#woah look at me use striking colors for once

[mayflowers515]

Random Scenario #1: The Living Traffic Light

Just thought of this because these three literally are the colors of a traffic light. I hope you enjoy!

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Crafty: Thank you for deciding to model for me guys!

Bobby: Of course, Crafty!

Kickin: It's no problem really. I'd like to think I make a pretty rad model, so hit me up anytime you want a good-looking fella as your model again, K?

Hoppy: *rolls eyes* Oh, don't get too over your head, Kicks. It's ONE time. And we're just getting started.

Kickin: Aight, whatever. Was just sayin'. Sooo, what's the prompt, princess?

Crafty: I was thinking you guys could tower on top of each other to look like this! *shows them a painting of a traffic light*

Bobby: A traffic light?

Crafty: Mhm! Seeing you guys side by side made me think of that. Do you like it?

Hoppy: I mean... I guess, but did you only decide on that just because of our colors?

Crafty: *looks down shyly* Maybe a little bit- *looks back up quickly* But that's not the only reason! Your traits made me think of each color on a traffic light, too!

Bobby: Ooh, you really think that? How so?

Crafty: Bobby, you remind me of a red light because you always encourage us to stop and think through our feelings.

Bobby: Oh yeah. I see what you mean, Crafty!

Crafty: Kickin, you remind me of a yellow light because you like to take things slow when it comes to finishing things. Okay, maybe that isn't TOO good of a reason, but...

Kickin: Hmm? I can sorta see that. Clever thinking, princess.

Crafty: And Hoppy, you're the definition of a green light! You're always going into life head first and whenever you see a chance to keep going, you take it!

Hoppy: Hey you're right! I am like that aren't I?

Crafty: Mhm! I can't wait to make you guys look like a traffic light. It'll be so cool!

Hoppy: Hold up, are you going to paint us as an actual traffic light?

Crafty: No no... I'm not sure how I would go about that... Maybe I'll at least add something extra to the background though. You know, to make it more thematic...

Kickin: Alright, do what you need. *points at self* This dude's ready to strike a pose!

Hoppy: Okay, I'm green light, so I'm carryin' you guys!

Bobby: Will you be okay trying to lift up both of us, Hoppy?

Hoppy: Don't worry. I can hold you two just fine! Watch!

*Hoppy is gesturing Kickin to put his feet on her hands*

Kickin: U-uh... Y-you sure you got this?

Hoppy: What? Afraid I'm gonna drop you or something?

Kickin: Um, n-no! I DID say I was looking forward to this, wasn't I?

Hoppy: Alright... I believe you. *adds quickly* For now. *lifts Kickin up by his feet*

Kickin: *is a little startled* Woah!

Hoppy: Feeling steady?

Kickin: *processing his position and sighs with relief* Yep. Feelin' steady! Thanks, Hops!

Bobby: Oh, but how am I supposed to get up? I don't think I'll be able to climb up to you guys like this...

Hoppy: Oh, shoot- Didn't think about that. Sorry.

Crafty: I can help you get up there, Bobby. I'll just use my horn!

Bobby: Oh, really?

Crafty: Mhm, at least I can try to... Kickin, get ready to catch her by the feet once she lands!

Kickin: At your service!

Crafty: *slowly levitates Bobby*

Bobby: Ooh, I'm flying!

Crafty: Alright, steady... steady... Almost there...

*levitation starts to wear off, but just in time for Kickin to catch Bobby by her feet*

Bobby: Oof!

Kickin: Gotcha!

Crafty: Phew... That could've ended badly. Are you doing okay up there, Bobby?

Bobby: Mhm! That was a nice ride, Crafty! Thank you!

Crafty: *giggles* It's nothing. ...Okay, now that you guys are in position, time to paint!

Hoppy: Alright, I just need to make sure... How long will I be holding these guys for?

Crafty: Oh, it hopefully shouldn't take too long. Though I do like making the details stand out... so... Well... *blushes a bit* A-actually, it might take a little while... *says quickly* Sorry...

Hoppy: A bit of a challenge then, huh? Okay, I can handle it! Just don't take a SUPER long time and we'll be good.

Crafty: O-okay...

*after some time has passed*

Bobby: Are you guys doing okay down there? It's been a little bit now...

Kickin: Never been better, BB. *looks down at ground and shudders* Never been better... W-what about you, Hops?

Hoppy: S-still holding up! No worries about me!

Kickin: You sure about that? Looks like you're struggling a bit there.

Bobby: Are you sure you're okay?

Hoppy: Yep, I'm sure! You guys aren't THAT heavy, so I'll be fine~.

Kickin: Hmm, should I REALLY trust that? I mean, your grip does seem a bit shakier than it was earlier. It would be such a shame if you dropped us right about now. *says quietly with a hint of fear* A real shame...

Hoppy: Oh please. You're only saying this because you're worried I might drop you. You'll be just fine, Chicken.

Kickin: *in a playful tone, offended* Heyyy, I'm no chicken! You take that back right now!

Hoppy: But you ARE a chicken aren't you? How am I supposed to take it back when you're right there, huh?

Bobby: *in a playful tone* You guys... Don't try to argue with each other down there or you might just make me fall over! *giggles*

Kickin: Oh no need to worry your little head, BB. That's not happenin' any time soon. Riight, Hopsotch? Right?

Hoppy: Oh, won't you two quit it? Nothing will make me drop you guys! Not now! Not ever! We're all in this together after all!

Crafty: *sighs and speaks to self* You guys really are like a living traffic light, aren't you?

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Got inspired to make this after I saw posts about this trio, and I agree. As a group, they're underrated af

(The two goofballs who share a brain cell meanwhile the friend trying to keep hold of them both; literally these three)

This is the first written scenario I made for the Critters. Please let me know what you guys think!

❤️💛💚

#trafficlighttrio #smiling critters #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #randomscenario #genderbendfnaftrio

[empires-s2-headcanons]

similarly to how lizzie is Definitely A Human and the sheriff is Not A Toy, oli is Totally Not A Ghost- but the thing is, it's unclear if he himself actually knows that or not. fwip brings up how pale he is and he huffs and goes off about how "i don't tan, dude, i just burn! i get all crispy! nobody likes a crispy oli, least of all me! and it's not like i'm getting much sun anyway when i'm in the bloody CAGE!". gem says that his voice sounded "all distant and echoey, like you were far away..." and he just pulls out a mic (which he didn't have and wasn't using before?) and goes "huh. did i turn on some sorta effect without noticing? let's see- ECHO! ... nope? no echo? alright then. y'know i bet it's just feeling spicy today. god knows i am. it's a spicy mic kinda night, y'know what i mean? yeeeaaah you know what i mean.". sausage says he looked almost transparent for a moment, and he just laughs and says "that long in the cage and you end up a very pasty boy. i'm like danny phantom if danny phantom was way hotter and also got stuck in a cage!" and sausage is almost distracted enough trying to figure out who danny phantom is to think too hard about the apparition he saw at the campfire and it's striking resemblance to oli.

oli walks into chromia one day, and scott glances at him and suddenly he's looking through galaxies and universes and timelines all connected by little threads made of ones and zeroes, and he sees dragons and sheep and songs and homes and circles and birds and water and people, and he sees a million instances in one person who's existence is statistically impossible and if he looks closer, too close, he sees himself and he sees lights and flowers and antlers and wings and stars and crowns and he is overwhelmed with the sudden knowledge that he is dead, that he is dying and being reborn constantly in a million simultaneous universes, that every cell in his body will be replaced and he will be completely new one day, and the knowledge is terrifying and freeing and unavoidable, and he sees a form kept together by sheer determination and stubbornness and he wonders if the difference between a ghost and a person is that a ghost has reclaimed every single cell that was once in their body, and he knows, beyond anything else, that he is looking at a ghost. and then he blinks and the millions of years that he was looking at are only a moment long, and he's left staring at a man who flickers through colors of magic and past lives like flipping through a book. "woah scott, cool place you've got!" the man remarks, "not as cool as the olipoligo, but y'know, that's kind of a given." and scott has so, so many questions- what are you what did i just see what are you doing here what ARE you what do you want with me- but all he can stutter out is "how do you know my name?"

oli laughs and tells him not to worry about it, and scott wonders when he learned that the man's name was oli.

[...ignore the fact that c!sausage feasibly could and probably does know who danny phantom is since he, in character, is naming axolotls after spider mans. i uh. i forgot about that]

WAIT THIS IS SO COOL???? AND TOTALLY POSSIBLE

#esmp #empires smp headcanon

[princessmacedon]

playful orbit

Of all the sights in this dream most vivid, Maria has always wondered about ‘the crater.’ She knows it exists, of course - wide as it is, she has seen a sliver of the thing peeking through the landscape when she has passed nearby, close enough for curiosity but too far for adventure. The black rock that once served as this fallen city’s roads, now splintered and broken ; the machina whose brethren so aggressively patrol the streets milling about in silence ; the sheer size of the thing, awe-striking as it is terrible, even from the scant fragment of it that she has seen from where she has stood at the junction of ‘too close’ and ‘too far.’ 

Now, she stands at the outer ring of it and peers down, and the scale of it all steals her breath again. How truly far it stretches! And how deep into the earth this scar presses, the detritus of humanity scattered about its perimeter, blocks of rubble having slid further down here and there. Most intriguing of all is the puddle at its heart, though it seems to her almost the size of a small pond, its color a dirty, eerie red. It is... terrible, just as it is mysterious, and she--

“Wow...” Maria breathes, eyes round as the precipice she stands upon; to her, the world is yet a stranger, and though history is a thing that might fill her with sorrow, the marches of time, life, and earth sing a song of wonder. Never, ever has she seen such a thing, and she dares to think perhaps she never may again. “Aphie,” she begins, turning to look at their new friend, “Do you know what happened here?

"... Hmmm... Something bad, I think," she muses. "It was like that when I got here."

She nods thoughtfully, grateful for the fact that Aphie thinks nothing else of her question. Craning her neck in an attempt to see anything more, she continues, curious: “Have you ever been down there?”

"Of course! I've been everywhere!" She twirls. "But like, it's kind of boring... Not much to see down there, if you ask me."

“Woah...!” The exclamation is as much for the admission as the twirl, her hands curled up and pulled close to her chin, eyes a-sparkle with a mix of wonders earnest and encouraging. “Hee hee, that’s amazing, Aphie! But... really?” Her head lists to one side, strands of crimson brushing her shoulder. Something as grand and amazing as this... boring? “Even that big red puddle?” A hand rises to cup the side of her mouth, her words next to come in a whisper, less so conspiratorial and more so simply a wish to make the girl feel included. “Those big things aren’t paying any attention to us right now, either... Are they like that if you go down there, too?”

She makes a face at that. "Especially that big red puddle. Tastes bad." :shrekmmh: "Um... I wouldn't know, they usually attack on sight so I'm really kinda curious what's up with them! Ehe."

In a place as desolate as this, Maria can’t blame her for trying. Though... bleh. Her face scrunches up in sympathy. “It looks like it!” Tilting her head forward just slightly, Maria flashes her a playful smile. “What do you think about exploring, Aphie? I’m really curious about this...” A sweeping gesture toward the massive wound carved in the earth. “...this! Crater!”

"What do I think...?" She frowns. "I think I'm wondering why you guys wanna explore a big ol' hole."

“Aren’t you curious?” The little robin of Macedon blinks a bit, her head tilting toward the other side now. “I’ve never seen anything like it! And those things are usually so aggressive, so...” A fingertip lands just so upon her chin, her gaze drifting thoughtfully to the side. “...Why aren’t they now?”

"... Hmmmm... That is kinda weird, huh?" In fact. She stoops to pick up a pebble and, pulls back,

(Maria makes no move to stop her, either.)

and throws the pebble at one of the mechs nearby.  Silence... ...no untoward response.

@goldoandragonprince

#t: playful orbit #KEruins2023 #goldoandragonprince #my fatal flaw is wanting to say too many things and not realizing how long the god damn post is #my god

[jezabatlovesbats]

If Fearleader Had a Wiki Page

Species: Unknown 

Gender: Female

Role: Villain, Ally

World: Skylands

Attacks: Three Cheers, Flyer Gust, Pom-Pom Toss

Headcanon Voice Actor(s): Ashly Burch

Fearleader is one of the Air villains in Skylanders: Trap Team. She was encountered at the Chandelier Circus, where she was making mischief outside the tent before Candlequin's show began. After battling the Skylanders with an evil cheer routine, she was beaten and trapped. 

Personality

When Fearleader wants something, she will get it by any means necessary. She takes loss a little hardly, but never lets anything get in the way of her fierce spirit or energy. Much of her dialogue is her hollering and chanting, so she is very noisy. 

Abilities

As a cheerleader, Fearleader is incredibly athletic and very energetic. She can run at a speed faster than other villains. She can boost herself off the ground with gusts of wind and perform acrobatic maneuvers, striking poses midair. She is shown to be able to toss her pom-poms, fling them around with her mind, and call them back to her. She also has good spelling and rhyming skills. 

History

An ordinary young girl named Farrah was a practitioner of competitive cheerleading. Her squad, the Flylanders, were an unbeatable team with a long winning streak. But, then came the regional championship, which they shockingly lost. Taking their loss to heart, Farrah grew furious, abandoned her team, and started sporting a new, evil look. She vowed to not let anybody destroy her from then on. She is said to have been thrown in Cloudcracker Prison for going on a power-thirsty cheering rampage.

Skylanders: Trap Team

Fearleader encountered the Skylanders on the outside of the Chandelier Circus and started a battle with them. She was then defeated and trapped. 

After her capture, she was taken back to the circus for her villain quest with Jazzerina*, called "Cheers for Fears." The dancer explained that her friends from town were feeling discouraged from being in danger. She needed an experienced cheer captain as tough, fearless and spirited as Fearleader, whom she knew a long time ago, to raise their spirits. Farrah completed her task while also fighting off invading monsters in the town. Afterwards, she was awarded with Jazzy's thanks, the Spirit Hat, and a new color scheme for her outfit. 

Quotes

- "Two! Four! Six! Eight! Time for me to TERMINATE!" (right before the announcer guy says her name and her poster is shown; her introduction quote, basically)

- "Hee-YAH!" (during battle)

- "I have style! I have grace! And I'm gonna ruin your face!" (during battle)

Trap Quotes

- "I've got spirit! Yes I do! Uhh... how about you?" (when in the forcefield thingy about to be trapped)

- "This can't be happening to me! I'm meant to be NUMBER OOOOOOOOONNNNEEE!!!" (when getting trapped)

- "Woah... pretty dark in here, but... I'm not gonna let it take me down. Nothing gets in the way of MY spirit!" (once trapped)

- "G! O! O! D! What does that spell? GOOD! Guess I'll give it a try."

- "I can lead! I'm who you need!"

- "One! Two! Three! Four! I'm the one you're waiting for!" (quotes said when you need to choose an enemy for an air trap you used more than once)

- "Ready? Okaaaaaaaaayyyyy!" (when you put the air trap in the portal and she's in it, this is her shout when she enters the game)

- "Go! Fight! Win!"

- "Pump it up!"

- "Who's the best? WE ARE!"

- "G! O! Go!" (in-battle quotes)

- "WOAH! You're getting beat up out there! Why not be a team player, Skylander?" (when you're low on health)

- "I'M NUMBER ONE! Whoo... I could really use a break." (once time is up)

- "You do know I need ENERGY to cheer our foes away, right?"

- "Give me a minute! I'm, like, ACTUALLY sweating." (quotes said when you try to summon her while her timer is still charging up)

- "Cool as wind and dark as night, Fearleader's ready to fight! (rustles pom-poms)" (full timer)

- "I'm back here and ready to cheer!" (full timer)

- "WHOOOHOOOOO!!! (pom-pom rustle) VICTORY IS OURS!" (when you complete a chapter with her in the trap)

- "I used to cheer at an Academy much like this one! Is there a squad here? If so, does it need a cheer captain?"

- "Hey, it's the Skaletones! I've performed routines to those guys!"

- "S-K-Y, (clap) L-A-N, (stomp) D-E-R-S! Yes!"

- "Oh! OH! This is what I was BORN TO DO!" (quest)

- "I'm in peak athletic condition, aren't I?" (when you're checking her stats)

- "F-E-A-R! L-E-A-D-E-R! FEARLEADER!" (saying her name when you move to her icon in the vault)

Villain Quest

- Chandelier Circus - Cheers for Fears

Trivia

- Despite her appearance, Farrah is implied to now be an adult. 

- Her name is a portmanteau of "fear" and "cheerleader."

- Fearleader's creator got the idea to create her after she was casted in a production of Miss Beth, a parody of Shakespeare's Macbeth. 

