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lssugaluv · 1 month

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Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

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wandasfifthwife · 4 months

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RAINBOW DASH | HURT/COMFORT

Paring: Rainbow Dash x fem!reader

Content: you and Rainbow were excited to enter into the competition together up until she begins to prefer another teammate over you

tw: established relationship (rainbow x reader), hurt/comfort, insecure!reader, arguments, jealousy, make up, rainbow is mean (uses your insecurities against you), happy ending, there is a kiss (oh nooo)

Note: both characters are 17-18 years old in their senior year of high school, do not copy my work, not proofread— enjoy!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You two have been talking about it for months. The senior competition.

Rainbow sat beside you, animatedly talking about the challenges the competition said to have to the one’s who listened. The cafeteria was filled, everyone eventually joining the table as they left their last class.

Sunset had been listening for the past ten minutes, amused but not surprised at Rainbow’s rambles.

“It’s no surprise to any of us that you’re excited Rainbow,” Sunset shifts in her set, “we’re all coming to watch.”

Rainbow makes a sound with her mouth, “of course you will. Who isn’t?”

You feel awkward at the table, almost removed. You want to feel excited for the both of you, but there’s a nagging voice in your mind saying you’re going to hold Rainbow back with your weaker athletic abilities.

Sunset repeating your name multiple times has you blinking to regain focus.

“Are you alright?”

You force a smile at her and Rainbow.

“Never better.”

Rainbow continues her rambling. You smile at her, ignoring the look Sunset was giving you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rainbow lets out an excited sound, pulling you close to her. You wrap your arms around her as well, shutting your eyes tight.

“There’s no chance we’re going to loose. After this week of practice, they’ll all going down.”

You hum in her chest, pulling her closer, not wanting to go work out just yet. She reciprocates for only a second before pushing you back and running onto the field.

You bite your cheek and follow, trying to tell yourself that you’re being stupid and she wouldn’t think such things of you. If for some reason she did, why did she choose you as her partner?

The first few practices go well. With Rainbow occasionally teasing you and telling you little details through the day, it makes you forget about the other’s at practice as well.

The fourth day of practice, a girl about your age approaches Rainbow while the two of you are stretching.

“Breathe, are you wanting to pass out?”

You laugh, opening your mouth to respond when the girl begins to address Rainbow.

“Hey Rainbow.”

You look up from your toes, going to smile at the girl but she pays you no mind. Rainbow smiles awkwardly at her, laughing.

“Hey,” she draws the word out, “long time no see?”

The girl rolls her eyes.

“You clearly don’t remember me. We played soccer together back in middle school before I moved away?”

The hand that was resting on your back leaves to take the girl’s hand to pull Rainbow to stand. You shiver from the cold air, missing the warmth of her hand. A genuine smile comes on Rainbow’s face.

“Lane? Oh my gosh, it’s been so long! What’re you doing here?”

Lane smiles back, “for the competition. My family and I moved back here not too long ago.”

A whistle blows, indicating the stretching time has ended. Lane looks behind her to who you assume is her partner for the tournament.

“I’ll see you later, Dash.”

Rainbow waves, staring at her leave. You get up from your stretch, placing a hand on her shoulder, smiling.

“We should meet up with the others for the next part now, yeah?”

She smiles back, “yeah sure, right. Let’s go.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

There was a day left of practice. The competition being only a day away was taking a toll on Rainbow. It showed in her words and actions.

She pushed you harder. Some of her words were being spoken mindlessly, but you excused them, chalking it up to nerves.

You knew her, these words weren’t how she actually felt. She’s gotten nervous like this before. That’s what you told yourself, but the last practice ended in tears after Rainbow had walked you home.

You didn’t tell her of course. She waited until you got inside your home safely and she still texted you when she returned safely. All was fine, she was just stressed.

Rainbow stands beside you now, barely stretching as she chats with Lane. That’s all this week has been since she’s showed up.

Lane this and Lane that. This competition was supposed to be a memory spent between the two of you.

You push everything down, laying on the grass watching Rainbow fail at keeping her cool talking to Lane. You roll your eyes dramatically, hating how this other girl was taking time you and Dash could’ve had.

Rainbow is still mindlessly chatting with Lane when you pat her leg immaturely wanting her to pay attention at you.

“Hey Rare, pass me my bottle?”

She doesn’t even look to you as she grabs your water bottle from the stands and sets it by your head. An ugly feeling begins to crawl in your heart at the action.

You lay defeated, ignoring her and looking up to the sky instead. Lane laughs at something Rainbow says and just you want to mock the way she sounds.

“My goodness, I do remember that! We made such a good team, Dash.”

It’s as if in that moment you could feel Lane’s glare. You look to the two of them and Lane smiled at you.

“Dash, what if we teamed up again for training tomorrow? Like old times?”

You try to hide the way your heart stutters at the question. Rainbow stutters from her question as well, looking down to you but you had already looked away. She laughs, something she does when she’s nervous.

“Uh- I. Are you okay if—?”

Lane cuts Rainbow off, scoffing.

“You have to ask her? It’s just a competition, nothing to it. We can do all our moves from middle school, come on.”

Rainbow stares at you, feeling a bit awkward at the way you were ignoring her. She takes your silence as an answer.

“Yeah, let’s.”

Lane lets out an excited shout, setting her hand on Rainbow’s arm.

“Perfect! Can’t wait Rainbow! Oh and your friend can have my partner, they’ll do just fine.”

When Lane leaves there’s a heavy silence between the two of you. You can feel your heart beat in your ears with how hard it was beating.

Rainbow sits by you on the ground, you can tell she feels uncomfortable. You had your arms crossed on your stomach. She looks at you, knowing she’s done wrong.

Rainbow leans her head on her arm, using her other hand to trace your fingers. Despite being upset, you don’t move away from her touch. When you barely budge or smile from her small gesture, she sighs moving to intertwine your hands.

“If it matters to you I can go tell Lane I don’t want to be teammates tomorrow.”

Your insecurities fall away a bit, appreciative that she cares to check in on you. You turn your head to face her, meeting her eyes.

“You just want to have fun with an old friend. It’s fine.”

She smiles, squeezing your hand.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tomorrow was the competition. It was weird at lunch when the conversation of you two doing the competition changed to Rainbow and Lane doing it. It was fine.

You go about as normal when you get to the locker room, grabbing the clothes from your locker to change. Another girl sits by you as you began to tie your shoes.

“I’m Flint. We’re training today since Rainbow Dash and Lane are teaming.”

You hum in acknowledgment, introducing yourself to her as well before you two excited onto the field. Practice was weird with Flint. Training began and you had to explain what stretching was to Flint as she just stood there cluelessly.

It seemed Rainbow and Lane picked it up where they left it. You should be happy for her, but you felt a bit jealous every time you saw them.

She didn’t walk you home that day, saying she wanted to spend more time with Lane. You forced a smile, and let her go after a hug. You two were fine.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The morning of the competition you texted Rainbow your excitement before heading to school. She told you at the beginning of the week that she’d wait for you by your lockers at 9:30AM before the tournament, but it was empty.

You changed into the school’s uniform and sat, waiting. Other students came in and left and before you knew it about an hour had passed.

You call Rainbow, and you hear her phone ring from behind you. Opening her locker, her phone lies on top of her clothes, buzzing. There was twenty minutes before the tournament started.

The locker room was empty besides for you as everyone had already made their way outside. You sat back on the bench, confused and worried as to why she hasn’t shown up.

Rainbow enters the room seconds later, smiling at Lane. You cross to room, standing in front of Lane.

“Can you excuse us?”

Lane gives Rainbow a look, “see you out there.”

Rainbow’s face is blank when she looks to you and it scares you. Your heart jumps in anxiety, going to the worst possible place that she’s breaking up with you.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what she’s told you before. She cares, you have to remind yourself that. She cares and she would want to know how you’re feeling.

“Rainbow, I have been here for an hour. You said on Monday to meet you here at 9:30.”

“Did I say that?”

She says looking off to the side, rubbing her neck.

“Yes, you did. What’s going on?”

“I just,” she begins, “I swapped partners. Look I know you wanted to do this with me, but Lane is just… so awesome and she’ll help us win.”

Your heart dropped, “oh.”

“Yeah,” she draws it out, “sorry. It’s not that you’re bad. She’s just… better.”

She pats your shoulder before heading to her locker, setting an item away. Anger begins to fill where hurt is.

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

You whisper, too quiet for Rainbow to understand but loud enough for her to hear your voice. Rainbow turns around, changing her shirt into your school jersey.

“What?”

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

She laughs, “because it’s fun?”

“No, it means more than that for you to just ditch me completely.”

“Woah,” she puts her hands up, “I’m not ditching you.”

“Well obviously yes you are Rainbow if you’ve changed our team information this morning? I never cared for this competition, I only joined it to support and spend time with you.”

Rainbow closes her locker, “look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? It’s only for a day.”

“It’s a big deal to me Rainbow. This competition has changed you, you’ve been ignoring me and it hurts. You only care for Lane because she compliments your huge ego. You didn’t even care to correct her when she called me, “your friend.”

Rainbow’s heart hurts at the truth in your words. Instead of accepting your calling out of her recent behaviors, the hurt turns to anger. Her pride taking up too much room to care to talk maturely.

“Maybe if you were half the person Lane is, I wouldn’t have ditched you.”

She immediately regrets what she says the moment it came out of her mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong for thinking you cared.”

Your voice shook when you said it, but your eyes were cold looking at her. Your face contorted into one of hurt, tears filling your eyes as you shoved your stuff into your bag.

Rainbow calls out your name, following after you. Since everyone was mandated to either go to the game and head home, the hallways were left empty. You ignored her, trying to not cry as you crossed the school grounds. The yells of the student section could be heard from inside, echoing through the darkened hallways.

Once you reach the hallway leading to the entrance, Rainbow catches up to you, stopping you. She stands in front, holding her arms out. When she sees your tear-stained face, she cowards.

“Move Rainbow.”

“Will you just listen to me? I’m sorry, alright? I did only care about winning and it did make me change our position. I just wanted to make everyone see that I was able to win the senior year team.”

“And that’s great Rainbow, really.”

You make a move to swerve around her, but she doesn’t let you. You bit your cheek looking away from her, trying not to cry anymore than the amount you have.

“I’m sorry. I should have never valued winning more than you, and I should have never said what I said back there. Lane and you are two totally different people. Like she’s awesome and all, but she’s not you.”

You don’t respond, instead you just lean back against the lockers behind you. You slide onto the ground, your bag flopping beside you. Rainbow comes and sits beside you.

“I really am sorry. I should have never entertained what you’ve said before makes you feel insecure just because I was upset.”

“No you shouldn’t have.”

She fidgets with her fingers beside you. The two of you sitting in silence. She looks to you.

“Can you forgive me? I promise I won’t do any of this again.”

You look at her, “you won’t do it again?”

She nods, and you give her a watery smile, a tear falling down your cheek. She leans her body into you, smiling back.

She glances down to your lips, silently asking. When you nod, she moves closer is possible, adjusting herself.

You close your eyes as her hand comes up hold your face, wiping the tear away. She pulls your face closer, kissing you.

“I love you,” you whisper to her.

“Uh duh, of course you do.”

#rainbow dash x reader #mlp x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader

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general--winter · 1 year

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How Genin Sasuke, Sakura, Rock Lee, Neji, Hinata react to the reader leaving the village to go train with their sensei, and in their farewell kiss them and give them a bracelet and promise to come back

author's note: this is becoming my favorite passtime. the genin konoha 12 give me life, they are so adorable.

rating: general

fandom: naruto

pairings: genin!uchiha sasuke x gn!reader, genin!haruno sakura x gn!reader, genin!rock lee x gn!reader, genin!hyuga neji x gn!reader, genin!hyuga hinata x gn!reader

word count: 2250

warnings: canon-typical content

summary: The genin squad and reader say goodbye to each other to train.

Uchiha Sasuke

Sasuke was already in a delicate state following the Forest of Death portion of the chunin exams. His curse mark was sealed, sure, and he secured his passage to the tournament. But he could see that the next month would be pure and utter hell. The only thing that he thought would get him through was being able to annoy you with his attitude.

That hope was lost when you told him you were leaving later that day to train for the next round as well. Somewhere far away. You won’t be back for a month. Sasuke didn’t really hear much after that. He would scoff, push you away verbally, the works. Yeah, you weren’t his friend or anything, never were. You’re abandoning him like everyone else, how could you be?

“Go away and train. It’s not like it will do anything for you.”

A melancholy smile would blossom on your face. Wordlessly, you would step towards Sasuke and kiss his cheek. Huh? What? But you just said you were leaving him alone for the next month. He’s absolutely baffled by your conflicting actions. Before he could figure out just what the hell was going on, you would grab his hand and slip a simple metal bangle on his wrist. In an act of defense, Sasuke would push you away and grimace.

However, that didn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You were pushed away physically but not mentally. Not emotionally. In a moment of vulnerability you would say to Sasuke: “I will be back. Don’t worry yourself, alright?” He wasn’t convinced until you raised your own hand and showed him a matching bracelet on your own wrist. “These will symbolize our bond for the next month. And beyond, if you don’t mind,” you would say, winking at him.

Even though Sasuke’s face was set into a deep scowl, his true feelings were betrayed by the fact that he wasn’t blowing up on you or trying to rip the bracelet off. He was just twirling it around his wrist with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. You would smile at him once more, a cheery and bright one this time, as you waved to him and followed the road to the gate of the village to meet your teacher.

The bangle would become Sasuke’s most prized possession; he wouldn’t take it off for anything for a time. While I do think he would take it off after leaving the village, in an effort to destroy all of his bonds and gain power, something repressed within him couldn’t get rid of it. So instead, he would carry it in the depths of his packs to forget about it, though it would frustrate him from time to time. When he eventually comes back to the village and sees you still wearing yours after all the time you’ve been apart, he is consumed by grief and tries his best to reconnect with you. Now, he can never be seen without his own bracelet — he even sleeps with it on.

Haruno Sakura

Sakura has a sixth sense when it comes to people leaving the village to train. So, I honestly think she would figure out that it’s what you wanted to do with your sensei before you even made up your mind. She saw it in your eyes when you looked up to your teacher. The adoration, the determination. It was the same way Sakura looked at Tsunade.

Your imminent departure was bittersweet for her, however. Sakura was certain that she loved you, in that thirteen year old crush way. When you pick someone and make your entire personality obsessing over them. You guys hung out all of the time too, goofing off and getting meals around Konoha. Sakura could really be herself around you. What would she do without you?

Maybe she could go with you! But Tsunade was the Hokage, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to train Sakura from so far away. So, she brainstormed. What could possibly keep the two of you connected for so long? If you truly were going away, you may be gone as long as Naruto said he would be. That’s three years. You might forget about her.

These thoughts swirled in her head for days, waiting for your departure day to bid you farewell. Would she be able to send you letters? Maybe she can visit you when she’s off. Or perhaps you’ll visit the village yourself!

Before Sakura knew it, though, she was standing face-to-face with you at the gate of Konoha, tears streaming down her face. The insecurities of the past few days rose up to the surface, and she moved forward to hug you. Before she could, though, you held out a carved wooden bracelet, the birch wood scraped down to perfect beads and strung together with a piece of wire.

“I made one for myself, too. So we’ll be connected no matter how far apart we are. I will be back, though, so this is only temporary!” you told Sakura, a smile gracing your features despite your tears. She would collapse into your arms with another sob, crushing your bones in a hug. You reciprocated, placing a kiss on her forehead before letting go and walking away with your sensei. Sakura would never forget that moment, and neither would you. Three years is a long time but she’ll wait for you. There’s an end in sight, and she is reminded every time she puts on your bracelet.

