#i mean they basically raised all their brothers alone and we all know what they were like

[impactedfates]

Okay I have this idea but yes yes anyway [might be long I'm so sorry]

So basically Wanderer practically joined Traveller to journey out to the last 3 regions of Teyvat. But but bUUUUT right now they're at Fontaine and doing some stuff [aka the current available quests]

Once he and the Traveller are taking a massive break over things, him checking out some places to hang out when he saw someone— another puppet, basically

When he approached them, surprise its his younger sibling [aka reader], and they still remember him despite the Irminsul incident one region ago

How would the interaction go from there? I want moar genshin-sibling-platonicness help

— 🫶🏻 Anon with another gift! A Neuvilette An otter with some things! 🦦🐚🪸🪷

A/N: THAT'S SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA ACTUALLY ANOIFENI. More genshin sibling platonic storys yes >:D AND THANK YOU FOR THE MINI NEUVI

W.C: 1237

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

Format: Fic

Warnings: None (I think?)

Extra: Traveller Lumine because she needs more love, also I prefer Traveller Lumine ngl // Scaras a mean but caring older brother // Reader is a young adult // Sorry if this wasn't as long as you hoped, I haven't done any of the side quests in Fontaine :sob: willing to write a pt 2 though // I did not proof read this, I relied solely on my proofreader

Just Like Me - Platonic Scaramouche x Sibling! Reader

“Ahhh…it feels so good to relax”

Lumine sighed tiredly as she plopped herself on a bench. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at the blonde and rolled his eyes as he stared at the traveller practically melting onto the bench. Paimon doing the same.

“You two are tired already? It’s only 12pm”

“AND we’ve been doing commissions and helping others since MIDNIGHT”

Lumine countered, now laying atop of the bench like it was the most comfiest bed in the world, Paimon nodded in agreement, going to fly over and lay down too but was knocked back a bit by Lumine.

“Go away Paimon…all you did was float around…”

“Hey!! Paimon makes great emotional support”

And all Lumine could respond with was a tired yet sarcastic ‘sure you are’. Scara watched the scene unfold in front of him and shook his head a bit. Perhaps it was because he was a puppet and didn’t get tired as fast as regular humans, but he wanted to continue their mission in Fontaine before they went to the next 2 nations.

He sat on the ground next to the blonde and after half an hour he was bored once again. Groaning a bit as he tipped his head back.

“When are we continuing our little ‘adventure’?”

“If you’re so up for it, you can go explore…look for people to help or ideally…a place to better relax and/or a place to dump Paimon”

“Hey! What’s with you and leaving me alone”

Scara shook his head as the two travelling companions began to playfully bicker, deciding to take the proposal Lumine suggested, he stood up again and began walking around Fontaine for a place to hang out or just someone in trouble. If he’d actually help them? He didn’t know either.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”

Scara covered his ears at the sudden loud screech, turning to the source of the sound, he saw someone being cornered by some guys, eyes narrowing a bit he quietly walked over.

“Just give us the mora, and we’ll be on our way”

“I’ve told you, I don’t have it. Nor do I have any debt to even be paid”

“Debt or not, we want the money”

Scara rolled his eyes, classical treasure hoarders. Using his vision he floated above them and slashed some anemo at them, pushing them to the ground. The person he saved looked up and tilted their head.

The treasure hoarders attempted to get up but the person quickly slashed them down with geo, knocking them fully unconscious.

“If you had a vision yourself, you should’ve used it”

Scara said, floating down and crossing his arms at the person who just shrugged.

“I was going too, until you came here. Are you a god or something?”

“Ha, could’ve been if my mom hadn’t betrayed me”

He mumbled under his breath, earning a confused look as the person didn’t know what he said. Quickly coughing into a fist he extended his hand.

“You can call me Wanderer, nice to meet you”

“Oh right, I’m [Name]”

They replied, a bit hesitant, taking his hand and shaking it. A bit quickly realising that the hand they shook didn’t feel the same as the others. And as creepy as it sounds, a puppet's hand is quite different to a human's hand.

Puppet?

Both Scara and [Name] looked at eachother, realising that well, both their hands felt like a puppets one.

“A puppet?”

“Seems so, wow I never met another puppet before”

“Don’t get used to it”

[Name] laughed a bit, before eyeing Scara up and down. Something about him felt familiar…perhaps too familiar. Before long they were pretty much staring and Scara was glaring at them as no words had been spoken during this time.

“Ah, sorry…but…Kuni?”

“...What?”

Scaras eyes widened at the name before narrowing again.

“How do you know that name?”

“My mom told me about Kunikuzushi or well…Kuni…he’s my older brother…well I see him as well, I’m not sure what my mom thinks”

“Older…brother…? Wait wait…you’re telling me your mother is Raiden Ei AND that you remember that?”

“Yes and yes…why is there a problem?”

Scara shook his head, this was quite the surprise for him. He had a younger sibling and they remembered him? Or the stories anyways. Thinking for a bit he decided to explain to [Name] about the incident with the ____ Tree.

Before long, he was walking them back to where he last left Lumine.

“Wow, so you erased yourself from this tree and now history has forgotten about you? Like you never existed”

“For the nth time…y e s”

“Sorry not sorry. But that’s just so cool”

[Name] explained, laughing a bit at their brother's tired look from explaining why he’s been pretty much deleted from history. Lumine was up by now and no longer bickering with Paimon, rather she was talking to someone with a smile. A smile that both Scara and [Name] recognised as a fake one.

“I’ll get right on that…yes yes bye”

Traveller waved off the Fontainian and as soon as they were out of sight their smiles dropped and buried their heads in their heads, proceeding to silently scream in them as Paimon attempted to comfort her.

“What have I told you about accepting everyone's request”

“...Not to do it”

“And you did it anyways”

Scara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but he had no bad feelings towards Lumine. He knew it could be hard to refuse after being known as such a helpful adventurer.

“Oh! It’s the famous traveller! Hello!”

A voice called out, Lumine turned her head to look at Scara and noticed [Name] raising a brow. Before either Lumine or Paimon could answer, Scara quickly explained.

“Wow so…Ei really made a 3rd puppet?”

“I believe they’re older then the Shogun puppet Paimon”

Lumine answered before turning back to [Name], holding her hand out for them to shake which they happily did. Scara rolled his eyes a bit at the interaction but shrugged it off. Not like it’s bad or anything.

“Hey! Since you two seem to want to hang out together, how about you join the commission Traveller just got?”

“Oh! That would be ni-”

“No”

Scara interrupted, coughing into his fist before looking at [Name] who stared back with a slight pout and a raised brow. Lumine and Paimon sighed a bit, they both internally knew that this was going to be awhile.

.

.

.

And it was! The pair had to listen to the two of them argue about [Name] joining the commission, and as harsh as Scaras words were to try to dissuade [Name] to join, Lumine could tell he just wanted to keep them safe. Unfortunately for Scara, he had been following Lumine to the commission area so…whether he liked it or not, looks like [Name] is joining.

He simply grumbled under his breath as he reluctantly grabbed his siblings arm and began dragging them around as Lumine started the commissions. If he couldn’t stop them from joining, the least he could do was protect them right?

That’s what siblings are for…and they’re also for

“THAT WAS MY SWEET MADAM [NAME]”

“NOT ANYMORE”

They’re also there to have silly arguments with after a long day of commissions, reminding both Paimon and Lumine what they must look like when they argue. Lumine simply laughed at their antics as she sipped her drink. (You wish that was you huh?)

If you want a pt 2 where I probably (hopefully) write Scara and [Name]s sibling dynamic better, please comment! I'll make one as soon as I finish my current requests :>>

#genshin impact #genshin #genshinimpact #Scaramouche #Scaramouche x Reader #Scaramouche x You #Genshin Impact x You #Genshin Impact x Reader #Genshin x You #Genshin x Reader #GenshinImpact x You #GenshinImpact x Reader #Genshin Scaramouche #Genshin Impact Scaramouche #GenshinImpact Scaramouche #Platonic Genshin #Platonic Genshin Impact #Platonic GenshinImpact #Wanderer #Kunikuzushi #There rlly does need to be more platonic genshin fics #AND TRAVELLER LUMINE #WHERES MY TRAVELLER LUMINE FICS. #MOVE AETHER #GIVE MY GIRL MORE ATTENTION #/hj but like #As much as traveller aether is good I really need that traveller Lumine content

[bordysbae]

Hi 18. "he's my best friends brother" with jack Hughes please!

“sometimes you need to shut up”

jack hughes x f!reader

okay ik i say this about literally every story, but i fr do not like this at all?? i feel like it’s very rushed and cheesy so i apologize ugh

wc: 1.7k

your mother and ellen went to high school together. they were always close but never considered themselves best friends, until college. they ended up at the same college, and everything took off from there. you and luke are the same age, and you’ve grown up with the hughes family.

you’ve always thought jack was attractive, but he was basically just the noah flynn to your elle evans. your best friends hot older brother who was totally off limits. he always treats you like a little sister, and you hate it. but either way, the hughes family has become a major part of your life, which is why you’re currently on luke’s couch, holding his hand as the new jersey devils are selecting next.

luke’s hand is squeezing yours so tightly that it’s hurting you a little bit, but you’d never tell him that. jack is sat on the other side of you and from his body language you can tell he’s nervous as well. of course he wants his younger brother to play on the same nhl team as him, and that’s exactly what he got. before you can even realize it, luke’s name is called, and you bolt to your feet. you move out of the way so that quinn and jack can hug like first, but you’re surprised when jack grabs your wrist and pulls you into their hug.

“you’re just as important to luke as we are, get in here y/n/n,” jack says to you, making you smile. after the hug you quickly scurry out of frame so that the boys can do their thing for the camera, and you watch as luke puts on a devils cap atop his curly brown hair. you smile at the sight of him and jack, and soon realize you’re staring at the older boys beaming smile. you immediately dart your eyes away from jack, and see your mother and ellen smirking at you. you roll your eyes at them, knowing that they’ve had a lingering suspicion since your sophomore year of highschool that you have feelings for jack.

you adjust your white dress acting as if you didn’t get caught staring, looking down to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks. after all of the tv media stuff, it’s finally time for personal photos. while the boys are getting their photos taken, you venture over to where the moms are standing. “oh ellen, you’ve raised the best boys. it’s amazing how all three of them are in the nhl, isn’t it?” you say. ellen places her hand on your shoulder and smiles at you.

“you know, you mean so much to them, right? and not just luke, jack too,” ellen teases, making your mouth fall agape slightly.

“oh ellen leave my daughter alone! she’ll admit her feelings eventually,” your own mother joins in.

“he’s my best friends brother! i do not have feelings for him!” you exclaim, trying to prove your point to both them and yourself. despite always pretending you don’t have feelings for him, you know you do.

suddenly an arm rests on top of your head, and you hear a males voice speak up behind you. “have feelings for who?” jack chuckles, as he still has his arm resting on top of your head. a lump forms in your throat and you quickly swallow it.

“no one jack, get outta here! we’re having a girl talk!” ellen tells her middle son.

“well luke told me to come, he wants to take pictures with a little someone over here,” he says, obviously meaning you. for some reason, your heart starts to flutter at his words and the direct attention he’s giving you. this is exactly why you have feelings for him, he treats you like you’re someone of importance to him, and it makes you feel good, maybe even happier.

jim then walks over and starts talking to the mothers about dinner plans, and that’s when jack whispers something in your ear. “me, you, luke, and quinn should steal some of my parents alcohol for later, whatcha think?”

you nod your head in agreement and watch as the moms turn back around to face you both, unaware of what just happened behind them. “well, i guess that’s my cue to go, but we’re not done with this conversation! i still have a point to prove!” you say, pointing a finger between the two mothers, who can’t contain their giggles. you roll your eyes playfully and make your way over to luke.

“y/n about time! and why are you cheeks so pink?” luke chuckles. your eyes go wide, you had no idea you were blushing from your encounter with jack.

“oh uh, just really hot with all these people in the house, y’know?” you say, and he nods. he places his devils hat ontop of your head, making you smile. you guys take plenty of pictures, and you begin to look through them scoping out the instagram worthy ones.

—

after all of the draft stuff is done, you guys had a nice dinner, and now you and the boys are sat outside by the fire pit. you told your mom you’d walk home since you only live four doors down, and she trusts you so she said it was alright. despite you guys thinking you snuck the alcohol, both parents are well aware that you guys drink whenever you’re alone. it’s been a tradition every time quinn and jack are home at the same time, but you all still think a secret.

you’re a pretty buzzed since you’re a bit of a lightweight, and start dozing off slightly. the last face you see before you close your eyes fully is jacks, since he’s in the chair across from you. you’re awoken to strong arms carrying you out of the chair you’re sat in, and bringing you inside.

both the alcohol and drowsiness makes you utterly confused, and you mumble something that quickly sobers you up the second it slips out of your lips. “mm jack you’re really strong, and you smell good too,” you say. immediately you realize what you just said and open your eyes fully. luke’s face says it all, and your mouth falls agape.

as soon as luke reaches the top of the stairs he puts you down from his arms, and looks at you with an all serious facial expression. “y/n, what did you-“ “luke im so sorry” you interrupt him, tears forming at the brim of your eyes. you don’t know why you’re crying, but you assume it’s from the alcohol. immediately luke wipes your tears, “no no no why are you crying? i’m not mad, i just have a question i’ve been dreading asking you.”

“what is it?” you ask, sniffling a little bit. your emotions are all over the place due to the current state of your intoxication level.

“do you like jack? i’ve had a feeling you did for the longest time now, but i never wanted to jump to conclusions. i’m not mad i promise, if anything i want you guys together. do you know how awesome it would be if you became my sister?!” luke chuckles, clearly a bit tipsy.

“oh luke, yes. i do like your brother, and i’ve tried so hard to push the feelings away, but they just never go. i’m really sorry,” you plead.

