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krreader · 4 years

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seven sins | chapter four.

pairing: bts x reader (jeon jeongguk x reader) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex genre: smut ; angst

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: what do we love? S M U T? when do we love it? IN EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER

“(Y/N)!” Eun saw you at breakfast the next day and immediately sat down next to you, “You came home very late last night.. where were you?”

“Ah,” you lowered your voice, “I.. fell asleep.”

“Where?” she furrowed her eyebrows, then gasped when she realized you fell asleep with one of the princes, “(Y/N), we don't do that!”

“I know, I know, you don't have to remind me. I was just so exhausted and he didn't seem to mind.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “You truly are a special one, aren't you? The princes never let anyone stay for longer than their.. time together. And you just casually slept with one. Genuinely slept.”

“Just.. don't be so loud about it, please,” you saw that some of the other women were watching you, “I don't want to cause any rivalry or trouble here. I just want to.. do what I'm here to do.”

Which is what, (Y/N)?

Correct, to become the royal physician, NOT to fall for one of the princes.

Please keep reminding yourself of that, because it was very important.

“Anyways, I have to go now,” she got up, “Maybe take a walk today. You haven't seen much of the palace so far, right? You definitely should.”

Sou let her go with a smile and got up as soon as you were done with your breakfast. These women here scared you, you didn't want to spend any longer with them than absolutely necessary, afraid that one of them might stab you in the back.

None of the guards had approached you so far today, so you assumed that the princes were all busy. You took that opportunity to actually do wander the grounds, but not to discover what there was to the palace, but to the training grounds.. the one place you used to spend the most time as a kid.

“No, (Y/N), you need to be faster!”

“I'm trying, daddy,” you cried, doing the move again and again, just like your father had practiced, but you just couldn't get it right.

And you weren't crying because you were scared that he'd be angry with you, but because you were frustrated with yourself.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he knelt down in front of you and took the wooden sword out of your hand, “You need to focus. Everyone believes that fighting comes from here,” he pointed at your arms, then at your head, “But what's important is in here.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“Focus is the most important thing. If you focus, truly, truly, focus, you can do it. So take a deep breath, close your eyes and envision what you want to do. And then.. do it!”

Your lower lip still trembled, but you nodded.

Your father took a few steps back, smiling at you encouragingly.

You did what he said.

You closed your eyes, took a few deep breaths until you were calm again and then you..-

“I DID IT! DADDY I DID IT! I DID THE MOVE! DID YOU SEE ME DO THE MOVE?”

“I'm so proud of you my little warrior,” he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around a couple of times, showering you with kisses.

And as you stood there in the middle of the training grounds, you wiped away a lonely tear that ran out of your eyes and whispered: “I miss you so much, daddy..”

“Who are you talking to?” you jumped at the sudden voice and immediately bowed when you saw who it was.

“I wasn't..-”

“Girls like you don't usually come here.. they're better at spreading their legs than holding a sword, you know?”

Were you respectful? Yes. Were you intimidated by the royal family? Yes. Did that mean that you would just let him talk to you like that? No.

“Why don't you pick one up yourself and we'll see who ends up with spread legs?”

Jeongguk was surprised, but not offended in the slightest. In fact, he seemed rather happy.

“Oh, yes. Finally one with guts,” he sprinted towards the wooden swords and came back with two, excited like a young boy who just got a pony for his birthday, “I won't go easy on you, though.”

“Yes,” you, at this point, not caring in the slightest anymore, especially because it was only Jeongguk and you here, untied the ribbon of your skirt, so that you were only standing there in your blouse and the pants you always wore underneath. Then you smiled at him, “That's what your brother said to me too after I made him cum in less than five minutes.”

And that made Jeongguk tremble back, giving you the advantage that you needed.

Within two swift moves, you got him down on his back, the sword at his throat.

“Got you,” you whispered with a smirk.

“I want a fair round.”

You chuckled and helped him back up, “Fine.”

And so you two began your 'fair' battle.

Truth be told, you had no idea if you stood a chance. The last time you had fought like this was with your father as a child, but you weren't going to back down, not now.

Something that you noticed within the first few seconds was that Jeongguk was good. He was swift and delicate, yet he knew when to attack and when to take a step back.

You only barely escaped some of his strikes.

Neither of you kept count, you just sparred with each other for a while, up until you were both completely out of breath.

And then it was ultimately you who knocked him down to the ground and ended up sitting on top of him.

“I'd say that makes me the winner.”

“And here I thought you were only good for one thing.”

“You shouldn't judge people so quickly, your majesty.”

“Maybe I shouldn't,” he bit his lip, then licked it when he fully took that picture of you sitting on top of him in.

It's funny how you were so adamant about putting him in his place earlier about you ending up with spread legs, yet it was now you who got fucked against the stable walls – don't ask, it was just the closest place you could find.

Jeongguk didn't seem to be as experienced as Hoseok, his thrusts were a lot less coordinated, but it still felt good.

He was rough, he was quick and he showed you that – unlike with Jimin – this wasn't about emotions.

And you couldn't care less.

This was releasing tension that you two had just built up from the fight.

“Did my hyungs fuck you like this, huh?” he asked during thrusts when you kept screaming louder.

“No. No, they didn't.”

“That's what I thought,” he laughed, pulling out of you just for a moment to turn you around and push your chest into the wooden wall, then entering you once again.

Jeongguk was looking for release and it wasn't hard for him to get it.

But what surprised you was that he was – so far – the only one who pulled out before he came.

You could feel his sperm run down your back and smiled when he kissed your shoulder blade.

“We should do this again sometime, you know?”

“Well.. if one of your brothers doesn't fuck me, then I'll gladly defeat you again in battle.”

You were clearly mocking him and he actually liked that challenge.

He gave you a hard slap on your butt, “Go wash up..”

“Yes.. your majesty,” you both laughed as he left the stables.

“What's that look for, darling,” the king approached the queen with a grin.

“You should have discussed this with me first.”

“Discussed what?”

“Appointing a new Royal Noble Consort for all seven of our sons!”

“Do I have to remind you that these seven boys are not actually your sons, but sons of such Royal Noble Consorts?” he said with a spiteful tone.

“It still wasn't your place.”

“I am the king. I decide who comes to my court and who doesn't. Not you.”

They watched Jeongguk leave the stables, happily so and the king slowly turned around with a smile and was about to walk away.

The queen, however, kept her eyes on you as you hurried out of the stables, “If she stabs you in the back, you think about my words, dear husband.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, then turned around to look at her again, “What?”

The queen grinned, “It doesn't matter. You decide who comes to your court and who doesn't,” she mocked, then walked away, leaving him with many questions and even more worries.

Did he maybe make the wrong choice? Or was this just another scheme of his wife?

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prudnces · 4 years

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( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it.

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy.

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things.

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep.

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics.

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home.

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven.

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others.

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure.

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager.

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders.

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive.

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start.

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop.

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way.

PERSONALITY

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down.

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there?

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well.

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol

TIDBITS

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up

swears a lot

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years?

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around!

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why!

