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martisxladyshura · 5 years

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A Chance Dance: A Tale of Friendship Between Two Lost Souls

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1. "City of Stars" is, of course, taken from the La La Land OST.

2. Cover art by me

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City of stars...

Are you shining just for me?

The hall of the once resplendent fortress was littered with broken, rotten furniture and ripped paintings, all veiled under thick layer of dust and cobwebs. The small, eerily green flames on each post that circled the room barely lit the area. Critters crawled to and fro the cracks on the walls.

On a fallen pillar near the entryway sat a restless Lady Shura, her golden eyes wide with curiosity as she tried to catch as much detail of the place as she could. Her beautiful white and silver dress, complimented by jewelry of the same color, stood out against the darkness enveloping the whole castle.

Leomord stood in attention a few feet from her. The cursed knight wore light vestments but still carried his sword, the Oath Keeper, in its sheath. He was ordered by Queen Vexana to keep an eye on the Ashura King's companion as they had important matters to discuss.

Martis owed the Necromancer Queen nothing for bringing Lady Shura back to the mortal realm as he had paid his dues with the Wings of the Apocalypse Queen, which he reaped with his blades when the seductress tried to work her spells on him (from what he heard, the Vampire Queen has since grown them back). He hated dealing with demons as he was used to killing them, and he held disdain for magic as the Shura saw it as a cheap trick the weak use in the absence of true fighting prowess. But Vexana claimed Lady Shura's reformed body needs constant upkeep that was not part of their original deal. Thus he had to at least consider the queen's whims if he wanted to keep his woman alive.

Unbeknownst to the two rulers, their subordinates had met a few times in the planes between life and death. Before her revival, Lady Shura held dominion over the underworld, harvesting the souls of warriors that met their end at the hands of the Ashura King to amplify his abilities. Mysteriously, after his dark resurrection, Leomord found himself in her domain the few times he fell asleep and dreamed.

During their time in the middle plane, the two lost souls spoke of their lives above ground, though Leomord carefully omitted disdainful parts such as killing himself, fighting for the Abyss, and murdering the innocent in the name of his Queen.

This was their first time meeting in the mortal realm.

"So... this is where you live..." There was concern in Lady Shura's voice as she continued to look around, trying to find something good to say about the place. "It's... um... quite massive. It must have looked incredible."

"It did." Leomord remained stoic as he spoke in a low tone, his voice having acquired a cold, metallic reverb after he was summoned back from the dead. "You should have seen this place in its glory, especially this hall. This used to be a ballroom. Every week, the king and queen held massive celebrations just to entertain the people. Royalties from all over the land would come in their best, most flamboyant attire. Everything and everyone was a spectacle of dancing colors."

Memories suddenly flooded Leomord's mind. He had not thought of the time before the fall of the kingdom since his reawakening. They felt like a distant dream, a different lifetime.

He bowed his head and closed his eyes as he recalled his boyhood.

"I had many foolish fantasies when I was still a squire. I dreamed of being a brave and gallant knight that would go on unbelievable adventures, saving beautiful ladies in distress from vile creatures, being hailed as the greatest hero of my kingdom, then finally meeting and falling in love with the most beautiful princess in this very hall."

"Really?" Lady Shura leaned a bit towards where he stood, her interest piqued.

A weary smile broke across Leomord's face. He looked up and stared far into the empty hall. "I imagined the crowd parting and there she would be... my beautiful, enigmatic future bride from a far away kingdom. I would charm and dance with her throughout the night. She would find me irresistible. But then her father would require proof of my valor. I would have to complete impossible tasks to win the fair maiden's hand in marriage."

"That sounds so romantic!" Lady Shura swooned.

Leomord chuckled.

"Romantic and foolish. I secretly practiced dancing during my free time to prepare for the day. But being a knight is far more taxing than what I had envisioned in my youth." He let out a sigh. "Protecting this kingdom and its people took precedence over my ego and fantasies, and it is no easy task." He rubbed the back of his neck, remembering how tired he would be by the end of each day. "Honestly, by the time I was finally honored with this post, all I wanted was to come home to a wife who will feed me and massage my aching body to sleep."

Lady Shura's smile waned a little. "A small cottage with a beautiful garden to greet you as you entered the home."

"A warm dinner."

"Children running to meet and pester you for stories of your gallant exploit."

"Yes."

Silence fell between the two. Melancholy filled the thick air.

"It's cruel that the world would deny such simple dreams." Lady Shura ran her hand around her neck. Martis may not have required her collar today, but the feeling of its tightness lingered.

"Such is the will of fate." Leomord's stoic and cold demeanor returned.

They remained quiet for a while. Lady Shura looked at Leomord, studying her friend as he stood completely still, not a hair from him moving.

"You know... No one has ever asked me to dance before." Lady Shura confessed.

"I find that hard to believe, my lady." Leomord spoke, still looking at the empty hall. "You are a very lovely woman. Only a fool would pass up the chance."

"Not when your hometown believes you to be the wicked witch of the forest." Lady Shura laughed uncomfortably. "The Shura Clan may not be warmest people, but at least I'm safe from being stoned and whipped to death. Again.”

Leomord turned to face her. "Not even the Ashura King has danced with you?"

Lady Shura raised a brow. Sarcasm was written all over her face. "Does he look like someone who dances? I am happy to be by the king's side but the man has no romantic bone in his body."

She folded her arms tightly and puffed out her chest. She furrowed her brows, crossed her eyes and shook her head mockingly as she spoke in the deepest tone she could muster. "You and your foolish fancies, woman! I only fight fight fight fight fight fight!”

Leomord tried but failed to stifle his laugh at her impression. She giggled at her silliness.

She took another look around the hall then stood up.

"Dance with me!"

"Huh?"

"Let's see those moves you practiced for your princess!" She teased.

"My lady..." He stammered as she got closer. "I... I don't think our lords would approve." He looked around the hall, checking to see if his queen or her king heard them. He shouldn't even be talking to her.

"Pffft!" Lady Shura brushed off his warning. She leaned to him, keeping her hands behind her back. "They're probably too caught up with their schemes. Come on!"

Leomord gulped as she took his hands and tried to pull him to the dance floor. "My lady, I... I am strongly against this idea."

"Please? Just a quick dance! They won't even know we moved from our spots!"

Leomord furrowed his brows as he stared into her pleading eyes, brilliant and golden despite the dimness of the room.

"Uh... there is no song to dance to..." He pointed out, trying to excuse himself from the situation.

"We'll sing as we dance! You must know some songs!"

"Well..." He wanted to lie, but he answered truthfully, much to his own surprise. "I can still recall 'City of Stars'. Somewhat."

"Oh, I love that song!" Her eyes lit with joy. "I heard it from a bard and couldn't get it out of my head for DAYS!"

Lady Shura continued to egg him on. "We'll sing it together as we dance! Come on!"

She clearly had no physical strength in her, yet Leomord found himself taking a step forward.

He wanted to stop but his other foot followed.

The next thing he knew, she had dragged him to the center of the hall.

He looked at her with uncertainty.

She looked at him with an encouraging smile.

He sighed.

He slowly unstrapped and laid his sword on the ground. He stretched out one hand and carefully wrapped his other arm around Lady Shura's waist, barely touching her with the back of his thumb.

Lady Shura showed no qualms, completely resting her hands and arms on him.

Just being this close to her felt like he was testing fate.

Then again... Only a fool would pass up the chance.

"City of stars, are you shining just for me?"

There was hesitation in his voice, which was barely an audible whisper, as they moved.

"City of stars... There's so much that I can't see.

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you."

He felt embarrassed but she never took the smile off her lips.

"That now our dreams...

They've finally come true."

Her voice was gentle and unwavering. Slowly, he gained his momentum as she sung.

"City of stars...

Just one thing everybody wants."

Vividly colored memories of the celebrations held in the hall filled his sights, melting his fears and the dreadful scenery surrounding them away.

"It's love...

Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else"

She giggled at her missteps but Leomord finally took lead, catching her faults and moving her with calm, sure gestures.

"A rush."

"A glance."

"A touch."

"A dance!"

He placed one hand behind his back then raised the other to his side while moving along the hall swiftly. Lady Shura followed, instinctively turning to meet his palm with both of hers alternately. Her dress flowed gracefully as she spun and twirled.

