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Sweet Tooth - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Y'all can thank @hellfire-puppet for this filth ;-)

Tags: 18+ content, Chef!Eddie, brief mentions of cheating (reader's boyfriend is a scumbag), graphic smut, oral sex (m&f receiving), unprotected sex in a restaurant kitchen, health code violations, creampie, not proofread

Summary: What is up with the hot new chef in your father's restaurant? / or Eddie loses focus and has a consensual workplace relationship.

6.2k words (I got extremely carried away, I regret nothing)

You’re not supposed to be working today, you are supposed to be packing to go back to college but Carly has called out sick and can’t cover her closing shift tonight, so of course you’ve been called in.

You’re running through the kitchen doors wrapping your apron around your waist with your waiting pad between your teeth. You glance up at the clock and grin as you realise you’ve made it in with 2 minutes to spare.

You quickly confirm which section you’re taking over from and head out into the dining area, thankfully everything is running smoothly so you’re not required to clean up messes, put out fires and take orders all at once, which is a nice change of pace from your usual shift starts. You run your first order to the back and make eye contact with a new pair of eyes on the other side of the gantry, before you can speak you’re introduced to the new guy by the larger chef he’s working with,

“You working the close tonight?”

“Unfortunately yes, really cutting into my packing time.” You groan and are offered a sympathetic smile,

“Well, this is Eddie. He’s working the close with you tonight so please be gentle with him.” You laugh and flash a smile at Eddie,

“I can’t promise that, we’ll have to see how I’m feeling at the end of the night.” You offer up your name to the new guy and he nods, a little awkwardly. You grab the plates in front of you and take them out to your table, checking everything is running smoothly once more. It gets steadily busier, it always does on Friday nights, you head into the kitchen and catch the dessert chef starting to flap a little bit with his orders.

“Hey, take a breather. I’ve got the sundaes.” You’re met with a grateful nod and handed the whipped cream canister. You’re so focused on your task that you don’t notice you’ve attracted an audience of one, Eddie’s watching you from the other side of the kitchen, until he receives a gentle flick to the back of his head,

“Don’t even think about it. She's the boss man’s daughter.”

As he speaks your finger slips on the nozzle and you spray whipped cream over the counter, making Eddie chuckle softly, and then groan inwardly as he watches your tongue dart over the cream on your thumb. You catch him watching you and offer him an embarrassed smile, everyone in the kitchen has trouble with those canisters, its not just a ‘you’ thing but it’s embarrassing nonetheless.

The rest of the shift passes quickly and without further incident, and in fact you’re able to finish your closing jobs fairly quickly, so you decide to see how Eddie’s doing in the kitchen,

“Hey! Need any help?” Eddie is placing the heavy grill panels into the cleaner for the night. He shakes his head,

“Nah, I got this.”

“Eddie, right? I’ve seen the schedule, this is your first solo close, please let me help. What can I do?”

“Uhh just the counters need wiping down and the fryers need draining. I’ve got the floor.”

You nod and get started with draining the used oil from the fryers, taking care not to splash any of the oil.

“So, Eddie, how are you finding it here? You can be honest, I’m not gonna go running to my dad.”

“Hmm, well I don’t hate it.” He laughs and so do you, “Honestly, gun to my head, I would have never placed myself in chef’s whites. Prison overalls maybe. But I’m really enjoying it, is that super lame?”

“No it’s not super lame, its lovely when someone comes in and is able to work and feel accomplished with that work.”

“Oh you are definitely fitted with a wire that is feeding back to your father.”

You roll your eyes, “No, I mean it. It’s important to do something you enjoy.”

“What about you then? The guys say you work here on breaks from college? I’m guessing you’re not studying Advanced Waitressing?”

“Not exactly, more like Education.”

“So like teaching?”

“That’s the one, always like the thought of fascinating tiny minds, kids hanging off my skirt by the end of the day because they enjoy my lessons so much.”

“That’s cute, as long as they’re small kinds and not like 14 year olds.”

This makes you laugh, “Yeah, screw working with teenagers.” You finish wiping down the last counter as you speak, then shifting your weight to perch on the counter while Eddie finishes mopping the floor, he playfully swats at you,

“Man, c’mon no asses on the nice clean counters!” You hop down and wait by the back door as Eddie finishes up mopping the floor. You can’t help but make a bad joke as he removes the hair net holding his curls,

“Nice mop.” Eddie snorts at this and follows you out, walking you to your car once you’ve confirmed the building is locked up.

“Well, I’ll see you over Thanksgiving weekend.” Eddie nods,

“See you then.”

The Thanksgiving schedule gets sent out the week before you return home, typical of the managers to leave it until the last minute. You eye the shifts you’re going to be on for the 2 days you’re covering. Both are closes with Eddie, a small smile plays upon your lips as you register this.

“Okay, babe. Last chance, are you sure you don’t want to spend Thanksgiving with my family instead of slaving away in your family’s restaurant?” Your boyfriend pokes his head around the door to your bedroom, you shake your head.

“I’m sure, its too late to change plans now anyway. I don’t want to put your family out by surprising them.”

“Alright, I’ll let them know you definitely can’t make it.” You catch an edge to the tone of his voice, clearly frustrated with you and roll your eyes, you’d had plans to see your family and help out at the restaurant for far longer than the 2 months you had been dating your boyfriend, you weren’t about to dip on those plans.

The week seems to snail by and even the drive home feels like it takes longer than usual, in fact time crawls up until the second you are back in the restaurant. You catch Eddie’s eyes again as you enter the kitchen,

“Hey stranger, looks like we’re spending a lot of time together these two days.” You don’t mean to sound so flirty in your tone but it just seems to naturally sink in when you speak to Eddie.

“Seems that way, should I expect a friendship bracelet?” Eddie is equally alarmed by the tone of his voice as he calls back to you across the kitchen, and its not unnoticed, he receives a few “dont you dare” glances from his colleagues and quickly turns back to his plating. You notice the tension you’ve caused and quickly duck out to the dining room, focusing on your job. It’s Thanksgiving so of course it is atrociously busy this evening, you barely have time to shout orders over the line before the previous 3 are ready to go to tables. But you make it through the shift, and you decide to do your last job in the kitchen, taking one of the dining room chairs and resting it opposite the counter. Cutlery wrapping is a mindless enough task that you and Eddie manage to hold a conversation, you congratulate him on how well he’s doing and he politely asks how college is going, keeping the conversation casual enough to distract himself from the tension he’s feeling.

The second night and your last shift follows much the same pattern, you ending up wrapping cutlery in the kitchen, complaining to Eddie about how pointless it is to spend so much of your time wrapping the cutlery in the napkin, when nobody actually notices it, its not like your customers are fawning over the craftsmanship of it. Eddie laughs,

“Isn’t it part of the experience? Fancy wrapped cutlery by a grumpy waitress at midnight?”

“You think I’m grumpy?” You raise an eyebrow at him, amused by his assessment, he stops wiping down the counter and leans over it, his face moving closer to yours, you can’t help the way your eyes quickly dart down to his perfect pink lips for a split second before returning to his eyes,

“I think I’d hate to get on your wrong side.”

You don’t respond, you can’t think with him this close to you and he seems suddenly aware of his proximity so slinks back, returning to cleaning the counter, cheeks a little pinker than before.

“So, um,” You clear your throat hoping to sound casual, “Your girlfriend must enjoy the improvement in your cooking at home right?” You do not sound casual, you sound insane. Eddie guffaws at you,

“No girlfriend, been single since birth practically. Smooth, though, very subtle.” He can’t help but smirk at the blush that ignites your face, “What about you?” He leans back on the counter behind him, folding his arms, flashing you glimpse of tattoos that his sleeves usually hide,

“There is someone at college.” Oh. Eddie can’t help but feel a little stab in his chest at this, he’s good with women, he knows when they’re flirting and he’d been fairly sure you had been, but maybe he’s not as perceptive as he thought?

“But…” Eddie likes the sound of a but, as cruel and selfish as that might make him sound. He tilts his head, indicating for you to continue. “But sometimes he makes me feel shit. Like I’m a disappointment or something.”

“Any man who makes you feel like you’re less than, is not good enough for you. You realise that right?” You look up, surprised at the boldness of his statement, “And that’s all of psychoanalyst Eddie you get for free tonight.” Eddie quickly shuts the conversation down, aware of how it might sound to someone on the outside if he was overheard, aware he’s being way too familiar with you and that he doesn’t know you well enough for this kind of conversation. The silence left in the kitchen is only broken by the sound of wrapped cutlery clinking into the trays before you.

“I’m guessing you’ll be back for Christmas break?” Eddie’s voice makes you start slightly, and you nod,

“Of course, the best tips are at Christmas. Plus I can’t leave you to close this place down. I’d come back in the New Year to find the place burnt to cinders.”

“Oh you heard about the-”

“Yes I heard about the toaster incident.”

The Christmas schedule looks to be fairly relentless, and you notice a few empty closing shifts needing cover. So you volunteer after sneaking a look at the chef on those nights.

The first shift back after Christmas you’re not closing, a small mercy as you ease back into the pattern of working. Eddie himself had booked the afternoon off to start his Christmas shopping so gives you a smile and a wave as he walks through the dining room, he lingers a little while longer when you’ve returned to your patrons, watching the way you flash a smile that he could only consider to be heartbreaking, watching as you bat your eyelashes at a man old enough to be your father as you hand him the check. He bites back a laugh as he sees the fistful of cash the man puts down as your tip. She gets them suckers good. You glance at him as you walk to the bar,

“See you tomorrow?” He shakes his head,

“Afraid not, do you not check my shifts on the schedule?” You definitely do but must have missed the alteration, “Don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back to play therapist the next day.” Stop fucking flirting idiot.

“I look forward to it.” You give him a genuine smile, one that would reduce him to putty in your hands if he stayed a moment longer. He suddenly feels bad for the men you disarm on the regular while working, they never stood a chance.

“Okay, I’m not an expert but something is bothering you.” Eddie hisses over the line at you as you grab plates,

“It’s nothing, just tired.” You plaster on the smile you wear in the dining room and head back out. Truthfully, it's not tiredness, but it's not something you want to discuss in a busy kitchen of gossips. Eddie chooses not to pester you further as you finish up dinner service, not wanting to cause you any stress that might make that smile falter.

“Alright, sit down and tell your therapist all that troubles you.” Eddie comes out of the kitchen as your lock the doors to the dining room. Eddie takes a seat at the table you’re yet to clean so as not to create more work for you. You don’t take a seat and instead start to stack plates, Eddie keeps his gaze trained on you until finally you break and make eye contact,

“Fine, fine. I am tired, I’m also sad.” Eddie waits to see if you’ll clue him in, not keen to pry too much,

“You know the boyfriend I was telling you about?” A nod, apprehensive. “Well, I was invited to go to his over Thanksgiving, but as you know, I was working. So obviously, heartbroken by the lack of my presence he decided to hook up with one of his sister’s friends. And I had to find out by his sister phoning me the second I was back in dorms.”

“That’s really scummy, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who cheated.”

Eddie takes the plates from your hands,

“I’ve got these, do you want some help out here?” You shake your head, grateful for the change in conversation,

“I’ve got it.” He nods,

“Come keep me company when you’re done? I’ve got a shit load to clean.”

You crack on with the front of house closing, practically flying around the dining room, determined to get out at a reasonable hour tonight. When you enter the kitchen it’s almost spotless, you can spy two jobs that are still outstanding so perch yourself on the counter and clean down the metal trays from the salad bar.

“Hey! How many times do I gotta say no asses on my counters?” You stick your tongue out at him and hop down,

“Thought you’d go easy on me, given my heartbreak and all.”

“I’m not as easily manipulated as your customers, you’ll have to try harder.”

“Watch yourself, if I really turned my charm on you’d be a goner.” Eddie doesn’t doubt it for a second.

“Go easy on me then, if you want to help the grill needs spraying with the degreaser." You nod, putting the trays away in their cupboard. Eddie is mopping the floor with his back to you as you step up to the grill, grabbing the spray with one hand, you stumble slightly in your worn out shoes and put out a hand to catch yourself,

“Shit!” You curse loudly as you draw your hand back from the surface of the grill, Eddie practically throws his mop down and drags you over to the sink, running the reddening surface of your palm under cool water.

“Well this is fucking embarassing.”

“Yeah, it is like a day one lesson, don’t touch the grill.” Eddie smirks, “I think you’ll live though.” In spite of yourself you can’t help but notice how good his hands feel on yours, smooth, gentle. Eddie insists on keeping your hand under the water for a full ten minutes, until your hand feels numb and your fingers are all pruney. While he holds you in place, once he’s done teasing you for your accident, he asks what you do in town when you’re not working.

“Study I guess.” You shrug, “That and sleep?”

“No, like for fun.” Eddie makes a face at you, as though what he’s asking should be obvious,

“Never heard of it.” Eddie snorts at the joke and responds in kind,

“Clearly.”

“What about you, what do you do for fun?” You peer up at him, taking in his deep brown eyes, letting yourself drink in his features before you catch yourself,

“Well, uh, I have a band, we play at The Hideout.”

You wrinkle your nose at the memory of many a bad date at the bar he’s describing, “There? It’s a total dive!”

“Well, I’m sorry princess but everyone has got to start somewhere.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Eddie smiles at you, clearly unbothered by your comment,

“It’s okay, I’ll chalk it up to being in pain from the burn.” Eddie switches the water off and reaches for the first aid box,

“I’m sure it will be fine. We don’t need to go all out with dressings and shit.” Eddie shakes his head,

“Nope, can’t have your skin sloughing off all over plates of food tomorrow night, we’re using the burn cream and we’re putting a dressing on it.” You crinkle your nose at the imagery he describes while he gently rubs the cream in a soothing circle, with featherlight touches. The dressing is applied in a similar, overly cautious fashion, to the point that his first attempt results in the dressing immediately slipping off from your hand.

“And… there! Perfect.” Eddie says with flourish, taking a step back dramatically for you to admire his work,

“What’s the prognosis doctor? Will I ever be able to wait tables again?”

“I’m sure your hands will live another day to be burned in another stupid manner.” You slap his arm with your unbandaged hand, the outrage on your face makes him laugh. You really like his laugh. You really like being the cause of his laughter.

The following night you step into the kitchen, ready to help Eddie with closing the kitchen only to find the counters practically twinkling at you, equipment all stored and a few damp spots lingering on the just-mopped floor,

“Wow! Someone was busy!” You look around, half expecting to see another colleague in the kitchen helping him,

“What can I say? I’m a dedicated worker.” Eddie comes around the line, and reaches into the walk in fridge,

“I have something for you.”

“A gift? But it’s not Christmas yet!” Eddie laughs at your theatrics, the mock horror you’ve put on your face,

“Not really a gift, you’re going to be doing me a favour. Now, close your eyes and open your mouth.” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously,

“Okay… But if you do anything weird I will have you fired, Munson.” Eddie rolls his eyes,

“Relax, just trust me, okay?”

You do as he asks and open your mouth, albeit with a little hesitation. You feel the cold metal of a fork enter your mouth, the food is easy to recognise by taste and texture, you chew and swallow,

“I thought we’d stopped doing the brownies?”

“We did, this is my own recipe, I’ve been tweaking it. What do you think?” Your eyes are open now and you accept another forkful as it’s offered.

“Really good, like creaming in your pants good.” Eddie chuckles at this, dropping the fork and container onto the counter as he giggles. He finds himself leaning over you, sweeping his thumb over your bottom lip to remove the crumbs there,

“Food can be that good?” You lean into him, eyes dropping to his lips and then back to his eyes, your breathing hitches as you notice how his pupils are dilating, making his eyes look darker,

“Only when the chef knows what they’re doing.” Shit, what am I doing? Eddie steps back a little suddenly aware of the proximity and you notice the shift in atmosphere, maybe you stepped over the line with the creaming in your pants comment? Eddie quickly turns, tidying up the container and throwing the fork into the dishwasher.

“Okay, are we ready to lock up?”

“Mhm.” Eddie doesn’t make eye contact and prays you don’t notice his chef’s trousers sitting tighter around his crotch.

Eddie’s a lot more cautious of himself around you the next time you work together, keeping it so oddly formal that he’s coming across as rude to everyone else in the kitchen. You call him on it when you’re on break, storming out to the back of the restaurant where you know he smokes,

“Did I do something to you?” Eddie looks up from his chair, bewildered,

“No, why would you think that?”

“Then why are you acting like my existence in the kitchen is a personal insult to you?” Eddie pulls his hair net off and runs a hand through his hair, aggravated.

“That’s not, not what I’m trying to do.”

“Then what is it?” Eddie takes a long drag, mulling his answer over.

“It got weird last night, you know it did. I just don’t want anyone thinking I’m screwing the boss’ daughter for some kind of special treatment.” You kick at the floor, feeling guilty for the way you blew up at him, its valid that he would be concerned about that. You wrap your hands around your waist and offer a small joke,

“Well, just so we’re clear. The only way you would get special treatment is if you slept with my dad, and I hate to break it to you, but you’re really not his type.” Eddie laughs, taking care not to flick ash at your feet. “Eddie, I really like spending time with you, I just feel like we’re on a similar wavelength. You’re like my work husband.”

“I know what you mean.” He sighs, “You sure you’re not just being sweet so I’ll give you more treats?”

“Oh that is definitely why I’m being sweet, that brownie was-”

“Cream your pants good, yep, I remember.”

You giggle at your terrible choice of words last night, “Okay, so are we good? No more weird formalities?” Eddie nods and follows you back into the restaurant, picking up where he left off in the kitchen.

Eddie starts making the food tasting thing a regular occurrence, though he never gets as close to you as he did the first time. He’s quick to improve and listen to feedback and the brownies were perfect after one tweak of using darker chocolate in them.

“Alright I’ve got something new tonight. It’s a little out of season but I’m always up for a challenge. You know the drill, eyes closed, mouth open.”

“One day you’re going to make me regret the trust I’m putting in you, arent you?” You do as you’re asked as you speak.

“Whatever do you mean?” You can hear him chuckling softly, and cant resist trying to make him laugh more,

“Well, I’m trusting that the next thing going into my mouth is something sweet.” Eddie has to shake the thoughts you trigger out of his head before he caves and gives in to what he’s really wanting.

“No..I just like your honest feedback.”

“Okay okay, what is this out of season culinary delight you’re hoping to improve?”

“I thought the game was you don’t know what I’m feeding you? But its a banana cream pie.

“Oh my god, I love cream pies.” You register what you’ve said milliseconds after the word leave your lips, your eyes snap open to Eddie’s looking ready to bug out of his skull, you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he’s doubled over, giggles wracking his body,

“You sicko! You set me up for that!”

“I did no such thing! Here I am, a humble chef, with a delicious pie that I’ve slaved over and you’re here making it into something filthy!” Eddie clutches at his heart with one hand, “If anything, you’re the sick one!”

The sight of Eddie pretending to be so wounded and mortified just makes you laugh, you manage to choke out an apology and close your eyes once more, though your shoulders still shake with small giggles as Eddie feeds you.

“Now, is that not the best creampie you’ve ever had?” The pie leaves your mouth in a spray, forced out by your laughter as you slap his arm,

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist! No violence in the kitchen!!” You glare at him as you wipe your mouth and clean up your mess.

“So how was it?” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you as he clears up the box,

“I don’t know, someone made me spit it out all over your nice clean kitchen!”

“My bad, here.” He holds up another forkful, and you take it, noticing the way he tenses up as you wrap your lips over the fork.

“It’s good, really good!”

“But not creaming in your pants good?” You groan and walk with him to the backdoor, he pauses by the bin to remove the god awful hairnet and unties the bun he’s wound his curls into, you sneak a glance as he shakes out his hair, his eyes are shut so you can really gawk at him, unfortunately your staring is cut short by Eddie’s eyes opening and catching you, smirking as he does so, you speak up hoping to distract him.

“You’re never going to let that one go are you?”

“Fuck no.” Eddie reaches over you to turn the lights off.

You walk together to the carpark and Eddie raises his eyebrow at your usual space being empty,

“Need a ride?”

You shake your head, “No, its okay, I can walk.”

“Get in the van.” Eddie unlocks the passenger side and holds the door open for you,

“Were those the last words your last victim heard?” You climb into the van with as much grace as you can, which is not a lot at the end of a busy shift.

“No, she heard ‘stop making shit jokes about my cooking’.” Eddie winks as he shuts the door, sealing you in.

The rest of the week is early shifts for you, and since Eddie is not about to make a creampie joke in front of the whole kitchen you find yourself missing your ‘work husband’s’ banter. Wednesday the following week is the next time you're closing together, it would have been Saturday but you did a couple of swaps with other staff. Wednesday’s are usually quiet, even during the holidays, so you manage to close the front of house in record time, and Eddie manages a similar feat in the kitchen, he's waiting for you when you step in, you can tell by the way he straightens up against the counter he was slouching against.

“I made some tweaks, care to review?” Eddie produces a slice of pie from the fridge and you nod, letting him feed you again, only you can’t help the giggles that shake your shoulders as you taste the food,

“For God’s sake, stop thinking about creampies you deviant! Think, what’s different?”

You focus, its definitely different, maybe even better and as much as you don’t want to tease him too much you really can’t place the difference,

“I don’t know Eddie, did you… creampie the cream pie?” You feign horror at this,

“You’re so disgusting.” Eddie’s smiling at you, clearly amused by how he’s got a tweak past you and you can’t place it. You grab the fork from his hand and take another bite, getting cream on your nose in the process.

“Aw, hell.”

“What?” You attempt, unsuccessfully, to lick the cream from your nose.

“Look at you. Looking all adorable and messy like we’re in a damn romcom.” You blush, dropping your gaze to the floor,

“You think I’m adorable?” Eddie sweeps a finger over your nose to wipe the cream off, placing his finger in his mouth,

“Obviously I think you’re adorable.” You take a step forward, pressing yourself against him and looking at his lips, then back up to his eyes, he swears those doe eyes of yours will break him one day but this time he steps back and smiles a little ruefully,

“You know nothing can happen between us right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your dad.”

“Eddie. I am about to be a college graduate. Do you really think my father has or even wants a say in who I date?”

“But the other guys were sayi-” You cut him off with a wave of your hands

“Yeah those other guys were warned off because I was barely 18 when I started working here, it would have been wildly inappropriate for anything to have happened, also I wasn't interested in any of them, not like you” You pause for a breath, holding your finger up to indicate you’re not done, “Do you think I volunteer for closes every night? I hate the closing shift but hanging out with you makes it almost worth it.”

“You done?” You nod,

“Thank fuck.” Eddie sweeps you up in his arms and presses his lips to yours, pushing you back against a counter, its messy and desperate, your hands quickly yanking that stupid fucking hair net off his head, Eddie’s own hands come to your apron, pulling the loose bow and letting it drop to the floor, his hands travel to your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, he breaks the kiss first but never lets his lips leave your skin for a second, kissing down to your neck,

“I thought you said no asses on counters.” You breathe out as he sinks his teeth into your neck,

“I’ll make an exemption just this once.” He growls out,

“I hope it’s not just once.” Eddie’s laugh tickles your neck, making you shiver against him, he pulls you closer in response, unbuttoning your shirt and planting kisses to the newly exposed flesh there. You take advantage of his distraction and start palming him over his trousers, but you don’t leave him wanting for long, your hand slips under the waistband and grasps his thick length making him hiss

“Shit, you’re keen.”

“I want you, Eddie. I want to taste you, feel you in my mouth.” He’s died. He’s died and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for what is happening right now. He nods wordlessly and helps you to push his chequered trousers and boxers down.

You’d felt it with your hand but seeing the way your hand can barely wrap around Eddie’s cock makes your jaw drop slightly, you push him back so you can slide off the counter and drop to your knees before him, you run your tongue in a slow stripe from the base off him before lapping up the precum leaking from his tip, never breaking eye contact with him, you have him clutching at the counter behind him, weak from the lightest touch. He’s a goner when you wrap your lips around him, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth without so much as a break for a breath, when your lips kiss the skin at the base of his cock he’s sweating, practically convulsing as he fights the urge to fuck your pretty throat, he doesn’t have to fight the urge for long, as you start bobbing your head, pulling back only to suck him back in, making him whimper as he wraps your ponytail around his hand, to give himself even a semblance of control.

“Shit.. how the fuck are you taking so much of it?” Eddie’s cock twitches in your thoat and tears prick at your eyes, making your eye make up run, you withdraw slowly, keeping your tongue pressed firmly to him until you release him with a lewd pop.