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either?

tbh anything

#this got long! and for what!#intro.#eldintro #abandonment tw #car accident tw #drunk driving tw #death tw

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softforcal · 5 years

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“I LOVE U FOR THE SLYTHERIN!ASH LIKE YOU WENT BEYOND MY WILDEST IMAGINATION so here's another one. slytherin!ash x gryffindor!reader because i'm so here for that (and a hoe for the enemies to friends to lovers trope)” - requested by @irwinkitten (something was up with my asks today and it wouldn’t show up on my blog so i had to post it this way)

SLYTHERIN!ASH X GRYFFINDOR! READER

another long as fuck one, its 4k of filth, continue reading under the cut

-upon further discussion with the love of my life Laura we agreed on Quidditch Captain rivals too because we want to slay the fandom one rivals to lovers trope at a time

-you are the Gryffindor!Team Captain

-and Ashton is the Slytherin!Team Captain

-you guys were appointed captains the same year when your previous house captains graduated and left their Captain Title and their rivalry to you and Ashton

-of course that year the first game of the year was between Gryffindor and Slytherin

-the two of you shaking hands before the game, him leaning in and saying “get ready to get your ass kicked.” and you’re like “in your dreams Irwin.”

-from that moment on its a rivalry

-you keep a tally of games where you win vs when he wins

-and you both really push your teams to play their best when you’re playing against each other

-teachers know not to put you and Ashton together on projects or labs because you two are notorious for talking back to each other

-he’s a fan of really snarky stuff but you always have a come back

-just a real classic Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry

-match days where you and Ash glare at each other from your separate tables

-Ash’s friends think it’s hilarious but at the same time, Slytherin!Cal points out “you know she’s kinda really hot.” “i know. it makes me sick.” Ashton growls

-because he’s way too into you

-which doesn’t make sense because you two are rivals

-like it makes it tough for him

-because he’s fallen in love with your smile but you only ever smile when you’ve beaten Ash which is bad, but when he wins and he’s happy then you look upset so wtf its a catch 22

-going to the match and for the first time since you both became Captains, Ashton is actually just like “good luck.”

-and you are shook. “you too Irwin.”

-”Ash. call me Ash.”

-and before you can call him Ash, he lets go of your hand and goes to shake another one of your teammates hands and you are just shook

-your team wins and as your teams are walking back to the locker rooms something makes you run to catch Ashton, “hey, we’re having an afterparty, you should come.”

-”we both know i can’t come to your afterparty.” he laughs, “but maybe we can grab a butterbeer sometime.”

-”okay. I’ll uh… we’ll figure something out.”

-you watch him disappear into the Slytherin change-room and a few of your team mates are like “what the fuck was that.”

-meanwhile Calum is hounding Ashton in the change room “did she just ask you out?! did she seriously make the first move!?”

-”fucking Gryffindor’s being brave all the time and making the first move.” Ashton agrees, what can he say, old habits of trashing other houses die hard

-but he’s kinda sad because like… he knows you’re going to be partying somewhere, happy, dancing, and he’s not going to be there to watch

-will he ever be able to see you dance and party?

-because like… the only parties that you go to are the Quidditch afterparties when your team has won and Ash could never go to one of those

-fuck he wants to see you dance and be happy so bad

-and you’re gorgeous. he starts to feel his blood boil just thinking about maybe you dancing with someone else

-”Cal we’re going to crash that fucking party.”

-”of course we are.” Cal grins

-”yeah its bullshit that we’re the only house ever not invited right?” Ashton states

-”well technically she invited you…” Calum points out

-Ashton tells a few of the Slytherins and of course Slytherin!Michael is down to come

-plus, Gryffindor!Luke is a bro and he’s down to let them in

-so a few Slytherins go to the Gryffindor common room and Luke meets them outside, “if anyone asks, it wasn’t me who let you in.”

-the whole group promises not to rat out Luke and he lets them in one by one

-as soon as Ashton gets into the common room, even with the party in full swing, he spots you

-you’re so beautiful it makes his little Slytherin heart swell

-and of course you turn and see the golden haired Slytherin boy and Ashton is shook when you smile

-”You came!” you scream, making your way towards him through the crowd of red, “i thought you weren’t going to.”

-”changed my mind. that’s allowed isn’t it?” he smiles

-and neither of you are really sure what to do because up until legit that morning you’d been rivals and now you’re in this weird, unknown place where you’re not sure how to act with each other

-you turn and see Calum, his hands on a Ravenclaw girl’s hips as she grinds against him

-and there goes Michael with that little Hufflepuff girl that he’s always trying to make laugh

-and Luke? well Luke has his hands all over your Gryffindor Chaser

-yeah, Gryffindor winning afterparties can be a slut fest but thats all good

-you’ve never really cared

-but you’ve never been in a situation where a guy you’re actually sexually attracted to has been there

-and there he is

-all gorgeous and bad… he’s a bad boy you just know it

-you kind of love it too… like, come on he’s sexy as fuck

-and you’ve been playing Quidditch against this guy for ages, you’ve seen his gorgeous Beater arms

-and you’re the Gryffindor so you bet you’re ass you’re going to jump on this opportunity

-”Dance with me.” you state, turning so your back is to him you and you can put his hands on your waist

-Ashton laughs to himself, you’re always the one making the first move and he’s sort of starting to love that

-but now it’s his turn

-he’s not going to pass up on the opportunity you just presented him with. and he’s a fucking Slytherin, so he’s ambitious AF

-his grip on you tightens as he pulls you back against him

-you feel… dirty.

-no one is paying attention to the two of you but still

-and besides, you’re not even being that bad, Cal practically has his hand up that Ravenclaws shirt and he’s notorious for being a womanizer

-and Ash’s hands just feel so good on you

-he’s nice and rough, just like you imagined

-yeah, you’d imagined this whole thing before (but you’d never admit that to anyone)

-you turn to make the first move (again) but before you can his lips are on yours

-one hand on your face, the other on the small of your back to keep you pressed against his chest

-its hot and rough and oddly passionate

-groaning into each others mouths and you’re sure no one else can hear you

-tangling your fingers in those curls and when you pull slightly he groans a bit too loudly and it makes you snap back to reality enough to pull away

-Ashton’s eyes open at the loss of contact and he sees you looking around, seeing if anyone is watching, suddenly you’re not the brave Gryffindor anymore

-he grabs your hand and pulls you through the crowd, “Irwin where are we going?” you ask as the two of you leave the Gryffindor common room

-he stops and looks at you, “do you trust me?”

-part of you wants to say no but looking into his eyes… you do. “yes.”

