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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry VI

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; abuse of power, chase, unwanted touching, confusing Bucky is confusing, blow job.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You’re journey continues on but not so smoothly.

Note: Getting this out for Monday and back to the grind of the new job so updates might not be as steady but I’ll at least get some more gif requests done.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

The caravan continued until the sun began to descend. Tents were erected for the lords and the retinue of lower nobility and guards. As the servants slept under and in the wagon, or out in the open, you were taken to the painted blue canvas where Lord Barnes' bed had been set up.

He spent much of the day in the carriage with you but for the last hour took to horseback. He welcomed you with kiss on your forehead, his arm already disposed of on the stout stool beside the bed. His sleeves hung loosely but he barely seemed to worry for it as he urged you to the mattress.

He only stripped his coat and tunic, his boots kicked off beside the frame. He helped disassemble your gown, the pieces slung over the single chest unloaded into the tent. You remained in only your shift as he pulled you down beside him after he extinguished the lantern.

He laid on his side, watching you as his hand rested on your stomach. You were exhausted but knew you wouldn't sleep. Still, you closed your eyes and tried to let weight settle over your eyelids.

"Sweeting," Barnes cooed, "did you enjoy our activity today?"

You stiffened and slowly opened your eyes. You looked at him cautiously and dipped your chin, "yes, my lord." You still weren't certain how you felt about what occurred but to let on that confusion to him would do you no favours.

“Mmm,” he nestled closer, bringing his body flush to your side as he took your hand and played with your fingers. You exhaled and urged the strength entirely from your body, “and I did wonder… you did say you were untouched… was your meaning that you’d never been touched in any manner? Even as lightly as how I did this day?”

You bit the inside of your lip and mustered your voice. “Never. Never anything, my lord,” you confessed.

He hummed and brought the back of your hand to his lips. He kissed your flesh cloyingly, leaving a trail up your arm to the edge of your shift. His hand dropped yours and swept up your stomach. He cupped your chest and rested his head just over the swell of your breasts.

His hair smelled of horse and sweat. You let him lay against you and stared at the canvas of the tent through the stifling dark. He brought the blankets higher and held you in his warmth. He nuzzled your breasts but his hand did not descend further.

“It will be some days yet,” he said grimly, “I hate travel, it is so tiring,” he yawned, “but when we are at the castle, we may rest…” his fingers curled into your side as his breath slipped under the top of your shift, “we will have time to know each other better.”

You closed your eyes and a hot tear trickled down your temple and along your scalp. You fought not to heave as you wanted desperately to sob. You just laid there, still but restless, and listened to his breaths. When at last he began to snore, you began to weep.

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The second day rolled by on the carriage wheels and into the dust of the road. The third morning came with a layer of frost and the sun stayed hidden behind pale clouds. You climbed again into the royal vehicle and Barnes joined you again. He did not ride at all on his own as he slumbered on the bench with head in your lap and woke to shove his hand up your skirts.

Again, he stoked the flame inside of you with his touch. You hated how you whined, how your thighs clamped around his hand hungrily, and how the ripples flowed over to powerful tides. On the fourth day, he was joined by another as it began to rain and Lord Rogers sat across from you as Barnes flanked you.

You pulled back the curtain to peer out at the muddy road and listened to the call of the wet riders and the servants who worked to dislodge the carts whenever they were halted by the muck. You knew Rogers was watching you, you felt the tingle of his gaze, and Barnes too. The two men had you caged in and their silence troubled you.

“I see you have a new dress,” Rogers began, “it looks fine on you… lady.”

You looked to him and then to Barnes. “Thank you, my lord,” you clasped your hands and kept your shoulder straight as you stared at the empty space beside Rogers.

“You must have selected the attire,” Rogers spoke to Barnes, “she might look lovely in rose.”

“Mmm, you would know fashion better than me,” Barnes grumbled, “so long as the fabric is untorn and cut well, I am unbothered.”

“Oh, but you see the neckline does frame her face well, it brings out the shape of it,” Rogers tilted his head as he looked you over, “and the hood, she would do well with something shorter to lengthen the neck but it the pearls are well placed.”

“Had I known you were so interested in women’s attire I might have consulted with you before sending to my tailor,” Barnes sighed and fidgeted with the ring on his finger.

“Only in that it makes me wonder at what’s beneath,” Rogers slithered, “I always thought the intrigue of ladies was to peel away the wrapping of their gifts.”