“don’t apologize, i mean i wish you would’ve told me sooner but too late for that now. you should tell him, i see the way he looks at you y/n. i’m serious.”

you almost snort at his last sentence, but you bite back your laughs, “luke what? are you crazy? he doesn’t even live here anymore! it’s such a pointless thing if i tell him.”

“look, i’m his brother and im telling you to do it. i know jack like the back of my hand. y/n there’s a reason he always treats you differently than other girls. you’re important to him, i’m serious.”

“yeah yeah whatever, you’re crazy. anyways i told my mom i’d be home before 1 and it’s already 12:30 so i better get going,” you smile up at him.

“let me walk you home”

“okay, let me get my shoes,” you say as you walk down the stairs. as you’re walking, ellen creeps out of her room, “luke honey, do you mind getting me a glass of water?”

luke turns around to face his mother, and nods his hand, “i’ll be back,” he says. suddenly jack walks in from outside and notices you waiting by the front door, “you heading home?”

“yeah, just waiting for luke to walk me home,” you smile.

“let me walk you home, luke takes forever. i’m sure you’re parents are waiting for you anyways.”

“you sure? i can always wait…”

“yes i insist, cmon,” jack says as he started to unlock his front door.

—

the late night humid air hits your skin, and the sound of crickets fills the air. the only thing illuminating you and jack are the street lights and the moon. you’re still a little tipsy, and get a random urge to tell jack your feelings, and so you do.

“jack i need to tell you something,” you blurt out.

“hm? what is it?” he says, turning his head to face you.

“i like you, a lot. i always have, actually. i know you don’t feel the same but i have alcohol in my system and luke told me to tell you so-” you ramble, but get interrupted.

“sometimes you need to shut up y/n,” jack says before leaning in to kiss your lips

#jack hughes #i hate this so much #this was rushed #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #luke hughes #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

[didishawn]

The kylian fic is too good I want a part 2 with smut when she arrives in Paris pleasehdhdkdbsk thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Trouble in Paris (Kylian Mbappe x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, Jude being dramatic

Pt 1 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Masterlist

The shower is going off on the background as you lay comfortable on the big ass bed that your self-proclaimed boyfriend feels the need to have.

Your clothes have long since been on the floor, and after such activities and having shaky legs, you can only just lay as you scroll Tiktok, your tummy full of butterflies as you think of what will go down once he gets out from the shower.

Your phone rings, and you roll your eyes when you see the name on your screen, letting out a long sigh as you pick up.

"Where are you?" is the first think Jude asks, no greetings no nothing.

"What do you mean where I am?"

The water stops.

"I mean where you are? You haven't been around for days, your little brothers miss you, you know?"

"Well, I will make sure to pass by soon"

"Whatever you mean by soon? Come over now, we can watch a film or something"

"I can't"

"Why not?"

"I am not home"

"And where are you?"

"... Eating croissants?"

".... You can't be serious"

The door to the bathroom opens, the boy, the man, Kylian Mbappe coming out of it, his waist decorated with a towel only and chest wet with drops that make you want to lick them off him, he gives you a questioning look, raised eyebrow, you shrug your shoulders and he instantly knows it's your drama queen brother on the phone.

"You are in Paris?!"

"Yeah, well, I received a pretty good invitation, you know?"

"Is he there with you?"

"Right in front of me"

"Put me on speaker so that little French man can listen to what I have to say"

"Believe me, there is nothing little about him"

"First of all, ew. Second, I am so telling mum you told me obscene things, now put me on speaker" you comply "Hi, Kylian!"

"Hey, Jude, how you doing man?"

"Good until I learned you took my sister away to Paris"

"I told you I would be bringing her here"

"I just didn't think it would actually happen, you know? Supposed you would realise how annoying she actually is before she had the opportunity to go there"

"I still can hear you, you bastard"

"Another thing I will be telling mum you told me"

"Anything else, Jude" you ask, glaring at Kylian as he snickers at the sibling banter.

"Not really, just don't make me become an uncle just yet, Kyky"

"Asshat"

"I gotta go now, have to search for something else to do as my sister decided to abandone me for some French man"

The call is over, and it's just you and Kyky alone once more,

You glance at him with wide eyes, looking him up and down, hands inching to unwrap the towel that hides him from you. He must be a mind reader, as he lets the the piece of cloth drop to the ground, leaving him uncovered, all his glory for you to see, bouncing, thick cock standing high and tall, hard again pre cum coming out from his tip, basically calling for you to lick it off.

You are on your knees, mouth getting closer to him when his hand stops you, burying into your hair he gives you a cheeky look.

"I think all that happened earlier was already enough foreplay, sweetheart, I just need to fuck you now"

"Got clean just to get dirty again, you know?"

"Let's shower together next time"

He pushes you into the bed, your back comfortable on the soft mattress, legs wide open, he doesn't even have to touch you to realise how wet you are.

He crawls on top of you, cock pocking at your tummy, you head reaches down, thumb swipping over the tip, then licking the cum off it, he groans, lining up with your entrance, he doesn't take a moment to thrust into you.

His hips are fast against your from the go, hard, pounding, moving you with his strength up and down, the bed creaking as he lifts one of your legs up into his shoulder, he wants you wider, one hand going down to play with your clit.

This is no longer love making as before, this is pure and raw fucking, you both seeking out you releases and nothing more, wanting to blow off the sexual tension.

There are the sounds of skin slapping against each other, your moans, his guttural groans, you feel him fill you up perfectly, as if his cock was designed to pleasure you.

He leans down, lips meeting yours as you both are way too close to the edge, letting out your pleasure screams into his mouth.

His hips falter, you feel him throbing inside you, your nails digging into his back push him over the edge as he cums deep inside you, filling you up to the brim, this also making you reach your high as you let out a long moan.

Both of you are panting side by side, completely exhausted, tired, yet you both know the night is still far from over.

Minutes pass, and he turns to you with that cheeky smile of his, a special glint in his eye.

"Join me in the shower this time"

#mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe #mbappe #mbappe psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe smut #psg #paris st. germain #france national team #france nt #jude bellingham

[cherry-pop-elf]

Pretty Rain Cloud

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can he read as Platonic As Well, because Platonic love is valid AF!

You were in a horribly sour mood. You swore you would never smile again, and never be happy. No way. Of course, you make this vow to the likes of Fred and George. What were you thinking?

Warnings: Umbridge. She’s a warning in general/Set during Order Of The Phoniex: Slight blood, tending to wounds, intense stress, I mean it’s about Umbridge. You know what’s up

Writing Commissions Open

“Never ever ever again-!” You sniffled, as Fred was currently being your support. Letting you lean his head on his shoulder, as you two sat in The Room Of Requirement’s. Everyone busy with their Defense Practices, while George was busy cleaning the newly made scar on your hand. How it ached, and still burned. He tried to be as gentle as he could, but that toad knew how to make it hurt.

“Oh don’t go saying something like that-“ George would pipe up, as he wade sure your wound was clean. Having had plenty from Umbridge, let alone from the crazy life he lived in general. “We love your smile-“ Fred was quick to echo, as you would squeeze his hand. Since the pain of the fresh scar was so sharp.

“But you heard her. She said I was ‘Smiling To Much, And Distracting The Class’ and all that-!” You hiccuped, as George was finished with wrapping your hand. Being extra cheesy with kissing it. In the hopes you could smile again. To think, she would find a way to punish anyone wand everyone. You were wondering if she was just doing this to hurt Fred and George. Yet, it seemed like no one would escape her wrath. Not even Draco.

“Oh she hates that you actually have a pretty smile, and she doesn’t.” Fred tried to reason, as he rubbed your shoulder. Letting his older brother instincts take over. Doing whatever he could to help you. All the same with George, who remained at your feet. Holding that wounded hand, and feeling the pain throbbing into his own. How the white fabric was already growing a red tint.

“When that’s all healed up, gonna slather it in our latest invention. It’s a bruise removal puddy we got working on-“ George tried to cheer you up with, as Fred would pull out the tin. Inside was a shiny goop. Was rather similar to a glittery dark grey puddy. It did have you curious, but you refused to smile. As if those twins would quit that easy.

“How about this new candy we just made-“ George offered, as he pulled out another tin. Rattling it around. You were not budging. They loved a challenge anyway. They were older siblings, to Ron and Ginny. Harry as well, if anyone got technical with it. That boy was horribly traumatized, yet they could still get him to grin ear to ear. They won’t give up on you just like that. No sir.

“What about….” Fred hummed, as he looked around. They were inventors. Men that thought outside the box. They could figure this out. Those for eyes would scan the room, and watch as everyone would practice. Mastering the spells that she refused to teach. Seeing the dummy’s go flying had sparked an idea. The duo looked to each other, and just grinned.

“Up ya go-!” They said, before suddenly having their arms under each one of yours. Lifting you up, and making your legs kick and dangle. You were basically being kidnapped now. Those darn twins, and being stupidly tall. Along with strong. Even though Umbridge basically banned Quidditch, that didn’t stop the twins from practicing their beater skills.

“Where are we going-?” You asked, just accepting your fate. Better that way. You’ve seen what happened when people tried to escape. You knew you weren’t in actual danger. If you asked them to put you down, they would. They were pranksters, not monsters. Like how they made sure not to do pranks that involved books around Ginny, ever since the Snake Incident. Moral code, that just likes to bend a little bit.

“And here-!” Plopped down you went, with a brow raised. Just in front of one of the many test dummies the room held. Where was this going? Seemed everyone was now looking, fascinated at what the twins were planning. Ron was already grabbing your arm, and pulling you a solid five steps back. Ginny having mimicked the same action with Luna. Given she was spaced out a bit.

“Just five seconds-“ “-We know what we are doing-!” They spoke, which made everyone back up an extra large step. A mixture of curiosity, yet total anxiety at the same time. Just left to wondering what the ever living hell those two were doing, with the dummies right now. Casting quick spells, and working fast. In a blink, it was made clear.

“TA DA-!” They sung, as their ingenuity was unmatched. With some color changing spells, and some quick shifting of fabric, the dummies were turned into mock up dolls of the pink toad herself. “Not as ugly as her, but it gets the job done-!” They echoed, as they knocked on the dummies head. Having poorly done lipstick on. Given they had a little sister, and were basically the dorms collective older sibling, it was on purpose.

“HAVE AT IT-!” They chanted, before quickly ducking away. As if everyone was on edge to fire. They were, but you were able to have the first swing. A proud Flipendo Maxima was called by you, and that pink dummy went flying. Right into the wall, with a loud crumple, before being a crumpled up mess on the ground. You were just giggling in glee, as you did something you wish you could have to the real one.

“To easy-“ The twins snickered to each other, with such pride. Elbows to each other, before they were returning to your side. Watching as the other students would take advantage of this as well. All needing some serious stress relief from that hag. Everyone was able to gain some smiles, and you were included.

You could hardly recall you even dared made a promise like that around them. To never smile again. Maybe, deep inside, you knew what you were doing. That deep down you did deserve to smile. To spite that woman. No matter what your head said, you knew this. Never challenge a Weasley. Let alone the twins. They’ll make you smile, one way or another.

@george-weasleys-girl

#harry potter #Fred Weasley #George Weasley #Season Of Love #Season Of Love Event #hp #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #order of the phoenix #dolores umbridge #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #Fred and George #Weasley twins #hurt/comfort #x reader #WWW #Weasleys Wizard Wheezes #Weasley Wizard Wheezes #hp fanfic #valentines event #platonic x reader #professor umbridge #dolores jane umbridge #room of requirement #grumpy x sunshine #harry potter fanfiction #Weasleys #the weasleys #gn reader #reader insert

[ganseyth]

The Date

PREVIOUS PART | MASTERLIST | NEXT PART

Part: 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Length: 2.0k

Warnings: none

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Your face fell. 

You had known this would happen eventually but you hadn't been expecting it to happen tomorrow. 

You weren’t even sure how to feel. It wasn’t like you didn’t want your sister to be happy but you had hoped that this thing with her fiancé would fizzle out before things got serious. 

But apparently, that hadn’t been the case. 

You sighed and looked at them. “How is that going to work? I mean planning a wedding is hard work." 

Your sister shrugged looking at her fiancé. "His work said they could cover the expenses and all the last-minute details!"

"And you think that's a good idea? To be in Penguin's debt?" You asked your brother-in-law. 

He raised an eyebrow at you then smiled. "I don't think it's any of your concern," he began, "don't you want your sister to have the wedding of her dreams?"

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped yourself. He was right and yet it still felt wrong. You knew her happiness was important but to be in Penguins debt was not something to take lightly. 

Before you could voice your concerns again Jason spoke up.  

"She's just looking out for you guys," he told them. "Penguin is not someone to mess with."

"Yeah, we know that," your sister said. "But don't worry, our little mutual friend is making sure Penguin doesn't notice the expenses." 

 Your eyes widened. Mutual friend? She didn't mean your ex did she? The thought alone made you feel sick. 

Jason as if reading your thoughts wrapped his arm around your stomach from where you leaned against him. "So I take it this mutual friend will be coming to the wedding?" 

Your brother-in-law turned back to you smiling. "Do you object to the idea?"

"No," you answered quickly, feeling awkward about all this. In truth the thought of him being anywhere near you made you want to scream. But you knew no matter what you said he would still be coming. 

"Good," your sister said, "because he'll be here first thing in the morning." 

"Oh great," you said, pulling away from Jason to stand. "Well then I guess we should all get ready for bed if we have to get up early to plan," you said motioning to Jason, "Ready?" 

He stood too, taking hold of your hand and squeezing it. "Yep." 

"Great," you said, turning toward the stairs, "goodnight everybody." 

"Hey," your sister called and you stopped turning back to look at her, "this is going to be so much fun."

You nodded smiling despite wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and hide until the wedding was over. 

You quickly made your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom before Jason shut the door behind you. 

Once inside you sat down on the bed trying to process everything that just happened. After taking several deep breaths you forced yourself to look at Jason who had yet to say anything. 