*Jazzerina, aka Jazzy, is another OC of mine who is an ally.

#Skylanders #Skylanders Trap Team #fake wiki pages #Fearleader #oc #my ocs

[larkawolfgirl]

A First of Many Colors (Promptio)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Characters: Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia

Summary:  Prompto's excited to finally be bottoming for Gladio.

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This is the first time Prompto has ever been happy that his parents are away. They are on one of their many business trips which means he is assured to have an evening alone with his largest boyfriend.

Gladio and he are sitting on the couch pretending to look through movie choices. Or, Prompto is pretending at least. He has other plans and isn't doing a good job at hiding it with the way his hand keeps feeling up his boyfriend’s large thigh.

Gladio laughs and clicks the tv off. “Woah, chocobo, I thought we were gonna chill first.”

Prompto blushes. "I...I'm just really excited for tonight because," he lowers his eyes in the way he knows Gladio finds adorable, "I want you to top me."

Gladio’s face lights up with excitement. “Are you sure?”

“Totally. I've been thinking about this for a week straight. I even asked Noctis what to expect and how best to prepare.”

"Well, let me tell you something. I've been thinking about it since you kissed me."

That confession does good things to his insides. "Good." Even though he rationally knew Gladio had just been holding off, he still had subconscious doubts from not being able to solidify their relationship this way yet. Now that he can, he’s as eager as a puppy at playtime and pounces into Gladio’s lap much like one. He can feel Gladio’s own eagerness in the way that he kisses him, as if he’s been caught without air and he’s desperately sucking in all that he can get. His large hands squeeze at the tops of his thighs and Prompto ruts their stirring erections together.

Prompto’s muffled moan shifts into a whine when Gladio scoots him back. “No, if we are doing this, we’re doing it right.”

Before Prompto can ask what he means, he’s already lifting him up to walk them into his bedroom. His hands support his rear and he kneads his cheeks and bounces him some on the way which lets Prompto’s clothed dick rub against his abominable muscles, noticeable even through his muscle shirt. How he got this lucky, he’ll never know.

A trill runs up his spine when Gladio drops him onto the bed and quickly climbs over to bracket him in. Prompto’s chest is tight with something he’s terrified he may lose if he doesn’t hold onto it. Expression soft, he feels over Gladio’s hard chest, feeling each muscle, before following the lines of his tattoo down his arms. He feels cornered, but in a way that makes him feel safe and where he’s meant to be. “You’re perfect,” Prompto coons, his attempt to lasso that feeling before it escapes him.

“So are you.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” His kiss is still desparate but sweeter this time. When he’s done, he removes Prompto’s shirt to reveal the scattered freckles on his collarbone. “You’ve got all these beautiful freckles,” he pokes at a few of them. “Have you noticed they darken when you get worked up?” He bows down to kiss at two near his bellybutton. “You’ve picked this adorable hairstyle that looks like a chocobo. Your eyes are such a unique color. I don’t care how you see yourself. You’re just as striking as Noct and Iggy. You’re so receptive to all of our touches,” as if proving his point he cups Prompto’s cheek and smiles when he nuzzles into it. “You’ve loved us in every way you knew how for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve probably got the biggest heart out of everyone on Eos.”

“Gladio!”

That feeling is swelling, and Prompto is this close to crying when Gladio tacks on, “Plus, you have the sexiest voice when it grows hoarse when you’re about to cum”

“N--no it doesn’t!”

Gladio chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”

He kisses around his belly again and undoes his fly. Prompto lifts his hips to help him remove his pants. Once they are off, Gladio lowers himself to his knees on the floor so that he is level to stare in awe at his already stretched hole. “Shit.”  

Prompto wiggles his hips so that the plug is better on display. “Like it? Noct thought it would help. Iggy monitored that I was I prepped well enough, so you don’t need to worry about him punishing you."

Gladio places a wet kiss at the spot where his thigh and cheek meet. “Gods, I want you so bad.”

Prompto grins and stretches his arms out wide as if asking for a hug. “Take me then. I’m all yours.”

He nudges the butt plug up into his walls once before twisting it out and tossing it somewhere on the bed. “Believe me, I will.”

The next thing Prompto knows, there is the feel of a wet tongue at his hole and Prompto keens. “What are you doing? Noct already got me ready.”

“Can never be too careful. Besides,” he lifts his face high enough for Prompto to see his smirk, “I like it.”

He goes to town eating him out to the point Prompto’s panting, cock red and dripping. “T--that’s enough,” he knocks at his face with his thighs. He can feel Glado’s smirk against his skin as he gives one last masterful suck for good measure, and fuck. Gladio definitely knows how to eat someone out.

Prompto takes in some deep breaths trying to calm down so that he doesn’t lose it before they’ve already begun.

"Gladio!" he whines. "I'm not gonna last."

“That good, huh?”

“Mm.” He nods his head encouragingly. Noctis may hate Gladio’s inflated ego, but Prompto loves it. He can’t help it.

“It’s all good. Just hold on.” He finally undresses himself, thankfully without a show (Prompto doesn’t think he can take it right now). “Since you’re so prepared, I assume you got lube and a condom?”

“Top dresser draw.”

He turns to get it giving Prompto a wonderful view of his tattoo and firm behind. Last time they’d been together he had walked him through fucking him . His dick jolts at the memory.

Gladio climbs back onto the bed and smears a generous amount of lube over his huge cock. Then finally, finally his cock is pushing at his walls. He enters him agonizingly slowly, as if he is the most precious thing and Prompto can hardly even feel a strain on his muscles thanks to it and his earlier preparation. Regardless, he can feel how large he is, that he’s fuller than ever before, and he loves it. As soon as he’s bottomed out, Prompto grips his shoulders. “You’re so big. I can’t believe it.”

“In a good way?”

“Astrals, yes. Move?”

Gladio pulls out almost as slowly as he entered, but then he pushes back in with one fluid motion which manages to hit his prostate catching Prompto completely off-guard. He nearly screams, as overwhelmed as he is. Gladio doesn’t stop, repeating this precise thrust a few times.

“Oh my gods!” Prompto finally manages between incoherent babbling noises. “Did Iggy tell you how to do that?”

Gladio smirks, definitely proud of himself. “Glad I was able to successfully garner that piece of knowledge.”

“I love him.”

“Hey, what about me?”

Prompto pulls him down into a long, deep kiss and Gladio rewards him with faster, harder thrusts that leave him breathless. Prompto runs his hands over Gladio’s back, and Gladio runs his over his sides, then his hips and stomach. Suddenly, he stops moving altogether.

“What’s wrong?” Prompto asks, panicked.

Gladio rises, blinking down at his hands. He moves just a bit, then gasps. “Holy shit.”

Prompto looks down to where he’s looking and blinks himself. “Is that?”

Instead of answering, Gladio takes his hand and forces it over the bulge in his stomach. He gives another thrust and the bulges moves with him. “Fuck.”

“Right?” Gladio moves his hand to the side to feel the bulge this time. Then he tests having their hands side by side. Their fingers thread over the bulge and Prompto’s pretty much lost it at this point.

“I’m gonna-” he cuts off, keening instead.

Gladio chuckles, brushing his face with his free hand. “There it is, the hoarseness.”

He so embarrassed it only makes it worse as he sputters just as hoarsely. Gladio saves him with a hungry kiss. “Let’s cum together, chocobo.”

He pushes Prompto’s hand down on his stomach so he’s mock feeling him up through the barrier of his body, then moves his own to jerk Prompto off for real. He may be better with his mouth than his hands, but he still knows how to get Prompto off better than he should and it only takes a few thrusts before his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave. He tugs Gladio closes just as he reaches his own orgasm and groans in that husky tone right by his ear.

Prompto’s still for a long time just recovering. That feeling is still there in his chest. He wasn’t sure before, but now he doesn’t have a doubt in his mind. “Gladdy?”

“Yeah?” Gladio’s still inside him, just lying there poking freckles on his right arm.

“I love you.”

Gladio sits up on his arms to meet Prompto’s eyes. He looks at him for a moment before finally returning the sentiment in a tone so tender it breaks something in Prompto’s chest he hadn’t known was there. Prompto meets him halfway into a kiss. They kiss for what feels like hours, turning onto their sides at some point so that Gladio could pull out without having to move away to do so.

“Thanks, Gladdy,” he finally breaks the long silence.  “It finally feels for real.”

Luckily, Gladio seems to understand what he means and doesn’t force him to elaborate on his insecurities. “It’s always been real, chocobo. We’ve all loved you from the start.”

Prompto nods. “Yeah, still don’t really get it though. I should be the one loving you, not the other way around.”

Gladio frowns. Prompto can tell he wants to give him a lecture but he’s grateful he doesn’t. And maybe that’s only because he doesn’t want to potentially ruin this beautiful first between them, but he can live with that. “We’ll just have to settle on it going both ways then.”

Prompto kisses his shoulder in appreciation.“Noct’s gonna flip knowing he missed this.”

"We’ll just have to show them next time then.”

Prompto smiles, squeezing him in a tight embrace. “Yeah, we will.”

#my writing #promptio #gladiolus x prompto #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ffxv #final fantasy xv #chocobros #fanfic #fanfiction

[third-arch]

No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

Quiescence 1-Realization

sfw, fluff, angst, comfort, cussing, trauma, topics of self-harm, depression, sexual/abuse, suicide, and suicidal thoughts

Silent

Your eyes slowly open to see the big blue sky, with giant clouds rolling past. Sunlight peaks through the cracks and shines down on the world below. Wherever you were, it was paradise. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. 

“Mmm…”. You yawn, stretching your arms out as far as they can reach, and take a look around. A pretty garden, filled with all kinds of flowers. Flowers of all shapes and sizes, colors, some you wondered if they were even real or not. 

“Oh, you’re awake!” a deep, sultry voice greets you. 

You turn around to see a long pair of legs, red hearts plastered all over the soft, cotton fabric of the pants. As you look up to find the owner of the legs in front of you, you nearly break your neck trying to shift your head properly. You end up scooting your entire body around to stare up at the individual. 

It was a handsome tall-statured man. Mousy blonde hair hung over his eyebrows nearly covering his stern, amber eyes. Two small freckles resided alongside his slender nose, complimenting his pale skin. You could make out what seemed to be black studded earrings underneath his devilish dark red hood. A giant raven dark feathered coat draped over his shoulders and kissed the earth below. Most notably, other than his eccentric red and blue face paint, he wreaked of nicotine. 

Once you meet his gaze, he smiles and shoots a peace sign at you. You could sense imaginary sparkles emanating from his grin. A warmth fills your chest as you smile back. 

“Want me to help you up?” He bends over, extending his hand. 

You take it. “Thank you.”

As soon as you get up, he stumbles forward and falls with a loud CRASH. 

“Ah!! Are you okay?” you lean over him a little, trying to squeeze past his legs to help pull him up. 

“Yea. Don’t worry. I’m fine.” he grunts. Once he stands up, he looks down at you, his eyes widened. He chuckles softly “I’m sorry, this is just, really new. I’ve been…alone, for a really long time.” a soft smile forms on his lips. His calm demeanor returns. “It’s a pleasure to meet you”.

“Likewise! This must be a dream. I could stay here forever!”  

The tall man leans down to brush the grass blades from his pants. “So, I take it you ate the Nagi Nagi no Mi…” 

You turn back to the tall man and look up. “The what?” you respond, confused.

“The devil fruit. That’s why you’re here.”

Your eyes widen. “Is that the devil fruit I ate??” you whisper “What does it even do? I don’t even know why I ate it. I just-” 

“Woah woah woah, just breathe. Take it one step at a time.” 

You take a moment to pause and collect your thoughts, and start over, 

“Okay, I…maybe? I’m not sure. Earlier today, I went to my spot on the island that our captain usually takes us to. I went the same route as I always do. It had been a couple of months since we visited the island, but when I came back, it was just there. I’d never seen it before,” 

The man shoves his hand into his coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He hits the box once with the back of his palm, causing a cigarette to fall out. He puts the stick between his lips and pulls out a lighter from his other pocket. Once between his lips, he lights his cigarette with a quick strike.

Before you can even finish your thought, you watch as a scorching fire engulfs the man’s left shoulder. 

“Uh, sir??” 

"What?" 

You point up towards the crackling flames. "!! Your coat’s on fire!!" 

He instinctively tumbles over once more, in a daring yet unsuccessful attempt to extinguish the flames. 

CRASH.

You help him, gently beating down his coat. “How often does this happen? Are you okay?” 

He looks at you, pleasantly surprised. “Yeah…” is his only response. He looks at the ground while the remains of the fire on his shoulder smoldered. 

“Oh, by the way! I should’ve mentioned it earlier! My name is Reader!” 

“Oh! Nice to meet you, Reader!” the man smiles. “And thanks for not laughing at me, by the way.” 

“Why would I? It’s silly when you fall, but it’s gotta suck too, if you can’t help it.” You giggle. 

When all's said and done, he sits right back down, puffing his cigarette between his lips. “Alright, you can continue.” 

You continue telling your story about how you ate the Nagi Nagi no Mi. The man focuses on you, paying attention to each detail with subtle nods.

“I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t feel anything different, but I kept thinking like ‘What if I never figure out how to use it?’ or like ‘What if it’s useless’, you know? So I ended up here. I don’t know how to use the Devil Fruit’s abilities at this rate.” You pause. Shit, I haven’t told Law yet, either. I don’t even know how I’m gonna tell him? 

“Wait, Did you say Law?” The tall man interrupts.

“Huh? Oh did I say that out loud? Sorry-” The man squats down to your level and places his large hand on your head. 

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. You’re doing great. But, when you said Law, you meant Trafalgar Law, right?” 

“Yeah! He’s my captain? Why?” 

A gentle gleam entered the man’s widened eyes. His mouth gapes open. “How is he? Is he okay? Is he happy?” 

“You know Captain Law?” You smile. “Of course! I’m not sure if he’s happy, but he’s definitely fine! He’s a wonderful leader. He can be cold on the surface, but he’s really loving and caring underneath. He’s really good to us.”

His lips begin to quiver. “He’s well...” his voice shakes. He grips your shoulders “I’m so glad. It was all worth it, all of it…” He says, grinning widely at you. “He really is a great person. Thank you for trusting him, Reader.” 

You pat his head as he removes his hands to wipe away his tears. 

“Of course! He’s the reason I’m here today. He saved me back in Dressrosa. I hate how awful I treated him back then. I was horrible to everyone. But, he was just so gentle and sweet to me. He made me feel safe. It was like night and day. I just-”

You fidget with your double ringed earrings, “I really look up to him. I’m thankful for him and I’d do anything to repay his kindness. I’m gonna be his medical assistant soon.” 

The man looks at you with gentle eyes. “Why are you frowning?” he asks.

“...he saved me again recently, too.” you mumble. 

–

While everyone is asleep, you quietly sneak onto the deck. You hoist yourself over the ledge and stand high below the darkness of the shimmering sea. After a couple of deep breaths, you slip from the railings, plummeting straight into the deepest parts of the ocean. 

You hit the waves with a splash. You can’t swim. You just sink farther and farther down, letting the sea engulf you. The salty water burns your eyes and bloodied lacerations covering your left arm. Through the pain, you can see the moonlight rippling through the water. 

“This is it,'' you thought. You were tired of everything. You had finally reached your breaking point.. You close your eyes and let the air drain from your body.

Chambres!

The next thing you remember was waking up in the infirmary room where your journey began. Your left arm is bandaged. You look down to see Law resting his head on your stomach, sound asleep. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. You take your hand and gently place it over his head. You caress his soft hair, as he opens his tired eyes to meet yours. 

“Captain, I-” 

Without saying a word, he scoots forward and hugs you tightly. It was the first time he’s ever hugged you and the first time you've ever seen him sincerely hug someone. 

“You’re stupid, Reader-ya” he mutters.

“...I’m sorry” 

He keeps hugging you. “I knew I heard something. I was almost too late, I almost lost you,” he trembled, “Dammit, fuck. why didn’t you come to me?” 

“I’m sorry” 

“And your arm,” 

You wrap your arms around his back.

“I can’t lose you. I-” he huffs, “God, why are you so stupid? Why can’t you see how beautiful you are?” 

“I’m sorry” 

“You never bother me enough, either. I like it when you come into my office. I like hearing you play, Reader-ya. I love the art you make me. I’m sorry if I didn’t show it enough. But I like your presence a lot. I care about you, okay?"

You can feel his thumb gently caressing your back as you nod. "But it fucking tears me apart to see you like this. Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it. I want to help you. We’re here for you.” 

“Captain, I-” you pull away to look at him. Your Captain looks like a trainwreck. You were both tired. “Can I just have your company? I’m just really tired. I wanna rest.” 

