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kkusuka · 3 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #my brain went brrrrrrr #this is kinda all over the place #kinda bad but whatever

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todorokichills · 3 years

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Could you do Akutagawa and Atsushi with a S/o who’s addicted to pokémon? like they have all the games and a complete nerds about it 💀💀

Akutagawa & Atsushi with a s/o who's addicted to Pokémon

A/N: Thank you for the request! You called my childhood out with this sjsjs 💀

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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

When you and Akutagawa planned for him to come over to your house to watch a movie, he expected your house to be a normal, pleasant home.

He NEVER expected there to be a bookshelf with all 122 and yes I did search that up games of Pokémon next to your tv

He thought that those were the movies you two were gonna watch 🤡

“So Y/N, are those supposed to be the movies we're gonna watch?”

You were in the kitchen getting the snacks for the movie and turned around only to find yourself in utter embarrassment when you saw Akutagawa examining your collection which was dusted and wiped down might I add

“O-Oh! That's nothing! It's just... a collection of video games I collected as a kid...”

Akutagawa eyed your collection, confused but also fascinated that you had gotten your hands on all these games as a kid.

“What’s Pokémon, if I may ask?”

You gasped, surprised that you hadn’t blabbed about Pokémon to him yet.

“Y-you don't know what Pokémon is!? It's a show and a game! It's been around since about... 1996! At first, it was a card game but then it was made into a show and the show had a guy named Ash Ketchum who never grew past the age of 12 but overall I've loved it for a long time! Leading up to me collecting all the cards and video games! Ooh, I should show you my cards! Hold on, I'll be right back!”

Akutagawa was questioning your love for him at that point- you had been this dedicated since you were little? He was...

Amazed

Akutagawa didn’t have a good childhood, so he couldn’t get things like this.

He also still had a childish attitude at times; these being one of those moments

“Akutagawa, I’m back! Ok, so I have a Charizard card but there’s a gold one and I haven’t gotten my hands on it yet which sucks- Oh, Akutagawa do you want to play the games?”

Akutagawa had found your old GameBoy and was playing Pokémon Silver- he seemed like he was having fun.

A soft and relaxed expression on his face determined to find that damn secret passage.

When you walked into the room, he turned his head to you with a light shade of pink spread across his face; which made you laugh.

“Do you wanna play them? I have a GameCube I can hook up to the TV.”

“I-I would like that”

You hooked up the GameCube to the TV and you Akutagawa played Pokémon Colosseum and Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness until the both of you fell asleep.

Atsushi Nakajima

Guys look at this header I found of Atsushi omfg-

Moving on- You had decided to bring your Gameboy to the Agency along with Pokémon blue and red in case you had finished all your reports (which was what usually happened)

As expected, that's exactly what happened, you had finished all your reports for the day.

You were planning to just help Atsushi with his reports to spend time with him, but he was out getting Dazai that bandaged lazy ass

Instead, you pulled out your Gameboy, inserted Pokémon Red, and played away to kill the time.

A few hours had flown by and Atsushi had finally come back with Dazai and he was just longing to hug you

Damn it y'all are making me simp for him stop it

“Hey Y/N I'm back- Hey, what's that? It looks cool! Is it a new phone?”

Another man with a childhood that was so bad to the point where he didn't even know what a GameBoy was ;-;

You didn’t expect Atsushi to be here yet I mean, finding Dazai is a pretty hard task

“H-Huh? Oh, Hey Sushi’, you found Dazai that quick? I think you’ve hit a new record?”

Though, catching Dazai within 2 hours should be a world record-

“Haha, funny. Seriously though, he had me all over Yokohama- By the way, what’s that?”

He was pointing at the Gameboy in your hands,

“Oh, this? It’s a Gameboy and I'm playing Pokémon on it, why?”

Atsushi was rather confused, he had never heard of Pokémon

“W-what’s Pokémon?”

You gasped, how in the hell did he not know what Pokémon was? How have you not blabbed off about it with him? You felt like you’ve failed your duty to the Pokémon gods- I’m joking with you guys

“OhmygodhowdoyounotknowwhatPokémonis?! I could've sworn we talked about it! Ok, so, Pokémon is a card game/a game on Gameboys, Nintendo’s, and I think GameCubes. It was created around 1996? Yeah, 1996- and I’ve played since I was a little kid. I even have all the games, cards, and some figurines! OH MY GOD, I SHOULD SHOW YOU MY COLLECTION- Atsushi you need to see it, it’s so cool!”

You sure knew A LOT about this game huh?

Atsushi was rather interested in the cards and you had a collection? He was in absolute awe

Not to mention that your eyes light up whenever you talk about it,

You bet he wanted to know more about something you love, all to just see the beautiful expression you get when you talk about it.

#bungo stray dogs headcanons #atsushi x reader #bungo stray dogs atsushi #bsd atsushi #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #pokémon #akutagawa x reader #bsd akutagawa #request

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: It’s the Christmas season and Loki still has much to learn. Thankfully, he has his favorite little mortal to teach him all about it. Warnings: just straight fluff A/N: Alright, it’s December, and you know what that means: time for Christmas fics! Hope you enjoy my first installment for the holiday season. Happy reading folks :)

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiant @lunarmoon8 @twhiddlestonsstuff @lokistan @thelokiimaginechroniclesficrecs

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

It was bizarre, thought Loki, how seemingly overnight the world was lit up with red and green everything. Lights, wreaths, trees, inflatable decorations; you name it, and Loki could spot it from any corner in NYC. Everyone he passed seemed to be filled with joy, ready to start singing at any second. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Normally, people would give him the side-eye, but lately they passed by with a quick nod or wave. Loki doubted it had little to do with him and much more to do with the Christmas spirit floating in the air.

Ah, Christmas. He knew a decent amount about it, but had never paid too much mind to it. After all, it wasn’t like he ever really planned on living on Midgard. It was just the way things worked out. Now he wished he’d taken a bit more of an interest, for this fat, bearded, old man in a red suit made very little sense to him. And yet, he was everywhere this time of year. Though he could have asked any one of the Avengers about it, he refused to risk being teased. It should be easy enough to learn about if he truly desired to.

Loki marveled at the world in a sort of confused awe as he walked back to the Tower. This time of the year on Midgard, while so disagreeable to many, was perfectly fine with him. The bitter cold of the city at wintertime barely even felt like a summer breeze to him. One of the perks of being a perpetually cold frost giant, he supposed, was that you didn’t notice the freezing temperatures. As for those who did, well, he didn’t get why those silly little mortals didn’t just go somewhere warmer. You’d explained to him, once, that not everyone could afford to just pack up and move as they could on Asgard. A terrible shame, he thought, and he wished that he could do something to help, not that he would ever admit it. Feeling particularly generous, he dropped a one hundred-dollar bill in one of those collection bins that always popped up this time of year. It was guarded by yet another one of those strange, bearded men ringing a bell.

Hugging his so dark-green-it-was-almost-black peacoat to him, he rounded the final corner to get back home. Much like his gloves, it was more for style than anything else. Besides, no need to draw more attention to himself by dressing too lightly in the winter weather. Taking one last glance at the world around him, Loki pushed through the doors of the Avengers Tower.

“What in the Nine?” he sputtered as he was hit with a mouthful of glitter.

“Sorry, Mr. Loki,” Peter apologized. “We’re just decorating for Christmas.”

“By throwing glitter around?”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s Christmas, everything is glittery,” he said with a shrug.

“That, I can tell you,” Loki replied, patting Peter’s shoulder as he passed, “is absolutely true.”

All his other teammates seemed to be as excited about decorating as Peter was, though no one else was just haphazardly throwing that infernal sparkly dust. No, they were all using their special talents to hang garlands up from high balconies and banisters. Large ornaments and snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling. Every floor that Loki walked to was filled with merriment and yet more Christmas adornments. How they were put up so fast, the trickster god had no idea.

The common room was, much to his surprise, the least decorated place in the Tower so far. The team must have been saving this room for last, perhaps to do all together. Loki would have been upset that he wasn’t invited, but he was sure it was mentioned in one of those email blasts he always ignored. Now that he thought of it, he did remember seeing it in something that he skimmed. Regardless, this was a nice break from the hubbub in the rest of his home at the moment. In this room, there was only a tree put up and his angel working on prepping it. You.

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” you sang to the music you had blasting through the room, unaware of Loki’s presence. “Everywhere you go.”

He watched in wonder as you twirled about the floor, taking out ornaments and other assorted trimmings for the tree. You grabbed a silver and gold garland and began the tedious process of wrapping it around the artificial branches, still belting your heart out. Though Loki was unfamiliar with the words, he caught on to the tune and began humming along, startling you ever so slightly. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand, joining in your spinning and dancing. Prancing around the room with you, Loki was filled with unbridled joy, and he thought he might be beginning to understand the reason for all the joy the season brings.

As you sang the final notes, you and the God of Mischief collapsed onto the couch amidst the boxes of Christmas knick-knacks, laughing your heads off. When you tried to get up, Loki pulled you back down to him, starting another fit of giggles.

“And how is my little mortal today?” he asked, playfully ticking you a little.

“I’d be a lot better if you let me finish decorating,” you teased, poking his chest.

He sighed and relinquished you back to your duties, watching you walk back toward the tree. If only he had the courage to tell you how he feels, rather than just admiring you from afar. You were best friends, sure, but he longed for more. Much more.

“Loki,” you called in a sing-song voice, batting your eyes. “Can you help me, please?”

“Of course, little one.”

He helped you string the garland the rest of the way around the tree, using his magic to get even the highest boughs. You squealed in delight as you admired your work so far, throwing your arms around Loki to thank him for his help.

Soon, the rest of the team joined you and began to hang the ornaments. No one particularly cared about where they were put, just that everyone was having fun. Loki tried to stay on the outskirts of the activity, but everyone kept pulling him back in. It made him happier than he cared to admit that they all concerned themselves with him participating. That they wanted him to participate.

“What do you think, Mr. Loki? Here?” Peter questioned as he held up an ornament in a prospective spot. “Or here?”

“The first spot, I suppose.”

“No,” Thor chimed in, making Peter worried he was going to start one of their infamous sibling battles. “The second spot, for certain.”

“I guess. I still do not understand most of this ‘Christmas’ stuff, to be quite honest.”

“Well, why did you not say so, brother?”

“Yeah, we can teach you all about it,” you added, showing up beside them. Then you snapped your fingers, getting an idea. “The tree lighting is tonight! At Rockefeller Center. We should go to that!”

“That’s a perfect idea,” Peter agreed. “So it’s set then. A crash course, then a field trip to see the tree lighting!”

Loki smiled at his friends as they bustled around him, planning the rest of the day. He couldn’t wait for later, and it made the rest of the time spent decorating even more enjoyable. Between the constant singing and cracking of jokes, there was not a dull moment to be found. While it would have usually drained Loki, he felt as lively as ever. Maybe there truly was something special about the season, after all.

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Hours later, Loki stood with his teammates as incognito as possible in Rockefeller Center. It had been agreed that they just wanted to be normal people for one, not celebrities. To keep your group warm, Loki had cast a heating enchantment that they were all more than grateful for as they waited for the tree to light. In the last minutes before it was set to shine through the night, you summarized your lessons on the holiday.

“So,” you began, “I guess it’s basically a time for love, showing others how much they mean to you. And sure, there’s all the commercial stuff about candy canes and elves and trees and Santa Claus, which is nice and all, but that’s not the real meaning. It’s about being with those you care about and spreading goodwill to all.”

Loki thought back to all the times he’d needed a little charity or a helping hand, or really just to be shown he was loved. There were certainly a plethora of scenarios to pick from in his life. A whole season to spread cheer and show everyone things are not as hopeless as they seem sounded like a splendid idea indeed.

“I quite like the sound of that,” he said with a smile. As you looked back at him, an equally warm glow adorning your features, Loki realized there was one person he loved more than anyone else. With a sudden burst of confidence, he went to tell you exactly how he felt. “I must say this now, I-”

He was cut off as the crowd began the countdown. You gave him an apologetic smile as the both of you joined in. Upon reaching the last number, the tree lit up, filling Loki with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. That was only accentuated when you grabbed his hand, bursting with excitement and awe. Once the cheering went down, and your group began to depart, you remembered Loki had been about to say something to you.

“What was it that you wanted to tell me before?” you asked. “Before the countdown.”

“Oh,” he said, clearing his throat. He’d already lost his nerve. “It was nothing urgent. I hardly even remember now. Another time, perhaps.”

“Well, that’s ok,” you replied, though you sounded a little disappointed. “Whenever you remember is fine.”

Back at the Tower, everyone said goodnight and parted ways to go to bed, exhausted from the busy day. In the hall between your rooms, you and Loki stopped to say goodnight one final time. You paused mid-sentence, spying something green hanging from the ceiling above you. Loki followed your gaze upward and immediately went a shade of red that put Rudolph’s nose to shame. Even before all your lessons from the day, he knew mistletoe when he saw it. And, of course, the tradition that went with it.

He heard snickering from around the corner and spotted Peter and Thor waiting for one of you to make your move. Undoubtedly, they'd fabricated the situation to try to get you together faster than you were going by yourselves. To be fair, at said pace, you’d never be together.

“Just kiss already!” Thor shouted before ducking away to give you some privacy.

“Pardon my brother,” Loki said self-consciously. “If you do not wish to, there is no law saying-”

He was cut off for the second time that night. This time, however, it was by something much more pleasurable. You had stood up on your tip toes and placed a kiss to his cheek, too sheepish to do much else.

“Night, Loki,” you said to the still stunned god. “Talk tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow indeed, my little mortal,” he said, pulling you in for another kiss, this time on the lips.

Oh yes, it was decided. This season was magical.

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lyranova · 3 years

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 15: Herz

Hi guys! Here’s chapter 15 I hope you all enjoy I’m sorry its taken so long to post, but hopefully chapter 16 will arrive much sooner! Also a long awaited character shows up along with a surprise one hehe!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @crazyclownthanos @simpingforthisonedeer @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @bowandcurtsey @flow3rbudz @ckjwnnbc @elysianluv @melissa-novachrono (apologies if i forgot anyone or if you want to be added please let me know!)

Word Count: 3,355

Warnings: None

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Asta and Noelle followed behind Brielle as she led them through the Northern Woods. Noelle glanced over at Asta, he seemed to be taking the news they had children together in the future pretty well. She had figured he would have screamed and freaked out like normal, but instead he was confused for a moment and then accepted it. She accidentally let out a soft laugh which caused Asta to turn and look at her.

“ What’s so funny?” He asked with a frown, Noelle’s face turned a slight shade of pink before she made a ‘hmph’ noise and turned away.

“ N-Nothing, don’t worry about it!” She told him, she may’ve finally admitted her feelings for him to herself but that didn’t mean she was about to admit them to him. She had been trying to get better about telling him things and being nicer to him, but some habits were hard to break.

“ Ok…” Asta replied in slight confusion, Noelle could be so weird sometimes. Asta turned his attention back to Brielle who stopped and began to look around.

“ What’s wrong Brielle?” He asked as he and Noelle came to stand next to her, the young girl looked around the area with a frown.

“ Ah man I can’t remember where I woke up!” Brielle suddenly shouted loudly, causing a few birds to fly out of their nests at the noise. Noelle groaned a bit, ‘Great. She’s just as loud as Asta.’ Asta walked up to Brielle and patted her on the head.

“ It’s ok! I’m sure it’ll come back to you, I’m not very good with directions either!” He told her with a sheepish laugh, the young girl looked up at him and smiled cheerfully.

“ That actually makes me feel a lot better,” she laughed. “ thanks for cheering me up da-, I mean Asta.” The girl mumbled sadly, she had to get used to calling him by his name.

Asta and Noelle shared a look for a moment, it had to be hard on her, she was only 12 at the oldest and was already going through so much. She had been sent back to the past, she had lost her sisters, and now she was with the people who would be her parents someday. It was quite amazing that the girl hadn’t been overwhelmed by it all yet.

“ Oh! I think it was this way!” Brielle suddenly shouted before running in the direction she pointed to. Noelle and Asta quickly followed behind her.

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“ Y’know, this would have been a lot easier if Captain Yami had come with us.” Noelle grumbled as they continued following Brielle.

Captain Yami had decided that he was going home after he took them to get Brielle, he told them that he trusted them to get her sisters and come back in one piece. He gave them a communication device just in case they needed him, but he doubted they would.

“ Yeah, but I think the Captain’s tired because of all the kids showing up and he kind of deserves a bit of a break from it all don’t you think?” Asta asked with a nervous laugh, Noelle made another ‘hmph’ noise before tossing one of her pigtails over shoulder.

“ I suppose he does deserve some kind of break.” Noelle agreed when suddenly, Brielle let out an excited shout and took off running, Noelle and Asta quickly followed behind her.

“ This is it! This is where I woke up!” Brielle said excitedly as she turned to face her ‘parents’. Asta and Noelle looked around the area with wide eyes and their mouths slightly in surprise.