“Pretty sure I was taking all of it, big boy.” Eddie’s panting but he scoops you up off the floor, leaning you against the counter as he undoes your zipper, pulling your trousers and underwear down in one deft move, before he turns you around and pushes you to bend at the waist over the counter, you’re expecting him to fill you with his aching cock, and spread your legs in anticipation, but when his wet tongue licks a path from your clit to your soaked entrance, and carries on to your other tight hole you can’t help but yelp in surprise,

“You good?” Eddie comes away from your body,

“Yes, so fucking good.” Eddie’s big hands massage at your ass cheeks as he returns to his long licks that make your thighs shake, you whine as his mouth comes away from you but the whine quickly becomes a long drawn at moan as you feel his fingers slipping into your soaked cunt, stretching you out with a delicious sting, as you adjust Eddie starts to work his tongue around your tight ass hole, the sensation entirely new to you, but fucking blissful.

Eddie’s messy as he alternates between eating your ass and pussy, drool and your slick running down his chin and your thighs, one hand still knuckle deep inside you, rubbing your g-spot and the other hand digging into the soft flesh of your ass. His groans create vibrations that increase your pleasure, making you whine and cry out, your words have long since ceased to make sense, its not just cries of his name, begging him not to stop. And he doesn’t, not until your thighs are shaking, walls fluttering around his fingers, and you’re practically sobbing as your orgasm knocks the air from your lungs. You feel him stand up behind you and stroke your back softly, an almost jarring change of pace, you turn your head to look at him,

“Okay so no pressure, but I don’t as a rule bring condoms to work.” There’s an apologetic smile, as if that’s going to stop you,

“So?”

A devious smile on his lips, “You want to take me raw? Bad girl.” He’s already rubbing the head of his cock through your slick, making you gasp anytime he brushes past your clit,

“Eddie, please, fuck me.”

“Since you asked so politely.” He sheathes himself inside you in one fluid motion that has your back arching, he gives you a moment to adjust before his hips are slapping against your ass, grunting as he feels the vice like grip of your walls around him,

“You’re so fucking tight, and so fucking wet.” Eddie purrs as he slams into you faster, relishing in the way your body grips him, and the wet sounds produced by every thrust.

“Feels so good, Eddie, so, so, so good.” Your voice trembles as you try to speak, words coming out in time with every relentless thrust of Eddie’s cock into you. You can feel Eddie’s balls smacking stickily against your clit, making you tremble at the stimulation, Eddie himself struggling to hold back his own orgasm as he feels your slick running down his balls.

“Eddie, Eddie, ‘m gonna cum.” Music to his ears, he keeps his pace, relentless and well-timed until he has you coming undone beneath him, curse words flying from your bitten lips, walls holding him inside you, whole body shivering as the pleasure washes over you.

“Good girl.” He soothes you, letting his thrusts still until you’re relaxed around him, “Does this good girl want a pussy full of my cum as a reward for being so good for me?” You nod, barely able to lift your head from the pool of drool on the counter top.

“Think you can manage words?” Eddie is thrusting into you slowly, keeping himself under control,

“Want your creampie Eddie.” Eddie laughs at your weak voice making a joke and pulls almost out, until just the tip of his cock remains inside you before he slams back in, knocking you breathless for a moment, he keeps up this brutal pace, relishing in your moans and the way your hands search for purchase on the counter top, until he’s emptying himself into you, becoming lightheaded. Eddie stays inside you for a few minutes, letting you both catch your breath. Eventually you straighten up, turning to Eddie, who looks fucked out in the most beautiful way, cheeks flushed, hair barely held in the bun he had tied his hair into, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“How was that?” He asks with a cheeky grin as you pull your clothes back on quickly,

“5 stars. Shame about all the health code violations we just committed.” Eddie shrugs,

“Well worth it.” You have to agree with him there, you wait for him to pull his own clothes back on and pull him down to you to kiss him, there’s no lessening of the desire in it, in fact, the desperation of his kiss feels more intense, like he could go again in 10 minutes. Eddie breaks the kiss first, a dopey grin on his face,

“Okay, you can wipe the counter, I’ve got the floor.” You pout,

“Don’t look at me like that, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can go back to my place and do that all over again.” You nod, struck a little dumb that he could be ready to go again in such a short amount of time.

“It's real vanilla pods instead of extract, by the way. The pie.”

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sofiaaaaaaaa03 · 2 years

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As requested, I wrote my personal thoughts and the process of how I wrote the first chapter of the Scribe of the Gods during my study break. Anyways, here you go guys!

I wanted to begin the chapter right when steven wakes up in the netherland anf first finds Arthur.

Of course when Steven sees his librarian he is confused and I wanted to have the audience have little background information about y/n

Sort of share the same confusion that Steven has

y/n is obviously serious about this scene as it was the first instance that djehuty told them to go after steven

Can you imagine thoth being like “Khonshu’s avatar is on his way to the netherlands. Go after him.”

Meanwhile y/n is head deep in books for their upcoming exams and are like “fuck you” but do it anyways because they can’t tell the god no.

This explains their attitude with steven, they were pissed at even being there in the first place but even more pissed that Marc wasn’t fronting to make their job easier.

Also, when steven’s like “where’s your license” and they mention that they have twelve and are working on paperwork for the IDP

As a scribe it would be natural that they have gone to other countries to check up on avatars that surround the globe

Paperwork is definitely needed to get their job done

Originally they were fine with working on all of the paperwork but after some time they got tired of having to repeatedly file renewals in so they decided it was time for some sort of upgrade with the IDP

And because they travel to so many countries for their job, they do their best to learn some of the language to maintain communication and travel smoothly

I can’t give too much away, but let’s say with the amount of time they’ve been working for Djehuty they've been able to master fluency in multiple languages.

After the cupcake van incident I decided to take an approach of following steven’s perspective for this chapter

It seemed fitting, given he is beginning to discover Marc’s presence that we should follow him as he discovers the true identity of his librarian

I chose for y/n to be a librarian for several reasons

One, steven has no family he is in contact with so it would be extremely hard for him to have a teen/young adult in his life

Not in a way that seemed appropriate or made sense for the sake of the story, i like to write as realistically as I can for relationships

Two, seeing as Steven barely goes out there wasn’t many choices as to how they would meet

When I rewatched the episode, I noticed the amount of books there were in his apartment. And that’s when it hit me, he had to have gotten those books from somewhere.

After some research, I’ve found that the london library was only a couple blocks from the national gallery where Steven works

Which seemed so fitting

I was adamant about having Thoth be y/n’s god. There was no changing that.

And where better than the London Library, which is so full of archives with history and an abundance of research resources and books

That was how I wanted Steven to associate y/n. It was a good thing too, because it made watching over Steven and Marc easier on the young avatar

The chapter continues in steven’s point of view and I took advantage to give insight on how the reader is from his perspective

Honestly, I didn’t want to write too much about y/n because I was still working out details about their backstory and character

I tried to be vague too since I wanted to see how Moonknight continued world building in regards to how the avatars and their gods worked together

Flash forward to when Steven is about to be attacked by the Jackal

y/n had already been following him around for the night, they were extra watchful of the man after the events that occurred in the netherlands

Also because thoth was barking up their ear about it

I didn’t give them any specific suit because at the time I wanted the reader to do their best to convince steven that whatever was going to happen that night was just another dream or blackout he had

Also because I had no clue whether other avatars got their own suits

Like yes, Marc and Steven get one but that’s because their god Khonshu has a task that makes this ability specific to his needs

But let's say Hathor, does she get a suit? Why does she need one if she’s the goddess and patron of music and love?

Thoth doesn’t particularly need a suit, his scribe is solely meant for documentation and presencial purposes.

So no suit for y/n at the time

Sorry guys

I liked this section of the chapter because it was one of the few times that i could begin to show hints of the abilities that y/n has

I haven’t said any explicit abilities, hinted at it. Do you guys have any guesses as to what they are?

Their weapon of choice was a mace, inspired by how thoth uses a headstaff

After taking a swing at the jackal and fin themselves in the bathroom y/n was fed up with how Marc had yet to appear

They know about Marc’s DID. They had to when they did their personal research on the marine

So they knew exacgtly what they were doing when they were berating steven to get Marc

Although they didn’t handle it the best way that they could

Threatening steven with the mace in order to get marc out

They weren’t bluffing either

Now that all of the episode’s are out, I look back on this chapter and can see that this can trigger steve and Marc

But since I didn’t know their backstory, obviously their reaction is off

Looking back, marc would most likely have forced himself into control and be SO PISSED at y/n for even trying to look like they were about to hit steven

But that’s not how it had gone in my story, so let’s just look over that inconsistency please

y/n doesn’t know how steven and marc communicate with each other

I mean how could they

So when Steven begins speaking in the mirror they kind of just decide to let him to his own thing?

They weren’t really sure how to respond to it

Plus the jackal was there and it was gonna get through the door at any minute

I think that they were experienced in combat

I don’t see how they shouldn’t

Every avatar is under some sort of threat, whether it's from outer worldly means or their own personal lives and the jobs that they do

And with the places that they have to go, knowing how to fight is a must

But they were genuinely concerned that steven were going to get hurt

At this point, they sort of accepted that Marc wasn’t going to show up

He barely was there when they were in the netherlands

But he did show up at some points, and because of that they had some sort of hope that he would come

So when they ask steven for Marc one last time, I wanted to point out how they had their back turned to the door

If you watched the show you’ll know that door was genuinely deteriorating with the jackal

I wanted to show this moment of vulnerability that they had

The trust that they were willing to put for just a moment

And that’s where i end the chapter

I am proud of this, i think I consider it a great setup for the story itself while leaving room for questions

Steven’s 3rd person pov?

Acknowledge how he gets the books he reads at the local library

One of the librarians is a younger adult, y/n

They always seemed to know exactly what book would be perfect for steven’s all nighters

Strangely enough they entailed egyptology

Steven appreciated them because they were one of the very few people who actually engaged in conversation about egyptian mythology

Brief talks to each other about the Ennead and y/n having to cut conversations short bc steven unknowingly would keep up the checkout line

Note how y/n is very well versed whenever steven talks to them, almost as though they’d lived several lifetimes.

Every now and then you would show up to the museum and purchase the same dark chocolates from the gift shop, but it was at the library where he saw you most

y/n was actually there to keep an eye on london and keep records of all of the activities deities and their avatars were doing in London, as there was some traffic due to the amount of stuff from egypt there

So, when Thoth commands y/n to keep a closer eye on Konshu’s avatar, you were a little skeptical and had a feeling that you were about to get yourself in deep shit

And you were right

Thoth eventually assigns you to assist Marc as he attempts to stop Harrow from continuing his plan

Unfortunately, neither of you want to do it but have to go along with it

You were good at keeping distance, so steven did not notice you until slowly things started going strange for him

So when Steven finds himself in Harrow’s village, running from the bodymen, he is stunned to be dragged by the young librarian into the cupcake truck

Taglist: (sorry guys I didn't know if this was tag worthy or not)

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loptrcoptr · 2 years

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Guess who has two thumbs and got kicked out of her barn? 👍👍

So two weeks ago I ran into this woman at the barn as she was taking her horses out of the arena and I was taking one in to ride. I know her, her barn is right across from a) the barn with the horse I currently ride and b) the barn just next to it, where I worked for seven months. Seven. And I still occasionally work at the barn where I currently ride. Following me?

Well. She completely forgot who I was and that we had met quite a few times, actually, over the past two years. I said hello as I passed her and she gave me that very specific look middle-aged white women give you that’s somewhere between “are you a criminal” and “you don’t even go here”. She said “are you Lena? [daughter of the people whose horse I ride]” I said “uh, nope”, weirded out by the fact I’m so easily forgotten. She then says “we’ll, are you related to [this horse’s owners]?” I again said no, and “I just ride this guy.” Gave the horse a pat, tried to keep walking. At this point she went full school marm and said “are you on file with the stable committee office??” As in… have u signed all the hold harmless paperwork that everyone has to sign in order to do anything with horses at any barn anywhere. Again… I have worked and ridden at this damn barn for two years right across from this woman’s barn.

So I said “yup, I’m on file, I’m totally legal! I’ve done all the paperwork”. She immediately changed tone and laughed and said “oh you know, I just have to check!” And I fake laughed and said “yep! Ok!” And told her to have a nice day. And it sat in my craw for days and I couldn’t shake the feeling she was going to contact the horse’s owner and “report me” or something.

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I get a text from the guy whose horse I ride and he says that this bitch (not how he referred to her, of course) has been made head of the stable committee. And she has decided that no one is allowed to ride a horse they don’t own, regardless of waiver status, unless the owner is present to supervise. in summary I, a non-wealthy young person, am not allowed to ride at the stables unless the horse’s owner agrees to come out and babysit me like I’m a child.

Also, I am definitely not a worse rider than most of the horse owners at this place (not the ones I ride for) who know nothing about horses and never ride, (which is why they hire me and people like me to take care of their horses for them)! But that’s not the point, the point is this woman has cited “insurance liability” as the reason for banning non-owners from barn activity. She has taken over from the previous committee head, who is an actual lawyer, and decided that the paperwork the actual lawyer prepared isn’t good enough to ensure the barn’s interests are protected… even though it has been doing exactly that for at least five years without incident. This is the same woman who used barn funds to put up a slew of cross country jumps all over the bridle path even though there’s only one (!) other eventer in the entire stables, so no one uses them. It’s utter nonsense.

The worst part is that because I’m not an owner I’m not privy to the stable committee meetings, so I don’t actually know that this is a real new policy, or if she simply told this specific horse owner it was for his, and my, benefit. If my name was somehow brought up at this month’s meeting, my former “friend” who hates my guts now would absolutely have started throwing shade and making up crazy shit. By now most people at the barn know she’s crazy, but too few know me well enough to have a dispute. So I can’t even say for certain, because horse people Are Like That, that this is even a riel now and not just something they brought up for me specifically, without having a better reason to boot me out. Less drama this way, you see. Knowing this woman loves control (turning the entire bridle path into her own personal playground!), I’d like to believe it’s just a whole rule now, but I don’t know for certain.

Anyway… as soon as I read that text message I was like *stares in Tired Horse Bitch*. I was lucky that these folks allowed me to ride their horse, and I had other people offer too, when the family I worked for retired their horses and I was out of options. And it chaps my entire ass that after all the work I’ve done and all the connections I’ve made, the owners didn’t even get the right to tell me when to stop. They can’t even make that decision now. And it has lit a fire under me to just stop lurking on horse boards and checking out boarding barns and commit to horse shopping, because I cannot deal with being beholden to the whims of random old crones any longer. I need a horse of my own that no one can tell me what to do with. Do I currently have the budget I was hoping I’d have? Nope. Am I going to start looking at horses anyway? Yep.

#personal #it’s a great sport but it’s unfortunately filled with a lot of control freaks and fun-suckers #poor man who owns the horse was like when I go riding you can join next time? what a nice man. but idk if I will take him up on it #I’m so tired of feeling like I’m being watched all the time their anyway now it will be so much worse #horse girl #i don’t want to hang out someplace where I’m unwanted and after two years of Drama and More Drama I am ready to shell out however many #thousands of dlllars I have to to not have to deal with any of it anymore #what’s next on her agenda I wonder! Theo oblivion is no longer allowed to visit even though #their hoa funds are paying for the barn to exist?#will the lessees not be able to ride without supervision either? how do the other owners #who let their friends and family ride #feel about this? i may never know lol because I’m not going back there I don’t think #petty neurotic narcissists using ‘liability’ as a catch all for anything they don’t like in the horse world #has gotta stop. it’s too much effort to just exist in shared spaces IN MY OWN LANE #one time last year I rocked up to the barn and their was a riderless horse at the gate #he was fully tacked and freaked out and he had clearly dumped his rider some place #i pull my car in through the other gate and jog over to get him. he’s ln the other side #there are two women doing a lesson in the arena RIGHT NEXT TO HIM and they do nothing #I ask them for the code to the side gate there and they look at me like I’ve sprouted a second head #so I gesture at this riderless fucking horse and repeat my request for the code #as I punch it in another trainer drives up and says “oh good someone else noticed! and we lead the horse #back to his barn (I knew exactly whose horse it was) and in tack him and put him up #then we run off to saddle up and ride out and look for the owner #this committee bitch- the one who’s in charge now- was outside her barn gabbing with a friend #we rode by and said so and so’s horse came back without her we’re going to go find her #and she and her fiend just like. stared at us #we rode for like thirty minutes and didn’t find the rider #(she had fallen off closer to home and by that time had made it back to the barn #with no broken bones or anything) and when we were turning around the bitch and her friend came riding up finally #they had tacked up before us! they should’ve led the search!

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 181: Little Secret

Akechi’s phone rang. He picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey there, Akechi,” Makoto said, nervously.

“Ah, Makoto,” Akechi replied. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, I know this is on such short notice,” Makoto began, “but our school’s cultural festival is coming up soon, and Principal Arai asked me to find a speaker. I wasn’t sure what to do, but then you popped into my head. So, I was wondering…if you’re not too busy…”

“I’d be delighted to,” Akechi said.

Makoto was surprised. “R-Really?”

“Of course,” Akechi said. “I’m surprised you didn’t call earlier.”

“Well, I was busy with midterms,” Makoto countered.

“Ah, right, of course,” Akechi said. “Well, I look forward to seeing you then. As well as Mr. Arai. What do you think I should get him as a gift to celebrate his new position?”

“I think your presence will be enough,” Makoto assured him.

“How nice of you to say,” Akechi replied. “Well, this has been nice, but I have a work matter to attend to, so I have to hang up now.”

“Alright, bye!” Makoto replied.

“Bye!” Akechi said. He hung up. He looked at the prosecutor’s office, and headed inside.

As he made his way to Sae’s office, he met up with Riko. “Ah, good afternoon Detective,” Riko greeted.

“Good afternoon,” Akechi said, returning the greeting. “How are things going?”

“You’re…guess is as good as mine,” Riko said. Riko began whispering. “She’s been on an emotional rollercoaster all week. More so than usual.”

“Hm,” Akechi reacted. “Well, I come bringing good news. So hopefully that will cheer her up.”

“Hopefully,” Riko said. She got up and knocked on Sae’s door. “Miss Niijima?! Detective Akechi is here to see you!”

“Send him in!” Sae replied.

Riko gestured to Akechi. He nodded. “Thanks.” He walked in. “Hello,” he greeted.

“What do you want?” Sae sniped.

Akehi was taken aback by how aggressive Sae was. He took a seat. “Well, I have some good news for you.”

Sae stopped what she was doing. “This better be good.”

Akechi took out a piece of paper. “I’ve been doing some investigating, and I found some other people connected to director Ono who may have also taken advantage of his services.” He slid it over to her.

Sae picked it up and looked it over. “Well, aren’t you busy?”

Akechi was stunned. “You really are more on edge than usual.”

Sae sighed. “Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Is it personal, or about the case?” Akechi asked. Sae glared. “I ask because I’m definitely more helpful in one situation than the other.”

Sae decided to let Akechi in. “When I talked with Director Ono, he told me he was only doing what he was doing at the behest of The Phantom Thieves.”

Akchi was shocked. “You…don’t believe him, do you?”

Sae pounded her fist on her desk. “Why is that everyone’s reaction?!” Akechi grew a little frightened. “Even if what he says is or is not true, which I believe him by the way, I still have to investigate it!”

Akechi was still shook. He composed himself and said “Well, there’s another reason I’m here.”

Sae gared at him. “Go on.”

“I was recently contacted by The Phantom Thieves,” Akechi explained.

“WHAT?!” Sae said. She shot up from her desk. “What can you tell me?”

“Nothing concrete,” Akechi said. “They contacted me using some hacker tech and deleted the conversation once they were done.”

“Hm,” Sae said. “That checks out.”

“...With what?” Akechi wondered.

“Makoto told me something similar,” Sae said. “During the Kaneshiro incident.”

“I see…” Akechi said.

Sae grunted. “What did they say?”

“They told me a few things,” Akechi explained. “They told me they believed that Director Ono was not at the top, but they want me to keep quiet on that for now.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Akechi answered, “if we don’t try going after them, they might let their guard down, and their identity can be figured out easier.”

“Hmmm,” Sae groaned, unsure of what to make of this.

“However, “ Akechi smirked, “I’m telling you this because The Phantom Thieves want to work with you.”

Sae was shocked. “What?”

Akechi nodded. “They believe you’re the key to solving this case. Or rather, you and them cooperating.”

Sae slammed her desk again. “Why would I ever work with them?!”

“You work with criminals to catch other criminals regularly,” Akechi pointed out. “I see no difference.”

“The difference is if I get this wrong, things will get out of control!” Sae protested.

“Pardon me,” Akechi said, “but doesn’t it seem like things are already out of control? I don’t see what you have to lose.”

Sae glared daggers at Akechi. “This case will determine the future of Japan. You know what I have to lose? Japan!”

“Ok, OK,” Akechi said, trying to calm Sae down. “I apologize. However, they told me something else.” Sae was curious. “You know how in the calling cards they also mention someone going after their target?” Sae nodded. “Well, they believe that someone like that exists for you.”

Sae was shocked. “So, they’re planning on stealing my heart?”

“Well…”

“They ARE! I knew it!” Sae barked.

“Settle down,” Akechi said.

“How can I settle down?!” Sae said.

“Well, as I mentioned,” Akechi repeated, “they want to work with you If you open your heart to them-”

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!” Sae barked. “You want me to work with them?!”

“Well, it’s either that, or let the true criminal get away,” Akehi reiterated.

“As far as I’m concerned, they ARE the true criminals!” Sae retorted.

“You really believe the director on this…” Akechi said.

“You don’t?”

“Well… Yes, I don’t,” Akechi said.

“How come?” Sae asked.

“I have some suspicions,” Akechi said. “If my hunch is correct, there’s no way that what he’s saying is true.”

“Oh god,” Sae groaned. “Don’t tell me you think Makoto’s involved with them too,” Sae said.

“...’Too’?” Akechi wondered.

Sae sighed. “Someone told me they think Makoto’s a Phantom Thief.”

“You don’t believe them?” Akechi wondered.

“Why should I?” Sae sniped.

“You believed the director,” Akechi pointed out.

“That’s different,” Sae said.

“Is it?”

“Look!” Sae said, firmly. “There’s no way Makoto is involved with those thieves! Got it?!”

“Hm,” Akechi said. “If you say so.”

“Hm,” Sae huffed. “Are you done?”

“...I think I might be,” Akechi said. “Unless you suddenly want to be more cooperative.”

Sae glared and simply said “We’re done.”

“Very well,” Akechi said. He stood up. “I still hope you’ll come around sooner or later.”

“Go!” Sae said. Akechi was stunned. He nodded, and left.

Once he got out, Riko asked “How’d it go?”

“That…definitely could have gone better,” Akehi remarked.

Riko was confused. “I thought you had good news.”

“I did,” Akechi said. “But she didn’t take it as such.”

“I see,” Riko said. “Well, good luck.”

“I think you’ll need that more than me,” Akechi pointed out.

“Well…”

Akechi nodded. “Well, good day.”

Riko nodded back. “Good day.” Akechi left.

Once he was outside of the prosecutor’s office, he took out his notebook. On his page of Phantom Thieves, he wrote “Makoto Niijima(?)” “Hm. And the game only becomes more interesting.” He left.

A little later, Riko knocked on Sae’s door. “What?!” Sae asked.

Riko peeked her head in. “I have some preliminary notes from the Shujin interviews.”

“Set ‘em on my desk,” Sae said.

Riko came in and did as she was told. “I’m going to take a break now,” she said. “Do you want to come with?”

Sae sighed. “I’m fine. You go.” Riko nodded “But if possible, could you maybe bring me back some food?”

Riko nodded. “Sure. Is there anything you like in particular?”

“Surprise me,” Sae said.

“Very well,” Riko said. She left the room, closed the door, and headed out. Meanwhile, Sae began looking through the notes.

A little while later, Riko knocked on Sae’s door after coming back. Sae opened the door. “Oh,” Riko said. “I got you some beef and rice from a REALLY good place in Akihabara.”

“Nevermind that,” Sae said. Riko was surprised. “I mean, just leave it on my desk for now.”

Riko was confused, but she maneuvered in and placed it on her desk. “What’s going on?”

“There’s an urgent matter we must attend to,” Sae said. “We got a call from the director. He has some new information.” Riko was shocked. Still, she nodded, and the two headed out. As they were heading toward the director’s house, Riko popped a stick of gum in her mouth. “Hmm?” Sae wondered.

“I just ate,” Riko said. “So I want to freshen my breath a little.”

“Gotcha,” Sae said. They continued on.

Once they arrived, the director was waiting for them. “Ah, Miss Niijima.”

“What is it?!” Sae said. “You said it was urgent.” The director presented a small red and black piece of paper. “What is that?”

