#maybe sho and his little ha. ha. ha will lull me to sleep

[scramble-crossing]

ok i love your entire recent sho post. i felt like the anime sho really played up his sadism though whereas the og sho didn't feel sadistic but more like he was just single-minded in pursuing his goals and didn't care if he hurt anyone else. so for example in the game, the reapers and players that he kills are mostly collateral. in the anime, it shows him actively revelling in having players kill each other and stuff. which i didn't like. i thought that it made him go from a more interesting character of "will get what he wants no matter who has to get hurt in the process" to a more outwardly sadistic character who genuinely enjoys seeing random bystanders suffer. the stuff about the taboo actively hurting and being uncomfortable is top tier food though, love that shit.

OUGH ANON THANK YOU you perfectly summed up my feelings about anime Sho. You're exactly right about the Support Reapers feeling more like collateral damage, deaths he passively allowed to happen rather than actively sought out. It seems like a slight distinction at first, but I definitely feel that it makes him a way more interesting character.

The anime made him appear so single-mindedly aggressive and that's just not him!! And I'm not saying that he's merciful, or anything like that. I'm saying he's strategic. He hangs back during his boss fight, using taboo noise as tools to wittle away at Neku and Joshua before coming into the fray himself. And when he does he dodges like mad. He only really goes in for the kill when he's in his Noise form, and even then he weaves in and out of it in order to focus on long-distance attacks that keep Neku and Josh at an arm's length. Hell, even when he's at his most powerful, in his taboo form, he pulls back when fighting Neku and Beat even though he very likely could have erased them both because he didn't want to expend his energy. He never purposefully attacks, or erases, without a reason. He never prioritizes hurting others over keeping his plan running smoothly, doing only as much as he feels is warranted while keeping himself intact (or uh...intact enough to immediately blow up I guess?)

A Sho who's measured in his violence, who's clever and efficient, not excessive, who doesn’t think very highly of others but in a way that has him largely ambivalent to whether they live or die rather than maliciously targetting them, is much more unique and interesting than a Sho who's just indiscriminately violent for violence's sake

And I'm not saying this because I want to soften him up or excuse his actions or anything like that. No he sucks! He's a bad guy! Maybe he's not shooting the gun, but he's loading the bullets (metaphorically speaking at least. He very much shoots an actual gun). There's almost no way he DIDN'T know what would happen when he started summoning taboo noise, or even if he didn't, he certainly could've stopped at any time. But he doesn't. Not because he takes some sadistic joy in seeing these people get erased, but because it gets him closer to his goal and he just doesn't care who might end up dying for his cause. And I think this makes him WAY more interesting than some guy who just loves mindless destruction. ESPECIALLY since this is a character who's motives we don't know. In the anime he very well could just be doing this because he has rabies. Fuck it. Joshua's spears are a metaphor for vaccination change my MIND

#but really. isnt it all worth it for that one scene where he puts his hands on his hips and does his little HAHAHA that was so funny #like you known when he doesnt even sound like hes laughing hes just going ha. ha. ha. out loud. yeah #man #anyways tysm for sharing your thoughts anon!! i love when people send stuff like this :] #sorry if this was messy its like 2am and i cant sleep LMAO #maybe sho and his little ha. ha. ha will lull me to sleep #asks #minamimoto

[kitashousewife]

“happy birthday shoyo!” your cheery voice cuts through the quiet room and hinata chuckles. it’s midnight in brazil, but you’re many hours ahead.

“thank you baby,” he rasps, voice tired and eyes a little sleepy after the long day. “are you up to anything fun today?”

you scoff, eyebrows raised from where you stand in your kitchen.

“that’s it? it’s your birthday sho! this isn’t about me,” you wave your hands dismissively and your boyfriend laughs.

truth be told, hinata was dreading his birthday. another day in a different country, far from his family and friends. based on how his phone is blowing up, it doesn’t seem like anyone forgot, but it’s just not the same. no special breakfasts, no traditions, no forced photos in front of his cake by his mom. just another day.

“i’m gonna sleep in, that’s for sure,” he sighs, flopping onto his back and holdimg you in the air. “i’m sure i’ll get a call from my mom and natsu, maybe tobio. but if not, no worries.”

“no worries?” you shriek. “shoyo it’s your birthday for crying out loud! you deserve the world every day, but especially today.”

he smiles at your frantic state, heart swelling at just how much you care and worry for him. every day he gets a reminder text from you about sunscreen and water, another about eating a good meal, and you’re always asking him to rest more than he would like to. you care so much, and he’s not sure what he would do without you.

“okay, okay,” the hand not holding his phone raises up. “i think i’ll sleep in and head down to the coffee shop i like and grab something to eat,” he thinks for a minute. “then i’ll come home, change, head to the beach for a few games, and then maybe mess around in the water. i’m sure it will be hot tomorrow.”

“don’t forget your sunscreen,” you advise, standing in your kitchen preparing lunch. you miss how hinata mouths exactly what you said, while you said it.

“oh, are you kidding? i would never,” he shakes his head, holding back a smirk when he sees you raise an eyebrow.

“the red on your chest says otherwise.”

ignoring the slight burn on his skin, he continues.

“there’s a spot pretty close to me that has the best food, the one i was telling you about a couple weeks ago. i’ll probably get dinner there, maybe pick up a treat on the way home, and then relax for the night. nothing too crazy.”

“please check your mail at some point! i won’t say why, but it might be a good idea to stop by,” you smile and hinata rolls his eyes. “but that sounds like a good birthday, sho.”

he nods, now very sleepy after feeling comforted by your voice.

“i’m really sorry i couldn’t spend your birthday with you.”

his heart sinks for a second, but he does his best to pull himself together.

“it’s okay baby, it will be a great day regardless. besides, i got to talk to you first thing on my birthday, so it’s already perfect. i’ll be sure to keep you updated on the day. it will be like you’re right here!”

he yawns, eyes getting heavier by the minute as he gets comfortable in his mattress. he ac hums in the background, slowly lulling him to sleep.

“get some sleep shoyo. i love you! happy birthday,” you smile wide and he grins. he mumbles a very tired i love you before hanging up. you put your phone in your pocket and grab the suitcase that sits near your front door, packed and ready to go.

if everything goes smoothly, you should be at the birthday boy’s door just in time for his breakfast run.

#shoyo hinata x reader #shoyo x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata fluff #hinata shoyo fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu x reader

[darcymariaphoster]

Eheheeheeheeheh

Girl how about pruk but it's not on crack for once.

Perhaps them being old men and reminiscing on the past,

@magictrio1118

Word count: 895 

Sorry this is short! I’ve been working on this on and off for a couple of days, between taking doped-up-on-meds naps, and I didn’t want to screw it up if I got a little loopy. I’m not sure it’s quite what you were wanting, but I hope it’s okay! Thank you for the ask!