It was an empty space with small tree’s standing in a circle, just like what Gauche and the Captain had described. Were these portals of some kind? Asta and Noelle looked at each other. This was very odd, especially considering Aloys, Gauche and Grey’s ‘son’, had woken up in the Eastern Woods while Brielle had woken up in the Northern Woods. Did that mean there was a circle of tree’s like this in the Southern and Western woods as well?

“ I’m going to call the Captain and tell him about this.” Noelle said as she pulled out the communication device to call their Captain when suddenly, two loud high pitched screams could be heard from deeper in the woods.

“ What was that?” Asta asked with a frown before Brielle gasped.

“ Mizuki! Kaiyo!” She then took off running in the direction of the shouts, Asta quickly following behind her as did Noelle. She would have to call the Captain later.

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Noelle, Brielle, and Asta stood in shock at what was before them.

There in the center of a clearing, stood a sphere being held up by 6 legs, 2 of those said legs were swinging wildly about, trying to defend what was inside the sphere. Noelle frowned, not only did the ‘monster’ look familiar, the magic it was made of felt familiar.

She watched as tree’s were being knocked down left and right, the ground was being ripped up as the ‘monster’ walked around. Asta looked and saw a young girl trying to get the ‘monster's’ attention and he quickly ran towards her. He pulled out one of his Anti-Magic swords and quickly blocked the attacks the ‘monster’ had aimed at the girl.

Asta grabbed the girl around the waist and carried her behind a tree as Noelle used her water magic to try and distract it. As Noelle’s spells hit their target she noticed they seemed to bounce straight off and a ‘tinging’ sound was made, she frowned a bit, but the more she actually looked at the magic, the more she began to recognize it.

This was Mercury Magic, just like her mother and eldest brother’s magic.

“ Hey, are you alright?” Asta asked and he looked at the girl in front of him; she had short silver hair, green eyes, and was wearing a calf length light purple/pink dress and gold sandals. The girl looked around the tree and watched as the ‘monster’ continued to throw spells at Noelle and Brielle.

“ I’m fine, I didn’t need you to rescue me, I could have saved myself!” The girl snapped before turning to face him, when she did her eyes widened in recognition and she tilted her head.

“ Dad?” She asked tentatively, Asta smiled brightly but it was a bit sheepish as he couldn’t really get used to them calling him ‘dad’.

“ Not quite, I’m Asta. Your dad’s past self.” He told her with a sheepish laugh, suddenly the girl's eyes narrowed at him.

“ That explains why you look so young.” She muttered as she looked Asta up and down, he looked at her in surprise.

“ Hey what’s that supposed to mean?” He shouted indignantly, his voice laced with irritation and slight disbelief.

“ That you’re old.” The girl stated matter of factly, there was no denying she was Noelle’s daughter, she acted a lot like her.

“ Hey that’s just mean-!” Asta started shouting before he was suddenly cut off as the young girl wrapped her arms around him in a hug, he sat there in surprise for a bit before his arms instinctively wrapped around her.

“ Please,” the girl begged softly. “ Please help Kaiyo, she isn’t doing this on purpose, she just can’t control her magic. Please da-I mean Asta, please help my sister!” The girl cried as she gripped Asta’s Black Bulls robes tightly in her fists, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Asta nodded and he smiled softly at her before patting her gently on the head, as he opened his mouth to respond he noticed something move out of the corner of his eye.

“ Kaiyo stop!” Brielle shouted as she came to stand in front of her what they now realized was her sister’s out of control magic.

It seemed like everything, including time itself, froze in place. Noelle and Asta stood there watching as Brielle stood her ground, her arms stretched out as though she were trying to block her sister’s path. The two Magic Knights looked at each other, neither one really wanted to attack the spell, especially since they couldn’t see where Kaiyo was inside the sphere.

Suddenly, one of the spell’s ‘legs’ reached out and grabbed Brielle around the waist, lifted her off the ground, and threw her into a nearby tree. All within five seconds. Asta, Noelle, and Mizuki all stared in shock at what just happened. Brielle sat against the tree, her head laying on her chest. Whether she was conscious or not they didn’t know. Asta gripped the handle of his sword tightly in his hand before running towards the spell.

“ Why did you attack her?! She’s your sister!” Asta shouted in anger as he slashed and cut off one of the legs.

“ she isn’t doing this on purpose, she just can’t control her magic.” The young girl, who Asta assumed to be Mizuki, words suddenly popped into his head and it made him hesitate. So Kaiyo, the girl trapped inside the sphere, was like Noelle and couldn’t control her magic? If so, then why didn’t she have a magic item that helped her like Noelle did?

As Asta got lost in thought the spell decided to take full advantage and attempted to swing at him before it stopped just short, Asta quickly moved out of the way and frowned. Why did it stop? Was Kaiyo taking control back?

That's when he felt it.

He turned to look where Brielle had been sitting and his eyes widened. This presence felt dark and ominous but also familiar in a way. He watched as a faint red and black glow began to ooze off the young ash-blonde girl. He looked over at Noelle and he could see the fear and confusion on her face, she began to back away from Brielle. The young girl suddenly lifted her head, her eyes looked cold and distant.

“ Herz.” As soon as the words left her mouth a figure began to appear at her side. It started out as almost a smokey figure before it began to take shape.

“ About damn time kid, I’ve been waiting.” The figure spoke before it finally came into full view.

It was a young woman. Her skin was pale grey, her hair dark black and pulled into a loose ponytail, her eyes were a bright red as the pupils were cut into slits making them appear catlike. She had small horns on either side of her head and had a long thin tail. The smile on her face appeared cold and very menacing. Asta and Noelle stared at her.

It was a Devil.

The spell suddenly launched numerous attacks towards the Devil, who only stood there and watched as they approached her. She suddenly held out her hand and all the spells collided against it, but she didn’t look hurt or phased at all.

“ Counter Magic: 15%.” The woman said and instantly the spells she had ‘absorbed’ were sent back towards Kaiyo’s spell and instead of hitting the sphere, it took out all 6 legs in an instant. Asta and Noelle just stared in shock, what the hell was going on? The sphere Kaiyo was in suddenly landed on the ground with a loud thud.

“ You might want to hurry and slice it open before it grows new legs.” The devil told Asta as she looked over at him, Asta nodded and quickly rushed towards the sphere. He had no idea where she was, but he figured cutting the top off would be the safest bet.

As Asta sliced the top part of the sphere, the rest of it seemed to melt. Noelle walked towards Asta and in the center of what used to be a sphere made of Mercury, sat an ashen-blonde haired girl who had her hair tied up in a small ponytail and was wearing a pair of dark blue pants and a white shirt. The girl opened her eyes and looked at both Asta and Noelle.

“ Mom? Dad?” She asked softly, the two Magic Knights looked at each other for a moment. They would have to explain for the third time that they weren’t exactly their parents.

“ Kaiyo! Are you ok?” Mizuki shouted as she ran towards the young girl, Kaiyo turned towards the sound as tears welled up in her eyes.

“ I’m fine Mizuki. How’s Brielle? Is she ok? Did I hurt her?” Kaiyo asked quickly as she looked around for her sister. Asta and Noelle turned to look as well, and saw the Devil holding Brielle by her shirt collar a few inches off the ground.

“ Brielle!” They all shouted in unison before the Devil dropped her onto the ground next to her sisters.

“ Can’t you be just a little more careful?” Brielle whined as she sat up on her knees and began to rub the back of her head, a small bump had begun to form from where she hit it against the tree. The Devil rolled her eyes.

“ Nope. Now, tell me, what the hell happened here?” The devil glared down at the young girls, who quickly moved to sit on their knees just like the Black Bulls did when Captain Yami was scolding them.

“ W-Well,” Kaiyo started sheepishly, the tears that had formed in her eyes earlier now beginning to fall. “ I was going to try and make a bird or some other type of creature to fly us to the Capitol so we could find Brielle, but I lost control of it. I’m so sorry!” The young girl cried as she buried her face in her hands. The devil sighed before turning her attention to Brielle and Mizuki.

“ And you two, what were you two idiots thinking?! You both could have gotten seriously injured or worse killed!” The devil scolded them, Brielle suddenly raised her hand.

“ Um I was injured?” She pointed out.

“ Exactly, and you should be thankful I was able to slow down your speed otherwise you would have been knocked into quite a few trees and you would have injuries far worse than just a bump on the head!” She shouted at the girl, Brielle and Mizuki looked down at the ground in shame.

“ We’re sorry.”

“ Yeah you should be, not only because you three idiots woke me up from my nap, but now I get to explain to your parents and Uncle just what happened here today and I can assure you, they won’t be very happy!”

“ Um, actually our parents are over there.” Brielle said, suddenly pointing towards Noelle and Asta, the Devil turned to look at them and frowned. She leaned in a bit closer as though she were wanting a better look.

“ No way. There’s no way you’re-.” The devil suddenly looked down at the sword in Asta’s hand and began to study it. For some reason she was acting as though she didn’t believe that it was the girls ‘parents’.

“ You’re both way too young to be Asta and Noelle Silva, they’re both super old!” The devil exclaimed in shock. Asta began to shout about how this was the second time today he had been called ‘old’ today and he didn’t like it one bit! Noelle sighed before hitting Asta on the head.

“ Well that’s who we are, except I’m the only Silva. Asta’s just…Asta. Anyway, who are you supposed to be? The girl’s nanny or something?” Noelle asked as she crossed her arms, the Devil glared slightly before that cold smirk appeared on her face again.

“ Hmph, I’m not the girls ‘nanny’ or whatever. You can call me Herz, and I’m Brielle’s devil, which you would both know if you were her parents.” Herz said as she crossed her arms as well, Brielle suddenly made another ‘umming’ noise. “ What is it now Brielle?”

“ Um, well, it’s a lot to explain.” The girl said sheepishly before she began to explain to Herz the entire situation.

“ While she’s doing that, I’m going to inform the Captain that we found the girls along with a guest and that we’re headed back to explain more.” Noelle whispered, Asta nodded and kept his eyes on the girls as Noelle walked away.

He wasn’t sure if he trusted Herz or not, sure she might be Brielle’s devil, but that didn’t mean she had good intentions. For all he knew she could be like the Devil’s that had possessed the Dark Triad, but for now he would wait and see what kind of Devil she turned out to be.

———

Julius stared intently at the wall across from him. He was doing his reports like Marx had asked him too when his mind began to wander, there was this weird feeling he had been getting right before a child would show up and he was beginning to feel it again. He sighed softly, he thought Brielle Silva was going to be the last one. But it appeared he was wrong.

“ Lord Julius, you’ve spaced out again.” Marx said as he came back into the room with more papers. Julius blinked and turned his attention towards the blue haired man and he softly smiled.

“ Ah sorry about that, I was just thinking about the children.” Julius admitted with a nervous laugh, Marx frowned a bit.

“ Oh? What about them?”

“ I’m just, hm, I’m just trying to figure out why these kids are appearing. There have been one or two a day for the past week, and they all seem to be coming from the same time period. So, what on earth could be so terrifying in the future that it's driving their parents to send them back to the past?” He muttered the last part more to himself. Marx put a thoughtful hand under his chin.

“ Maybe war? Or famine? Or the kids could have been playing with some magic item and got transported here by mistake?” Marx asked thoughtfully. When Julius went to open his mouth Marx cut him off. “ Maybe they decided to blame it on their parents because they were scared of getting into trouble?”

Julius frowned thoughtfully for a moment, Marx made some compelling points. War made the most sense though out of all the options, but even if it was war, who would they be fighting that was so terrible that they had to send their children back to the past in order to protect them?

“ Sir,” a magic knight shouted as he ran into Julius’s office. Julius stood abruptly and looked at the man.

“ What is it?”

“ We have an intruder inside the castle! Apparently they’re a spatial mage which explains how he got in, luckily we were able to apprehend him without difficulty. He…He’s a bit of a coward.” The magic knight muttered as suddenly shouting could be heard behind him.

“ Please let me go! It was an accident I hadn’t meant to just pop in here! I can assure you this will never happen again! Please please let me go! I’m too pretty to be tortured and I’m too young to die!” The young man shouted as he was dragged into Julius’s office. Julius and Marx blinked.

The young man had shoulder length pink hair that was partially tied into a ponytail. His suit was a mixture of burgundy and black, his eyes were a light purple color as well, but what really stood out was the robe he was wearing. A Black Bulls robe to be exact.

“ Oh great, another child. I’ll go call Captain Yami again.” Marx said with a defeated sigh, he could already hear the Black Bulls Captain yelling at him already. But Julius held up a hand.

“ Actually, why don’t you just call his parents directly? Yami deserves a break don’t you think?” Julius suggested kindly, Marx frowned but nodded with slight relief washing over his face. He walked away to go call the Black Bulls hideout and Julius turned back to look at the pink haired man.

There was something different about this child, the weird feeling Julius had a moment ago had disappeared the minute he saw him. What was so different about this child?

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Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#children of the future #cotf #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #oc; ezio #oc; brielle #oc; herz #oc; mizuki #oc; kaiyo #black clover asta #noelle silva #julius novachrono

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Kitten had a bad day

TW: panic attacks, (swearing prolly)

General content warning: Gay, platonic Levken, mentioned Bokuakakuroken, Yuri on ice x Haikyuu, NB kenma

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●Kenma pov●

Today... Todays class is going to be rough on me. Its not anybody's fault, that's obvious enough, Its my fault if anything. Overworking is a bad thing to do a lot, I know this, hell I've sent Kuroo and Akaashi articles on why NOT to overwork. But, it seems I'm a hypocrite today. I turned 16 recently, meaning I'm in the senior figure skating division. Such a shift can cause anyone to over-work, perfecting jumps, steps, etc.

Today, the effects are really starting to ware on me, currently I'm sitting in class working on a English assignment. Typically I breeze right through them, since I grew up around people like Leo and Otabek who spoke English well so I know what is on the paper infront of me quite well. I should of had this done in five minutes flat, but all I can do is stare at a blank page, thinking about all the mess ups I made during practice and how I should go to the rink by myself and practice then. The thoughts get overwhelming at times but at the same time, I don't really want to be the one in a family with world-record breakers and not at least have won a gold in a senior competition. While it will cause sleep to leave me, I also know that the skating season doesn't last forever and after the grand prix I can rest for a while and breathe. I know my parents wouldn't approve, especially Yurio who has always insisted I rest.

The bells sudden ringing and the teachers loud shout of goodbyes nearly made me jump out of my own skin. It was lunch, meaning I could be alone for the first time that day. Maybe I could take a nap or something during the half hour we get to eat. Some of the team would use that time for practice but I would much rather play my game or sleep. I didn't pack anything for lunch today anyway since I assumed I wouldn't be hungry, and I was right, tiredness was eating at me if anything. While I was walking to the roof to rest, my phone dinged, 'Who's texting me now? Isn't everyone busy?' I thought.

I opened it and read the message, my sight was a little blurry due to the lack of sleep and the light was giving me a slight headache but it was fine. The message read:

"Do you wanna eat with me? I'm outside by that tree you sit at a lot!"

I grinned and texted back that I'd be there and walked down the stairs and out the front door, as I looked I spotted Lev quickly. His tall figure and silver hair quite easy to identify. Lev and I had been friends for years, we were raised together, with our parents being really close. Although, I give him a hard time during volleyball practice, I truly do care for the younger middle blocker. Right when I reached his line of sight his arms waved frantically in the air, "Kenma! Over here!" He called

"Coming!" I called back.

I quickly reached Lev's side who was sipping out of a water bottle when I got to him. He was in his practice clothes for figure skating, he was probably going to practice after school with me. I let out a yawn when I sat down, which caused Lev to remove the bottle from his lips,

"You tired?" He asked

Him saying that just made me feel sleepier, "Yeah, practice has been getting to me a bit."

He smiled lightly, "Do you want me to do anything? To help I mean."

I groaned, embarrassed, "Uh.. Can I just lay on your lap and rest?"

Lev's smile grew, it was bright enough to put Shoyo's smile to shame, "Of course!"

"Do you want me to run my hands through your hair too?" His tone wasn't jokey, he was being genuine which I appreciated.

I nodded as my head slowly lowered to the Russian first years lap. It didn't take long for my eyes to close and for his hands to slowly rake through my hair, this was something we did all the time but it always made me red.

"Don't overwork ok? I know you feel the need to but its not good for you, Kenma-san!"

I chuckled, "Don't worry, once the grand prix is over, I'll relax, ok?"

Lev seemed like he wanted to say more but he stayed quiet as he sat his hand across my chest, like a safety belt almost. I relaxed and dozed off on Lev's lap for the rest of rest of the time

20 minutes later--

When I awoke I felt a light tapping on my shoulder, it was Lev, "Sorry for waking you early but I didn't want for you to miss the bell or something!" I groaned at his words and tried to go back to sleep with Lev trying to keep me awake until the bell rang, signaling for me to get my ass to history and Lev to head to math class, classes we both despised. However, the class was going to be shortened today according to the teacher, so that's nice I guess. Me and Lev parted ways once we entered,

Lev waved back to me "Have a good class! See you during practice Kenma-san!"

"Cya." As soon as I said that, Lev disappeared.