“A calling card,” director Ono said. “I called as soon as I got it.”

Sae took it and read it. “‘Director Ono, You were sloppy, and thus have jeopardized our mission. Therefore, we have no choice but to give you an ultimatum. You have one month to repent. If you do so, we shall forgive you. If you choose to continue to be a hindrance, we will have to eliminate you. The choice is yours. -The Phantom Thieves.’” Sae grew pale.

“Obviously, I don’t want to submit to them anymore,” director Ono said. “But they’re threatening my life! I just…”

Sae grew serious. “You did the right thing. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’ll catch those thieves before they do anything.”

Ono nodded. “Thank you.”

Sae turned to leave. “Let’s go Riko.”

“Right,” Riko said, still processing what just happened.

Once they were back, Riko asked, “Um, Miss Niijima?” Sae looked at her. “I know you have to investigate this, but if you were to ask me, I don’t think that’s really from The Phantom Thieves.”

Sae looked away. “Well I didn’t ask you.”

“I’m just saying, “ Riko continued, “I’m not as smart as you, and if I can see that that’s a fake, so should you.”

Sae turned to Riko. She stared her down, and Riko broke into a sweat. “You’re perfectly fine just the way you are,” Sae said. This slightly confused Riko. “I know it’s hard, but I don’t think the director is lying. Please, just bare with me, OK? If The Phantom Thieves are innocent, we’ll figure it out by the end of it, OK?”

Riko was still shaken. Still, she mustered an “OK.”

Sae smiled and nodded. “Good. Now, I know you always say you leave when I leave, but right now, I’d like to be alone. So please, go home.” Riko nodded, and she left. She looked back, unsure, but Sae just stood there. Once Riko left Sae’s sight, Sae went back into her office.

She took a seat at her desk. She started eating the food Riko got her, and looked through all her notes. Akechi’s findings on people connected with the director. The preliminary results of the interview. Notes on previous cases. She sighed. She then recalled what everyone else said. They were all hesitant to believe that The Phantom Thieves were responsible. “I want to believe you,” she said. “But I can’t. I just can’t. Not only is there mounting evidence, but a case like this… I’m sure you’ll understand once it’s all said and done.”

“Hm hm hm,” an ominous voice giggled.

“Riko?” Sae wondered. “I thought I told you to go-” Sae looked up. Standing before her was not her assistant, but a mysterious cloaked figure. “Who are you?”

“I’m someone who believes you,” the figure said. “I know those thieves are destroying everything you’ve worked so hard for.”

“How did you get in here?” Sae wondered, concerned.

“Don’t worry about that,” the figure said. “For right now, just know that I’m on your side.”

“Again, who are you?”

“You may call me Eris,” she said. “Now, let’s talk.”

“What do you mean?” Sae wondered.

“Tch tch tch,” Eris clicked. “You haven’t found a shred of evidence on The Phantom Thieves in all this time. What makes you think you can find some in a month?”

“Well…” Sae tried to counter.

“He he. Don’t worry though,” Eris said. “I can help you catch those thieves red-handed.”

Sae was stunned. “What’s in it for you?”

“Quick on the uptake,” Eris said. “I’m on your side. I don't trust those thieves either. But I need you to be on mine. I’ll give you the power to take on The Phantom Thieves. They can’t be taken down by conventional methods. But the power I give is unconventional. She brought out an apple. “I know you’ve been stressed. Well, you don’t have to feel a thing. Just swallow this.”

Sae looked at Eris’ offer. As practical as Sae was, what Eris was saying was right. The Phantom Thieves defied practical thinking. If she was going to solve this case, if she was going to save Japan, if she was going to change Japan, she needed to meet The Phantom Thieves on their level and win. She took the apple, and bit into it. Once she swallowed it, an energy awoke within her.

Eris chuckled. “Hail to the queen.” Sae grinned. She rushed out of her office, looking determined.

Meanwhile, Riko may have told Sae she was going home, but she didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, she hid in the women’s restroom, and took out her phone. She opened up an app. “I sure hope this works.” She began interacting with the app.

Back when she was getting food, she also asked a friend of hers in Akihabara about a listening device. “Please? This is really important!”

Her friend looked at her. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll pay twice as much next time I’m at the maid cafe,” Riko bargained.

“You haven’t been showing up as much recently,” her friend said.

“Sorry,” Riko said. “I got a new job. I’ve been bringing my boss to different places, and well, I’m not sure she’d like going to a maid cafe.”

“Or finding out you used to work there,” her friend said.

“Well…”

Her friend smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Riko sighed. “Thanks.”

“I will hold you to your end of the bargain though.”

“Hm hm. Of course,” Riko said. Her friend gave her instructions on how to set up the listening device with her phone. Riko nodded. Later, when she was at the director’s house, she covertly stuck the listening device under the couch using her chewed up gum to adhere it.

Currently, she was waiting for something, anything. She then heard the director laughing. “Ah, that Sae Niijima. She’s too easy. She’s had it in for The Phantom Thieves from the start. All I had to do was push her in the right direction, and she’ll help us deal with those rats.

Once we get Sae to provoke The Phantom Thieves to come to her, we’ll have them right where we want them. And either she’ll take them out, or they’ll weaken her to a point where we can take her out, and we can blame her death on them. Hm. To think she’d have one. I’m a little surprised actually.

But no matter. We’ll always win. We’ll take over Japan, and once we do, nothing will stop us. Not even you, Miss Sakurai.” Riko gasped. “That’s right. I know you’re listening. You have to get up pretty early to pull the wool over my eyes. I sure hope you were recording, because no one will believe you. No one who matters anyway.” The signal flatlined.

Riko went pale. “GAH!” she said, throwing her fists against the wall. She wasn’t recording. She didn’t account for getting caught. She was frustrated with herself.

She breathed heavily. “Maybe…” she said. “Maybe she’ll believe me.” She rushed out of the bathroom, and back to Sae’s office. She noticed the door was open, and entered. “Miss Niijima!”

Eris turned around in Sae’s chair. “Sorry."

“GAH!”

“You just missed her,” Eris said.

Riko composed herself and asked “Who are you?”

Eris stood up. “I’m your boss’ new assistant.” Riko clenched her fist. “Hm hm, don’t worry, I’m not here to replace you. I just gave Sae the power to take on The Phantom Thieves.”

Riko was stunned. “But they’re not-”

“I know,” Eris said. “But the power I gave her will allow her to take on that threat too.”

“So why not tell her that?” Riko asked.

“Because The Phantom Thieves are her enemy,” Eris said.

“But they’re not!” Riko protested.

“Try telling her that,” Eris said. “With my influence over her, she’ll only listen to what she wants to hear.”

Riko was shaking. “If Sae is really listening to you, then there’s no way she’d listen to me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Eris said. Riko was confused. Eris took out an apple. “You could join her. If you accept my power like she has, you’ll be able to save her.”

Riko was stunned. Still, she held steadfast and said “I’m not turning this into a Foli a Deux.”

Eris cackled. “Of course not. I think you're more interested in a Menage a Deux with Miss Niijima anyway.” Riko snapped, and slapped Eris in the face. “Oh. Struck a nerve, did I?”

“You did so when you started lying to Sae,” Riko countered.

“Heh. You’re not exactly telling her the truth either,” Eris countered. Riko stared her down. “Still, even without you, things are going incredibly well. There’s no good escape from all of this. Something’s going to give, and I am here for it. So, I’ll give you the key. Let’s see if you can figure out what to do with it. ‘Fashion Show.’” With that, Eris disappeared. Riko was now more worried than ever.

Back at the director’s house, he was reading a book late into the night, when there was a knock at his door. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Sae said.

“Come in,” the director said. Sae came in, and walked up to the director. “What do you want?”

“Cut the crap,” Sae said.

Ono was confused. “Excuse me?!”

“I’m in charge of this investigation, not you!” Sae continued. “So I’m going to catch those thieves, but I need some guarantees.”

“What’s gotten into you?” the director asked.

“Don’t you get it?” Sae snapped back. “For once I’m in charge, not you. So keep your questions to yourself, or I’ll leave you to your fate.”

“But…but what of The Phantom Thieves?” Ono wondered.

“I’ll get them one way or another,” Sae said. “But I don’t need you alive to do it.” The director was scared. “Honestly, after everything you’ve done, you may be better off dead. But I can still use you. So if you wish to stay alive, just do exactly as I say. Understand?” Ono nodded. “Good. It’s pretty late now, so I’ll come by tomorrow to iron out the details. And don’t tell anyone. Or else I’ll unleash everything. And then you’ll WISH you were dead.” Sae walked out.

The director was horrified. “Well…I didn’t expect that…” He put his book away, and went to bed for the night.

Meanwhile, Makoto was looking at her phone. The metaverse app had given her some grave news. The middle section, “Courthouse”, was still in black. The distortion, “Casino” was gone, and replaced with a blank white line. What horrified her the most was the top line. “Niijima” was in black, but just like when Futaba was her own crusader, “Sae” was in white.

Makoto went pale. “What do I do? What do WE do?” Her phone then started ringing. She didn’t recognize the number, but she wasn't thinking straight, so she answered. “Hello?”

“Makoto?” the voice said.

Makoto faintly recognized the voice on the other end. “Riko?”

#p5 #p5r #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #p5 femc #p5r rework #femc #female ren #persona 5 royal #p5 rework #sae #akechi #siu director #makoto niijima

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Voldication: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: GAY: A love story in Rome

Notes: I am not a Draco apologist or something like that. I had to write Draco this way because of the story. I do NOT like him at all.

But I DO mean every DUMBledore slander seriously!

Draco POV

Day 4. (Dinner, after DUMBledore’s death)

“We should search for Potter. Now that DUMBledore is dead, it’s easier for us to kill him and his friends.” Aunt Bellatrix said. “You are right, Bellatrix.” Father agreed, “We need to do it fast before he alerts his friends. When Potter is gone, we can take care of the rest easily.” The rest seemed to agree with Aunt Bellatrix and Father. We were all gathered around the dinner table except Oma who had already gone to her room to drink “water” and Delphi who had to go to bed. They were still talking about how they will kill Potter. I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I’ve always known that they will eventually try to kill him, but it never occurred to me that they will ever get to the actual point where they had actual chances. I feel sick at the thought of Potter dead. I don’t want him dead. I love him. Ok… I don’t know where that came from. And I don’t like it. I do NOT love Potter. He is the enemy. We hate each other. Make fun of each other in school. Tease each other. But I do NOT care for him. Nor do I love him. Or…. Maybe I AM in love with him. I mean he is HOT AF. And cute. And nice. Yes, maybe I do love him.

“…. Draco!? Are you listening?” Mother yelled at me. “Eh-Eh-yeah of course Mother.” I stuttered out, after being pulled out of my daydream about Potter. “Well, what did we say?” Uncle Voldi said. “You were talking about how and when you are going to kill Potter.” I guessed. I got a nod of approval from everybody, and they went on with the conversation. How do I stop them? I can’t let them kill Pot- Harry… I can’t let him die. I have to do something. I need to find him and warn him of my family’s plans.

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Harry POV

Day 6.

It’s been a day since the beach incident with DUMBledore. I am still mad about him and everything. I decided to stay low for a while. Have fun in Rome, get my life back together and think about everything. Rome is gorgeous. Nice people, good food, and great wine. I don’t really have a plan. I guess I’ll have to improvise for a while. But hey, I have to see the positive side of this.

I finally figured out my feelings when it comes to Malfoy. I love him. I know, I know it is a bit of a shocker. It was really shocking for me as well, but I think I’ve gotten to terms with it. I mean, I know it is going to be painful, since Draco definitely doesn’t feel the same, but I will manage. For now, I will go to the next bar and get wasted.

Once I reached a nice bar, I went in, sat down on one of the barstools, and ordered a beer. I downed the shots and started drinking my beer. I have been sitting in the bar for a while, as I’d already had two more beers when I saw a well-known blonde in the crowd of the bar. I had to look twice to realize that it was Draco fucking Malfoy. He spotted me as well because his face lit up a little bit and started to walk over to me. While he walked over, we made eye contact, and it was as if a lightning strike hit me that felt like 1000 butterflies erupted in my body. I quickly looked down.

“Is this seat taken?” Draco asked me after he reached me. I nod, not trusting my voice. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to find you here, Potter.”, Draco said calmly, after he ordered a beer for me and one Aperol Spritz for him. “I thought you would have already left. To tell your friends the news of DUMBledore dying.” “No, I am going to stay here for a bit. I am done with this whole fighting thing. I’m going to retire.” I said once I gathered enough confidence to talk. “Really?”, Draco asked surprised and somehow hopeful, I guess? “How is that?” I debated if I should tell him the reason why I decided to stop fighting. I decided I can tell him. If he was here to kill me, he would’ve done this by now.

“Turns out DUMBledore is a manipulative and gaslighting asshole.” Draco snorted at that statement. “He knew my parents were going to die that night and didn’t do anything about it. Just sat in his stupid office in stupid Hogwarts. God, I hate him so much. He ruined my life. He killed so many people because he kept so many secrets and made so many mistakes. And now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go because I am definitely not going back to Hogwarts.” “Wow. I didn’t expect that. I’m really sorry. I always knew DUMBledore was an ass, but that is low even for him.” Draco said. “Yeah, he really was an ass. Thank you, by the way, for not making fun of me for this.” I said, looking down at my half-empty beer. “Of course, I wouldn’t make fun of you. I may be a dick, but not an asshole. You just found out that one of the people you trust the most is an actual horrible person, and now you are rethinking your life. And trust me, I know how you feel. With the 'rethinking your life' thing, not the 'person you trusted is an ass' thing.” Draco said, understanding.

“So, you are rethinking your life as well? Why is that?” I asked him. “Well, I always had the feeling that I don’t fit in with my family. I never wanted to kill all these people they always killed. But I can’t really say anything about it because it’s family. So, I never did. I just went with everything they did. But I don’t know. After you left the day DUMBledore died, we all had dinner, and they talked about how they will kill you now since it is easier now because DUMBledore is dead. And I was kind of afraid about you and your safety, I guess. I just didn’t want to see you dead. So, I decided that I need to find you and warn you.” Draco said quietly, like he was embarrassed by the words he was saying. We didn’t say anything for a while. We ordered more drinks and after a short time, we were a little bit drunk.

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“And then guess what happened?” Draco said suppressing his laughter. “Oma screamed and yelled at Uncle Voldi for 15 minutes straight in front of the entire death eater order. She yelled: “I always have to clean up after you, don’t I? You always leave your dirty underwear and socks behind. And I always have to clean your mess. I am not your house elf!” She really humiliated him in front of all of us.” We laughed so much at the story of Draco’s Oma. We’ve been sitting there for a long time drinking and telling ourselves funny stories.

“You know, you are not as bad as I always thought,” I said to Draco. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Harry.” Draco said, smirking. Oh my god, he just called me Harry. Not Potter, HARRY. The way he said my name, wow, that was really hot. “You just called me Harry,” I said, dumbstruck. Draco just giggled, fucking giggled, and whispered in my ear: “Yeah, I did. Why? You liked it, Harry?”

I felt the blush creeping up my neck as I answered: “Yeah. I-I like it. A lot, actually, Draco.” Draco just kept smirking at me and finished his last shot of Jägermeister. I did the same. Draco paid for our drinks, and we went outside. We were both really wasted, so we didn’t really have a plan of where we were going. We just walked for a while in silence. Rome was really beautiful at night, the lights on the streets and the chilly air that ran through my hair.

“Are you cold?” Draco asked me. “No.” I replied firmly, but then I started to shiver slightly. He just chuckled, shrugged off his jacket, and put it over my shoulders. I murmured a quiet thanks. We walked on and talked about God and the world. “You remember when I told you why I left my family.” Draco asked me. I nodded. “I said I didn’t want to see you dead. But I didn’t really give you a reason. I think you should know the reason. And you will probably hate me for it. Well, more than you already do. But yeah… So, I don’t want to see you dead because I’m in love with you.”

Draco looked everywhere but me. I first had to realize his words in my alcohol-drugged head. "You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. So, I will just - “Draco’s words got stuck in his mouth as I reached up to his face and kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft, and he tasted like alcohol and cherry. Once we parted, I whispered: “I’m in love with you too.” We kissed again. This time it was more heated. Our tongues danced with one another. “My hotel is one block away. Should we continue this there?” Draco asked, breathless. I just nodded. Draco took my hand, and we walked to the hotel. Once we reached the hotel room, we started to make out. He pressed me against the bed, and we made love all night.

#harry potter #harry/draco #oma ist keine Alkoholikerin #fuck dumbledore #enemies to lovers #gay

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RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."

#i call this fic how many commas can i use in one sentence?#i think this is by far the most crack thing ive written #poor jess #in this house we worship and praise jess the secretary and her thrity second cameo in that ONE scene #if u see a typo no u didnt #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts

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waiting game → jjk | ✏️ eighteen: back to square one

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It’s been over a year since you last visited his place.

The last time you were here, Jungkook was just minutes away from turning of age. Both of you were equally nervous at the time—him being tense about the hint for the soulmate mark that was supposed to appear, and you feeling frantic over finally confessing your feelings for him. By the end of the night though, neither ended well: Jungkook found no mark and you were later on rejected by him, and since that incident you swore you’d never come back to this place, that you wanted nothing to do with him, and that you’d stop all contact and cut him out of your life.

And yet here you were, back at Jungkook’s apartment.

It’s funny, you thought for sure being back here would bring back that miserable and embarrassing night, but instead you were hit with a wave of nostalgia and a certain warmth in your chest that you haven’t felt in a while. Before anything else, this place has always been your safe space, and the stronger memories of you being happy here definitely outweighed that one horrible night.

Looking around, you found yourself amused with how little has changed— the collection of speakers he had were still kept on the same shelves, his collection of blank canvases that were stacked up on one side of the room, and the old frames of your pictures together were still hung up on his wall. A smile crept up on your lips as you walked slowly, staring at each frame carefully and recalling each event preserved in those shots.

Somehow, although he was only footsteps away in his kitchen cooking up ramen for you two to share, you missed him.

Even though you and Jungkook were slowly patching things up and going back to the way things used to be, it still doesn’t change the fact that a long time has passed since you two had been left alone together in close quarters. Sure, you two were talking a lot more now and you both have gone out together, but conversations held through texts and hangouts held in public were far more different than spending time indoors with just the two of you.

Minutes later, Jungkook came back holding a tray with two bowls and a potful of ramen. As he sets the tray down in front of you for you two to share, you felt your phone buzzing endlessly in your pocket. Not even seconds later, Jungkook’s own phone starts buzzing continuously.

For the vast majority of the time, you both spent the hours talking about your plans for the showcase with only minor attempts at small talk and jokes. As expected, your conversations were filled with nervous laughter and a few awkward silences, but at least you two had more progress with your plans. You tried practicing a few songs together, but eventually you both agreed that none of the songs you had done so far made enough impact. When you ran out of ideas, Jungkook proceeded to make more lists of song suggestions for your performance, and when he ran out of ideas, you went ahead and made your own lists.

Two hours later, you had about twenty lists—all of which were made to avoid more small talk.

Jungkook stared at the lists scattered all over his coffee table without blinking. You were sprawled out on his couch while he was slumping on the floor, his back against the couch. You were both clearly burnt out with twenty lists but still zero choices. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, catching your attention.

“Are you hungry?” Jungkook shifts his gaze from the papers to you, his bright, doe-eyes meeting your tired ones.

“Kind of,” You sat up straight and hugged your knees, “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook stands up from the floor, dusting off the back of his pants as he got up, a joking smile on his face, “Do you wanna eat some ramen?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. You just had ramen with him two hours ago, and he had six cups of ramen while he stayed up with you last night. How much ramen could this boy actually eat? “I’m sorry, Hoseok told me to say no when a guy asks me that,” You joked, faking a sad expression on your face.

Jungkook raises a brow and flops himself on the couch to sit across from you, crossing his arms, “You didn’t say no to me last night.”

“Well now I am.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook’s let’s out a laugh, causing his body to lean forward as before turning himself to face you, “Ramen’s all I have.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You shook your head, your eyes crinkling as you laughed. You couldn’t see it, but the sight of your laughter brought out Jungkook’s adoring stare. Feeling proud of himself, it felt like a big achievement getting you to laugh like that for the first time tonight, as if he had just broken an invisible barrier between you two. He missed all of it—he missed the sound of your laugh, being able to get close to you, hanging out with you like this. Just like the old times.

Jungkook smiles and looks away, afraid you’d catch him staring at you before getting off the couch, “I’m kidding. Of course I’ve got other food.”

“You do?” You asked tauntingly.

“Of course I do, I’m friends with Jin. Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

Without a moment’s thought, Jungkook holds his hand out to take yours. The moment your hands meet, a heavy beat begins drumming in your ears, taking you a second to realize that it was the sound of your own heart that you could hear as it did several leaps in your chest. While Jungkook led you to his kitchen where you two decided to cook something up together, you tried your best not to seem at all fazed as you kept a neutral face. When he eventually had to let go of your hand, a part of you wanted to hold onto that warmth, but you tried to push the thought away.

Although you initially came over to talk about what your plans were for the showcase, it now seems as if you two had no further plans to discuss anything. It was already eleven at night, but neither of you appeared to be aware of it as you were cuddled up underneath the sheets while watching old reruns of a TV show you and Jungkook both loved. You had no idea how you ended up lying this close next to him—there must’ve been something in the food he had cooked up that somehow made you two lose any form of awkwardness between each other. Jungkook had to thank Jin later for the recipe.

“Look, it’s the part where they’re trying to pivot the couch,” Jungkook laughs as he points to the screen, his hand squeezing on your shoulder to get your attention while your head rested on his arm.

You didn’t bother to look. It was a scene you’d already watched countless times to cheer you up months ago. Instead, you looked up to see Jungkook, his face illuminated by the light coming from the television and a table lamp. You could feel his chest vibrating while he laughed, your temple resting on him made it easy for his deep chuckle to send vibrations through you. From where you were, his lashes looked much longer. His eyes were all crinkled from laughing and his mouth was curled up, showcasing the mole underneath his lips. The proximity between you two was so close, the scent of his freshly laundered clothes was enough to embrace you.

He’s so pretty.

He was all you wanted to stare at, but your eyes were beginning to betray you as you felt your own lids getting heavier and heavier. Staying up last night was a terrible idea after all, and though you wanted to stay up longer to be here with him, your body couldn’t help but melt into the soft mattress. Jungkook’s arm around you wasn’t helping you to fight the urge to stay up, either.

It took a while for Jungkook to hear it, but later on he began to notice the sound of soft snores next to him, only for him to find you all dozed off on his arm. Nervously, he debated whether or not he should get his arm off and wake you up to bring you home. But, as he mentally went back and forth trying to decide on what he should do, he instead found himself studying your features and smiling to himself at the sight of how peaceful you looked.

It would be a crime to disrupt your sleep, he thought.

Tucking strands of your hair behind your ear, he let himself have a few moments to cherish the little details on your face before turning the television off and slowly covering you two with a blanket.

You were having such a good night’s rest, until you tried shifting your position as you slept—on your waist was a slight weight that held you close and left you unable to move.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, all you could see was Jungkook sleeping soundly in front of you. Trying to ignore the dangerously erratic beating in your chest, you attempted to level your breathing so as to not wake him up. All the tiredness you had felt earlier were all gone now, you were fully aware of Jungkook’s face just being several inches from yours while his arms kept you close in front of him.

You couldn’t lie, there was a small urge to caress his cheek until you heard the sound of your phone buzzing from behind you. Carefully, you reached out for your phone which thankfully was only inches away from your head.

Was it actually 3am?

“Who is it?”

The sound of Jungkook’s sleep-filled voice causes you to freeze, making you drop your phone on your face.

“Oh shoot, sorry,” He apologizes, bringing his palm to your cheek in an attempt to soothe the minor pain caused by the drop of your phone screen, “Didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“I’m okay, did I wake you?” You asked softly, noticing how his eyes were still squinted as he tried to open them fully.

“No, don’t worry,” Jungkook grins sleepily, “What time is it?”

“It’s 3am,” You told him.

“Oh.”

Reality began sinking in as you realized you were still here and it was this late. You knew he was too nice to wake you up, which is probably why you were still at his place. You began to mentally prepare yourself saying goodbye to him at this hour. Expecting Jungkook to get up, he moves the arm resting on top of you, setting you free from his being held into his arms. You tried to shift to the other side of the bed to get off, but Jungkook reaches for the lamp instead of getting up.

“Want me to turn this lamp off?” He asks, “I didn’t turn it off earlier in case you woke up and needed it.”