"Do you think I'm a terrible sister?" you started cautiously, "I mean what kind of person doesn't want their sister to get married." 

"No." He shook his head. "I think you're a great sister for not wanting her to get married to that snake."

You blinked surprised by his words. "You do?"

"Yes," he replied, moving over to sit next to you on the bed. "The guy is a dick and his work will only bring about all kinds of trouble."

"And what am I going to do about my ex," you asked worriedly. Jason hadn't seemed to react to the news and you needed to know where he stood on the matter. 

He smiled gently, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. "Don't worry about him. If he tries anything I'll be right here to help you out. That is my job after all." 

How could you forget? You basically paid him for this exact situation. 

 He paused. "Besides I doubt the guy will try anything after taking one look at me."

He chuckled and you couldn't help giggling as well.

"Thank you," you told him sincerely. "I owe you big time." 

"Anytime," he said, squeezing your arm once more before getting off the bed to get ready to sleep. 

You watched in silence as he made his way back to the bed before going to get ready yourself. 

 As you made your way back to bed you watched as Jason slid himself into bed. You realized that his actions had become familiar to you. The way he kicked off the sheets before pulling the covers up to his waist and then turning around to adjust his pillows to lean against the headboard. You liked that you knew his routine. 

 It helped you relax.

He must have sensed you staring because he turned to look at you once more, smiling slightly. "You're staring." 

"Oh right," you whispered back, "sorry."  

You blushed embarrassed by your reaction. 

"Go to sleep," you added gesturing towards him with your hand.

He smirked at you before closing his eyes, still leaning against the headboard. "Ok."

You stared at him in disbelief. "What are you doing?" 

"Sleeping."

"Jay!” You exclaimed.

"Yes?" He replied, opening his eyes. 

"I meant to lay down and go to sleep," you protested. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, "I could tell you to do the same thing."

You groaned. "I won’t be able to sleep."

"I can help with that." He said, pushing himself upright. You looked at him with disbelief.

"How?" you questioned. 

He grinned at you before reaching forward to pull you down so you were lying underneath him. "Comfortable?" He asked. 

For a second you considered telling him no just to see what happened.  Then, remembering your current predicament you decided to look at his face, or more importantly his lips. 

As if knowing your eyes were on his mouth his smile widened as he leaned forward. 

"Go to bed." He whispered across your lips. 

Then he moved away from you, sliding back under the covers. A moment later he was turned on his side fast asleep. 

~ * ~

You woke to the sound of your mom making food downstairs. It felt like a normal Christmas morning as you smelt the sweet scent of cinnamon cocoa your mom always made on Christmas. Then you remembered the events of last night. 

Today was the day of the wedding. 

Your sister was getting married. 

Today. 

Your ex was coming. 

Your ex was going to meet Jason. 

You were going to see the one person you swore to never set eyes on again. 

Your hands gripped the comforter beneath you as you struggled with your emotions. You felt nauseous. 

You hated feeling so unsettled. It only proved that he still had some form of power over you. 

Sliding out of bed you made your way into the restroom to get ready. As you brushed your teeth you wondered what you would wear to the wedding. Your sister probably had some preference concerning color. 

You pulled your hair back into a ponytail and let your fingers run down your face as you chewed on your bottom lip anxiously.

You took a deep breath and exited the bathroom to find Jason sitting against the headboard. 

It was only then you remembered what had occurred between the two of you last night. It wasn't very fake boyfriend of him. 

"Sleep well?" you said, sending a knowing look to Jason. 

He glanced up at you smiling, not showing any remorse for his actions last night. "Like a babe." 

Now your cheeks grew red as you avoided his gaze. "I think we should ask Alfred to send that emergency jet he talked about on the phone," you suggested turning around to make your way to the closet.

You stopped in your tracks as Jason let out a laugh. 

"Did he really say that?"  He asked, grinning. 

You smiled. "Yes, and I'm very tempted to take him up on that offer."

"That sounds like him," he continued chuckling, "but we don't need to do that. Today will be fine." 

As he spoke you could feel yourself relax a little. Maybe today would be ok. At least you didn't have to take this on alone. 

With that last thought you pulled open the closet door and took a look at your clothing before turning back to Jason. 

"Can I wear one of your sweatshirts?" you asked innocently. "I think it would make today a whole lot better." 

"Sure." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm all for making your ex jealous today."

Turning around you went in search of a hoodie. Once finding a nice red one you picked it up along with a pair of your favorite leggings. Before heading back to the bathroom to change, you shot one glance at Jason who was scrolling through his phone. 

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you thought about him seeing you in his sweatshirt. You hurriedly changed, feeling more confident as the warmth of his giant hoodie covered you. 

 When you walked back into the room he looked up. His eyes swept slowly over you and for a second you swore there was a hint of hunger in his eyes. 

"I like that color on you," he said. 

"Thanks." You replied shyly, hoping he didn't see the blush making its way up your face. 

Jason got off the bed and made his way to the closet to grab what you assumed was the other hoodie he brought and some sweatpants.  

Giving you another stomach-turning smile he then made his way into the bathroom to get ready. 

Once again you found yourself wondering how the day was going to go and what you were going to say to your ex when you saw him.  

What did you even say to someone you once promised to love forever?

You snapped out of your thoughts when Jason exited the bathroom. 

A small grin grew on your face as you realized Jason was wearing a hoodie identical to the one you had on. "Wow Jay, if I didn't know any better I'd think you wanted us to match on purpose."

His cheeks colored at your remark before moving to open the door. 

You followed close behind him and closed the door behind you as you made your way down the stairs. 

"Good morning you two!" your mother called as she came into view with her arms full of Christmas donuts. 

Jason grinned. "Merry Christmas! Do you need help with anything?"

She chuckled as she took in your matching appearances. "No dear, I'm just about done setting the table." 

She began to walk towards the dining room while you followed closely behind. Before you could take a step further your mom stopped you just out of earshot of who you assumed was the rest of your family. 

"He's in there," she said, looking between the two of you. “I just wanted to let you know so you didn't go in blind," she insisted before adding softly, "I'm sorry honey." She said with a small frown. 

Your eyes widened. "Don't be mom. It's all in the past."

She nodded sadly before offering you a smile. "It's a good thing Jason's here." 

"I know," you replied, glancing over at him. "My knight in shining armor."

She chuckled lightly at your comment before nodding. "Well, I'll give you two a second." She said before disappearing into the dining room. 

You waited until you heard your mom announce the two of you would arrive shortly before turning to face Jason. You were surprised to feel tears making their way onto your face. 

However, Jason quickly wiped them away before wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"It's going to be ok," he whispered into your hair. 

You returned the embrace squeezing tightly into him. "Thank you."

He squeezed your arm before pulling away from you and nodding towards the dining room. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

You managed a weak smile. "I guess so."

He took your hand gently pulling you into the room where the rest of your family was waiting. 

You felt confident as you entered the room with Jason standing in front of you. However, it soon dissolved into unease as the first person you spotted was your ex who was sitting where Jason had sat last night.

As soon as he saw you, you tried to look away. 

However, his piercing eyes locked onto yours, causing you to shiver slightly.

"Hey beautiful," he called to you, causing you to freeze. "I'm so happy to see you again."

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[aeruia]

So for Tokyo revengers I was thinking of this idea where its a Fem! Y/n with short hair and who yk a little bit tall. She's very close to Emma, so one night they go to the shrine where the gang meets up and they think that this "guy" is bothering Emma so they attack him but, here's the thing, Y/n isn't aggressive so she fights back only when necessary, so she doesn't really fight back, she just dodges really well, until Emma blurts out it's a girl not even a guy. and their js like ...fr?

Y/n is calm and rarely loses her temper or show any signs of outbursts or nothing, she's very neutral. She's constantly getting mistaken for a "pretty boy".

That's only the beginning because later on the story, EMMA IS ACTUALLY BEING STALKED, BUT SHE DON'T KNOW. She encounters some dangerous situation (I'll leave those to you) but Y/n saves her every single time. so near the ending of the story, they were going another gang meeting to tell Mikey what's been going on, so he can put a stop to it. THEN Y/N GETS HER HEAD SMACKED, I MEAN SOMEONE REALLY BOPS HER ASS and knocks her out. BUT, someone ( I was thinking mitsuyai) find her passed out near some random grassy area BUT SHE'S ALONE. EMMA GOT SNATCHED. So when Y/n wakes up and finds herself in the shrine (Mitsuya carried her there) AND EMMA IS NO WHERE TO BE FIND. SHE FLIPS THE FUCK OUT.

So lets js jump to Emma's POVS after she got snatched, so to summarize it basically, Emma accidently witnessed a murder crime and she's the only one that has proof (like a selfie or sum picture) but she doesn't realize it. SO THE KILLER GOES OUT FOR HER BEFORE SHE CAN REALIZE AND GO TO THE POLICE. so yeah,

Now this can't end like this, OBVIOUSLY

Y/n ends up finding where Emma is, so she goes by herself and BUSTS UP IN THERE AND BEATS HIM UP, Im talm about some real ass beating, like Y/n loses her calm nature. and Y/n saves Emma. So after, Y/n feels hella guilty bcs she couldn't keep Emma safe, and then Mitsuya comforts her and they kiss in the end.

we need more badass Y/n tbh w you bruh.

↻. TOKYO REVENGERS

↻. SAFETY

the ask is the summary :3

pairing/s : mitsuya x fem!reader (implied)

warning/s : mention of kidnapping, knives, about murder (?), not proofread !!

word count : 3,014

note : this took me long and i think all of my brain juice is gone /j i might probably post another one if i finished it :3 and also i kinda rushed this 🙁 I can't think of a title and my friend helped me w/ it !

you were just casually hanging out with emma near the river as you kick rocks while emma tells you about the gang her brother has. she tells you everything about it and how it was made. it really piqued your interest since you really love it when you discover new things about emma and her siblings.

emma was your very close friend, you two are inseparable, she was the bestfriend that you could ever ask for. she's always there for you whenever you need her and you're grateful for that of course, you pay her back by being there whenever she needs you too. you and emma always got each other's back.

“ oh i also almost forgot to tell you the gang will be gathering in the shrine tonight, you wanna come with me? ” you stopped kicking the rock you have been kicking as you looked at emma with your eyebrow raised. “ you don't have someone to come with you? ” you asked, emma’s shoulder dropping as a frown came into her face.

“ you don't wanna come with me? ” her question made you laugh as you put your hands on your hips. “ i’m coming with you, i can't leave you walking alone or something might happen to you. ” you answered her as she just smiled in reply.

the night arrives and someone knocks on your apartment, opening the door to see emma standing there ready to go when you're still not even ready. your hair disheveled, clothes still those comfortable shirts you always wear whenever you only stay at home.

“oh, you’re early. give me one minute” the [h/c] haired girl said and smiled quickly closing the door making emma sigh. “ you always do this, [y/n]! ” she shouted as she patiently waited for you to get out of your apartment.

you closed the door of your apartment and locked it double checking if it's actually locked. you can't risk losing another thing from your apartment.

“ finally, took you long enough and you're just wearing the outfit you had when we were hanging out earlier this afternoon.. ” she said and blinked as you just laughed.

the walk from the shrine didn't take that long but you were tired from walking as you whine about how the walk was so long and that you feel you're gonna collapse every time you take a step.

emma dismisses your exaggerated complaints and goes to where the gang is. everyone noticed that emma was walking towards them as they were about to wave at her when they noticed someone was following her, thinking that it was a guy bothering her again.

they quickly took action, of course. draken quickly pulling emma away, making you lift your head up and seeing that the members were about to launch at you, making your eyes wide like they have seen something they shouldn't have. your first instinct was to look for emma and you saw her with a tall man. he was hugging her but you couldn't careless at least she's not here.

the members were throwing punches and kicks at you, making you dodge all of them one by one. you were only dodging the attacks they throw at your way, blocking some of them if necessary.

emma was still a bit shock when draken had pulled her close to him as she needed to blink a few times before actually seeing the scene in front of her. she blinked a few times again to see if she's actually seeing was real.

the guys were trying to beat your ass up but here you are just avoiding and blocking their attacks as she remained from her position stunned. “ you know him? ” draken asked as emma looked at him with a confused look.

“ what? him? ” she asked in confusion. ” yeah, him. ” draken answered back making emma put her lips into a thin line.

“ she's a girl. ” she blurted loudly enough for the members to hear. as they freezed in there spot and slowly turned their heads to look at emma. “ she's a girl..? ” they all said in unison as emma could completely hear the confusion in their voices.

emma nodded. “ yeah, a girl.. i would never bring a man in here. ” she answered. “ what? i don't see a girl, i’m seeing a boy with feminine features here. ” a black haired boy said with sassiness, his eyebrows furrowed.

that made you raised your eyebrows and chuckle by how sassy his voice sounds.

“... yeah, stop talking now baji or you might embarrass yourself.. ” a blonde boy whispered at his bestfriend earning a smack from the head making him wince.

“ remember someone mistook you as a girl? yeah, you don't have a say in this. ” he said making him remember that someone had mistaken him as a girl once too. baji’s face turned into annoyance, smacking him in the head again as the two started bickering at each other, emma pulling you away from the group of guys sighing in relief.

“ thank god, i thought i would be dead by now. ” you said as you wiped fake tears from your eyes making emma roll her eyes. “ you always exaggerated those things! ” making you laugh when she said that.

everything went well except for when they tried to beat you up.. they apologise and that's enough for you knowing people mistake you as a boy well a pretty boy when they look at your face. sometimes people even doubt that you weren't a girl.