His worried gaze softened. He hoisted you up out of the infirmary bed and carried you to his room. You buried your head into his neck. Neither of you cared. You were both too exhausted to exchange words with one another as your Captain laid you in his bed. 

–

“I remember him tucking me in, too. He let me sleep on his bed while he sat on the floor, watching me until I fell asleep. Even when I woke up, Law sat on the edge of the bed, scolding me the moment I woke up.”

You faintly smile. “He had someone do night watch right near my room for about a week, until he was certain I was okay. I wasn’t allowed to shave or have any blades in my room, either. It was the worst, haha.” 

The man softly smiles. “Aw, Reader. I can imagine. I’m glad he’s doing that for you. It’s the right thing to do. I’m glad you’re alive, Reader. Life is beautiful, I promise you”

“Thank you” you say, softly.

The man glances over at a locked glass case covering the top of the vinyl record player next to him.

“...Has Law ever told you about his childhood?” “Sort of. Come to think of it, he doesn’t really talk about his past too often.” you gaze at the sky.

“Law doesn’t really open up too much. He’d always just let me talk. He’d only agree to talk about himself when he’d invite me to coffee shops or festivals and stuff.” 

The man takes another puff of his cigarette. “Well, his childhood was not easy.” 

You look back at him, “How come? What happened?” 

The man hesitates “Well…”

–

Your eyes widen in horror. Everything made sense. His coldness, his bitterness, his independence, his arrogance–all of it. Underneath those tattoos was someone who had been forced to grow up at such a young age.

“All this time, he kept me safe because he-”

“He loves you, Reader.”

“What?”

He pokes your chest “You have so much love in that heart of yours, Reader. You’re giving it to a man with a broken heart. He’s doing his best.” He puffs his cigarette.

“I’m sure he saw himself in you and wanted to do the right thing, what others failed him over and over again. He saved you. That’s what captains do!” 

You smile. “Law is wonderful. He’s a dear friend and captain to me. Hearing that just makes me love him even more.”

The man smiles back. “It should.”

–

It suddenly came out of nowhere. It never really fully occurred to you yet, but you liked this man’s presence. You’re not totally sure why, but you don’t feel awkward at all around this guy. You’re sure you’ve seen him somewhere…before…

Your smile disappears. “Wait...” you mumble, taking a step back.

No, it can’t be.

“Huh? Hey, is something wrong?” 

“...” You take another step back from the man. You want to run, but you feel like you’re being trapped in quicksand. You can barely move.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I do something? I do-” 

“Do-ffy?” you slowly repeat. Your wrists start to feel numb. Your vision begins to become static. “Doffy, I-I’m sorry.” you stutter. 

The tall man processes what you told him. Once he realizes what’s going on, he lets out a small gasp. He gently raises his hands so as to not frighten you.

“No, wait, Reader! I’m not Doffy! I’m his brother, Rosinante!”

He maintains his eye contact and relaxes his body. “Hey, look at me. It’s okay”. Your chest feels tight, the air choking you. It feels like your lungs are being filled with poison. Your eyes dart around as you hyperventilate. The man looks at you with gentle eyes.

“Just breathe, kid. Please.”

You place your hands over your ears and shut your eyes as tight as you can. You curl up onto the grass, trembling and breathing heavily. Your heart is racing. “Please don’t hurt me” your mind was racing, until

Silent

You slowly uncover your ears. Everything is…quiet. The static is gone. Rosinante sits down in front of you, gently stroking your back.

“It’s okay, Reader. My name is Donquixote Rosinante. But, you can call me Corazon, if you’d like. You’re safe here, I promise you. It’s okay…He’s not here, okay?” his deep voice soothed you. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“...Corazon? You’re…I’ve seen you before.” you say, quietly trembling.

“You have?”

You nod, nearly on the verge of tears. “I saw a photo of you and called you pretty, and Doffy didn’t like it” you sob. “I tried fighting back and he beat me and he-” you stutter “He-h-he” the rest was a blur. 

Corazon embraced you. “Oh fucking hell, Reader. I’m so sorry.” 

You turn your body into his chest and continue crying. 

Corazon finds himself tearing up, as well. “It’s okay. He’s gone. He won’t ever hurt you again.” He gently rocks the two of you back and forth. 

-

Corazon cuddles with you on the ground, as you snuggle into his black coat. You feel safe around him.

“It was so scary, Corazon.” 

“I’m sure it was. You’re incredibly brave.” 

He gently strokes the back of your head as you softly cry into his chest. He hugs you tighter, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You guys just look alike sometimes, I guess.”

He hums in response. “I’m just glad you’re feeling a little better.”

“Me too, I just feel weak. I feel like I’m just, fragile.” 

“Hey, I think you’re really strong for making it this far. You’re very brave for opening up to me about this. And, just by looking at you, I can tell you’ve grown!”

“Thank you, Corazon” 

"No, really! I mean it. You’re using your heart, mind, and emotions in tandem.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Well,” He pauses. 

“...You never want to fight without all of those things. If you only have your mind, you’ll retreat from battle, lacking combat. Only relying on your talents. You grow tired more easily.” 

He took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. You felt a warmness envelop you the further you nuzzled into his coat. 

“If you only fight with your emotions, they might consume you or blind you. Your temperament takes control.” 

“And if you only fight with just your heart, you lack the planning and proper decision making. The will to fight will carry on as long as your heart is beating, and you’re resilient. But, you’re reckless and-hmm.” he pauses, staring at the sky. 

“...You want to use all of those things when you fight. That’s partly why Law’s here today. Who the hell knows where he’d be, had things turned out differently.”

Is this why Law hasn’t been letting you fight? Have your emotions blinded you this whole time? You sigh, ”It’s no wonder people tell me I fight with so much anger and desperation.” You frown. You feel like crying. ‘That Demon! I’ve been falling behind because I’ve been consumed by fear and anger. Pure, black rage.” You sob. 

“Come here, Reader.” he stretches his arms out, as you embrace him, sobbing into his chest. “You’re okay. Just let it all out.” 

Corazon kept smiling. He keeps holding you, as you tremble less and less. He was trying everything he could to make you happy. He stares at the sky. “The seasons change here, you know?” 

“…Does it get cold?” you sniffle. “Well, I can’t feel anything. I don’t get any frostbites, either, so I just sleep or walk around.” “Hm…” You look at your hands, flower petals softly brushing against the sides of your fingers. The flowers beneath you dance around you, softly ticking your skin.

Still, you frown. It must be so lonely here, sometimes. He can’t even fully experience the little things, like the warm sunshine or the cool breeze. 

“I’m really sorry about all of this. I feel, I don’t know…” 

“Hey, don’t worry. I know because of your past that some things are still hard for you, but you’re going to spiral if I don’t intervene.” He responds, warmly.

“You have such a kind heart, Corazon,” your voice becomes shaky.

“I’m just-I’m done feeling like shit and having breakdowns over him! He’s really important for the both of us. I want Law to live, just as you did. I want to stand by his side,” You sit up, sniffing. 

“Corazon, please, teach me how to use your powers.” 

Corazon’s eyebrows raise slightly, and then drop, relaxed. He smirks. 

“You wanna learn from the master, huh?” 

You turn to him and nod. 

“Alright, but before I can train you, first, I need you to answer this for me…don’t overthink it.”

Corazon sits up and turns to you. He presses his index finger gently at the center of your forehead. Your eyelids begin to grow heavy as you fall forwards and pass out against him.

“What’s holding you down, Reader?”

-

-

-

You slowly open your eyes, your face buried into your soft, fluffy pillows. You take in the quiet ambience for a moment, laying still underneath your blanket, until you feel something soft in your hand.

You open your fist to find a small, black feather quiescently resting in your palm.

Suddenly, you remembered everything.

"Corazon!"

Author’s Note:

“Quiescence 1-Realization” deals with the topics of self-harm, depression, sexual/abuse, suicide, and suicidal thoughts.

You can call, text, or google “988” for resources dealing with suicidal thoughts, self harm, and/or depression.

For resources dealing with sexual abuse, call “1-800-656-4673” or google “sexual assault” for auto-populated and area specific resources.

For abuse resources, you can talk to a trusted adult, google “abuse hotline” for area specific resources, or call “911”. You can talk to a loved one or a trusted adult (a counselor, teacher, parent) if you are dealing with these thoughts.

You are loved, and better days will come.

I'm not really too proud of this chapter, but I did what I could :,)) I'll try to get better!! I tried to make it as tame as possible because of the topics, too. 🤍🌸✨✨✨

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My Everything | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: When five marauders goes to two within the instance of a day. Two children are left without fathers and a wife is left without a husband.

Request: Sirius Black x Wife!reader reuniting and she's Remus sister

A/N: My first Harry Potter request. I got so excited to see this in my inbox and I hope it isn’t the last :)

Perhaps it was the feeling of betrayal she felt when he was finally gone. The fact that everything he’d ever said was a lie. She couldn’t help but think maybe his vows were a lie too. The five Marauders were now two. Only two left. How did this even happen? 

The unbreakable group of five. James Potter, the so-called leader of them all. The mom friend who always made sure everyone was okay and cared for. Sirius Black, the second in command. The mischievous, charismatic troublemaker who was always in detention. Peter Pettigrew, the outcast of them all. The shy and naive boy who gave them all a sense of logic. Remus Lupin, the intelligent and solace of them all. The only boy smart enough not to get caught. Y/n Lupin, the creative and sneaky one. The only one who could sneak and out of the Potions cabinet without Slughorn noticing. 

Now it was just the Lupin twins who, as Sirius called them, the “Linking Lupins.” It was hard in the beginning. First-year was difficult. All they had was each other. Lyall hadn’t really been accepting in the first place, but Hope was always blissfully unaware of her son's problem. All she knew was that he had to go away once a month. Lyall cursed himself out every night that Remus went away, cursing himself for letting this happen to his son. 

The cries of his baby girl begging for her brother. The wails of Y/n pleading for Remus not to go away. Not wanting to let go of him, hearing Remus from inside the room in the basement begging to be let out. Sobbing, crying for his mum or his dad to let him out, praying that the wolf doesn’t take over. Whimpering at how much it hurts the way his bones dislocate and relocate back together in a new way. 

So yeah, first year was challenging. But Dumbledore had a safe place for him to go every evening of the full moon, and Y/n would be there when he woke up every time. Remus relished in the way her hands felt in his. They were so soft compared to his calloused ones. So gentle compared to his often rough movements. Small compared to big. She was everything he wasn’t, and he was happy about that. 

James Potter was the first to talk to them with his flamboyant nature. His eyes were the lightest of browns with spotted glittering green. His smile was perfect and straight. How could someone’s smile be that way at the ripe age of eleven? Despite his aura screaming, “I’m the popular kid, and you’re the loser,” he was actually quite nice. 

Upon looking at James, the Lupin twins both thought of trouble. They remembered the popular kids from their muggle school before this one, how they used to belittle Remus for his scars and how Y/n used to push them away. So, forgive them for being a little cautious around him. It didn’t help that James’ counterpart was the opposite of them both. 

Sirius Black, lanky and confident. This boy had no boundaries and absolutely no limits. If he wanted it, he was going to get it. His eyes were the purest iron, and his smile was white like quartz. Hair black as coal and personality as gregarious as the color wheel. His style was toned back, but his character could’ve put the color wheel to shame with how bright he was. Sirius Black could’ve been the antonym to Remus and Y/n Lupin. 

During second year they found another boy who was being beaten by Slytherins for his scarlet and golden robes. He was stocky, and it seems that he was pretty timid. His blond hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes full of fright. Y/n had stepped in front of him just like she had Remus from the bullies back in muggle school. Her wand was held tight in her grip as she stared at them. 

“What are you gonna do, Loony Lupin?” One of them snarled. 

“Aguamenti.” 

The Slytherins were now covered in water. Damp like they had all taken a shower with their clothes on. Their black robes turned a shade darker. The evergreen accents turned olive, and the silver turned into grey. The main Slytherin boy gritted his teeth, and his icy eyes stared into Y/n’s e/c ones. 

“You’ll pay for that.”

Y/n pocketed her wand in her robes, smiling sweetly, “I’m sure I will. Now, run along before I do something worse.”

They didn’t want to obey, but they also didn’t want to stay in that situation. The Slytherins scurried off like dogs following their owner's command. Y/n fixed her hair with her hand and turned around. She was offering her soft hand to the boy who was frozen, shocked, staring at her. Hesitantly he gripped her hand, allowing her to pull him up. She was only slightly shorter than him. 

“Y/n Lupin.” She introduced, “You are?”

“Pe- Peter Pettigrew.”

Y/n bowed playfully, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Peter.” 

“Pleasure.” Peter muttered shyly as her group of friends approached. 

Remus swung an arm around her shoulders, “You’re bloody brilliant, you know?”

“Our star.” Sirius swooned jokingly as Y/n punched his shoulder, causing him to pout, “Who’s this?” James queried, looking at Peter, who cowered under the hazel-eyed gaze. 

“Boys,” Y/n smiled brightly, “This is our new member of the Marauders. Peter Pettigrew.”

Peter fiddled with his hands anxiously, “New- New member?”

“Mhm!” Y/n hummed, “You’re our new addition.”

James smiled, “Any friend of Y/n’s is a friend of ours. Welcome, Peter.”

From then it went from four to five. Peter never really stopped thanking them for letting him in. For the first time, Peter felt at home, and it was thanks to Y/n. He realized how kind she was, how creative she was. It was so strange. The group was so different, like extraordinarily diverse, yet they worked together so well. Y/n and Remus seemed to be the brains of things. James and Sirius seemed to be the trouble makers. Peter just did his own thing but always contributed. 

In fifth year Remus started to worry. Everyone was so secretive. They stopped hanging around as much, even his sister. It hurt. It really hurt to see them seeking around on the map that he and Y/n created together for the most part. It wasn’t until during the winter break did Y/n finally realize what they were doing affected them. 

Remus barely cried. Or at least that’s what people made it out to seem. Remus actually cried a decent amount. He was snuggled up in his room. His blanket encasing him, and his arms held around his pillow tightly, gripping it as if it’d leave him like he felt everyone else was. His heart felt broken. Y/n was outside his door, hearing his soft cries, and gently knocked on the door. 

“Rem. Can I come in, please?”

He didn’t say anything, so she just let herself in. The door closed behind her with a click, and she saw her tall brother curled up into the tightest ball with silver streams on his cheeks. Y/n sat in front of him and rubbed the side of his arm. Remus’ eyes continue to release water like a dam that had been broken. He couldn’t swallow it no matter how hard he tried. 

“What’s wrong, Rem?”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just dug his head deeper into the pillow he was holding. Y/n’s hand made its way to his sandy-colored hair. She was scratching at the scalp and smoothing his hair away from his face keeping the strands from getting wet. Her hand hesitantly reached his cheek and wiped away the tears that kept falling. 

She sighed, “Remus, please.”

“You’re- you’re gon’ leave me, aren’ you.” Remus choked. 

“Leave you?” Y/n questioned softly, afraid if she raised her voice any more, it’d make things worse, “I wouldn’t leave you if I was given a chance, Remmy.”

He sniffled, “You- you haven’ been a- around.”

“I know.” Y/n soothed, caressing his cheek, “But there’s an explanation for it. James, Sirius, Peter, and I have been distant. We know that. But there’s a reason for it. You’ll find out soon.”

Remus’ eyes met his sister's warm e/c ones, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never.” 

He smiled gently. The corners of his lips barely curled, but she knew it was there. Remus had fallen asleep with his sister's hand in his hair. When she was sure he was sleeping, Y/n left the bedroom, allowing him to sleep peacefully. Then she wrote a letter to James where she knew Sirius was staying too. 

One more week, Y/n thought. One more week of this Mandrake leaf in their mouths until they could be done with this. 

It took another month before it was ready. Before they were ready. They were in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom when they started. James started first. When he turned into a stag, they all began laughing. James turned back, pouting. Sirius turned second into a huge black dog. Y/n smiled and petted his head. 

“Very fitting, Sirius.”

Sirius turned back, letting Peter turn next. He was so tiny that Sirius almost stepped on him. James and Y/n sniggered at their rat friend. Next was Y/n, who turned into a graceful cat. Her fur was black, and her eyes were a striking e/c. James smirked and nudged Sirius. 

“Matching animagus’, eh?”

Sirius scowled, “Cats and dogs don’t match.”

Y/n turned back, “Don’t they?”

“Ready for this full moon?” James asked them all. 

“‘Course!”

“Yep!”

“Can’t wait.”