It’s early morning, probably far too early to be awake if he’s being honest. But Arthur is awake nonetheless, the weak sunlight angled just right through the curtains to be a nuisance. He sighs, narrowing his eyes at the window as if it is personally at fault. After years of getting up early, he's sort of resented the morning sunshine. He rolls away from the window, facing the back of his partner, who is still fast asleep. Gilbert has always been able to sleep through the mornings, all the stupid birdsongs. He doesn't know how he does it, even after all these years.

All these agonizingly slow until they're not years that he's gotten to spend with Gilbert. Well, he says that, but it wasn't quite as nice and easy as that sounds. That implies, in his mind, that they never had arguments or never had to hide themselves or never lost anything. But there was a lot of all that. A lot of misplaced blame -- on themselves, each other, and friends long since lost. Hesitantly, as to not wake him, Arthur rests his hand on Gilbert's weathered shoulder. Somehow, he reminds himself, all the good outweighed the bad, and they're still here. Together. 

"You bein' sentimental again?" Gilbert mumbles into his pillow. Arthur groans, rolling onto his back. So much for a quiet moment to himself. Gilbert chuckles, shifting to face him. "You're right. You're always sentimental."

"You take that back," Arthur grumbles, fighting a smile. 

"You changed your laces when we started dating," Gilbert reminds him as he drapes an arm over his torso. "And stitched an iron cross into your jacket."

Arthur huffs, rolling his eyes. "Yes, and I'm starting to see… What exactly did you do?" 

"Fighting people in back alleys because they gave you a dirty look." Gilbert kisses his cheek. "What has you all sentimental this morning anyway?" 

"Am I not allowed to be sentimental?" Arthur turns his head to look at him. 

There's a lull between them, as Gilbert runs his hand up and down Arthur's side. "You just seem more sentimental these days…" he mutters, pressing his lips to his neck. 

"Ya know, every morning reminds me of the days when I could get out of bed without my knees popping," Arthur muses, half-joking as he runs a hand through his hair. "Remembering days past is fairly common anymore." He pauses briefly and asks, "Don't you think about it all?"

Gilbert shrugs, smiling fondly at him. “Sometimes. I like thinking about how we met, telling that story -- and the time we hitchhiked from Pittsburgh to Boston? I don’t even remember why we did that.” His smile fades and his eyes fall, tracing unknown patterns with them. “I suppose that forgetting things is why I’d rather think about right now instead…”

A moment passes before Arthur rolls over, raking his hand through Gilbert’s white hair. It had always been a light color, near platinum, but age has taken all the color from it. “Maybe we can fill in the gaps in each other’s memories. It’s not as if we’re alone.” Yet. He hates how that word lingers in the back of his mind after saying stuff like that. But it’s somehow true. They’re at the point in their lives that every day is somehow a blessing -- a cliche that he’d never believed he’d be thinking about. “And, for the record, we hitchhiked because our car broke down and we had a wedding we were trying to get to.”

“Oh, right,” Gilbert snaps his fingers with a sort of awkward nod. “Antonio’s wedding. How could I forget that?” 

“Well, you were drunk for most of the wedding and reception.” They both laugh at that, knowing damn well that it was probably Arthur who should have the fuzzy memory on that one. Gilbert can and probably will always be able to outdrink Arthur. 

Gilbert pulls him closer, muttering against his throat, “You should talk more about your memories, so we can chat about them more…” 

Arthur shivers, stretching out a little. “The same could go for you. If you’re so afraid of forgetting things…” He curls around him and then groans. “My back…”

“Your back, my hips…” Gilbert chuckles lightly. “Let’s buy a motorcycle, like the one I used to have--”

“That thing is why your hips hurt, dear,” Arthur hisses, smacking the back of his head. 

“That accident wasn’t even that bad, and I’ll go to my grave saying that,” Gilbert argues lightly, grinning up at him. 

“I’ll send you to an early grave if you buy another motorcycle,” Arthur tells him sternly. “Enough of that. If we’re up, we better get up. The garden won’t tend itself.” 

He tries to get up, but Gilbert holds onto him, pulling the blankets higher. “Let’s just have a late morning… Argue with me some more about that motorcycle I can’t have.”

Arthur rolls his eyes, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. “Talking about how I’m sentimental…” He can see where Gilbert is coming from, wanting to savor every day now instead of dwelling. He enjoys it, just as much as he enjoys talking about his favorite memories, all the things they can’t do anymore because their bodies won’t allow for it anymore. “Alright… But you’re doing the weeding then.” Gilbert scoffs, pulling the blankets over their heads.

#my shit #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #aph england #hws england #aph prussia #hws prussia #pruk #asks

[ri-ahhh]

good times

things come to a head, as it were. part 3 in this lil trilogy.

warnings: kinda long, almost all smut, probably one of the dirtier things I’ve written in a while

A/N: once again, I apologize this is so long and there’s no keep reading break. Even if tumblr did work on my laptop, my cat chewed up my charger and it’s dead so.. yeah. Sorry again.

***

The next afternoon finds you and Grayson in his car, munching on a lunch of Monty’s and sitting in otherwise companionable silence as Cudi’s album plays quietly from the speakers.

You had slept like a rock the night before. The heat from Grayson’s body in his almost too-comfy bed beneath the fluffy comforter, with his arm slung around your waist to keep you close to him all night, had lulled you off to sleep faster than you can ever remember having done before.

The orgasm might have helped, too. But it was him that had kept you safe and cozy and warm enough to wake up feeling like a new woman.

Enough so that you let him coax you awake in the middle of the sunrise this morning, his eyes puffy but cheeks full as he grinned down at you sleepily and pushed a rogue chunk of hair out of your face. That gruff morning voice convinced you to do the unthinkable — leave the bed and go on a morning jog with him.

“Fine,” you had grumbled, not sounding nearly as sexy as him with your raspy, unused voice. “But you owe me.”

Grayson chuckled, and you felt the dip in the mattress as he stood up and stretched. “Owe you what?”

You cracked an eye open and watched him, the thick muscles all over his body elongating as he lifted his arms over his head with a big yawn. He’s just wearing his underwear, and you’re suddenly very conscious of the fact that you’re similarly dressed in a pair of his boxers and his hoodie he had given you after... everything.

He says your name, and your eyes zip to his handsome face; away from where they had been admiring the perfect curve of his ass in those skin-tight briefs.

“Huh?”

He’s full-on smirking at you, and frustratingly you can feel the flush creep into your cheeks despite yourself. You groan and bury your face in the pillow. “Shut up.”

To your surprise, the bed shifts again as he climbs back onto it on his knees. You turn your head just in time for him to dip down and press his lips to your temple gently.

“I said you can tell me what I owe you after we’re done with our run.” He yanks the covers back, and your disapproving whine turns into a giggly yelp when he smacks your ass lightly. “Chop chop, little onion. Let’s go.”