-and then he’s pulling you again, stopping in front of a wall. you’re about to ask more questions when he presses a few of the stones and the wall slides away, revealing a dark corridor you have never seen in your life

-Ashton whispers an illumination spell and a ball of light appears in the corridor, Ashton grabs your hand and the two of you go into the corridor, the door closing behind you

-”Irwin-” you begin. “what did I tell you about calling me that?” he growls, pressing your body against the wall as his lips capture yours again

-now that you’re alone we’re talking full on rough making out

-and now you know he likes having a bit of his hair pulled so for sure you’re doing that to make him groan

-his hands skim under your shirt and you find yourself pulling your shirt off before you begin to fuss with his

-”we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Ashton says as he helps you pull his shirt off

-you stop, looking at him

-you’re a little shocked that he’s so ready to back off if you’re uncomfortable. i mean, you didn’t think he was some crazy aggressive asshole but this is such a soft side you didn’t know he had

-and it’s like… yes this would be dirty and bad but it would also be fucking LIT AS FUCK FAM

-”are you sure no one else knows about this secret corridor?” you ask

-”pretty sure.” he answers

-grabbing his face and kissing him again

-yes, the first time for you two isn’t going to be on a bed and thats kinky but also… you would not be able to sneak him through the Gryffindor common room to get up to your room and (as per usual Hogwarts) you share a room with two other Gryffindor’s so you wouldn’t even be able to fuck there

-you don’t know about Ashton’s room situations, he might be one of the lucky Slytherins (like Calum) who has their own room with no room mates but your Gryffindor pride is too much to walk through the snake pit Slytherin common room to get to Ashton’s room

-your heart is practically racing out of your chest

-i mean, the sexual tension has been there for… well, for as long as you could remember

-and all it took was a ‘good game’ and now here you are less than 12 hours later?

-why hadn’t you said ‘good game’ years earlier?

-you begin to unbutton his pants and he’s just like “you’re sure you’re okay with this?”

-”Ash, are you going to fuck me or not?”

-there’s his Gryffindor

-he tears off your pants like it’s nobodies business

-and like… he can tell by the way you said ‘are you going to fuck me or not’ that you’re down for the rough stuff

-suddenly his teeth are skimming the skin of your neck and his fingers are gripping you so hard you’re sure there will be bruises

-and you’re moaning and it’s revving him up like a motherfucker

-fingers fam. fingers.

-lets be real he’s pent up like a motherfucker and and he’s been waiting this for god even knows how long

-so you bet your ass he’s having the full experience

-”fuck, wanna taste.” he groans, “get on the ground.”

-for a second you don’t want to obey because you’re both Captains, and it’s going against your Gryffindor Captain mentality to do what he says but… you make a decision right then and there that in strictly a sexual context, he can be in charge

-getting on the floor and the cold stone corridor ground sucks but Ashton immediately distracts you with his tongue

-tangling your fingers in his hair

-he makes you cum once and you think he’s going to come up for air or something but nope, home boi is determined to get you to cum at least twice with his fingers and tongue because this boy will be fucking damned if you leave this experience without wanting more

-your moans echoing off the walls

-when you come a second time you’re a mess and Ashton comes up between your legs, lips on yours

-once again you find yourself reviling in the dirtyness of it all

-the taste of yourself on his tongue, the cold stone floor, the fact that it’s with Ashton fucking Irwin

-he slides into you and you both groan

-his face buried in your neck, soft kisses against the spots that he marked up earlier

-intertwining your fingers

-squeezing his hand with each thrust

-tangling your fingers in his hair again

-and if he likes pain from getting his hair pulled then what would he think about…. dragging your fingers down his back

-”fuck.”

-hearing Ashton swear in his husky sex voice is a blessing

-his lips attach to your neck again and you know there’s going to be a mark because his teeth are driving you wild

-and then his fingers untangle from yours and go to wrap around your neck

-you can feel the bite of his Slytherin Legacy ring against your neck and the thought of it makes you moan

-his lips are on yours again and you know he’s close because his speed is getting quicker

-all it takes is you moaning his name and he cums

-running your fingers through his hair as his thrusting slows and you both just try to catch your breath

-he finally groans and pulls out, rolling off of you onto the ground next to you, “fuck the ground is cold!” he says

-you both laugh

-(if ya’ll know me you know i’m lazy and i have created an anti cum spell so imagine just waving that shit out and it’s anti-pregnancy and anti-mess)

-he grabs your pants and tosses them to you before getting his own clothes on

-you stand up and he kisses you softly

-”still want to grab that Butterbeer?”

-before you leave the corridor Ashton’s fingers brush over your neck, “shit, i’m sorry, you’re neck-” “classic Slytherin.” you tease. “stay here and i’ll go grab you a scarf.” he says

-he comes back really fast with a green scarf and wraps it around your neck

-going and grabbing that Butterbeer

-its an honest to god date

-people are a little shook to see you and Ashton out and about together

-especially with that green scarf

-its kinda late though so you end up back at the school pretty quick

-people are still partying in the common room but a lot of people have cleared out, part of you wants to invite Ashton in but part of you also just needs to go to sleep and think about what the fuck just happened

-because there are still people in the halls you’re not really sure what to do… i mean, you’ve fucked but like… do you kiss? do you hug?

-”come here.” Ashton says, as if reading your mind as his hands settle on your waist

-you go to cup his face and he grins, leaning in and kissing you

-he lets you go and you’re about to take his scarf off but he shakes his head, “keep it, you don’t want to lose the respect of your team by going in there with all these hickies on your neck.”

-i mean… true

-”okay,” he begins to pull away and you say “goodnight Irwin.”

-he laughs, grabbing you again, “what did i tell you about calling me by my last name?”

-another kiss, but this time it’s deeper and rougher and it has you both wanting to go find that secret corridor again

-hearing some whistles and you both break away to see Michael and his Hufflepuff girl standing there with grins on their faces, “get it Ash!” Michael screams

-of course this prompts Ash to get Michael in a headlock and you head into the Gryffindor common room with a smile on your face

-there are still a few people dicking around and Luke is on the couch but his girl is gone and when you enter he immediately pulls you over, arm going over your shoulders, “so you and Ash?”

-of fucking course this Giraffe saw that. he sees everything from his height.

-”and ooh, this is his scarf isn’t it?” Luke asks, beginning to pull the scarf from around your neck

-”back off Luke!” you laugh, smacking his hands away

-”so what are you going to tell the team?” Luke asks, “this is complete betrayal.”

-rolling your eyes, “its not serious, Luke.”

-”pfff, you and Ash have had a thing for each other for ages.” Luke scoffs

-you roll your eyes and head up to your room

-the next morning you’re at breakfast, wearing your red scarf not Ash’s green one. you think it’s going to be like any other day but as you’re leaving a hand goes to your waist and Ash falls in step with you, “you’re not wearing my scarf?”

-”i can’t just wear your scarf Ashton, you know that.” you roll your eyes

-”why not?” he pouts

-”okay, Ashton, what is going on?” you ask, stopping and pulling him out of the direct hallway to a quieter place, “i’m not going to wear your scarf because i’m not your girlfriend. i’m a quidditch captain, like you. i need to represent my own house-”

-he shuts you up with his lips and before you know it the two of you are in the secret corridor again

-”Ash we both have class-” you say between kisses

-”this corridor is a short cut.” he insists, pulling down your pants and turning you around so your back is to him as your hands go to brace yourself against the wall

-its quick but hot as fuck

-you’re starting to realize that it might always be hot as fuck

-him using your red scarf to restrict your neck and thats fucking hot

-you both finish and hurry to pull up your pants then he’s showing you down the corridor and he hits a few tiles and pulls you through quickly and just like that you’re in the back of the class you’re supposed to be in?

-thats how this boy is always getting places so fast!

-you begin to head over to sit with your Housemates and are surprised when Ashton follows you, taking a seat next to you

-the other Gryffindors are surprised as fuck too

-”hey, I’m Ashton.” he smiles

-”we know who you are.” they all say

-”so is this some sort of rival captain forced hang out day?” one of them asks

-”no we’re just getting to know each other.” Ashton shrugs

-”why though?” one asks

-Ashton is shook because he expected this sort of thing from his house but not from yours

-”guys!” you scold, “you’re acting like Slytherins.”