That full moon was better than them all. Remus had people to join him. There was something that he noticed, though. Every time he’d get close to the cat, the dog would growl and stand in front of her. It was like the dog was protecting what was his. Y/n noticed it too. Every time Remus got close, Sirius stood in front of her, keeping him at a safe distance. 

It wasn’t until a quiet night in the Marauders dorm did Remus finally bring it up, “Sirius.”

“Remus.”

“How long?”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “How long what?”

“You know,” Remus moved his hand in a circular motion for him to continue, “How long have you liked my sister?”

“Woah, Remus.” Sirius stated in shock, “That’s quite the accusation.”

Remus tilted his head, “Is it?”

“Yeah. It is.” Sirius replied, “Y/n is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So, you not sleeping with any girls for the past year is just a coincidence?” Remus questioned knowingly, “You staring at her during class and parties is just on accident?”

Sirius’ cheeks went pink, “And it’s definitely a coincidence that you always hug her first after every Quidditch match.”

“Okay, fine, fine.” Sirius confessed, “I like Y/n. I have for a while.”

“So why haven’t you asked her out?”

“Excuse me?”

Remus shrugged, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet? You know she enjoys going to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks.”

“Mate, have you forgotten we’re talking about your sister?” Sirius asked, “Like your twin sister?”

“I know.” Remus replied, “She likes you too, you know.”

Sirius’ eyes were practically bulging out of his skull. How in the name of Merlin was Remus so calm about this? He said it so casually as if they were talking about the weather. Sirius expected Remus to get angry or throw a book at him. 

“Are you- Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”

“As long as you don’t hurt her, sure.”

Sirius hesitated before asking his next question, “Can you help me do it?”

Remus smirked, “Casanova of Hogwarts can’t ask out Y/n?”

“Please, Remus.” Sirius begged, “I really like her, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Remus snorted, “You always fuck things up.”

“That’s why I need you!” 

Remus just smirked triumphantly. 

“Pleaaaseeeeeee.”

“Alright, fine.” Remus relented, “Just be cool about it, yeah? Take her to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. She’d enjoy that a lot. Maybe take her to Tomes and Scrolls.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Remus rolled his eyes, “Now shut up. ‘M tired.”

The following day Sirius and Y/n did go to Hogsmeade together. She was amazed when they went into Honeydukes together. She picked out some of her favorite sweets and some for Remus since the full moon was a week away. When she went to pay for it, Sirius pushed her hand away, paying for it himself. Y/n wouldn’t stop thanking him. 

Next, they went to Tomes and Scrolls. On any ordinary occasion, Sirius would’ve hated this. Truth be told, he wasn’t really a reader or a book person in general. But for her, he’d do absolutely anything. Y/n picked out some new books and began raving to Sirius about one in particular. So again, Sirius paid for them and told her to find a table in the Three Broomsticks. 

Sirius went to the area where the book she was raving about was found. He grabbed one for himself, planning to read and annotate it for her. Maybe he’d give it to her as a birthday gift or just a random gift. Nonetheless, he knew she’d love it, and Sirius would fall off a cliff if she asked him to. 

Inside he found her sitting with a hot chocolate and a butterbeer for himself. Sirius slid into the booth smiling at her. They talked about everything and anything. Sirius even went as far as to tell her some stuff about his family the other guys didn’t know about. He went on about how he envied Remus and her relationship wanting the same thing with Regulus. 

Sirius told her how he wanted his future to look. How many tattoos he wanted. Where he wanted to live. How many children he wanted. So on and so forth. He was so open and so honest it surprised her. Generally, if someone asked Sirius what he wanted his future to look at, he’d just shrug. Now he was spilling everything to her. 

It didn’t take long after that for them to become official. Remus smiled when she announced it. He was happy for her. Remus could see how happy Sirius made her, and for that, he was grateful that someone could take care of her in his absence. Y/n only wanted that for him too. One day she’d have a family, and Remus wouldn’t be her main priority. That scared her because, for all seventeen years of her life, it was just her and Remus. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, they got married. It wasn’t anything huge, especially with Voldemort on the rise, but it happened. James was Sirius’ best man, and Marlene was Y/n’s maid of honor. Remus walked Y/n down the aisle and gently kissed her cheek before letting her go. Seeing Sirius and Y/n get married made James overjoyed to marry Lily, but that would happen all in due time. 

So what was it that made her feel this way? Was it the betrayal? Was it the dishonesty? Was it the disloyalty? What was it in truth? The moment Sirius was locked away in Azkaban, everything changed. When Remus heard about it, she was his first stop. Inside he saw her with a baby on her lap. Their baby boy, just a year old. He was born only months before Harry. 

Little Perseus Sirius Black. Y/n’s pride and joy. He was everything to her. Remus had walked into the house seeing his broken sister holding her child close to her as he cried. Remus walked in and gently took the child from her arms, allowing her to lean on his shoulder as he held Perseus. The little boy smiled at the familiar face of his uncle. 

“Rem!” 

Remus smiled softly, “Hey, Perseus.”

It took a long time for Y/n to collect herself. Remus had taken a spot in the house since he couldn’t find a place by himself. Y/n worked at the ministry most days, and Remus would take care of her little troublemaker. As Perseus grew, he looked more and more like his mother. The same e/c eyes and h/c hair. The only thing that made him look like a Black was his defined body and facial structure. 

The sharp jawline, the defined nose, the straight cheekbones, the semi-hollow cheeks, and the pointed chin. His features were that of the Noble House of Black, yet he could’ve made his way to look like a Lupin even more. For a while, Y/n worked a lot. She was trying to keep her family afloat. But it wasn’t until Remus said he got a job offer at Hogwarts did she have to stop. Working for her felt like nothing. Every day she was worried about Perseus going to school. Especially with Sirius being out of Azkaban. 

The night that Remus saw Peter Pettigrew on the map, he knew something was wrong and sent Y/n and owl for her to come to Hogwarts. Without hesitation, she did. On the night of that full moon, she was also down in the Shrieking Shack, holding Harry close to her, not wanting him to get hurt. When everything got resolved, she cried. 

Y/n went home that night rethinking everything. A week later, Remus and Perseus returned home. She couldn’t remember holding Percy that tight ever. Y/n was just thankful that he was safe and he was home. That night that Y/n and Remus told Percy what really happened, why his father was never really in the picture. 

A year later is when Perseus finally met his father - well, that he can remember. He was fifteen now, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts when Y/n and Remus took him to Grimmauld Place 12. It felt foreign, and it felt evil. Needless to say, Percy didn’t like the place. Inside, Sirius was waiting for them along with many others. 

When the door opened and shut gently, he knew it was her. For the first time in over twelve years, he’d be allowed with his wife again. The woman he loved and the woman he felt the most solace with. He’d also see the boy that he used to know grown up into a young adult. The young gentleman Sirius always wanted. 

Perseus stood in front of her, Y/n’s hands on his shoulders. Sirius almost chuckled at it. Percy was protecting her even if she didn’t know it herself. He stood in front of her for a reason, to make sure she’d be safe. Sirius stood in front of them, swallowing harshly. 

“Remus, Y/n.” He choked on the last name.

“Good evening Sirius.” Remus greeted politely, “How have you been?”

Sirius shuffled, “I’ve been better.”

Remus hugged him, whispering in his ear, “Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, Siri.” Y/n smiled with tears in her eyes, “Hey, love.”

Gently she walked in front of Percy and hugged him tightly. Sirius’ arms went around her waist, and his nose dug into her hair. The scent of her perfume and shampoo calming his nerves slightly. Y/n dug her head into his neck and placed her arms around him. They pulled away and smiled. Gently he kissed her forehead. 

“I’m sorry for believing that you would ever,” She looked down, “You know.”

Sirius picked her chin back up gently, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love.”

Y/n kissed his lips softly. His lips were far from how she remembered. They were no longer soft and tasted of smoke. Instead, they were chapped and tasted of firewhiskey. Perhaps some things never change. Their lips melded together perfectly, just as they did so many years ago. They pulled apart, smiling brightly. She pulled from his embrace to stand by his side. 

“Sirius, this is-“

“Perseus, I know.” 

Perseus smiled nervously; they had the same smile, the same straight smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

It was silent for a while as Perseus shuffled, “Are you- are you staying this time?”

“I’d like to.” Sirius replied, “I’m not quite sure the extent of my living abilities, but I’ll be here.”

“I’m- I'm in Slytherin.”

“Okay.”

Perseus looked incredulously, “Okay? That’s all you have to say?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being in Slytherin.” Sirius stated, “Your heart is in the right place.”

“How would you know?” Percy snapped, “You’ve been gone for most of my life. You don’t know anything about me.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “So you standing in front of your Mather was just a happy accident? You weren’t planning on protecting her. Shall something go wrong?”

Percy looked at the ground, “Someone had to make sure she was safe while you were gone.” 

“That’s not fair.” 

“Life isn’t fair!” Percy yelled, “You left us. You don’t realize how badly you hurt her while you were gone.”

Remus walked back into the corridor to see Y/n frozen staring at her son. Sirius was standing in an argumentative stance. Percy’s eyes were filling with tears of frustration as he stared at the man who abandoned him from the start. 

“You left me. You left mum. You left Remus.” Percy cried, “How did you expect this to go, huh?”

Sirius didn’t say anything, “Did you expect me to be happy?! Did you expect me to hug you and fall into your arms?!” Percy shouted, “Because I’m not. I’m not happy, and I’m not going to fall into your arms and hug you like a naive little boy. My mum deserves better than this bullshit.”

“Enough!” Remus snapped, and Percy froze, “Your father is risking his life to be here right now. To meet you. I get it. I wouldn’t be happy either if my father did what Sirius did. But with things, the way they are right now is holding a grudge really that important?”

“N- No, sir.”

“Percy.” Y/n called, and he stared at her with watery eyes as she approached him, “I get it. You’re angry, you’re upset, but he’s still your father. He wants to be here now.”

“B- But he-“

“I know, my love. He’s going to try and make up for it. You don’t have to trust him right away. You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ right away. He isn’t expecting that.” Y/n wiped the tears from his cheeks, “All he’s expecting is his son. The little boy that he last saw.”

Percy looked down, “I know you aren’t that little boy, and I wish you still were. The little boy that used to make me smile and laugh. The little boy that used to cause mischief around the house driving Remus mad.” 

Sirius smiled, “You’re older now, and that will take some getting used to. I know you don’t remember, but Sirius used to be the only one who could get you to stop crying. He used to hold you all night, sleep with you in the rocking chair.”

“Sirius used to babble nonsense to you while I was at work. He used to take you to the park. Make you laugh by turning into a dog.” Percy sniffled, “Back then, Sirius was your everything, baby.”

Percy hugged his mom tight, “I- I’m scared.”

It was only loud enough for her to hear, “Why, baby?”

“What if- what if he leaves again?”

“He’s not going to.” Y/n moved the hair from his face, “Sirius wouldn’t leave us unless he had to.”

Percy knew what that meant. Sirius wouldn’t leave unless he got killed or died. Percy looked at Sirius’ eyes which were filled with tears from recalling the moments of his past. Y/n smiled reassuringly before Percy allowed himself to hug his father. He was wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his nose into his chest. 

When they pulled apart, Sirius smiled, “You’re my everything, kiddo.”

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[aliteama]

♡Headcanons♡

S/O with a demon curse technique

Inumaki Toge

♡ Please he get’s so scared watching you regenerate, the first time you lost a limb or a vital organ he swears his heart stopped, If it’s a small cut he thinks it’s so cool watching it heal quickly and vanish as if nothing happened.

♡ When he finds out you’ll eventually live on forever or at least until you die he gets a little sad so please let him in on the demon reversal! Get’s so smiley at the thought of spending his life with you.

♡ Uses you to play pranks on the others, like he’ll have you 

♡ Finds the whole concept of demons fascinating and can hear you talk about breathing techniques for days on end, gives you his best puppy eyes so you can teach him proper breathing forms.

Peering down at the stinging in your chest laid a gushing hole located little too close to your heart, dull pain flowing rushing to your veins as your cells rushed to heal themselves.

“Blast Away”

In an instant Inumaki was by your side placing pressure on your wound despite you insisting you were fine, crimson covering both your dark uniforms and seeping into the fabric to create an uncomfortable feeling. It wasn’t exactly ideal to be covered in your lovers blood and no matter how many time he had seen you get punctured like a pincushion the prodding thought of you dying crawled into his head and remained there.

“Toge I’m fine! just need a little time to heal is all” grimacing towards the curses remains you watched it turn to dust, “how annoying” agitation swimming in your mind at the fact that you managed to get hurt by some silly curse.

“Leaf Mustard?” shaking hands cupped your cheeks, they were warm and painted in blood yet the gesture was appreciated. 

“Yes, I promise I’m ok”

Gojo Satoru

♡ If you can’t go into the sun he’s going to be gifting you different umbrellas to match with all your outfits, he got you guys those matching clear one’s as well because he likes to walk side by side and bump you with it.

♡ Gojo knows you can protect yourself but he can’t help but worry about what the elders would do to you considering their so old-fashioned and fear the unknown.

♡ Once he finds out about your demon abilities he will not leave you alone, going to be sparring with you constantly because he heard you mention a demon slayer mark ONCE and it’s all he’s thought about.

♡ Probably asks if he’ll turn into a demon too if you bite him.

♡ Slipping into the shade you watched the sun rise from the horizon, turning the cool toned sky turn warm, stretching an arm forward to meet the light and watch the skin boil you retracted whatever wasn’t burned away and let yourself regenerate.

“Weather says sunny skies all week long” a teasing grin appeared on Gojo’s face as he stepped into the shade with you, an arm hidden behind his back held a not so hidden umbrella.

“Were going somewhere”

“Just a little outing”

Holding up the umbrella he got down on one knee and presented it to you as if it were a sword, “A stunning red for my stunning date” swiping it from his hands you gave his head a soft whack at the cheesy line before undoing the velcro and watching a vibrant red pop up.

It really was a stunning shade of red, it contrasted the pale blue in his perfectly and made the white of his hair stand out “You use it” shoving the umbrella into his outstretched arms you saw the smile he bit back.

“I know I’m hot but I don’t get burned like you”

Rolling your eyes at his lame quip you made your way back inside to grab the faded blue umbrella you always found yourself reaching for, “I like this color of blue”

“Hmm, is it because it reminds you of me?”

“Perhaps”

Itadori Yuji

♡ Loves training with you because your strength is on par with his and he doesn’t have to worry about hurting you.

♡ Once said there’s a demon under his bed and he felt so bad and kept apologizing because he thought he offended you.

♡ Thinks your the coolest and keeps bragging to Sukuna about how he’s not the only one who can regenerate anymore.

♡ Ok all demons have sad backstories so if you ever tell Itadori yours he gets so sad like he’ll think about it for days and become super cuddly around you because he want’s you to know he’ll make this life better for you.

♡ Sweeping a leg under your opponents your watched him loose balance and fall back, swinging your sword over your shoulder you pushed the hilt into his stomach, “you loose.. again”

Letting out a loud whine Itadori pushed your sword away and rolled back onto his feet into a fighting stance, fists clenched and eyes honed as he charged at you once more. Inhaling a sharp breath you countered his strikes and aimed for any openings he left, when Itadori said no going easy he meant it. Dirt flew up as his body collapsed downward with a yelp “Your really strong!”

“So are you Yuji!”

“I think I’m done for today! I’m hungry..” placing a hand over his rumbling stomach Itadori looked up at you with excited eyes, “You don’t need to eat right? That must be really cool!” 

Pushing a hand out for him to grab you pulled him up like nothing with a grin on your face, “I could always eat humans!” tugging his arm to your lips you bit down on the soft flesh gently before releasing him with a loud laugh at his shocked expression.

“It’s not funny! I really thought you might want to eat me!” 

Throwing himself onto you Itadori clung to your body and let himself be dragged while you walked back to the main campus “Can you carry me?” with curious eyes you leaned down and let Itadori jump onto your back as he lout an overly excited ‘woah.’

“AH! Your way crazy strong! I wanna carry you next!”

Nobara Kugisaki

♡ Nobara loves watching you open your sword and see it regain it’s color, would never admit it but she secretly hopes you break it so she can see if a new sword means a new color.

♡ You once told her that her sword was forged from the strongest material and she tried to smash it with her hammer, she made a dent at most.

♡ She thinks your regeneration is super useful and doesn’t worry about you too much but get’s a little sad at the fact you can’t go shopping with her out in the day.

♡ Loves to hear you talk about everything you’ve seen come and ago for however long you’ve been around, likes to talk about development and never get’s tired of hearing your voice.

♡ If you’ve killed people Nobara isn’t going to hold it against you and she’ll try to put herself in your shoes so you don’t have to tackle everything on alone.