When I stepped foot into my history class my mood dipped back to its prior state from before lunch, moody, tired and just wanting to leave. Once I sat down, I got out my phone and airpods and tried to space out the teachers yelling and nonsense since it was stuff that we already went over on our notes. Everything was going well, I was writing down what was on the board, taking down notes, etc, etc. This may not be bad afterall, I wonder if Lev is having a more difficult time in his math class, since he hates that subject about as much as I hate history.

Taking down notes has been easy so far, while I was writing however, the music I was listening to cut off. The sudden boom in voices around me made me jump and made me nervous. I checked my phones notifications which informed me that my airpods were indeed dead. Which would be fine, that is if my anxiety wasn't spiking and if I wasn't running on about 30 minutes of sleep today! I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure and relax, which isnt working but it was worth a shot.

The bell rung and I got up from my seat, grabbed my stuff and exited, only to be met by a loud boom, "KENMA!" I flinched from the sudden noise and turned to see one of my boyfriends, Kuroo leaning on the wall waiting for me

He walked up to me, holding out his hand which I happily took, "How was class?"

"Boring."

"Well lets get to practice then." Kuroo started dragging me to the gym

"Hey y'know I can walk."

Kuroo didn't answer so we just walked in comfortable silence, Lev and Yaku, his boyfriend eventually walked with us we shared light conversations until we reached the gym. We went into the locker room and changed into our practice clothes, wheeled out the volleyball cart, put the net up and started practice.

I couldn't even stand on the court for ten minutes before I said, "I need to sit down."

Kuroos face grew concerned, along with the rest of the Nekoma team, "Are you feeling ok?" He asked as he walked me over to the bench.

"I'm fine I just need to rest."

"Alright, let me know if you need anything." With that, Kuroo ran back onto the court to hit volleyballs back and forth with the others.

I took sips of my water and tried to relax but I couldn't my mind was running laps but my body was tired. Thoughts whirled, 'Should I call Yakov and tell him I need to take a day off? He'll blow up in my face for not resting! Do I go into practice and get yelled at for being tired?! What do I do.." Can my mind just stop?!

The sound of the volleyballs slamming and the yelling coming from the others is growing to be too much, my emotions haven't been good all day but now, they're worse. They're in overdrive. The sounds soon grew louder and louder to a point where I can't drown them out, without thinking tears started streaming down my face. I tried to stop them but they just kept coming and the more I tried to stop them the harder they ran down my face. Shibayama, our first year libero was the first one to notice and run over.

He sat down next to me and softly asked, "Kenma? Are you ok?"

All I could do was shake my head as the tears formed waterfalls, "Kenma! Honey, are you ok? What can I do to help?" Kuroos voice only made me flinch and did nothing to help which was strange because it typically did when I had emotion overload like this.

For what seemed like hours there were people constantly trying to comfort me but nothing was working, I just needed to cry it all out.

●Lev pov●

"Sorry dad! I have to go, I'll be there at practice today!" I was on the phone with my dad Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki

"Alright, alright. I'll stop pestering you now! Have a good day at volleyball practice and don't bug Kozume too much!"

"I'll try, bye dad! Love you!"

"Love you too Lyovochka" With that, the call was over and I walked into the locker room and got changed.

The locker room was empty by the time I entered, "Crap Yaku-sans gonna be so mad!" I said to myself, worried. When I got my bag open I realized something.. I grabbed my figure skating bag instead! Shit! I sighed and rolled with it. I put on my black training shirt and pants, put the stuff in a locker and left.

Once I entered the gym, everyone was focused on practicing and Kenma was sitting on a bench, alone. I don't know why but I'm going to stay behind and make sure they're ok. I know they're tired so, I wonder if they're just exhausted. Regardless, I quietly slumped to the ground, got out my phone and listened to music, in plain sight of the others who I am sure will scold me for this later. I got to space out for the first time in a while, I enjoy just being able to listen to music and relax, all the practice is tiring and even the best figure skaters and volley ball players need breaks every now and then.

Kenma still isn't looking very well, I took an earbud out and scooted closer, not enough for them to notice, not to be creepy, I just wanna make sure they're ok. The fake blonde setters breathing was getting more uneven and they were playing with their fingers which over the years I have grown to learn that was something they did when they were panicky and needed to do something with their hands. They were drinking their water though which seemed to help a little bit. Not much, but a little. A few minutes later, I saw tears streaming down their face.

●3rd person●

Everyone on the Nekoma was trying to comfort Kenma. Shibayama, Inuoka, Kuroo, Yaku, Kai, everybody. But, despite their best efforts nothing worked. After a few minutes, the half Russian self declared ace of the team perked his head up and saw the tears streaming down like rain on Kenma's face. Upon seeing this, Lev turned off his music, put his phone into his pocket and walked up to the teams 3rd year libero, Morisuke Yaku,

"Hey, Mori?" He whispered

Yaku turned to him, "Whats up Lev? We're trying to take care of Kenma here."

"Can you do me a favor and get me my bag?"

"Cant you get it yourself?" He scoffed

"I want you to step away from this for a second, take a breath, y'know?" Lev explained

Yaku rolled his eyes but walked to the locker room and got Lev's bad anyway. When he got back, Lev was still keeping a close eye on their setter, his face grew worried as the situation didn't get better.

Yaku shoved the bag onto Lev, "Here's your bag, titan."

Lev grinned and slowly walked over to Kenma, the others saw him and stood up from the bench so he could sit and try and comfort them.

"No offense, Lev, I don't think you'll be able to comfort Kenma. I mean they don't really like you much."

"We'll see." After that, Lev payed the comment no mind, he didn't care. Nobody really knew how close Kenma and Lev actually were after all. well at least nobody from this team did.

At the sight of Lev, Kenma relaxed.

●Lev pov●

Kenma looked relax at the sight of me, that's good. Although I'm sure it surprise the team a bit.

"Hey, Kenma, what's wrong?" I asked quietly

Kenma tried to wipe their eyes, "I-I don't know, I just started crying and I cant stop.."

I grabbed my bag and slung it onto the bench, "Can I try something, Kenma?"

They nodded, "Go ahead."

I slowly unzipped my bag and got out my laptop and a pair of headphones, this made the rest of the team (especially Kuroo) crowd around me to see what I was doing.

My eyes then lit up when I found the video file I wanted, "Ah there it is!"

Kenma's head perked up, "What?"

I raised the earbuds to above his head and said, "Can I put these on you?"

Kenma nodded, which made me smile. Then, I hit play on the video. The video was titled, "XXX Cup, Men's free-skate, Russia, 2XXX". Their eyes lit up instantly when the video started playing, Michele Chrispino of Italy taking the ice first. When I turned around, the teams eyes were wide as Kenma's tears started to fade.

Kuroos face was all types of confused, "How did you do that?!"

I rubbed hand on my neck in embarrassment, "I've always helped them like this! It's just familiar to them so its comforting."

"I didn't know they were into that stuff." Yaku chimed in

"Yeah, they've liked it since they were a kid."

Kai's head then popped into view, "Not gonna lie, I'm curious on what's going on in the video."

Upon hearing that I tapped Kenma on the shoulder who promptly slid one of the headset ears off to listen, "Do you mind if the others listen to it too?"

Kenma let out a noise of agreement and unplugged the headset and turned it up. The announcers voice was loud, "Next up is Kenjiro Minami-Altin Plisetsky of Japan!" Under his breath he said something that made us all chuckle, "Man that's a mouthful of a name." At the announcement of their dads name the setter started acting all giddy and happy, clapping their hands together and moving from side to side,

These things caused me to snicker, "You've seen this performance a thousand times."

Kenma's voice then dropped to a whisper, "He's one of my dads, I'd be happy to see his skate anytime."

I chuckled, and went back to watching again, Minami's theme for that season was 'punk' which is quite contrasting to his sunflower personality but, anyone could admit that the skating was amazing, along with the outfit and music that was made especially for that program. However, JJ was on afterwards. Me and Kenma let out a groan of disappointment and hatred towards the Canadian skater and promptly skipped it.

"Hey! Why'd you skip that?" Yaku exclaimed

"Hes a dick, that's why." Me and Kenma both said in unison

After a while, I turned away from the screen and walked over to my libero boyfriend, gave him a kiss on the head and said, "I'll be back in a bit dear, I need to make a call real fast!" Yaku's turned back, cheeks still full of blush, kissed my nose, then wished me luck and let me leave the gym. Right when I got out there, I instantly opened my call app.

My eyes quickly grazed through the contacts in my 'Skater family list'. After a few seconds I scrolled down to the 'O' section and hit call on Otabek Altin's contact... Well I guess his name is Otabek Minami-Altin-Plisetsky now. Meh, not like it matters now, I can change that contact name later,

After a second, the Kazakh skater answered, "Hello?"

"Hi Otabek!"

He let out a sigh, "I know you're in school right now, is something wrong?"

"Well not anymore~"

He paused, "...What?..."

"Uh, you see, Kenma had a emotion overload and started uncontrollably crying, so I turned on a figure skating thing and now they're fine." I explained

"Oh, why did they have an emotion overload?" He asked

"I guess it was from a lack of sleep, you know how they are with wanting to get every ounce of practice in.. Even if this kind of thing can happen as a result."

"Alright, I'm going to go get Yura and then we'll come get you guys, Kenjiro isn't in town so.."

"That's fine! Get here soon, I think Kenma needs sleep asap."

"Alright, goodbye Lev, see you soon."

"Bye!" And with that the call was over

I entered the gym and spotted Kenma instantly, they were now laying on Kuroo's lap because the video was over. I walked over to get my laptop and saw that their eyes were closed, they must have been getting a light amount of rest. Once I put my laptop in my bag, Yaku walked over and sat next to me, laying his orange haired head on my shoulder.

"How'd that call go?"

I smiled, starting to run my fingers through his scalp, "Good, how long has Kenma-san been laying down?"

"About twenty minutes."

With that, almost like it was magic, Kenma's eyes opened slightly, "Hey Lev."

"Morning sleepy head~" I teased lightly

They sat up from Kuroos lap who was still holding their hand, "Do you mind if we get some ballet practice? I know we can't do figure skating practice obviously but I want to get some type of practice in."

Kuroos eyes widened, "You need sleep Kenma! You can't just practice all the time no matter how important it is."

Kenma gave their boyfriend a kiss, "I know dear, just a little doesn't hurt though."

"Alright but if you faint or something I will call Kotaro and Keiji to give you so many cuddles, smother you in love and take care of you all day~" A grin began to grow on the rooster looking boys face

"So I SHOULD faint!" Kenma then stood up, and sped off to the locker room

"No!" It was too late though, Kenma was already in the changing room getting into his navy figure skating practice outfit

When they walked out, I stood to my feet quickly and lightly grabbed the 2nd years hand, dragging him to the middle of the gym. Kenma's face quickly shined with a smile of genuine happiness, then I got a fun idea.

"Wanna see who can raise their leg higher?" Kenma's eyes shone, a competitive tint grew, "Oh you're on you titan!"

I know I would lose something like this, or at least most likely will. But its nice seeing Kenma come out of their shell because of something like this. Kenma's foot finally came up too far for my own foot to reach which caused the rest of the team, along with Kenma to laugh.

"I'll win next time!"

"I would like to see your beanstalk lookin' ass try." Kenma joked, giving me a light jab in the shoulder.

"Hey guys! C'mere! We had a few questions!" Kai, our vice captain and wing-spiker called out

We walked over and sat down together, "What's the first question?"

Shibayama's voice piped up first, "Be honest, how long have you two REALLY known each other?"

"Uh... since we were like.. three?" I think it was closer to two but I remember us being three, I thought

Yaku came and sat by us before speaking, "Are you guys figure-skaters? Like competitively?"

"Yeah, we have some clips if you wanna see them later." Kenma's voice was nonchalant but I could tell that he really was excited to be talking about something they liked, such as figure skating with the team.

Inuoka's head tilted sideways, "Is that why you're so tired, Kenma-san?"

"Yeah, I push myself to hard, but I don't mind it, I'll rest after the figure skating during the off season."

I chimed in, "Even during the off season, we still need to choreograph new programs, although its not as much time on the ice its still not off of it entirely."

Kenma nodded, "Yeah, but its still better then nothing."

Yaku then brought a hand up to my face and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before laying his head back down, "Can we come watch you sometime? I wanna see you skate, love."

"Of course! We just practice at the local rink, I would have to ask our coaches but I'm sure they'd be fine with it!"

Kenma then looked up, "That goes for you Kuroo, Kōtarō and Keiji too."

Kuroos face blushed lightly, "Yeah, I'll tell them. Thanks kitten."

"Stop calling me that."

"Any other questions?" I asked

"Are you guys just starting in the senior division this year?"

"Well.."

Eventually we talked and talked until we heard the sound of a motorcycle from outside, "Does anyone own a motorcycle?" Someone asked from the back

Kenma's eyes went wider then dinner plates when they heard that. After a few seconds a familiar figure walked in the door, the figure of Otabek Altin, or as many know him, 'The hero of Kazakhstan', 'The stealer of the Russian Fairy.' along with other nicknames. Kenma ran over as fast as they could and hugged him,

"Hey dad." They muttered

Otabek chuckled and shared the hug, "Hey Kozume,"

"Lets get you home and rested ok?"

Kenma nodded but walked over to Kuroo first, grabbed his hand, making him stand and placed a kiss on his lips, "I'll see you tomorrow, we'll go see Bo-bo and Kaashi then, ok?"

Kuroo nodded, giving the long haired skater a kiss on the cheek and bid them farewell,

"Oh, by the way, thank you Lev, see you at practice." With that, Kozume Kenma was out the door.

Yaku stood up, offering me a hand, "Well, I guess we should head home too Lev."

I took it and smiled, "Sure! And I assume you wanna stay with me tonight?"

The short boy nodded and we walked to the locker room, got changed into warmer clothing, gave our goodbyes to the rest of the Nekoma volleyball team and left the gym and set off for my house which was only a couple blocks down.

"Good job with helping out Kenma today."

"Thank you! I've done it a lot so I guess I just know what to do now."

Yaku sighed, grabbing my hand to hold, "I'm glad they have such a good support system, family and the team."

"Yeah, I'm glad too."

Once we reached my house, I opened the door with my key and we were instantly tackled by Makkachin, "Down girl!" I called with a chuckle. Me and Yaku reached the kitchen, I didn't wanna cook so I heated up some leftovers in the microwave and we ate that. I was happy to just have Yaku here! After days like this, anybody would want to be with their loved one after all!

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" I asked, half genuine and half teasing

Yaku laughed, "Yes, but tell me anyway."

"Well, I love you this much," I then spread my arms out wide and engulfed the short third year into a hug, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"I love you too, now lets get up to the room and sleep, alright?"

"OK!"

We walked upstairs and both flopped face first onto my bed in unison which caused us both to cackle, Yaku crawled onto my chest once we got comfy and I brough the blanket over both of us. We both fell asleep quickly after that, in each others embrace and with the feeling of love filling the room......

And now, Lev's kitten has a good, loving day.

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That's all! Ik I haven't written in a while but I have had this idea for a long time and I got it from another tumblr user who's a Levken shipper (I don't know their @ ;w;) anyway, I hope yall have a good day :D

#kozume kenma #lev habia #Levken #platonic #Nekoma #Haikyuu #Haikyuu x Yuri on ice #YOI #Yoi x haikyuu #Minotayuri #yurio #Kuroo

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angelanika · 3 years

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How Bizarre Pt2

<<<< Part 1 Part 3 >>>>

Chapter warnings: cursing, sugar daddy/baby relationships, sexual themes

A couple hours after you left, Bakugou had finally woken up. He rolled his tired body over and his drowsy eyes peered at the bed-side clock,“tch. Already noon.”

His red eyes looked sleepily around the luxurious hotel room, noting your absence. A teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, micro-minature part of him wished that you were still there.

He pictured how your skin delectably contrasted the white bed sheets below him and how your pretty eyes gazed up into his own full of lust and desire. If only you had stayed a little longer...maybe he could’ve gotten another round in...

He groaned as he threw himself out of the bed and strolled towards the shower. The stress of the previous weeks were nothing some good drinks and hot sex couldn’t fix and as the water streamed down his toned body, he was already feeling more and more refreshed.

You, on the other hand, were as busy as a bee.

After rushing home to clean yourself up and diving into a crowded train, you arrived at the Hara Estate with 2 minutes to spare.

You had only begun setting down your belongings in the small room near the massive kitchen when the lady of the house yoo-hooed out for you.

“Y/N!! Y/N!!”

You appeared in front of her.

“Oh great! Glad you’re here. I have so much for you to do today, everything has to be perfecttttt,” she sang while slapping a to-do list on the counter, “Hurry up and change dear then get to work. Ok?”

“ok.”

Her smile faded and she stared at you sternly.

“Yes Mrs.Hara,” you corrected.

Her matte pink smile returned as she gave the to-do list two light taps on the marble counter, “Well chop-chop.”

Your blood boiled.

She turned on her pointed heels and she pranced away leaving you burning holes in the back of her dark, silky hair.

Ma'am, you're grey roots are showing 🙄

Your job definitely didn’t start off like this. Hell, you weren’t even obligated to lift a finger but...shit happens...

......