"A look in somebody's eyes...”

His deep voice melded with her gentle tone as they sang together.

“To light up the skies...

To open the world and send it reeling...

A voice that says, 'I'll be here' and 'you'll be alright...'"

He caught her hand, motioned her to spin, pushed her away then pulled her back to him, his hand now boldly pressing against her waist. His moves had conviction as if he danced every day. Lost in their moment, they didn't even notice their voices had gotten louder.

"I don't care if I know just where I will go 'cause all that I need is this crazy feeling...

A rat-tat-tat on my heart..."

He lifted her with one arm. She was light as a feather. He looked up at her with adoration as they spun. She was beaming with joy. The glow in her dress and jewelry reminded him of the magnificent chandeliers that sparkled brilliantly across the room.

"Think I want it to stay..."

He gently lowered her then pulled her close, holding her hands tightly.

"City of stars, are you shining just for me?"

He let her go, gently motioning her away from him.

"City of stars... You never shined so brightly."

The two curtsied in unison, Leomord bowing with one hand over his chest and the other behind his back. Lady Shura knelt slightly lower than him while holding the sides of her skirt, fanning it out.

The two remained still for a moment then looked at each other. Both had warm smiles on their faces.

They stood back up but before they could utter a word to each other, they felt the ground rumble. It was immediately followed by something heavy and sinister breaking through the floor.

A loud snap echoed through the hall.

Lady Shura was thrown to the ground away from Leomord by sheer force. As she was regaining her senses, she felt tight restraints snap around her neck and wrists. She shook her head and looked at her hands.

Both her wrists were wrapped in black shackles on heavy chains. She looked around and realized she was trapped within the Ashura's Teeth.

Meanwhile, before he could react, Leomord felt a strong force hit him on the face. He was sent flying across the room until he hit the wall, causing part of it to cave in.

A hand caught his throat before he could slide off the wall. He felt the force of two heavy blades land very close to his head. Debris flew everywhere.

"TREACHEROUS SNAKE!"

The Ashura King raised Leomord in the air then slammed him with all his might to the floor, which also cracked and caved upon impact.

There was ringing in Leomord's ears and his vision was cloudy. Blood trickled from his head, nose and mouth.

He could hear Lady Shura's muffled scream amidst the noise.

"MARTIS STOP PLEASE -!!!"

Martis held the knight by his hair and was about to deal another blow when a dark force pass through him. He was thrown back then realized he couldn't move.

"ENOUGH!!!" Vexana's voice echoed throughout the hall. She stood in front of the Ashura Teeth, one arm outstretched towards Lady Shura, the other to Martis.

"LET ME GO, NECROMANCER!"

"LAY ANOTHER HAND ON MY CHAMPION AND I WILL TAKE BACK THE LIFE I GAVE YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE PET!!!"

Martis let out a growl through gritted teeth while Vexana hissed at him. A greenish light emitted from the hand she held in front of Lady Shura, who was kneeling and holding on to the Ashura Teeth like prison bars.

"IT WAS MY IDEA!" There was clear desperation in Lady Shura's voice. "IT WAS MY FAULT! I SHOULDN'T HAVE-"

"QUIET, YOU FILTH!" Vexana snapped.

Leomord slowly regained his faculties. Instead of getting up, he moved to bow on one knee, hanging his head as low as he could.

"Forgive my foolishness, my queen, Ashura King." The coldness in his voice returned. "I had requested the dance out of selfishness. I am at your mercy but let the lady go. I only forced her to indulge my request."

The king's crimson eyes blazed with fury. "YOU DEPRAVED ANIMAL! I WILL -"

"I SAID ENOUGH! HOLD YOUR TONGUES, OR I SWEAR I WILL TURN YOU ALL INTO TOADS AND CRUSH YOU WITH MY FOOT!"

Lady Shura shook her head. She was on the verge of crying.

"I will let you go now, Martis. Do NOT act brashly." Vexana warned. She observed Martis, weighting the chances of him continuing his attack. He grunted but seemed to understand the situation.

The queen removed her hold on him.

Martis clutched his fists, trying to control his impulses. The Ashura Teeth slid back to the ground, returning to the underworld. Lady Shura remained kneeling, her hands on the floor, too afraid to move.

Martis walked towards Leomord, who remained very still, his black hair covering his face completely. The Ashura King loomed over him, disgusted and furious.

"MARTIS!" Vexana increased the energy she held in front of Lady Shura as a warning.

"Tss!" Martis walked towards his ward. "Train your dog to stay away from another man's property, Necromancer!"

"Only if you teach your bed woman to keep her legs closed! Take your whore and leave!"

Lady Shura looked up at her king and meant to explain further, but before she could speak, he picked her up with one arm and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Ow!" The spikes on his clothes and the tight space created by his armor constricted and pierced through Lady Shura's waist. She slapped his back with all her might, which Martis barely felt. "You are a brute!"

As they walked away, Lady Shura looked longingly at Leomord, remorseful for the trouble she put him through.

Martis and the lady's figure slowly disappeared in the darkness. The king's twin swords flew from the wall and followed their master just as they completely vanished.

Sure that they had gone, Vexana turned her attention to Leomord.

"YOU IDIOT! Your actions almost cost me MONTHS of plotting! What was that all about?"

"A lapse of judgment, nothing more. Forgive me, my queen."

"Tsk!" Vexana turned and slowly walked away. "If you do anything to sabotage my plans again, I will curse half the souls of this kingdom to damnation, is that clear?"

"Yes, my queen."

Leomord remained in his position until he could no longer feel the queen's presence.

He felt immense guilt for the elation he felt, knowing Lady Shura, the only friend he had left, would pay a heavy price for the moment they shared.

He swore never to let his emotions get the better of him again.

He stood up, wiping off the blood on his face with his sleeves and brushing off the debris on his clothes. He was walking to his sword when he noticed something shining on the floor.

One of Lady Shura's bracelets had fallen off during the commotion.

He knelt down and picked it up, examining it closely.

In the darkness that filled the halls of the fortress, the bracelet shined brightly like stars across the blackest night sky.

#mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #fanart #fanfic #martis #martismlbb #mlbbmartis #ashura king #lady shura #oc #otp #ships #friendship #friends #leomord #vexana #dancing #romance

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mageyewoqirife · 5 years

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Fixing a Broken Heart

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Inspired by this post by gale-of-the-nomads

Chapter 1

“She's just so perfect…” With a dreamy sigh and far off look in his green eyes, Adrien sat back against the cafe seat. His friends watched him with wide eyes, unsure of how to react to this new bit of information. Nino just stared at his best friend who supposedly had a crush on some beauty that he mentioned through the years on occasion, but for some reason today he seemed overcome with his love for the mysterious girl. All they can get out of him is that they met through work and have known each other for two years during which they have done their best to see each other at least once a week.

Alya's eyes swept over to Marinette who was looking down at the ground, the smallest of frowns on her lips. Heart breaking for her best friend while the boys remain oblivious, Alya opens her mouth to comfort Marinette, but gets cut off instead by a too cheerful voice.

“You should tell her! I mean - Any girl would be lucky to seen you, Adrien. I mean, to be seeing you. I mean, be Seen by you!” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before trying again. “You deserved to be happy with the one you love.”

Alya looks startled at Marinette encouraging Adrien to pursue another girl and makes a note to have a very interesting conversation with her later. Nino just seems confused, but goes with the flow. After all, his best friend is pretty awesome and he wants his friend to be happy. If dating this mystery girl makes him so content, then he should give it a go.

Adrien seems blissfully unaware of the check age in Marinette's emotional state or Alya glaring at him. He gives Marinette a dazzling smile that makes her heart pick up speed and thanks her. His eyes sparkle as he agrees and says he will bring it up next time they meet.

Lunch period came to a close and they began their truck back to school. Nino and Adrien took the lead, holding the doors open for the girls before sinking into a comfortable conversation that didn't interest their companions. In fact, Alya only had one topic on her mind.

“What are you playing at, girl! The last thing you should be doing if you want to be with Adrien is telling him to ask someone else out! What were you thinking?!” Concern mixed with curiosity in Alya's voice as she questioned her best friend. For two years Marinette had been crazy over Adrien so why was she backing off now.