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you look back at him over your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Come back,” He almost pouts. His voice was too raspy for your own good, you knew you would do about anything he asked you to right now. He could even ask you to clean his bathroom at this hour and you’d probably do it.

Jungkook, probably half-awake, places his hand on your waist. This prompts you to move closer to him and back to your old position where you were facing him. He hums to himself when he’s got his arms wrapped around you again, but you tried to knock some sense into him.

“Jungkook, it’s late,” You whispered.

“I know,” he hums, his eyes almost shut.

“I should leave.”

Now his eyes were wide open. He lets out a small sigh as he finally meets your gaze, “Do you actually think I’m going to let you leave at this hour?”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you or anything—“

“You never do. what would inconvenience me is you losing sleep when you could be resting right now,” He tells you softly as he closes his eyes. You don’t say anything, only staring at him as you were at a loss for words. When he doesn’t hear anything from you or feel your body relax so you could go back to rest, he extends his arms towards you to bring you closer to him.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning if you really wanna go home,” he says, finally shutting his eyes. It takes you a second before you finally give in and bring your arms around him. Smiling to yourself, you snuggle your face into his chest and silently pray he doesn’t feel the heat building up on your cheeks. Once he was sure you’ve relaxed, Jungkook turns off the lamp and brings his hand to gently stroke your hair, only going back to sleep once he hears your soft and peaceful snores again.

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– fic type: social media au, soulmates au

– pairing: jungkook x reader

– genre: ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn

– warnings: explicit language

SYNOPSIS: in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.

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gloomykame · 2 years

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First TMNT One -Shot

Hi beautiful people of Tumblr. After much deliberation, and a bit of encouragement, I’ve decided to finally post some of work. Is it amazing? No. Will it do well? Uh... No idea... But I really love writing, especially within the TMNT universe -- and figured... Why not?

I hope some of you like this. This wasn’t a pre-exisiting piece, just something I made to get my writing out there -- but I like it all the same. I would love to hear from you guys if you’d like anything in particular, as I love other creative people bringing ideas to the table.

My asks are open, so if you’d like to give me a chance -- go on over to my profile and shoot me one. I don’t have a particular timeframe as for when they’ll be ready (if I get any), so bare with me -- but I’ll keep said person update via message.

I did use an OC for this, but I can do one for particular readers, etc. in the future. Like I said, just a starting point for this whole journey.

Please feel free to leave feedback, that lets me know if you guys like this sort of stuff or not.

Hope you guys like it!

A big thanks to:

@turtle-babe83

This is sort of 18+

Nothing too crazy, but... Never know what the future may hold. I’m definitely well-versed in smut writing lol.

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All these years, Leonardo Hamato has hidden a very important fact away from Natalia: she’s his mate. He wants nothing more than to make her his, in every sense of the word – but he’s determined not to give in to his base instincts. He wants things to happen organically and wants to ensure she has feelings before taking things any further. But after one fatal incident… He snaps.

Natalia blocked one of Mikey’s playful swings with her forearm as a certain blue-banded terrapin watched. Of course, he’d slowed down long before he made gentle contact with his fist. Leo would have him skinned alive if he hurt so much as a hair on her head. It was painfully obvious to everyone, but her. Though given the fact the others were mutants who picked up on slight scents, sounds and emotions – they all wondered how the leader ever thought he could get it past them.

He’d been reluctant (meaning absolutely no chance in hell), about telling his brunette best friend about his feelings for her – but it had never felt like the right time. He’d be lying if he said there hadn’t been plenty of openings for him to just come out and say it, but he feared what that could mean for their friendship. But he knew it, down to his bones – it was more than just some silly schoolyard crush.

She was his mate. As sure as the bandanna he dawned every morning was blue… He knew. He’d known since the very moment they met. It had now been years since that day, and yet every time her sweet scent tickled his nostrils – he felt that very same fire in his veins, urging him to take what belonged to him. What he knew well enough was already his.

But he’d never seen her look at him in the way he always saw in movies. Sometimes, he figured that was for the best. He didn’t know if he’d be able to help himself if her eyes were to one day glaze over in that way he’d only seen in porn. If Raph ever discovered that fact, he’d never hear the end of it.

Did he have desires that plagued him endlessly? Yes. Was he always able to control them? Unfortunately, no.

So, occasionally… He just found himself needing the smallest of releases. Letting himself imagine, if even for just a moment – that it was him and Talia performing such dangerously sinful acts.

As night fell, Natalia sighed – fully indulging in her nightly shower. She’d never been one to shower in the daytime, and had been that way ever since she was just a kid. She preferred it to be a relaxing experience to wind down from her day, rather than a jumble of anxiety – knowing she would soon have to be elsewhere. But this? This gave her time to truly let the day just melt away, rolling right off her shoulders and down the drain.

Figuring it best, she got out before she decided to take up residence right there – she shut the water off. But she sighed as her wet feet hit the bathmat, courtesy of her of course – even though Raph had adamantly voted against it. Though she had a feeling even Mr. Grumpy was enjoying the small luxury.

Raph’s asshole tendencies aside, she’d forgotten her towel. She’d heard the brothers get back from patrol not too long ago, but knew most of them were likely out for the count by now. Not to mention she didn’t have her phone, so this wouldn’t exactly be an easy situation to get out of – much less explain.

Turning her head, she whispered a ‘thank you’ to a certain leader as she reached into the laundry basket. While a used towel may not be ideal, he clearly threw it in there after a shower – so it was practically clean. Right?

She was gonna go with ‘right’. Besides, taking said towel definitely beat the alternative. Scooping it up and securing it around her cold body – she took a small bit of comfort in the faint smell of him that lingered on the fabric.

Heading down the hall, she felt a large figure bump into her. Oh, for the love of-

Please don’t be…

She glanced up, relieved to find it was only Leo. Not only was Raphael a major pain in the ass, but he surely would’ve had some sort of snide comment about her walking around almost naked.

The terrapin before her had another one of his towels, in the very same shade, draped across the back of his neck – seeming to have just gotten done with his solo training in the dojo. His body was slick with sweat, breathing just a bit more labored than usual. But she knew that didn’t mean much. He could’ve put himself through the wringer, and still have felt little to no effect.

That likely had to do with the fact they’d been training their whole lives. Their stamina was absolutely insane, and it took more than just a few katas to take their breath away.

“Hey,” she said, a small smile on her face.

She hadn’t seen much of her friend today. It felt like he was always so busy, especially lately. It wasn’t entirely new or anything, but she remembered when they’d first met. Maybe she was crazy, but… It almost felt like he was avoiding her?

But that wasn’t something he did… Was it?

“Uh… I’m just heading to bed. Are you… Gonna stay up and train a bit longer?”

Part of her hoped to strike some sort of conversation, even though it may have very well been in vain.

He reached to wipe off the back of his neck with the towel before grabbing it and tossing it into a basket a few feet away. There was a certain flicker in his eyes as he looked at her. It felt foreign, and she couldn’t quite place it – even if she had to. His nostrils seemed to twitch, a sort of scowl on his face as he registered something.

Though he wasn’t being particularly communicative about what it was.

He sighed, placing a finger underneath her chin – gently lifting so that their eyes met.

“I thought I could beat it, you know?” he murmured, his voice taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down her spine. “But you just had to wear that, of all things.”

He captured her lips with his.

Talia felt all of the air leave her lungs, her mind going fuzzy as he kissed her. It took her several moments to even register that fact, and she was left staring at him like an idiot. Something flickered in his eyes, and he almost looked sad.

Shit! She hadn’t kissed him back. Obviously, he thought she’d rejected her, or something.

Before she could think, or manage to form any sort of coherent sentence – she pulled his katana strap so that he was back down at her level, kissing him as if her life depended on it. He smiled against her lips, hoisting her small body up. Her legs clumsily snaked around his waist, begging him to be closer.

It wasn’t long before they were back in his room – Leo kicking the door shut on his way in. Clearly, whatever training regimen he’d been in the middle of had been long forgotten.

But as he eased himself back on the bed, the willowy brunette straddling him – he couldn’t imagine a single place he’d rather be.

There was no ignoring the desire straining against his shorts, pressing dangerously against her bare sex.

“Sorry,” he muttered, rather embarrassed that his instincts might’ve been messing up a nice moment. They’d just kissed. There’d been no discussion of sex, or-

“It’s ok,” she whispered. “I want this. If you do, that is…”

Well, hell… She might as well be a salesperson, because he was sold.

He slipped off his shorts but decided to leave the boxers – at least for now. He’d already rushed things enough, maybe just a little more time…

Their lips reconnected as the brunette’s hips started rocking slowly against his, eliciting a mind-numbing groan from the leader – and a small whimper from the woman. She could feel her slick folds making a mess of his boxers, which now clung deliciously to his hard-on.

Suddenly, he flipped their positions – one hand holding her wrists above her head – the other wandering carefully down her smooth skin.

“Alright, my turn.”

#tmnt #smut #2012 #2014 #leo #oc

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nobodyfamousposts · 3 years

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My-Crack-ulous: Aku-Maid

In which I am a horrible person...

No seriously. Don’t read this.

For @mermain123, for bringing up the cursed image that started this mess in the first place.

Mermain: i said i was suffering

Mermain: i didn't want you to make the internet suffer

Me: That sounds like the internet’s problem.

Also for @bloody-writes. You know why... ; )

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Hawk Moth was a supervillain who had been terrorizing Paris for the better part of two years.

But no one could really argue that not all of his ideas have been good. Or well thought out. Or in any way sensible even.

Like the time he akumatized a baby.

Or the time he akumatized a girl to transform people into exact replicas of herself.

Or the fact he keeps akumatizing Mr. Ramier for going on 29 times at this point…

Or the other time he akumatized a baby…

Times that he destroyed Paris. Times that he nearly destroyed the world. Times that he gave people powers that were completely contradictory to the goals of getting the Miraculous he was after by erasing the heroes from existence or transforming them in ways that made the Miraculous inaccessible.

But none of his akumatizations had ever gotten him as much hate, caused as much misery, were were ultimately as pointless as this most recent incident.

Aku-maid.

It was known the instant she was akumatized. As soon as she was transformed, a wave of power enveloped the city. And within that wave, half of the people of Paris were transformed as well.

…the male half.

Her power was to transform all the men of Paris. She didn’t even have a weapon or attack that did it, it just happened almost instantaneously. All men suddenly found themselves changed.

Or rather, their outfits…

“Ah!”

“What the hell—!?”

“I can’t get it off!”

One by one, every male in Paris suddenly found themselves in a much different state of attire. What had just been a normal day full of various styles and appearances had all suddenly become very…frilly.

“WHY AM I A MAID?!”

Much as implied her namesake, the akuma’s power involved transforming whatever any man was wearing into some variation of a maid outfit.

Every man.

All over Paris.

From Andre Bourgeois, who has refused to leave his office to make an official statement…

“ANDRE!” Audrey shouted, banging on the door. “Get out here this instant!”

“But, honey, I can’t be seen like this!”

To Roger Raincomprix, who has tried to continue his normal duties despite the…change of uniform…

“Stop in the name of the law!” Roger shouted, reaching into his pockets in an automatic reaction to try to get his handcuffs. While the dress he was wearing did still have pockets, the only item they procured was a cleaning rag, which was notably less threatening as the suspect in question stared for a moment before deciding to take off.

“HEY!”

And yes, even to…

“I’m a Macrophage!” Adrien gushed happily as he lifted his lengthy skirt to give a twirl.

…even to Adrien Agreste, who was apparently the only one to find anything pleasant about the current crisis.

Nino stared.

“Dude. Seriously?”

“I’ve always wanted to cosplay!”

Nino, having been long-since exposed to his friend’s deep love for anime in its many forms, at least knew what a Macrophage was. But even so, he couldn’t help but feel there was something odd about the way Adrien took to the long pale dress and cap.

Kim rested a hand on Nino’s shoulder. “Just let the guy enjoy this.”

“At least somebody is.” Nathaniel muttered bitterly as he tried to hide as behind his sketchbook. It was a futile attempt, of course, as he at most only covered his face, leaving the red dress, white apron with pockets, and knee-high boots on full display.

“I don’t understand how he can.” Max complained. He tugged at his own skirt in vain, looking at Adrien’s ankle-length ensemble enviously. The skirt was much shorter than he would have liked—reaching a couple inches above his thigh and almost seemed to be defying gravity to stay that way despite his attempts to get it to either flatten or otherwise lower. “I question the design choices.”

“But you look just like Misaki from Maid Sama! And Nathaniel looks like Lizbeth!” Adrien insisted. “It’s totally a cosplay!”

Max just stared incredulously. He was wearing a black dress with puffy sleeves that tapered off just shy of his elbow, white apron, a cap, and thigh-high black stockings and knee-high boots, it seemed Adrien did have a point.

Max, in all fairness, didn’t particularly care in favor of the problems that came with suddenly finding himself in a short dress, heels, and a corset.

“I just can’t peg where Kim or Nino’s outfits are from.” He continued, studying the outfits in question contemplatively. “But give me a little time! It’ll come to me!”

The boys had been having an afternoon hangout session in the park. No girls. No teachers. No Gabriel Agreste or bodyguards to whisk certain teen models away. It was supposed to be a normal non-drama-filled day.

…which was naturally when it became something less than normal and certainly more than drama-filled.

“I think I get why girls complain about this sort of thing now.” Kim said, looking at his shoes. “These heels are kind of uncomfortable…”

“Are you sure it’s the heels and not the flippers?” Nino asked, annoyed.

Sure enough, Kim was wearing flipper-heels. They were black and also had black ankle straps with a little bow on each. This strange footwear did seem to go with Kim’s talent in swimming, which was also emphasized by the ruffle maid swimsuit they matched with.

“Nah, it’s definitely the heels.” Kim insisted.

So this was what their all-boys’ afternoon had come to.

Kim was wobbling on unsteady heels.

Nathaniel groaned and kept his ever reddening face covered.

Max was questioning where they could procure jackets. Long jackets.

Adrien was giggling to himself and asking if they could do a full Cells at Work group cosplay.

And Nino paled, suddenly realizing something.

"Guys. Guys, we have to hide!"

"Why?" Kim asked. "It's annoying, but this akuma doesn't seem really dangerous."

"No, you don't get it!" Nino hissed. "If Alya catches us, we will NEVER live this down!"

Nathaniel looked over the edge of his sketchbook. “Alya wouldn’t actually post pictures of us to the Ladyblog, would she?”

A long pause followed.

The boys paled.

Except for Adrien, who turned to them with a gasp of excitement. “Do you think she would? We could do a group picture!”

All the other boys paled even more, looking downright ill.

And immediately took off running.

Or at least as well as they could with heels. None of them made it very far without tripping, stumbling, or simply struggling to stay upright as they still tried to move away from the area as quickly as the heels would allow.

“But what’s wrong with—?”

“JUST RUN, ADRIEN!”

“Who thought maid outfits with high heels was a good idea?! How can anyone be expected to clean in these things?

“I will never draw high heels on a super heroine again.”

“I can’t breathe! Who created corsets?! What objective does this achieve besides crushing one’s lungs?”

Nino groaned, still running. “I hope Hawk Moth is suffering as much as we are!”

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If Nino Lahiffe had the ability to break the fourth wall and peer into the events happening outside of his immediate vicinity, he would be happy to find this was actually the case.

And he would laugh.

Oh, how he would laugh.

“Sir…?”

“Don’t.” Came the dark growl from a very unhappy supervillain. “Don’t say anything, Nathalie..."

This was an akuma that impacted every male in Paris. Every male.

…even to Hawk Moth, himself.

“Why did this happen?”

It would appear that even Hawk Moth was not immune to Aku-Maid’s power as he had been similarly transformed. And unfortunately, due to the change, he could no longer access his Miraculous. The Butterfly broach had disappeared, having been transformed along with his outfit.

And his outfit had…actually left much to be desired.

Which was truthfully just a nice way of saying it was ugly.

Really, really ugly.

Normally the picture of stoicism, Nathalie had to pretend to cough to avoid reacting.

“Can’t you order the akuma to undo it?” She eventually was able to ask.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes in concentration. “No. It’s no good. I’ve lost the link!”

His eyes widened and he clutched his chest in a panic.

“Where is the Miraculous?!” Hawk Moth demanded, trying—and failing to pull at the tasteless dress. But as others across the city had already discovered, the clothes were magic and would not be removed or displaced. Not even the frock or the cap he now wore.

“Sir, you were transformed when you changed. It looks like the Butterfly Miraculous was transformed along with you.”

He froze, eyes widening in horror. “But that’s—”

He grasped at the empty place on his chest. Where once had been his lapel and pin now only had ruffles and a leathery texture. His mask remained in place, though it was now fully black except for the openings around his eyes and mouth, which were bordered with a lighter grey color. The material and outfit overall had a shine to it that could be found on any wetsuit.

To put it nicely: he looked atrocious.

To put it bluntly: he looked like some sort of BDSM role-player with a maid kink.

So it was fortunate, perhaps, that no one else in Paris would have to be subject to the sight.

Except Nathalie. Who was probably going to have nightmares.

Or a coronary from the laughter she was trying to hold back.

It was admittedly a bit hard to tell.

But it seemed she was handling the situation a bit better than Hawk Moth, despite the fact that the man was currently unable to see himself or the full extent of the monstrosity he now wore.

…this was probably for the best. Given the man’s fashion sense, there was really no telling whether he would be horrified or inspired, and nobody would want to find out.

“I can’t contact the akuma! And I can’t call it back!”

He moaned, covering his…already covered face with his hands. “I’ll never be taken seriously again!”

Nathalie resolutely held back from pointing out he was barely being taken seriously now.

“It’s…not that bad?” She tried. Not very well, but she tried.

Hawk Moth clutched his head in horror. “Unless Ladybug and Chat Noir can stop this akuma, we’re doomed!”

“Sir, it’s just an akuma that puts men in maid outfits. It’s really not that bad.”

“DOOOOOOMED!!!”

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The akuma, for her part, was unaware of her benefactor’s misery, too busy enjoying the abject misery of everyone else around her.

Nobody knew just what had set the girl off to get her akumatized in the first place. Her comments about men being “the eye-candy now” suggested an argument. The maid outfits involved suggested what the topic of the argument had been regarding.

To be honest, nobody had actually realized she was the akuma responsible. She did appear fairly normal by akuma terms, dressed in a seemingly authentic Victorian era dress more befitting as an authentic Lady’s Maid compared the frillier, lacier varieties that the men around her had suddenly found themselves in. What would normally have gotten her a few odds looks was mostly ignored in the face of the sudden change. Few even took notice of her dark purple skin or black hair. Or the fan in her hand.

“THAT’S RIGHT! SEE HOW YOU LIKE BEING OBJECTIFIED!”

The yelling…was a bit harder to miss.

It was the first thing that drew the attention of the three girls settled at the cafe.

The second thing was the various cries of horror as several of the men around them suddenly discovered their state of dress transformed into…well…dresses. Of a variety that made the little cafe appear more like a maid cafe than anything.

The third thing was the appearance of a familiar face running down the road, holding up his long white dress to make running easier as he looked for a place to hide.

Marinette stared.

“ADRIEN?!”

Adrien Agreste was running around in a long white and pale cream Victorian-era dress and cap, looking like Cinderella running from the ball. Except a maid.

A quick glance to her companions showed that both Alya and Kagami were similarly staring in befuddlement, so this was neither her imagination or a fever dream.

“Adrien? What’s going on?” Alya asked for everyone.

“It’s an akuma!” He replied, quickly. “She’s putting everybody into cosplay!”

“…cosplay?”

“Yeah!”

“…everybody?”

He paused, glancing around. “Well…all the guys, I think?”

Marinette stared.

“…Just that?” Alya asked, thankfully taking over while Marinette’s brain started to become aware that this WAS Adrien she was talking to. “She’s not doing anything else besides putting guys into…‘cosplays’?”

He blinked in confusion. “I…think so?”

“She isn’t…I don’t know…commanding you or anything?”

“Well, she hasn’t yet. Which, really, isn’t so bad for an akuma if you think about it.” He said with a frown before he noticed the strange look on Kagami’s face. “Kagami, are you okay?”

Kagami made a strangled sound.

“Marinette?”

Marinette pretended to choke on a drink from an empty glass to avoid speaking.

“Can I add to your order?” The waiter came by, seeming unconcerned by the ruckus or the act that he was now wearing a rather cutesy maid outfit the likes of which would be seen in a maid cafe in Japan.

“You don’t seem put off by this.” Alya pointed out, noting his relatively unfazed attitude compared to the panicking of the other men around them…or the gushing from Adrien.

The waiter took it in stride.

“It’s okay.” He replied blankly. “I’m already dead inside.”

“Oh.”

He turned to Kagami. “Do you need anything else, Miss?”

Kagami was still staring at Adrien, blushing furiously.

“I think I have a problem.”

“You mean a kink?”

“A. Problem.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Story of my life.” The waiter replied as he refilled her glass of water, either unaware or uncaring of the specific nature of her trouble.

Alya gasped in sudden realization. “Wait! If this is happening here then…” She turned to Adrien. “Where were Nino and the boys?” He blinked, curious. “Oh, they decided to head home. Why?”

An almost sinister smirk formed on Alya’s face. One that would have anyone it was directed at cowering in fear. And strong enough to be felt from several blocks away.

Unbeknownst to them, Nino felt that smirk like a trail of cold fingers down his back, and promptly threw himself into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.

As if she sensed this, Alya slammed several bills on the table and dashed out the door.

“GOTTA GO!”

Realizing an akuma was about, Marinette was right on her heels. She found a nearby alleyway and immediately prepared to transform and face this latest threat.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD.” She broke down, letting out the laughter she’d been trying so hard to hold in. “He’s a dork! The boy I’m crushing on is a complete DORK who is in to cosplaying! He thinks maid outfits are COSPLAY!”

…or she would be.

“And here I’ve been driving myself nuts with anxiety over just asking him out and he doesn’t even—”

Any minute now…

“Marinette!” Tikki hissed. “You need to stop the akuma!”

“Can’t I just take a picture first?”

“MARINETTE!”

“Oh fine…”

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Luka didn’t realize anything had happened. He felt a bit off balanced for a moment, and a bit colder, but attributed that to being on the Liberty. So he simply shifted his stance to be a bit more steady and continued playing. It wasn’t until the drum stopped that he realized something was actually wrong.

The look of shock from Mylene and the following shriek from Ivan cemented it.

He spun around, not sure what could have elicited such a cry from his fellow bandmate. And at first, he couldn’t really tell what had happened. Ivan was crouched behind the drum set, covering his face with his hands and trembling in what appeared to be mortification.

Then he noticed the mobcap on Ivan’s head, which he was pretty sure hadn’t been there before. And Ivan’s shirt seemed distinctly…fluffier and frillier than he remembered seeing a few minutes ago. He tried to move closer to offer help, only for his own balance to be off. And when he looked down…

Oh.

The dress was new.

As were the stockings.

And the notably thinner and sleeker heels on his boots.

He hummed to himself, considering the change.

“Akuma?” Juleka asked him.

“Most likely.” He replied.

Mylene had rushed up to their practice stage and to Ivan’s side, even as he moaned for her to not look at him. The poor guy was completely red in embarrassment. Seeing how upset he was, the other three had backed away, leaving Mylene to try to help her boyfriend.

“Luka, are you okay?” Rose asked worriedly, trying to respect Ivan’s need for space while also checking in on their other effected bandmate.

“I’m fine. It was just a surprise at first.” He replied.

It wasn’t every day that you suddenly found yourself in a maid outfit, after all. It was a simple outfit. White off the shoulder puffy sleeves with black frills. A black tube skirt. White apron. And…he reached to his neck where a weight was, feeling a choker.

Huh…

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Honestly, he could be in worse.

Rose seemed surprised at that. “Really? Even with those shoes?”

He looked down at the shoes in question. The boots were his style—surprisingly, given it was an akuma. The higher heels were definitely different from his norm, and clearly what Rose was referring to. In any other circumstances, she would be right.

But...

Luka smiled, shifting his stance and resting a hand on his hip. “Well, someone had to teach Jules to walk in heels. And I couldn’t show her if I didn’t know how myself.

Juleka huffed. “Don’t say that like you didn’t enjoy playing dress up.”

Luka merely curtsied, not only showing off more of his slightly ripped and punk-looking fishnet stockings, but almost proudly displaying his ability to move fluently in heels.

Rose appropriately “oo-ed” and “aah-ed” at his display. Juleka merely shook her head and smiled. Ivan was still recovering from his panic attack and had resolutely refused to come out from behind the drums, despite Mylene’s reassurances.

“So it has to be an akuma, right?” Rose asked.

