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#that makes her want to burst out laughing bc there's no way half of the stuff they're talking about actually happened
supercutszns · 3 months
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Hi!! Just had to drop in and say I LOVED your Luke fic and I can’t wait for more. I would love protective Luke with hurt/comfort, if that sounds interesting at all. Thanks for sharing your writing!!! 🌸
fighting chance; luke castellan
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wc + pairing: 4.2k, luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader
synopsis: when an enemy takes advantage of your kindness during capture the flag, luke intervenes with a sword in hand.
warnings: a creepy boy👎, threats/harm to reader, she’s going through it, blood/injuries (nothing major), angry ANGRY luke, violence, lots of fluff/reassurance at the end<3
notes: thank you SO much for your kind words & your request!! hurt/comfort is my bread and butter my favourite fic genre of all time i think. & protective luke is just a bonus bc he’s already crazy so it can go as far as i want🤭 i’m not exactly sure what this turned into but if i fix it any more i'm going to go insane so hope you like it!
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You’re not much of a fighter.
That alone is a normal thing to admit—plenty of people don’t like violence, the frisson of a challenge, the bruises that come with them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Unless you’re a child of Ares.
People at camp often ridicule your gentle nature when they see you with your half-siblings. They’re all gritted teeth and sharp edges, born warriors that take up all the space they can get. You, on the other hand, are lousy with weapons and even lousier with your fists. You’re quiet, attentive. While your siblings charge into battle without second thought you stay back, flitting around to adjust armour, change out weapons, oversee the terrain. Planning isn’t Ares’ style so you’re pretty much useless but nobody wants to admit it. You’re usually mistaken as a child of Hephaestus or Athena.
Unfortunately, you are a child of Ares, through and through—just in none of the ways that matter.
There are rare times your father’s influence peeks through. Not with bursts of rage or fists flying, but with thoughts. And sometimes those thoughts turn into words. Well, not sometimes. One time. This one.
The evening before the camp’s Capture the Flag game, every cabin gathered around the bonfire past dinner. To burn offerings, to chat, or in Luke Castellan’s case, to admire.
He watches you laugh with Clarisse from a distance. The Ares cabin leader always had a certain fondness for you. When Luke first started dating you he had to ask Clarisse for her blessing beforehand just to be sure she wouldn’t kill him. He’d do it a million times over just for the moment you look back, your face warming when you catch his stare. He rolls his eyes at you to lessen his smile, but he’s not sure it works. You giggle and turn back to your friend.
He’s always loved your softness; your capacity to defend and not attack. Your body rejects any skill you could possibly develop for violence. Believe him, he’s tried to teach you sword fighting, but the last time he gave you a lesson you nearly impaled yourself thirty seconds in. He loves your wit and your tenderness, your proficiency at preventing conflict, your refusal to argue. But a selfish part of him loves the fact that he’s your protector even more.
The night wears on with the flickers of fire and friendly banter. One of the times Luke looks back at you, his brows wrinkle. There’s a guy talking to you. A group of them, actually, but there’s one clearly leading the pack. Some Aphrodite kid. Luke’s jaw twitches.
“Hey, princess,” the voice makes you pull away from your talk with Clarisse, but you’re confused. Luke is the only one that calls you that.
“Um, me?” You ask when you see the boy in front of you. He’s tall, chest puffed out. It’s not an endearing silhouette. “What’s up?”
“You wanna be on my team for Capture the Flag tomorrow?” He asks nonchalantly.
You laugh politely, “Sorry, but I don’t think we’re allied with Aphrodite tomorrow. That’s your cabin, isn’t it?” You feel bad that you can’t remember—his face is so … plain.
He chuckles back, but it’s a lot less nice. “No, doll, that’s not what I mean.” He steps a little too close, and even though you know Clarisse is behind you it feels like she’s a thousand miles away. “Well,” he drawls, a smirk drawn out, “you meet me in the forest after we start, and then we can … you know. Confer.”
“Confer?”
“Yeah. You get what I mean, pretty girl, don’t play dumb.”
A revulsion coats your gut. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that,” you say as firmly as you can.
“What, pretty or dumb? Why not both?”
It’s demeaning, the way he says it, and it stirs a temper in your stomach you know you inherited from your father. You’re not big on confrontation. Or embarrassment. But this weirdo is talking to you out in the open and people are starting to stare. He wouldn’t dish it out if he can’t take it, right?
“I’ll pass on your offer. I have a boyfriend and I’m actually on his team tomorrow, so I’d rather confer with him, sorry.” Your hands wring together but you do your best to quell them, imagining it’s the string of Luke’s camp necklace, threaded between your fingers. You try to look for him out of the corner of your eye.
He snickers, even though it’s common knowledge you and Luke have been together for months now. “So you are dumb, huh?” He tries to smirk and you assume is supposed to be sexy, but it’s just gross. His hand tries to slide around your waist.
“Don’t touch me, please,” you hit his hand away. Your skin is crawling and the knot inside you tightens.“Just leave me alone. People are looking, you know.”
“We could go somewhere where nobody looks,” he sneers, and the grin on his face is so sleazy that you just can’t stand it anymore.
You pray to your father for strength. And to yourself for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, are you stupid or something? I told you, no.” You snap. “Maybe you’re the pretty dumb one, but for a child of Aphrodite it’s shocking how little the first one applies.”
His eyes are wide, and the posse he’d assembled behind him has attracted quite the view. You almost feel like crying, all these eyes on you, but you’re so sick of people thinking they can walk all over you just because you’re not like your siblings.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m just trying to be nice—” He grabs your wrist as you leave but you yank it hard.
“Don’t. Touch me.” People are staring at you now, but the only one you care about is Luke, who looks equally ticked and equally proud, and all you want to do is kiss him. “Hope the only time we confer tomorrow is if somebody’s sword is at your throat.”
It’s the last thing you say to him. He starts to go after you but Luke is already at your heels. “Back off, man.” You can spot how all his muscles are already rearing themselves for a fight. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and he meets your eyes. Not now.
The altercation is lost the second the two of you leave the bonfire. Nothing matters when Luke has you in his arms, kissing you outside of your cabin, telling you how damn beautiful you looked.
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You’re fixing a new Ares boy’s armour when Luke finds you. “Hey, angel,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. He relishes in the way your face heats up. “You ready for battle?”
You smile, “Always.” You pat the kid on the cheek and send him on his way. He gnashes his teeth and roars, joining his siblings at the front. Luke catches the longing in your expression.
“All good?” He asks gently.
It takes you a second for your eyes to meet his. “Mmhm,” you swallow. “Just hope his armour doesn’t fall off.”
Luke sighs for a moment, then wraps his arms around you. “He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Be safe, okay? Stay close.” He kisses your temple, rubbing circles on the nape of your neck.
“Yes sir,” you reply against his chest. His insides flutter.
He pulls your face up to his and kisses you, tender and wanting. “Let’s show these hooligans who’s boss,” he quips.
“You’ll show them. I’ll hide in the woods until some idiot comes along and tries to ambush you.”
Your dulcet tone has him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. “You’ve always got my back,” he croons, kissing your brow.
“And you’ve always got our flag.”
You kiss him again and he lets you slip out of his arms no matter how badly he wants to keep you there forever. He watches you vanish into the trees, and his heart goes with you.
He gears up with his team and the horn sounds. Game on.
There’s yelling, sweat, adrenaline, and Luke embraces it all like a man starved. This is his chance to be ruthless, to let all his untapped rage cycle through him. This is why he’s unstoppable. This is why he’s the best.
Clarisse is unusually cooperative today, but competent as always, and whenever someone’s weapon breaks or they lose their team she just barks at them to go find you. You, the smartest person in Ares, who can mend a weapon with nothing but blades of grass and determination. Luke is pretty sure your cabin would be lost without you. He wonders if you know.
The groove of the game has fully enthralled him. He’s alert, his wrist nimble, his sword a living, breathing part of him. There’s almost nothing that can take him out of his victory path until he hears one of the younger campers tell Clarisse he can’t find you anymore.
Whatever nincompoop he’s dealing with is left groaning on the floor. “What?” He barks, hand flexing around his sword. “Where is she?”
“Probably just moved,” Clarisse grunts as she kicks back an opposing camper. “She knows where everything is. Maybe she’s—oof—safer.”
“But how am I supposed to fix my spear?” The kid frowns.
Luke runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and laden with salt. He told you to stay close. Where would you go? “I’ll find her,” he decides, already sheathing his sword to walk towards the trees.
“Luke—”
“I’ll find her!”
He barely pays attention to the calamity going on around him. With a flick of his wrist he knows he can take out any person he wants. The second he gets to the trees, where the air is cooler, it’s startling how much quieter it is. No wonder this is your preferred hiding spot.
He thanks the quiet a thousand times over because if it had been any louder he wouldn’t have heard you scream.
It’s so short it’s almost indiscernible, but he knows it’s you based on how his body movies before his brain does. It snaps something in him, the adrenaline transformed into something acerbic, determined.
“Don’t fucking scream again.” A cluster of boys are stationed around you. You’re leaning back in the dirt. You barely feel the earth sticking to your skin. Just your heart jostling madly, your fingertips shaking in the ground beside you. “Okay, I won’t, just put the sword down—”
The snarling Aphrodite boy from last night takes a swing at you, and you scramble back just enough to avoid it. “No can do, doll.” His face is twisted with rage. The lackeys he had when you told him off are there too, cornering you against a cluster of trees like you’re some caged animal. There’s a dagger clenched in one of your dirt-ridden fists but you know it won’t do you any good. You can’t fight; you don’t have it in you. But these boys do. And they’re angry.
“Tell me where the flag is,” he orders. The tip of his blade comes under your chin, fogging up with the labours of your breath, your head pressed against the trunk of a tree.
You stutter, “You’re not—You’re not supposed to threaten like this—”
“You embarrassed me in front of all those people yesterday,” he cuts you off. “Thinking you’re so fucking smart. I didn’t even say anything that big a deal but you run your mouth to the entire camp and make me look like the idiot. I thought you were nice.”
The words are laced with poison. You know from the wild look in his eyes that this isn’t about the flag at all.
Tears sting your eyes and the sword grazes your throat. Of course this is happening to you. The one time you feel your father’s rage, when you exemplify the thing you’re told to be, you are punished.
You are never going to be the right kind of daughter.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you try to say it evenly, but your breath is so ragged it’s barely audible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that.” You mean it, but they won’t care.
The boy’s face looks pleased at your tears. It makes you inexorably ashamed. “Some fucking Ares kid,” he snorts. “Can’t even fight, can you? Can’t even pretend to.” His sword leaves your throat and travels up to your quivering jaw. You’re wordless, white-knuckling the dagger at your side, praying that Luke is somewhere nearby.
“No wonder they stash you back here. You’re useless.” His eyes scan every part of you, and the idea of him knowing what you look like forever is so revolting it makes you want to vanish. “Too bad you’re alone, though. Nobody’s gonna know I was here because nobody’s gonna hear you.”
Your eyes get wide, and something in your mind rumbles through you like an engine. An urge buried in your blood.
Your dagger tears into his leg just as his sword dashes your arm. The pain is sharp, stinging, but the boy winces and you know you hurt him too. It gives you just enough time to roll out of the way as he lurches forward. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He swears.
Blood drips onto your shorts, splotched with tears. You know you can’t go anywhere because his friends are here and you’re almost certain you’ll be maimed, but you tried. At least you tried.
The Aphrodite boy picks his sword back up, stalks towards you, and then freezes.
Because Luke has just spotted you. And he’s spotted the boy that has you on the ground.
And he’s the best fucking swordsman Camp Half-Blood has seen in three hundred years.
“If you don’t get away from her right now I’m putting this through your skull.” He emerges from the foliage, his sword raised, sweat dripping down his face. You have never seen anyone look angrier. He has never felt angrier.
The boy blanches, and Luke sees how easily his lapdog friends shrink in his presence. Good.
“Woah, easy,” the boy holds his hands up in mock surrender and tries to flash a smile but it’s just fucking pathetic. His arms are shaking and his throat bobs about a million times. “We’re just playing the game.”
“Like hell you are,” Luke spits. “You gang up on my girlfriend and you expect me to believe this is fair play? Want me to tie you all together and push one of you off a cliff to keep the spirit going?”
“Didn’t know she was yours,” the boy tries to shrug but again, it’s a miserable attempt that only makes Luke feel stronger.
“Not that it matters but yes, you do,” Luke chuckles thickly. “I beat your ass in sword training last week. You know exactly who I am. And I’m sure you know who you are, so it’s obvious you’re playing out of your league here.”
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you still cowering, blood dribbling down your arm. He wants to tear the world apart. “Apologize and maybe I don’t send you to the infirmary.”
“We just want the flag, man,” the boy swallows.
“And I want your head on a stick. Want to see who gets what first?”
It’s too provocative an insult for a moron like this to ignore, so soon Luke has the pleasure of disarming five bitter boys that have clearly never been good at a single thing in their life. He tears through them like sheets of paper, knocking them to the dirt, ripping their clothes. He thinks of you, just you, your honest heart and patient hands, and it’s enough to fuel him for a millennia.
The last boy, the leader, is at Luke’s mercy, and he has none to give. The flat of Luke’s blade is pressed horizontally against the boy’s neck, an angering similarity to the position he had you in earlier. “If you ever do this again, I’m going to kill you.”
“You’re—fucking—crazy—” The boy wheezes, the length of the blade squeezing his throat against a tree trunk. “I’ll—I‘ll tell Chiron.”
Luke has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from doing something he regrets. “Oh yeah? You want me to tell Chiron how you harassed and terrorised a girl in the middle of the forest all in the name of play? Want me to tell him what you said to her last night at the campfire? Because I’m sure it won’t take much for him to get rid of your ugly face as it is, and I’m a camp counsellor.”
He knows it’s not the most morally correct use of his title. He knows he might be stepping over the line. But he also knows you’re always being ignored or trampled over and he’s tired of pretending like he doesn’t give a damn. He’s tired of people trying to force you into something you’re not. Of you crying in his bed at night because they’re trying to drag a violence out of you that isn’t there. Always in the name of fucking play.
Luke takes the sword off the boy’s neck and shoves him backwards. His calf is bleeding, not a deep wound, but a wound nonetheless, and Luke is full of pride when he realizes you did that. The boy’s bad leg makes him wobble and fall at the force of the push. Luke enjoys watching the scramble. “I—I was just trying to be nice, it’s not my fault she took it the wrong way!” The boy flails his hands in the air, rising to his feet again, and Luke shoves him down twice as hard. A piece of his shirt tears off in Luke’s hand.
“You’ve gotta stop talking or I really am going to kill you,” he seethes. “Don’t touch her ever again. Go.”
Luke is sure he looks homicidal right now because the guy finally tumbles his way down the hill. His body fades into the distance, swallowed up by shrubbery and sweat.
The second he’s gone Luke tosses his sword and armour and gets back to you. “Shit,” he mutters, kneeling down. You’re still shaking, your head in your arms, and all his hatred morphs into a love so desperate it terrifies him. “Angel, come here. Let me see.” He lifts your face with his hands and scans you rapidly. “Did he hurt you anywhere else? Anywhere?”
“Just my arm,” you whimper. “My arm.”
He knows it’s not the cut that’s hurting you; it’s long, but thin, and it’s not bleeding too thickly. He takes the cloth from the Aphrodite boy’s shirt and wraps it around your arm, knotting it at the end. “All right, that should be better.”
You look at him with watery eyes, and he knows all you need is for him to hold you. He folds you in his arms and leans against a stump. You can’t get close to him fast enough. The tip of your nose buries itself in his neck and he feels the dampness of your cheeks on his skin. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m so sorry.”
Guilt swaths over him for a brief moment; he wonders if he shouldn’t have done all that, if he should’ve been more sensible. Then your lips form a ‘thank you’ against his skin and all is forgotten.
You feel so small. The shock is still running its course, so all you can do is cry it out. Your hands still shake when you thread your fingers through Luke’s necklace to steady them. He soothes you the best he can, running his hand along your spine, all the sharpness of his voice softened just for you. “You’re all right, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”
You stay like that for a while. The sounds of the forest return to you; leaves in the wind, birds chirping, Luke’s breath tickling your hair. You crane your head up to nuzzle your nose against the faint stubble of his jaw. “My hero,” you murmur, and feel his skin shift as he smiles.
“Couldn’t have done it without you. Saw the cut you gave him on his leg.” He kisses your temple. “I hope it gets infected.”
You giggle weakly no matter how you try smothering it in his chest. “Gods, you’re awful.”
“He deserves it! I probably should have killed him!”
“You came pretty close, didn’t you?” You mumble. Luke’s expression is wary, but you smile to yourself and it dispels everything. “I was hoping you’d come.”
“Good. Serves them right, messing with you like that. Fucking idiots.” He kisses your face again for good measure, “You sure they didn’t get you anywhere else, princess?”
You nod but you know you look wounded. You nudge into the crook of Luke’s neck again. “They … you know, it’s just … the usual stuff.” Every word weighs a pound as it comes out. Your heart feels sore.
Luke tenses again instantly. “What usual stuff?”
“Um, just—” The shame gets caught in your throat. “They all think I’m useless, Luke. Why can’t I do this right?”
You start to cry again, but he just holds you closer. Sometimes it surprises you how much patience he has. He prides himself as the harsher one between the two of you, but you don’t know who he’s fooling with the way he always knows how to comfort people.