“Alya, I want him to be happy. Yes, I love him, but he has been clear that we are just friends. As his friend, the most loving thing I can do is encourage him to be happy. He made his choice and I want to support it.” Marinette felt like this was a sign she was starting to mature and finally find a little bit of stability in the emotions that controlled her instead of blindly following her hormone driven feelings. Being Ladybug forced her to grow up and make difficult decisions. Time to make another. “I'm Adrien's good friend. Nothing more.”

Recognizing that her best friend had made up her mind, Alya simply let the subject drop for now. She would talk to the others in the class and maybe come up with a plan. Marinette was not good at following her own advice at all. She deserved to be happy too, but her sweet friend was willing to sacrifice her own happiness to give Adrien his own.

Every girl in their class wanted to help get them together. They make a plan to hang out that weekend at Juleka's place and invite Marinette to hopefully talk some sense in the girl. Rose starts planning, her romantic nature taking charge as she maps out Adrien and Marinette’ future relationship.

That weekend, most of the girls in their class find themselves tucked away on Juleka's house boat, giggling and having a blast ignoring their cares. The room is filled with carefree laughter and playful bantering when Marinette arrives, late as usual. Alya waves her over to sit on the floor between her and Rose who is chatting happily about the latest celebrity romance she noticed and how positively sweet it was seeing them together and so in love!

Marinette rolled her eyes and slid down to the floor, gently resting her purse holding Tikki beside her and rolls her eyes as the conversation shifts to the most popular (not) relationship in Paris: Ladybug and Chat Noir.

No matter how many times she denies it as Ladybug, people love to speculate about her and her silly kitty together. Seriously, the only way she could think that she could ever get out of it was to show up with a ring on her finger and Adr-... A random, non existent man on her arm. For so long, that man had soft golden locks and curious green eyes with a smile that made her swoon. Now, her future was tall and faceless standing next to her. A twinge of sadness made her lip twitch downward, but she squashed the flicker of emotion down and forced a smile. The future was simply unwritten and one day, she would meet her perfect match. One day.

“They have to have at least kissed or something. I mean, they have been partners for two years, both of them chase each other the city in skin tight suits and Chat Noir isn't exactly shy about what he wants.” Alix never did let anything hold her back from saying what was on her mind.

Alya shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face. “Don't we all wish. I'm all for Ladybug and Chat Noir getting together, but Ladybug still denies it. Best we can do is hope for the future. Trust me, if it happens, it will be all over my Ladyblog!” Marinette knows Alya was a fan in an out of the mask. As Rena Rouge, she tries her hand at matchmaking between the two super heros just like she does with Marinette and Adrien. If only she knew she was trying to set up her best friend with two different guys. Every time Rena Rouge gets Ladybug alone for a minute, she makes a quick joke or a suggestive comment, but the answer never changs.

Marinette grins at her own private knowledge of the whole situation and proud that her best friend chooses truth over gossip. Rose notices her grin and calls her out “Marinette, don't you think they would be sooooo cute together?” Hearts swim in Rose's eyes, imagining what she sees as the ultimate super romance.

Marinette just brushes it off, used to it by now. After all, Nadja Chamack has been trying to catch them together since that first live interview and rumors are harder to kill than cockroaches. “I think Ladybug and Chat Noir have enough going on without adding a relationship.” No one needed to know just how aware she was that neither hero had never had a serious relationship.

The conversation melts into a comfortable chatter or relationships and innocent gossip until Alix speaks up with a new suggestion: “Let's play Marry-Kiss-Kill!”

All the girls look around at each other before nodding at the simple game. They have played it before, but the combinations were endless so it never got old and several times it got one of them to admit a crush that no one knew about. “I'll start,” Alex said. “Gimme my names.”

“Max, Kim, Nathaniel”

“Easy, keep that order. Marry Max because those brains are bound to get him a good job, kiss Kim because his face would be hilarious and sorry Nathaniel. Bye bye. Rose, Juleka, your turn! Rose, Sabrina and Marinette.”

Juleka always blushes when given Rose, but she played along. “Marry Rose, kiss Marinette and kill Sabrina. Sorry.” Rose beam, happy with the answer and Marinette was simply happy she lived through the round. Now it was Juleka's turn to assign names. She always gives easy ones. “Mylene: Ivan, Nino and Adrien.”

“Marry Ivan of course,” Mylene doesn't hesitate about marrying her boyfriend of two years, but the others take a second to choose. “Kiss Adrien and kill Nino. Sorry Marinette and Alya.” She grins wide, tapping her chin with a finger until she points at Rose. “Alya, Chloe and Juleka”

“Well, Juleka is already marrying me. I'd rather kiss Alya, so kill Chloe” Beaming, she takes her pick, looking at the Ladyblogger and shifts the game from classmates to a whole new genre. “Alya, get to choose Rena Rouge, Carapace and Queen Bee!” Everybody waits eagerly for Alya's answer, but they didn't expect her to laugh.

“Easy. Carapace gets to marry me.” Alya wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, knowing full well who is behind the mask. “Rena Rogue gets the kiss because she is a foxy lady and I guess Queen Bee takes the fall.” Marinette grins, laughing quietly that Alya would rather kiss herself than Chloe.

“Marinette: Ladybug, Rena Rouge and Chat Noir.” Marinette's laugh died on her lips and frowned. She didn't want to kill any of them. Then again, she didn't want to kiss or marry herself or Alya, but her friends didn't know her personal connections. It gets quiet and Marinette realizes they are all waiting on her to answer, but this just wasn't fair. How could she chose between herself and her two best friends on either side of the mask!?

“I guess marry Rena Rouge.” Marinette did catch her best friend beam as soon as she spoke. “Can't I just kiss them both? I don't want to kill either of them.” This game was no longer fun. The other encouraged her to just pick, unaware of the war inside her. Deciding on who she would rather survive, Marinette answered honestly.

“Kiss Chat Noir, kill Ladybug.” Everyone froze. After a beat, they all spoke at once.

“You would kill Ladybug!?”

“But she can do her Miraculous Recovery magic thing and fix anything”

“You like Chat Noir enough to kiss him?”

“Ladybug…” “Chat…” “Marinette!”

Marinette flushed red, knowing none of them could understand and she couldn't possibly explain properly, but she did try the best she could. “I just think that's the way Ladybug would want it to happen. She would rather let her partner live even if it means she has to go.” The others forgot the game and started deliberating the three themselves. Some chose to kill Rena Rouge. Some chose to kill Chat Noir. No one else chose Ladybug.

Marinette decided she needed to walk about and get some fresh air and maybe a glass of water. Her thoughts followed her as she walked out, barely noticed by the others in their new heated conversation. The sixteen year old girl made her way to the kitchen and filled a glass with water before walking out on the desk and closing her eyes to the feel of a fresh breeze.

The cool air helped clear her mind along with a sweet melody playing from some unknown place. The music surrounds her and she lets her mind go blank, simply feeling each note and letting it wash over her.

“Hello, Ma-Ma-Marinette.”

#miraculous ladybug #marrinette dupain chang #marinnete #marichat #chat noir #luka couffaine #lukanette #djwifi #adrien agreste #adrienette #ladynoir #ladrien #ml fanfic

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futurewriter2000 · 6 years

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Flower

A/N: This one got me a bit worried and all but it ended up pretty good..ish. I really worked on it for a long time and sorry if the imagines are coming slow but I am just really taking my time. I need a really good inspiration to for all of it, I don’t want to pressure it too much. Love yall <3<3<3

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x reader

REQUEST: Can you do a imagine where the reader is super calm and innocent (like more innocent and calm than Luna) and remus has a big crush on her and he find her crying so hard bc some people take her favorite book about fairies or angels and Remus protect her something like that, I need this so much

TAGS: @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @huflerin

WARNING: Just so you know I am a poetic lil shit <3

She was a flower. So quiet that even the silence felt louder. Innocent, that even a saint couldn't compare to her. So calm that it was almost beautiful.

She was a flower.

A flower which everybody loved. The most georgeous out of all in the garden that if someone plucked her, the world would get dark.

