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ofoceansandtombsanew · 3 months

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I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: i.

“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”

tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn

pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader

summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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"[First]... [First]. Hey wake up!"

You blink blearily, just barely catching your chin with your palm. "Sorry," you mumble, closing your eyes once more. You open them once more when Shoko raps her knuckles against your desk again. "'m still kinda out of it."

Yours was the start to a very trying day.

First and foremost, you overslept and missed breakfast.

You were still tired.

And most irritating of all, you had a headache ー you forgot to drink water before and after going to bed, sue you.

While you're still cognizant, you whip out your phone to text your friends. What a waste, you sigh. There aren't any missions to go on today either. Originally your plan was to head out once classes were over for the day and meet up with your non-sorcerer friends in the city. Eat at Johnny's, maybe go to an arcade and watch a movie with the money you had leftover. With how you're feeling presently though, you much preferred laying down and immediately going to sleep. "This sucks," you fail to fight back on a yawn. "I wanted to see what's been going on with everybody from my old school too." You yawn again.

Me: I'm not gonna be able to make it, sorry. Can we meet up another time instead? Have fun without me (T^T)

Chinatsu: aww that sucks. Do you think you'll be free next weekend? We can do something for your birthday!

Your smile is small yet doubtful as you text back an 'I promised my aunt that I'd visit her next weekend to celebrate so it might be a while til then.'

If there's one simultaneous benefit and drawback to attending Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, it's that your schedule is sporadic enough that you it's never consistent what you might be doing on a day-to-day basis let alone week-to-week. Some mornings you'll find out classes are canceled for the next few days and other times you think you're home free to bullshit for the weekend only for Fujioka-sensei to pop up and say you and Shoko have a mission that'll take up the entirety of your free time. As far as your old friends from Tsubame High were concerned though, you somehow got yourself a scholarship for a bigshot religious school with a limited number of students and hellish expectations for said students.

"Look at [First] getting herself into some fancy rich kid private school," Tooru said when you broke the news to your friends you'd known since middle school that you'd be transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

Chinatsu: Look at [First], not having too much time for the little people!

"It's pretty unusual for you to sleep in," Shoko's comment brings you out of your nostalgic stupor.

Me: Yeah who are you again?

"Yeah, I know," once you quickly type in your reply, you finally shove your phone back into your pants pocket. If there's a definitive benefit to attending Tokyo Tech, it's the customizable uniforms. You went for the boys uniform at this particular school. It felt like it would be the most practical decision when you'd be running around fighting cursed spirits. And with it being fall, the winter solstice being a couple weeks away, wearing pants felt like the best long term investment you could have come up with. Not to mention, you looked good in it. "It's not like I had any trouble getting to sleep though."

"Bad dream?"

"I don't know I can't remember it," you shrugged trying to recall whatever it was you were dreaming about. It's all hazy, not even the most significant parts scratching at your brain coming through the fog. "I don't think it was bad though. Maybe it was about my husband. I'm still mad they killed off his character in Anaconda 2 last year, can you believe that shit? He was the finest dude in the movie!" When you hear a snicker coming from your right, you shoot a glare towards the culprit with snowy white hair. "Like Inoue Waka even knows who you are, please shut up."

"At least my celebrity crush lives in my country," Gojou snickers back with a shit-eating grin. "Running into Morris Chestnut in Japan? Doesn't seem all that likely. Ah the delusions of young children."

"You are literally only two days older than me, you are making this way too big a deal."

Although Suguru releases a breath of exasperation, there's a smile gracing his features. "Well you can't be that tired if the two of you can bicker like this. Just try not to tear each other apart next week when the party hits. It's your special day after all."

Ah yes, the party. The brilliant idea that the first and second year teachers, Fujioka and Yaga, came up with on the fly yesterday on December 1st.

When you were told that there was a small number of students at this school, you didn't realize how little there would be going in. Among the first year students, you're quite literally only one of four. The previous second year student, Okita, died two months ago leaving the current number of second year students at 0. There's quite literally only two third year students in Utahime and Mei Mei. And as for 4th year students, there is only one ー Yamada.

The ratio of non-jujutsu sorcerer to sorcerer was shockingly out of balanced if there were only seven students at your school. Because of that, the teachers made sure to celebrate every student's birthday. A party, cake, presents, the whole shebang. No class, no missions. Just a day of setting up the dorms for a party while the one turning a year older had to either leave campus and wander around until it was time for their party, or sit around doing nothing around campus until someone came to get them.

It wasn't too long ago when you were all celebrating Shoko's birthday on the 27th of last month.

It was her party with her cake and her presents.

But you? The teachers had a special idea in mind for you. Because in a school of seven students where two of them were born within days of each other, why have two separate parties when you could make it one and cheapen the cost?

One party with one cake and a mixture of presents for you both to tear open at the same time.

Gojou is December 7th.

You're December 9th.

They'll just celebrate both on the 8th and call it a day.

When it came down to it, you understood the principle behind the plan. You could even get behind it. It's just that if somewhere to ask if you liked Gojou Satoru, your answer would be an irrevocable 'no'.

Hell, you'd answer 'no' even if no one did ask.

Gojou Satoru is impossible for you to like from his stupid sunglasses to his shit-eating grins. Even worse is his arrogance. Because apparently, there's no one in the world of jujutsu you were scouted into that didn't know who Gojou Satoru is. Born merely two days before you, Gojou Satoru's birth changed the state of the jujutsu world. "He's basically like the jujutsu sorcerer version of Jesus," Shoko explained when you asked why everyone seemingly made a big deal over him.

I don't like him at all.

You're the odd man out in your class, though, you begrudgingly force yourself to accept all over again during lunch. Despite your less than stellar review of the boy, Suguru and Shoko got along just fine with him.

