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gojology · 3 years

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Coffee With Extra Sugar.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | Whew! I finished this after 1 hour and holy crap this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written, I hope you like it. I’m literally sweating. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo Satoru x Teacher Fem! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2,314 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Gojo Satoru, the man who didn’t ever get rejected, got rejected by you. Unknowingly having a teensy tiny (or maybe not) crush on him, Nobara gets you to go on a coffee date with Gojo. Through the jumble of mixed feelings, you accept, and find yourself in a position you never thought you’d be in. One-shot. Often times, you found yourself enjoying a nice cup of coffee with extra sugar after teaching the exceptionally unusual teens that Gojo had forced onto you. One was unlike any other, Sukuna’s vessel. Even with the threat of death looming over his head, he was one of the happiest teens you knew. Bouncing around, reminiscent of Gojo in a way. The most remarkable thing about him though, were the eyelids below his very own. Marking Sukuna’s existence on the boy’s body. The other boy, named Fushiguro, had a troubled backstory. His father was the only one to have a complete lack of cursed energy. Maybe that was why he was always brooding, he always seemed to be off in his own land. As for the only female, she was your favorite student. Nobara was albeit, a bit cuckoo, but that’s what you loved her for. Outside of the educational setting, she made an amazing shopping buddy and had an endless bucket list of things to do in Tokyo. Headstrong, stubborn. Happily willing to give you any sort of advice in men, even though she didn’t seem to show a particular interest in them. You told her all about the weird stuff that Gojo would do around you, and she always said that he might have a thing for you, but you never believed it until now. The latest event had been when you were lounging in one of the spare rooms at Tokyo Jujutsu High, drinking another cup of coffee after the extreme levels of stress and torture that was training the trio. Gojo had casually strolled in, loudly announcing himself as he slid the door roughly shut. “Oh (Y/N)! I was looking all over for you!” “Really? I wasn’t. Leave me alone, I’m not talking to someone who calls himself a teacher and then dumps a buttload of crazy teens onto me.” you calmly replied, sticking out a pinky whilst sipping your coffee. Although you found your eyes to be glued onto Satoru. He dramatically stuck a hand onto his chest, leaning backward just a little as if he had been told he shouldn’t have ever been born. “Me?! Oh no, I wasn’t dumping the kids onto you sugar. I’m a busy guy, being the strongest sorcerer and all.” he gloated, grinning a little. You grunted before pulling out your phone. “Pay attention to me, why don’t you?” he muttered softly, digging his hands into his back pockets. Did you hear that right? Clearing his throat, he loudly sat down next to you, even though there was another chair on the other side of the table. Crossing his legs, he began to speak. “So, (Y/N), I felt really bad for dumping the kids onto you, and I thought, hey! Why don’t I take you out for a meal or two? You know we don’t really know each other out of work and I’ve been meaning to talk to you more-” “No.” “Why not?” combing his hair with his hands, he almost looked sad, but you knew where it was going to go. You had seen Gojo date girls for 2 weeks and break up with them after. It’d be weird to date a co-worker for an astounding total of 2 weeks and then immediately get broken up with afterwards. Besides, he was probably horny and hadn’t found a girl willing enough to talk to him back, even despite a face and body that looked like it was sculpted by the Gods. “I know what you do with girls, just fuck with them, not looking for that.” You scrolled through the article you were reading, something about some 11 year old child getting their cancer removed miraculously, probably a super nice jujutsu sorcerer. The silence grew between you two, Gojo’s eye shifting to you when you weren’t looking, and your eyes shifting to him when he wasn’t looking. You almost wished you were a bit friendlier. “Right.” he mumbled to himself, before getting up and walking to the door. You felt something bad growing inside of you. Looking back at you one last time, he shut the door. “I’m telling you, (Y/N), Gojo-Sensei was trying to ask you out, ARE YOU THAT DENSE?” snapped Nobara, who was busily lecturing you about how you had seriously fucked up. “I didn’t know!” you whined, “I thought he was just being stupidly friendly! It didn’t cross my mind!” “Gosh, woman, men aren’t hard to work. Gojo is 100 times easier, hand him a box of candies and he’ll probably whip out a ring. All you had to say was yes!” “...What if I didn’t want to say yes?” you shot back. “Hah, shut up, I’ve heard the way you’ve described that man, acted as if he descended down from heaven” You definitely didn’t have a crush on him, but you did let your mind wander sometimes, in some indecent areas sure, but wasn’t that true for everyone? “Okay, and what do you want me to do now? Want me to just.. Go talk to him and ask for the chance back? That’s embarrassing, and as I said, I don’t have a thing for him.” “I’ll snag that chance back for you, but you seriously owe me one. I’ll even get Fushiguro and Yuuji on board, but they’re almost always doing stupid stuff and I have to convince them with the weirdest shit to get them to cooperate.” “Nobara, no cursing first of all, there was no reason to, plus I don’t NEED the date, why are you even-” “Oh shut up.” The next day, you found yourself urgently rushed to a coffee shop by a poorly disguised Nobara, Yuuji, and a less then willing Fushiguro. You scanned the shop, the scent of coffee so strong it wafted out of the interior. Gleaming windows with, “Kento and Coffee Inc.” proudly painted on the window. Wearing a white t-shirt and a long trench coat, with a long plaid skirt, you found yourself self-conscious. Were you too overdressed? Nobara had told you that you were supposed to dress in a cute “dark academia” (whatever the heck that is, she showed you a few pictures of it online though.) style of fashion. “Don’t worry! Just follow whatever I said earlier, I’m an amazing Cupid and I just know there’s something between you two! I’ll be in the corner, watching you guys, just don’t mess up!” Nobara chirped, handing you a red scarf to borrow from her closet. You hastily threw it on, taking a deep breath in and breathing out. Trying to casually stroll into the coffee shop. There Gojo sat, casually dressed in a black t-shirt. A pair of circular black shades perched on his nose, lazily eating a cake pop. Your heart skipped a beat, even though he probably didn’t even try with the outfit he wore, you still found him absurdly attractive. He jumped up, “Oh fuck, I thought everyone ghosted me.” he looked at you, tilting his head slightly as if he was confused. “I thought Yuuji and the crew were gonna be here too. Didn’t ever show though, do you know what happened to them?” “O-Oh, um, yeah, I think I heard that Yuuji and Nobara got distracted and was going to some newly opened sushi restaurant instead. Fushiguro didn’t wanna thirdwheel or something like that.” You swore you saw him smile slightly. “So it’s just you, and me?” You looked around, hoping to God that Yuuji would pop up and tell the world about his love for Jennifer Lawrence. “It would.. Appear so.” He clasped his hands together, beckoning at the cashier at front. “I’ll go get some coffee for us, any idea what you want yet?” “Uh, just coffee with extra sugar.” “Gotcha.” You found yourself staring at his hands, playing with the hem of his pocket as he walked up to the small line. His fingers were impossibly long, and you couldn’t help but realize how veiny and large his hands were. Snapping yourself out of your daze, you grumbled, taking the trench coat off, it had suddenly gotten hot. Pulling out your phone, you pretended to read, but in actuality you found yourself ogling his impossibly tall body, and how undeniably hot his voice was. It was alright to find him attractive right? Sure, you hated a lot about him, like, like... Well, you couldn’t think of anything off the top of your head right now. But you for sure knew you hated him. Yuuji snickered, “Gojo’s girlfriend is getting flustered, look at her cheeks.” He giggled, pointing at you. Fushiguro slapped Yuuji’s pointed hand down, hissing at him, “You’re going to fuck over this operation. Didn’t your mom ever tell you to NOT point?” “I don’t even have a-” “SHHHHHHH!” Nobara shushed them, gesturing to Gojo now walking over to the table where you were sitting. He slid the chair out and sat down, grunting as he did. He looked down at you. “So, anything new with the kids?” You gulped, a warmth flooding to your cheeks, the way he looked at you made you feel weird, and you couldn’t find yourself to make a cheeky remark. “U-Uh, um, no, uh, Fushi-, I meant Yuuji, he’s doing as good as usual... And uh, Nobara’s doing pretty good too! Fushiguro’s just... Uh, you know, haha” you giggled nervously, “acting as normal.” He laughed, “That’s Fushiguro, guy doesn’t even crack a smile. Yuuji’s a special one isn’t he? No idea how he acts all cheerful even though he knows he’s gonna, you know.” “Guy doesn’t deserve it.” “I know.” you pursed your lips, not wanting to talk about such a serious topic. Seemingly noticing your discomfort, he turned his head over to the cashier who was now loudly shouting, “Order 132! Order 132! Two regular coffees with extra sugar, 2 donuts, 4 cake pops, and a slice of cake!” “That’s our order~, what good timing!” Gojo sang, immediately springing up to fetch the coffee and the absurd amount of sweets Gojo had ordered. “Gojo-Sensei sure does have a sweet tooth.” Yuuji pointed out, looking at Gojo casually walking back and handing you your coffee. “Yuuji, did you seriously just notice that?” “Yes. Why? Do you look at Gojo-Sensei eat? You’re really weird Fushiguro.” Fushiguro let out a sigh, and Nobara giggled, but now all their attention was focused at the pair, drinking their coffee. “So, uh, any idea why the kids invited us here?” he said, playing with his strikingly white hair. Your stomach did backflips, it looked so soft. Wait, fuck, why were you even thinking these things?

“Uh, yeah, something about.. Um,” FUCK. You were supposed to say you didn’t know. “Something about... Putting us on a... Blind date?” You mumbled sheepishly, Nobara crumpled on the table, murmuring about how stupid you were. Shit, fucking shit, you weren’t supposed to be honest.

“Really now?” Gojo inquired, lifting an eyebrow and putting his arm on the table, leaning his face onto his hand. He took a bite out of his donut. Now your face was really burning, why were you acting so strange? Could it be true? You had a crush on Gojo Satoru? At first, you wanted to reject it, but the feeling settled in. It made more sense to you then not having a crush on Satoru. The feeling of regret when he tried asking you out, the many times where you found yourself ogling when he was naked, the amount of dreams you had about him. You really did have a crush on him, huh? You stammered, a rush of self-confidence flooding into you, “Fuck it.” you breathily mumbled, “I like you, Satoru.” The doubt settled in as soon as Gojo looked at you, wide eyed, mouth slightly agape. Nobara was even shocked herself, she had never seen you as headstrong as this. Fushiguro and Yuuji were in an intense discussion about their preference in women, well, more like Yuuji, Fushiguro was ignoring him, looking at the wall instead of the surprising twist in the date. “You like me, (Y/N)?” “Fuck, yeah, yeah I do.” you looked at his shades, oh how you wish you could see his eyes right now. A slow grin spread across his face. “I like you too, (Y/N).”

Nobara, now quietly cheering and shaking Itadori and Fushiguro gesturing to you two, chewed them out for not seeing the events building up to the climax.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, sugar.”

Everything felt unreal, you had never thought you would find yourself in this position ever, was this a dream? You tried pinching yourself.

He snickered, “No (Y/N), this isn’t a dream. I really do like you.” he rubbed the back of his neck, readjusting his crooked shades. “I would even say I’ve liked you for a while.”

It had never dawned on you that he wasn’t being flirtatious just to be flirtatious, he was actually actively trying to

get you.

“I can’t wait to tell the kids this.” he grinned to you, smiling widely. “Fuck, this feels like a dream to me too. I didn’t think you actually showed any interest in me.”

You couldn’t even be cheeky back, you were in a state of euphoria.

“Actually sensei.” you turned to look who was talking, Yuuji was excitingly bouncing up and down. Fushiguro looked like he wanted to be launched off a roof. “We set up the blind date.” Nobara smiled, looking at the pair. “You know, I’ve always seen the romance and chemistry between you two, and you guys finally worked it out like adults!”

Why did you get the feeling that she was mocking you too? Regardless, you had walked into the coffee shop single, and you walked out with the guy who had stolen your heart for years now, without you even realizing. All thanks to Nobara.

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twstarchives · 3 years

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Scary Dress・Voice Lines

● Event: Scary Monsters (October 14 - November 26, 2020) ● Exclusive Cards: Deuce, Kalim, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Azul, Jack, Jade, Vil, Cater

Deuce Spade - R

Unlock Card “This school event is meant for everyone to have fun. I’m going to make sure this Halloween’s a success!”

Groovy “You’re not getting away from me... I’ll scare you till you're trembling to the bone!”

Home Setting “I’m a skeleton ghost that’s risen from the grave! BOO!”

Home Transitions “These are our special costumes, so make sure you’re careful with them. Grim, that means don’t claw on the lace.”

“When I was a kid, there were times when I used to start sobbing because I thought there was a monster outside. But it was actually just the laundry drying out there... Oi, stop laughing!”

“I got some treats from Epel. There’s a lot of them, so I thought I’d share with you. You know the secret code, right?”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Happy Halloween! You just can’t help but get excited around this time of year.”

Home Taps “I saw Draconia a while ago. Seeing him walk around in that serpentine dragon costume so valiantly made him look cooler than ever.”

“I got a text from my mom—she said she wants to see my costume. I don’t mind sending her one, but I don’t know how I feel about taking a selfie... Prefect, could you take one of me?”

“I’m used to seeing the ghosts on campus, so they’re not that scary. Our terrifying dorm leader Rosehearts, on the other hand...”

“Viper fixed the lace on my hat for me. I feel like the vice leaders in every dorm are really caring.”

“Hey, you! You want me to bury you!? S-Sorry. I was practicing my scares; I didn’t mean to say that to you, Prefect.”

Kalim Al-Asim - R

Unlock Card “Are you all ready to have some fun? Alright! Come on and follow my lead! One, two—Happy Halloween!”

Groovy “Grr... Pain shoots through my body whenever I look at the full moon. You better watch your back if you start to hear some howling.”

Home Setting “Growl! I’m a werewolf now.”

Home Transitions “Rook knows a lot about wildlife, and he told me all kinds of things about wolves. It was really useful.”

“I always carry around candies this time of year. This way anyone can tell me ‘Trick or treat’ anytime!”

“My magic carpet seems pretty excited for Halloween too. I’m competing with it to see who’s the scariest!”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “A party that everyone’s stoked about—that’s what Halloween is! Let’s have fun together! Growl! Growl!”

Home Taps Whine! Grrrrr! Bark! *cough!* “It’s hard trying to sound like a wolf...”

“I feel like it’d be so much more exciting if Cater, Lilia, and I dressed up for our band performances. Don’t you think so?”

“Jade said his costume is a mummy. If you wore clothes like that in the Scalding Sands, you’d get so hot that you might actually turn into one.”

“I like this costume; its design is really reminiscent of the Scalding Sands. Plus it’s easy to move in. It fits for dressing up as a werewolf.”

“Hm? You want to try scaring me? Spare me from any tricks, though. Ahaha!”

Epel Felmier - R

Unlock Card “Boo! Did I spook you? Hehe. I’ll come scare you again if you let down your guard.”

Groovy “Struggling against me is useless... I think. You won’t get away from me.”

Home Setting “Now, Halloween has begun!”

Home Transitions “Wah! Oh, crap!¹ I stepped all over my cloak. If Vil saw me, he’d get mad and say ‘It’s not proper to run around like that.’”

“I carved some of the pumpkins that are decorating the school. Mine have ghosts and our dorm’s emblem on them. Try to find them, okay?”

“Hey, have you seen the decorations on Main Street? They’re all so pretty, and really marvy².”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I think this is the first time I’ve celebrated such a festive Halloween. In my town, the festivals feel a lot more scaled down.”

Home Taps “Halloween celebrations in my hometown are never this big, but I can promise you the food’s always delicious. I want you all to come see it someday.”

“Riddle got really passionate when we were talking about the treats for Halloween earlier. Sweets are just amazing, aren’t they?”

“I’m a first-year just like Deuce and Jack, but I wish I could scare as well as they do. But only practice makes perfect!”

“Tremble in fear! ...No. That’s not menacing enough... Ah! What if I put ketchup around my mouth?”

“Huh!? A treat? Sorry. I finished handing all mine out. But I’ll peel an apple for you later, so don’t give me a trick or anything... Okay?”

Idia Shroud - R

Unlock Card “E-E-Even I get excited for events sometimes... Is that bad!?”

Groovy “Anyone who sees what’s beneath my helmet won’t be leaving here unharmed... Hehehe!”

Home Setting “Wahaha! The Pumpkin Knight has arrived!”

Home Transitions “Every time Ortho tells me ‘Trick or treat,’ I give him some candy, but earlier he got mad and said ‘Let me have a trick too.’”

“You need to know your etiquette to have fun with events. That’s true no matter what world you’re in.”

“This time of year, they’re always having tons of huge events in gacha games. I’ve got an overwhelming lack of free time.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Weheehee~... Happy Halloween. Huh? Why are you making that face? Is it that weird to see me pumped up?”

Home Taps “Hiding my face under a helmet really lets me relax. The downside is it’s a little hard to breathe, though.”

“Wh-What are you dressing up as? Don’t tell me you’re just going to throw on something basic like a headband or a hat and call it a day?”

“They say lions are members of the cat family, but... Sir Leona is not soothing in the slightest. Hah~ I wanna nuzzle a cat...”

“You can say it. There’s no such thing as a nerd that hates Halloween!”

“Weheehee! I made this using a 3D printer, so it’s got really nice durability. ‘How much did it all cost’? Well, if you want to know, it was on sale.”

Malleus Draconia - SR

Unlock Card “Halloween is a festival observed by both the living and the dead, regardless of one’s race. You, too, should enjoy yourself as much as you can.”

Groovy “I’d make anyone tremble in fear with a single breath of fire. Watch me.”

Home Setting “I’m not dressed up as a dragon. It’s a serpentine dragon.”

Home Transitions “The students in our dorm seem very pleased with our costumes. They were all cheering with joy. This was well-worth the trouble.”

“Lilia knows a lot about many nations’ versions of Halloween. He told me stories about them instead of his usual lullabies. That was a long time ago, though.”

“I saw two pumpkin knights around campus. The smaller one was floating, so I’m assuming they were the Shroud brothers.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I’ve experienced many Halloweens, but this year seems especially chaotic.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Trick or treat!... wasn’t it? If you don’t give me a treat, I’ll have to trick you. What will you do?”

Home Taps “The red serpentine dragons from the Far East, which our costumes were based on, could even play folk instruments. Hm... How very interesting.”

“I caught Asim practicing his wolf howls. He’s lacking on the impact, but it does have a charm to it. Heheh.”

“Halloween in the Valley of Thorns is especially grand. It’s a different take on it than other countries have, but you should come see it someday. It’s beautiful.”

“If you hear a strange noise, don’t automatically assume it’s the work of a ghost. Faeries love playing tricks all year round.”

“This tail? Mine is not an accessory; it’s real. As curious as you might be, don’t get too close. You’d be easily flicked aside if you got hit by it.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I’ll set fire to anyone that harms your dorm, just like a serpentine dragon would. I’m fond of that place.”

Lilia Vanrouge - SR

Unlock Card “Halloween is my home ground ♪ I can’t wait to see the surprise on everyone’s faces.”

Groovy “Do not underestimate me. You might end up finding yourself trembling and unable to sleep all night long.”

Home Setting “Growl! How was that? Did I sound like a dragon?”

Home Transitions “On Halloween Night, the goblins who served the Fairy of Thorns would gather around a fire and dance all night long. You probably wouldn’t expect them to be party animals!”

“I remember the day I met a real-life serpentine dragon in the East like it was yesterday. Its crimson scales were truly a sight to behold.”

“I like eating most sweets, but marshmallows are the only ones I can’t do. It doesn’t feel like I’m eating anything; they aren’t satisfying.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Trick or treat... What? You’re already used to my tricks? Then I’ll have to bring out my trump card.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “If I were a real dragon, I could give you a ride on my back. But instead, why don’t I give you a piggy back ride?”

Home Taps “Hnn... The decorative horns on my cap are so heavy. Malleus really has these on his head at all times?”

“Aren’t my red nails cute? Vil painted them for me. He told me these were called gel nails—long-lasting nail polish.”

“Silver and Sebek used to be such crybabies. The mornings after Halloween, I’d have to spend the whole day doing laundry.”

“Have you seen Ace anywhere? He’s always eating Trey’s sweets like he really likes them, so I made some for him as well.”

“Oh, oh! It’s dangerous for someone of my stature to have a tail almost touching the ground. Try not to step on it either.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Achoo! Sorry, sorry. This peacock feather tickled my nose.”

Azul Ashengrotto - SR

Unlock Card “The Mostro Lounge is currently offering a special Halloween menu. You must come and see!”

Groovy “Let’s have all the fun we want tonight. Now, let me hear you scream all the way up to the moon!”

Home Setting “How do I look? It’s very stylish with the way it revisits the old-fashioned sort of mummy, isn’t it?”

Home Transitions “If these were my own tentacles, I could move them freely at will, but that’s not true with these bandage wraps. I have to pay close attention to my movements.”

“Of course we have Halloween celebrations under the sea. Although, unlike on land, merpeople don’t exactly wear costumes.”

“I ran into Silver with this costume on, and he yelled ‘The enemy!’ before pulling out a baton. ...He must’ve been half-asleep.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Halloween only happens once a year. Let’s have the time of our lives together.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Did I hear you say ‘Trick or treat’ just now? Offering me of all people a deal is quite bold of you.”

Home Taps “I have an affinity for the costumes Jack and the other Savanaclaw students are wearing. They look like ghosts you’d find at sea, don’t they?”

“I referenced dishes that my family serves for the Lounge’s limited edition menu... Oh, my family runs a ristorante.”

“I’ll hold back on the treats, thank you. Accepting more and more of them will only increase my calorie intake for the day.”

“The reason we chose mummies for our costumes? I’m very unfamiliar with them, which made me all the more curious. After all, you can’t have anything dry under the sea.”

“What are you in such a rush for? I understand feeling excited, but you must be discreet when getting ready to scare someone.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “You must come see Halloween under the sea sometime! It’s just as fun as the academy’s.”

Jack Howl - SR

Unlock Card “Dressing up as pirates fits for Savanaclaw, since the guys here are all brutes. When you want something, you take it!”

Groovy “On Halloween, it’s ghost territory. Make sure you be careful when walking around at night. Grr...”

Home Setting “My scares aren’t just for show.”

Home Transitions “Scarabia dressed up as werewolf ghosts. They really nailed the ears and tails.”

“When we were making jack o’ lanterns, Ruggie kept eating the pumpkin seeds. Do those taste good...?”

“The pirate costume fits Leona really well. He’s lazy and vulgar—ahem! He comes off as strong and powerful.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Happy Halloween! It’s nice with all these decorations and festive energy. Wanna walk around together later?”

Home Transition (Groovy) “I was getting tired of all these sweets, so I got some jerky. Want any?”

Home Taps “Ace and the others swear that anything Trey bakes is to die for. I wonder how his pear compote would... N-No, nevermind.”

“I used to want to be a pirate when I was little. I remember making treasure chests by myself and filling them with coins and sparkling jewels. Those were the days.”

“Pirates have to aim their cannons and do a lot of heavy lifting while onboard. They’ve got to train hard.”

“I almost never wear rings, so I’m scared these might fly off at any moment. Plus it’s hard to move my fingers.”

“Oi! Stop prodding at my costume! What’re you going to do if one of the seashells breaks off?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “You haven’t put on your costume yet? The ghosts will come to kidnap you if you don’t hurry and change.”

Jade Leech - SSR

Unlock Card “I’ve been expecting you. Today I have a most wonderful scare prepared for you.”

“We’ve been working hard to ensure that everyone can spend a wonderful Halloween.”

Groovy “The sight of you screaming as you try to hurry away... It’s irresistible. I cannot hold myself back from chasing after you!”

Home Setting “Who would like to be tied up in fear?”

Home Transitions “You want to see me when I’m frightened? Heheh. I wouldn’t mind you scaring me anytime you’d like.”

“There is no such thing as using pumpkins as lanterns under the sea. I was very shocked learning about culture on land when I was a freshman.”

“Have you had a chance to try out the Mostro Lounge’s limited edition Halloween menu? I contributed a recipe to it.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Trick or treat! Heheh. There’s no need to look so frightened; I won’t bite.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Oh, my. Were you hoping to play a trick on me? I have a treat on hand, so please spare me today.”

Home Taps “I helped Ruggie with making jack o’ lanterns. They’re very quick, cheap, and beautiful. How fitting.”

“Dryness is fatal for merpeople. If we were dried up like a mummy... Just the thought is horrifying.”

“Floyd, don’t eat too many sweets. It’s different while we’re in the water, but here we have a high risk of tooth decay.”

“The draping wraps on our costumes resemble jellyfish tentacles. They’re pretty, aren’t they? I like their asymmetrical design.”

“You seem to have a wish to join the world of mummies. First, I will wrap your whole body in bandages, and then dry you out... I’m only joking.”

Home Tap (Groovy) “Halloween under the sea? If you’re interested, I will show you around one day.”

Duo Magic Jade: Azul, we cannot waste any more time. Azul: Let’s be efficient about this, Jade.

Vil Schoenheit - SSR

Unlock Card “Are you prepared to pledge yourself to me? It’s a great honor to be the sustenance of my beauty.”

“If I’m participating in this, then I’m going to aim for quality that transcends all previous Halloweens. Please keep up with me.”

