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squishmallow36 · 2 years

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Keeper of the Lost Prepositions - Thirty-eight

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Tw: there's this homophobic human because of course there is

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Dex PoV

It’s been days, maybe three, definitely three-ish, since the incident. I refuse to think about it. But eventually I convince myself that this isn’t healthy, so finally, I manage to grab my Imparter.

I can’t tell anyone who knows anyone else, so the natural choice is to text Amy.

Hey Amy, I need to talk. When are you free?

She replies instantly, and I know for a fact that means she’s in class.

After school if u don’t mind meeting my gf. I don’t think I can ditch her and we walk home together every day.

Why should I care? That works for me if it works for you.

Cool. Cya later.

I close the app before realizing that we should probably cover our basic lies.

Shouldn’t we get our story straight?

Haha straight. What do you mean?

Like not calling Sophie your sister, I suggest.

She can be my cousin. Problem solved.

And I’m Canadian, if that becomes necessary. I say ‘about’ weird and everything. I have found a town in the Northwest Territories named Inuvik that’s on the same timezone as I am.

That makes so much sense oml.

I want to ask what she means by that, but, instead, I drag myself out of bed to get ready. I know the time change calculation by now, so I only have like an hour to get ready, and it’s going to take every bit of that.

Unlike the last time I had a conversation with Amy, Lovise doesn’t care about going to the Forbidden Cities, aside from asking me where I keep my Obscurers. I have no clue, but there must be at least one somewhere around here.

Also unlike the last time, I don’t really care about not being seen myself.

I wave across the sidewalk in front of the school. Words are hard. You know how there’s a whole bunch of cement walkways in front of schools?

“Hey, Dex!” Amy says, waving as she sees me.

Walking next to her is a girl, who I assume is her girlfriend, that, at a quick glance, looks a lot like Maruca.

Just a couple inches shorter, and without the blue streak in her hair. Or blue eyes. Hers are a rich coffee tone. So basically the same.

“Ny, this is my friend Dex. Dex, this is my girlfriend Nyira.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say automatically.

“I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet,” Nyira stage-whispers.

Amy replies nonchalantly, “It’s fine. I trust him and he doesn’t know anyone around here anyway.”

“Also there’s no way I’m going to go tell anyone because then she’ll figure out how to out me, so your secret’s safe with me,” I add.

“I didn’t think about that.” Amy laughs. “You blackmailed yourself.”

“You have no clue how many times I’ve rules lawyered to my own downfall.”

“Our friend Kaimana is like that too,” Nyira says.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this fascinating conversation, but we should start waddling you home before we stay here for all eternity,” Amy says.

“I don’t believe you’re sorry at all.”

“That’s because it’s true. Get to waddling. Both of you.”

We start walking, and I have no idea where to go, so Amy spends a whole bunch of time corralling me from going the wrong direction.

“So, Dex, was it?” Nyira asks.

I nod.

“What do you like to do when you’re not dealing with school?”

I laugh. “I do more school. I’m part of the Robotics Club, which is a good chunk of my free time, and when I’m not doing that, I’m kind of a Disney nerd, so I spend way too much time watching TV.”

“I mean, your last name is Dizznee, so you don’t exactly have a choice,” Amy says.

“Are you related to Walt? I’ve never done enough research to know if he has living relatives.”

“Different spelling, unfortunately,” I answer.

“My inner Disney nerd is so disappointed right now.”

“Who isn’t secretly a Disney nerd?” Amy wonders.

“I have some friends that didn’t grow up with Disney movies.”

Nyira gasps. “That’s absurd.”

“That’s why whenever I can, I force them to watch them with me. Their reactions are priceless.”

“I bet,” Nyira says. “Especially the ones from the good old days. What’s your favorite Disney movie?”

“How dare you make me choose,” I say, feigning offense. “My gut reaction is Wall-E, and, yes, I count Pixar as Disney. Honestly, it’s mostly anything other than Frozen right now.”

“What’s the problem with Frozen?”

“Do you happen to have triplet siblings three years younger than you that have an obsession with singing “Let It Go”?”

Nyira laughs. “That’s oddly specific. I’ve got a younger brother. He’s seven, so like five years younger than me if math still works. But he wouldn’t sing “Let It Go” if you paid him a million dollars.”

“I’d do it. Then proceed to spend it all on therapy because of the trauma that song has caused me. At least you only have to deal with one. I have three. Three. And they act like they’re seven year olds, even though they’re the same age as you.”

“That’s because we’re cool,” Amy says. “And I’m just going to keep waddling along happy that I don’t have to deal with siblings.”

“Lucky,” Nyira and I mutter.

The conversation gets more and more insane, until I feel like I’m laughing so hard, my brain isn’t getting enough oxygen.

When we get to Nyira’s house, I had to be stopped because I know nothing.

“See you later!” Nyira says, walking backwards to wave goodbye.

“Correction: see you tomorrow,” Amy says.

I’m just going to stand there and wave. Seems like it’ll work in most situations.

As soon as she’s in the house, Amy asks, “So what did you want to talk about?”

With that single sentence, reality comes rushing back and slaps me in the face.

Wanting to stall as long as possible, I reply, “This is a sitting down conversation. Not a standing up one.”

“This better be good,” Amy warns.

When we reach her house, instead of opening the door, Amy says, “When my parents ask, no we aren’t dating.”

“That’s literally a true statement though.”

“And we have a science project.”

“Already?” I ask. “Didn’t your school just start?”

“I have an English paper due next week so don’t argue with me.”

“That’s messed up.”

“Yes it is. And you’re going to proofread it for me.”

She unlocks the door before I have a chance to reply, and her mom, whose name I can’t remember for the life of me, says, “There you are! We were starting to get worried. And you brought a boy home! This is my lucky day.”

“Relax, he’s just a friend,” Amy tries to say.

I just stand there, waving, under Amy’s Mom’s look of yeah, I totally believe that.

Amy manages to escape upstairs, and, thankfully, she didn’t leave me downstairs.

Closing the door, I ask, “You haven’t told them yet? Or did they not believe you?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m telling them anything. It’ll happen eventually. But we’re supposed to be talking about you anyway.”

I sigh, knowing I can only evade for so long. “You remember Fitz, right?”

“Of course.”

“And you remember that…” I trail off, not quite sure how to phrase it.

“You’re so gay for him?” Amy supplies. “Obviously.”

That works.

“I need you to understand that this tea can’t be spilled to anyone else.”

“This better be good or I’m going to strangle you.”

“Noted. So, I was talking to Biana—.” I stop, mentally backing up further in time because this won’t make sense.

“Actually, something happened to Keefe while he was here, and he showed up in the Lost Cities and got to spend some time with Elwin. Never got the reason why out of him.”

“This better be relevant.”

“It is. Be glad I didn’t back up more. So when he was in the human world, he did a little bit of research on gay things, so he’s pan now. I don’t think he cares if you tell anyone. He did leave a message for me on one of his YouTube videos to tell his father.”

“This sounds like it’s about to take a sharp left.”

“We probably have another quarter mile. So, basically, Cassius came to visit Keefe in the Healing Centre—.”

“Who is this Cassius?”

“Keefe’s father. Anyway, he thinks that the message I sent to him was the Elvin equivalent of a prank call, so when Keefe brings it up, he puts the pieces together, and lo and behold, he’s homophobic. Couldn’t see that one coming!”

“He’s that bad?”

“You and Keefe need to have that conversation, because I haven’t gotten a ton of specific details, but all he cares about is his reputation, so you can sorta see how I could make that connection. A Bad Match would be very bad for his reputation.”