But it would get darker especially for one specific Gryffindor. He was quite tall and handsome. His light brown hair, flecked with grey caused a lot of girls to swoon over him. His scars made him mysterious, yet his charm always seemed to find its way to your heart.

If this makes sense, than you should know that this boy was definetly oblivious to other girls feelings for him, just as you were oblivious to his feelings for you.

"Angels?" he smiled, standing in front of you and breaking your concentration from the book.

"Remus." you smiled brightly.

Remus. His name, spoken with your soft and kind voice, made him go crazy. He already felt his knees go weak and the fluttering in his stomach.

"I remember I read about the angles of the night. Marut and Harut I believe." he smiled and sat down on the chair beside you. You slowly put down your book and started to listen to him. " They believed they were better than human beings. So God challanged them and send them on earth to test their bodily desires. Of course they fell for a woman named Zohra and she..." he stopped.

You were smiling.

He knew why you were smiling and looking at him like that. He knew he rambled and rambled on about something you already know.

"You know that already don't you?" he simpered awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Letting out a pack of giggles you took his big hands into yours and smiled. "I did. Yes." You pulled him down so he could sit on the chair next to you. "But go on. I’d love to see your opinioun on them. " you spoke softly and leaned on your palms to listen.

He wanted to contine. Merlin's beard he wanted to talk but his tounge was completly tied. Your eyes were so beautiful. The (y/e/c) colour seemed to enchant him and your smile seemed to make his grow wider.

"I-I..." he stuttered and continue to fidget with his fingers.

What was he supposed to talk about again?

"How about you tell me about your favorite angel?" he was finally able to speak.

It was at this moment, as he spoke those words that he realized his favorite angel suddenly changed from Marut and Harut to (y/n)(y/l/n), because he hasn't seen eyes sparkle so brightly as they did with you, today.

He was a mess. Remus was a smiling mess and he couldn't stop that smile off his face. All he did was smile like an idiot, giggling when he thought back at today.

He was a mess. A smiling mess.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Sirius who couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

Since Remus came from the library, all he did was smile. Sirius couldn't figure it out. A day has passed and he was still smiling like a moron.

Remus looked at Sirius with wide eyes and smiled, yet again. "Nothing."

"No, you're doing it again. Prongs, tell him to stop doing it." said Sirius and turned to James.

"Moony, you're doing it again." said James, completly uninterested in the conversation and scribbling down on the parchment with ink sitting next to him.

"Doing what?" replied Remus, his face straightening up.

"That face." said Sirius and moved his index finger up to his lips.

"I don't have a face." denied Remus and put down the books and the quill.

"Yeah you do. You have it everytime (y/n)(y/l/n) is around or whenever you're thinking about her." spoke Peter as he looked up from his sketch book.

"(Y/n)(y/l/n). The (y/h/n). You like her?" quivered Sirius and jumped off his bed to walk up to Peter.

"Oh yeah. I have HOM with her." said James from his bed, not bothering to look up and continue to scribble down the words.

"HOM?" the other three said in unison, furrowing their eyebrows and staring at James.

Finally looking up from his essay with a quill in his mouth and at the staring Marauders, he took the quill back in his hands and smiled. "Yeah. History of Magic. HOM. It's shorter." he explained and rolled over on the bed to his desk. He put the parcment on the desk and rolled back on the bed for his ink bottle. He carefully screwed the top and rolled back on the desk. "Anyways... What I was trying to say was that I have HOM with her and that she always seems quiet and calm. Always holding on to this weird book of angels."

"That's because its her favorite and she's actually the most amazing person once you talk to her." objected Remus, who grew quite angry at James' tone when he talked about you.

"So you admit. You fancy her." grinned Sirius and looked down on Peter's sketchbook. "That's really good Wormtail." he added before jumping from Peter's bed and on to Remus'. "So have you asked her out already?"

"Dear god no." he laughed. "She doesn't like me. Probably."

"Probably." repeated Sirius and sat next to him. "You'll never know if you don't ask her."

"Yeah Moony. What do you have to lose?" added James and sat next to Peter. "That's amazing Wormy." he said as he saw the drawing in the sketchbook. "But you forgot the weird moul he has right next to his ear."

"You're right!" exclaimed Peter and scribbled a bit harder on the paper.

Remus touched the moul on his right ear and looked at Peter. "Are you drawing me, Peter!?"

"It's actually quite good. He really captured your lovestruck expression." laughed Sirius.

Remus stood up from from his bed and walked over to Peter. He picked up the sketch and looked closely at her. James and Sirius were right. It was good. Quite amazing actually and as much as Remus didn't want to admit it, he really did capture his looks, especially the lovestruck smile he wore the whole day.

"So what do you think?" asked Peter.

"Yeah, I'll ask her out tomorrow." he sighed in defeat and gave back the sketch.

Remus waited for you. He had a free period while James and you had History of magic or as James likes to call it HOM. He still laughed at it as he thought of James saying it multiple times yesterday.

He was nervous. Of course he was. He had a crush on you since 3rd grade. God, bless the day he was partnered with you. That day changed his whole life...

"Mate?" James said as he noticed Remus held up in his own world. "Oi, Moony." he repeated and shook Remus' shoulder. “ You alright mate?”

“Splendid.” replied Remus with a big smile on his face and put his hand on James shoulder. He looked around, his eyes searching you, but he couldn’t find you through the crowd. “Where is she?”

“Just missed her.”

“Bollocks.” cursed Remus under his breath and sprinted after you.

And there you were. In your (y/h) uniform, holding your books and... frowning?

Wha- Why were you frowning? asked Remus in the back of his head and started walking towards you. And as close as he got he noticed the three girls standing in front of you, holding your books and laughing.

“Angels?” scoffed one of the girls and turned the book around. “Angels don’t exist. At least not in this world, honey.”

“Just because you can’t see it, it doesn’t mean its not real.” you responded and glared at her. “Give it back now!”

“Oh what are you going to do? Cry about it? Ask the angels for help?” taunted the other and cackled as she threw the book in the air, making you twitch as she caught it.

“Careful!” you shouted and stuck your eyes on the book like a glue.

“Careful?” she quivered slowly. “Why?” she smirked maliciously.

“Just give it back Annabelle.” you added and reached for the book but was only pushed back by one of the other girls.

“Hey! She said to give it back. Now give her back the bloody book!” growled Remus and walked up to the three Hufflepuffs.

The two backed away from his sudden outburst while one of them stood her ground. “Whatever.” she scoffed and threw the book in the mud.

You felt tears roll down your cheek as your grandfather’s book was laying in a puddle of mud. It was quickly picked up by Remus though and he decided to use a spell or two to get rid of the mud.

He walked over to you and gave you the book. “Hey. It’s okay.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you took a hold of the book.

“Thank you Remus. This really means a lot.” you thanked him and wrapped your arms around his torso while your head laid on his chest, perfectly hearing his raising heartbeat. “Remus?” you asked all of a sudden.

“Yeah?”

“Why is your heart beating faster than a normal heartbeat would?” you asked and pulled away from the hug.

He looked down at your adorable (y/e/c) eyes and couldn’t help himself but to melt while watching them. “Well...um..” he mumbled and ran his hand through his hair. “ Well, (y/n). Here’s the thing. I kind of fancy you....a lot and I would love if you would go on a date with me.”

You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach as he said those words. You always liked Remus more than just a classmate but you were never sure if he ever liked you back. Until now. “I woud love to go on a date with you Remus.” you smiled and started walking backwards. “How does Friday sound?”

“Uh, it sounds perfect. “ he replied with a huge smile plastered on his lips.

“Okay then. See you on Friday.”

“Friday.” he mumbled quietly and couldn’t help himself but to smile. ”Friday.”

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The Return of the Viking Daughter - Chapter 5 (Ivar X OC)

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I climbed in behind the wheel and looked over at Ivar, relieved to see he seemed to have little trouble getting into the passenger seat. Turning to face me he carefully tucked his crutch into the back seat then faced forwards again, looking a little nervous as he pulled his seat belt on. I started the car, finding myself dazzled again, like a little kid, at all the little lights and doodads that flashed at me. I heard Ivar chuckle quietly beside me and I glanced over to see him smiling at me.

“What?”

Ivar shook his head, still chuckling and turned his gaze forward again.