“ aren't they nice? ” emma strikes a conversation with you while you two walk back into your apartment. you shrugged your shoulders and nodded a bit. “ i guess? i still can't move on to the fact they tried to beat me up ” you said, slouching making emma snort as emma bid you a farewell when you both reached your apartment’s door as she walked away to go home.

you felt bad for making emma walk you from your apartment and making her walk alone in the night. you could've let her stay in your apartment for just the night but her stubborness isn't one to fight. she will keep insisting on going home alone that you caved in and let her walk you home.

opening the door from your apartment as it made a little sound but you closed it again as you looked back and shouted “ text me when you get home! ” as emma just gave you a thumbs up making you put your lips into a thin line and shrug, going inside quickly laying on the couch not even bothering to take your shoes off.

it's been a few weeks since the last gathering at the shrine and noticing emma has been looking pretty tired lately. ever since you and emma hang out with a few people around some bad thing happens, luckily you know how to defend for a little bit and buy some time for both of you to leave.

you asked emma about this but she had no idea what's going on too. “ you really didn't tell anyone that you're getting stalked? ” the [h/c] colored girl said as she put her lips into a thin line. ” yeah… but hey! i just told you? ” she said and smiled awkwardly at you making you facepalm as you can't help but sigh.

“be thankful i always tag along with you..” she mumbled and huffs, making emma stifle a giggle as you think of how to tell her brother mikey.

after that you couldn't help but keep thinking about what emma just said to you. there’s not many people in the park, no families, friends or kids playing in the wide park. only a few couples here and there having cute or sweet picnics in some areas.

emma stopped in front of a bench as she sat there, patting the left side of the bench signaling for you to sit so you did. “ this week is tiring! ” emma said as she sighed loudly, leaning back to rest her back on the bench. you can't blame her for saying that since she had been getting followed by some creeps.

“ it really is, you want some ice cream so your day isn't that bad? ”the [h/c] girl said as the wind blew, their hair swaying from the wind as emma nodded. “ ice cream can solve anything for us, so, yes i want ice cream. ”

laughing at her reply as you stand up from the bench, putting your hands in your jacket’s pocket. “ alright, i will buy some ice cream for us, you can rest there just wait for me. ” you said as emma thanked you.

you thanked the vendor as you gave her the money, walking away with two ice cream in hand as you tried to walk faster to not make the ice cream melt further.

“ one little bit of melted ice cream for you! ” you said and smiled sweetly at her, her ice cream kind of melted and got some on your hand. emma's yellow eyes look at the ice cream and on your face back and forth before accepting the ice cream.

“ you should wash your hand first. ” emma suggested making you agree as you left her again on the bench, going into the nearest bathroom to wash your hand.

you hummed, finished washing your hands as you shake your hands to dry it before leaving the bathroom.

you heard a scream, not the scream someone would do if they are playing tag freeze or something, your eyes widened the one who just screamed was familiar. it was emma! you were taking your sweet time in the bathroom washing your hands completely forgetting about emma being alone.

luck wasn't on your side today. where emma was sitting there's not that many people when you left and they had probably left the park. the only thought you have was you hoped she was safe back to where she was sitting but you couldn't see the familiar honey blonde hair you always see.

frantically looking around scanning your surroundings carefully. still not seeing your best friend. you were about to run to tell mikey but someone hit you in the head hard enough for you to get knocked out.

you let out a grunt as you did your best to look back to see whoever it was but as soon as you were about to look back your eyes felt droopy as you couldn't help but close them as you fell from the grass.

mitsuya was out in the park, walking to relax for a bit when he was nearing a certain field he could make out a figure laying on the ground as if unconscious. he was concerned for whoever was that as he quickly walked faster than before to check it out.

his eyes widened when he saw a familiar short haired girl. he was thinking that maybe you fell asleep here but emma was nowhere to be seen. that made him more worried as he quickly picked you up with ease. luckily mikey’s house was a bit near the park. (just imagine it 😞)

gently placing you down on the couch as mikey looked confused as to why you were unconscious in the park. “ did something happen? “ was the first thing that came out of his head when he saw you.

” what happened? ” mikey asked the lilac haired boy as he took a deep breath before answering him. “ i don't know, i was just strolling through the park when i saw her and emma wasn't with her. ” he couldn't believe what mitsuya told him as he looked at him “ what? what do you mean? “ he asked again, trying to see if he didn't just misheard him.

mitsuya sighed and explained everything to mikey hoping he understood since mikey just kept nodding his head when he was talking, thinking he's trying to process all of it. “ let’s wait for [name] to wake up then she can tell us everything. ” mitsuya nodded as he removed a few strands of your hair away from your face.

a few minutes later, you started to move as you squinted before opening your eyes. still feeling a bit of pain in the back of your head where you got hit by a metal or something. you groaned as you sit up, rubbing your forehead as if to lessen the headache you were feeling. a shadow covered the light was passing through the entrance as you looked up to see mitsuya and mikey standing.

“ hold up.. since when did i get here? ” you asked, completely confused as mitsuya chuckle. “ i carried you here since you were unconscious in the middle of the park and I didn't see emma around. where is she? ” the question completely made you sigh in disappointment.

you can't really hold it a secret now since emma is missing, you don't where she is so you told mikey and mitsuya about emma’s situation in the past week. noticing the change of mood and the silence was too awkward when you finished telling them.

“ i’ll find her. “ you said seriously, standing up to start searching for emma but mitsuya stopped you. “ be careful, alright? we'll tell the gang about this ” nodding at his words as you waved them goodbye before starting to search everywhere.

they probably hadn't hide somewhere far since you didn't notice any bikes or vehicles. that's when some randoms started talking about an abandoned house near the river and that there's probably dangerous people staying there.

[name] raised and eyebrow as she thanked them in her mind before running towards the opposite direction where you and emma would always hang out. that's supposed to be where they held emma captive. you were always curious about the abandoned house there but emma would always tell you to don't mind it so you didn't.

the place wasn't that heavily guarded since you're in front of the door in no time. taking a deep breath as you kicked the door open knowing that if you just knocked and tried to talk politely they wouldn't open it and just escape.

and there it was, you saw your best friend tied into a chair as you can't help but feel happy that she isn't hurt or there are wounds in her.

“ not so fast. ” someone said, throwing a knife directly at you making you dodge and backed away from emma not wanting for her to get involved. ” ah, you're that murderer huh. you're not good at it. ” you said putting a hand on your hip.

the murderer just raised an eyebrow and laugh. ” that's funny for you to say. i guess you're looking for a death wish here? ” that made you laugh out loud as you shook your head. “ you're the one wishing for death here. “ the [hair color] haired girl said with venom.

she felt angry but she doesn't know why. iko ( the murderer’s name let's just say that so I won't keep repeating the same words.. ) launches towards her as [name] tries to predict what will be his move. he wasn't even trying to hide what he's about to do as he grabbed a pocket knife from his pocket and runs pointing it at her.

it was pretty predictable, making you just stand there, jumping if he was too close before kicking him on the back while he fell on the ground, sliding a bit before [name] started beating him up, punching him here and there or even kicking him.

letting out a sigh as she stopped when she feels that he won't stand up as she walks from where emma was tied up and unties the ropes easily, emma hugging her tightly.

you hoped that the cops will be coming in this house or else, he might be on the loose again.

“ i’m glad you're alright!! “ emma said as the [hair color] haired girl raised an eyebrow as if she wasn't just the one who got kidnapped. “ girl, what? you're the one getting kidnapped here. ” emma laughed and released the hug as she smiled.

you both left that abandoned house as if nothing had happened there, quickly going back to their house, mikey sitting on the entrance looking like he was waiting for someone to arrive. you and emma weren't even that near in the house but mikey was outside quickly.

“ emma! ” mikey said, his voice filled with relief when he saw you with his sibling by your side. emma quickly runs into mikey’s arm hugging him tightly as a familiar lilac haired appeared behind mikey as he made his way to you.

“ we’re gonna let you two have time. ” mitsuya said as he grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his, his thumb rubbing at the back of your hand.

mitsuya drived to the beach as he dragged you in the sands, never letting your hand go as he sat on the sand while you did the same, leaning your head on his shoulder.

” i know it has been bothering you, tell me all about it. ” he said, as you sighed. you can't really hide what you're feeling when you're around him. he can read you like a book.

“ it's not bothering me. i could have kept her safe but i didn't even did that. it was a simple thing but i can't even do it properly. ” she explained, making mitsuya nod, feeling his head move up and down.

“ look at me, ” he said, making you sit straight back up and look at him. he was already looking at you. “ don’t worry about it, what's important is that emma is now safe. ” he added, you were about to say something but he stopped when he suddenly kissed you. it wasn't that long kiss but it felt long to you since you were taken a back.

he laughs at your cute reaction as he pinches your cheeks. “ you're so cute, you know that? ” you pouted at what he said as he just kept laughing.

maybe he was right, you should think too much about it now that emma is now safe.

04.09.24 // ©aeruai

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[natequarter]

you wonder why the scots were so unstable, then you look at their monarchy and realise they had seven child monarchs in a row. oh your king's a twelve-year-old? that sucks. what, he's been assassinated? huh! good thing his heir-- HE'S SIX? good thing he isn't going to die a ridiculous death like getting blown up by a cannon any time soon! BUT NOT FOR LONG! what, he was actually blown up by a cannon? wow. anyway, we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a nine-year-old. that won't go wrong! OR SO WE THOUGHT! well, at least it wasn't a cannon that took him out this time, just a little bit of rebellion and war. and we're leaving the throne in the capable hands of a competent and popular ruler.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! this idiot gets absolutely wrecked at the hands of the english. and by wrecked, i mean killed. great news for henry viii, terrible news for little one-year-old jamie (his nephew, i should point out), a.k.a. your highness, and fifth in a long line of idiots called james. (you'd think they'd learn to pick another name.) things work out eventually, right up until henry viii's lot come back onto the scene and get into a bunch of fights with the scots. unbelievably, things are about to get so much worse. in a real smart move, james dies at the grand old age of thirty. (i feel the need to point out that none of these jameses lived past the age of forty-two. and that's being generous.)

enter mary. she's catholic! she's not called james! she's the queen of scotland! and guess how old she is? six days! yes, you heard that right - six days. (and you thought six years was bad.) she's eventually whisked away to live in france and later marry the dauphin, handily solving the problem of the english trying to kidnap her and marry her off to edward vi. (she's five at this point. edward is ten. françois, the dauphin, is three. don't think too hard about any of that.)

they grow up. edward dies at fifteen. mary i, best known for her fondness for barbecues, dies five years later. françois, sensing a trend, dies two years after that at sixteen. mary returns to scotland, and all is well.

OR SO WE THOUGHT! whilst england was busy being torn apart by religious matters, scotland was busy being torn apart by religious matters. (you'll never guess what's happening in france.) mary, of course, is a devout catholic. some of the scots, who have spent twelve years without a monarch, let alone a catholic girl raised in france, are... not. rebellions! political instability! back to the status quo, basically. john knox is not happy, but when is he ever? elizabeth i kindly tries to help things by sending her bestie robert dudley (yes, that robert) to marry mary. this, unsurprisingly, does not go down well. fortunately, mary solves all these problems by creating a new one: she marries her half-cousin, henry lord darnley! yuck! i mean, yay! more rebellion (led by mary's half-brother)! henry turns on mary because he wants more power! he allies with the protestant lords, and they stab mary's private secretary to death in front of her whilst she's pregnant! the usual.

BUT NOT FOR LONG! mary and henry escape, they have a lovely little son called james (they still hadn't learn their lesson about scottish jameses), and they all live happily ever after until henry's house is blown up and he's found smothered outside in broad daylight. suspects include: everyone in scotland. but mostly lord bothwell, who proceeds to kidnap mary and marry her. now, you may struggle to believe this, but things go downhill from here. mary is eventually forced to abdicate, and flees to england. bothwell is imprisoned in denmark, and later goes insane. as for james, now the one-year-old james vi (anyone sensing a pattern here?), well, he's probably too busy learning to speak to care. because, you know, he's one. some people never learn.

from this point onwards, mary's kept under house arrest by elizabeth i. in a display of gratitude towards elizabeth, mary promptly spends the rest of her life plotting against her. or being involved in plots. in the meantime, james's regent, also called james stewart (mary's aforementioned half-brother; the name is cursed), earns the dubious honour of being the first head of government to be assassinated with a firearm. eventually, after mary, that virtuous angel, actively tries to kill elizabeth, elizabeth gets fed up and drops a sword on mary's neck. james, who last saw his mother at the age of zero years old, must have been devastated.

you all know what happened next: elizabeth died at the grand old age of sixty-nine, and james inherited the throne. thus followed decades of religious instability, parliamentary infighting, and stubborn monarchs who refused to listen to reason, which were surely new to the elizabethans. james, who was what is commonly known these days as a "hot mess" or "bisexual disaster" - don't quote me on that - was nearly blown up in a plot masterminded by a guy called tosser. sorry, i mean a tosser called guy. he also pissed everyone off by being a bit too buddy-buddy with several men, possibly lovers. (probably lovers.) that was not the end of the curse of james stewart (see: james ii of england), but it did at least put an end to mary queen of scots. oh, and england and scotland were united. that too. cue much chaos with a man you've probably heard of, named oliver cromwell... the rest is history. i mean, all of this is history, but you know what i mean.

and that's the story of why having seven child monarchs in a row is a really fucking bad idea!

#historyposting

[st4rgzer]

Could you do like a Nate fic where they meet him for the first time? like shes is friends with the triplets and they introduce her to him for the first time. they hit it off and like flirt all night.

THE START OF SOMETHING (nathan doe)

summary: Nathan’s first time meeting you

genre: fluuuufff

cw: nothing

a/n: thanks for the request! i have loads more ideas so keep them coming :)

i’d met the triplets about 4 months ago, since then we’ve clicked almost immediately, being both influencers, we shared our opinions, shared music taste, and ever since then, i’ve hung out with them nearly every day. Two weeks ago they said their friend Nate was coming over, he finally was able to book a flight to LA and was arriving there next week. So I had about a week to stalk him. No, I’m kidding, but, I found his instagram, first of all, he looks like a puppy, and he plays hockey? how come the guys didn’t introduce me earlier.