“Keefe’s the pan one though…”

“Just go with me here. Cassius is homophobic and now he’s basically disowned Keefe, which, honestly, I’m surprised hasn’t happened yet, and then somehow I got too angry about how Cassius was acting, and accidentally came out to him. So.”

“Oh. That’s—that’s nice.”

“But wait, we’re not even halfway yet. Biana’s a vanisher and loves to hide in the corners of the Healing Centre and spy on people. So now she knows. Including the fact that I like Fitz, which is important. You’re going to be quizzed at the end. And then a couple days ago, I hailed her to see if she'd give me any insight as to how to make some ear plugs—to block Keefe’s new ability—invisible. Don’t ask, it’s outside the scope of this story.”

“Now I want to ask,” Amy whines.

“If you ask, this story will never end. Where was I? Hailing Biana. That’s right. So now she’s questioning because now she knows that non-straight people exist, and I almost sent you her number, but I figured I should probably do it in person. Technology. But we were discussing gay things, and now Fitz has overheard that I’m gay as Exile.”

Amy gasps, although it might be a bit feigned.

“Exactly. This is why I talk to you. No one can overhear me here unless my registry pendant’s bugged, about which I will be having a conversation with the council if that happens to be the case, do you hear me?”

My attention wandered from Amy to my registry pendant.

“That’s not even the worst of it, believe it or not.”

“I refuse to believe.”

“Well, instead of ignoring it and moving on like any normal person would because he wasn’t even supposed to hear it in the first place, Fitz has the audacity to bring up the fact that he overheard most of the conversation, and blamed it on the fact that she leaves her door open. Maybe stick your fingers in your ears. When I found that out, I just kind of gave up on everything. Blanket burrito and all. I was ready to spend the next century there.”

“Why do I feel like you’re not done yet.”

“‘Cause I’m not. In the Biana conversation, I must not have mentioned Fitz in a gay context, even though I thought I did. So that means I told him that I liked him, because I thought he already knew. Do you know what his reaction was?”

Amy has curled herself into a ball, waiting for the bomb to drop. She shakes her head.

“He freaking kissed me! And then he realized what in Exile he did, and ran off.”

Okay, fine. You caught me. I didn’t say freaking.

With all of that off my chest, I deflate, and the walls settle around me, begging me to make another blanket burrito.

Amy just sits there in stunned silence, waiting for me to tell her that I’m kidding.

“It’s Elvin April Fools Day, isn’t it?”

“What’s April Fools Day?” I ask, quietly.

“It’s—never mind. When did this happen again?”

“Maybe…maybe three days.”

“And why wasn’t I informed earlier?”

“Because this is my first time out of bed since then except for getting food, but even that’s debatable.”

“Do your parents know?”

“They think I like Biana. Or at least that’s what I’ve told them. They’ve probably already figured me all out.”

“Can I give you a hug? You’re getting yourself a hug. You need it.”

I don’t get a choice, but I don’t really want a choice. It does help clear my head.

“Your parents are going to think we’re making out up here,” I whisper in her ear.

Amy laughs, pulling away. “You’re not wrong.”

I swipe a stray tear away. I’m not sure when my eyes started flooding.

“Oh, honey, please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying, you’re crying.”

“Wow. Real mature.” Amy says dryly.

“Thanks. I’ve been working on that lately.” I reply, attempting to sarcasm.

“You’ve got your sarcasm back. You’re almost functional, which is good enough if you ask me.”

“So I can run home now?”

“If you want to run away. Just text me tomorrow to make sure you’re not dead.”

“I don’t get up until noon some days so don’t get worried if I’m not up with the sunrise. And remember the time change.”

“I’m still going to worry.”

“Stars, you’re more like Sophie than either of you’d admit. Don’t blame me when you fail a test.”

“I’m going to blame you even if you text me at six in the morning.”

“A six in the morning text means I haven’t slept all night so worry about that more.”

“Same. Text me if you need anything between now and then. I’d really appreciate a reason not to do my homework for a few minutes. And remember to go out the door and around the corner before you leap. Can’t have you disappearing in plain sight.”

“Trust me, I know,” I reply.

She stands in her doorway and waves goodbye, and if you thought I would be allowed to escape, you thought wrong.

Amy’s dad sees me from the living room and asks, “Leaving already?”

Her mom offers, “At least stay for dinner.”

Amy shakes her head subtly, and adds, “I’m pretty sure he’s a vegetarian anyway.”

“We’re having breakfast for dinner. Pancakes, specifically,” her mom counters.

“…I don’t think I’m allowed to say no…” I answer slowly.

Amy’s mom smiles. “Your friend is a smart one.”

If I wasn’t so gay, I’d blush.

I have to lie through my teeth during the interrogation that follows, from ‘where are you from?’ to ‘do you like blueberries in your pancakes?’.

I don’t even know what a blueberry is!

Thankfully, Amy and I have a sort of Telepathic connection to try to help me look like slightly less of an idiot.

I got to try human food for the second time. First time was that Paris sandwich two years ago. I don’t think I ever had that sandwich from when I visited Keefe there. Hm.

Slowly, Amy’s Mom’s questions get vaguely more, let’s say, romantic.

My personal favorite is when she asks, “So how long have you two been dating?”

Before Amy can start arguing that we aren’t, I look at her and say, “Wait. We’re dating? Since when have we been dating? I should have you know I’m too gay for this.”

Awkward silence follows, with Amy smiling. She bumps my knee with her knee under the table, and I understand immediately.

“While we’re on the subject, Dex isn’t the only gay one here.”

If they’re anything like Cassius I’m taking her to live with me. Who cares if it’s illegal?

“Do you happen to have a girlfriend then?” Amy’s mom asks, once the shock wears off.

“Are you going to go track her down and ask her this many questions?” Amy replies.

Her mom says, “No,” at the same time her dad says, “Yes.”

“What? I speak only the truth,” he defends as Amy’s mom stares daggers at him.

Amy leans over and whispers, “And that’s the story of how my dad got murdered.”

I really have to try to not laugh, but a smile still makes it through.

I reply, “No, judge, I didn’t see anything.”

Dinner is unquestionably quieter after that, and Amy’s parents still try to make me stay longer.

I manage to escape.

Standing on opposite sides of the front door, Amy says, “Thanks. You know, for giving me the best subject change ever.”

“No problem. I live to set you up. Thanks for making me slightly less terrified to tell my own parents.”

“Bye! Hope you survive!”

“Bye! Hope you survive. You’ve got school with which to deal.”

Amy sighs. “You and your prepositions.”

#kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #kotlc fanfic #i love amy #oh hey it's my ocs making a surprise appearance

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meltwonu · 4 years

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15. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

24. “Behave.”

notes; wax play, restraints/blindfold, minghao takin pics if ykwim, dirty talk, ok but u kno whats scary? Idr when u sent this in(it was just a couple days ago) but i kid u not i was thinking about this the day before you sent this in so im like??? Scared af that we literally had a telepathic moment right there LOL, BUT ALSO THANK YOU?? BC I WAS WANTING TO WRITE IT AFTER I THOUGHT ABT IT, hdfhdj ok rly I swear this is the last ‘normal’ drabble before halloween-y ones, i just needed to answer this bc it was wild that this came the day after i was thinking about it myself 😭😭 LOL anyway, thank you for requesting! enjoy! 💕

“M-Minghao…”

Your whimpers of his name go unheard as he round the bed for the third time, lighting another candle before he sits by your side. You can only hear his movements due to the blindfold tied precariously around your head; hands tangled into the necktie that secures your wrists to the bedpost.