I’d requested a standard, for reasons I couldn’t remember now, and had been quite capable with it on the way here yesterday, but with Ivar beside me I suddenly couldn’t do anything right and winced as I managed to make the little SUV jump roughly, protesting my shoddy clutch-work. After Ivar’s neck snapped forward another two times he finally burst out laughing and looked over at me.

“Where the hell did you ever learn to drive?”

“If I remember correctly, you, Ubbe and Hvitserk took me out in Ubbe’s old Trans-Am and taught me!”

Ivar laughed harder, obviously remembering that fiasco. I’d spent the next whole weekend helping Ubbe replace his clutch, and Ragnar had finally taken me out in his trusty old Lincoln, a land yacht if there ever was one, and managed to teach me the basics. The brief looks of terror on the old viking’s face had been worth their weight in gold as I’d careened around the empty parking lot, narrowly avoiding lampposts and curbs.

His patience and gentle instruction had paid off, however, and I’d been on my way to becoming a excellent driver when I’d been uprooted and replanted in Switzerland, my only driving opportunities at the full-time boarding school being during the brief summer vacations back in California. Once I hit Oxford however, I’d had no time or opportunity for driving, riding the tube or taking a cab where I needed to go. Shit, I was hella skilled on a Vespa, but my driving practice was weak.

“Go easy on the clutch there Red, okay, shift and let the clutch out slowly, yeah... give it some gas.” Ivar instructed, and I shot him a brief dirty look as I nonetheless followed his directions. He flashed me a smug smile as the vehicle shifted smoothly and began zipping merrily down the road.

“Are you hungry too? Where did you want to eat?”

Ivar looked out the side window a moment before answering. “What about Henry’s?”

I jolted slightly, surprised that Ivar remembered... of course he’d remembered. In the last few years of my life here, we’d always gotten our driver, whoever it might be, to take us to Henry’s Diner before dropping us off at school. We’d been regulars there, stopping many days after school too; Henry’s wife Fanny, an old diner battleaxe if there was one, always doted on us, treating us like her own grand-kids while terrorizing half the other customers. I’d always imagined, if I’d stayed here, that Ivar and I would have most likely nursed our hangovers there, or stopped there after whatever party we’d been to, ordering breakfast because it was the next morning, and we’d not yet sobered up. Henry’s wife was used to that, had served breakfast to every male Lothbrok at 4 or 5 am at one point or another. In truth I hadn’t eaten such good food as Henry’s since I’d left, even the Michelin-starred chef at the boarding school hadn’t compared.

“Sure,” I agreed, turning down a familiar lane.

The look on old Fanny’s face was absolutely priceless when Ivar and I stepped inside and she stumbled back for a moment, clutching her chest. I hoped we hadn’t given her a cardiac and glanced worriedly at Ivar, who looked similarly anxious. She recovered however and enveloped me in a tight hug that smelled of bacon and coffee, cackling delightedly.

“Sera! It’s been years! My dear, it’s good to see you!” She pulled away, only to pull me back for a wet kiss on the cheek that touched me to an almost absurd level. Her voice dropped and she spoke again. “I’m sorry to hear about your father, did you ever get to see him before he passed? I know your mother hauled you out of town like a shot that night, we never heard from you again.”

Fanny’s statement hit me in the guilts and I swallowed hard. “No, I didn’t get to see him-”

“Oh well, don’t listen to an old lady, I just get to babbling.... and you!” She turned suddenly to Ivar, pointing a bony finger at him, brandishing it like a knife. “You didn’t leave town, why did you never darken my door again?”

I looked over at Ivar in shock, he’d never been back, not after I’d left? Why?

Faint circles of red stood out on Ivar’s cheeks and he looked uncomfortable, glancing at me before looking back down at Fanny, who owned every goddamn inch of her 5 feet and had brought down taller men than Ivar before.

“It uh.... just never felt right,” he finally mumbled, looking down at his feet, the counter, anywhere but at the two women staring at him.

Fanny flapped her hands at him, “oh, you Lothbrok’s... go sit down, your old booth is still there.” She bustled away and Ivar turned towards the table. I followed after a pause.

Sitting down was like coming home again, the diner hadn’t changed a bit in eight years, it didn’t even look like the selection of pies under the glass domes on the countertop had been refreshed. Fanny appeared again like magic, clutching two sweaty water glasses and two menus, but we didn’t need them. We’d always ordered the same, Fanny either didn’t remember or hoped our tastes had matured.

“Buttermilk French Toast, please Fanny,” I smiled and Ivar nodded across from me.

“You want them stuffed?” Fanny asked. Although not an official menu item, Fanny had always indulged us and stuffed our toast with homemade cherry pie filling (Ivar) and apple (me).

“Please.” Ivar answered for us this time.

“Hash browns?”

“Yep,” I replied. The hash browns were real potatoes here, cubed (barf) for Ivar and shredded for me.

Fanny bustled away, looking wildly satisfied and I turned to Ivar.

“You never came back. Ivar, why?”

He shrugged, not ready to answer. I waited, one eyebrow raised and he finally relented.

“Why? You were gone, who else was there?”

I faltered, deciding to drop it. It was too damn early, and I was too damn hungry to deal with that now.

We made semi-awkward small talk until Fanny reappeared, and then for a few minutes we were too busy swooning over our old favourites. I hadn’t eaten such wonderful greasy fare in years and my palette shrieked in delight until I shut it up with more French toast.

I was just pushing my plate away, groaning when Fanny arrived at the table, she’d been scolding some regulars at the counter while we’d been eating but had appeared again like magic just as we finished.

She reached out and grabbed my left hand, staring pointedly at it before raising her sharp gaze to Ivar. “Well, where’s the ring?”

Ivar and I impersonated a pair of fish for a few moments, opening and closing our mouths trying to formulate a response before Ivar managed to stammer a ‘what?’

Fanny huffed. “Oh please, you dragged your long face around town for months after Sera’s momma stole her away. You two always looked so good together, you complete each other. You don’t always get a second chance son, don’t waste it now.”

Fanny’s attention was mercifully stolen away right then by the sounds of breaking glass and she whirled and stormed away, ready to raise hell with whichever poor bastard that managed to drop his cup.

Avoiding each other’s eyes Ivar and I both stood and he threw some bills on the table. We managed to exit the diner before Fanny was done laying into the chastised man at the counter, his head lowered in humbled sorrow.

This certainly wasn’t an alley of conversation I was ready for, not now, maybe not ever, and I was willing to never talk about it again, but Ivar seemed to have other ideas. We’d just climbed in the car and shut the doors when Ivar decided to speak.

“Sera, I-”

“Don’t Ivar, not right now.” My hands shook slightly as I gripped the steering wheel.

“No Sera-”

“Ivar!” I slammed my hands on the wheel. My heart was pounding and I had to take a few deep breaths. “I just-” I turned to him then, ready to ask for him to just drop it, to just not say what he was about to say because goddammit I was just barely holding it together right now, but I didn’t get the chance.

Ivar had turned and was leaning towards me. I barely had time to register the tortured look in his eye before he closed the remaining distance and pressed his lips to mine. An almost painful jolt shot through me, Ivar’s lips were unbelievably soft and his hand curled against the back of my head, into my hair, pulling me hard against his mouth. He started out gentle, but deepened it rapidly, pressing his tongue at my lips for entrance, his low groan answering my shuddering moan as I opened my mouth for him and felt him press inside. I’d never felt like this before, never been kissed like this before and my heart raced, my body ignitied with desire.

We just fit together, our lips moving together with delicious tenderness, just the right amount of heated friction. Shit, the man knew how to kiss, and my body responded like it never had before. His skin was soft as I cupped his cheek, and we explored each other’s mouths with an edge of desperation, hunger born of years of want and waiting. I pulled away finally as my head began to spin from oxygen loss and Ivar rested his forehead to mine as we panted together, trying to collect ourselves. His eyes were closed but then he raised them to meet mine and I saw they were black with desire, the pupils blown wide. Still breathing hard he pulled his hand from the back of my head to my chin and brushed his thumb along my bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

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Kisses

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn’t be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.

He liked it. No. He loved that about you.

True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn’t like not being the most observant person in the room.