“If it is, I want a picture or two, at least.” Juleka muttered as she admired Luka’s outfit, mumbling about commissioning Marinette to recreate it in her size. She hadn’t known maids could come in this style.

Mylene nodded from her place at Ivan’s side. “Though it seems rather fortunate if this is all the akuma is doing.”

“We don’t know if that is it, though.” Luka warned. “For all we know, there could be some other ability she has if she catches us. It would probably be safer if we hid out inside until this is over.”

The others agreed. And Anarka, bless her soul, actually came up with a large blanket for Ivan to wrap himself in to preserve his dignity. Then she and Mylene helped the taller teen to safely relocate to inside. Much like Luka, Ivan’s shoes had changed, but he was substantially less able to maneuver in them. And no amount of effort or force on his part could seem to separate the heels from his feet.

Once he and the others were inside, Luka moved to follow. He hesitated, however, at the sound of something landing behind him.

“Viperion? We’ll need your help.”

He turned to see Ladybug standing tall. And was that perhaps a hint of blush on her face?

Oh.

A shame.

It looked like Juleka wouldn’t be getting her pictures, after all...

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

He shuddered, backing away from the door as far as possible.

“Ninoooooo…”

It was a fight for survival.

“C’mon, Nino. Just open the door.”

The survival of his dignity, but still!

He’d lost track of the others and immediately rushed home and to the safety of his room. His room, which he could lock and hide away in until this all blew over.

“I have a key!” Came Chris’s voice. “Somewhere…”

“Give it and I won’t take any pictures of you.”

“Deal!”

His room, which his traitorous little brother was willing to allow the enemy entry into.

Under any normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be this desperate. But if Alya caught him like this…

Black dress. Puffy at the shoulder, sleeves that extended to his wrists and were bound by white cuffs. A white smock tied back with a white ribbon. White bow at the neck and white frills along the bottom of the dress?

Oh yeah…Alya would never let this go…

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten into all those anime Adrien pushed him into! So what if the maids were cute? And sure, he’d admit he's had a thought or two of Alya in such attire...

But how was he supposed to know Alya had such thoughts as well? And in the complete opposite direction! Clearly this was the akuma’s magic punishing him!

Nino looked to his window.

It would be a long fall, but it was his only escape.

But would the broken legs be worth it when Alya would soon figure out what he did and be able to catch up to him easily?

Maybe he could try to climb up instead…but in these heels? It was suicide!

“Fufufu!”

…screw it.

He opened up his window, only to meet a new pair of eyes.

Ladybug stared in surprise from her place at his windowsill, a certain box in hand.

“…hi?”

“Oh thank god!” He exclaimed. He took her by her shoulders, half leaning out and half pulling her in. “Alya’s insisting on taking pictures! Please tell me you have my Miraculous with you!”

“Actually, about that—”

“I don’t care! I’ll do anything! Just please—SAVE ME!”

Ladybug looked back behind her to a distant rooftop and the other allies she’d left behind.

The sound of a key jingling could be heard and Nino stared up at her, pleadingly.

Well, she could never resist the eyes…

By the time they’d gotten the door open, the room was empty.

Nino was gone.

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Six heroes stood assembled.

Ladybug.

Chat Noir.

Carapace.

Viperion.

King Monkey.

Pegasus.

Six heroes.

Five of whom were male.

And…still wearing some semblance of feminine maid-like outfits.

Ladybug wasn’t sure if she should be impressed or worried.

“What the hell?! I thought the Miraculous were supposed to change us into our hero suits?” Nino groused.

Contrary to his hopes and expectations, using the Miraculous had not transformed him into his normal Carapace look, but had rather simply given him a different outfit. The dress itself was green and had a turtle shell pattern, while the apron and waist belts were a brown color. The bowknot around his neck was a dark green and a brown to match the apron. He wore stockings. And to his very limited relief, his shoes were flats instead of heels.

“Well, at least this skirt is longer.” Pegasus said, now wearing a dark brown blouse and bicycle skirt. The skirt went to just above his ankles, for which he was grateful. But this seemed to be countered by the increase of height to his heels.

Plus no corset. The outfit was still fit tightly and not very comfortable, but at least he could breathe now.

“Though I believe we’re getting away from maid-wear now.” Chat said, conversationally.

Pegasus gave him a flat look. “I’m not complaining.”

If Chat had witnessed his earlier ensemble, surely he would understand.

King Monkey, for his part, seemed somewhat appeased with his Miraculous suit. It was a notably more Eastern style of dress, appearing more like robes worn by palace servants. He wore a light brown waistcoat with wide sleeves over a blouse and a wrap-around skirt. It looked heavy, but Kim seemed to have no trouble with it. Maybe it was made of a lighter material…?

And Viperion’s dress was different in style as well. Whereas his maid outfit as Luka had been more punk, this was more sleek. Wearing a green sleeveless dress and white smock, as well as what appeared to be a green corset. The dress had a slit at the sides, giving more maneuverability for his legs…as well as more show, given the appearance of a garter belt and stockings. His shoes were high heeled but including a beautiful snake design that wrapped around his ankles. To finish it off, rather than remain bare, his arms were covered in what appeared to be loose green sleeves that started at his elbows and extended to his wrists.

…maybe a picture or two wouldn’t hurt? Or three? Because the amount of details on these outfits were amazing and she was just brimming with ideas now…

Ladybug broke out of her musings when someone tugged on her shoulder to get her attention.

It was Chat. Chat who, much like the other heroes, as dressed in a fantastical outfit. Though a maid outfit, it was definitely more cat-themed with a giant paw-like gloves covering his hands, a paw print on his apron, and bow and bell on his tail which rang as he shifted.

What material was that made of, anyway? She kind of wanted to give it a feel and see if she could find something to compare it to. Maybe a quick sketch?

Oh. Right.

Akuma.

Maybe if she was lucky, they could finish this quickly so she could rush back home and take notes while she still had the ideas bouncing in her brain.

…maybe someone would have gotten pictures by then…?

“Ladybug?” Chat whispered, snapping her back to reality.

“Yes?”

Chat frowned in concern. “Is the Guardian okay with this?”

Ladybug froze.

“PSST! Ladybug!” Came a voice from a nearby rooftop, drawing her attention.

“Master Fu?”

“Ladybug! Here’s the Miracle Box. Take as many allies as you can and resolve this as soon as possible!”

“Master? Are…you hiding in a box?”

“No questions! Just go!”

“…he’s fine.”

Chat seemed uncertain, but decided not to pry.

“Let’s just split up and find the akuma.” Ladybug said. “But don’t engage until we’re all together!”

With that, the six split into three groups, with Chat and Carapace going one way and King Monkey and Pegasus going another, leaving Ladybug and Viperion searching together with the former trying not to get caught stealing peeks at the latter.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with a smile.

…trying. The key word was trying not to get caught.

“No! Nothing!” She replied quickly. “I’m just…surprised that you can still move so quickly in those heels.”

“I’ve had practice.” He explained, still smiling. He even lifted one leg behind him, managing to stand perfectly balanced even on one leg in heels.

“I…see.”

Part of her wanted very much to laugh. It was the same part that had found this entire day ridiculous. The other part of her was her inner artist at work and really wanted to make a few sketches inspired from the presented outfits. Like Viperion’s sleeves…and those shoes with a snake coil wrapping around the ankle…

“Ladybug!”

Gaah! Focus!

She turned towards the shout to find King Monkey and Pegasus stumbling towards her.

Her fingers twitched. She ignored it.

“We found the akuma.” King Monkey reported. “She doesn’t seem to be doing anything. Just…kind or roaming around.”

“And laughing.” Pegasus added bitterly. “She appears to be doing a lot of that.”

“How’s THAT for ‘doll them up’?” Came a shout from street level. “HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, HUH?!”

As if on cue…

Ladybug and the others peeked over the edge of the roof.

“Has she displayed any other powers?” She asked.

“No.” Pegasus replied. “From what we could see, her power has already been activated to…obvious effect.” He hesitated, resolutely avoiding mentioning his new outfit or the indignity he’d already suffered. “She has only been laughing. And tripping the occasional person while searching for someone in particular—possibly the one responsible for her ire.”

Ladybug nodded. “At least she’s distracted and doesn’t know we’re here. We just need a plan of attack before we try to fight her.”

“No problem!” King Monkey said with a grin as he reached for his weapon. “We can just do a head on attack with our weapons and—”

They stared.

In place of his staff was a broom. A normal cleaning broom.

They sent cautious glances to each other before they checked their own inventory.

Said inventory consisted of a broom, a bucket, and a feather duster.

“I believe that constitutes as a problem.” Pegasus stated worriedly.

“That’s no fair!” King Monkey exclaimed. “Adrien was able to summon a machete!”

Ladybug blanched at that. “A what?!”

Pegasus pushed up his glasses. “I believe it’s a component of his…‘cosplay’?”

“Pfft!” Ladybug covered her mouth with her hand.

“Ladybug?”

“I-it’s nothing!” She replied hurriedly.

Viperion raised his eyebrow at her but didn’t comment.

King Monkey at least seemed to take it in stride.

“Now we just need a plan for attack!”

“With what?!” Pegasus questioned, waving the feather duster in frustration. “Our weapons don’t work!”

“More like our weapons aren’t actually weapons.” Viperion said, considering his bucket.

“I could smack her.” King Monkey offered, holding up his broom. “Maybe your feather duster has dust on it and could make her sneeze?”

Pegasus gave him a flat look.

“I think the broom is the best weapon we have right now.”

“Don’t knock a bucket!” King Monkey commanded, resolutely. “I got one stick on my head one time and it took hours to get it off! Buckets are evil, man!”

Pegasus sighed and rubbed his head. “It concerns me that you’re the second person I know whom that has happened to.”

Ladybug coughed, discretely trying to draw attention off that particular subject lest identities be at risk. “Anyway, I think I have a plan...”

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To be honest, it wasn’t that difficult of an akuma. Especially not with six of them teaming up against it.

Akumaid truly see to have no ability other than the initial one of transforming what any male in Paris was wearing into something embarrassing...unless you were Adrien, apparently. Aside from that, she showed no other power—neither over the clothes themselves or the people wearing them. Well, she wasn’t controlling any of the victims or shrinking the clothing to choke them at any rate...which if you think about it, was rather lame for an akuma in the power department.

The only real disadvantage in battle came in the difficulty the boys had moving freely in their current outfits. And the afore noted lack of proper weaponry.

Their advantage of surprising was ruined by Chat’s bell ringing before they could ambush her, and both Carapace and Pegasus losing balance with their heels and falling over. King Monkey’s outfit, while longer, also meant more fabric to flap about and resist his movements regardless of how light it may have been, so he wasn’t able to get a hit in fast enough before the akuma turned on him and knocked him away.

Chat was able to get a hit in though.

With his…Kitty Wand…

“THIS IS MAGICAL PUNISHMENT!” He shouted as he smacked the akuma over the head.

“Chat. Chat no. Chat why?”

And Ladybug had hopelessly lost her composure by this point and was laughing. Just laughing. Laughing so hard she was crying actual tears as she smacked her own thigh in her struggle to breathe. Viperion was trying to help her stay standing, keeping an arm around her to support her as she half leaned and half chuckled tears into his chest.

“What’s going on? Does the akuma have some power over Ladybug, too?” King Monkey asked.

…

Viperion sighed.

“Sure. Something to that effect.”

Ladybug wheezed.

“LADYBUG!”

“Lu-haha-lucky haha-charm!”

It said something when her own Lucky Charm magicked up a paper bag. With Ladybug still victim to her fit of giggles, Viperion simply put the bag over her face and had her try to breathe.

“A paper bag doesn’t help with out of control laughing.” Pegasus noted as he forced himself to his feet.

“Do you want to try to figure out the Lucky Charm?” Viperion bit out in annoyance, Ladybug still shaking in his arms.

Pegasus coughed and backed away. “No, thank you.”

Ladybug let out another giggle.

“All right, enough! I’ll stop her!” Carapace shouted, reaching for his back. “With my…serving plate.”

His shield.

His precious shield was gone.

“…Carapace?” Ladybug asked.

The newly rendered Turtle Maid sighed and simply threw the plate as he had his shield, not expecting much.

…the plate slice flew through the air at a surprising speed, but missed the akuma entirely. Instead, it sailed past her, hitting a light post.

Ladybug had expected it to bounce, but instead there was a sound of shredding metal as the serving plate actually tore through the lamp post and into the concrete itself.

The lamp post, now detached, tilted and fell over—conveniently on top of the akuma before she had the time to realize what was happening and move out of the way.

SLAM!

It fell on top of her and she hit the ground.

“Huzzah?” Kim asked.

“Well…that’s one way to defeat an akuma.” Pegasus marveled.

“Great. Now can we fix this already?” Carapace asked impatiently. If they took too much longer, someone was bound to catch them.

That someone would probably be Alya.

And that was the last thing he wanted at this point.

“But I kind of wanted to make a sketch at least…” Ladybug muttered to herself, holding the paper bag Charm to her chest.

“LADYBUG!”

She waved her hands insistently. “I’m on it!”

But she could dream…

“MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”

It was with some disappointment that the Miraculous Cure wiped away the outfits of the other heroes, returning them to their original costumes.

“OH THANK GOD!”

“That was…horrible…”

“Corsets were invented as a torture method, I swear…”

“Shieldy!” Carapace exclaimed, hugging the shield in relief. “Never leave me again!”

“You okay now, Ladybug?” Chat asked her in worry.

“I’m fine.” She said, even though she wasn’t really. She felt like she’d missed a chance, even if it was for the greater good. But it would have been an abuse of her power to be taking pictures of the guys in that state and she already felt bad enough for breaking down laughing in the middle of the fight.

In that moment, however, the loveliness of ladybugs that made up the Cure returned from their task of restoring Paris to flow over Ladybug herself before vanishing, leaving her holding an envelope in their wake. Curious, she opened the envelope…

She gasped.

Inside were a multitude of photos of the other heroes. From different angles. In different positions. All of them in their new outfits.

Ladybug bit the inside of her cheek to keep from responding and drawing attention to herself.

…Thank you, Tikki.

Best. Kwami. Ever. “Ladybug…” Carapace said in growing wariness. “What is that?”

“Nothing!”

“Ladybug. That better not be what I think it is…”

She shoved the photos back in the envelope.

“It’s nothing at all!”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

Noticing the stand off, the others approached as well.

“It was just something I was missing, yeah.”

“Then let us see it.”

“Can’t.” She replied, clutching the envelope to her chest. “It’s…Ladybug stuff.”

“Hand it over. Right now!”

"NOOO! THESE ARE FOR THE FUTURE OF FASHIOOOON!”

“GIVE US THE PHOTOS!”

“Wait—did she get any of all of us in a group cosplay pic?”

“NOT NOW, CHAT!”

Unfortunately, that small distraction was all she needed to get away.

Viperion, the only one having been pretty nonchalant this whole time, simply watched her leave and the others shout after her.

“…isn’t she going to take our Miraculous back?”

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Angela sighed, already dreading what was to come.

It was a humiliating end to an already humiliating week as the former akuma victim had been forced to return to her job to go over the updates for the new Ladybug game with the rest of her team.

Said updates were apparently to include maid outfits for the female heroes thanks to one particular coworker who had decided to work on maid outfits for the female heroes instead of the level he was assigned. It had been part of the reason she had been angry enough to be akumatized.

The fact that he was insistent on shoving his maid fetish into the game for no good reason other than having them be eye candy was the other part.

The images in question that he insisted on bringing featured the three female super heroes of the city: Ladybug, Rena Rouge, and Queen Bee.

But not as anyone had ever seen them.

Instead of their usual hero suits, the three girls were portrayed in sultry, even provocative poses. And most notably, all three were wearing some mockery of a French Maid outfit…as what would be believed by Americans, no less.

They might as well have been the initial sketches of pinup posters.

“You can’t still be serious!”

“Hey, I’m not the one who got akumatized just because I was jealous that someone else had a good idea.” He said bitingly and giving her a pointed look, perhaps still a bit bitter of the aforementioned experience that her akumatization had caused.

“It’s not a good idea, John.” Angela countered. “There was no reason to have the girls be running in maid outfits.”

He shrugged. “We could just say an akuma did it. After all, we did just get an akuma who did exactly that.” He said, giving her another look.

She clenched her fists and was about to retort when their team lead entered the room.

The meeting commenced and she’d been forced to bite her tongue. Each of the team members went over their progress and updates for their contribution to the game. Level design. Enemies. Testing.

And then came his grand achievement. Instead of the level he was assigned, he gave scantily clad designs for three of the eight known heroes.

What effort.

“I was thinking we really need to include something to make our game stand out, so I made some extra skins for the heroes.” He bragged, sending her a smug look. “The appeal would sell plenty of copies.”

“Or the controversy.” Angela muttered back before turning to the team lead and hoping that the man leading their group had more empathy…or sense.

The team lead looked over the designs with an analyzing gaze. Tiffeny, despite the initial impression his name would give, was a rather buff man who took no shit. But was also a guy. Who liked guy things. But did those things include young women in maid costumes?

After a moment, Tiffeny dropped the pictures on the table and looked at John incredulously. “You know, if you were going to base skins off recent events, you could at least have been authentic.”

John stared. “What?”

“It was the guys who were affected by Akumaid. Not the girls. If we’re going to do maids, we need to keep it true to life, just like the rest of the designs we’ve included. We talked about this when we started this project.”

“But it’s what the audience wants!” John argued.

“Do you know who comprises the majority of our audience?” Tiffeny asked. “Girls. Girls, gay guys, and those who are exploring their interests. Guys in the outfits would sell leagues more than the girls.” He started ticking his fingers “It’s different. It’s original. And it’s based in actual events. People would love it.”

“But…they’ll love this!”

“Man, if people wanted to see sexy girls in skimpy clothing, they’d play literally any other game! Or watch porn.” Tiffeny explained. “But what game do you know of has had guys in maid outfits?”

“Well...”

“Exactly. We want to stand out. And we even have recent events as justification. So if you’re going to be wasting time you should be spending on level-making to put people in maid skins, then get those male heroes some maid costumes.”

“But that’s not fair!” John exclaimed.

Tiffeny paused at that. “Hmm…you’re right.”

With that, he turned to her. “You’re good at designing. Make some butler outfits for the girls. Something dashing to serve as a counter for the guys.”

Angela blinked in surprise for a moment before smiling.

“Sure thing!”

“You know…” one of the other workers noted. “While we’re on the subject, I WAS thinking of some medieval armor designs for the girls and princess dresses for the guys.”

“Hey yeah! Like a light green for Viperion!”

“Maybe teal might be better?”

“Ooo! How about…”

Soon enough, everyone seemed to be invested in the new plan.

Everyone that is, except John.

“Lovely!” Tiffeny said cheerfully. “Plan it out and bring the concepts to me later.”

With a new task in hand and John’s pouting to forever be a memory to hold onto, it seemed her day was looking up…

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“That was some akuma battle.” Marinette said as she slid into her seat next to Alya.

The reporter, however, only looked annoyed. “Ladybug had apparently called all the male heroes and I completely missed it!” She groaned and leaned back in her seat, bemoaning the lost opportunity.

If she’d hadn’t been so focused on tracking Nino for the purpose of collecting blackmail ensuring his safety, she would have been able to catch all of the male heroes in their maid outfits.

Marinette smiled. “You know…I may have a connection…”

Alya gasped.

“No.”

Marinette giggled and slid over her phone with a picture showing.

“NO WAY!” She cried out before staring up at Marinette in shock. “Girl, you have to send me these!”

“Wait—you have what now?” Nino had arrived, initially hopeful that he had avoided the worst of that day only to have those hopes immediately dashed upon arriving to see the two girls sharing what could only have been one thing…

“I have pictures of the heroes in their new outfits.” Marinette replied cheerfully as she swiped through her phone. “Oh look, Nino! You’re in here, too!”

“WHAT?! NO!” He shouted, rushing forward.

Marinette quickly grabbed back her phone and hid it in her pocket with an overly sweet and not at all innocent grin.

“Mari, come on, no! Don’t do this to me!” He begged.

“Don’t do this to ME!” Alya cut in. “You can’t just show me that and take it away! That’s just not fair!”

“Don’t worry.” Marinette assured them. “It’s going where all my blackmail material goes.”

“Wait what?”

“Since when do you have blackmail material?”

“Since somebody started a game of ‘let’s take pictures of Marinette while she’s asleep and post them online’.” Marinette replied dryly.

Nino groaned. “Come on! I said I was sorry!”

“And now I can be just as sorry.” She replied blithely.

Which was to say: not sorry at all.

“Come on! Alya made me do it!”

“It was just in fun! Marinette! Please!”

“Do you want me to beg? Cry? I’ll cry.”

“I’ll pay you! Pretty please! At least the heroes if nothing else!”

“Oh no you don’t!”

“My blog NEEDS this!”

Marinette smiled at the minor chaos she had caused as the normally happy couple bickered with each other.

Sweet sweet music.

“Hey, Marinette!”

And speaking of sweet…

She turned to look up at a certain blond-haired model as he arrived at his own desk. Though he seemed to be a bit distracted by the arguing couple.

“Hey, Adrien!” She greeted, for once with no stutter to speak of.

“Hey, um…are they okay?” He asked, gesturing to the two.

“Oh, they’re fine.” She said, waving them off. “Just…a bit excited over the recent akuma.”

At that, Adrien brightened. “Wasn’t it awesome?”

She nodded, trying to keep her laughter inside.

“You…ah…enjoyed yourself then?”

Adrien shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. “Well, it’s not often I get to dress up in a way that’s ‘silly’. Or in anything that isn’t promoting Father’s brand. And I’ve never gotten to cosplay. So it was…really fun.”

Oh. Ouch. Okay, that one kind of hurt. The poor Sunshine Child…

“You know…” Marinette said, leaning over her desk and smiling at him. “I’ve seen a bit of that one anime you mentioned.”

“Cells at Work?” He asked, brightening up.

She nodded. “Mmhmm. I could make you a jacket based off the lead Red Blood Cell. And if you like, I can keep it so you can wear it whenever we hang out.”

He gasped. “Really?”

“Sure! Maybe you can come over sometime so we can try a fitting. We could even play Mecha Strike.”

Adrien beamed. “That sounds great! Thanks, Marinette!”

She waved him off and went back to full sitting in her seat.

Alya and Nino both became distracted from their arguing by the miracle they had just witnessed.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had just spoken to Adrien Agreste…and not a stutter to be heard!

“What the heck, girl?” Alya whispered, sliding into her seat beside her friend. “Since when could you do THAT and why haven’t you done it sooner? I could swear I saw hearts in his eyes!”

Marinette shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “After seeing Adrien Agreste in a maid dress, I kind of wondered why I was so scared of talking to him to begin with.”

Alya laughed. “Well, at least something good came out of this, then.”

“You know...more good WOULD come out of this if I had pics of those heroes..."

“Really, Alya?”

“You’re pretty much the only one who managed to get any shots of the male heroes!” Alya exclaimed. “Seriously, how?!”

Marinette giggled.

“Just lucky, I guess.”

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OMAKE 1:

Knock! Knock!

“Felix?” His mother called on the other side of the locked and barricaded door. “Will you be coming out?”

“That depends. Do you have a camera?”

A pause. Which was all the answer he needed.

“Then no.”

OMAKE 2:

Fortunately, in the midst of their searching, the team had managed to find the akuma and her primary target, getting between the two.

“So what happened?” Ladybug asked him.

John gripped his skirt, nervously. “She’s my coworker in developing a new video game and she didn’t like my input.”

“What set her off?”

The guy rolled his eyes. “She’s one of those types who wants to take the fun out of video games.”

“What?” Ladybug blinked.

“Okay, so I wanted to put some maid costumes in the game! It was just for fun! Besides, it would have added a bit of pizazz! Something for the players to enjoy!”

“You could just try making a good game.” Pegasus pointed out. “If you have to rely on a cheap gimmick to get buyers, it may not be a good product.”

"I'm sorry, really! I mean, sure, I'm still going to put it in the game, because who wouldn't want hot maids, but still! That doesn't mean I deserve this!"

The akuma raised her fist and shouted at him. “THEY ARE HEROES, DAMMIT! THEY DESERVE BETTER THAN MAID SKINS JUST BECAUSE THEY’RE GIRLS!”

Ladybug blanched. “Wait…is the game about me?”

Pegasus coughed and looked away. “There have been…rumors, yes.”

Viperion tilted his head. “That seems like a double standard though…since we’re the ones in maid outfits...”

“Not the point, Viperion!”

Ladybug frowned.

“I don’t think I want to help now.”

“Ladybug!”