Gojou had always been obnoxious about the fact you were born a couple days after him when you found out you shared a month of birth. It is just that with your birthdays being right around the corner of next week, he is being especially intolerable. He even came to wake you up this morning when you overslept, forcing Gojou Satoru and his blue eyes that were partially obscured by his sunglasses to be the first thing you saw that morning. Clearly a premonition that today was going to be a mess when he all but sang "morning, junior, you're gonna be late to class at this rate!"

By the gods, I wanna punch him so much. I don't care if he's Jujutsu Jesus, he just thinks he's hot shit because he has blue eyes.

At the very least, you can rest easy in knowing the fact that the feelings of dislike are mutual.

Gojou Satoru is strong, it's an irrefutable fact no matter how much you'd like to deny it. He's strong and in turn, the strong are the only ones Gojou respects. You apparently don't make the cut.

And that's fine. Strength came in all sorts of ways. (An argument the two of you have already had with one another where Suguru said you both would just have to agree to disagree.) You disliked Gojou Satoru but you could live with the fact that, at the very least, you were going to be stuck together for four years. Because even if he was strong, life sometimes paid you back with small moments of grace where someone put the golden boy of the Gojou Clan in his place.

"Just so you know, Takamatsu Akira is visiting again," Shoko's voice pulls you back into the present.

You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name, "never heard of 'em."

"He's a sorcerer that can see glimpses of a person's future when he looks at them," Suguru answers in her stead over a sip of his oi ocha. "He's apparently at the school today for some sort of meeting."

"Hands off the goods," your eyes widen in amazement as you quickly smack away Gojou's hand from your lunch. "Really? And it's all accurate too?"

"He's a major asshole, though," the white-haired boy hisses with a pout. You roll your eyes. I'm not sure how reliable your words are if you of all people are calling someone an asshole. Your incredulousness must show on your face because Gojou's next words are, "seriously! He only tells people he thinks have interesting futures anything about it."

"And?"

"Satoru's just mad because apparently his future isn't interesting," Suguru smirks, smugly welcoming his best friend's unamused side eye. "He told me about mine though."

You bite back a snort when your curiosity to know Suguru's fortune wins. "What did he say about it?"

Suguru touched his chin thoughtfully, recalling back the day he met the seer. "He said that one day I'll be stuck at a crossroads between two paths and make a life changing decision," he pauses dramatically and you lean forward in anticipation. "That's all he told me though."

Damn it.

The brown-eyed boy chuckles but he shoots you a look of amused sympathy, "he never really tells you too much about it apparently. I was disappointed too."

"Did he ever tell you anything about your future, Shoko?" You ask your class' resident slacker.

Shoko shook her head, bob gently moving with her. "I'm one of the boring ones too," she says with a lazy wave of her hand. "Like Gojou."

"Don't worry, my friends," Suguru places a hand over his chest and bows with far too much grace and humility. "I alone will shoulder the burden of having an interesting future. Unlike Satoru."

You choke, unable to stop yourself from chortling this time. Whatever Gojou sputters in his self-defense, you don't hear it over the sound of your own laughter. "Maybe he'll tell me about my future too," you sigh when your giggles subside. You sincerely doubt it, but it's fun to think about the possibilities. I want an interesting life plot twist, like the reveal I'm actually a long-lost member of some royal family he just won't tell me which one.

"He'll probably stop by because you're here," Shoko rests her chin on her palm. You were the newest in your class, starting a month later than the rest. "He likes seeing if new students will have interesting futures ahead of them."

"Don't get too excited, [First]," Gojou quickly rains on your parade with a lot of arrogance for someone whose future is apparently so boring a seer won't even talk to him about it. "I'm the most interesting person in this place and he won't even talk to me. So who knows what sort of reaction you'll get."

"Oh quit being bitter that your future is gonna be boring, asshole," before any other quips and gripes can be exchanged, the class door slides open abruptly. You look over with a start, wondering if it's your teacher when you see it isn't. The man is a bit younger than Yaga but his hair is already graying and his eyes are a deep green reminiscent of pine trees. You have a feeling you already know who it is and grin. "You wouldn't happen to be Takamatsu Akira, would you? Gojou here was telling me about his boring future soー" you stop yourself with a shudder when you blinked and realized that man was in front of your face and much too close for comfort.

"Now that is something," the man blinks owlishly, eyes almost glowing in his amazement.

Your discomfort flies away faster than a seagull with someone else's lunch, "really?"

The man leans back with a grin and a snap of his fingers, "really, really."

With that you look at Gojou and stick out your tongue and he sticks his tongue in return.

[First] 1, Gojou 0.

Suguru chuckles and Shoko grins and all the while, Gojou flicks your forehead too quickly for you to react. "Look, hater, it isn't my fault that your future's boring, quit trying to rain on my parade," you snicker, batting your eyelashes. "Mr. Takamatsu, I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me about my future if you don't mind. Before the naysayers get more butthurt than they already are."

"You're gonna die, kid."

With four words, your blood freezes and you find yourself blinking once, twice slowly. It's the matching looks of shock and surprise on your classmates' faces that tells you you heard Takamatsu correctly. Stiffly, you look back at the seer hoping for that revelation to be nothing but a joke, but instead you find yourself looking at a maniacal grin. That grin feels more like a knife in your gut. "In the worst way possible."

The knife sinks deeper into your flesh, twisting.

"Hey," out of the four of you, Gojou is the one who finds his voice first.

Takamatsu ignores the boy with snow white hair as if he's nothing but a minor breeze, "But," he beams like he's only told you that he found a discount at the convenience store. "Because I like you so much, I'll let you ask three questions about it."

"O-okay," you stammer almost instinctively. Like a zombie, you find yourself stumbling onto your feet and Takamatsu nods at the door. These answers will be for you and you alone. You aren't sure what expression you wear on your face as you exit, nor the expressions of your peers. You can't bring yourself to look at them as you follow the future-seeing sorcerer into the halls of your school.