He generally portrayed himself in a way that made him popular, and he did have a lot of those traits, but he turned to that even when there were times he would have acted much differently if no one was around. He put on airs that he deserved to be the most popular person in the room at any given time. Pompous. That was the word you’d used.

In your second year, the two of you had been partnered up for a class assignment. He introduced himself the way he always did, hand on his hip, head cocked to the side, smile so wide and so fake he was amazed at how often it worked on anyone. People saw what they wanted to see, he supposed.

You looked annoyed at his entrance, rather than swooning or excitedly complimenting him like most of Aobajousai. You introduced yourself, but after that, you did your best to communicate as little as possible. It was irritating, to say the least.

“What’s your problem?” he asked the next day in the library. “I’m a likable guy. Everybody says so.”

You rolled your eyes, and glanced up from the project the two of you were working on.

Huffing with frustration at being interrupted, you said, “Look. Everybody has something they don’t like about themselves, but the way you cover yours up is creepy. Maybe you are a good guy, but how would anyone know with the way you act? You can be insecure and still be likable, you know?”

His smile faltered, but only for a moment, before he responded in a sickly sweet voice, “You don’t know the average person very well then. Being popular follows a certain set of rules.”

“Oh. I didn’t say you would be popular. I said you might still be likable,” you answered, looking back in the textbook you were reading as reference. “By the way, ‘everyone’ does not say you’re a likable guy. People that have been on your bad side actually say that your personality is disgusting.”

“What?” he asks incredulously. “Who says that? Besides guys on the court?”

“The people that know you best don’t count?” you asked off-handedly. “That’s convenient.”

Oikawa noticed that he was tapping his forefinger loudly and repetitively. “What have I ever done to you to make you this disagreeable?”

“I’m not being disagreeable. I already told you that maybe you’re even likable, but I can’t find out if you’re going to pretend to be all sunshine and rainbows.”

“You’re not going to find out, at all. We can finish this project, and I certainly won’t bother talking to you again. You’re very rude, (F/n)-chan,” he said, voice low and serious, not feigning mock hurt or surprise as he normally would.

Shrugging, you answered, “I definitely can be. It’s not my fault if you don’t like not being the only one who sees people’s weaknesses. If you need to prance around like some pompous king of the school, whatever–just don’t expect me to take you seriously.”

He pursed his lips and crinkled his forehead, staring at you with irritation. Pompous king of the school? Obviously, you were just a hateful person. It didn’t matter if one girl at school didn’t like him…especially if it was just you. He didn’t give a damn what you thought.

Mostly.

Childishly, he flipped your book closed so that it landed on the floor.

“Finish this yourself, then,” he growled. Before stalking out with his hands in his pockets, he swore he heard you giggle.

Later he complained about you to Iwa-chan.

“I don’t know why you’re so pissy about it. She’s not wrong and you know it.”

“Girls don’t talk to me that way. I mean, I’m polite and talented and handsome. It’s not like I’m you, Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi raised a fist and punched him in the shoulder. After a dangerous glare, he said, “You can be a dick sometimes with that high-and-mighty shit, but you almost never let people see the best parts of you. I mean, true, I wanna punch you in the face 60% of the time…but you’re also my best friend for a reason. The team respects you for a reason. You don’t have to wear that Mr. Perfect mask around everyone.”

Crossing both arms over his chest, Oikawa pouted.

“You can’t be mad that she out-Oikawa’d you,” Iwaizumi laughed.

“She didn’t! I’ll find out her weakness if it’s the last thing I do!” he swore.

~ ~ ~ ~

The more Oikawa learned about you, the more he began liking you. At first he hadn’t realized it, and when he did, it annoyed him more than anything.

The first time he really noticed it, you were sitting outside after school, reading a book as he walked to practice.

“What’s up, Snobby-chan?” he asked, addressing you with the nickname he’d given your attitude.

When you glanced up, Oikawa swore there was more red lining the rims of your eyes than usual, but he saw no traces of tears by now. He kicked your foot slightly, gesturing for you to move your legs, and then he sat beside you on the grass.

This is it! he thought. I’m finally going to find out what upsets her.

“What do you want, Tooru?” you questioned, not sounding particularly harsh or upset. You excelled at that. Then you surprised him when you asked, “Having a bad day today?”

“Me?�� He couldn’t understand it. He knew he’d done an excellent job at hiding how stressed he was becoming at the approaching match against Shiratorizawa. The truth was, he was having a horrible day. He’d seen that infuriating Ushiwaka the night before, and the way he spoke to Iwaizumi and Oikawa like it was just pure fact that they would never beat him…it got under Oikawa’s skin more than anything else could. He’d killed himself with extra practice that evening and even more by coming to school today earlier than normal.

But he had been all smiles and jokes and politeness and flirtatious gentleman during classes. How could you possibly know he’d been having a bad day?

As if you had heard the question in his mind, you shrugged and said simply, “You seemed really off today…I don’t know. You even put that 'king’ face on at me– extra cheerful and too much of that gross smile you do.”

“I do not have a gross smile!” he argued. “Why are you so damn mean to me? I didn’t do anything wrong and you’re insulting me. I was a perfect gentleman today, and it’s not fair that you’re still sitting here so smug over pointing out my shitty day!”

Great. You just admitted it, idiot.

“I wasn’t trying to be smug,” you replied, closing your book. “I was trying to say it’s okay to have a bad day sometimes. I’m not going to think any less of you just because you feel like throwing a fit.”

“I do not feel like throwing a fit!” he shouted, grabbing your book and flinging it into a tree.

His eyes widened, surprised at his own outburst. Turning his head to you, he saw you suppressing a frustrating “I was right” sort of grin. You didn’t look shocked or angry. You didn’t look offended, and it kind of irritated him. He growled a little and it seemed to set you off. You were laughing.

“Shut up,” he grumbled as he retrieved your book. He stretched his arm down and handed it to you. “That wasn’t a fit,” he pouted, sitting back at your side. “It was a tantrum.”

Now both of you chuckled, and it was the first time he’d seen you laugh and it was mesmerizing. He turned his head with a blush once he realized he’d been staring at you a little too hard.

“What are you, a sorceress?” he muttered.

“Just very observant,” you replied, knocking your knees against his. Oikawa liked that gesture more than should have been possible.

“No. I’m very observant,” he retorted. “You’re a witch…or maybe a fortune teller.”

“That’s it. You caught me,” you said matter-of-factly. “Want me to tell you your future?”

He laughed and said “sure” expecting some joke in response.

He was taken aback then when you answered, “It’s gonna be fine.”

He knew he was looking at you like you had two heads. He could feel his mouth hanging open and he didn’t seem to be able to blink. You, on the other hand, were giving him the most genuine smile he’d ever seen on your face, reiterating aloud, “Whatever it is, it’s gonna be alright.”

“Of course it is,” he mumbled. “I know that.” He closed his eyes and turned away.

He intended to sit silently or sulk off to practice, but that smile of yours seemed burned onto the inside of his eyelids, prompting him to just let everything out. So he did. He told you everything about what he had been agonizing over and about Ushiwaka and even Tobio-chan and how hard he’d been working. He didn’t sugar coat it. He showed you all the disgusting parts of himself; the whining, the meanness, the pettiness, the jealousness, and even the heavily masked self-loathing.

When he was done, you looked thoughtful for awhile, before responding, “So, basically, you’re kind of a big baby, right?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Basically. Pretty gross, huh?”

“A little,” you admitted, getting to your feet. He quickly followed and the two of you began walking, “but we all have something like that. It’s definitely not your most attractive quality, but I think it’s a lot better than your 'king’ act. At least, it’s honest.”

Looking up, Oikawa realized that you’d walked him to the volleyball gym. Now you were just showing off, he couldn’t help but think. You knew exactly where he wanted to be to fix his rotten mood.

“Sounds like there’s only one thing for this Ushiwaka guy,” you said, and he nodded, still not entirely sure you didn’t have some kind of magic. “Do your best.”

He let out a quiet laugh in agreement, as you wished him goodbye and started walking away. He couldn’t seem to stop staring again and it was then that he remembered something else you’d said. “Hey, wait a minute, Snobby-chan…I mean, (F/n).”