You had met the witch's husband, Mr.Hara, at the daycare you used to work at. He wouldn't always be the one to drop his son, Prince, off but he made sure to pick him up in the evenings.

You worked at the tiny front desk, so you were always able to catch a glimpse of the visibly wealthy man when he came in.

Mr.Hara was a tall, slim Japanese. Fit and paired with shiny, black hair, always trimmed to perfection and silver streak in the front just for show.

He worked somewhere behind the scenes in the Hero Commission...or Association...or something like that…. Let’s just say the man had impressive connections and money to spare!

He was clearly older than you, probably by a decade, but that didn't stop your eyes from roaming and your mind from wandering.

Saying that he hadn’t been eyeing you as well, would be a blatant lie on his part.

One afternoon when he was signing the book after collecting Prince, he suddenly spoke up, "How much longer do you plan on working here?"

"S'cuse me?" You said, taken aback by the sudden and almost intrusive question.

He slipped his sleek, black and gold pen back into his suit pocket before closing the check-out book and handing it back to you, "Well I know that working here can't pay you that well and I'm sure you don't plan on doing this the rest of your life," he explained.

"My career plans are none of your concern Mr.Hara."

He chuckled at this and you cracked a small smile but you both knew that he was right.

You would think that working at a daycare for the rich and privileged would pay you just as elegantly, but boy were you wrong! It was minimum wage with a few toasted breadcrumbs and as much as you tried to deny it, you would soon need to find a new job.

"I'll tell you what," Mr. Hara began, " You come work for me at my place and I'll pay you ten times as much as you get here."

Your ears perked up.

"Work for you?"

"Yeah. Trust me. It's not bad at all,” he stated while leaning over the counter and lowering his silky smooth voice, “Just come to my place a few days a week, cook, clean...entertain me."

Instant butterflies!

Your eyes went wide, “Entertain you?! I’m sorry Mr. Hara but I cannot sleep with you!!”

...at least take me out for dinner first😏

He quickly straightened back up and waved his hands dismissively, “No No not like that. It just gets a little lonely in the house. That’s all...”

You stared at him suspiciously.

“I’ll tell you what,” he declared, “Here’s my personal number, we can discuss it more over the phone. You don’t even have to do the housework but just give me a call ok?”

“Oh..ok..thank you Mr. Hara,” you mumbled softly as you accepted the little note..

After fixing his dark sunglasses back in place and calling for Prince, who had been completely enchanted by whatever game he was playing on his tablet, he made his way to the exit, leading Prince through first.

Then he suddenly stopped midway and turned back to you with a smirk...

“Oh and please, call me Kenji.”

Before you could even reply, he had disappeared through the heavy glass doors and into his BMW.

D-Did you just cop yourself a sugar baby position???

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two days later, you gave him a call.

He answered all of your questions effortlessly as if he had done this a thousand times and flattered you with the absurd amount he was willing to pay you for just keeping him company.

“...and what about sex?” you whispered timidly into the phone, ensuring that even the ghosts in your empty apartment couldn’t hear you.

“You don’t have to do anything you don��t want to,” he laughed. “So Y/N? What do you say?”

Exactly one week after that, you’re striding through the mansion gates.

Seeing that your new “job” had extremely flexible working hours, you decided against quitting at the daycare. The extra income was now seemingly unnecessary but the more the merrier right?

It also grants you an easy answer to the inevitable question of “So what do you do for a living?” rather than having to explain your relationship with Mr.Hara or trying to avoid the question totally.

You straightened out your burgundy blouse and picked at the little fluffs on your jeans, before entering the house.

He had told you to just let yourself in when you got there and that’s exactly what you did.

When you finally strolled into the house, your jaw immediately dropped.

Girls! Girls! Girls!

Girls of all different shapes, sizes and colours were littered around the living room, relaxing in the pool and snacking in the kitchen.

“Lonely my ass,” you thought.

Your presence had quickly caught the attention of a particular blonde who sprinted towards you at lightning speed. Her piercing green eyes and strikingly long legs had even you mesmerized.

You were definitely in the presence of a Victoria Secret model.

“OHHH you must be Y/N, Daddy told us to look out for you!!”

Daddy?

“He’s in his office. Come! Come!”

After giving the door a few light taps, you heard the low timbre of Mr.Hara’s voice beckoning you to come in.

“Ah y/n. I see you’ve met Lada.” he chirps.

The girl in question whose accent you have picked up to be Russian smiles down at you brightly.

As Mr.Hara dismisses Lada, he calls out to another girl who suddenly appears from under the desk.

You nearly had heart failure.

She strides out with Lada, patting down her purple lingerie.

You physically had to bend over to pick up your jaw from the floor.

Mr.Hara smoothly turns to you in his chair, totally unfazed.

“Glad you made it Y/N, welcome to your new job.”

* * * *

This chapter gives a lot of background but sit tight, the drama is comingggg 🤪

TAGLIST

@jazzylove @blkirishima

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Fuck Indeed - Pt. 3/4

OnlyFans - Geraskier AU

Previous - AO3

CW (for whole story- Although this chapter is smutless!): 18+ only, anal sex, masturbation, exhibition kink, sex work, rimming, sex toys, talks of blow jobs, Geralt bottoms but it’s mentioned they switch, biting (but no blood), Jaskier wearing lingerie and makeup.

It was three months into Jaskier’s new job online and it was going well! He’d gained more subscribers than he’d ever thought was possible, and quickly too. He was proud of himself, if one was allowed to be proud about wanking in front of a camera, although he couldn’t help the niggle of doubt in the back of his mind. That annoying little voice that told him he wasn’t allowed to have that many subscribers and that he was a fraud. One day he’d wake up and they’d all be gone, but every morning he woke up and there were just…. more?

It was utter nonsense, but he was having the best time!

The White Wolf was still a favourite of his, and his videos were just getting better and better, which just wasn’t fair. Jaskier’s heart just couldn’t take it, and his dick wasn’t doing much better. Wolf was often the, umm, inspiration for Jaskier’s videos, which was blurring some lines that really shouldn’t be blurred.

Jaskier thought back to Wolf’s bottoming video. At one point it had sounded like he almost said “Dandelion” before the word was muffled by his hand. Jaskier must have watched that video a hundred times, before he’d told himself he was being silly. Yes, Wolf was also subscribed to his channel but they’d never spoken. Jaskier had thought about DMing him a couple of times, perhaps if they were local then they could film a video together.

It was nothing but a pipe dream, and it would never happen.

And anyway, tonight wasn’t about that. He had a gig! Like an actual, using a guitar not a dildo, gig. It wasn’t much, he wouldn’t even be getting paid. Ok so it was less of a gig, and more of an open mic night… but he was excited! It would be good to play again, to have an audience he could actually see.

He stepped into the bar, stinking of sweat and booze as they so often did, and he grinned. He loved bars, they were grimy in the best way! The atmosphere was just brilliant. You couldn’t get it anywhere else, and these were real people with real stories to tell. It was what kept him coming back. Honestly, the songs he’d written just from listening to people in these godforsaken places. It was a gold mine.

Last week, for example, he’d met a rather terrifying, gorgeous woman. She’d had violet eyes and smelled like lilac and gooseberries, with long raven black hair that fell down her back. She looked like something out of a fantasy game, Skyrim or the likes, so naturally Jaskier had strolled right up to her to get the details. She’d been utterly fascinating, a biting wit to match his own and he’d practically run home to write a song about her, well… after he’d been told that there was absolutely no chance in hell that they would sleep together, but one couldn’t blame him for trying.

He grinned, perhaps she would be here again tonight. He enjoyed a good flirt and she’d been fun to hang out with after his performance. She’d also had excellent taste in wine.

“Jaskier,” a silky smooth voice called and he spun round, gripping the straps of his guitar case.

“Yennefer,” he greeted “I wasn’t expecting to see you here again.”

Yennefer snorted. “I’m not here for you, buttercup. My friend, however…” she nodded to a booth to Jaskier’s left.

He frowned and followed his gaze. His jaw dropped when he saw the shock of silver hair. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

But it couldn’t possibly be him. No. No, no, no. Jaskier was just a little infatuated, seeing him in places where he simply wasn’t. He was sure lots of people had long silver hair and were built like fucking gods.

“Problem?” Yennefer asked, smirking at him, and fuck it was like she could read his fucking mind.

“Oh ho, no… no problem. There’s no problem. I just… I thought I recognised him, but I’m mistaken,” Jaskier rambled, tapping out fingerings on his guitar strap to try and calm himself down.

Shit.

Did he have a Pavlovian response to silver hair now?

No. It was more than that, it was in the way he was built, the line of his jaw. “What’s his name?” Jaskier asked, aiming for nonchalance but failing miserably.

“Ask him yourself,” Yennefer said with a laugh and then went off to the bar, leaving Jaskier alone in the middle of the room with just his guitar for company.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Come on, Jask,” he muttered. “It’s not him, get over it.”

He nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet a couple of times before heading over to the stage instead. He was being a coward, but he needed a drink first and his performance was scheduled soon. If he played well, he’d get a drink on the house and he really could do with that right now, although his wallet wasn’t quite as empty as it once was.

He channeled his nerves into his performance, using that energy to pour his soul into every note. The audience were entranced, he could feel it, pride bubbling up in his chest, he was able to open his eyes and bask in the attention, letting the music flow from him like a river into the sea. His gaze drifted over to the booth where Yennefer’s friend had been sitting but it was empty.

His voice wavered slightly as he bit back the disappointment.

Fuck, another missed opportunity. He tore his gaze away and smiled at his audience, winking at a pretty blonde by the bar, and then smirking at Yennefer. She had her arms around a gorgeous brunette, almost a tall as he was, wearing red flannel and black jeans.

And then he saw him.

Standing right at the corner of the stage.

It was Wolf, it had to be. Jaskier knew those lips. He knew that jaw. He knew the soft wave of his hair. He almost dropped his guitar and he forgot to sing for a couple of beats but he was a professional, sort of, and managed to pick it up to finish the last few lines of the song. He quickly thanked the crowd, dropping his head in a barely visible bow and then he jumped off the stage. He grabbed Wolf’s arm and started to pull him back to the more isolated booth at the back of the bar.

“Get off!” Wolf growled in that low sexy voice that had Jaskier’s heart thumping in his chest.

“The booth is more private, Wolf,” Jaskier snapped back. “Or do you want the whole bar to know?”

That shut him up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. He should have known that Wolf was a man of very little words, he barely spoke to the camera when he was being paid to perform, why would he bother free of charge. “Eloquent as always, darling.”

Wolf stiffened at that word, skidding to a halt. Jaskier turned around, both hands on his hips. “Wolf, please, let us have a little privacy.”

“Right, yes,” he mumbled, and was he blushing?

Jaskier smirked and then licked his lips, he supposed he did use that particular term of endearment in his videos quite a lot… and Wolf did watch his videos. Jaskier filed that information away for later, perhaps his dream of a collaboration could actually become a reality. He willed that glow of hope to go away. He didn’t want to set himself up for disappointment, but fuck… Wolf was even prettier in real life.

Were his eyes honestly that golden, or was it just a trick of the light?

Jaskier could write sonnets about those eyes, like honey, like molten gold, gorgeous amber eyes…

Oh fuck… perhaps it was a little more than an infatuation. He had always fallen in love a little quickly, but this was really taking the biscuit. Wolf grunted as he fell into his seat. Jaskier slid in opposite him, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands.

“You watch my videos,” he purred, his eyes dropping to Wolf’s lips.

“It’s research,” Wolf growled.

Jaskier laughed, “Oh really?”

“Yes.”

“So that’s why you were watching my performance so intently?” Jaskier asked, tilting his head.

“You have more subscribers than I do,” Wolf leant in, in a way that was probably supposed to be threatening but Jaskier… well… he was getting hard already. It probably didn’t help that he’d seen this man cum in so many ways already. “Do you know how frustrating that is? I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and then you just swan in looking all pretty.”

Jaskier frowned. Wolf seemed angry at him? Of all the things he’d imagined… this hadn’t been one of them. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back at little. “Well I’d have one less if you unsubscribed,” he muttered, the words sounding bitter on his tongue. “Fuck you, Wolf.”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“My name. Is Geralt,” Geralt growled. “Not Wolf.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “You do know I watch your videos?” Geralt nodded. “And you don’t even show us your quite frankly gorgeous face?”

“So?”

“Is Geralt your real name?” Jaskier said, biting his lip, not sure whether he was flirting or just anxious. It was probably both.

“Fuck.”

“I’m Jaskier,” Jaskier said softly, a peace offering of sorts “A name for a name?”

“Jaskier?” Geralt snorted.

“Oh fine!” Jaskier through his hands up. “You got me, it’s Julian, but no one calls me that. So Jaskier is my name, Dandelion is my stage name.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier pouted and leant back forward onto the table, catching a lock of Geralt’s hair in his fingers. “I recognised your hair first, it’s really quite unique.”

“Don’t touch me,” Geralt grumbled but didn’t move away, face still flushed.

“Are you really mad that I have more subscribers?” Jaskier asked, licking his lips as he dropped his hand away from Geralt’s hair. “Perhaps I could help?”

Geralt narrowed his eyes at him. “How?”

“Well, individually we are good, right?” Geralt nodded. “So together… we could be unstoppable.”

He watched Geralt’s face carefully as he processed Jaskier’s suggestion. At one point Geralt seemed like he was about to decline, and Jaskier steeled himself, ready for rejection, but it never came. “Alright.”

Jaskier sat back, surprised by his success. “Wait, what? Really?”

“It’s a good idea.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a fantastic idea! but I didn’t think you’d agree. Honestly, I was just hoping for a quickie in the bathroom at the very least,” Jaskier admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t like losing.”  “Right, yes well… Do you want my number? Easier to umm.. well. You know, organise this…” he gestured between them.

Holy mother of fuck, they were actually doing this. Jaskier was actually doing this… and Geralt, his Wolf, had agreed. Now Jaskier just had to keep his pesky feelings in check and everything would be Dandy!

Fuck.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier smut #the witcher fanfiction #onlyfans au #wolfie's witcher writing

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northlight14 · 3 years

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Breakup’s, birthdays and drag shows

Description: Roman and Janus broke up and now Roman can't celebrate his birthday with him. Now it's Virgil's job as his best friend to cheer him up.

TW: breakup mention, crying, cursing, Janus isn't intended to be unsympathetic but since Virgil doesn't like him it might come across that way, alcohol mention, brief violence mention, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ships: platonic prinxiety, past roceit

Genre: hurt/comfort

Prompt: alt prompt 4, drag (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Virgil was browsing the card isle looking for a birthday card for Roman when his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out to see it was Remus calling him.

"Ugh, what is it Remus?" Virgil said, already not interested in whatever Remus had gotten himself into.

"Hey Virgin! Can you come over?" Remus chirped.

"I'll be coming over later to drop off Roman's card. Why, what's up?"

"Well, you know how Roman and Janus broke up last week?" How could Virgil forget? Roman had spent the entire week being an absolute wreck and Patton and Logan had to hold Virgil back in order to stop him beating Janus up.

"Yes." Virgil gritted out through his teeth.

"Well, Roman just realized that he isn't gonna be able to celebrate with him and that this is gonna be his first birthday without him in 3 years and what not. So now he's crying in his room, lookin' like a hot mess. And since he's your best friend and all I was wondering if you could come and cheer him up or whatever."

"What! How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Virgil yelled, before realizing he's still standing in the middle of the card isle, hiding his face which was now scarlet.

"I don't know man but you'll come up with something! You're like a brother to him, Virgie!"

"You actually are his brother, Rem!"

"Come on Virgil, please!" Remus pleaded through the phone. "I just...I really don't know what to do, here." He said, voice suddenly going quiet.

Virgil sighed. "Ok, I'll be ten minutes."

———

Virgil always forgot how big Roman's house was. The drive way alone seemed to go on for ages, outlined by large trees and red rose bushes. The pathway to the door was a red brick and clearly well taken care of. The house itself was a faded red brick with large windows and balconies. The front door was too tall and painted black, standing in the middle of two white pillars.

Looking at where Roman lived, it was easy to see why Virgil had disliked him at first. When they'd first met, Roman had a much bigger problem with his bratty rich kid attitude and with his life seemingly perfect from an outsiders point of view it was easy to see why they clashed. after all, Virgil had absent parents and had to work several jobs to help pay bills. But as he got to know Remus better it made it much easier to see through Roman as well. Mr and Mrs Prince were nice enough but they had a bad habit of pitting Roman and Remus against each other, both with academics and creative pursuits. It turned out Roman's arrogant attitude was a coping mechanism for his surprisingly low self esteem. It also turned out that Roman wasn't just "lazy" when it came to school work like Virgil had first thought, but he was actually struggling with ADHD. The more Virgil learned about Roman and the more Roman learned about Virgil, the closer they became until they began to see each other as brothers. Brothers that would make fun of each other relentlessly but brothers non the less.

Virgil knocked on the large door and waited for a response. Not too long after, Mrs Prince answered. She was a tall and slender woman with tanned skin. Her dark hair was tied perfectly in a bun. She wore a black dress with a red shall, both of which looked as expensive as Virgil's car.