I'm going to die.

In the worst way possible.

It's only once you're relatively alone that the seer halts his walking in the middle of the hall to look at you. "Feel free to ask your questions," he tells you. "Your classmates shouldn't be able to hear, even if they keep looking out the door. So ask away," he reassures you, waving his hand nonchalantly.

You glance to your left and sure enough there are three heads leaning out of the door, staring straight at you both. You can't bring yourself to smile reassuringly before you return your gaze to the sorcerer in front of you.

Three questions.

Your first question can only be so obvious. "Howー how do I die?"

Takamatsu's amusement is sapped from his face at that question. "Really?" He yawns with a shake of his head. "That's what you're going to ask? That's quite boring."

Boring? Boring?! It's my life! "Yeah but-"

"You know what, fine," Takamatsu sighs, crossing his arms. He recalls his vision in his mind for a moment before he opens his lips. "You're going to be killed by someone precious to you. Ask me something more… riveting this time."

You blink slowly.

You're going to be killed by someone you care about.

When do I die?

Was it an accident?

On purpose?

Why would they want to kill me?

You don't think those are questions Takamatsu will find intriguing in the slightest. In a panic, you ask the most original question that enters your brain. "Do I die… angry at them?" No. Fucking. Shit, me. "Wait, that was dumb don't answer th-"

"Nope, it counts," Takamatsu clicks his tongue. Maybe it's payback for your first question being so predictable and unoriginal. "And my answer for that is no. Your heart will surprisingly bear no anger towards the person who kills you." A revelation that shakes you to the core. "Well, one question left to go, kid. No more mess ups, I'll take it even if it's something as a dumb as a repeat question."

"Okay, okay," you exhale nervously, biting your lip. I need to think.

You know yourself.

You're selfish at times, who isn't? If it really came down to it though, you know you'd always put someone else's life over your own. You can talk big, you can snort when you watch a movie and say 'yeah sorry, they'd be stuck on their own. I'm not dying in a situation like that, I'd wanna go home'. But you know yourself enough to know that despite thinking it, your feet would inevitably turn towards the other person. Maybe you'd die in the end but you know you'd try your damnedest to get them out.

Why else would you put yourself on the line fighting curses?

Curses were scary.

You'd seen them you're entire life, unable to explain why or what they are to the people around you. Some were tall, some were small and some were so grotesquely horrifying that it made Sadako and Freddy Kreuger look like kittens. Being able to literally shield yourself from them were a saving grace when Rejection came in. Those curses didn't attack often, no they mostly just hung about before choosing some random poor soul to haunt. You just didn't want one touching you or your parents.

Things got a bit better when they sent you to Japan for the summer with your aunt. Apparently that's what happens when you live in a country with a more stable and organized force of jujutsu sorcery. Or maybe it was, begrudgingly, because living in the home court of Jujutsu Jesus kept some curses from wilding out the way they did in your home country.

Either way, your parents relented when you begged for them to let you continue living in Japan with your aunt.

That's how you were prepared for the night your class' test of courage went to shit when a curse showed up and miraculously kept the list of mortal casualties at zero.

But I'd like to think that in a life or death fight where it's me or them, I'd choose me. You shake your head pushing the thought to the side. You almost forgot the most important detail. Your killer will be someone who matters to you. But I won't be mad about it. If it was life or death, I'd choose me. I know that. Stranger on the street or a lifelong sworn enemy. And I know if I was killed by someone I apparently care about, I'd definitely be bitter about it. I'm not that forgiving.

Future you isn't in agreement. Your eyes turn to the ground.

Is it a life or death fight situation or an accident? You open your mouth briefly before closing it again.

They're precious to me.

They're someone I care about.

But I won't be angry.

I mustn't have been trying that hard then, you wet your lips as a light bulb flickers deeply in the recesses of your mind. You couldn't have been. How else could your future self's lack of anger be justified? One day, there will be someone you care for so greatly that even in a life or death battle, you'd still choose them.

You raise your head to look into dark green eyes dancing with amusement, a grin accompanying them. The grin morphs from clear to distorted at the welling of tears in your eyes. I wasn't trying. "I must really love this person, don't I?"

Takamatsu's grin grows even wider, eyes flashing in pleasant surprise. "Yeah," he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "It seems like you do."

Tears roll down your cheeks like streams into a river yet your arms hang loosely at your side. "That's three questions then," you murmur, throat constricting. You inhale slowly, hold your breath and release before wiping your eyes. "Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Takamatsu. Lunch is gonna be over soon, so I'm gonna go finish eating now."

You bow before turning on your heel back to your class, your classmates are still there. You don't really care to receive their pity or empathy.

"I'm gonna die, it's gonna suck and that's all he really told me," you say before anyone can ask.

It's hours after classes have ended for the day and you're cooking in the communal kitchen when you see Gojou again.

"Hey," Gojou says and his tone is so serious it startles you. You set your knife down on the cutting board before looking at him. His face doesn't seem right to you and it dawns on you a second later it's because he's frowning and it's not the usual childish frown you're used to seeing. "Don't take what that guy said seriously. Like I said, he's an asshole. He was probably saying all of that to freak you out." There's a pause and Gojou scratches the back of his head, looking uncomfortable in his skin. "So don't, like, cry about it. Takamatsu's a prick."

"Are you," you squint, looking Gojou over suspiciously. "Trying to make me feel better or something in your own weird Gojou way?"

"Someone has to make sure you aren't drowning in their sorrows," Gojou returns to his usual brand of cocky, with a grin. His sunglasses slide down, revealing playful eyes.

"I don't want the comfort then," you roll your eyes and return to chopping your vegetables. "Besides, I don't need it anyways, I'm strong."

