volleyball club, how can we help you?” You bowed slighty, “My names L/n Y/n and I’m here to join.” The boy in front of you looked shocked for a moment, “Uh, I’m Daichi Sawamura, captain of the boys’ volleyball team.” You straightened up and looked at him surprised, “Boys? There are separate teams?” His eyebrows furrowed for a second, “Yeah we have practice everyday and the girls have practice Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Did you read the club sheet?” Your ears grew hot, “I saw the poster and looked for a gym.” Your eyes went to behind him and you made eye contact with the rest of the team. “So no mixed teams...man that sucks.” You groaned a little.

“Mixed teams?” You jumped lightly and looked to the side where a dark haired boy stood next to a wide eyed ginger. “Oh, uh back at my old school there wasn’t enough kids to split into separate teams so the coaches just made one team.”

“That’s so cool!” You gave a small smile to the boy with orange hair. “Did you play against other teams?” You nodded, “There was only 4 girls on the team so we ended up playing against other boy teams a lot but there was a few times we versed girl teams.” His eyes somehow shined brighter, “Wow! That’s so cool!” A tall blonde boy with glasses scoffed, “You said that already Hinata. Try expanding on your vocabulary.” You bit back the laugh that climbed your throat as the ginger turned to the lanky boy and started yelling at him.

“Wait you were on a mixed team?” This time a boy with grey hair asked as he came up to stand next to his captain, “Yeah we were a pretty small school so the coaches took whoever was willing to play.” His mouth opened a little, “Oh that’s so cool.” You laughed a little, “I guess so.” You scratched the back of your neck, “Well this was embarrassing,” You sighed and looked at the volleyballs littering the floor, you wanted to play so bad. “But if you don’t embarrass yourself once then are you really new?” The two boys in front of you shared a laugh.

“That makes sense why you came to join now rather then at the beginning of school.” You laughed a little at Daichi’s words, “Yeah I was told go to the club board and I saw the words volleyball and I guess got excited since it’s been a few months since I’ve played.”

“Do you wanna practice with us?” Both you and the captain looked at the grey headed boy in surprise, “Wha- I, I mean I would like to but I don’t want to impose or get you in trouble with your coach.” Daichi opened his mouth to speak but the boy next to him waved you off, “Ah don’t worry coach Ukai won’t mind.” Your jaw dropped, “Coach Uk-” You closed your mouth and cleared your throat, “When he shows up I’ll leave,” You turned to the captain, “If that’s okay with you?”

“Let her join Daichi!” “Yeah Daichi let her play!” “Come on Daichi!”

The gym echoed as the team pestered their captian. He let out a chuckle, “You can come practice with us.” You smiled brightly and bowed, “Thank you!”

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Since you didn’t have your gym gear you had to borrow a pair of joggers and a spare shirt the boys had found in the club room. You walked back into the gym, “How do they fit?” You pulled the waistband up a little, “They fit alright. Good enough for now.” Daichi smiled, “Alright go warm up and we’ll start.”

Coming out of your stretches the ginger haired boy came up to you, “My names Shoyo Hinata and I’m a middle blocker.” You stood up, “A middle blocker? You must be good at jumping then.” His eyes widened a little, “Yeah! I can jump super high!” He jumped and landed back down. You stared at him in amazement, “Wow you can get super high! Higher then I thought!” The rest of the team watched the two of you.

“He’s gonna be on a high this whole practice.” Asahi looked at Suga and chuckled, “Yeah.”

The team decided to play a few rallies. You were buzzing, the ends of your fingertips tingled as you waited to get in the game. “Okay Y/n you can be on Kageyamas team.” You nodded and walked to his side of the court. On your team there was you, Kageyama, Hinata, and Tanaka. It was a game of 4 on 4. The other team consisted of Asahi, Tsukishima, Nishinoya, and Tadashi.

You and Tanaka took the back row, “Asahi’s serving first.” The ball was passed to him and he got ready to serve.