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archived-kin · 3 years

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caught in a twin courtship

note from kin: i’m going to be honest i only really wrote this because the title is fun to say, so it isn’t as cohesive as i normally would have wanted to make it

(this is an au where the twins aren’t separated by the unknown god! instead, just their world-hopping powers were stolen, and that’s why they’re journeying to find said god - to get their powers back so that they can go home. i’ve also excluded paimon since i kind of forgot about her while writing this haha)

(this doesn’t follow canon at all since reader and the twins just kind of start wandering about after the dvalin incident rather than heading straight for liyue oops)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, lumine, aether, diluc, venti, jean

pairing(s): aether/reader/lumine

warning(s): i don’t think so??

genre: fluff with a little bit sprinkling of angst

you first meet the twins in the aftermath of the stormterror battle. it isn’t a glamorous introduction by any means - it’s pretty unflattering, actually - but it definitely makes a powerful first impression.

the group - aether, lumine, venti, diluc, and jean - are on their way back to mondstadt city, making small talk here and there, but mostly just walking in silence.

then they hear a yell in the distance.

jean and lumine both drop into a battle stances, venti leaps to hide behind aether with a very unmanly squeak of fear… but diluc, who arguably should have been the most alerted by this occurrence, just gives a resigned sigh and pauses.

a split second later, a figure comes speeding up to the group. you barrel up to diluc and immediately punch him square in the stomach, yelling “why didn’t you tell me you were going after stormterror?!”

aether and venti both give matching gasps of horror at the blatant disrespect, but diluc only shakes his head and catches your fist as it goes for another blow, this one aimed at his chest, and chastises, “calm down, i left a note.”

“i left a note,” you mimic, an absolutely awful impression that has you sounding more like a mosquito than the darknight hero, “fat lot of use that is when you aren’t even telling me where you’re going!”

diluc evades another jab at his arm and firmly sets his hands on both your shoulders, effectively anchoring you to the ground. you contemplate swinging your feet at his knees and knocking him over, or maybe shocking him with your electro vision, but ultimately decide that you might as well try to preserve what little dignity you have left in front of those three people you’ve never met before

so you stop with a defeated sigh and turn to face said three people to introduce yourself

it turns out that you’re diluc’s cousin and he’s been having to baby-sit you for the last few years after your own parents left on a ‘business trip’ to snezhnaya that they’re still not back from

you’re pretty sure they’re dead, killed by the fatui, and you say as much during your introduction without even the slightest sign of distress, which is a little unsettling

lumine’s first thought is that you’re quite the interesting character, what with the casual way you treat diluc, and how you don’t seem to question whatever situation lead you to meet in the first place

aether’s first thought is holy shit, they’re cute

one twin greets you in return with a lot more enthusiasm than the other, and venti the bard wastes no time in asking whether you have access to good master diluc’s wine storage

(you’d be shocked by the audacity if you weren’t just as bad as him when it came to shamelessness)

strangely enough, the fact that aether likes you so much actually makes lumine more wary of you than she was initially

aether trusts too easily, and from experience, that usually leads to disaster - and your flippancy regarding your parents’ apparent probable deaths rather inclines her to think that you might be a very dangerous person indeed

the three of you don’t see each other for a couple of days after that - you and diluc leave for dawn winery together, while the twins depart with venti to wrap their whole situation up, and jean returns to her duties in mondstadt city

all this time, apparently unbeknownst to even himself, aether keeps finding ways to bring you up in the middle of conversation

you’d only spoken to him for a few minutes and somehow that as enough to get him absolutely fascinated

lumine would be lying if she said she wasn’t still curious about you as well, but it gets annoying after aether somehow manages to mention how ‘mysterious’ your black cloak is in the middle of a conversation about why mitachurls are able to randomly set their axes on fire

luckily for these two, they happen to run into you the very next day!

you’re in the middle of taking out a ruin guard stomping around the thousand winds temple - a ruin guard that the twins had been meaning to take down themselves, which is why they’re here in the first place

at first they move to help you, only to stop short and watch in awe as you plunge down at the ruin guard from atop one of the enormous pillars, your polearm held steady in your grasp as your entire body seems to spark and glow with a deep purple electro energy

the sharp blade of your polearm goes clean through the top of the ruin guard’s head and shatters its core, and it sinks to the ground with a massive thud that echoes around the temple ruins, massive wooden limbs twitching and jerking as the last of your vision’s energy disperses from it

aether and lumine are basically star-struck

from there you spot them and call them over for a conversation, show them how to take apart a ruin guard’s circuits to get at the good parts, and somehow end up agreeing to journey with them across teyvat in their search for an unknown god who stole their abilities to hop from world to world as well as their apparent true power that allows them to wield all seven elements at once

the details are a little lost on you, but what you’re hearing is that you get to go on a cool adventure with a cool gal and a cool lad, so you’re pretty much all for it

diluc isn’t too happy about you up and leaving without so much as two week’s notice (partially because he has literally no friends apart from you and he’d get lonely without his little cousin bothering him all the time) but you simply tell him to deal with it and go anyway

(you do give him a big hug and promise to visit, you’re not heartless)

from then on you, aether and lumine become a dynamic trio like no other

it’s actually pretty damn spooky how well the three of you end of working together

aether and lumine had long since formed a style of fighting that meant they made up for each other’s weak spots and could attack in perfect sync, but then you come along and somehow manage to make their already pretty flawless formation even better

is it witchcraft? they honestly don’t know

considering you fit so well into their battle strategies, it follows that you’d also slot perfectly into their every day life

lumine is cautious at first, wondering if your presence would disrupt her and her brother’s long since pre-established routines, but you fit in so naturally that it’s as if you were there all long

maybe it it’s this that makes both twins slowly start falling for you - the comfort of being beside you and the familiarity that you bring are things that they struggled to find, being trapped in a world far from their own with no way to get out, and they unknowingly latch onto you like drowning men clutching lifebuoys

aether is the most obvious about his feelings - he starts waking up earlier just because he knows you do, sitting beside you as you stoke a campfire and keep watch for any approaching monsters, making quiet conversation as lumine continues sleeping. he tells you stories about his adventures in other worlds, including an encounter with a rather bigoted individual who is the reason that he keeps his hair so long while lumine’s has been cut short

he even starts taking his hair out of its braid before he goes to sleep so that he can ask you to braid it for him when he wakes up

lumine is a lot more subtle

she finds excuses to stand closer to you when, deliberately brushing her fingers against yours when handing you something. she listens far more attentively to you when you speak than anyone else, and she smiles far more in your presence, hanging onto your every word and gazing at you so intensely that it’s almost unsettling

of course, the twins notice each other’s feelings pretty easily

at first neither acknowledges it - it’d be far too messy for both to accept that they’d both fallen in love with the same person, let alone actually admit this to each other

but it gets to the point where it just isn’t ignorable anymore, and finally the twins decide to talk

it’s about as civil and sensible as they could hope for with the subject at hand, and they eventually decide to talk to you about it

and so, we come to an ultimatum. what will your choice be?

if you reject both, it’ll be hard to continue adventuring with twins who can’t look in your direction. neither resent you, of course, but the atmosphere has become so stifling that they can’t even make eye contact

it’s as if an enormous gap has opened up between the three of you. the twins are avoiding each other as well, unsure of how to handle the fact that they’re both in love with the same person and have now both been rejected by that same person. if anything, they should be becoming closer out of solidarity, but it seems that they can’t stand to be in each other’s presence as much as they can’t stand to be in yours.

the three of you still work together as seamlessly in battle as you did before, but once the final monster has been cut down and your weapons are sheathed, that connection seems to disappear again.

it’s aether who finally breaks the stalemate. he starts trying to start conversations as the three of you sit awkwardly apart from each other around a fire, and while the first few attempts end in stony silence and an awkward cough on his part, eventually you begin replying with some semblance of the humour you used to

from there things only improve - the three of you come to a silent mutual agreement to leave this behind you, and soon you’re all laughing and joking as you used to

lumine and aether both know that they cannot force you to love either of them, and they respect your choice. if anything, they’re the ones in the wrong for springing something like this on you so suddenly, and they start to feel a little guilty that they were essentially pressuring you into making a choice that you were never obligated to make

so they return to treating you as a dear friend, just as before. things are different now, of course, but they can only be grateful that you continue to travel with them and stay by their side; this situation doesn’t make them love you any less, even if you don’t love them in the same way.

if you choose lumine, aether will be understanding. the twins have been each other’s only support for longer than they can remember, and as the older brother, he’s well used to giving things up for his sister.

he’ll still be friendly and amicable, but he won’t seek you out as much as he did before. he starts braiding his hair by himself again, and stays in bed as late as he can every morning so that he doesn’t have to be face to face with you. just because he’s accepted this doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.

sometimes, when the sky grows dark and you and lumine have long since fallen asleep beside each other, he wonders to himself - why is it that he has to give everything to his sister? he’s given away so much, so why couldn’t the universe let him have this one thing?

but he knows, deep down, that this is nothing to do with the universe - you simply fell in love with someone that wasn’t him, his sister at that, and he’s struggling to come to terms with it.

he wants to hate you, hate lumine, hate the relationship that the two of you have formed, but he just can’t. he loves the both of you in different ways that are just as important as each other, and he can’t stand to lose either of you. he’d rather throw himself off of starsnatch cliff.

so he’ll smile and bear it, even if it’s a battle to keep himself from breaking down every time he sees the two of you lace your hands together, off in your own little word, so near and yet so far from him.

if you choose aether, lumine will become cold. at first, that is. she’s never been as empathetic as her brother, always holding grudges and developing dislike much more easily. it had taken a lot for her to open up to you in the first place, and now that you’ve rejected her, it’s going to take a while for her to return to the same camaderie with you that she had before.

lumine does not begrudge aether for being the one you chose. if anything, she’s glad - aether is always putting her first and himself second, and she’s happy that he has someone like you, who lights his eyes up in a way that she’s never seen before.

but our hearts often betray our mind, after all, and lumine can’t help but scowl and turn away every time she sees her brother wrap his arms around your waist or press a kiss to your cheek. despite her best efforts, all she can think is why? why did you have to choose him?

she can’t bring herself to hate you, though. as much as it feels like her heart is threatening to split down the middle when she sees you smile and is reminded of something that she cannot have, there is an equal joy in the fact that her brother can be with the person that he loves so dearly. if anything, the two of you deserve to be happy together.

lumine would never do anything that could take that away, and so she forces herself to accept it. it takes several days of tentative conversation and barely held back tears, but eventually the two of you seem to return to the way you were before - all friendly jabs and light-hearted banter and little jokes exchanged over crossed blades.

but lumine knows that your friendship can never be quite the same as it was before. she’ll forever be holding you at arm’s length, terrified to let you get too close lest you see how much your presence affects her. she can’t let you know how much she loves you because she will never be the one who links hands with you as you walk down a long, winding path, or the one who holds you close under a darkening sky filled with stars - because that person is aether, and she would sooner die before she takes her brother’s happiness away.

if you refuse to choose, the twins will be at a loss at what to do. they hadn’t considered this scenario - that you had somehow come to love both of them.

the confusion becomes joy soon enough, though. they realise what this means - they both love you, and you love both of them! isn’t this perfect?

neither are particularly thrilled at the concept of ‘sharing’ you with the other, so to speak, but in the end they both equally want each other to be happy as they want you to be, so the logical conclusion is that they both become your partners.

they’re not too sure how this should work, nor what sort of label to put on it, but they come to you tentatively with the idea anyway

to their joyous surprise, you agree!

and from then marks the point of no return…

aether is definitely the clingier of the two. once he realises that he’s allowed to show affection and be close to you for no particular reason, he won’t stop - it’s as if he absolutely has to be holding your hand or be standing or sitting as close to you as physically possible. he’s always buying you souvenirs at every place you stop by, scaling trees to pick apples for you when you mention a craving for fruit, presenting you little treasures that he’s found with all the pride of a golden retriever.

lumine is a more subdued kind of partner, preferring to demonstrate her feelings with little things like making your favourite food for dinner or bringing you sprigs of flowers that she’s secretly been collecting in order to present you with them. of course, that doesn’t mean she isn’t physically affectionate at all - she presses perhaps even closer to you than aether when you sleep beside her, and somehow her hand finds yours at every opportunity she has.

the twins clash every now and then, as siblings often do, except that you’re usually caught in the middle. their arguments are little more than playful squabbles, though - things like play-fighting over who gets to hug you first after a well-fought battle, or who gets to hold your hand on the way to the next village (you have to step in and remind them that you do, in fact, have two hands)

in conclusion: why choose one when you can have both and prevent the unchosen from having endless amounts of angst?

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin aether #genshin lumine #genshin traveller #aether x reader #lumine x reader #traveller x reader #fluff #love triangle #kinda??#just a little angst #as a treat #genshin diluc #genshin venti #unedited

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zvnphoria · 3 years

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- how being koko’s best friend would be like

a/n - had too much fun with this. THIS IS VERY LONG UM. this is an apology for being inactive.

contains - fluff, teeny bit of angst, just platonic because YEAH, fem!reader, implied strong reader, reader has mommy issues (definitely not projecting), reader had a friendship with akane and looked up to her like an older sister

you and hajime go way back since you were kids. you two met in an interesting way but not necessarily in a good one.

you were walking to the nearest park to get out of your crazy house because your mom kept screaming at you over the littlest thing again. you forgot to wash the dishes (you didn’t necessarily forget that’s for sure). you stopped once you saw a boy around your age getting beaten up by some older kids. his hand gripped tightly on what looked like a school bag and protected it like his life depended on it.

it didn’t matter anymore because you had just knocked out both of the bullies in no time without a thought— almost as if it was normal to you. when you looked at the boy, he had blood going down from his forehead to his cheek, heavily panting and on the verge of passing out. he’s not the fighting type, huh. luckily you had a towel wrapped around your neck since you had just gotten out of the shower when you walked out your house, you weren’t gonna spend much time at the park anyways

you kneeled down and wiped the dripping blood off his face and noticed a bigger figure running towards you both. it was.. a girl?

“hajime-kun! what happened here?!” she panicked as she checked your surroundings

“akane-san.. it’s no big deal i promise..”

“no big deal?! i knew something was up when you rushed the other way. and my bag also happened to be missing! why didn’t you ask for help? you don’t need to be independent all the time.”

“and you,” she began, making eye contact with you

“are you okay? are you hurt?”

“no no! i’m fine don’t worry.”

“she was actually the one who knocked them out, akane-san,”

the older girl looked at the unconscious bullies, then back at you with shock and amazement in her eyes

“you did this? that’s amazing!” she says as she quickly takes your hands and wraps it around hers

“uh.. yes i promise it’s really not a big deal. i’ve dealt through worse, trust me,” you say as you gaze at the direction of your house

“worse or not this is still definitely something! even i cant beat someone up, and i’m way older than you!” she chuckled

“well it’s not like you have the heart to do something like that, akane-san,” the boy comments

“hahah you’re right, you’re right. anyways we should get going now— the sun is gonna set very soon, and you should get home as well. is your house nearby? we can walk you if you’d like,”

even ‘til this day you still don’t know why you didn’t decline her offer. was it because she was nice? it didn’t matter anymore, because if you had declined, you wouldn’t get to meet such amazing people.

it’s been a few months after meeting hajime and akane, and you had also met akane’s younger brother who was your age— seishu! you four would often hang out, whether it was at the inui home or at hajime’s house. getting to know them was pretty fun, and very interesting because a certain someone had a crush on akane.

it was definitely not seishu because they’re siblings and that’s just weird, definitely not you because akane had reminded you of your older sister who was almost never in your life, so that only left one choice— hajime.

his crush on her was so painfully obvious that you couldn’t stand seeing him try to impress her every now and then. he even ditched his glasses and bought contacts just for her to compliment him! he’s whipped huh..

one day you decided to help him out a little with his crush. it was another day of your usual hang outs except this time it was at your local mall! akane’s birthday was coming up and you three had collectively agreed to take her to the mall and see if she would see anything she’d like. turns out she was eyeing some platforms with red on the bottoms, and you took notice.

seishu dragged her to go to the food court with him because he was “hungry” so you and hajime took the chance to buy the heels. you were both now at the cash register, waiting for the register person

“i don’t understand you,” you began

“i don’t understand why you like her so much. i mean— i get that’s she’s amazing and nice and pretty and all but.. there’s another reason why you like her. something must’ve happened for you to be so attached to her so what is it?” you meant no harm with this question whatsoever. you were simply curious and that’s all.

before he answered, he smiled to himself and looked back at you

“she’s the only one that makes me feel not under pressure all the time. she’s the one who constantly reminds me that i shouldn’t be so independent and that i should always ask for help.” as you took a breath in to reply, he stopped you

“before you say anything, i know. i know she doesn’t like me. i know she’s just being nice. but there’s nothing wrong with a one-sided crush right?” he grins

even though he was beaming with a smile in front of you, you knew. you knew this wasn’t how he truly felt. you knew that deep down he was hurt but it was understandable. after all, he was just a kid wasn’t he? you saw right through him.

it was a shame after what happened the next couple of weeks after that conversation. it all happened so fast and none of you were prepared for it. you weren’t prepared for the incident that had happened to akane. a few days before it occurred, koko proudly told you that he was planning to confess and you were way against it.

“huh?! but i need to get this off my chest, y/n! i don’t care if she rejects me or not!”

“haji, i have a bad feeling about this.. i’m serious. you know how i always get bad feelings and they turn out to be true!”

he groaned and scooted far from where he was originally sitting which was right next to you. you sigh and got up to sit down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder so he wouldn’t escape

“i just don’t want you to get your hopes up, that’s all.” deep down you knew the truth. akane wasn’t interested in boys one bit despite all the confessions she had received almost every week.

“fine. you have a point. but im still going with this,”

all you could do was do nothing but let him. oh how you wished you protested more, because in return all he got was a huge burden on his shoulders.

“please ma’am, just please tell me what room akane inui and seishu inui are in,” you shouted as tears were rolling down on your cheeks. “107, right down the hall and take a left ‘hon”

you bowed and quickly made your way into the room. as you burst the door open, your eyes immediately go on seishu who looked so sad to the point where he didn’t even bother to look up at you. you hug him with a feeling of relief flowing in your body, but soon that feeling was gone when you asked where akane was.

you stood outside the door, not knowing why your feet couldn’t move. what’s wrong, y/n? her voice rang your ears. go on, don’t worry i’ll be right here next to you and if you get scared, just hold my hand! right. that was the time you were at a “haunted” house together and you were scared to go in. why are you being reminded of this right now?

you gulped and slowly opened the doorknob and found a crying boy in front of you, hands grabbing on the sheets with his head on the edge of the bed. you couldn’t do anything. all you could do was sit next to him with your head resting on his shoulder while you were crying.

a few years after that, you both acted as if nothing had happened. not because you wanted to forget akane, but because you knew akane would’ve wanted you both to continue living on without her.

despite not dating, you two would always have couple tendencies like feeding food to eachother or hugging often but you’re just THAT close to the point you can probably kiss without feeling any romantic attraction whatsoever

you couldn’t hang out with him as much anymore because of all the gang related things he’s doing. to make it up to you, he knocks on your window late at night and sleeps over most of the time. you talk to him about the usual— have you been eating? you should get more rest. and so on.

you were the one who got him to start wearing eyeliner! at first he just looked at you with a confused face when you handed him it as his present, but then you explained that if he wants to go fully dedicated to the black dragons, the wings of the eyeliner would represent the wings of the dragon. he didn’t wear it at first, all he did was ruffle your hair and said he’d think about it— and he kept his word! so now he’s the iconic money-making genius that wears eyeliner.

after all that’s happened between you two, there isn’t a single awkward moment you share. you know those friends who bring up an adult related topic out of completely nowhere? you two were those friends.

“i was walking by an alley and i heard a girl getting fucked,” he says while chewing the piece of gum you handed to him

“..and??”

“i’ve never walked away so fast in my life.”

there are days where you’re sad but, of course, you don’t tell him. in fact you don’t need to tell him because he’ll know when you’re upset.

“so are ya gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he says as he rests his head on your thighs

“ugh how do you always know..”

“because we’ve been together for the longest, duh.”

he doesn’t show it much, but he cares for you more than you think he does. overprotective and can’t help but show it at times, but don’t worry! he’s doing it because he loves you. remembers the littlest things you talk about and are interested in. he’s also constantly on the lookout so that you don’t get hurt or even worse.

when he’s the one who’s upset, you immediately know. he’s quieter than usual, zoning out a lot and just not paying attention to what you’re saying to him, almost like he’s in his own little world. before you initiate a conversation, you play with his hair so he’ll feel comfortable as a way for you to convince him to tell you what’s wrong.

even though it happened such a long time ago, he still thinks about her. you cant blame him, you do too! if you were to describe your best friend with one sentence, the first thing that would pop up in your head was weak little boy. not weak as in physically weak, but weak as in mentally weak. he can’t help but get emotional when it comes to her, which is understandable.

“it’s not your fault, hajime. she left you with no proper closure, and now you’re carrying guilt and burden on your shoulders. anyone would feel the same or even worse in your position.”

he didn’t respond but he doesn’t need to. all that matters to him is that you’re next to him, comforting him with your kind words like you always do. you both have some differences which caused a few arguments, but in the end you would still be best friends.

speaking of arguments, you argue either over the dumbest things ever or over serious topics. one time you got mad at him because he was beating you in a video game and his smug expression was not helping at all. you kicked him out of your house because you were just THAT frustrated. you felt guilty so you decided to walk to his house and apologize but stopped once you saw a certain figure trying to climb up to your window.

in the start of the serious argument, it was completely something different than what you were yelling at each other about now.

he showed up at your house with your favorite boba and snacks. you demanded him to put those down.

“hajime. food— no. MONEY cant keep me happy forever, and that also applies to you!”

“then what else am i supposed to do?!” his voice started getting weak. he was never the type to argue because he’d always get emotional.

“what am i other than a money-making genius? other than a wallet?”

“i cant do anything about my situation, y/n. nothing. because that’s all i am. just a stupid wallet for everyone to use.” he says about to walk away until you grab his sleeve to stop him.

“that’s not even true. you’re so much more than that, hajime. i’m sorry.. i’m so sorry.” you were crying into his chest and he couldn’t help but cry with you.

he spoils you 100%, no doubt. there was a point in life where you would always decline but you had just gotten so used to the offer that you got tired of fighting back. i mean, how could you? he was so willing and eager and most importantly HAPPY to do this for you.

hajime cant drive motorcycles and you constantly tease him about it, which he just responds to you by squeezing your cheeks together so you could shut up. the bad thing about this is that you guys always have to walk or go on a bus to the specific place you’re going to which is pretty tiring at times. although that doesn’t matter because what matters is that you both have each other.

back to the overprotective part.. you got called by this boy to meet him at the rooftop by the end of school and you already knew what was about to go down because of your shoujo manga reading sessions. the first thing you did was call hajime and he immediately got there to warn you about what you were gonna get yourself into.

“don’t you already have someone you like??”

“uh.. no?”

“i couldve sworn you liked that ‘tora dude..”

“keep your mouth shut!”

“…so you’re gonna reject him right?”

and you did! nicely, of course. hajime advised you should make come off as mean so he wouldn’t bother you again but you just ignored him and pretended like you didn’t hear anything.

being his best friend contains some ups and downs, but that’s the point of true friendships— it’ll never be perfect.

#tokyo revengers x reader #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi headcanons #kokonoi fluff #kokonoi x reader

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junowritings · 3 years

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Howdy do~! I have a little request to ask. I love what you did with Ruggie, Azul, and Deuce reacting to their fem!s/o protecting them in a fight. Could you please do the same scenario with Riddle, Leona and Jamil? Please and thanks!

I'm so happy you liked them~! I've already finished Riddle who can be found here! I hope you enjoy these~!

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Leona

♡ Leona’s one of those people that you don’t always mess with unless you A. Know what you’re doing, or B. know the exact point when to ease up before things go too far. With that being said it’s really fun to try and get a rise out of him if you’ve got the guts for it; however there’s a big difference between some playfully tricks and being downright malicious - and it’s the people with malicious intentions that definitely need to watch what they say and do when in his presence.

♡ Sure, Leona may be pretty lazy at times (a lot of the time, actually), which has sometimes led to a couple hot-shots underestimating the dorm leader and thinking that it’s a great idea to try and work their way up the pecking order by going through him. More than once he’s had to handle a couple of cocky first years, so overconfident in their abilities that they believe they can pick a fight with him and win. In such cases, he’s swift to nip that in bud and remind them that he’s the head of Savanaclaw for a reason, and uses them to prove as an example to any other people who think it’s a wise idea. This makes it so that altercations are few and far between, so chances are if someone’s gonna have enough of a problem with him to try to fight him, it’s gonna be from another dorm.