“Do not be crass,” Barnes rebuffed as he gripped his forehead, “the storm does already cloud my head.”

Rogers crossed his arms and huffed. He pushed his legs apart and glared at Barnes. “How much longer am I to wait?”

Barnes dropped his hand and sat up. He glanced at you and back to Rogers. His jaw clenched as he considered his friend and shrugged.

“Oh come on, you would not feel so rotten with a distraction,” Rogers urged, “and I would not be so bored. It is easier astride to bear the road--”

“Quiet,” Barnes snapped and his throat constricted, “you don’t give me time to think.”

Rogers brows rose hopefully as he watched his friend. Barnes ran his hand up and down his thigh then reached to you. He pulled on your arm until you were against him. He whispered in your ear, “recall as you did with your hand,” he said, “you might use your mouth in its stead.”

You pulled back and squinted at him dumbly. He did not flinch as he pointed to the other lord then nudged your elbow. He sighed and sat back heavily.

“Let us have it over with and you will not mention it again,” Barnes flicked his fingers in a final order to you.

You felt as if you were covered in a sheet of ice and yet mortification seared your lungs like smoke. Your eyes threatened to water but you lowered your lashes and slipped away from Barnes before your anger and disgust had you striking him. What he demanded of you was revolting and entirely demeaning. You had little esteem left for the lord but did not expect it to sink lower.

You edge off the bench and stood crookedly in the carriaged. You went to Rogers as he watched you and tried to figure how best to approach him. Your heart clenched at the thought, how easily you did bend to Barnes’ will. Your hands shook and you turned suddenly and grasped at the carriage door.

You were dragged back as an arm looped around your middle and swung you against the bench. Barnes stood over you, hunched beneath the roof of the carriage as he puffed angrily through his nose.

“Are you mad?” he snarled.

You splayed over the bench and panted as he glared down at you. He seized you again and forced you up. He turned you and thrust you towards Rogers as he bent to rasp in your ear. The other lord watched with a smirk as he picked at the laces of his breeches and pushed them open. You closed your eyes as he reached into his undershorts and lifted his pelvis to slip down his bottoms.

“Why must you make this all so difficult?” Barnes sneered and pushed you onto the bench. He grabbed the back of your neck and bent you over Rogers lap, “open your mouth, sweetling.”

You obeyed almost as once as his tone sent shivers through you and his grip made your spine ache. You felt the tip of Rogers member as it filled the ring of your lips and Barnes shoved you down its length harshly. Rogers poked at your throat as Barnes moved to kneel and watched how you struggled to take it all.

You gagged and grasped Rogers' thigh as your whole body tensed. You were pulled back and pushed down again, your spit spreading down his cock as Barnes guided your motion. Soon both men made lurid noises; Rogers groaning in pleasure and Barnes encouraging you to take more.

“Sweeting, you must learn,” Barnes coaxed, “when you do not listen, you must atone.”

“Fuck,” Rogers gasped as his hand circled his base just below your lips and he stroked in time with your motion, “she’s good.”

Rogers stretched his hand over your back as he leaned back against the seat, rocking his hips just a little as he slid past further down your throat. The two men kept you moving as the sloppy noise of your humiliation melded with their voices.

“My word, I’m almost there,” Rogers fingers curled against the back of your dress, “oh, pet…”

A sudden heat flooded your throat and slicked his member as he slowed and twitched. The salty deluge made you choked as Barnes pulled you back and you dropped to your knees as you covered your mouth in disgust.

“Ah, don’t make a mess,” Barnes let you go entirely, “swallow it, sweeting.”

You shuddered as you forced yourself to gulps down the revolting slickness and you heaved as you stayed on the floor of the carriage. You were wrenched off your hands and dragged on your knees to the other bench. Barnes glared at you as he unlaced his breeches impatiently.

“You were wise to suggest the distraction,” Barnes jibed at Rogers as he pulled out his member, “it might help the needle in my head.”

“She is good,” Rogers sighed, “she serves well.”

“You might recall she serves me,” Barnes brought your to his tip and rammed past your lips, “do not amuse yourself with any other ideas.”

“I can admire her even so,” Rogers rose and the carriage creaked as he moved closer. He came up behind you and ran his hands down your sides, “would it not be something if I lifted her ass right now and--”

“Ahh, Steve, enough,” Barnes kept your head bobbing with his hand on your hood, “I have yet to have that pleasure myself.”