"Eeeeh."

Asshole.

"We had this argument before that there's different kinds of strong, you jackass," you argue for argument's sake knowing it's a moot point to argue with someone who vehemently believes otherwise. Apparently he thinks belief in philosophical kinds of strongs is how the weak comfort themselves.

You vaguely notice that in spite of your annoyance, your shoulders aren't stiff and your jaw is loose. Apparently Gojou is good for something, after all. "Strong looks different for different people. A kid is strong when they act tough after tripping. A grown man crying and being open with his emotions is strong," you recount some of the ways you've seen people be strong in your life. You've witnessed strength in various ways in your 15 years of living. "… Even just living despite how hard it can be is strong. But it's whatever, I already know you think that's a load of self-comforting weak crap, don't feel like arguing about it."

Save for the sound of you cutting green celery and the light simmer of the pan, silence falls over the two of you.

"What did you guys talk about when he said you could ask him questions?" Gojou finally asks.

"… nothing important," you mutter back.

ー

When you wake up at 4:30 in the morning the next day, knowing full well there was going to be physical education that day, you decide to ditch class.

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In the oneshot I somehow fucked up the timeline by one year. In reality, Gojou was a 1st year in 2005 not 2004.

Also, in the oneshot I said the reader was the baby of the class. I was wrong again. Suguru was actually born in '90, not '89, like I originally assumed. Thus, he's actually the baby of the class. So I removed all mentions of the reader being the class baby. Still, you're younger than Gojou by two days so he is still rather insufferable about that, much to your chagrin.

Compared to the oneshot, now that there is more extended time to look into such things, there will be dives into the reader's non-sorcerer origins, family and friends. I would like to note that the reader isn't from Japan originally in terms of her nationality, but that will be covered in future chapters. Regardless, the reader is ethnically ambiguous for the self-insert convenience!

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #getou x reader #geto x reader #i cherish you halcyon days

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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okay so I've been on a huge writer's block lately and I'm editing some requests I had but I keep thinking they suck. Hopefully I post them soon. I had this in my drafts so I thought I'd share it in the meantime. Enjoy!

TUTOR — SIRIUS BLACK.

summary: you tutor sirius for a potions exam, but he's far more worried about convincing you to go out with him

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 1.2K

warnings: none

a reblog would be very much appretiated!

"So what do you get when you mix dragon scales, unicorn hair and salted water?" you asked.

Sirius didn't even attempt to at least pretend like he was thinking about an answer, leaning back on his chair at the time he ran a hand through his long and dark hair. "I honestly have no idea, but that sounds like something I would drink."

"Well...you have to smell it to work, so technically that wasn't nearly as terrible as I thought."

"See? I'm starting to learn a few things. I have a really good teacher," said Sirius with his classical smirk. You were positive that the sight in front of you was enough to make absolutely anyone fall for him. Sirius Black is known around Hogwarts for being extremely charming and attractive and, although you couldn't deny he lived up to what the other students say regarding his looks, you weren't looking to waste your time with him.

And this is not the first time he has tried to hit on you. Whether you're sitting near him in class or at the Great Hall, he'll always find a way to start a conversation with you that'll inevitably end up with him trying to ask you out.

You weren't exactly sure why you have rejected him in the past. He is, after all, incredibly attractive. Maybe is his reputation that makes you wonder if it's even worth it. You're not really a one-time-thing type of person, and Sirius Black looks like the kind of guy that only enjoys that dating dynamic.

But thinking about dating him is not what should be in your mind right now. You're supposed to help him study and that's all. You weren't looking for anything else.

"I'm trying to be a good teacher but it so happens that I got stuck with the worst type of student."

"Now, that hurt my feelings."

You sighed, knowing he's never going to take anything seriously. "Can you please focus on this? Our potions exam is next week."

"Sorry, I do try my best it's just...I get distracted," he trailed off, his smile never fading.

At that moment you wanted to punch him. "Sirius, focus."

"Right. I will if you accept to go to Hogsmade with me on Friday."

"Can't. I already have plans."

"Saturday, then."

"Can't."

"Sunday."

"Oh, I'm busy that day too."

"It's starting to sound like you're making it up."

"Good! That was clever. Care to use that intellect to learn all of this?" you asked, showing him the piece of parchment in front of the two of you on the table.

"Okay. Can you at least tell me why you won't go out with me?"

"Because I'm trying to teach you about potions. This is clearly not the time for you to try to ask me out."

"So there is a right time to ask you out."

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it immediately after, realizing what you just said. "That's not what I meant."

"Really? It sounded to me like you're not rejecting me– not entirely, at least."

"I see you've never heard a no from the people you usually ask out on dates?"

"Believe me, I'm not always this persistent. I only insist when I'm really interested in that particular person."

"Yeah, I bet you say that a lot too."

There was a brief silence between the two of you before Sirius put the parchment upside down, meaning everything written on it was now out of sight. You were about to protest when Sirius spoke one again.

"Now that you mention it, want to play a game?"

"Sirius, please–"

"Let's bet on it. If I can say three potions correctly without any mistakes, you go out with me. If I fail, I stop talking about this and we focus on studying."

You considered it for a moment. It was very tempting to accept and finally get him to study without interrupting the session with all his flirting. Still, it didn't make sense he would bet on something he most likely lose.

"The odds are in your favor, love," he says after noticing you were still thinking about it. "I'll most likely get them all wrong."

"Name five potions."

Sirius nodded. "Five potions it is."

"And you can't back down. If you get one thing wrong you don't ask me out or flirt with me while we're studying."

"Fine. But you can't back down either. You'll owe me a date."

To seal the deal, you extended your hand and he immediately accepted the handshake. Before letting go of your hand, he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, making you roll your eyes at the silly gesture.