Rock Lee

Now Rock Lee, I think he would actually go with you if you were to leave to train for a period of time longer than a month or two. We’re talking about a boy who will absolutely be whipped for anyone he crushes on with a mentor that is friends with conceivably every jonin-level ninja in the village. Yeah, y’all are training together if you let him. However, he would learn that you’re leaving on the day of, so this scenario still goes down.

I think Lee would take the news very bad at first and dramatically beg you to stay in the village. He would be on his hands and knees begging you, holding your hands in a vice grip to keep you from getting away from him. There would definitely be tears shed. Lee is just that kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve and is full of dramatics!

You would give him a simple steel bracelet, with some weight to it, of course, while he’s still trying to get you to stay. “Lee, please don’t worry about me. I’ll only be gone for a short while,” you would tell him amusedly. “Keep this bracelet on to remind yourself of me. I’ll be wearing a similar one, so we won’t be completely disconnected while I’m away.”

Now Lee would be blushing and you would have actually made him stop talking for a second. His hands were still clasped onto your wrists, so you would help him up… sneaking a kiss onto his lips very quickly. You would make him question if you even did it, but he knows his senses do not lie. You just kissed him. Like, for real. His face would get even more red, if that’s even possible. There was no way Rock Lee thought he would be able to take another step in his life as he watched you release yourself from his grip, wave goodbye, and turn around to go.

“I need to find Guy-sensei! We will train together!” he would shout, going against his body’s instincts and darting around to find his teacher. Of course, I think Might Guy would be up for an adventure and to help his precious student experience “the joys of youth”. So before you leave the village, Might Guy and Lee catch up with you and your teacher, bags hastily packed and ready for a journey.

“After what just happened, I cannot let you go to train alone! I will keep you company!” Rock Lee would exclaim, making it your turn to blush. Whoever your sensei is, they would be more than happy for you to have a friend and Might Guy tag along, perhaps you two would be able to take each other to new heights by sharing the experience of training together. Well, if you’re learning from Kakashi he would be miffed about this, but him and Guy are still friends so I think he would still allow it (and be secretly happy that his entertainment beyond Icha Icha is figured out).

Hyuga Neji

So you really decided to go. It had been a point of discussion between you and Neji for a few weeks. After all, you respected his opinion as a professional ninja, so you wanted to see what he thought about taking some time off to go and train rigorously. At first, he would be against it, halfway for selfish reasons and halfway for practical ones. Neji wouldn’t say outright that he would miss you, but it’s implied, since he tells you with uncharacteristic vigor about how taking missions from Konoha is one of the best ways to grow your skills.

After deliberating with a lot of other people, though, the Hokage herself included, you notice that Neji was the only voice of dissent. Everyone else thought that getting out of your home to experience new things without being bound by duty was a fantastic idea for your personal growth as a shinobi. Naturally, you would become suspicious, since you already had an inkling that Neji felt some sort of way towards you. He was ever so slightly nicer with you, he would fix your mistakes during training more kindly than with others, etc. And you have to say, if Neji does in fact have a crush on you, you feel the same way.

You hatch up a plan to confront Neji about this when you leave, and when the day comes, it’s genuinely a little nerve-wracking. What if you had guessed wrong? What if Neji was just giving you some genuine advice all of those years? And he really wasn’t treating you with any favoritism, you were just imagining it because you wanted to? It was too late to back down, though, when you were met face-to-face with Neji and were holding a gift bag with an intricately carved wooden bracelet that matched the one you always wore.

“Hey Neji, I’m leaving for training soon. I’ll be gone a long time, so I… wanted to give you this bracelet to remember me. It seemed like you didn’t want me to go, so I thought it would be appropriate to get you something to remember me by." You would say this to him, put the bag in his hands, and kiss him before he could even register what was going on. Your back would turn to him and start to leave. Neji would grab your hand with as much composure as possible before you could retreat too far, looking into your eyes and saying "Thank you," before letting you go.

Hyuga Hinata

Hinata experiences intense dismay when she learns that you're leaving. She hasn't even had the opportunity to talk to you more than pleasantries and discussion about training! Mainly because you seem to brush her off at every opportunity. But even with this kick to actually go up to you, Hinata is paralyzed by fear. You're her crush, what if you reject her? What if you hate her after she tries to just become your closer friend?

The same thoughts were running through your head. You really liked Hinata ever since your Academy days, but her aloof personality towards you made you think that she is scared of you, hesitant to even interact with you for some reason. So, you tended to keep your distance out of respect. But if you would be leaving for a year, it would be perfect for a coward like you to confess and then jump ship.

That is exactly what you planned, though it seemed rude to leave Hinata high and dry like that. Thus, you packaged a letter confessing your feelings with a gemstone bracelet that you managed to buy in the shopping district. It matched with your own, so you figured that if you came back and Hinata was wearing the bracelet, she reciprocated.

On the day you left, Hinata was beating herself up that she didn't have the guts to go up to you at the gate, only waving you goodbye with all of your friends. She was sulking in her room when a messenger bird picked on her window. Inside of the package it carried was a letter and a small gift.

Hinata, I'm dearly sorry for the way I'm about to do this. I really, really like you. I understand it's the coward's way out, sending you a letter like this after I've left Konoha for a year. But I get the impression that you are scared of me, so I held back for the past few years. Please, accept this gift, and if you return my feelings, wear it until I return so I can see it with you.

Of course, the day you return, Hinata is proudly displaying her bracelet that she never took off to you with a red blush across her cheeks. You lean in to kiss the blush away, but it only deepens as your lips grace her face.

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kenneth-omega · 2 years

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 31/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing, lil’ mentions of smutty stuff, hint of crack ship kenny x eddie?

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: Seriously I’d like to think that the majority of the roster would fuck Kenny Omega, because how could you not? 😂 Also I know Adam Cole is currently off injured and most likely won’t return till All Out (maybe to start shit with the Elite) but let’s all just pretend that our BayBay is okay. Also soft!Ken w/glasses is making me so emotional.

For Reference:

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Following Wednesday’s match, Kenny was better than ever. Sure, he was sore and suffering for it the next morning, but he wouldn’t once complain about it to anyone. Although people could see it on his face whenever he went to stand up or move everyone knew he’d never admit it if you asked him.

The next morning also bore a social media shitstorm following the episode that aired.

You woke up earlier than usual due to the incessant pinging of your phone, which was a result of your Twitter blowing up, something which didn’t happen to you often. Confused and still half asleep you manage to pull up the tweets of numerous wrestling fans tagging you in however many posts regarding you and Kenny last night. Some belonged to wrestling news companies a few of which you recognised, some were dirt sheet accounts and even some of the bigger journalists had also retweeted. Then there was the cringy, TMZ-style accounts that liked to use clickbait titles.

You read a few of the headlines, your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“ALPHA IN BED WITH THE CLEANER?!?”

“CORI AND KENNY, TAKING AEW AS THE NEW POWER COUPLE!”

The big kicker of it all was a photo of the two of you walking up the ramp together, Kenny’s face turned away and buried in your hair, which you clearly remember was the point where he’d reassured you that he was alright following the match.

Innocent enough, but from the photographer’s angle it looks as though Kenny is kissing you on the head. The perception is twisted enough that it looks like a caring embrace between you both, rather than the reality, the truth, of you acting as a human crutch for him. You groan inwardly and slam the phone down on the bed, already feeling a headache coming on from what the long day will bring.

At this point there’s no use trying to go back to sleep and so you drag your fed up, already-over-it ass out of bed and into the shower.

By the time you’ve showered and exited the bathroom the news has spread throughout the AEW roster, with some even going so far as to like or even retweet some of the posts.

Sure there are a few funny tweets, but the one which really caught your eye came from Britt Baker. She had retweeted the post about you and Kenny becoming AEW’s new power couple with some rolling eye emojis. You noticed that Adam Cole had also been tagged in this.

Fuck.

You knew that following the return of Kenny, Adam Cole was due to come sniffing around, ready to start a faction feud. You were also supposed to be going into your newest, long awaited feud with the one and only DMD. As you were pleasant with Britt for the most part offscreen, you knew that this tweet was merely a tactic to build up some hype.

An unknown number pops up at the top of your screen, attempting to call as you contemplate on whether having a mini meltdown would make you feel better.

Answering the call, you apprehensively wait for a voice at the other end.

“I guess you’ve seen Twitter?” Kenny’s smooth voice came through on the line, making you fumble and nearly drop the damn phone.

You laugh nervously, unsure what he’s doing calling you about it. He mustn't be happy if he’s managed to get your number just to speak to you about it this early. “I have, unfortunately.” You reply.

“Unfortunately? I think it’s great.” He chuckles, his humoured laugh seeming content and not at all disgusted. You’re surprised at his reaction, still unsure whether he’s joking.

“You do?”

“Look at it this way. I want more matches leading up to All Out so I can be on my top game for the event. My next one isn’t for another 2 weeks, which I can’t say I’m best pleased about. I suggest we have some fun with this and maybe we can...wrestle together?” He trails off at the end, almost seeming to lose his bottle as he proposes the crazy plan to you. Does he think you’ll say no?

You remain silent on your end, still processing the proposal and trying to think logistically about how this was going to work. You already knew that you and Britt would be going head to head at All Out, following the past few weeks of you wrestling Jamie Hayter and Britt often gate-crashing your interviews, so it made sense.

With a shaky laugh you agree to go along with it, still not able to believe that this was genuinely happening. Considering you’d only woken up half an hour ago you’d hate to entertain the idea that this was just some twisted dream you were going to wake up from.

Kenny’s excitement seems palpable through the phone.

“Great! Save my number, I’m going to call Tony and give him the run down of this new angle. Speak to you later, doll.” He ends the call before you have a chance to reply.

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Having gotten dressed, you venture downstairs to source food. You’ve grown a decent appetite after last night and having woken up earlier than usual this morning you’re practically drooling by the time the scent of hot food hits your nose. You hadn’t bothered to message anyone to see if they would join you, somehow feeling like the last thing you needed was to draw more attention to yourself.

That doesn’t stop people from approaching you however. As you line up to get your coffee, a dire need and the first thing you want to pass your lips, someone begins singing the playground song of “Kenny and Cori sitting in a tree-” behind you.

Although it doesn’t sound quite how you remember it as the lyrics finish off spelling “F-U-C-K-I-N-G”.

You turn on the spot to find Eddie giving you a devilish grin, holding his own coffee as he pokes fun at your expense.

“Ed?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah princess?” He replies, ruffling your hair affectionately with one of his big paw-like hands. Without further notice you stick your middle finger in his face. “Hey, watch yourself sweetheart, I’ll bite that off.” He jokes, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

Eddie was like a large, often angry, older brother to you. He was rough on the edges and soft on the inside, which you didn’t see come out often except for when the people nearest to him got hurt or upset. You now liked to compare him to the British chef Gordon Ramsay, much to his dislike, after having binge-watched a lot of Kitchen Nightmares.

“Give it a rest Ed, I woke up to my Twitter looking like a car crash. Did you know I’ve already had over ten DM’s just from this morning from various men and women claiming Kenny to be their husband? They’re threatening to come and lynch me at the next show for ‘stealing their man’. Like, what the fuck!” You sigh heavily, sipping your coffee as the two of you step aside to allow other people queuing to get their preferred hot drink.

“Omega’s a sought after man. I know people in the locker room that would go for a ride on that guy.” He mentions nonchalantly. His harmless comment sets you on edge at the thought. You shouldn’t have cared, since there wasn’t anything going on between you both.

And yet...It annoyed you.

“How pleasant.” You remark, unable to stop the tone from sounding bitter. Eddie wheezes with laughter, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in a comforting gesture.

“All I’m gonna say is if I was a dude who liked dudes...I would too.”

With that, Eddie leaves you to enjoy, or rather sulk, over your coffee alone.

As soon as you find a seat that’s out of the way, hugging the edge of the room so as not to be easily spotted, two chairs are being pulled up in front of you. Matt and Nick plop themselves down, arms folded and looking like a pair of Siamese cats, with grins a mile wide.

“Not now guys. It’s only 8:30!” You whine, rubbing your temples as the threat of a headache begins.

Matt begins first. “We’re not here to tease or poke fun, just to ask you honestly-”

You slam your hands down on the table, interrupting him, your patience having finally worn thin. “NO! Kenny and I have not fucked and we’re not secretly dating. We didn’t plan for this to happen but now it is happening and it’s going to be part of a storyline with Britt and Adam!” With an exhausted sigh you plant your head on the table in front of you with a dull thud, feeling frustrated and tense.

The Bucks don’t say anything more, seemingly embarrassed that they were the one’s to break you.

“Sorry Y/N.” Matt apologises, Nick nodding along. The two of them take one of your hands each, waiting for you to lift your head and look at them. They both wear sheepish smiles, hoping that you won’t remain too mad at them for long. It’s impossible to do so and you can’t help but match them with a smile of your own.

Your phone pings noisily beside you and you glance over the screen as it lights up. It’s Kenny.

K: Hey, you free? x

You curse yourself for getting a little giddy about the ‘x’ at the end. You send them platonically to Ethan all the time, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Removing your hands from Matt and Nick’s you pick the mobile up and chew on your bottom lip as you re-read his text, debating whether it was worth lying and making up some weak excuse. You decide against it, not wanting to be dishonest with him.

C: Hi! I’m not doing anything right now, what’s up? x

You’d thought long and hard about whether to put the ‘x’ back, but again had to argue with yourself that this meant nothing, it was just friendly intentions. Placing your phone back down you look back at the Jackson’s.

Matt nods in the direction of your phone. “What’s Kenny want?”

Rolling your eyes you turn the phone over so the screen is face down. “Stop reading my texts dude.”

Matt laughs, with Nick scoffing.

“You think we don’t know when you’re texting a guy you like? You do this weird face where you look like you’re trying to figure out a really hard puzzle.” Nick imitates the face, making you cringe inwardly.

“Do I?” You groan, hating how awful your poker face was. Matt snaps his fingers and points at you, whilst Nick slaps his brother’s arm, his eyebrows wiggling.

“So you admit it then? You do like him.”

This time it was your turn to scoff at them both, folding your arms across your chest defensively.

“I didn’t admit shit and you know it. Stop trying to put words in my mouth. I knew you were trying to sabotage me yesterday morning when you completely blindsided me and let me make a dick of myself in front of him!”

“Whatever, that’s by the by.” Nick waves it off like their confession was irrelevant to the conversation, “We know you’re crushing on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve idolised him for the past six years or anything.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall all the times you would ramble to the Bucks about their friend and how you admired him. You only ever meant as a wrestler and had never said anything to them about having feelings for him. Yet it was still that obvious?

You thought he was attractive and alright, sometimes on a night you wondered how he would feel between your legs rather than just your lonely hand. Occasionally you’d say his name when you finally hit that sensual high, but it had only ever been a whisper into a dark, empty room.

The lustful thoughts that cloud your head eventually clear when the sound of your phone pinging cuts through like a knife. Throwing the brothers a glare as they smirk at you, you pick the phone up and read the message.

K: Come to the gym and dress appropriate. Or dress inappropriate if you like. See you in 10 x

From the way your brain conjures up the dirtiest thoughts after reading that text you realise that you are well and truly doomed.

No good can come from this.

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As you head through the front doors of the nearby gym, the one that Kenny had text you the address for, you start to wonder if you should just bail and text him with some last minute reason.

Your conversation with the Bucks had left you unravelled, debating and arguing with yourself as you had hurriedly gotten change into some gym attire, telling yourself that this whole thing was a mistake.

Your Twitter was still a hot bed of activity, so much so that you’d decided to mute the app entirely, refusing to get any more invasive notifications come through.

