Aimless outing
in which you took your significant other out for a ride.
pairing: idia shroud x yuu/reader
contents: kinda short oneshot, lower case intended, this is just a spoonful of sugar tbh, everyone thank deuce for lending us his blastcycle, kinda ooc idia? idk, actually based on a screenshot in the game i'm playing and i love that lmao, reader is referred to as yuu, gender neutral reader and narrated with you/yours
★ the daydreamer speaks — my second entry for my tumblr older sibling @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! the worms are worming and i'm on a roll hehe ^-^
do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @keii-starz @xen-blank @loser-jpg @lemonchuu @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @escha-evenstar
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"Yuu-shi, where are we going!?"
"Somewhere, anywhere! Does it really matter?"
a slow sunday and the lack of immediate tasks in your schedule was all you needed. and what better way to spend the day with your beloved than taking him out for a ride?
deuce was kind enough to lend you his blastcycle for this little trip of yours, wishing you good luck and all, and you've already gotten permission to go out from the headmage the day before, as much as you hated his gut. meanwhile, ortho was doing his best to get idia waiting outside of campus, and making sure he didn't second guess his desicions before you arrive.
and that led us to where you were now, going kilometres per hour as if gliding through the highway, feeling the cool wind of a chilly afternoon excitedly picking up your hair as the sun retreated behind the mountains. you loved the thrill it gave you, if the bright wide grin on your face was of any indications.
idia, on the other hand, was a bit overwhelmed. with his arms coiled tightly around your waist, hands trembling ever so slightly, he hid his face in your hair, not daring even a peek at the blurring surroundings.
"It's not a ride if you can't see what made it so fun in the first place, Idia! Just give it a try, then we can go back if you want."
idia stayed quiet, weighing his options. he could ask you to go back and return to the monotony of his life, safe yet nothing special. or, he could continue on this ride, just you and him on the road to an ambiguous destination.
he opened his eyes, widening as they laid on the most beautiful painting of dusk mother nature had drawn. white, pink, and orange blended together so harmoniously on a darkening blue canvas. rows of clouds lined the sky, bouncing around the little lights left of the sun onto the crashing waves the sea created.
his breath was taken away.
"Quite a sight, isn't it?"
idia could only muttered a soft 'yeah' as his eyes glued at picturesque scenery, taking in all he could for he wasn't sure he was going to see such a sight again. his tight grip on you slowly loosened, now only wrapping around your waist like a warm hug you would give him on chilly days.
the moon soon made its appearance as the canvas of nature was painted black, stars glimmering from beyond like diamonds in the sky. the two of you was making your way back to campus, with the blastcycle's headlights and idia's hair illuminating the road.
idia found the night sky was beautiful, a lot different from dusk, but he loved it all the same.
it was a fleeting sensation of a thrill so different than what his heart was used to, but it was welcoming, a comfort even. especially when you were there with him, laughing without a care and genuinely living in the moment.
it was a memory he wished to never forget.
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"I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with my mother that wasn't her telling me chores or schoolwork to do, or telling me off for not doing them."
Alice sat still for a moment before budging frank, "Hey. I've been meaning to ask you-"
"Hm?" He hummed in reply.
"Have you done your potions essay yet?"
Frank groaned and threw a sweet wrapper at her, "Fuck you."
She laughed and carried on, "It's due tomorrow, Frank. You don't want to disappoint your teachers do you?"
"Oh Merlin", he sighed, flopping backwards on her bed, "I think you're the most annoying person I've ever met."
She grinned and laid down too, turning her head to look at him. He looked back and they stared at each other for a few seconds.
She poked the skin above his lip, "Is that a moustache coming along?"
"Wait are you serious?" he jumped up in excitement, "do you have a mirror on you?"
Alice grabbed a small compact mirror from her bag and passed it to Frank, who immediately brought it up to his face and admired the small amount of hair slowly growing.
"You think I'm gonna ever have a huge beard, like Dumbledore or something?"
Alice laughed, "If you do, I'll help you braid it."
He stood with his hands on his hips, passing the mirror back to Alice, "since when do you know how to braid hair?"
"I have many skills, too many to tell them all to you."
Frank sat back down with a small laugh, "Of course, of course."
"Hey guess what?" Alice said, fiddling with the sweet wrapper.
Frank titled his head, "Hm?"
Alice grinned, "Mcgonagall gave me a biscuit."
He gasped, "She what?"
"Jealous?" She laughed.
"I've been dying to win her over! She still hates me and Kingsley for accidentally cheating on her last test!"
Alice laughed and laid back down, Frank following suit.
"Maybe you can win her by beating Slytherin next week."
Frank smiled back, "I'll work the team so hard they'll be begging for a new captain... apart from James, he'll probably love me even more for it."
Alice snorted, "He's cute."
"You would not be saying that if you were on the team. He's like a mini McGonagall with how much he yells at everyone. Definitely needs to be the next captain though, once we leave."
"Please don't remind me about having to leave", Alice grimaced, "I think I'll throw up."
Frank pulled out a packet of bertie botts beans from his robes, "Pleasant."
He opened the packet and chose one at random, "Oh okay. Yep that's vomit", he spat it out.
Alice moved away from the spat out jelly bean, "I feel partially responsible for that."
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This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!
You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)
It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and
Hmm. That's not water.
How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.
Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.
Perhaps a bit too much, actually.
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idk about anyone else but I'M thinking about how selena, annabeth, and chris were each manipulated by luke because they were close to him and trusted him, and how beckendorf, percy, and clarisse each wanted nothing but the best for the person they loved, and tried their best to protect them through their trauma and pain, how even in the face of death, they only wanted each other, and only thought of each other.
so yeah, so happy beckengard never died and selena and beckendorf and clarisse and chris and percy and annabeth get to go on silly little triple dates and everyone gets to laugh at clarisse and percy daring each other to balance a spoon on their nose for two minutes
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KRICKET PLEASE GOD GOD GOD—
especially the, “are you going to come again for me?” and “you can take more.” 😵💫😵💫😵💫
hhhhhhhh seb 💗 right tho I feel like it’s giving soft dom!Joel vibes 🫠🫠
and YEAH… Joel Miller + “good girl” makes me absolutely WEAK in the fucking knees 😵💫😵💫🫠🫠
You know he’d be the sweetest, softest dom, always checking in with you to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and feeling good.
smut under the cut* ❤️
You’re sat in Joel’s lap, instantly left feeling empty and whimpering at the loss of him as he gently lifts you off of his cock. Your thighs like jello from pushing yourself up and down his length while you rode him, practically melting against him after he’s just pulled your third orgasm out of you—your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck.
“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” he praises, and you can’t help but mewl against him as the tip of his still-hard cock bumps against your swollen, sensitive clit. “How’s my good girl?”
“Think ya got one more in you?” You nod against him, and one of Joel’s large hands moves to the crown of your hair to gently pull your head from the crook of his neck so that you can look him in the eye.
“Use your words, baby.” His stern tone eliciting another gush of wetness between your thighs. “You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes, daddy… want more”
And once he gets that confirmation, Joel’s right back to absolutely ruining you. Pulling your tired form in closer for a brief, but firm kiss before flipping the two of you over on the mattress so that he’s hovering over you. Lining the tip of his cock back up with your entrance and filling you with one swift thrust of his hips, harsh in comparison to the featherlight kisses he trails along your jaw before whispering into your skin,
“You can take more.”
Whewwww I need to lie down 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️
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