“You toy with her,” Rogers squeezed your hips as he bent and nuzzled your hood, “you should fuck her now. I feel how she quivers. You would torture both her and yourself.”

“We are not… far… from the… capital,” Barnes panted as used you, “I would wait and have her on still ground.”

“Mmm, she does need breaking,” Rogers backed away and fell heavy on the other bench, “like any good mare.”

“Mmm, yes,” Barnes moaned, “sweeting, oh, so…”

He trailed off and the carriage went silent but for the noise of your mouth and the lord’s lewd utterances. You kept on if only to have it done with, humiliated and hurt. If only you had been quick enough to toss yourself from the carriage; a horse’s hooves would be much preferable to that torture.

“You remember to swallow… sweeti--” he spasmed and again a hot river flowed through you. You gagged but gulped down his cum as he slid from your mouth. His cock glistened as he cradled his sack and groaned, “good,” he lifted his hand and ran his thumb over your wet lips, “such a sweet little pet.”

You drew away and hung your head as you held in a cough. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve but stayed on the floor. You were too frightened to move, frightened that it would inspire another violation. Barnes reached down and pulled you up and angled you onto the seat next to him, his member hidden but his breeches still open.

He fixed your mussed hood and marveled at your puffy lips. He pulled you against him, his gentleness off putting as he caressed your sleeve and let you rock against him with the motion of the carriage. You peeked over at Rogers as you felt him watching and he licked his lips crudely.

“Hmmm, yes, she will be the perfect little prize for the tournament,” Rogers remarked.

“You will have to win your own,” Barnes countered, “our debt is settled, you will not approach her again.”

Rogers rolled his eyes and shrugged, “as you wish,” he said dryly.

“Don’t be a child,” Barnes scoffed, “the capital is ripe with maids eager to serve a duke and you’ve never been so finicky about them.”

“Perhaps but I think you’ve helped me refine my tastes,” Rogers met your shy gaze and bit his lip, “such a sweet little thing.”

“Let us keep the sparring to the tourney,” Barnes warned, “friend.”

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thepremedthatwrites · 4 years

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hi so i've written this one shot where y/n was dating edmund and he takes her home for a study session and throughout the whole thing she and peter kept flirting, anyways she ended up staying the night in peter's room to be precise (i made it fluff). could you maybe write an alternate smut ending because peter is a naughty boi, i wrote this as if peter was 21 and she was 18 along side edmund, is this idea well written because i can't describe stuff sjdjskd

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I have never felt so dirty after writing something lmao but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing it. I hope you like it! (also Edmund deserves the world so if you want to read some A+ Edmund imagines/smut I recommend checking out edmundpevensieisbaby on tumblr)

warning: smut below the cut

My fingers were interlocked with his as we walked down the street. The unforgiving sun was beating down on us as we neared his house. “This calculus exam is going to kill me,” I groaned.

“That’s why I’m here,” Edmund chuckled, squeezing my hand. “I’ll teach you all that I know.”

“So we’re actually going to do work this time?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow and causing Edmund to laugh.

“I’ll try my hardest but that skirt you're wearing might make it hard for me to concentrate.” I felt my face warm at his words. The skirt I was wearing reached just the middle of my thigh, a bit shorter than I was used to but it was so hot out that I couldn’t help but wear as little clothing as possible.

“It is only Lucy at the house, right? I don’t want to make a poor first impression with your other siblings.” Ed and I had only been dating for a few months. I didn’t want his family to already disapprove of me.

“Actually, Peter just got home from university. He’s staying for the weekend.”

“You’re joking,” I groaned as we walked up to the front door. The extra car in the driveway supported Edmund’s claim.

“I’m home!” Edmund announced as we entered the house. Lucy was sitting at the kitchen table, eating an apple while scrolling through her phone. She glanced up, giving a smile and a wave before returning to her phone. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching us from the hall to our right. A tall man who seemed to be in his early twenties appeared. I was taken aback by his attractiveness, his blond hair slightly messy as if he had just woken from a nap, his blue eyes still slightly clouded with sleep. He ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes landed on me.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing home a guest,” the man said.