Scanning the room you note that there’s not many people around, with one bored receptionist and a PT helping some guy on the far left. To the right was a full size ring, something which you hadn’t expected, predicting this to be a standard gym full of the usual equipment.

As you go to turn back, hoping to leave before you text Kenny to say you can’t make it, a voice calls out to you.

“There’s my beautiful partner.” Kenny announces rather proudly, sauntering over to you, his curls half-tied in a bun and wearing a black stretch shirt that hugs every inch of him. His words send butterflies scattering in your stomach.

“Partner?” You echo dumbly, your brain trying to play catch up.

Kenny’s eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinises your face. His cheerful demeanour is gone as he searches your eyes for answers to his unspoken questions. “Is something wrong?” He eventually queries aloud.

God, were you really that much of an open book?

Shaking your head you force a smile, deferring from his question as you ask one of your own.

“Why are we here?”

Kenny lights up with insurmountable giddiness, his serious attitude disappearing.

“To wrestle. I should’ve told you beforehand but when I spoke to Tony he was all for this...thing we’re doing.” When he pauses he gestures between the two of you, almost as though he wanted to say something else. “So he’s officially announced on Twitter that this Friday it’s gonna be me and you against Adam and Britt.”

You suddenly regretted muting your Twitter. At the same time, you knew that this announcement would’ve probably caused your phone to burst into flames from the sheer amount of notifications that were no doubt piling up whilst the two of you spoke.

“But that’s tomorrow!” You cry out, suddenly realising how little time there was to get ready.

“Which is why we need to get in there.” Kenny points to the ring you’d been eyeing up only moments ago.

The idea of bailing is no longer a notion in your head to consider. You’re in work mode now and the pressure of having to orchestrate a match for tomorrow evening is filling you with much needed energy. You can feel the itch to get in the ring swell inside of you.

The two of you enter the ring, ready to warm up. You unashamedly strip your hoodie off in front of him, a loose vest hidden underneath that mostly covers your sports bra. You’re not actively trying to flirt, but you can’t help but feel a little smug when his eyes do a double take and give you a once over from head to toe.

The two of you stretch in silence, helping to ease the muscles before what you were sure was going to be a strenuous day.

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The two of you broke up your session for some lunch, with your stomach crying out for the first thing you could manage to put in it. In your haste to meet up with Kenny you’d forgotten to get breakfast as planned and now you were paying dearly for it.

That’s not to say that you weren’t satisfied.

This morning had been effective, with you both bouncing ideas off each other. You had become so engrossed in getting this right that you’d barely registered all the times Kenny had come into contact with your body, which gave you a bit more hope that pulling off this ‘fake lovers’ angle wouldn’t be too excruciating for you.

You head down the road to a nearby pop up food shop, where you order a hot sandwich in a freshly cooked half baguette along with fries, with Kenny ordering the same, seemingly envious of your order.

Together you sit down in a booth by the window and you both demolish your meals in a matter of minutes, taking a rest afterwards as you sip your drinks. You take this moment to open Twitter. When you see Tony’s official announcement at the top of your timeline you can’t help let out a snort of laughter. Kenny looks up from his phone, curious and entertained by your uncouth outburst.

“The ‘It’ couple versus The Elite couple?” You laugh, showing him the tweet and match graphic below it. Kenny let’s out a chuckle as you hold the phone out for him.

“Shit, I haven’t got my glasses on. One sec.” He fumbles about in his hoodie pocket, pulling a neat little pair of reading glasses out and popping them on. You take a second to admire how normal he looks, in the nicest way possible.

He seems to be the most relaxed you’ve seen him yet, no worry lines creasing his forehead as he amusedly reads the tweet for himself. His glasses frame those startling cerulean eyes that you constantly find yourself staring at and you notice the little wrinkles at the corner that appear when he smiles.

“Well we are The Elite. You can’t knock him for trying.” Kenny replies, popping the glasses on top of his head now he’s finished with them. You find it a shame, loving how dorkier they make him than he already is.

“How come you don’t wear those often?” You ask.

He pulls a face at them. “I think they make me look weird...” He then corrects himself, “Well, weirder than I already am.”

“How are you weird? You’re Kenny Omega for crying out loud, you could tweet about the strangest, most obscure thing and I’d bet a hundred bucks that at least half your following would thirst post over how random you are.”

Your comment pulls a genuine, booming laugh from him, his cheeks tinged pink with faint embarrassment.

“I’ll take you on that bet.” He challenges you, pulling his phone out and typing something, his thumbs moving furiously over the keyboard. Once he’s finished you check your own mobile, refreshing your Twitter feed and nearly choking on your Sprite as you read his tweet. It’s a wild ride from start to finish.

Many people seem to share the same confusion, with Matt even going so far as to tag you and ask why you had left him unsupervised for this long. Nick tweets that Kenny needs to get help.

“How’d I do?” Kenny asks proudly.

Sure enough, when you scroll further through you see a worrying number of fans horny posting in his replies.

“Nailed it.” You sigh, digging around in your pockets for some cash. Kenny leans over and rests a hand on your arm.

“Don’t even think about giving me any cash.” He tells you sternly, asserting a dominant tone in his voice that makes your legs clench together.

“But you won the bet-”

“How about you agree to have dinner with me instead?” He offers, cutting you off before you can protest any further, something you certainly would have done had he let you.

Unable to refuse his earnest expression and the way the corner of his mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, you agree to dinner. It wasn’t an offer to a date, which is why you had no issue saying yes, knowing that there was no risk in going for a harmless meal.

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LIX. About you

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Word count: 686 words

Warnings: The usual curses.

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You took a deep breath, waiting backstage as the boys played. It's been a few weeks since the last time you sang, too busy taking care of your kids whilst Sunghoon was busy with his tournaments. On normal days, he only left for his ice skating practice and came back to take care of the kids or help with chores while you were out, especially on Fridays when you had to sing.

Today was a special night since it was Sunghoon's birthday. After a few days of thinking about it, he told the boys that he was going to sing again, still feeling a little guilty about leaving you with the twins. Two days before the show, you asked Jay about the set list, telling him to follow it so you could surprise Sunghoon on one of his favourite songs to sing.

Your children were left with Chan, who was in town for Sunghoon's birthday and gladly offered himself to babysit them. You felt so grateful for having such good friends. You were on your phone, wanting to check on the kids. You let out a sigh of relief when Chris said that the twins were already asleep, you knew that your cute babies could be very hard to deal with sometimes.

You gulped as the first chord of the song filled your ears, grabbing your mic as you pocketed your phone. You heard Sunghoon's angelic voice starting the first part of the song. You ran to the side of the stage, making sure that he couldn't see you by the corner of his eye. When he was about to sing the next part, you beat him at it.

“There's something about you that now I can't remember,” you sang, walking on the stage as the people started cheering. “It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender,” Sunghoon parted his lips, eyes getting teary as he looked at you, completely dumbfounded. “And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning.”

Sunghoon bit down on his lip, watching you walking towards him and grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers together. He was trying so hard not to cry from the happiness that he felt seeing you on stage again and singing with him.

“I don't know what to think about…” You finished your part, nodding at him as you squeezed his hand gently. “I think about you…” You sang in unison with him with a bright smile.

As soon as the song ended, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug. The crowd screamed louder, cheering for you both.

“You're so fucking amazing, I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear, making you smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you more, my sweet boy!” You replied. While you were too caught in the sweet moment with your now husband, you heard the crowd clapping at the rhythm of the happy birthday song. You kiss his head, seeing your friends approaching you both holding a cake as they sang. “Baby, look,” Sunghoon pulled away from your neck, turning around as he kept his arms around you.

“Thank you so much guys,” he smiled brightly, squeezing your waist gently as he felt your lips on his cheek, making him blush. Sunghoon lowered his body a bit, blowing the candles on his tiramisu cake as he smiled. “Thanks everyone! It's always such a pleasure to perform for you, thanks for the birthday wishes and your kindness!” He talked on the mic, making the crowd scream. He put the mic down as the boys gave the cake to the staff, returning to their positions. “And thank you for the lovely surprise.” He spoke to you, leaning down to crash his lips against yours in a kiss full of love.

You kissed him back, feeling the heat in your face as you blushed. You pulled away with a big smile as the boys started playing the next song, you looked at the figure skater again before you both started to sing until the concert ended.

#//heavenly//#enhypen sunghoon smau #park sunghoon smau #sunghoon smau #park sunghoon au #sunghoon au #enhypen sunghoon au #sunghoon fic #park sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen au #enhypen smau

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snnbnny · 2 years

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congrats on 150 bunny!!! v proud :))

i’m here to participate in your double date game.

pronouns: she/her

i’ll take sugawara on a date and we have a romantic relationship

and this is smt i would actually wear to a date

remember to take your time love 💕

a/n: Hi Emmy my love, I adore the new url it confused me for a sec lol. Thank you sm, you're one of my first mutuals on here and you have no idea how much that truly means to me!! You are amazing and gorgeous inside and out- I kiss you!!

↳˗ˏˋEMILY AND K. SUGAWARA + BUNNY AND D. SAWAMURAˊˎ˗ ↴

->OUTFITS: First off, I firmly believe that more often then not you and Suga's outfits are almost always matching so he would be wearing this. While I would wear this and Daichi would be wearing this.

->OVERVIEW: We have double dates all the fricken time- between he boys have been best friends from high school and still going strong as well as you an me being close before we started our relationships AND me and koshi being coworkers; you can say that we have the kind of bong that we're always together. Now do we always phrase it as a "double date"- no. But today we decided that we should actually go on an actually date together....

->THE DATE WILL CONSIST OF....: At noon we will go MINIGOLFING after getting coffee/drink+snack at STARBUCKS, after minigolfing we shall go, GOCARTING! Which will be followed up by going to a mildly fancy Italian place I've always wanted to try!!

↳-PEER INTO THIS WINDOW TO SEE A MOMENT FROM THE DAY-༉‧₊˚✧

----wooooooooooosh---- ( my pov )

We were lucky enough to snag a window booth at the perfect time of the day as the sun was sitting a top the horizon creating an orange hue in the sky. I was mesmerized by it, snaking behind you in order to get the win the seat closest to the glass pane getting an exclamation of 'Hey!!' from you and a chuckle from the men who were previously chatting about Karasuno's current placement in some men's volleyball tournament.

My boyfriend Daichi sat across from me while Suga sat beside him and you were cursed to share a booth with me, however it wasn't like I was paying attention to much since my head was practically resting on the window sill with my eyes glued to the sunset.

"I'm sorry to tell you this Daichi, but if the sky was a person Bunny would leave you for them so fast," Suga teased his friend as he perused the menu.

"I'd like to disagree but," The ex-volleyball captain turned cop sighed shaking his head slowly.

"You can't!! Look at them! They are practically drooling right now!!" You cackled maniacally while gently hitting the table.

"Daichi you literally send me a photo of the sky at least once a day, don't even act like you wouldn't let the personified sky become a third," I teased as I turned back towards everyone with a smirk on my squishy face. Koushi, being the hype man he is, went "OOOOO BURNNNN!" and reached his fist across the plaid cladded table for a fist bump which I gladly gave with my tiny hand.

Your mouth widened in shock as Daichi's tanned face fell into his hands which were propped up by his elbows on the table, "I hate this. This is why we can't have nice things." He murmured.

"You're just mad that they one upped you for once," Kou patted his friends back as he teased him further as if to sooth the blow. But he secretly knew it was more a dig at me, which was totally accurate in facts but I was still irked enough to feign hurt which was comically matched by you who faked shock and protectivness towards me.

Thankfully the bit was cut off by the waitress who had a cheer smile and to tight poneytail, "Hi my name is Sorine and I will be your server today- Can I get you guys something to drink?"

"Yes please, can I have some water to throw at those men over there and a Bellini please?" I asked.

༉‧₊˚✧and the window fades to darkness

link to the event

#snnybnny's 150 follower event #emily's burough #hi ily #i hope your doin well darlin

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hockeylvr59 · 3 years

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Wedding Dress || Matthew Tkachuk

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Author’s Note: This was completely inspired by the song Wedding Dress by Levi Hummon because it just screamed Matty to me. I have another song in mind for a follow up, let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in.

Warnings: mentions of legal drinking

Word Count: 1,134

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Everyone that knew Matthew Tkachuk knew that he was a goner for her from the moment they met. And though he tried to deny it - at least at first - that everyone included him.

But what wasn’t there to be a goner for? She was smart, funny, beautiful, and his entire family loved her. They had met her first after all, given that she was a graduate assistant for Taryn’s field hockey team at UVA.

Matthew could still remember the day he first met her, standing outside the visitor’s locker room in D.C. next to his sister. She was wearing one of the many Flames shirts that Taryn had acquired over the past few years and was laughing at something his sister had said. The way she smiled made it impossible for him not to mirror her expression involuntarily even if they had lost the game to the Capitals in overtime.

His sister had introduced them and explained that the beautiful woman in front of him had offered to be her ride since she didn’t have a car at school. Well, Taryn didn’t phrase it quite like that but that was the gist that Matthew had gotten out of it. He’d later learned the role that she played in his sister’s life but even without that knowledge he was grateful that Taryn had such a great support system at school including having someone willing to drive her up to D.C. mid-week just to watch him play.

Before long, she had been added to their family group chat, helping to arrange for Chantal and Keith to attend a tournament Tayrn was playing. Even after the tournament, she remained, providing Matthew with updates about her life and who she was as a person: witty, able to give it just as good as she got it, and never afraid to call him and Brady out on their shit. Matthew was growing more and more infatuated everyday.

By the time summer arrived, Matthew was already head over heels and he’d only met her once. Learning that she was going to spend the summer with them nearly knocked him off his axis and the first few weeks were honestly a little embarrassing for him. She was just...so perfect... and Matthew didn’t know how to act around her. Brady teased him endlessly once he’d realized and Taryn had threatened him to back the fuck off because this was one of her mentors and friends.

Matthew of course didn’t listen. Well...he’d tried, but failed miserably the first time they took the boat out on the lake and he saw her in nothing but a semi-skimpy bathing suit laughing and drinking with his mom. He’d been unable to bite back a flirty comment and when she returned her own he was sunk. Matthew wasn’t present for the ensuing conversation with Taryn but clearly the girls had reached an accord of some sort with a promise that she could handle Taryn’s older brother.

Since then, they’d been together. Through the highs of a party and relaxation filled summer and the lows of a long distance relationship once September hit and Matthew had returned to Calgary while the women he loved went back to Virginia. It hadn’t been easy but they had made it through that first year and Matthew was by her side as she graduated with her masters degree. It was at that point that people...namely Chantal and Matthew’s grandmother...started asking if there would be wedding bells anytime in the near future. But they’d talked it over and agreed to wait. Even though she was planning to come to Calgary in the fall, neither saw any reason to rush that step of their lives. They were more than content with where they were, moving in together was going to be a big enough step already. Matthew recalled that she’d told him repeatedly that she didn’t need a ring on her finger to know that he loves her and that marriage could wait until they were both truly ready for it.

Yet, now...just a few months later...Matthew was questioning that decision. Letting her tug him to the dance floor at Mitch Marner’s wedding he couldn’t help but think about how much he loves her as she rested her head against his chest, slowly swaying to the beat the band played. Across the room Steph, Mitch’s bride, was mingling with the guests. Matthew wasn’t stupid, he knew Steph looked gorgeous today as the bride certainly should, but when his eyes fell back on the woman in his arms his mind drifted away.