“I don’t know what to do,” you continue, blinking back tears, “I’m not—I’m just not good at this, I don’t know why I’m in Ares, I don’t know why I can’t … be that. Why is he my father? I’m no good at being angry. I want to be angry.”
Luke’s quiet for a moment. Nothing changes except his hand rubbing circles on the nape of your neck again. Then he sighs deeply and says, “You don’t owe your father a damn thing. You don’t owe anyone anything.” He’s resolute, firm, a sharp contrast to his gentle kiss on your hairline. “You’re the smartest, most generous person I know. You need those people in battle. You’ll lose if you don’t.”
The warmth of his skin prompts you to look up at him. He looks different so often, the way he can shift between so tough and so gentle. Sometimes, like now, he’s caught in the middle, the remains of a furious sweat hardening his face, but his eyes are nothing but tender. You think it’s how you like him best.
“Besides, we’re not our parents, right? Who cares about Ares anyway?” Luke shrugs.
“Luke! Don’t say that!” your tears turn into a giggle. “The Gods might punish you!”
“I’ll handle it. There’s enough fight in me for the both of us.”
“Okay, tough guy,” you mutter with a weak smile.
You’re still sniffling. He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, and his gaze softens. “You’re an Ares kid because you are a fighter, angel. You just fight a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. Best one I know. Well, other than me.”
It makes you smile. “So second-best?”
“Tied for first.”
He kisses you with that stupid roguish smile. It’s salty with tears and sweat, but it mends your heart anyway. There is nowhere in the world you’d feel safer.
“I love you,” he says against your cheek. “Be as sweet as you want. If anyone has anything to say about it I’ll mess ‘em up good.” Your face warms as his voice drops to your ear, “And I know you’re an Ares kid because you’ll encourage it every time. You might not have a violent bone in your body, but you sure don’t have a problem with me using mine.”
“Diplomatically, Luke. Diplomatically.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you want.”
You can’t help but kiss him again. You’re not entirely sure why he loves you so much, why you love him so much, but you never feel quite as secure as when you’re with him.
Cheers boom from the other side of camp. Luke’s head perks up like a dog, and you turn back to search for spots of red or blue. “Did we win?” You ask, craning your head to get a better view.
“Don’t care,” Luke says.
You look back at him. His anxious face says it all. “Yes, you do.”
“Okay yes, I do, and I need to see if those douches found our flag so I can choke them out with it.”
You laugh, standing so Luke can jog off to see the state of your team. But before he goes, he picks you up and smothers you in kisses, holding you like you’re his prize.
You are not a fighter, but your boyfriend sure is. And you’re perfectly okay with that.
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groguspicklejar · 6 months
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can I get some gaz headcanons with a sensitive reader and she gets worked up very easily (she also cums very fast bc her sensitivity) love all the gaz appreciation btw 💋
oohh, i love this😍 nsfw!!! (fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex, p in v)
it's especially bad because it's Gaz and anything that man does gets you hot and bothered and he might not even be trying half the time.
he could be doing something as mundane as chopping vegetables and you're salavating because why does he need to look that sexy with a knife? it's not fair.
he didn't notice during the first couple of months of dating because you both wanted to take things slow. but boy, was it agonising. you did well to hide it so he chalked it up to either you being really shy.
how he discovered that you're sensitive? well, it was an accident. courtesy of the traditional makeout session after a wonderful forth date.
his hands were all over you when you were on his lap, groping your ass and thighs through the tight dress, pulling you closer to grind on him. he swallowed your little mewls, rocking his hips up to meet yours.
his mouth closes over yours, dragging the length of his clothed shaft over your soaked panties. his fingers slipped under the fabric of your dress, hiking it up to feel more of your warm skin. what he didn't know is that he had unintentionally brought you closer to your orgasm than he had intended. he was startled when you suddenly started to pull away with a faint whine.
"ah— Kyle—" he didn't mean to pull you back, grinding you harder against him. "wait—"
but it was too late. the way your body shudders is all too reminiscent of pleasure flooding the system. your thighs cling to his hips, fingers gripping his button up shirt, muffling a moan into his shoulder until you were spent.
your heavy breaths and the frantic beating of his heart was all he could hear. he's not even sure how that was possible. he didn't touch you, he's certain of that.
there's a quiet moment of sheer disbelief on his end before he shyly asks, "was that what i think it was?"
he instantly feels regretful when you tense up. you make no attempt to look at him as he heard your faint murmur, "sorry..."
your shoulders draw in as you try to slowly move off of him. the forlorn expression on your face broke something in him.
"it's okay, love. hey... look at me..." he pulls you back on his lap, cupping your cheeks. your eyes shut and you try to break free from his hold, but he won't let you. "look at me, angel. s'alright... you're alright."
it's clear that you're embarrassed, but he doesn't think that what just happened is anything to be ashamed of.
finally, when you look at him, your eyes are bleary with tears ready to fall. he places a gentle kiss on your nose, then your forehead. "in my humble opinion... that might be the most erotic thing i've ever seen."
you're silent for a few seconds. then you burst into a quiet laugh mixed with a sniffle as you rub your eye.
"well, i didn't ask." he chuckles into your neck, hugging you a little tighter.
it was such a joy when he found out that your sensitivity was practically off the charts. of course he couldn't resist the urge to tease you just a little bit because how could he not?
"you really like that? just a touch and you're a mess, hm?" you're jolted by the sensation of his fingers curling, grazing that spot inside your soaked cunt. "so sensitive..."
the bastard has the nerve to smile at your reaction. you'd be annoyed if you weren't so wet.
he spreads your legs on his thighs and settles as if he has nowhere else to be. as if he belonged there. your shaky moan echoes into his apartment when he makes gentle circles on your clit, your hand gripping his wrist to slow him down. he's barely touched you and you're already teetering precariously on the edge.
he curses under his breath once more, entranced by the exquisite sight. it's hard to escape his hungry gaze. "fuck, you're so beautiful."
you're truly mesmerising. spread open for him on his bed, pretty eyes dazed and fogged with desire. he likes you like this. trusting him with your vulnerability.
he keeps a slow pace, opting to go easy on you. cautious not to hurt you because you require a gentle touch. he gives your neck a few kisses, nipping your collarbone with his teeth. even then, it still seems like you're on the verge of imploding. he feels your thundering heart when he presses his lips on your chest.
you barely gasp his name as your knees close on his wrist. his eyes widen as your pussy convulses around his fingers. Kyle observes you unravel, ascending to cloud nine. he grins wickedly at this revelation.
nothing was ever the same since. he makes your life hell in all the heavenly ways possible. he takes full advantage of your weakness. in turn, he develops an addiction to touching you everywhere, especially your thighs.
makes you sit on his lap whenever possible and lays his hand on your thigh while the other rubs your back. he'll kiss your neck and nibble on your ear, knowing it'll fluster you and make you squirm while your friends were talking about something.
car rides? one hand grips the steering wheel and the other squeezes your thigh. he'll glare at you if you remove his hand and put it right back, not caring if you're mad at him or if he's mad at you about something. he can't bear not touching you.
he'll even go as far as hugging you from behind and kiss your neck while you're washing the dishes. and then his hands will wander with the full intention of making you horny. it thrills him knowing that it doesn't take much to get you so hot and bothered. it thrills him even more knowing that he's the one who gets to do this to you.
does he end up bending you over the sink to fuck you right then and there? probably. does he care that he might get dishwater all over you and himself? no, absolutely not.
he develops another addiction. the euphoric feeling of you clenching his cock. it's pure heaven. you're not going anywhere before he's wrung one orgasm after another, until the words muddle on your tongue and you can barely string a coherent thought.
"oh, fuck—" your orgasm catches him off guard this time, but he doesn't stop.
the lewd noises draw his attention to your pussy and his mouth waters. your eyes have rolled back, your legs weakened and barely able to hold up at his hips. so he pushes your knees to your chest and drives his hips a little harder.
it's too much for you to handle. you're barreling to your boiling point. the pleasure builds and climbs higher again, threatening to demolish what's left of you.
"K—Kyle..." you whimper helplessly, clawing at his shoulders, making him hiss sharply at the sting of your nails. "i can't—"
he bites his lip at the pain. it makes his cock throb agonisingly. he spreads your legs apart enough for him to lean between them and over you as he holds your wrists above your head.
"just one more, baby." he laments with his free hand rubbing your clit. "give me one more—"
your body tenses as you tip over, a sudden wail falling from your lips when you crash. your pussy squeezes him tight, but it's your desperate cry of his name that drags him down with you. his cum bursts hotly and spills deep, filling you up the way you both need.
his breaths are as shaky as yours but he steals one last wet kiss whilst his cock still throbs inside you.
i may have gotten carried away. sorry i didn't put it in headcannon form. it was already too late by the time Gaz weaseled his way into my head yet again
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hopepetal · 9 months
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Hi I heard about the slightest possibility of Boatem buttercups and just decided to write a tiny thing with it. Short bc I don't have the time or wrist health to write more but I love them ok
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“I still think the dye was a little much,” Pearl commented as she wove flowers together with a masterful hand, “I mean, you're just stealing Jimmy's aesthetic at this point, aren't you?”
Grian huffed softly, rolling his eyes. “I'm showing team spirit, Pearl. And besides, you did...” He gestured toward her wings– feathered and shining a harvest gold. “...whatever that is, to your wings! That's way more than I did!”
“Should I have dyed my hair?” Mumbo asked, glancing up at the two siblings. “I mean, if you two are, well, so spirity...”
Impulse shrugged. “I already have yellow on me, so I think I'm good.”
Scar looked up from where he was helping Mumbo weave his own flower crown. “Well, I think you both look amayzin'. Just like real buttercups! Though Pearl, I'd love to know what sort of illusion magic you used for the whole look.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he beamed. “I'm a curious man, you know!”
Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “A lady never reveals her secrets.”
“That's just unfair,” Grian muttered, “why do you get to keep secrets?”
Impulse smirked. “I think the better question is, why can't you?”
Grian shot him a glare. “I keep more secrets than you know!”
“Sure thing, poultry man.”
Grian squawked, and the rest of the Boatem Buttercups burst out laughing. “That's unfair, I've only told you four!”
Pearl set down her flower crown, raising her eyebrow. “After half of us found out on our own?”
Grian grumbled, going back to working on his flower crown. “You're all so mean to me.”
Scar laughed, reaching out and patting Grian's shoulder. “Aww, G, we don't mean it. I didn't know you were poultry man!”
Mumbo gave him a quizzical look. “Weren't you the first person–?”
“Nope!” Scar interrupted cheerfully. “Oh, Mumbo, you want to do it like this–” He went back to helping Mumbo with his flower crown.
Pearl hummed softly as she continued to make her crown, giving pointers when asked. Finally, upon finishing, she placed it on Impulse's head with a smile. “There ya go!”
Impulse chuckled, and gave Pearl the crown he'd been working on. “Just in time, apparently.”
Grian placed his flower crown on Mumbo's head, and Scar placed his on Grian. Finally finishing with his own crown, Mumbo gently set the crown he made on Scar's head.
“Perfect! Now we're all really the buttercups,” Grian declared.
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Shadows
Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, NonCon to Con-NonCon, Villain!Kirishima (Blood Riot), Villain!Bakugo (Ground Zero), Rough Sex, Audio Voyeurism, Forced Breeding, A Smidge of Suggested KiriBaku. If I’ve Missed Anything Please Let Me Know! Word Count: 4.1k.
Summary: Blood Riot has a bone to pick with your boyfriend, but neither of you could have guessed it would also help you both indulge in a dark fantasy.
-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-
A/N: Just a quick thank you to @/kingkatsuki (not tagging bc I don’t want to be a bother 😅) for giving this a little read over a few months ago. Her comments where an invaluable comfort and lead me to re-write this piece with (hopefully) a little more spice. It’s still not as ‘dark’ as I’d like, but I’m trying. Okay, guys 🤣
Having such an incredible person, not only as a fellow writer, but as a friend is honestly more than I could ask for. Jo is one of the most amazingly talented people i’ve ever met and one of the nicest, most encouraging people on this whole damn site to boot. She’s a credit to all of us, the community and the characters she writes for. We’re not worthy of her, truly. Thank you, Jo! 💕
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Your keys are clutched in your fist before you even leave the building. The metal is cold against your skin as you readjust your grip, the slender stem of the mortice key sticking out from just below your curled palm. Excitement thrums in your veins.
'Do'ya need me to walk you home?' Your colleague, Mirio, smiles pressing a palm to the glass of the lobby door. He stands aside, letting you pass.
'Best not.' You arc your eyebrows, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, anxious to get going.
'It's just – It's dark and y'know...' He swallows, throat bobbing as he flashes a grin and steps closer lowering his voice to a whisper. '… That villain was seen a few blocks from here. You don't want to risk running into the likes of him on your own.'
You resist the urge to laugh, biting down on your lip hard to stop the chuckle that threatens to bubble up your throat. That, you don't tell him, is exactly what you want. 'I'll be fine.'
'Are you sure?' Pulling a hand from his pocket, Mirio reaches out tapping his fingers against your elbow. 'I'm pretty good company.'
Forcing a smile to your lips, you take a measured step away. 'I'm meeting my boyfriend. I think I'll be fine.'
Instantly, Mirio's face bursts into flames. 'Oh.' He looks at his shoes, then back up again – a faint dusting of rose still clear on his cheeks.
'Well, I should get going then. Make sure you get home safe, yeah?'
'See you next week.' Throwing up a small wave, you turn, not bothering to wait for him to return your pleasantry before you're almost bolding down the road.
It's a nice-enough night. There are a few clouds lingering in the sky, dragged along by a steady breeze that bites at the tips of your elbows and knees. Quiet consumes the street, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night taxi fare and the consistent tap-tap-tap of your heels as you hurry as fast as your half-freezing legs can carry you.
You're barely half-way home when something moves in the darkness behind you. The pool of light offered by the street-lamps are no match for the pitch that obscures anything more than a few feet from each island of safety. Even if you wanted to see anything lingering in the night, you're not sure you'd be able to.
Swallowing, you resist the urge to run as your senses kick into high-gear. With your heart jack-rabbiting in your chest, it's hard to hear the tell-tale crunching of boots on concrete, but you know they're there. Hauling in a breath, you clutch your keys tighter and then, take a very deliberate left turn down a thin, dingy alleyway. You're barley a dozen steps in when you hear the footsteps stop. A shadow looms over you, blocking out the fragile light of the moon. The hairs on your body prickle as goose-flesh coats your arms, but you don't turn around: not yet.
'What do we have here?'
The voice sends a shiver of pure ice down your spine. Your throat constricts, stomach dropping through the floor as a new, very real fear wraps around your lungs.
That isn't the voice of your boyfriend.
Within seconds the footsteps start up again. They creep forward, each step bringing with it the grind of rubber and the dull clank of metal. The shadow on the concrete stretches, swelling as it swallows more and more of the alleyway in front of you. 'Dangerous for a silly, little thing like you to be out this late. Didn't anyone tell you...'
You can feel his breath on your neck as he spits his words onto your skin. There's a low growl, something that reverberates in his throat and then he's leaning down and speaking right beside your ear. '… There's a villain on the loose.'
Spinning on a heel, you readjust your keys in your hand before driving the blunt edge of your key into his chest, but as soon as it collides with hardened skin it snaps.
There's a low chuckle from above you. 'Got some fight in you, huh?’
Your mouth runs dry.
Blood Riot is a sight to behold. Towering above you with ease, his chin tilted down, you can just make out the flash of a dark, split tongue as he flicks it out to lick at his teeth. A mane of deep red frames his face, falling down his back in rough waves that cut off just below his shoulders. His costume leaves little to the imagination, giving you full view of his broad chest and the thick layer of black hair that trails between bulging muscles before dipping below the waistband of his belt.
'Am I a disappointment?' He cocks his head. 'You where expecting someone else, weren't you?.. Ground Zero is a little tied up, I'm afraid.'
'He knows I'm here...' Taking another step backwards, you try and control the hammering in your chest. 'He'll -'
'Oh, sweetheart.' Sucking air over his teeth, Kirishima groans before crowding you in. He pins you to the wall effortlessly, a large hand around the base of your neck. There's no pressure, not yet, but that doesn't stop him from squeezing experimentally with thick fingers to hear you squeak. 'He isn't coming to save you...' He leans in, breathing on your cheeks. 'You see... Your little boyfriend has been getting in my way. I’ve tried to warm him, sweetheart, I have, but you know how stubborn he can be and now… Well, now I think it's time I taught him a lesson.'
'What did you...' The stone in your stomach sinks making swallowing difficult, but even before you've attempted to lift your leg to kick out at him, he's pressing his bulk against you.
Calloused fingers drag up the outside of your thigh, catching against the hem of your skirt and dragging the material upwards. 'Lucky for me, it looks like having a big, bad villain for a boyfriend is making you get a bit brave walking about in the dark.' A smile curls his lip showing pointed teeth that shine centimetres from your face. 'It's almost as if you're looking for trouble, huh?'
'Please.' Fear drips down your spine until it begins to pool in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the heat of him press in and radiate through your body. Hand reaching for your pocket, you struggle to pat at the side of your jacket trying and failing to place your phone.
'Nah-ah-ah.' Kirishima slips the device from your fingers before they even gain purchase. His hand tightens around it, hardened skin rippling as his fist cracks, but before he can crush the thing entirely, he relaxes again. 'Actually...'
Licking the top row of his teeth, something vicious flashes in his eyes as he drops the device to your hand and forces your thumb against it. Keeping one hand clenched around your throat, he scrolls through your phone lazily before grinning and lifting it to his ear. He bites his lip and rocks his eyes upwards as the dull ringing of a phone-call drifts through the speakers.