His eyes twinkle in the dimmed room; a soft smile on his lips when he tilts the candle until the wax runs off of the side and onto your skin. “Mmh…” Your back arches off the bed when it drips down onto your sternum, squirming when it dribbles down your sides and onto the silk sheets underneath you. “‘A-ah… ‘Hao c-can you take my arms down, I--I wanna--”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good. Just relax, baby.”

Minghao mutters under his breath, eyes fixated on the way the wax dries on your skin. “Aren’t you feeling good, sweetheart?” You nod in return, thighs rubbing together when the urge to cum again starts to build.

“Y-yeah...”

This time, he sets the candle onto the nightstand just before reaching for his film camera. “Just a few for my portfolio, okay?” His cool and collected voice has you nodding furiously, spreading your legs when he taps on your thigh to give him space. “Hmm~ Your pretty ‘lil cunt is so wet already too. Should we take some pictures of it filled with my cock?” His breathy laugh has you whimpering, soft pleads of his name tumbling off of your lips at the suggestion.

You hear the camera shutter go off a few times as you attempt to stay still for him; thighs locked tight around his waist. “Are you done yet~?” You whine.

“Behave.” He snaps a few more photos; changing his angles a few more times before he decides he’s taken enough and sets his camera down onto the sheets.

The stillness is unnerving and has you on edge; unsure of Minghao’s next moves. “Minghao, are you---”

His hands are on your thighs in a split second, prying them further apart before you feel the shaft of his cock pressed snug against your soaking folds. “Oh, I--mmh!” Your words are cut short when you feel him grinding against you, coating his cock in your wetness. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this…” He groans; letting the head of his cock nudge your clit a few times as your thighs squeeze his waist.

“God, ‘Hao, please~”

He takes mercy, positioning himself at your entrance. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“Yes, yes, I promise!” You cry, tugging on your restraints.

Minghao slides his cock in slowly as the two of you share a moan. His fingertips dig into your skin, brows furrowed in concentration. “Shit, your pussy looks so good stretched around my cock like this, sweetheart.”

A slew of jumbled words roll off your tongue at the pleasure that washes over your body the second he bottoms out; the head of his cock already grazing your g-spot. “Oh, M---Minghao, fuh--fuck you f-feel so goooood~” You cry, toes curling behind his back.

He takes the moment to reach for a smaller candle and a lighter he kept on the bed; the clicking of the lighter already making you clench around his cock.

Minghao chuckles under his breath, letting the flame settle into a steady burn before he tilts the candle over your body; small trails of wax coating your skin. “Oh, f-fuck, Minghao!” You sob, pussy clenching around him as he lets the candle drip dangerously close to your folds.

“Oh--oh my g-god, I--mmh!”

The sensations prove to be too much when your orgasm washes over you unexpectedly; chest heaving as he continues to let the wax drip onto your skin. He watches in adoration as your body arches off the bed and your lips fall into a silent scream, blowing out the candle before haphazardly tossing it onto the nightstand.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He praises as he reaches for the camera one more time.

You can vaguely hear the film in his camera turning before the shutter sounds come back, soft cries spilling from your lips as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart. Pussy full of my cock and wax covering your pretty skin. You even came without me even having to do anything.”

“Ngh… Mi--Minghao… ‘m sorry I c-came without p-permission...”

The camera clicks a few more times before he sets it down again, his fingertips pressing into the dried wax when he leans over you.

“It’s okay, baby. You were so good for me. But now it’s my turn to cum, right? I can feel you sucking me in deeper so I take it that you wanna cum again too?” Minghao smirks as he reaches for the blindfold; tugging on the loose bow knot before he lets it slip from your face.

Your eyes blink to adjust to the dimmed room, licking your lips when Minghao’s blurry form becomes clearer. “Y-yeah… I--I wanna cum with y-you…”

Minghao smiles, flicking off a piece of wax on your skin. “Promise you’ll be good for me? I wanna take pictures of your pretty ‘lil cunt filled with my cum too.”

“O-okay…”

#the8 smut #minghao smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #the8 scenarios #the8 imagines #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #the8 #minghao

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milktyama · 4 years

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karasuno boys on first dates pt.2

part 1

a/n: idk about yall but this pandemic making me feel extra lonely </3 LIKE I CAN’T EVEN HUG MY OWN FRIENDS FFFFFF. sucks being a physical person during this time. i’m also procrastinating from math homework, words make more sense than numbers

genre: fluff, lighthearted, g!n s/o, kinda?? cliche??

includes: tanaka, sugawara, asahi, daichi

wc: 1489

tanaka ryunosuke

he is the type to bring you to a movie date

classic and simple

he wants to recreate that oh so romantic moment of casually laying his arm over your shoulder and bring you slightly closer together

maybe if he wants to get a little spicy have you lay your head on his shoulder

but let’s move a few steps back to the asking out part

oh dear god

this man, although he is a mad gentleman, cannot handle feelings for the life of him

and in all honesty, probably took him a little far too long to ask you out

he had this whole scenario out of a movie in his head, all the vibes of a protagonist; boy meets girls moment

and the second he musters his courage and walk up to you during the end of the day, he freezes up

needed ennoshita to give you that sweet insight so you made the first move yourself or it would’ve taken a solid month or two before he could manage to greet you and start some small talk

he does not deal with feelings too well

fast forward to the date

he suggests a a rather romantic movie since he is kinda that type of guy

but you were feeling rather active today and suggests an action movie

and honestly he couldn’t thank you more because although he’s a hopeless romantic, probably could not stand a 2 hour romance movie

he doesn’t like to be called out by a movie </3

anyways, remember that movie scenario in his head? yea that’s out of the question

for one, you two were too hype during the movie; something about superheroes kicking ass is just oh so exciting

secondly, he was wimping out a little

at the end of the movie, you just, shine the brightest smile he has ever seen on you

and oh baby does he feel so HONOURED to be the cause of that smile

but the next thing you do absolutely makes his heart swell

you ask him for a second date

we did it gamers

quite ironically you guys go on a arcade game for your second date, and this mans does not give you an easy time, but you just love that competitiveness in him

sugawara koushi

starting at the beginning, he asks you out

he keeps it simple and straightforward

calls you out right before you exit school buildings, and asks you if you wanna watch practice because he’s obviously trying to woo you a little before his nerve wrecking question

and you gladly agree

i mean who can say no to mr. refreshing sugawara koushi

when he walks through the gym doors and the members seeing you walk right behind him, they would totally kinda misread the situation

i mean no questions asked when it comes to the boys having some insight to the setter’s feelings, however they were just a few steps too forward

saddest part it was DAICHI himself who went “woahh suga you already asked her out? good job man!”

his soul never left his body as fast as that time

like his boys really ruined that one time he wanted to go perfect

but it’s fine

because although you two were in a little of a blushing mess, you lightly grip his sleeve and murmured the cutest “i’m free on saturday afternoon”

saying that he short circuited is honestly an understatement

saturday rolls around and you two unanimously agreed to baking class date

it’s just a really fun and interactive date idea and suga is so in for activity dates

even though you two knew it was gonna get a little messy, yall SIMPS still put on some of your fav outfits

it was so worth it though ‘cause suga’s reaction to your outfit was just all you needed in the world

the date is really fun and playful

totally not at you two flouring each other haha nooo....

he walks you home just before you two part ways, his bold little butt places his hand on top of your head, pecks your forehead and gives you the widest smile

“pottery painting next?”