Sirius leaned back on his chair, thinking about the five potions to mention before he eventually started naming the ingredients and the names of all the potions he has chosen.

With each word that came out of his mouth, the more in shock you were. He was naming every ingredient of every potion correctly– he even knew the right doses and order! You stared at him in complete disbelief as he finished listing the ingredients of the fifth potion.

He got everything right.

How could he possibly get everything right when he could barely remember the name of the potion you learned last week in class? How could he suddenly know everything?

Could he...

"You tricked me," you said right after he had finished, coming to the realization of what had happened.

"What are you talking about?"

"There's no way you could've known all of that just like that! You never needed my help studying, you already knew everything."

"No, I didn't. Like I said, I have a very good teacher," he insisted.

Once again, the smirk on his face appeared, staring at you as you still tried to process the fact that you fell right into his tramp. That's exactly why he wanted to bet on it, because he knows about potions and just needed a way to get you to accept to go out with him.

Despite doing your best to look annoyed, deep down you were far from feeling that way regarding the situation. It was actually very clever of him to do such a thing and, to be honest, the fact he would go to this extent to get a date with you actually made you feel good.

Maybe he is as charming as everyone says after all, and not even yourself could ignore it.

"That wasn't fair at all."

"You agreed to bet," he said. "Can't back down."

"Okay, but you clearly cheated!" you insisted, closing your textbooks since you weren't going to need them anymore. "Guess I see you on Friday?"

"I thought you were busy on Friday."

You roll your eyes. "Obviously I was lying."

Sirius let out a chuckle, leaning back on his chair once again as he looked at you. "See you on Friday, then."

You grabbed your books to stand up, trying not to look at Sirius because you could practically picture his face right now, smiling triumphantly as he thought of the fact that you two were going on a date.

Once again, you weren't actually upset to spend a day with him, but your pride didn't allow you to show that the idea didn't bother you. As you were walking away, you heard Sirius saying, "Can't wait for our date!"

Of course, you didn't stop walking, hiding from him the little smile that appeared on your face as soon as you heard those words.

#sirius x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #reader insert #harry potter #marauders #marauders era

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senor-cummies · 3 years

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I request that you ignore how cringe the first part of this is lmao i wrote it like 2yrs ago. Happy post a wip Saturday! this is for my wip 'to covet anonymity' which is the prince!link/bounty hunter! revalink au, or, as my horrible disgusting friend mike likes to call it 'the revalink mandalorian au'

The sound of thundering hooves still echoed in the forefront of his mind. It soaked him in a fear that was completely alien to him. The fear of being caught. The fear that, despite his efforts, he’d fail. That he’d be taken away from the confines of his safehouse and thrown in a jail cell, or worse, into the bed of the person he was meant to marry four days ago. The fear swamped him, overwhelmed all of his senses until he knew nothing but it. Until he was lost in a thick fog of immeasurable consternation with no means of escape.

He was drowning in it, a thick, viscous, never-ending ocean of horror that permeated his tight-wound barrier. A constant pounding, taunting, sense of vehement trepidation that struck him with a force that rivaled a title wave. The salty winds off the Akkala Dead Sea, running through his hair even at this low point on the Ulria Grotto where he was seeking refuge, carried with them the twinge of dismay, each rise and set of the autumn sun that brought him closer and closer to his judgment day.

To the inevitable.

Overstimulating anxiety pounding against his skull, screaming for any way to escape besides red hot tears and muffled screams into his bedroll. He willed for sleep to take him, to succumb to something other than existential dread, for a break from perpetual suffering even if only for a moment. And all he got in return was the sound of cool wind and rushing water.

No rest, no sleep, no freedom, just crickets, and owls. Deer in the distance, mysterious rustling that made him go reaching for the broadsword sheathed at his bedside.

He’d never get any sleep at this point, any attempt to do so was worthless. He had to head to the stable up the coast in the morning anyway and, given by the moon, he only had a few hours of night left till sunrise. He’d just hoped, wished, he might be able to sleep. Link hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, even a bad night’s sleep dammit, since before this whole engagement nonsense. Maybe, if he was willful and believed hard enough, he could manage to milk even 30 minutes.

With a deep breath, he settled into his bedroll, holding his blanket tight to his body, before shutting his eyes and trying one more time to rest.

A drop of water fell on his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

One more...

A shower of rain poured down upon him as if the goddess herself was telling him to move. That it, too, was fate.

Still, he stayed laying in his covers that slowly got wetter and wetter as time went on. He could afford to lay a bit longer, at least until the first thunder crack.

(he tried his best to pretend he just didn’t hear the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance as he rolled over onto his other side.)

alpha

Link stared at the bounty poster of himself on the stable wall, next to an advertisement for Beedle's new Akkala shop location and a warning sign for a lynel herd that moved into a field in the gulch. It was like looking at a ghost. He could barely recognize the hylian looking back at him.

He looked so...Sad. So out of place. He fit in much better out here.

Link frowned, ripping the poster off the wall and stuffing it in his bag of tinder.

He turned, walking over to the check in shelf to peruse the newer, dry, non falling apart at the seams, tunics.

"How can I help you?" The clerk greeted. Link looked him, bringing his arms out from under his cloak.

'I'd like a child's traveler's shift.' The clerk reached behind him, grabbing it.

"Just the shift right?" Link nodded, looking around the room as the clerk sorted through to find his item. He looked back at a navy blue rito.

Do I...Know them?

They stared back at him, eyes slits. Link scrunched up his face, pulling his hood over his eyes.

"Alright, that'll be 20 rupees for the shift." Link nodded, reaching into a small pouch on his hip.

There was a loud ruckus outside, the sound of pounding hooves, casting over the clerk's voice as he attempted at small talk.

"It's probably the knights again," theg groaned. Link tried to silence his anxiety.