After and hour of finding out some basic facts about him, my nerves eased up, given the awkward conversation i’d now know to avoid. So I waited a week, the triplets shared more stories of them with him as kids, it was heartwarming really.

At 3 pm, Matt and Chris went to the airport to pick him up while I stayed with Nick, preparing some snacks, and really just making everything welcoming for his arrival, after all, 5 hours on a plane is a lot, and he must be jet lagged, and if he’s anything like the triplets, he will be.

As the door swung open, I straightened my back and my face grew lighter with a smile, they boys were talking with him, Nick greeted him and Nate was left wondering who I was.

“hi- who’s this?” he acknowledged me with a grin before turning to the three brothers.

“im y/n, i’ve known the triplets for a bit now, nice to meet you” I said with a smile, I was normally very awkward when meeting new people and starting conversations, but somehow I felt a bit more comfortable talking with him.

“ohh nice, good to meet ‘ya” he said, flashing a smile at me. His distinct Bostonian accent was indeed much more prominent than the triplet’s, it made me want to giggle at every word he said. I nodded with a sheepish smile as the guys sat dispersed on the sofa, Nate being beside me. The conversation flowed, the four of them started catching on everything since they had last seen each other, it was nice to see, just nice people talking and sharing, my eyes seemed to land on Nate more then i’d like.

“so, y/n, where d’ya meet the triplets? hard to think these guys have any sort of skill in meeting pretty women, let alone find someone to stand them” he laughed with a silly grin, proud of his casual flirting, I laughed as well, that didn’t mean my face wasn’t flushed, I somehow thought he was being half serious.

“thank you” i sad eloquently “and we met at one of those influencer events, and somehow i’m now in their living room” I laughed, pursing my lips together to suppress another smile, he asked me more about myself, then the triplets did.

“well Nate, did you know she’s single…?” Chris said with his hands together in a scheming manner, I rolled my eyes on response, while Nate raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“no, I didn’t know that, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then” he said, beaming a smile that I could easily melt at then and there. I looked down to hide the subtle maroon blush creeping up on me. He didn’t push it, seeing as I already had enough for the time being. The conversation flowed as regular, I chimed in time to time but not much, I learnt a lot more about Nate, like how he loves loves dogs, also, how he’s a literal cinnamon roll compared to how Chris acts.

We decided to go to Mcdonald’s for dinner, given that almost everything was already closed. Chris got in the drivers seat with Matt and Nick, Nate, and I, sat in the back.

“hey whats ‘ya number by the way?” he asked, pulling out his phone “or instagram, whatever works better” he said with a grin. I laughed and pulled out my phone to hand him my phone so he could put in his number and he handed me his, I saved my number as, “y/n🤭🫂” I thought it was cute, I smiled and rolled my eyes as I saw how he saved his on my phone, “future bf”, I think it’s safe to say both of us were not thinking of changing either names any time soon.

As we drove into the Mcdonald’s drive thru, Matt took our orders and drove to the second window, when we got our food, we were “supposed” to save it for when we got home, but all of us started eating regardless.

Nate tried to steal some of my fries, I flicked his hand away and he dramatically held his hand in pain “greedy much?” he joked, laughing when he couldn’t contain it anymore, Chris and Nick exchanged the same look, rolling their eyes, already predicting what was bound to happen between the two of us.

As the night comes to an end, I have to get back to my house, Nate tried not to look disappointed as I said my goodbyes, I hugged the triplets and arranged for us to meet up tomorrow.

“but like, do you have to go, i mean, do they not have extra sleeping arrangements with this big of a house?” he said with a head tilt, groaning at the negative response

“clingy much?” I said with a grin before waving goodbye again, laughing before closing the door and walking to my car, as I turned around I saw Nate waving goodby, I burst out laughing and struggled to unlock my car. As soon as i got home, I texted Nate.

“just got home, night, sleep well :)”

Maybe this could be the start of something

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @iha8you @gabbylovesreading @slaysturniolo @sturniolol @sturniololoverr @ifilwtmfc @ssturniolo @stvrniolo

a/n: sorry if its short, I had to write it directly on tumblr cause I can’t copy paste so i really cba😭🙏

#nathan doe #sturniolo triplets #nathan doe fanfic

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

based on what little we know what do you think the rest of Bro zone's childhoods were like?

I know we know next to nothing about this other than the parents were out of the picture by the time Branch was a baby meaning they'd have had to have either died or left maybe 2 to 3 years at most prior to the band breakup.

so yeah based on nothing but your own HC what do you think the other Bro zone members childhoods were like?

as Branch really kinda Drew the short straw being born last with such an age gap between him and the others meaning they all mostly grew up together.

and presumably with their parents as well and didn't break up with each other until they were all teenagers.

whereas Branch's childhood was entirely separate due to the age gap so he was just a baby when their parents left the picture and when the family broke up and was just a little kid when their Grandma died.

and of course Grew up alone Hiding in his Bunker most of the time and avoiding other people.

so it makes me wonder what the other Brothers childhoods were like in comparison?

like if this ever happens to get brought up in conversation in the future it could either be that their childhood experiences were wholly different to Branch's in a good way.

making things a tad awkward as they all have these fond memories of each other and of their parents from when they were children and most of what Branch remembers from his childhood is either just him and Grandma or just him on his own Hiding away.

or the other option is that Bro zone's childhood was actually Different in a bad way like maybe their parents were straight up crappy selfish people who neglected and mistreated them.

leaving it mostly up to Grandma to Raise the kids and of course JD when he got old enough so they basically had to play the parent Role to the others even years before the parents actually left the picture.

and this actually in a weird way gives Branch something to Bond over and Relate to with his older Bros aka crappy experiences lol.

they all realise their family has always been pretty Broken and crappy Right from the start and in a way they themselves followed in their parents footsteps.

by running away from Responsibility when things got Hard but they all make a promise to each other to stop that and that no matter what happens they all won't give up and leave the Family.

IDK just an idea I had when thinking about Branch's Differing experiences to his Brothers what would you like to be the case in Regards to the other members of Bro zone's childhoods?

#trolls #trolls branch #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #trolls brozone #branch #branch trolls #brozone #trolls 3 #Trolls #Trolls Branch #trolls branch angst #trolls bro zone angst #Trolls Bro zone #Trolls Brozone

[scoobydoodean]

SAM: What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous. TRAVIS: What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you? SAM :What? No. No, I-I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't. DEAN: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness. He looks over at SAM DEAN: It is. SAM: Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step. DEAN: Really? SAM: See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform. DEAN: So what? Go vegan, stay human? SAM: Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not... DEAN: Long pig. SAM: Right. DEAN smiles a little, TRAVIS is just sitting next to him, having watched and listened to SAM about this under silence.

This is an interesting scene in 4.04 Metamorphosis to me. Sam just kind of bursts in with "Thanks for including us in this hunt you've been involved with for 30 years, but I think we should ditch your plan, Travis!" It's easy to see how an older, more experienced hunter is going to chafe at Sam assuming he knows things about the lore that Travis doesn't when Sam just learned what a rougarou is that day. The potential to create tension with Travis is normally something Sam would have assessed beforehand. He might have pulled Dean aside to talk to him about what he's found alone first so Dean is prepared to have his back in talking to Travis about giving Jack a chance. Here though, Sam gives Dean no heads up, and yet Dean instantly assesses and adapts, working to calm rising hackles by injecting humor into the conversation as Sam flounders. He quickly smooths things over for his brother, casting him as a passionate researcher, with a little teasing thrown in to remind Travis that they're all friends—they're all buddies here—no need to take offense. "We're all having a good time! Remember when we learned the term "long pig" earlier?" Dean continues the scene by easily taking Sam's side while also raising his eyebrows and nodding along with Travis's points. It ends up barely coming off like there's any tension at all because of Dean! Because Dean very effectively plays up an attitude where there are not any sides at all and he is just adjusting to everything he's learning (and so is Sam!) They're all just having an amicable discussion—nothing for Travis or Sam to get mad at each other about!

#pk rewatches spn number ? #my smart bby #4.04 #what? i read: people edition #season 4 #the flannel business

[enid-rhees]

hihi! could you write a rosita x reader and the reader is a really anxious person so if she ever gets into arguments with people she usually just lets them “win” and rosita defends them. but one day she gets into a argument with spencer about the way rick is running things and what not (reader being ricks #1 supporter bc YES??) and when rosita goes to defend the reader and stand up for her after spencer says something insulting, the reader actually stands up for herself and tells spencer off basically. and rosita the whole time is just smirking and proud of her girlfriend for saying something and not letting him talk shit LMFAO

and then when rosita and reader are alone shes just telling her how proud she is of reader bc she’s just the best <33

i hope this makes sense and has enough details and all that. if you don’t feel comfortable writing this then no worries!! :)) thank you so much!

hi anon !! tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy <3 and YES we fucking love Rick in this house.

warnings: slight misogyny

A/N: hope you all enjoy! if you’d like to request, read pinned!

upon arriving in Alexandria, there were rules you had to follow. with being on the road for so long, some of your group had trouble getting used to them.

some of these rules had made you feel a bit odd, but you kept it to yourself. you didn’t want to cause trouble with anyone, especially Deanna and her sons. you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand up for yourself against them.

you had just gone out on a run with Rick and Glenn, along with Spencer and Aiden. it was the first time ever doing it with people neither of you fully trusted, and it of course didn’t end very well.

Spencer pushed you out of the way to get in Rick’s face. you stumbled back, but you were immediately grabbed onto by Rosita. “what the hell were you thinking out there?!” Spencer yelled.

Rick squinted his eyes, his head tilting to the side a bit. “what the hell was i thinking? i was doing what we always do. get what we need and get out.” Rick said back.

“what you did back there is not how we do things around here.” Spencer argued. “i don’t care what you did out there before coming here, but we don’t do that here.”

“why the fuck does it matter?” you blurted out. “we got what you needed. that’s all that fucking matters. get over yourself. Rick was doing his job, like you should have been doing.”

Spencer turned to you and scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “i don’t even know why you came with. a woman like you isn’t suitable for shit like this.”

your eyebrows raised as you stared back at him. “excuse me?” Rosita said to him. “a woman like-“ you put a hand on her shoulder, making her stop talking.

“a woman like me, huh?” you asked, a laugh escaping your throat. “let me tell you something, Spencer. i’ve seen shit that you can’t even fathom imagining. i know what the fuck i’m doing out there and always have. just because i’m a little quiet doesn’t mean i won’t fucking tear you apart if i have to. i’m sorry that you and your weak ass brother aren’t like us. truly. so how about you shut the fuck up about the way we do things so we can keep your sorry asses alive.”

your chest rose and fell quickly as you both stared at each other. you had no idea where all of that came from, and you were quite shocked by yourself. your intense glare didn’t falter, and he eventually walked away from you.

you turned to Rosita, who had a smirk on her face. a breathy laugh left your lips, “lets go home.” Rosita said, taking your hand and pulling you with her.

once the two of you made it into your bedroom, you slipped off your blood-stained shirt, throwing it into the corner of the room. you dug through the dresser, pulling out one of Rosita’s clean shirts.

after you put on a new pair of shorts, you felt Rosita wrap her arms around you from behind. she laid her head on your shoulder, “that was fucking incredible of you, by the way.” she told you.

you smiled, “thank you, Ro. i don’t even know where it came from. he just… pissed me off.” you said.

“i’m so proud of you, Y/N. seriously.” Rosita pressed a kiss to your neck, lingering her lips there for a moment. you turned around in her arms so you could now face her.

those words repeated in your head. Rosita knew best that you struggled with confrontation, or any conflict in general. it definitely wasn’t your strong suit, and it always ended with Rosita defending you. and you loved it, but sometimes you just felt helpless because of it.

“thank you,” you said quietly. your lips connected, Rosita held your waist tightly, keeping you pressed up against her. “i love you. so much.” she whispered against your lips. “so, so proud of you.”

you smiled against her, “i love you too.”

#rosita espinosa #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rosita x reader #twd rosita #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

[cherryrainn]

Can we have some more TMNT 14/16 ver. With lil sister reader that was raised by shredded.

Basically reader has constant nightmares about shredded torturing them, she mostly wakes up screaming and having an anxiety attack. Whenever she does something wrong they start nervously apologizing immediately.

Basically they're still recovering from all the abuse she went through and she needs her big bros to help her.

You're the best.

TOGETHER .

; pairing ; tmnt & sister raised by shredder! reader (platonic)

; note ; thank you for your request!

; warnings ; mentions of past trauma, nightmares

the dimly lit lair was filled with the soft glow of the tv, casting long shadows across the room as the turtles lounged around after a long day of training. suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the peace, echoing through the underground hideout.

"whoa, what was that?" mikey exclaimed, jumping to his feet in alarm.

leo's expression darkened as he recognized the familiar sound. "it's y/n again. she's having nightmares."

raph cursed under his breath, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "i'll go check on her."

the four rushed to the source of the scream, finding you, their little sister curled up in your bed, tears streaming down your face as you gasped for breath. your entire body trembled with fear, the remnants of a nightmare still clinging to you like a suffocating cloak.

"hey, it's okay. you're safe now," raph murmured, gently shaking your shoulder.

you blinked up at him, eyes wide with terror. "i… i'm sorry. i didn't mean to wake you guys up."

donnie knelt beside your bed, offering a reassuring smile. "no need to apologize. we were awake anyway."

leo wrapped you in a comforting embrace, his voice soft but firm. "you know you can talk to us, right? we're family."

you nodded, burying your face in leo's shoulder as you struggled to calm your racing heart. "i… i just can't stop thinking about him."

raph clenched his fists, a fierce anger burning in his eyes. "he's gone now. you don't have to be afraid anymore."

but the scars of your past ran deep, haunting you even in the safety of their lair. you knew you was safe with your brothers by your side, but the memories of shredder lingered like a persistent shadow.

the following morning, the lair was filled with the sound of laughter as the turtles gathered around the kitchen table for breakfast (which was pizza). despite the lingering traces of the night's events, there was a sense of camaraderie and warmth that filled the air.