azumane asahi

asahi is a simple and shy man

i’m pretty sure that’s the obvious

and he would def opt for a simple, at home date

of course only if the other party is comfortable enough for that

don’t get me started at how he asked you

asahi is such a baby and probably has so much trouble with expressing his emotions on the whim/real time

he’ll probably go for a love letter (damn cheesey) just in case he messes up his wording and turns into a blabbering mess trying to make up for the previous mistake

i can imagine his love lever being just the most aesthetically pleasing

like homeboy pulled one of those scrapbooking, journaling people on instagram

plus points he did a wax seal thing (so fancy oml)

most likely put in your locker and then just RAN out of the place like usain bolt

and for the cherry on top, you would return a letter with the same amount of effort (probably not as pretty as his tho LMFAO) accepting his little date uwu

when the date comes, he would set up and clean his house to the tip top utmost cleanliness it could be

at his house, you two would probably watch some movies, play some board games, bake a little and so on

but the highlight of the date is when while watching your like 3rd movie, you doze off into asahi’s shoulder and boy you should’ve seen his FACE

so read and so cute

*insert pleading eyes emoji x2000*

he would gently stroke your hair, careful trying not to wake you up

but unfortunately for him you are a light sleeper

so you would wake up but allow him to run his fingers through your hair

and then when you decide to wake wake up, you tell him that when he strokes your head feels so nice and makes you feel safe AIJFSOLDKRG

and you ask him if you can do the same to him or try styling his hair

and how could he say no to you?

you two spend hours playing with each other’s hair (or only his if you have short hair)

oh and you took so any adorable pictures of him

he got so flustered but it was fine if it was you

sawamura daichi

as a man with the biggest appetite in the series, no surprise that daichi would bring you to a local restaurant for a little date

daichi is also a confident man

so he would puff his chest and put the effort to approach you

though as confident as i make him out to be, there’s still light pink dusted on the apples of his cheeks and hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he makes eye contact with you

he’ll have you watch their practice and right after you two would make your to his favorite local restaurant for dinner

also during practice the third and second years would NOT give their captain a break while the first years are probably either too confused or don’t care (COUGH COUGH TSUKISHIMA)

anyways after practice and walking to the place is literally so perfect because sun in setting and the atmosphere is so romantic

you two probably walk right beside each other and making small talk when daichi is hinting that he wants to hold you hand by brushes that back of your hands together often

BUT YOU’RE PROBABLY SO SHY THAT EVERYTIME IS HAPPENS YOU JUST BLUSH AND APOLOGIZE AND EVENTUALLY U PUT YOUR HAND INSIDE YOUR BLAZER POCKET?????

HONEY YOU CAN ONLY BE SO D E N S E

n e ways

knowing daichi, he probably goes to this restaurant very often and knows the menu like the back of his hand

so he would ask you for your preferences and then give you his recommendations based on that

he just wants to make sure you will enjoy your meal to the fullest

as a regular, he is also well acquainted with the restaurant owner

so like when mr. restaurant owner sees daichi walk in with another person while sporting a very clear blush on his face, he KNOWS something is up

while serving your orders, he was being sNEAKY by giving yall a freebie

and it turns out to be like the couple special

like those very pretty sparkly milkshakes with one of those straws that has two sides to it branching out

and like he refuse to serve yall other drinks FAGKFHJADH so you two had to with the milkshake and like oopsie moment when you two decide to go for it at the same time

the restaurant owner DEF took a pick of that exact moment and gave it to daichi as a gift AHAHAH

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #tanaka ryunosuke #tanaka #sugawara #sugawara koshi #asahi #azumane asahi #daichi #sawamura daichi #not so headcanon headcanons #hq-branch

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meat-husband · 5 years

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Yeah, ok, I’m giving in. Vincent Sinclair is added to the list of characters I write for :p Since I’ve got six of them now, if an ask doesn’t specify which ones they want, I’ll just pick four to write for. And I’m going to limit the number of characters to four per ask, just so it’s easier to get through things. Only new asks will include Vincent, so if there is something already submitted, I’m writing it for the characters I did when it was sent.

So, like usual, here’s the NSFW and Fluff Alphabet asks below the cut!

NSFW HC

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s just as worn out as you, so it’s mostly just laying together and catching your breath. He likes to spend a while just holding you and calming down, playing with your hair and humming into your ear quietly.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If he absolutely had to make a choice, he wouldn’t be able to complete his work without his skilled hands.

It’s not really a body part, but he likes your smile best. It’s always been rare for anyone to show him any sort of positivity or affection, so he loves to see that sort of thing from you, especially if he’s the one to make you smile.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn’t really care himself, but he’s not pulling out once he gets going, so if that’s not what you want, you’re going to have to plan around it. This also means that you might want to get your hands on some sort of birth control, if that’s a concern.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s been spying on you from the moment you entered the house, and there are more than a few peepholes that look into your room. He isn’t all that subtle about it either, so you figure out really quickly what that strange noise is on the other side of the wall. He absolutely still uses them, even once you’re a couple, but at that point it’s usually just to check in without disturbing you, rather than trying to see something he shouldn’t.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely had the chance to look at and explore other bodies, but they weren’t exactly alive. So he knows the anatomy, but other than that all he knows are things he’s managed to pick up from his brother’s foul talk and whatever he can find in the books around the house. Overall, he knows enough to get by on instinct, but you’ll have to give him the details.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything where he’s behind you, preferably laying over you and pushing you into the pillows and mattress. also lets him comfortably remove the mask and not have to worry about you trying to peek while he’s distracted.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’ll follow your lead, but it’s usually a sort of mix between the two. He’s rougher than you would think, using his size to move you around or keep you from squirming too much, and will surprise you by taking charge and putting you in whatever position he wants you in.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s generally pretty clean, except for his hands and clothes, which will always have wax, paint or ink on them. But when he gets busy, he tends to ignore cleaning up, so he will go days at a time without a shower unless you push him to.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s not very confident but even Vincent is pretty sure that he’s got the romantic stuff down - he’s seen all the old movies and read quite a few harlequin novels, so he feels like he’s got a good grasp on that part of things. Unfortunately, he really, really does not have it down, and it comes off as more creepy than anything at first.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

Usually he just tries to focus on something else and ignore it, but will ultimately give in. He’d rather not get caught, so the whole basement gets locked down. Once you’re an item, though, he’s not shy about approaching you rather than taking care of it himself. Make it clear that waking you up is a no-no, or he’ll be sneaking into bed and interrupting your sleep a few times a night.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Absolutely loves giving oral, but anything that requires him to take off the mask requires a lot of trust before he’ll actually do it. Has a thing for touching you while you’re sleeping, trying to see how far he can get before you wake up, then pretending to be asleep once you’re awake and wondering what you were dreaming about.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is the most important thing, so wherever it happens, he wants to be sure there’s not going to be anyone else around. Usually that means downstairs, but if the rest of the house happens to be empty, that’s not off limits. You’ve snuck out a few times to drive around, and there’s nowhere more private than the truck in the middle of nowhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s a little voyeuristic and likes secretly watching you, even if you’re not doing anything particularly exciting. Loves when you kiss or bite at his neck, especially if you leave marks - lay on top of him with your mouth on his throat, so he can grind against you while you mark him up. He can’t deal with the teasing his brothers give him for it, so he usually hides the marks afterwards.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Very much not into any kind of humiliation, degradation or anything negative, regardless of who it’s directed at. Things that are very rough or violent, like choking, biting or hard spanking, is a big, big no. He doesn’t want to leave any lasting marks, so anything that produces more than a small bruise isn’t going down.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It’s a long process when you’re the one giving, because he just can’t not push up into your mouth. He tries not to, but you end up choking a lot anyways, and it’s a lot of starting and stopping while you try to catch your breath. It will take a while before he’ll return the favor, but once he’s comfortable with it, it’s one of his favorite things and he’ll ignore his own needs if it keeps his head between your thighs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