The run wasn’t bad, even though you had to borrow a pair of shorts and some tennis shoes that were a half size too small for you from Kristina. He let you pick the playlist to play through the speaker on his phone, and you actually enjoyed the rush of crisp morning air around you. But after putting you through a watered-down version of his calisthenics workout after the run, you decided that what he owed you was a nice, juicy vegan burger to replenish yourselves.

“You know what I just realized?”

You’re halfway through sucking a big bite of ice cream off your spoon when he breaks the comfortable quiet between you. Your brows raise in question, and he casually throws another fry into his mouth before continuing, eyeing you through the side of his sunglasses.

“After all we’ve done lately... we’ve never even kissed.”

That throws you for a loop. Your gaze drifts unseeing out the windshield as you consider his observation. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall that happening, either.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you say, pulling the now-clean spoon out of your mouth. You scoop a bit of whipped cream onto it, and slip it in again as you look up at him with a smirk. “At least, not on the lips.”

He gives a little huff of laughter through his nose, accepting the bite of ice cream you offer him. There’s a brief moment of silence as he sits back in his seat a bit and swallows. “We should change that.”

You’re hunting through the cup of milkshake to find the perfect chunk of Oreo when he says it, and you jerk your head in surprise. “Oh.. yeah?”

Grayson nods and smiles. “Yeah.”

You swallow. Why are you suddenly so nervous? “Now?”

He shrugs. “Now. Later. Doesn’t matter. I just think we should.”

“Why?”

What a dumb question, you tell yourself, mentally giving yourself a face-palm. Grayson seems unfazed by it, though, and just keeps looking at you softly as he sucks a bit of salt off his thumb before crumpling up his napkin and stuffing it in the paper bag.

“Just doesn’t sit right with me that I’ve licked your pussy and not — well, your other lips.”

“Grayson!” He’s unbelievable, saying stuff like that so casually. You reach for his tea and take a big chug, feeling your face heat up while he laughs heartily.

“What? It’s true!” He snatches the drink back and takes his own sip, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Are you forgetting that the first time I saw you naked was when you masturbated for me? Don’t get shy on me now, babe.”

You pout at him, annoyed,because he’s right. You don’t even have an explanation for why you’re being like this; one of the reasons you and Gray always got on so well from the beginning is because you had basically no filter with each other, both comfortable with talking about everything from bathroom habits to hookups. But there’s a level of intimacy you now share with him that does, indeed, have you... well, shy. Anxious.

Excited.

Grayson must sense a shift in your energy, or maybe he just notices the way your eyes suddenly can’t stay off his lips, try as they might. He sits the drink in the cup holder, and you both subconsciously shift in your seats to face each other better. His hand reaches out and cups your cheek, his long fingers curling around your jaw and into your hair, his thumb brushing your lower lip gently.

His hazel eyes dart to your mouth, then back to your eyes, and there’s a mutual movement the both of you make toward one another, so that neither could claim or decide who moved first. But suddenly his lips are planted softly on yours — much softer than you would have anticipated for Grayson to be. They’re firm for a second as you both process the moment, but it’s definitely you who quickly lets out a little gasp and shifts just enough so his full bottom lip gets trapped between yours.

His breath is warm as it escapes through his nose, and there’s pure electricity when he pulls you closer with that hand on your face that slides to the back of your neck. Your own hand clutches at his arm as the other uses the console for leverage to push yourself towards him, too, all while you take turns sucking and nipping each other’s lips.

Your mouths are slippery when you finally part for breath, however much later that is. You both sit back in your respective seats, chests heaving a bit as you smile to yourselves and consider how amazing that first kiss was.

“Gray?”

He looks at you, brow raised but swollen lips lifted.

“I don’t want to stop.”

Grayson’s eyes darken, heat smoldering in his gaze as he lets out a deep breath, reaching for your hand. “Fuck. C’mere, please.”

You shake your head, even though your body is screaming to give in to his request and scramble into his lap. “Too busy outside,” you point out, nodding to the hustle and bustle of LA right outside the window.

Grayson sighs again and interlaces your fingers together. “Buckle up, then. Let’s go home.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, and before you know it he’s putting the car in drive and taking off down the road.

“Too bad we’re not in the Tesla,” you say slyly, unlocking your hand from his so you can rub your palm across his lap. You grin when you feel the start of his erection beneath the thin shorts he’s wearing.

“God...” Grayson takes your hand again and kisses the back of it before tangling you’re fingers again and holding them together over the gearshift. “Next time, baby, next time.”

Your heart thrills at the thought of a ‘next time,’ but for now you concentrate on making it home for this time.

By some kind of miracle, there’s hardly any traffic on the way back to the house. The air is electric between you the whole time, and Grayson barely has the car in park once the gate is shut and you’re in the driveway before he’s unbuckling and throwing himself at you.

You welcome his kiss with a moan, sliding your fingers through his thick hair as you welcome his invading tongue past your lips. It slides against yours with practiced ease that has you positively melting into your seat — which you’re made aware you’re still trapped in by the locking of the seatbelt when you try to lunge at him to get even closer.

Grayson grunts, and presses the little red button for you as he rips his mouth away, then leans across your body with his eyes locked on yours the whole time to open the passenger door.

No words are needed; the look you two share does enough talking. You both scramble out of the car, holding hands as soon as you meet again. Grayson leads you to the front door as you hurry behind him, and you follow him past the threshold closely. Luckily, there’s no one between you and his room to stop and ask questions or pass judgments, and the click of his bedroom door is the final barrier you need before you’re on each other like wild rabbits.

You reach hastily for each other’s tops right at the same time, and you both smile quickly. He lets you go first, raising his arms above his head so you can whip his t-shirt off with relative ease, even though you have to go on your tip-toes. You barely get the chance to admire all those smooth muscles before you’re blinded by the fabric of your own shirt.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” Grayson says lowly, admiring your tits in your sports bra for a second before he’s removing that, too. You smile shyly and help him rid you of the constricting garment, throwing it across the room once it’s cleared your head.

“Me too.” He’s pulling out your ponytail next, letting your hair cascade around your shoulders freely. You step back and kick your shoes off while he does the same, tugging off your shorts and underwear as well before jumping back into his arms once you’re both naked.

Grayson groans and hoists you up, and your legs lock around his waist as his lips find your neck. His dick, already completely hard, gets trapped between your hips and his belly, and you rock into it slowly. You sigh with modicum of relief it brings, and your eyes roll back when he bites down at the junction of your shoulder. You thread your fingers tightly into the hair at the back of his head to hold him there. “Fuck... Gray..”

He grunts in response, turning to walk you to the unmade bed you had both vacated just that morning. You cling to him as he lays you down, unwilling to let him go far even though he’s quite literally completely on top of you. He puts enough space between your torsos so he has room to gaze down at you beneath him. Hair fanned out on the pillow, dark red marks already rising to the surface of your skin, breasts full and heaving.