She’d be the most stunning bride the world has ever seen. Maybe it was just the champagne starting to go straight to his head but for the first time he couldn’t help but wonder how she’d respond if he proposed. Would she even say yes? He knew that he was far from perfect, that she was leaps and bounds outside of his league, but he was pretty sure that she loves him as much as he loves her.

They said they were going to wait, but the way she’d cried during the vows made him wonder now if that was something she wanted for herself. Did she really want to wait? Or did she want to be the one to catch the white bouquet that Steph had left waiting at the couple’s table to throw later in the evening. It was a silly superstition that whoever caught it was going to be the next to get married but suddenly Matthew didn’t even care, he wanted her to be the one to catch it so that he could made that stupid wives tale true.

Spinning her around, Matthew watched the fabric of her dress swirl around her knees and after a moment he pulled her back against his chest kissing her deeply. His eyes sought out hers and he slid his hand around her lower back smiling softly down at her.

They’d only been together for a little over a year, but Matthew knew that she was the one. Aside from the Stanley Cup, there was only one thing he wanted in life and he was now determined to make it happen.

He wanted to see her in a wedding dress. To make the most perfect woman he’d ever met his wife. Now obviously wasn’t the time, but as soon as he got a ring...asked her father’s permission...he was going to get down on one knee.

Until then, he was just going to fantasize about the way she’d look in not just any wedding dress, but her wedding dress. He already knew she was going to blow him away and that he’d be even more in love with her then, then he is now.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #calgary flames #calgary flames imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #cflames #040

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iwadori · 3 years

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hii there !! i'd like to request a haikyuu boys hyping you up before a game with akaashi, tsukishima and kageyama,, tyvm !!

Hyping you up before a game (Akaashi, Kageyama, Tsukishima)

Can I just say everyone go read @fichyu ‘s works cause theyre an amazing writer (and one of my first followers.) Thanks forrr the request

Word Count: 1.5k

genre: angst (if you squint) fluff

Akaashi

You were about to play your last match in the tournament besides nationals

You were nervous to say the least

In the previous match you played you made a mistake which nearly cost your team the game, making you all the more nervous

You were in the locker room pacing around the room with your hands shaking. You didn’t want to mess up, you can’t mess up. After the last game your team all looked at you with disappointment and sadness making you feel terrible. Your mood felt a bit better in the match when you saw Akaashi in the crowd, if only you could talk to him right now.

Just then, someone knocked on the locker room door and said “Y/N, are you in there?” it was Akaashi, thank god. “Yeah, I’m in here...” you said quietly.

He came in and gave you a hug which you desperately received “You did great in that game Y/N.” he said.

“No, I did terrible...the whole team hates me now.” you reply with a frown forming on your face like a sad puppy.

“Gosh Y/N you are so melodramatic sometimes” he laughed “All you did was let one ball go out..”

“But Keiji I-”

“You still won, didn’t you?” he asked looking down at you “right?”

“Yes, we did win” you say rolling your eyes.

“Well, that settles it then Y/N, you won you’re the ace not TM/N or TM/N... it’s you.” he starts “Now it’s the last game before you get to go to nations babe, you’re going to do great!”

He lets go of you and holds your hand, as you walk towards the court, he brushes his thumb over your hand in a calming motion to relax your nerves. When you get there, your team calls you over with smiles on your face and you look back to Akaashi one more time.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, I’ll be out there in the crowds cheering you on.” he gives you a hug and a final kiss on the forehead before finishing with “Now go be the ace and win the game.”

After Akaashi’s prep talk, you’ve never felt better. You jog over to the team feeling pumped and ready to the play. The game was hard, a tit for tat with the opposing team battling out for the point. You were on your Agame playing the best performances you’ve ever played. Everytime you scored, you heard Akaashi cheer and yell things like “That’s my s/o!”, “Y/N you’re the best.” which boosted your playing even more.

You end up winning the game with Akaashi smiling at you and telling you “I told you so” after his pep-talk ended up being true. You led your team to nationals with Akaashi coming to every game with his usual cheers and praise.

Tsukishima.

You were fairly new on your volleyball team.

You didn’t get to play in much matches, and you mainly stayed on the bench but that didn’t matter to you.

You did join a few games as the pinch server, and it was a daunting feeling as when you were subbed in you were usually the ultimate game changer.

The day before todays game, your coach told you that unless you get injured you’ll be playing every minute of todays match which deeply worried you. Especially since, the team your playing against you’ve played with before and in that last match you were subbed in as the pinch server and when you hit the ball your serve went out. Causing your team to lose.

The team assured you that stuff like that happen, and it is completely fine and no one blamed you. But you didn’t care, you practiced your serves and your skills over the next time period making sure you wouldn’t cost the team the match.

Your team was prepared and ready for the match, but you definitely weren’t. You look down and see a message from your boyfriend,

Tsukishima: come outside

You went outside and saw your boyfriend there with a one of those colourful cheering things (you know the ones they use in the haikyu games to cheer.) “Kei I didn’t know you were going to be here?” you say a bit surprised.

“Well surprise Y/N..” he said in a deadpan voice.

You smiled before getting nervous again thinking about how close the game is about to start. Tsukishima grabs your hands to stop them from shaking, and says “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“Tsukki, you saw what happened at the last game, how my shitty serve cost us the game.” you huff in annoyance.

“Y/N, I'm never gonna understand your love for volleyball but I know that you’re great. You’ll do great.” he says watching you smile “I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when you step onto the court and how you put your all in everything and it makes me fall in love with you even more every time I watch you play.”

“Thank you Tsukishima, but what if I-”

“You won’t, and even if you do who cares” he says “It’s just a stupid volleyball game anyways” he jokes making you laugh and boosting your spirits.

All your serves were great this game, trying out your recently learned float serve and mastering it every time blowing the competition away. Everyone was amazed by your powerful serves ones which the opposition’s libero couldn’t pick up, scoring more and more points.

You win the game, and your team labels you the MVP of the game, which was well deserved. Tsukishima treated you to a date, a movie and jokes and comments about your opposing team. Ending in a good night.

Kageyama

You were always excited and hyper, the opposite of kageyama making you a perfect match.

You weren’t that good at volleyball to begin with but you were obsessed with the sport.

You lacked some basics skills for volleyball but made up for it with your powerful jumps, spikes and skills.

Kageyama always seemed very interested in your volleyball games, watching and commenting on your setter’s skill or lack thereof. But when it came to you his interest shown heavily. He wanted to be at every practice, practice game, mini tournament or competition or even if it was a little toss about in the park. He was always interested.

Even when you were getting a ball to the face or completely missing the ball on your spikes, Kageyama always was invested. Although he didn’t fully know about the sport, whenever you were feeling down or wanted to rant about the problems that involved volleyball he was always there to listen. Making Kageyama the best boyfriend.

What made him either better was in moments like these. Your team just got off the bus and you felt like you were going to throw up your insides. But you saw kageyama standing outside the entrance of the stadium with a small smile on his face and yoghurt in his hand.

“Tobio!” You exclaim wrapping him in a hug.

“Hi Y/N, are you ready for the game?” he asked making you even more anxious.

“No, I feel like I'm going to throw up,” you say with a frown “I think I need to go to the bathroom...”

“Y/N you’ll be fine, eat this it’ll keep your stamina up.” he said handing you the yoghurt.

“Oooh it seems someone's been keeping up with their health facts.” you say teasingly

“Oh, shut up dumbass.” he said squishing your head “But anyways, you shouldn’t worry because although you are lacking in most of the basic skills that are apparently required for volleyball, the way you play exceeds all that and I’ve seen your hard work and efforts and they’ll definitely play off in this match....as long as you manage to not get hit in the face with the ball.” he jokes at the end.

“Oh shusssh” you say playfully hit in his side “But thank you, Tobio I’ll try my best, especially for you.” you kiss him on the cheek leaving him blushing and frozen as you skip off with your team inside.

The game was great, all your serves manage to go over the net and for the time you played for you did great. You and the setter were working in tandem, you hitting every one of their tosses and scoring many points. Kageyama was cheering loudly in the audience, making you smile every time he said your name you were filled with more confidence reminding you of something he said to you a while ago “As long as I'm with you, I'm the greatest,” which showed you more proof of Kageyamas pride over you as having you as his s/o.

You obviously win the game and Kageyama could never be happier. You spent the rest of the night going over the whole game that Kageyama recorded (in full soccer mum likeness.) With Kageyama singing your praises and your faults every time.

AN: I had fun writing this one.... and if you notice I kind of related Y/N to some particular haikyu boys in each scenario jiihesjkhdf but yh i hope you enjoy.

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dracosathenaeum · 4 years

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Something Precious

Summary: You and Draco realise your feelings for each other when he ends up at the bottom of the Black Lake during the Triwizard tournament that you are a champion for.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Warnings: Some swear words

Word Count: 2,321

Requested by anon! I hope this meets your expectations 🥺 (I changed the wording slightly, so instead of Treasure, I used precious as it just fitted slightly better here, sorry if it bugs you :3)

“Don’t touch me you filthy little mudblood.” You sighed, why was it always you that had to stand up for the first years. You’d think that by now Draco would’ve gotten used to your scolding and would get bored of picking on the helpless first years.

“Draco! I told you to stop calling the muggle-borns that, lay off the derogatory terms you shit.” You were pretty much the only person (other than the golden trio) that would stand up to Malfoy. But you were however the only one in the school who he would actually listen to. The two of you basically grew up together so you were used to putting up with each other. By now you wondered if Draco only kept picking on the younger years to wind you up.

“I’m just calling them what they are, don’t be upset love.” He said with a wink and his signature smirk. You don’t know when it had started but somewhere along the line, ironic flirting had started between the two of you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it though.

“I’m not upset Draco darling; I simply want you to take that stick on the floor and stick it up your arse.” Draco flushing a deep pink was worth having to call him these ridiculous pet names.

“Thank you, Y/N!” the little Gryffindor squeaked.

“You’re supposed to be courageous right? Malfoy isn’t even scary, he’s very… ferret like.” And with a wink thrown over your shoulder to Draco, you were on your way. You weren’t by any means popular or well-loved by the school, it was more like you had their respect. You were still a Slytherin after all, you just stood up for the ones Draco and other Slytherins were especially cruel to. Simple name calling you could turn a blind eye to but the hexes and use of “mudblood” was just unnecessary.

That was probably why instead of boos, you simply got applauded when your name was pulled from the goblet. You weren’t in it for the ‘eternal glory’ you were just bored at Hogwarts. These deadly tasks sounded like something to get your mind off of everything, besides now that ‘The Chosen One’ was also competing, you had extra motivation to win the whole thing.

That being said… Potter tipping you off about the first task was probably the single worst feeling you’ve ever had in your life. The feeling of owing someone, let alone Potter, a favour. But he had saved your life, without his tip off you don’t know if you could’ve won that task. I mean it was dragons, DRAGONS. But your victory meant firewhiskey parties in the Slytherin common room for a week straight so you wouldn’t complain too much. You definitely kept it to yourself though, the thought of the rest of your house finding out you were saved by Potter made you shudder.

“Surprised you’re still alive Y/L/N, though I suppose someone has to beat Potter. His head is big enough.”

“Don’t look so happy to see me Malfoy.” Sarcasm dripping from you voice.

5 seconds of eye contact was all it took for you to be pulled into his arms, a breathe you didn’t know you were holding finally being released. You allowed yourself a couple seconds to enjoy to be held, it wasn’t often that you and Draco hugged despite having grown up together.

“I’m glad you’re alive Y/N/N, I need someone other than mudbloods to make fun of.”

“Shut up Malfoy, don’t ruin this.”

“Don’t fall in love with me yeah? I know I’m hot but you’re not really my type, though being a pure blood does help.” Smacking his chest, you pulled away from his hold. “God you are insufferable, now help me figure out how to work this stupid egg so I can tell Potter and not have to owe him anymore.” Draco was your one exception to the ‘tell no one that you owe Potter rule’ you set yourself, besides, you couldn’t hide anything from him. He’d find out sooner or later.

You had spent weeks with that egg, trying to figure out how to open it without the deaf-curdling screams. It was only when you convinced Draco to sneak you into the prefect’s bath (nothing in that dingy castle could compare to the prefect’s bath), that you figured it out. Though it took an awful lot longer to decipher it but being even with Potter again made every blood-curdling screech worth it.

The yule ball was a whole other catastrophe. Watching couples slow dance for hours on end sounded like utter hell to you, which is why you practically threw a fit when you were told champions had to lead the first dance.

“Draco stop laughing at me, they want me to dance; they want me, me to hold some guy against me and dance in front of 3 schools. I was content to stand by the food and make fun of the Weasley’s tattered robes or Potter’s awkward dancing but now I actually have to join in? I should just quit now.”

“You fought dragons Y/N; a dance is nothing. Besides we’ve been going to balls for years, you should be used to it by now.” He did have a point, maybe all those long boring parties your parents would throw would finally serve a purpose for you.

“Pansy’s been trying to corner me for weeks, honestly I’d rather slow dance with your flat arse than hers. Besides, then we could make fun of Weasley together.”

You thought it over but not for very long, you knew he’d be the only one you’d willingly go to the ball with, well the only one you could tolerate for so long that is. Besides, the two of you had made it through countless balls together, what’s one more.

“Fine, but you’re buying me a new dress.”

“What? That wasn’t an invitation? I was just joking. Hang on, you have just as much money as me! Pay for your own damn dress.” You turned and made your way to the girl’s dorms, blowing a kiss towards the flustered blonde on the sofa. “Make sure it’s velvet or silk, nothing cheap either, else I’m telling you mother.”

And that’s how the both of you went to the Yule Ball together. Waltzing like you had done for so many years in the Malfoy manor and stuffing your faces, as you made fun of Ron Weasley’s robes and Potter’s pathetically sad looking face. Though you had to admit, Hermione was the focus of the night, no matter how good you looked in the dress Draco got for you, there was no denying all eyes were on her and the Durmstrang champion. As you climbed into the bed that night, a soft smile stretched across your face, the Yule ball wasn’t so bad with Draco as company you supposed.

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Which brought you to where you are now; stood in the freezing cold ready to dive into the equally freezing water. Calming yourself, you ran through your plan again. Cast the bubble-head charm, collect whatever ‘precious item’ Dumbledore was talking about and once you were out you would find Draco Malfoy and kill him. He had promised he would be there to help you prepare the night before; yet you spent the entire evening alone in the Slytherin common room waiting like some bloody girl being stood up.

You knew you weren’t traditional friends (if you could even call yourselves that) but you thought at the very least he’d be there for you when you really needed him. Swimming had never really been your strong point after watching your cousin drown during your childhood, but that was a story for another day. After all these years, you really thought despite everything he’d be with you when you needed him most.

The canon went off, startling you from your thoughts as you quickly cast you charm and dove into the water, taking a second to adjust to the freezing water and calm your nerves. You really should have learnt a body warming spell. You watched as the other 3 swam straight through the village and watched as Fleur was attacked by Grindylows. “Better her than me.” You thought.

You swam through the murky water and eerie village until you reached four figures afloat in the water. You swam toward them and recognised Weasley and Granger straight away, of course the golden trio would be making an appearance even here. Yet it was the mop of blonde hair that made your heart skip. ‘Something precious has been taken from you.’ Draco was your precious something!? You saw a young girl next to him, probably Fleur’s sister. Why was it Draco who was taken? Why wasn’t it your own sister who was just 3 years younger than you? God you were going to get an earful from the both of them after this.

Swimming closer you realised how gaunt he looked, you felt like you’d never truly looked at his face til this moment in time. Not even when slow dancing that night at the Yule Ball. He looked so different yet so similar to when you first met him at the age of 5. Both of your parents cooing as tubby little Malfoy held his tiny hand out to ask you for a dance.