He’s surprisingly aggressive sometimes, but not necessarily rough, holding you down and rutting into you desperately. You do have to stop him from trying to go at it as fast as possible, but the only time he takes it slow naturally is when he’s sleepy or just waking up.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s fine with whatever he can get, and so long as you’re both satisfied at the end, he doesn’t really care much how long it took to get there.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As far as trying new things, he’ll try out almost anything you suggest. He’s less open to anything that might get you discovered, but you’ve been caught off guard more than once by a hand grabbing at you under the dinner table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s never ready to stop, but despite that he still has to eventually. Even when he’s done and tired, he’ll keep working you with his hands unless you make him stop.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not likely, unless you happen to sneak in a few purchases while you’re in the next town over. You wouldn’t dream of asking Bo, but you could probably convince Lester to go into some of the seedier stores for you, so long as you bribe him for it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really have the confidence to tease you. No matter how many yes’s he gets, he’s always sure the next time it’s going to be a no, so he doesn’t want to push it. Teasing him just turns him into a flustered mess for the rest of the day, and he’ll be too embarrassed about it to seek you out, so you’ll have to go hunt him down.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Louder than you would think, he makes a lot of noise for someone who rarely speaks. He curses under his breath, whispers to you, and only gets louder the closer he gets.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He’s good at just about any skill he tries, and not just the artsy ones. He’s just as good, if not better, than either of his brothers when it comes to cars and machinery, but he tends not to practice those skills because he knows Bo would be touchy about it. He’s also taught himself bits of other languages, but he’s not fluent in any of them.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

He’s never going to say no, so usually he just goes along with your preferences. You can always tell when there’s a slow down in work, because he’s practically attached to you 24/7 when he doesn’t have anything to do.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It usually doesn’t take long, because once you get him comfortable he’s out almost immediately. But even if he is tired, there’s always something he has to tend to eventually, so if he does fall asleep, it isn’t for long. You can pry a few more minutes out of him if you’re stubborn enough, but he’ll have to deny you sooner or later, or risk letting something go wrong in the workroom.

Fluff HC

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

There’s something that draws his interest and keeps you alive in the first place, something that separates you from the others that he’s seen in the same position and not shown mercy to. Part of it is your physical appearance because he’s attracted to you from the beginning, but the other part of it could really be anything.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Honestly, he’s not sure and would probably stay on the fence until you push him one way or the other. He doesn’t have a strong desire for a traditional family like his twin does, but he’d almost be scared of achieving that before Bo. He wouldn’t be unhappy at the opportunity, but he would be very unsure about it.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He’s very stiff at first, letting you climb all over and get comfortable, and making no move to do anything but let you. As he gets more used to it he will finally relax and put his arms around you without prompting, but he still starts out a little awkwardly each time. It’s easiest when he’s half asleep and too tired to be nervous about where or how he’s touching you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

There’s not a lot that can be done, being limited to the house, museum and basements. Anything in the house is likely to be interrupted by one brother, if not both, and you’ve seen the museum a hundred times. He isn’t supposed to leave the house, but he’ll sneak out with you for walks or short drives through the woods.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are just for him and only for him. It’s hard to tell at first, but he’s very jealous and possessive. Ideally, he’s the only person you would ever need or rely on, so he tries to manipulate things to turn it in that direction. At the same time, he knows that’s not realistic, but he’s always going to have a nagging feeling that you’re going to be taken away.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It hits him pretty early on, and he’s quickly at the edge of obsession. He’s almost passive-aggressive about it, sometimes following you around and desperate to get your attention, then spending two whole days ignoring you. He assumes there’s going to be no interest on your side, so he switches rapidly between giving up hope and being determined to try anyways. Unfortunately, he tends to go about flirting in rather unusual ways, so he comes off very creepy for the longest time. But you’re his, Bo said he could keep you, and as far as he’s concerned, this is already a committed relationship.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Gentle is usually his default, especially with you. Mostly it comes from being unfamiliar with touch and used to being pushed away, so it’s more hesitation and insecurity than gentleness. He’s skittish when it comes to touching you, pulling at your sleeve to get your attention and ask permission first.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

It’s one of the few physical touches he’s completely comfortable with, and he’s always happy to have you reach for his hand, so long as he’s not working. He’s more shy about reaching for yours, so he’ll keep getting close and then backing off until you take charge and just grab his hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He’s very much a love at first sight kinda guy, so he’s pretty much wrapped around your little finger from the start. That comes in handy when you’re trying to keep from being made into a living sculpture, but he isn’t the one who gets to decide if you stay or not. You’ve got to charm both brothers if you want to keep living, so good luck with that.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Insanely jealous of just about everyone and everything. Victims, his brothers, that book you’re reading, the dog, anything that you give even the smallest amount of attention to burns him. He feels guilty about it, so he never really acts on it, but sometimes the realization hits him that you could so easily do without him, and he hates knowing that you aren’t as dependent on him as he is on you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You are going to go a long, long time before you get to kiss anything but the mask. But he definitely goes in for the first kiss, probably well before you’ve graduated from your starting role as a hostage, so the first one is rather tense. Once you’re happy with your place with him, you’re the one coming to him for kisses.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He can speak, although he doesn’t do it often. But he’s much more comfortable with telling you how he feels than showing it physically, so he is definitely going to be the one who says it first. It’s also probably very early into anything romantic, so before you’re even sure if you want to pursue anything, he’s already busting out the I love you’s.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The first time you really smiled at him, and he doesn’t even really remember why you were smiling. It was nothing like the weak, shakey smiles with trembling lips and frightened eyes that you used to give him, and it was the first time he had seen anything warm or kind from you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

It’s rare to bring home anything that didn’t come from an unfortunate traveler, and Vincent never really leaves the house, but they’ve got a whole town full of junk and you can have first pick. He likes to go through everything first and try to find the best things before you do so that he can present them to you. He will try and get one of the brothers to bring something back from town every once in a while, but they don’t usually follow through.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Soft, dreamy colors, usually warm ones. You spend a lot of time downstairs with him, where the lighting is mostly orange and red hued from all the candles, and it’s how he pictures you in his mind.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He doesn’t really have any for you, at least none that he’s said to you before. Loves it when you use sweet names for him, though, and that’s the quickest way to get his attention if he’s not completely focused on what you’re saying. You can get just about anything from him if you use the right pet name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Most of what they own is non-modern, but ignoring the obvious things, he has a small collection of foreign coins that’s he’s found on travelers. They might not actually be old so much as strange, but he’s always sure to search through change in case there’s another oddly shaped coin to be found.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rain doesn’t make much of a difference when you’re almost always inside. Sometimes the basement at the house floods, but other than that, he just goes about the day as usual. It does mean that everyone is stuck at home, though, and it can be a volatile atmosphere having the three of you cooped up together.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He doesn’t do much to help himself, he just sort of wallows in misery for a while until he has to get back to work. He’s busy enough that it doesn’t happen too often, but any moment of calm will usually lead to a few days of moping around.