Groovy “How unfortunate; there’s nowhere left for you to run. Yield yourself to me and become my slave.”

Home Setting “You will be a victim to my fangs.”

Home Transitions “Vampires, who possess eternal beauty... This is a perfect theme for me, isn’t it?”

“It would be difficult to check my appearance if I couldn’t see my reflection in the mirror. Perhaps I’d have to check with Rook between every class.”

“The other day, I was drinking tomato juice in the evening, and Epel screamed at me. How rude.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Trick or treat. Although, I don’t need any sweet treats. I’m sure you can guess what a vampire would want... Heheh.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Have you flipped your sleep schedule like a vampire’s because it’s Halloween? Make sure you don’t stay up too late.”

Home Taps “I don’t usually carry around treats with me, so last year I fell victim to Lilia’s tricks. That was honestly unpleasant.”

“You should carefully deliberate over your parasol and choose one that has strong protection from the sun. Don’t forget sunblock either.”

“Floyd’s skin is very beautiful. Makeup sits exceptionally well on moisturized skin, too. Always remember to moisturize.”

“My father is an actor, and for every Halloween he would come home in a costume with special effects makeup. I wonder if perfectionism runs in the family.”

“Even a single strand of hair out of place is something to pay mind to. Could you fix my hair for me?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “My cloak has enough cloth to wrap around a person. Should I hide you inside it if any scary ghosts come by?”

Duo Magic Vil: Let’s end this nonsense right here, Lilia. Lilia: Leave it to me to guard you from behind, Vil.

Cater Diamond - SSR

Unlock Card “I’ll fill you all the way to the bone... with fear, of course ♪”

“Aha! Are you surprised with how off things feel now? Let me show you Cay’s charm, now that I’m a touch different for Halloween~”

Groovy “You’re not thinking you’ll be able to get home safely now that you’ve dug me up, are you?”

Home Setting “Don’t you think my costume’s super aesthetic!?”

Home Transitions “The pumpkin pie Trey always makes this time of year... Mm, it’s not too sweet, and it’s sooo good~!”

“Did you see Lucius today!? He was wearing a super adorable pumpkin hat... I can’t believe Professor Trein~!”

“Sebek-kins really loves Malleus~ He’s got a reputation among the third-years for being the passionate Draconian.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Happy Halloween! How about we take a picture to commemorate?”

Home Transition (Groovy) “I have a feeling this year’s going to be the funnest Halloween we’ve ever had. You should be excited too, Prefect!”

Home Taps “I really like how our skeleton-looking laces are so elegant. Our dorm uniforms give off more cutesy vibes; it’s super different.”

“A black veil holds many mysteries... Heheh. You’re always free to lift it up anytime you want, Prefect! Just kidding.”

“Heartslabyul’s costumes last year? We were pirates! Wish you could see Cay as a pirate~?”

“The whole campus gets super festive and exciting around Halloween! And all the decorations are so photogenic.”

“Black makeup smudges easily, so you kind of need to have advanced skills to use it. Does it look okay right now? It’s not smudged?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “What are you dressing up as, Prefect? Come let me know when you have it ready. I wanna take a pic~”

Duo Magic Cater: “Jack, lend me some of your aesthetic support!” Jack: “This’ll be a breeze, Cater!”

#twisted wonderland #scary monsters #events

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 3 years

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Moonlight - Adam Sackler x Reader

Chapter 1 - Kid

Word Count: 5595

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, wet dream,

Author's Note: I've been hiding this fic for quite some time and I just thought it was finally time to post it. I hope you enjoy it. Just a little FYI this is a bit of a slow burn things don't pick up until chapter 3/4 soo.

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You were in your psychology class trying to pay attention, but you couldn't. You were spacing out. Thinking about all the things that you could have been doing instead of sitting there in class. You could have been at home catching up with that show you just started or learning that new recipe you found.

You see this 6'4 guy with long perfect hair with broad shoulders walk into the room. He had features of a god. He was gorgeous. He couldn't be a new student; it was already mid-semester. The school you attended was fairly small. You could've noticed him by now.

He looks around the room before he makes eye contact with you and starts walking in your direction. As he starts to get near you, he doesn't break eye contact. To him, you were a prize he was trying to reach.

Once he is right in front of you, towering where you were sitting, he grabs your chin and tilts it so you could see his face more clearly. "You'll soon get what you deserve, princess," he says in a seductive voice. He grabs you by your hand and pulls you out of your seat.

Dragging you out of the classroom to take you to the nearest closet.

As he opens the door, your anxiety rises, thinking about what might happen next. "Hey, aren't we going to get caught" you mentioned to him in a worried tone of voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you in closer to him. "Do as you are told, and we won't get caught." He whispers into your ear.

The space between you and him got smaller. Things were getting steamy-

BEEP

"Noooo, a couple more minutes, please." you yawned to yourself. It was a dream that you did not want to wake up from. You wondered who that person was and if you have met them somewhere.

As you reached over to grab your phone where your alarm was still going off, you checked the time, wanting to know if you could sleep for a couple more minutes to go back to dreaming about that person.

It was 7:30 AM, and your class started at 8:30 AM; usually, at this time, you were in the train station, but instead, you were dreaming about a man you have never seen before and wanting to get railed by him.

You rushed on getting ready, so you could catch a train before your class started.

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New York City is one of the busiest cities globally, also a city that you have always wanted to live in since you were a kid.

When you and your best friend Amelia got accepted into NYU, you decided to live in the same apartment. Both of you wanted to experience everything together.

You have lived there for six years, and no matter what, there is always something new to discover, it could be a new fashion store that opened or a new McDonald's, cause there is a need for a McDonald's in every corner.

This is your last year of Graduate School at NYU. You were so tired of this, and you just wanted to graduate already.

After all your classes are over, you and Amelia would always meet at Café Grumpy to occasionally catch up and leave the house. You enjoyed the coffee and food from there.

Every time you went inside there, it smelled like fresh coffee, and Ray was always there as well. "Hello, welcome back to Café Grumpy, the usual, right?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Good afternoon, Ray, and yes, the usual." you snapped your fingers as you agreed to what he said.

You have known Ray for the past couple of years; you never knew him personally. But you two did exchange a couple of interactions. He would always be the one to prepare your coffee and Amelia's. You probably had more mental breakdowns in that shop, something that you were not proud of. Since Ray was much older than you, he would be there for you and give you the best advice he could.

You were spacing out. You hear Ray's voice. "Are you feeling better? I know it's been a rough couple of weeks since that break up with Oscar," he hands you your cup of coffee and Amelia's. Oscar was the guy you have dated for the past 2 ½ years but recently broke up with him because he was cheating on you.

A frown formed on your face. You didn't like remembering Oscar and what he did to you. "I'm doing fine; he didn't deserve me anyway. I was too good for him." There was a small sigh when you said that.

Amelia was walking towards where you were sitting at "That is correct. He never deserved a lovely, funny, realistic girlfriend like you. Even from the start, he didn't deserve you." she sounded straightforward and positive in what she said.

She always knew what to say to make your day. "Amelia, always telling me something I don't know" there was a sass on your tone. Your relationship with Oscar was toxic to the point where you forgot your self-worth and only focused on pleasing him. But after catching him cheating on you, it made you realize how strong of a person you were and how you didn't need him in your life.

"She's right, you know; any guy would be lucky to have you" Ray was smiling as he was handing you a breakfast sandwich. "just to let you know this is on me, I'll pay for you and Amelia's food and drinks. But don't get used to it because I won't be doing it all the time."

You weren't sure how to respond to what Ray has said, so you just decided to give a detailed response "hah, keep saying that, and I'll stay single for a while," you chuckled as he told you that. "Also, thanks, we'll repay you." you were grateful that Ray did that for you and Amelia once in a while.

What you told Ray made you think, were you going to be single for a while, or are you going to find someone right away. But then again, you wanted to love yourself before you loved someone else.

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After hours of just talking to Amelia and Ray, it was time for you to head home. It was getting dark, and you had homework to do.

Afternoons were your favorite time to walk around because of the sunsets. No matter how long you have lived in New York, you would have always taken pictures. By now, your gallery was full of those sunsets instead of images with your friends or family.

You lived in Manhattan, probably the cheapest place in New York you could find. The apartment wasn't that big; it had two bedrooms, one bath, a small kitchen and living space, and a balcony that connected your bedroom to Amelia's. It was big enough for two people to live in. It was decorated very minimalistic; of course, some of the landscape pictures you took and some portraits that Amelia has painted throughout the apartment.

Looking through the cabinets and through the fridge, you noticed you had all the ingredients to make chicken alfredo with mashed potatoes" Hey, are you craving chicken alfredo with some mashed potatoes?" You were taking out the ingredients to make the food. You were the one to cook all the time since you enjoyed cooking and did not mind cleaning the mess afterward. "Even if you're not, I'm still making it because I am craving it."

Amelia was browsing through Netflix, trying to figure out what to put "whatever you want to make, you know I'll shove it down my throat."

Your phone that was across the table started to ring. As you picked it up, you saw the name Oscar. Your heart started to beat fast. You had a blank stare as you watched your phone just ring.

Amelia notices your blank face, "Is it Oscar again? Gosh, when is he going to leave you alone" she rolls her eyes. She starts walking towards you to see if you need any comfort or if you wanted her to answer.

"Yeah, it's him. Can you answer the phone for me? I'm not sure if I can talk to him" you gave her your phone.

This was not the first time he called after the breakup. Usually, you would just ignore the calls. This time it was different because of the talk you had earlier with Amelia and Ray. The thought of you giving someone everything just for them to go behind your back to do that was a scary thought.

While your mind wondered with all these thoughts, you could hear Amelia just yelling at the phone. Telling Oscar to leave me alone and just to let the relationship we once had go.

Hearing him argue with Amelia in the other room made you want to curl up in bed. But instead, you just sucked it up and started making the food because the food will never hurt your feelings or cheat on you.

Amelia walks into the kitchen and places the phone on the counter. "He is such a jerk. I still don't understand how you decided to date him. Out of all the people in New York, you decided to spend two and ½ years with him." She was rambling on how much she disliked Oscar. You zoned out, not wanting to pay attention to what she was saying.

"I don't understand either, but hey, can we just talk about something else; I need a distraction."

While you were finishing the food, Amelia was still browsing through Netflix, trying to find something the both of you could watch.

Amelia gives you a look of regret as you approach her with the food. "I'm sorry that I exploded on you about Oscar. What he did was unacceptable. I hate seeing you hurt over a stupid guy," she mentions as you give her a plate of food.

There was a small pause in between as you sat next to her. "It's okay, Amelia. I'm hurting over a dumb boy."

Once you finished your homework and the movie that Amelia put on the TV, it was already nighttime. Your mind wanders back to the dream you had. Who was this guy, and have you seen him before.

Amelia had her bed, but sometimes she would come over to your bed and sleep with you. Especially during times like this, where you needed her company. Amelia was scrolling through Instagram, trying to find new inspiration for her latest painting. "Hey, Amelia, do you know if we know anyone that is around 6'4 that had perfect shaggy hair?" you asked her, trying not to make it obvious that it was a dream.

She got up and sat up quickly as you caught her attention "oh, so now we have a new lover, and it's not been two months past your breakup" she was looking at the way you would react to her saying that. But your face was not showing any signs that you might have met someone new or even talked to someone new. You looked confused, and all you wanted answers. "Hey, don't look at me like that. We both have a busy life outside of these four walls, you don't expect me to know every single move that you do, and no, we do not know anyone that fits that description."

"Oh, okay, just asking" you wanted to drop the topic as fast as you could. "We should go to sleep. I have work tomorrow, and you do too"

You turn off the lights and proceed to go to bed.

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"Such a naughty girl, listening to what daddy wants to do, does it turn you on being here in the closet with me at the university you attend at huh."

It seemed like it picked up right where it left off. Oddly enough, it was the same guy you dreamt of last night.

You stood there quietly as you tried to analyze his beautiful face.

He proceeds to tell you all the things he wants to do to you. "I want you to get on all fours and not make a sound," he whispers into your ears; as he does that, he wraps his big hand around your throat.

You nodded your head in agreement "yes. I'll stay as quiet as I need to-"

BEEP

"Ugh, not again." This time, you woke up on time. When getting ready, you decided to wear something that hugged your curves perfectly—a turtleneck shirt with a cardigan and a nice pair of jeans with some heels.

On the days you didn't have class, you worked as a secretary at a lawyer's office, it was not your dream job, but it did pay you well. Your boss was chill about you going to work a couple of minutes late. She knew how busy the streets could get, and if you were able to pass by a coffee shop and get her coffee, she would forgive you for your delay.

As you were walking the same route, you wanted to catch up on some of your reading. The people around you were too focused on making sure they got to their destination on time instead of focusing on whether you were on their way.

Out of sudden, you bump into with 6'4 man, "Hey, watch it Ki-" he froze. To him, you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

You panic. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you," you were trying to gather yourself. As you made eye contact with him, you noticed that he had the same features as the guy you have been dreaming about. But seeing him in person, he was more attractive.

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes.

"umm yeah, it's alright kid, are you new around here? I have never seen you before" He looks at you like there's nothing else around but you. He looks up and down, looking at how perfectly your outfit hugged your curves. "Can I just mention that you are gorgeous and hot, wow"

You smiled and tucked in your hair behind your ear "thank you" This was the first time you have ever gotten a compliment in a very long time; you were unsure how to react. "Yeah, I have been here for a couple of years. I mean, it's a pretty big city. I doubt that you would have ever seen me" You never thought you would imagine that the guy you were dreaming about would live in the same city you did.

There was a small pause in between what you had said, "Is there a place that you need to be? I can walk you there. I want you to get there safely" He insisted on taking you to work. He didn't show any signs of being a creep, so of course, you agreed that he could walk with you.

The whole time you walked together, it was quiet, but having his presence next to you, was calming. It was odd. You have never felt this calm next to a stranger.

As you both get to the building that you worked at, "Hey, I know that we haven't known each other for long, and this walk was quiet, but I would like to get to know you." You scanned his face to see if he was lying or just trying to be weird. But no, he was genuine. "I would love to take you out to get coffee sometime if that's okay with you" He looked unsure if he wanted to ask you that. Maybe it was the fear of rejection.

You had a small smile on your face. You wanted to know him as well. "So far, I've enjoyed our quiet walk, and It would be lovely to grab a cup of coffee sometime" You take out some sticky notes and a pen from your purse and start writing down your number with a little heart next to the last digit. "Here, take this, don't blow up my phone, or I'll block you, okay" You hand him the sticky note with a smirk on your face.

The moment you mentioned a number, that's when his face lit up with the most dorkish yet cute smile. "Aye, Aye, Captain, I can't make any promises that I won't."

Walking towards the building, you felt like someone was watching you. You turn around to see who it might be, and it was him. He wanted to make sure that you go into the building safely. Then you realized that you didn't even know his name and how you gave him your number in a heartbeat. That was the dumbest thing you have done. But what is the worst he can do? He didn't know your name either. He can probably just send it to spam callers.

Either way, you didn't regret giving him your number.

Deep down, you thought, 'he'll never text me or call me. He was just nice by walking me to work. I'll never get to see him again.' Before you enter your shift, you text Amelia every time you get there, so she knows you got there and nothing happened to you on the way. You didn't tell her that you met this guy and that you willingly gave him your number. To you, it didn't matter. It's not like you were going to see him again.

Hours go by. It was already the end of your shift. You said your goodbyes to your boss and coworkers.

As you check your phone, you notice that there were three new messages from an unknown number. You took a deep breath as you unlocked your phone, thinking it was probably spam messages or reminders that you needed to pay your bills.

2:12 PM Hello Kid, it's me, that rando that walked with you

2:30 PM, please tell me this is your actual number and not some random person's number

3:23 PM, it probably is, well, shit. But if it is yours, call me when you get out of work. I want to go ahead and buy you coffee.

Reading those messages brought a smile to your face. Even without knowing his name, it made you happy that he texted you.

Your heart is racing as you call him, thinking that he isn't going to pick up.

"Hey kid, so you didn't give me a random person's number, huh" You could hear the excitement in his voice through the phone.

"Hello there, actually no, this is a random person's number, you got fooled" there was a small giggle that came out.

He went along with what you said, knowing for sure it was you and not someone else. "darn it. Either way, is this random person willing to grab some coffee in about 10 minutes."

"She accepts, and she will be waiting for you to come. Don't be late. I don't like it when people are late and especially when it comes to my coffee."

"Aye, Aye Captain, I won't be late, not even a second late."

"I'm holding your word to that, hah."

When you hung up the phone, you had the biggest smile on your face. The thoughts of 'how come this nameless person was able to make me feel this way' were going through your head. It felt like you were a teenager with a high school crush. This was a new feeling to you. You never experienced having these emotions over some guy.

Eight Minutes pass by, and you see that 6'4 gorgeous man was walking outside of the building you work at, waving his hand trying to catch your attention. You grab your bags and start walking towards the door. Before you could push the door, he opens it for you. "Thank you" You lock eyes with him, and that feeling from earlier where nothing matters came back. The sound of cars honking and people walking by didn't matter because it was only you and him.

"You are very welcome. There's a new coffee place that opened up not that long ago that I want to take you". He points to the left, and of course, there was a big sign on the shop saying, 'NEW LOCATION' You agreed to go with him, and you didn't care where you two went. All you wanted to do was spend time with him.

Both of you were walking to the coffee shop, and it was relatively small and very casual. There was loud music playing in the background. He opened the door for you, and inside, it smelled like fresh coffee. The inside was beautiful. The tones were very earthy and brown colors. Even if you didn't come with him, you would have loved to be in this place. It felt like home. While you two were getting in line, you finally asked him the question that has been in your head all day. "Something that has been bugging me is that I'm here grabbing coffee with a person that I don't even know; you might be a murder or a cat person, and I wouldn't even know your name."

He makes a facepalm motion when he realizes that you were right. You didn't know his name, and he didn't know yours. "shit, you are right. I haven't even told you my name. It's Adam."

Adam, why was that so fitting for him. You never thought that this beautiful man would have the most straightforward name. You loved his name already. You tell him your name, and the way he reacted was the cutest. "So that's the captain's name. To be fair, that is a beautiful name." You had a smile, and your cheek turned into a rosy color. You never thought that he would react to your name like that, mainly because he could have met a lot of people with that same name.

To him, your name meant more than just a random person's name. He didn't care if other people had the same name as you. He only cared about knowing your name.

The line got shorter, and it was your time to order what you wanted to drink. You look over the menu, and the most appealing drink you could see was a Macchiato. That was your safe drink when it came to new coffee places.

As you look over the menu, Adam stares at you, the way your eyebrows are shaped, the way you look so concentrated on reading every word on the menu. As before bumping into you, you were still the most beautiful person he has ever seen. "Are you ready to order what you want?"

Looking over the menu one more time, just making sure that a Macchiato was something you wanted. "I think so. I'll probably just want a macchiato, something simple."

"Do you want anything to eat? It's probably been hours since you have last eaten," he says in a concerning voice.

Even though you were hungry and wanted to order something to eat, you didn't want him to waste more money on you. "No, that would be it. I can probably get something to eat on the way home. Thank you, though. I appreciate it."

While waiting for the drinks to be ready, you two go sit down. It was quiet for a while before they called Adam's name to go and get the drinks. Hearing his name just brightened your day. You thought, 'I don't think I would ever get tired of hearing his name.' As he walked in your direction, you can't help but notice how big his hands were.

"Here is the macchiato for the lady" While you grab your cup of coffee from his hands, you notice how small your hand looked compared to his. "now that we are here, tell me about yourself." He wanted to know everything about you, from what you like to eat to what you like to do in your free time.

"Well, I'm in my last year of graduate school in NYU, getting my Human Development and Social Intervention Master's degree, gosh that was a handful to say. I work at a law office." There was a pause as you were trying to think of things you did in your free time. "There's nothing that exciting about my life, really." All you did was go to work and school. It made you realize how it has been a cycle your whole time you were in here.

With the facial expression, you can tell that he wanted to say 'really,' but instead, he said something else. "That sounds like some bull. Getting a degree in Human development or some shit like that is quite interesting" he was interested in what you were saying. "Also, I doubt that is all you do. There must be something else, a hobby? A show you enjoy watching." He did not believe one bit that your life could be boring.

Talking about yourself was not something you did on a day-to-day basis. So when Adam started asking these questions, it was really hard for you to think about it. He was the first person to ask you to talk about yourself in a very long time. You were unsure what to tell him, as you were stirring your coffee with a spoon, trying to figure out what to say. He grabs your hand that was just resting on the table. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. If you don't feel comfortable telling me it's cool, I understand" He was reassuring you that you didn't have to tell him anything you didn't want to.

He still holds your hand, making sure that you are comfortable around him. He didn't want to mess things up with you. He wanted to flirt with you and kiss you, but he also wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

The place started to get packed, and the walls felt like they were closing in on you. You began to feel claustrophobic with the number of people around. "Adam, can we leave the place and walk around?" You needed to get out of the place before more people came in.

He grabs your bag and helps you get up from the chair. You started to walk forwards, and even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his presence behind you. As you both left the shop, you turned around to make sure he was right behind. You wait for him as he catches up to you. You go ahead and wrap your arm around his. He had a slight smile when you did that. "I'm sorry for not answering your questions. Usually, no one asks me to talk about myself, so I'm unsure what to say."

He understood, and he was in the same boat as you. No one asked him to talk about himself either. If you were to ask him, he would freeze just like you did. "It's alright, kid, let's take you home. It's getting late" This was the second time he walked you to your location. He wanted you to get home safely and wanted to stay with you for a longer time.

This time it wasn't a quiet walk, you joked around with him, and he joked around with you. The way you both talked, it seemed like you knew each other for years and not only for a day.

You were the first girl he didn't want to take home and hook up with. You were different, he wanted something new, and he wanted to experience it with you.

You were outside the building of your apartment, and you see Amelia run towards you and Adam. "Where were you, it's past 6:30, and you are usually here earlier. I was about to set an Amber Alert on your ass" She hugs you ignoring the man next to you. As she lets go, she finally notices him and gives him a perplexed look. She pulls you away from Adam. She didn't know him. She thought he was some creep just trying to get to know where you lived. "You can go now. You don't need to walk her in." She had a disgusted look on her face while she made the shoo motion.

You were embarrassed that she was acting that way. Usually, she wouldn't mind if a guy walked me home. You gave Adam a look that you were sorry. "I'm so sorry. I never thought this would be the way you two meet. Amelia, this is Adam" You had a frustrated look on your face. You didn't want Amelia to know about Adam until you were sure that you wanted to talk to him for a while. 'I guess faith has another plan for me, instead of letting me do my own thing.' Instead of keeping that thought to yourself, you said it out loud without even knowing that you did.

Adam and Amelia both heard what you said and giggled.

Adam stares at you like he had the heart eyes emoji on his face. Amelia noticed how he was looking at you and decided to walk into the building, so you and he would have a moment together. You knew the moment you entered the apartment, she would be asking you a ton of questions. The idea of going home felt like a nightmare, but that's where your bed was at, so you didn't have a choice.

After what happened between the three of you, you were unsure if he ever wanted to talk to you again. If it was you, after that, you would have just run the opposite way. He could feel that you were worried. "If you think that Amelia scared me away from you, you thought completely wrong." He wraps his arms around you, and you hug him back. Feeling his warmth was one of the best feelings in the world. You were so much tinier than him, so hugging him felt like you were hugging a bear. After a couple of more minutes, letting him go was hard. Adam looks up and notices that Amelia is looking down to where you and he were standing. "It's getting late, and I can see that someone is creepily watching us." You look up, and you see the same thing that Adam did. You both giggled that Amelia wasn't trying to hide that she was staring at the both of you.

Watching him walk away made you sad. You wanted to spend more time with him.

Entering the apartment, Amelia rushed to open the door before you could. She had a ton of questions ready for you on a notepad. You took her hand and walked towards the couch. The questions went from “where did you meet him? How did you meet him?... etc.” You answered every question, even though you really didn’t want to. “So you met him, and you didn’t plan on telling me” she grabbed the pillow that was right next to her and smacked you with it. You went ahead and grabbed a pillow next to you and started to have a pillow fight.

Hours passed by, you finished your homework, your readings, and finished cooking dinner. As you are getting ready to go to bed. All you could think about was him, how sweet he was to you, how beautiful his face was, just the thought of Adam. Your phone starts to ring as these thoughts continue. You look over to your phone to see who it was, and it was Adam.

There was noise in the background. It sounded like there was construction going on. “Hey Kid, what are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Hey Goof, Fun fact I was about to go to bed, but you called, meaning that you interrupted me from going to bed.” You were tucking yourself to bed at this moment.

“I’ll just buy you coffee tomorrow.” He mentions in a sweet tone of voice.

“I hate that you have only known me for a day and already know that I love coffee” It was the opposite. You didn’t mind if he knew that you enjoyed drinking coffee. Instead of just remembering how your body was shaped, he would remember you by something you enjoyed drinking.

Adam was thinking about you before he decided to call you. He missed you. He missed the way your voice sounded. “I’m going, being honest with you, I was just thinking about you, and I thought I would call you.”

Did that comment just make your heart flutter? Yes, indeed it did. It’s crazy how in just one day of meeting Adam, you never felt happier. He made you feel things that you thought you’d never feel again.