'Fuck... Fuck, baby – baby, are you -.' Bakugo sounds like he's been running. His breath hitches on each inhale, the exhales rough and shaky as he grunts and swallows down spit.
'N'aww, are we doing pet names now... Honey?' Kirishima's voice is sickly sweet when he giggles down the phone, tilting his head and narrowly avoiding twisting his hair around a finger.
Metal rattles, the sounds of struggling growing louder until a rage-filed snarl echoes over the line. 'Riot, what the fuck did you do?'
'Oh, so that's a no on the pet names?'
'I swear if you hurt a fucking hair on her head, I will -.'
'Baby...' Kirishima purrs. 'I'm not going to hurt her... 'm going to fucking ruin her.' Turning his attention back on you, he pushes in close making sure you can feel the large swell of his cock as it fills out his pants. It had taken weeks for him to think up an appropriate punishment for Bakugo's little trespasses, but now watching as fear swims in your eyes, he's very glad he landed on this.
Bakugo yells, thrashing violently, but any words are lost to his anger.
'You'll never make it in time, princess...' Leaning in, Kirishima breathes over your neck nosing at the turn of your jaw close enough that he knows your squeaking is seeping down the phone and into Bakugo's ears on the other end. He flicks the call to speaker. '… So, I think you should just sit tight and enjoy the show.' Slipping the phone into your shaking hand, he lifts your arm until the speaker is in line with the side of your mouth. He pecks the tip of your nose. ‘Now hold that steady for me so Princess can hear all your pretty little sounds, okay.’ A smile flickers across his face, but it quickly turns sour as hardened cracks fragment his features. ‘Drop it and you won’t like what happens.’
With your heart jack-rabbiting and fear keeping you still, you can’t do anything, but nod. A trail of Bakugo’s expletives seep from the phone, quickly followed by a ragged:
‘I’m coming, baby. Shit. Okay? I’m coming!’
Kirishima’s cock twitches in his pants, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum into his boxers as the combined desperation of you and Bakugo leaks into the air. You sounds so helpless, so weak and easy, ripe for the taking. A chuckle bubbles up his throat as he sinks to his knees with a sickening crunch and all but tears your skirt from your hips. The material hangs limply at either side of your thighs, exposing the thin lace of your underwear. His cock jumps again. 'Now...' Leaning in, he breaths in your cunt relishing in the sweetness as it hits his nose. 'Be a good girl and let me have a taste, yeah?'
You're wet. You can feel it, the steady thrum of your heartbeat as it migrates south and causes you to drip helplessly into your underwear. It sickens you, makes you want to scream, but for some reason... You don't. Instead, it’s a moan that leaps from your lips and meets a cursed ‘Fuck’ from Bakugo’s end.
'No.' Your hand shoots down to his head, nails dragging viciously across his scalp as you fist red locks and attempt to force him back. It takes all of your strength to push him back a few centimetres and even then, your arms shake with the effort. You wriggle, trying to use the solidness of the wall behind you for added leverage, but even that doesn't shift him. 'No. Stop... Please. Stop.'
He growls, ignoring the burning on his head to surge forward again. He mouths at you over the lace of your underwear, using his tongue to taste what little of your slick leaks through.
You squeeze your thighs together and pull at him again, trying in vain to keep your cunt from his face. There's a bottomless well of fear in your stomach, but with each lick of his tongue down your slit, it fills with lust as your body betrays you.
'It's kind of cute.' Chuffing, he plants a soft kiss on your thigh and follows it with a harsh nip. 'You thinking you've got any choice here.' His hands slide up your legs, thumbs twisting against your pelvis to pin you down before he forces your thighs aside and slings them lazily over his shoulders.
A yelp leaves your throat as you're hauled further up the wall and held there. With your thighs held apart by his head, his hands creep further up your body. One stays put at your pelvis, stopping your attempts to buck yourself off your new found podium, while the other stretches up to grip the collar of your shirt. He rips the material with little qualm, his palm instantly ducking under your bra to grope at your chest.
'That's better.' Diving into your cunt, he uses his teeth to tear through your underwear before flicking his tongue against your clit. He's ravenous. The dull beating of your fist on the back of his neck are mere annoyances, the broken bleating of your chorus of 'No, please, stop' nothing, but an encouragement that makes his cock bob.
Your cunt clenches, desperate as his tongue slips between your folds and you cry out, unable to silence it behind your lips. 'Stop – Fuck – Please... I – Don't... I'll do anything, just – stop, please. You don't have to.. I'll tell Katsuki to stop... Please.' You're a broken record, but the words spill over your lips as you force your body to struggle on, wiggling only to be pinned down harder in retaliation. Panicked, the phone slips from your hand and clatters to the floor as you try with the strength of both arms to shove him away. It doesn’t work.
He pops off your clit and licks his lips. There’s a darkness consuming the red of his eyes when he glares up at you between your legs. ‘I told you not to drop that…’
‘I -.’ There’s a storm in your chest, one that has you almost delirious with fear. ‘I’m sorry. I -.’
Clenching his jaw, Kirishima licks a thick stripe up your slit and revels in the way your eyes almost roll back in your head. ‘I’ll forgive it, this time, but now I’m going to have to fuck you even harder so your little boyfriend can still hear me using his toy. Okay?’
Your nose flares, cunt clenching and dropping onto his knees below. The words this time run on a frantic loop in the back of your head.
The pressure of your thighs squeezing his head is making him dizzy, but that's nothing compared to the violent wave of lust that threatens to consume him when he looks up and sees the tears wetting your cheeks. He's sure you haven't even noticed, too overcome with the way his tongue had been carving out a space inside, but that just gives him an idea. Leaning over to towards the discarded phone, he shouts. 'Your girl tastes good, baby...'I do have a question though, you ever fuck her so hard she cries? Or, is my tongue just that good.'
'Riot... I fuck -.' An small explosion interrupts his words, quickly followed by another. The footsteps stop. On the line, Bakugo's voice is quieter, hoarse as he pants and fumbles with something… ‘Shit. I -.’ Skin slips against skin. Bakugo’s breath hitches. ‘I’ll be there, baby. I’m coming - okay… I -.’
There's a smirk overtaking his feature's at once. 'I'm impressed you managed to escape. Shall we see if I can make her cum on my cock before you get here?' Releasing your hip he's quick to unzip his pants and pull himself free. The cold air hits his cock, making him hiss, but he doesn't waste any more time before he's standing and taking you with him.
You're bent in half as he stands. Your legs slip off his shoulders, only to get trapped between your chest and his and you have to bite your lip as your muscles complain at the stretch. A wave of excitement rocks through you as he man-handles you, bends and positions you any way he pleases without so much as a request. It makes your stomach writhe into knots and your thighs shake with anticipation of his next move.
'Sounds like your boyfriends a little caught up, sweetheart.’ There’s a knowing flash in his eyes. ‘Shame he's not gonna get here in time.' Leaning in close, he gropes at your ass, squeezing plush flesh in his hand before wrapping a hand around his cock. He gives himself a cursory tug, smooths his shaft with the thick pre-cum coating the tip and lines himself up. 'Gonna make such a pretty little cock sleeve for me, baby. Aren't you?' He breathes it against your ear wrapped in a moan before forcing the tip past your entrance.
You scream. 'No – fuck, big, too, too big. It's...' Words jam in your throat as new tears spring to your eyes. 'It hurts... Fuck, please – it hurts.' His cock bullies its way inside of you, stretching your cunt to fit. It burns, stings as the head presses to your cervix and then, all you feel is pure, blinding pleasure. A moan bubbles over your lips, transforming into another dull scream.
He shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Rolling his hips once, he forces you to feel him, forces you to hiccup and swallow down the shake in your body as he carves out a new space inside of you. 'You can take it, baby, c'mon... Open up for me, that’s a good girl.'
From the phone, a garbled cry drifts into the air. The noise makes Kirishima smile, even if you’re too entrenched in the feel of him to notice.
Deep red lines blemish his skin as you scratch and tear at his shoulders. You're helpless, but that doesn't stop you trying. This, like all of your other theatrics, does little to phase him, even when your nails break the skin and you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you when you get desperate and claw at his neck.
'Look at you...' You're squeezing him already, your thrashes weakening by the second as moans and yelps pool in your throat. The tears have made your eyes glassy and dug out divots in your foundation, causing your cheeks to grow streaky with skin and smeared mascara, but he can't help thinking that you look beautiful like this. 'Already cock-drunk... What happened to that fight, huh? Just took a decent cock and you're panting like a bitch.' His tongue creeps from behind his lips, licking up the stream of wet that trails down your cheek. 'You hear that, Princess? Hear how pretty she's singing for me?'
From his pocket more explosions sound, dull expletives slipping into the air. It sounds like Bakugo is finally running again.
Nothing breaks through the fog and hiccups blocking your throat. He's right. You're cock-drunk. Totally at his mercy as your cunt clings to him, drooling as it takes everything he has to give. Thoughts of Bakugo cloud your mind. He's out there, now... Racing across the city to save you and yet… Part of you isn't sure you want to be saved.
Pleasure bubbles violently inside of you as you're given more than you've ever had to take, but with each rough thrust, each burning moan earned from your chest you're unable to deny how fucking good he feels. You moan, freely, for the first time letting your head rock back as his cunt presses to the spongy parts of your cunt and makes you feel like you might burst.
'Fuck.' He hisses when you clench around him, but doesn't stop. He can't. It's too good. Mind racing, he fucks up into you with increasingly rough thrusts, not caring about how deeply he's plunging inside of you: you're here to be used after all. A growl bubbles in his chest as he feels the tell tale tug of his balls pulling taught. 'You're gonna look so good dripping with me.'
His words feel like ice water down your back. 'No.' Your breath catches in your throat and you hope it sounds more like fear that the violent excitement that clenches in your stomach. 'No, please. Not inside – don't. I don't -.'
Knocking his forehead against yours, he barres his teeth, ignoring your pleas. 'Gonna give you and Zero a little Riot, huh? No way I'm pulling out of this, baby. No fucking way.'
Your orgasm takes you out of nowhere. It crashes against you in waves, causing your head to bang back against the wall as you cunt milks him, almost begging for his release. The force of it makes your head swim as he fucks your through it, prolonging your high for what feels like infinity. You're shaking, you're sure of it, your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as you quake and shiver, eyes rolling back and straining the muscle behind.
'Look at you, look – ah, shit.' His hips stutter for a moment, stilling as his cock spurts into life coating your insides with thick, creamy white. He's not sure if it was the fucked-out look in your eyes as you came harder than he's ever seen or if it's the power that courses through him having you pinned and vulnerable like this, but he has to harden his knees to keep him upright. With a final thrust, he stills completely struggling to catch his breath.
It's weak, a noise sounding more like a whimper than words that echoes in the back of your throat. You're not sure what you're asking for. If your asking for him to finally let you go or pick you up again and fuck his cum back into you against the wall.
'Good girl.' Reaching up, he grips you by the chin, squashing your cheeks together before pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue slips in soon after, pinning yours down in some show of awkward dominance. Pulling back, he lowers you gently back to the floor and removes his cape. There's a vicious smile on his lips when he wraps it around you, shielding your modesty.
You don't shy away. There's one million emotions seeping through your body, but not one of them is bad. You ache, pleasantly, and the warmth of Kirishima's hands is too alluring to ignore when he smooths them down your sides.
'You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sweetheart?'
Swallowing, you try not to think of how scared you'd been when he'd first cornered you... Of how the fear had melted away as his cock stretched you out; of how knowing Bakugo was listening had made you whine louder, needier - wanting him to hear just how good this other man was fucking you.
'Admit it.'
'I -.' Saying it makes it real, but the words slip off of your tongue anyway. 'I enjoyed it.'
A sigh breeches Kirishima's lips as he leans down and places a final soft kiss to your lips. 'Bakugo's got himself a dirty bitch, huh? Fuck.' He kisses you again, indulging this time. 'The things I'd do to a girl like you, the things I'd let you do to me...'
'Kirishima!' Bakugo skids to a stop at the mouth of the ally. An explosion lights the night behind him as he throws himself forward, not stopping for a second as he collides solidly with Kirishima's chest and sends the man flying to the floor. He lands on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist as he reels back an arm.
'So we're not doing pet names, but we are doing names...' Kirishima is still smiling, even as Bakugo's fist collides with his face. His neck cracks sideways, but he catches the second punch before it can do any actual damage.
'I'm going to fucking murder you, you piece of -.' There's flame almost engulfing his fist, but each spark dies as it hits the hard of Kirishima's hand. Clenching his jaw, he shifts himself forward attempting to force the other man to release him.
With raised eyebrows, Kirishima chuckles as he feels something hard poke at the underside of his pec. Glancing down, it's impossible not to notice the darkening patch on the crotch of Bakugo's pants, of how his cock strains the material and twitches. 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'
'You -.' Bakugo's cheeks are burning, his jaw clenched tight as he battles the emotions flaring in his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to rationalise the cum staining his boxers, the fact that your moans had made him hard, that he'd had to stop to fuck his fist when your whines had grown heavy with pleasure...
Reaching down, Kirishima strokes the still-hard length of Bakugo's cock and collects the little dampness he can before popping his fingers into his mouth and groaning. 'I think... The Princess enjoyed himself too. Huh? Maybe we should go again and make you watch…’
You sink to your knees beside Kirishima and reach out to run a finger down Bakugo's cock making his hiss. This time, when the word drops from your lips, it isn't encased in fear and panic – it's lined with excitement and promise. You blink up at Bakugo: 'Please.'
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mandu-17 · 1 year
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Miyeon as your girlfriend
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: hey!! idk if ur taking requests but I found your blog yesterday and have been binge-reading pretty much everything, you're so talented 🥺 so incase your requests are open, can i request miyeon as your girlfriend headcanons?🥰
A/N: so sorry this took so long! since it’s still Miyeon’s birthday here please enjoy this little piece nonetheless🤍
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I seriously don’t think there’s even a need to talk about her looks because we all have eyeballs and a brain
Miyeon’s visuals are literally top tier, congratulations for being able to make eye contact with her without having heart palpitations
Really likes skinship with you and is naturally very cuddly, even before dating which actually confused you a lot
Especially likes it when she can lean her body on yours and just let you take her whole weight
Or if you’re laying down on the couch or bed she’ll throw herself all over you almost dramatically
But besides that, let’s focus on her sense of humor cause she’s HILARIOUS
You’ll never be bored with her or not smiling because there’s just something about her presence and personality that melts your insides instantly
You always very openly admire how hardworking she is
This feature of hers is usually the cause of her body being sore and stiff
That's when you come in - her masseur
Your soft hands on Miyeon feel divine, there's nothing more she needs after coming home
Obviously it works both ways
You have a bad day or something made you upset? Miyeon is right by your side
Your own therapist who luckily accepts kisses and hugs as payment
Serious when she needs to be and very mature
Just as much as you’re her biggest fan, she’s also your loyal supporter
In any case she’s there to help, give you advices or simply to listen
Literal heart eyes whenever you’re not looking
So so fun to text with
Sends you meme material selfies a lot
Despite having such a interesting job, Miyeon truly wants to listen about your day and how it made you feel
You can’t miss any details, I’m afraid she wouldn’t forgive you if you did
She’s very subtle with flirting and smooth compliments- it makes your heart burst
Has a cute habit of singing love songs from the radio to you when you’re in the car
You’re on her mind almost all the time, Miyeon never fails to inform you whether or not she’s already coming home or staying longer at work 
Kinda clumsy and often confused about things but you love this surprised look on her face
Terrible at games!
But you secretly loved it, sometimes you’re almost convinced she’s doing this bad on purpose
Spends long hours while doing handcrafted gifts for your birthday or anniversary, such a sweetheart
Couple clothes/phone cases/slippers!! Literally everything bc Miyeon thinks it’s cute
You’re her private photographer by now, half of her instagram pictures were taken by you
Rehearsing her lines from dramas with you, especially the cringey ones that make you two laugh your lungs out
Miyeon's laughter is so contagious, even if you’re mad at her you can’t help but crack a smile at the sound of it
She’s usually soft and gentle but has some episodes when she’s randomly slapping your butt or kissing you roughly
When it comes to jealousy, Miyeon was more jealous of you before you started dating
Now she truly trusts you besides why would you even want to look at anybody else when this goddess is in front of  you
Both of you treat it rather as a joke, your girlfriend would sulk only because you passed Shuhua her favorite bag of chips
She just LIVES for the attention you’re giving her seconds later
This is usually when Shu's already out of the room or occupied by her phone because she can't stand you two
Miyeon has her moments as a princess, likes to be the apple of your eye
When it comes to you being jealous, it also doesn’t really happen
Of course your girl is beautiful and there are many people who’d do anything to be you but Miyeon shows you that it’s only your interest that’s pleasing to her
Your clothes are halfway gone by now btw
There’s nothing Miyeon enjoys more than having your clothes with your smell on her
And if you try to address the issue of your closet apparently emptying itself, one look at these precious, shiny eyes is enough to end the discussion
Don’t worry, Miyeon knows the effect she has on you
She’s already used to it
Summing up, you got the girl with the biggest heart out there
Miyeon’s incredible and as her loved one, you’ll stay happy no matter what
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[ 12:04 am] ━━ Unexpected confession
。⁠*゚⁠+ hdc, holy shituh mila finally posted?! and yes.. it's mha.. BUT I MEAN WHY NOT?? enjoy now.