"hey, sleepyhead, how are ya feelin'?" mikey asked, grinning as he passed a plate of pizza to his little sister.

you offered him a small smile, still feeling the weight of exhaustion from the restless night. "better, i guess. thanks for checking on me."

raph ruffled your hair affectionately, a rare display of tenderness from the usually gruff turtle. "jus' remember, yer not alone in this."

#TMNT #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #sibling reader #platonic

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part seventeen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Blood, gore, murder, death, trauma, family trauma, fighting, arguments, all the fun stuff!

Part sixteen Part eighteen

Tag list: @esposadomd

Basically, this is the most heart wrenching episode yet, and I pity all of you for having to read this.

Eris was just standing next to me, unable to speak.

Tears started to stream down my face.

Tamlin wasn’t a great person, but…

But no one deserved what she had done to him.  To him, and to poor poor Lucian.

Just because there is life after death, doesn’t mean death is nothing.  It’s painful, and will stay with you forever.

And this hadn’t been a quick death.  Tamlin had been pinned to his throne with daggers, half in his beast form and half skinned.

Lucian had been taken apart, piece by piece.

His metal eye was placed in the middle of the room, covered in blood and glistening in the setting sun.

I take a deep breath, and start walking over to their mangled corpses.  

“Y/N-”  Eris croaked out, pain in his voice.

“They deserve a proper burial.  We can’t leave them like… this.”  the words come out far more strangled and pained than I would have liked.

I started trying to take the daggers out, but Eris’s hands landed on my shoulders, gently turning me away.

My hands were covered in their blood, shaking violently as I raised them to push away from him.

“You don’t have to do this.”  He said, pulling me into an embrace as tears fell again.

“We won’t let her get away with this.”  He said, his voice hardening as I let myself relax into his embrace, letting out a sob.

I should have stopped this.

I should have known ever since I first came back here, that those Hybren soldiers were just the beginning.

And I left them all alone.

I let this happen.

Eris held me closer to him, and I felt the air shift around us.

I knew he had winnowed us away, the scent of blood lessening, even if it still clogged my nose.

He stood there with me, content to hold me as long as I needed.  Both of us are silent.

Even though he had just lost his only kind brother, he was standing here, comforting me.

“I’m sorry.”  I croaked out, still shaking.  “Your brother just died and I’m-”

“Shhhh.”  He comforted me, petting my hair.  “You need me right now.  It’s going to be okay.”

My whole body shook.  “I don’t deserve this.  I don’t deserve you.  You should hate me, I this is all my faul-”  I said, my voice watery and ugly from crying.

“No.”  He said, his voice stern, pulling back just enough to look down at me.  “Do you know how ridiculous that is?  If anything, it’s the other way around.”

I shook my head, but he grasped my chin firmly, light enough not to hurt.  “This is not your fault.”

I blinked away tears, not speaking as I stared into his grief ridden red eyes, swirling with not just hate and pain, but love.

“Say it.  This is not my fault.”  He said, his tone stern.

I didn’t say it, and he sighed, letting go of my chin and pulling me into a hug again.  “This is not your fault.”

I had calmed down, locking the emotions in a dark corner of my mind where all my unresolved shit went.

“We need to tell all the highlords.  If there’s anything that will unite them, it’s this.  It’s Amarantha.”  I tell Eris, pacing in front of the table in Eris’s private cabin.

I have no idea when the fuck he got a private cabin, but I was greatful for it right now.

“They’ll never answer our call.  Your brother maybe, but the others don’t know you, and I’m guessing my father’s not too pleased with me right now.”

I stopped pacing, my mind racing with thoughts, good and bad, when I finally settle on an idea.

An idea that might fix everything.

“What if we didn’t call the meeting?”  I asked, turning to where he was stiffly sitting in a plush couch.

He studied me.  “Then who?”

I grimace.  “What if Tamlin called the meeting?”

His eyes went wide.  “That’s a risky move.”

I shrugged.  “Well, it’s better than running around shouting that the female that trapped everyone for fifty years that everyone saw die is back.”

We just stared at each other.

“Couldn’t we just bring him back?”  Eris asked hesitantly.

I shake my head.  “We can, but I think it’s better if we leave them with Sam and the others for now.  If Amarantha is working with the Asteri, there’s a good chance she has some trap set up to see how we get back and forth.”

He sighs.  “So no contact?”

I shake my head.  “No, not for a while.”

He sighed, standing up.  “I’ll go get the pad of paper.  You shouldn’t have to go back into that bloodbath.”

I shake my head.  “I’m not making you go back in there with your dead brother.  You stay here and I’ll go and get it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but I held my hand up.  “No.  I’m going, that’s final.”

“Can I at least come with you?”  He asked, worry swirling in his eyes.

I shake my head.  “Just- I’ll be right back.  Stay here, and think about what we can say to the other highlords.”

He nods, standing up and walking over to me.

He could sense my sorrow, but he didn’t know the whole reason, and I couldn’t tell him as he tugged me into an embrace.

We stood there for a moment before I pulled away gently, kissing him before I took a few more steps away.  “Goodbye Eris.”

And I winnowed away.

I winnowed to Velaris with only one stop in between.

I was going to kill this red haired bitch before she could even touch my family.

But there was no way we could call together a meeting of the high lords, and it was highly unlikely they would gather together at Tamlin’s summons, if news that he was dead hadn’t already reached them.

So I had to do this, even if it was going to suck.

I was running out of time.

Making my way to the River house, I stood outside the door, wondering if maybe I should go back and bring Eris here with me, damn the consequences.

I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door as it flew open, revealing Azriel, dark and angry as his shadows swirled around him.

He quickly froze, and I watched his eyes go wide.

I forgot I was still covered in Tamlins blood, the events of the past day making me weary.

Had it truly only been earlier this day that I was pretending to be Eris’s cousin?

I pushed past him.  “We need to talk, is Rhys in here?”

He whirled.  “We do need to talk.  What the hell happened to you?”  He snarled, following me into the living room.

Everyone was in there, along with a red haired half human, half human female.

I recognised her as Bryce, and under any other circumstances, I would have been excited to meet her, and be questioning her how the hell she got here, but that wasn’t the problem right now.

All of them stared as I entered the room, and I saw Rhys open his mouth to speak.

I held up a bloody hand.  “You had plenty of chances to speak, I have the floor.”

He looked as if he was going to talk anyway, so I just spit out, “Amarantha is the third dead soul.”

Fearful silence rippled through the room.

I looked at my brother and Feyre, not sure I could handle the other’s expressions right now.

“She killed Tamlin and Lucian.  She basically told me she was going to kill everyone we care about and make us watch.”  I say, my tone flat as I look at Rhysand.

“Now normally, I wouldn’t go ringing the alarm bells, I like to handle these types of things myself, but I know what she did to the two of you.”  I say, keeping my tone cool and even.

None of them say anything, but I can tell Feyre and my brother are communicating in their heads.

Morrgian’s eye catches mine, and I freeze.

We just stare at each other.

I can see the pain and hurt in her eyes as she goes to look away.

“Whatever Azriel told you I said, there’s more to it than that.”  I say to her, and she looks back at me, her eyes a bit wide with surprise.  “I would never just… leave you like that.”

“What’s going on?”  Bryce asks in an old tongue that few use nowadays, turning to my brother for answers.

“Hello, Bryce, right?”  I ask in her native tongue.

I don’t look away from Bryce to gauge the others' reactions, but Bryce looks surprised, if not a bit happy as she answers in her language, “Yes, and you are?”

I shoot Rhys a dirty look before coming over to her, holding out my hand in greeting.  “I’m Y/N, Rhysand’s sister.  I’m not sure what he’s told you, but I’ve been dead for quite a while.”

Her eyes went wide, annoyance tinting her features as she turned towards Rhys, yelling at him in the old tongue.

I grin, but I turn my head to see Azriel scowling at me, and it falters.

Now that I look around, everyone is looking at me with either rage, hurt, or mistrust.

I don’t blame them, but it also hurts deep in my heart.  I had spent my whole alive life trying to be liked, to be someone they could love.

I hate the way I want to slip back into that role, change back into exactly what they want me to be.

But I’m not.

I turn away.  “I said what I needed to say, do what you will with it.”

Azriel grabs my arm, holding me in place.

I stare at his hand, waiting for him to let me go.  I look up at him to see him looking at Rhysand to see what to do next.

“Let me go.”  I snarl, and his shadows swirl around him threateningly.

Rhysand stands, walking over to me.

Azriel lets me go once Rhysand’s close enough, and I snarl at him, “I’m warning you now brother, I’m leaving whether you want me to or not.”

His matching violet eyes studied me.  “Even though I do not approve of your choices, I think you already know what you’re putting us through.  So I’m not going to ask you to leave Eris, but you have to stay away from her.”

I knew what he was talking about, but anger prickled in my veins at the order.

“Do not speak down to me Rhysand.  I will do what I wish to do.”  I warn, turning to leave.

He winnowed in front of the door.  “I am your high lord, and I will not let you leave until you promise me.”

I knew where this was going.  He wanted a bargain.

“I am no one's subject.” I snarl, my power starting to boil over.

“Rhysand, I suggest you let the girl leave.”

I whip my head around to look at Amren, who is the first to realize I am more than appear, and I’m not surprised.

I see a look of realization come over Nesta’s face, and she leans into her younger sister, whispering.

Rhysand growled.  “Promise me.” He snarled.

“I would rather rot in Hel.”  I say, and I hear Bryce stifle a laugh, the only part of this she understood.

I walked toward the door, pushing past my brother.

As soon as he laid a hand on my arm to stop me, I exploded.

I grabbed his arm, shoving him against the wall with the other.  I could hear everyone else either unsheathe their knives or gasp.

Rhy’s seemed shocked, but he shoved me back, and I ducked just in time to dodge a fist.

Fine.  If he wanted to duke this out, I was fucking fine with that.

I grabbed the soft velvety cloth of his jacket, winnowing him to the fighting ring on top of the house of wind and backing up, getting into a fighting stance.

“You want to fight brother?  Than let’s fucking fight!”  I shout at him, and I realize it has started to rain.

Neither of us care, and he widens his stance, his chest heaving with rage as he raises his fists.

We start to circle, and he asks, “Why?”

Right as he throws a punch, thunder rings out, deafening as I dodge, spinning around and swinging a foot out to knock him down.

He falls, and I ask, “Why what, brother?”

He gets back to his feet, wiping away blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.  “Why have you abandoned us?  For fucking Eris?”

I snarl, and dodge again, but he fakes me out, landing a punch to my exposed side with enough force to bruise.

I hiss, stumbling back before quickly regaining the fighting stance.  “I didn’t abandon you.  If you had ever bothered to stick around, you would have seen exactly how bad our father was.”  I snarl, charging him.

We grapple for a moment, and I manage to get a hold on him and throw him to the ground, pinning him there.

He snarls as his face hits the floor.  “You could have told me.”

“I TRIED!”  I shouted as he threw me off, and I rolled away and into a crouched position.

“I tried and I was sent to a fucking Illyrain camp!  Left completely alone, far enough away so I couldn’t even contact you at Lord Devon's camp.  He knew what they might have done if they found me.  He expected to teach me a fucking lesson.”  I say, standing as he stood across from me, too far away and the sky too dark for me to see his face clearly.

“I learned how to use plants to change my scent, I cut my hair, I bound my chest and I learned how to fight with the best of them.  Do you really think you managed to take out every single one of the Illyrians that wanted you dead during the Blood Rite single handed?”  I screamed, my voice rivaling the roar of rain and thunder.

I started to shake, and he stood there, still unreadable.

“I killed them! I followed you, and I cut them down before they spotted me.  I continued after the three of you found each other!  I touched that stone moments after you did, and the three of you never knew!  And how could I tell you?”

The rain washed away the tears, the only sign of my crying was the uncontrollable shaking.  “And if I told you, you would have suffered.  Father was always looking for ways to make sure neither of us could take him down.  I protected you.  I protected mom.  We died, and I have spent the whole time trying to keep the Asteri from coming here and killing YOU!”

We both just stood there, breathing heavily.

“Why Eris?”  He asked, his voice broken and full of sorrow.

I shuddered.  “Because he understood.  He has spent his whole life protecting his mother and Lucian.  Because he’s my mate and I love him.”

I look up, staring at the murky sky, the stars blocked by the clouds.  I didn’t want to see his reaction.  I didn’t want to see the look of disgust-

Suddenly, there’s a strong pair of arms wrapped around me, hugging me tight to his chest and murmuring, “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.”

After years of hiding, and these past months, I can’t help but to break into tears, letting him hug me.

I wrap my arms around there, and I don’t know how long we stand there, hugging each other in the rain.

Eris Pov: 

What the hell?  Was what I was thinking as I paced back and forth across the floor of the cabin.

It had been too long.  Y/N should be back by now.

Why hadn’t I just gone with her?  I had wanted to respect the space she needed, but going back to a massacre scene where Amarantha had just threatened her alone was idiotic.

So, I winnowed to where I knew where she was.

But no matter how much I looked, there was no one living here.

I left, and started to frantically search the area around.  Has she been kidnapped? Was she hurt?  If I had let her do this alone and something had happened to her, I would never forgive myself.

I heard the sounds of people, and I paused, slowly sneaking between the trees and shielding my scent.

It got louder the closer I got, and a pit formed in my stomach as I saw a army of Hybren soldiers.

Turning, I ran away, knowing there was nothing I could do until I found Y/N.

I paused after some time, and heard footsteps.  I whirled, weapon in my hand.

It was Sam, Tamlin and Lucian standing next to him.

At the sight of my brother, who I had seen dead only an hour or so ago, my weapon fell from my hand.

I rushed to him, embracing him tightly.