You both talked for an hour straight, just talking about the tv show you were just watching; meanwhile, he was talking about wanting to build a boat in his apartment. But no matter what, you never have that awkward pause in between topics.

Once the call ended, It made you realize that this was just the beginning and that it would be a bumpy road ahead. But it didn’t matter because it was with him.

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lysmune · 3 years

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Aquarium Date

Levi spends a day in the human realm with you.

(Leviathan/MC) For Levi’s birthday

Akihabara is the obvious answer behind the portal you’ve dragged him through, but he’s taken aback when that’s not where both of you end up in.

Nope.

Instead, he finds himself surrounded by a throng of normies, loud, clamoring groups of them that huddle in a line that moves as quickly as it’s replaced, an endless conveyor belt of people.

“This isn’t Akihabara,” he weakly manages and you shake your head.

“Nope, it’s the aquarium,” you answer and he’s not quite sure if he likes the sound of that, but he’s a little less jittery when you squeeze his hand. “You okay, Levi?”

“Just,” he starts, eyes darting between you and the landscape of faces; “a lot of normies.”

He flushes red when your fingers lace his. “Hey,” you call out, his gaze averting to meet yours. “We can always go to Akihabara if you’re more comfortable with that.”

He warms at your gesture, the consideration in your invitation, and he’s more than tempted to take you up on your offer. Akihabara would be a dream for him, rows and rows of his favourite manga on display, so many figurines and anime, and Ruri-chan merch. That’d be perfect, yep!

“No, let’s go in,” he asserts and your lips curl, soft in the morning sunlight as you tug him towards the line.

Akihabara would be perfect, no doubt, but it’d be perfect just for him, and that’s not the birthday he wants. No, he wants a day that’s perfect for the both of you, a birthday where you’re enjoying yourself, too.

You’d never say it, but he knows you’re not a massive otaku like he is, so he takes it upon himself today. It’s the least he can do after you’ve gone out of your way to surprise him.

Besides, an aquarium would be fun (sans the normies).

Amongst the aquamarine haze, the undulating blues bobbing across the floor, Levi finds himself at peace, more so than he’d ever thought he would be. Hand in hand, you walk with him through the various tanks, stopping every so often to admire the undersea creatures.

“Look, Levi,” and he follows the line of your sight towards the cylindrical tank, to the gliding bioluminescence inside the waters.

“Moon jellyfish,” he identifies, pressing his palm to the cold glass. They coalesce around him in response, glowing in the darkness, and he hears you let out a breath of wonder; he smiles.

They follow the tip of his finger as he leads them in circles, straight lines and patterns, their tendrils a flickering, remnant trail. When he stops, they do too, resting, pulsing with light. He stays like that for a moment before he pulls away and they scatter into the confines of their home.

“They seem to really like you,” you muse, and he shrugs, slightly embarrassed when he’s snapped out of the daze.

He scratches the back of his neck, awkward and sheepish. “I was an admiral.”

Not that he’s ever liked the title. Sure, it had given him power and respect, but all he can remember is the envy in their eyes, the contempt, the curling, forked ends of unspoken insults. He remembers the cold, ruthless isolation of being at the top and the way he clung to the only thing he knew how to do with desperation.

He dislikes it all.

“Levi?”

Your voice brings him back, concern pulling the corners of your lips into a frown and clouding your eyes.

“It’s nothing,” he replies, waving it off, though you’re not so convinced; you let it slide anyway.

Still, if being able to communicate with marine life could make you smile like that, maybe that past of his isn’t so unbearable after all.

The touch pools are an experience, Levi concludes. Like a swarm of overzealous otakus trying to get a limited edition merch of their favourite character, the critters come at him in troves and variable speeds. He thinks it’s cute, though the normies might say otherwise.

“He’s just like Aquaman!” he hears a boy squeal, and he hears you laugh beside him, though you’re trying to stifle it down.

“What’s it?” he asks.

“Aquaman’s a superhero,” you respond as you drag your hand through the water lazily, petting the nearby manta ray that’s busy trying to make its way to his hand.

Oh. He supposes it is ridiculous that he’d be viewed as a superhero, as a character of justice. He doesn’t really fit the image of it; aren’t they usually well-built and fit, and handsome, and charismatic? That’s more Lucifer than -

“I think it suits you,” comes your easy answer and he blushes red to the tip of his ears, muffling an embarrassed noise, and you’re chuckling again.

“W-what makes you s-say that?” he stutters out, lips pulling into a frown as he strokes the shell of hermit crab. You shrug.

“You’re always kind, for one,” you start. He leans in closer to listen while you continue. “You’re passionate about what you like, you’re reliable when you need to be, and I think, most importantly, you’re someone I can easily put my trust in.”

And he’s averting his eyes away, biting his bottom lip, his free hand coming up to cover his face as he mumble a muffled ‘thank you’. His heart’s going a mile a minute, but when he peeks at you between fingers and you look back, that smile of yours never once faltering, he can’t help but feel seen, appreciated, loved, even.

He doesn’t protest when your fingers curl around his, when you pull his hand down to reveal the blush of him and bump shoulders. This - being with you, liking you, having you return his affections - is something he’s never imagined happening, not just because he’s, well, him, but also because it’s just a feeling he’s never garnered from the people around him.

Yet here you are, admiring the very skills he’s been so hated for.

“I like you,” he mutters and you look up to him, eyes wide. Without hesitation, he repeats himself. “I like you.”

There’s a heartbeat of silence, then, a genuine, confident, “I like you, too.”

“No trip is complete without getting souvenirs,” you chirp as the exit comes to sight, and Levi nods in agreement. Merch is everything and he’d like to leave the aquarium with more than just memories, even if that’s greedy of him.

Ugh, I sound like Mammon now.

He digresses.

Passing by the shelves, all filled to the brim, he takes in the variety of options. From keychains, to notepads, to cute casings and fluffy plushies, and embroidered hats; the possibilities are truly endless.

It’s the graphic tees that catch his eye, though.

“Matching shirts?” comes your startling question.

He nods, then shrugs, then stuffs his free hand into his jacket’s pocket. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“What makes you think I’m against the idea?” you retort with a grin and before he knows it, you’re tugging him along to the rack of clothes.

Both of you rummage through your options and you’re occasionally bringing one up to model over yourself, which makes it harder on him because he thinks you’d look good in all of them, and he makes it known. You roll your eyes, calling it banal flattery, but the glimmer in your gaze tells him otherwise.

“What about this one?” Levi asks as he pulls a light blue shirt with a picture of a content whale, tucked into the shirt pocket and the words BRB, I’m gonna whale underneath.

You can barely stop yourself from chuckling at the sight, wheezing out an, “Oh, that’s perfect,” when he brings it up over him.

It comes in two other colours, white and peach, and you settle on the blue while he grabs the pink one in his respective size. He wanders around with you through the entirety of the space in search of more things to take home, ending up with a jellyfish keychain and a clownfish decal while you pick up a seal plushie.

After a losing squabble, Levi lets you pay for the entirety. “Consider it a gift,” you smile, taking the paper bag with a tilt of your head before you make your way out of the shop.

Sunset streaks the sky in orange and purple, and he’s transfixed by the beauty of you when the colours paint you rich and honeyed. Both of you start to retrace your steps to the portal, blending in with the dispersing crowd and he feels comfortingly normal.

“Should I carry that?” he asks as you trudge back up a hill, tilting his head towards your bag.

You shrug and hand it over. “Sure, it’s all yours anyways.”

“Didn’t you buy a -“

“Seal plush?” you finish. He nods while your eyes crinkle in giddy. “It’s yours.”

“Hah?!”

You shrug. “I wanted you to have something to remember me by,” you reply and he stops dead in his tracks, blood running cold.

“Are you leaving?”

“No! God, no, Levi,” you answer, closing the minimal distance between the two of you. He’s close enough to smell your body wash now. “I just want you to never feel alone, Levi, and maybe I’m being selfish when I say I want you to think of me while you look at it, but I hope it gives you company if I can’t, at any point in time.”

And he’s pulling you to him before he knows it, lips pressing yours in a kiss that clings like salt to the ocean breeze. You sigh into it, pliant in his arms as his fingers flutter over your cheek, your hands resting around his waist.

He pulls away ever just and he sees that you’re the one flushed over now, and a sense of pride wells up in him when he finds his reflection in your eyes.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, cradling you as he rocks on the balls of his feet.

“For what?” you question, giggling.

“For today,” he answers, but that’s not quite it, that’s not quite enough. “For believing in me, for being you, for everything.”

“Always, Levi,” and he knows, with every inch of him, that you mean it.

#obey me #swd obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #munewrites #f: obey me #ch: leviathan #an: wow more cute stuff #an: overdue as always #an: I have Thoughts™️ about Leviathan using anime as a sort of salve because of his past #an: AKA he was a talented admiral but his social skills were terrible and God exploited his lack of social skills #an: and further isolated him #an: Levi also probably attaches his identity really strongly to anime/manga/games/otaku #an: aNYWAY YEAH THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH RAMBLING #an: here's to the birthday boi levi

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leviathanofthesky · 3 years

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[Persona 5 Doujinshi] Blank Card no Omote Ura - Translation

Title: Blank Card no Omote Ura (ブランクカードのおもてうら) Circle/Artist: AUH (soie) Series: Persona 5 Pairing: Yusuke Kitagawa x Akira Kurusu Rating: R-18

Notes: ( ) are thought bubbles [ ] are text in boxes { } are sounds and text not in bubbles The MC's name is Yuki in this doujinshi. For consistency's sake, I'm going to refer to him as Akira for the translation.

Page 5 Morgana: Are you looking at them again?

Page 6 Akira: I think they're beautiful Akira: The card Yusuke replicated emits a faint light if you hold it like this Morgana: That guy doesn't seem to have changed even with his current predicament Morgana: I wonder what kind of work he will create when he blooms...

Page 7 Akira: Surely something outrageous like "Otakara" will be born {nyah nyah!!} Akira: ... To me this card is already like "Otakara" Morgana: Is that so Morgana: It doesn't shine when I touch it Morgana: That is something only your persona can use Note: Otakara - karaoke for otaku's

Page 8 Morgana: They have a special meaning for only you Akira: ... Akira: Only me... Akira: Is that so...

Page 9 Akira: I'd like to see Yusuke draw on the cards just once Yusuke: I don't mind but... it won't be especially fun. I do not talk when I am concentrating Akira: I know Akira: When you were drawing Ann, you weren't paying any attention to us {he he} Yusuke: That did happen Akira: Where can you draw? Is my place okay?

Page 10 Yusuke: ... Yusuke: ... Akira, you're too close {Ah} Akira: My bad

Page 11 Yusuke: Hah... Finished Akira: Thank you, Yusuke Yusuke: This is nothing Yusuke: If there is anything I can do to be helpful just let me know

Page 12 {shiny...} Yusuke: ...Huh? When did it get dark? Akira: You must be hungry, let's go eat dinner

Page 13 Yusuke: Ah... I'm grateful Akira: I should be thanking you. Come down for a bit Yusuke: ... Morgana: Hm? Aren't you going? Yusuke: Ah, yes... Let's go

Page 14 {ah} {creak} Morgana: If you fix the leg, you can use it can't you? {click click click}

Page 15 {beep} [Yusuke]: If you don't have anything to do today, I'll be be at the Shibuya Underground Walkway, so let me know Akira: ...

Page 16 [Akira]: I've arrived {beep beep} Yusuke: You saved me Akira: Having a nice face is tough Yusuke: ... Akira: Ryuji's splendid face has also brought some hardships when we were in Shinjuku Yusuke: What a pity...

Page 17 Yusuke: ... Akira: ... And Akira? {I mean your face} Akira: Me? Akira: I try not to make eye contact in the first place {I have a previous criminal record} {phew} Yusuke: Akira also has other hardships to face {Hm? I guess}

Page 18 Akira: Oh yeah, I fixed this broken easel I found Yusuke: What!? {slide slide} Akira: It was probably used for hanging the cafe's blackboard menu before Yusuke: Beautiful...

Page 19 Yusuke: Akira's very skillful Akira: Want to test it out? If you can use it, please use it Yusuke: Ah, I am indebted to you Yusuke: What should I draw...

Page 20 Akira: Should I undress? Just kidding Yusuke: .. You'll really undress!? Akira: Ah... Would it really be useful if it's me? Yusuke: Akira is not too thick or thin, you have a nicely balanced body {Uh huh} Yusuke: You're definitely the ideal model (Akira): Huh... I feel like I've heard something similar from some doctor...

Page 21 Akira: Do you need me to take off the bottom too? Yusuke: Please do Akira: Is this okay?

Page 22 Yusuke: Your glasses... can you take them off too? Yusuke: They're just for show right? Akira: ...

Page 23 Yusuke: ... Can I touch you? Akira: Sure

Page 24 Yusuke: Oh... {hmm hmm} (Akira): Yusuke can't hear anything when he becomes like this (Akira): It was the same with Anne Yusuke: Let me see your back {turn}

Page 25 Akira: ... Akira: You said that it's your first time meeting someone like me Akira: For me, Yusuke is also the same Akira: Yusuke is always thinking about the world inside the painting Akira: The painting is always inside your heart

Page 26 Akira: To immerse yourself to that extent is really something Akira: It's not easy to meet someone like you, to come across someone like you Akira: From the time you were little Akira: To know the thing that's captured your heart that won't part with you Akira: I think it's amazing. I don't have something like that so

Page 27 Akira: I admire you, Yusuke Akira: I wonder how... you see the world Akira: I'm interested... Yusuke: ... Good good!! Okay, shall we start the drawing? {What have you been doing this entire time?} {Measuring...?}

Page 28 Yusuke: With an easy pose, can you keep still for 2 hours {flip}

Page 29 Yusuke: ! Yusuke: ... [Yusuke]: I'm doing some human observation in Shibuya today. If you're free, want to hang out? Yusuke: I am a bad guy...

Page 30 Yusuke: ! [Akira]: I'm coming over Akira: Yo {ping} Yusuke: You really came... Yusuke: Human observation... no, today can we go to Leblanc? Akira: My place? Sure

Page 31 Yusuke: ... Akira Yusuke: Do you have a girlfriend? Akira: I don't... why? Yusuke: It's nothing... Akira: What about Yusuke? Yusuke: I don't Yusuke: ... What?

Page 32 Akira: It's just surprising Yusuke: I've never really felt the need... Akira: ... By any chance, was there not even a sliver of love in relation to what you said to Anne? Yusuke: Ah... {That did happen} Yusuke: Before, there was a time I held the hands of one of sensei's... Madarame's art dealer's girlfriends Akira: ?

Page 33 {What? Where?} {What do you mean what?} Yusuke: It wasn't anything special... Yusuke: ... I just bought some paint and an iron pot Yusuke: The brush is definitely excited {Oh...}

Page 34 {tap tap} Akira: Should I take off my clothes? Yusuke: ... ... Yusuke: Ah... please Akira: ? ?

Page 35 Akira: ! {slip} Akira: Yusuke, that tickles... Akira: ...Ah!! W-wait... Akira: That tickles! Akira: ~~Ah! Stop!! Akira: ...

Page 36 {whoosh} Akira: Ah...!? Akira: Idiot! Let go! You're touching strange...! Akira: Ah...! Akira: Stop..! Akira: Ngh... Akira: Ah... ah

Page 37 Akira: ... Ah... {stroke stroke stroke} Akira: Ah, Yusu... ke {pant pant pant pant} Akira: ... Stop Akira: Really Akira: Let go...

Page 38 Akira: Your hand, let go Akira: ... Hrrrgh!! {squeeze} {pant pant pant pant} Akira: Hah... Akira: ... Ah Akira: Idiot... {drip} Akira: Let go already...

Page 39 Akira: Ah... really... Akira: Better go wash after this... {wipe wipe} Akira: ... Yusuke?

Page 40 Yusuke: It's painful... Yusuke: Akira, it's agonizing... Akira: ...?

Page 41 {Akira}: Eh? Eh? What... just now... Uh Akira: ... Ngh! Yusuke: Kiss Akira: Mmmh {flinch}

Page 42 Yusuke: Akira... {squeeze} Akira: ...!? {shudder} {Akira}: Eh Akira: What...? Yusuke: Hah Yusuke: Ha {flinch} {fondle} Akira: ! Wa... Ngh!! Akira: Wait!? Are you going to embrace me!? Akira: Cut it out!?

Page 43 Yusuke: Hm? Akira, did you want to make love to me? Akira: ...!! Akira: ... That's... Yusuke: You're not as annoyed as one would have others believe Akira: ...! {press}

Page 44 Yusuke: You're erect... are you not? Yusuke: When I touch Akira like this... Akira: That's... you... {pant pant} Yusuke: Akira... {eep} Akira: Ah... Ngh {rub rub} Akira: Ngh... ugh

Page 45 Yusuke: Akira... {pant pant} Yusuke: This... Can I go in? {pant pant} {Yusuke}: By all possible means Yusuke: I want to enter Akira: Don't put it in... Ah! Akira: ~~~~~~Ngh!! {slide} Yusuke: Akira, it is out of my power {pant pant} Akira: That's unreasonable! {Akira}: Eep! Akira: ...!

Page 46 {pant pant} Akira: Aa aa augh... Akira: Ngh ...Ngh...! {pant pant pant} Yusuke: Does it hurt...? Akira: Ngh... This position... I could die from shame {pant pant pant} Yusuke: Doesn't seem that way Akira: ... It's surprisingly alright, I guess? Akira: ... And Yusuke...?

Page 47 Yusuke: For me, I want to go right now {pant pant} Akira: Ngh... Ah Akira: ... {pant pant} Akira: Ngh Akira: Hnngh Yusuke: Haa haa Akira: Ah {slurp slurp} {creak creak} Akira: Aaah! ...Ngh {pant} {pant pant} {slurp slurp} Akira: ~~~~Ngh!! Akira: Ah

Page 48 {pant pant} Yusuke: Akira... Yusuke: I may possibly be in love with you... {blush}

Page 49 Akira: ... ... Isn't that good? Akira: I also... regarding Yusuke... like... {whisper} Yusuke: !! Yusuke: Akira...! Akira: But... yeah Akira: Yusuke... you have something extraordinary

Page 50 Akira: I don't have something like that Akira: Yusuke, you said that it's your first time meeting someone like me Akira: It's because Madarame surrounded himself with talented people Akira: Right now, to Yusuke Akira: I am someone who can show you a new world

Page 51 Akira: But sooner or later, this will become everyday mediocrity Akira: Then... Akira: Then you'll have to look for a new source of stimulation in the world Yusuke: ... Akira: I've said enough in one sitting. I'm going to sleep {reach}

Page 52 (Yusuke): You have something extraordinary. I don't have something like that (Yusuke): Akira... (Yusuke): ... Are you saying you have nothing?

Page 53 (Yusuke): Ah... (Yusuke): The things you think are ordinary (Yusuke): To me are extraordinary

Page 54 Akira: Decide for yourself (Yusuke): When I separated myself from Madarame, you were the one who cut away my doubts (Yusuke): You've always (Yusuke): Pointed me in the best direction in regards to my life (Yusuke): ... (Yusuke): That is (Yusuke): Surely your own talent, isn't it...

Page 55 (Yusuke): Akira, you yourself (Yusuke): Aren't aware, huh...

Page 56 (Akira): He forgot his sketchbook...? Akira: ? {tap tap}

Page 57 Yusuke: Akira, you're awake? Akira: ... You didn't go back... Yusuke: There's something I want to draw Akira: Ah... What came to you? Yusuke: That place

Page 58 Yusuke: Do you want some? Yusuke: The Boss was making a brew Yusuke: Have a sip Akira: Delicious... {Hah}

Page 59 Yusuke: Akira... I understand the things you said yesterday Yusuke: If I get bored of Akira, then you said I should go somewhere else for my sake? Yusuke: ... When Yusuke: I get bored of Akira, I will do that then Yusuke: ... But if I was in the opposite position

Page 60 Yusuke: I wouldn't be able to say such a thing. My ego prevails over reason Yusuke: For example, if I lack charm I will polish it. I would say that I want you to be by my side forever Yusuke: Even if you do not have any worth Yusuke: I will stay by your side forever...

Page 61 Yusuke: I've really... Yusuke: Lost my heart to you, Akira... {Yusuke}: Hah Yusuke: To avoid something like yesterday happening twice Yusuke: I'll show you how much I've fallen for you

Page 62 Yusuke: Hm, Leblanc's coffee is excellent Yusuke: I'll go return the cup Yusuke: I've always thought that people would rather see a painting but... {tap...}

Page 63 Yusuke: I've started to think that I wanted you to see me for myself Yusuke: I don't know why... {tap tap} Akira: ...

Page 64 Akira: I really don't understand what he's thinking...

#kitashu #yusuke x akira #persona 5 #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #yusuke kitawaga #translation #doujinshi

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dadgonedeku · 4 years

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Celebrating Bakugou’s Birthday Headcanons

💥🎊~SFW (very fluffy...the most fluffy)

💥🎊~Bakugou x Fem!Reader (mutual pining)

💥🎊~Happy Birthday to the little rat, here are some hcs to celebrate! 🥳

💥🎊~Tbh I should have just made this a oneshot because that’s basically what it is but in HC format because it’s easier for me to write whoopsies...🥴

💥🎊~I wrote this in like four hours so I’m super sorry if it sucks...it was honestly really hard for me to write with no motivation what so ever but I just wanted to make sure I got something out in time for the baby’s b day! Double whoopsies 🥴

💥🎊~Also long post triple whoopsies 🥳

💥🎊~ “Here we go, today is the day!” You say to yourself as you wake up in the morning, already excited for what’s to come.

💥🎊~ You see reader, you and the rest of 1A (mainly the bakusquad) decided to surprise the gruff explosion boy for his birthday.

💥🎊~ And as you got ready that morning, you decided to take a little extra time in making yourself look even more beautiful than you already were, examples being putting on a little more makeup than usual or even taking some extra time to learn a new hairstyle.

💥🎊~ You’ve had a crush on the ash blonde for a while now, ever since the beginning of the school year, and it only continued to grow as you watched him become stronger and develop more of a gruff softness with his classmates.

💥🎊~ So this was the perfect opportunity to show him how much you cared, and on top of that you had an excuse for you lookin even more ‘like a snacc’ than usual.

💥🎊~ “Y/N!!!! Come on hurry up!!” You hear you’re best friend Ashido knock at your door, you quickly finish whatever you’re doing and pull yourself together, taking a quick glance at how you looked in a mirror before opening the door.

💥🎊~ “Geez girlie, you look bomb, get it, bomb?” You huff a laugh at the bad joke as she takes in your appearance.

💥🎊~ “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this spruced up before, well except for that one party you got to go too. Lookin good, ready to try and reel him in?” She teases as she takes a quick snap of one of your bra straps under your shirt.

💥🎊~ “Ashi!!! No. And besides, I’m sure he doesn’t even like me back anyways.” You shoot back as a bright pink blush paints itself on your s/c cheeks. Ashido was the only one who knew about your longtime crush on the ash blonde, and frankly she was the only one you trusted enough. Fortunately for you, she proved liable.

💥🎊~ “Ha, I wouldn’t think so, have you seen the way he looks at you whenever you’re paired up in a match or even during the sports fest?” She asks excitedly as she steps into your dorm room, following you over to your bedside table as you open the top drawer, retrieving a medium sized box wrapped in a bright orange paper, a green bow attached to black ribbons sitting on top of it.

💥🎊~ “No Ashido, and ya wanna know why? Because I’d be in the middle of a FIGHT then!” You playfully yell back as she lets out a laugh at your flustered face. “Plus, I’m sure that’s not even true anyways, there’s nothing special about me that would make him ‘fall in love’” You quote with your hands as you take the gift from your drawer, tucking it under your dominant arm as you grab your purse with the other.

💥🎊~ “Alright, think what you want. Just know that you are a tasty lady with a tasty bod and personality and if he don’t like it back, he doesn’t deserve you.” She chuckles with her hands on her hips as you roll your eyes amusingly in response, nudging her out of the door as you close it behind you.

💥🎊~ “Where is he right now anyways?” You inquire as you and Ashido make your way down the fourth floor hall to the elevator, “Doesn’t he get up really early in the mornings?”

💥🎊~ “Yep, sure does. To be fair I don’t really know what he’s doing right now, but he’s not in the common room.” She responded as the two of you stepped in the elevator, pressing the lobby button that would transport you to the common room.

💥🎊~ “Oh, well I hope someone came up with a good enough distraction so we have enough time to get everything ready.” You say hopefully as the elevator drifted downward, Ashido nodding in agreement. The rest was silence, a few moments going by before the familiar ‘ding!’ sound of the elevator alerted the two of you that you had arrived to the floor.

💥🎊~ You took a deep breath and fiddled with a necklace that hung around your neck, anxiety building of the unknown, and if your secret plan would actually work. Ashido placed a comforting pink hand on your shoulder and flashed you a small smile, you shot one back and took a deep breath, closing your e/c eyes for a moment before stepping out of the elevator.

💥🎊~ “There you guys are!” Kaminari waved happily from the common space, alerting the rest of your classmates that you and Ashido had finally shown. Well...all except for two?

💥🎊~ “Huh? Where’s Kirishima? Wasn’t he another mastermind of all this?” You ask curiously, placing your box on one of tables and signaling to Urakaka to keep an eye on it, to which, of course, she saluted with a bright smile.