He learned long ago that there isn’t much reason in trying to cheer up his brother, but he still tries. Most of the time it just makes the situation worse, but he can’t just leave it. He’s used to being rebuffed, so if he tries it on you he’s ready to be turned away, and it’s a nice surprise to have his attempts be appreciated for once.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

His voice is quiet and raspy, and you’re almost sure that it causes him some amount of pain to speak, so you’re happy to play charades most of the time. You talk or read out loud as he works, and when you’re speaking together, he will sometimes provide short, one word sentences if he can’t properly get it across otherwise.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Just doing nothing. There is always more work to be done on something, so there is no end to the number of tasks he has waiting on him. Being able to just zone out, lay in bed and not have to get up is a luxury, but it’s the best way to get him to wind down. He likes to have you read to him when he gets the chance to do so, whatever book is closest, and fall asleep listening to you.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

The only thing he’s really proud of is the work he does, and it’s pretty much all he’s ever been complimented on before. He’s glad to show off his artistic skill, but if you happen to praise literally anything else - how nice his hair looked that day, what a good job he did helping with dinner - he will go out of his way to do it again, as often as possible, and soak up the positivity.

W = Wedding (When, how?)

Oddly enough, Bo is going to be the one pushing for a wedding before anyone else. He switches between being the proud brother to a jealous, angry mess, but it’s still going to come down to joining the family or the museum. You don’t get much of a say in terms of the actual ceremony, but Vincent is just happy to have his brothers approval. Obviously, a wedding made up of wax bodies with no priest or paperwork in sight isn’t going to be legal, but it’s the thought that counts.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Usually he only listens to music for the background noise when he’s working, just so it’s not completely silent. He really only likes music without vocals, otherwise it’s too distracting.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

After a certain point, it’s on his mind constantly. It’s something he would never consider without the blessing of his twin, and the probability of getting a ‘yes’ out of him changes by the minute, so it takes a lot of time and effort. In the end, it’s only going to happen on Bo’s terms, and if that’s not the way you want it done, then you’re not getting a ring on your finger.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

They’ve got one dog and that’s probably as much as Bo is going to allow. While Vincent likes animals, he wouldn’t go out of his way to get a pet on his own, and he’d be perfectly happy without one. He does prefer dogs to cats, mainly because he enjoys teaching them tricks.

#Slashers #Vincent Sinclair #Slasher x Reader #House of Wax #ok i am giving in wax boy is here #i just.... love him

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queenandexile · 7 years

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As far as she was concerned, the monk was a godsend and harpoons were to be banned. Everywhere. Unconditionally.

(FIC BELOW CUT)

With equal parts irritation and disbelief, she felt the sliced edges of the hole left in her winter coat during that day’s battle. Her gloved fingers brushed experimentally across the newly regenerated skin, reminding her that it had indeed been wise to bring along the strange little green druid, because without its help she’d most likely have bled out into the snow. With that thought came a vivid recollection of the harpoon embedding in her abdomen, complete with the flash echo of the searing pain and sickening thud of the actual impact.

Her chest burned, and she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

“U-Um, Kitani?” came the nervous and familiar voice of the party’s resident shoemaker. The Kalashtar in question glanced up to find him fiddling with his backpack, and with a questioning look prompted him to continue. After a little nod, he cleared his throat. “I was thinking that I should perhaps repair your jacket? It wouldn’t be wise to continue storming up the mountains with it in its current condition, especially considering that exposed skin could lead to frostbite and other maladies that may not be so simple to heal…” he trailed off, as quietly self-conscious as ever.

“Rikki didn’t exactly sell the bare experience, did he?” she agreed, shrugging out of the thick fur-lined garment. It fell off her shoulders into a stiff pile of leather that still carried the faint scent of blood. Folding it up, she handed it to her comrade, patting the space next to her. “Care to join me?” she asked with a small shiver. “This cave is still pretty cold,” her lips quirked upward, “and I’d much prefer your company over that of the plant, the mute, or the two lovebirds, even if they are generating the most heat,” she finished with a conspiratorial look, the last statement muttered directly into the elf’s mind.

Halfway through the process of sitting down, Rhaelleth realized what had been implied, his head shooting up in thinly veiled panic to focus on the other side of the cave.

To his immense relief, the monk and bard were simply having a nice conversation. Both were bundled up in Rikki’s newly fashioned yeti-pelt blanket, and dancing upon Rikki’s palm was a little flame sprite, hopping in time to his snaps. Jaffeta laughed, attempting to smother the sound with her hand, looking apologetically off to her right. Rhaelleth followed her gaze back to his side of the cave, his eyes eventually settling on the wrapped and rather grumpy-looking form of the Sha’ir, who was staring pointedly at the bard. With a “harrumph” Cruril rolled over and faced the wall, his shoulders hunched and his back to the offending party. Even from the back he looked as he always did; supremely regretful he had ever left his place of residence, let alone ended up with these noisy people on a dangerous and mostly likely fatal journey.

With a small sigh the shoemaker settled into his spot, frowning slightly at the Psion, who merely smirked in return. Mentally he added another tally to list of times she had made him blush. The board was a lot fuller than he would have preferred.

Kitani offered the elf half of her blanket, which he gratefully accepted and settled under before getting down to business. Rhaelleth rifled through his bag, eventually plucking from its over-packed depths a little pouch. From within the pouch came a thick leather needle and a spool of strong thread. Unfolding and preparing the torn coat, he set to work repairing the damage.

After a few minutes of diligently sewing away and evading questions and attempts at conversation with slightly painful results, Rhaelleth finally gave up on being guarded and decided to try out honesty, mingled with a little pathos.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but”, his pinpricked fingers stilled as he studiously stared down at the coat in his lap, “I’m not very adept at talking and working at the same time. I had no company back at home, so while working I’ve always been-” he glanced up for a brief moment of eye contact “-alone. In the quiet of the woods.”

The Kalashtar studied the elf’s face. His tone was apologetic, but by the way his fingers ever so slightly shook it was clear he was trying to hide his nervousness. The stress of their earlier engagement, coupled with yet another near-death experience, had taken its toll on the conflict-avoidant little factotum. He needed to keep his hands busy, to craft, to mend, in order to calm his turbulent thoughts and settle his emotions.

Used to a snippy reply, Rhaelleth found the Psion’s seconds of silence both uncharacteristic and worrisome. He opened his mouth to stammer an apology and recant his previous implications, but before he could begin he was silenced by a dismissive wave. Kitani rose to her feet, arching her back in a stretch that caused a few vertebrae to crack satisfactorily. With a lazy grin, she dusted off her pants and stepped out from the pooled blanket. Best to make it clear he hadn’t hurt her feelings before giving him his required space.

“I doubt you’ll ever find that kind of peace with Rikki in the room, but I wish you luck,” she shrugged, taking another step toward the cave entrance. “I think it’s time I checked on our friend keeping watch. Have to make sure he hasn’t frozen solid. Or tried to take a snow bath. Or been absconded by the remaining yetis and forced to become their unwilling bride.”

A derisive snort came from the Cruril bundle.

Both Rhaelleth and Kitani looked over in surprise.

“And with that achievement, I bid you farewell.”

As she walked away, Kitani saw through Silica’s eyes the tension draining from the elf’s shoulders as his hands became steadier and more nimble.

The mouth of the cave was much colder than its interior. The wind had finally died down somewhat now that the worst of the storm had passed, but it still whistled and screamed across the barren face of the mountain. Luckily the snow banks on either side of the cave’s entrance bore the brunt of its wrath, shielding the half-elf on watch duty.

Still, especially for one not fully bundled up, it was not a pleasant place to be.