♡ The first indication that something’s happening is when some punk has the audacity to shoulder check him in the hallway, making eye contact the whole time as if to flaunt that it was intentional. It’s immature, and frankly he’s feeling generous enough to give them one chance to walk away as he elects to ignore them and keep walking. They don’t like that one bit and Leona hears them grumbling to themselves as they whirl around on their heel and move to stride back over to him again. Their attempt to pull the same trick twice backfires when he grabs their shoulder and shoves it away without even looking, only sparing a glance in their direction to flash an unamused scowl as he warns them to think twice before he loses his patience - not a threat, a promise.

♡ It falls on deaf ears, the “what the fuck is your problem?” they throw at him painfully ironic as they advance on him, squaring their shoulders in an attempt to look intimidating as though hoping he’ll cower. But Leona’s no cub, and certainly no coward, and so he steps up to the challenge, straightening up and rising easily to his full height as he steps forward, glaring down at them as his scowl morphs into a full on snarl. Leona doesn’t even give them the chance to try and land a hit - the second they pull up their fist he bats it away, watching them stumble and try again.

♡ They keep trying, managing to at least nail him in the shoulder before he starts taking the fight seriously. This time the student tries to get a kick in, and no sooner has their boot made contact Leona counters with a kick of his own, hitting them hard enough that they buckle, cussing him out as they grapple for his hair, yanking hard and attempting to bring him down with them. He hisses, baring his teeth and jabbing at the crook of their elbow only getting angrier the longer they hold on. He’s just about done contemplating how he’s gonna end up sending them to the infirmary when someone else finally intervenes, having spotted the confrontation as they rounded the hallway.

♡ Another set of hands dives into the fray, untangling the student’s grip on his hair until they let go long enough for Leona to whip his head back out of their range. Chances are he’d have dived right back into the fight were it not for the fact that someone stepped between them - you, to be specific. You look pissed - at first Leona thinks it's aimed towards him, but then you whirl round, leaning down to yank the student up by the crook of their arm and pulling them with you till they’re far enough away from Leona. At that point you relinquish your grip, giving them a rough shove for good measure; they give you a seething look, but your only response is “Be lucky I’m not letting him finish this fight - Get lost.” as you jab a thumb towards the dorm leader as if to support your argument.

♡ The student huffs, but ultimately storms off pouting like an insolent child not getting their way; the pair of you watch him leave before a groan directs your attention back to Leona. He runs a hand through his hair, massaging the part that was yanked with a dissatisfied grumble. Maybe he’d feel better if he’d gotten a few more punches in, but now that it’s over the ache from where the hand had been is getting on his nerves, but it’s nothing he hasn’t experienced before and is just fine shrugging it off.

♡ You aren't, however; a tentative hand comes to rest over where he’d been touching, hesitant at first till you’re sure that he’s not going to move away from you. Your touch is significantly more gentle, and gone is that miffed look from earlier, now replaced with something a little more fonder. Leona hasn’t been privy to your anger often - exasperation, sure, he’s done plenty to see that side of you, but anger is another thing. Your fingers ghost over a soft spot and his mouth twitches at the discomfort, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t close, and just like that your expression turns stern as you muse out loud that maybe you should’ve let him kick their ass after all, That gains you a toothy grin in response, one that remains on his face even as he guides your hand away from his head and stands back up.

Jamil

♡ Even after the overblot incident Jamil’s still picking up the pieces. Regaining the trust of his dormmates was challenging enough - it took a lot of time of being mindful of his actions and helping others to even start the process of getting them to look at him without being wary of him breaking again. And even then he’s still working to rebuild the faith that they once had in him, as arduous of a road that is, though Kalim’s open forgiveness certainly helped; it’s a long journey that’s going to take longer than just a few weeks, a fact Jamil is acutely aware of.

♡ However there’s still a good number of people who don’t trust him, and he has yet to miss the glares and wary glances casted his way when they believe he’s not looking. He can feel the eyes on his back, tense and hesitant as if waiting for him to trip up and reveal some other nefarious plot; he doesn’t blame them of course - in their position, he’d be equally as cautious, however the unrest still builds, and Jamil knows it’s only a matter of time before someone moves in to bury the proverbial dagger. Until someone actually decides to act there’s little more he can do than carry on and handle that inevitable confrontation once it comes.

♡ It seems he’s not the only one who notices the tension however. After the initial incident you begin visiting Jamil more and more often, going out of your way to spend a little more time together with him. You’re worried about him, that much is obvious, but it comes from a place of affection rather than malice compared to his interaction with others, so Jamil more than welcomes the company. He’s familiar with your protective nature, both because he’s perceptive and because he’s seen it for himself; you value your relationships with others highly, and he knows you’ll do anything to keep those same people protected. Your additional presence seems to ward off some of the seething glares, and helps to alleviate some of the tension Jamil carries around.

♡ But you can’t always be there, and it’s one of those times that you’re not that things end up coming to a head. Jamil expects a confrontation - what he doesn’t expect is for them to try and take him by surprise, taking advantage of a moment where he’s alone. He hears the footsteps running up behind him, and he has just enough time to sidestep to the far side of the corridor before a student goes running past him, tripping over their own feet after being thwarted from their would-be punch. When Jamil looks back to check where the student had come from there’s several others racing to close the distance right alongside their friend, looking equally enraged as they approach. One person Jamil can handle, perhaps two or three; however there’s enough to know he’s outnumbered and Jamil, though he loathes the thought of fleeing, knows a fight he can’t win on his own when he sees one.

♡ Two sets of hands grapple for him but he twists out of their grip with ease, already working to generate some distance between him and the others as he eyes them cautiously. He attempts to gauge if there’s any chance of them giving up now that they don’t have the element of surprise on their side; it's not that easy however, and once they begin attempting to approach again a vicious back and forth begins. They’re hissing threats and other obscenities, which works in his favor since they’re more focused on yelling instead of putting all their effort into catching him. Even so the distance is gradually closing, and with the lack of people around to intervene things aren’t looking up anytime soon.

♡ Right when one of them tries to take another grab however, a loud shout breaks through the voices, and just as suddenly the students are yanked back and away from him. There’s yelling and struggling, and Jamil’s taken aback to find out that the people jumping to his aid are none other than his fellow Scarabia students, who seem just as surprised at what’s going on. Who doesn’t look surprised however is you - you look absolutely miffed as you storm over to one of the apprehended students and shove them back for good measure, using every inch of your willpower to bite back the cusses you so badly want to say once you realize exactly what’s going on.

♡ Jamil’s startled by the turnout, though he gets little more than a word in before you’re talking. “I swear, I leave your side for a minute and some jerks think they can attack you! And how is a whole group against one person fair?! Huh?!” You hurl that question at the group, who flounder under your words with no leg to stand on. Their lack of reasoning or response only fuels your anger, and you take a step towards them as you add, “Even think about doing this again - to anyone - and you’ll answer to me, okay?”

♡ That gets a chorus of anxious nods along with pleads to let them off the hook. You cast a glance behind you at Jamil seeking his verdict; he sighs but gives a nod and the Scarabia students let release their hold on the group and give them a wide enough berth to start retreating. It isn’t until the last ones out of your line of sight that you relax, rubbing your temples with a deep exhale. “Man, just wait until Kalim hears about this.” At that Jamil responds, the protests of informing the excitable dorm head of the event already forming when you turn to ask him if he’s okay.

♡ “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” you look worried as you ask, now turning fully to face him trying to discern any possible injuries as you take a step towards him, close enough to place your hands on his shoulders. At his reassurance that yes, he’s fine, the nervousness doesn’t leave your expression as you let out a sigh. “Good, good. If they’d done anything and I didn’t get here in time I…” you trail off, expression souring at the unpleasant train of thought that seeps in at the very words. Jamil notes your falter and brings a hand to cover one of your own, giving it a reaffirming squeeze trying to wordlessly quell your worries. This time when he repeats that he’s okay you seem convinced, relaxing a little more as you shift your hand just enough for your fingers to interlock.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanons #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst leona #jamil viper #jamil x reader #twst jamil #request #ask #dfghgfd Jamil's one of my favs and I think it shows with this lmao

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haikyuucute · 4 years

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Untamable (Ushijima Wakatoshi) [Omegaverse AU]

Pairing: Alpha!Ushijima x omega!reader

Summary: You seemed like an untamable omega to Ushijima

Warnings: Sexual themes, implied smut

Word Count: 5.6k

[A/N]: So I’ve been rlly iffy about posting this bcuz I know that this au isn’t everyone’s favorite. But I rlly like this au and I have fun writing for it, so I figured if someone doesn’t like it then they can scroll past it or blacklist the tag ‘omegaverse’ anyway, so I decided to go ahead and post this

Ushijima Wakatoshi liked order and he liked things that made sense. He was a simple man and he would call it like he’d see it.

And what made sense to him was the dynamic system. Alphas were placed at the top, then betas, then omegas.

He believed this was right because it was ingrained in everyone’s genetics to follow this order.

It was why Hinata Shouyou had affected him so deeply. He was small, his volleyball technique was a mess and yet he and Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa.

Ushijima considered himself to be a very strong alpha— possibly the strongest in Shiratorizawa. His presence commanded every area he was in and omegas would fall silent at his scent, waiting for him to speak first. He had even been dubbed the alpha of alphas in school.

So it didn’t make sense for Hinata to have so much baseless confidence. It annoyed him and got under his skin to the point he thought about it quite often and how he could win next time.

Another thing that got under his skin was the little omega he shared a couple classes with— only she annoyed him far more than Hinata did.

Because while the little orange haired boy was a weak alpha, he was still just that. An alpha.

And yet, you walked around with the confidence of an alpha.

You were definitely the outcast, most omegas found you annoying and most alphas didn’t like to bother with an omega that didn’t know their place. Your scent wasn’t sweet and delicate like an omega’s either, it was tangy and citrusy (not at all a bad smell, even Ushijima would admit it was nice, just not that of an omegas). And worst of all, if you stepped out of line and an alpha tried to put you back in your place, you’d stick up your nose, turn the other way around, and continue with what you were doing in the first place.

This behavior always sat wrong with him but he never had to come into close contact with you, he’d just catch instances of this in class or in the hallways. Always hating the way you demanded to be seen.

And Ushijima knew he wasn’t in the wrong because everyone had found you strange. You didn’t even have any friends until your third year of high school when you shared your first class with the renowned Guess Monster.

Tendou, Ushijima, and you all shared a science class your third year, and though Ushijima had prior knowledge of you, it was the first time Tendou ever really noticed you.

And being dubbed a freak himself, Tendou immediately wanted to befriend you and it was only a short while after that he noticed how much you got under Ushijima’s skin.

So as a fellow freak and probably the only person other than Hinata that could get a rise out of the usually stoic alpha— well, Tendou just had to become your best friend.

Thus it began.

Tendou inviting you to work on group projects with him and Ushijima.

Tendou then inviting you to watch practices.

Tendou invited you to games.

And worst of all— Tendou invited you to hang out in his and Ushijima’s dorm.

And you quickly became someone Ushijima had to endure all day, every day.

You knew right from the beginning when you started hanging out with Tendou that the great Ushiwaka didn’t want anything to do with you. If you tried to talk to him he’d answer with four words at most or blatantly ignore you all together (then again he did that with everyone, but with you it just somehow felt different). And that was because although he was a strong alpha, he had better things to do than put an omega back in their place.

So he put up with you for days— weeks— months— until suddenly he couldn’t.

In what Tendou liked to call the “staring contest of the year” you had outwardly challenged Ushijima. But!— in your defense it was on an outrageously ridiculous subject that you believed you had the right to believe and that Ushijima should’ve respected that regardless of his own biases.

It was an argument that took place in their dorm while the two of them were there. You had casually walked in, an agitated look on your face, exclaiming:

”I hate alphas!” You yelled, pushing their door open. You ignored Ushijima who sent you a slightly irritated glance from where he was seated at his desk, reading a volleyball magazine or something, and went immediately over to the giggling Tendou.

He was up on his bed on the top bunk and you climbed the ladder, seating yourself next to where he was sprawled out, with a pout on your face.

”Should I be offended~” he laughed.

”You don’t count.”

”That’s more offensive than your last statement.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you’re the exception— but alphas suck.”

He moved closer, throwing an arm around you with a large grin, “Did something happen? Do tell, (F/N)-chan~” he sang.

“Well... I may have gotten into another fight with an omega.”

”Ohoho~ did you win?”

”I guess. She pulled my hair so I punched her and... found out she has a mate.”

Tendou burst into another fit of laughter, and started poking your side, “Did you try fighting an alpha again?”

You swatted his hands away, “I just stood up for myself.”

”And how’d that go?”

”Stupid. He came up to me and did that dumb alpha thing where they stand up straighter and puff their chests out with the expectation that I’d be a cowering little omega in their presence,” you scoffed, “He told me that I shouldn’t step out of line and start fights with mated omegas, which is total bullshit because she pulled my hair first!” You yelled, falling back against his bed. “I hate alphas!”

“You punched his mate,” Ushijima who usually ignored you whenever you were over spoke up for the first time.

You furrowed your eyebrows, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Yeah, cause she pulled my hair.”

”She was wrong too.”

You scoffed, “So what? The alpha was in the right?”

”You punched his mate, he was protecting her.”

You shot up and glared at Ushijima who was still reading his magazine. ”Well I was protecting myself.” You practically hissed out.

Ushijima finally stopped what he was doing and turned around to stare up at you from where you were seated on Tendou’s bed.

Tendou’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two of you, seeing how pissed off you were, and at how Ushijima was taken aback at the tone you used with him, and Tendou’s grin slowly widened.

”You speak as if you’re an alpha,” Ushijima said, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

”I speak like an omega who’s fed up with alphas,” you spat back.

Ushijima slowly stood up and you could smell his scent had changed. It was stronger and more powerful— definitely covering up yours and some of Tendou’s scent. And you could pretty much smell how annoyed and pissed he was with you.

And as a result you felt the omega in you want to apologize and take everything back, bowing your head down, too weak to make eye contact. It was a feeling you had become quite accustomed to with how often alphas did this to you, and you became quite good at ignoring those instincts.

But Ushijima was stronger than all those alphas, and Tendou watched in awe as the most strong willed omega he’s ever met started to shrink in her seat, eyes glued to her lap.

Ushijima stood in front of you, and due to his height he was nearly eye level with you despite you sitting up on the top bunk.

“You’re careless,” He spoke lowly, as blunt as ever, “You speak the first thing that comes to mind with no regard if you offend someone, and you’re surprised when an alpha tries to put you back in your place. You’re an omega.” His voice loud and firm, “Power does not lean in your favor. Learn your place.”

You bit down on your lip hard, finding it difficult to meet his eyes but with everything you had in you, you forced yourself up straight and looked him dead in the eye.

Tendou’s eyes widened at your display but he kept quiet, glancing at how the usually stoic Ushijima looked slightly thrown off guard.

“I will never settle for being submissive,” you spoke slowly, never breaking your eye contact, “And I will never stop striving for independence. You like this power system because it’s all you’ve ever known— I’ll show you that you’re wrong and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

From there the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, Tendou holding his breath to see who would give in first. Until it was finally time to go to volleyball practice and Ushijima was forced to look away, making you smile triumphantly.

And so it began. The start of an overly exhausting plan that you were committed to executing.

And if Ushijima thought you were a nuisance before it was nothing compared to now.

A few days after the incident you acted as if it never happened, putting on a cheery and energetic façade. And you actually spoke to him in that same friendly manner you spoke to Tendou and others on the team.

He soon realized there would be no end to your chatter. You’d go on and on about your day, shows and movies you liked, hobbies that you were into, and you’d ask him tons and tons of questions that he’d just ignore but you wouldn’t shut up, forcing him to answer your questions— you even started calling him Waka-kun while you remained (L/N)-san.

But you didn’t care. You vowed that you’d force your way into his heart until he finally saw you as an equal instead of an overly obnoxious omega.

It took months but somehow, by some kind of miracle, Ushijima came to the conclusion... you actually weren’t that bad.

Of course you were still loud, kind of annoying, and spoke out of turn most of the time. But he guessed that some of your better qualities started sticking out the more you hung around him.

For one, you were always happy.

Happiness wasn’t an emotion Ushijima felt often, he knew the feeling of victory when he defeated a difficult opponent in volleyball but that never lasted that long because, well— Ushijima always won...(for the most part). And he knew what it felt like to be satisfied and generally content.

But the happiness you exuded. This absolutely boundless amount of energy and cheerfulness you walked around with despite being put down by practically the entire student body, it made you slightly more admirable in his eyes.

And then he saw your loyalty and devotion towards the team and specifically Tendou. By definition, Tendou was technically your best friend and you made sure to prioritize him in your life because of how grateful you were to call him a friend, this meant inviting him out places and never turning down an invitation he made. You let him talk to you when he was down and comforted and supported him appropriately. And when it came to the team, you were kind of an honorary manager (you didn’t actually have the title because the coach would never trust an omega to do the job) but you gave them water bottles and towels during practice and made sure to attend all their games and cheer for them. So even the team who had been kind of cold to you in the beginning, ended up growing rather fond of you, and you were just as happy to consider them your friends.

But he supposed what stuck out to him the most was how determined you were to be more acquainted with him. You’d ask about his day, his childhood, volleyball, anything really. And you somehow had the ability to pull more than a couple words from his mouth as time went on.

And all from the shadows, the Guess Monster was watching. Observing how a very odd friendship grew between the two of you. And although Ushijima rarely let any emotion of any kind show, after three months Tendou made an educated guess.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was actually falling for you.

From a surface level no one could really tell, but Tendou started picking up on the way Ushijima’s scent would change whenever you were near, it’d grow softer, and slightly more non threatening than his usual scent. It was a small detail but spoke volumes. Other than that, he noticed more and more how he grew comfortable around you, letting you talk his ear off and he’d answer your questions with more than three words. But what gave it away for him was when he had stepped into one of your fights where an omega started yelling at you for acting too much like an alpha. It was the first time he had ever done it and although you told him you could fight your own battles, he doubted it would be the last fight Ushijima broke up for you.

With you it was actually harder to tell if you were starting to like Ushijima back, and this was based off of all your rants he’s heard about you never wanting to mate with an alpha and that you’d much rather mate with a beta. It was hard to picture you with an alpha and even harder to picture you with an alpha as strong as Ushijima.

But he, figured out that yes— you did reciprocate those feelings when he caught a certain sight.

You went out with Tendou and Ushijima one night and stayed up late, you were absolutely exhausted so Ushijima ended up giving you a piggyback ride back to your dorm. And that’s when Tendou noticed the way you nuzzled your face into his neck. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to scent yourself or if you just found his scent soothing enough to fall asleep to— but either way there were definitely mutual feelings there.

The only problem was that the two of you were too dense to acknowledge those feelings.

So as usual Tendou decided to take it upon himself to get the two of you closer.

He came up with a fairly simple but hopefully effective plan.

Not that long ago you came to Tendou and asked if he’d been willing to give you volleyball lessons every now and then after you came to really admire the sport after watching them play for so long. And he agreed of course.

So now it was just a matter of getting Ushijima to take his place—

“I won’t be able to make our volleyball lesson (F/N)-chan,” Tendou suddenly spoke up from where he laid on the floor.

He watched as your head poked over the top bunk where you lay, a pout on your face, “What? Why not?” You whined.

”I’ll be busy this weekend, but!” He suddenly exclaimed, looking over at Ushijima, “Maybe Wakatoshi-kun could take my place.”

”No,” came Ushijima’s answer, from where he sat on his bed.

Tendou frowned at how dense he could be.

You pouted further, “Waka-kun would be mean about it if he helped me anyway.”

”Don’t be silly—“

”I’m not! I can picture it now!” You suddenly made a very serious face, mimicking Ushijima’s, “(L/N)-chan you have awful technique. (L/N)-chan you understand nothing about volleyball. (L/N)-chan you suck.”

Tendou giggled at that, seeing your point, “You’d also be getting taught by a top player in the nation~” he sang.

You paused for a moment, thinking it over, “... We’d probably get in a fight though and I hate arguing with him.”

”You hate it because you lose,” Ushijima spoke up.

”Shut up!” You yelled, moving to hang over the edge of the bed to see him.

He glanced up at your upside down form, “l’m right.”

And since he was always painfully blunt and honest, you knew he actually was right, so you settled on pouting further.

”Y’know people would kill to have someone like Wakatoshi teach them volleyball,” Tendou said, continuing to convince you, “He’s the best of the best, don’t you want to be the best~”

”I’m not that passionate about volleyball,” you deadpanned.

He faltered, until a thought struck him, and he grinned, “Remember that time you tagged along with the team to the beach and we were short one person for volleyball and asked you to play?”

You glared darkly at him for reminding you about that humiliating incident— they were a powerhouse school after all, why the hell would they ask you to play when you had barely any experience. “Yes,” you muttered.

”Well what if Wakatoshi-kun taught you a few of his tricks and you got to show off next time we play together.”

He knew he had you when your eyes widened in realization.

You looked back down at Ushijima from where you hung upside down, “Waka-kun teach me volleyball.”

”No,” he replied, looking down at his homework.

”Please.”

”No.”

”Please.”

”No.”

”Please.”

”No.”

“Ugh— why notttt,” you whined.

”Because you don’t play volleyball.”

”Well I want to show off to the team the next time you guys force me to play.”

”You still wouldn’t be as good as them.”

You frowned, “I already know that, but you don’t always have to say the truth.”

Ushijima couldn’t help himself when he looked back up at you, something in your tone bothering him. And the pout and look in your eyes really bothered him for some reason. But he didn’t like being the cause of it and he really wanted to see it leave your face.

“Fine,” he gave in. He watched as your face instantly lit up, a smile gracing your features and it admittedly made him feel weirder than when you were upset.

You flipped off the top bunk to Ushijima’s bed and threw your arms around his shoulders in a hug, “Thank you Waka-kun~” you sang.

And Tendou grinned from ear to ear, watching as Ushijima’s face tinted the lightest of pinks.

——

“You’re late,” Ushijima grunted as he watched you burst through the gym doors, trying to catch your breath.

”I know!” You panted, “I got held up by a teacher.” You said, throwing your bag to the ground. You made your way over to Ushijima who was previously practicing by himself as he waited. “Now, you can’t be mean remember, this is just for fun. It’s not like I’m gonna be using this in any actual tournaments, this is just to shut the team up the next time they make fun of me for sucking at volleyball.”

He nodded and the two of you started.

You quickly figured out that playing volleyball with Ushijima was very different than when you’d play with Tendou. Tendou was always goofing around and joking with you but with Ushijima he was unsurprisingly very serious, so it was up to you to lighten the mood. But you had to admit he was a pretty good teacher and kept the rude comments to a minimum, which was a feat on its own because he very rarely censored himself and you knew you weren’t doing to well.

It was well into the hour when shit finally hit the fan.

Ushijima asked you to toss him the ball to demonstrate him hitting a spike. So you did and as usual because of his strong spikes, the ball ended up rolling off, landing by your bag on the other side of the gym.

You offered to go get it, and in hindsight you really wished you did. But Ushijima said it was fine and went off to grab the ball.

When he went to pick it up, he noticed the zipper of your bag was opened and something inside caught his eye. He glanced back at you to see you looking down at your phone, before he brought his attention back to the object and pulled it out. His eyebrows furrowed.

It was a pill bottle and the label told him they were heat suppressants. But that wasn’t what caught his eye.

The date said they were prescribed about a month ago and the bottle was already three quarters gone.

He stood up straight and turned, “What are these?” He called out to you, making you look up.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Idiot, are you going through my bag? Put those back and get back over here.” You rolled your eyes.

He only listened to half of what you said as he held the bottle and walked back, “(L/N)-chan, what is this?”

You looked at him confusedly, “They’re heat suppressants or did you forget that I’m an omega and go through heats?”

”More than half of them are gone.”

You faltered, realizing he checked the date on them. But you played it cool and shrugged, “So?”

”It’s dangerous to have that many suppressants in a month.”

You rolled your eyes, “What? Are you suddenly an omega now? They’re my pills, I can use them how I want.”

You could see Ushijima getting frustrated now, “The side effects of this many can be harmful to your body.”

”I’m fine— I’m more than fine. I haven’t had to go through a heat in a while and I’ve been functioning just the same, only it’s better now because I don’t have to deal with heats.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean by ‘a while’?” He asked worried to hear just how long you were putting your body through this. Suppressants were meant to make heats easier, not stop them all together.

“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter,” you said in an attempt to brush it off.

”How long (L/N)-chan?”