For once he looked peaceful, rather than the sneer he always had at Hogwarts or his blank look at home around his parents and yours.

You slashed his bonds with a nearby rock, deciding to just get out of the water as soon as possible, you couldn’t bear to be in the water with your heart thumping this fast any longer. Turning to give one last look at Potter you could see the disgust on his face as he stared at the unconscious boy in your arms. You threw a glare and the rock at him before swimming away, feeling slightly sorry for the poor French girl left behind.

You were the first to break out of the water, Krum following shortly behind.

“What?? Where am I? Y/N?!” Draco spluttered, coughing the water from his lungs before wrapping an arm around you and keeping the both of you afloat.

“You can ask questions later, I’m exhausted, can you please just swim us back to the stands.” He didn’t need more instructions, knowing you hated the water, he pulled you against him as he swam straight for the closest stands.

Everyone cheered as the both of you were pulled from the water and wrapped in towels. You had won first place but that was the last thing you were thinking about.

“Draco is your precious item? I always knew there was more going on between you two than you admitted!” You could kill Blaise then and there, you decided. Though you supposed the glare you received from Pansy was worth the humiliation, just a little.

“Y/N? What’s Blaise talking about? All I remember is Professor Snape asking to see me last night as I was walking to meet you in the common room and the next thing I know I’m freezing my ass off in the water with you. I mean is it even legal to do this to a student? My father will be hearing about this.” You could barely meet his eyes at this point, you were just as confused as he was, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his last comment.

Did you have feelings for Draco? Sure, you grew up together and had a love-hate relationship the whole time but that was the extent of it. You didn’t like Draco, surely, you’d know right?

“Something precious was taken from each of us, Krum got Granger; Potter, Weasley; and Fleur got her sister. I guess Dumbledore thought your sorry arse was precious to me or something.”

“Oooo does my darling Y/L/N have a crush on me? I thought you- and I quote- hated the sight of my stupid face?”

“In your dreams Malfoy, now shut up I want to hear them announce me as the winner.” In reality you could care less about the announcement, just wanting to change the subject as fast as possible. Your eyes went to Potter, along with everyone elses, as he shot out the water like a bloody dolphin. You would give him credit where credit was due though, saving just Draco was hard enough, Potter had saved both Weasley and the Delacour girl.

“You know, if you wanted me all you had to do was ask? Obviously, I’m very attractive and my father is very important but don’t be intimidated-”

“Shut up you git.” God if he wasn’t going to shut his stupid mouth, you’d make him, one way or another. The ‘other way’ as it happened was you grabbing his face between your palms and pressing your lips to his.

Draco wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, deepening the kiss. You giggled into the kiss as everyone around you cheered; you didn’t think you were a fan of PDA but after kissing Malfoy, you couldn’t care less. You pulled away and nuzzled yourself into him, the both of you still ice cold from the swim but hearts beating fast.

You never thought you’d get a boyfriend from this tournament but being there in his arms, despite freezing your ass off, you were happier in that moment than you had been in a long time. There was nowhere you’d rather be.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Shut up and kiss me Malfoy.” You both smiled into the kiss, loving how natural it felt to be with him like this. Completely ignoring the winner’s announcements and instead focusing on how happy you felt.

Life was looking more bearable by the second.

Well until you got killed by Voldemort that is.

I See The Light can be read as a loose sequel describing this moment

#A/N: I literally had the HP wiki page open the entire time, it’s my first time writing a changed story line, something with a proper plot. I hope it was okay, please let me know if I got anything wrong or if something should be improved! Also sorry for the crappy ending :33

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Lost in a Haze, Fighting Fate | Part 1.

Summary: Y/N Raven has always suffered from their sight, From a young age Y/N could just always seem to predict the future however they just thought they were lucky, after attending Hogwarts and discovering their Seer Roots they began to trust it more and more however that can not be said for others. When Y/N fled Hogwarts they left everything behind, their teen love, their friends, family, and now with what seems like all sides against them, will they be ignored like seers before them and feed into temptation or will they fight for the good in the wizarding world and their love?

PART 1: THE RETURN OF THE ORACLE

Warnings: Mentions Bullying

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Reader (Slow Burn)

Word Count: 2.8k

The Abraxan Pulled Blue carriage creaked with life for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight as you sat with Madame Maxine -Olympe- as she wanted you to call her as you now were a professor and the students.

You fidgeted with your hands and sighed as you fixed the navy veil that covered your face and made sure to smooth out the silky navy uniform decorated with thousands of moving and dancing stars and constellations that Olympe had made just for you after she had promoted you to Head divination master.

Olympe sighed and placed a hand on yours before bending down and smoothing out your veil.

¨Little Star, you must calm down, you are antsier than the Abraxans before they've had their whiskey¨

She said with a laugh before seeing your still grim face under the veil, though the veil was hard to see through and hexed so only those who you wished could see under it she had grown able to tell your expressions with it. She sighed again and smoothed down your hair that stuck out from under your veil,

¨I know your time at Hogwarts was hard petite étoile, but little star you must not let zem ruin your time, look at you now! A Leading star of the divination field and one of the best seers in Europe! They regret never treating a shining star like you as what you are now! We will win this tournament and be a beacon of excellence and poise and that goes for all of you!¨

The students looked up and smiled at you before saying a cheer in French that left you a bit confused but in a better spirit, though you've been teaching at Beauxbaton for three years now you still struggled a bit with your french however many students struggled with English so in your class you all tried your best and the first year you all struggled together to communicate with the language barrier.

The boys and girls who had volunteered to come to the Triwizard tournament were some of your favorites, especially Fleur and her sister Gabrielle who had been the firsts to volunteer especially since they had never been to Hogwarts especially Scotland before and had heard your stories of the beautiful castle and breathtaking view.

¨We are almost there. Everyone, be ready, I want you all to be on your best behavior, am I understood? I want backs straight, smiles big and you all are ready? Come, come, I will check your uniforms one last time, Oh Fleur come here sweetie your hat! Oh, you all look amazing, oh I am about to cry, how proud you all make me!¨

Olympe looked three seconds from crying before You handed her your handkerchief and rubbed her back,

¨Oh Olympe, I know, don't cry remember we must be nothing but big smiles remember? We are going to blow them away! Oh yes everyone make sure to not flutter your capes too much until the entrance we don't want to let the Butterflies out too early¨

The girls nodded eagerly some talking to each other, whispering about things you can only imagine, some topics sticking out you could hear over the giggling, while the boys were helping each other straighten out their uniforms and mentioned durmstrang especially the girls which caused you to let out a little laugh which caused the boys to look up and fluster.

With that, you heard a loud voice and peaked out the window and saw Hagrid leading the Abraxan horses down the landing area and clapped excitedly. Before the Carriage landed harshly on the runway causing you to jolt before and fixing the beret on your head and standing.

You clapped happily before popping the Carriage door open, launching yourself out the door and falling feet first on the wet Scottish Grass and laughing as you helped up the students one at a time out of the carriage as they plopped down as well and complained about how the wet grass was sticking to their newly waxed shoes.

Hagrid rushed over and smiled as you helped Madam Maxine out of the carriage, her true height showing as she exited the carriage, she stood proud and tall over Hagrid and smiled as he turned Rosey and blushed at her before bending down and kissing her hand.

He began welcoming her with a shaky voice that seemed more fit for one of the first-year students rather than the tall bearded half-giant.

You smiled under your veil clearing your throat, before speaking in a thick French Accent that made a few of your students turn and give you a questioning look, all-knowing you were originally English and knew hell barely spoke a quarter of the french language.

“excusez Moi Monsieur, where iz my classroom, Madame Maxine was promised I would be given a room to perform my services during my stay”

Hagrid nodded excitedly and began to lead you, Olympe, and the students to the castle.

¨Yes, yes! They Are finishing it up now! We are all excited to see your work Professor, especially Professor Trelawney, she has been a big fan for a while you know.¨

You simply shake your head and smile, though you doubt anyone could see it under your veil, Trelawney was one of your favorite professors to have during your short time at Hogwarts, she was one of the few people excited that you were a Seer and was very supportive of you during your time, especially during the constant bullying you faced in your youth, that reminds you did have to thank her for that.

¨Oui, I bet they sure are Monsieur, however, it iz getting a bit late, shall we head to ze castle, I am how you say uh heureux?¨ ¨Happy?¨ A student chirped, ¨Ah Yes Happy! I Can not wait to see all the new faces! Come, Children follow the gentil géant, Let's Go, shall we? Oui?¨

With that, you Nodded at Hagrid as you turned back to the Carriage and pulled out a Black carry on Trunk from the space under your seat and slammed the carriage while Knocking on the door and yelling ¨Vous êtes doué!” before the Carriage shot off towards the castle as you turned back to Hagrid and started following him towards the Castle, the one that you once called home.

You and the students of both schools, your own and Durmstrang, were preparing to be announced and called in by Dumbledore and could quite clearly hear the students of Hogwarts gossiping amongst themselves, while you listened carefully against the door you could hear some of the Durmstrang students flirting with your students,

you Cleared your throat loudly which caused the Durmstrang girls to drop the poor 3rd-year boy that they were flirting with, he shot you a smile which you responded with a nod before you heard Dumbledore getting ready to introduce you all, You gathered up your students along with Olympe.

“Remember what we practiced everyone, Grab your partner, chop-chop! He is about to announce us, remember to release the butterflies at the dip!” “For Now please join me in Welcoming The Lovely students of Beauxbaton Academy of Magic and their Head Master, Madam Maxine, along with their Professor, and Head Seer Delphi!”

With that, the First Row of partners pushed open the door and walked out, arm and arm. Students of all kinds became locked in an intricate dance, twirling and spinning one another looking like Ballerinas straight from a performance dressed in baby blue silk.

Row by row they walked out and once they reached the end of the Tables, they Dipped their partners as Baby blue butterflies spilled out from under their capes leaving, most students stunned, muttering to one another about how beautiful the students looked before Olympe and you walked out.

You walked side by side with Olympe as she admired the students staring with a smirk before looking down at you, as you walked beside her your cape was shimmering and waving the constellations on it with each step before they reached the end of the cape and popped out shooting out constellations and stars all around you and Olympe before they swirled around you at your shoulders and slid down the cape again, your veil and lack of Face or even identity was obviously causing an issue with the Hogwarts students.

You both reached the end of the tables before bowing your heads to the clapping students as your students all did a curtsy at their new classmates for the tournament. You saw Dumbledore placing a kiss on Olympe’s hand before turning to place one on your gloved hand causing you to draw it back and make a face a disgust even though no one could see which was funny to your students apparently as they turned and laughed quietly behind their hands from the sides of the Great Hall where you joined them before dumbledore ran back to his Stand to announce Durmstrang.

“Now Please Treat the Proud Students of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff

With that welcome, the Durmstrang Students walked in all carrying staffs tapping them in a rhythm and grunting? Singing? You didn’t know how to describe it along to the beat, as each staff hit the ground they produced a light spark before they began to sprint and do tricks with their staffs before Viktor Krum and the Headmaster walked in and as they reached the end of the tables released a fire phoenix that surrounded him before shooting off into the roof and disappearing leaving you highly impressed with the effort of their performance.

Dumbledore lifted his arms and embraced Igor as he smiled and called for Dumbledore-albus? Who knows as they laughed and embraced each other once more.

¨Hogwarts! Let's entertain our friends in the best way we can! Everyone stand!”

Dumbledore led the Children of Hogwarts in song which with the off-key voices and the interesting choice of words including Hoggy hoggy Hogwarts in was rather confusing, the students and headmasters along with yourself looked rather confused and muttered amongst yourselves as the Hogwarts school continued their song.

As the Song finished Dumbledore announced to the students to sit wherever they would like among the four tables and mingle with another as he led you and the headmasters to the Professor’s table. You sat In Between Olympe and Igor as you sat in your chair you heard Olympe talking to Dumbledore.

¨Professor Dumbley-dore my horses have traveled a long way they will need attending to!¨

¨Surely Madame Maxine! Our Gatekeeper Hagrid is more than capable!¨ Hagrid smiled to himself and nodded at Dumbledore´s praise earning a chuckle from you and a nudge from Olympe.

¨As you know Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single malt whiskey¨

Hagrid nodded excitedly before going down to get a bite of his food and missing his plate and stabbing his associate´s hand instead causing said professor to yell and call him an idiot, causing Hagrid to hang his head embarrassed.

As Dumbledore continued his speech about eternal glory and greatness, a storm had begun to brew on the mirroring roof with thick thunder and lightning sparking around the room some students had begun to scream causing a panic, you had just started to shush them and try and calm them down when it was shut down when Alastor Moody walked into the room and cleared it.

You could hear students beginning to mutter amongst themselves at the entrance of the man, you simply looked his way before turning to Olympe and whispering up to her as you both watched Moody walk around the room and be greeted by Dumbledore.

¨Madame that man is a walking travesty, did Dumbledore warn you about him being here?¨ ¨Of course, not dear, that old man does very little to warn us about his surprises it seems.¨

You both gave a look of disgust as you watch Moody turn his back to the children and tag a swig out of his flask, ¨Nothing but a damn drunk nowadays Olympe.¨

You watch as The minister and Dumbledore announce the Goblet of Fire and announce no one under 17 may participate, giving you some ease as many of your students were under 17. You however have grown tired from the long trip and all the worries of the day so you stood from the table rubbing at your temples over your veil and sighing, grabbing attention from everyone but mainly from Moody and Olympe.

Olympe shoots you a questioning look but you just shake your head and begin heading down the tables leaving a train of stars as you go from your robes, the stars swirling around you before floating towards students and popping with clusters of glitter following it and you could hear someone, who you assume is Moody, following you down the Great hall.

Quickly you started sprinting through the halls as you follow the instructions hagrid gave you hearing the footsteps beginning to catch up as you reach the door you rush and shut the door before they, whoever they are, can touch you.

PART 2

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early2000smovieimagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Viktor Krum

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- You and Viktor meet when the two competing schools arrive at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

- Obviously, you first saw him as you were huddled with your friends during the feast. They whispered eagerly in your ear about him as he marched into the hall and continued to make comments throughout the night. You weren’t nearly as impressed as you probably should have been; though you never were all that into quidditch.

- Viktor first spots you as you’re making your way to class and later as you’re sitting in the courtyard or somewhere similar. He obviously immediately notices that you’re quite pretty but he takes particular interest in you due to the fact that you don’t take particular interest in him.

- There you are, paying him no mind and going about your day as though he’s just some random boy at school. You’re not following him around, giggling and whispering with your friends or otherwise fawning over him. You’re treating him like he’s a normal person; far different from everyone else so far. You’re something he has to work to catch. …You’re his golden snitch.

- Always going where he knows you’ll be, he’ll follow you around as unsuspiciously as possible; oftentimes accompanied by a gaggle of girls who watch him. He usually pretends to be doing things; especially when you look over at him, scribbling wiggles across a piece of parchment or holding a book up; sometimes upside down, as he watches you.

- Each day, he visits your usual hangout spots with the intention of talking to you, but he never actually works up the nerve to do so.

- In the mean time, there’s these moments where the two of you make eye contact and you swear that he has to be interested in you. At first, you have those thoughts with a bit of denial and doubt mixed in but soon enough, even you can’t say that he isn’t.

- He first talks to you when asking you to the ball; which would be a long time coming considering how much time he spent lingering around you.

- He approaches you when you’re both alone, saying your name to get your attention; though he says it like it’s a question since he doesn’t want to seem like he knows your name without having ever spoken to you. You say a somewhat shy “hello” in response and he asks if you’d do the honor of accompanying him to the ball which you obviously agree to.