“So beautiful,” he says, sliding a hand up your side, stopping to squeeze your waist, which makes you squirm, before cupping one of your breasts in that calloused palm.

He’s the beautiful one, really. His eyes are soft and sweet, glowing a certain shade of green you’ve only seen a couple of times by now. His muscles bulge, his lips extra pink and puffy. His dick stands tall and thick between you.

He’s almost too much, too perfect. But you can’t let this go any further without making sure he knows what you really want of him, more than anything.

“Gray,” you say his name again, getting his full attention. You grin demurely up at him, and reluctantly take his hand away from where he’s squeezing your tit pleasurably. Eyes locked on his, you kiss his warm palm before murmuring. “I don’t want to stop.”

He looks a little confused, and his thumb strokes your cheekbone slowly. “I know, baby. Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

You nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. But I just — I don’t want to stop ever. I want to be able to have you all the time. Whenever.”

Grayson keeps staring down at you, and you blush furiously even as a smile breaks across his handsome features. “Are you saying you want to be together? Like for real?”

You sigh in relief, and hold his hand still so you can nuzzle your cheek against it. “Yeah. I - you know I suck at words.”

Grayson chuckles and lowers down to his elbows, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his sweet breath against your lips. “I do. It’s fucking adorable.”

Your smile turns wider for a second, but in the next you bite your lip and you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him exactly where he his. Your fingers dip down to blindly trace the lion tattoo on his sinewy back. “Do you - I mean, do you want the same?”

His expression softens, and he stares down at you for a moment before answering you with a gentle kiss.

“Absolutely,” he mumbles against your lips. “Didn’t I just tell you: I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”

“Let’s not waste any more, then,” you whisper heatedly, the drive to become completely consumed by him glaring up in your chest, your belly, your pussy once more.

Grayson seems to be on the same page, because the kiss he meets you with this time is hot and heavy and has you grinding into each other with thick moans and hands all over one another.

You wiggle your hand in the minute space between your bodies to grasp his dick, which is already slick from your juices. You watch his face as you give him slow, steady pumps, swirling the precum around his slit and twisting your fist at the head.

“Want this dick inside me,” you whisper, a fierce edge to your voice that has him biting his lip with a groan and his hips thrusting hard into your hand.

He shakes his head, whether in disbelief or an answer to your demand, you’re not sure. “Lemme eat your pussy again.”

Any other time, you would already be pushing on those broad shoulders, but not now. “The last couple weeks have been enough foreplay, I think. I want all of you, right now.”

He stares deeply into your eyes, as if he’s checking to make sure you’re sure, and you nod at him.

Grayson sighs and slips his hand down to join yours, wrapping around your slimmer one to guide him inside you together. You both inhale sharply, and let go of his cock as he sinks deeper, eyes locked once again while he slides home.

“God... damn,” he whispers harshly, tucking his hand behind your neck and dragging you up the short distance to meet his mouth.

You whine in return against his lips and hitch your knees higher up his waist, rubbing his back comfortingly as you both acclimate to him being inside you for the first time. He’s already stretching you out better than anyone has before, made even more intense by the fact that it’s Grayson in you, on you, around you.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg sweetly, the pet name slipping past your lips with surprising ease.

You nip and suckle his earlobe, moaning loudly when he obeys and pulls out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt slowly.

Grayson builds a rhythm like that, steady and perfect as he follows your cues to give you exactly what you want. When you whimper for him to fuck you harder, he sits up just enough to hook your knees over his elbows, then leans down over your body once again to thrust into you with an even better angle with better leverage.

“You want it like that?” he asks shakily, his voice gruff and full of sex as he pumps in and out of your pussy with dangerously smooth, even strokes that have you crying out his name in answer. Your hands claw at his thick, round shoulders, nails digging into the snake head and the bird feathers inked into his golden skin “Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good. So fuckin wet, baby.”

You force your eyes open and stare at his flushed face, admiring the sweat clinging to his chest and brow and the way his chain dangles between you. One of your hands leaves his shoulder and hooks a finger into the silver, using it to tug him down for a deep, wet kiss that has your toes curling in the air.

The angle change has you gasping against his mouth, your lips dropping open against his as you tell him desperately, “Right there, right there...” and slide your hand between your bodies to rub the perfect slow circles on your clit.

He must feel you getting tighter around him, because he groans into your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside to meet yours sloppily. “Oh my god, baby, you gonna cum? Huh?”

You let your loud, breathy cries be his answer, until your moaning out his name as you clamp vice-like around his dick.

Grayson’s hand knocks yours out of the way when he feels it falter, and he takes over for you so you can ride out the bliss without distractions. He slows his thrusts inside you, until your breath has calmed down some and the flutters of your pussy fade away.

You open your eyes to find him enthralled by your blissful features, and smile up at him tiredly. Grayson lets your legs fall from his arms, and you wrap them instead around his waist, your hands finding the sweaty planes of his back. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah?” Grayson smirks down at you. His hands find your breasts and squeeze them, his thumbs rubbing your nipples, before letting one hand travel up to your jaw. He slips his thumb past your lips, letting you suck on it with pure seduction in your eyes as your hips twitch beneath his.

“Your turn,” you murmur, arching your back when he sits up to his knees and takes hold of your waist. You thrust your arms beneath your pillow, letting your tits bounce enticingly with every hard thrust he gives you in search of his own release. His eyes flit impatiently between where his glistening cock is disappearing over and over inside your swollen pussy, to your chest, to your pretty face begging him with both eyes and quiet whispers to let you have it.

It doesn’t take long for him to let out a guttural growl and pull out quickly, jerking off over your stomach as he shoots ropes up your torso. You hum contently and take over for him, thoroughly enjoying the warm liquid white streaking up your skin as you watch him fall apart.

Grayson collapses next to you weakly, chest heaving as he comes back down to earth. You grin and slide over to snuggle up to him, kissing his pec when he throws a heavy arm over your shoulders to hold you there as best he can in the moment.

You give him the time he needs, until he’s turning his head and coaxing your lips to his. You indulge him for a moment, then pull away with a low hum.

“We should shower,” you suggest with a happy sigh. You look down at your tummy and breasts, chuckling. “Your cum kind of got everywhere.”

Grayson laughs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You smirk and grab his hand, using his own finger to collect a streak that’s managed to stay almost completely on your skin, scooping it up and sucking it into your mouth with your eyes on his. You give him a wink.

“Won’t be the last, either.”

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb #smut #grayson dolan smut

[fi-chanwrites]

:o omg could i get some hcs of todoroki and kaminari and maybe aizawa with a s/o who's sleep schedule's gone all kinds of weird bc of quarantine? thank u!

AHHHH MY FIRST BNHA IM EXCITED.