“Well I didn’t know I had to tell you,” Ed replied, releasing my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. “Pete, this is my girlfriend (y/n). (Y/n), this is my older brother Peter.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, extending my hand for him to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Peter said, shaking my hand as his eyes traced my figure, lingering on my skirt for a moment before flickering back to my (e/c) eyes. “Ed didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend.”

“We really only just started dating,” I said quickly, feeling my heart race as Peter’s eyes focused on me.

“If you excuse us, (y/n) and I will be in my room studying,” Ed said as he started to guide me towards his bedroom.

“Are you guys actually going to be studying this time?” Lucy asked from the kitchen table causing me to start blushing. While I had thought we had been quiet, Lucy’s comment suggested otherwise.

“Haha very funny,” Edmund said, sticking his tongue out at his little sister.

“Wow, very mature Ed,” she replied with, rolling her eyes and causing me to chuckle.

“Come on, stop your bickering. I need you to help me pass this calc exam,” I said, pulling him towards his bedroom door. I could feel Peter’s eyes watching me as I walked into Ed’s room. I turned back towards Peter, my eyes catching his causing him to turn away as I closed the door. My heart was still racing as the door replaced my vision of Peter. No, this was wrong. I was with Ed, not Peter. But there was something about Peter that seemed to draw me towards him.

“You okay (y/n)?” Edmund asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, of course,” I lied, making my way to my boyfriend. “Now, please for the love of God explain what an integral is,” I said as I pulled out my notebook from my backpack.

Ed and I had been studying for about an hour. “Does that make sense?” Ed asked as he finished his explanation.

“I think so,” I said, slowly nodding my head.

“Good. I think we should take a break,” he said while bringing his hand towards my thigh.

“What exactly were you thinking we should do during this break?” I questioned, my voice low as I started to lean in towards him.

“I have a few ideas,” he growled, his hand roughly squeezing my thigh causing me to gasp. “And a few of them include taking off that pretty little skirt of yours.” He closed the gap between us that I had already been slowly closing. The kiss was rough, taking the breath out of me as his hands wandered my body. Somewhere during the kiss, I moved so that I was straddling him. I held his face in my hands as I parted my lips, allowing him entrance. His hands squeezed my ass causing me to let out a small moan. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused us to pull away quickly. I looked up to see Peter in the frame of the now opened door.

“Dinner’s ready,” Peter stated through clenched teeth. He seemed stiffer than before as he looked at the scene in front of him. I slowly climbed off of Ed, my face now a light pink from a mixture of the make-out session and being caught. I adjusted my skirt which caught the attention of Peter whose eyes flickered to it. “Will you be joining us for dinner (y/n)?”

“Oh yes,” I replied quickly, hoping the new conversation would help ease the tension in the room. Ed got up, walking to my side.

“She’s actually staying the night since I live much closer to school. That way she can get to school early to study before her exam.” Peter shifted his weight between his feet as he listened to his brother, occasionally glancing at me.

“Alright,” he said before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

“He isn’t mad, is he?” I asked quietly.

“No,” Ed shook his head. “At least I don’t think so. I’m not sure what his problem is. Maybe he’s just stressed.” He gave a shrug before grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

“Oh look! The two lovebirds finally decided to grace us with their presence,” Lucy said as we walked into the kitchen. Edmund’s parents chuckled at their daughter’s comment.

“You’re just on a streak today of making fun of me,” Edmund said, shaking his head.

“Isn’t that every day?” Peter questioned causing all of us to laugh. Edmund sat down next to Lucy while I sat across from him next to Peter.

“How’s studying going?” Edmund’s father asked.

“It’s going good. Edmund’s amazing at teaching math,” I said.

“Well, it’s easy when the student is so amazing.” I smiled at Edmund’s words. His parents smiled as well while Lucy made fake gagging sounds. This caused her parents to turn to her and ask her about her day. I half-listened while shoveling food into my mouth, starving after a day of school which included no breaks for lunch.

“Hungry?” Peter questioned, chuckling at his own joke.

“Only a bit,” I replied with, cracking a smile. “I haven’t eaten all day plus it doesn’t hurt that the food is absolutely delicious.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You cooked this?” My eyes widened in surprise. At first glance, you wouldn’t think of Peter as a cook.

“My specialty,” he said, a grin on his face.

“(Y/n),” Edmund’s mother said causing me to turn to her. “We set up the couch for you to sleep on but if it’s too uncomfortable, I’m sure Susan wouldn’t mind you borrowing her bedroom for the night.”