- When you agree, he gives you a small smile and motions if it’s okay for him to sit down, his heart skipping a beat as you hurriedly move some stuff to give him space. You don't talk all that much but he watches you quite a bit, admiring your features while you’re distracted.

- Rumors may or may not spread before then but they certainly do when you arrive at the ball, holding his hand and dancing with him, having the time of your life. He opens up to you that night, acting far different than what you’d assumed he’d be like.

- The night ends with him walking you to your dorm, giving you a kiss on the hand and saying that he had a “vonderful time.”. You went to bed that night, eager for the morning to come and for you to see the boy once more.

- All was well, except ...an unexpected side-effect of your newfound relationship was that you were chosen by the tournament judges to be his black lake hostage. So, one second you were going about your day, the next you were spluttering and gasping as you reached the surface of the deep waters.

- The two of you catch your breath for a moment before he wraps an arm around you and guides you back to the shore.

- Once you’re back on dry land, he confesses to you that he’s never felt “this way” about a girl before, causing your cheeks to get hot enough that you figured the water would steam right off your skin. Like the gentleman and softie that he is, he keeps asking if you’re okay and checking you over, standing protectively at your side until he’s called over for the final results of the game.

- For your “first” date, you take him to Hogsmeade for the first time and show him around the little village. People obviously stare which initially bothers him, but he soon pays them no mind, focusing solely on you and enjoying your company, living out the thing he’d dreamed of since the moment he saw you.

- When it’s time for him to return to Bulgaria, he gives you a private goodbye, a handwritten letter and an invitation for you to come stay with him over the summer. You can only pray that your parents will let you, giving him a smile as he blows you one last kiss before getting lost in the crowd of students.

- As luck would have it, your parents did let you visit him and you spent a wonderful week in his guest bedroom, having the time of your life with your Bulgarian boyfriend. It was like something out of a dream.

- The two of you share your first kiss about three or so days after you arrived there. He was standing in “your” room, sort of lingering after the two of you finished exchanging goodnights; as though he was debating something in his head.

- You asked if he was alright and he somewhat snapped out of it, meeting your eyes and nodding. He said goodnight again and turned towards the door before he finally turned back around and walked up to you, taking your face in his hands and leaning in, hesitating for a moment longer before his lips gently met yours.

- When he finally pulled away, he did so slowly, your lips still tingling as his own pressed against your forehead, murmuring a goodnight against your skin and giving your arm a squeeze right before he finally left the room for good. You went to bed that night happier than you’d ever been and feeling absolutely smitten.

- The seeker officially had your heart in his hands, …and you had a feeling that you’d had his in yours for even longer.

- Viktor's a physical being, he loves touching, holding, and showing you off so there’s quite a bit of pda in your relationship. If he isn’t actually touching you then rest assured, he’s standing protectively at your side and paying close attention to you; oftentimes as though there’s no one else around you.

- Handholding. He has a particular fondness for holding your hand, playing with your fingers or pressing kisses to your knuckles, sometimes just comparing how much bigger his are compared to yours.

- Soft hugs. He’s a big softie when it comes to you and just loves feeling your arms wrapped around him.

- Hand kisses. He’s quite fond of them.

- Kisses on any part of your face that he feels like in the moment.

- You may or may not have to ask him for a kiss whenever you want one considering how much taller than you he probably is. He always gives you the sweetest little smile whenever you do.

- Soft kisses. He’s usually pretty gentle and sweet with you no matter what you’re doing.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing or sitting together.

- The two of you usually cuddle with you nearly laying on top of him, your legs tangled together and his arms wrapped around you. Sometimes his hands will drift to your hair and begin to play with it as you’re doing so, lulling you to sleep if you weren't already.

- Viktor likes you for you, even if you cant understand why. Your appearance is irrelevant to him, he fell in love with your personality and interests before anything else.

- Writing to each other during the school year.

- Visiting each other during summer and your school breaks.

- Getting spoken to in Bulgarian and occasionally giggling fondly as he messes up English words/names in some adorable way. He doesn’t mind when you “laugh at him” since he loves seeing your smile, and because he thinks it’s cute when you tease him.

- Considering it’s his first language, he usually calls you some Bulgarian term of endearment, things like lyubima or dushichka, or just your name; probably mispronounced if it’s not easy.

- Helping him with his English and showing him non-Bulgarian things.

- Your boyfriends a pure blood who goes to a school that only admits purebloods so I’d say that he’s probably clueless when it comes to muggle stuff. So if you’re partially muggle then you have a lot of stuff that you can show him. He also has a bit of stuff that he can show you as well, things most non-purebloods don't know about.

- Checking him over and staying with him after his matches. He always tries to insist that he’s fine, even when he’s spitting out blood that’s coming from his own nose and struggling to look up at you through a black eye.

- Kissing bruises and tracing scars. He’s always got a fresh set of black and blues after each of his games.

- Getting taught how to play Quidditch and/or fly like him, you’ll probably have to convince him to teach you how to fly though.

- Following his games.

- Practically always having a a ticket to his matches. He’s very fond of seeing you out in the stands or meeting up with you after the game, pressing a kiss to your temple before he heads off to the showers.

- Always having bragging rights because your dating Viktor fucking Krum. You usually try not to exercise the ability too much, though your friends/family might do it for you.

- Despite the fact that he’s incredibly skilled on a broomstick, something tells me that he isn’t the most graceful when he’s on the ground. He’s occasionally like a bull in a china shop, clumsily knocking things over; though he does manage to catch them given his set of skills, and/or tripping over things.

- Viktor has a naturally grumpy face and disposition but you can almost always tell the minute he spots you because of the way he straightens up, his face softening and his lips subtly quirking up. Its really quite sweet to watch.

- He’s usually pretty taciturn and silent with people but you’re one of the few that he speaks enthusiastically to. The two of you can have long conversations with each other about anything and everything; despite the slight language barrier.

- He watches you a lot, even when you’re doing the most mundane things possible. He just thinks you’re really pretty and is absolutely smitten with you.

- He’s used to people praising him but every once in a while, you’ll give him some sort of compliment and he’ll get a little shy because of it. You always find it funny, watching him try to suppress his smile, scratching the back of his neck and trying to humbly brush off your words. Its cute.

- Being picked up and spun around, particularly in hugs and especially after you haven’t seen each other for a while.

- Going with him on his walks and watching him train. He likes having you walk beside him in the afternoon/morning so that the two of you can talk while he stretches.

- Playing in the snow together. He rarely gets cold so he’ll constantly be giving you his hat and similar things when you mention how chilly it is.

- Dates at tourist attractions and his favorite Bulgarian places. They’re usually cozy, somewhat private areas that the two of you can enjoy each others company in.

- Taking long walks. It’s where you do a lot of your talking; oftentimes finding somewhere or something to do along the way or just continuing to roam around and enjoy each other’s company.

- Going swimming or rowing or maybe ice skating together, depending on the time of year; even though he probably swims in freezing water for fun.

- Hot springs and mountain climbing. He likes impressing you with his country and the different things that you can do there.

- Candle and firelit days/nights. At certain points of the year, his country doesn’t get a ton of light during the day so the two of you huddle by the fire and talk. Sometimes you’ll read to him, other times his family comes in and tells you stories. Regardless, you have very fond memories surrounding fire.

- Being his date for everything. I’m sure that he’s supposed to go to quite a few parties which he always asks you to accompany him to. It’s quite interesting being surrounded by players, coaches and famous people, being hounded by reporters and riding in carriages with him. There was definitely a ton of pictures taken of the two of you during your first outing together.

- He coaxes you into letting loose and having fun. He loves seeing you happy; your smile is his favorite sight in the world.

- A true gentleman. Viktor is always the sweetest with you, pulling out chairs, opening doors, quite literally carrying you over puddles. He knows exactly how to treat a woman and is old fashioned in the very best way.

- Little gifts. He’ll either send some in the post or present them to you a bit sheepishly yet excitedly when you visit him.

- Viktor doesn’t really have “true” friends; and he can only see you in person for so long, so when you’re with him, he’s quite clingy and eager to do everything with you; even if it’s just you doing something and him watching.

- Viktor can get quite jealous but he’s usually pretty reasonable about it, trying his best not to make himself look like a fool. He’ll confront the person he’s jealous of, taking them aside and asking them about their intentions. They’re usually intimidated enough by him to leave you alone after that; if their intentions were to actually get with you.

- Since he’s kind of a catch, he knows that he doesn't have to be jealous over most people but some people; particularly “pretty boys”, can occasionally catch him off guard. He’ll find himself glaring at them even harder than usual, clenching his jaw until he plasters on a more friendly face when you come to his side.

- He’s incredibly protective of you, he was even before the two of you actually started dating. He was/is always standing up to people for you, warding them off and defending you; even if you are technically in the wrong. The minute he see’s you, he’s walking up and joining your side, keeping close in case anything happens; and just because he likes your company.

- The two of you generally don’t fight all that much; you don’t necessarily have enough time with each other to fight. He’ll argue with you, maybe give you the silent treatment if you’re really having a fight but he usually can’t stand to be away from you for too long.

- Sometimes, in the middle of fighting, he’ll realize that he’s wrong, going quiet and looking at you, blinking a few times before blatantly saying “I’m wrong”, causing you to laugh. He’ll rub his head, furrow his brows and somewhat grimace, saying a “sorry” for whatever it is he did wrong.

- When you’re having a real fight, you’ll probably be giving each other the silent treatment, even in your letters. Finally, one lone letter comes in and your heart skips a beat against your better judgement.

- If you’re in person with each other then he’ll keep watching you; especially if you’re around other guys, being respectful and giving you your space. The only problem is that he doesn’t know when it’s time to stop and come to you; especially if he wasn’t angry himself. You’ll probably have to approach him first and ask if you can talk so that things can go back to normal.

- A little ways into your relationship, he’ll drop the first “I love you” and then continue to tell you that he does quite a bit. He’s not an incredibly verbal person but he loves letting you know how much you mean to him; especially if he gets to hear it back.

- He wanted to marry you practically the minute he saw you so yeah, it’s safe to say that he’s planning out your future together. Your relationship might be a tad bit difficult but honey, he’s going to make it work!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 years

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A random prince fells in love at first sight with Yuu and, kinda like Eliza, immediately forces them to marry him. Yuu refuses and tries to fight back but the prince hypnotizes them with magic to make them more docile and make them believe they're in love and such. The first years gang, confused in the first place at why tf Yuu is suddenly accepting the wedding and acting so numb, discovers the deception and decides to crash into the party to save them and kick the prince's butt

I had lots of fun writing this one! Thank you very much for the request, Anon!

...And in my humble opinion, Shrek 2 is objectively and unironically the best Shrek you know, before the franchise became a massive meme.

“I object to this wedding...!!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

“HAAAAAH?! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?!”

None of the first years can believe it when you tell them of your engagement--especially Ace and Deuce.

“Who are you even getting hitched to?!” Ace demands to know, shaking you by the shoulders.

“My one true love,” you mumble back, a dazed look on your face. “Prince Charming...”

“...Prince Charming?” Jack repeats, brows knitting together. “That RSA alumnus that was at our last Magical Shift tournament? That Prince Charming?”

“Isn’t he the creep that was bothering you?” Deuce asks, wincing at the memory. “The guy that wouldn’t take no for an answer?”

“That’s the guy...” Epel mutters.

“THAT SCOUNDREL THAT PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU, WITHOUT CONSENT?!” Sebek looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel.

“My one true love...” you repeat, oblivious to your friends’ comments.

“Something ain’t right here,” Ace declares. “You’re not pulling our leg, are you? Cuz if you are, this prank isn’t very funny!”

You continue to babble about your one true love, and how he is arranging the wedding as they speak. Is it just them, or do the first years see hearts in your pupils? Are you really that much in love?

The boys exchange exchange weary looks with one another and make a silent agreement to investigate further into this matter.

The week of the wedding, you set off to meet with your beloved husband-to-be.

Meanwhile, Sebek has stumbled across an old tome in the Diasomnia archives, detailing of a potent love poison--a poison which imparts emotional numbness and heart-shaped pupils on those afflicted with it.

An “I do” and a kiss at the wedding altar will make the effects permanent.

Sebek nearly tears off the doors to Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel’s rooms to deliver the news. “GET UP!” he roars. “WE HAVE A WEDDING TO CRASH!”

But there’s only a few days left at this point, and there’s no time to find transportation to the venue on such short notice. They’ll never make it in time, even on Epel’s horses.

“Wait--I think I know a guy,” Deuce interrupts their panicking. He turns to his rival with a wicked smile. “Ace-kun--remember what Trey-senpai said the other day?”

A similar smile spreads onto Ace’s face. “Oh yeah, Deuce-kun...he knows the Muffin Man. The Muffin Man that lives on Drury Lane.”

The Crashing

You’re dressed in a tiara and sparkling jewelry, donning a diamond dotted gown and a crystal netted veil, making your way down the aisle.

The music is a wedding march in C minor, but you can’t seem to properly appreciate it. Sounds seems to filter in one year and go right out the other.

Your mind is hazy, and you can’t seem to think or see anything besides your husband-to-be, who awaits for you at the end of the aisle with a massive grin.

All of a sudden, a knight bursts into the venue and scrambles to your husband-to-be’s side.

Prince Charming seems to be annoyed and tries to usher the knight away--but the knight is suddenly in hysterics about a giant gingerbread man attacking the castle.

A monstrous roar fills the venue, and the entire place rattles (as a flaming gumdrop button pelts the castle). The guests--and the prince--panic. The impact is followed by loud shouting.

It is Sebek who is perched on the giant gingerbread man’s shoulder, yelling orders over the wind, Ace and Deuce on the other shoulder. Epel and Jack are racing on a white horse beside them.

The knights are starting to close the drawbridge--but the gingerbread man grabs it and pries it open, just long enough for Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Jack to slip in.

“GO, GO, GO!” Sebek shouts after them. Already, he has his magical pen out and is preparing a lightning spell. Sparks fly as Sebek lets his magic loose.

Knights rush to stop the incoming intruders--Epel hops off the horse and stands between them and his friends.

“O-Oi...! What are you--”

But to everyone’s surprise, the knights skid to a stop and begin cooing at how cute Epel is.

That makes it easy for Epel to knock three of them out with powerful jets of water from his magical pen.

Jack groans and dismounts, also drawing his pen. He glances at Ace and Deuce. “...Go without us. We’ll keep them back.”

Ace whips up powerful winds to blow the doors to the wedding venue open--and together, he and Deuce storm in, fire roaring in their blood.

“We’re here to pick up our friend!” they announce in unison, pointing their magical pens accusingly at Prince Charming.

For all of his bragging and hollering, Prince Charming is actually very weak. Deuce sprints right up to him to deck him in the face, then buries him and his remaining knights in cauldrons.

All of the guests are far too paralyzed with shock and fear to intervene as Ace ushers you toward the door.

The Aftermath

You don’t fully understand what is happening when the first years grab you and climb onto the shoulders of a giant gingerbread man to take you home.

“My true love...” you say, your arm weakly reaching out for him. The castle grows farther and farther away in the distance.

“Yeah, yeah! Put a sock in it already!” Ace groans, seizing your hand and squeezing it. His eyes soften. “We’re right here for you, (Y/N). We’re right here, so quit your yammerin’.”

You stare at where your hand and Ace’s are connected. “...true love?”

“The love poison will wear off in a few hours,” Sebek reports with a nod, leaning against the gingerbread man. “Thank goodness for that.”

“...It’s been a long night,” Jack sighs. “Like something out of a fever dream.”

“No kiddin’,” Epel says--but his eyes sparkling. “That was so much fun...!!”

“I know I sure had fun slugging that creep,” Deuce agrees.

Slowly, but surely, the cloud over your mind dissipates.