Quarantine = No Sleep

Todoroki Shoto

Lets be real, this boy would keep the most regular sleep schedule

he is in bed for 11pm every night and awake for 6 am every morning

he would wake up and text you every morning to check if you were asleep. You never are.

You phone him as soon as he’s awake so you can talk to him before you sleep the day.

always fall asleep on the phone and h/e finds it absolutely adorable.

“are you not getting enough (y/n)-chan? That’s bad for you, you need to get regular sleep to function properly.”

“But shooooo, I don’t need to function properly... its quarantine”

“(y/n) it is 6 in the morning, please get some sleep darling”

“WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, COS SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK” Todoroki sighed down the phone, making you let out a giggle before yawning,

“plus I wanna talk to you more Sho, I’ve missed you” the little pout that adorned your lips made Todoroki weak, he couldn’t help but smile at you.

He saw your eyelids starting to close and heard your breathing even out, you were finally going to sleep. The cycle continued for days, you would call him when he first woke up and he had to convince you to sleep but it would be a bold faced lie if he said he didn’t love seeing your sleepy face every morning.

Kaminari Denki

We all know this boy is in the exact same boat as you.

Like he’s the one who’s been keeping you up til like 2 am on video calls

“don’t go to bed yet, I’ll miss you” complete with a pouty face and everything, like who can say no to that.

If you’re not talking on the phone then you’re texting eachother, texting “Good morning” even if its 5pm for you...

Both of you are vibing with bags under your eyes, living your best/worst lives

“are you falling asleep? its only 5am, thats weak”

“shut up Denki I’m tired lemme sleep for once”

You two would fall asleep on ft almost every night, like you’ll fall asleep and he just won’t hang up. He finds your breathing calming and it lulls him to sleep himself

“How long have we been on call now baby?” you asked him, yawning which just drove your point forward.

“ummm it says eight hours bumble bee” he smirked, already knowing that you were about to fall asleep again.

About five minutes later you were out like a light, Denki laid the phone near his pillow on his bed. All he could hear were the soft rises and falls of your chest as you breathed heavily. It was five in the morning on a Monday, normally the twoof you would have to be up in only an hour but of course quarantine ruined that.

He missed seeing you in person everyday, being able to hold you close and kiss you, but he would have to deal with seeing you through a screen for a little while longer.

He fell asleep, content with the idea that he would be able to speak to you again tomorrow, listening to your calm breath as his lullaby

Aizawa Shouta

Living with this man, he is so done with your shit, like he can hear you crying over anime at 3am and he’s just like “wtf am I dating?”

Will stay up with over weekends when he has marking to do.

Honestly relies on your ditzy, sleep deprived state to keep him entertained while he’s working.

You’re legit sleeping the day away while he’s busy working because you’ve been let off work completely for the time being.

He’d just be spooning with you, unable to sleep because you’re still on fuckin tiktok

man is ready to throw your phone across the room, he just wants to cuddle his girlfriend dammit

Aizawa turned over to cuddle into your back only to be greeted by the glow of your phone screen, and your shoulders shaking from your silent giggles.

“You should be asleep by now kitten” he mumbled into your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin slightly, his lips tickling you with each movement.

“Just one more... I promise” 

“(y/n) you said that an hour ago too, and you will continue saying it until its morning, then you’ll just sleep all day and I won’t have anyone to keep me company”

You sighed rolling over to face him, burying your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Fine I’ll go to sleep... I love you” 

“ I love you too idiot”

Tagging: @gulfwanq @happynoodle

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[confused-stars]

They say the 'L-word' less than a month into knowing each other.

They were just hanging out down by the river with a paper bag full of pastries, and watching the clouds in the sky until it's time for dinner. Oboro is reluctant to get up, but he does, and Hizashi stays put - he has the shorter way home, he can enjoy the last rays of sun a little while longer.

"Bye, Zashi," Oboro says, waving down at him.

Hizashi smiles. "Bye, Obo, love you."

There's a split second of silence, before Oboro laughs. "I love you, too, idiot."

He nudges Hizashi with his foot, and then runs off when Hizashi lets out an indignant squawk with only a hint of his quirk.

Hizashi lies back down in the grass with a happy, warm feeling in his stomach that is definitely not butterflies.

___

Two months into knowing each other, Oboro regularly gives Hizashi piggyback rides.

That one started after a particularly rough day at training that left Hizashi feeling like his legs were about to give out from running so much. Oboro would usually just transport him on a convenient cloud, but he'd overused his quirk that day, so old-fashioned piggyback it was. And once they started, and Hizashi noticed how warm Oboro is and how nice his hair smells and how broad his shoulders are... well, why stop?

It's a regular occurrence now, to see Oboro racing down the halls with Hizashi on his back, laughing and cheering for him to go faster. Oboro insists it's good training. Hizashi just enjoys not having to walk... and drawing attention doesn't hurt, either.

___

Four months into knowing each other, they start holding hands.

They're in Hizashi's room when it first happens. The music is, for once, turned down, and they've long since gotten distracted from their homework in legal studies. It's Oboro's weak point, all the tiny details to pay attention to, and the memorization, so of course Hizashi offered to help. He's good with words, even if it's legal jargon. But, this is even more important.

"No, look." Hizashi repeats the sign for the fifth time. "Like that. You need to crook your fingers more when you move them that way."

Oboro tries to imitate him again, and Hizashi fights the urge to laugh at how clumsy he is. Oboro is really trying to learn a second language here, mainly for Hizashi's sake, and that's sweet of him.

Hizashi reaches out for his hand and does the movement with him. "There. Like that." Oboro's hand is warm and strong and slightly calloused from battle training, and Hizashi's is small around it. He lets go and Oboro does the sign again.

"... eh, it'll do," Hizashi decides. He shuffles closer to Oboro and pulls one of their textbooks across the carpet. "Now, we really gotta get on this if you wanna understand a word in class tomorrow." He twirls his pencil in his hand, a soothing, repetitive movement, swishing it from side to side.

Oboro's hand closes around Hizashi's free one, and Hizashi just smiles, humming happily to himself as he leans over the book and begins to go through his notes again.

___

Five months into knowing each other, they start kissing.

Hizashi is curled into Oboro on the Yamadas' living room couch late at night. The rest of the house is already asleep, but as long as they keep it down, Hizashi's parents don't mind them staying up a bit longer. They'll migrate to Hizashi's room eventually, but it's just so comfortable here. Hizashi could just about doze off like this. Oboro makes for the perfect pillow.

"Hey, Zashi?"

Hizashi hums in question, bleary eyes half-looking at the tv screen through smudged glasses.

"... you ever think about what it'd be like to kiss Aizawa?"

Oh. Hizashi blinks. "Uh... yeah. Sometimes." It doesn't feel weird talking about this, though he thinks maybe it should? But this is Oboro. His best friend. Co-parent of the brain cell. They share everything, always.