💥🎊~ “Oh he’s keeping Kacchan occupied for now, they went to the gym for a workout an hour or two ago.” Your vibrant green-eyed classmate Midoriya replied with a grin, also holding a small box in his right hand.

💥🎊~ You took a sigh of relief, thankful that Kirishima had bought some time...but wait...Midoriya said a couple hours ago...

💥🎊~ oh no...

💥🎊~ “Wait?! A couple hours ago? That means that they’re almost done by now right?” You ask suddenly, startling a few of your classmates in the process, a couple seconds go by before all hell breaks loose, Iida resorting to shouting out orders to his various fellow classmates.

💥🎊~ You and the other girls were tasked with setting up tables and helping hang streamers from the ceilings, Urakaka’s quirk coming in handy as she would hold onto you as you attached the fragile paper material to the bland, off white ceiling.

💥🎊~ Orange and Black sheets were draped over the kitchen tables as Sato and Momo worked in the kitchen, whipping up tea and desserts for the class to enjoy during the party.

💥🎊~ To be fair, all of them would probably be chewed out by said birthday boy for ‘doing too damn much’ but deep down they all knew that he would appreciate it.

💥🎊~ Bakugou, however, never really thought much about his birthday, sure he celebrated it as a child but once he became a teen he kinda dropped it. He never really saw the appeal, I mean...all a birthday means is that you turn a year older right? To him it was just another day, so why did it matter so much to the rest of his class?

💥🎊~ Well, all of you had been through a lot as a class, with all of the villain attacks and heartache never seeming to end. It was rough, and it was hard to deal with. But the 21 of you still managed to get through it together, but part of you feels like Bakugou was hit the hardest by it all. Him and Midoriya of course.

💥🎊~ You’d never really seen him show any emotion aside from anger or brashness, maybe you’d even experienced some sass or a few cocky comments. But that’s about it....

💥🎊~ So why did you care so much about him?

💥🎊~ Why did your heart flutter every time you saw him?

💥🎊~ Why?

💥🎊~ You never realize that you had subconsciously tuned out the happy smiles and giggles and shouting as you don’t pay attention to the front doors opening and the immediate echo of “Surprise!” that comes right after.

💥🎊~ “Y/N!! Look out!” Urakaka shouts from below you, snapping you out of your thoughts, which only resulted in you to beginning to fall from the ceiling as you hear your female friend shout “release!” from underneath you. A scream rips from your throat as your body fails to react fast enough for you to catch yourself. You clench your eyes shut as your vision catches quick blurs of your classmates scrambling after you.

💥🎊~ 1000 thoughts rush through your brain as you brace yourself as best you can for impact in those quick couple seconds.

💥🎊~ But the impact never...came?

💥🎊~ “Oi, the hell was that for dumbass?” You hear a gruff voice say as your eyes open in shock, your mind drawing a blank as you stare up at none other than Bakugou himself, who had caught you in the heat of the moment with that sexy rapid reaction time of his-

💥🎊~ “I....uhhh...” You fail to answer as your eyes dart around the room, only for them to land on Ashido trying her best to hold in a laugh. “ I don’t really...know?”

💥🎊~ “Hah?! Whattaya mean you don’t know? You just fell from the ceiling! Watch how you release your quirk pink cheeks!” He shouts as he gently places you back on your feet, keeping a strong hand on your back to make sure you’re steady before removing it.

💥🎊~ Embarrasment rushes through your body, giving you shivers and goosebumps as you quickly look for Urakaka. “Urakaka what happened?” You unintentionally shout in her direction. She flushes profusely and shakes her hands in front of her before moving to cover it.

💥🎊~ “There was a huge spider right next to you on the ceiling, and I didn’t wanna startle you but I know how much you hate them so-“ She starts but interrupts with a very profuse “I’m so sorry I panicked!” that you can’t help but chuckle at. You calm down a little more and thank her for looking out for you before apologizing yourself, but you still can’t help the huge blush that rushes to your cheeks.

💥🎊~ ‘Omg omg omg that did nOt just happen he did nOt jUsT cATCH mE I-‘

💥🎊~ The worries voices of your fellow classmates snap you out of your thoughts once again as you rush to reassure them you’re okay.

💥🎊~ “Y/N are you okay?!” Midoriya and Kirishima ask in unison.

💥🎊~ “Ah! I’m fine! I promise!” You say, only before turning to face Bakugou, who was looking away...almost as if...

💥🎊~ ‘he was embarrassed too...’

💥🎊~ “Thank you, Bakugou.” You say lightly as you flash him a small smile of gratitude, only for him to reply with a rough ‘tch’.

💥🎊~ “Okay! Now that that’s over let’s get this party started!!!” You hear Ashido yell eagerly over the rest of the class, soon enough shouts of agreement could be heard as Sato and Momo appeared from the kitchen with Tea and Cupcakes, along with an actual birthday cake that was hidden in the back of the kitchen.

💥🎊~ You hear a “Tch, nerds” from behind you as you rush to the goods, your classmates following close behind as you help Momo and Sato set up the food and drinks.

💥🎊~ The day continued on with Bakugou putting up an annoyed front as you all agree in shouting happy birthday, blowing kazoos and pulling strings on confetti poppers as he reluctantly blows out the array of candles that are placed on the huge 3-tier cake that Sato had been working on all day. It was truly magnificent, white fondant draped over each of the layers, decorated with orange and green stripes with black frosted roses trimming the third tier, ‘Ground Zero’ written in cursive along the top of the cake that was encased in the roses.

💥🎊~ “Holy crap Sato!! You really went all out!!!” You hear Kaminari say behind you as you hear the clicks of phone cameras sound off around you, all of your friends recording and taking pictures to remember the happy moment.

💥🎊~ A few more minutes pass and each one of you has a cup of tea and a cupcake in hand as you all parade around the birthday boy, much to his surprise and slight annoyance, but he’ll never admit that deep down he was thankful for the enthusiastic celebration.

💥🎊~ Cheap, plastic party hats are passed around and even Mr. Aizawa partakes in the festivities, wishing the ash blonde his own happy birthday as he retrieves a cupcake and teacup himself, much to your surprise.

💥🎊~ Soon enough it’s time for present opening as Kaminari nudges the birthday boi over to the couches, the other 19 of you taking sitting positions accordingly around a coffee table that was filled with presents from everyone.

💥🎊~ “The hell is all this for?!”

💥🎊~ “For you Bakubro, duh.”

💥🎊~ “You extras do too damn much.”

💥🎊~ “But you still love us anyways.”

💥🎊~ “Tch.”

💥🎊~ His gifts include all different items, from boxes of pocky and video games, to even hoodies and fitted shirts and sweats, and of course a custom pair of black crocs with the words ‘ground zero’ spelled across the front in the little attachments...wonder who those could be from?

💥🎊~ “You’ve gotta be kidding me Shitty Hair...”

💥🎊~ “Don’t hate the player man, hate the game.”

💥🎊~ Your eyes widen as you see him reach for your gift to him, and you immediately find the courage to speak up and excuse yourself to the bathroom, when really, you were lying and choose to sneak outside instead.

💥🎊~ “But Y/N isn’t that your gift?” You hear Sero inquire.

💥🎊~ “Yeah but it’s fine! I really gotta go though.”

💥🎊~ “If you say so...”

💥🎊~ You quickly look back and notice that he opens it slower than the other ones, taking out a small index card you had placed in the lid of the box, you quickly glance through one of the window, only to see him reading it before you hide yourself from view.

💥🎊~ ‘Meet me outside, it’s important’ The card read, written in messy f/c gel pen.

💥🎊~ He sighs before quickly standing up and brushing off anyone who questions him, he grunts out a “Ill be back soon, screw off and don’t worry about it.” Before walking towards the front door.

💥🎊~ To his and your surprise...no one followed, and no one even seemed to question it.

💥🎊~ You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you hear the front door open and see Bakugou step out, turning to face you and letting the door close softly behind him. He flashes you the card and you give a small nod in response, almost as if the two of you had just silently confirmed the reason why you even wanted him here in the first place.

💥🎊~ “Well, what is it?” He asks with his usual gruff tone, but for some reason it feels much softer than earlier.

💥🎊~ “Umm...well I-“

💥🎊~ The worry comes up again as your mind decides to draw a blank on you once again, and you can’t help but blush profusely and look away. Why? Why are you like this? Why can’t you just say what you want to say? You hate it, you dread it. This empty and tingly gut feeling in your stomach, almost as if it is truly churning to the sounds of your embarrassment.

💥🎊~ “Well? Out with it already, don’t have all night ya know.” He replies bluntly as he leans back on the rails of the front porch, crossing his arms in front of him as he switches his gaze to the wooden ground instead of your flustered form.

💥🎊~ ‘Come on, out with it already y/n! He’s right here, right in front of you. He paid attention, he didn’t come out here for no reason. Just come on...say it....do it.’

💥🎊~ “Alright, think what you want. Just know that you are a tasty lady with a tasty bod and personality and if he don’t like it back, he doesn’t deserve you.”

💥🎊~ ‘fuck it, here goes nothing...’

💥🎊~ “If you’re not gonna say anything then I’m just gonna go back inside, this is a waste of my time.” He says, causing you’re eyes to widen and tear up. You shake your head silently as he turns his back to you, walking toward the door and reaching his hand out to the handle.

💥🎊~ ...but you grab it just in time...

💥🎊~ “Stop...” The word that exits your lips is barely audible as he feels the shake in your voice.

💥🎊~ “Hah? What is it then? You wanted me to come out here? So if you’re not gonna say anything then I don’t see the appeal in wasting-“

💥🎊~ “ I like you.”

💥🎊~ You feel the world stop around you and the silence that immediately follows as you prepare yourself for the worst. Good lord, the words just came out...they just escaped your lips and you could barely even handle it.

💥🎊~ “What?” Is all you hear back...

💥🎊~ ‘screw it, it’s too late to go back now...’

💥🎊~ “ I like you...Bakugou. I do...and I’m sorry if it’s weird or anything and honestly I’m okay if you don’t feel the same way...but I just want you to know anyways...”

💥🎊~ He only stares in silence, crimson eyes widened with shock.

💥🎊~ “I’ve felt like this for a long time to tell you the truth, and if I’m being honest I’ve tried to shake it off countless times but i just can’t get you out of my head. Whenever you show up and show out, whenever you talk about your dreams of becoming the number one hero...I can’t help but smile and think about how hard you must be working, and how far you must be pushing yourself to get stronger. And I feel it in my heart whenever I see you look my way or whenever you stand tall with a huge boasting smile after you’ve just won a battle. You’re amazing Bakugou...and I know that you’re gonna make it. I know that you’re going to get where you want to be, and I can’t help...but...we’ll I can’t help but long to be there with you as your journey continues...”

💥🎊~ more silence...

💥🎊~ “and I want to be there for you when you finally reach your goal...if you’ll have me of course.” You can only look down at the ground, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation as you let the words just explode from your lips...silence...more and more silence...“I love you...Bakugou.”

💥🎊~ The moments pass painfully slow as the silence fills the air and you feel heartache set in again.

💥🎊~ “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say all of it at once. I’m sure it’s a lot and I don’t want to-“

💥🎊~ “Shut up.” Is all you hear, and before you can even register the sound of Bakugou’s boots hit the wood...you feel strong and calloused hands engulf your face and wipe away your tears.

💥🎊~ tears you didn’t even know you were shedding...

💥🎊~ “Baku-“

💥🎊~ “I said shut up...ya damn nerd.”

💥🎊~ And you do...as you instinctively reach for his waist, wrapping your arms around it as your bury your face in his chest, finally letting out the sobs that you had kept in for so long...it was finally out...and he finally knew. And all you could feel was relief as you felt his right hand come up to rest on the top of your head.

💥🎊~ “Tch...you girls...always so damn emotional...just like Deku....” You hear him huff out in a short chuckle as you giggle slightly through your tears.

💥🎊~ “I’m sorry...”

💥🎊~ “You know...I’ve been thinking about it...”

💥🎊~ “Oh?”

💥🎊~ “and I think I love you too...Y/N.”

💥🎊~ It takes you a few seconds to even register the words that come out of his mouth. He lets you pull away from his chest and take a few steps back...e/c eyes meeting crimson ones as you stare at him in disbelief, mouth agape.

💥🎊~ “Yo- Your- hold on...you’re joking right?” You whisper with a shaky voice, just loud enough for him to hear as you bring a hand to clutch your chest.

💥🎊~ “Do I look like the type of person who jokes about shit like this? Idiot, of course I’m not joking.”

💥🎊~ “Then that means-“

💥🎊~ “Yeah...I like you too, dumbass.”

💥🎊~ “Holy shit...” You don’t even finish your sentence as you squeal, your hands rushing to cover your mouth, tears starting up again.

💥🎊~ “Oi...” “Holy shit.” “Oi!” “Holy shit.” “Oi!!! Y/N!” You finally snap out of it as your gaze switches back to his, he gives you a look that means it’s time to go back to being serious and you do, pulling yourself together before turning to face him again.

💥🎊~ “So are we gonna do this or what?” He asks bluntly, holding out a pale, calloused palm your way.

💥🎊~ It takes you a few moments to respond...but when you do-

💥🎊~ “Yeah...let’s do it.” You say as you take the hand that reaches out to you, only to be pulled into a deep, sweet, and intimate kiss as the sun sets on the horizon.

💥🎊~ Your first...and his first.

💥🎊~ “Happy birthday...Bakugou.”

💥🎊~ “Katsuki, call me Katsuki.”

💥🎊~WOWIE ITS FINALLY OVER WOOO!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE RAT AND IF YOU SOMEHOW REACHED THE END OF THIS POST I APPLAUD YOU! This took so much thinking for me to write out the way I wanted and honestly I’m pretty darn proud of it...so I hope you enjoyed it too! If you like it then please lemme know what you thought!!! I love talking to you guys! Have a good night and happy 4/20/20!!!🥰🎊💞

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #fluff #headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugous birthday #happy birthday #happy birthday bakugou #4/20 #celebrating bakugous birthday #happy birthday you feral rat #female reader

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shuttershocky · 4 years

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How would Edelgard get along with other Servants if she was summoned?

Well, I hope!Anyway now you’ve opened the floodgates and I’m thinking of an Edelgard Von Hresvelg servant.

She’s an Avenger, summoned in her post time-skip form. Due to servant bodies being altered by legends, she is also actually in her Hegemony form (thus in her Azure Moon state), which partially manifests through her voice or face when her control slips. Marked by bold and italicized parts in her voice lines transcript.

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Summoning: Servant, Avenger. I am Edelgard Von Hresvelg, heir apparent of the Adrestian Empire. I will follow you, but I bow to no one. E-Eh? Another world? What have I gotten myself into…

Level Up: I must get stronger.

Battle Start: Witness my power!

Skill 1: I’ll cut you down until you have no blood left to bleed!

Skill 2: Steel yourselves, or I’ll do it for you.

Attack Selected: I’ll cut my own path through.

Attack Selected 2: Is that all?

Attack Selected 3: Let me axe you a question! No? No, nevermind.

Noble Phantasm Selected: You can’t stop me!

Last One Standing: Come at me. All that matters is when death takes place, and I have no intention of dying today.

Defeated: No! Not… yet…

Battle Finish: Victory for the Empire! Oh, right. Erm, for Chaldea? F-For Chaldea!

Dialogue 1 - I wonder how similar my crests are to the magic crests of your world, Master?

Dialogue 2 - I must admit it is rather humbling to be fighting alongside such powerful warriors. Why, with just one or two of them, I could have…

Dialogue 3 - What? Do I think about romance? I mean, i’m still human. Even I think about those things sometimes. I just never had the time for entertaining them with more than just daydreams. It’s a shame now that I actually have all the free time in the world, they’re not here… Huh? No! I didn’t say anything!

Dialogue (Post Lostbelt Prologue) - I understand wishing to find a peaceful answer, Master, but it is clear our enemies are the kind that can only understand force. The next time we encounter them, you know what you must do. If your heart cannot do it, then you only need to give me the order. I will crush them under my heel.

Dialogue (Nero) - O-Oh. I never could have imagined a fellow emperor being so boisterous. It’s strange. No, no! I didn’t say it bothered me!

Dialogue (Sigurd/Siegfried/George/Any dragonslayer) - Do you mind if I ask for tips?

Dialogue (Artoria Pendragon) - So she saw her ideals through to the end and died alone on a hill of bodies. I suppose that is the sort of fate that awaits the wartime souls.

Dialogue (Agravain) - You know, you remind me a lot of my minister. I think you would have gotten along rather well with Hubert.

Dialogue (Sakura Matou/Angra Mainyu) - It truly is the same wherever you go. Always obscene cruelty. Always a frightened child.

Dialogue (Oui and Hokusai) - I like to paint as well! But I’m not as good as you two! I’m just a hobbyist. Please, pay me no mind, my apologies for interrupting.

Dialogue (Emiya Archer) - I apologize for not being able to do more in the kitchen. My cooking skills are a bit… underdeveloped. I will put the effort into learning how to assist you, I promise.

Profile

Bond Lvl 1: What’s that? I don’t look like an Avenger? Hah! Yes, I guess you’re right. I would fit a Ruler class more, don’t you think? Although I suppose I don’t have my empire anymore…

Bond Lvl 2: If I am to be honest, Master, Chaldea pains me. Despite all the battles we fight, it is calm here. Peaceful, even. For this temporary existence, I am Emperor only in name. I am free. It reminds me of an earlier time, one I cast aside for what I needed to do. What a pity that I should find this life again without those I treasured it with.

Bond Lvl 3: I don’t understand, Master. How do you see all this evil and injustice among your enemies and still, still give them every chance? I can comprehend showing mercy to troops who are following orders, or negotiating with someone whose ideals don’t run counter to your own, but how can you look at the perpetrators of oppression and give them any chance at all to surrender? You can’t give them that chance! You cannot show them mercy when you know they will give you none. You have no saviors but yourself. No one will come for you when you’re bound in chains. You have to act first, Professor, before they- I…I… I’m sorry, Master. I was out of line. Please forget I said anything.

Bond Lvl 4: Yes, it is true. I plunged my home into war. The entire continent suffered my wrath for five years in my bid to unify Fodlan. I threw away the life I wanted and the people I loved for the sake of my dream, a Fodlan safe from Seiros’ tyranny, and I would do it again if I had to. I understand I will forever be remembered as a monster. So be it. I truly believe I did what I had to so humanity could be free. It was always for them. Always…

Bond Lvl 5: Master, I know I haven’t always been the best servant, or even an obedient one, and yet you welcomed me warmly. Gave me a home. Let me live freely for the first time since my school days. You deserve to be spoken to with honesty. You deserve to see what you truly summoned.

I was dying, Master. I had but a few years left when I declared war on the Church of Seiros. These crests - the source of my strength, the only reason I am even here - they were killing me, just as they killed my family.

Every night as I slept in my bed, my dreams would bring me back to that desolate place. As my body was torn open over and over again, I thought about the world that did this to me. The world that valued crests over human lives, the world that was deaf to the cries of its children, the world that had humanity bent to the whims of snakes and dragons. I vowed that would not be the world I would leave behind when it was all finally over.

I would think about the world, and I would feel venom in my veins. It pushed me to do what I couldn’t. Strengthened my resolve. I could even work with my family’s murderers if it meant furthering my own goal.

Yes, I set out to conquer, to raze the Church of Seiros to the ground and cast it out of living memory. When I was done with the Church, I would have driven the Agarthans from their hole, and slaughtered them on the surface they so craved, killed by the monster of their own making.

Then, and only then, when my enemies lay dead at my feet, when I stood at the apex of the Goddess’ creation, I could go to that little girl shackled to the corner of a dungeon wall. She would be counting the scars on her arms and legs, tracing the faded bloodstains on the stone floor, all to forget that the last of her brothers was carried out in a sack. Then, and only then, I could go to her. Embrace her. Tell her it would be alright.

There would be someone out there to avenge her.

#Anonymous #Edelgard #FGO

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afternoonteawithme · 4 years

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As Levi started up the path towards the creaky old two-story home that held Eren’s daycare, he was glad to see the kid didn’t seem to be showing any signs of distress. Sitting on the porch swing beside his favorite teacher, he looked animated as ever, with his mittened hands waving through the air while he chattered away at Petra.

When her patiently amused gaze shifted up to meet Levi’s, Eren’s head whipped around.

“Levi!” Eren’s face lit up. Scooting forward, he slid off the bench and started running.

The brat hadn’t bothered to put his shoes on again.

With the ease of long experience, Levi moved quickly to catch the kid before he threw himself off the porch.

Lifting Eren up onto his hip, Levi glanced up at Petra as she stood on the top step, her arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

“Are we all set?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mikasa called and let us know you’d be the one coming for him.” As Eren’s adoptive sister’s biological cousin, Levi wasn’t legally related to him, so even though everyone at the daycare knew their situation they all had to observe the formalities.

“Good.” He looked down at the kid. “You ready?”

Eren threw his hands up in the air as he beamed up at Levi. “Let’s go!”

Levi raised a brow. “Uh-huh. What about your boots?”

Eren’s mouth formed an ‘o’ of surprise as he stuck out a foot and stared at his bright blue sock.

“Oops.” He looked back up, and as the surprise slid away, the look that replaced it told Levi exactly what he was planning on saying next. “Shi-“

Levi’s finger under his chin cut him off.

The brat grinned up at him. “Shoot!”

“Right.” Shaking his head, Levi leaned forward to set Eren back down on the porch. “Go put on your boots.”

“Okay.” The kid scampered back inside, and Levi looked up at Petra.

She had a hand over her mouth, but he could still see the smile on her face.

“He’d better not be doing that all the time.”

She shook her head. “No. Only when you’re around.” She laughed. “But I think he might have overheard Zoe today when they dropped a jar of paint. I saw him mouthing something to himself afterwards, so I’m pretty sure he was memorizing some new words to try out.”

“Great.” Levi huffed out a breath. “I’ll avoid taking him anyplace with too many people for a while.”

“Sorry.”

Levi shook his head. “He’ll forget it all soon enough.” In any case, both he and Mikasa slipped enough that he was surprised the kid didn’t swear more. “And thank you for keeping him so late this afternoon, Mikasa told me you were supposed to shut early today.”

“It’s okay. He’s a fun kid.”

“He is that.”

“Um, by the way. About tonight.” Petra tightened her arms around herself. “I guess you won’t be able to make it, after all?”

Levi blinked. “Why not? I told Mikasa I’d already promised to do something this evening so I could only look after him for a little while. You said you needed help at your new place, right?”

Her eyes searched his face for a moment, before shifting to the side. “Well actually, I have a thing tonight. So I can’t.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah. A thing. With my parents. Christmas Eve and all.” She laughed, though it sounded a little odd. “I’d forgotten all about it.”

“I thought your parents were driving back into town tomorrow afternoon?”

Her eyes flashed back to his, and she looked surprised, for some reason. She huffed out a laugh. This one didn’t sound quite so forced. “I got it mixed up.”

She sighed, and glanced back at the still closed front door before moving down to the bottom step, only a foot away from Levi. “Eren was acting a little strange this morning, so I called his house to find out if he’d had one of his fevers, and Mr. Yeager-” She cut herself off as Eren came stomping back out with boots on.

“Ready!”

“Got everything?” Levi leaned down to pick him up and settle him back on his hip.

“Yep.”

Levi looked up at Petra. She’d backed up a step and was shifting uncomfortably. “Mr. Yeager sounded…unwell.” Glancing down at Eren, she bit her lip. “And a little upset. So when he didn’t show to pick up Eren when he was supposed to I… and Mikasa told me she’s on the long shift today. I just was thinking it’d be better if Eren had another place to stay tonight.”

“Got it.” Levi felt the small arms tighten around his neck, and a wave of familiar anger ran through his gut. Petra was saying – as delicately as possible – that the bastard had sounded drunk, and violent with it. She had no way of knowing that Eren was well aware of all the euphemisms for his father’s particular illness. “Then it’s lucky your parents are in town this evening, after all. Let me know If you still need help with the heavy lifting. Or I can come over one afternoon and get it done while you’re at work, if that’s easier.”

“Sure, Levi.” She smiled softly, even as she retreated backwards, up another stair. “See you around.”

“You idiot. That had nothing to do with ‘heavy lifting’. She’s been trying to seduce you.”

“That’s impossible, Mikasa.” Levi glanced in the rearview mirror. Eren was staring out the window, his lips moving and his feet bopping along to whatever music was coming out of the headphones Levi had jammed over his head before they’d set out. “She just needed help moving some stuff, that’s all.”

Mikasa snorted, the sound clear and disdainful as it poured out of Levi’s phone on the dash of his car. “It’s Christmas Eve, moron. She pretended her parents were out of town. She moved into her new place months ago and now all of a sudden she has all these still packed boxes she needs help moving? Petra? I don’t think so.”

“It’s not like that. She said she just needed some help with the last few boxes, and then she wanted someone to test the dinner she was making for her parents for tomorrow, since she’d never made it before.”

“Yeah, and then she’d probably pull out a bottle of wine and be all like ‘Oh you’ve helped me so much, let me treat you to a glass as a thank you.’” Mikasa’s voice lilted in a bad imitation of Petra. “And then she’d say ‘why don’t we just finish this bottle?’, and then she’d strip herself naked and drag you off to bed for a fun night of Christmas sex.”