♡ Tall buildings illuminated by late hour offices and blinding street lights filled your vision, in awe at the lively night life, people passing by with their children and cars honking loudly in traffic. A firm hand held your and guided you around with ease as if she’s been here a hundred times, which she probably has.

If it weren’t for her you’d have been left in the crowd wandering aimlessly in and out of shops, insisting you go shopping with her Nobara paced around all day until the sun went down to drag you out into the bustling city. Stopping outside packed stored and peering into windows of little shops she was overjoyed at finally getting to spend time with you, nighttime was her favorite time as it meant you could travel to and from without worrying about the sun rays damaging your skin.

“Oh! That jacket would look really cute with the boots I got!” hauling you into another shop you sat outside the dressing room while Nobara laced her boots and slipped a neon jacket over her shoulds, “How do I look?”

“Amazing as always” with soft eyes you watched her give you a spin and show off the bright designs that littered the sleeves before switching out her shoes and shrugging the jacket off.

Radiating with joy she bought her items before letting you decide where to stop next, “Ah, I’m not too sure since a lot of places closed already”

Guilt knocked at your heart, if it weren’t for your technique the two of you could travel as far she wanted whenever she wanted without having to hide from the sun.

“I don’t mind though, as long as I get to spend time with you I’d be happy going anywhere”

Wrapping herself around your arm Nobara pressed a loving kiss to your cold cheek that seemed to gain some warmth at the affection given, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I am! Now let’s go”

As long as it was with her anywhere was fine.

#requests #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #itadori yuji x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #jjk x reader

[seriouslysnape]

With a student aged Sev, could you do one where the school is having a ball, and it’s girl’s choice where the girls are the ones who ask for dates. Sev hears a rumor or something that his friend that he loves has asked some other guy, so he’s devastated. In reality, that’s not true, and she’s always planned on asking him, but has just been busy. He’s all down, but then can’t believe it once she asks and is unbelievably excited and stressed over what to wear and so on. And the ending is just a lot of fluff and romance, please?

SO. CUTE. I actually got a little emotional writing this, hahahahah. 

(Below the cut) :)

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The Spring Formal

Young Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,191

“How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

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It had been all the rage through Hogwarts for the last couple of weeks. Hogwarts was hosting a spring ball, somewhat similar to the Yule Ball that always took place in the winter. Hogwarts’ witches and wizards would dress in their most formal clothes and have the time of their lives for one night of the year. Young wizards would shake in their robes when trying to ask their witch of choice to accompany them. 

However, everyone soon learned that there was a catch. 

For this dance, the girls were to ask the boys.It was a totally different idea than everyone was used to. All the boys were on their best behavior in hopes that they could get the attention of the cute girl from their Potions or Charms class. It was a totally exciting role reversal.

The only person who wasn’t thrilled about this was young seventh year Severus Snape.

Severus had always been reserved, and everyone knew it. He kept his head lowered at all times and only spoke when spoken to (and sometimes not even that). He was textbook insecure and doubtful of everything about himself. He was sure that no girl would want to go with him, but there was one that he desperately wanted the hand of. You had been his friend for years now. You were strikingly different than he was, which is why he supposed he was just so fond of you. 

He could only ever dream of being as outgoing as you were. With this hope in mind, he found himself in your presence more than usual.He would walk you to your classes that you didn’t have together, sit next to you in the classes that you did, and even carry your books for you most days. He tried to be more talkative, striking up conversations that he normally wouldn’t. 

He would compliment your outfit and ignore the burning blush that embarrassedly appeared on his cheeks when he did so. He wanted nothing more than to go to this spring formal with you. That wish fizzled out into disappointment, however, when he heard some classmates talking in his Potions class. 

“Can you believe that she asked Remus Lupin to the dance?” A young Slytherin boy said from in front of Severus.

His friend leaned over, matching his friend’s whisper, but still loud enough that Severus could hear every unmistakable word.

“Yeah, I know. [Y/N] had the pick of the litter and that’s who she went with? It’s a bloody shame. I could’ve shown her a better time.” He sneered.

Severus felt his heart seemingly sink into his shoes. It was true that lots of wizards were hoping you’d ask them. You were rather popular after all and stunningly beautiful. Severus had just had a glimmer of hope that you would’ve seen something a little different in him. That you’d want to ask him over everybody else. He supposed he was wrong.

In his saddened focus, he accidentally tipped over his cauldron spilling the beginnings of whatever potion he had been making. The class erupted into laughter, causing the tears that were already stinging at Severus’ eyes to go spilling down his pale cheeks. He ran out of the class in a hurry, not wanting to see anyone for the rest of the day. His robes were drenched with this sticky potion, the bottoms of his shoes making this horrible squelching noise with each step he took. He was zooming through the halls to get back to the Slytherin tower, but stopped when he bumped into someone else. 

He didn’t bother with an apology, but felt his blood run cold when he saw it was you.You briefly shook your head to recover from almost getting knocked over, smiling casually when you saw it was him.

“Woah, hey, Severus!” You piped, readjusting your own robes.

Your smile faded into a frown when you saw the orange colored potion dripping from his clothes, and his reddened, glassy eyes. Before you could ask, he brushed you off and ran down the hall.

“I have to go.”

He was hurt, and now dreading going to this dance alone. He avoided you at all costs now, which you noticed was odd in comparison to the way he had been right on your heels. You tried to reach out to him, but he just gave you the cold shoulder at every attempt. The next week went by, and the more people that had dates, the more irritated Severus became. It was already bad enough that he had a hateful passion for Remus Lupin, along with his other friends that made their lives about torturing Severus. 

You were so kind, so loving. He couldn’t make sense of how you could possibly go with someone like him. The dance was only two days away now, and Severus was beginning to toy with the idea of not going at all. He didn’t want to be the only one without a date, and he definitely didn’t want to be alone all night. He sulked as he fiddled with a stick out near the Quidditch fields. 

He sometimes liked to get away from the castle when things were rough. He lazily dragged the stick through the dirt, poking at a small beetle as it scuttled by with a fellow pal.

Lucky beetle.

He sighed heavily as he continued to pout, almost not noticing the new presence that had placed themself next to him. He looked over hesitantly, and had to fight the urge to get up and leave without saying a word. But you just looked so concerned that he couldn’t bring himself to go. So he stayed put, but returned his gaze to the stick in his hand.

“Hello.” He said dryly.

“Hi,” You acknowledged him. A silence went by, so you pressed on; “You want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lied.

You scoffed, forcing him to look at you.

“Please. You know you’ve been ignoring me. If I’ve done something, I want you to tell me.” You said almost as a plea.

Now it was his turn to scoff with a scowl.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Since he’s so interesting and all.” He barked, tossing the stick away in an aggravated manner.

You were annoyed with his tone, but more confused as to what he was he was on about. You furrowed your brows and scrunched your nose at him.

“What?” You queried, completely lost; “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“So I guess your date to the dance is just a friend?” He asked sarcastically.

You were beyond puzzled. Boyfriend? Date to the dance? Where was he coming up with this stuff?

“Severus, enough. Just tell me what you’re talking about.” You said, fed up with his guessing game.

“Lupin, [Y/N], I’m talking about Lupin.”

That’s when you felt the lightbulb go off in your head. Realization came crashing over you like an ocean wave on a shore. You had heard the rumors that you had asked Remus Lupin to the spring dance, but you denied them, considering that they weren’t true. Remus was already going with someone else, but you had wanted to ask someone else. A knowing smile crossed over your face. Severus was brutally jealous.

“Oh, Sev...” You breathed out; “I didn’t ask Remus to the dance.”

You swear you saw a shimmer of joy wipe across his dark eyes. His heart did a happy leap.

“You didn’t?” He asked softly, suddenly ashamed of how he had been acting.

“No!” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as you giggled.

“But...they said that-”

“Come on, S. You should know by now how stuff gets started around here,” You pointed out; “How many times have we heard things about other students that weren’t true?”

Severus pondered on that for a second. You had a fair point. Hogwarts was notorious for meddling, gossiping kids. He was relieved, but a new question crossed his mind.

“The dance is in two days. Are you going to ask someone?” He asked, not even thinking that you might want to ask him. 

“Why else do you think I’m out here with you now?” You posed.

He paused hard, hardly believing what he was hearing. 

“You...want to go with me? Why did you wait so long to ask?” He questioned.

You were a little offended that he asked you that, but were mostly amused. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him.

“Well, I’ve been trying, but you run away from me every time I try to talk to you. On top of that, I’ve been slammed with work,” You explained; “But better late than never, right?”

He agreed with a shy smile, apologizing for his behavior and making up with you. It wasn’t until you left that he felt a surge of a thrill. He had a lot of preparation to do. 

He sprinted back to his dorm and to his trunk, digging through his clothes trying to find something spiffy to wear. His outfit had to be nothing less than perfect. He liked you a lot, and he wanted to make you look good. Although, you’d look amazing with or without him in his best clothes.

He tossed pants, shirts, socks, and everything else that wasn’t good enough over his shoulder. He went through all the way to the bottom of his trunk before finding something suitable. He bounced up with relief, thankful that he found something on such short notice. He made sure to try it on to make sure that it still fit. Much to his pleasure, it did. 

After the outfit was settled, a new concern sprang to mind. Should he get you flowers? Chocolates? Maybe a present? He was sure he was overthinking everything, but he wanted to be the very best date he could be, as your friend and possible future lover. With a little help from his Herbology professor, he was able to get a hold of some flowers that would be ready the afternoon of the dance. 

He was bright with giddiness. He could barely wait for Saturday.

Saturday night came around, and Severus was shocked that he didn’t collapse when he saw you. His breath caught in his throat, he became lightheaded, and his heart raced like a car on a track. However, he was able to keep his composure and attend the dance with you. And he had the time of his life.He danced with you, laughed until his sides hurt, and he was sure that his cheeks would be permanently stuck from how much he had smiled. He never knew how amazing one person could make him feel.

By the end of the night, you both had sore feet from dancing, but happy hearts from being with one another. To get away from the hustle and bustle of everyone else, you two took a stroll around the outer perimeters of the castle. You both needed some fresh air and some quiet. 

You were both still laughing and soaking up every moment together. You had both hit a positive spot in your lives. You stopped at the edge of the lake, mesmerized by the way the half-moon was glittering on the reflection on the surface. You stood side by side, now silently looking over the water and the small ripples. 

“I had a really nice time tonight, [Y/N].” He spoke lowly, afraid for a moment that the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Me too. I’m glad you came with me,” You replied; “This was the best night I’ve ever had.”

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence in your hand. Severus had slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. 

His thoughts were racing. He thought about how everything in his life had led to tonight...this exact moment. He always wondered if everything happened for a reason. He wondered if every second of life was connected. Had his small choices determined the big things in his life? The good and the bad things? If he had made one tiny, menial different decision somewhere down the line, would that have prevented him from making it to this moment in time?

Whatever the answer was, he was glad for whatever choice brought him here.

You saw that his eyes were dead set ahead, but the blush on his cheeks were evidence that he knew exactly what was he was doing. You could tell he was nervous, and he hadn’t been the entire night. You knew what he was thinking.

 “Hey, Sev?” You called gently, his eyes diverting to you. 

“Yes?” He replied.

“Just kiss me already.” You said with a smirk.

Before he could overthink it, his lips crashed into yours. His hands went to the sides of your face as yours settled on his shoulders. A million spastic fireworks were going off in your mind, body, and soul. Severus didn’t have a great life, but always felt like he’d know the moment that his life did finally begin. 

And that moment was now.

#severus snape #severus #severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #severus snape x y/n #professor snape x reader #professor snape #professor snape x you #Harry Potter

[jiminrings]

umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

:O

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

:O

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

oh

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

oh

oh

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it��s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

#drabble week #yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi imagines #yoongi oneshots #yoongi oneshot #yoongi drabble #yoongi drabbles #yoongi au #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi oneshot #min yoongi scenarios #yoongi headcanon #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst

[katsuhera]

can you teach me? [ft. childe, genshin impact]

pairing: childe x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

genre: fluff

a/n: this is literally just my attempt to prove to @myherowritings​ that childe is not stinky. this man is so fine pls-- i just KNOW he smells like sweet mint & violetgrass. bennett’s the stinkee one 🙄 (but i love him too💖)

triggers/warnings: childe not being able to use chopsticks, hey girlie - hold still

you closed your eyes, letting the soft, cool breeze caress your face.

you loved nighttime boat rides. evenings were always serene and calm, and the colors of the sky post-sunset were your absolute favorite - something about the misty indigo of the sky blending into the blue of the ocean brought tranquility to your mind.

“hey girlie,” called out a smooth voice, breaking you out of your reverie.

a tall figure stood looking at you, a mischievous sparkle dancing in his eyes. your eyes instantly narrowed - he’d given you no reason to not be suspicious of him.

“woah, woah, calm down,” he chuckled. “i’m sorry - didn’t mean to startle you.”

who is he? you wondered, growing wary as he approached you.

“i’m childe,” he grinned. “what might your name be?”

“why should i tell you?” you shot back. you felt no need to tell him about yourself; he’d just interrupted what was supposed to be your peaceful nightly boat ride.

his face fell in mock sadness.

“oh n-” he started, a sudden lurching of the boat cutting him off.

you felt your heart drop down to the pit of your stomach as you reeled back, the ocean’s high tides causing you to lose your footing.

a strong arm caught you and steadied you about your waist, the faint scent of sweet mint and violetgrass seeping from his body.

“are you okay?” childe asked, his azure eyes pure with concern.

“i- yeah,” you said, still catching your breath. high tides were nothing new, but you weren’t normally distracted. this was the first time you’d lost your footing in a while. tch. it’s his fault for distracting me, you thought.

straightening yourself out, you maneuvered out of his grasp.

“no ‘thanks’?” he asked, a pout forming on his lips.

“if you hadn’t distracted me, i wouldn’t have lost my balance,” you quipped.

“hmm, i guess that’s true,” he said, laughing lightly. “can i make it up to you?”

“no,” you said flatly.

“really? not even with a meal?”

“no, not even with a meal.”

“not even if it was on the pearl galley?”

your breath hitched. the pearl galley? you’d never been invited to that ship before, the famous luxurious ship open only by invite. you’d always wondered what it would be like to dine and dance there, alone with a select few, surrounded only by the ocean.

sensing your hesitation, childe smiled. “that’s where i’m headed, you’d have no problem entering if it was with me.”

your eyebrow arched in suspicion.

“how do i know you’re not lying?” you asked, trying to appear as unfazed as you were earlier.

“here’s the invitation,” he replied smoothly, handing you a thick, rich white card.

it’s… definitely an invite, you sighed to yourself.

you closed your eyes, letting the rush of the ocean breeze clear your mind.

“fine,” you said, after a pause. “only because it’s the pearl galley.”

childe’s lips curled up, forming a lopsided grin once more. “i promise it’ll be worth your time, and look - we’re already almost there.”

you turned, watching the opulent figure of the pearl galley slowly come into focus.

i really hope this guy isn’t as shady as he’s acting, you thought with a huff. you stepped towards the front of the boat, lining up with the rest of the passengers who were stepping off as well.

“so you’ve never been on the pearl galley before?” he asked you, trying to strike up conversation while you waited your turn.

“no,” you sighed. “i’ve never had a reason to be invited onto it.”

“oh,” he replied, frowning at your tone.

“what about you? is this your first time being invited, or do you normally come here?”

childe paused, trying to gauge how much he should tell you.

“i… uh, this isn’t my first time,” he said hesitantly. “but i don’t come often.”

“mmm,” you replied, turning away to step onto the bridge between the ships, but childe had already beat you to it.

“here,” he smiled gently, offering a gloved hand.

“thanks,” you muttered, grasping it softly and letting him help you onto the bridge.

childe moved lithely, almost like a cat, you noticed. not the most glaring of red flags, but… interesting.

stepping onto the pearl galley for the first time, you stalled, looking around you in wonder.

you were greeted by an ornate dining area, nestled in the center of the ship, while the left side was fixed into an elegant stage. all of the boat’s guests were dressed gracefully, carrying themselves with honor and refinement.

“invitations?” asked one of the attendants, looking pointedly at you.

“ah-” you started.

“she’s with me,” childe said calmly, handing him his invitation. he pulled you into his side by your waist, the soft, silken fabric of his clothes rustling against your skin like water.

the attendant glanced between you two, taking in the nervousness mixed with innocence on your face before stepping aside.

“welcome to the pearl galley,” he said.

childe let go of you, but his scent still lingered on your body.

“see? just like i promised,” he teased. “are you hungry?”

distracted by the glamour of the ship, you hadn’t heard him.