He was stiff at first, but relaxed into the hug, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m sorry brother.”  I said, holding him tightly.  “I should have been there, I should have stopped her.”

I had never spoken like that to him, let alone around Tamlin.

He pulled away.  “There’s a problem.”

I forced myself to smirk and wink at him.  “When isn’t there?”

The look on his face is serious, and he doesn’t laugh.

“Where’s Y/N?”  Sam asks, his voice worried.

The worry gnawing at me threatens to come out in my words.  “She told me she was coming here.  She was going to try and pose as you and call a meeting of the high lords.”

As I say it, I realize how stupid the plan is.

“Eris, where would she go that you wouldn’t want her to?”  Sam demanded, and I’m still reeling a little.

She tricked me.

I think for a moment.  “To her brother.” Sam groans.  “We are so fucked.”

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[hazashiovo]

Sarcastic number 9 With Aemond please 💗🙏🏽

You ask you shall receive!

"Do you want to fuck me or kill me?"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Ps:this is gonna be a bit long, I like flavouring my fics🤭

It was simple, honestly, you and the prince allways one at each others troaths. Even so, everyone could feel the tension between the two of you.

It didn't matter if it was in a room or even outside. When you and Aemond shared a space the air got thiner and atmosphere dark.

It made sense, you being the oldest daughter of Daemon Targaryen, having his blood and a lot of his personality traits.

People often saw your father in you, you even looked alike, the one my problem was, you were a bastard.

The basic story, your father slept with the mom you don't know to this day and had you, he took you and raised you.

Fortunately you looked identical to him, but it was very suspicious that a few years later Daemon showed up with a mini him. Back to the story.

You like your dragon a lot, so that made Aemond pretty jealous. I mean, he had no dragon and you were so happily racing yours with his brother?

Whenever he said your name a bitter taste laid in his mouth. But how good he felt when he got the largest dragon alive, he felt like he kicked you in the face with a bold move as such.

When his nephew,Lucerys, bow your step-brother, took his eye you stood by, simply watching it unfold.

You found it amusing so you didn't interfere.

Because of that, many called you unwell in the head, but you only took those as compliments, making you more unique than Alicent or the other basic people that talk shit at court.

As years passed and you got older, and in many people's eyes, more attractive, you became even more wild.

You adored chaos, violence and having enemies.

Daemon could never be more proud, especially since you disobey him pretty frequently, that kinda sucks,but it shows him your from head to toe his daughter.

Not a day passes that he thanks himself for taking you with him.

What more can he ask?

Most of the time Otto, refers to you as a devil, while Alicent glares in disgust. Oh how you wish to wipe that smug of their faces.

You considered killing Alicent and her father, but than were would be the fun in watching them fuck up everything?

What you found more funny is when Aegon had company over, oh how many times you caught him fucking like a rabbit. He often suggested you to join in which you replied that if you will, by the next morning he will wake up next to his severed cock.

You laughs at face he made, sometimes you terrified even him.

Years went on and Daemon married Rhaenyra. You liked her, she was a nice company. This was, of course after Laena died, you liked Laena to, after all she was the one who gifted you your dragon as a child.

You were taught high Valeryan, but also sword fight and battle strategy. If anyone said anything about you marrying some excuse of a man you or your father would bring their tongue for a collection.

In concussion danger and chaos was written all over you.

Fortunately, you didn't spend much time in kings landing, since your family lived at Dragon Stone.

But the few times you visited you would constantly challenge the second prince.

Making rude remarks, insulting his mother whenever you got the chance.

But now that the king died? Now that Aegon usurped the throne, oh how you waited for this.

It saddened you to hear that Rhaenyra lost her baby,and your half sister.

It even raged you the reason.

You blamed Aegon, now you wanted to kill him.

It's funny how you don't actually need a reason to fuel your urge to kill.

Soon enough, Rhaenyra took the rightful crown, having a lot of houses support her.

At first she wanted to send Lucerys and Jacaerys, but Daemon suggested sending you alone.

"No,we both know how it could end if (Name) went alone, it would automatically start a war."

Daemon smirked, how he loved the reputation you carved out for yourself, but he didn't give up, in fact, he hoped you would start a war. To fuel his dragon blood for adrenaline and murder.

"Than perhaps she should acompany young Lucerys, you never know what could happen. My queen."

Barely convincing her she let the two of you go.

Before sending you, she made the two of you to promise not to go as fighters.

You went as lucerys's protector. With one final hug, Rhaenyra gave Luke the paper with her declaration and send you on your way.

Daemon nodded at you as you smirked, mischief on your face.

Once you landed and noticed Vhagar excitement took over you. If he was here ,it means the greens got ahead of you.

After you were brought inside, your eyes landed on Aemond.

Luke spoke with Boros, but you payd no mind, your eyes stuck on the white haired prince. Next to him stood a girl.

She's ugly, you thought. Even in your thoughts you were mean and unmercifully.

Soon enough things started getting heated. You only snaped back to reality when Boros yelled.

"Remind me of my father's oath?!"

his voice echoed, of course after the master read him the paper. The stupid fuck didn't even know how to read. You rolled your eyes at his tone.

You were so close to cuting his tongue off, he dares insult the queen in such manner?

You acoffed in annoyance, Aemonds eye resting peacefull on your form.

Boros continued,

"At least king Aegon came with an offer, a marriage proposal, what do you have to give child?"

You chuckled, grabing the attention of Boros and the rest of the people in the room, including Luke, who pleaded with his eyes for you to say nothing stupid.

"You call that usurper but when your rightful queen calls for you oath to her you insult her? Even more, dare request a marriage with one of her children in exchange for something you should respect?"

Oh he heard all about you, the vicious chaotic daughter of Daemon Targaryen. He didn't expect you to be here, but he knew you were your fathers flesh and blood, which scared him if he was to be honest, but if course, he would never admit it.

"You have something to say, girl? For what I know there is only one King sitting on the iron Throne, in which your mother claims to be heir but has no throne?"

A smile makes its way to your face.

"Perhaps I should bring your head to my father, but unfortunately not today... unfortunately, I swore not to come here to fight.Lucky for you, my, Lord."

The last words rolling of your tongue with venom and danger lacing them.

Your eyes look over to Aemond, you could notice how his jaw clenched in annoyance.

You only wished to challenge him further.

"After all... This happens to traitors, who work hand in hand with usurpers."

You smile viciously.

"You dare come into MY house and threaten ME?"

The Baratheon's angry voice filled the quiet room.

"Perhaps I should cut your throat in your sleep, my lord~"

Adding fire to oil, you added.

Luke looked so done with you, he knew you shouldn't have come.

"GET out! Both of you now!"

Boros yelled, not knowing if he should feel safe in his own home anymore.

"Wait."

Oh how you waited for this, you turned around, at the same time with Luke the moment you head the white haired princes's voice.

"My Lord strong,"

He continued, oh how you know he was looking for trouble. You smirked, finally some excitement.

"Did you really think, that you could just fly above the realm, trying to steal my brothers throne at no cost."

You stepped closer to Luke,noticing how Aemonds his eye lingered on you for a bit to long.

"I will not fight you,I came here as a messaged, not a soldier." Luke spoke, glancing at you. He saw the mischief in your eyes, and he was eager to leave as fast as possible before anything can go more bad then this.

"A fight would be a little challenge." Aemond spoke silently almost.

"No, I want you to put out your eye," he than took his eye patch of, exposing his sapphire eye. You must admit, it was mesmerizing.

Our allowed your eyes to take in his whole face. You must admit, the prince is handsome. Such a shame honestly.

"As payment for mine." He continued, throwing his dagger at your feet.

Aemond wondered if you would stay aside like you did when he lost his eye, no, he knows better than that, you like action.

You chuckled, moving closer.

"He will do no such thing my dear prince, not under my watch." A teasing smile shows on your face.

Aemonds face turned to fiery rage quick.

"give me your eyes, or I shall take it bastard! "

The prince lost his temper, now charging towards the two of you. Like always, you barely waited for s fight. Unfortunately for you Boros broke the tension, sending his guards to escort you and Luke outside.

You smirked, knowing he won't stop there.

Lucerys quickly made his way to his dragon Arax. Looking around you saw how bad the weather is.

Not long after Luke, you joined Caserion, your pitch black dragon.

Slowly petting his head, you climbee on him.

Soon , both of you were high in the air, Vhagar long gone.

The heavy rain landing drops on you, soaking you up.

Luke seemed pretty shaken up, so does Arax.

"Calm down little one, he shall do no harm to you as long as I breath." Reasuring him, you smile.

After a while flying you notice Vhagars large shadow.

Its funny, your dragon is her egg, would you look at that. Perhaps Caserion would be as large as her.

"Ñuhor līr gūrēnna!" Once close enough, trough the storm you could hear Aemonds angry voice. (I will take what's mine.)

You chuckle, eyeing your cousin/uncle up.

"Tubī daor kepus!"your raging voice answered like a devil. (Not today uncle)

You made a sign for Luke which way to go.

Once Luke was out of your sight you took it upon yourself to distract Aemond.

"Come uncle! Spill your rage in your dear niece! "

You maniacally laughed, having him come towards you.

"The two of you share the same debt, so I shall be satisfied with either one of your eyes. "

Choosing it's easier to fight on earth, you landed on a piece of land.

"Come fight me uncle! I'm craving for some royal blood! " you smirked, grabing only your dagger, as it was easier to move, and faster.

He landed feew meters away.

"I shall take what's mine, bastard."

The class of your weapons made you grin.

"You can try to earn it, brat."

In a quick move you got behind him, slicing his left tigh.

He turned around in a blink of an eye , sword to your neck, which you easily ducked.

Throwing your knife away and grabing your sword.

"This is fun! We should do this more often, ya know, family activity!" You chuckled as your swoeds danced together.

Aemond smirked, he wished to break you, your stupid personality and you charming face and behavior.

"I doubt you could fight me without your legs."

He spoke, a menacing look I'm his eye.

"Oh uncle, you shouldn't speak so inappropriately, after all, do you wish to fuck me or fight me?"

His one good eye widened in surprise of your lews words. You took advantage of his distraction, quickly pinning him down,point of your sword resting on his chest.

"Either way, I agree with either choice you make. Tho I am thinking, if I shall kill you or toy with you more... no, killing you would be dull. But if you ever look for a good fuck, make sure you're not seen entering my castle. "

You released him, quickly making way to your black beauty.

"Until next time, uncle~"

Once again you left Aemond frustrated and annoyed. Also with a little... Problem.

I am so sorry for making those so l9ng but I like adding detail and ya know, giving history to the character?

So like, I have 3 more request and then, I have more ideas for the following days, and also thank you all for 69 followers! I appreciate that people enjoy my fics.

Like the usual, you can find my Master list on my page and you can request whatever you want.

Bay bayyyy!

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[colorseeingchick]

Request: Hey, love! Here comes your first ohshc request! Hope u're not busy or anything. ok... how about a kaoru hitachin x reader where they're just spending time and having fun and being all cuddly and fluffy??? Sending you hugs.

Summary: What was supposed to be a hangout with both twins turns into a hangout with just one -- Kaoru. And that hangout basically turns into a date. But what will he do now that he's got the time to spend with you?

Rating: E for Everybody bb this is wholesome and cute

Word count: 2.5k don't act surprised now

Warnings: Soft, unedited. Umbrella language warning bc I usually swear but cannot remember if I did in this one.

“Do you think I should just cancel?” 

“No. Kaoru. Just go. If both of us dip at the last minute, she’d be so sad.” 

Kaoru bites his lip as he thinks. He and Hikaru were supposed to go on an outing with you, after Kyoya had raffled away a “hang out with your favorite host” prize to raise money for the club. As per usual,m the twins were a package deal. But unfortunately Hikaru had gotten sick, and that meant that Kaoru will have to go on this outing alone, leaving him with you, his crush. It’s a bit much for his heart to process. 

“What are you so worried about! Isn’t this the dream, to be with Y/N one on one?” 

Instead of responding, Kaoru just adjusts his hair for the fifth time in the mirror.

“Stop being a baby. It’s just a hang out, not a date. Hell, we flirt with women as a part time job, this shouldn’t be a problem for you.” 

Kaoru sighs, adjusting his jacket as he glances at his brother giving him the thumbs up.

But I don’t like most women the way I like her… is the last thought in his mind before walking out the door. 

***

“Hi Kao-kun!” You yell out from the meeting point when you see him come into your sightline. “Where’s Hikaru-kun?”

“You’re lookin’ at him. I think you mean to ask where Kaoru is, yeah?” He asks you as he finally ends up just a few feet in front of you. 

You gaze at him, squint, and then take a step closer. Immediately, Kaoru’s face dusts pink, but he maintains his composure while trying to imitate his twin’s subtle smirk and cocky disposition. 

“Mm, you don’t have to play the game every time, you know. You’re definitely Kao-kun.”

His stomach bubbles at the way you’re so sure of him. He knows you know. You get the two of them right every single time. But the reminder feels so good, he can’t help himself. He relaxes his stance, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head. 

“Sorry, I guess I can’t help myself when I’m out alone,” he says with an embarrassed smile. 

You immediately smile back, melting his heart a bit. “It’s okay, I think the game is quite cute anyways. But where is Hikaru-kun?” you look around, trying to see if he’s hiding anywhere. 

“He’s quite sick actually, so he won’t be able to make it. He told me to tell you he was sorry, we know you were supposed to get to hang out with both of us today-” 

“Oh, it’s no worry at all, Kao-kun! I just hope he’s okay.” 

“Will you be okay if it’s just me then?” He asks, a little nervousness hidden in his voice. 

“Of course, I’d love to spend more time with you.” 

That answer is all he needed to be confident in your adventure today. He extends his elbow out to you, “I’m glad, too.” You link your arm onto his before heading off, letting him lead the way. 

***

The first half of his outing with you goes perfectly. A leisurely walk around a beautiful garden, followed by some ice cream has you both giggling and relaxed. It’s why when you both sit down on a bench in said garden and talk for an hour, neither of you realize how the time goes by. 