Levi shot a glance back at Eren, relieved to find him still staring out the window. The distraction wouldn’t last, he knew, but at least he wouldn’t have to explain that particular word just yet. “Petra isn’t interested in me like that.”

“Uh-huh. This is the woman who ‘tripped’ over nothing and landed in your lap at last month’s reading night at the library?”

“That was an accident.”

“Right. And that time you went over to fix her leaky pipe that turned out to be nothing, did she or did she not call you into her bedroom to help her zip up her dress, said dress being almost completely nonexistent and her wearing nothing but skimpy undies underneath?”

“It wasn’t underwear, it was some sort of lace slip thing. And the zipper really was stuck.” Levi ignored the sound Mikasa made as he continued, “I think I’d know if she was trying for me.”

“Yeah, sure. For a smart guy you’re a real idiot when it comes to shi- to stuff like that.”

“You’re not exactly great at reading signals, either.”

“And that’s just one of the many reasons both of us are single on Christmas Eve.” Mikasa sighed, and Levi heard a burst of noise in the background. She’d be in the nurse’s breakroom, he knew, taking what escape she could from the madness that was a hospital during the holidays. “The poor girl has been trying to get in your pants for forever, and you just keep blowing her off. She’ll start taking it personally soon.”

Levi thought of the look on Petra’s face, just before he’d walked away. He shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. “Maybe.”

“Still, she’s a good person. Giving up her hot date so you can be with Eren. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.” Mikasa paused, sighed again. “It’s flu season, so not only are all the wards full, but we’re shorthanded too.”

“Its fine. I don’t have any shifts for a couple days, and no classes until after New Years.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Will your dad cause trouble if we keep Eren away from home for a bit?”

“Not my dad. Grisha.” Mikasa corrected absently, as she always did. She was quiet for a long moment, and Levi heard the noise amp up as a door opened in the background again. “Is the nosy one occupied?”

“Now you ask? If he starts asking me what Christmas sex is, I’m telling him to ask you.” But Levi glanced in rearview mirror to double check. “Yeah, for now.”

“I went by the house, when Dad didn’t pick up Eren, just to make sure he hadn’t keeled over. No such luck, but he’d trashed the tree, ripped all the decorations off the walls all over the house. Took the cupcakes some nice neighbor dropped off and smashed them on the kitchen floor. I asked him what I was supposed to tell Eren. He said he didn’t give a fuc- a fudge, it’s his house, his tree, his kid, he pays the dam- darned bills. Blah blah blah.”

As always, she didn’t seem to notice she’d called her adoptive father ‘Dad’. And, as always, Levi didn’t mention it. “Being his usual wonderful drunk self, then.”

“Yeah. I told him to go fudge himself, and that Eren was staying at a friend’s house for a few days. Didn’t mention you by name, of course, since he hates your guts.”

“Break someone’s nose once and they never let it go. Did he trash Eren’s presents too?”

“No, I kept those hidden in the trunk of my car, since the nosy one gets more nosy by the day. I’ll bring them over after my shift finishes. Supposed to be nine, so way things are going I figure I’ll see you maybe by eleven.”

“Ok. Tomorrow it is, then.”

“Hah-hah. Man, I hope not.”

Even as Levi hung up, he saw something bright and orange out of the corner of his eye. Almost as soon as he realized what it was he was pulling the car into a tight u-turn and parking at the side of the road. He opened the back door to find Eren scowling up at him, the headphones in his hands.

“Why’d we stop?” He stretched in the carseat, looking around the outside of the car warily. “This isn’t your house.”

“It’s a surprise.” Levi eyed Eren’s bare feet. He’d managed to pull his shoes off again, and this time his socks had disappeared too. “But you have to wear your boots to find out.”

Eren puffed out his cheeks, eying Levi suspiciously. “Do I really have to?”

Levi nodded. “But if you don’t want to know what the surprise is, you can just stay like this and we’ll go home.” He moved back, as if to close the door again.

Eren let out a long-suffering sigh. “It better be a good surprise.”

“Promise.”

Socks, boots, coat, scarf, hat, and favorite backpack finally back on, they walked hand in hand down the street and into a small Christmas tree lot, surrounded by orange plastic fencing laced through with strings of lights, glowing dimly in the winter sunlight.

Eren glanced around the almost empty enclosure, clearly not understanding why they were there.

Levi squeezed his hand. “Okay, Eren. Let’s pick one.”

“Pick one?”

“Right. Pick a tree. This will be our tree. Yours, Mikasa’s, and mine.”

Eren’s tiny hand squeezed Levi’s fingers as he stared up at him, his wide eyes fastening onto Levi’s face. “Ours?”

“Yeah.”

“Only ours?”

“Right. We’ll put it up and decorate it so Mikasa can see when she comes over.”

Eren hesitated, and moved in a little closer to Levi’s leg before asking, in a much quieter, softer voice, “Is Dad coming over, too?”

The look on his face almost broke Levi’s heart. “Not this time, kid. It’ll just be the three of us.”

“Alright.” Eren nodded slowly, and then smiled up at Levi. “Then we have to pick out the very, very best tree, okay?”

“It’s a deal.”

One huge tree and one relatively inexpensive trip to the store later – it was already Christmas Eve, after all, and almost everything tree related was on sale – they finally had the thing up in Levi’s apartment. It was so big that the top branches bent over against the ceiling.

Dancing with excitement, Eren darted around the tree, directing Levi as they hung the baubles they’d picked up.

“Here?”

“No, higher!”

“Are you sure? We have a lot of empty space in the middle now.”

“It needs to go high up.”

“Okay then.” Since Eren could only reach about halfway up, and since he’d insisted Levi hang all his decorations near the top, there was a good two feet almost entirely empty of decorations in the middle.

But hey, at least the kid was happy.

“When will Mikasa be here?” Eren asked, for possibly the millionth time.

“Your sister is coming late tonight, after you go to bed. You’ll see her in the morning.”

“But what time after I go to bed?”

“What does it matter? You’ll be asleep.”

Eren stopped dancing around long enough to scowl up at Levi. “Just answer the question, will you?”

Levi felt his lip twitch, and quickly turned his face away so Eren wouldn’t see his smile. It was always best not to encourage the brat. “She said work might keep her late, so she wasn’t sure.”

“She’ll be here before midnight, right?”

“She’ll try.”

“Okay.” Eren nodded to himself, evidently satisfied, and stood on tiptoe to hang a sparkly bauble on the lower half of the tree.

Long after Eren had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tree, Levi poured boiling water into two mugs as Mikasa hitched herself up onto the counter beside him.

He shot her a look. “That’s for food. You’re not food. Get off.”

“Don’t be so fussy. You’ll hose it down before you cook anything on it, anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean I want your ass on there in the meantime.” But the shadows under Mikasa’s eyes were deep enough that Levi let it go, mostly. He pulled out a bottle of bleach wipes and pointedly set it next to her hip. “Wipe it off when you get down. Thoroughly.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re such a clean freak.”

“And you’re such a heathen.” Levi lifted the tea bag from her cup, strained it.

“And proud of it.” Mikasa rested her head back against the cabinet behind her and smiled ruefully at Levi. “Who would believe we’re actually related?”

“It’s a mystery.” Handing Mikasa one of the mugs, Levi took his own, leaning back against the oven as he studied her. She really did look tired. And there was something else in her eyes. Something sad.

It made him want to break something.

He’d tracked her down mainly out of curiosity, but it had taken less than an hour of her prickly company for him to realize he actually liked her. It hadn’t taken him much longer than that to realize she wasn’t happy. Over the years she’d become his family, and since he’d do anything for his family, he’d rearranged his life to try and make hers a little better.

And then her baby brother had wrapped his sticky little fingers around Levi’s heart, and the family had grown by one more.

“It must have been a bad scene, when you went back home today.”

“No worse than usual. I just thought- Dad hadn’t been this drunk in a while. I was starting to think maybe something had changed.”

“It won’t be that simple.”

“I know it.” She stared down at the steam rising out of her cup. “I just- I had to leave for work early this morning. Mr. Arlert called me and said Eren was waiting outside the house, by the street, when he came by with Armin to pick him up for the daycare carpool. He wondered why we’d let him outside on his own. He said Eren was a little quiet, nothing too alarming, but just- quiet.”

She lifted her gaze back up to meet Levi’s, and he saw there was guilt mixed in, too. “I think Dad must have done at least some of the house trashing while Eren was home. And from the garbage he spewed out when I was there, he maybe said something to him too.” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just not sure we’re doing the right thing.”

“This isn’t forever. When we have the resources saved up, you’ll file for custody.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Eren’ll be okay for now. He’s got us.”

“He does. He always will” Her chin jutted up, and Levi was relieved to see heat start to replace the complicated mix of emotions in her eyes.

“See? It��s just a matter of time.”

She blinked, and then cocked her head at him. “You’re pretty smart for such a stupid guy, aren’t you?”

Levi paused, mug halfway to his lips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You and Petra, huh?”

“There is no me and Petra.”

She lifted the cup he’d handed her, took her first delicate sip. “She wants there to be.”

“So you say.”

“Come on, Levi, I was mostly kidding about the stupid. Even if you are signal-blind, you have to have figured it out, now that I said something, right?”

Scowling down into his tea, Levi shrugged. “Maybe. So what? It wouldn’t work, anyway.”

“Not with that attitude it won’t.”

“I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

“Why?”

“It’d just get complicated. There’s too much going on.”

Mikasa studied Levi for a long minute, and then shifted her eyes away as she took another sip from her cup. “Bet you wish you’d never tracked me down now, huh?”

Levi stretched a leg out, kicked at Mikasa’s foot. “Knock it off, Mikasa. I don’t regret finding you, or Eren, and I never will.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “That’s so sappy. I think I’m gonna vomit.”

“Not in here you won’t.”

She laughed, and he knew she’d gotten over the worst of the sadness. “We’ll keep him here as long as possible. Dad’ll sober up, remember he’s supposed to be a father. I’ll have to bring him home.”

“And then when your dad gets drunk again we’ll-”

“Not my dad.” She interrupted him.

“Sorry. Grisha. When he gets drunk again we’ll-”

“Which hopefully won’t be for a while.”

“When it does,” Levi continued on, “We’ll step in. Bring him back here for a while.” He considered for a long second, remembering that afternoon. “I think by next year I’ll have to find an apartment with taller ceilings for the tree he’ll insist on. I had a hard time talking him into this one.”

Mikasa grinned at him. “He’s a great kid.”

“Levi?” Eren’s voice made them both turn towards the door of the kitchen. Scrubbing at his eyes, hair stuck up all over his head, Eren wandered in. His eyes landed on his sister and he brightened. “Mikasa!”

“Hey kid.” She slid off the counter and moved to scrub at his hair, turning it into even more of a mess.

He ducked away, grabbing her hand and tugging urgently at it until she crouched in front of him. He side-eyed Levi as he whispered loudly into her ear, “Did you bring it?”

“Bring what?”

“The thing. You know.”

Clearly playing with him, she tapped a finger on her lips and looked up at the ceiling. “What thing would that be?”

“Mikasa.”

She grinned at him. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I am, but, Mikasa.” He was almost dancing in place from impatience.

She kissed his cheek with a loud smooch, making him giggle, then turned him to face the living room. “It’s in my purse, by the door. Don’t look in the other bag, oh nosy one.”

With another giggle, Eren ran out of the room.

Mikasa shot Levi a look as she stood. “I bet you’re gonna cry.”

“I am not.”

She picked her tea back up, took a slow sip. “Bet.”

Eren dashed back in and handed Levi a brown envelope.

Slowly, Levi ripped it open. There was a sheet of paper inside, folded in half. When he opened it, he found a hand drawn message, written in messy crayon over neat pencil lines.

To Levi. Happy Birthday. I like you a lot. Thanks for being my family. Eren

Levi ran the pad of his finger over the waxy crayon, and felt something burning the back of his eyes.

“Mikasa helped me write it, but I picked the words.” Bouncing on his toes, Eren watched Levi’s face. “I had to wake up tonight because I had to tell you happy birthday as soon as I could, and give you your card.”

“Thanks kid.” Levi folded the paper delicately, treating it like the treasure it was. “It’s the best birthday card, ever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” When Levi crouched down and wrapped Eren in a hug, he looked up at Mikasa.

And wasn’t even mad when she mouthed ‘told you so’ at him.

#snk #papa levi #baby eren #platonic ereri #my fanfiction #ereri #elliemoran #kinda my holiday/levi's bday present to everyone #i can't quite believe i managed to get this done by the day i said i'd get it done #ie christmas eve #although i guess i originally planned to post it last weekend #still counts though

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bluespiderlilies · 5 years

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Reincarnation | Hashibira Inosuke

chapter: one / “boar boy.”

chapter: two / “check.”

chapter: three / “in the shadows.”

chaper: four / “endure.”

chapter: five / “in the clouds.”

chapter: six / “senses.”

❝aut viam inveniam aut facium.❞

— I will either find a way, or I make one / latin phrase.

The doctor thumbed over your stitched wound, hazel eyes pensive as she looked over the almost healed injury before a look of satisfaction washed upon her face.

“You’re healing well, (Name). You’re good to go. Inosuke as well.”

You smiled in appreciation at the doctor, bowing your head politely. “Thank you, Doctor.”

She grinned, patting your head in an affectionate manner as she got up. “It’s my job! No need to thank me. However, it is appreciated.”

The doctor, Kimoto Botan, bowed politely to Akio’s parents before leaving the house with a good bye.

“I guess Inosuke and I should get going now, since we’re all healed and well.” You spoke up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you got up from your sitting position.

“I suppose you’re right. After all, you need to go on your missions.” Akio’s mother, whose name you learned to be Haruna, agreed.

“Thank you for understanding. I’ll go get ready now.” You said, bowing your head before going to your room. You slid open the door before closing it, plopping yourself onto your futon.

You enjoyed the small break. It was really refreshing, not having to train or fight or do much. Though yes, you were in pain most of the time, it still counted as a break…right?

But, of course, you couldn’t have such fantasies. While small breaks were appreciated, you needed to work hard. You needed to get rid of those demons that infested the world.

Demons that destroyed everything.

Families.

Friends.

Loved ones.

People.

Human beings.

You frowned at the thought, slipping off the jinbei that the house provided you before putting on the Demon Slayer Corps uniform that was issued to you just a couple weeks ago.

Man, time really passed by quickly, huh?

You slipped on your haori before strapping the sheath of your sword to your hip. You looked over at your quiver that was laying on the ground beside your futon.

You approached it, fingers gliding over the new strap. You didn’t know how to fix the straps, and nobody in the village sold such things—however, Akio’s father, Hisao, knew how to fix it.

The material he used was called leather. He said that it was a very strong material made from animal hide imported from overseas.

You liked it.

You placed your newly made arrows inside of the quiver before strapping it across your back, the tips feathery white fletching of the hamaya, or arrow, touching your shoulder.

You proceeded to do the same thing with your bow, matching sure it was properly positioned before taking your thigh bag and placing them around your, well, thighs.

You placed the rest of your supplies in your large pouch, placing it on the other side of your hip before picking up your jika-tabi and exiting your room.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of Inosuke sitting down on the porch, who was looking at the garden in an absent-minded manner. You sat beside him, gently placing your shoes beside you.

You silently put on the footwear, the occasional click of the metal tabs being heard. When you finished, a sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

“Inosuke?” You spoke up, bringing your knees close to your chest and hugging them, resting the side of your head on your knees as you faced the male.

He merely grunted in response.

“I don’t think I got to tell you that I appreciate what you did for me. I’m talking about when you carried me here when I was unconscious. You were injured yourself, but you carried me here anyways and I never got the opportunity to thank you. So, thank you, Inosuke.”

You smiled to yourself. You’ve been wanting to tell him that the entire stay here, but never had the chance to—you either got distracted, or busy with other things (like internally complain about your pain).

It was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Your attention focused into Inosuke, who was merely looking at you. But, you noticed the sparkle in his eyes—even through the boar mask. It made you want to chuckle.

Steam came out of the nostrils as he crossed his arms proudly. “Of course! God Inosuke never leaves his followers behind!”

Follower? You internally snorted. You, of course, were nothing of the sort—he was your partner, and you were his. Equals.

But, you knew his personality and his over the top ego, so you let it go. Besides, you knew your own worth (even though you constantly drowned yourself in self-hate. Haha. Yeah).

Your thoughts, however, halted at the familiar noise of Kemuri’s, your crow, cawing.

“Mission in the east! Mission in the east!” She cawed, perching herself on your knee. “An abandoned farm in the east! Every demon slayer sent disappears!”

“Then why don’t they send a Pillar?” You asked, brow raised. “We’re the lowest rank—Mizunoto.”

Her small, obsidian eyes merely stared at you as she cocked her head. It was as if she was trying to tell you “how the fuck should I know, you idiot.”

Yeah. She was definitely thinking that.

A sigh escaped your lips, stretching out your legs as Kemuri flew beside you on the porch.

“I guess we should get going, Inosuke,” You informed him, getting up from your spot beside him. “We might be able to get there around the evening if we set out now.”

“Oh! You guys are going already?” Akio chimed in, popping his head out from the sliding door.

You blinked in surprise, not at all expecting him—but, it is his house; he lived here. You were just a guest.

You hummed in response before walking past him as he slid the door open. He followed after you, matching your pace, heading towards the exit of the house.

Inosuke was already there, however—much to your confusion. Did he…teleport himself, or something? How strange.

“Thank you for letting us stay here, everyone. I appreciate it very much.” You thanked, bowing deeply and sincerely.

Suddenly, a pair of arms engulfed your form, hugging you tightly but gently. You felt your cheeks warm up at the sudden display of affection, gingerly hugging Akio back, patting his back a couple times in an awkward manner.

He broke the hug, lime green eyes shimmering and a big smiled adorning his pink lips. “Stay safe, okay? And write to me too!”

You nodded shyly, cheeks flushed. What the heck? Is this what getting affection from other people than your family felt like?

It felt…good. Refreshing, even.

“Hurry up!” Inosuke yelled, harshly ripping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, muscular arms crossed over his bare chest—and you could tell that he had a terrible frown from under his boar mask.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” You assured him, an exasperated smile washing over your features. You waved once last goodbye before exiting their front yard, closing the gate behind you.

As you walked out of the village with Inosuke by your side, many of the villagers thanked you and praised you both for getting rid of the demons that have haunted them for so long.

It boosted Inosuke’s ego big time.

You could feel the of giddiness and pride roll off of him in waves, which you found…cute? Endearing, even.

You didn’t know why. But you liked to see the people you care about happy and healthy—it gave you a deep satisfaction. And if you were the cause of such a thing?

It brought you great joy.

Being the source of someone’s happiness was something you often longed for—something you strived for often. While it isn’t always the main priority, it is definitely up there.

The reason? You weren’t so sure…but you had a feeling that it was because you really weren’t someone for others to be happy from in the old days.

You were someone who brought dread and despair.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“H-huh?” You blinked owlishly, looking over at Inosuke. You didn’t realize that you had stopped in your tracks, as you were too lost in thought.

Like always.

“Sorry, Inosuke,” You apologized. “I was…lost in the clouds, I guess?”

“Hah?” He grunted. “What does that mean? You’re right in front of me.”

You stared at him. Was he serious? Did he not know what that meant? Was…was he really that oblivious?

“It’s, it’s a saying,” You stuttered out, not really used to explaining such things. “It means a person is not really paying attention to what’s happening around them and are too consumed in their thoughts. Overthinking.”

“Then stop thinking.” He stated, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s too much effort.”

“You—you can’t just stop thinking, Inosuke.” You told him, frowning.

“Yeah, you can. I do it all the time.” He answered, puffing out his chest proudly.

That’s…that’s not something to be proud of, Inosuke.

You laughed lightly, covering your mouth out of habit as you shook your head at him.

He really was cute sometimes.

“Hah?! Why’re you laughing?!” Inosuke shouted, both flustered and angered by your laughter. Cheeks hot, he clenched his fists—just what was so damn funny?!

You waved your hand in dismissal, giggling quietly. “Nothing, nothing.”

∞

“I guess we’ve arrived.” You announced, abruptly stopping to take a good look at the farm.

The once flourishing and healthy rice fields were long gone, leaving behind dried, hard, and cracked land with little to no plants—dead or not able to grow. Not too far was the now abandoned farmhouse, which looked like it could barely stand on its own now, due to its age and the weather.

The wood on the farmhouse was dark and moldy, paint beginning to peel off slowly. Steep-sloped, thatched rooftop of the farmhouse was beginning to wear down, only a thin layer was left on the roof—and it even had some holes from the top, which you could easily climb up and enter from above.

It was the evening now, with the sun just about to dip into the horizon—leaving behind a beautifully painted canvas of shades of orange and yellow, along with blushing clouds and the crescent moon about to make her appearance.

“Why did you stop? Are you scared?” Inosuke taunted, cackling right after.

“No, not really. A bit worried, though,” You shrugged, biting your lower lip. “I just don’t think that this is a mission for us. We’re the lowest rank. I think we should leave it to the Pillars.”

“Hah?! What are you talking about?! If I defeat this demon, then I can take on anyone! Even the pillars!” Inosuke shouted, steam coming out of the nostrils of the mask.

You pursed your lips. You highly doubted that; your abilities were sub par at most in comparison to a Pillar. Who knows—you’d probably die defeating this demon.

Haha. Shit.

“Let’s enter through one of the holes in the roof and investigate. Who knows if the demon escaped somehow.” You said, pointing towards the roof of the farmhouse.

You climbed on top of the farmhouse (with the help of Inosuke—it was quite unstable). Much to your dismay, with each step you took, the wood weighed down and would creak loudly—if there were any demons in there, they would’ve been alerted about your presence long time ago.

You jumped down from the hole in the roof after Inosuke, cringing loudly at the creak of the wood beneath your feet. With any more force, it would’ve broke, causing you to be stuck.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen.

“Inosuke, can you sense anything?” You whispered, eyes scanning your surroundings. Judging by what was left of the room and the hearth in the middle, you were probably in the irori.

Inosuke grunted in response, walking and looking around as he was trying to sense any sort of vibrations in the air that belong to a demon.

You shifted your attention the ground, crouching and tapping the wooden floorboards to see if there was some sort of entrance way beneath the farmhouse, or just something hidden. What caught your attention, however, was dried up blood splatters near the hearth.

You swiped your finger on the blood-soaked wood, some of the red substance sticking to your index and thumb.

The blood was…still a bit fresh. It hadn’t completely dried off.

Quickly, you got up, about to open your mouth to call for Inosuke when you suddenly felt the wind getting knocked out of you, crashing into the wall.

“I-Inosuke…!” You wheeze out, coughing harshly. But, in no less than a second, he was slammed into the wall beside you.

You heard chuckles echo throughout the room, wood creaking loudly and the hissing of snakes—before you knew it, the demon revealed itself, grinning widely.

The demon was large—having a human-like body which gets cut off from the torso, the rest of his body akin to a snake’s. The scales were thick and black, and the tip of his tale had some sort of cluster of scales as well, creating a rattle-like sound.

The face of the demon was thin, with a wide jaw and protruding cheekbones. It’s fangs were poking out of its mouth, pricking his thin, snow white lips. It’s eyes were big and beady, with sapphire blue eyes and thin, diamond shaped pupils.

The snake demon snickered, snake-like creatures pushing out from its stomach, collective hissing echoing throughout the room.

You gagged, covering your mouth and trying to keep in the bile that was throwing coming up your throat.

“Ew! What the hell are you doing?! That’s nasty!” Inosuke shouted, disgust evident on his features even through the mask.

The snake merely cackled loudly in response, his beady eyes looking over you and Inosuke hungrily.

“How foolish. You came here knowing that many people before you who came with the same intentions have been eaten by me,” He hissed, forked tongue coming out of his mouth. “I have killed over twenty of your so called Demon Slayers and I have grown stronger each time.”

The snake demon lifted his tail before slamming it onto the wood, breaking it completely—you covered your face with your arm to avoid the chips of wood flying out.

Below, you could see piles and piles of human bones, all stacked messily on each other.

Your eyes widened in shock, shakily taking off your hands from your mouth. Your entire body was trembling out of anger and disgust, hands curling into tight fists.

How despicable.

But, then again, these are demons you’re talking about.

It is their typical behavior.

Inosuke growled, unsheathing both of his katana and prepared to attack the snake demon—however, you grabbed his forearm, holding him back.

“What the hell are you—?!” He shouted, snatching his forearm from your grip.

“Inosuke, he’s trying to provoke us. If he attack him with our emotions blinding us, we will die.” You reasoned, talking to him in a hushed manner.

Inosuke faltered. However, his grip on his katana tightened.

“Then what do we do, huh?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I have a plan. I distract him enough so you will be able to slice his neck from behind. I’ll try to lead him outside—maybe you will be able to climb onto the roof and jump off from there to get his neck.” You explained quickly, occasionally glancing over at the demon.

“Fine,” he grunted. “We’ll go with your plan.”

A small smile graced your lips.

“Just count on me.”

#inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira x reader #inosuke #inosuke x reader #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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asheewrites · 4 years

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Doctor Visiting - Paris - pt 4

The angel sat there and flipped between the pages of the menu, tapping her finger, or smiling at the words in front of her.