When you turned your head back, he smiled at you…but not the “king’s” smile. He called out, somewhat teasing, “You think I have attractive qualities?!”

“Shut up, Tooru!” you called back blandly, not giving anything away.

Still, Oikawa was suddenly feeling invincible. Even his teammates were floored by how much he excelled at practice that evening.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Oi! Oikawa! Are you in there?” Iwa-chan’s voice finally registered, now that he was flicking Tooru in the forehead repeatedly.

He’d completely forgotten that Iwaizumi was playing video games in the floor at his house. Rubbing the sting on his head, he said, “What was that for?!”

“You were daydreaming again! I was asking what you’re gonna do about tomorrow.”

“About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance. He knew perfectly well that you’d been the topic of their conversations for a week straight.

“About (F/n), stupid,” he groaned. “You invited her to come as your friend, but you and I both know you want something more than that.”

“Girls confess to me all the time, Iwa-chan. How hard can it be?” It was impossible to miss the glare that comment had garnered from his best friend.

“It’s not as easy as you make it sound or you would’ve done it already.”

“I think she likes me, too. I really think it’s possible I have a chance. Is that dumb?” Oikawa couldn’t hide the insecurity behind his assertion.

Giving him a softer look than he usually would, Iwaizumi said, “I’ve seen how you are with her. You’re really yourself. You put a lot of effort into the time you spend with her…in a good way. I do think that’s gonna pay off for you, man.”

Like all the effort I put into volleyball paid off this year? he couldn’t help but think, deep frown etched on his features.

“Don’t do that,” his friend commanded. When Tooru looked at him with a puzzled expression, Iwa-chan continued, “Don’t get stuck in circles in your own head. You always do that to yourself. It won’t help you here.”

After Oikawa agreed slowly with a nod, Iwaizumi added, “Just don’t do the king thing. You know she hates it. Be yourself.”

“I know that! I’m not a total lost cause!” he shouted, more than a little miffed.

He knew why Iwa-chan had warned him of that specifically, though. It was because there would be a large number of people at this party; people that would make his insecurities rise and his habits hard to break. Not playing the Grand King in front of a crowd of volleyball peers would be difficult, indeed.

Already fretting, Oikawa was beginning to wish he hadn’t invited you. There could have been other opportunities to confess, but he knew you were interested in seeing some of the people he was always whining about. He wanted to share that with you– kind of. He could only hope things wouldn’t get ugly.

= = = =

You, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi had barely made it through the door to the ballroom before the King was swarmed by fans. You rolled your eyes, and kept walking to the refreshments, missing that he’d called after you over the chatter of the party.

Stopping at the table and pouring a drink, you surveyed the room, taking in the different people in attendance. Of course you recognized all the boys from Aobajosai, but you also wanted to meet some of the people that Oikawa had spent the last two years complaining about to you, so you took the initiative to move about the room and introduce yourself here and there.

When you stopped in front of a boy with orange hair, you knew he must be the “Chibi-chan” Oikawa had raved about, which meant that one of the guys standing next to him was–

“Yahoo! Tobio-chan!” You flinched at the sugary sweet voice and didn’t miss the slight glare of a stern looking boy in front of you. Oikawa was next to you now, hand on his hip, the other around your shoulder, but he didn’t acknowledge you first. He was too busy glaring at the pair in front of you.

“So this is where you’ve been, (F/n)?” he asked in a way that some other girl might have felt was adorable. You just found that it made your stomach churn. You thought he had learned not to treat you like an idiot.

Ducking out from under his arm, you said, “Guess I’ll leave you boys to catch up,” before walking off again.

“Wait,” he tried, but the boys laughing at your dismissal of him was more important it seemed, as he stayed to defend himself.

If he’d just treated you like you knew he hated Kageyama, you would have gladly stayed by his side to defend him, if necessary. Instead, it was back to phony smiles and treating you like a groupie. It hurt your feelings when he didn’t give you the respect that he normally would. You were very fond of Oikawa and had liked that honest side of him from the start. You knew he was just acting out his insecurities, but it still didn’t make it okay for him to forget you were on his side. Especially in front of others.

You hadn’t made it very far away when you bumped into a very large form. “Oh, I’m sorry about that,” you said, looking up to a stoic looking guy, with kind of olive brown hair.

“You must be Ushi–” but then your hand was pulled and you were whipped the opposite direction of Shiratorizawa’s Ace.

“Nope. Not him,” Oikawa scolded, pulling you out towards the lobby of the building.

“What the in the world, Tooru? I was just going to introduce myself,” you pointed out, stunned at his behavior.

“I don’t want you to talk to him…anyone but Ushijima…or Kageyama,” Oikawa said sternly, with a concerned frown on his face.

“You’re being weird. That’s why you brought me, isn’t it? I just wanted to see what they were like. Those guys didn’t even have time to do anything to piss you off tonight,” you complained, digging your feet in and stopping the pair of you from walking further.

“Didn’t do anything to piss me off? They took everything away from me! Don’t you remember?” he questioned, hands gesturing wildly.

You opened your mouth to yell at him, but then closed it. It wouldn’t do any good with him in this kind of mood.

Of course, you remembered. You had been there for him when he had cried, after telling you all about that last loss. You’d ached right along with him and would have done anything about the hurt he was feeling. When his shoulders shook from the tears, you had laid his head over on you and stroked his hair. There was nothing else you could do in that moment. It was something that was going to hurt no matter what. When he left your house afterwards, he had thanked you with a genuine, almost timid sort of smile.

You wanted to keep him from that kind of pain again, but it didn’t seem he had any intentions of letting you. Instead, he was just going to get himself all worked up and do something stupid. Then he’d go find some girl to tell him what he wanted to hear about himself; not what he needed to hear. There were certainly plenty there that night for him to choose from, you thought dejectedly. Pointing that out probably wouldn’t help right now, however.

Still, you suggested, “You’re being a little dramatic, don’t you think? Just go back in there and enjoy all the fangirls you have that they don’t. They’ll be jealous and you win or whatever. Problem solved.”

“How does that solve my problem?” he asked, looking completely offended at the suggestion. “You don’t even know what it is.”

“Well you’re acting like you want to gloat. Go do it, if that’s what you wanted tonight. You didn’t have to bring me just to humor me, Tooru. You know I don’t want to be that kind of friend. Call me tomorrow, and tell me how it goes, if you want.” You thought maybe he’d throw one of his little fits and things would go back to normal.

“Seriously? That’s not what I want at all.” You saw a different kind of look cross over his face then–a desperate sort of look you had never seen from Tooru.

“Then what do you want?” you questioned. You were surprised at how quickly the other two guys had gotten to him that evening…and even more surprised at how quickly he answered the question.

“You! I want you, (F/n),” he blurted out. There was silence and he didn’t mean to, he would tell you later, but out of nervous habit that stupid fake grin of his took over his face. He didn’t need to see your reaction. He could feel how insincere he looked.

Now wasn’t a good time to start one of his acts. If he was testing you, it wasn’t funny. “Don’t be a dick, Oikawa! You can’t just distract me from your issues by trying that crap on me. I’m not a fangirl.”

“It doesn’t matter what I say or do anymore, or how hard I try, does it? It probably never did. You’ll never believe that I’m being sincere…and why would you? You’ve seen too much of the real me. I don’t blame you.”

You loved the real him. Why would he say that? Why did he think you always pushed him to be himself? You grimaced at his accusations. This night wasn’t going how you had hoped at all. With hurt in your voice, you ordered, “Stop it. It’s not funny anymore.”

“Damn it all!” Tooru growled and turned, punching the wall repeatedly. “Useless! Useless! Useless!” He let out a loud guttural yell and punched the wall again, when his fist reared back this time you could see red smeared across the painted surface. He was bleeding.

“Oikawa, stop! What are you doing?! Tooru, you’re hurting yourself! Stop that, please!” you’d been shouting. As you did, you could hear fast approaching footsteps and felt relief as Iwaizumi’s hand shot out and gripped Tooru’s fist, restraining him with his other arm. He seemed to have a sense for when Oikawa was getting himself into trouble, and you were grateful.

“What the hell is wrong with you, idiot! Don’t scare her like that! Calm down!” Iwaizumi scolded, glaring hard at his best friend.