It’s not until a storm rolls in out of nowhere that the energy of your hangout changes a bit. 

“Did you feel that?” you ask Kaoru mid conversation, quickly pulling his attention to your surroundings. 

“What’s up?” 

“I think it’s…raining?” you say. 

“There��s no way. The forecast didn’t say anything about…oh.” Kaoru cuts his words short when he feels a cold drop of water land on his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t bring an umbrella.” 

“I didn’t either, don’t worry,” you reassure him, placing your hand on the back of his. 

“But it should be okay, it probably won’t rain that hard, right?” 

Within three minutes, the slight drizzle started to pick up into a downpour, leaving you and Kaoru in shock. 

Well, I’ve never been more wrong, he thinks to himself, embarrassed as his hair flops down over his eyes, water soaked. Before he can even brainstorm how to recover this sudden mess, you grab his hand and tug. 

“My house is close enough! We can stay there for now!” You yell out over the sound of the downpour. 

His eyes widen at your offer, and before he can even respond, he’s being led away by you. He thought his crush was as bad as could be before he even went on his outing with you today. But as he watches your damp hair get tossed side to side, your hand’s grip tighten around his, and your little bounce in your run as you splash through puddles to get to your home, he finds you worth all the adoration his heart can muster. 

As you both finally near your house, your butlers open the doors and you both toss yourself through the entranceway. You let yourself fall to the ground, exhausted, as Kaoru rests his hands on his knees, regaining his breath. 

“My Lady, are you alright!” your worried butler comes close, fearful of your fall. 

“I’m fine, Tim, I’m fine. Please, just grab us a couple towels.” 

“As you wish, but do you need assistance-” 

“I got her,” Kaoru reassures your butler, extending his hand out to you. You grab it graciously as he pulls you up, steadying you at your waist once you’re on your feet. 

Tim bows in acknowledgement of Kaoru, smiling at your happy energy despite being soaked through, and heads off to get some towels. 

Kaoru slowly lets his hand drop from your waist after letting it hover for a second, and he lets you take the initiative to pull your hand away (which you also do just as reluctantly, he notes). 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared for it to rain like that, I didn’t mean for you to get-” 

You giggle before Kaoru can even finish his apology. “Kao-kun, you don’t control the weather, you don’t have anything to apologize for. Also, it was….kinda fun? Running in the rain with you, was actually really fun.” 

The “with you” part of what you said echoes in Kaoru’s ears for a whole minute before letting the dopey smile fall from his face and returning your sentiments. 

“Young master, should you please, we have extra clothes prepared for you as well.” Your servant talks from across the foyer to Kaoru. He tilts his head, a bit surprised, but content nonetheless and graciously accepts the dry clothes. 

“They’re my brother’s, if that’s okay,” you offer the information to Kaoru. 

You have a brother? Is the question that runs through his head. “Your brother won’t mind?” He asks you.

“Yeah, he’s actually really relaxed, never really cared for high society or owning a bunch of stuff. He definitely won’t care.” 

“He has good fashion sense,” Kaoru says as he inspects the joggers and oversized shirt. 

Your bubbly smile has Kaoru’s heart leaping. “I’m glad you like it. You can go change in the bathroom down the hall, Tim can take you there.”

***

After changing, Kaoru wanders back to the living room (where Tim said you’d be), and he takes a moment to process how adorable you are in shorts and an oversized shirt, and as he approaches you on the couch, he can’t help but imagine how cute you’d be in his own clothes. 

“I’m so glad my brother’s clothes fit you perfectly!” You say as you scooch over to make space for Kaoru next to you.  

“I’m glad, too,” he responds as he sits, leaving more space than he wants to between you two.

“So, I don’t know when you want to go back home, but…” you trail off, uncertainty traceable in your voice. 

“Mm? What’s up, Y/N?” He tries to coax the rest of the sentence out of you, voice soft. 

“If you wanted to watch a movie with me, I thought that it’d be a good pastime…” 

Kaoru’s heartbeat immediately picks up. He knows it’s in his head, but something about watching a movie would be a bit different. Even until now, your guys’s ‘hangout’ had a lot of underlying tones of a date, which he tried not to think too much about. But now that you’re both together in a house draped in cozy clothes, a movie would be just such a domestic and romantic addition. 

It’s the recurring dream he’d been wishing for since a few months after he met you. 

“A movie sounds like a great idea, Y/N,” he reassures you, enjoying the way you visibly relax. 

***

For some dumb reason you both decided to watch a horror movie. Whether you loved it or hated it, Kaoru is mortified. As the jump scares continue to pop up on the screen with eerie music in the background, he presses his shoulder to yours, hiding under a blanket you’d given him. At a particularly bad jump scare, he finds himself hiding his face in your neck. He pulls back after the fear dies down and the realization of what he just did hits him. He looks at you wide eyed, waiting to see what your reaction might be. His heart somersaults when he sees a little embarrassed expression spread across your face. 

Maybe, just maybe, my crush is returned, he surmises. He turns to glance behind you both, checking for any servants who may have been walking around. When he sees none, he takes a deep breath and turns back to you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m such a scaredy cat, you have to promise not to tell anyone, mkay?” he asks you in hushed tones. You smile widely at him back. 

“Your secret is safe with me, Kao-kun.” But even after the words leave your lips, neither of you drop eye contact. You watch as he inspects your face closely, eyes glowing in the dark from the light straying from the TV screen. You suddenly process just how close you are. With the ambient lull of rain in the background and the warmth of the blankets draped over you both, being in each other’s presence starts to feel like a sleep-hazed dream. “Y/N, is it okay, if I, uh…” 

You tilt your head, encouraging him to finish his thoughts. 

“Can I hold you? It might make watching the scary movie easier.” 

The slight embarrassment on your face swells to a full on flustered look. But you keep your words simple. “I agree, it would be easier. So, yes. You, you can do that, if you want.” 

He’s quiet as he scooches back on the couch, pulling his blanket back to make space for you. When you only move a bit closer to him, he decides to take the initiative to grab your hips and pull you back even closer to his side. “Is this okay?” And he takes your energetic nod for an answer. Throwing the blanket over you, he wraps his right arm over your shoulder, taking great pleasure in the weight of your body pressing against his right side. 

His theory was right. Watching the movie like this is so much easier. So much cozier. As time goes on, you both start to tilt more and more, until he’s finally laying against the arm of the chair and you’re laying against his side. He doesn’t even think much of when your head falls onto his chest. It isn’t until the end of the movie that he realizes you’ve fallen asleep.

So pretty, he thinks. It’s the phrase that’s been on replay in his mind all day, but now really sold him on the thought. There’s no going back, he really truly does like you. 

“Y/N, hey,” he coos at you, gently rubbing his thumb against your arm to try and get you to wake up. 

“Mm,” you murmur, and he feels like he could melt. How cute could you get? 

“I should go home. And you should go sleep in your bed.” 

“Mm,” you say in a disapproving tone. He laughs a bit at that. 

He gets off the couch (somehow) before sitting you up and putting your arm around his shoulder, deciding to walk you up (with approval from your butler first, of course). 

By the time you’re half way up the steps, you start to wake up from your drowsiness. 

“Kao-kun, what are you-”

“I’m just helping you get to bed, I told Tim already, so he knows.” 

“You’re too sweet, I’m so sorry I fell asleep-” you shake your head in annoyance at yourself. 

“Don’t worry about it, you were so cute.” He doesn’t regret the words as they fall from his mouth. 

Too sleepy and flustered to respond, you just feel your cheeks heat up as you turn your face away from him. 

After getting to the top of the steps, Kaoru says “I think you got it from here,” with a smile on his face. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

“Wait,” you say as Kaoru turns to go back down the steps. “I just want to thank you for today, Kao-kun. I really, really, really enjoy spending time with you, and I’d like to do that more, if you want to as well.” 

Kaoru pauses, lets a giant smile cross his face, and steps close to you, happy to see that you didn’t back away. He opens his arms to you, and feels electricity course through his body when you let your arms wrap around him. He hugs you tight, refusing to let go for a solid 30 seconds, rocking back and forth. “I’d absolutely love to do that, Y/N. And for the record, if it wasn’t already super clear, I also love spending time with you.” 

As you both pull away, space increasing between your bodies, but arms still on each other’s backs, you give each other an earnest look. 

“Can I…” his words stop but his question is clear through his eyes. 

“Please,” you respond gently. 

As you close your eyes, you feel Kaoru place a chaste kiss on your forehead, pull away, and then place another one on your cheek. When you open your eyes, you can see his cheeks reddening. “I have another one I want to give you, but that’ll only happen if you let me take you out on a real date.” he finally pulls away, awaiting your answer. There's a shared pause, before you respond.

“...next week?” 

His face brightens up like you’d never seen before. 

“Next week it is then.”

ugh this lowkey feels really bad I'm so sorry

I love Kaoru. But I've never read the manga, so writing this really revealed to me how much injustice was done to him in the show. He's really only characterized in his dynamic with Hikaru, and we get a peak at what seperates him from Hikaru, but I don't think I've ever seen him fully in action by himself like we do the rest of the hosts.

Despite it all, he was my favorite growing up. I hope I can get better at writing him.

Obvi the rain element parallels Hika's date w Haruhi, I like callbacks lol.

Tim is a real butler in an anime, if anyone guesses it I'll be shocked for days.

#ouran highschool host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc #ouran host club #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru and kaoru #hitachiin twins #hitachiin brothers #kaoru x reader #kaoru x you #ouran x reader #ouran headcanons #ouran kaoru #ouran hshc #ohshc x reader #csc.commoners.coffee #colorseeingchick writes

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Ok I have a theory about how Macaque and Wukong's friendship-crumble went down and I wanna get it out before the S4 special airs in case it reveals what happened.

I'm not entirely sure on the specific details, but I think I have pretty good theory of what happened in general.

Alright so

Azure Lion: "However, fate had one more cruel twist for us."

Azure Lion: "Sun Wukong now yielded to an agent of the Celestial Host, another warrior for the oppressors."

(Episode 8 of Season 4, The Brotherhood)

I think the start of the betrayal happened when Wukong was discovered to have "yielded" to the Celestial Realm. (I say yielded in air quotes cause I'm not entirely sure how that whole situation came about, only that the Brotherhood interpreted it as a betrayal).

Peng: "Wukong is a traitor, he'll end us the first chance he gets!"

Macaque: "I just think we should consider other options-"

(Episode 5 of Season 4, Court of the Yellow Robed Demon)

As shown in Episode 5 of Season 4, the Brotherhood were quick to believe that Wukong had betrayed them, and would dispose of them as soon as possible, so they wanted to strike him down first before he could get the chance to do so to them. Macaque, however, seemed to be hesitant. Whether this was him still having some faith in Wukong or him not wanting to get smashed into dust by Wukong or some weird mixture of the two I'm not sure, but there is one thing I'm sure of:

Azure Lion: "My former brother was sent to destroy us and all we had built. It was with their combined power that we were cut down, imprisoned within the scroll, left to the mercy of the Celestial Court."

(Episode 8 of Season 4, The Brotherhood)

Macaque was not present when the Brotherhood fought the Pilgrims. Meaning he'd left the Brotherhood of his own volition.

(As for the betrayal with the Brotherhood, I think the Brotherhood actually did the betraying here. Recall how Tang overheard their plan to trap Monkey King in the scroll? That was before they themselves had been sealed in it. My guess is that they tried to enact their plan, but it failed, and they ended up sealed in the scroll instead.)

But anyway, back to Macaque.

My guess is that he heard about the Brotherhood being sealed in the scroll later on, or perhaps even witnessed a part of the debacle himself (spectating from the shadows of course), and couldn't believe that Wukong would actually do that to his sworn brothers.

So he went to go spy on Wukong and the Pilgrims.

And he'd see them being good friends.

And he'd get really mad.

These were the people that Wukong had betrayed his sworn brothers for? Did he replace his sworn brothers? Did Wukong replace Macaque?

And basically emotions boil over and up and Macaque decides "I'm gonna fucking kill that human."

And so when Sanzang was alone, Macaque shapeshifted into Wukong and tried to kill the monk.

Only for Wukong to stop him.

And they fight.

(Episode 4 of Season 3, The Winning Side)

Eventually, Wukong strikes Macaque to the ground, and this moment occurs.

But notice how Macaque is facing away from Wukong?

He knows Wukong is behind him, but he can't actually see Wukong.

Furthermore, look at Macaque's scarred eye:

(Episode 9 of Season 1, Macaque)

That is not a wound that is left by being struck by a staff.

So what if the following occurred:

Macaque is laying on the ground, facing away from Wukong.

Wukong, instead of finishing him off, instead leaves, feeling betrayed because someone who was once his best friend had tried to kill his new friends, and had stolen his identity.

And knowing Wukong's speed, he's over the horizon before a single second can pass.

But Macaque still thinks that Wukong is behind him.

And as the shadow monkey picks himself up off the floor, he notices the shadow of something looming over him from behind.

Thinking it's Wukong, Macaque stares in confusion as the shadow raises it's staff, though one end of the weapon remains within the figure's shadow.

"Wukon-?"

A searing pain as he's stabbed through the head, the end of the weapon coming out of his right eye, though he can't quite see it. All he knows is that his once best friend had just killed him.

He dies, and the murderer pulls their now bloody spear out of his head.

#Who the murderer is I don't know #But I feel like they would have a spear #Mostly because my mind came up with this theory while thinking up an animation to a song #And the Macaque staring at what looks to be the shadow of Wukong raising his staff to kill him scene was a part of that #But yeah I'm pretty confident about this theory #I'm thinking of maybe animating it to the song I was listening to when I came up with it #We'll see #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #monkey king #lmk monkey king #macaque #lmk macaque #six-eared macaque #lmk six-eared macaque #shadowpeach #tagging as shadowpeach because bro they gay as hell