“The couch is fine,” I replied as everyone had started to clean up.

“Great! Edmund, would you clean up your girlfriend’s plate while I show her to the bathroom.” Edmund nodded, grabbing my plate and walking towards the sink where Lucy was waiting. I got up from my seat. As I started to turn to follow Edmund’s mom, I couldn’t help but realize that my ass was level with Peter’s face who was still sitting next to my seat. I straightened my skirt, trying to pull it down a bit lower to cover as much as possible so Peter didn’t see too much. I could feel his eyes watch me as I walked away from my seat and towards the hall where the bathroom was.

I laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It was almost midnight now but I could barely sleep. All I could think about was Peter. “Snap out of it,” I mumbled to myself as I turned to my side. I was with Edmund, not Peter. But why did Peter make my heart flutter and my stomach do somersaults? “This isn’t working,” I said, sitting upright. I ran a hand through my (h/c) locks. Maybe spending some time with Edmund would help me get my mind off of Peter.

I slowly got off of the couch, tiptoeing my way towards Edmund’s door. I paused as I heard what sounded like panting coming from another door. “(Y/n),” I heard a voice gasp through the wooden door. I inhaled sharply as I realized it was Peter’s voice. I slowly opened the door to see Peter laying in bed, his hands wrapped around a very erect cock.

“Peter?” I questioned, causing him to freeze. He rushed to cover himself as he started to mumble something. I felt my heart race as I closed the door behind me, the knot in my stomach becoming more intense with every step I took towards him. “It’s okay,” I said softly as I crawled into his bed. Peter let out something between a sigh and a growl as I felt his hands wander my body.

“Fuck (y/n),” he muttered as I allowed my hands to wander his body. He was completely naked which allowed me to trace over his defined abs and warm skin without any barriers. “You know, you look a lot more mature than eighteen.”

“Really,” I chuckled as my hands wrapped around his cock causing him to inhale deeply. “You know, I was actually on my way to see your brother. I couldn’t get my mind off of you, wondering what it would feel like to have your huge cock stretching out my tight little pussy. I thought maybe Ed could take my mind off of it,” I leaned in so that my mouth was right by his ear. “But maybe acting out my fantasies would be the best way to get over them.” I gently bit down on his earlobe causing him to let out a low moan. I had started to slowly move my hand up and down his cock, watching with interest at how Peter reacted to my actions.

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on his pillow as I quickened my pace. He let out a low moan, bucking his hips. After a few minutes, his hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my hand. “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to stop jerking me off before I cum,” he said. Although he didn’t say it in any particular way, his words turned me on even more as I rubbed my legs together, wanting any kind of friction. Peter sensed this as he pinned me to the mattress, his face only inches from mine.

His lips crashed with mine, his tongue ripping open my mouth and exploring it while his hands worked on removing my clothes. We separated for a moment to take off my shirt before our lips were back together. I helped take off my shorts and underwear, our kiss being broken up into smaller kisses with gasps of air in between. He pulled away leaving me both breathless and dizzy. I watched as he lined himself with me before pushing in. I let out a loud moan causing him to cover my mouth with his hand. “We don’t want Edmund to walk in on us now do we,” he said, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head no. “That’s a good girl,” he said before slowly rolling his hips.

My back arched in pleasure, my hands gripping the sheets as Peter quickened the pace. The bedsprings groaned underneath us as Peter slammed into me over and over again. He fell onto his forearms, panting into my ear as he quickened his pace even more. I dug my heels into him, pushing him even deeper. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said in a half moan. His lips found my neck causing me to gasp. Peter sucked and bit down along my neck causing my hands to rake down his bare back, the pleasure becoming too much.

“Peter,” I gasped as he bit down on my neck one last time, almost surely leaving a hickey. If my mind hadn’t been clouded with lust, I would have chastised him for leaving a love mark on my body, something Edmund was sure to notice. Instead, it caused me to let out a low moan as my orgasm rippled through me. My eyes were forced closed as my head flew back my body pressed against Peter’s as I held onto him for dear life. The pleasure became almost unbearable as Peter quickened the pace, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and desperate as he chased his own orgasm.

He let out a moan as I felt his warm seed spill into me. “(Y/n),” he moaned as he thrusted into me sporadically as his orgasm started to slow down. He slowly got off of me, falling to my side before turning to face me. He pulled me in for a kiss that was much more gentle than the ones we had shared during our moment of passion. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I was slowly lulled to sleep. The one thing that I could think of as I was pulled into my dreams was that I had just fucked my boyfriend’s brother.