She was distracted enough to let Asmodeus think. These ‘terms and conditions’ for him did not truly limit him. He could do as he pleased and Raphael would… simply refuse him if he ‘got somewhere’.

… but playfulness and teasing was… actively encouraged and possibly engaged with.

Easy to work with. Especially since ‘getting somewhere’ would be defined by him.

Hah.

A rather lenient ‘code of conduct’. By comparison of past ones – if he got one.

“It’s an impressive menu, sir. It’s a hard choice. Any recommendations?” She smiled sweetly. And spoke French. Seamlessly.

The waiter was pleased. Strings of French explanation falling from his tongue. Different glacing techniques, which salad was in season and how it complimented the truffles, differently ripened oils for dressing. The wild Salmon has a direct route from the ocean to their restaurant, their preparation will remove all fishbones, no need to break any eye contact.

“Very nice, I’d be happy to try it a-“ here she send a glance to Asmodeus, stuck with that for a second, then continued towards the waiter: “- all, but I think meat was an option?”

It did not curb his enthusiasm when he switched tracks and offered her the ‘Foie gras’, ‘Couilles de mouton’ and ‘Ris de veau’, along with stomach and feet and tongue of various animals as well as snails, including the different kinds of preparation.

After two minutes of talk she chewed on her lip and started asking about sauces and preparation techniques. As she asked for the roasting temperature, Asmodeus laughed: “I’d be delighted to eat your second choice, you are free to taste”

Her face lit up immediately. And the order came to: “Tapenade canapés, Jambon persillé, a cheese platter, Couilles de mouton, Le Gigot D'Agneau Pascal, a bottle of still water and… a white wine?”

She looked over to him and he chuckled and agreed: “Sure, we’ll be satisfied with your choice of vintage and origin, thank you”

“Thank you very much. If available, I’d love to peruse the dessert menu. Err... later”

The waiter scribbled and nodded and smiled and informed them their salads would arrive soon and… disappeared.

Raphael sat there. And closed the menu: “Thank you! I mean… I suppose you tried all this already and you know what tasted good, so… thank you for letting me try out something that you might not like and-oh” her face fell. “… I… should have asked”

“Raphael, it’s fine. I offered. But… you didn’t order any fish, is there-” The angel carefully avoided looking at him. Light topic of conversation. Right. “-well, thank you. So, the meat… do you… know what you ordered?”

She perked up: “Oh. Is that about the lamb? I think even Christi-“

“Testicles. You ordered testicles, Raphael.”

Excitedly the angel, nods and reports: “Yes! It’s very rare to have them on the menu. Even though it should be very interesting, since the texture should be different, especially if they ‘sauté’ – whatever that is – them in slices and marinate t before, because muscles are fascinating to work with. I wonder f the semen got drained or stocked in them. The high protein would be interesting. And I do wonder how that tastes, so… yeah, I did order them.“

‘I could help you figure out the taste.‘

It took a moment fight his every instinct. Sometimes, you have to consider your audience, even with the most imperative quips. Instead, he said: “I suppose the lamb will be my course, then,” since he rarely heard someone that excited about eating testicles, so.

“Then it’s decided. I got the three starters that can be the… most weird. So… maybe you get something interesting as well? I avoided cheese, mostly, because it’s rotten milk, but… they make the strangest things taste good. But then again… they have to eat, don’t they? Merci!” Their salad and water arrived. The waiter apparently didn’t have that many customers.

“We are in France, the cheese is actually delicious. The producers of the cheese make it an experience though.” Asmodeus watched Raphael’s eyes light up. This was easy…

“Really?” She bit into a small tomato, distracted for a second (“Crunchy”), before her attention returned to him.

“Mmmhmh, you can find all manner of farms offering tours in the French countryside. You get to pet the animals, see where to cheese is stored so it ripens… you get the full experience in the department of smell… it’s worth a look. And, of course, you get to taste the cheese”

She looked like she will disappear this instance.

“Another time, I can take y-“

“Yesplease”

He had to laugh at that: “I can also give you a map with the best farms and you can go explore on your own? If you are that eager”

“Oh. No, I can’t. I’m not allowed to meet the… err… civilians without a companion. Not yet. I didn’t get the true ‘field agent’-education yet. It’s a thing. Apparently. Figured it only recently. So. Besides. It’s more fun with company,” she looks to the side, “If the company has time and feels like cheese. In this case. Of course. Or feels like anything else and wants to change the destination,” she half-shrugged.

Huh. Well. Not all demons could go to Earth either. But an archangel? Huh.

Asmodeus tilted his head: “… you’d go anywhere with me, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, definitely. I mean… as long as it isn’t against any other rule. I don’t think it will ever be boring.”

It made his eyebrows raise. The answer left an odd feeling. And he decided not to comment. Instead: “Well, I couldn’t make myself out to be boring now, could I? But… thinking about it... You never rode a rollercoaster - you… haven’t even seen Disneyland. You weren’t in the Royal Albert Hall. You never visited Tokyo in its entirety. India in settled regions were off the table, too. What… did you do up to now… you… probably poked some of the most venomous creatures on the planet in Australia And visited some of the hottest – got you there - and coldest places… cold… Iceland… you probably never saw the penis museum either,” he snickered.

“Nope!” She finished her salad with a flourish. “But I’ve heard of it and it’s terribly amusing to me. Definitely worth a visit… but… I have to admit… the hot springs are more of a draw for me… it’s in the middle of snowy fields! It must be amazing” She laughs. “And you get to roll around in the snow to dry yourself. Afterwards off to a tiny wooden hut with a fireplace, a huge fluffy carpet to lay on and be buried in a heap of blankets, cocooning until your immune system – and, lets be honest, any blood circulation and muscles, too – boot up again . And… well, yeah. Iceland. Probably very cool. With all the museums, too” She scratched the back of her head and looked sheepish.

Someone dreams… elaborately.

“Paris does have the Louvre on the menu of museums as well,” he pointed out, already expecting the sparkle in her eyes. ‘Mostly European history mirrored in art’, something from every century, she listed works she had to see there, mostly birds. Maybe she can look at the original flute and figure how they made it sound like an actual bird. She started to get off topic with symbolisms of birds and how they can safe most old paintings for her, since the meaning is almost always something positive… and she likes crows, thank you very much.

He could have interrupted her, but he had a salad to eat. And she was excited. About old art. When he inserted the fact that he had known some of the artists, she stopped dead in her tracks. And stared. And actually needled him about it. That the one he had picked to tell her about was Raphael might have something to do with it.

The little excursion ended with the ‘Sistine Madonna’ and the tiny angels on the bottom line. Which, the angel Raphael pointed out, were terribly cramped and unhealthy-looking, but he possibly only had dead birds to look at anyway.

It gave Asmodeus pause, just for a moment, looking out at the very much living pigeons outside, and said: “… you think they could get that cramped?”

“Err… no. No, of course not. It’s a simple misalignment, he… didn’t put much thought in the connection between bone structures and the wings, so… it looks wrong to me, but I suppose if you don’t see the natural shape of… pigeon wings every day, it’s not that strange. Thank you very much!” She nodded at the waiter, who took away the salad plate and replaced it by the various appetizers.

This certainly was one way to answer, but it wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He watched her sniff every piece of the selection and said: “… but you said cramped, so it didn’t look too unnatural? It could happen?” Wing injuries weren’t… something he ever wanted to pay much attention to.

She looked towards the ceiling, frowned and then shrugged: “Maybe. Depends on the structure of the wing. What kind of bird is sampled. Very unlikely. Haven’t seen it yet. And I’ve seen some… unpleasant misalignments of feathers. Recently, too.” She cut off a piece of the canapé, the taste test resulted in an excited squeal. “This is good!” She stabbed the second half of it and reached over the table towards Asmodeus: “Try! It’s GREAT”

His eyebrows rose and his eyes wandered from her excited face to the canapé. Standard, really. But he laughed. And leaned forward to pull the piece off with his teeth.

Raphael watched him chew with excitement. And… the verdict… was that it was a normal, if done well, canapé. He still said: “The goat cheese does compliment the fruit very well.”

It made her smile and she continued to sample, occasionally succumbing to the urge to feed him. Apparently that was a thing Raphael just… did. And he couldn’t help a smile.

“I… am glad you enjoy, but… recent feather misalignments?” It seemed… off.

She looked up with the fork still sticking out of her mouth, chewing slowly. After she swallowed, the answer was: “Well. Ahm… you… did show up at the clinic, recently. And apparently that… resulted in an uptick of customers from… your side - apparent approval from you and all – and… well… I am the only one treating wings. I can’t give anyone else the guilt of having caused a wing injury. So… I see an influx of field agents that didn’t dare ask anyone else for a long time, so… there is a bit of damage. So… for me it’s recent. For them? Months… years… who knows?” Again she shrugged. “It’s an offer open to anyone, if you want to spread the information? No one deserves damaged wings. But it’s… hard to actually ask, in some cases. The clinic is judgement-free, just know that the appointment is always at least a week later. And one can cancel or not show up to an appointment, no judgement there, either” She frowned and wrinkled her nose. “… this sounded like a sales pitch. But well, I mean it. Spread the word, maybe? Proper treatment needs a partner, and not anyone has that”

And then her attention returned to the cheese platter.

Ah. So… that’s how… that worked.

He nibbled at the piece of cheese held in front of his nose. A non-smelly piece. Mh.

#mercuryreddies Asmodeus #MyRaph xD #1945 words #AAAAND there's the end of the input I can use :)

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bigsisterbabysitter · 5 years

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His Girl 》 Part 2

Promt: Billy and Max are thriving in the Henderson house, but when Billy and Y/N go to a party things get a bit intense and Y/N has a few to many drinks

Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of Past abuse, SMUT

Chapter 2: New Friendships and Summer time Bliss

Billy and Max had been staying in the Henderson House for 3 months as the abuse case got very messy, Susan unfortunately getting into some trouble for never reporting the incidents they awarded Guardian ship to her Step Brother Billy Hargrove. Of course there were still visitations but the relationship was definitely strained. But for the most part everyone's lives were finally becoming peaceful. The school years was comming to a close and the first year of highschool for the party had been a success.

Billy had gotten a job at the local mechanic shop and was absolutely flourishing. Y/N took less of the night shifts at the Gas Station and was looking into other options for work. Once Y/N the Mother Hen of the group next to Steve of course started bringing Billy around more he was accepted with open arms much to Max and Y/Ns delight. He tought the boys about cars and in turn they took him to the arcade and got him in touch with his fun side. It was like a happy family they ate pizza and watched late movies all crashing at whoever's house was the hub that night. On more than one occasion the kids snapped pictures if Billy and Y/N knocked out together on the couch they were just waiting for them to get together at this point.

The Byers returned to Hawkins for the summer, Will and El getting out of school 2 weeks earlier than the others and were staying in a cabin by the lake. Surely that would be where the party spent most of their times this summer.

Billy stood infront of his mirror in the spare room he and Max had been sharing. Though most night he snuck to Y/Ns room to sleep peacefully beside her it was like she was a sheild for his nightmares. Max of course pretended not to notice. He fiddled with his hair anxiously wearing a pair of jeans and his red button down slightly unbuttoned due to the heat. He huffs and sighs jumping when Max speaks from the door way

"You look fine. Y/Ns in the livingroom and shes getting impatient..." she smirks and walks over giving her brother a light punch "go have fun please" she said with a soft look. He hadent done much but hang out at home with her friends and work. Admittedly the thought of the party made him nervous.. Billy Hargrove nervous about a party HAH what a laugh. He smirked and ruffled the red heads hair "alright alright dont have to much fun without me kay?" She pushes him out the door "fine now go" she laughs

When Billy walked into the livingroom his breath cought in his throat. Y/N wore a sunny yellow sundress with thin straps. Her hair was curled and on the sides of her head her hair was braided into a crown with a Daisy hair pin holding it together at the back of her head. She looked so sweet and elegant. He had to shake his head "wow" he whispers

Y/N looked up "finally you take longer than I do!" She laughs grabbing his arm saying her goodbyes Dustin piping up playfully "hey Hargrove have her home by midnight" making Billy blush with a laugh. Y/N would be lying if she said she hadent put extra effort into her look painted her nails and toes a bright summery color and wore a sundress that fell mid thigh. She wore a flowery perfume and had a little makeup on, glossy plump lips and some mascara on those fluttery lashes of hers. She looked killer and she knew it. Climbing into the Camaro they drove to the party together and met up with their friends Steve patting Billy's back reassuringly "hey man just take it slow and have fun" he says as Nancy drug Y/N ofd to dance and chatter away

Billy really started to loosen up and become himself again a drink in hand he talked to a few people from highschool keeping close to Steve. They had gotten pretty close over the few months finding an interest in cars together, it had been helpful to have grown up guy talk. Then Stella whom back in his pkayboy days when he first arrived had been a fling on and off. She was a lanky blonde who wore skimpy cloths and had pretty blue eyes, a cheerleader he chatted her up awkwardly as she kept putting her hands to his chest and giggling. During a slower song she did somthing that cought him off gaurd she kisses him hard he jumped away "Uh sorry but no thanks I'm kinda with someone"

The girl giggled "oh hunny" she slurred "I know you you ain't with anyone" she giggles leaning in again and Billy's fists clenched rage in his eyes "you know NOTHING about me" he snaps she looks up as Steve pulls her away and sends her on her pouty way "hey man shes not worth the time" he pay his shoulder reassuringly. Little did anyone know across the room Y/N had seen them dancing and kissing and her heart was shattered... fine she stomped to the kitchen to hide her tears if Billy could cut loose with some bimbo.. so could she.

Chapter 3: Dunken Tantrums

Much to Nancy's dismay Y/N started to down cup and shots left and right until she lost count. She knew why but she couldn't tell anyone. Y/N was in love with Billy and some other tramp kissed him infront of her. She kept trying to corral the drunk girl as she stumbled around soon Jonathan started trying to help as well as Jonathan was like Y/Ns big brother of sorts since neither of them had fathers they were quick friends in middle school along with Nancy. Steve joined the group in highschool but he was with Billy. Soon there was a loud crash from the kitchen and Nancy yelling as men cheered. Steve looked to Billy confused then on cue Jonathan came pushing through the living room "Y/N" he panted "Drunk. Dancing, table" Steves eyes widened but Billy was already running into the room and was met with the scene.

Nancy stood arms out starched behind the table incase her friend fell Y/N danced swiveling her hips and squealing with her arms in the air. It wasnt on purpose but with here being up there the boys below got a nice view up her dress at a white Lace thong. They cheered and clapped as she danced to Pour some sugar on me by Def Leopard her drunken gaze met Billy's shocked face and she Squealed "Billy!! You're heeeerreee did ya finish up with Stelllaaaa" she slurs leaning forward with a giggle. This elects applause as her cleavage is pressed together as she bends down.

Billy looked at the dunken girl "Y/N common" he says brows furrowed together. He cringed when she mentioned Stella. She didnt actually think that did she? It hurt his feelings a little to think she saw what everyone had seen a heartless play boy. "Common Sweerheart get down" he said firmly. She swated at his hand "nnnoope they lllike me!!" She pouted at him. One guy sits himself on the table "yeah we like her Hargrove" he runs his hand up her calf and the back of her thigh giving her round ass a pinch making her squeak"

Billy is furious grabbing the man by the shirt he yanks him up and slams him into the wall "you touch her again" he grins through his teeth "I'll kill you" he snaps like a feral dog the guy snorts "what's your problem Hargrove you blew it, it's our turn" when the man said our turn like she was a duck doll Billy lost it hauling back with a scream of rage and punched him in the face, the man flailed punching back landing one to hisntight cheek but it was weak wouldn't even leave a bruise. Billy held him to the ground and punched him over and over. Y/N looked at Billy gasping "Billy!" She cried out Nancy ran over grabbing Billy's fist "ENOUGH" She yells Y/N feels dizzy her heel slips but thankfully Jonathan was right there catching the messy girl in his arms "okay alright Y/N up we go" he coos to her as she stumbles "atta girl' he pushed her hair back and held her. Steve was busy getting rid if the crowd and blocking the exit as Y/N kept trying to escape.

Billy stopped when Nancy grabbed him his eyes furious. He say Jonathan catch Y/N thankfully and he shook his fist as it was sore knuckles split he looked at Nancy who said "look I cant really explain but you need to take her home.. after you and Stella... shes just really upset okay" Billy was confused but nodded "yeah okay" he walked over grabbing Y/N by the waist when she squirmed away from Jonathan "I'm sorry guy" he mutters throwing the yelling girl over his broad shoulder. She kicks and curses and pounds on his back and he ignores her putting her in the camaro and buckling her in. He gets in with a angery sigh and starts driving.

Y/N is drunk and angery her emotions running rapid. Clenching her fists she starts to scream like a toddler pounding her fists on the seat either side of her thighs "STOP THE CAR LET ME OUT" she shrieks. "No you're drunk" he snarls at her. But hes forced to pull over as she unbuckled herself and stated opening the door. He slams the breaks pulling over on the empty road "what the hell is wrong with you?!" He yells as she gets out

Y/N is hyperventilating walking a few feet from the car she grips her hair and yells at the forest to their left "ITS NOT FAIR" she yells going from loopy to emotional. Her hands tremble and Billy gets out of the car "Y/N what the fuck isnt fair what's you're problem. The Stella thing? News flash I didnt kiss her back!" She spins around "No she cant have you!" She yells shaking he looks at her blankly "What are tou talking about?! Jesus fucking christ why are you so mad about this why do you even care?!" She couldn't breath her tears came streaming out down her cheeks "no no no she cant that was suposed to be me!" She sobs falling to her knees the truth comes pouring out of her lips she rocks forward crying slapping her hands against the warm pavement like a child "I'm your girl not her!" She cried sobs racking through her body "I'm your girl" she shakes her head repeating herself

Billy stares at her in awe his heart breaks for the woman before him throwing a tantrum on the empty rode and he regrets even talking to Stella when she cries about being his girl he wants to cry with her. Hes loved her since the night she cleaned him up thats when he knew he was in love and it scared him like hell. He knelt down infront of her pulling her close "shhh shhh shh" he says rocking her small form "I'm sorry okay I'm sorry let's go home Angle let's go home okay" he whispers into her hair his heart breaking at the fact that he made her cry like this

Picking her up bridal style as her whimpers died down Billy places her in the passengers seat carefully. He presses his lips to her forehead and then drives them home.

Chapter 4: Handle with Care

She started to calm down her breathing normal curled up in the seat. It's only 10pm but the others were no where around thank god. He helped her walk inside and took her to her room. She sat on the bed wiping her eyes as she started to sober up. Billy had left and returned with a glass of water and some Asprin having her drink the entire glass. He sat on the bed beside her silently. She fiddled with the edge of her dress as she started to relize exactly what she had done. Her heart is pounding un her chest her buzz still remains but she was clear headed. They sat quietly for over 20 minutes before Billy turned to her. He looked her in her eyes and grabbed her face. Kissing her deeply. She gasped softly as he deepens the kiss holding her face to his he nips her plump lip softly and she pushes herself forward climbing into his lap wrapping her arms around him he grips her waist tightly "god I've wanted to do this for so long" he growls "I'm so sorry Y/N" he says softly pressing kisses to her cheeks and jaw she shakes her head "I'm sorry I was being so stupid I got jealous and lost it" she says tilting her head to the side as he trails down her neck

Billy sucks loves bits down to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meets and bites down "you are my girl Y/N. You're my girl" he promises. She pulls his face back up to hers and kisses him deeply her hips unintentionally starting against his and he groans against her lips and their bruising kiss. She stops her movements and he growls "dont stop" he snaps out using his hands to move her against him bunching up her dress to get more friction.

The feeling over her lace covered pussy rubbing against his jean clad erection drives her crazy a whole new buzz taking over her body his hands travel from her waist to her ass gripping the soft skin she squeaks and she grips the hairs at the nape of his neck giving a soft tug electing a growl from deep in his chest she bits her lip looking at him with lust filled eyes. His own eyes hold the same look. Standing up holding her up he spins around and throws her onto her bed. She looks up at him her heart pounding as he crawls on top of her pushing the skirt of her dress up. He runs a hand down the front if her thong and kisses the top of her chest as he slides a finger through her folds slowly. Stopping to tease her clit she let's out soft little moans and he hums with a smirk "shhh can't draw any attention here love" he coos slipping a finger past her slick entrance she cries out and he places his free hand over her mouth as he fingers her slowly. 2 fingers curling into her G spot she moans under his grip and arches her back looking down at him and he smirks running his tounge over his teeth like a hungry wolf. This made her shiver just staring into those icey blue eyes. Just as she started to wither coming close tonger climax he removed his fingers making her whimper under his hand "not yet princess" he hums smirking sitting up he yanks her panties down her legs. Shes up just as fast pulling him by hisnshiet undoing his buttons. Her hands run over his tanned muscular skin fingers soft against his scars she looks up sweetly kissing each one individually. He stands shocked for a moment looking down as shes so tender with him

Her fingers worked at his belt as she kissed her way down his hops. Tugging down his pants and underwear letting his erection spring free. She hummed as she let him slip passed her lips and he grunts lacing his fingers in her hair. As she sucked him running her tounge along the underside of his cock. He felt himself twitch and he pushed her back. Drool dripping from her chin with a gasp and he crawls up her body on the bed "I need 5o be inside you" he growls she bites her lip and spreads her legs daringly "then come on in" she teases

Smirking he pulls her dress off of her aggressively and attacks her breasts with kisses and sucks. Lining himself up with her entrance she whimpers impatiently. Her heart racing as he slips inside froaning into her brests " fuck you're so tight princess" he groans into her skin and she threaded her fingers through his curls. His hopes moved slowly letting her get used to his size before he began to snap his hips faster pounding into her she had to cover her own mouth for fear of waking the house

Leaning back up he holds her thighs apart leaving fingerprint bruises in her skin. He looked down at her as she withered and moaned beneath him "mmm what a good girl" he cooed and she smiled up at him her brests bounce with each thrust and she uncovers her mouth eyes rolling back as she tightened around him and he smirks "are you going to come for me princess?" He asks growling as he picks up his speed pounding all the way deep side her "Yes!" She almost yells her toes curling her fists gripping the sheets and he barks "Cum for me" and his words have her unraveling her back arches and he reaches down pinching her swollen little clit pushing her further off that edge. He groans watching her come undone and hes close behind. Pulling out letting her legs fall he pumps himself in his fist rapidly painting her stomach and hips with his cum. He looks down at her state panting. Her brests rise and fall with her breaths. The small bruises on her thighs and the hickey on her neck surrounded by a soft bite mark. Pulling in his boxers he leaves only to come back with a wash cloths wiping her down as she can hardly move.

He grabs her a clean pair of panties and one of his tshirts and dresses her. She lifts his hips for him smiling arms above her head. Sitting up she slips his tshirt on and he climbs into the bed beside her. Pulling her under the covers he laces his fingers in her hair and kisses her head muttering "That's my girl" massaging her scalp softly. They fall asleep tangled in eachother, that was the first time Billy loved anyone in this way. And she would be his only love.

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azvolrien · 4 years

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Water Horses - Chapter Two

In which some plans are laid and we find out why Asta’s back was sore.

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The pain in Asta’s back had dulled from a knife-blade to a steady ache when she woke, but an equally steady quiver in her gut and her hands had arrived to join it. She sat up, rubbing her face – another sharp pain lanced across her back with the movement – before she twisted around to perch on the edge of the bed, lowered her feet to the floor, took a deep breath, and lurched upright. The room spun; she pressed both hands against the wall, taking deep, shaking breaths until it stilled.

For a moment she looked over her shoulder, frowning at the unfamiliar room. None of the chambers in Lady MacArra’s house had been round with drystone walls and a chimney in the centre like the hub of a wheel. Then the previous day came back to her with a vengeance and she almost had to sit down again. But it was true – she, a mere scribe untrained in any kind of survival or combat skills, had stolen her construct from her new owner’s desk and fled the MacArra estate outside Duncraig, riding full-pelt throughout the day all the way down Loch Gorm to the ‘haunted’ broch of Dun Ardech. A small, breathy laugh escaped her.

The smell of cooking and the sound of Roan whistling to herself drifted up from downstairs. Asta took another deep breath and, leaning heavily on the wall, followed them down to the main room.

Roan looked up from the frying pan she had balanced on a stand over the fire and grinned. “Well, look who’s up – good afternoon, sleepy-head!” She tapped her wooden spoon on the edge of the pan. “I’ve got eggs here just now, and I’ll be starting on some fish in a minute. Both, one or neither? There’s some bread as well if you’d rather that.”

Asta opened her mouth to answer and collapsed to all fours at the foot of the stairs.

“Whoa, hey!” Roan set the frying pan down on the hearthstone and crossed the room at a run to help her back to her feet. “Easy there, I’ve got you – just give me your arm and – oh, gods.”

“Hah?” Asta twisted her head to the side, trying to look down at her back. All she could make out was a blurry stripe of red on her shoulder, striking against the white linen of her tunic, but the implications struck her all too clearly. “Ha-oh. Oh.” Her stomach lurched; she clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Hey, look at me!” Roan gripped her upper arms in both hands and ducked her head to look in her eyes. “Deep breaths. Now…” She took her own advice. “…I think you should let me have a look at your back for you.”