"Oh, hello Virgil. I assume you're here for Roman? Remus said you were coming." She said.

"Uh, yeah. Can I come in?"

"Of coarse, Roman should be in his room. He hasn't come out since this morning." She said, stepping aside to let Virgil in.

'Oh God.' Virgil thought to himself before heading upstairs and hoping he would finally be able to remember which room is Romans.

In the end Remus came out his room and pointed Virgil in the right direction but hey, no one else needed to know that.

Gently, Virgil knocked on Romans door and waited to be let in.

"Remus, I told you to go away!" Roman yelled from inside, his voice sounding muffled.

"Hey Roman, it's Virgil. Can I come in?"

There was a brief moments pause before Virgil heard a quiet voice he decided to interoperate as Roman inviting him in.

Virgil was very taken aback by the sight before him. The room, which was usually kept as neat as possible, was covered in tissues, chocolate wrappers and a mix of opened and unopened presents. Roman was sat on his bed, eyes puffy and hair messy.

"Um, hey, are you alright?" 'Fuck sake Virgil, obviously he isn't.' Roman sniffled, smiling despite himself. "Yeah, I just...I miss him, ya know?"

"Yeah." Virgil said, sitting beside him. "Oh, um, I got you this..." Virgil awkwardly passed him the card.

Roman smiled, accepting it. "Thanks."

"So...what do you want to do? For your birthday, I mean." Virgil said, trying and failing to hide his discomfort.

"I don't know..." Roman sighed, looking down at his hands. "I was just going to continue to watch Carmen Santiago. But I always watched that with Janus. It was our show, ya know? He'd always make a comment about how she's still stealing and I'd counter it with how she's stealing from thieves so surely that makes it ok! I don't know, it just...it feels wrong to watch it without him..." Roman laughed sadly. "Which sucks because the last episode left on a cliff hanger and I really wanna know what happens next." He laughed a little at his own expense.

Virgil couldn't help but smirk. "Well, why don't we go out somewhere?"

Roman looked down again. "I don't know..."

'Crap. What the heck am I supposed to do here?!'

Virgil looked around awkwardly. He then spied in the corner what looked like a new makeup pallet. Roman must have gotten it for his birthday. 'Bingo.'

"Hey, why don't we do each other's makeup?" Virgil offered.

Romans face immediately lit up. "Really?!" He said, excitedly.

"Yeah, why not?" Virgil said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well last time I asked to do your makeup, you said you'd rather stab yourself in the eye with your eye liner."

"Yeah, well..." Virgil coughed. "Consider it my birthday present to you."

Roman immediately shot up and grabbed the eyeshadow pallet and several brushes. "I promise you won't regret this!" Yeah, Virgil was already regretting this but Roman seemed happy and that's all that mattered.

———

The brushes tickled Virgil's face as Roman layered the purple eye shadow. Virgil almost started to object as Roman began to apply silver jewels at the edges of the eye shadow, before stopping himself. Roman then finished the look by applying a purplish pink lipstick and brushing Virgil's bangs out of his face. He then handed Virgil a mirror. The look was very 80's glam, far from Virgil's usual style but he had to admit, it looked really good. The eyeshadow looked sharp, the upper lid being a lighter shade than the under eye and corners of the eyes.

"It looks great!" Virgil said, admiring it. Roman smiled proudly from the compliment. "Alright." Virgil said, taking the eye shadow pallet. "Your turn."

Roman laughed. "I appreciate the offer, rainy day real estate, but I don't really wanna look like I haven't slept in a hundred years." Roman teased.

"Says the guy who's went entire weeks not sleeping because he was binge watching a new show!" Virgil teased back.

"And I'll have you know I wear that like a badge of honor!"

"Besides," Virgil continued to laugh. "I know how to do other makeup looks."

"Ok..." Roman said. "But if I end up looking like a Tim Burton character, I will kill you with my bare hands." They both couldn't help but laugh.

Virgil decided to go for a similar style that Roman went for, layering different shades of red and mixing in some gold glitter. He also decided to draw a small crown on his right cheek, just below the eye. The look was then finished off with red lipstick to match.

He passed the mirror over to Roman who gasped in delight at his reflection. "It looks so good!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it." Virgil smiled, pulling back on his purple patch hoodie after taking it off to give himself more mobility when applying the makeup.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Roman said, waving his arms in front of his face before jumping up and handing Virgil a black leather jacket that was hung on his chair as well as a pair of purple tinted heart glasses. "Put these on!" He exclaimed.

Virgil once again pulled off his hoodie, replacing it with the leather jacket. It fit him surprisingly well considering Roman was a fair bit taller and more muscular than him. He then put on the glasses and Roman eagerly pulled him off his bed and guided him to his full length mirror.

"Wow...I actually look really good." Virgil said.

"See! I told you!" Roman laughed.

Virgil examined the jacket. "I didn't think you'd own a jacket like this. Did you steal it from Remus or something?" Virgil asked.

Romans smile suddenly dropped. "It, uh, it was Janus'..."

Shit.

"Oh, um, sorry." Virgil said, honestly.

"It's ok." Roman sighed, sitting back on his bed. "I've been meaning to give it back. Especially since it still has his wallet in it. But that means I'll have to see him and I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

'He left his wallet in here?' Virgil put his hands in the pockets and sure enough, Roman was right. Virgil quickly started to feel all too powerful now knowing this.

"Hey, come on, let's go out somewhere. Show off your makeup." Virgil tried again.

"For someone who looks like they belong in a vampire novel, you're awfully eager to go outside." Roman laughed.

"Come on, I just think it'll do you some good to get out for a bit."

Roman averted Virgil's gaze. "I don't know..."

"Come on, man. Do you really want to let that jackass ruin your birthday?"

Roman sighed. "Ok, fine."

Virgil waited outside Romans room as he changed out his pajamas. When he came out, he was sporting a white shirt paired with a black jacket that had a red floral pattern. He was also wearing a pair of glasses, his in the shape of two fairy wings that matched the gold in his eye shadow perfectly.

As the two walked out the house, Roman called "Mom, weren't going out! I should be home soon!"

His mom sounded surprised by this but happy non the less. "Ok sweetie, be back soon!"

"So where are we going?" Roman asked as they walked out the house.

"How the hell should I know? I'm just winging it." Virgil laughed.

———

The two wandered through the town as the sun began to set, the reds and oranges bouncing off Romans glasses and the glitter perfectly. Virgil was all too aware of the judging looks they were being given but when he looked at Roman, he seemed happy. And right now that's all that mattered. Just keeping Romans mind off Janus.

Eventually, Virgil began to hear the sound of music and he subconsciously started to follow it, Roman tailing behind. As he wandered through the town he eventually found the source.

A bar putting on a drag show.

Roman was staring off into space, standing next to him. Virgil tapped his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. "Hey, I know what we're doing."

———

Romans face lit up once more when he saw the stage. It didn't seem like they missed too much, which was good. The drag queen that was stood on the stage currently was singing, her hair done big with makeup that shone and reflected the lights perfectly. Her dress black and covered in sequins and frills. The heels she wore didn't look comfortable in the slightest but she walked in them with ease.

The two sat at the bar. They were each 18 and 19, meaning they wouldn't be able to drink but given the circumstances, it was probably best if Roman didn't get drunk right now.

Instead, Virgil just ordered them some non alcoholic drinks and fries. Roman was about to hand him the money to pay but Virgil immediately declined. "My treat. It's your birthday after all." Virgil then remembered Janus' wallet still in his jacket pocket. 'I mean, if Janus is the reason we're here, it's only right he should be the one to pay for us, right?' Virgil couldn't help his smirk as he handed the money over.

The night continued and Roman and Virgil cheered loudly for each queen on stage, each one quite different from the last. Virgil watched as any sign of grief seemingly dissolved from Romans face.

The final queen for the night came on the stage and they both watched with joy as she performed.

"I know what you're doing, you know." Roman said, not taking his eyes off the stage. Virgil froze instantly, slowly daring to look at his friend. Roman once again had small tears in his eyes but he wore the most genuine smile Virgil hadn't seen on him in ages. "Thank you."

Virgil smiled at his friend. At his brother. "Of coarse."

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Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write something based on the glam looks Thomas posted for Roman and Virgil for a while now and I obviously wanted to write something for Romans birthday. So when I saw the prompt for today was ‘drag’ I immediately thought “well that’s convenient”. So happy birthday Roman! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed. I’m still practicing my writing and hopefully I’m improving.

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sweetchup · 4 years

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Three isn’t a Crowd

Request by @al-shayfield: could you please do a killua x gon x reader little picnic date? if not that’s okay :)

Type: Gon x reader x Killua

Au?: Poly Au. Normal.

Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: Polyamory, The boys are still kids but this is a kid type of date so it’s ok, Hisoka being Hisoka, bullying, cursing

“Ok! So let’s go through the list before we leave.” You mumble, putting the last of the utensils into the basket. The light from the morning sun shined through the windows and onto the backs of the two boys across the table from you. “Ok, so Sandwiches and chips?”

“Yes!!” Gon chirps in, “On the left.”

You checked that off and moved to the next Item. “Soda and cups?”

“Yeah.” Killua says, bouncing a tennis ball on the floor.

“Chocolate cake?”

“Ye—“ “Definitely!!”

Gon turns to glare at Killua causing the white hair boy to stop bouncing the ball. Oh here we go again. You just ignore them and continue on with your list.

“Hey why did you cut me off?” Gon whined at Killua, who scoffs.

“You were too slow.”

“W-well I think you are trying to impress (y/n).” Gon huffs, pouting a little. While they were arguing you had looked up and down the list and realized you were done and hadn’t forgotten anything. Throwing away the list, you put the red and white plaid picnic blanket on top and closed the basket.

“Hah?! Are you an idiot?” Killua mocks, poking the boy in the head, “If I wanna impress her I would do something like this.”

Killua jumps over the table and gives you a grin. Before you can even rebut, he lifts you easily up onto one of his arms, making it look practically effortless. With his other arm he grabs the basket.

“This is how you impress a girl,” Killua says, very proud of himself. Gon, stubborn, doesn’t back down.

“W-well I can do better!”

You sigh as Gon pulls you off of Killua. This could take a while but then again what did you expect accepting a date with these two idiots.

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“How many times do I have to tell you two to be careful? Especially with (y/n).” Kurapika scolds the two boys in front of him. “You're glad Leorio and I stepped in before she got hurt.”

Killua tches, clearly over Kurapika’s Scolding. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Let’s go Gon, (Y/n).”

Killua holds one of your hands while Gon holds the other. They both drag you away from Leorio, who had previously been checking you for any injuries.

“Oh! Umm.. Bye Mr. Kurapika! Mr. Leorio! Thank you very much!” You shout. Your voice growing more and more faded as you're dragged away. The two men wave at the trio until the door shuts close. As soon as they do, Leorio turns to Kurapiks. A pout was on the man’s face.

“Aww come on Kurapika, it’s their first date. you shouldn’t be so hard on them.”

“Of course I do. I mean didn’t you see (y/n)?”

Leorio blinks and scrunches his eyebrows, thinking back. “Hmm… I don’t think I saw anything out of the ordinary about her?”

Kurapika sighs “Leorio you have to remember we are currently staying in the Yorbian Continent. It’s not illegal but it’s very uncommon for polyamory here. It’s not like we are in the Republic of Padokia or the Azian Continent where it is common.”

“Oh. So you mean...”

“Yes, not only is (Y/n) from York New, where it is uncommon, so she knows the amount of ridicule and abuse she could go through but we also have to think about the huge amount of Anti-poly people that are recorded here in this town.”

“Yeah and I’m guessing Gon and Killua probably don’t know about that?” Leorio says, leaning against the wall. He looks out the window and sees the three holding hands, walking in the direction of the busy center of town.

“Most likely” Kurapika sighs, looking at the three as well. “I just hope that no one gets hurt”

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“Ok!!” You say excited. You were trying to hide your nervousness. Not only were you on your first date ever with two handsome boys and had also tried on a new dress but you were in the Yorbian Continent on a poly date; not the brightest decision but oh well. You aren’t going to let your worries stop you. You were going to have fun, “So on our way to the park I say we quickly stop by at some fun places!! Does that sound okay?”

The two boys could only nod their heads. It wasn’t them being rude, they just couldn’t talk. You looked so cute as you did a little spin at fun and by getting shy when asking them if it was ok.

You giggled, causing their hearts to jump. “Let’s go then!”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“First stop, The diamond theater!!”

All three of you looked in awe as you looked around the building you just entered. It looked absolutely magical. With trees made out of actual gold and silver, colorful jeweled animals and diamond and glass mural walls.

“Oh wow Killua look at this!”

Killua looks over and sees you pointing at something in a book. “It says right here that this is the biggest location with some of the highest amounts of rare diamonds and fire opals. Even counting red diamonds.”

“Oh wow”

“Ack! Killua!” Gon shouts, sounding concerned and worried.

Killua turns away from you and soon freezes. Looking up from your manual you see three men next to Gon.

“There’s the other one. Me doesn’t recognize girl though” A short man with a skull neck cloth covering his face said. He gave off weird vibes when he looked at you.

“Hey boys! How are you doing?” A man with a long bun on top of his head said, “Oh? Who is this?”

“None of your business old man!!” Killua says, pulling you behind him as Gon moves to stand next to him. As they glared at the two men, you looked towards the third man. He seemed different from the other two especially since with no shirt on and a cross tattoo on his forehead.

Yet you also noticed his eyes were very blank and emotionless compared to the two. It kind of made you sad looking at him. You wished the stranger could be happy. Oh! you know what you would do!

“(Y/n)!!” Killua shouts, his stomach dropping as you walk up to Chrollo. He goes to grab you but is stopped by Nobunaga and Feitan.

You look up at the man. Kind of shy now that you realized he was much taller and probably much stronger than you.

“May I help you? Young lady?” Chrollo says, amused by the fact you just simply walked up to him. The leader of the phantom troupe.

“A-ah, yes! I was wondering what’s your favorite animal?” You say. Quickly, you looked back and saw Gon and Killua waving their hands frantically. Oh, maybe they are cheering you on.

“Hmmm… a spider” Chrollo says after a couple minutes of thinking.

What an interesting choice. Holding out your hands you take a breath before bubbles conjure up around the man. The bubbles slowly start to form cute little bubbly spiders of all sorts of colors which start bouncing on and about chrollo.

Chrollo lets out a small grin as he reaches out and pops one. The boys sigh in relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as they thought. Chrollo suddenly kneels down to your height and pulls out a handprint book.

“So how does your Nen work, little miss?” Chrollo asks, putting a hand on your shoulder as you look untreated at the book.

“OH HELL NO!!” Killua shouts.

Killua quickly rushes in and grabs you from Chrollo. You looked confused as the two raced away as fast as they could from the scene. Chrollo chuckles as he watches them for a couple of seconds in amusement before standing back up.

“Not going after them Feitan?”

“No, me is.” Feitan grins wickedly up at Chrollo. “Me just giving them a head start. It’s fun that way.”

“Ok, but keep the little girl alive. She interests me.”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“Ok so the Diamond theater didn’t work out….But this should! Ok so we are at…” Your voice trails off at the end as you are stunned at the scene in front of you.

“L-let go of me!! Illumi!!”

“Now why would I do that Killua? As your big brother I’m giving you a sign of affection, a hug. Mother told me it could work to get those silly thoughts out of your head. Though I would pref—“

First off, Killua was currently being hugged, well more like crushed to death, by a man. According to the man’s sentence he was Killua’s older brother? It was weird since they looked so different. You knew Killua was a Zoldyck so maybe they are half or step siblings? Or maybe his family is polyamorous too? Did the man just mention putting a needle into Killua? You had so many questions.

“Oh~~~ Gon!!!”

Now second, … what even was this? A clown like man was moaning over Gon trying to fight him. You think that was the easiest way to explain it so enough is said there.

You look down at your manual. You thought going to the biggest toy store in the world would be fun but you didn’t expect this. Those two men seemed to be having a blast, well of course at the price of Gon and Killua sanity.

“Hmm~~ who’s this?”

Looking back up you see the clown man is right in front of you. You hadn’t realized it now but… but…

“Wow! You are tall sir! Are you a model?” You say, your eyes sparkling. Your favorite shows of all time to watch were ‘Yorbian Next Top Model’ or ‘The Victor Secret Fashion Show’ so you always question handsome or beautiful people if they were models. Hey, you never know when you might accidentally meet one.

The red-haired man laughs and leans down to your height. “Oh aren’t you a sweetheart~~ I’m not, but I’m something even better, a transmitter~. Did you know my Nen, bungee gum, has the properties of both rubber and gum?”

You giggle as you see him using his Nen on a magic trick. “No, I didn’t know that. I think you would make a nice model though! You are very thin and muscular!”

“Well I’m thick and muscular in another area~~ Do you wanna—“ Hisoka is cut off as you see he is suddenly electrocuted. You see Killua still in the arms of the man (though his now long black hair is all poofy) , furious, as he pulls back his yo-yo. Gon quickly picks you and brings you away from Hisoka.