“hello? can you hear me?” he asked worriedly, waving his hand in front of you.

you sucked your teeth, annoyed. “give me a second! this is my first time here, i at least want to appreciate the sights.”

he smiled. adorable, he thought.

“okay, but… are you hungry? there’s a table open,” he pressed, using a softer tone this time.

prying your eyes away from the ship’s intricacies, you looked at him, nodding.

he walked you over to the empty table, pulling out your seat for you.

“pick anything,” he smiled. “it’s all on me.”

“that’s why i’m here,” you scoffed, not missing the playful gleam in his eyes.

the menu was extensive, but you settled on crystal shrimp, while childe ordered the zhongyuan chop suey.

you raised an eyebrow. “the chop suey? they have that in the markets in liyue harbor,” you said.

“i know,” he chuckled softly. “but i can’t really handle spicy food. the zhongyuan chop suey is one of the only foods i’m really comfortable with here.”

‘here’? you wondered.

“are you not from around liyue?” you asked, curious.

childe paused, again wondering how much he should divulge.

“no,” he said finally. “i’m from snezhnaya, actually.”

snezhnaya… that only faintly rung a bell.

“ah,” you replied, not knowing what to say.

“it’s a really beautiful country,” he continued, his eyes clouding over with longing. “i really do miss it. all of my family is still there, and i haven’t seen them in a while.”

“so why are you here? for work?”

childe laughed uncomfortably, interrupted by the waiter bringing your food.

“you can say that… i’m really here so i can provide for my family,” he said, half-truthfully. images and memories of times spent with his family - especially his younger brother, teucer - flooded through his mind.

it wasn’t often that childe allowed himself to reminisce over his childhood in snezhnaya, as he’d had his youth essentially taken from him by the fatui. he loved battle - lived for it, actually, but a part of him still ached to be with his family.

you watched as his eyes glossed over and his nose tinged the faintest shade of pink. you could tell when someone was speaking from their heart; it was as clear as day that childe truly missed his family and home country.

“enough about me, though,” he said, clearing his throat. “let’s eat, before it gets cold.”

you smiled softly, nodding.

“er- damn,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

“what is it?”

childe looked at you blankly.

“i can’t use chopsticks.”

you stared at him, hearing the breeze whoosh! past you before you clapped your hand over your mouth, trying to hold back your laughter.

“haven’t you been in liyue for a while now?” you asked, in between laughs.

“yes, but… it’s hard,” his voice trailed off, a shy, embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “can you teach me?”

he’s really asking, huh? you thought, butterflies starting to form in your stomach. that’s… kinda cute.

“sure - tch, what a childe,” you joked, half-cringing at your own joke.

he winced in mock pain.

“that’s not fair - i don’t even know your name!”

“well, i guess i can tell you now,” you grinned. “hi - i’m y/n.”

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In the Backyard Catching Fireflies (Hoodie X F!Reader X Masky)

In the Backyard Catching Fireflies

[Hoodie X F!Reader X Masky]

[Warnings: slight blood]

You honestly could have dreamed you would be in this type of situation if you were looking at this from the lens of last year's Reader. It was a mistake to even make contact with them to begin with.

As a child, your mother would often bring you into the woods to look for fun things: flowers, mushrooms, rocks, sometimes bones or pieces of trees. Other times, she brought you out there to practice her own magick, other days it was just to spend time in nature, and every other time than those reasons was just to spend time with you, her one and only beloved daughter. The correct term would be ‘witch’ but your mother never actually called herself one. Magickal practitioner, maybe, but never a ‘witch.’ You, on the other hand, absolutely took that term with pride.

You being a witch was what accidentally caused you to meet them to begin with. One evening, while out and about in the forest on the edge of town where you looked for fresh violets to eventually make violet syrup for your daughter’s ‘magical creature tea party,’ you found your favorite stretch of woods filled with the scent of blood. How strange, and it didn’t strike you as an animal’s blood. No, this was much stronger, more metallic, and carried the weight of sins past in its wake. As you looked around the forest to see what on earth was causing the terrible scent, you saw two men get spit out in between the trees. They flailed for a moment before getting tossed onto the forest floor, looking so much worse for wear.

“Oh my gods!” You exclaimed in surprise as you began to run over to the two, wondering if they were okay. You drew cautiously near them, only momentarily pausing to grab a large stick from the ground should they pounce when you finally got close enough to see their faces. How peculiar - their faces were covered. The one in the yellow hoodie had a ski-mask with a frown etched onto its surface, and the one in the tan coat was donned with a white mask with feminine features.

Your eyes flicked down to their midsections - that’s where the blood came from. They’re out cold, and you confirm that by trying to get them up. No dice. Against your better judgement, you load them onto your little wagon and bring them back to the car. It wouldn’t be right for you to just… leave them to bleed all over the forest floor.

You entered back into your house around the early evening, tired from trying to drag two grown men much bigger than you into your garage and set them up so you can work on them.

“Mommy?” Your small daughter’s voice piped in as she popped her head through the door leading to the garage where you were. “Who are they?”

“Got hurt,” you replied. “Can you get me the first aid kit?”

Your little girl smiled widely and nodded before she quickly zoomed back into the house. “Make sure to get the lavender and rosemary oil too! Can you do that for me, Magnolia?” You called out.

You heard your little girl running around as if she went back to get something. She eventually came back to the door, her arms full of things she thought you needed and the things you actually needed. “Thank you so much, baby,” you said with a small smile, petting her head as she put the things down on the table for you. “Go upstairs and watch some TV for me, okay? I don’t think I want to overwhelm our guests.”

At the sound of being able to watch more spongebob, she zoomed off and allowed you to get to work.

You mentally asked the two men before you to forgive the intrusion as you lifted their shirts to get at their wounds. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen something like this before. Is that… Are those claw marks? You dab a piece of cloth with some isopropyl alcohol and move to the white masked man and get three of the four lines cleaned when he awoke. His eyes shot open and his hand was gripping painfully tight at your wrist.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked in a panic, struggling to get you off of him in his half awake state. “Where are we?”

“Woah!” You cried out as you attempted to wriggle your hand free from his grasp. “I’m just cleaning you up-”

“Where are we?” He’s rattling off questions so fast and so loud that it wakes the second one up.

Due to you not being able to hold him down as well, he was able to pounce up and pin you to the ground, ready to end your life.

“Agh- stop!” You cried out in shock. “I just wanted to patch you two up!”

The man in the ski mask looked into your eyes for any hint of lying, or deception only to find none. Still, you were a normal person getting involved with two proxies. That in itself warrants death according to their society’s rules - and the Slender Man’s will.

“Wait,” the man in the white mask sighed. “Let her finish this up. You’re bleeding out on the floor.”

On cue at his comrade’s words, Hoodie glanced down to his midsection. He was indeed bleeding out on the garage floor and by extension, you. Realizing he was in no state to even consider inflicting damage, he relented.

An awkward silence quickly built up once you were back working on them. “So… What’re your names?”

“Hoodie.”

“Masky.”

“Interesting names,” you noted as you continued to work. “I’m Reader.”

“Interesting name,” Masky mirrors.

You laugh slightly.

That wasn’t the last you saw of the two men. They left almost immediately after being patched up much to your chagrin, but came back about a week later to properly thank you.

“We noticed some spell books in your garage before we left,” Hoodie began before nodding for Masky to go to the back of the car (they stole). “One of them being florals and it looked like you had some space in the front of your house. So, we brought you some flowers.”

You move your vision from over Hoodie’s shoulder to see Masky holding planters full of flower’s you’ve never even seen before. “Oh my gods,” you said in slight surprise as Masky places the small bushes down in front of their designated spots.

“We can plant them for you - or if you don’t like them we can-”

“No, no! They’re beautiful and the front lawn needs some color,” you beamed, looking at the array of colors dotting your front lawn. “How did… Where did you even find those?”

“We know a guy,” Masky said as he went back to the car to get a shovel.

You ended up going out there to help them plant the flower bushes and spent some more time in their company while you worked.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Masky said as he began to carefully place one of the shrubs into the dirt.

“Too broad,” you teased slightly.

Masky rolled his brown eyes. “You and magick.”

“My mother practiced, now I do,” you replied as you gently scooped back some of the dirt. “Most of it is home related work, but these plants are such a big help.” You took in their sweet scent. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever seen these types of flowers before anywhere. “What about you two?”

“Travelers, of some sort,” Hoodie piped in. “Never stay in one place for too long.” He glanced over to Masky to continue.

“That’s pretty much it,” Masky whistled slightly. “Used to be film students. Now we just… Go wherever the winds take us.”

From there, you began to hear stories from the two. Mostly little adventures they’d gone to, creepy towns they never wished to visit ever again, people they wished they stayed in contact with and everything and anything in between. It was actually rather nice to talk to other adults - and while they were relatively quiet about their past past, they seemed at ease talking with you about these things.

In return, you told them about other memories and anecdotes in your life. Small memories of climbing up the mountain with your mother, meeting your friends, your academic adventures and what brought you out to this part of the country.

“Wanted to get away from it all, I guess,” you said as the three of you sat on the front porch. “Figured it would be better to start again out here than face everything that had happened back there.”

Hoodie shared a look with Masky for but a moment. You hadn’t gone into detail about what happened back then, but they could somewhat fill in the lines with their experience of the world so far.

They came by plenty of times after that - sometimes together, sometimes not. Most of the time they stayed on your porch with you, chatting away about the day’s events and what would come next. You told them about your job, a teacher’s assistant to middle schoolers, and how you often passed your time. They eventually showed you their faces - and lord were they handsome - and still refused to tell you about their actual work.

“It’s dangerous, that’s all you need to know,” Hoodie had said one night while sipping a beer bottle.

Yet, they seemed to come by even more than usual when they met your darling little girl, Magnolia. Somehow, they’d managed to avoid her and her them throughout all their visits, but one afternoon near the beginning of the school year, that all changed.

She’s only 7, and the school bus often lets her out about a block from your home. You trust her enough to walk there and back (though another part of you wants to hold onto her forever and never let go).

“What time is it?” You hummed, sipping at your iced tea.

“About… 3:30, why?” Masky asked as he looked at his watch.

You immediately perked up. “She should be home soon,” you said eyes wandering from the two men on the steps with you towards the direction you knew your little girl was going to be coming from. And just like clockwork, there she was.

“Mommy!” She cried out, a large smile on her face as she began to run the rest of the way to the front steps.

“Mags!” You giggled as you maneuvered your way through the two men before hurriedly meeting her half way. “There’s my special little girl,” you laughed, taking her into your arms, picking her up and spinning her. “How was your day?” You ask, carrying her in your arms as you make it back to the front porch.

Masky and Hoodie move aside slightly as you sit back down with Magnolia on your lap.

“It was so fun! Today, we talked about bugs!”

“You did?” You asked as she nodded rapidly. “Tell me all about it while I get you something to drink and a snack, okay?” You said as you put her onto the steps before standing and opening the front door - and propping it open so you could still hear her and see her from the kitchen.

“We learned all about butterflies and what happens when they’re babies and become pretty,” Magnolia began to explain. “And then Miss Honey said we were gonna get caterpillar babies in our classroom and release them later. And then, she told us about bees and how bumbly they are-”

You listened to Magnolia go on about her lesson with a small smile as you fixed her some iced tea and apple slices. You could listen to her all day. When you failed to answer one of her questions, you heard Masky picking it back up for you.

“Hey Mommy? Why is the sky blue?”

A beat of silence because you honestly didn’t hear it.

“The atmosphere,” Masky began as he looked up at the perfectly azure sky. “You know what the states of matter are, don’t you?”

Magnolia nodded. “I do! Solid, liquid and gas,” she answered.

Masky smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, that’s it. Atmosphere is air and it covers the whole earth like a blanket,” he explained.

“It does?”

“Absolutely,” Hoodie chimed in.

Magnolia looked in between the two men with stars in her eyes, urging them to continue.

“The atmosphere changes the way that light from the sun reaches us,” Masky continued. “Light comes to us in wavelengths,” he moves his hand up and down like ‘waves’ to show what he means. “And those wavelengths look different depending on what they hit,” he claps his hands together, “and how long they are.”

“Do shorter wave… wavelengths show different colors?” Magnolia asks, clearly enamored in Masky’s teaching.

“Smart girl,” Masky chuckled softly as he ruffled her hair.

You finally come back from the kitchen with Magnolia’s snack and drink, more than pleased to see how well Masky and Hoodie were doing with her. Magnolia was admittedly a shy girl - she never really warmed up to people easily, especially not men given the situation with her father (who you’d rather not think about most days).

“And what about rainbows? Are those wavelengths?”

Both Hoodie and Masky laughed slightly before entertaining your daughter’s question as she sipped on her drink and bit into the apple slices. You watched with a small smile as you listened to the three talk.

After meeting Magnolia, Hoodie and Masky were more often at your house than not. And it carried on like that throughout the school year.

Masky often helped Magnolia with her science and math when you didn’t (feel like it).

“Mhm, and how many do you need to add to 5 in order to make 9?” Masky asked, eyes

glancing between your daughter and her math worksheet.

Magnolia smiled widely, “It’s 4.” She said it so confidently that you felt your heart burst from the living room.

“Good job,” Masky smiled back just as widely. “I’m sure you don’t know what you have to add to 8 to get 15, do you?”

“7!”

“Gods, you are so smart,” Masky chuckled warmly, hand once again ruffling her hair.

Hoodie was much more inclined to help with her reading and language arts skills. Seemed he had a knack for those things over math and science anyways.

“Spell bridge.”

“B-R-I-D-G-E.” Magnolia said with a grin.

Hoodie nodded. “Alright, how about… Believe?”

Magnolia furrowed her eyebrows slightly but gave a stab at it anyways. “B-E-L… I-E-V-E.” I before E, right?

“Good one. And laughter?”

“L-A-U-... F-no… G-H… T-E-R?”

“Nice job!” Hoodie complimente in an excited tone, scooping Magnolia up onto his lap making her burst into a fit of giggles. “You are seriously gonna kick everyone’s butt at the spelling bee on Friday.”

While they grew closer with your little girl, you noticed they had also grown oddly close with you as well. It came in little bouts - sometimes Masky would be cuddling with you on the couch while you watched the late night news. Hoodie would sometimes spend time with you in the garden and help when he didn’t have to - he was there just because he wanted to be with you. There were some days when they’d get you little trinkets, plants and herbs to help with your magick. Masky would even remind you of the full moon so you could put a jug out for moon water - and Hoodie would inform you of when the planets were in retrograde to potentially explain any odd behavior (remember: mundane of magickal.) They were helpful. Other times the three of you would spend the day together and eat brunch and act like your own individual family unit. And in your own unique way, you were - what with Magnolia now referring to the two men as her ‘aunt Hoodie’ and ‘uncle Masky’ much to the former’s original hesitance to accept that title.

It wasn’t just you feeling this way either, it was both of them as well. Masky was surprised to see how fast Hoodie had grown to care about you as Hoodie doesn’t really care about anything anymore. Maybe himself, definitely Masky, and definitely the other two in their group - but that’s it. To care for a human and her child… That’s admittedly out of pocket for him. They’re not sure what exactly to call it, maybe it’s love, but it’s a different kind of love. One that doesn’t have a name.

Ever since they entered your life things have been better. Life has been sweeter. Your little girl is more outgoing than ever and she’s finally coming out of her shell with not one, but two positive male role models.

And that led to now. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon and the stars were coming out to play. Magnolia was about to go on summer break - and the four of you had been planning on visiting the beach sometime soon. There were a lot of things to look forward to (another magical creature plus aunt Hoodie and uncle Masky tea party) being one of those things.

“Careful with the jar, Mags,” Hoodie said as he handed Magnolia a good sized mason jar to her awiting hands.

“I will!” Magnolia said before she zipped outside the backyard.

“Masky, you want anything to drink?” Hoodie called out from the kitchen as you got together the materials for s’mores.

“Lemonade, if we have it,” Masky replied.

“Good choice,” Hoodie mumbled before turning to the fridge.

After the two of you had everything you needed, you and Hoodie went out to the backyard and started to set everything up on the glass table Masky sat at. You settled into your seat as Hoodie got a fire going in the pit and when that was ready, he let it burn and took a seat at the other side of you. With Masky to your right and Hoodie to your left, you felt an odd sense of peace.

“It’s a nice night, yeah?” You hummed out in content as you watched your baby dance around with the fireflies.

“It sure is,” Hoodie agreed, hand lightly resting on top of yours.

“Ditto,” Masky smiled, arm now around your shoulders.

In the grass, Magnolia giggled as she caught fireflies, admiring how beautiful the flashes of green looked as they danced through the swaying leaves of grass.