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moon out, silvery hues illuminating and glistering on the surface of the water. y/n stood at the side of the river, late night baths are always something she looks forward too. Slowly she peels off her clothes exposing her body.
just this morning, class 3-A of UA arrived at a local mountain for a field trip and also for a research project. Each student are paired into groups of two, and y/n is paired with nejire. together from morning to night, the class did their respective researches, ending the day with some freshly baked fried meals.
from afar, Tamaki Amajiki's dark blue eyes gazed upon the sight of a certain classmate of his, gently laughing with her friends. he felt a smile forming at the sight of y/n. before reality hit and be shifts his gaze away. he adores her, if he could have the courage to confess, he would but he couldn't..
that night, he tossed and turned, groaning with frustration. the sounds of the birds, the tree's rustling with each other kept him awake. he decided to take a small walk around the area, he gets out from the tent, zipping back up the tent together. The night wind is a gentle caress, the subtle movement touching the skin with a soothing and calming effect.
The trees surrounding the area and you, you could only hear the sounds of the river, small waves crashing into each other. Soon, he saw a glimpse of someone, a girl showering herself in the river.
he thought his eyes were messing with him, thinking some sort of a ghost or a joke was all he was seeing before his eyes adjusting itself to the dark.
y/n's shiny and dark hair seems to absorb the darkness around it, giving it a liquid shadow. Her back straightens as she tilts her head back creating waves on her hair. Tamaki stood there absolutely spellbound by her, "woah" soon escapes his lips.
y/n shirked, as she immediately got startled by the hushed tone. She quickly rustled through her stuff grabbing her towel before running behind a bush. (She gotta skedaddle LOL)
"Sorry! Sorry!" Tamaki yelled out, he felt terrible for causing her distress. he rushed his way back to his tent completely hiding himself from y/n. After y/n finally able to catch a breath and slips on her clothes, she decided to go to his tent.
Tamaki was all huddled up under his sleeping bag as he tried sleeping it off before y/n zips open the tent exposing him. "hey" y/n gradually enters the tent.
His eyes gleamed at the sight of y/n, before he remembered back what happened. "y/n, I'm so sorry for interrupting you" his head tossed back in frustration.
"It's alright, I'm supposed to be the one apologising." y/n sat Infront of Tamaki, her arms wrapped around her knees as they tugged together. "wait why? no no--" he stutteres creating an awkward quarrel between him and y/n.
y/n giggles the more he tried defending her. "hey" y/n places her hand on his thigh, his face turns red and he gets flustered. "let's go outside and watch the stars maybe?" y/n smiles. how can somebody look so beautiful, her smile makes me feel complete, it makes me feel wanted. the thoughts ran through his mind.
all he could do was to nod, nod to anything y/n said and suggested. "really? I mean ya sure-.. Id like that because I- I like you you know and-" he paused. oh no he practically exposes himself to y/n, at that very moment.
the silence between them was loud, all they could do is to sit there together in silence before y/n burst into laughter, "really?" Her grip tightens on his thigh, Tamaki nods tenderly. "oh .. I mean, I guess i could say I have the same feelings for you too" y/n felt the sense of butterflies in her stomach as she confessed a long held secret to Tamaki.
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xoxo, mila<3
half asleep rn, bout to mimimimi my way out
p.s, credits to Sen ifykyk her bc she wrote some parts 🕊️ ily senny 🫶🏻
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The Party
Summary: Eric goes to Bruce’s party and has a little too much to eat
Warnings: Heavy Angst
Pairing: None
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Eric had been invited to KISS’ former guitarist Bruce Kulick’s birthday party in Vegas, by Bruce’s wife Lisa. So, a day before the party, Eric baked cookies. 
    “These are going to be amazing! I can’t wait to try one!” Eric grinned as he started mixing the ingredients in the mixing bowl. Eric mixed the ingredients for a bit before he took the dough out of the bowl, and ate a handful of dough. 
   “Eric, what are you doing?” Annie, Eric’s girlfriend asked as she walked into the kitchen. 
    “I'm making cookies!" Eric replied, through the mouthful of dough. 
    “There's not going to be any cookies, at the rate you're going!" Annie teases. 
    “Oh hush!” Eric scolds as he slapped Annie’s arm playfully. 
    “It's true!" Annie laughed. 
    “But it's so good!" Eric whined. 
    “I know it is, but I don't think Bruce would be happy if we didn't bring anything.” Annie shook her head. 
    “Eric, what have I told you about your snacking?” Ksana, Eric’s other girlfriend, scolded as she walked into the kitchen. 
    “I can snack, but not over snack.” Eric mumbled. 
    “And what are you doing?” Ksana asked. 
    “Over snacking.” Eric grumbled.   
“You're not gonna have an appetite if you don't stop.” Ksana warned. 
    “But Mommy!” Eric whined. 
    “Eric.” Ksana warned. 
     “I think we should let him do what he wants, and eat what he wants, because it always makes our baby happy.” Annie whispered as she stood behind Eric and moved her arms around Eric’s waist and gently rubbed his belly. 
    “How about I take half this dough and you can eat the rest.” Ksana stated as she put the dough in a bowl. 
    “Yay!” Eric cried and clapped his hands before taking the bowl of cookie dough and started eating it. 
    “Now everyone's happy.” Annie grinned. 
Fast forward to Bruce’s party bc I’m lazy 
    “Eric! So glad you made it!” Lisa greeted as her and Bruce walked over to the trio. 
    “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Eric grinned and went to set the cookies on the dessert table. 
Annie and Ksana wander around, talking to different people for a while, not paying attention to Eric, till they hear a high pitch wailing, coming from the snack table. 
    “Eric.” Ksana and Annie whispered at the same time. 
    “Bring him to me.” Annie ordered. So, Ksana brought a crying Eric over to Annie, who immediately gave him a stern gaze. 
    “There’s no more candy!” Eric pouted. 
    “You’ve had enough candy for tonight, Eric.” Annie replied firmly. 
    “I want candy!” Eric wailed as tears streamed down his face. So, Ksana gently kissed the tears off Eric’s cheeks while Annie pinched the bridge of her nose. 
    “Do we need to take you home and put you to bed early?” Annie asked. 
    “Let him have some candy An.” Ksana caved. 
    “No! He needs to learn that he doesn’t always get what he wants Kay!” Annie argued. “Plus he’ll end up with a sugar rush, and things will get even worse.” 
    “A couple pieces won’t hurt him.” Ksana waved Annie off. 
    “Can’t I have more, Mommy? I promise I’ll be good. Just a few more?” Eric begged. 
    “No!” Annie replied firmly, making Eric burst into tears again. 
    “I want candy!” Eric wailed, making Annie take Eric by the hand and drag him into a private room. 
    “You’re staying in here for five minutes young man. This is no way to act in public!” Annie scolded. 
    “I want candy!” Eric wailed again as Ksana walked into the room. 
    “Bruce and Lisa are asking for you.” Ksana whispered. 
    “He’s in time out right now. I’ll be back.” Annie stated and walked out to where Lisa and Bruce were. Bruce and Lisa were two of the few people who knew about Eric’s regression, so they knew immediately what was going on. 
    “Eric regressed again?” Bruce asked. 
    “Oh yeah. He’s pissed because he can’t have anymore candy.” Annie nodded. 
    “Can you lead me to him? I wanna try something.” Lisa asked. 
    “Right this way.” Annie replied and led Lisa to the room where Eric was still throwing a tantrum. 
    “I WANT CANDY!” Eric screeched, which made Ksana and Annie wince, but Lisa on the other hand, didn’t even flinch. 
    “Eric Doyle Mensinger. You stop this behavior right now. Do you understand me, young man?” Lisa shouted, making Eric immediately stop throwing a tantrum. 
    “Yes Auntie Lisa.” Eric whispered. 
    “Good boy. Now, I have a surprise for you!” Lisa cooed. 
    “What is it?!” Eric cried as he ran over to Lisa. 
   “I got you a brand new binkie! And, it has your favorite animal on it! Panthers!” Lisa cried as she handed the binkie to Eric. 
    “Yay!” Thanks Auntie Lisa!” Eric cried as he hugged Lisa’s leg. 
    “Lisa, you gotta stop getting him things.” Ksana frowned. 
    “Well, I'm his Aunt, so it's allowed. Besides, it makes him happy.” Lisa waved Ksana off. 
Annie detached Eric from Lisa’s leg and turned her head towards Ksana. 
    “We should really get him home. Staying here is not going to help any of us right now.” Ksana announced as she took Eric’s hand and led him back to their car. 
    “I’m sorry guys!” Annie moaned. “You just never know what you’re going to get when you take him out for a night.” 
    “Tell me about it.” Bruce chuckled. 
    “It’s not all bad.” Lisa assured, “We also get his fun side as well, and that makes it worth it!” 
    “That’s true.” Annie sighed as she gave Lisa and Bruce a hug goodbye. 
    “Enjoy your night!” Bruce called as Annie got in the car and started it. 
Annie drove home, and as soon as they got in the door, adult Eric came back.  
Annie was in the shower when Eric came into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He took a sneak peek inside. She turned and kissed him on the nose.  
    “You just concentrate on brushing all that sugar out of your teeth, Sugar.” Annie joked as she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and followed him into his bedroom. He was lying on the bed still fully clothed. 
    “Are you going to be difficult tonight?” Annie asked Eric. 
    “If it keeps you in here I will be.” Eric replied as he pulled her down on the bed and kissed her. 
    “I should be locking you in here on your own for all the trouble you caused at the party.” Annie giggled. 
But Annie could never resist him, so she stayed there in his arms kissing him long and lovingly. 
Annie and Eric were so wrapped up in each other they didn’t even hear the phone ring. 
Ksana did though. 
    “It’s Lisa.” Ksana groaned as she answered. 
    “Hey, did y’all get back safely?” Lisa asked. 
    “We did. Just putting Eric to bed.” Ksana replied. 
    “Is he still regressed?” Lisa asked. 
    “He came back when we walked in the door.” Ksana answered. 
    “Did he enjoy his new binky?” Lisa questioned. 
    “Listen, about that. I don’t know if it was a good idea to give him the binky.” Ksana replied. 
    “I just thought it might be a way to stop him wanting candy. You know, keeping his mouth occupied?” Lisa stated, slightly taken aback. 
    “It’s rewarding him for his tantrum. We’re really, really trying to curb that. Listen, it’s been a tough night for us, Lisa. I should probably be getting back to him.” Ksana sighed. 
    “Can I speak to Annie please?” Lisa asked, “I feel really bad.” 
    “Ummmm….I’m not sure if Annie is available right now. I’ll have to see what she’s up to…” Ksana replied as she walked to the bedroom where Eric and Annie were making out on the bed. 
    “It’s Lisa.” Ksana mouthed to Annie when she looked at Ksana questioningly. 
    “Gimme the phone.” Annie groaned before she bent down to give Eric a gentle kiss on the lips and got up off the bed. 
    “I’ll keep him occupied.” Ksana told Annie as Annie walked out of the room. 
    “Hey Lisa, what’s up?” Annie questioned as she walked into the kitchen to grab a vanilla Diet Coke. 
    “Ksana was telling me that I rewarded Eric for throwing a tantrum by giving him the binky. She sounded upset about it.” Lisa explained. 
    “Don’t worry about that. She’s always in a bad mood after Eric regresses.” Annie waved Lisa off. 
    “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to reward Eric for his behavior. I just thought it would be a good distraction.” Lisa apologized. 
    “Lisa, it’s really not a big deal. Eric loves the binky. He wouldn’t let go of it till we got in the door.” Annie soothed. 
    “Mommy!” Eric cried from the bedroom. 
    “So sorry to do this, but Eric regressed again. I gotta help Ksana put him to bed.” Annie stated. 
    “Alright. Talk to you tomorrow. Night Annie.” Lisa whispered and hung up. 
    “Eric, please put your pajamas on!” Ksana sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as Eric shook his head defiantly. 
    “Eric, listen to momma please.” Annie chimed in. 
    “Yes mommy.” Eric nodded and put his pajamas on. 
    “Now get in bed, and I’ll sing to you.” Annie cooed. So, Eric did as he was told, ran to the room at the end of the hall that was made into Eric’s regression room and hopped in his bed, while Annie and Ksana sat on the edge of the bed. 
    “Close your eyes, have no fear, the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your mommy's here. Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer, everyday in every way it’s getting better and better. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.” Annie sang, making Eric start to feel sleepy, which led to his eyes fluttering shut. 
    “Sleep tight little one.” Annie and Ksana cooed before they leave the room and go to bed. 
Annie looked at Ksana. “I’m sorry you only got baby Eric. I thought we’d get adult Eric for the night.” 
    “That’s ok,” Ksana gave Annie a hug. “I’m pretty wrung out from the party anyway. His tantrums are exhausting!” 
    “You know what? We should sing "Enter Sandman" if he regresses at night time.” Annie stated, making Ksana look at her, puzzled by the idea. “Maybe a heavy metal, less traditional song might draw him back out to adulthood again.” 
    “I guess it’s worth a try.” Ksana yawned. 
    “Night Kay.” Annie whispered. 
When Annie woke up in the morning she saw Eric at her door with the binky in his mouth. 
    “Do you need a cuddle, Eric?” Annie asked. 
He smiled at her, took out the binky and ran to her bed. Ksana heard the commotion and stood at the door with her arms crossed. 
    “I thought we agreed he wouldn’t sleep in our beds? He has his own bed, and if he wants a cuddle it happens there.” Ksana scolded. 
    “I know, Kay, but I can’t say no to this face. Look at him.” Annie replied. 
Eric smiled up at Ksana from underneath the covers. 
    “Sometimes you’re as disobedient as he is!” Ksana chided as Annie took Eric by the hand to lead him back into his room. 
    “Annie, there’s someone at the door for you!” Ksana called from the kitchen. 
    “Who is it?” Annie asked. 
    “It’s Lisa!” Ksana replied. 
Eric popped his head out the door to see Lisa come in. He had his binky in his mouth to show her how much he loved it making Lisa grin when she saw it. 
    “We had some leftovers, including some that Eric made, so I thought I’d bring them over for you all to enjoy.” Lisa stated as she put the plate on the kitchen table. 
Eric must have been eavesdropping, because he came into the kitchen, dressed only in a t-shirt and underpants. 
     “Eric, what are you doing?” scolded Annie. 
     “I want cookies.” Eric replied. 
     “You have to get dressed. Lisa doesn’t want to see you running around in your underwear.” Annie scolded. 
    “But-” Eric whined. 
    “Clothes first, then cookies.” Ksana butted in. 
So, Eric slowly walked back to his room to get dressed. 
    “To be fair, I really wouldn’t mind seeing him running around in his underwear.” Lisa whispered to Annie once Eric was out of sight making them both giggle. 
    “I’m right there with you on that.” Annie sighed. 
Then a loud crash startled Annie, Ksana and Lisa out of their chat and over to the kitchen where Eric was on the counter chowing down on cookies.  There on the floor was the decorative plate Lisa had brought the cookies over on, smashed to pieces. 
    “Oh Lisa, I’m so sorry.” Ksana said. 
    “Don’t worry!” Lisa assured “I never much liked that plate anyway.” 
    “What are you doing up there?” Annie chuckled, while pulling the broom out to sweep up the broken china. 
    “Eating the cookies I got back. I knew these were a good batch.” Eric replied while still chewing on the cookie. 
    “We were lucky we got any cookies at all the way you were chomping into that dough.” She teased. 
    “That’s why I keep you two around.” Eric smiled at her, as he captured Annie’s lips in a sloppy kiss. 
    “Mmmm…cookie kiss…” Annie grinned. 
    “See?” Eric grinned between breaths, “Me stuffing myself has several advantages.” 
The kiss broke the spell of his regression, so they kept on kissing. 
Ksana let out an “Ahem!” and snapped Annie and Eric out of their deep embrace. 
    “Sorry Lisa!” Annie giggled, “I kinda forgot my surroundings for a bit. He’s just such a good kisser.” 
    “That’s ok, I get it. I’ve got a really good kisser that I should be getting home to.” Lisa laughed. 
    “I kinda wanted to bag a few up before we left the party…” Eric confessed, making Lisa chuckle. 
    “Like you hadn’t had enough there.” Ksana scoffed. 
Eric laughed and blushed and Ksana gave his belly a rub. 
    “Gotta maintain this beautiful belly” Annie hummed. 
    “Say hello to Brucey for me. I hope he had a great night.” Eric grinned as he gave Lisa an affectionate kiss on the cheek. 
    “And I hope you did too!” Lisa replied. 
    “Come, I’ll see you out.” Ksana stated as she linked her arm around Lisa. 
When Ksana closed the door she could hear giggling coming from Eric’s bedroom. She found Eric on his back and Annie sitting between his legs, blowing raspberries on his bloated tummy. 
She spotted Ksana at the door grinning. 
    “I love that he’s so ticklish.” Annie said to Ksana 
Then she crawled up beside him and he wrapped an arm around her and they lovingly made out. Eric giving her all his love and attention felt so good she could do this all day. 
Thank you to @sluttery-withoutshame for helping me with this work! I loved how it turned out!
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omg the brilliant avo with a prompt list, immediately got me excited. oy if you have time: [CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin with anyone you want <3 ty!! hope you have a wonderful new year
stop it u 🥺 this is a sequel ish to this, bc I love some paternal tan
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[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.
“I’ve told you, I’m fine!”