-”ouch.” Ashton laughs

-”sorry, old habits die hard.”

-you begin hanging out more and people don’t react the best to it

-but at least the Slytherins don’t say anything mean to you because they know Ash will kick their asses if they do

-you go to a Slytherin vs Ravenclaw match with your team and your eyes are on Ashton the entire time

-he’s flawless

-a few of your team mates being like “so you and Ashton are hanging out a lot.”

-”its just casual.” you say before you can stop yourself.

-so you just outed you and Ashton to your team

-thats fun

-they are shook

-but they’re not going to question you about it because they’ve noticed you being happier

-Slytherin wins and after the match you go down and wait outside the change room for Ashton to come out

-as soon as he does and he sees you he pulls you into the change room and locks it

-more dirty, kinky, half public sex

-and your neck had just started to heal

-locker room shower sex too because fuck yeah bud

-as your putting on your clothes you tell Ash how great he played and he is actually so soft that you’re complimenting him?

-”so i talked to the team and they’re okay with a few non-house people coming to the after party, if you wanted to come.” Ashton says

-”how did you manage to convince them of that?” you laugh

-”well when i told them i want my girlfriend there they didn’t argue.” Ashton states

-”i’m your girlfriend now?” you ask

-”yes.” he states, pulling you in for a kiss

-and just like that you’re his girlfriend

-he wraps his green scarf around your neck and you laugh

-walking into that Slytherin common room with Ashton’s arm over your shoulders and everyone just gawks at you

-so everything is straight up Fuego with you two

-because you used to be rivals the two of you are matched so well

-like, heavy making out

-lots of hair pulling

-PDA is a thing for Slytherin!Ashton because this boi is possessive AF but also just so proud that you’re his

-sexy dancing to the max

-and it turns out Ashton totally has a room to himself?

-he fucks you on every surface in that room and i will fight you on this

-its just really passionate

-you two are a fucking force to be reckoned with

-”are you sure there’s no secret passage out of your room? i don’t really feel like having a walk of shame out of the Slytherin common room.”

-Ashton walking you out and he glares at anyone who gives you a look

-your houses are going to take a while to accept each other

-but then one of your Gryffindor friends catches Cal’s eye and suddenly your friends are all for SlytherinxGryffindor relationships

-it’s totally a plan that Cal and Ash devised to convince your friends to like Slytherins more but it backfires when Cal’s womanizing Slytherin ways leak out and the girls are all like ‘we hath been played by this slythering boi’

-but Ash is so loyal to you and so in love and everyone can see it

-your first Quidditch game against each other since you started fucking dating and of course a ‘good luck’ isnt enough so he pulls you in for a kiss and both of your teams groan

-meanwhile, Michael (who of course is the quidditch game announcer) makes a super dirty comment ON THE MIKE

-or maybe something more PG like “Oh look kids! spit exchange!” or “first years shield your eyes the captains are working on making a new Christmas team.” because there was that one time Michael said something dirty on the mike and almost got fired from being the announcer

-you both want to win but you both kinda want to see the other smile?

-but you both have to lead your teams so you put on your game day faces

-it’s a super close game

-like insanely close

-but Gryffindor wins

-you begin to walk to the change room but Ashton grabs you and once again you find yourself in some sneaky side corridor but instead of stopping to fuck the shit out of you against a wall Ashton is dragging you somewhere

-ending up in a Prefect bathroom?

-Ashton turns the tub on because you’re both kinda grody from the game

-getting into the water and Ashton begins kissing you immediately

-he gets really dominant which is chill

-”aw baby are you sad cuz we dominated you in the game and now you want to dominate me to make up for it?” you tease

-he pulls back and just gives you this fucking look

-because yes. that’s exactly what he’s about to do.

-and he knows you’re going to let him

-and you’re going to fucking love it too

-so this is your relationship fam

-you are fiercely protective of each other

-marks

-that god damn slytherin legacy ring

-sucking it off his god damned finger

-”that’s so hot.”

-scarves becoming a normal part of your wardrobe

-both of your teams knowing way too much about your sex lives because they have to see the marks in the shower room

-so this is like 4k and i should stop but i don’t want to

-but fam i have to and i am so sorry

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin smut #ashton irwin x reader #hogwarts!au #hogwarts!5sos #hogwarts!ashton irwin #hogwarts ashton irwin #slytherin!ashton irwin #slytherin ashton irwin #hc #softforcal #au #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos au #hogwarts 5sos #gryffindor reader

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 2 Pairing: Kacchako, mention of todomomo and Deku/Melissa Rating: T Word Count: 2,965 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this ahead of time!! And @youaremynewdream for being my title savior!! Full fic under the cut

The ride home was shockingly quiet. Even Sayuri, who normally begged for music or talked their ears off, stayed quiet. There was no way she didn't sense the tension hanging around the car.

Ochako pulled out her phone, brushing her finger over the screen.

"Don't you dare," Katsuki growled, his voice tight.

"What?" she said softly, her eyes glancing in the mirror. She watched Sayuri kick her legs about in her car seat.

"I don't want him to know," Katsuki snapped, his palms tensing around the steering wheel.

"Katsuki," she muttered. "He could help... they both could."

"I said, I don't want him to know!" Katsuki repeated, his tone harsher.

"That's... a little ridiculous, he's going to find out sooner or later..."

He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel, pulling the car into park once they made it to their driveway. "You think I don't fucking know that," he hissed under his breath.

"I just... have some questions..." she said. She glanced down at the black screen of her phone.

"Fuck! I get it... I... can we just process this on our own for a minute before the rest of the world needs to... be involved?" he asked, whispering as loud as he could without being heard by the girl in the backseat.

She sighed. Katsuki always was a very private person, and she knew this was eating him away inside.

"Deku-kun and Meli-chan are hardly the entire world, love... but okay," she sighed. She knew she had to be a little bit understanding about this. It was difficult news for all of them to process.

Katuski opened the door. "You know... why I especially... don't want to tell him," Katsuki snorted, slamming the car door shut.

Ochako swallowed, frozen in the front seat.

Katsuki opened the back door and Sayuri giggled. "We're home! Do I get to know my quirk now?" she asked and pointed to their house, as if that were the deciding factor.

He leaned over and unbuckled her seat belt, scooping her up from the car seat. "Let's get inside first, baby girl. "

"Hmph!" she grumbled and stuck her tongue out at Katsuki. "Fine! If you tell Shouhei my quirk first, I’m going to be so angry! It’s my quirk!"

"Don’t worry about Shouhei, he’s at school."

"Ha-ha!" she laughed.

Ochako finally pushed her own door opened and walked towards the house. With each step, she'd never felt gravity weigh her down so heavily. She wanted to press her fingers together and float away from this, but she kept walking towards their house.

She was desperate to text Deku... to have him tell her it would be okay. He survived his childhood being quirkless, and Melissa was surviving adulthood quirkless. Minus a few bullies... nothing was too bad... right?

Of course, Ochako was staring at one of Deku's bullies right now. Her husband... He pushed the door to the house open, stepping inside. She swallowed.