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frightfurtabby · 3 years

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Himikiyo Week 2021 Day 2! Bookstore Ambience

// Likewise with yesterdays entry, amino crossposting to be added later. i feel this one’s pretty damn cute

later edit- all links will be collected later in an individual post that will act as a guide/directory.

Word count: 1837

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AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/34138636

Amino- https://aminoapps.com/c/danganronpa/page/blog/himikiyo-week-day-2-bookstore-ambience/d3DX_eE8Sbum1JjvngPBwrwNV6mNR1eD7WR

A first date, depending on who you asked, was either more nerve wracking or less so than you expect. Kiyo wasn’t sure which they’d agree with but nonetheless they were fretting. Pacing back and forth in their office at the university. A cute teacher from another department had ended up inviting them out on a date, like a date date. They’d been on the job for a few years now but hardly socialized much outside the other anthropology staff who were understanding of at least some of their eccentricities.

Then just before the start of the previous semester the college hired a new batch of professors including one taking a spot over in the English department in a room in just the opposite hall. So they would see her often in the mornings downstairs in line at Coffee place, usually she was to the back of the line and they’d cross paths when Kiyo was going up with their usual order. The first sighting was like this, and entirely by chance as the anthropologist had to turn to answer a colleague briefly and eye contact was made with the cute redhead in line just over the other’s shoulder, Himiko Yumeno.

They soon hit it off, spending time talking to each other in between class periods in one room, the other, or in the previously mentioned cafe. About work, future plans, what they did in their spare time. Kiyo was always busy doing work, research generally and most of their interests revolved around it and there were days in a row just immersing themself in study. It was like that for as long as they could remember, though what in particular they were fascinated by changed over time.

Legends of monsters, legends of heroes, artifacts left behind, Asia, North America, Africa, they’d deep dive into something and come out the other end being aware of enough to teach their students in extreme detail. Little did they know at the time but in a moment of serendipity just before they met Himiko they felt a pull toward researching the history of magic. And then it turned out that she was interested in that as well.

There were very few days they didn’t find a chance to talk. They had a shared routine every day, and now was a step up.

Kiyo adjusted their collar and tie before straightening out the skirt a bit more and wondered if it was all a little too formal and they were overthinking this. They did tend to do that kind of thing after all. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, Himiko was definitely understanding of that kind of thing, they knew that much already. There were also the times they’d complained of that trait and she called it “adorable.”

It was to a bookstore with a cafe in it, so they didn’t need to be terribly formal. Kiyo remembered that it was taking place at around 8 tonight and looked over at the clock and realized that it was much sooner than they thought. She would be showing up any moment. Time went somewhere while they were lost in thought so they quickly put on their shoes, grabbed an umbrella just in case and headed out to the bus stop that was only a few blocks away.

The couple met while Himiko was sitting on the bench still, tapping away at her phone to text Kiyo to make sure everything was alright.

She looked up after hearing footsteps and sighed in relief. “You never seemed much like the type to show up late.”

“My apologies.”

“You also never seemed like the type to straight up ditch either, so…” she blushed and looked over down sheepishly. “I was getting a little worried something happened and you couldn’t pick me up as soon.”

“I got a bit distracted. I-” their explanation started as they took a break with her to sit and rest, arm wrapping around her shoulders.

“Was trying to make yourself extra cute for me?” the redhead teased, putting an arm around them right back and leaning in cutely..

“I… yes, I won’t deny that.” It was a cloudy evening and the autumn breeze blew downed leaves past where they had sat and began to cuddle on the bench. “You know how it is sometimes.”

“Yeah, I remember the time you genuinely didn’t grasp that the poetry I had been showing you for your input was, in fact, about you.”

Kiyo chuckled. “Oh god yeah, that took me a few to even have an inkling of it going on. I just might be the most useless lesbian ever.”

“Mmm, you’re useful for warmth sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?”

“Hehe, y-you know what I mean. Like right now, it’s a bit chilly but you being here makes it not so bad.” The first date was finally here, after they had planned it to be a day they were both free. So the woman was going to savor every moment of it.