“You are not,” Tangerine replies, folding his arms across his chest, the picture of unimpressed. You open your mouth to retort before bursting into a coughing fit - damn your own body for betraying you. When you recover his face is so smug about being right you can’t stand it. 
“But…” you look over to across the hall, where your daughter’s bedroom is. Every time you’ve been unwell, you’ve had to shake it off because she needed you. The idea of having a lie down is unthinkable. 
“Jesus Christ, I can take care of her for a few hours. You have a kip. You look like death warmed up.”
“Cheers for that babe. Way to make a girl feel special,” you say sarcastically, but when he puts his hand on the small of your back you let him guide you to bed; remarkably obedient as he tucks up the covers underneath your chin. You give a pathetic little sniffle and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 
“Go to sleep,” he says firmly, and you can tell there’s no wiggle room in his command. So with a sigh you shut your eyes - and you’re out like a light before you even hear the door close behind him. 
Mercifully you’re able to grab a few hours of shut-eye. When you wake up, not only do you feel miraculously better, but there’s a cup of tea and a couple of cold-and-flu tablets waiting for you. You down them both before deciding you can probably get up. 
You can hear Tangerine and your daughter in the living room. When you make it downstairs quite a sight is waiting for you. 
Tangerine has carried approximately half the cuddly toys your daughter owns downstairs, and they’ve dragged one of the side tables out to use as a tea-party space. No, wait, that’s not quite right - from the way her teddies are set up and how your daughter is acting out cleaning a teacup with a flannel, you can tell she’s pretending to polish a beer glass. 
“Hi mum!” she calls, and Tangerine looks over his shoulder and smiles. She’s managed to get a couple of pink plastic hair clips on him, his fringe pulled back wildly. “It’s happy hour, what are you drinking?”
You’re not sure where she picked that up, but it’s so funny you let it be for now. 
“You feeling better now, love?” he asks, holding a hand out to you. You walk over and meet the kiss he offers you, prompting your daughter to violently mime vomiting. 
“Excuse me, we don’t allow that sort of behaviour here. You’re both barred.”
Tangerine is gobsmacked, and you laugh so hard you threaten to crack a rib.  
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some goldenpage hcs post bc i have No Art only hundreds of wips 🫶
goldenpage pairing name because its their last names together and i thought it was cute :] aslans last name is actually aureus but it means golden so ! close enough
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS !! we know this, childhood friends to lovers trope 🫶 since aslan isn't the mc in our silly hpma universe, they met when they were 5 during one of the aureus's vacation trips instead, after aslan's parents saw how enthusiastic and happy he is with his new friend they decided that there was no harm in frequently coming back there for their vacations
anyone with ears that come close to little aslan had definitely heard about this daniel at least thrice . boy would not stop talking about the adorable friend he made, cassandra suffered through it the most and when she first encountered daniel in hogwarts still not knowing its aslan's daniel she went "god, you share the name of the boy aslan wouldn't stop talking about. of course you do"
they used to play house when they were itty bitty, asked aslan's mom for one of her rings because she and her husband wore one and things clicked in her mind . got them their own custom pair that'll fit them when they're older and once they are they use it as their real marriage rings
charlotte and arthur, aslan's parents, actually had to halt all arranged marriage proposals to save themselves the trouble of having to cancel when the two did get together, they had an intuition (charlotte used to look at arthur the same way, still does ! they just Knew)
they had a shared frog named mrs. ribbit-ton, they had found her together and aslan decided he wanted to keep her (the start of his finding animals and deciding to keep them habit)
aslan truly really absolutely is capable of doing many-a-things himself but his parents had taught him that love can be conveyed beyond words and through actions and thoughts as well and thaaaaat lead to aslan happily asking daniel for help with the little things, poor boy has to straighten out aslan's tie and brush back his hair in the mornings, this doesnt go without unserious teasing over how aslan would be helpless without daniel of course
extension from that, goldenpage can absolutely understand each other without words, someone could be speaking and one would make the slightest expression change and the other would accidentally burst out laughing
they formed a habit of hand holding :] !! aslan would sometimes look at his hand and daniel would instinctively come to hold it, sometimes aslan would just be writing and looking at what he's jotted down when daniel comes to lace their fingers together
aslan often asks daniel for help with his potions because no matter how well he gets the rest of it he always puts in too much magic </3 spells genius Can Not Potions
aslan sleeps over daniel's dorm more often than his own ! the other ravenclaw's joke that they're stealing him away from slytherin, it doesn't help that he frequently forgets to bring a change of slytherin uniform and has to go through the day in ravenclaw ones.. !
daniel's why aslan decides he wants to be a healer ! take that as you will
the "would you still love me if i was a worm" question but . its asked every time they accidentally fuck up a spell or potion, daniel's "would you still love me if i accidentally spilled an experimental potion on myself and shrank 30 times smaller" and aslan's "would you still love me if a spell went awry and i'm half beast as a result"
aslan first drunkenly confesses to daniel after the yule ball during year 4 after octavian spiked their group's drinks but it wasn't taken seriously not because of some sad miscommunication but because it was drunkenly said, they both know this and all is well
he does confess again for reals late into the same year though ! but aslan did not want daniel to feel like he had to give back and reciprocate just because of their history and daniel figured it would indeed be better if he thought on it for a while too, things resume as usual for them both ! the usual friend things they do that can in no way be interpreted as couple things /sarc
daniel does reciprocate by early sixth year ! their friends telling them that they Do Know because it was the only time they tried to be sneaky with their hand holding when they had thoughtlessly done it before and to their credit, nothing really changed, they were just as affectionate years before the confession is all 🫶 some people were surprised that they weren't already dating beforehand actually
they took a blood pact after graduation and before the am war (a major event in our little hpma universe) started because they both knew it was coming and what roles they'll be playing, "a blood pact, for wherever our paths may take us it'll never lead us against each other" and aslan jokes it sounded like a proposal . it is and he realizes this when daniel gives him an exasperated yet amused look
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Kodzukid pt 4
Summary: You’re a single mother to a beautiful little girl who loves video games. What happens when she meets her favorite streamer at the diner who just can’t keep his mind off of you two?(1.8k+ words)
Pairing: Streamer!Kenma x SingleMother!Reader
Warnings: fluff, fem!reader, Kenma is a little OOC but I’m a sucker for soft Kenma!
a/n: okay, sooo, this part is kinda like “filler”? But it’s still super cute and it’s leading to more happening in part 5! I also want to apologize for this being so late bc I’ve had a lot going on IRL (good things, don’t worry!) but I’m back on track now!
Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten
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It’s been a month since your first date with Kenma, and almost every day since he’s been around. On days off, you and Hana either go to Kenma’s house or he comes to your apartment. On days you work, if he isn’t streaming, he’d come keep Hana company in the back of the salon where he can’t be seen and bring you, Hana, and Tie food before close. He’s been nothing but a gentleman, and he and Hana are stuck at the hips.
That was another thing you couldn’t believe. The way he was with Hana. He was so patient and caring with her. And any time you went out without her, Kenma was sure to ask how she was doing. He lent her countless games the past month and you’re sure she hasn’t touched half of them. He had invited her to stream with him some more. Hana was enamored by him, and at first you thought it was because he was famous, but no. Hana wanted to actually spend time with Kenma. She didn’t ask to play games with him all the time or anything about his career really. She simply wanted to watch a movie with the two of you together or ask to help him make dinner whenever you’d eat at his house. There were even a few times Hana asked if he could pick her up from school on the days you worked when she would normally stay after. And through all of it, Kenma accepted her. And that was making you fall for him even more.
Hana was your biggest reason for not dating in the past. You were scared to bring anyone into her life at the risk of her getting attached and then leaving, but with Kenma, you didn’t feel like he would do that. He was always wanting to include her if he could, and that definitely played with your heartstrings. Today was one of those days. “Hana, baby, get your shoes on. Kenma will be here any second now!” You called for your little one as you yourself were getting shoes on. Today, the three of you were going to the aquarium. It was Kenma’s idea, and of course with Hana all excited, you couldn’t say no. Hana came running out of her room towards the door where her shoes sat neatly.
“Do you think we’ll see jellyfish?!” Hana asked as she tried to shove her little foot into her shoe. You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as you bent down to help her.
“I’m sure we will, but first, let’s slow down and put these on the right way.” You told her as you untied her shoe. Just as you handed it back to her, there was a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you answered. “Come in!”
Kenma opened your door stepping into your apartment with a small smile on his face as he looked down to Hana. “Hey, Kiddo! Are you ready for today?” Hana hurriedly put on her first shoe and reached for the other, nodding her head vigorously. You let out another laugh at her behavior as you greeted Kenma with a hug.
“Are you kidding? She hasn’t stopped talking about it since you brought it up Wednesday night.” Kenma hugged you back and took Hana’s little backpack off the hook next to your door as she stood up all ready to leave.
“Well, let’s get a move on then.” And with that said, he scooped Hana up in his arms and started making his way out to his car. Your heart burst at the sight and you could already feel the soreness in your cheeks from smiling so hard. You grabbed your keys and wallet, locking your door before following the two out. By the time you caught up, Kenma already had Hana situated in her booster seat, that he insisted on buying for his own car, and was waiting to open the door for you. After the three of you were situated, you all made your way towards the aquarium.
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Once Kenma finally found a parking spot, he pulled out a face mask, tucked his hair into a hat, and put his hood on. “As much as I’d love to not have to hide, I'd prefer for our day to be uninterrupted!” He looked back towards Hana as he spoke. You knew what he was doing and why, and while you hated that he had to hide from fans whenever he was out in public with you or Hana, you appreciated that he wanted to keep you two away from the craziness of fans and rumors.
After he was all set, the three of you made your way to buy you tickets and started your day. Hana in front of both you and Kenma, leading the way. The first exhibit Hana had any interest in were the otters. Running right up to the glass, she watched as they swam and played around. You quickly snapped a few pictures of her admiring cute little creatures before asking if she was ready to move on to the next attraction.
Running up to you and Kenma, she grabbed both of your hands and began to drag you both towards wherever grabbed her attention next. Kenma let out a small chuckle at Hanas excitement. “Slow down there, ya little Gremlin. We have all day to be here, no need to rush.”
“We need to go see the octopuses!!” Hana tried dragging you some more and you knew you should probably correct her on the plural term for the 8-legged animal, you also knew that she wasn’t listening one bit. Kenma let out an airy laugh, a sound you’ve grown to enjoy in the past month. Hana gave a toothy grin as you and Kenma picked up your pace to follow your rowdy little girl.
After a couple of hours walking around, you all decided it was time to get ready to leave. With one last stop being what Hana was waiting all day for, the three of you made your way to the jellyfish exhibit. The large tanks glowing under some colorful lights were mesmerizing. Different species of jellyfish all over the room. Hana was speechless, a look of awe in her face as she slowly observed each tank. she took her time looking at each species of the jellies floating around, making sure you took a picture of her with each one.
After about 30 minutes of Hana just admiring the elegant creatures, Kenma snuck up behind her and scooped her up. She let out a little squeal as Kenma whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear in her ear and she turned to you, eager to go get some food.
You all made your way to the same diner that you all had first met at. Hana demanded that the three of you sit in yours and her usual booth. The sun was just about to set, the soft music playing over the diner speakers were soothing, and the amazing smells of all the food being cooked made the atmosphere perfect for wrapping up the long day you three had.
To anyone else, you looked like a happy and wholesome family, and maybe if someone would have asked, you wouldn’t be too quick to deny it. Because in all honesty, you felt like a family, and this is how you wish things could’ve been in ideal circumstances when you first had Hana. Sitting in a cozy little dinner, just the 3 of you, enjoying time together and making memories. Hana sat next to Kenma as she rambled on a ton of useless jellyfish facts. And Kenma listened to every word she spoke. You were across from them, chin rested in your hands as your eyes drifted back and forth between the two. Adoration showing clearly on your face.
It didn’t take long for the food you all ordered to make it to your table, and with all of you as hungry as the hippos you had just seen today, you all began to dig in. Hana was doing her best to not make a mess as she shoveled bite after bite into her mouth, causing you and Kenma to laugh as you told her to slow down before she got a bellyache or choked on her food. She didn’t listen as she just said she was excited to eat after the long day you had, but Kenma knew better as to why she was rushing to finish her food. You, on the other hand, believed her little fib, telling her to just be careful so didn’t get hurt at the rate she was gobbling down all of her dinner.
Once you all had finished your food, you were waiting for the waitress to make her way back over to order some dessert, but just as the waitress was making her way over, Hana blurted out that she needed to use the bathroom, and with the diner being super busy, she didn’t want to go alone. “Don’t worry, I’ll order for the both of you.” Kenma reassured you with a smile. Taking Hana’s hand, you made your way to the restrooms, missing the sneaky little wink that your daughter and Kenma shared. Hana made sure to have you wait outside the bathroom door as she pretended to use the potty, and after making a big scene of flushing the toilet and washing her hands in case you could hear the water from where you were, she stepped out and told you she was ready to head back to the table.
Just as you sat back down, Hana was shaking in her seat, looking even more excited than when you all were getting ready to look at the jellyfish. “Did you get mine and Mommy’s favorite?” Hana asked Kenma. Before he could answer, The waitress was already placing down a brownie with ice cream in front of Hana. Next, the same desert was being placed in front of you, but something was different. Written in chocolate next to the brownie, read “Be mine?” You looked up at Kenma, whose entire face was dusted in a light shade of pink. Hana was bouncing in her seat now, slowly taking bites of her dessert as she watched the two of you. “I know it’s only been a month, but trust me when I tell you that this month has been one of the best in my life. You and Hana both make me feel as though I’m the happiest man on this planet. Will you be my girlfriend?” Kenma’s face grew a darked pink throughout his little speech, and he was fiddling with his fingers to help ease his anxiety.
Your own face grew hot and the biggest smile you could manage . “Of course, Kenma. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” Hana let out a cry of happiness and Kenma visibly relaxed as he let a smile spread across his face.
Yeah, you were definitely falling for him, and so was your Little Flower.
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pettydollie · 21 days
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summary: yn deals with the trauma from her toxic ex boyf in a negative way, falling into unhealthy habits. she meets chris at a cafe she works at but has trouble admitting her liking to him, but its even harder when her best friend hates him. warnings/notes: fem!reader, lowercase intended, chris drives a chevvy only bc of the song dont come for me ty, wc: 1.1k
you threw on your white "Ruby's" apron, getting ready for the day. you quickly fix your pink heart shaped sunglasses in your phone camera before putting it in your small locker.
your hips swayed as you strutted over to the booth with 4 men sat inside. "hi, i'm liyah, what can i get you?" you greet, putting a smile on your face. "goddamn." you heard one of them mutter under their breath, some of them laughing quietly to themselves.
your smile falters slightly, waiting for them to order. another one of the guys pretends to read the menu. "uhhhh i'll have dat ass." the booth bursts out laughing, you biting the inside of your cheek in anger and embarrassment. you don't say a word as you walk back to the cash register, not wanting to deal with them.
you sigh loudly, looking at your coworker who was looking down at the counter while zoned out. you wait a few seconds before letting out a breath again. still no response. "pleaseee, i can't. not today." you pout, your glossy lips shimmering in the sunlight.
he sighs, "finee." he grabs a pen and notepad before walking away. you exhale in relief, taking his place at the register. a few dull moments pass before a handsome man walks into the corner cafe, the bell above ringing. you fix your posture, smiling brightly.
"hi, welcome to Ruby's! what can i get you?"
his bright blue eyes look into yours, admiring your facial features. "shit, you're pretty." he whispers to himself. your mood instantly changes. you give him an upside down smile sheepishly, muttering a small "thank you." he looks a little familiar.. he looks like nick, your brother's.. friend? you didnt know he had a twin!
he smiles and stares at the menu while you stare at him. brunette, somewhat beefy arms (you subtly bite the inside of your cheek seeing them), earrings, brown hoodie and matching sweats, a cap that fits his head perfectly, and a stubble on the bottom half of his face. he looks up at your head. "nice glasses." he motions towards your pink sunglasses. your bubbly persona begins to surface. "thank you! my friend got me them, i think they're adorable."
you stop yourself before you can say anything else. you shake your head, embarrassed, but he just admires you.