“Go to hell pervert!” Killua shouts as he kicks out of his brother gold. You three run away, again, Gon sticks his tongue out at Illumi as they leave.

“Oh. I want to talk to kill more” Illumi mumbles. He blank faces, even more than usual, as Hisoka lets out a very loud moan.

“Oh~~ Gon! Killua!!”

“Hey Gon. Killua. What’s that bright light over—“

“Don’t ask!!”

——⚡️—🌸—🥦——

“Ah we are down to our final place!”

“I hope this one goes well.” Killua grumbles.

“I’m sorry Killua. I wi—“

Killua cuts you off and squeezes your hand which he was holding. “Don’t apologize idiot, it wasn’t your fault. We just, for some reason, keep on bumping into the wrong people today.”

You feel another squeeze and look at Gon. “Yeah don’t worry (y/n)!!”

“Ok! So our final stop before the picnic is Lucy’s Celestial Palace!” You shout, as you three stop right in front of a crazy looking old factory building.

You give a reassuring squeeze to the boys about to walk into the star filled building. You would try your best to make sure they wouldn’t get recognized by any more—

“Gon! Killua!”

…or not…

“Oh Zushi! Master!” Gon shouts. Master? Oh! You turn around and see a boy and a man with glasses. He must be Master Wing! The one they told you taught them Nen! This couldn’t go bad.

“Hello boys! Oh and who are you young lady?”

“Oh! Nice to meet you I’m—“

“She’s (y/n), our girlfriend!” Gon shouts, cutting you off. You blush a bright red as Killua hits him over the head.

“Don’t cut her off, idiot.”

“Miss (y/n)” You looked up at Mister Wing, a serious look on his face. “If you don’t mind I would like to speak with Gon and Killua for a moment?”

“Y-yes of course”

You watch as Wing drags the two boys a little ways away. You wonder what he needed them for. You are snapped out of your thoughts quickly as you see Zushi turn to look at you before bowing. “Nice to meet you (y/n), Girlfriend of Gon and Killua. My name is Zushi. Osh!”

Still flustered, you turn and bow as well. “N-Nice to meet you as well Zushi!”

You two stop bowing and turn as you hear a loud hush from Wing. Gon’s face was red while Killua had a mischievous grin on his face.

“I wonder what master wanted from Killua and Gon.”

“Y-yeah. I wonder too.”

You two watch as Wing continues talking. Slowly but surely both of the boys faces are soon red as a tomato. How odd.

“AHH! WE DON’T NEED ALL THAT INFO.” Killua shouts walking back over to you. He blushes even more as he looks at you. Looking to the ground he takes your hand and drags you away. Gon follows slightly behind you guys, his face bright red, with steam coming out his ears. You couldn’t exactly hear what Gon was saying, only little bits like ‘how would that work’ and ‘that doesn’t make sense’.

You wanted to ask what Wing told them but decided against it.

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“Finally we are here!!” Killua and Gon shout in unison, plopping on the grass. You giggle at the boy's silliness and put the basket under a tree.

As the two exhausted boys get some quick rest, you kneel down and the open the basket. You might as well get started while they calm down. Deciding to set the blanket up first, you pull it out. Holding two of the edges you fluff it out, letting the wind carry it for a bit, and finally laying it lightly down on the slightly dewy green grass. As you are about to set up the other stuff you hear the rustle and crunching of grass.

“Let me help you (y/n)!” Gon says, sticking his hands into the basket. He grabs a whole pile of stuff and starts wobbling over to the blanket. Almost dropping the chocolate cake several times, Killua would be so mad if Gon destroyed it.

“A-ah be careful Gon!”

“Don’t worry I got it!”

After getting everything set up, and thankfully Gon didn’t drop or break anything, you all sit down and finally have lunch. You take small bites of your freshly made sandwich as you watch the boys wolf down their food. It was kind of amazing at how fast they were able to eat and you kind of wonder who would win if it was a competition. Unless they were having one and you didn’t know it.

“Ah that was good~~” Gon says, laying on his back and patting his stomach. You laugh while Killua just rolls his eyes. Grabbing your pudding you go to take a bite of your dessert when you get an idea.

“Killua~” You singsongly say; holding the spoon up to the boy’s face, “Say ahh~”

Killua stutters to say something as he goes bright red. Flustered, he turns his head and lets out a small ‘idiot’ as he tries to compose himself.

“Oh come on Killua!” You whine, slightly pouting.

“I’ll have it (y/n)!” Gon says, quickly sprinting over and sitting in front of you. He opens his mouth wide and points to it causing you to giggle. You were about to feed him when Killua headbuts Gon and eats the pudding instead.

“Hey! What was that for!!” Gon shouts, holding the bump on his head.

“She offered it to me first, idiot!”

Gon was about to stand up and start something with Killua but you pull the boy back down, placing his head on your lap. You sigh as you run your fingers through the blushing boy’s hair; being extra careful in the area of the injury.

“You two need to stop fighting. For crying out loud you two are best friends! This isn’t a competition”

“Sorry (y/n)” They squeak out; clearly embarrassed.

“Now sit still so I can feed you two the rest of the pudding. Gon say ahh~~”

“Man what a little whore.”

You stop dead in your tracks as you hear that. Your hand slightly clenches around the spoon. You kind of expected something like this to happen but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You slightly lift your head to see a group of people, one of which had made a comment earlier.

“God how gross!”

“Poor boys, that girl is selfish and can’t pick between them.”

“Wow, only a kid and already likes two at once. What a shame.”

“(Y/n).” You shoot your head to Killua, who puts a hand on your cheek. As he pulls it away you see his hand is wet, you hadn’t realized you were crying.

“Hey!” Gon shouts; standing up and going to fight them. Killua quickly grabs Gon’s arm and stops him, Gon, angrily, spins around and tries to pull his arm away. “Let me go, Killua!! They insulted (y/n)!”

“You idiot. Look around.” Killua whisper-yells. Gon looks around at the other people at the park, who were also starring and muttering. Some of which knew Nen, had weapons or looked overall strong. “Leaving her here is bad. Taking her in the fight is also bad. You know her Nen isn’t made for close combat and she’s not exactly focused right now to do long ranged”

“Well we can’t do anything!”

“I know…,” Killua mutters. The two stand in silence for a while until Killua suddenly has an idea. “Wait... Come here, I have a plan”

As soon as Killua finishes whispering the plan in Gon’s ear the boy gives him a nod. “Understand?”

“Yeah”

The two suddenly turn to you and begin to put away the stuff. Your stomach drops, you felt bad that this day got ruined, it seemed nothing had gone right. Tears start to well up in your eyes. Man what a useless crybaby you are—

“(Y/n)” You look up from the ground at the call. Suddenly, your cheeks turn crimson as you feel something on each side of your cheek. Gon and Killua had each given you a kiss on your cheek, with Killua on your left and Gon on the right.

With you being absolutely flustered and steam coming out of your ears, you accidentally activate a Nen bubble around all three of you. Killua and Gon pull away, grinning at each as your brain is practically mush.

“Ready Gon?”

“Yeah!”

Gon and Killua jumped out of your protected bubble. Since you were practically a puddle you were unaware of the Chaos about to happen. Their plan to get back at the people who made you cry. The two fist bump before going off in opposite directions.

“Jan….Ken….Rock!!”

“Lightning Palm!!”

“RUNN!” “MY LEG!” “AHHHH!”

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*pop*

You finally pop your bubble as you come to. But what in the world… happened? You must have missed a lot since the Park was practically destroyed, with trees cut down, people on the ground (some of which were twitching), and the ground uneven.

“(Y/n)!!” You look towards the sunset to see Gon and Killua running towards you, both laughing. As they stop in front of you, they turn to each other, grinning widely, giving each other a high five. This even confused you more, why in the world were they high fiving? Did they do this? Why did they destroy a perfectly good park? Wait, did they do this for—

“(Y/n)...” a voice whispers right next to your ear. You quickly turn and realize Killua had sneaked up on you while you were thinking. While frozen still, Killua leans in and gives you a kiss.

Though it was a small and light kiss, it definitely didn’t feel like one. Once your lips had locked a shock went through all the nerves of your body, causing you to shiver and clutch onto Killua’s shirt. On top of that, the kiss felt like Killua was putting in every bit of love into it. Almost like he was sharing a secret. Huh. A Transmitter’s kiss. You two slowly pull away and give each other a small smile. Killua silver hair blows in the wind under the shaded tree.

“My turn!!”

You quickly turned your head and felt lips crashing onto yours. Stumbling, you can’t hold Gon up and begin to fall back. The kiss was sudden and rushed. Definitely Gon was being impatient. Yet, it was nice. It was simple and straightforward. A very sweet and lovely kiss. Definitely a kiss from an enhancer.

As you're on your back, Gon pulls away and holds himself above you. The light from the sun shines upon him as he gives you a wide grin. You smile back at him until he is suddenly pulled off.

“You idiot!!” Killua shouts, “What did Kurapika say about not hurting her?!”

“I wasn’t!! You could've hurt her too when you sneaked up on her!!”

“I wouldn’t—“

You giggle as you watch the two argue, slightly brushing your fingers across your lips. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all!

#hxh gon #hxh killua #gon freccs #killua zoldyck #gon x reader #hxh gon x reader #killua x reader #hxh fluff #hunter x hunter #gon #killua #hxh imagines

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the-record · 3 years

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The City of Romance (Part 2)

Summary: On Spencer’s mandatory leave, he plans a trip to Paris, France where he meets an unforgettable face.

Part 2 summary:

Italics: Translation French to English. Bold: Song lyrics

Songs: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles - You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Non-BAU!Fem!Reader

A/N: I love writing this, there will definitely be more parts <3

Part 1, Part 3

Check out my masterlist here!

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Spencer.” You smiled hearing his voice.

“Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah just wanted to make plans and I hate texting.” You giggle softly.

“Same. It takes way to long. And yeah. Where do you want to go?”

“It’s kind of a surprise. Just look nice and I will pick you up on Saturday at 5. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. See you then.” You hung up and ran to your closet to pick out an outfit. You chose a dress that could be both casual or formal depending on what shoes and jewelry you wore. A tight green dress. With heels, gold necklace, fancy earrings, and rings made it fancy. With converse and a silver necklace with simple silver rings made it casual. Hair curled and up was casual and fancy. Perfect. Now all you had to do was wait.

Saturday could not have come fast enough. You threw on the dress and did some natural makeup. You curled your hair and put it into a ponytail, taking out some pieces to frame your face. The doorbell of your uncles house rang as you finished your hair. You ran downstairs as fast as you could and opened the door.

“Spencer! Come in!” He nodded and stood by the door.

“You look gorgeous.” You felt the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you. I didn’t know whether this was casual or fancy...” You tried to play that off so he would give you a hint.

“Very casual.” You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds good. I’ll be right back.” He nodded and leaned against the wall as you ran upstairs. You put on the converse and jewelry quickly before doing a onceover and going back down, carefully this time. “Ready?” He nodded and lead you to his car, opening the passengers side door for you. What a gentleman. “Ok so where are we going?” You questioned.

“That’s a surprise.” You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes. You turned on the radio.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Do you know the song?” You look at Spencer and your jaw drops.

“You don’t know Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?” He shakes his head and smiled. “Wow ok. Next date we are teaching you about music because I am utterly shocked right now.” He stopped at the red light and looked at you.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Next date?” You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized what you said. You looked down at your hands even as his eyes were on you. “Wait, it’s okay. I would really like that actually.” You looked up at him.

“Really?” He nodded. “Great.” He drove a little longer while you sang to the music on the radio station. He pulled up to a mini golf course. “Mini golf?” You smiled and hopped out the car.

“Do you like it?” You smiled and took his arm.

“I love it.” It was warm outside. Spencer was in jeans, converse high tops, and a sweater. He looked absolutely adorable. You went to the front desk to pay for the night. You both got clubs and a fun colored golf ball before heading outside. Unsurprisingly you were both terrible and spent 15 minutes at each hole. “God we suck.” You giggle.

“I have to agree. Maybe mini golf wasn’t the best choice of date.” You nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I think it’s pretty great. I mean, we get to spend time together and get to know each other. I think it’s perfect.” You see the blush rise to his cheeks. “How about we go get ice cream or something?” He takes your hand in his and now it’s your turn to blush. The heat rises to your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach are flipping and running into your skin.

“That’s sounds like a great idea.” You walk with down the streets hand in hand until you make it to an ice cream parlor. “What kind are you getting?” You look up at him.

“Chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s the best.” He smiles and nods making a mental note of that.

“One vanilla cone and a chocolate chip cookie dough cone please.” He pulls out his wallet and you try to stop him but he proceeds anyways. “I’m taking you out, this is my treat so I am paying.” You finally give in. The ice cream is smooth and creamy. It has the perfect about of ice cream to cookie dough. “How is it?”

“To die for. How’s yours?”

“Perfect.” You smiled and take another bite of your dessert. You eventually make it back to the car and neither of you have any food left in your hands. It’s been such a long day you fall asleep in the car on the way back. When you wake up he is bent down next to you trying to wake you up. “Hey, we’re here.” You put your arms around his shoulders to help you up and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t twitch or shake you away, he embraces you and helps you up. You pull out your key and unlock the door to David’s mansion.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You kissed his cheek a little closer to his lips than last time. “Bye Spence, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bye. Have a good night.” You smile as he walks away and when you close the door, your whole body leans against the door before sliding to the ground. Your body is to heavy for you feet to hold up. You felt weightless. Like you just might fly away if something didn’t hold you down. But you weren’t weightless so your feet hurt like a bitch.

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“No absolutely not! You cannot tell me Mozart is better than The Beatles! You are crazy Spence! I have been over 4 times to show you new music and still, you think classical music is the best!” You got up to put on a new record. It was Taylor Swift’s album Fearless.

“It’s better! Stop denying it.” You scoffed and placed the vinyl down before moving the needle over. It started playing ‘You Belong With Me’ one of your all time favorites. “Oh no, no more of your music. Please, I’m sorry for insulting The Beatles but this is torture.” You rolled your eyes and dropped your head.

“Nuh uh uh! This is Taylor Swift and we are listening to it, period.”

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

You sing every single word, getting each lyric and note right. You serenade the man in front of you.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

Spencer laughs as you dance around his apartment singing the song like no one’s watching. He told you to bring your own music because all of his was classical which thoroughly annoyed you how uncultured he is.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

You stare him down in the eyes for the next part.

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

His eyes flicker to your lips but you don’t say anything about it yet. To be fair, your eyes did the same. You got a little closer to him, still dancing and bouncing around.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

You put your finger out and tip up his chin so he looks you in the eyes. He smiles, perfect for the next lyrics.

And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

You back away once again, winking at him as you move. He thinks he’s imagined it but he definitely hasn’t. It’s all real. You, him, the music, the wink. Everything is real.

She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

Suddenly your almost stomping on the ground to the beat, getting ready for the next part.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me

Your words become softer and softer as you sing. Your voice lowering slightly every word.

Can't you see that I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

You come closer to Spencer and pull him up off his couch so you are standing right in front of each other. Your faces creep closer and closer as you finish the song.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

He pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss which your reciprocate, throwing your arms around his neck. He hugs you close by the waist.

You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me

“I like Taylor Swift.” You giggle against his lips.

“Well isn’t that amazing. Lucky for you I have all of her albums.” You place another kiss on his soft lips. “I like that.”

“I like that too.” You rest your head on his chest as ‘Breathe’ plays. “I think you might have to show me new music more often.” You bite your lip to try and hide your smile but fail.

“My email!” You gasp. “I was supposed to get an email about the job at that elementary school.” You pull out of his arms and race to your computer that you brought over. You see the email and run back over to him, pulling him towards it. “I can’t open it, you have to.” You instruct. He stands behind you and puts his arms on each side, moving the mouse and clicking on it. Your eyes screwed shut and when he realized and whispered into your ear.

“Congrats pretty girl.” You gasp and open your eyes, skimming over the email. Spencer goes to his kitchen and pulls a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Your face is bright and excited. You’re glowing and the ice cream makes it better. You both sit on the couch and eat ice cream as a celebration. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head. “I knew you would get the job.” You smile and lean into his chest.

“Thank you.” You look up and place go in for a kiss but wipe ice cream on his nose instead. “Oops!” He scoffs and puts some ice cream on your nose. “Spencer!” He chuckles and wipes your nose then his.

“I’m sorry love. I won’t ever wipe ice cream on your nose again.” You lean in for a kiss, and this time, you don’t stop.

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“Hello lovelies!” You enter the bullpen with boxes of pastries and cookies in your hands. “International gifts for my favorite people.” You place the boxes on Spencer’s desk before giving him a quick peck.

“You are a goddess woman!” You smile at Derek’s comment.

“Sorry, I’m taken.” You open a box and pull out an éclair for yourself, taking a big bite. Spencer moves his chair a little and pulls you into his lap causing you to jump and almost scream at the sudden movement. “Spencer Reid I swear I will have your head in a basket if you ever do that again!” You smack his shoulder with your free hand. He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Ok, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You smile as the team all comes to get something from the boxes.