Ochako knew exactly why Katsuki didn't want to tell Deku. It felt like some sort of twisted karma; knowing Katsuki, every internal thought he was having right now was blaming himself. It wasn't his fault... it was no one’s really... but Katsuki would be replaying every mean thing he ever said.

Katsuki would never admit it. He would never tell Deku of his guilt. He had too much pride for that... but Ochako had too many things to ask Deku to listen to Katsuki's wishes. Deku was their friend. It had been decades... he would want to help.

Maybe that bothered Katsuki even more.

She made her way into the house, following Katsuki to the couch. His red eyes were narrow and she could tell she would have to do most of the talking, lest Katsuki explode at their four year old daughter. He never was good with words, and this subject... was a sensitive one. She knew he wasn't mad at Sayuri... but he didn't like the idea of his daughter struggling her whole life.

Katsuki really was far more mature than when they attended U.A. together. However, his personality shone through occasionally, and Ochako could tell he was reaching his limit.

Gently, he rest Sayuri on the couch, and Ochako took a deep breath, kneeling in front of her precious girl. She was so adorable, the perfect blend of both of them. She was eager to learn, like Ochako, but wild and adventurous like Katsuki. Her hair was blonde and difficult to tame, but her eyes were chocolate brown, matching Ochako’s. She was adorable, and Ochako didn't think that had anything to do with her bias. Anyone would think so.

Sayuri tilted her head, her small blonde ponytail swinging with the movement. "Mama?" she asked.

Ochako took a deep breath, feeling as nauseous as her quirk could often make her feel. "Sayu..." she began, "Daddy and I have something to tell you." She reached forward and brushed Sayuri's cheek. "The doctor explained to us today that... you are quirkless."

"What does that mean?" Sayuri frowned, turning toward Katsuki sitting next to her.

"It means... you won't have a quirk," she continued, her voice breaking.

"Oh..." Sayuri mumbled, glancing between her parents once more. "So... no floating... or... boom boom?" she asked.

Ochako bit her lip and shook her head. "No honey..."

"Oh..." she said again, her eyes darting back and forth, processing the information. "But... I want... I want one..." she said, as if she didn't fully understand.

"I know, baby... I know. If Daddy and I could give you ours... we would in a heartbeat..." Ochako began, but her daughter kept speaking.

"S-Shouhei has one! H-How come he gets one and not me!?"

"Well, sweetheart we don’t… know-"

Her eyes flicked to her husband, looking for assistance. However, Katsuki was seething, his fingers curling around the arm of the couch and gripping it hard as if he were about to rip it right off.

"But... I need a quirk!" she said. "I wanna be like you and Daddy..."

"I know..." Ochako said softly.

"So I... So I have to get one!"

"I'm so sorry," Ochako whispered, and pulled her daughter into her chest. She felt Sayuri tremble against her, sniffles slowly coming from her nose. She hated this. She was the one making her daughter cry...

"This is such bullshit," Katsuki growled, standing up from the couch.

"Katsuki!" she hissed, glaring at him as he stood.

Ignoring her, he stormed through the living room, slamming the door shut as he made his way to the back porch.

"Is... Is Daddy angry?" Sayuri sniffled, wiping her nose as a few tears still fell.

"Sayu, Daddy is always angry," Ochako chuckled softly, and her daughter laughed along with her.

"Daddy is always angry..." she agreed, but immediately looked to the floor, her finger rubbing at the edge of the couch. "Is he... angry at me?" she asked finally.

"Oh baby," Ochako whispered, holding her close. "Of course not! Daddy loves you more than anyone and he wants you to be happy. He doesn't like telling you... you might have to change what you wish to be when you grow up..." she explained gently.

Sayuri glanced towards the door. "So... he's not mad... I can't... I can't... be a hero?" Her lip trembled, more tears pouring down her cheeks.

"He's not mad at you, baby. He's mad for you. He wishes... he could help make your dreams come true... but he knows how hard it will be and... you know how bad Daddy is with words."

Sayuri sniffled again, "He’s… gonna like S-Shouhei more than me." Her wet cheeks glistened under the light.

"No, oh gosh, honey… no… Daddy loves both of you the same," Ochako said firmly. She wouldn’t have her daughter thinking her father loved one of their children more.

"B-But…" she sniffled and Ochako shook her head.

"You know.... being quirkless is really special," Ochako began to explain. "It's rarer than anything... your Auntie Meli is quirkless and do you know how much she helps heroes like Uncle Deku, and Daddy and I!" Ochako smiled. She was going to be strong for her daughter. It was her job... she had to be, especially since Katsuki was unable to talk currently.

"A-Auntie Meli is pretty cool," Sayuri said, wiping her eyes.

"Mhm! I bet you anything she would let you work for her when you're a grown-up, wouldn't that be fun?"

"It would be... maybe..." Sayuri shrugged.

"What if we invited her and Uncle Deku over for dinner this week and you could talk all about it?" Ochako suggested.

Sayuri's eyes immediately perked up. "Would Kazu come too?!"

"We can be sure to invite him," Ochako laughed. She was happy Sayuri got along so well with Deku's son, much to Katsuki's chagrin. It was adorable to see the girl so excited to see Kazuya.

"Okay," she nodded, but bit her lip. "Mama... maybe you should go check on Daddy," Sayuri mumbled. "I think he's more upset than me."

Ochako scoffed. "Daddy will survive. He's a big boy."

Sayuri puffed out her cheeks. "Are you sure, Mama?"

"You do have a point," Ochako laughed, a giggle slipping from Sayuri's lips too.

She sighed. "Maybe... I'll be the first Quirkless hero! Still number 1!" she smiled, her brown eyes twinkling with determination. Sometimes, the resemblance was positively uncanny; Sayuri was Katsuki's daughter. No doubt about it. "Definitely better than Shouhei," she pouted.

Ochako couldn't help but laugh at the friendly rivalry between her children "No matter what you do... Daddy and I will support you and be so proud. You know that, right sweetheart?"

Sayuri nodded. "I know Mama," she smiled. "I should start practicing now!" she said, hopping off the couch as she ran around the room and started to dash towards her own. "I gotta show Kazu all my new moves!" She cheered happily, running down the hall.

Ochako sighed. Maybe Sayuri didn't fully understand? Or maybe she was just as determined to be a pro-hero. It seemed impossible, but who was she to stifle her daughter? Maybe speaking to Melissa and Deku would help... perhaps their son, Kazu, would also be quirkless. Genetically speaking, they were expecting it... then again, Ochako and Katsuki had expected anything but...

Katsuki...

She frowned, glancing towards the door, so unhappy he walked away. She knew why, but Sayuri needed them, needed him. She looked up to both her parents, but Katsuki was her hero, always had been.

Ochako pushed herself off of the couch. She needed to speak to her husband while their daughter was distracted, playing in her room. He couldn't act like this around her, as angry as he was.

She glanced at her phone again and bit down on her lip. She wanted to tell Deku, but upsetting Katsuki more right now was certain to be a disaster.

Making her way to their porch, she slide the door open slowly. "Katsuki?"

Katsuki sat on the edge of the porch, one leg draped over the side, his other pressed up to his chest. His forehead pressed against his leg, his body trembling.

Was he... crying?