"can i buy you a milkshake sometime?" he blurts, throwing you off guard. you blink and shake your head, avoiding eye contact. "not unless you want your heart to break." you chuckle dryly.
he's very sweet, you must admit. but he's just going off your looks, that's a red flag right? and anyhow, it's not like you're girlfriend material. look at how your last relationship went. actually, scratch that. you're not a simple date material. you can't. you've never been taken out, you wouldn't know how to act.
however, he’s raising a brow. “why’s that?” his curious face makes you suddenly anxious. you bite your tongue. “what can i get you, sir?" you remind him that you're still waiting for him to order.
he shrugs in defeat letting out a “yeah alright” and orders his food. he hands you a twenty, more than what you need. "keep the change." he smiles softly and you can't help but smile back sweetly, "thank you." you bend down to grab his goods and bag them up. you place the bag down infront of him, shoving a few Ruby's napkins inside.
except he doesn't leave yet. he lingers for a moment. "my name's chris." he lets out cute little giggles, you can tell he's nervous. you awkwardly wait for him to continue. he clears his throat as people behind him wait annoyedly in line. "just ask her out already!" some guy exclaims, some people chuckling.
chris rolls his eyes. his gaze falls back on you. "are you sure you don't wanna go out with me? you-" he sighs, scratching the back of his head. he usually doesn't ever come on this strong, but he can't help it. you have an aura that draws him into you just from a few words. "you seem cool. it'd be on me?" he shrugs, giving a hopeful grin.
you should say no. you should decline. it's the wise thing to do, you're not capable of being with someone. it takes away too much energy, too much time. you really shouldn't get involved. you should shake your head politely, signaling nonono.
but you don't.
instead, your glossy lips turn up happily and you nod your head shyly. "sure." your numbers are exchanged quickly, you hope people haven't started leaving. is this a bad idea? probably. but his boston accent was adorable and his kind words made your heart flutter, how could anyone say no? your coworker comes back to the counter sighing, "girl you better hurry up. those damn thugs took forever to order and ion got time to wait for you too."
chris' cheesy smile is back as he takes his treats and looks at you one more time before wishing you a great day and exiting the cafe. he gets into a chevrolet, driving off. your lightly shoved over by your fellow employee, who's smirking knowingly. "what was that all about?" he asks, before putting on a commercial smile for the next customer.
you shrug. "we're going out." and as the words fall out of your mouth, an employee yells out, "order up!" and dings the tiny bell sitting at the pickup counter. you grab the tray, walking over to the ignorant group of boys, giving out the food and drinks as they tell you. you fold the tray under your arm and tell them to enjoy, walking back to the register quickly.
the conversation continues as if you never left. "you're going out? pfft, good luck baby." he snickers. your mouth drops open in faux shock, knowing his teases were playful. "how dare you! i've gone out."
but his response his definitely not. he waves off the last customer and turns to you. "out to parties, sis. that ain't a date bae. yo weak ass boyfriend never took you out to dinner did he? you don't even gotta tell me, i already know. you better pray you don't fuck this up because mm that white boy is fine." he claps at the end of his sentence.
you nod your head repeatedly. your happy smile has left your face, turning into a disappointed frown. oh gosh, you knew this was a bad idea. you're a complete wreck! you can't go on a date. of course phil was right, phil's always right.
later, when you're at home after the long day, you're sitting at your makeshift vanity (which is actually just a nightstand with a mirror on it) while gripping your phone tight. chris' messages are open, you've already talked to him a bit. he moved to LA from Boston and has three brothers, two of them being his triplets (which you think is so cool!!). otherwise, you guys have just talked about random things, whatever came on your mind, etc.
you liked how simple and easy it seemed to be. you remember with your ex, you never really got to know him without being a bother or him waving you off. you scoff and roll your eyes at the thought of him. but you shouldn't go further into this. you know it's not fair to him.
you type out the words 'i'm sorry but i cant go out with you.' it's blunt and depressing, something that he wouldn't want. you feel bad though, he seems like a such an amazing person. you bite your nail. maybe you're missing a great opportunity by rejecting him.
you send the message, already regretting it as soon as it reached him. he left you on read for about a minute before texting back,
'did i do something wrong?'
you want to smack your forehead. you sigh, texting back.
yn no of course not!! chris soo whats the problem? yn i just cant, im sorry. chris alright its fine dw about it. can we be friends?
you smile at this, he still wants a connection.
yn id love that 💕
chris loved your message, 'id love that 💕'
@joanofarcily :)
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tonguetiedraven · 2 years
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I have a headcanon that Torako absolutely adores Rin but I haven't actually seen any people write about it so I've come with a suggestion. Maybe you could write a small lil scene of Rin and Torako hanging out and Ryuuji initially freaking out bc Rin and Torako never really interacted before
I love writing Torako and Rin interactions <3 They’re so much fun together. I see her worked into a fair number of fics, but I don’t think I’ve seen a fic of just the two of them together, so here’s a few random scenes of them through the years ( ^▽^ )
— — — — —
It was the first meal of this sort she’d had Rin help with. Her inn served them frequently, but she had been a bit nervous to let the energetic boy help. Not because she doubted his skills — Ryuuji had been singing Rin’s praises long before they’d gotten together (though not, she believed, before he’d fallen for Rin’s earnest charms), and she had tasted enough of his offerings to know he could certainly make something delicious — no, she had resisted because she didn’t want to stress him, and it felt a bit odd to have him aid her in her job. 
But he always seemed to migrate to the kitchen, and he always watched with such rapt fascination that she found her resolve crumbling more and more with each visit.
It had started with miso soup, and the boy had put something in it that made it come alive, and she’d promptly handed that portion of the meal off to him whenever he was around. Her customers were paying, and they deserved the best. Plus, she made certain Rin could share in any tips, and she brought him extra groceries to play with since he was adamant about refusing other forms of payment.
“Oh,” she glanced over to see he’d put a yellow petal on top of the walnut tofu, and that plus the little burst of green wasabi and the cyan bowl he’d chosen made it pop beautifully.
“Too much?” Rin asked, stepping back from the small bowl nervously and raising his hands like he didn’t want anyone to think he was still tweaking the design.
“Not at all! It’s lovely.”
Rin’s tail flicked happily and a large smile immediately spread across his face. He showed his fangs when he smiled like that, and Torako liked that smile the absolute best. It looked happy and unworried, just the way a smile should.
“You’re a natural,” she assured, picking the bowl up and setting it on the finished tray. She’d have to remember the design. It was lovely. 
Rin perked up and moved onto the pickled vegetables. 
It was a bit strange to watch the praise visibly make a difference. Rin stood taller, he moved with confidence as he picked out decorations and carefully placed them. The only lines on his face were from concentration and not worry. 
“You know,” she said quietly as she ladled soup into a red bowl, “summer is coming soon.”
Rin nodded and spooned a small bit of sauce on top of the fish. His skills with a blade weren’t limited to the sword. He’d cut each slice remarkably uniformly. 
“Yeah, Ryuuji and I are hoping to spend half of it here.” He paused, eyes suddenly going wide. “If you don’t mind that is. I don’t wanna impose or nothin’.”
“Would you like a summer job?”
Rin paused with his tail going straight up into the air. His head snapped in her direction, blue eyes wide and stunned.
She waited, patiently stirring the second sauce, certain it was just surprise and not something to be worried about. Ryuuji hadn’t meant to belittle her inn, and Rin certainly didn’t think it was shitty.
“Here?”
“I could certainly use your skills.”
“You’re serious?!”
She nodded, something telling her she should be nervous, but too comfortable with Rin to really worry. He’d let her know if he wasn’t interested. It was a good fit anyway. Ryuuji would be busy with the temple duties and Rin would be bored without it.
“Yes!” Rin dropped the spoon, making a little splatter of sauce on the counter, and sprang forward, wrapping her up in a giddy hug. She laughed a little, shaking her head as she wiggled her arms free enough to hug him in return.
It would be a wonderful summer.
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It was always the same. They’d arrive together, their luggage split between them, and Ryuuji would enter with a call and Rin would skip any kind of greeting in favor of dumping whatever bags he had to pull her into an immediate hug. 
Ryuuji had always been a bit stand-offish in his affection. He loved her, and he was a dutiful son, but he was so easily embarrassed and he didn’t always seem to know that he could reach out for the affection he wanted.
Rin had no such qualms. He’d run towards her and envelope her in a hug. He’d throw his arm around anyone that was near, sit close and lean on people when he laughed. He’d hit you with his wagging tail, mess with your hair, punch you arm, or squeeze your hand, and he’d do it all without really giving it any thought. It was just the way he was.
Torako always hugged him back extra long. It had taken her a while to coax the full tale from Ryuuji and Tatsuma, but once she’d heard it, she made it a point to hug Rin and fill his life with as much affection as she could. She had never met Yuri, but if their roles had been reversed, she hoped that the woman would hug her boy and fill his life with the love of a mother.
She pulled back, kissing his cheek and smoothing his hair back as she took him in. He was smiling — he always seemed to be smiling — and there weren’t any obvious signs of injury on either of them. Not that she’d be able to tell even if something horrible had happened with how quickly Rin healed. 
His tail was always wagging by the time she let him go, and while the appendage had been a bit strange, it now delighted her to know he was happy.
Ryuuji would finally draw near at that point, one hand settling on Rin’s shoulder and the other reaching for her. She’d hug him too, watching the sappy sort of smile that would lift Rin’s lips, and feel all the more determined to take care of her boys while they were here.
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“Wait,” Rin peered down at her markings, “so you just keep all the additions in this column, and then all the take-outs in this one? Then… Then you see what it all added up to?”
She nodded, thoroughly amused by his reactions to her less than impressive book keeping. It was the way her mother had taught her to do it, and while not at the level of the fancier inns around them, it was all they needed and simple enough for her to manage alone.
It made enough to aid the temple, and that’s all she really needed.
“So…” Rin pulled his phone closer and punched a few numbers in. Torako watched him carefully, pointing out when he transposed two of the numbers. He corrected them and worked through the rest of the math without any trouble. Ryuuji said it was an area he had struggled in, but she wondered if it hadn’t been the teachers.
“Cool!” Rin’s tail swept in a slow and cheerful sort of motion as he compared their numbers. “How do ya decide on the meal prices?”
Ryuuji had never shown an interest in any of this. Tatsuma helped, but he wasn’t fascinated by it like she was. This… this was entirely new territory. Rin had been helping more and more each visit. He helped at almost all the meals and he aided her with the laundry and greeting the guest, but…
But it still warmed something in her heart every time he took initiative and interest in the actual workings of the inn.
She pulled out her book and showed him the standard meals she made, and the cost of the ingredients. “It’ll vary, of course. Some items are seasonal and some items get inflated, but this is how it typically goes.”
“So this is what I need to do when I come up with new stuff?”
She nodded and watched as he shifted through the items. He was jotting something down as he went, and she realized after a minute or two that they were ingredients. He was creating something new right now, using her pre-priced items to figure it out. 
She leaned closer, studying what he was creating and nodding along. “We have all of that in the kitchen if you want to try it.”
“Think the guest would like it?’
She nodded, knowing Rin didn’t want frivolous praise. He never quite trusted it. 
“I think it’s familiar enough that they’ll try it,” because people always seemed to be picky, “and unique enough to set us apart. Let’s surprise the boys with an early dinner.”
She got a toothy smile in return. 
— — — — —
It had been the longest sort of day — the celebrations always were — and she was weary to her bones, but it was a satisfying sort of exhaustion. One that she only got with good work and enjoyable company. She was drained but it had been worth it. 
She was standing next to Ryuuji now, watching him watch Rin jog after Konekomaru with offerings for the poor. Ryuuji would be joining in with the elders in a few minutes, but she was fairly certain his heart was following his boyfriend. 
It was impossible not to smile a bit. Rin’s tail was wagging as he ran, and Konekomaru was laughing at whatever he said. Rin seemed to just brighten the life of anyone around him. He was a spot of joy and hope, and she cherished the moments he was around.
Thoughts a bit scattered with emotions and fatigue, she spoke without quite thinking. “You better marry that boy, Ryuuji.” 
Ryuuji’s cheeks bruised a dark red, but he didn’t make an immediate reply. She’d expected an embarrassed splutter or to be told to mind her own business. Instead Ryuuji was staring at the ground, kicking at the grass in a flustered sort of way and avoiding her eyes.
“Ryuuji?” She was breathless, but couldn’t help it. 
“Don’t tell him, ma.”
Oh! A glimpse was enough to show that even Rin with his enhanced hearing wouldn’t pick up on the conversation now, so she rounded on him and gripped his arm, holding a bit too tight as she stared up at his brown and serious eyes. 
“Ryuuji! Are you being serious?” Any fatigue was forgotten in this excitement.
Ryuuji blew a breath out through his nose and looked a bit annoyed. “Course I am.” 
Torako caught her son’s hands between her own and squeezed them tight. They were too big — he’d gotten so big so fast and now he was talking about marriage —but she held on anyway and couldn’t control the elated noise that fell from her lips.
Ryuuji’s blush spread to his pierced ears — her adorably embarrassed rebel — and his eyes darted to the side bashfully. “Don’t make it a big deal, ma. It was always gonna happen.”
“When? Have you already asked? Wait, obviously not. He would have told me. When are you doing it? Here? Oh! I need to get something for a celebration feast! Something meaty and— wait, how are you asking? He’s Catholic, will there be a—”
“Ma,” Ryuuji squeaked (her baby was going to marry Rin!) “cut it out! It’s not that big a deal. I’m—”
“It is so that big of a deal!” Her baby was getting married! Rin was going to be her son. Oh! They’d finally have him as a real part of the family. It’d be official. He wouldn’t be an orphan any longer. He’d be theirs, real and proper like. 
“He has to say yes first, ma.”
She flapped her hand dismissively. “He’ll obviously say yes. You two have been acting married since you were sixteen.”
“Ma!”
Torako laughed with delight and squeezed her son close in a hug.
“You know,” he grumbled, “sometimes I think you like him more than me.”
“Not more.” 
“Ma!”
— — — — — 
It had happened when Ryuuji wasn’t watching. He had no real idea when, or even how, but it had. 
Rin was in the kitchen right now — never mind that the wedding was in a little more than an hour and they were both supposed to be getting ready for that, his soon-to-be-husband would always be near the food — and Torako was right next to him. They were huddled close, talking quietly and giddily, and there was a quiet sort of familiarity in their interactions.
It had been there almost since the beginning. Torako had claimed Rin’s aid from the very start. From when he’d been so rudely turned away from being permitted to aid with the injured during their first trip, and so desperate to help in any way anyone loud let him. She had taken him under her wing and he’d found solace in her kitchen and helping her with a few simple chores.
Apparently she’d taught him how to sew on their second visit. They’d created menus together for the last few years, and it wasn’t at all strange to go outside and find them both chatting in the garden. 
At some point over the years, Rin and Torako had gotten close. He wasn’t sure about the why of it — it had happened before he’d asked Rin out, and it had grown stronger every year. Rin had even been the one to tell her they were engaged, even if Ryuuji had given away his intentions before he’d asked. 
Now Ryuuji was going to marry him (they were sixty-eight minutes out) and Rin was helping with the celebration meal and he looked like he belonged here.
He did. At least in Ryuuji’s point of view. And apparently the rest of his family agreed. Ryuuji wanted it that way. Rin had struggled with a home for years, and he wanted to be someone that Rin could find a home in. He wanted to provide that for him. 
He watched them through the window, smiling to himself, hardly aware of how soft and smitten his expression was, not really noticing the time slip by until Tatsuma’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“Torako will make sure he’s ready in time.”
Ryuuji blinked and looked over, cheeks a bit warm and chest tight with emotions that were far too big to hold in. 
“I know.”
“And she will box my ears if you’re not ready in time.” 
He nodded, laughing a bit as he let his father guide him away. He gave the window one last look and found his mom giving him a soft smile as she watched their retreat. 
He could trust her with Rin. 
— — — — —
She didn’t know the boy when she found him, but he had come in with Ryuuji’s other classmates. He was in casual clothes — she couldn’t understand how Ryuuji had spent more than a handful of minutes in his sweltering uniform — and it took her a moment to spot the tail.
That cemented who he was in her mind and made the earlier interactions with the others a bit clearer. This was Rin Okumura, Satan’s bastard child. The poor thing had obviously been rejected from the main group, and if she spotted Ryuuji treating him poorly, she would box his ears. 
“Excuse me,” she murmured, dipping her head politely and playing Konekomaru’s letters through in her mind. He had mentioned the Okumura boys, but she couldn’t remember which one liked what. One would be useful in the kitchen, and the other with the bandages. 
The boy turned towards her, all wide-eyes and timid smile. He had on a shirt with a burger, and that won the internal argument. “Would you mind helping me in the kitchen? I’m—”
It was so immediately obvious that she had made the right choice. Everything about the young boy lit up in the happiest of ways. He had been standing aloof, a bit hunched over in a defensive sort of way she hadn’t even noticed until his shoulders went back and he was standing straight. His tail swayed back and forth in a tentative way, almost like it couldn’t quite believe it had heard, and his smile was immense.
“The kitchen?”
She nodded, not as annoyed by the interruption as she should be. “Yes? I’m afraid I find myself a little short on hands with the number of patients. It’s a simple meal, just okayu, but…”
Rin shuffled forward. “Yeah? I’d really like that. I can do anything you need. Cook, clean, serve. I can carry stuff too!”
“You can help with all of it if you want.” 
He followed after her, seeming to come alive before her eyes. He walked with longer strides, he shifted his bangs out of his eyes to stop hiding his face, he didn’t hunch, and his tail kept up its happy sway. 
Rin Okumura… well, if the others wouldn’t let him aid, she certainly would. He was hers now, and it would be the others loss.
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lilianlay · 1 year
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I have an idea but it's just an idea xd, and I love everything you write <3
diona got angry with venti because he was drunk again, and he picked on her abt her height or tail/ears idkk in joke bc he was drunk, and he didn't realize that, and diona got mad so she jumped on him (MEEOW) and started tickling him hard with her little hands and claws xd but Venti couldn't run away because of his allergies that make him sneeze, so he was sneezing and laughing at the same time then maybe klee or someone walked around and helped diona with the tickling xd and at the end the traveler(aether) heard loud laughter and screaming and then he saw venti on the ground with them and joined the tickling or saved him xd (SMTH like that I think it would be funny or maybe cute xd)
If you do something like that, you can change the whole plot, everything you want
Hi^^ Your plot is amazing! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for ask❤ Hug^^
Never tease little girls, they might get revenge
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Diona and Venti (and assistants)
An uninvited guest entered the Cat's Tail tavern. It was a well-known bard who liked to drink - Venti. He began to approach the visitors, talking, generally disturbing them. And because of that, they started to leave. Of course, this was seen by the bartender of this institution Diona, who was very unhappy, since her tavern didn't have such strong alcohol and she hated when someone came to her drunk, especially Venti.