Oboro runs a hand through Hizashi's hair, still damp from the shower he took earlier while Oboro was charming his family as always. He fits into their house so seamlessly that Hizashi's sister has joked about how one of them might as well marry him, to which Oboro blushed incessantly in a way that was... well, Hizashi wishes he'd taken a picture so he could look at it again.

"I've never kissed anyone before," Oboro says thoughtfully, "I wonder if I'd be any good at it."

Hizashi peeks up at him over the rim of his glasses, which means all he sees is a blur of tan and blue. "Yeah, me neither. Is that something you need to practice to get good at?" It would make sense. Hizashi has no idea what kissing is supposed to be like.

Oboro seems to contemplate that for a moment. Or maybe he's just sleepy. "Maybe? I think enthusiasm counts for a lot though."

Hizashi snorts. "That's your go to for everything, O." He wonders if Aizawa would want to kiss either of them. He doesn't seem the type to be interested in much of anyone, but he's just closed off in general. They've been breaking down his walls slowly.

"... so..." Hizashi says slowly, "If either of us gets to kiss Aizawa, shouldn't we be prepared?"

Oboro nods, as always following his train of thought. "He is pretty hard to impress."

Hizashi reluctantly shifts in Oboro's arms, turning to face him properly. "So... practice?"

Oboro's smile is sleepy and soft, and Hizashi finds that he doesn't mind kissing it away at all.

___

Six months into knowing each other, they realize.

Hizashi is sitting on Oboro's lap, snuggled into his broad chest because even though it's Summer, the night is getting a bit cold. Not to mention the bugs he's skillfully avoiding this way.

Shouta - because finally, finally he's allowing them Shouta - is sitting next to them, curled into himself and staring into the fire.

It's their last night at training camp, so they're finally allowed to stay up late, and though they're all exhausted, none of them wants to admit defeat and go to sleep. There's been a lull in conversation once people ran out of ghost stories to tell, and now they're all just sitting in comfortable silence. Enjoying each other's company.

Hizashi is humming under his breath, but it's quiet enough that only Oboro can hear. He's got a stick that he's peeling, tossing bits of bark and wood into the fire every now and then.

Oboro's arm is warm against his shoulders. Hizashi feels like he could nod off any second.

If they never become heroes, and instead stay frozen in this moment forever, he'd be perfectly content.

He's not sure he's ever felt properly content before.

When he looks up at Oboro, he finds his best friend is watching Shouta with an entirely too soft expression on his face. Hizashi follows his gaze, and he's pretty sure a moment later he's sporting the same expression.

Shouta's face is lit a gentle orange by the flickering campfire, a barely there smile on his face that shows how happy he is. Here. With them. Where he belongs.

The light makes his features seem even softer, smoothing them out where they've grown a little sharper recently, and reflecting as a glimmer in his dark eyes.

He's stunning.

There's strands of hair falling into his face as usual, and before Hizashi can go through with tucking them behind his ear, there's already an arm being lifted to do just that.

Hizashi watches as Shouta turns his head and blinks at Oboro in surprise. His cheeks are tinged slightly pink, but that might be the heat from the fire.

"Lemme braid your hair, Sho," Hizashi finds himself saying, speech slurring a little with sleepiness.

Shouta's mouth twists downwards. "You're barely awake. That's a terrible idea."

"Oh, ye of little faith," Hizashi says, a little dramatically, and makes grabby hands at Shouta.

With a sigh, Shouta complies and turns his back to them.

Hizashi takes the strands Oboro just tucked back and begins braiding them along the side of Shouta's head, the fire giving barely enough light for him to see his work. But his hands are experienced and sure, and the familiar motion is soothing.

"You have... nice hair. Soft," Oboro says, interrupted by a yawn, "Not like Zashi's. The gel ruins it."

Hizashi shoves at him with his shoulder. "Not all of us can have cotton candy on our heads."

Shouta snorts a laugh, and Hizashi beams, because those are rare enough and they're delightful to listen to.

"Go out with us," he finds himself saying before he can stop himself. And isn't that on brand, Yamada? He bites his lip. Shouta is frozen, still with his back turned to them. "I... I mean, only if you'd like that? Or if you only wanna go out with one of us, that'd be fine, too?"

He feels Oboro's hand on his shoulder and leans into the contact, quieting down.

"Sho?" Oboro asks gently, "You... okay?"

Hizashi feels terrible. He shouldn't have asked like that. Especially since some of their classmates are definitely listening in on this now. Should've waited. Should've planned this better, talked it through with Oboro, because they were fine talking about dating Shouta in theory, but what if Oboro's not fine with sharing? What if he'll want to be with Shouta and then Hizashi won't get to cuddle him and hold his hand and kiss him anymore? Because Shouta would be doing that, then. Like a boyfriend does.

"... with both of you?" Shouta's turned around now, eyes moving between their faces. There's... mainly just confusion in there.

"Yeah?" Oboro laughs a little, but Hizashi can tell it's nervous. "We've both liked you for a while, and we share everything else anyway! Not that you're an object to be shared, yikes, could've worded that better, huh? But, anyway, the point is-"

This time Hizashi is the one to stop Oboro's rambling, though not entirely on purpose. He just buries his face against his shoulder, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Somehow, that gets Oboro to stop talking. A warm hand draws soothing circles on Hizashi's back.

"But..." Shouta still sounds so confused. "But you two are... happy together?"

That gets Hizashi's head to jerk up. "Together?" he echoes.

Oboro makes a soft noise of surprise. "Shouta... Zashi and I aren't dating."

Shouta's eyebrows draw together. "You make out all the time. You're always holding hands. I've heard you say 'I love you' to each other."

"Well, yeah, but..." Oboro seems to be processing this. Hizashi isn't faring much better.

"That's just a best friend thing!" is what he comes up with.

Shouta... Shouta buries his face in his hands.

"Are you fucking serious?" someone's voice comes from their right, and Hizashi doesn't even care to identify it.

Because Shouta is right.

He looks up at Oboro. "Hey... hey, O?"

Oboro nods numbly.

"Are we dating?"

Another slow nod, and a half-shrug that seems to signal 'I guess?' in Oboro-code.

Hizashi isn't sure what to do about that so he shoots him finger guns. "Rad."

"... you're fucking kidding." Ah. Shouta's back with them. He's glaring, but he also seems to just be in general despair. "You didn't know? Everyone else knew!"

"... everyone?" Hizashi asks.

"Everyone!" comes another voice from the void.

Hizashi wants to sink into the floor and die. Instead, he finds himself hidden by a convenient cloud, shielding the three of them from the rest of their class, and he leans his burning face against the welcomingly cool, soft surface.

"I'm going to live in a cloud forever," Oboro speaks his thoughts out loud, "I'm going to lift myself up into the sky and become one with them."