It wasn't unheard of for her husband to cry. Usually he hid it well, but Ochako had witnessed it on a few occasions. "Katsuki..." she whispered, taking a seat next to him. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "She needs you," she said.

He was silent before stepping out into their yard, away from her touch. She let out a breath of air, it was so like him to pull away, to close up inside when things really destroyed him.

"Fuck," he yelled, aiming his hand in the air as he set off a loud explosion.

Ochako yelped, immediately frowning. "Stop it-" she began to yell, but Katsuki was quick to cut her off.

"Does she, Ochako? Does she need me? Or does she need fuckin' Deku!? Her perfect Uncle Deku who will understand?!" he snarled, his voice cracking. "How the fuck am I supposed to compete with him? Of course fucking Deku will somehow understand my daughter better than me, her father! Of... fucking... course!" he yelled, pounding his foot angrily against the ground.

"Katsuki!" Ochako snapped. "This isn't about you and Deku or your rivalry with him! This is about our daughter and what's best for her! I only mentioned Deku and Meli because-"

"Do you know the kinds of things I said to that fucking nerd when we were kids?" he growled, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Frustration made his body look tight, his shoulders rolled back as he stared up at the sky to stop his tears. "Do you realize the kind of things people will say about her? People like me will say the things I said about Deku about Sayu and I-... "

His mind was in turmoil, Ochako could sense it. Fate ripped his heart from his chest and pulled at all the strings in all the wrong ways, putting it back inside all wrong. And though her own heart was broken for her girl, it was breaking into smaller pieces watching her husband struggle to sort through his shattering emotions.

She stepped forward, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling his cheeks down so she could look into her eyes. "I know... so we have to... we have to prepare her and protect her."

He frowned, "It'll be worse. Because of who we are, you know it will be worse."

"I know... and trust me... I hate it," she said, tears falling from her eyes again.

Being a hero, Ochako always had one goal: Protect and provide for her family. And now she was terrified it was all about to fall apart.

"I-I know this isn't easy... it's not going to be easy... it won't ever get easier," she mumbled. "But... she... she already asked me if you liked Shouhei more than her..."

"Hah?! The fuck!? I love them both!" he yelled.

"Yes but she doesn't realize that... she knows how much you pride yourself on being a hero... and using your quirk," she said, stroking her thumb over his cheek. "I'm sure she feels inferior to Shouhei..."

"Yeah? Well she's fucking not!" Katsuki hissed.

"You need to tell her that, and when Shouhei gets home-..." Ochako paled. "Oh gosh... Shouhei! I-I need to... I need to pick him up..." she said, running her hands through her hair. "Or... maybe Momo-chan can get him when she gets the twins...? I need to text her."

Katsuki rubbed his forehead. "Shit... yeah... ask her. But don't... fuckin' tell her why either! I swear... I don't want Icy Hot knowing jack shit!"

She rolled her eyes at her husband. "Right," she scoffed.

Ochako knew there was so much more he wanted to say, but he probably wouldn't be able to put his emotions into words. Years later, and he still was horrible with them.

She stepped into the house, grabbing her phone. She sent Momo a quick text asking her to pick up Shouhei when she picked up her twins from school. It wasn't unusual for them to be each other's helpers. There were many times Ochako had picked up Arata and Yuuta, and she knew Momo wouldn't question it.

Momo responded quickly, a brief 'Of course' popped up on Ochako's screen. She went to reply with a thank you, but her thumb hovered over Deku's name... She glanced towards the door; it would upset Katsuki. He would hate her... he would feel so betrayed. But...

She sighed, tapping Momo's name, thanking her.

She placed her phone into her pocket, making her way back outside. Katsuki was pacing, hands shoved into his pockets, most likely to stop himself from sending more explosions into the air.

Stepping down onto the grass, Ochako shuffled forward, wrapping her arms around him as she pressed her face to his chest.

"Ochako..." he grumbled. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Be... the best parents we can be," she whispered. "We have to be strong for her..."

"Yeah..." he growled.

"Katsuki... I know you... don't want to... but I really think talking to them could help, especially Melissa," she said, trying to divert attention from Deku.

She felt his chest rise and fall against her cheek, his breathing heavy. A long exhale slipped from his lips. He was holding back his rage.

"I-I'm not saying tonight... but maybe some time this week... or next. We can... process things first? And we can tell them together in person... so it's not through texting." Running her fingers over the muscles of his back gently, she tried to keep him as calm as possible.

She felt him tremble and he clicked his tongue. His arms wrapped around her, pressing his hand against her back hard. "... Fucking... invite the nerd and his wife over then..."

She blinked, turning her head up towards him slowly. "R-Really?"

His eyes narrowed as he turned towards the house. "Yeah... for her... fuck," he growled, pressing his nose into her hair. "It's fucking fine... just... just do it."

"Alright," she said, humming softly. "Thank you." Ochako's hand came up to cup his cheek.

He sighed, and turned his lips to kiss at her palm. "Just... want her to be fucking happy..."

"I know," she said. "Me too." Really it was all they could hope for as parents, and Ochako knew both she and Katsuki would do everything in their power to make her as happy as they possibly could.

#kacchako #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #future fic #kacchako has a quirkless daughter #mention of todomomo #and deku/melissa #angst #lots of angst #im sorry #what we lack

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fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

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SHAME SHAME SHAME

everybody's people watchin' everybody’s punch clockin’

hey how are ya my name is emmy and i’m here to search for a new rp partner. a bit about me, i’m 22, canadian, work two part time jobs and attend uni full time and i go by she/her pronouns. i reside in the mountain timezone and i am thrilled to hopefully start writing with you.

why should you write with me? because i promise that if i pick up an rp with you i’m gonna put 100 and 10 percent of my effort into our story. i’m looking for a long term gig, someone who i can really weave a plot with, someone who digs the cut of my jib. i want us to be able to sob over our characters together late into the night. i want us to exchange songs, playlists, posts found on the internet, aesthetic boards, whatever reminds us of our characters/our plot.

i will probably spam you with pictures of my character’s playby and i want to see mad pics of yours, too. i want us to go through our character’s struggles together as well as be able to cheer together when our characters get a hold on their situation and come up on top. i want us to inspire one another with our writing. it’s gonna be great. you & me honey.

right now I'm looking for 1-2 new rp partners who are interested in something long-term and fully fleshed out. think 'mains'.

gee, that sounds nice! i’m inclined to agree! but a few things you should know before you go any further: i write anywhere between full lit to lit + to novella style, so expect posts of at least 4 - 6 paragraphs baseline. sometimes i crank out 10. or just 5. depends entirely on what’s going on. i write according to situation, with a great amount of detail spent on what my character is thinking/feeling in response to yours. the replies you get will be fully fleshed out & enthralling. i am a stickler for grammar and spelling, though nobody’s perfect, i do occasionally have my slipups. all lowercase text is strictly kept to ooc communication. i can be sporadic with capitalization ooc but still keep good spelling. i will never pressure you into posting or writing ridiculous amounts just to match my post. i want you to have fun too! if i’ve had a bit too much to drink or am about to hit the hay, i’ll wait to post until i can give my post my full attention. usually i’ll be able to post at least once every week, sometimes multiple times a week depending on work & schoolwork. i'm available for ooc chat almost all the time. i also totally understand life happens and sometimes we just need a breather. ♥ i have bipolar depression, and sometimes my depression kicks my ass, but i’ll let you know when that happens.