“Ugh, Hotch they’re doing it again!” Emily yells, pretending to be disgusted by you and Spencer.

“Someone’s grouchy today.” You point out, leaning into Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, what’re you doing here today anyways? Don’t you have work?” JJ asks. You smile and shake your head.

“Kindergarten got out early today. I don’t know why, but the district gave us early release.”

“That is so not true. We all know this is an excuse to see Reid because you don’t know what else to do.” You roll your eyes at Derek’s comment.

“That is not true. I actually have a lot of shit to do today. I have to go get candy and costumes for Halloween, get my classroom reset up and decorated, clean, go to the post office, make lesson plans, really I just wanted to stop by and bring you all food. Seeing my boyfriend was just an added plus. And what happened to me being a goddess like 10 minutes ago?” You hummed. “Ok well I am going to go say hi to the rest of the team. I love you.” You kissed Spencer’s head and walked to Hotch’s office with a box of treats in hand. “You’ve got mail.” You opened his door and walked over to bring him something to eat. He grabbed out a croissant and placed it on his desk. “Get something for Jack too.”

“Really?” You nod. “Thanks. How’s teaching going?” The sound of happy children rang through your ears.

“I love it so much however apparently we get early release so the kids got the rest of the day off. How’s catching twisted minds going?” He sighs and rubs his head before leaning back into his chair.

“Never get’s an easier. Alright well I assume you have busy day so I will let you get on. Thanks for the food.” You nodded and closed the door on your way out. Next stop, David’s office.

“Come in.” You opened the door.

“Mom says hi.” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Good morning Bella.” You smile and bring the box towards him and place on his desk when your phone rings in your back pocket. You smiled and step out to take the call. You stand in the hallway to talk.

“Y/N, es-tu là?“ “Y/N, are you there?”

“Ouais maman, je suis là. Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” “Yeah mom, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Je ne sais pas. Je ne peux pas respirer.” “I don’t know. I can’t breathe.”

“OK OK. Peux-tu faire quelque chose pour moi? Inspirez pendant 5 secondes, maintenez pendant 6 et expirez pendant 7.” “Ok Ok. Can you do something for me? Breathe in for 5 seconds, hold for 6, and out for 7.”

You listen and hear your mom, breathing as you count. You hear her breath steady out and it calms you.

“Bon travail. Pouvez-vous me chercher Nicolette? Donnez-lui le téléphone et prenez un verre d'eau.” “Good job. Can you get Nicolette for me? Hand her the phone and get a glass of water.”

“Qui.” “Yes.”

You hear the phone moving and the sounds of people conversing in French in the background.

“Salut?” “Hello?”

“Salut c'est moi. Maman vient d'avoir une crise de panique alors peux-tu l'aider? Je l'ai amenée à réguler sa respiration mais je ne peux pas m'empêcher de beaucoup parler au téléphone.” “Hey, it's me. Mom just had a panic attack so can you help her? I got her to regulate her breathing but I can't help much over the phone.”

“L'amour bien sûr. Je t'appellerai et un peu.” “Of course love. I will call you in a little.”

“Merci. Dis à maman que je t'aime pour moi. Au revoir.” “Thank you. Tell mom I love you for me. Bye.”

Your breathing relaxes and you realize the time. You’ve been here much longer than you thought you would be.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Static

Minori looked forward to the mall all day, and now that class had finally ended, seemingly after a lifetime, she hurriedly went to change out of her uniform. Out of the limited variety of clothing she owned, Minori decided on a basic pair of jeans and a brown sweater. She never did anything to her hair, sometimes adding water to revive the curls, but other than that, she leaves it in its unruly state.

Now that both girls are ready and dressed comfortably, they make their way out of the dorms. They chatter on their way, reminiscing and laughing how Kaminari continuously poked about Bakugo’s secret throughout lunch, then Bakugo forcing the blonde to use his Quirk and duncefy him, evidently shutting him up. As the two continued to walk, said male was leaning on a lamppost, arms crossed.

Minori raises an eyebrow curiously and glances towards Mina, only to find her lips pulled upwards in a knowing smirk. As their footsteps got closer, his crimson orbs lazily glimpsed at them before pushing himself off and walks ahead.

“I’m confused,” Minori drawls slowly, her face scrunching and footsteps coming to a stop. Forcing the other two to follow.

Bakugo turns around, the tuft of his ash blonde hair shifting at the sudden breeze. “I’m going to the mall,” he grumbles matter of factly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, so you’re coming with us?” Mina asks, raising an eyebrow as she crosses her arms, a teasing smile kissing her lips.

“Obviously, I’m not fucking going with you. You two are just stalking me,” he corrects, making Minori snort. “But since you two are here, you can follow me or whatever.”

“Ok--”

“No,” Mina rebuttals, “I mean, if you’re going to the mall for a different purpose than to hang out with us, we’ll just split up when we get there.” She finishes, shrugging her shoulders, and takes a step forward.

Like a lost puppy, Minori immediately follows close behind. From her distance, she could see the two staring one another down. The black sclera of Mina’s orbs shined against her yellow irises, clashing against red ones. The pinkette looked at the male as if daring him. On the other hand, though, Bakugo’s eyes shifted with hesitation, his lips quivering like he wanted to say something but too reluctant to speak up.

“I mean, since we’re all here, we can all just go together,” Minori says, interrupting their staredown. “I think it’d be nice if all three of us hung out,” she proposes.

“I agree, but I don’t want to intrude on his activities, you get me?” Minori’s lips fall slightly open, shaping an ‘o,’ realizing her friend is right. She never even thought about why Bakugo suddenly wanted to go to the mall. What if he was there to grab a couple of necessities. And be on his way. The last thing she wanted to do was waste his time.

“Mina’s right,” she pouts, her full bottom lip juts out slightly as the corner of her lips fall. “We shouldn’t bother you if--”

“It’s fine,” Bakugo interrupts, rolling his eyes. “It’s not crazy important. Besides, now that I’m here, I’ll keep an eye on that big ass mouth of hers.” Suddenly, the pinkette laughs, smiling from ear to ear. Mina’s laugh embodies who she is-- sweet and genuine, and the beautiful noise brings warmth to Minori’s skin.

“I see,” Mina giggles, skipping a few feet ahead before swiveling to face the two. “You want to keep an eye on me.” Winking at Minori. Said girl mouths ‘what?’ toward her friend, confused as to why she would wink at her if she didn’t even know what the secret was.

“I don’t trust you,” Bakugo growls, snarling his teeth like a dog.”

“Yeah yeah,” waving her hand around dismissively, she continues. “Don’t be a Debbie Downer. Anyways this is going to be so much fun!” skipping closer to the two, Mina grabs Minori’s arm and interlocks their elbows, pulling the girl ahead. “Right, bestie?”

Minori lightly laughs under her breath. Turning her head back, she faces Bakugo. His demeanor no longer seems tense, and the curve of his eyebrows smoothened out. His crimson orbs peek into hers, and she observes how his eyes aren’t radiating any signs of discomfort. Instead, he seems to be more at peace, making her stand a little taller. Her lips stretch into a beaming smile, forcing the corner of her eyes to curve. She turns her head back to the front, but not before catching the light pink littering his cheeks.

“Yeah, it is,” Minori answers, the tone of her voice content.

***

Once the three arrived, Minori stood in awe at the vast array of stores within the building. She never imagined the first time she’d be in a mall, much less for it to be decked out the way it is. The ceiling is domed high with beautiful glass, and the walkways flow like tributaries to the main rivers of people. It smells like heaven, the sweet aroma of baked goods setting the atmosphere.

The trio walked around the building with no destination in mind. Their chatter was like a childish dance, beautifully chaotic, but makes you laugh out loud nonetheless. That’s what their friendship was, not only the three of them but also with Kaminari and Kirishima. Their banter was bonding, always seemingly bringing out some sort of playfulness with each other.

As they’re walking, Minori’s silver-grey eyes stop on a specific store. It charmingly stood in a corner, shining with a combination of granite and daylight. The walls are painted black, and the lightbulbs shone with a warm ambiance. She could feel that there were good things within. Suddenly, Minori could feel a sudden weight on her shoulder. Glancing in that direction, she finds Mina with a comforting smile. “Let’s go check this store out,” she says, and Minori nods.

Inside, Minori’s eyes lit up as she entered. There are various racks filled with clothes in the back, immediately drawing the group’s fashionista toward. On the right of the wall are shelves filled with books, figurines, and knick-knacks, and on the floor held accessories.

Even in the dim lights, there was still a sparkle glinting, inexplicably drawing Minori closer. She let out an involuntary gasp at the item, never having seen something so beautiful. Minori held the jewel in her outstretched hand; the brilliant purple hue was so vivid it was how she imagined the purest gem would appear if it existed.

The necklace was polished and cut to perfection with crystals held together by a shiny gold chain. The necklace is built in two layers. On top lay a beautifully carved butterfly, lepidolite engraved within, and right below is a pendant with the same stone embedded within it. Minori stood there, transfixed by the enchanting jewel. Its surface was impossibly smooth. Its colors, mesmerizingly bright, giving off an ethereal glow.

“You like it?”

“Yeah,” Minori whispers to Bakugo.

“If you like it, then buy it,” he stated as if it was the most simplistic and obvious thing to do.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t need it.”

“I never asked if you needed it,” he grumbles. At that exact moment, Mina comes by with a bundle of clothes in her hand. Her amber irises catch the necklace Minori’s holding and squeals.

“That is so cute!” She exclaims. “You should try it on and see how it looks. I’m going to try on these bad boys,” she raises her hand to show off the variety of options she’s chosen and makes her way to the dressing room. Minori looked down one last time at the necklace and decides to take Mina’s advice and try it on.

Pulling the chain back to her neck, her eyebrows scrunch together as she struggles to lock it in. Feeling Bakugo’s piercing gaze, merely watching her struggle and fail to clip in a simple jewel, she frowns. “I can’t clip it,” she huffs.

“Give it to me,” he demands, jutting out his hand.

“You have larger hands than I do. It’s not going to work.”

“Just give me the stupid thing,” he insists. Blowing a breath from her nose, Minori hands him the necklace. “And lift your hair.” Turning around, Minori bunches her hair in her hand, twisting it into a bun for her to hold.

Bakugo gently puts the necklace over her, careful not to pull too hard since the chain wasn’t very long. Minori was slightly surprised by how delicate he was being, but immediately after she had that thought, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could feel Bakugo’s steady breaths hit her, the feeling instantly electrocuting her, leaving her surprisingly hot. For a second, his fingers touched her neck, forcing her to shiver unintentionally and close her eyes.

“Done,” he whispers, his voice coming out hoarse as he somewhat steps back.

Minori looked down at the necklace, sitting flawlessly below her collarbone. “How does it look?” she asks, skin tingling as they lock eyes.

“Nice,” he replies, glancing toward the jewel then back at her. Looking into his deep orbs, a crackle of air forms between them like static. Her heart beats erratically in her chest, feeling as though it may burst.

Minori’s breaths suddenly felt shallow as she peered into Bakugo’s hypnotizingly, intriguing, sharp cat-like eyes. There was something about how he was looking at her and had spoken so kindly that it made the air flicker with tension. It wasn’t negative, no-- she couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was-- but it left her flustered. Rendering her a human butterfly.

Minori couldn’t quite find her voice as she flickered her gaze away, clearing her throat.

“So, are you going to get it?” Bakugo asks, disrupting the silence and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No.”

“But you like it.”

“Yeah, but it is what it is,” Minori shrugs, not wanting to get into the fact that she doesn’t have a penny to her name. Everything she owns was gifted to her by the kindness of Nezu’s heart, and it’s not like she can up and get a job. Not while she’s in school, training to become a hero. Much less than getting hired due to her name, especially now that Tatsumaki’s back, and she doesn’t know when her mother will make her re-debut.

“That’s so pretty, Minori,” Mina announces as she approaches the duo. “It really suits you, especially the color. It’s perfect skin tone.”

“Thanks,” Minori mumbles, suddenly shy to the compliment, but knowing she can’t take the jewelry with her, she asks Mina to unclip it for her; too embarrassed to ask Bakugo for help for some unknown reason.

As the trio makes their way out of the store, Mina points at a clothing boutique she wants to enter. The pinkette hauls a bunch of outfits to try and asks Bakugo and Minori’s opinions. Meanwhile, Minori gives sincere feedback and compliments; the ash-blonde male tiredly insults every item as he sits on the couch, saying things like: “nobody cares” and “burn it.”

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugo announces, stretching his arms. Minori catches the slight rise of his shirt but quickly looking away, shaking her head at her unusual actions. “If Mina tries to tell you anything, punch her in the throat for me.”

Taken aback by his joke, she widens her eyes. “What the fuck? No,” she grins, giggling.

The left side of his pale red lips tugs upwards, creating a smirk. “Worth a try,” he says, strolling off.

Getting up from her seat, Minori knocks on Mina’s dressing door. “Hey, Mina?” she calls out, “Bakugo went somewhere, and I really have to pee. Can you tell me where the bathroom is?”

Mina cracks open the door, poking her head out. “Yeah, no problem. You have to step out of the store, and it’s down the hall on your left.”

“Okay, thanks.”

For some reason, as Minori walked alone, she feels unsettled, like a pair of eyes are following her every move. This is nothing new, by all means, but at this moment, something just feels off.

Hurrying off into the bathroom and in a stall, she sits. The hairs on the base of her neck bristled, the room feeling eerily quiet. Quickly, she goes and washes her hands, but her eyes widen when she makes a move to open the door, only for it to be slammed back shut.

A group of goosebumps runs through her frigid skin. Slowly and deliberately, she tried to turn the handle again, only for it not to budge. She opened her mouth to scream, but only a croak issued from her gape.

The particles of air turned into a frenzy behind her before stilling. Immediately, she could sense another presence behind her.

“Hi, baby.”

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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can you write something to rowaelin based on the song lost without you by freya ridings please 🥺 i love ur fanfics

This was supposed to be angst but it ended up being only a it angsty and a little fluffy? Idk, it’s quick and I think it’s cute. I would have posted earlier but I wanted my friend’s opinion first. Hope you like it!

Lost without you

Rowan knew he and his girlfriend were different.

He had known since the moment they had met, and every second after it.

Rowan was quiet, usually kept to himself. He liked nothing more than to study anything related to law and spend time with his girlfriend. Aelin, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She was lively, cheerful. She was constantly dirty with paint, constantly sweaty after working with her sculptures. They had started dating in the beginning of junior year in high school, and the difference had never been something bad.

Until that Friday.

That day, as Rowan stared at his acceptance letter into Orynth College— the best college he could go to if he wanted to do pre law—, the difference weighted on him.

Weighted on him because Aelin wasn’t going with him.

She had gotten her acceptance letter the same day he had, but it had been a different one. A program, she had been offered, to travel the world and learn from some of the best artists alive. It was an extremely rare and exclusive program, and the fact that Aelin had gotten in made him so, so proud. He knew she wouldn’t—couldn’t— let it pass.

And that broke him.

Broke him because his girlfriend was going to leave for four years, and he didn’t know what to do. Neither of them liked the idea of a distance relationship, and there was only one other alternative then.

Breaking up.

Rowan loved Aelin like he had never loved anyone else, and he knew she loved him just as much. He thought it would have been easier if they didn’t love each other as much, thought it would have been easier if it was just a high school fling, but imagining his life without Aelin’s cheerfulness and mirth made his chest crack. Imagining his life not loving Aelin was brutal.

The following days had been hard. As both of them accepted the entrance, it looked like they were drifting apart more and more everyday. They tried to desperately hold onto each other, savor the last weeks together for the next four years. Rowan took her to every place they had ever been in a date, and Aelin drew hundreds of sketches of them. They tried to act like the loving couple they were, tried to joke around as if she wasn’t about to leave in two weeks. But it weighted on both of them, and they only let it show during the nights when they held onto each other so strongly sometimes it left bruising marks.

Now, standing on the platform Aelin was going to catch the train to Banjali, he wished he had held her a little while longer. She was hugging her parents and Aedion. She had already said goodbye to Lysandra, the brunette smiling at her best friend but tears rimming her green eyes.

“If you stop calling, we will hunt you down, fireheart.” Rhoe said, only half jokingly. He gave one last kiss on his daughter head and jerked his chin in Rowan’s direction.

The moment Aelin turned to him, her face crumpled a little, tears rolling down her cheeks. Wordlessly, he pulled her into a hug, peppering her head with kisses as she buried her face on his chest. “I will miss you so much, Ro.”

“I’ll miss you, too, fireheart.” He said, the words feeling too big in his tight throat. “I’ll miss you so, so much.”

“I’ll come back, you know? In four years.” She sniffled. Face still on his chest. “And I would never ask you to wait for me, but please don’t forget me. Or treat me like a stranger when I come back.”

“I would never, Ace.” He said and she cried harder. Aelin had always been close to her family and to Rowan and Lysandra. To be letting all of them go at the same time must have been brutal for her. Rowan wished he could do something, make her feel better in some way. But he also knew Aelin was strong and even though she was hurt right now, she would be happy eventually.