Oikawa apologized quietly, but didn’t meet your stare. His eyes were wide and he was shocked at himself, staring at his injured hand completely dumbfounded. Iwaizumi pulled the handkerchief out of Oikawa’s jacket and draped it over his knuckles.

You had seen him mad at himself and disappointed in himself plenty of times before, but this was the first time you’d seen him that angry. This wasn’t his normal petty tantrum. This was something else. It was startling to see someone like Oikawa that worked up about anything. You knew it was likely a side to the popular setter very few people had known.

Hajime turned to face you, still holding onto Tooru even though he’d relaxed. “Excuse us, (F/n). He’s sorry for that, believe me. He’s sorry.”

Then with a growl at his friend and a tug from the loose chokehold he had on him, he said, “Get over here right now, dumbass! What are you doing?!”

They disappeared around the corner at the far end of the lobby, opposite the entrance to the dance hall. You weren’t sure why, but you followed quietly behind and stopped to lean against the wall on your side, eavesdropping and out of sight. It wasn’t polite, but you couldn’t resist the urge.

“…did you think that was going to go, Shittykawa?” you heard Hajime whisper.

You didn’t hear a response from Oikawa. Finally, Iwaizumi asked, “You did that thing you always do, didn’t you? That fake ass smile and voice that works for your groupies, but you knew she wouldn’t believe you if you did that! You’re the one who said she would think it was weird. You told me yesterday you would just be honest. What happened to that?”

“I chickened out. I panicked. Those guys were making me feel like a joke. They weren’t even trying, I know that! No one has to tell me.”

“You need to calm down more,” you heard Hajime urge.

“I’m trying, but I ruined it. I put too much effort into everything. I want it too badly…she’s going to think I’m some creep.”

“You are a creep!” For a moment you wanted to laugh the tension away.

“That’s rude!” he exclaimed just above a whisper. Then you could here his voice cracking, “What do I do, Iwa-chan? I just ruined it. Not only did I lose my nerve, I showed her an even uglier part of me.”

His nerve for what? you wondered.

“That was pretty disgusting back there. Why did you lose it like that?” Hajime wondered.

“I can’t tell her I have feelings for her. I can’t tell her I know her favorite songs or books or flowers. I can’t say that I recognize her by the smell of her shampoo, or that I love that cute face she gets when I manage to irritate her. I’m not going to say I know exactly what face she makes when she’s happy– that I can see it clearly, even when we’re just on the phone or texting…or even when I’m by myself and lonely.”

Your heart was pounding out of control. He was actually trying to confess?! Why would he do it in the middle of your argument about two guys he hated? Your mind was swimming, trying to grasp onto the answer.

“Why the hell not? Damn, Oikawa! Even I might want you if you said those kinds of things,” Hajime taunted. “Why can’t you just tell her?”

“Because then she’ll know what she means to me and maybe I won’t be enough. I’ve never been this honest with a girl. If she rejects me, it’s not that phony part of me she’s rejecting. It’s just me.”

Oh.

Iwaizumi started, “You don’t know that she doesn’t have feelings for you or you wouldn’t be acting like such a baby right now. You said yourself that you thought you had a chance. Why did you change your mind?”

“You don’t understand, Iwa-chan. I want this as badly as I’ve ever wanted anything, and you know better than anyone else what it means for me to say that. It’s easier to be that guy that can’t get hurt. It’s easier just to be the asshole when I’m afraid.” Oikawa’s voice was smaller than you had ever heard. The fact that he was this worked up over you was something you couldn’t quite fathom.

“Easier?!” Iwaizumi actually shouted now. “You’ve never done things the easy way in your life! You’re gonna do this if I have to hold you down and make you say it.”

You came around the corner to Hajime gripping tightly to the collar of his best friend’s suit jacket, about to jerk him back down the hall towards you. “That won’t be necessary. You don’t need to go that far, Hajime. Right, Tooru? The Oikawa I know would never quit without putting forth his best efforts…until the last possible second.”

Both of the boys’ faces were frozen in surprise, like two kids caught doing something they knew would get them into trouble. Oikawa asked, “How much did you hear?”

“Not enough,” you said.

The two of you stood staring at one another, watching for minute signs of the other’s mood. You saw the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, as he took a thick and nervous swallow.

Forgetting Hajime had been there, you only noticed again when he cleared his throat loudly. Clapping Tooru firmly on the back for encouragement, he excused himself to return to the party.

The both of you still stood staring, unable to think of what to do now. You had to do something, though. The silence was maddening.

“Come on,” you called, pulling him along by the sleeve of his suit jacket until the two of you were outside and sitting on some grass, near the large event building, in the dim light of evening.

“Why did you get upset when I tried to talk to those two?” you asked finally, sitting close enough that your right side touched completely against his left.

He shrugged, but said, “I didn’t want you to see they were okay guys. It’s stupid, but I thought maybe you might like them more than me.”

“That is stupid,” you responded simply, knocking against him in an effort to tell him you understood.

“You like it when people are sincere. No one’s more sincere than Ushijima…and Kageyama’s too dumb to be anything but honest,” he said quietly. You couldn’t help but snicker at the jab.

“So…what? I thought we moved past you putting on your shows with me. Have you been lying to me for two years then?” you joked.

“Yes,” he said shortly. You didn’t have time to feel ambushed or voice disappointment before he was saying, “I love you. I’ve known for such a long time, but I kept it from you. You make me feel invincible and insecure at the same time. I feel strong and weak around you. So I kept it from you, and I lied because I was afraid you couldn’t want someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” you repeated. He was exactly the person you wanted. You had liked him as he was from the moment you’d gotten under his skin and made him throw his little hissy fit in the library. You stared at him in awe. For someone who most people saw as so put together and so confident, he really could be blind when it came to himself.

“I can’t believe you’ve had all this time and never figured out my weakness, Tooru,” you marveled.

He gave you a curious look, and you smiled softly before grabbing him by the face and crashing your lips into his. There was a muffled noise of surprise from Oikawa, before he melted into the soft caress of lips. One hand braced himself beside you on the grass and the other had his long, beautiful fingers tracing over your cheek and chin and the soft new hairs at the base of your neck.

“(F/n),” he said between kisses trailed down your neck, neither of you pulling away or opening your eyes. “You like me?” You could feel the smile he couldn’t conceal against your throat as he asked.

You pulled his face back to yours and kissed his cheeks and beside his eye. “For so long,” you laughed with the little breath you could spare.

He growled low, like an animal finally capturing its prey, and dove back in for your lips. Your hummed response sounded as if you were quenching a long held thirst, and you parted your lips as he leaned you back against the grass.

Delving into your mouth, your tongues worked together, hot and thick, and there was so much sensation you weren’t sure how to process it. Draping your arms loosely around his neck, you leaned up to kiss down his long, beautiful throat and the top of his chest, before laying back on the grass and allowing him to taste your lips once more.

You were trying hard not to get carried away, and you could tell he was, too. None of his weight was rested against you, even though you almost felt pain from the longing. You smiled to yourself, thinking it was amusing that his lips tasted like the honey-covered words he so easily fed to people. This wasn’t an act, though. It wasn’t a lie. This was Oikawa touching, tasting, inhaling your breath like it was the last air he’d ever receive. You could feel the breathing between to two of you began to shudder excitedly.

When the kiss finally broke, he looked truly like a king, but not that false one he pretended to be. He looked sure of himself and confident and sexy with those chocolate brown eyes studying every moment of your breathlessness. His darkened form hovering over you, lit only vaguely with the nearby glow of the building, made him look every bit the part of a demon tempting you to your end. Your lipstick smeared dark and seductively across his person certainly did nothing to derail that image.

With a devilish smirk, voice husky and raw, he said, “You shouldn’t have said that. I’ll never let you live that down, you know?”

“Live what down?” you questioned, trying to remember what it meant to breathe.

“You’re weak for Tooru Oikawa,” he gloated.

You let out a short laugh. It was true. Any girl would be weak for Oikawa as he was right this second…but his heart was yours and yours alone, flaws and all. He was phenomenal, and as far as you were concerned, he could rub the fact that you wanted him in anytime.

Still you taunted, “You were weak for me first.”

“Too true,” he purred before need took over and he was leaning in to your lips again.

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