Anemo element user walked up to the bar with a satisfied smile and sat down on a chair.
- A mug of dandelion *hic* wine, please. - he almost lay down on the bar.
Diona wagged her tail in displeasure.
- We don't have that at the bar! And no one will serve you here. - she crossed her arms.
- Ohhh, because this tavern *hic*is for kiiiiids like you~ the bard chuckled.
- What?! This is a decent place, not meant for people like you. Better go to Diluc. You already scared all the customers away. - the girl puffed out her cheeks.
- Are you sending me to your competitor? How incompetent of you. Even though you're still too little to run such a big business~
It was the last straw for her and she jumped over the bar onto the bard and they both fell to the floor.
- Attack on the client! I will complain. - all this time he stupidly giggled and sneezed.
- You are sick and come to my tavern?! - she began to knock him with her small fists on the ribs and stomach.
All this time, Venti wiggled and began to laugh and sneezed several times.
- I'm allehehergic to cahats. - one more sneeze. In fact, it wasn't all that bad, since Diona was only half a cat and so the bard didn't die from his allergies, he just sneezed from time to time.
- Why did you come here then? - Diona keeps banging her fists. - And why are you laughing?!
- Yohohohohou tihihihickle mehehehe *ahchoo*
- Tickle? Oh, so you're ticklish. - she smiled slyly. - So this will be a lesson for you!
Small claws began to run along bard's ribs and her tail made its way under his corset and began to gently tickle his tummy.
Venti squeaked and burst into memelodic laughter.
- Nohohohohoho *hic* ihihihihit's tihicklehes - the user of the anemo element tried to roll over on his stomach, but due to alcohol and his allergies, he became very weak and ended up just laughing.
- You deserved it! - small claws tickle bow user's delicate neck.
- Nohoho, nohoho *hic* nohohohot theheHEHEHEre - ringing laughter spread throughout the tavern.
- Oh, not here? Hmm, okay~ Diona started to tickle even faster and her tail started to help.
From this, Venti sneezed loudly and began to snort funny.
- You won't come here anymore?
- Nohohoho prohohohmises. It's nohohot lihike yohou dohohon't wahahant to sehehehe me in your tahahahavern. - but his cheeks were already red. - It's a vehehery wehehahahak tihihickle
Diona puffed out her cheeks again.
At that moment, the door to the tavern very quietly opened and two girls entered. It was Klee and Qiqi.
- Hello Diona! - the user of the pyro element waved her hand vigorously.
- Hi. - the second girl did the same, but less vigorously.
- Girls? - the cat girl was surprised to see her friends right now. - What are you doing here?
- Have you forgotten? We agreed to take a walk together today. Klee smiled sweetly.
- Oh, I completely forgot, forgive me.
But then her speech was interrupted by a piercing squeal from Venti.
- Diona is having fun with the bard. - Qiqi looked at the dark-haired.
- Not at all! He is drunk again and go to my tavern and I punish him. - she glared at her victim.
- Oh, we can help you! - the blonde giggled.
- Excellent! I will be very happy.
- Wh-what? Thrheheee little gihihorls agaihinst onehe big bahard? Ehe - Venti started teasing again.
- Rude. - the violet-haired said.
- I agree, he really needs to be punished! - Klee began to wiggle her fingers in the air.
The girls sat comfortably on user of the anemo element's legs.
- H-hey, I wahas joking - Venti giggled.
- You have bad jokes. - the cat girl quickly took off the bard's corset that protected his stomach.
- Let the fun begin! - the user of the pyro element shouted cheerfully and began to tickle under the bard's left knee.
Qiqi repeat the movement of a friend and tickle under the right knee. Diona began to tickle their victim's tummy.
There was a scream, a very loud scream. The dark-haired thumped the floor with his fists, but tried not to squirm so the girls wouldn't fall.
Ahahahahahaha, oh plehehehease vehehery ticklEHEHEHEHES - he sneezed.
- That's how it should be~ the catalyst user giggled.
The user of the anemo element went crazy as each girl had different techniques. Klee tickled very quickly and also stroked the soft skin. Qiqi, on the contrary, tickled very slowly and sometimes turned to her friends asking if she was doing the right thing. But Venti's loud laugh was the best answer. Diona used her claws and tickled not only his stomach, but also his armpits and ribs, and her tail didn't forget to run around his neck sometimes.
- Plehehehase, pleahaHAHAHAHAHASE, I UNDEHEHEHERSTAHAND EVERYTHIHIHING, I'm SOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY, DIHIHIHIONA
- You won't come here again? - the cat girl asked.
- But then we can't tickle him like that. - the blonde complained.
- Qiqi likes to tickle the bard, it's fun.
- We can do it outside the tavern, right?
The girls nodded and Venti screamed.
- Hey, what's going on here? - It was Paimon's voice. Aether stood next to her and giggled softly at the sight.
- Traveler, Paimon! - Klee greeted them very happily.
- Welcome to the cat's tail tavern. - Diona smiled.
- Ahahahahaether hehehehehelp mehehe pleahahAHAHAHAse. - the user of the anemo element pulled his hand towards him, but then pressed it to himself, as he felt the claws.
- What happened? - the blonde stepped closer.
- He came to me drunk and started insulting me - the bow user looked at their victim with displeasure.
- Oh, that's really bad. Venti, did you apologize?
- Yehehehehes, yehehehehEHEHEHES I'mhahahaha, plehehehehehehase I cahahahahan't.
- He still can. - the claws began to tickle very quickly.
- In fact, Tone-Deaf-Bard deserved such a punishment a long time ago. - Paimon said while looking at the menu.
- This is true. - Aether smiled. - But I think he should take a break. And next time, I think he will think several times to come to you in this form.
- Hmm, okay. - Diona started to stop and so did her friends. - Thank the traveler for saving you.
- T-thahahahanks. - Venti lay in a pose of a starfish and sneezed.
- It was very funny! - Klee clapped her hands. - We must do it again sometime.
- Yes, but I think it can be done right now. - the pink-haired girl smiled slyly and looked at the sword user. - Aether, are you ticklish?~
- What? I'm not.. - he blushed and began to move away.
- Liar! - Venti and Paimon said in one voice.
- Traitors!
-Um, girls, maybe we can agree?
- You interrupted our fun with bard, so you need to be punished~ all three began to wiggle their fingers in the air and the traveler squeaked.
There was a lot of laughter and screaming from Aether in the cat's tail tavern tonight.
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chironshorseass · 2 years
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i like looking at you !!!!
i’m trying so hard to come back to my prompts. u know the drill!! sending syd a kiss bc she sent this first and also sending one to lizzie @jockpercabeth bc of her beautiful scrunchy fic <333 mwah.
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superfruit.
sometimes the new york city summer heat sneaks up to you. annabeth can almost compare it to sitting by a pool side and realizing that sweat has clung to your skin, even if fresh, cool water is right there. and the sky in the upper east side is right there, a beautiful swimming-pool blue, and she just wants to dive in it—because her neck is already sticky and warm. 
“just five minutes outside and i am already swea-ting,” she tells percy, who’s carrying a bag full of groceries that he’d insisted on carrying because, i'm a gentleman, annabeth, that’s what we do.
right now he only grunts. “believe me, i know.”
she does know. the white shirt he has on is plastered across his chest and shoulders, and although in any other circumstance she would appreciate the view all she feels now is pity. percy’s face contorts into a grimace as he brushes away the dark hair sticking to his forehead. 
“maybe we should get ice cream?” she suggests.
“babe, the ice cream shop is two blocks farther than the apartment. but...maybe after, i guess?”
“i just...i need something refreshing, please, or else i'm gonna die and it’s gonna be your fault.”
“there’s a fridge back home,” he says, grinning at her expression.
“a fridge, he says. that only has, like, orange juice.”
“yeah, ‘cause you ate all the ice cream.”
she shoves him. “excuse me, that was you—”
“but you gave me the idea of eating it, so.”
“you’re literally so immature,” she says, and he laughs as she continues with, “fine, if you want it that way. orange juice it is.”
fine, she thinks. if the summer heat sneaks up to me, i’ll just do what’s necessary. so she pulls her braids into a ponytail using her favorite blue scrunchie and immediately feels so much better. she glances over her shoulder at her favorite person.
“race you?”
she’s already running when percy calls at her that, “hey, it’s not fair!” and chases after her anyway.
;
percy’s apartment is blissfully cool. home. he takes out the orange juice as he promised. she grabs some pop rocks from the grocery bag. and there’s something about it—something she’s too afraid to name.
domesticity, perhaps? 
sally’s away at a writing seminar, and it’s just them and the air conditioning and a glass cup that feels deliciously cool against her palm and his hiphop playlist blaring from his phone. it’s been a year, almost. a year after his sixteenth birthday. it suddenly hits her that he’s here, lending his home to her. after a year, almost. she’s still sixteen, maybe, but she’s come far from that girl scared out of her mind for her best friend, only a summer ago.
“cheers,” he says. her glass of orange juice clinks with his own; half his lips quirk up.
“cheers,” she replies.
but all annabeth wants is to kiss him, she realizes. instead she takes a sip of juice and shoves some pop rocks into her mouth after. the burst of sweetness is glorious against her tongue, though not as glorious as watching him. 
thirsty much? she wants to tease, but is too enraptured. 
he drinks and drinks, draining away the orange juice, gasping every once in a while as his adam’s apple bobs along. when he’s done, he grins at her.
“you’re staring.”
she shrugs. almost a year. it really doesn’t feel all that long, it really doesn’t embarrass her anymore. he’s her best friend. her favorite person. and it shouldn’t be surprising she’s fallen—hard—for that eagerness in him that he shows just now, as he chugs down the cold drink. she’s fallen for his smiles, the little crow’s feet that form after. the hair that curls behind his ears and the way he’s taller than her and, yeah, okay, he’s just very pleasing to look at. sue her. but she’s also fallen for his small mannerisms—the sound he makes after understanding a math problem. those arms that pull her in when she’s too far away. it shouldn’t be surprising, but it is. like new york city heat that sneaks up to you.
“earth to annabeth?” he waves a hand across her face.
immediately she catches his hand in hers, nose wrinkling. “why’d you have to do that?”
“do what?” his eyes sparkle as his smile widens. their fingers intertwine, and a familiar warmth flares in her tummy.
“that. distract me. can’t you just let me be? i was admiring you.”
“admiring me, huh?”
he tugs her closer. she rolls her eyes. “yes, admiring you, dummy. for your information, i like looking at you.”
“really?”
“mm-hmm.”
whoever doesn’t like looking at percy jackson is a liar fair and square, and that’s the truth. their eyes meet; she curls her arms around his neck, not even complaining that he’s still sweaty. she’s sweaty too, after all. there’s a song that’s playing from his phone, but she’s too caught up to identify which one exactly. 
percy cups her cheek, breathes into her ear, “well, i like looking at you.”
“i think i like looking at you more.”
“oh, so it’s a competition now?”
there it is. the warmth in her tummy. this much smiling must be unhealthy. it must, because it hurts too much.
“shut up,” she says, and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him. he tastes like orange juice, obviously— all sweet and tangy. it must be some kind of super fruit, this need for having him, here. this feeling that makes her gasp into his mouth and fill her heart up, up until it nearly spills. she can’t get enough of. she can’t. home. she sighs and drags him even closer because he’s home and he’s a super fruit and that’s all she needs. 
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tokuteasings · 1 year
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Dating - Zack, Minato Yoko, Oren Pierre Alfonzo
Phew~! Finally rounding out the Gaim dating headcanons with the good boi, the QUEEN, and the chef~!
Thank you all ever so much for joining me on this ride~!
Warnings: Me talking about Gaim, angst, i miss yoko bc i love her and zack deserves better. Also Knuckle Gaiden spoilers, Gridon spoilers,....Gaim spoilers in general
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Zack
Sunshine. Literally just sunshine. Zack is a young man who knows what he wants and how to get it…most of the time. See, he may claim to have this confident swagger but in reality he’s just a big fucking dork. But here’s the thing, he’s YOUR dork. So, legally, he’s your problem now. It’s not that he’s a tsundere (ever so slightly) but it’s more so there are so many nerves within him that are just threatening to burst that he has no place to put them. But his heart is just oh so full of love that he can’t help but put it all on to you~! By that, I mean that Zack is a learner. He does his best in every single little thing that he does for you that you can’t help but be floored by his earnest and honest affections. It’s almost like he’s taking baby steps into this relationship. He’s not stepping on glass but taking this into leap and bounds with you.
Zack is a beautiful man and while he is aware of this, he is humble about it. He doesn’t mind that you watch him but there’s this adorable little blush to his cheeks that just…spreads down to the tips of his chest. Also!!! You should kiss his chest! It’s like the fastest way to make him laugh and giggle but also the best way to initiate sexy times if you’re into that. If anything, you need to get used to seeing Zack half naked because he’ll just…walk around half naked in the home you spend together! He gets hot really easily and hates it, so he does this to quickly cool down. You tend to keep your home cold as hell because of this. 
He keeps the relationship on the downlow most of the time. It’s not that he isn’t happy to be with you! He wants to shout it to the world but there is a part of him that worries…Kaito or Peco may not approve. Peco finds out super quick though and is more than happy to support you two! If anything, he probably set you two up. But Kaito honestly could not care? What you two do is your damn business. It’s a load off of Zack’s shoulders. Team Baron are exceptionally supportive whenever they can on the lowkey than Team Gaim. But listen, they are thankful that Zack keeps coming towards the base with the brightest of smiles and the biggest pep in his step…it’s a good look on the leader besides, he deserves it. 
It’s not that PDA is lowkey, it’s present but it’s so natural that Zack doesn’t really think about it. It’s a comfortable sense of PDA that was probably present from when you two were friends and it passed into the romantic sense. It’s simple hand-holding, loving hugs, side hugs, head pats and now it turned into kisses and longing gazes - hands unwilling to let one another go and cling to each other for as long as you two can. He always has this sweet and sappy smile upon his lips whenever you two are holding hands; like a giddy child or a boy with his first crush. He never fails to lace his fingers with yours because it’s comforting, it’s his rock. Thus, I firmly believe that he loves hand and finger kisses.
Zack knows he isn’t the strongest Armored Rider out there, but he is also one of the Riders who takes time out of his day to train with you. This world is going to shit, and he only wants to return this city back to the way it was. He wants to live out his life with you (if such a thing is even possible) in this city that he has come to love. These training “dates” are not often, but are a way for Zack to blow off steam that isn’t dancing. If anything, if he asks you to train with him, you know he has something on his mind. He’s keeping it bottled up because he doesn’t want to bother you, Peco, or Kaito with it and it’s not that you can communicate with fists with him…it’s more so Zack wants to let his mind clear up before he thinks about it. IT’s best to listen to him during these times, come with plenty of first aid kits, and kisses. He’s also just a normal person thrust into this war…the both of you were just normal people yesterday. He may put on a brave face in front of you, but these are the times when he is the most vulnerable. He always thinks ahead that it scares him, what if the worst things come true…? If something happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. 
Zack is such a people person that most of the time, dates are probably going to be in a public space like a restaurant where he’s best friends (lowkey adopted by) with the owners and staff or at a club. He understands if you’re not the kind of person who likes going out and he has back up plans for that! Zack is a very go-with-the-flow sort of person so he’s happy just spending time with you in any capacity. It’s hard for him to pick a good date idea (has to ask Peco or even Kouta for ideas) but really as long as you two are having fun, he’s happy! More often than not, he enjoys spontaneous dates. So randomly he’ll show up to take you out somewhere because he noticed you’re feeling down and he refuses to see you frown! More often than not, you two will just go walking down the street trying to figure out what to do for the day, let your heart take you!!! But if he had to pick, Zack’s fave dates are the ones when you two are outside and doing some sort of physical activity. Be it a walk in the park, or ice skating, or a picnic in the park. 
Zack’s love language is physical touch, verbally, and time together. He has to have his arm around you in some capacity. Around your waist or your shoulders or just holding your hand. Zack never fails to tell you at least one compliment or that he loves you every single day. Of course, as stated before, Zack spontaneously likes to surprise you with random dates just to take your mind off of things. In a way, Zack is just the boy next door - the perfect guy to take home to your parents. Listen, he can’t cook for shit but he knows his way around with at least picking out the delish places around Zawame City. He tends to bring you food from the best places that he knows, the hole-in-the-wall places with the best foods. More often than not, Zack greets you with the biggest of hugs and may pick you up and spin you, lol.
What happened to Zack when he lost the use of his leg was devastating. You stayed by his side as he was recovering, as he traveled to New York to dance again and eventually when he came back to Japan and his…perhaps “final dance” with Kaito. You could have sworn to see the former leader dancing with Zack and giving him strength. Or was it Kouta? Either or…but still, what amazes you is his strength. How he keeps on going despite everything that happens to him. Zack wants to be your source of strength so he never fails to try to cheer you up as you have done for him during these…dark times, even during the Inves invasion you two were each other’s source of light. 
Dancing!!! Zack loooves dancing! It’s his favorite form of exercise and Zack tends to dance with you randomly around the house. He knows freestyle dance, yes, but he knows ballroom dancing as well. He tends to randomly grab you during calm moments in the home with the radio on or something playing in the background and just…almost break out into song with it and dance with you. It’s like living in a musical because Zack loves musicals! Music and dance are such a big part of his life and don’t be surprised if Zack actually composes a song for you. He isn’t a good composer but he knows how to play piano so he WILL sing you to sleep and will have an entire fucking playlist of songs you two have designated as “your songs”.