Shouta laughs again. "Wow. I knew you two were idiots, but this... this is insane."

"Do you find our suffering funny, Shouta?" Hizashi speaks into the cloud.

"Very," Shouta confirms, almost cheerful in his tone of voice.

"Okay," Oboro says, "Okay, so we've established Zashi and I are boyfriends. But you, dearest Shouta, are dodging the question. Will you or will you not join us for our first official date night?"

Shouta huffs. "Obviously. You two can't function even slightly without me."

Hizashi peels his face out of the cloud. "Seriously?" Well, then... who even cares about his embarrassment anymore?

"Yeah, seriously," Shouta says. Then, quieter: "Dumbass."

Hizashi gasps in mock-offense, and Oboro starts laughing so hard his quirk slips away from him and the cloud dissipates. Hizashi glares at both of them. "Oh, I see how it is. Two boyfriends means twice the bullying."

"I bullied you before," Shouta points out.

Oboro takes in a breath of air, still slightly shaking with laughter. "Yeah, but now you can also shut him up with kisses. A whole new world!"

Shouta seems to contemplate that for a moment. Then he nods. "Acceptable."

Hizashi thinks so, too.

#putting it both on here and on ao3 #eeeyy finally putting bnha stuff on that account #and of course it's Them #cloudmic #erasercloudmic #i write things

[rallis-fatalis]

The Siren

Even the Legends' Guild has some legends of its own, and not just in the form of the guild members there. Adam and Rallis hear rumors of a songstress that roams the Guild at night and lulls everyone into a deep slumber, and decide to get to the bottom of the mystery right in their own backyard.

The Legends' Guild was bustling with people this morning. Legends ran back and forth delivering reports, or discussed their mission plans over breakfast, or looked over the boring jobs posted on the notice board that anyone could take and as such held no real appeal. It was here the great Legend Adam Kananga Neeson stood, perusing the details of countless missions up for grabs. They really were nothing special, and he wanted something with at least a hint of challenge to see his new partner's skills in action.

It hadn't been long since he had met the wild card that was Rallis Fatalis, the famous dragon lady of the Legends' Guild, in the flesh. After they agreed to join forces and make a team, and after taking time to recover from their Wilderness excursion, they had only done a few small tasks to get to know each other and learn the other's skills. Currently, Adam was looking for another task where they could do just that.

A loud yawn broke his concentration as his partner in question shuffled beside him. That was something he learned quickly. The dragon had no concept of a sleep schedule and woke up and napped whenever she wanted. Adam had already had breakfast and prepared for the day before she had even strolled downstairs.

She yawned again and rocked on the balls of her feet. "Good morning," she sang. "Whatchu doing?"

"Looking for something to do," he replied. "You should probably eat before I pick something. It's already getting late."

"The sun isn't even all the way up yet! It's not late!" She ran off and grabbed an apple and quickly came back. She picked the stem off and tossed it aside before downing the apple in a single bite, core and all. "Besides, it looks like everyone woke up late and on the wrong side of the bed. They're all grumpy!"

"Probably because the lodgings are too fucking small to get a decent sleep," Adam growled. If he bumped his head on the ceiling of that broom closet excuse of a bedroom one more damn time, he was going to take his sword and get physical with the support beams. He looked over to the tables and Rallis was right. It seemed most of the Legends downstairs today were tired, pissy, or both. There were arguments over the simplest things, like who in the party would get the last bite of bacon or who would get to choose the job of the day. People shoved each other as they walked and glared at each other, practically begging for a fight. Even the people standing at the job board with them didn't seem like they wanted to be there.

"How odd. Why is everyone in a foul mood today?"

"Because the Siren has been gone for weeks."

Adam and Rallis turned to find Radimus walking up to pin more notices to the board. "Hello and excuse me, you two," he greeted as he got to work. Rallis gave a bouncy hello and Adam helped him with his paper stack.

"'The Siren,' sir?" Adam questioned.

"Oh, you haven't heard of her? I'm surprised! You've been here long enough to have had the chance to at least hear her once!"

Rallis hopped into the conversation excitedly. "I didn't know we had a siren! I've heard they're super pretty and sing super nice! Tell us more, please!"

"The Siren of the Legends' Guild," Radimus continued. "She appears only at night to sing in the garden. Her otherworldly songs bring sleep to everyone who listens, the beautifully stunning sound enchanting all to fall into a deep slumber. It doesn't take long for the music to take effect, and thus no one has ever seen her. She has been singing here on random nights for almost half a year now, and even though she has been here for so long, no one can predict when she will arrive and sing. I have no interest in finding her."

"Why not?" Adam asked. "Sirens can be extremely dangerous, if you choose to believe the tales. And we aren't terribly far from an ocean..."

"Well, none of my Legends have gone missing or drowned at the Witchaven docks so I'm confident that we'll all be fine. Honestly, I rather appreciate her song. Best rest I've ever had. I'm sure everyone else would tell you the same." He pinned the last job to the board with a smile. "Now that's done! So long you two!" He grabbed another handful of snacks before returning to his office.

Rallis scooted between Adam and the board, eyes sparkling with determination. "Adam we gotta find the siren!"

"We have to do no such thing," he retorted. "We don't need to go near anything that dangerous."

"But I love pretty music! I want to meet someone who can sing so nicely they make everyone sleep and feel better! Maybe she can teach me how to do that too!"

"You have heard what they can do, right? They lure sailors with their song and drown them! And we're right next to an ocean! Hell, if I remember correctly a siren is what caused Witchaven to turn so desolate and ruined."

"Well isn't it a good thing I'm not a sailor and I know how to swim! I'm gonna find her and tell her to sing and make everyone feel better!"

Adam pulled a job off the board. "Not right now you're not. Right now we're helping the Ardougne zoo with some escaped monkeys. Now go get ready."

__________________________________

Later that evening, once everyone had returned for the night and readied for bed, Rallis perched herself on the windowsill of their little closet sized room and stared at the garden a couple storeys below. She had a view of some of the large shady trees but that was about it. She wouldn't see much even if she wanted to. Adam sighed as he finished getting ready for bed.

"Get to sleep, Rallis. Don't waste the night trying to look for some fairy tale."

"But I wanna see her! Even just once!"

Adam rolled his eyes and turned the light off. "When you're tired tomorrow because you didn't go to bed, I don't want to hear any complaining."

She pulled the chair over, wrapped her blanket around herself, and got comfy. "You know, I used to sit in the garden at night too before I met you. Sometimes I'd sleep out there too. It reminded me a little bit of home. It's really nice to watch the stars and sleep under the willow tree by the pond. I was out there all the time! I wonder why I never saw her."

"Maybe she doesn't like someone sharing her stage. And perhaps she doesn't like nosy dragons trying to watch her performance. There's a reason people have only heard her and never seen her."