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love lies || one - kth

pairing ; married! taehyung x reader

genre : angst, mature (16+), infidelity

warning : cheating (do not read if youre not comfortable with this kind of trope), alcohol consumption, nsfw (16+)

plot summary : just when you’re about to experience the sweetest moment of your life, you learned that the man you fell head over heels is actually a married man to a one year marriage.

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Him.

You saw him at the corner of your eyes, from across the room when he sent you a smirk that is enough to make your heart leaped out from your chest.

The colorful lights blinding your eyes and the loud stereos almost cause you to go deaf but it doesn’t matter when you couldn’t see anything else but him.

You felt a bit giddy as you tucked your hair to the back of your ears while listening to your friends chit chatting on some random topic while they have no idea that you are currently eyeing the said male who also keeping his eyes on you while sipping his alcohol.

“Y/N!” You jumped when Seulgi tapped your arms. You sent her a confuse look while your friend had frown on her face.

“Can’t you hear me? I’m going to the ladies with Chaein! Are you okay if I left you here?” she repeated, half yelling as the sound of the music in that party overpowering her voices. You nodded.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m fine. Don’t mind me!”

Seulgi dragged Chaein along with her to the bathroom as they finally leaving you. Nervous, you spare last stares at the previous guy but it seems like he was busy talking and laughing in his own circle so you stepped back to take a seat at the bar.

The amount of people around you quite overwhelming, you couldn’t stop tucking or fixing your hair or sometimes you would chug on your drinks to loosen your nervousness.

“Hey,”

You flinched when a deep voice greeting you from your sides. When you looked up, you were strike by a stunning face standing next to you as he also about to take a seat.

It was the guy you were looking at before.

“H-Hi,” You stammered. The man suddenly reached out his hand towards you. “I’m Taehyung,”

You glance at his hand and his face before your lips curled into a tiny smile and took the hand for a small handshake. “Y/n,”

“I see your friends leaving,” He said. You let out a tiny chuckle — not sure which part of his statement sounds funny to you but you just did.

“Yeah. They went to bathroom. They probably coming back soon,” You wished they don’t. You are more than happy to spend your entire night with this gorgeous man right here.

Soon enough, both of you began to open up with each other, exchanging stories and experiences, sometimes giggling and laughing at either you or his funny stories or something.

Your phone suddenly let out a sound that you instantly went to check them up.

“I see you got a friend. GOOD LUCK SIS”

Seulgi and Chaein even sent a shaky selfie of them showing thumbs up that you are pretty sure they are giggling while making fun of you behind your back. You chuckled, not because it’s funny, instead you are planning how you going to get them next time you see them.

“Your friends?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah. They left already,” You sighed, dropping your phone to the side. Taehyung rubbed the bottom of his lips before they kicked up into a tiny smirk.

“That’s bad but…” He slurred his words before he then added. “I don’t mind driving you home tonight,”

You pressed your lips into a thin line with slight tint of pink colored your cheeks. “Sure,” You replied.

--

The sunlight that sneaking into your room through the blinds landed on your face, causing you to stirred from your deep slumber. You ran your hand to the side, right on the spot where Taehyung used to sleep last night only for you to met with a cold, empty space.

You shot your eyes open.

Sitting up, your fingers brushing your hair to the back before you turned at the open blinds next to you, probably it was Taehyung’s doing.

Is he leaving already?

You let out a disappointed huffs as you slowly get off the bed to get your towels. You also didn’t forget to grabbed the dress and your undergarments Taehyung has thrown to the floor from last night. You couldn’t help but giggled shyly when the steamy scene replaying in your head.

His touch, his kiss, his moves. Everything was perfect. You don’t remember having a good time during sex but last night with Taehyung, it was probably one of the best nights you’ve ever experienced that you wish you could have it again.

Sadly, that’ probably the last time you ever see him.

…or maybe not.

--

You peeled the magnet off before lifting the piece of paper sticking at the wall of your fridge. Someone left a note on it and of course, it’s none other than him…

 Last night was great. We should see each other again ;) – Taehyung, 010xxxxxxx

 Your heart bloomed in happiness. You are going to see him again. What a wonderful news to start your day today that you began to spin around like a woman who were madly in love — which you probably are.

“Hello, hello! I’m coming in!” You shrieked when somebody suddenly invading your living room that made you to twist your ankle that you fortunately fell on the couch there.

“Woah, woman. Why are you dancing around like that? Are you going insane?” Yoongi joked. You shot him a glare as he once again observing you from the bottom to the top.

“Why are you not wearing pants? Ah, let me guess! You’re getting laid, isn’t it?”

“Shut up!” you grimaced as you stood yourself up meanwhile your bestfriend just chuckled.

Yes. This dumbass is your bestfriend. You’re not even sure how and why you calling him that to be honest. Perhaps because he is living next to you back then when you still live with your parents or perhaps because he gave you great advice, like an older brother? Is he?

But all you know that Yoongi is your closest friends and that he is the only human being that understand whatever the hell you are doing with your life. Although most of the time he just goes like “I don’t care whatever the fuck you are doing, I’ll just sitting here and support you,”

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched him rounding your kitchen counters. It seems like he brought a few groceries bag with him.

“Is the dick that good that you forgot you literally invited me to come and cook your breakfast this morning?” You finally remember. You did ask for him to come and make you breakfast because first, you thought it would be too lonely to eat alone and secondly, you’re just too lazy to make your own breakfast, even if it’s just cereal and milk.

“Ah, yes, sorry. I did forgot about it and yeah, his dick are amazing thanks for asking!” Yoongi snorted in disgust as reply only for you to curled your lips into a smile.

“If you are not helping, go and take a shower, you stink!” He continued with his nag. You responded with a long “okayy” before you got up and head your way to your bedroom to wash up.

--

“He was unbelievably beautiful, Yoongi! He’s like a walking Greek God, you know? He’s literally perfect in everything! Good looking, have a career, great in bed, gosh! He’s definitely not real!” You blabbered with your mouth full of food meanwhile Yoongi munching on his breakfast without words.

“Min Yoongi!” you whined. “You are not listening,” You sulked, jutting your lips out. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I am. I just don’t like talking when I was eating,” He said. “We’ve known each other since forever and you still didn’t know that?”

“I’m kidding, geez!” You tsked. Yoongi just know how to talk back to you and you always end up losing. You just couldn’t keep up with his roasting since he always choose to be straightforward when he’s communicating.

“What else do you know about him?” You slowed down your munching to look at him. “Is he single?” Yoongi added.

Hearing his question made you chuckle. “Of course he is,”

“Are you sure?”

You went silence. “I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,”

Yoongi was right. You are pretty sure that there is a lot other women that had been lining up to be with Taehyung before you. There also some probability that someone had seized him up before you too.

“Better be disappointed now before too late, y/n..” Yoongi remarked at the same time finishing his meal.

You shook your head, your lips kicking up into a tiny, unsure smile. “I can trust him,”

“Sure. Whatever makes you happy, y/n..” Yoongi responds sounds like a sarcasm to your ears and you don’t like it. You are scared. You’re scared that everything Yoongi told you turned out to be true.

So you fished out your phone and dialed Taehyung’s phone number to send him a message.

From : you

Hey, it’s y/n! Just to tell you that I had your number saved.

It was less than five minutes when you received a reply from him. That was quick!

From : Kim Taehyung 🖤

Im glad. I keep waiting for your message or calls so I can do the same.

You drew a wide grin before sending a glance towards Yoongi who had his back facing you while he’s busy washing the dishes.

From : you

I wonder if we can see each other again anytime soon

From : Kim Taehyung 🖤

Ofc. When and where we should meet?

--

You keep checking on yourself through the small mirror of your compact powder before nervously waiting for Taehyung to show up. Sometimes you would anxiously pulling out your cherry chapstick and apply it on your lips, afraid they came out dry when he arrived or there is also times that you would sip on your coffee that it already reached half of the cup you were drinking.

While fidgeting with your fingers, you were greeted by a familiar deep voice from above, calling your names making you to whipped your head upwards.

The face you are waiting for is finally here. You smiled.

“H-Hi,”

Your chest began to pound again as you watched Taehyung taking a seat in front of you. He looks so fine in his two-piece grey suits. He then asked you what you’re drinking which bringing you back to the current situation.

“It’s nothing. Just coffee,” you said.

“Ah, unfortunately, I don’t drink coffee,” He pouted. You gasped. You silly! You shouldn’t pick a coffee shop at the first place then! Since he is the one that ask you to pick a place, you couldn’t think of any place other than this coffee house that has been your favorite spots long time ago. You had no idea that he didn’t drink coffee.

As if he could read your face, he quickly tells you to calm down. “It’s okay. I can drink anything cold,” He lifted his hand up to called for a waiter. You pursed your lips as you observing him making his order.

“Do you want waffles?” He suddenly asked again. You nodded. “Yes please. With chocolate syrup,”

“Yes, that one. Thank you,” The waiter then backed away with the orders. Taehyung turned back at you and flashed his warm smile.

“You just got back from your works?” You opened the conversation first. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty hectic today. But I’m glad that we decided to meet today. I feel like the burden got temporarily lifted off my shoulders as soon as I saw you,” You shyly giggled.

Both of you then proceed to ask about each other days and more where you learn that Taehyung currently working as the one of the executives in a construction company named Youngsoo E&C. To be honest, you have no idea what he was talking about but seeing how he literally enjoying telling you his story made you listen to it with a stupid smile on your face.

“What did you do by the way?” He returned the question.

“I do illustration for children’s books,” You answers earn you a wide eye from Taehyung. “Really!? Wow, that was amazing!” You laughed as you can’t help but find his reaction as adorable. Then he added, “I enjoy drawing too,”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But it’s just a hobby and I think you draw better than me,” He humbly said that make you shook your head. “No way. Everyone has their own style. I’d love to see it one day,” Taehyung excitedly nodded.

“I will. One day,”

You smiled before something suddenly popped up in your head. Your previous conversation with Yoongi suddenly came into your mind.

“I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,” Yoongi’s statement keep playing like it was a broken tape in your head. You shook it off before nervously looking up at him.

“Taehyung-ah,” He raised his brows as you chewed your bottom lips, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress nervously. “I was wondering if… if…”

“Your food is here,” Your words got cut by a waiter who suddenly appeared along with the food Taehyung has ordered before. Fuck. Not now!

It took her a few minutes to dropped the order before she begin to walk away and leave you and him alone once again. Taehyung on the other hand seems like he forgot about you which you also chose to drop the question altogether, pretending like it also never happened.

--

“So, did you get the answer?”

You dropped your exhausted self on the couch while Yoongi still perching at the counter, waiting for your answer. “Y/N! I’m talking with you,” You grunted.

“No, I don’t because I didn’t ask! Now, will you leave me alone?” You grabbed a pillow next to your head to buried your face into it. Yoongi let out a loud sigh.

“You fool. What if-“

“What if he has a girlfriend… blah, blah. Look, Yoongi. If he had one, he will act like he had one but he never did! I can count how many times he tried to flirt with me today!” You argued. “He’s definitely into me,” Your lips twisted into a grin but Yoongi doesn’t enjoy seeing you literally fooling around as if those are not a serious matter.

“That’s not how it work, woman!” He want to scold you but you had both your palm covering your ears and making a noise, mimicking that you refused to listen to his nag. It’s pissed him off that he jumped off the counter with a groan of annoyance.

“Whatever! By the way, Yuna is inviting us to her birthday party,”

You get up from the couch to looked at him. “Yuna? Cho Yuna?” Yoongi hummed. “Yeah,” Your brows knitted together in confusion.

“Out of nowhere? I mean, we don’t even talk to her back then,”

“Apparently, it’s also to celebrate her wedding anniversary too, so she’s feeling extra generous by inviting everyone from the alumni to her birthday party next week. Do you want a ride?” Yoongi offers. You nodded your head almost immediately.

“Of course. Thank you,”

Cho Yuna. You remember her. Yuna is that one famous, rich kid that literally had every boy in your college drooling over her. But, it’s understandable. She’s a complete package. She’s pretty, smart, not to mention, she’s the first ever girl that managed to seized the president position for the student council that traditionally would take boys as the leaders. You had to say, you have massive respects towards her. Who wouldn’t? It would be a lie if there’s anybody who’d say they never envy her. Even now, she’s happily married to the man of her choice too.

“Damn, I seriously wish I could have what she had,”

--

A week later

You rushed out from your apartment barefooted with pair of heels in your hand. Meanwhile Yoongi in his car keep on pressing the honk, not because to warn you for being late, he just did it to annoy the shit out of you which resulting you to get into the car with a groan.

“Can you shut up!? You’re so annoying!” Yoongi laughed as response to you as he starts to drive away from the parking lot of your apartment. You put on your black stilettos before you pulled down the sun visor to check yourself into the vanity mirror behind it. You fixed your hair by brushing it lightly, also tapping your lips to make sure the lip tint you’re wearing are applied nicely.

Yoongi who saw you enthusiastically fixing yourself giggled quietly that made you to look at him with frown. “What are you laughing at, dumbass?”

“Why are you fixing yourself as if you’re going for a date? It’s just a birthday party for God’s sake!” He snorted which had you to scrunched your nose.

“Mind your own business! I’m just trying to look good. For myself!” You grunted before turning your attention back at the mirror. Later on, you pushed the visor back to its place and leaned back after you are sure that you’re satisfied with your looks.

“Hey,” You suddenly spoke. “Remember when you had a big fat crush on Yuna?”

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” You laughed out loud, like really loud especially when you saw blushes appearing on his cheeks. “You are so fucking lame, Yoongi! I expected you to be ‘different’ but hah! You’re just like those boys that lining up to propose Yuna to be their wife,”

“Mind you! I’m not,”

“Hell yeah, you do,” You leaned your head on the headrest while releasing a deep huff of breath. “I remember you wrote a song using her as your muse. I had to say that it’s pretty adorable,” You teased and once again, you start to make another random throwback about his past that had Yoongi wishing he could kick you out from his car right now.

“Unfortunately, she’s married with someone that’s not you,” You patted his shoulders. “It’s okay, Yoongi. There’s someone better for you,”

Yoongi snickered. “You’re a bitch,”

About twenty minutes after that, both you and Yoongi finally arrived the hotel that held the party. Yoongi – to your surprise – was kind enough to help you getting out from the car, even helping you fixing the dress you wore.

“I know you’re going to whine like a baby if I left you helpless behind so,” He’s such an asshole…

When you arrived at the events where it takes places, your jaws dropped in awe. “Wow, for a birthday party, they invited quite a lot of guests,” You commented. Yoongi nodded in agreement.

“Not surprise. That’s what rich people do,”

Both you and Yoongi entered the hall and met with another load of guest filling up the room. “Now, what we’re going to do?” You whispered. Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Eat? They prepared the buffets. Should we get them?”

“You go first. I feel thirsty so I’m going to look for their drinking booth,” He nodded. Yoongi then left you there to head to the buffet. You pursed your lips, trying to look around the crowd if you could see any waiter that carrying tray of drinks or something but you couldn’t seem to find one.

You are left with no choice but to lift your dress up to your ankles and splitting your way in between the crowds of people to look for them. Why the hell did she invites these people for a birthday party, like it’s a royal dancing party? Can’t she just have a normal birthday party like everyone else?

While you are trying your best to slipped in between those figures, you accidentally tripped on your heels that you lose your balance and almost fell forward but thankfully, someone in front of you are quick to catch you from falling.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, looking up at that person, only for you to gasped in surprise.

“Taehyung?!”

Taehyung looks confused as well. “Uh, y/n. Hello. I didn’t expect you…to be here,” He said. You grinned. “Oh yeah. The one that held the party graduated in the same college as mine so we pretty known to each other, I guess?” You explained.

“Yuna?”

You nodded. “Yup! Oh, hey. How did you know her? You’re her acquaintance too?”

Before Taehyung could answer to your question, someone had called his name out of nowhere. “Babe, who is that you’re talking to?”

Your face turned pale at the endearments terms you heard just now. And also the familiar voice too.

Not long after that, you saw Yuna appearing in a dark blue dress, matched with Taehyung’s blue black’s suits. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the way she linked her arms, showing the rings fitting perfectly on her ring fingers. Your eyes then moved to Taehyung’s hand and he also had a similar ring on his fingers too.

How the hell can you not notice that before?

“y/n! Hi! It’s been a while,” She exclaimed excitedly. You turned at her with an unbelievable look but you tried not to make it obvious by forcing a smile, although you swear you can feel your face twitching as you felt your eyes also began to get watery.

“R-Right! I haven’t see you for a long time too,” You tried your best not to stuttered but you know you failed miserably. Yuna nodded.