oh goodness, what else? i write predominantly m/m pairings but i am open to m/f and f/f as well. i do not write high fantasy settings, sorry doll. my interests mostly align with modern day, slice of life kinda stuff, aside from the fandoms i do have. i don’t have many limits besides excessive gore, scat, mpreg, and writing smut for sake of smut. i love my romance just like anyone else does, but it’s got to have plot. our characters have to have chemistry or else i get bored. i haven’t doubled before but i think i’d be down for it with the right plot. usually i prefer that we play one character each, or we play multiple characters within a plot, but not usually more than one plot at the same time. but!!! i am totally willing to try new things!! just be patient with me as i learn m'kay? i have had several threads going at once with one partner which can be super fun. also most of my characters are pretty kinky but like, i prefer that we talk about kinks and limits one on one as opposed to airing out my character’s laundry. also- i wanna be your friend ooc. let’s chat. i find it’s so much easier to have muse and post if i enjoy the virtual company of the people i’m writing with.

ok but what do you write?

what *don’t* i write? kidding. here’s a bit of fandom for ya. if i’ve got plots listed, they’re the ideas i have, but i’m totally open to yours as well. stars denote how much i’m craving them. i’ll list the canon characters i write after i list the fandom:

mafia 2: vito scaletta ***plot for mafia 2 a: we explore the dynamics of a relationship between vito and your oc. your oc could be in a position of great risk- think outside of the mafia, possibly a police officer, prostitute. some position where power dynamics could be played with. if the pairing is m/m we also deal with the themes of internalized homophobia and coming to terms with one’s identity.

*bioshock 1, 2 & infinite: brigid tenbenbaum, andrew ryan, frank frontaine & eleanor lamb, sofia lamb & booker dewitt

**marvel cinematic universe: tony stark, steve rogers

***greater marvel universe: logan howlett, carol danvers ****random plot: we do a crossover and we ship sharon carter/carol danvers. i just. uuugh i have a lot of feelings about them and i have hella muse for these babes. lemme know if you’re down to give this a shot i will love you forever no word of a lie.

but honestly where my heart lies is within oc rp. here are a few plots i have of mine, stars denote how much i’m craving them:

****(m/m) power & politics: my oc is a prestigious state senator, who lives a double life. he is currently in the closet with no intent on leaving it anytime soon. however, a certain someone falls into his life, making him question what he thought he knew for certain. your oc breaks down the walls my oc has put up and changes him into a softer, better man. however, with an upcoming presidential campaign on the horizon for my oc, the limits of the secret relationship will be pushed and pulled beyond what both parties have ‘signed up for.‘

****(m/m) the guardian: your oc is a newcomer to the nhl but is quickly making waves- think connor mcdavid style. he’s young and impressive, but mostly, impressionable. he starts to get battered around by both his teammates and opposing teams. after a few hard hits and fowl play within the game that have cost your oc bench and recovery time, the team’s coach calls in reinforcements to boost the team’s morale and serve as a protector to your oc. my oc is a player who hasn’t got the talent part but has got a huge heart. not to mention… huge hands. good for makin’ fists. good for fightin’. my oc protects your oc during the games, coming to your oc’s aid, picking fights for your oc and protecting him on the ice. as such, the two players grow attached to one another.. perhaps too attached for the captain to be comfortable with. possibilities for a love triangle and other complications, for sure

***(m/m) too good to be true: our ocs start out in the whl, both as promising wingers. their good chemistry is vital to bringing back their team’s success. however, one of our ocs starts to get too attached to the other, and when an nhl draft separates them, one of our ocs is all too eager to cut contact and try to forget. the two excel in their nhl careers without one another, and end up on nhl teams with a history of deep rivalry. occasionally, the gloves hit the ice, fueled by the tension of unresolved feelings and the pressure of the respective teams to keep up the rivalry. the two are reunited when they are both chosen to play nationally for the same team, and are forced to reconcile what they have both buried so deeply within them.

***(m/m) big money: these two ocs play for rival teams in the nhl. while their teams have a history of tension, our two ocs take it to the next level. audiences are more excited to watch these two fight than they are to watch the game itself. there’s a market in the violence between these two, and a reputation to maintain on both ends. if the public found out that these two were secretly seeing one another, their careers would both be over.

**** (m/m) sugar daddy: my oc is a law student studying in your oc's country in order to get their degree abroad. they're from eastern europe and uh. broke af. they settle into an arrangement with your oc where your oc agrees to ~pay him for his company after they meet while my oc does camming online to make ends meet. we could take it anywhere- your oc could whisk mine off his feet and 'save' him or. be toxic & trashy and make my oc's life hell.

okay and, here are just some general prompts that could be intertwined with the plots above, or could be something we use to springboard into our own rp:

my oc has serious commitment issues. they often go around ‘ghosting’ individuals after 4-5 dates, with little to no explanation of why. your oc falls for mine, and is the first to confront my oc about their shitty habits.

your oc and my oc were best friends, but they lost touch over a stupid fight they had when they were preteens. they can’t believe that they’re seeing one another in a bar, halfway across the world from where they met.

your oc and my oc were flames. my oc proposed to yours, but yours turned them down. they never spoke again… until they were sharing a crammed elevator, with my oc being completely intoxicated, and still confessing their feelings for your oc.

your oc is a huge fan of my oc’s nhl career/political career. your oc wins a contest to meet and have dinner with my oc. while my oc expects a boring night out, my oc is completely surprised by how well they hit it off with your oc.

my oc, your first oc and your second oc all grew up together. your first oc has always been pining for my oc’s attention, and is thrilled when my oc and your first oc finally get together. they develop a long term relationship, but my oc knows it would devastate your first oc if they told them that they have been seeing your second oc for most of the relationship.

i recognize that a lot of these focus on the nhl/the lives of professional hockey players- please don’t be worried about hockey knowledge/nhl jargon/whatever else goes through your head! i’m more interested in sport as a realm for drama than i am for following the rulebook and being 100% accurate to life when it comes to hockey. there’s a lot i don’t know and am still needing to learn, myself! if you know a lot, great!! if you don’t, let’s figure things out together! as for general oc ideas, here’s a list:

professor x student

veteran x civillian

cop x criminal

psychiatrist x patient

** OC superheroes (I have a lot of muse for this one!)

street racing, fast-and-furious-esque setting

rival gangs

** nhl/hockey based (lol obviously)

small town canadiana or americana

fun, fluffy romance based modern settings

darker themes such as addiction, abuse, etc - i find it cathartic sometimes to write about violent material buuuut this has to be really fleshed out between us

historical setting- preferably, the second world war/1940s-1960s

light worldbuilding - new to this but wanting to learn

honestly whatever you can pitch to me that isn’t high fantasy :)

i can expand on and work with any of these ideas, these are just like, topics. whatever i do with you, i promise it’ll be fleshed out, with tons of opportunity for drama.

hell yeah let’s do this pal

if any, and i mean any, of this piqued your fancy, pleaaaase shoot me an email at

↳ [email protected] !

i will respond! but please send me something thoughtful! i’d like to hear what part of my ad that you’re interested in/why you chose to contact me. i am most wanting to rp over email and talk over google hangouts but i can be open to skype, too. i sure look forward to hearing from you! ♥

emmy

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The Gold Arc: not a victory march

You, presumably Pietr, were so excited when you were called up. This was your lifelong dream and you achieved it so early. You could be Town’s Sadahru Oh, or Bull Durham.