Rallis gasped. "You might be right! She knows I'm watching! If I pretend to sleep but listen for her, maybe she'll come!" She dove to the rug on the floor and curled up tightly in her blanket, ears trained toward the window.

"Is the siren Santa now?" Adam teased.

"Shhh!" she hushed. "I'm trying to listen!"

Adam snickered under his breath. "Have fun then. Good night."

The next morning was the same as before. Sleepy grumpy Legends stalked the hallways, going through the motions with added yawns. Rallis had fallen asleep, much to her disappointment, but upon seeing everyone else still tired she knew she hadn't failed her mission. Days passed and they played out the same. Rallis would wait for the siren until she fell asleep, and the next morning would reveal she had never come. Rallis was growing more disappointed by the day, and she settled on a plan that she kept to herself. That night, she would sleep in the garden and keep watch! She would do it every night until she met the siren! All she had to do was sneak out once Adam had fallen asleep. It was perfect!

She would begin her vigil tonight, and she'd meet the siren for sure!

That night, far into the wee hours of the day before the sun rose and the moon fell, Adam woke with a stretch. The accursed 3am desire for a drink. He knew he should've had more water before bed. He kicked the covers off and shuffled to the door, careful not to wake Rallis. He tried his best to find his way in the dark, but something underfoot made him slip with a trip, man yelping as he fell to the ground on his butt. He cursed and hissed and grabbed whatever had made him trip. It was Rallis' blanket, but there was no Rallis.

'Where did she run off to this late at--?'

A beautiful quiet sound broke the silence of night. It was faint and gentle, almost hidden by the chirps of the crickets.

'What is that?'

He walked closer to the window and the sound grew slightly clearer and louder. It sounded like singing, quiet singing in a foreign language. And it was coming from the garden below.

'The siren!' Adam jolted awake fast, grabbed his sword, and ran down the stairs. Had she lured Rallis into her clutches?! It was time to see just what this songstress of a monster looked like and stop her!

He slipped through the doors of the main hall and made his way to the garden entrance. The singing was louder now, though only slightly. It sounded like this siren was singing more to herself right now than for others. He slowly crept deeper into the garden and closer to the noise.

The song grew more clear as he walked, and with every step he took, it grew louder, and his footsteps grew slower. His stealthy steps grew sloppier and shuffled in the grass. His sword grew heavy and he could hardly find the strength to pick it up. His eyelids began to slide shut and his body grew tired.

'What the hell... is going on?'

Adam turned a corner around a row of bushes and someone was there, sitting under a tree! He couldn't quite make out what, the tree's shadow obscuring the figure. He tried to call out but all that came out of his mouth was a yawn. He dropped his sword, his eyes fell shut, and he collapsed in the grass listening to the beautiful sound of music.

His rest didn't last long.

"Wake up! Wake up, Adam!" Someone was calling his name and shaking him. "Get up before I scratch you!" A nasty pinprick of a scratch on his cheek jolted him awake. He shot up from the grass with a start. His wake up call had been Rallis. She smiled as she sat in the grass in front of him. "Hello sleepy head!"

"Rallis? What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for the siren! I've been out here all night! I thought I heard her walking this way but turns out it was just you. Why are you here?"

"The siren!" he shouted. "She's here! I heard her singing! It was coming from the garden and I came to investigate."

Rallis chirped in confusion. "I didn't hear anything and I've got much better ears. The only singing out here was--"

A window overhead slammed open and a grumpy tired looking older man stuck his face out the window. "Would yee do me tha' favor of shutting the hell up! Do yee 'ave any idea the time o' night it is?! How can I be expected to sleep with all this ruckus!"

Rallis' ears drooped. "Sorry Mister Tony. We'll be quiet now."

The man harrumphed and slammed his window shut. Rallis stuck her tongue out. "Grumpy old gardener."

"The gardener?"

"Yeah. Tony is the gardener that takes care of everything. He hates me because I wake him up when I come out here at night. He doesn't like any kind of music or singing, the ornery fun-hating grump! I call him Tony the tone-deaf."

"Singing! Right!" Adam quietly exclaimed. "I heard singing! It's the siren!"

"I didn't hear anything other than you. The only one singing out here was me."

Adam slowly blinked at her. "...What?"

"I was getting tired keeping watch so I sang to myself to wake back up! I thought I was being super quiet though. I didn't mean for anyone to hear me."

"So you were the only one singing?" he confirmed. "You didn't hear anyone else?"

Rallis shook her head and Adam face-palmed with a groan of realization.

"Then tell me, why did I fall asleep to the song that you, not the siren, but you were singing?"

"Because you were tired...?" the dragon tried.

"For Saradomin's sake Rallis, no! You're the damn siren!"

Her cheeks went red. "Huh?! But! Everyone who hears her says her songs are beautiful! Mine aren't beautiful! And her songs are so peaceful they can calm anyone and put them to sleep. I don't sound that good at all! Momma sings like that, not me."

An idea came to Adam. "Sing for me. Right now." Rallis squawked in protest. "Sing like you just were. If I start to fall asleep, that will prove I'm right!"

Rallis covered her blushing face. "I can't sing with an audience! I only did that twice and I never want to do that again."

"Then I'll turn away and close my eyes." Adam did just that, waiting for her to begin.

Rallis whined. She hated singing in front of anyone other than... She supposed she could just pretend Adam was him then. She very quietly began to sing, a gentle calming tune of chirps and trills. Her voice was as soft as silk and sweeter than honey, and it made his head heavy with sleep. He started to nod off and Rallis noticed.

"You're just playing along!" she interrupted.

Adam let out another huge yawn. "I swear I'm not. Believe it or not, you're the Siren of the Legends' Guild. You've even been here long enough for it to make sense. Didn't Radimus say it started about half a year ago? If I remember correctly, that's around the time the report on Kreathkren was published."

Rallis' entire face turned bright red as she came to the realization that her friend was right. "This is so embarrassing. To think all those people like my singing so much they can't even sleep without it!" She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Or maybe drown at the bottom of the pond. Either worked. "Why doesn't Tony like it then?"

"Rallis, he's tone-deaf. To him it probably sounds like you're a screeching bird."

The dragon sighed and rubbed some of the red from her cheeks. "I guess I'll make everyone have a nice sleep then! It's been a while. You should cover your ears or something so you don't pass out again."

"Way ahead of you." He pressed a finger into each ear. "I'll be back upstairs. Good night and see you tomorrow, Miss Siren."

Rallis stuck her tongue out at his comment and giggled once he left. She still couldn't believe so many people liked her singing. She smiled and walked back to her favorite spot under the willow by the pond and began to sing. Everyone would have a good sleep and be so nice tomorrow.

A familiar window slammed open and an angry old voice broke her song. "WILL YEE SHUT UP?!"

Well, everyone except Tony.

#oc tag #my writes #osrs #runescape