"Oh, he comes around about twice a week looking for that 'lost prince'. You know, I don't think he's lost. I don't think he was abducted at all, I think the poor sap ran off. You hear he was supposed to be shipped off to Ganondorf? Join his harem? I woulda done it too." Link tuned him out, his breath picking up.

The hooves grew louder and ceased at the stables entrance, the entourage casting a shadow over the inside of the stable. Link gulped, giving the man his rupees taking his shift and leaving, stuffing it into his bag as he made a mas face and he gulped.

“No one leaves until we’ve searched the entire premises, okay?” Link made a mad dash to the back door, covered in the bedlam that was the King’s arrival. A large wing was shoved into his face, the impact of it knocking him to the ground.

“Are you deaf, elf? Nobody leaves.” Link cursed, moving to pick up his things that were dropped in the collision.

"How many times are you going to keep bumping into me, bird guy?"

"I don't like it any more than you do." They crossed their arms, watching Link scramble to pick up his things. "And don't call me bird man."

"Don't call me elf,"

The rito huffed, leaning down to help.

"I'm fine," Link mumbled, voice quiet in an attempt to not be recognized.

"I don't care about you, it's just taking you a pathetically long time to pick up your things." Link rolled his eyes, picking up his books and clothes.

"Well, would you look at that..." Link looked up from the shirt he was refolding to the rito's wing. Sitting in it's navy blue feathers, was the diadem he'd snagged off his bedside table. His eyes widened.

"Give me that!" He cursed, snatching it up out of his wing.

"Now, now, I recognize this." Link whined, following their wing to try and grab it.

"Where did you get this?" Link huffed, dropping his arm, the rito inspecting his diadem closely.

"Where did you get this?" They repeated.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." Link hissed, grabbing the rito's wrist and snatching thr diadem out of it's wing. Link shoved it into his bag, stomping away from the stable. He could hear the rito behind him.

"What do you want?" Link groaned.

"That's the prince's diadem." Link bit the inside of his cheek, still walking back towards the grotto.

"If it is, than I bought it for a hell of a steal."

"Bought it from who?"

"What's it to ya?" He yelped as he was grabbed, slammed against the hard bark of he tree. He looked up with flushed cheeks to meet piercing green eyes.

It only made him blush harder.

"I am going to make myself clear, hylian. I ask a question. You give an answer. I asked who you bought it from." Link panted quietly, shaking like a leaf. Somehow, he still managed to muster up a smirk.

"What's it. To ya."

The rito struggled not to slam him into the tree again, for fear he might knock thr hylian out.

"If I tell you why I'm asking, will you answer?" Link shrugged. The rito gripped him harder, grinding him up against the harsh tree bark.

"Yes! Ow!" The rito dropped him, backing away. Link groaned, rubbing at his arm from where thr Rito had him.

"My name is Revali. I'm a bounty hunter chosen by the king to lead the search for the Lost Prince. That is the prince's diadem, now, if he give two shits about your life and your freedom I'd say who sold it too you. Withholding this information is a crime, you know?"

Link nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I bought it off a pawner at the Ridgeland Stable, near the Coliseum? Sold it to me for 800 rupees. Had I known it was Prince Link's I would've asked for more..."

Revali stared at him, his hood and hair still hanging in his face. They sat, staring at each other for a few minutes before Revali sucked in a gasp.

"Put it on." Link's eyes widened in panic.

He doesn't...How could he?

"Doesn't fit."

"Put. It. On."

Link rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his fear as he reach into his satchel, pulling out the diadem. He pulled his hood back, his hair spilling out in long, silky, tendrils across his shoulders. Slowly, fearfully, he placed the crown on his head, staring at the bounty hunter.

Revali stared at him in shock and awe.

"Are you--"

"No." Link took the diadem off, putting it in his bag.

"I'm not the prince, I've never been to the castle, my name isn't even Link!"

"You look like a Link..."

"You look like an overgrown cuckoo!"

#link botw #botw #loz #tloz #botw revali #revalink #to covet anonymity #tca #paws #post a wip Saturday #mandy writes shit

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: s/o is not afraid of anything

A/n: me since I am an ambivert, but a true introvert at heart.

Kim Seokjin:

You and Jin were walking around the amusement park and it was themed Hell Fest. It was getting dark and fake fogs were covering the pathway as many others were either going home or staying longer. Jin clutches onto your hand tightly.

He hates this in his very humble and honest opinion, this is just like their zombie run episode and he was scared senseless while filming the episode.

“(Name) walk faster,” he ushers you to quicken your pace. The garbage can let out a bang as Jin lets go of your hand and scream in fright while you laugh at his terror.

The next thing he saw coming out of the fog and he sees the shape outline of a supposed zombie-- because of the walking style, and he literally went behind you for protection. You wave a ‘hi’ to the zombie with a big smile before tugging Jin along who was very close to you.

“How are you not scared?”

“Jin there's a difference between fake and real-” your sentence was cut off short as a hand went to grab Jin's arm and he let out a shriek next to your ear.

Seems like you're going to have to console him on the way home and at home too.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking home late in the dark as the streetlights were the only sources that provide you both a path to home.

“Yoongi you had been working hard lately, I'll come by tomorrow to give you food okay?” The man nodded at you as he held your hand tighter.

While walking you both stop your steps, that was rummaging sounds from the garbage can. Yoongi pulls you behind him as his eyes peers through the dark where there was no light showing who or what it is there. The sound got louder until a cat jumps out of the dark and Yoongi got scared as he went behind you this time, with a loud scream.

You only laugh at him as the cat came near you and purr at your leg. You bend down to pet the Siamese cat and Yoongi was catching his breath behind you. You were trying to slow your breathing and laughs.