Asta swallowed her reluctance and nodded. “Yes. I-I think that might be a good idea.”

Roan helped her to the nearest chair and, once satisfied her guest wasn’t about to keel over again, left her to get ready while she went to rummage in one of the cupboards over by the kitchen. Asta awkwardly pulled her bloodstained tunic off over her head and knelt on the chair, folding her arms over the back just as Roan returned with a metal box painted with a symbol Asta vaguely recognised as belonging to the devotees of a local medicine god.

“I won’t sugar-coat it for you,” said Roan as she took a pair of scissors from the box. “There’s no ‘probably’ about it – this is going to hurt. But you will feel better afterwards, I swear.” She began to cut away the bandages Asta had haphazardly wound around her chest. Asta clenched her jaw as the scabs tore away with the cloth and warmth began to trickle down her back again.

Roan’s breath hissed through her teeth. “What excuse,” she said in a low, dangerous voice, “did they give you for this?”

Asta sighed and closed her eyes, as much against the memory as the sight. “Daro – the man you spoke to – called it ‘pre-emptive discipline’. He wanted… to be sure I knew my place now that his grandmother wasn’t around to protect me.”

Roan muttered a curse, tipped something from a small glass bottle onto a clean cloth, and began to clean away the blood – and other fluids – oozing from the ugly whip-furrows on Asta’s back, criss-cross over her skin from her waist to her shoulders. As promised, it hurt; Asta choked off a scream. Roan silently handed her a scrap of leather to bite down on and kept cleaning.

“Stormhaven wound tincture,” she said once she had finished and tied a fresh, much neater dressing over the scars. “Hurts like hell, right enough, but it’ll have burnt out whatever sickness was taking hold in those and they’ll heal much quicker now. Sit tight for a minute – I have a clean tunic you can borrow, and then we can eat.”

She brought another woollen tunic – a little too big for Asta, as Roan was a few inches taller – down from upstairs and they ate in silence, side-by-side on one of the couches.

“They weren’t planning to sell you, then,” said Roan, putting her plate down once she had finished. “Slaves with that many whip marks don’t sell for as much. Buyers are less willing to go for someone they think will be a troublemaker.”

“No, I don’t think they were,” said Asta quietly. Also as promised, her back already felt a lot better; the fire in it had died down to a mere warmth. “I heard somebody say that they didn’t have slavery in the Sea Lochs before they were annexed into the Empire.”

“Oh, they did,” Roan assured her. “It’s been practised for centuries – not much room for moral superiority there. But it didn’t become the sort of industry it is now until then, no – there just wasn’t the population to support it. Well-off families would have a few household thralls, but it wasn’t such a pillar of trade. But today, a certain Lady MacArra the Younger and her children are neck-deep in it.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

Roan closed one hand around her other wrist and stretched both arms above her head. “I have a degree in finance from the University of Duncraig. Economic History was a required course in my first year.” She glanced to the side, caught Asta’s stare, and grinned. “I wasn’t always a hermit.”

“So you – what? You got tired of accounting and ran off to become a semi-feral sea witch?”

“Aye, that’s about it.”

“Maybe I should have done that…” Asta sighed and finished her eggs and fish. “So… speaking of history… Imperial law does have a few things to say about harbouring runaway slaves.”

“Funny thing about Imperial law,” said Roan, gesturing with her fork. “It’s not as rigid as the lawmakers would want you to think, especially out here on the fringes. Generally, so long as you pay your taxes and aren’t actively plotting to assassinate anyone, the Empire is happy enough to leave you alone. Think you can manage the stairs?”

Asta shifted her weight experimentally. Her back only twinged. “I think so.”

“Then follow me up to the roof. There’s something I want to show you.”

She waited until Asta had joined her on the high walkway before she pointed out to sea. “Do you see the island out there?”

Asta shaded her eyes with one hand. “Yes, I think so. How far away is that?”

“About ten miles, give or take.” Roan placed both hands on top of the stone rampart. “Technically, it’s within Imperial waters and subject to Imperial law. In practice, it doesn’t cause trouble so it gets quietly ignored. There’s a market that meets out there every few days; I take my sloop out to trade for a few necessities – bread, medicines and so on – and I’m not the only person who sails there. I’ve also seen ships from Stormhaven docking there. And by their laws, there are no slaves in Stormhaven. Step over their border,” she clicked her fingers, “and you’re a free woman. Might be worth seeing if any of those ships will give you passage south.”

“Can they be trusted, though? If they’re smugglers?”

“Not all of them,” admitted Roan, “but there are a few I’d vouch for. Besides, Stormhaveners tend to have… strong opinions about slavery. They might even give you passage for free if you explained the situation.”

Asta nodded slowly. “I suppose it can’t hurt to ask,” she said, equally slowly. “When’s the next market?”

“Day after tomorrow,” said Roan. “We can take the sloop over first thing and see what’s what.” She smiled. “So I’d better give you a proper tour of the place before that, eh?”

Although only Roan still called it home, Dun Ardech had been a village once, not just a broch, and a little of that still showed in its bones. Asta had not noticed the previous night, but a few outbuildings sat in the courtyard around the broch itself, still enclosed safely within the outer walls. A chicken coop sat against one wall, while a few tough little hens pecked through a small but healthy-looking vegetable garden. Roan pointed out one small drystone booth as the outhouse – “And it’s bloody freezing at this time of year!” – and another, bigger shed as the workshop where she prepared the various animal bones and skins she made use of, from her sealskin cloak and the reindeer fur that lay across her bed to the smaller pelts of foxes and rabbits she took out to sell at the island market. Outside the wall, a little way inland and sheltered in the lee of a rocky outcrop, there was even a reasonable equivalent to a bathhouse: another hut – drystone, inevitably – concealing a spring of comfortably warm water bubbling up from beneath the earth.

“It’s not deep enough to get a proper soak,” Roan said as they walked back to the broch. “That’s one of the few things I do miss about Duncraig – that big bath complex near the University.”

“I know it,” said Asta, nodding. It was one of few that allowed unaccompanied slaves to use it.

“But it works for a warm scrub if you have a sponge or a cloth. All the deeper water around here is either salty, unbearably cold, or both.” Roan shaded her eyes, peering into the sun as it sank over the ocean. “They’ll be hauling out soon,” she muttered.

“Who will?”

“Come up to the top of the wall. You can get a better view of why we stay away from the water after dark.”

A short flight of stairs brought them up to the top of the outer wall, with a clear view of the wide rock pavement between the broch and the sea. Roan sat down cross-legged, watching the sea. Asta gingerly copied her.

“You might have noticed,” said Roan, “that the gate through the wall doesn’t actually have a gate in it. It’s just a kind of narrow, angular corridor inside the wall.”

“I did notice, yes.”

“That’s because it’s not supposed to keep people out.” She pointed down at the surf washing against the pavement. “It’s a defence against them.”

Long, sleek forms heaved themselves from the water onto the rocks, their smooth hides – solid black, mottled grey, even a few reddish-brown ones – rippling with both blubber and muscle. They were more graceful on land than seals, but only a little, with long webbed toes ill-suited to walking and heavy whale-like tails that dragged behind them. One took exception to another that wandered too close; both reared up onto their stronger hind legs, hissing at each other and baring pointed teeth that suited a crocodile better than a mammal. And yet, Asta could see how they had come to be called water horses: apart from those terrible jaws, their long heads and arched necks were a similar shape, and each one bore a narrow strip of longer hair running down its back from between its ears.

“They come closer if the tide is further in at the right time,” murmured Roan. “Easy enough to avoid if you know they’re out there, but you do have to time your fishing trips carefully. The mares tolerate each other if there’s enough food, but the stallions will square up to fight even outside the mating season. You see the biggest one, there in the middle?” The water horse she pointed at was half the size again of the next-largest, and its scarred pelt was a pale grey with black markings like leopard spots along its back.

Asta nodded. “It’s hard to miss.”

“I’ve seen him a lot over the last few years, usually with his herd around him. He seems to be the dominant stallion of this territory, however eich-uisge map their waters out. And I think – couldn’t swear to it, but I think – it was him who responded to my horn call last night.” She wrinkled her nose in a sort of affectionate grimace. “I call him Riabhach.”

“R – sorry, ‘Reevack’?”

“Riabhach. Sort of not quite touch the back of your tongue to the roof of your mouth to make the ‘ch’ sound.”

“Reevacckkh – sorry, I can’t quite get it.”

Roan very carefully patted her shoulder. “You tried.”

“They’d attack, then?” asked Asta “If we were to walk down to them.”

“Absolutely. Like I said, they’re very territorial. But the gate’s too narrow for them – they’re not flexible enough to get around the corners. They stay out at sea while it’s light.”

Asta nodded, trying to suppress her shivers as the sky dimmed. Roan heaved a sigh and stood up. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go back in and get the fire going.”

The next day dawned to a hard frost and a dusting of snow on the hills looming above the headland. Roan changed the dressing on Asta’s back again and spent the rest of the day in quiet industry, heading out to check if the traps she set both in the water and on land had caught anything before returning to sort her catches – several fish and a grouse – and the rest of her goods bound for the island market. Asta made herself useful helping to pack everything into neat crates and bales, ready to load into makeshift panniers rigged across Pardus’s back and onto the boat when they got up early the next morning.

The boat itself lived in a small shed, a few minutes’ walk up the coast where the rocks gave way to a narrow stretch of sand. Roan unlocked the doors and threw them wide with a theatrical flourish. “Ta-da!”

Asta, not very familiar with such esoterica as boats, nodded appreciatively as seemed to be expected. Roan squeezed in around the side and shoved the boat out of the shed. It was about twenty feet long from prow to stern and roughly three feet wide, but despite its size it slid easily enough over the sand to the water.

“Right!” said Roan, clapping her hands. “Let’s get the cargo aboard and we can be underway.”

The boat did not really have a deck, just a couple of planks laid across the hull, but it still had a small ‘hold’ – more of a chest – near the mast into which all the goods – pelts, bones, and whatever foodstuffs Roan felt she could spare for trade – packed easily enough. Asta sealed the lid over the hold, dismissed Pardus back into its summoning stone, and at Roan’s insistent gesture stood back to let her step the mast and unfurl the sails by herself.

“Did you build it yourself?” asked Asta.

“Not from scratch, no,” said Roan, securing the mast in place. “But I did have to find it a new mast, and the figurehead’s my own touch as well.”

Asta hadn’t noticed the figurehead. It did indeed fit in with what she had observed about Roan’s style: it was the skull of a water horse fixed to the prow, gazing fiercely ahead, while the white bone had been painted with flowing blue patterns like Roan’s tattoos. “You do seem to like… decorative animal skulls.”

“What gave it away?” asked Roan, grinning as she fastened her sealskin cloak and settled the skull atop her head. “You can probably guess her name. Hop in – I’ll give us a shove.”

Within minutes, the sails had caught the wind and the little sloop was skimming over the waves towards the island in the distance. Asta hunkered down and tried to stay out of the way of the boom.

“This market we’re going to…” she said. Roan adjusted her grip on a rope and nodded to show she was listening. “How… how rough a sort of place is it?”

“Well, it’s not exactly Siraki Square,” said Roan, “but it’s not the Black Vennel either. Stick close and you’ll be fine.”

“Have you ever had trouble there?”

“Once, near the beginning,” said Roan brightly. “Lad from up in Kaldrfjord tried to con me out of some good pelts, then gathered a bunch of his pals with big sticks to support his argument. Set me right off, and I never had any bother again.”

“What do you mean, they set you off?”

“Hmm…” Roan wrinkled her nose again, this time in thought. “D’you know what a berserker is?”

Asta nodded warily. She had once seen one fighting in the Grand Arena, back in Kiraan before all her family’s trouble had started. The man – a blond-haired giant from distant Myrkfjord – had hacked his way with sword and axe through six opponents in a row, howling like a wild beast and completely heedless of the wounds he accumulated, before the arena marshals had finally managed to subdue him.

“There are a lot of different theories about where it comes from,” continued Roan. “The traditional one is that it’s a blessing from Torravon, the Sea Loch goddess of war. Some people think that it’s inherited, or that there’s something in the water around here. The only thing I’m sure of is that I am one.” She caught the worry in Asta’s eyes and shot her a reassuring smile. “But a bit different to whatever flailing blood-soaked carnage-maker you’re picturing,” she added. “I don’t go into a battle-frenzy so much as a battle-focus. It’s… hard to describe. Hopefully you’ll never see it.”

“…Is that another reason you live out here?”

“It’s not at the top of the list, but it is on there. I hasten to add that I didn’t kill the Kaldrfjord crowd. Just sent them running scared.”

“You’re an interesting skill-set, Roan. Accountancy, sailing, first aid, combat…”

Roan shifted the tiller, adjusting their course slightly. “You’ve got your history, and I’ve got mine. Besides – my lifestyle leaves me with a fair amount of time for practising new skills.” She grinned again. “I do enjoy sailing, though.”

It was a fine day for it, bright and crisp with a good wind, but even so the voyage out to the island took a couple of hours. Each-Uisge pulled up next to a wooden jetty at the south end of the island, and it wasn’t the first to do so. Many other small rowing and sailing boats had moored nearby, while a few bigger ships rode at anchor just offshore. A well-trodden path led inland from the jetty and towards the distant rumble of voices.

Roan climbed out to tie the mooring ropes. “We might be in luck,” she said, nodding towards the ships. “You see the one furthest to the left, with the two masts? I know that ship – that’s Curlew. It’s a Stormhaven trader, and its captain is an upstanding sort. For a smuggler, at least.”

Asta began unpacking the hold and passing the cargo up to Roan. “You really think they’ll just give me passage, no questions asked?”