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The couple approached the doors of the date location holding hands, under the umbrella. Skin made cold by the walk over in spite of hands sharing warmth. Small flecks of rain along the top of the umbrella dripped down. Inside, Kiyo instantly felt the warmth of the building. It wasn’t a long trek at all, if it was they would have done this by car. Everything around here was luckily close to the campus, including home.

The umbrella was put back in its holder, so as not to drip all over the place. It would be rude to do so.

Kiyo turns and gives Himiko a peck on the cheeks. “Food and coffee first, darling?”

The shorter woman nodded and smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

It was just to the back left corner from the entrance. Rows and rows of enticing books had to be passed by before you could reach it, but who would come and not buy anything? Romance, sci-fi and fantasy, Manga and light novels too were all present.

After ordering, they got one booth to share, and sat down at the same side. Kiyo’s umbrella, bag, and jacket sat on the ground on the very inside corner. Everything they had ordered would be coming up, and luckily there wasn’t that much of a line on evening’s like this. The barista was even a student from university and had recognized them. It was awkward at first but Kiyo joked that it would be interesting to see which class would become fully aware they were dating first.”Let’s turn it into an experiment. Who has more Gossips attending their lectures?”

And they were glad that put her more at ease. It felt nice gently rubbing Himiko’s shoulder with their hand as she leaned in and placed a kiss on their cheek.

“Well, I sure hope it’s not mine. That’d be a pain.” she said to play into the gag a bit more. “Besides, it’d be fitting for your class.”

Kiyo feigned offense, mock gasping “Hey now what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, just you observant types over in anthropology, always wanting to know everything you can about how people work. I can see that tendency being correlated.”

They had told her previously they thought about doing more research for a paper about something like that after listening to some of their colleagues, ironic though it may be, gossipping about student rumors.

“Point taken.” Kiyo returned her smooch with their own, directly on her forehead.

The coffee and tea arrived first. So the talk continued with the added benefit of drinks. Himiko changed the subject to books on her to-read list. “You know there’s this new book I’ve been thinking of assigning in a future quarter, I’d have to read it first.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s about this girl that finds out that she has magical powers and gets some training, eventually she encounters a strange, beautiful spirit and they fall in love. I always feel like courses need a little more gay love. Oh, and the author is too, so the representation is genuine.”

KIyo nodded and listened. “That’s very good. Perhaps we’ll get a couple copies? I’ll pay. I’ll also be getting a few things that have been on my list for a while.”

They held hands, sat so close. Hans resting between both of their legs. It was such a good time to fit in cuddling any time there was a little lull in the action of the date. Some time to lazily place kisses.

Right on cue the meal arrived. Breakfast for dinner was a classic, from the bacon egg and cheese on croissant to the pie slices as a dessert. Reluctantly, they separated to more easily eat and drink.

“This is as good as it usually is, mmm, actually, it’s even better.” Himiko said, taking their hand again.

“I agree. I don’t know if coming alone will cut it for me any more.” Kiyo leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Shall we move on to the next leg, or savor this moment some more?”

The food was finished or wrapped up for later.

After a few more minutes cuddling in the booth, the couple looked through the aisles closer to the cafe portion first and Kiyo’s stack started, growing through each section until they had to split the load and have Himiko carry some.

“Sheesh, I thought you were only getting a few.” she complained, intending it to be lighthearted.

“My list is quite long.” Kiyo replied with a chuckle.

“Guess this is why you needed the bag then. If this was only a few I have to imagine it’s as long as you are.”

“Oh my~” the tall one replied, complete with suggestive eyebrow wiggling.

“Kiyo! Not like that, I meant your height. Did Iruma from the Engineering department teach you that one?”

As that line of discussion thankfully ceased the couple came to the one Himiko was looking for, it was up front on the display close to the cashier. She picked up one copy and put it on her pile and handed the second over to Kiyo.

“We could have, like, a little book club date. Just the two of us.” If only it weren’t so difficult to nuzzle close due to all these books, she thought.

“I think I’d enjoy that. Your company is always a pleasure darling.” They briefly leaned up close, cutely brushing against her before leading the way to check out.

Himiko blushed. “Yeah this was nice, we should do it more often.”

With a couple of coupons Kiyo kept in their pocket the price was cut down, but still cracked 12,000 yen. They stuffed the back full and carried it over their shoulder. Umbrella similarly along their back for if it would be needed again.

Arms wrapped around each other, the couple walked out and noticed the rain had stopped for now, and it would be dry on the bus trips back home.

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