You took a deep breath and bent your knees. Judging by him being the biggest player on the team, muscle mass wise, you guessed he was the ace, meaning this serve was gonna be fast. Asahi tossed the ball up and began to run, you took a few steps backwards. With a loud slap the ball flew towards you, well more like the back line but you were in the way. If you moved to the side the ball would go out but you wanted to play it, the only problem was that the ball was coming at your chest, it was too high for a bump and too low for an overhand. It would be too low for an overhand if you didn’t jump.

You crouched lowed and jumped off the balls of your feet. Your hands came up to in front of your forehead where they aborsbed the impact and speed of the ball, you took control of the projectile and sent it up with a high arc to Kageyama. “Nice recieve!” You landed on your feet and smiled, “Thanks.”

He tossed it to Hinata who was already in the air ready for the spike and then in split second his hit the ball and smashed onto the court. You stared in shock, “Wow...” Tanaka laughed next you, “That’s our crazy quick attack, pretty cool huh?” You nodded your head figerously, “That was awesome! How’d you do that?” The two boys at the front turned to face you, “I just jump really high and Kageyama sends the ball like WHOOSH and I hit it like BAM.” You looked between the boys in awe, “Wow...Kageyama do you think you could toss me one like that?” The gym went quiet for a moment, “I don’t mean to sound rude but you can’t jump nearly as high as he can.” You deflated a little then gave a look, “You saw me jump once and automatically assumed that was my highest point?” With your hands on your hips you laughed, “You know what, underestimate me cause I’m gonna love the look on your face when I surprise you.”

You walked backwards and stood behind the back line, catching the ball when it was thrown to you. Taking a deep breath you read the court, Nishinoya was their libero so you couldn’t send it to him. Tsukishima naturally walked to front row in the beginning so he had to be a blocker or a setter. Tadashi seemed like he was out of place, not like he didn’t know what he was doing but you could tell that he wasn’t in his usual position and to be honest you didn’t want to aim for Asahi, wheres the fun in going for the ace?

You hit the ball of the ground and spun the ball in your hand four times before you tossed the ball up. You ran then jumped, hitting the ball at a very awkward angle. The ball spun slowly as it zipped threw the air, you watched Tsukishima and Asahi stumble as they tried to decided where the ball was gonna land and what kind of hit to make. But they weren’t fast enough, the ball passed the net and shot down directly at Tsukishimas feet, landing right in between his shoes.

“WAAAAAA WHAT KIND SERVE WAS THAT!?” Hinata and Nishinoya were freaking out. “I don’t know, a normal pin point serve?” Tanaka gaped at you, “That was a pin point serve!? But the way it moved was like a float serve but then the direction-” You broke your gaze with Tanaka and looked to Kageyama who still had the same expression as always, “Nice serve.” You smiled brightly, “Thank you but I still want a toss from you.” He didn’t say anything and turned back to the net.

The game went back and forth for a while before Daichi changed out players. Now you, Daichi, Sugawara, and Ennoshita were on a team. Kageyama, Tsukishima, Tanaka, and Hinata made up the other team. You may have asked to be put against the dynamic duo.

“Hey Sugawara,” You placed a hand on your cheek, covering your mouth, and whispered to the setter, “Could you toss me a ball, just one? please?” He laughed and copied your action, “Call me Suga and yeah I’ll toss you one.” You gave him a smile, “Thanks Suga.”

Tsukishima threw the ball up and hit it over the net. You heard Nishinoya call for the ball and then the ball arced its way up and over to Suga, “Right here!” You threw your hands behind yourself, crouched and took off straight up. You watched as the ball came over to you. You couldn’t go towards Tsukishima because that’s where Kageyama and Tanaka think you’ll go, you’ve been staring at it long enough to give them idea. The back right corner, right next to Hinata, was open but the target was really small. The way Hinata was facing you, his body covered up most of the court but that little sliver of white line gave you hope.