You clenched your jaw, looking down at the ground, not answering.

”How long,” his voice became darker and firmer.

You hated it but when he used that tone, you found it difficult to deny, “A....a year.” You muttered.

Ushijima’s eyes widened in shock and horror, and it was probably the most emotion you’ve ever seen from him, “You missed four heats?”

”Well.... yeah.”

”You can’t do that to your body—“

”Why not?” You snapped, looking up at him, “It’s my body isn’t it? And my heats are my business. I’ve been completely fine up till now anyway.”

”What about your next heat? You have to have one eventually and if you’ve missed four, your next heat will be unbearable.”

”That’s only for some people,” you scoffed, “I could be completely fine.”

”And if you’re not? You don’t have a mate.”

”Why do you even care!” You huffed.

”Because—“ you’re my omega.

Ushijima completely stopped as the thought popped in his head. He was caught so off guard by that he forgot his argument.

But he did his best to compose himself before stating, “I’m keeping these.”

You scowled, “Like hell you are!” You yelled before leaping for the pill bottle, but he just held it over his head and out of your reach. You grabbed his arm and tried to pull it down but he would barely budge, “Ushijima this isn’t funny!” You yelled out in anger and slight panic.

He ignored the slight sting he felt at hearing his last name, but he didn’t give in, “This is for your own good.”

”Fuck my own good! I need those pills— I can’t go through another heat!”

”You’re an omega,” he snapped, “You can’t keep pretending you’re an alpha. Heats are necessary, learn your place already.”

And there were those words you absolutely despised, ‘learn your place’.

You blinked back the frustrated tears, “I’m leaving,” you scoffed. And with that you quickly ran out, grabbing your bag and leaving a very pissed off alpha behind you.

—

Tendou had no idea how things could get so screwed up the one time he got you two alone together.

You ended up avoiding Ushijima at all costs and Ushijima being who he was was definitely not going to approach you first when he believed he was right.

But Tendou could only handle so much of this stupid fight before trying to convince the two of you to make up.

But you said you’d only forgive him if he gave you your pills back and Ushijima said he wasn’t going to. So when Tendou got you to swear to Ushijima that you’d use them properly was he then able to sway Ushijima into giving them back.

So he did and you forgave him.

Of course there was still some resentment and animosity about the whole thing, but after a couple weeks things were back to normal more or less.

That was until that inevitable day approached.

You hadn’t come to class which wasn’t unusual because you liked to skip every once in a while, so Ushijima and Tendou didn’t think much of it at first.

That was until they overheard a conversation between two omegas not too far from them.

”The entire history hallway literally smells like omega.” The one girl complained.

”Really?” Her friend asked, “What happened.”

She shrugged, “Dunno. I think some omega went into heat, but my god is it strong. I think they locked themselves in a supply closet, there’s a group of as alphas just outside the door.”

”I feel kinda bad. We should tell someone to go help them. Do we know who the omega is?”

”Everyone’s pretty sure it’s (L/N) since the scent is pretty citrusy. Her roommate also told me she takes suppressants like they’re candy so it makes sense.”

Suddenly Ushijima had stood up. Tendou looked up at the alpha with a questioning gaze, but as he watched him just head straight for the door, a grin grew on his face as he knew where this was headed.

—

You were a mess as you hid away inside the supply closet. The heat had randomly hit you out of no where without a single warning. The most you were able to do was quickly lock yourself in the closet. And now you were left trembling in a curled up ball in the corner of the room.

You were hot everywhere and covered in a layer of sweat. Your chest rose and fell in breathy pants and the uncomfortable pool of wetness in your panties was getting really distracting.

And on top of all that, there was a group of alphas just outside calling out to you. You couldn’t make out what they were saying because of how overwhelmed you felt but their scents were definitely accelerating the heat.

And dread filled you at the thought of Ushijima being right. All four heats that you missed just hit you all at once.

This was the most helpless you’ve ever felt.

...Then you smelled it.

A scent far more overpowering than the alphas scents combined. And a scent you knew all to well. Heavy and woody— a scent that made your head spin and squeeze your legs together as a broken whimper left your throat.

The others had scattered in fear, soon leaving you alone with Ushijima Wakatoshi’s scent.

Ushijima walked in, easily breaking the lock. His gaze was intense as usual but there was also something else in his eyes as he found you curled up on the ground of the supply closet, in heat.

And even in the presence of an omega in a heat extreme as yours, Ushijima showed an incredible display over his instincts as he barely seemed bothered by it. The only thing that gave him away was how his breathing slowed, taking in deeper breaths as what was probably the prettiest and most mouth watering scent he ever smelled flooded his senses.

His presence commanded the area and the air reeked of his scent, and as tough as you were, even you fell weak to the presence of an alpha while in heat— and the so called alpha of alphas no less.

Your legs were squeezed tight as you buried your face in your knees, covering your nose from his scent.

”(L/N),” he said, voice deep and a touch of anger in it.

You whimpered, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

”Waka-kun,” your voice came out weak, broken, and muffled, it had even made Ushijima falter for a second, uneasy seeing you act so helpless. “I-I can’t— I can’t do this,” you shook your head, the tears running down your face now. “I-it’s barely even started and— and th-this feels worse than m-my worst heat.” You sniffled, body trembling and shaking now.

”I told you not to take those suppressants.”

A broken moan came out after hearing his rumbling voice and you squeezed your legs tighter— how embarrassing.

In truth, Ushijima greatly disliked seeing you like this, especially after developing such a fondness over the tough and fiery omega that used to drive him mad (and still does from time to time.) But there was still something he greatly enjoyed with seeing how submissive you were being in front of him— as long as he was the only one that got to see you like this. So what you said next, sparked something in him.

”D...do y-you know an a-alpha that... can help?” Your words were broken up with sobs and stifled moans.

And a strong sense of possessiveness washed over him at the thought of another alpha possibly aiding you through this heat.

”That won’t be necessary,” he spoke curtly, “Stand up,” he said, walking forward.

You clamped your hand tighter over your nose, suffocating on his scent, and you shook your head furiously, “I-I don’t know if I c-can—“

”Stand,” and there was no arguing with the Alpha tone in his voice, your body wouldn’t let you.

So on trembling knees you shakily stood up, holding your breath as you used the wall for support as you leaned against it.

Something wild was overtaking Ushijima’s senses at seeing how fragile and delicate you looked, and he stalked forward, eyes heavy with an intense gaze on you.

And he was now in front of you as you stared down at the ground, waiting for what he’d do next as you tried your best to stay composed by attempting to ignore his presence.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to cup your jaw, his other hand gripping your wrist to pull it away from your nose. And the absolute predatorial look in his eyes would’ve knocked you to your knees if the wall wasn’t there to support you.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping a tear away. “From tonight onwards you’re mine.” He growled before lifting your jaw up further.

You moaned at that and quickly nodded, “I-I’m yours.”

”I don’t care if you always want to fight back as long as you understand that right now, I’m in charge.” He said as his thumb traced your bottom lip before tugging down on it. And the second after you nodded, he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

Your resolve immediately crumbled and you easily melted into the kiss, collapsing into him. A cry left your lips which was promptly swallowed by Ushijima. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you tried rutting against his thigh. But he quickly grabbed ahold of your hips, stilling you.

You whined into his mouth, “Please Waka-kun.”

”Patience,” he commanded, making you quickly shut your mouth. “I’m going to take care of you,” and with that he picked you up.

He walked with you in his arms through the deserted hallway, making his way towards the dormitories, specifically his.

And as he walked through the school building, classes having been just let out, he ignored the stares and stunned silence from his peers as they gawked at the sight of the Alpha of Shiratorizawa Academy walking with the little annoying omega of the school in his arms, who was clearly in heat.

But right now all that was on his mind was getting you back to his dorm safely so he could spend the next how ever many days fucking you until all you could possibly remember was his name.

Ushijima unlocked his dorm door, seeing an already grinning Tendou sitting upon his bed, “Well didn’t this work out nicely?” He teased.

”Tendou I need the—“

He raised his hands in surrender, “I know, I know,” he said getting up, his eyes landing on you for a second, “Definitely a sight I never thought I’d see,” he mused at seeing you so submissive in Ushijima’s arms, before practically singing, “Have fun~” on his way out.

Ushijima kicked the door shut before walking over to his bed and dropping you on it. You were sprawled out on your back, absolutely breathless.

His own breathing was beginning to become more and more labored as your heat was pushing him into a rut.

”You’re going to behave?” He asked.

You nodded, a mewl escaping your lips as you rubbed your thighs together.

”Use your words.”

”Y-yes alpha,” you managed to get out, a glint reaching his eye at the title.

”Good. Now....bare your neck.”

You scrambled to do as he said, and a slight smirk grazed his lips at the sight, a sense of pride, similar to when he won tournaments, washed over him.

You kneeled up on your knees, titling your head to the side for him.

He smiled, cupping the side of your face, before leaning down to mark you.

So yes, Ushijima would put up with your fiery attitude and need to go against everything everyone tells you to do, as long as he’d be the one to get to see you like this.

Because for the first time since he’s known you.

You were finally listening.

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Hufflepuff!Muggleborn Extensive Dating A Malfoy Headcanons:

Okay so this got very long very fast but I apologize for nothing.

So you’re pretty much terrified of getting your Hogwarts letter because you have no idea what magic is but now you’re a wizard???

You go anyway and see a blond little boy at Diagon Alley with his parents and his mother has the same list as your dad does

So maybe you follow the little boy around and pick out the things he does because he seems to know what he’s doing

Then you heard his father hiss “disgusting mud blood” your way and your face kinda falls because you thought maybe you found someone who could help and we’ll never mind

Your dad takes your hand and snaps at Lucius “what kind of example is that for your son? No, I’m not one of your lot but you shouldn’t take it out on my daughter!”

Draco peeks out from behind his fathers robes and looks at the tears in your eyes and maybe he does feel a little bad

You absolutely adore your wand

At the station a few older years can tell you’re new and very Muggle in your tshirt jeans and converse that they sort of adopt you one of them being Cedric

You’re not so scared anymore because it seems like maybe these people aren’t so bad

Some kid named Fred buys you a Chocolate Frog and his twin warns you about their sentience

You meet a few other first years and Hermione Granger whos also a muggle and you sort of lament about all of it. She’s super excited because there’s so much to learn and you start to adopt her perspective

You see the boy from Diagon Alley sneering and bullying other kids and you go up to him with the same fire in your eyes that you dad had and tell the boy off a-al-Muggle

He just laughs and scoffs but you don’t back down which scares him because everyone always backs down

Big brother Cedric comes over and tells Malfoy off for calling you a mudblood again and ushered you back to a compartment of other Hufflepuffs and someone explains to you the house system

“Well that’s kinda stupid,” you decide “why should we be separated based on what a magical hat thinks we might be?”

Cedric grins at you because you remind him of himself and stands clapping when you’re sorted into Hufflepuff

Momma Sprout helps you so much because she knows that her muggle born kiddos need the extra comfort and encouragement

You have Herbology with the Slytherins and that meant Draco Malfoy his name was rattling around your head since the Sorting Ceremony

You end up partners with him. You’re shy and quiet and he’s dismissive and snappy.

“Draco you shouldn’t—“ “Don’t tell me what to do! Filthy little mudblood.” You sit back and watch the Doxy bite him “well get help!” He demands “I thought you didn’t want a mudbloodas help,” you snap. He gives you a hopeless look and you administer the antidote and produce a Bandaid “stupid muggle bandage”

While he’s sulking you handle the Doxy properly and show him how it’s done without being snotty about it. Maybe you smirk at him when you catch him leaning in and watching closely

It’s not friendship but he doesn’t call you mudblood anymore so... there’s that

Cedric nearly has a heart attack when he asks about your first day and you tell him about Draco

You find your footing at Hogwarts and though you’re not the best in class you can still do magic and it’s SO FRICKIN COOL MOM I MADE A FEATHER FLOAT TODAY

You chat with Draco thoughout the year in class well you talk to him he doesn’t say much. “And my mom was so proud when I told her about the Goblin wars and my dad wants to see me leviosa a feather but I told him I can’t do magic outside of school...”

Then there’s a quiet “your parents are proud of you? And interested in all this stuff?”

You look at him, mystified and “...yes? They’re proud of whatever I do,” Draco looks down and continues to sketch the bowtruckle which is almost life like on how accurate it is

You write to your parents immediately asking them to send a letter to Draco and tell them all about his really good drawings in Herbology

It takes a few days but one morning Draco comes up to you in the Great Hall with a parcel

“I think this is yours, your stupid owl gave it to me” he sulks. “It has your name on it,” you point out. “But why would your parents...?” You shrug and go back to talking to your friends and reading your own letter from your mother. Draco huffs and mutters something under his breath and walks away

In Herbology he has a new set of very Muggle graphite pencils and a proper sketchbook and he’s just sketching the Mandrakes on the desk when you come in. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He’s less irritable now

It’s second year and you hug your parents and go say hi to your friends before finding a compartment for the long journey. You swap muggle candy for magic candy with your friends

Draco passes your compartment and you wave. He gives a half smile and keeps walking.

“You like him!” Your friends exclaim. “What? No! I don’t!” You turn very red. “He’s just a friend!!” No one is convinced

This year you have potions with Draco and you’re freaking out inside because you don’t know what you’re doing and Snape seems to have it out for you and you’re just a mess.

Draco volunteers to be your partner “to show this mudblood a little decorum and how things are properly done.” He scoffs

You look down, embarrassed but as soon as Draco is next to you, you hear a quiet apology.

You understand the charade he has to put on but you wished he didn’t and you really wish he’d stop calling you mudblood it was rather annoying

He helps you through potions like you helped him through Herbology. This year you have Herbology with the Ravenclaws and he has it with the Gryffindors. He totally whines to you all the time about Harry

Once he’s complaining and accidentally puts in the wrong ingredient and the entire thing threatens to explode. Before you know it, you’re on the ground under Draco who pulled you and the remnants of the potion is shielded from you because Dracos robes are draped over you

Snape scolds you for being stupid and you start to protest but Draco confesses that it was him mistake, not yours. Snape just eyes the pair of you and walks off.

“Thank you,” you stammer out. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft smile on his face.

Boy does Draco flip out when he hears about the Chamber of Secrets because you’re in potential danger and he would willingly sacrifice Granger to keep you safe

He mentions that to you in Potions one day and you gap at him. “Draco killing anyone for any reason isn’t right.” You scold. There’s a cold look in his eyes and a fire in yours. “But... thank you... for worrying about me,”

Your friends still pester you because they can obviously see you like Draco and maybe you do... but you know he doesn’t like you so you’ll just ignore your feelings

Third year comes and your heart skips a beat when you see Draco because he grew a lot over the summer and his hair is no longer ridiculously slicked back and oh Merlin you’re in trouble

Unbeknownst to you Dracos heart flutters when he sees you and has to fight the urge to wave or say hi to you in front of his father.

This year you have History of Magic together

He sits down next to you without a second thought. You smile and say hi and ask about his summer and then he returns the question. Your muggle summer and his magic summer are both a bit lost on the other

“Didn’t you wear glasses?” He asks one day. “Oh, my mom let me get contacts,” “contacts?” “Um... like plasticy little doodads that go in my eyes and help me see?” He just stares and you laugh. “Too Muggle?” You ask. “Too Muggle,” he replies.

Now it’s a sort of game. Youll come in with something Muggle—Pens, notebooks, lined paper, Muggle books, a watch—and Draco decides whether it’s “too Muggle” or not for him. He quite likes pens and lined paper but you can keep your Muggle books

You tell your parents again and Draco gets a package filled with green notebooks and black pens and a pencil pouch with a snake on it.

You hear about the Buckbeak incident and you rush off to find Draco. He’s in the infirmary snapping at Pomfrey but softens when he sees you

“She’s just trying to help,” you scold softly. “Are you alright?” “Doesn’t hurts much anymore but it’s numb so...”

Pomfrey wants to keep him a few hours to make sure that his body is reacting to the medicine correctly and you stay with him.

“You know I’ve been thinking,” you start. “That’s scary,” he mutters. You hit him playfully and notice that he flinches so hard you note it and continue “I’ve been thinking that it really doesn’t make sense for you to call me a mudblood,” “and why not?” He snaps. “Well, I mean... I’m technically all muggle. If anyone was really a mudblood wouldn’t it be halfbloods? With a muggle and wizard parent?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that. So he sulks quietly. “Why doesn’t it bother you that I call you that?” He asks quietly. You shrug. “Sometimes I wonder if I really belong here. Your adamant hatred for me is comforting. Like I’m doing something right enough to make you upset about it.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that either. He didn’t know that you were insecure about being a wizard. Of course, you belonged here you were wonderful with magic and your hexes were remarkable.

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled. “Sure you’re annoying with your cheery disposition and your... Converse trainers... but I don’t hate you.” You laugh and he thinks it’s a wonderful sound

“Well, I don’t hate you either,” you smile back. You don’t think it’s something but it’s definitely not nothing

You hear about what happens between he and Hermione and you’re furious because he’s better than that and you can’t believe he would still call her a mudblood

You refuse to talk to him for a few days. Which is hard because he tries to make small talk with you.

One day in class he slips you a folded piece of parchment and you open it. Begrudgingly. “Im sorry, I was an arse. I shouldn’t have called her that.” You take your pen and scribble quickly “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” And slide it back to him

Draco did apologize to Hermione before he apologized to you and he’s frustrated because he thinks you’ll think he’s lying if he said he already did

Then Hermione finds you in the hall that day and asks if you put Draco up to apologizing to her and you admit yes you did. And she tells you that he apologized a few days ago. Your heart soars and you hug a confused Hermione before running off to find Draco

He’s in the corner of the library, not reading, but drawing. You accidentally sneak up behind him and see that you’re the sketch on his paper.

“I don’t think my hair is quite that long,” you whisper softly and the boy about jumps out of his skin. You apologize quickly and he quickly covers his sketch book, red faced.

“I um. That wasn’t you.” He stammers turning a darker shade of red. You laugh. “Yes it was!” You reach for his sketchbook but he hugs it to his chest. “Oh come on Draco? What am I gonna do? Laugh?” “You’re laughing right now.” He points out. “And it’s not that good anyway...”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. You offer to pose for him so that he could take his time to draw you. “Well I’m not busy now,” you grin and he sulks a moment before nodding.

You watch his hands work and sift through the pencils as he props the paper up on his knees and instructs you to look somewhere and not to move.

It’s odd, being drawn. You close your eyes and hum softly knowing he was studying you the way he might a bowtruckle or mandrake and it feels weird. A good weird.

He refuses to let you see the drawing even though you persist. You pout and drop the matter, just glad to have a friend in him.

You begin meeting in the library on a weekly basis, partly so he can draw you partly because you’re both struggling in History of Magic and need more study time

Cedric is not happy about any of this and goes very “protective big brother” on you. You tell him off and huff.

You start going to his quidditch matches and maybe he almost runs into a goal post because you smiled and waved at him and he forgot to pay attention

The summer comes and you wave goodbye knowing as soon as he’s around your father you’re going to lose your fried.

But he surprises you and hands you his sketchbook on the train home then quickly runs away to his father and you just stare at it and him and he’s gone, all you see is two heads of silver blond hair receding in the distance

Your parents usher you into the car and it’s maybe two hours before you get to look at the sketchbook

When you do open it you see a sketch of a bowtruckle and “Steve” written one his careful script underneath. You had forgotten that you named the bowtruckle Steve that day in class

The next few sketches are from Herbology. And little notes about class that day, a lot of them are about you. Then there’s a break in Herbology drawings and there’s a drawing of his mother almost perfectly. Then of a family portrait of the three of them. A few vases of flowers. Then you see your face. And again. And again. It’s you. Smiling, laughing, concentrating on a book, raising an eyebrow at him, gnawing in your lip, asleep in class, then the library drawings that are much more detailed.

Then you’re crying and you want to call him and thank him but you CANT BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A PHONE STUPID WIZARD FAMILY

But you do have an owl. You have no idea what to write. So you go with “thank you” and then send it.

You get a letter a few months later and it’s from Draco. He’s asking if you want to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him. “I know you’re Muggle and don’t like Quidditch much but...”

So you’re going with Draco and it’s weird because he’s on your doorstep with his mother and it is just a clash of worlds. You stammer goodbyes to your parents and you’re quickly ushered into the limo of a car next to Draco. You notice he’s changed his hair again and he looks quite dashing in his blazer. You get a little self conscious about your jeans and sweater.

Narcissa is a doll. She asks you about your summer and time as Hogwarts and keeps polite conversation and you thaw a little.

Though you have no idea what’s going on Draco is very excited about the game and is cheering and you can’t help but smile and maybe you take pictures with a Polaroid camera and he just rolls his eyes and you get a picture of him rolling his eyes

Fourth year comes and he is ushered away from you by his friends before he can say hi.

The kids from the other schools show up and you’re convinced that he like Fleur and he thinks you like Cedric and it’s just a mess

He’s back to being irritable and you’re slipping into depression not just because of him but everything is really weighing on you

You’re alone in the Astronomy Tower, your feet dangling off the edge. You had no intention to jump, but it was sort of thrilling.

Draco flips the fluff out and nearly drags you from the edge.

“What the hell are you thinking!?” He exclaims. You gape at him because it’s probably the first thing he said to you in a week. He’s just so scared that he was actually going to lose you that he pulls you close and doesn’t let you go. You start crying and everything just comes out in a word dump. Your brother is getting worse and stronger and it’s not good for you and he keeps putting you down and calling you a freak and that “no one is going to love me because I’m a freak and mom and dad think I’m fine because my grades are still fine but Draco I can’t... I’m slipping and... and I feel like I lost you and you were the only one who really believed in me and...” You’re just sobbing.

And he listens. He holds you and listens.

“You haven’t lost me,” He whispers softly. “But you like Fleur... and I can’t ever be her... she’s just so perfect and powerful and...” You sniffle, hugging your knees looking at your beat up Converse.

“She’s my cousin,” He almost laughs but doesn’t because of the look on your face. “And what about you and Cedric?” He raises an eyebrow and you blanch. “He’s like a big brother to me, gross,” You shove his arm and you’re both laughing.

“There’s only one Hufflepuff out there for me,” He takes your hand and hello butterflies and blushing. “And there’s only one Slytherin for me,” You lay your head on his shoulder and watch the stars.

You two start dating and Merlin his friends are livid because how dare he date a muggle hufflepuff? But then they watch him with you and it’s hard to deny that Draco is truly happy for once and they don’t want to take that from him

Your friends exchange bet money.

Weekends filled with more games of “Too Muggle” and trips to Hogsmeade and Draco explaining wizard culture and you try to explain muggle culture but he just does not understand washing machines. You introduce him to muggle music and is thrilled that he loves ABBA.

He makes everything hurt less. And it’s nice to feel wanted.

Then Voldemort returns and everything changes and you weren’t ready for it. Draco gets cold and distant again and you try and try to get through to him but he doesn’t let you in.

You end up screaming at him one night and walk out. He finds you curled up outside the Slytherin portrait, weeping not minutes later and carries you back inside to his dorm and apologizes and hold you and admits that he’s scared and he doesn’t want to lose you or see you get hurt

You both make an effort to find the sunshine in the proverbial dark times that linger through the next year. It means you become a but more calloused and jaded and he becomes a bit more optimistic and grateful.

Pansy Parkinson doesn’t exist. It’s just you with Polyjuice potion to keep you safe from Draco’s aunt and Voldemort. It’s an easy charade to keep up. There are still quite nights when you’re yourself with Draco and he reminds you how much he adores the real you with his words and touch

If there’s one thing you don’t do, is break a Hufflepuff and that’s what Harry did after his sectumsempra and holy hell do you lose your cool.

Draco’s mother has to step in before you’re expelled for what you did to Harry

You nurse Draco back to health afterwards and never let Harry forget what he did, nor do you let anyone else forget it when they call him the chosen one

And Merlin does Draco love you for it

Draco can’t kill Dumbledore because your words are still in his head from second year “It’s not right to kill someone for any reason” and he just can’t disappoint you like that

You’re still kind. You’re kind to Luna when she’s locked up at the Malfoy Manor. You’re kind to the house-elves that attend to you. You’re kind, and value fairness and hardwork, but you will not put up with bullshit any longer.

You and Draco stand with Hogwarts when the battle boils down to it. You give Draco your wand when he loses his to Harry.

When you go back eighth year, you advocate for the removal of the House System and write a very convincing argument against it. It takes about ten years, but the system is disbanded after one too many close calls and ruined lives

You also start a Support Group at Hogwarts for those suffering from mental illnesses and for those who have suffered abuse at home.

You and Draco get married at the Manor. You wear your Converse.

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