“I would stay. If you asked me, I would stay.” She said quickly through the tears. Rowan’s chest constricted, and a selfish part of him wanted to ask. Wanted it so bad. He wanted to have his girlfriend in the same college as him, doing all college shit together. He didn’t want things to change, and he knew that in that moment, if he asked, she would stay.

But he also knew that she was saying that because it was hurting, and also knew she would regret it later. And she wouldn’t regret Rowan, but herself. And Rowan wouldn’t be able to live seeing her regret the past everyday because he had been selfish.

“Do you wanna see the world, Ace?” He asked softly, his voice not that sad anymore.

She raised her face to look at him. It was pinkish, a few strands of her golden hair stuck on her cheeks because of her crying. Gently and smiling, Rowan rubbed his thumbs on her cheeks, taking away the strands. She closed her eyes, savoring his touch. Even crying, Aelin was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“I want to see the world.” She said opening her turquoise and gold eyes, voice firm.

“Then go.” He smiled at her again, leaving her embrace. She smiled sadly at him, but five minutes later she raised her chin, puffed her chest and got into the train.

And then she left, Rowan watching her go to conquer her dreams. The whole world if she wished.

And Rowan felt so, so lost in that instant.

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It had hurt like a bitch.

Rowan had never felt so lonely and cold. Had never felt so lost without her.

Aelin was a walking flame, burning wherever she went. And now that she had left, Rowan realized how used he had gotten to her presence, how much he loved her.

Much more than he had realized before.

Rhoe put an arm around his shoulders, taking Rowan away from the platform. Rowan was glad Rhoe was there as they walked home. If not, Rowan might have bumped into so many pedestrians, normal people just wanting to go home to their own lives, completely unaware of the girl who had left minutes ago in a train.

“She’ll come back.” Evalin, Aelin’s mom, said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“And she’ll be pissed if you spend four years single and moping.” Aedion muttered, and Rowan scoffed.

“I know that too.”

When Rhoe and Evelin dropped him off at home, he went straight to his room. His fingers itched to call her, but they had agreed that for their break up to be effective, they had to distance themselves a little, at least in the beginning.

He just stared at his ceiling. And stared, and stared and stared.

He loved her so much, and missed her just the same. Rowan knew he was in love with Ace, but missing her made him realize just how much.

He had been quiet and sad for the next few days. A little bit better the next week.

And slowly, Rowan learned how to live without her.

He would go out, he would laugh and joke with his friends. He busted his ass off studying for the next four years, always thinking about the LSAT.

He went on a few dates. Dated a girl named Lyria for a few months, a girl named Remelle for a few weeks.

Even when his life was back at normal, when it had been years since Aelin had left, a part of him still held on to that love he had felt when they were younger. It was hidden in the deep of his mind, a dormant part of it. He would think of her from time to time, smile at their memories and even feel a pang of sadness, but it didn’t feel like it was going to consume him.

Rowan had never forgotten her, and she made sure of it. They didn’t call, not once in four years, and she had never come to visit. But to every city Aelin went, to every beautiful place she visited, she would sketch a small postcard and send it to him. Never with a message, no pictures of her or whatever she was working on. Just the sketches and the name of the place in the back.

A reminder. She hadn’t forgotten him either.

By now, Rowan had hundreds of sketches, all inside a box under his bed. He would sometimes look through them, seeing how her drawing was improving. He remembered that sculpting had always been her area of expertise, and to see her drawings become so flawless made his chest burst in pride. He would smile every time a new handmade postcard arrived, and would eagerly wait for the next one.

Rowan would have never forgotten Aelin, even if she disappeared for ten years and didn’t give him any news.

But he had to admit, he loved to know that she was thinking of him from time to time, too.

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“Rowan Whitethorn, future lawyer.” Aedion smiled, clapping his best friend on his shoulder. “Sounds rather adult-y, doesn’t it?”

Rowan laughed, taking off his green cap. Today had been their graduation day, all his friends receiving their diplomas in different areas. Some of them were ready to go to work, like Lorcan and Vaughan. But he was going to law school now, the same way Fenrys and Aedon were going to med school.

“We are adults, Aedion.”

“Don’t you ever repeat those cursed words!” He said, and Rowan laughed again. “I have the soul of a dumb eighteen year old. Forever. End of story.”

“I’m sure Lysandra is delighted by the fact.” Lorcan said, and Rowan almost laughed at the vision of his friend. It was probably the first time Rowan had seen Lorcan in something that wasn’t black, and bright green and silver silk weren’t really his thing.

“Even if he acted like an adult, Lysandra would still be miserable.” Fenrys added, a smile on his lips as Aedion tried to smack him. Vaughan and Connall only shook their heads, laughing quietly.

“Ok, ok. Now the present for the grad.” Aedion said, and all of them turned to Rowan, almost scary smiles on their faces.

“We already gave out presents. And they were terrible, by the way.” Rowan said, confused. “Who the fuck needs a bright red silk underwear, Fenrys?”

Fenrys smile became more sarcastic as the others laughed. “I thought it would bring out the green in your eyes, Roro.”

“I don’t want any more presents from the five of you.” Rowan said, almost pleading.

All their smiles widened further, even Lorcan’s. Fenrys was almost hopping on his feet. Aedion was the one with the biggest smile, excitement almost pouring off of him.

“It’s not our present.” Aedion replied, and his blue eyes shifted for something over Rowan’s shoulder.

Rowan’s brows furrowed and he turned around.

The sight almost made him drop to his knees. There, standing in a plain spaghetti strap black top, tight dark jeans hugging every curve and black heels, was the girl who remained the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Thick golden blonde hair falling in waves until her waist, creamy white skin tanned from her years of travel, pinkish full lips pulled into a huge smile and turquoise and gold eyes gleaming with mirth.

Aelin winked at him, and Rowan’s mouth pulled into an equally big smile.

She held up her fingers, a handmade postcard with the word home in it between them. She flicked her wrist, showing the other side with a sketch of Orynth. “I thought it would be better if I gave this one in person.”

Rowan laughed with so much happiness as he walked back to Aelin.

And Rowan felt as if he had found himself in that instant.

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sodor-spirit · 3 years

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Would it be ok if you write a dynamic of Cassy meeting Oliver

I your au?

Its alright if you can't 😅

This the best I could do, hope you like it:

Oliver stared at the piece of metal floating just above his hand, with a dead bored expression. He was currently resting on his engine’s footplate in the middle of Callan Yard with very little work to do other than shunting trucks into sidings and waiting for any possible fight against two certain diesel spirit twins to happen.

A loud groan left his lips, who would’ve thought life had become so boring for him without Thomas coming up to him and ask if he would like to get into some crazy shit with him? Oliver had a thoughtful expression on his face before coming to a decision. ‘Maybe I should go see how Thomas is. It’s time I stop avoiding him after…what happened anyway.’

Before the GWR spirit could slide off his footplate, a soft female voice spoke up:

“Umm… excuse me… Are you Oliver by any chance?”

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the said metal spirit looked around before he noticed another fellow spirit that he never seen before. The female spirit wore a dark pink sweater with dark red pants and had a shade of blonde hair and to his own concealed surprise, dark grey eyes which indicated that she’s a metal spirit like him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Oliver greeted politely to the “human looking” spirit. Despite his polite demeanour, deep down he had his guard up in case this other metal spirit was just like Arry and Bert.

A shy smile appeared on the other spirit’s face. “Hello, my name’s Cassy. Thomas told me about you earlier and I wanted to meet you.” Cassy shyly fiddled with her fingers.

Oliver felt a rush of relief, she doesn’t seem to be like Arry and Bert. He couldn’t sense any change in her gold dust energy that indicates her lying to him. While every spirit is able to detect different types of magic and sense gold dust energies of their fellow spirits, thanks to having more heightened senses; The Great Western Spirit was able to teach himself to sense the slight changes in spirits’ energy to see whether they are lying or not.

“Oh hi Cassy. It’s nice to meet you!” He greeted, guard dropped completely. “Sorry I didn’t say this earlier: but welcome to Sodor.”

Cassy didn’t smile however, she looked like she had something incredibly hard to ask and it’s been on her mind for a very long time.

The Sodor Spirit frowned in concern. “Are you okay?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You look like you got something on your mind.”

After biting the inside of her mouth, Cassy asked her question in a nervous manner. “I’m sorry if this brings up any terrible memories but… was there any chance you went through a hard life on the Mainland before coming here?”

Oliver’s face quickly dropped, his silver eyes widening a little. Cassy immediately thought she must’ve offended him.

“S-Sorry! I-I never should’ve asked that, it’s just because I heard from Thomas and-“

The other metal spirit cut her off from finishing, waving it off.

“No, no it’s fine, I was just caught off guard.” Oliver then moved over, allowing some seating room on his footplate. “I can tell you a little about my past.”

Hesitating for a few seconds, Cassy sat down on the 1400 Class’s footplate with her focus locked on Oliver.

Letting out a small sigh, Oliver spoke: “Yeah… I also went through the same things you probably did on the Mainland too. I don’t really wanna talk about my past but.. if you ever need someone to talk to about this, feel free to come and find me in Arlesburgh.” His expression then darken a little however. “There are also two other metal spirits living here on the island.”

Cassy looked up with surprise at this statement. “Really? What are there names?” She asked, feeling excited at the prospect of more metal spirits living here. Even if it’s just only a few of her kind.

“They’re names are Iron Arry and Iron Bert. But I suggest you stay as far away as you can from those two. Those two Diesel spirits also went through some horrible events like us, but they’re extremely cruel and homicidal mongrels who enjoys using their magic to scrap other spirits since they believe it’s their right. If those ever come up and ask you to make an alliance with them, ignore them and keep your guard up around those twins.” Oliver warned Cassy.

Her expression immediately dropped, feeling a little dismayed. Cassy wanted to meet them as well, but if what Oliver said is true then she should avoid them as much as possible especially when the Great Western Spirit mentioned that they get enjoyment out of scrapping fellow spirits. At least both her and Oliver still have each other as friends and fellow spirits in common.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #asks #answered asks #ttte oliver #ttte oc #not my oc #writing prompt #ttte fanfic

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stupouid · 4 years

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Unity (ATLA Boys x Reader) Prologue

A/N: YALL THIS IS MY FIRST FIC IM SO NERVOUS SJSJJS but ok this is basically a bunch of ATLA boys x female reader (except aang because he is kataras and kataang is great) but its mostly sokka centric. this prologue is zukos part tehe

also, unedited, im just bored and i want something to do so yeah <3

word count: exactly 1481 words i think the next chapter will be longer

Capital City, Fire Nation

The weather in Capital City was beautiful. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, the soft breeze of the wind threading its way in and out of the trees. This, however, was not enough to put a stop to Y/N L/N’s crying. Not even Ty Lee’s jokes could stop the tears streaming down the young girl’s face. Today was the day Y/N would be moving back to the Earth Kingdom of Omashu, her and her mother’s hometown. As much as Y/N wanted to see where she was born and where her mother ruled, Y/N didn’t want to leave her only friends either. Ty Lee, Mai, Zuko, and Azula were the young girl’s best friends. At 8 years old, Y/N was one of the youngest of the group, but the fire nation citizens still let her hang out with them nonetheless.

Being cousins with the fire nation princess’s best friends had its perks. Not that Y/N wasn’t best friends with Azula (which she was), but Azula was just closer to Ty Lee than everyone else in the group.

“Come on Y/N!” Ty Lee exclaimed. “You’ll get to see where you were born! Isn’t that exciting?” The energetic girl ran around Y/N, trying her best to stop her crying. Right after Y/N was born, her parents moved from Omashu to Capital City, where Y/N grew up with her friends.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t want to leave you guys! You’re my only friends!” Y/N explained. Azula only let the young girl hang out with herself, Mai, Ty Lee, and Zuko. The young girl was quite shy too, which made it even harder for her to make many friends. She wasn’t as energetic as her cousin Ty Lee, as beautiful as Mai, or as intimidating as Azula. She was just there.

“Oh, grow up Y/N. You’re the granddaughter of King Bumi for spirits sake, you’ll be just like Zuko and I.” Azula breathed nonchalantly. She wasn’t the best at sympathizing with others, but at least she made an effort. And it was true that she was the granddaughter of King Bumi, but she never met him due to her mother quickly moving them into Fire Nation territory.

“Y/N, look on the bright side. I’ll be visiting in a couple of years, I think my father has some business there. You won’t be entirely lonely.” Mai tried. Mai’s father was a high status war general, and he was most likely going to take over Omashu. Not that the two girls were aware of that yet.

“You’re r-right, Mai.” The younger girl was excited by this. In a couple of years she wouldn’t be all alone.

“I’m always right.” Mai replied. “But cheer up, because I don’t want you to get tears all over my present for you.” Mai pulled out a package that was wrapped with a beautiful red and gold cloth. Curious, Y/N opened up the package, only to find several intricately designed red and silver shurikens.

“Thank you so much Mai! But why shurikens?” Y/N questioned. After all, it was kind of odd seeing an 8 year old receive knives as a present.

“Just keep it. When I come to Omashu, I’ll teach you how to throw them.” Mai’s parents were always busy and never had any time for her. They supported everything she did as long as she behaved well in front of the public eye. Out of boredom, Mai taught herself how to throw knives so she could defend herself.

“Oh Mai,” Y/N shouted as she ran into Mai’s arms, the older girl reluctantly wrapping them around Y/N’s waist. Just as Y/N was about to shed more tears, Azula split the two apart while Ty Lee watched sweetly.

“Y/N, this is my gift to you. I am aware that Zuko has been training you in sword fighting. I had this sword custom made for you, so take care of it.” Azula cautioned as she pulled out a broad sword. The blade was made of shiny steel, with edges so sharp you could prick your finger by touching it softly. (Y/N learned about this the hard way.) The hilt was a beautiful cardinal red with gold details, a reminder that the weapon was from the fire nation. On each of the sides of the hilt there was a name engraved onto it. One side read ‘Azula’ and the other read ‘Zuko’.

Y/N’s e/c eyes flickered over the engravings in confusion. Azula must have caught on because she broke the silence by saying “It’s so you won’t forget us. Not that you will, but…” Azula let her sentence drift into silence. “It was just going to say Azula on both sides, but Zuzu insisted his name be engraved onto it as well.” Azula continued

“Azula…” Y/N began. “I love you so much Azula!” There was a mess of Y/N’s h/c hair as she ran into the arms of Azula, like a dog would to it’s master. As Y/N pulled away from the hug, Prince Zuko arrived to where the four girls where and cleared his throat.

“Hi Zuko!” Ty Lee chirped. Normally Zuko would berate Ty Lee for not calling him ‘Prince Zuko’, but for the sake of Y/N he let it pass. He wouldn’t want to let Y/N leave with the thought that he was a stuck-up prince.

“Hey there.” The young prince said timidly. “Could I speak to Y/N? A-alone?” He mentally cursed himself for stuttering but the past was in the past. Once Zuko had uttered that sentence Ty Lee and Mai instantly looked at each other with a smirk, while Azula raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t see why not. Just don’t take too long, I want to give Y/N one last ride on the palanquin before she leaves for Omashu. Have fun!” And with that, Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee left the two fire nation kids alone.

Zuko could barely breathe. There she was, Y/N L/N, looking as stunning as ever with the wind making her h/c hair float in the air. She was looking at the turtle ducks in the courtyard that was in the royal palace. Tears were running down her face, as the thought of being without her only friends was corrupting her young mind. Zuko made his way over to Y/N, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder, taking pride in the way Y/N relaxed in his touch.

“Are you o-okay?” The prince stammered. He had never been very good with comforting others. His father had taught him that showing emotions was a weakness, and he should look down upon people who let themselves be vulnerable around others. But Zuko would never do that to one of his friends.

“I guess.” Y/N uttered as she played with a baby turtle duck. “I just don’t want to be without you.” After hearing that last sentence, blood rushed to Zuko’s face and soon he was as red as a tomato. He tried his best to get his face back to a normal color before blurting, “I want to give you something.”

Y/N looked over at Zuko as he pulled out a plain black headband from his pockets. “I know it’s not much, but Lo and Li helped me make it, and I really wanted to get you a gift.” Zuko explained as he put the headband in Y/Ns h/l, h/c, hair.

“Zuko…” Y/N breathed. Now it was her turn to be flustered. She had always had a crush on the young Prince, and she just fell even harder. The two sat in a peaceful silence for a few moments, enjoying the view of each other and the extremely adorable turtle ducks.

After a few more moments, a wave of confidence hit Y/N like the high tide crashing against the rocks on the shore of a beach. Without giving it a second thought, Y/N placed a short kiss onto Zuko’s cheek, dangerously close to his mouth. After the short kiss Y/N stood up and grabbed her belongings, and murmured, “Goodbye, Zuko.” She then started to walk away.

After processing what just happened, Zuko shook his head violently, trying to clear his head, and then chased after the young girl. His hand found her wrist and Zuko tugged on it, causing her body to crash against his. He encased Y/N in a hug, before planting a kiss on Y/N’s head, saying, “I’ll miss you.” Y/N’s eyes started to water, and the two walked hand in hand on their way to meet Azula, Ty Lee, and Mai outside of the palace.

That was 5 years ago.

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