“Ahhhhh! I thought it was someone but it was just a cat!” He wheezes behind you and you look back at him. Yoongi crumpled onto the asphalt ground as his soul left his body. Another cat jump out and attack the Siamese cat and Yoongi scream again.

Once again you were trying to stifle your laughter but failed as you were dying from your silent laughter as no sound came out from your mouth this time.

Poor Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok:

“(Name)!”

A loud scream was heard from the kitchen. You rush in and found Hoseok on the dining table with one slipper about ready to throw.

“What is it?” You asked him with dishelved appearances as you were rudely woke up from your nap.

“There is a spider over there!” He shouts at you in panic while pointing to a corner and there was a pair of slipper thrown there. You went over there and kick his sandal aside and step on the spider. Hoseok got off the table so fast and he cheers a "woohoo!" loudly, as he hugs the life out of you. “You're my hero!”

You push Hoseok off of you and mumble out, “I'm still tired, I'm going back to sleep...” Walking away from him, Hoseok trail after you like a puppy with an imaginary tail swishing behind him.

“Let me cuddle with you!” He practically screams and glomps you on the couch as soon as you sit. Hoseok throws one of his legs over yours, and bring you tightly to his chest.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon watches you play a violent and horror game that was recommended by the fans, while doing a live stream with him. You were so focused that even jump scares don't scare you. He was sitting beside you as you were mashing the letters of the keyboard with your fingers and pressing down so hard that he felt bad for the poor thing.

“Ah! Why isn't this monster dying?!” You shouted at the screen frustratedly while pushing the monster off of your character. Taking a deep gruntle sigh, you manage to take off the monster and kill it. Or you think so.

The screen went all dark of a sudden like it was shut off, and a game cutscene was shown.

Your character was breathing hard and Namjoon leans closer to you and the screen. “What happened?"

The monster pop out and toss your character to the other with a screech and Namjoon jumps back a bit and he was surprised, and you were still the same but with a pissed off face.

“Ah! I didn't waste six health potions on my character for this stupid loser here to come back at me again!” You scream.

Park Jimin:

Jimin and you were inside a dark room and was forced to stay in there and watch a 15-minute clip of pop-ups. Jimin ends up clinging onto you as he would scream and whine into your arm. He clings onto you tightly.

“Tell me when its over! I don't want to look at it!" Just as he says that he peeks and scream. There was a big scary face on the big screen and it digitalizes out. The face was laughing as its voice went from a baby to a deeper voice until a scream blare through the speakers.

You can hear Taehyung and Jungkook laughs loudly through the door on the other side.

“Jimin,” you try to make him look at you and he refuses too. With a slight sigh, you hug him and cover him from the screen as more creepy stuff appears on the screen. “Those are not real, and just hug me tightly if that'll make you feel better.” That made Jimin look up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You guys still got 10 more minutes left!” Taehyung shouted.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had planned a scary event for you as he had you blindfolded and put your hands in the box. He also invited the boys over too.

“I know this texture anywhere. Is this my bearded lizard, Rice?” You nonchalantly ask Taehyung who made an unbelievable cutesy voice at your correctness.

“Can you pretend not to know?”

He puts another thing in there and your hands wander around it. There was wetness around it, as it moves away. “Really? Is this one of my turtle? This is Donatello, isn't it? I also know this shell is kind of dent.”

“Taehyung it looks like its going to take more than that to scare her.” Yoongi comment at the flabbergasted boy.

“Can you let out a fake scream for the sake of my reputation?”

“No can do,” you smile at him and take out your hands from the box and took off the blindfold. “But I got something,” there was a devious smile as you whipped out as you bring out a toy that shoots out cool whip.

“I ain't a part of this,” Yoongi walks away from the group as they all start to scamper away from you.

“You all owned me a whopping!”

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook had been trying to scare you all weeks as he was failing to do so. So he prints out the grudge face and bought an inflatable body while he also bought a wig too. He was determined to get you scared.

He puts them inside the snack closet since you often go there just to eat whenever you can.

Jungkook sits next to you on the couch and grins widely with his teeth shining and you gave him a weird look. He never smiles that wide in his life.

“(Name) can you go get me a pack of chips?” He asks you and you only shrugged and stood up to get snacks since you're going to get yourself some too.

Jungkook look to see if you're gone, and he quickly jumps out of the couch and whips out his phone and gets ready to record. He giggles.

He saw you open the door and the inflatable of the grudge fell out and you only suck in a breath as you pick it up and turn towards him. Giving him a death stare you ask him, “Really? You do know that you're going to have to try harder than that.” Throwing the grudge monster at him, you see his face that still smiles.

“But did you get scared?”

“No.”

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nasa-parker · 6 years

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Not as Bad as She Seems: Part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: Most people avoided you like poison ivy, Peter Parker included although he still had a bit of a crush on you from elementary school. So when the two of you are paired for a science project he’s surprised to find that you’re actually super nice as if he needed more of a reason to like you. Guess looks and rumors truly do deceive especially since you’d never guess he was a superhero.

Words: 1,312

Warnings: swearing, if you have something against science and/or science projects (particularly chemistry), Peter snaps, mental illness is talked about (specifically bipolar disorder), also reader mentions her dad has dipped

Tags: @@tasteofswallowedwords , @vinndetta

A/N: I’m trying to update weekly you guys lol, I wonder how long that'll last. I watched Infinity War yesterday so trying to finish this part up hurt. Anyways, I definitely don’t think this is super good, but I tried. As always, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated (even just saying you liked it is appreciated ok)

Playlist: Not as Bad as She Seems

Parts: 1 2 | Masterlist

The next day you walked into your chemistry class to see a very disheveled Peter. You took your seat, but couldn’t help but look over. He looked much more tired than he usually did, which doesn’t really mean much, but it was probably the way he didn’t even crack a smile at any of the jokes Ned told.