You had jumped with your right hand pulled back but with the decision to send it towards Hinata, you had to turn your palm slightly as you came to the peak of the toss before hitting it. The ball wasn’t as fast or as hard as you would’ve liked but that didn’t matter. Hinata tried to bump the ball but instead the ball went over him and bounced off the top of his head and out of bounds.

“Damn it, I could’ve hit that harder.” You whined, “Did you aim for that idiot?” You faced the net and met Kageyama’s steel eyes, “Yeah obivsouly.” His face scrunched, “Tch-” You giggled, “I know I’m not that impressive Kageyama so, you shouldn’t be so beat up that you couldn’t read me.” You beamed at him, “I even had Tsukishima thinking I was gonna aim for him.” The blonde in the back glared back at you, “That was nothing but pure luck.” You rose your eyebrows teasingly, “Was it?”

You had gotten back in your positions as Ennoshita got ready to serve. The ball made it over then was bumped up to Kageyama by Tsukishima, you watched as Hinata started to run forward but so did Tanaka. ‘A synchronized attack? These guys know their stuff.’ You smiled and took a step off the net then looked to Suga, he glanced at you in confusion for a spilt second but in that split second he could read the message you were sending. You looked to his side of court, taking the hint, he nodded and stepped to the side, leaving the middle wide open.

“What are you doing?!” You ignored Diachi and watched Kageyama set the ball to Tanaka, “Right!” You and Suga jumped up and blocked Tanakas ball. “Yeah!” You and Suga high fived in a celebration. “I didn’t think that would work!” You laughed, “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t either. You guys are a really good team.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Those were some nice rallies.” Everybody spun towards the gym doors, there stood a man with bleached blonde hair and two girls were behind him. ‘Is that their coach?’ He smiled at you, “Where’d you learn to do all of that?” You told him what middle school you went to. “Oh I know your old coaches. We used to be on the same team!” He laughed and walked further into the gym, “I’m coach Ukai.” You introduced yourself, “I was only here to play for a bit, sorry for taking up practice time.” You bowed apologetically, “I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for letting me join in.” You gave the boys around you a kind smile, “It was nice meeting all of you.”

As you went over to your school bag the team huddled around their coach and whispers filled the gym.

“She’s a really good player, please can she stay?”

“I want her to teach me that serve she did, it was awesome!”

“She tricked Kageyama!”, “Shut up!”

“Pleeeeeeeease coach?”

Ukai looked at the pleading eyes staring at him, “You’re not just asking me cause she’s a girl?” Tanaka stopped mid sentence and coughed, “No why would I? Besides my heart resides with Kiyo-” The rest of the team ignored him.

“She has skill and I want to prove her wrong.” Ukai met Kageyamas eyes and saw Tsukishima nod behind him, “As much as I don’t want to agree with him, she pulled a move I’ve never seen before and I want to stop it next time.”

Ukai nodded and turned to the door where you were about to leave, “Hey Y/n!” You stopped and looked over at the huddled group, “Do you mind staying for practice?”

Your eyes widened, ‘Do I mind? Wha-’ The girl blonde girl from earlier perked up, “Oh that’d be so cool to see you play. You’re really good!”

“Oh uhmm thanks, I’m not that good.” You waved your hand around, “You guys have been giving me way too much praise.” The other girl with glasses joined in, “I know this isn’t the girls practice but,” She looked over her shoulder to the group of boys who were standing there watching you. “They won’t stop unless you stay.” The stare the boys were giving you made a shiver run up your spine, “Yeah I can tell from that look.” You shook off the feeling, “You really don’t mind coach Ukai?”

He shook his head and smiled, “Come on it’ll be fun.”

Guess they didn’t mind after all.

And that’s that. There’s been so many ideas circling my brain that I needed to write something and who knows if people like it I might write a part 2 😗 Anyways thanks for reading, hoped you enjoyed it! <3

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