“Yoongi came with you?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s with me but he went to look at the food.” You took a deep breathe before pointing at Taehyung who was standing silently next to Yuna. “This is your husband?”

Yuna chuckled. “Yup! Ah, hold on. It’s seems like you both know each other already. You know her too, babe?” She glanced at her husband, seeking for an answer. Taehyung who look like he didn’t expected to get thrown by the question seems like trying to find a words that make you to answer on his behalf.

“We do. We met just recently over some projects,” You lied. Obviously, it wouldn’t make sense. Taehyung is an engineer while you’re a children book’s illustrator. What kind of project involving an engineer and an illustrator!? But you don’t care if she caught you lying. At this point, the situation is too painful for you to keep up that you wish you could just run out from the hall and weep your heart out.

“Wonderful! Guess I don’t have to introduce you then!” She smiled. “Anyway, thanks for coming, y/n! Have fun while you’re here. The opening ceremony will start very soon,” You nodded while faking another smile.

“Happy birthday! And happy anniversary too!” Fuck, fuck. This is so hurt, you rather stab yourself to death than doing this.

“Thank you! We’ll get going then,” Yuna then brought Taehyung along with her. As they leaving, Taehyung spare a glance at you who standing there freezing with a tears rolling down your cheeks. You can see guilt painting his face but he obviously couldn’t do anything so he just going along with his wife to greet the other guest.

--

“Thank you so much to everyone who came to join us celebrating such a meaningful day for both me and my husband,” Yoongi turned his head to check on you who were awfully quiet throughout the night. He even noticed your red eyes so he decided to asked about it.

“What’s wrong with your eyes? Are you okay?” He questioned. You sniffed, shaking your head. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Keep listening. Don’t mind me,”

“Listen to what? It’s just welcoming speech. Come on. Tell me,” You couldn’t contain yourself from sobbing especially when Yoongi keep pushing you to tell him everything. You lowered your head, muttering something to him.

“That man next to Yuna…”

Yoongi looked up to the said person and saw Taehyung standing next to Yuna, flashing a tiny smile towards the audience. “Him? What’s wrong with him? He hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No,”

“Then?”

“That’s Taehyung,”

Yoongi trying to connect the dots. It took him a minute before he finally realized. “What the fuck?”

You cried into your palm. Yoongi sighed loudly. ‘I told you…’ The male then pressed his back against the chair as he continues to watch the couple smiling as Yuna keep delivering her speech.

“Today also marking our first anniversary of our wedding so I am happy to share this feeling with everyone in this room,” Yuna spun herself to face her husband with the biggest grin on her face. “I love you,” She confessed. Taehyung’s lips formed a smile.

“I love you too,”

You swear you could hear your heart shattering like a piece of glasses. You then forced yourself to watch him kissing his wife in front of the crowd that of course would cheer on that couple meanwhile you sitting here, writhing in agony.

--

#bts #taehyung #bts taehyung #btsv #v #taehyung imagine #bts fic #bts imagine #bts smut

[toorusquill]

Hiiii can I pls have a scenario or headcanons of Tsukishima and Kageyama having a cheerleader s/o but they go to a different school and when reader comes visit them everyones so shocked that they had a girlfriend

tsukishima and kageyama with a cheerleader girlfriend

summary: two of karasuno’s moodiest first-years surprise the team with a special someone.

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader, kageyama tobio x f!reader

genre(s): fluff (?)

warnings: -

a/n: i love cheerleader! s/o asks! it makes me miss cheer even more. also, i assumed that you know yamaguchi personally in tsukki’s scenario, hope that’s alright. enjoy!

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tsukishima

your feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm as you make your way inside the campus of your boyfriend’s school. you manage to gather the attention of a few students who were still there with your eye-catching uniform. the colors you were wearing certainly weren’t karasuno’s, but you strode in through the gates with such a quick pace that no one really bothered you.

you ask someone for directions to the gymnasium, and they tell you to take a left turn by the tree. you thank them hastily, and head over to where they pointed at. you feel your phone buzz inside the pockets of your skirt, and you take a look at the recent notifications.

“y/n are you done with training?” - kei 🦕💕

“i’ll come pick you up if you are. i just have to change, and i’ll be free.” - kei 🦕💕

“hello? you alive over there?” - kei 🦕💕

you grin, knowing that he wasn’t expecting you to come for him today, and put your phone back in your pocket. you find yourself at the entrance of the gym, and you take a deep breath as you creak open the door.

you step in, lights flooding your figure, and you see two of his teammates, one with bright orange hair, and the other with a black fringe, bickering over a volleyball. a few people are trying to stop the duo, but you don’t spot tsukishima, or even yamaguchi anywhere. you notice tsukishima’s things laying on top of the bench, and you’re about to make your way over there, but you’re interrupted by a very soft, and gentle voice.

“hello, may i ask who you are?”

you turn to see a beautiful girl wearing glasses, presumably the manager, and without missing a beat you reply,

“oh, hello! sorry to intrude, but i’m y/n, and i’m here for ts-”

“WOAH, A CHEERLEADER FROM ANOTHER SCHOOL!”

“WOAH WOAH HEY, ARE YOU LOST?”

the interruption of two boys brought all the attention upon you, and you’re suddenly being interrogated by the whole team. in the midst of you explaining, questions are thrown at you left and right. you find it hard to keep up, and they find it even harder to understand your answers. 

“are you here for someone??? is it for sugawara-san?”

“why would you think she’s here for sugawara-san, you dumbass!”

“because he’s probably the only one who can have a girlfriend!”

many of them take offense at this, and the bickering becomes even louder. someone roughly pokes you in the middle of your back, and you glance over your shoulder to see who it is.

“kei! oh thank god, i was looking for you!”

tsukishima scoffs, “what brings you here anyways? you weren’t replying to my messages.”

“i wanted to surprise you! aren’t you happy to see me?” your face falls into a pout and you pull him into a hug, and he turns away so you don’t see the blush forming on his cheeks. “come on, grab your things, and then we can go visit that shop you wanted to see. you know, the one with the vinyl CDs?”

unbeknownst to you, the team had stopped their arguing when they heard tsukishima’s voice respond to you. they stare at the two of you in shock and confusion, but sugawara immediately makes the connection.

“oh wait, you must be the one tsukishima keeps texting? it’s nice to meet you! sorry for all the commotion, you must’ve been pretty overwhelmed. are you really his girlfriend?”

you exchange pleasantries with the boy, and assure him that you were fine. you answered that yes, you were indeed in a relationship with the blond-haired boy. tsukishima keeps tugging at the sleeve of your uniform in an attempt to get you to stop talking, he fears that your conversation with sugawara will cause his teammates to act out. again.

unfortunately, his touchy actions with you only spurred the boys to start yelling again. they question how easily he seems to accept your touch, and how easily he seems to reciprocate it. you loosen your grip around him to answer, but tsukishima firmly keeps your arms around him, and beats you to it.

“because i like y/n, you idiots. now, please, let us go. i want to go on our date.”

if all the screaming and shouting didn’t deafen you before, it definitely did now.

kageyama

you give a hum of contentment as kageyama pressed another kiss on your cheek. you reach up to stroke his hair, but you immediately feel his lips brushing the nape of your neck, and you gasp.

“tobio! t-that tickles!”

“mhmm, sorry y/n.”

you wriggle your way out of his grip to turn and face him, his usual brooding eyes twinkling with mischief, and something a little softer. he reaches out for your wrist this time, stepping a little bit closer to you. he brings your hand up to his face, and you understand what he means. you close the gap between you two, and when your lips meet, kageyama presses you even closer to him. he feels you shiver a little when a gust of wind passes by, and he pulls away, tripping over his words a little as he asks you,

“you- are you feeling cold? your uniform, it’s short.”

you give a slight nod in response while saying, “just a little. it’s alright, tobio. you should just go. your teammates are probably waiting for you inside the gym.”

“but-”

“go on, i’ll meet you after practice. i have to go soon too. as short as the walk is from here to my school, i stayed for too long,” you peck him quickly on the lips. “i think my captain will kill me if i’m late again.”

kageyama doesn’t listen though. he shrugs off his team jacket and adjusts it to wrap around your shoulders. he’s about to tell you to stay safe, when you’re interrupted by the slam of a door, and a voice yelling out,

“KAGEYAMA! did ‘ya know windows in the gym are one-slided?”

“it’s called one-sided, you short ass.”

“nice one, tsukki!”

kageyama sputters in shock, his face turned a striking red hue, and he barely chokes out a retort to counter what his teammates said. said teammates turn to you, looking at you with knowing eyes. you duck your head shyly, and you bow as you introduce yourself. 

“uh, hello. i’m y/n. i’m kageyama’s girlfriend,” you stand up straight once more, “-and i’m sorry you had to see all that. he’s not usually that clingy.”

“i’m more sorry that i didn’t get it on camera,” the blond one quipped.

kageyama recovers from his blunder, and protectively shields you away from his teammates, mumbling a  “go to hell, tsukishima.”

his glare basically tells them to go back inside the gym, and  you pat his arm lightly, signalling him that you really have to go this time. he sighs, and he reaches for your hand to squeeze it. 

“stay safe, y/n. see you later.”

“thank you tobio, i love you!”

when you leave karasuno, and when kageyama gets back inside the gym. he’s met with mocking voices, and various kissy noises from his teammates. he would mind, but honestly, he’s still in a love-sick daze from when you told him you loved him.

for the first time in his life, he couldn’t wait for practice to be over.

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[twstwonderlandstuff]

Hand headcannons (ft. First Years and Grim)

So, I might have lost it. 

Look, it was supposed to be a fic about rings and eventually leading to a romantic scenario, but nah, HANDS bro. 

First Years: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Jack Howl, Sebek Zigvolt, [Name] and Grim (sorry, Ortho, I’m basing this of off Grim’s groovy, which, btw, SO CUTE AHHHH ALL OF MY HUSBANDS ARE THERE AAAAAA)

edit: after a day or two, i think the title can be interpreted as something else, hold on

there, boom

“What do you think about rings, prefect?” Ace’s question snaps you out of your note-taking concentration. 

“Huh?” You frown, holding your hand up on your chin as you stare at the boy. “What’s this all about?”

“Just a question.” He urges, fallin back on his seat, hands hidden under the table. 

“I mean, they’re just accessories. I’m not too particular about them, if you ask me.” You reply, looking at your other hand, twisting and turning it about. “It’s cute, sure, but I prefer bracelets.”

Jack pops in, sitting behind you. “Besides, rings are more difficult to exercise with.”

“That’s right! It’ll be a dishonor to have something that’ll get in the way of training for the Young Master!” Sebek shouts, Jack wincing as he shouts. You gesture Sebek to lower his voice, and he does. 

“Do you have one on, Ace?” Grim asks, shifting on your lap to face him. 

Ace smirks and slowly lifts one of his hands. A big, chunky ring made of silver rests on his middle finger, with a polished gem stone on it. “Check it! Doesn’t it look cool!”

“What’s that?!” Epel gasps, rushing towards the lot of you with Deuce. “That looks cool as hell- I mean, it looks cool!”

“Ooh!” You hum in interest. “Where’d you get it?”

“Made it during alchemy.” Ace answers, lifting it so the jewelry catches the light of the classroom. “Doesn’t it look sick?!”

“Doesn’t Heartslabyul have a rule about that?” Deuce warns, looking at the ring. 

“Bah, it’s fine~ so long the dorm leader doesn’t know, right~?” Ace hums, hiding his hand once more.

“I wanna make that too, so I can sell it and buy more tuna~!” Grim suggests, turning to you as its blue eyes widen in excitement. “Henchmen, let’s do it!”

“Isn’t the gem fake?” You ask, and Ace scowls at your assumption. 

“Huh, it IS real! I thought it was fake. Dang, good job.” You praise, impressed with the quality. “Ah, sure, Grim, we can try that.” The monster purrs happily in response. You plop it on your index finger easily. The ring was far too big on you, easily sliding in and out. 

“No, it’s not! Here, feel it for yourself!” Ace gingerly hands you the ring, and you feel the heaviness. “I’m not that dumb, unlike Deuce here.”

“Hey, watch it!”

“Let me see.” You hand the ring to Jack, Ace and Deuce too busy squabbling to notice. He glides his fingers across the smooth stone. You notice his hands are a little more coarse than yours.

“Allow me to see it, too.” Sebek says, slipping off the gloves he normally wears. Jack gives it to him, and under your gaze, he rubs the silver holdings of the ring. 

‘Why are their hands so big?’ You wonder, staring at your own. ‘Do I just have baby hands…?’

Aha! A lightbulb strikes in your head.

“Epel, can you give me your hands?” The purple-haired fellow gives you a weird stare. “I want to see how small mines are.” You explain. He nods, and shyly places his hands on yours, a light blush coloring his cheeks. 

His palms are soft, most likely from the cream Vil forces him to use on a daily basis (as he often complains about their flowery scent) and surprisingly, also bigger than yours!

“They’re small. Smaller than mines.” Epel murmurs in wonder and takes it a step further, clasping your other hand and folding his fingers so they wrap around yours into a hold. Now it’s your turn to blush as Epel grins at the size difference. 

“Whatcha guys doing~? Flirting so early in the morning?” Ace teases, the ring back on his finger.

“No-!” You and Epel shout at the same time, meeting each other’s eyes and as quickly, looking away from each other. 

 “My turn.” Ace hums, taking yours into his. “Woah, it really is small, perfect! Hehe, prefect’s got baby hands~” He teases, the smirk on his face never leaving. 

Ace’s hands are a bit rougher than Epel, and warm, much warmer than Epel’s hands. 

“I don’t have baby hands, leave me alone.” You defend, even if the physical evidence says otherwise.

“I want to feel it.” Deuce replies, also slipping his gloves off to reveal his hands. ‘Huh, you haven’t seen their hands that often.’ you realize. 

You wrap his hands around yours. As usual, it’s bigger than yours, but it’s more coarse Ace’s and covered with scratches, most likely due to the yankee fighting he had in his days. 

“Are these the scars from back in your day?” You ask in a mumble, tracing the scars on his palm slowly with your other hand. He nods slowly. 

“Damn, dude. Who were you fighting?” Ace asks, leaning over your shoulder to check Deuce’s scars. 

“Some big guys. D-don’t talk about my past, it feels weird!” He snatches his hand away, a faint blush on his cheeks and quickly puts his gloves back on, to your (surprising) disappointment. 

“Jack, your turn.” Epel urges, Grim in his arms. “I bet he has the biggest hands out of all of us.”

“Probably.” Deuce agrees, nodding along. 

Jack blushes and looks away. “I-it’s not like I want this to happen or anything. It’s out of pity, okay? Pity!”

“Mhmm.” You all mumble, knowing the wolf’s tendency to get flustered. 

Your hands don’t even reach the start of his fingertips, my goodness! You can’t even wrap your fingers around them, but it’s softer than you expect. As soft as Deuce’s, you’d say.

“Perfect does have baby hands.” Epel laughs, smiling. “It’s kinda cute.”

“Hey.” You pout. “Damn, Jack, why are your hands so big…?”

“Probably his size. I mean, he’s jacked. Get it?” Ace teases, and you can all only collectively sigh and shake your head. 

“Allow me.” Sebek intervenes, and all of you look at him. 

“Aww, missing out, Sebek?” Ace teases, and Sebek opens his mouth, ready to yell at him in max. Volume, but you quickly distract him by clasping your hands on his. 

It's the coarsest one out of all of them, most likely from all the sword-gripping and the training he does. It’s smaller than Jack’s, but bigger than Ace or Deuce. 

“Huh.” You clasp his hands between your fingers, and he blushes bright red, quickly grabbing his hand away. 

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He booms, and thankfully, you’re used to it, so you give him a confused look instead. 

“Measuring hand sizes…?” You question, and a small smile blooms on your face. “Are you embarrassed, Sebek~?”

“N-NO! I WAS SIMPLY-”

“Eh~”

“Eh~~”

“Eh~~~”

“Hmm?”

“Fgna~?”

“S-silence, humans! I’m going to go now, you’ve distracted me from Young Master-” You all grab his jacket to prevent him from leaving, and he sits there, ears red and hands crossed against his chest. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, Sebek~” You smile, patting his shoulder. “Sorry, must’ve shocked you.”

“It’s the Great Grim next!” Grim shouts, placing his paw on yours. Obviously, it's smaller than yours, tiny pink pads pressing against your palms as his claws lightly scratch your skin. 

“Yours is the cutest, Grim.”

“No, it’s not! The Great Grim has the coolest paws of ‘em all!” It grumbles, hands on its sides. 

“Sure, Grim.” You smile at the protest. 

“It’s true!!!”

“Mhmm~” You all collectively hum. 

“LISTEN TO ME!!!”

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