“Alright everyone, go off and sit next to your partner. I expect you all to have a chosen project idea by the end of the week. Make sure to have back-ups because I am not allowing anyone to have the same project. First come, first served,” our teacher said from behind her desk. You nodded, knowing that you and Peter had a wide variety of choices so you guys didn’t really have to worry about it. Peter walked over looking as if he would collapse onto the floor any minute. “Not to be nosy, but are you okay Peter?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, partially waking him up. “Oh. Yeah, I’m good, just a really long night ya know?” “Oh, definitely." “I’m sorry in advance if I don’t make sense today, but I researched your suggestions and I found the invisible ink and non-toxic ink projects pretty cool,” he shrugged and laid his head “Peter you didn’t have to get back to me today. I was hoping you would have chosen one by, like, Thursday.” “It’s okay, I had free time.” You didn’t believe Peter but figured there wasn’t really much you could do other than believe him.

“If you say so,” you shifted in your seat, “I feel like we should do the invisible ink one, it always seemed super interesting.”

Peter nodded, but he seemed to not paying attention. You sighed and took out your notebook since you figured it’d be better for you to discuss your project topic when he could actually focus.

You weren’t close enough to Peter to get a true answer as to what might be wrong, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you were okay with it. You began to doodle in your notebook to pass the time, nothing necessarily good; you actually didn’t mind being bad or average at things you enjoyed doing. You might have even deemed the silence between you and Peter comfortable until silence went around the room. It’s always uncomfortable when silence falls over a room, but you could feel people’s eyes on you and Peter. Not only that, but you could hear everything everyone was saying.

“Do you think she finally snapped?”

“Poor Peter.”

“Must suck to have to deal with such an unstable partner.”

“He’s gone through enough.”

You hadn’t realized you were putting pressure on your mechanical pencil until you heard the plastic break. Everyone seemed startled at the sound, almost as if it reminded them that you were still there. You wished they didn’t need to be reminded.

You wanted to cry; not only do all your classmates seem to assume the worst of you, but you realized that Peter might have stayed up all night researching the projects you had listed because he was scared you would pummel his face in if he didn’t.

“Y/N-

“You should probably ask to be reassigned.”

“If no one else takes you in their group you’ll fail-

“I’d rather I fail than you. Maybe I’ll see you around Parker.” You pivoted your body and got off the stool. Peter looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. You were halfway out the door when your teacher, Mrs. Morgan, finally spoke.

“If you leave my class you’ll have to serve detention after school today Y/N.”

“What because she doesn’t want to deal with all the stares people give her? Because she doesn’t want to deal with her classmates constantly asking if she snapped?”

“Peter calm down-

“No! Why is she the only one being reprimanded when you could clearly hear everything everyone was saying about her?”

“Peter, please-

“This isn’t even the first time this has happened! She’s dealt with this time and time again and no one’s done anything!”

“Y/N hasn’t reported anything-

“She shouldn’t have to! You literally just witnessed it yourself!”

“If she doesn’t-

“If you would just do your job properly-

“Detention.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’ll be serving detention today after school Peter. I hope you’re happy.”

“You’re the one who has to live on knowing that you’ve allowed Y/N to continue to be essentially harassed,” Peter grabbed his backpack and stormed off grabbing your arm in the process. “Where do you usually go when you do this?”

“The auditorium’s attic,” you say softer than you had intended. You could tell Peter was upset, his strides were long and purposeful, but his steps faltered at your words.

“Our auditorium has an attic?” Peter looked at you curiously, his anger was still there but it was as if he was controlling it so you wouldn't feel like it was aimed at you.

“Yeah, I found out about it over the summer when I was helping with our school’s fall production,” you said.

“You should probably lead the way then,” Peter said and let go of your arm.

“Yeah I guess so, come on,” he extended his arm to you and you tentatively took his hand and pulled him along.

“So, you wanna tell me why you were so upset you snapped at Mrs. Morgan?” you asked once he took a proper seat on one of the lawn chairs. “Of course you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“I, um, I lost the Stark internship,” Peter said quietly. He doesn’t know what possessed him to tell you, but he felt this urge to trust you.

“Oh Peter, I am so sorry. I cannot begin to even imagine what that would be like.”

“It fucking sucks, I can tell you that much,” Peter cleared his throat, feeling himself choke up. “What about you? Liz mentioned something about your mom and dad yesterday didn’t she? I mean, you don’t have to talk about it, but I just- yeah.”

A small laugh escaped your lips which made him smile. You were nervous, but you could tell that he was too. “We can trade facts about ourselves, Peter. My mom has bipolar disorder. It was always really hard trying to figure out whether she’d be up to take my brother and me to school, but when my dad was around he would help balance things out. Now though, I have to handle taking care of my brother, my mom, and myself.”

“Is there any medication she could take to help?” Peter asked softly. He didn’t know much about mental illnesses, but he did know what it was like having to take on the responsibility of taking care of others.

“Yeah, but the insurance we have doesn’t cover it and we can’t afford it on our own,” you said quietly.

“Is that why people keep asking if you’ve snapped?”

“Bipolar disorder tends to run in families so it’s likely I might have inherited it. I haven’t displayed any of the signs, which is good, but I can’t be completely sure that I won’t ever. Most people just think my mom is crazy and assume that if I’m not like her now I will be soon enough so better not to get too close.”

“They’re idiots. All of them.” Peter had a certain look on his face that you couldn’t quite figure out. You gave him a smile, which made him grin. Soon enough you were both grinning like idiots at each other and had there been better lighting you both would have noticed the blush on each other’s cheeks.

“So I take it that you won’t be asking to be reassigned partners?”

“You wish it’d be that easy to get rid of me Y/N.”

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #spider man #spider man x reader #lilia writes

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