Loving Zack is a dance. It’s sweet, eventful, full of ups and downs. It’s the ballroom dance and the orchestra combined into this sweet symphony that will never ever stop. In fact, Zack is one of the few Riders that actively thinks about marriage if the time allows. If you are not ready for that, it’s fine. He wants to let you know that he loves you, and will get you a promise ring. It’s not just a promise to be together but…a promise to be there for each other. A promise to help each other when you two are done. A promise to be each other’s strength, the other leg or other arm to support each other with. But you two have a set of separate dreams, whatever those may be, and it’s important to chase those too. So Zack will be supportive of whatever you do, and you will be supportive of him. It’s a calm and loving cycle of affection between you two.
Minato Yoko
One of the most dangerous of people to date, not only because of her past (and has a huge target on her back) but because you can never truly know what the hell is in Yoko’s head. Perhaps there is a permanent sort of maze, a labyrinth you cannot escape no matter how hard you try. She has you captivated, trapped, and you honestly wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. But Yoko is strangely soft around you and she isn’t emotionless just…keeps them on the downlow. She shows affection in different fashions and isn’t the most super verbal person, but Yoko loves you - adores you, and she is fiercely loyal to a fault. There are days when you think she doesn’t love you but she surprises you with a random peck to the cheek or lips and perhaps your favorite meal. Yoko shows her love in the littlest things. 
As such, her love language is time spent together, gift giving, and acts of service. She’s generally rather a reserved woman and she is a bit of a homebody. She doesn’t mind going out on a fancy dinner date with you (she loves dressing up and who could blame her) or even something simple like getting junk food together. But to Yoko, she’s simply elated to even just be in the same room with you, texting or just cuddling. She is fine with not being uber clingy (she’s here or there with clinginess) but simply existing in the same space as you. Acts of service is more so along the lines of the fact she isn’t so verbal most of the time but aligns with the idea she shows love in gestures. It’s sometimes as simple as a hand in yours and a squeeze, or having cooked you a quick meal before you two go to work, or delivering lunch to you during your breaks together. If you do the same to her, Yoko will joke that you’re trying to butter her up but very much loves it when you do so. 
Yoko keeps her personal life and work life very much separate. If you two work together in Yggdrasil as Armored Riders or otherwise, Yoko doesn’t interact with you much in the buildings. In fact, she even keeps your relationship a secret…especially from Ryoma. She doesn’t trust his ass for shit and knows he’ll use the two of you against each other somehow. So she would rather be safe than sorry. This means PDA during work does not fucking exist and you two have to keep a very professional sort of lie around one another. Ryoma does eventually find out and teases her for it, which ends up with a smile and a threat to his life. Once you two are no longer working with Yggdrasil and are working to starve off the Inves invasion, Yoko is a lot more open with her relationship with you. Everyone is surprised that Yoko was even in a relationship in the first place. It’s really none of their damn business and she could honestly care less if you two are found out by them. She’ll actually be slightly more open with you during these times, letting her hands graze against yours and a bit more of the cheek kisses she’s almost signaturely known for. 
PDA is not often either. It’s not like you’re loving a stone wall or something but more so Yoko prefers her own bubble of space. She’s fine with simple hand holding on her off days (you see hints of her happiness every now and then, with wistful smiles and collected giggles under her breath) and prefers small pecks on the cheeks and lips whenever she can. There are moments of passion whenever you two are alone, however, just simply being in the same space together. Her kisses sometimes…knows she won’t make it through a fight and when those moments happen, she kisses long and slow. She pours out every ounce of love she has for you into these kisses, what words cannot fill in. You two are always left breathless after these kisses and Yoko has this smirk to her lips. It’s confident but loving, her eyes shimmering with a light you cannot put your finger on. It’s during these moments when Yoko will whisper out a rare but warranted, “I love you,” and press her forehead against yours, holding your fingers tightly. 
Yoko knows her strength. She is also going to use you as a sparring partner whenever possible. However, she also takes time to teach you new things and correct your posture. Yoko is the most physically capable of all of the Riders and next to Oren, she has the most battlefield experience. She is a bit sneaky and teasing during these times, seeing your blushing face during these moments make her laugh and it’s a rare and wonderful thing to hear from her - tingling and bell-like, from her chest and she lost her burdens. She prepares plenty of after-sparring kisses and foods and drinks of course. But Yoko always gives out pointers at the end. But sometimes she brings homemade items for you and it’s those rare days you know Yoko is saying, “I love you” to you in a nonverbal way. She has seen death, she’s killed and has almost been killed. Life is short and finite and she wants to spend even the littler moments with you whenever possible. 
Shopping dates are something Yoko enjoys and it’s one of her favorite ways to show affection to you. She can give gifts, spend time with you, blow off steam, and look good all the while! Yoko knows she’s a fucking vision and sometimes she may tease you every now and then but she likes dolling you up. She tends to pick out things that remind her of you, things that would suit your wardrobe or things she finds in the spur of the moment. She tends to personally attach things to you (not just to have her hands on you but to feel a simple connection with you and tease you lol) and always gives out compliments. If you have low self confidence, Yoko will take you on shopping dates more often and make you stand in front of a mirror and point out every single little thing she loves about you. Do not fucking fight with her on this, Yoko will say these daily if she must.
Speaking of arguments…it’s a terror to get into an argument with Yoko. She’s so quiet most of the time, and you can never tell if she’s angry (kind of because she has furrowed brow and twisted lip) and how she will strike back. Yoko normally will tell you if she has some sort of problem and it takes a lot for her to get mad but arguments will mostly be about safety, each other and how to make ends meet, and perhaps…Kaito. Yoko has this strange interest in him, in his strength and it makes you feel inadequate. Yoko doesn’t pop a vessel at this but more so that she’s insulted that you don’t trust her. She understands where you are coming from, however, but Yoko is an enigma. But she becomes better, she states each of her boundaries and Kaito can never measure up to you. She may find interest in him, but you are the person she would lay down her life for without a doubt. 
Yoko is beyond protective. Despite her short self, she is found glaring literally at anyone who looks at you funny. It’s doubly so on the battlefield. Because of the fact you two know how each other works, you two are perhaps beyond deadly. You are constantly tossing each other’s weapon back and forth, or rushing to each other’s rescue. You two can communicate with a simple glance and have this practiced sort of dance between you. A queen and her beloved, the royal who protects the queen with their life and she with theirs. Yoko also doesn’t get jealous but more so protective, and tends to wrap her arm around your waist whenever she does so. It’s not to stake her property but more so to ensure you’re safe and she can pull you out of danger. Maybe you’ll get a kiss too. 
One thing Yoko enjoys doing during her down time is doing her nails. It’s calming to her and precise. She knows style when she sees it and she loves it if you two do it together! The two of you pick out things for each other and Yoko likes tickling you a bit whenever she’s doing your nails. Your laugh is one of her favorite things in the world, as is your smile and your words for her. Plus, at the end, she gets to hold your hand all the time! Sometimes you get hand and knuckle kisses for free. Actually, those kinds of kisses are her fave. She uses those hands of hers so much to harm others that seeing them loved is such a change of pace for her and she’s not complaining. 
Loving Yoko is as dangerous as she is. She knows more than anyone that they might not make it out of this Inves invasion. She is a warrior at heart, she is not meant to settle down. But with you…she can forget that. She can be herself, not a killer, not a mercenary, just Minato Yoko. She is allowed to live for herself and not for others. So it hurts the most when she dove in front of you to protect you, the promise to stay alive still burning on her lips and tears streaming down both of your faces as she is slowly fading into the darkness. Kaito lets you grieve as Yoko spills out those words she could never say but wants to. She tells you how much she loves you before she passes and presses a strange little letter into your hands as her pulse fades. It’s a paper full of affection, adoration, and everything in between. It’s apologies and supports and love most of all. You live on in her name, in her honor. 
Oren Pierre Alfonzo
Ohhh loving Oren is an adventure. This man lives and breathes drama and will fucking ham it up whenever he can. Sometimes he likes to randomly and dramatically drape himself upon furniture like a faint Victorian maiden or just upon you so you can catch him! It’s kinda hilarious when he does this because he makes up silly excuses such as, “Oh my darling~! I feel faint~! Catch me!!” or “My beloved! Oh you won’t believe what has happened!!!” but Oren does this outta love and gives you kisses whenever you do catch him. 
Also does not hesitate to carry you in a bridal style. This motherfucker is jacked and he will not hesitate to randomly pick you up and spin you around! He’ll sling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and just take you wherever! Though if you are able to lift up Oren, this man is over the moon!! He’ll pepper your face with kisses and call you his knight in shining armor! Though, honestly, because Oren doesn’t sleep often (he does, he promises, he just works late as a chef and all) he tends to come home later. He tends to carry you into bed and cuddle the ever living shit outta you. Sometimes you don’t even make it to bed and just have a blanket around your shoulders. More often than not, you tend to stay up waiting for him to come home. Though there are times when you catch Oren asleep and he won’t wake up. He’s a naturally deep sleeper and you will put a blanket over him. When he finds out, Oren peppers you with kisses~!
Oh this man will cook everything and anything for you. There’s a dish you’re craving? Oren will order the ingredients in one-day shipping and cook it for you right away in the kitchen! Oren’s biggest love language is food itself and he memorizes your likes and dislikes. He tends to follow through with food trends and sometimes you come home to like…the most whack ass but delicious food you have ever had. Oren is a firm believer in the fact if you pour love into your cooking, it’ll taste good. He pours ALL of his love into cooking for you! Also he gets up super early in the morning to make like the fucking most ass expensive bentos for you with the best ingredients. He leaves a note for you inside as well. It’s always these sappy little notes with stickers and drawn on hearts and maybe a lipstick mark. 
God, Oren is the most clingy bitch known to man. He’s obnoxious about this and tends to send you videos and texts and calls like every 6 seconds telling you how much he misses you~! He knows how to turn off his clinginess if you need some alone time or are doing something busy and then will switch to support mode with an excessive amount of emojis, stickers, and kaomojis. Oren’s basically your biggest hype man and he’s going to ensure that you know he loves you. The videos sometimes are him (and a very reluctant Jonouchi) holding pom poms and doing a dance to cheer you on! Listen, Oren may b e over the top but he loves you he swears. 
Speaking of Jonouchi, he’s nothing but supportive for you and Oren. Sure he may give his mentor gripes (or is scared to) but you think of him as a sibling more than anything. If Oren is the high, then Jonouchi is the low. He often complains that Oren is being annoying and you should come shut him up. But really, he knows the two of you can and will take care of each other. He doesn’t have to like play threaten you two or anything. If anything, it’s Oren threatening him. “Don’t look at my beloved too much, because you’ll become blinded, boy!” “Ahuh. Sure.” 
Oren tends to call you by all sorts of nicknames! In English, French, and whatnot. He tends to call you: “royal” “darling” “beloved” “mon amour” etc etc. Though he will use your name or your Rider title and twist em up to make cute little personalized nicknames!!! If you call him nicknames too, Oren will be over the moon! It’s one of his ways of showing affection for you. But he adores your name just as much as making up nicknames and pet names for you. He gets really sappy whenever he says your actual name and he’s letting down his guard so it’s sweet to see him like this. He’ll hold you hand and whisper your name into your arm as you two sway to this music in your heads and it’s calm and it’s perfect.
Like Yoko, Oren will not hesitate to use you as a sparring partner. He will not hold back just because you’re his significant other! Though, he has this ritual before he spars with you. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, “No hard feelings, okay, my love?” and then off you two go to beat each other black and blue respectfully. Oren gives out a lot of pointers, more so than Yoko and he is a loooot more handsy. He is a super physically affectionate person so of course he’ll help position you better. Sure it can lead to sexy times and Oren may tease a bit but he’s deadly serious about making you stronger and stay alive. It’s a hint of vulnerability because he’s seen so much death and a single careless mistake could cost you your life. He’s not going to let that happen. When you two are done, it’s nothing but comfort kisses and feeding each other post-workout snacks! Oren also always compliments you on your job well done. 
As said, Oren is your biggest hype man and this extends to out on the battlefield. Oren is super protective of you during fights and you can always hear him from across a fucking lake of how proud he is of course!!! Oren will also literally come barreling outta nowhere if you call for him, outside of the suit or inside. Oren adores you and not many people expect him to be absolutely fucking terrifying. One time you got hit on by a drunk person and Oren fucking threw them across a whole ass street and berated them for trying to harm his beloved and beautiful partner!!! Yeah don’t make Oren angry. Like ever. But he tends to run over to you to check your safety more often than not. You’re his biggest priority! Fuck all the people around him. 
Arguments with Oren don’t really exist because Oren is so honest and truthful that he will tell you right away with no hesitation. He is very verbal about his wants and needs and he wants to tell you things right away if something is an issue. However, if you’re not confrontational like he is, Oren will be a lot more gentler with his approach. People fear the “can we talk” notes but Oren is more along the lines of, “I want to find a solution with you, because what we have is worth every single little thing we get into.” and Oren will fight for this relationship. Many will think he will let it drop at the drop of a hat but he wants this relationship more than anything. He’s never physical with these kinds of things and wants to come to a peaceful solution more often than not. He also hates raising his voice and having people shout at him in return. It’s from his military training and Oren hates raising his voice towards you. You deserve better than that and it’s unbecoming of the two of you to get into screaming matches. SOmetimes if Oren gets too heated, he’ll walk away from the argument and stress bake in order to calm down. He’ll share these treats with you and discuss even more solutions. 
Loving Oren is like the pastries he cooks, sweet as sugar. Oren is nothing short of a supportive partner who wants the best for not only himself but for you! As one of the few Armored Riders left in Zawame City, Oren has taken it upon himself to be a figure of justice alongside you! Alongside Jonouchi, you were beyond worried when he was controlled by the Hellheim fruit and went on a rampage but he never would (and never could) harm you in any sort of capacity. Oren loves you and you alone. He wouldn’t mind settling down but it’ll take Oren a while for him to think about it. He’s busy, yes, but it’s along the lines of he wants to take it slow. Marriage is not an end goal but something you two can achieve together if you two wish. Of course, his proposal will be the most over the top thing but for Oren, as long as you’re by his side…he’s the happiest person in the world. 
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Please please please can we have a Aemond and Bealor Training Moment? 🥹🥹🥹
( totally out of context but is Bealor named after Aemond deceased half brother ?) 
I was thinking about Baelor being baelon bc I like that name but it would’ve been seen like a callback to his father’s father (and the boy aemma has before she passes). And frankly I don’t think Aemond would want it to look like he cared about his dad 💀. I just liked the name Baelor tbh. It’s one of the few male targaryen names I think sounds nice.
Anyway heres a bit dad-son bonding time
Reflections
“No.”
Aemond blinked blankly. It sounds silly but to be honest, it was a word he had not grown accustomed to hearing. Let alone when it came from Criston.
“What do you mean ‘no’,” he scoffed. Criston just shrugged, easily natured.
“No, I will not train him. You should.”
An tinge of anxiety and annoyance pooled in his stomach.
“You are more than capable to,” Criston continues to focus on the sword he is polishing. “And you’re his father. Better it comes from you than me. Aegon has surprisingly already started with Maelor.”
Aemond slumps in his seat. He just stares at Criston for a moment. He notices a few strands of grey hair disrupting a head full of black hair. He eventually looks up from his sword with a sigh when he sees Aemond not budging.
“Start off slow, and use the wooden sticks first. The best way to learn is to get roughed up yourself. He will learn to give his guard up because of it. It had not been that long since. You surely remember all our lessons.”
Aemond just nods, realizing there was no talking into Criston into changing his mind once he was set in something. And he does remember their lessons, in great detail. Sometimes he thinks that the problem. He remembers be so incessantly hard on himself, especially after losing his eye.
He refused to let that stop him, and he often wondered if it was to his own detriment. As if being some harden warrior would make up for things out of his control. He had even hoped Viserys would take notice. The thought made feel sick at times.
“Cole,” Criston looks up again. “Thank you.”
Criston’s dark brows furrow in confusion.
“For training us.”
The confusion turns into a tired smile. “I sort of had no choice, but you’re welcome.”
———
The morning had started out a bit disastrous.
It had started with them breaking their fast. Aegon, in an unusually good mood for the morning, had playfully thrown Alysanne up the air. She had giggled so hard, she peed on herself. Leading to Saera to giggle just as hard, creating the same result. Alicent had scolded him on the twins’ parents behalf.
Aemond then spent the next hour with a weepy Myrah. Who burst into tears the moment she saw Baelor in a blue training smock.
And he’s - he’s now growing up and there’s nothing I can do about it.
He understood that. He felt like just days ago Baelor was being born, and now he is begging to start training. Baelor had comforted her by saying he would be beating his father in no time.
“Mother told me you like wearing your hair down during sparring because you like whipping it around,” Baelor laughed while Aemond set up the straw dummies.
Aemond pauses with a frown. “Your mother says a lot of things.”
He did not whip his hair around, it naturally moved like that.
“When I get one those swords like you have,” Baelor frowned at the wood one in his hand.
Hopefully never thought Aemond.
“When you can properly use this one.”
As he watched Baelor toss it around in his hand, getting a feel for the weight of it, a tightness gathers in Aemond’s chest. He doesn’t know where time has gone.
There was a time he was ok with being alone, or least he would’ve tried to convince himself to deprive himself of companionship or love. Now he has no idea how he would live without the family he has now.
“Alright, first things first. Never leave yourself open to the obvious attach.”
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