As Kitani stepped gingerly into the shallow snow outside, she paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Although she hadn’t planned to travel far, she wasn’t used to moving blind, and with the turn her luck was taking she was taking all precautions in order to avoid any manner of ungainly tripping and ungraceful tumbles down the sheer sides of cliffs. If a minute’s pause spared her broken bones, well, it seemed like a worthy use of time.

At least she hadn’t needed to wait long. The moon was a waxing crescent, but it remained mostly obscured behind a fast-travelling blanket of clouds. The light it did manage to provide shimmered across the icy surface of the snow, a blanket of refracting and glimmering pinpricks of light constantly in flux as the moon appeared and disappeared.

Soon she could easily make out the features of the half-elf, various edges of steel gleaming in the light where they jutted out from underneath the fur cloak. The shopkeeper had warned that it would look foolish to wear the cold weather wear over armour, but the man hadn’t been deterred. Separating the man from his protective layers was a difficult feat, but- she noted with a small smile- not impossible. A shopkeeper’s disdain or the amusement of a few strangers had no sway over the unforthcoming Crusader. If Ellion had made anything exceedingly obvious in their time together, it was that he was not one to lose sleep over another person’s opinions. He had much more troubling problems to keep him awake at night.

Kitani concentrated, suppressing the mental display of one of her more recently gained powers. In silence except for the occasional whistling of the wind, the covert manifestation soon proved successful, sending the low roll of thoughts blooming in the Psion’s mind. Thoughts that were not her own.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was an invasion of privacy, but as was the norm, her curiosity outweighed her conscience. It was only a cursory reading anyway she rationalized; in essence no different than the multiple times he had forgotten to cut the mindlink before falling back into his often turbulent thoughts.

He was thinking of home. Trying to pinpoint when exactly he had lost his mind- or rather- when the world had lost any semblance of fairness, rhyme, or reason.

From what he had explained to her, and what she had gleaned from bored manifestations of her currently active power, he truly appreciated the Gentlefolk and all it had done for him. The sentiment was in stark contrast to Rhaelleth’s abject fear of it and any member of it. When they both left their psyches unguarded, the juxtaposition of their two minds murmuring in tandem with such different emotions was almost comical. The elf’s suspicions seemed unfounded; if the organization was truly as honourable and principled as Ellion’s recollections suggested, there seemed to be little to worry about.

Unfortunately, if her parents’ lessons were to be believed and the past was any clue to the future, the truth lay somewhere between the two perspectives. The Gentlefolk had been around for a while, and it was becoming abundantly clear that in this world, the good didn’t last.

She scoffed at the uncharacteristically cynical notion, and a part of her wanted to believe that the conclusion was not entirely her own; that it was coloured by the nihilism of his thoughts bleeding over into hers, but it was just at that moment his attention began to shift focus. The changing flow was a simple one to follow; from the trial of his exile, to cursing Cuthbert with the flavour and creativity of someone who has had at least a couple years of practice, to the times when the god’s power had actually come in handy, one more recent of which was the final confrontation with the vampire spawn strumpet. After that, streamlike and rushing in the way only thoughts and water could be, came the echoes of panic and rage as she lay crumpled and bleeding on the ground, the thrill of their first lone shared victory, the warmth of her in his arms as he guided her back to the tent, the unexpected spike of pleasure when he got her to crack a smile- the real one: unbidden and crooked and beautifully flawed, an unfamiliar and quiet longing that was starting to make him forget his pessimism and drop his guard…

Kitani cleared her throat to interrupt his thoughts and draw his attention, all at once thankful for the thickening darkness that hid her blush and cooled her skin.

With a slow glance over his shoulder, the half-elf gave a curt nod, his face betraying nothing of the turn his mind had taken. In the low roll of his thoughts surfaced a bemusedly murmured “think of the devil…”

…and he shall appear, she finished mentally, refusing to take the perhaps accidentally placed bait. There were those who were clever and knew ways to goad a mind reader into admitting their active craft, and although Ellion clearly lacked higher levels of schooling, there was an adaptive and somewhat cunning edge to his mind that made him more than just a brute with a pretty face.

It also made him dangerous.

…and, although she was loathe to admit it, attractive. But she had expected as much. Muscle was easy to come by: a copper a dozen. Soldiers could be hired. Strength with a solid foundation, backed by a sharp mind or a good heart, now that was valuable. She had started this journey wanting an army to rally behind her, but it was becoming exceedingly clear that what she needed was someone to stand beside her. Someone worthy of her trust.

However, the royal in her balked at the notion of being dependent on anyone but immediate family. The human reminded that beggars could not be choosers, and family was scarce these days. The Kalashtar sang of the merits inherent in all people, particularly of the man before her.

After an exasperated sigh she continued trudging closer, the snow crunching softly under thick leather boots. “Enjoying the mountain air?” she teased.

He scoffed. “Slightly more than the mountain snow. And ice. And bitter, skin-numbing cold.”

She took a few more steps forward, stopping just beside his still form. He was using a boulder as a makeshift seat. His shoulders hunched against the cold, he looked strangely small. Almost vulnerable. “I take it the winters in the east aren’t quite this bad then,” she ventured.

He grunted. It was a touchy subject, but she couldn’t stop herself from asking. There was much to learn about this man, this city, this continent; when she finally found her parents, they would be interested in all of the information she’d gathered. The more, the better. They’d be proud of their little diplomat-in-training.

Ellion began to speak as he turned toward her, but after a cursory glance that turned into a double take, he just raised his eyebrows instead.

“Uhh… a little underdressed, aren’t you?” he smiled.

She half-shrugged, half-shivered, her gloved hand automatically rising to hover over the point of impact. There was a coin-sized hole in her shirt where the harpoon had pierced the material, and without the thick fur coat the freshly healed skin was now exposed to the elements. “Yet another fun side-effect of being stabbed.” Left unsaid after the glib comment was quiet appreciation for the healing-inclined members of the party, but she showed her gratitude in other ways. Like taking the brunt of enemy aggression, and talking to intimidating strangers… as well as intimidating comrades. “You never answered my question.”

This time it was Ellion’s turn to shrug. “There aren’t many places as cold as the face of a mountain. Especially at night and right after a storm.” He stamped his feet, shaking off a thin layer of snow that had accumulated on the fur. “And in the places that are, whatever and whoever lives there are probably comfortably inside. Or gods-forsakenly stupid and deserving of whatever’s coming to them,” he grumbled, staring out into the darkness with narrowed eyes.

“Good to see the cold hasn’t dampened your optimism”.

He looked back at her just in time to catch sight of a particularly violent shiver work its way down her spine. When he next spoke, his voice was softer and carried a hint of worry.

“I’m serious. Shouldn’t you be inside?”

“And leave you out here to be abducted by yetis or wayward strumpets? I think not.” The chattering of her teeth robbed the words of much of their conviction.

He didn’t relent, twisting in his seat to get a better look at her. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” one side of his frown quirked upward. “That being said, if it means you don’t freeze to death, I think I’ll take my chances.”

His gaze met hers, and the snippy retort that had been formulating in her head died without a sound.

And once again the blush was back.

The next few moments were spent in silence, which grew progressively more awkward as Kitani’s shivers increased in intensity and her face grew warmer.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, she broke eye contact, looking somewhere, anywhere that was not at the surprisingly sweet and irritatingly multi-faceted Crusader. He was supposed to be grumpy and inconsiderate. Straightforward and intimidating and offputtingly awkward. The sudden potential for gentleness had not been part of the bargain.