Roan just shrugged. “There’s only one way to know.”

~~~

Like if you also want to run away to become a semi-feral sea witch.

Asta doesn’t pronounce ‘Dun Ardech’ properly either. Try as she might, she just can’t get the ‘ch’ sound and it comes out as ‘Ardeck’.

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hatstall ; han jisung

❝ for the nth time, my patronus is a squirrel!! ❞

➱ synopsis: you have rather got stuck with jisung, the one and only guy who boiled your blood, in making parchment scrolls, a.k.a essays, and who knows, he might not be a bad guy at all. ➱ pairings: gryffindor!hanjisung ❥ slytherin!reader ➱ genre: fluff, harrypotter!au, slight enemiestolovers!au ➱ word count: 5k ➱ warnings: profanities

han jisung is a quite known gryffindor himself in hogwarts, of course, because of his loud, proud, boisterous and friendly self; everyone likes him

he's like the actual representation of a lion; a quite brave and strong of a man himself, and he although knew that

and that side of him made the sorting hat decided that if he would be the best if he could be put in the gryffindor house

not to mention it took the hat about 4 minutes of debating where to put him clearly making him almost a hatstall

jisung is a proud, cunning and an ambitious man and the hat could see it very clearly, which could fit him in the slytherin

honestly it doesn't bother jisung the slightest where he was going to be storted at, he was just too happy that he is studying at hogworts now

besides of his friendly attitude that everyone likes about him, he is also a troublemaker if you wouldn't mind (which adds up a little but of a slytherin trait)

he would pull up pranks here and there, to students he known or not known of — not the teachers of course, he's too scared to be expelled or get detention either

but the students didn't bother a bit for his pranks we're totally harmless and it is humorous

did i mention that everyone really likes him?? that everytime he passes through the hallways or the great hall like everyone greets him?? and most certainly girls swoon over him

well, except you

you didn't loathe the guy that much, nor like the guy neither — it just that you don't prefer his guts, but it distraught jisung

bloody hell what has the boy even done to you?

well, perhaps he did something, numerous times that you cannot count it anymore

you were also one of his victims for his pranks, quite certainly, his favorite

yeah, everyone wasn't bothered by the pranks that jisung has set up to them, aren't they? but you, oh no, you were beyond pissed since there is not a day he won't boil your blood

it's just that their pranks differ from you, yours are, to put it this way, horrible. by mean horrible it is really horrible

not to mention, one time he made you eat slugs and it totally made your whole system gag to the sensation of those disgusting creatures making its way out of your mouth

scratch that — you really despise him

it wasn't really intentional or anything, he was just goofing around and forgot that he's holding his wand

"HAHAHAHAHA try eating slugs y/n!"

poof, you vomited one, after another, after another and so on. bad idea

since that day, there wouldn't also be a chance that you won't throw him your deadliest glare every time you cross paths

ok but jisung regreted he did that, and the other pranks he's done to you, like really he couldn't stand someone hating him because duh?? he's used to people liking him and smiling at him, not staring at him angrily

especially it was you, and he found you very cute and was totally not whipped for you— oopz toTaLLy nOt

you we're a slytherin, and you we're baffed as of why you were put there like "oh wow i'm slytherin?? thAnKs sorting hat i might as well slide there in to the slytherin table— you get me? hAh nO bYe"

"i change my mind, you're not in slytherin"

ok but maybe because of your stubbornness, or something within you that you can't draw but the hat could see through it brought you to slytherin or whatever that is — you didn't mind anyways, slytherin is cool yeah you like snakes hiss hiss

you were just like jisung actually, the sorting hat were confused which house to put you as well, mind that you were this close to be a hatstall, closer than jisung; slytherin or gryffindor

you we're brave and all yet there were strong sparks of dexterousness glistening into your eyes so oof— slytherin it is

like wow?? you soulmates or what

any who, you and your disinterested slytherin ass are in defense against the dark arts class alongside jisung and his enthusiastic gryffindor ass — yeah, the sorting had did a great job

you boredly doodle onto your notes in which you would likely to regret later for not actually taking notes as jisung would keep on pestering you to pay attention to what madam kim is babbling about — probably nonsense for you

you didn't really want to sit with him, honestly. he was late for a few minutes and there wasn't any vacant seat left besides you and there's nothing you could do about it, even if you would protest — probably you would end up scolded by madame kim so, nope

but probably sitting besides him was the most worse canvas you could ever paint of, like his gryffindor ass won't stop bothering you until you pay attention to class

"ppPpSSstT snake pay attention to the class!!"

"shut it you uncultured chipmunk"

"for your information my patronus is a squirrel not a chipmunk!!"

"is there anything you would like to share to our class, mr. han and ms. l/n?" uh oh, your bickering went to an end as your teacher abruptly slammed your book on your desk making a loud thud

"oh of course not ms. kim, we were just—" you paused, unable to think of one, however jisung manage to continue your statement "very enlightened with the lesson, yes,"

madame kim didn't bought it, probably smelling fishes fresh from the lake but shrugged it off anyways. you let out a sigh of relief, but oh boy you thought that would be just it but nope

"so as i heard, my class is very interesting," she paused to look at the two of you who gulped at the sudden attention "well then, i want you all to write three parchment scrolls about inferius and dementors,"

then there were groans and complaints reverberating in the room from the crowd of students, much more to jisung hence he complained the most, muttering curses — he loathes writing essays

"the due is in the next two weeks, and the good thing is that you and your seatmate will partner up to finish that so i expect no one slacking off, class dismissed,"

wow pretty great!! you could get to have a partner to work it with, oh goodie, less work to do — ding dong you are wrong, especially jisung, your seatmate, is your partner for this essay and you knew you were doomed

"man, i should have sat with seungmin, that would be less shit work, with his ravenclaw ass, that could've done it"

"now won't you just go back in time using a timeturner and say to your past self to sit besides seungmin"

"good idea, han, but where could i possibly get one?"

"i don't know, lee know, aren't they all broken?"

"broken who? my bones? yeah that was a tough quidditch match we got there last year" minho, a friend of jisung's and someone from your house that you are quite fond of, says as he punches his arm slightly before strutting away

anyways, as minho mentioned, yes jisung is also a quidditch player — honestly him and his other 8 friends were

despite of them 9 being sorted into different houses, they were still good friends, yeah. but when quidditch comes, oh boy, friendship who? idk that bitc

and jisung's position beater, a very tough one perhaps

he's very good at aiming oh wow, like one time when they were battling against with the slytherin — the bludger went straight at minho even he was on the other side of the field

that wasn't intentional, honestly!!

not that minho minded about it, he was cool about it, actually he was used about it, especially he tend to do it as well to his other opponents (even though he's a chaser)

ok so let's go back, as i was saying you went to your other class which is transfiguration

but before that, you told jisung that you should finish your shit ton paper work already as soon as possible cause duh 6th year is the most tiring year

and he was like "oh ok" and left you for his next class

which made you really pissed cause?? does he expect you to do all of the work? you think dumbledore not

ok so you are double pissed at him now as of this day and quadrillion times more if you add up the other times he made you

ok so days are fast aproaching and you barely even wrote a letter on your phat blank parchment and you literally do not want to fail because you do not want to go back to 6th year again

so when you saw your partner goofing around the hallways as usual, you grabbed his collar in first instincts

ok totally a bad idea because his friends, acquaintances, or basically who is fond of jisung (but he barely knew about them) stared at your disappearing figure in awe like — they thot u hate the guy?? like they basically knew you do!!

but you didn't mind them because grades are more important to you than your pride

"whoa i thought you don't like me—"

"shut it, chipmunk,"

"for the nth time, my patronus is a squirrel!!"

so you dragged him towards the library where you stayed before trying to at least start a thing but, you sucked at writing?? so oh no

"wow are we friends now or what? you know you could've just told me that you wanted to talk — i mean i aways free, for you!"

did he just lowkey flirted with you??

you roll your eyes at him "listen, assthwat, i'm only dragging you here at the library because we need to finish that essay and we only have a few days left and i totally don't want to get low grades at dada especially ms. kim is very generous of low grades,"

right, so you both started to work at it but oof it didn't do well because half of the time he was making up puns or jokes while you hissed at him to stop

but thankfully you finished one scroll already but the contents of it could not make your grades exeed like, half of it is probably rewinding words, rewinding ideas cause bruh you've run out. so you gave up

then you both packed your things up, since time has already passed and wow it's almost dinner time!! and you just spent three hours with him in the library like ok

and you decided to go to the great hall together cause bruh you two are going there anyways

so when you arrived, you totally shivered from the stares that you got

lmao but ok, you didn't gave a single shit and went to your slytherin table and jisung to his gryffindor

"ok spill the tea, so does that mean that you didn't hate him now, you friends already?" minho nudged you form your side, an irritating smug smrik plastered on his cherry lips

you roll your eyes at him and gave him a look, "first and foremost, no i still despised him — he didn't even apologize and for your information we just made our essay cause ms. kim was being a bitch ok shut it and eat,"

you heard minho scoffed and didn't continue to tease you more and now is immersed in eating the food on the table

on the next few days, you both agreed to work on that shitty essay faster so you both could do your individual assignments and projects already. you spent time more on the free times

then one time he finally had his gryffindor courage to ask you as of why you hate him

"so uhm, y/n, i was just wondering..." he hesitated for a bit, biting his lower lip due to nervousness

and you totally did not found that cute :)) tOtally not!!

"yeh?"

"why do you hate me?"

you stared at him, about to throw another insult or whatnot but he looks like a sad squirrel like he's so cute!! and he was pouting and all!! him pouting is cute!! and you cannot resist it like sisjhusjvss ok calm down

"i-i well, i don't really hate you, i was just uhm... i don't know, maybe a little but annoyed and pissed because you keep on pulling up pranks on me and didn't bother to apologize one bit,"

oH OH OOHH

"IWVWIWGEUEV NGHHHH Y/N I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE!! I'M SO SORRY I EXCHANGED YOUR PUMPKIN JUICE TO A NASTY SLIME DRINK!! I'M SORRY I MADE YOU EAT SLUGS!! I'M SO SORRY!! AND SORRY FOR THE OTHER PRANKS I DID TO YOU, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

ok but he was about to cry really loud (ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴬ ˢᴼᶠᵀᴵᴱ ᵁᵂᵁ) but the librarian and the other smart-ass ravenclaws sushed him

you can't really just cannot forgive the guy since he looked very sincere (even he shouted his appology) so oof you went uwu

"lower it down jisung! and ok fine, i forgive you,"

"i'm s-sorry i know you can't forgive me at all i really did a horrible thing to you — wait what?"

ok but he was just the happiest person now because yay no one hates him now!!

"really?! so we friends now?" you nod

much as you hate to admit to minho, you and jisung are in a good terms now

then he flashed a grin and went to your side and hugged you, the little contact made you blush cause you were not used to it! you let him anyways but as you noticed he won't let you go, you cleared your throat and he was back to his senses

he pulled away, chuckling nervously as he scratched his back "yeah, sorry 'bout that"

you really expected minho to tease you about it but what you didn't expect is that he started saying "ya'kno, lee know, you two could make a good couple" "you two look cute together, honestly"

ok you literally just lost your shit likE wHat?? you just made friends with jisung but he had this idea of you both dating? — pfft bloody hell no

"minho shut it,"

and minho (and their other friends) teased jisung about it as well because bruh he is whipped for you even before the day you made up

he was cool about the teasing and all, actually he won't stop shoving to his friends' faces that you two are friends already and well they had enough of that sheit m8

but the thing that he didn't like at all is that they would literally push him towards you if you are around or near them

"bLoOdY heLL gUYs sTaPh" and they wont stop lol as if

"han jisung man up, i thought you are brave, not some wimpy chicken; what a disgrace to the gryffindor,"

"shUt iT sEuNgmiN aLsO yoU'rE a rAveNcLaw wDym??"

yeah jisung has a teeny tiny phat ass crush on you, ok??

so he was really determined to be, at least, your friend and he was really sad that you hated him

honestly he did those pranks to you because he thought that that would get your attention and would probably make you smack him (w̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶ m̶a̶s̶o̶c̶h̶i̶s̶t̶)

and he didn't expect you to avoid him and throw death glares everytime you cross paths, which made him very sorrowful

any who, he was ok now since you two are good yeah and that's what matter to him — at least you don't hate him now!!

ok so for you it felt really weird when jisung's friends would try to push him to you — of course you ain't oblivious, you knew something is up and suspected jisung that he has a crush on you??? but you don't know or were sure about that lolol

maybe it was just because you don't hate him anymore, yeah maybe. but it's just weird that they'll only tease him about you when there are other whom they could tease him with?? uh you don't know really

so you decided to confront minho cause he's like the president of y/nsung fan club

"ok minho you snake, spill, why do you guys always push jisung towards me??"

"excuse moi, you're also a snake and a magician never tells its secrets" he shot a wink at you

you weren't fazed by his answer a bit and smacked his head which made him wince "you dumbass, you're a wizard, minho"

"i'M a WaHt?? :o??" another smack oof —

probably not a good idea since he won't really tell you, wow you could really trust him your secrets

so now, you are currently sitting at the garden practicing your transfiguration spells, preferably alone because your friends are doing some shit (probably supporting your team, they're practicing for the quidditch since it was fast aproaching) or in their own classes; you didnt mind anyways

and han jisung was there, walking around plotting some good ol' prank to do since he is bored then saw you there

he scanned the area, trying to find his friends in sight. he is going to approach you, but he is too embarrassed if one of his friend sees it cause maybe they'll tease him and that would lower his charms

he sighed in relief seeing some students he didn't knew and then marched towards you

as he went to you, he whispered things to himself like "uh what should i say— should i say hi or should i say that she is pretty or—"

"oh jisung hi"

he leaped, a little bit of startled

"o-oh hi y/n" that came out like a squeak and you cant help but giggle because that's just cute??? and he can't help but blush because your giggle is cute too???

he sat besides you, examining the apple resting ontop of your transfiguration book, "what'cha doin?" he asked

"oh, just practicing some spells" you say, focusing back to whatever shit you're doing

"oooh i see"

so basically jisung just sat besides you as you kept on practicing very well, and the atmosphere were really really awkward kka kka kka

then minho walked on the corridors, then spotted the both of you

he had this look on his face ready to tease the bloody hell outta jisung but he saw the cute squirrel scratching his head and opening his mouth as if he was about to say something, a multiple times

he didn't continue his plan, he doesn't want to cockblock incase jisung's gryffindor ass would give him courage wink wonk

"uh— y/n—"

"yes! finally i did it! i'm sorry you were saying jisung?"

he froze in his spot, his mouth unable to mutter out any words because?? this boy?? is nervous?? kagaisvdj

anyways, he gulped the large lump on his throat, sighing 'it's now or never jisung!!'

"uh i j-just want to say tha—"

"y/N THERE YOU ARE C'MON I GOTTA SHOW YOU SOMETHING"

jisung almost flipped the fuck out of him for your bff/n has cockblocked him and dragged you off to somewhere

"sorry jisung, maybe next tiimmmeeeee—"

he had this big ass pouty face as he watched your figure disappearing :< like he's really disappointed

"aww little sungie's y/n has been stolen from him, ouch" minho dramatically said, hands in his heart for more effects as he plopped down besides the boy who got startled as his friend's sudden apearance

"khkwtjwykjdnzkbe i was tHIS NEAR MINHO, THIS NEAR BUT FOR NEVILLE'S SAKE BBF/N JUST HAD TO—"

"is there anything that concerns you mr. han?"

how do we even say khkwtjwykjdnzkbe irl??

"oH— ABSOLUTELY NONE PROFESSOR LONGBOTTOM!"

then night time came, and you are in your dormitory, basically throwing your shit everywhere because you just lost your wand

"bloody hell where is that damned wand!" you hissed, throwing your hoodie on your bed aggressively

"y/n, maybe you left it in the great hall? i heard f1/n saw an abandoned one on the table," your roommate, f2/n, said as she entered your dorms

(i'm too lazy to name them what even)

"thanks!" you nodded at her before scurrying out to the slytherin common room

"where do ya think you're going, y/n?" your house prefect asked and blocked you from going to the entrance

“doyoung, i forgot my wand please please let me just get it!" you pleaded

the boy sighed, "just be careful not to get caught by the teachers, it's almost curfew,"

"thanks doyoung!!"

so you ran out of the slytherin common room but you didn't expect only having some faint light which only supported your eyes to see anything on the hallways, which creeped you

you walked slowly, as you came to the part of the hallways where it's very very dark where you cannot see a single thing

"lumos!" you say instinctively beacuse you thought you have your wand in your hands but nope??

“oh right, how stupid of me,"

you began to be scared cause what if you just bump into one of the teachers?? and they would give you detention?? out into the dark forest??

you gulped, shrugging those nasty thoughts, you really need to find your wand, you can't have that missing or else you'll fail your transfiguration test which you had been mastering for a while now

i mean just walking slowly towards the great hall is pretty easy right? without anything at your sight? and with a high chances of encountering a teacher? right?

"oh sh—"

"ow!"

suddenly you bumped onto something, rather someone

you were dropped on the floor, butt aching from the impact from the fall

your heart then stopped, mind began to cloud your thoughts once again from the probability that you have bumped to a teacher

you were about to stand up and run but it beats you when the person's lumos lightened on their wand

"y/n?"

"j-jisung?" thank dumbledore

"what are you doing here?" you both asked in sync and jisung laughed at this

he stood up, dusting his cute squirrel patterned pjs as he offered a hand to you

you accepted it, your stomach churned slightly from the contact

not to mention jisung literally screamed internally because!! that was his first hold-hands with you!! although it wasn't really a holding hands or whatnot

"why are you here, y/n? isn't it past curfews?" jisung asked again in a whisper tone, his voice soft

"i lost my wand in the great hall, how about you?" you chuckled in embarrassment, light pink tinted your rosy cheek which made the boy uwu because he really finds you cute in any ways

"i usually sleepwalk,,, hehe and let me help you find it" he inquired, with a shy smile

your eyes glistened with hope, probably relived that you aren't going to roam around the hallways alone, light-less

"really?! tha—"

the both of you heard faint footstep noises which made jisung's lumos disappear and he grabbed you to the nearest room to hide

thoughts haunted you once again. what if you get caught?? what if that is a teacher??

you were just lucky that you encountered jisung, not some barbaric teacher that would definitely give you detention no questions asked

your heart raced loudly as if it was about to burst out of your ribcage, and you felt the same thing at you back, which is probably from jisung's

you are basically trapped at jisung's grip, his hands on your mouth preventing your heavy pants from being heard and the other was securely holding on your waist and jisung was leaning against the door

you could literally feel his breath hitch your neck for you two are so close

this adds up the abnormal beating of your heart, which is not good

you could be lying if you didn't find the gryffindor boy to be attractive, hell he was hella(v̶a̶t̶o̶r̶) damn fine

well you could, you would've liked him — if he wasn't just an ass that decided to mess up with you

but now he apologized and you are cool about it now

to be honest, spending time with him during the writing of your essay made you uh let's see, want his company more?

like even though he's annoying as hell for not really focusing at times, he could made you crack a smile on your lips when you are hella stressed on what paragraph to write next or basically stressing out for o.w.ls

and that's pretty great cause you're not that kind of person who is easily pleased

plus the numerous times he flustered you — not to mention he offered you a lot of chocolate frogs (which is your absolute favorite) when he figured you messed up your potions class based on your burnt eyebrows

now, that you kind of took the hint that he likes you based from his friends' weird antics, you still didn't believe it though, you just don't want your hopes up high

cause for you bruh your pride is more important than looking like an idiot from believing he liked you

which is true because who are you to not to like? ;(( ok?? shut up

also, it was not very ok for jisung's heart that you were this close at him,, like seriously?? he would've just straight out hugged you in place but he was afraid that you would hate him again and you are not friends anymore which is more painful than you not liking him back

"i-i think it's gone?" he whispered softly into your ear, removing his hand from your mouth "sorry,"

you nodded, blush creeping onto your cheeks, kind of missing his warm touch "i-it's okay,"

so the both of you just stood there in awkward silence kka kka kka

but jisung broke it by deciding to check if the area is clear, so he opened the door, making a light creaking noises

"lumos" he casted, light illuminating the tip of his wand

he sighed in relief, seeing nothing peculiar then he turned to you mouthing a "let's go"

you followed him eagerly, feets tiptoed in a rhythmic way and before you knew it you are now outside the great hall

you were about to open the door yet noticed it was locked, then you borrowed his wand since he didn't knew the spell how to unlock doors and it's a good thing you knew cause bruh this ain't the first time you sneaking out of the dorms past curfew so unlocking doors are quite handy

"whoa your wand is quite similar to mines," you say in amusement as you handled his wand back

"maybe it's because we're soulmates"

did he just flirted with you?? again??

"b-bullshit, mr. han" oops you stuttered

"HAHAHAHA just kidding, anyways where did you left it"

you shrugged, making your way towards the slytherin table and to the spot where you ate at dinner "just here?" you point

he nodded, crouching down to check the floor beneath the table in hopes that the wand fell off

through out the searching, you both we're just silent, probably immersed from finding your wand — not to mention jisung was really determined to find it aww

it didn't took you 5 minutes before you found it and you nearly cried when jisung handled it to you

"kagsisgshgs thank you so much jisung isvjisvjd i don't know what to do if it wasn't for you!!" and oof you hugged him — scratch that, you squeezed him really tight like he wasn't able to breathe anymore but he didn't care cause it was you?? who hugged him?? it was totally not fine for his heart

"i- i cah-an' br eat Hh eez"

"oops sorry hehe,"

"soooo.."

"let's just head back to our dorms before someone catches us," you suggested, grabbing his arm and made your way out of the great hall

he halted abruptly, which made you stop your tracks as well for you are holding his wrist - which didnt made him fluster, totally not!!

you raised a brow at him, even though he could not see it from the dark and only your lumos illuminating the huge hall

"uhm y/n, uh before we go back i just want to say that..." he trailed off as his eyes wondered elsewhere besides your soft gaze at him, not sure if he should continue his words

you chuckled, "we don't have all night, sung, what is it?"

so he took a mount of air and breathed in "UHIREALLYLIKEYOUY/NI'MTOTALYNOTBLUSHINGRIGHTNOWOHMYGOSHWHATAMISAYIN—"

you shushed him by cupping his face, placing your thumbs on his rambling soft lips and pecked the back of your thumbs swiftly — which made him redder than your mom's lipsticks

how bold of you y/n and your slytherin ass, how bold of you

you giggled at his reaction, eyes wider than a saucer and cheeks resembled freshly grown red tomatoes

this was so uncalled for, poor heart of jisung's

"this is real right? am i dreaming? tell me i'm not — oh merlin's beard please slap me,"

you rolled your eyes, "oh c'mon you uncultured piece of acorn, get your ass back to the gryffindor comon rooms already or else i'll obliviate you,"

so the next day rolled on, you were just casually making your way to potions class yeah casually then he came and bitch he did not

"heya babe" he slung his arm on your shoulders and pecked your cheek which is now currently tainted in beet red

not to mention everyone in the hallways saw it, like everyone has this wtf someone pls explain ??? look on their faces

and you could totally see minho's eyes wriggled teasingly at you

"what the fuck jisung" you pried him off of you, and he giggled at thiss

"that's for interrupting my confession,"

then he pecked your lips like really quick "and this is for not really kissing me, like seriously y/n why your thumbs— uh oh"

and he ran for his life

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Diabolik Lovers Zero Floor Vol. 1 Drama CD English Translation [Progress 2/6]

Track 1 - Chased away by a thunder storm

*Thunder strikes as running footsteps splatter on the ground*

Ayato: Geez, what a bad timing. To suddenly pour down like this, what a bad joke.

Ayato: Hey, are you alright?

*you nod*

Ayato: If that’s the case, we’re gonna continue running like this.

Ayato: Geez, there doesn’t seem to be any place around here were we could rest. At least make a resting place in the middle of the forest, people.

Ayato: Oh! Let’s take shelter from the rain there. There’s some kind of building at the front right?

*you ask whos house it is*

Ayato: How would I know? It doesn’t matter who’s house it is. Let’s go inside.

*the creaking door closes as your steps echo through the hall*

Ayato: Eeh, I got wet. You too look completely drenched. You can see through your clothes you know.

*you hide yourself in embarasment*

Ayato: Idiot, it was lie. Besides, there’s no reason to hide anything there.

*you pout*

Ayato: Hahaha, dont sulk over it. Though, you’re really gonna catch a cold like that. You need to dry your body.

Ayato: Hey! If someone’s there come out!

Ayato: No answer, and no presence huh. Does no one live here?

*he looks around*

Ayato: Hm? Hey look. Is that a map?

*you walk towards it and Ayato starts to read it out loud*

Ayato: Including the basement, there’s a total of 13 exhibition rooms. Paintings and sculptures.

Ayato: Oh, I was wondering why it’s so big, but this is a museum huh. No wonder no one is here. It probably closed down a long time ago. It’s a wonder that this hidden run-down building hasn’t collapsed yet. Oh well, I guess it’s perfect for sheltering from the rain. And it’s also good for some time killing. Let’s stay here until it stops raining.

*you tell him you guys should return to the castle*

Ayato: Huh? You’re gonna object me even though you’re chichinashi? We’re not returning to the castle. It’s boring there, and even if we sneak out to stroll around no one’s gonna complain. Besides, just because my dad called us, it’s a homecoming with all the siblings you know. Am I a little kid to him? I‘m done with it.

*he takes a step as he continues*

Ayato: Instead, let’s explore inside. There seems to be something interesting, don’t you think? What’s more, we need to do something about your lame appearance. We should be able to find an alternative to a towel or something hanging around somwhere. Even if it’ll probably be covered in dust.

*you tell him off for calling you lame*

Ayato: Hah? Ayato-sama is looking out for you. Stop complaining. It’ll be bad if your body get’s cold. See, your hand is colder than normal. We need to do something to warm you up.

Ayato: Hm? Heh. Ah, so it’s like that. Then you gotta say it clearly...

*he bends over and whispers in your ear*

Ayato: like: “I want to get hot by getting my blood sucked.”

Ayato: I’m fine with that too, since it’ll warm your body up.

*kisses*

Ayato: You got hotter with only this. Hehe. You’re so obvious. I got thirsty from the running, so if you really ask for it, I’ll suck for you.

*you struggle*

Ayato: You know, this is the part where you should honestly hold out your neck. To reject wihout reservation, haven’t you become arrogant since you’ve become mine?

*you continue struggling*

Ayato: Tch. Well, I’ll only let it this slide this once. So, let’s go explore.

*a heavy door opens as you two walk inside*

Ayato: There is a huge number of them. What are these paintings with a person on them called again?

*you answer*

Ayato: Yes. Yes that’s it. Portraits. Wherever I look, there’re only faces. They did a good job at collecting all these huh. Look. They even got that big one hanging. With this number of paintings, you’ll really start to think something is off. What a nasty hobby.

*you grab his sleeve*

Ayato: What? By any chance, are you scared? Ehehe. I feel like I’ll get to see something interesting if I left you alone here. (T/N: idk gizari?)

Ayato: Hey, what would you do if the paintings started to move?

*you tell him not to joke around like that*

Ayato: It’s not a joke! Look behind you, isn’t that man looking at us?

*a thunderstrike catches you off guard, and you desperately cling to Ayato*

Ayato: Whoa, what are you doing, hugging me like that? Of course it’s a lie.

*you step away*

Ayato: Ahaha. You look really dumb. Falling for this kind of thing, how lame.

*you try to hit him*

Ayato: Whoa, if you want to get back at me, see if you can catch me. Well, I suppose that’s impossible for the stupid chichinashi.

*a weird painting catches your eye*

Ayato: Huh? What’s wrong? You’re making a weird face.

*you point towards it, and Ayato goes to take a closer look*

Ayato: Huh? What is this? Doesn’t this portrait... kinda look like me?

*you nod*

Ayato: You think so too?

*he steps next to it*

Ayato: When I line up like this, it looks pretty similar right?

Ayato: But, who is it that drew me without my permission? And they even hung it up in this run-down museum. Right? Don’t you think it’s mean, chichinashi?

*suddenly, you see the painting move*

Ayato: Hm? What’s wrong?

*you point at the painting and tell him it moved*

Ayato: Idiot. What are you saying? There’s no way a painting could move. Are you still taking that joke from earlier serious?

*it moves again and you tell ayato to look*

Ayato: Like I’m saying, there’s no way that something like that—

*he looks back at the painting*

Ayato: ?!

Ayato’s voice: Haha. So you finally noticed huh.

*the paint comes out of the canvas*

Ayato’s voice: Geez, it was so boring inside the canvas.

Ayato: ... It came out...

Ayato 2: What are you making that stupid face for? Coming out or doing whatever, that’s for me to decide.

Ayato: As if! There’s no way a painting can move or come out. And even taking on the same appearance as me. You make me feel super weird.

Ayato 2: Well sorry about that. But what can I do about it. I’m you’re portrait after all.

Ayato: It’s even able to talk normally... What’s going on here?

*you ask him what’s happening*

Ayato: Even if you ask me, I have no clue. Let me tell you, it’s not like I’ve done anything okay? That thing just started moving on its own accord.

*Ayato faces his copy again*

Ayato: I mean, if you’re a painting then stay in your painting! It’s a headache if you come out.

Ayato 2: You’re the one who’s a headache. Entering without even paying the entrance fee.

Ayato: Entrance fee? Heh. There’s nothing in this shabby museum to pay for. There’re only faces wherever you look, there’s nothing interesting at all.

*you call out to him*

Ayato: What? It’s the truth! It’s just looking at damn boring faces, what’s there to enjoy about?

Ayato 2: Tch. What a vexing bastard. Don’t enter if you don’t even undestand art. Well, I guess it can’t be helped if you’re already inside. But, I can’t just let you go back for free. Since you’ve already stepped inside, you’ll have to pay the right price for it. Which is yourself.

Ayato: What?

Ayato 2: So, I’m saying, I’m taking your lives as the entrance fee. Get eaten by this museum.

Ayato: What?

Ayato 2: You’re arrogant so you look distasteful, but that woman looks super delicious.

Ayato: Tch. So you’re a man-eating painting. I don’t know what kind of moster you are, but I know now that you’re a up to no good.

Ayato: Chichinashi. We’re getting out immediately.

Ayato 2: As if I’d let you escape!

*the door through which you came closes shut*

Ayato: ?! The exit!

Ayato 2: You’re for later. Firstly...

*teleports to you*

Ayato 2: I’ll start with this woman.

Ayato 2: Now, you’ll be coming with me.

Ayato: ?! Hold up you bastard!

Ayato 2: As if I’d wait, idiot.

*a door creaks open and the fake ayato pulls you through as he talks to you*

Ayato 2: You too don’t shout. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Just the two of us.

T/N: “Koko ni omae wo gizari ni shitara, omoshiroi mon ga mirare sou dana.” I can’t figure out what gizari means. Maybe I’m mishearing it. By all means tell me if you know.

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Track 2 - Aggressive fangs pierce

*Thunder and running footsteps echo through the hallway*

Ayato: Shit. No matter what door I open, they’re all similar floors. No matter where I look, portraits, portraits. Are they ridiculing me?

Ayato: That sadistic bastard, where did he go? Kidnapping her like that, I’ll never forgive him!

*he punches a portrait that then falls on the ground*

Ayato: If something happens to her I will not show any mercy!

——————

*a punch is heard somewhere else*

Ayato 2: Tch. That bastard, going wild inside. What’s he doing to the valuable exhibitions?

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: You too, till when are you gonna struggle. Do you think you can get away from me?

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: Shut up, you lowly prey.

*you tell him you’re not prey*

Ayato 2: Heh. If you’re not prey then what is this smell? The moment you came in here, there was a strong strange smell spreading around. A very delicious and sweet smell. It’s like asking to please eat me. Now I’m closer I can really tell. The flowing blood under this thin skin, it's special isn't it? I'm looking forward to see what it tastes like.

*you beg him not to take your blood*

Ayato 2: What? My objective isn't just blood. I told you right? I'm taking your life as entrance fee. I'm gonna eat your whole body, without leaving behind the meat and bones.

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: He~ You're making a nice expression. The face of despair, I can't get enough of it. I planned to eat you immediately, but I changed my mind. It's boring to just finish my meal quickly, so let's enjoy this a little.

*he steps closer*

Ayato 2: As you wish, I'll suck your blood.

*you protest*

Ayato 2: It's like a little taste testing before eating. Feel honoured, you'll be able to feel ore-sama's fangs.

*you struggle to get away*

Ayato 2: Is that supposed to be a protest? It only seems to me that you're looking forward to it. Sure, struggle as much as you like. But...

*he steps closer to close the gap again*

Ayato 2: If I’ll be rough with my fangs, it won’t be my problem.

*he bites and sucks your blood*

Ayato 2: What is this? It’s super delicious. You, you’re not some ordinary human, are you? I won’t let you go until I’ve sucked you dry.

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: Tch. You’re still gonna resist? Even though you’re never gonna win from me.

*he pins you down*

Ayato 2: See, try to run away now. If you can do that while being pinned down that is.

*you try to get out of his grip*

Ayato 2: Hehe. What are you wriggling around for? Are you inviting me?

*he whispers into your left ear*

Ayato 2: Now you understand, right? You can’t run away. You have no choice but to be devoured by me.

Ayato 2: ?! The smell changed? Perhaps, are you feeling good by being driven into a corner? Ha. To feel this, are you a masochist? So you’ve been trained by that vampire. Well, that’s what I thought first, but it’s probably always been a trait of yours. See? Just by licking your throat...

*he licks you*

Ayato 2: Hehe. You’re too sensitive. Interesting. What will happen if I touch other places?

*you tell him to stop*

Ayato 2: Don’t tell me to stop. I’m telling you I will play with you. Stay still.

Ayato 2: I get it. I just have to immobilise you. Hey, face this way.

*he kisses you*

Ayato 2: Ah. Well, I’m sorry that my kiss tastes like paint. I’m a portrait after all. Even so, I’m not an ordinary paint. The accumulation of magic inside the canvas, my body is made out if magic. A part of that flowed into you. Do you know what will happen?

*you start to lose control of you body*

Ayato 2: Ah, so it’s already spread throughout your body. You’re restraint now and can’t move right? With my power, I’ve gotten control of your body from the inside. You like this kind of stuff right? I’ll make it so your mouth can move so tell me: “Getting the freedom of my body stolen by force makes me happy”.

*you refuse and stay silent*

Ayato 2: Tch. What are you keeping silent for? Do you even understand the situation you’re in? Because I didn’t receive a proper entrance fee, you’re now exposing your neck, you know. Ah. I guess your neck isn’t enough. Show me the other easy places to bite.

*he moves some of your clothes out of the way*

Ayato 2: A nice voice finally came out. But it only has an opposite effect. Prey that scream only makes me want to take my time to torture them more. See? You look great.

*he comes closer*

Ayato 2: While you act like you dislike it, the sweet smell has grown stronger. It seems intoxicating. Now, where shall I sink my fangs in? Your lower side or so may be nice. If I penetrate you really deeply it’ll be very painful. I won’t show mercy to some prey.

*he kisses your skin*

Ayato 2: Hehe. What are you getting scared for? Did you think you would suddenly get bitten? As if I’d do something so wasteful. Such an inviting person is really rare, so I’ll take my time to dote on you.

*you glare at him*

Ayato 2: Even if you glare at me like that, I’m telling you it’s useless. Your whole body has become sensitive right? Just by tracing your arm like this, you start to shiver. As you start to get scared, your expression has become nice. What’s more, despite being scared, you’re feeling it. What a woman. You’ve become impatient by now right? Try saying: “Please suck my blood”.

*you refuse*

Ayato 2: What a conceited one. It seems like you don’t understand your place as a prey. If you want get treated meanly that badly, I’ll be stricter. I’ll let you fully enjoy the taste of my fangs.

*he bites you and sucks your blood*

Ayato 2: Drinking blood like this is good too huh. Let’s see how much you’ll cry out.

*he bites you again as you struggle*

Ayato 2: That’s right. Be more afraid. Entertain me. When I’m bored with playing with you I’ll eat your whole body.

*a loud bang went through the room as glass shattered to the floor*

Ayato: *panting heavily* Finally... found you! You sadistic bastard!

*Ayato throws a big piece of glass at the fake Ayato*

Ayato 2: Argh!

*Ayato lunges forward to attack the paint Ayato and they start to fight*

Ayato 2: You bastard, how dare you do that! You’ve destroyed the exhibition!

Ayato: Heh. The one who left it randomly in the corridor is at fault.

*Ayato turns to you*

Ayato: Chichinashi, you’re alive right?

*you were barely able to give a response*

Ayato: Geez, don’t give me trouble like that. Hurry up and wake up.

*you can’t move*

Ayato: Shit. Then stay put.

*he picks you up*

Ayato: I’m gonna carry you like this and run!

*Ayato runs away with you*

Ayato 2: That bastard, like I’d let you escape!

*the fake Ayato teleports*

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