When everything is clear again, you collapse, crying, into your friends’ arms.

Who needs true love when you’ve got the best of friends by your side? They’re the heroes you’ve always needed.

#twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Epel Felmier #Jack Howl #Sebek Zigvolt #Shrek 2 #Reader #self insert #wedding crashing #twisted wonderland headcanons

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Interdimensional Moms: Bonus

Part 4 here<-

After many tears and tissue boxes, all members of team RWBY had finally stopped crying. Blake was the best off with her eyes a little red while Ruby was the complete opposite. The girl’s face was still rather red and her eyes were puffy. She hadn’t even completely stopped sniffling yet; much like tear marked partner. Yang on the other hand rested her head on the table. She had cried hard enough to giver herself a minor headache. She was completely drained.

Yang:Ugh, this blows! I thought this was gonna be a fun learning experience.

Blake:We definitely learned. It just so happens we had to poke at some.... extremely sensitive topics.

Weiss:I’m all for looking inward and self reflection but I’ve had my fill.

Ruby:Same. Should’ve kept the summary light.

Yang:No, I’m glad you got that off your chest. We just need a way to lighten the mood.

Blake:.....I kicked Weiss’s butt in a tournament.

RWY:......What?

Blake:During the time spent training for Salem, another tournament was held between the schools. It had team matches and singles. I kicked Weiss’s butt in my fourth round. It was a good day.

Weiss:How is that lightening mood!?

Blake:Listen, it was a big deal! I never thought I was gonna win the whole tournament but I really wanted to beat you. I love you but your head gets a little big when you’re on a roll for too long; plus I just really didn’t want to lose. I always felt a bit of rivalry between us.

Yang:Hehe, is that you’re way of saying “It would look bad to lose to a Schnee?”

Blake:Well it would!

Ruby:Hehehe.

Yang:Wait, does that mean we went back to school?

Blake:Yeah. It was pretty comforting. There was definitely a lot left to learn.

Yang:Weird. School kinda faded into the background.

Ruby:I went back to school. We all did actually. It was fast tracked by roughly a year but it was fun. We all got to pose in caps and gowns.

Weiss:Damn! I should’ve went back just for that. Unfortunately I was busy making rent and learning how to properly preheat a oven.

Yang:It’s like two buttons.

Weiss:Gas stove, and six years out of date.

Yang:Awww, you had to learn the hard way. I’m surprised and thankful you never left the gas on.

Weiss:There’s an alarm for that. Also I’m not irresponsible! Anyways, I mentioned similar tournaments earlier. I didn’t participate much but enough old videos of me in them were enough for to really light a fire under my kids. For awhile I was a bit concerned that they were just following a trend but they really love it. They used to always go around playing like knights when they were tiny.

Ruby:Carmine was a little different. She definitely always tried doing things I could but nothing got the girl jumping like seeing Yang’s horses or new ballet shoes. There wasn’t a morning when I didn’t hear a vase fall over or seeing her spin like a top. Carmine still hums some old routines when she isn’t paying attention.

Yang:Not too many memories of Yujin when she was pint size. But I do remember that wild child always loved using my bandannas for everything! Napkins, capes, ropes; anything but an actual bandanna. I used to get a bit upset with the napkin one but she’d always look at me with her big eyes and crazy hair. I never stayed mad.

Weiss:Softie.

Yang:She was like a pudgy puff ball! Fat cheeks and wholesome smiles. Ah! So adorable!

Weiss:I used to always have at least one of my kids on my hip when I was out and about. I think the media has a magazine amount of pictures of me at the park kissing my babies. Summer liked tummy rubs. She’d never go to sleep without one. Some nights I’d sing too but start to doze off so Jaune would have to take over.

Yang:*smiles* Speaking of Jaune.....

Ruby:No.

Yang:You don’t even know what I was-

Ruby:Were you about to suggest we compare our Jaune’s in the bedroom?

Yang:*red*......Well not just the bedroom! What’s the harm!? I just wanna know if he’s consistent across the board. No need to get detailed.

Weiss:You really never change no matter the world.

Yang:Can’t change greatness. It shows in any form!

Blake:He’s pretty compliant and accommodating. The benefits of being his first when I had prior knowledge I suppose.

Ruby:Don’t answer!

Blake:Why not? I’m comfortable with it.

Yang:Don’t listen to those two Blake. They’re just a bit more embarrassed since Jaune has literally been their one and only.

Blake:Huh, I never thought about it like that. Jaune would’ve been the first person you two opened up to on such a level; especially Weiss.

Yang:That’s still hilarious. All the protesting and somehow you found yourself stripping for the guy.

Weiss:Shut up! I already know! It was....I.... *blushing* emotions ran really high.

Ruby:An entire mental rollercoaster of thoughts and firsts happening all at once. Anxiety was high.

Yang:Heh, so you could say that Jaune Arc-

RW:Got through our walls. Hardy har har.

Yang:Shit, I am the same in every universe. Well I don’t have any reservations about it! *grinning* He makes me feel special every time!

Blake:Bottom.

Yang:I’m ignoring you.��

Ruby:Hehe, sounds about right. He...might make me feel a bit special as well.

Blake:Switch.

Ruby:How can you just guess off of that!?

Blake:It’s a gift.

Weiss:......

Blake:*smiling*

Weiss:Leave me alone.

Blake:I don’t know what has you embarrassed. You told us you’ve slept with everyone here except Ruby! I knew you were repressed but geez.

Weiss:For your information it wasn’t my idea! It was yours!

Blake:Not surprising. Let’s switch the topic. How is this other child of mine? Can’t picture me having a daughter.

Weiss:Veronica is very sensitive. Even if she tries to act like she isn’t. One time when she was tiny, a soccer ball hit her straight in the face and she sprung up saying “I’m fine!” Then you took her behind the bleachers to patch her up; tears all on her face. It both breaks my heart and very adorable to see her act fine while her ears are folded back.

Ruby:Your other son Kovu was a bit of cry baby. Partly my fault. Carmine kept beating him up and making fun of him.

Blake:What!?

Yang:Ha! Wait, that’s my kid too. How the heck!? Are you telling me you raised the rowdy child and I got the baby?

Ruby:Yang you’re a baby. I’m like twice as rowdy compared to you. A nevermore got worked day one at school.

Weiss:She has a point. You cry the most out of any of us.

Yang:Wha- that not- how....shut up! *pouts* I’m not that touchy.

Ruby:Kovu is a sweetie and not a cry baby. Carmine is just a little mean when she tries to care about others. She beat him up in an attempt to make Kovu give up dreaming about being a huntsman. That way he wouldn’t be in such a dangerous job. Reasonable logic but you know, a little over the top. Almost broke his arm. Boy did I chew her out. All it did was make him want to try harder.

Yang:Fantastic. I shouldn’t expect less from my own blood. I bet Yujin would like him. Which reminds me, anybody have kids in relationships?

RWB:We’re working on it.

The three women paused briefly before laughing at their meddling. Yang could only admire and fear her friends.

Yang:Should I be scared for your children?

Blake:Lucas needs someone to break up the routine in his life. I’m not saying he has to date her, but it would put a smile on my face.

Ruby:Carmine takes after me, not really thinking about stuff like relationships much. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t at all. Carmine tries her best to not act like she’s a teenaged girl with teenage wishes. But everyone sees right through it. I’m fine with her not being in one but I would like if she acknowledged that it’s okay to just....ugh, be normal! Why can nobody have normal knees in my life!?

Weiss:Nick likes Valerie who tries to deny she likes him by liking Summer, who doesn’t like her; while Veronica crushes on Nick who obviously has conflicting feelings.

RBY.....

Yang:Why is it always complicated with you?

Weiss:How is this my fau- okay it is a little bit.

Blake:Where do you stand?

Weiss:I think Valerie would be lovely for him.

Yang:What’s wrong with my baby girl!?

Blake:Yeah!?

Weiss:One, not yours. Two, have you met who I’m married to? Can’t really say he’s wasting his efforts. Though I wouldn’t be upset with Veronica. I think those two might be good for each other.

Blake:Any other bombshells people got?

Ruby:......

Ruby:Ilia is happily married.*sips coffee*

Blake:Oh that’s wonderful! I’m glad she found a loving wi-

Ruby:*smirks* To Sun.

Blake:....*stands up* I need, champagne!

A bottle of champagne poofs into existence with several glasses. Blake immediately pours everyone a glass before raising hers into the sky.

Blake:Ruby Rose, today you’ve erased guilt upon my conscious. I’m happy there’s one world where it seems all of my good exes get over me.

Ruby:Are the Ilia and Sun where you’re from miserable like Yang!?

Blake:No, but they kinda fumble in actually going for relationships. It just always makes me feel a little bad.

Yang:You can technically count two worlds. I’m fine, Ilia is dating a pretty secretary, and your one evil ex is now raising a morally good family.

Blake:You’re right! This calls for a double toast! To alternate universes! *puts glass down*

Weiss:Haha, aren’t you gonna drink it!?

Blake:No I’m still recovering; but how could I pass up the opportunity!? Man I wish I could attend that wedding! I don’t know if I’d be a bridesmaid or the best man!

Yang:You’re just gonna steal Neptune’s thunder like that?

Blake:Hey, Sun and I have taken bullets for each other and stab wounds. I think I deserve to be a little greedy and say I ride or die for that man just a little harder than Neptune.

Ruby:Geeeeeez Blake! Haha, I didn’t even tell you about the baby.

Blake:*visble excitement* Excuse me!?

RWY:*raises glass* Cheers.

Blake:CHEERS! What’s he like!?

xxxxx

Aero:AAAACHOOOO!

Carmine:Eugh! Cover your mouth! I don’t need to get sick.

Aero:Damn! What happened to uh I don’t know, “bless you!?”

Carmine:*pulls out tissues* Happy?

Aero:Where...why are those in you book bag?

Carmine:It’s flu season.

Aero:....I can’t tell if you’re the coolest person around or just a second mother.

Carmine:I can be both. My mom is arguably both but don’t tell her that. It’ll make her month and she’ll hug me too tight.

Aero:Bitch, you love hugs. Stop being difficult.

Carmine:Mmmm nah.

Aero:I feel bad for your mom.

Carmine:I feel bad for yours.

Aero:Hop off. You’re so childish.

Carmine:And yet you love me.

Aero:*red* In your dreams!

Carmine:It would make your day if I dreamed about you,wouldn’t it?

Aero:I hope you dream of spiders.

Carmine:We do not joke about that! *grabs him* Aero I will beat you up if I dream of them tonight! That’s just mean!

Aero:Stop crying ya baby. I could’ve said they were- ow!

Sun:*hitting him* Shut up and just kiss something! We’re trying to watch a game.

Aero and Carmine:We don’t like each other!

Jaune:With all do respect, that’s a lie. But please by all means Aero, continue not touching my daughter if you know what’s best for you. I don’t wanna have to fight you and your parents right afterwards.

Sun:Ilia would kill you.

Jaune:Yeah! That’s why I don’t want the fight! Much like Ruby, she’s short and terrifying. Her size holds the rage.

Ilia:*peeks in* Who’s talking shit?

JASC:Nobody, we love you!

Ilia:.....Got my eyes on you four. *holds Garnet up* and this one; the most well behaved in this bunch even with no nap.

Garnet:*fussy grumbling* I’m a ball of rage!

Ilia:You wanna nap?

Garnet:Yes!!!

Ilia:See, behaved. *walks away* don’t make me come back out here.

Carmine:....So do you like me because your mother is also imposing?

Aero:This is it, my evil origin story. It begins today.

xxxxx

Ruby:I admire his patience.

#rwby #the void #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #carmine arc rose #aero amitola #ilia amitola #sun wukong #rwby ships #rwby lancaster #rwby whiteknight #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade

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immovable object.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: happy birthday aaron hotchner!! here’s a little something i cooked up, just for y’all who wanted to see something from aaron’s point of view. i figured a birthday would be as good a time as any to share a little bit of aaron’s head, even if it’s not his (actual) age this year. as always, i love to hear what you think! takes place au!november 2018

words: 2.3k warnings: language, implication of sex, light drinking/alcohol use

summary: “the years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. you are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.” - t.s. elliot

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Fifty.

Aaron wasn’t sure where he’d be by fifty. He’d only had loose examples over the course of his life, as his father kicked it before he got to that point. But then again…

His father never appreciated what he had. Two sons, different to the point of extremity, a wife who loved him even through all his (many) shortcomings, and a big house in northern Virginia that he could afford with his very plush salary working on The Hill as a prosecutor. Nevertheless, he drank himself to death at forty-seven.

So…

Where am I at fifty?

He looks down into his lap, finding Caroline tucked into the crook of his elbow with a hand in her mouth while they sit in his armchair. She’s teething now, but she isn’t half as unbearable about it as Isaac.

Isaac.

Aaron scans the room, finding his son with Spencer and Hank at the formal dining room table. Spence has them both in his lap and reads aloud from whatever Russian novel he’s flying through. As Aaron listens closer, he realizes Spencer is translating as he goes, reading the book in English.

Tolstoy should be fine for toddlers...right?

Another scan sends him to you, sitting on the floor with a bottle and a spit-up rag, Sophia snarfing down her afternoon snack like it’s her job.

You find his eyes, double-taking a little. What?

Nothing. Aaron’s mouth presses into an amused little line.

With a fond roll of your eyes, you turn back into the conversation with Sean and Derek.

And that’s another thing.

Aaron never expected to really have his brother in his life as an adult. To his surprise, it's a rather pleasant change of circumstance. Once he moved out of New York and back to Virginia, Sean really got his act together. The arrival of his second nephew didn’t hurt. At your behest, Aaron called him in Isaac’s first weeks, inviting him over to meet the new addition. He feels silly now, for starting a spat with you about it in the moment. It’s not easy, but it’s good.

He’s the first one to admit that you did most of the heavy lifting, leveraging your similar age and propensity to draw flocks of the struggling and confused.

Your Honor, I’d like to present Exhibit A in regard to struggling and confused - Aaron Benjamin Hotchner - before the court.

He laughs down his nose at his own train of thought. Caroline fusses, but once she’s sitting up in his lap, one of his hands across the entirety of her chest and little belly, she’s happy.

Will she continue to insist on seeing everything? Will she always be so quiet?

There’s something about Caroline’s eyes, even as they continue to settle into their permanent color, that is inherently wise. He knows, logically, that Caroline and Sophia are near-identical, but neither of you have ever had any trouble telling them apart.

If someone asked, he wouldn’t be able to articulate the differences. He just knows.

Aaron almost startles when you appear at his side, Sophia freshly burped and smooshed against your shoulder.

“You look pensive.” It’s a gentle accusation.

Aaron snorts. “It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to be pensive.” He holds Caroline up for a minute and you accept the invitation, planting yourself in his lap. Sophia’s still in your arms, so it’s a bit crowded, but nevertheless, you swing your legs over the arm of the chair and melt against Aaron’s chest.

The girls, of course, are delighted to see each other and make a happy, babbling pair sitting on your abdomen and thighs, watching all the action in the living room.

Aaron presses a kiss to your head and just for another second wonders how he got so lucky.

“Hey. Quit.”

He looks down, meeting your eyes. “What?”

You look at him, soft and affectionate. “You’ll never stop, will you?”

“Probably not.” He adjusts again so he can cradle you in his arm while he keeps the girls stable with his free hand. “But that’s why I’ve got you.”

“Unstoppable force meets immovable object?”

Aaron squints, making play at thinking. “Wasn’t that on our wedding announcements?”

You huff a laugh and pat his chest twice. “Maybe it should have been.”