In this arc, you’ll learn natural ability isn’t enough. And that sometimes the messy world intrudes on baseball.

Quest 1: Proud Neath Heated Brow

(Knight 1 or 5, Aspect 1, Otherworldy 2, Storyteller 4, Mystic 3)

As soon as the season starts, you’re in for a shock. One of your first games is going to be a disaster. And the game after that. And the game after that. Your moves which blew the competition away in the minors just aren’t cutting it here. You’re going to have to learn how to adapt.

40 XP Version

Major goals

You make an embarrassingly dumb error in a game (e.g., forgetting that the ball is still in play and throwing it to the fans, letting the other team score several runs).

You have a training montage (protip: while it’s probably out of genre, you should be able to combine this with a Ritual XP action)

The manager or some other authority figure talks about cutting you if you don’t improve.

You may take each once.

Minor goals

You enter a place where music -- preferably upbeat, inspiring music -- is playing.

You make a bad play in a game, but understandably bad (e.g., your throw to another player is a foot off).

You work out for many hours.

You indicate how tired/frustrated you are.

You ask an older player for advice.

You make a dramatic speech about how you won’t give up.

25 XP version A Why aren’t you doing well? How can you get better, get to where you need to be? In this version, you try to figure it out. Once per scene/15 minutes of play, propose a new theory of what might help you improve. (Examples: maybe my swing is too tight; That new guy from Eris is doing well, maybe I should add mosquitoes to my diet.).

25 XP version B You aren’t just training to get better. You’re training SUPER HARD to get better. Tell yourself you need to do 100 laps before dinner -- in the restaurant. Swing at the ball so hard you dislocate your shoulder and are out for the game. Any time you take the game Over the top gain an XP.

Result: You’ve figured it out. You’re playing much better. Way to go, kid! How this happens will be accompanied by the Perk you pick:

Gain a Trick, allowing you to use your Student Athlete (or Natural Athlete) skill as Professional Baseball Player.

Gain a Level 1 Bond, “Hard work pays off,” giving you enough edge to compensate for your inexperience.

(I think #2 is the more mechanically powerful one, but #1 is more emotionally satisfying, since it represents you’ve mastered the game to some extent rather than you’ve convinced yourself that hard work compensates for flaws in your technique. But that’s personal opinion.)

Quest 2: But I can’t take no chance

(Bindings 1, Aspect 2, Shepherd 2, Emptiness 2)

25 or 15 XP version. Some time during the last quest, you picked up what might be a superstition. Or it might not be a superstition but the actual secret to your newfound ability to play in the big leagues. In this one, you’ll test this out.

The team’s going to be mostly okay with this, since it’s a well known fact lucky rituals must be respected. Though don’t be surprised if you begin to annoy a few people.

Pick a catchphrase that represents your newfound belief. Here are a few suggestions:

I play better on a very full stomach. Another dozen pierogies, please.

Breatharianism is the way to go

Changing my shirt is a bad idea.

Let me knock on wood for good luck.

Extra training is the key.

Let’s have a quick sacrifice to Jade Irinka.

I’ll do better with my shoelaces untied.

Deep breath. Okay. I’m ready.

__________

You can use this phrase once per scene/15 minutes to show you’re testing out if this will keep making you a better player.

Result: EIther you’ve realized that this belief IS the key to success, in which case you’ll want perk 1, or you’ve realized that you have the power to be a great player in you all along and don’t need a crutch, and will take perk 2. (I think they’re equally valid; Perk 1 is larger because it’s complex to explain, not because it’s better.)

Pick a Skill you have. Once or twice per book, you can use this as if it were Luck Magic by invoking a ritual. (E.g., if you use your Immature skill, partying all night with someone may bless them.) This doesn’t give you plusses or rerolls; and you don’t have complete control over the results. instead it makes it so fortunate things occur to you or someone you use it on. Obstacle 1: For a little while things will go their way enough to make them happy, such as finding loose change on the sidewalk or getting indoors just before the skies open up. Obstacle 2: Something will happen which can improve their life notably for at least a week or two, such as winning a vacation in a drawing or a potential meet cute. Obstacle 3: Dickensian coincidences may occur; overall the effect will be positive but they’ll be living in interesting times.

Rewrite your affliction from everyone calling you “Kid,” to something more appropriate: “People think I’m responsible.”

Quest 3: On Stalks of Clover

(Aspect 3, Bindings 1, Knight 3, Otherworldly 2, Shepherd 3, Mystic 3)

They say you can’t go home again. This is a lie. You’re from the Walking Fields, and there’s games played there all the time. But the Walking Fields have complex views on baseball. As you know from all the Walking Field Goats games you eagerly watched as a kid, half the team is composed of Riders, the other half is largely humans. And the two sides just don’t get along off the field. Nor do the fans; the stadium really has three unofficial seating areas: home humans, home Riders, and visitors. There’s a good distance between the three

Home can’t go to you again..

And whether you’re a human, Rider, or lived a bit in both worlds, someone resents your leaving the Walking Fields, never becoming part of this long-simmering intra-team rivalry.

This quest forces you into the rivalry. Some of it is social; a bit of it might be physical; and you’re going to need to cope with this pressure while still following your dreams with the Fortitude Lynxes.

35 XP Version Major goals

Someone throws anything besides a baseball at you which is potentially dangerous or unpleasant (e.g., mud, bottles).

You somehow wind up in a public wearing a piece of clothing with a bright red letter, a dunce cap, or some similar mark of shame.

Someone from the Walking Fields (human or Rider) confronts you in a different Region, telling how you’ve betrayed the area.

You wind up involved in a Hunt, on either side.

Minor Goals

You take a back entrance into a place

You do something in a game which stops the play (this could be getting hit and requiring the medic to check you out; making a rude gesture to someone in the stand precipitating a riot; or calling for time out while at the plate).

A Rider from the Walking Fields stops you outside of a game to give you their opinions of you.

A human from the Walking Fields stops you outside of a game to give you their opinions of you.

A Tree Spirit or other non-human, non-Rider from the Walking Field fails to recognize you.

You have a conversation about the controversy you’re causing.

You explain to a teammate that you are loyal to the Lynxes.

Result: You weather the storm and it dies down. (If that’s too simple for you, you can wind up learning a sudden revelation about your family that shakes you up -- probably that you’ve got a half-sibling you never knew about due to the tensions between Riders and Humans.)

You also gain one of these Perks:

You’ve been given a very valuable baseball collectible by someone who was trying to support you -- about someone you can’t stand. If anyone found out you got rid of it, this trouble might start again. (SInce the player isn’t familiar with Town Baseball, imagine if you were the head of an organization that fights to keep kids of steroids and were forced to take a historic item associated with Barry Bonds or some other athlete whose career has been tainted by the scandal.)

You got preternaturally good at understanding why you became such a lightning rod for the Walking Fields. Gain Superior Walking Field History 1. Note that this will probably never come in useful for your goals of being Town’s Babe Ruth.

#cmwge #cmwgertas

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