Eyes off to the side as she avoided his looks of concern, she tried to rub some warmth back into her arms. “Oh please,” she mumbled, “As if a bit of snow could kill me. It’s not like it’s got fangs or projectile weaponry…” she trailed off, all at once self-conscious and fumbling. In a desperate bid for a distraction she once again called up the stream of his thoughts. “…don’t need the tough act. I’ve got the protection and brute force side covered.” She breathed a sigh of relief at the comfortingly predictable bruiser notion. “You’ve got the charming and perplexing down and by the gods how can something that deadly be that cute it shou-“ She slammed the flow shut with a barely audible squeak. Mistake. She studiously avoided eye contact. Congratulations, she inwardly groaned, you made it worse.

“Just- uh,” he began. “Look… please don’t take this the wrong way and punch me in the brain, but the way I see it you’ve got two choices here. Go back inside and brave our bizarre companions in the relative warmth, or stay out here. With me. In the cold.”

“You trying to get rid of me?” she asked with less than sincere incredulousness, temporarily pausing bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in order to pout.

“No! Maybe. Well… yes? I’d rather you not die of stubbornness or curiosity or…” he shifted nervously “…whatever the hell it is that’s keeping you out here.” He blinked once, slowly, before glancing off to the side. Out of habit, she once again pulled up the stream of his thoughts. He had the tendency to leave any non-crucial words unsaid, if not completely omitting speaking in favour of glowering or simply looking exasperated. After the first couple of incomplete conversations with the reticent man, she began taking precautions to be ready to tap into his inner monologue and fill in the blanks he was so fond of leaving. He was a very different man on the inside than suggested by the image he projected to the world.

Her interest piqued, she watched his sudden tenseness with a carefully blank expression. He grimaced, taking a few seconds to search for the right words before continuing speaking. “At least you could- uh,” oh gods what am I doing, “potentially, that is,” seriously, when the fuck did this become difficult “if you are set on staying out here,” in the cold, very underdressed, not that I mind if you don’t “ there’s enough room here to… share?” okay that sounded better in my head. Good job moron you just made everything awkw-

“Took you long enough,” she smirked. Wait what. The look of surprise and- was that a blush?- on that usually taciturn but always striking face was enough to keep her own self-consciousness at bay. He floundered, looking at her first with bewilderment, and then suspicion. Still admiring the aloof-turned-bashful play of confused expressions, she couldn’t help but tease him a little more.

“For a minute there I was worried you didn’t like my company,” and had read weeks worth of signals completely incorrectly. Thank goodness Silica isn’t here to witness this.

He didn’t move. “Well?” She waved both gloved hands at him.

“Oh. Oh. Yeah.” Ellion scooted over, his relief visible as he raised one side of the fur cloak. She slid onto the rock beside him, pulling the offered corner of the fur around her shoulders with a little sigh.

“Much better,” she purred, soaking up the warmth with all the pleasure of a cat basking in a sunbeam.

A couple minutes passed in relative silence. Kitani had been very subtly worming her way closer to the half-elf, purely because of his heat-producing capabilities she rationalized, belatedly picking up on the double entendre with a defeated sigh. “Who am I kidding?” she breathed. She realized she had in fact said that out loud, and her eyes flicked up to the half-elf’s face.

He cleared his throat once, jaw set and eyes focused out into the darkness, seemingly unaware of the slip. Back rigid, he made no movement.

Immediately alert, she followed his gaze. Nothing but moonlight gleaming on the snow. Still, she didn’t want to take any chances.

He immediately acquiesced to the mindlink.

There’s something out there, he warned.

Can you tell what it is? What did you see?

He sent a picture of a vague blur; a memory of what might have been a grey tuft of something behind a bluff a few yards to the east.

And what is that supposed to be?

Not sure. Could be- FUCK!!!

His thoughts blurred into alarm as whatever it was came charging through the darkness toward them. Hand shooting to the blade at his side, Ellion darted forward in order to meet the thing head-on. It was close, but he knew if he moved fast he could keep it from reaching the woman beside him.

Before he could make it there, a ray of pure fire blasted past him, hitting the thing square in the chest. The air smelled like charred fur for a moment before the wind whipped it away.

Frozen in place, the yeti tottered back and forth, clearly staggered. As the smoke cleared it whimpered, turning on its heel and disappearing back into the darkness.

Ellion squinted after it in confusion, sword half-drawn. Somewhere in the distance he could hear its whine disappear into the wind.

Once satisfied that the danger had passed he sheathed his weapon, turning to look questioningly at his companion.

She was glaring into the distance in the direction the creature had vanished, the only evidence of her interference a small frown and the trace of a violet aura around her usually blue-white irises.

I could have handled that, he contended.

I don’t doubt that, she acknowledged, eyes still narrowed and gloved hands gripping the stone. Then with a derisive exhale, but I don’t appreciate my time with you being interrupted.

Upon realizing what had just slipped out of her mind, Kitani had to restrain herself from burying her face in her hands. She risked a glance at the half-elf.

Ellion blinked slowly, unsure if he had just heard what he thought he had.

Did she just… “That’s… well, that’s actually reall-“ he was interrupted by a meek voice calling from the entrance to the cave.

“Kitani? Are you still out here?”

Both of the people outside jerked over to look at the newcomer.

Rhaelleth, they thought in tandem.

The Kalashtar beckoned the shoemaker forward. Good timing, she almost laughed. Praise the powers that be for elven intuition. She eagerly welcomed the distraction.

Rhaelleth approached cautiously, stammering an apology for interrupting. He held out the newly mended jacket.

Kitani took the offered garment, barely registering the line of neat little stitches that was indicative of very fine workmanship.

“Thanks so much,” she exclaimed a little too enthusiastically, throwing her free arm around the elf’s narrow shoulders while simultaneously turning him back toward the cave. “Now that that’s taken care of, why don’t you tell me another one of your elven myths? Or maybe you can repair this?” she blurted, absentmindedly gesturing at her torso and the remaining layers of damaged fabric. Rhaelleth automatically turned to follow the motion of her hand. In as close proximity as they were, the move resulted in his face practically in her chest.

Kitani noticed neither Rhaelleth’s closeness nor his profuse blushing. For the first time she also overlooked his long ears drooping, which was usually a point of victory in any conversation with the diminutive artisan. As she dragged him toward the cave his presence barely registered as anything beside the pivotal cog in facilitating her escape.

She had already said too much. There was just something about the dour half-elf that piqued her interest in a wholly hazardous way. Somehow she could spend weeks in hiding while manipulating strangers out of their money and information, and yet without any trying this man made her concentration slip. He was a bad influence without meaning to be, inciting rashness and recklessness and being inherently disarming. Around him she was impulsive and guileless.

Just like how she used to be back in Sothluria.

But why? How did he undo the effect so much time and distance and danger had wrought?

… He made her feel safe.

The insight came on the heels of the budding realization that he was earning her trust. That… was something she was not prepared for.

It was time to get away from the half-elf before she said anything else.

As he was pushed forward, Rhaelleth looking questioningly over his shoulder at Ellion. The elf had feared the man since he first suspected his affiliation with the Gentlefolk, and time had only made him more certain that his initial apprehension was correct, if not understated. He dreaded being alone with the half-elf without the tempering influence of the Psion, going so far as to avoid eye contact and any direct confrontation. In their weeks of travelling together the shoemaker had never really even spoken with the man.

And he wanted to keep it that way.

Right before they vanished into the cave, Rhaelleth chanced a fleeting look back at the man on guard duty, and immediately wished he hadn’t.

If looks could kill, Rhaelleth imagined that he would be very, very dead.

Well, at I’ll be safe inside the cave, he hoped. At least for now. Probably.

… I should never have left my house.

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