Realistically, he knows he should be out socializing with everyone there to celebrate him and the fifty years he’s lived (only a couple of them in dog years), but he can’t bring himself to care. His cheek rests against your head, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. Caroline has the other one of his hands, playing with his fingers (and putting those in her mouth, too) while Sophia sits back against him, threatening sleep.

But really, nobody minds. They’re all having too much fun off the clock, with children of their own. Derek and Savannah lounge in the rec room, watching Tara, Sean, Will, Jack, and Henry play Mario Kart. Not far off is Kristy, wiping illicit frosting off her oldest son’s cheek before he rejoins the boys on the makeshift tournament arena.

Matt, Dave, and Emily are gathered around the kitchen island, their wine glasses never far from their hands. JJ flits between the groups, her puttering instincts inescapable even outside of her domain.

Luke and Penelope pretend they aren’t following each other from room to room, activity to activity. They are horrible actors, and Aaron wonders if the kid will ever pluck up the guts to do something about it.

You didn’t.

That doesn’t count.

Yes, it does.

JJ finally comes to rest beside Emily, propping herself up by her elbows as she sits backward on one of the barstools. “I’d never thought I’d see Hotch so happy.”

Emily looks over her shoulder. What does she see?

She sees a man she’s known her entire career at the bureau, a man who hand-picked her to replace him when it was time for him to leave his post as unit chief, a man who lost almost everything and somehow found it again.

She watches as Aaron says something to you, a wicked kind of humorous glint in his eye. She watches as you let out a loud laugh, accidentally startling your daughters in your lap. She watches as the girls process and pick up on their mother’s joy and start to shriek and clap.

She watches Aaron live.

“I dunno,” Emily says, finally. “I always thought those two might make it if they faced themselves.”

JJ humphs in the irony of it. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“And yet -”

“- Somehow, they’ve managed.” JJ looks to her own family just in time to see Will taking advantage of the high ceiling, throwing Michael into the air and catching him. “It’s kind of funny, how things work out.”

“I can’t believe he’s fifty.” Emily’s non-sequitur drops into JJ’s thoughts, which were rapidly devolving into the abstract. “It doesn’t seem right.”

Dave taps Emily on the shoulder, reminding her he’s been there the whole time. “You’re in your late forties, I might remind you.”

A kind of dissatisfied noise leaves her throat. “Thanks.” She turns, looking at him with a glare that could cut glass, but all in play. “Thanks for that.”

“Just doing my civic duty.”

Emily rolls her eyes and stands, wandering farther into the kitchen to pilfer a bag of animal crackers from the snack drawer.

“Alright!” Penelope calls from the kitchen archway. “It’s time for cake!”

That gets the attention of all the children in the vicinity who have experienced the unadulterated joy of Aunt Penelope’s buttercream frosting.

Aaron tolerates the attention as you and the girls get shuffled (or in your case, shuffle yourself) off his lap. Emily takes Caroline while Savannah has Sophia. A quick glance finds Isaac on Dave's hip. With a little bit of a start, he realizes just how big his family is. They’re all here.

For each other.

For him.

Soon enough, Penelope brings the cake - candles all lit (and no, there are not fifty of them - that was a hard no from the birthday boy) and places it in front of Aaron at the head of the dining room table.

You kiss him on the cheek, distracting him while you put a ridiculous party hat on his head. You can almost feel his eye roll and you hear a few phone cameras click. Of course, shortly after, everyone starts singing at him - horrifically out of pace and key, but it’s perfect.

He’s confronted with the back of a few more phones as parents and friends snap pictures out of habit. He reaches out to snag you around the waist and you end up half-sitting on the arm of his chair.

You loop your arms around his neck, leaning into his side. “Make a wish.”

After one slow blink and a deep breath, he blows out the candles to whoops and hollers and baby shrieks.

Your eyes snap up out of instinct, finding Isaac covering his ears and looking more and more alarmed by the minute. You toss another kiss onto Aaron’s forehead and quickly take Isaac from Dave, traveling down the hall with practiced haste.

If he’s honest, Aaron forgot. He should have grabbed Isaac’s headphones from your office, but he didn’t. He should have warned his son about the loud noises and all the people before they overwhelmed him, but he didn’t. He should have remembered that his son needed more thought and attention than the others, but he didn’t.

He hides his self-directed frustration well, but it doesn’t take long for him to make a quick and subtle escape. He knows the girls are just fine. Emily has Caro well in-hand and Savannah is always looking for an excuse to practice with the girls. She’s due in February, looking radiant and lovely.

In a near-whisper, he calls for you and Isaac as he tracks down the hall on light feet. He hears you murmur, then Isaac’s voice: “Here, Dad,” guides him into your office, where you’re stationed on the floor under your desk.

Isaac’s playing with the soft carpet chosen especially for him, his little fingers getting lost in the plush fabric. Aaron kneels down and rests his forearms on the ground, searching for Isaac’s eyes.

“Hey, little man.”

He hums.

That’s a good thing.

Aaron puts his hand on the carpet, about three inches away from Isaac’s. He can see it, but it’s not touching him, communicating his presence without sensation.

You meet Aaron’s eyes over Isaac’s head. Not your fault.

He shoots you a withering look.

I’m serious, Aaron. You raise your eyebrows and shake your head. Not your fault. We’re okay. Your eyes flicker to Isaac before returning to Aaron. He’s okay.

Aaron watches as you arc your body around him, getting close but not too close, running your fingers through the carpet on either side of him. Aaron wiggles his own fingers, sinking deeper into the blue shag. To his surprise, it calms him a little.

Little Man might be onto something here.

Eventually, Isaac leans back into you, and you slowly bring your hands to his hair, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. You look at Aaron and nod once.

He takes his cue. As always, he’s in awe of your command over Isaac’s needs. With a breath, and very quietly, he asks. “Are you feeling better, little man?”

His eyes still on the carpet, he nods. “Just loud.”

“Yeah. It was pretty loud.” He looks up to the bookshelf, spotting his headphones on their charger. “Do you want to go back to the living room, maybe with your ears on? Or do you want to stay in here?”

The boy stills, thinking. In the two years he’s known his son, the turning of gears in Isaac’s little head enamors and amazes him. He can almost see their spokes behind his eyes. After a minute or so -

“Living room, but only for a little while.”

You kiss him lightly on the top of his head, where the band of the headphones rests. “Do you want your ears?”

He nods and Aaron rises, bringing the headphones back down. Isaac puts them on and wiggles a little where he sits. Aaron likes to imagine it’s his way of settling back into his body.

Much to the surprise of everyone present, Isaac reaches out to Aaron. With soft eyes, he takes his son in his arms, letting him wrap like a koala around his neck and chest.

The three of you return, finding everyone still milling about, eating cake, and sharing space together. Jack, catching sight of you, jogs over. “Is Isaac okay?”

You nod, brushing the hair off Jack’s forehead. “Yeah, bud. It just got a little overwhelming for a minute.”

It’s been eleven years of you and Jack, but it never gets old for Aaron. The way you are with each other - somehow balancing a parent-child relationship with a steadfast best-friendship - constantly surprises and warms him.

Jack nods, circling around so he can get into Isaac’s eye line. He waves a little, and Isaac waves back, lifting his hand briefly from Aaron’s collar. Jack offers a fist, and Isaac reaches out to tap it with three of his fingers.

Aaron closes his eyes, taking it in.

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“So,” you say, tucking into bed beside him. “Fifty.”

“So,” He doesn’t pull his eyes from his book. “Thirty-six.” He throws you a side-eye, immediately noticing the playful glint in your eye. “Don’t start.”

You raise your eyebrows, the picture of innocence. “Start what? I’m just appreciating my loving and handsome and thoughtful and distinguished husband on his birthday.” You scoot and shift, straddling him. “Are you gonna let me?”

That gets his attention. Keeping his eyes on you, he markes his place and sets the book on his bedside table. “I might.”

You lean down, pressing your lips to his, speaking quietly against his mouth, like a secret. “Happy Birthday, my love.”

If anyone asked, Aaron loved his present.

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It had been over a month since you mourned Ivan's assumed death. And every day your mind thought of him more than once. A marriage between a commoner and a Knight had been known to happen, though it was uncommon. You were a servant of the young King and Ivan was forever grateful the young King had allowed your marriage.

You were married for barely a month when he left with the Prince, only to never return, leaving you heartbroken. The Prince had told you about the monster who had attacked them and despite the many who didn't believe him, you found his story too descriptive to be born of fear. It only made you worry about Ivan more.

You were walking through the gardens to the castle to attend to your duties when you saw a creature who looked exactly as Prince Colin had described. You backed away from Fury who rushed towards you, screaming when he grabbed your arm.

"You're coming with me."

You gasped when a portal appeared, trying to break free as Fury pulled you through. You looked around the dreary ship, staring at horror at the monsters who chuckled darkly as you were thrown into a cell.

You looked around, pressing your back against the dirty wall, curling into a ball as you wept.

For two days you went without food, your white dress covered in dirt from the cell. You looked up when the cell opened and Fury entered, scurrying to the corner.

"No, no please!"

He yanked you out of the cell and you were transported to the city. You looked around in terror, afraid of the world you had been taken to. You whimpered when Fury's grip tightened on your arm, seeing a group running towards you while everyone else ran away.

You stared at the Knight in shock, tears in your eyes when you recognized him. "Ivan?" You gasped in disbelief.

"Release her now. She has naught to do with our feud." He stepped forward, glowering at Fury.

"Stingrage!"

You watched as the group was blown backward, screaming when you saw Ivan on the ground.

Fury shoved you away, holding the tip of his sword at your neck. "Don't move."

You swallowed thickly, glancing at the group, eyebrows furrowing when you saw them morph.

You gasped when Fury was blown backward, the blast sending you to the ground. Ivan raced towards you, scooping you into his arms and out of the line of fire.

You stared at the golden suit as he placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you. "Remain here."

He reluctantly ran back to fight and you looked at the battle, backing away when Fury growled at you.

You ran off, and Ivan called your name, turning his back on Stingrage who knocked him to the ground. You continued to flee, bumping into people. You stared at their appearances, shocked and confused. You fled to the park, using the trees to hide. You breathed heavily, sliding down a tree to sit down, tears falling down your cheeks.

After Stingrage and Fury had fled, Ivan searched for you, frowning when he saw you were gone.

"Who was that?" Shelby asked.

Ivan looked down solemnly. "Her name is Y/N." He turned to the group. "My wife."

The ranger's eyes widened.

"I must search for her." He walked away and Tyler called for him to stop.

"We'll help you. If we split up we can cover more ground." He suggested.

Ivan nodded, teaming with Shelby as they searched for you. As Ivan moved through the streets, he realized how terrified you must have been. This world was odd to him, but he never felt fear. You, however, were not a Knight, you were soft-spoken and gentle. And now you were 800 years in the future, lost and alone.

"So...you're married?" Shelby spoke up.

Ivan looked around the street, nodding.

"How did you meet?"

"She is a servant of King Colin. I had returned from a tournament and we collided in the hallway." Ivan smiled softly recalled that day.

"Why didn't you tell us about her?"

"When you freed me, I awoke in this world that is so different from the world I knew. Every day I thought of her, and every day I wished I could be home in Zandar. Now she is here, in an unfamiliar world. She must be terrified."

He stopped walking, pausing to turn around. "What is it?" Shelby asked.

"Those trees." He murmured. "It's brilliant." He grinned.

"For what?" Shelby asked as she ran after him when he suddenly sprinted across the road into the park.

"Hiding!"

You walked through the woods, your dress was torn from your journey. You heard someone calling your name and turned to find the source, gasping when Stingrage appeared, holding you. You heard Fury snickering as he walked out of his hiding place. You struggled to break free, pleading when Fury injected you with a syringe. You fell to the ground and the two monsters fought the two rangers, fleeing when more appeared.

Ivan removed his golden suit, rushing towards you, kneeling down to shake you gently. "Y/N? Y/N!" He felt your skin burning up and looked at the rangers. "She isn't waking up."

"Let's take her to the base," Tyler suggested.

Ivan lifted you up and he followed the rangers back to the museum. He solemnly laid you down and held your hand as Kendall examined you.

"There's a small puncture wound on her neck." She told him. "Her signs are falling rapidly. Fury must have given her something."

Ivan brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, listening to the rangers.

"If we find out what it is, we can make an antidote," Riley suggested.

Ivan looked at his friends, seeing their concerned gazes. "Do what you must. As long as she is well."

He stayed by your side, glancing at you solemnly. He watched as Kendall and Riley performed tests and waited eagerly for you to wake up.

When the alarm rang and Stingrage was on the monitor, attacking Amber Beach, Ivan stood up, ready to fight. He swiftly left the base, leaving the team to follow.

When the team returned after Stingrage's defeat, Ivan immediately noticed that you were gone.

"I gave her the antidote and she ran off before I could stop her," Kendall explained, pointing to where Koda slept.

Ivan slowly approached the cave, holding a hand out to stop his team from crowding around.

"It's alright," Ivan assured, smiling softly.

You moved away and he swallowed thickly, holding back the pain he felt when he saw how afraid you were. Your eyes darted around, looking at the group behind him, at the cars passing by, and then at him.

"Look in my eyes." You met his gaze and held it. "I will never let anything happen to you. I swear it. Take my hand." You hesitantly moved forward and Ivan held a hand out to you.

You took his hand and stared at him in disbelief as you stood chest to chest. You hugged him tightly and he buried his head in your shoulder, closing his eyes.

You looked at Ivan, placing a hand on his cheek when he pulled away. He looked down at you, amazed by how little you have changed, making him wonder how long he was gone before Fury took you.

"This is impossible." You stared at him in wonder and disbelief. "I thought you were dead."

He smiled down at you, taking your hand when you placed it on his chest. "I assure you I am very much alive."

You looked at the group who lingered a few feet away, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at Ivan. "This world is strange. The clothes. The monsters...where are we?"

"800 years in the future." He said. "But don't fret, it is not as frightening as it seems." He turned to his team, "Allow me to introduce you. Tyler, Chase, Riley, Koda, and Shelby."

You looked at the group, sending them a small smile. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and hunched over, crying out. Ivan caught you when you knelt to the ground, lying you down.

"What's wrong?" Ivan looked at Kendall when she examined you.

"She's burning up."

You grabbed Ivan's jacket and he held your hand, leaning closer as you pulled him down. "It didn't work."

"We'll find another cure."

You groaned in pain and Ivan kept his face impassive while you squeezed his hand, masking how much it hurt. Whatever you were feeling was much worse.

"I'm glad that I saw you one more time."

"You're going to be fine." Ivan looked at Kendall. "Will she not?"

Kendall solemnly shook her head and Ivan looked down at you, inhaling sharply.

"I can't even begin to describe how much I missed you." You whispered, grimacing from the pain.

Kendall stood up, ushering the rangers out of the base. Ivan paid them no mind as he stared down at you.

"Ivan,"

"You're going to be fine."

"I...lo-"

A tear fell down his cheek when your head fell to the side, eyes closing. "No, stay with me." He shook your arm gently, lips parting in shock when he felt your hand go limp in his grasp. His head lowered solemnly as he kissed your hand before placing it on your stomach.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head, "I let you down. I should have been there to protect you. The fates have dealt us a cruel blow, indeed." He placed his hand on your cheek, "I will see you again, my love." He kissed your forehead, pulling away to fight back the cry that threatened to leave his lips.

From the moment he was free he dreamed of being home in Zandar with you. Now you were gone and he dreaded going home to the place that would remind him of you every day.

He now knew what you felt when you heard he didn't return. It was an overwhelming feeling that caused his stomach to churn. He wished you would open your eyes and smile just one more time. But Ivan knew he would never see you smile again. And it tore him apart.

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