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Sometimes, you meet someone who is your fallen angel, but has a broken wing. Someone who is so kind and loving and beautiful but is so damaged because others saw their beauty and tried to destroy it. You will look at your angel, basking in the warmth of their passionate words, and wonder
How could anyone not love you? You are dawn and dusk and hugs and stars and everything good in the world. Why does no one else see how breathtaking you are in your shining glory, and why would anyone try to take that away?
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Laser Tag Academy: The Battle Hymn of Jaren’s: What The Hell Was That? (Patreon Review for Emma Fici)
Hello all you happy people! I’m Jake and I review animation and comics and today we’re looking at a fun one and after a long week getting ready for a garage sale and with three meaty reviews coming next week, I needed it. This is one emma’s wanted for a while but other ideas and what not have meant it took a bit to get to it. That and when originally thought about in Febuary, we both realized maybe a gloriously stupid laser tag show from the 80′s wouldn’t handle the civil war tactfully enough to have it in black history month.
But it’s finally here and it.. it’s a lot in the best way possible. Every once in a while as a reviewer you luck into something truly special no other reviewer seems to hav recovered. Something wonderful. Something PROFOUNDLY STUPID in the most hilarious way possible. My friends and anyone just joining us, I welcome you to Lazer Tag Academy. I’m hoping to go back there someday because this episode alone was a gold mine of terrible creative decisions, unfortunate implications, and hlariously insane choices for the series as a whole. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Watch me rock.
So just from the SETUP this is weird. A lot of this is from wikipedia as I only had the intro on the incredibly blurry rip I had to watch this on youtube but given i’m sure whoever has the rights to this doen’t even know they HAVE the rights for this, that’s fair.
Anyways the premise is this: It is the year 3010 and Laser Tag has evolved to the point that while it still has vests and laser guns, said lasers can do whatever’s convient to the plot, all crime has been abolished, wild stalyins are seen as gods and there’s free fro-yo on thursdays. But disaster strikes when generic bad dude and space pirate Draxon Drear from the year 2061 is awakened from cryo with his army of troll monsters. Because every villian has to have inept comedy minons and gremlins had came out two years before this, so he got space gremlins.
Anyways because the Lazer Tag stuff was invented in 1987, Draxon heads back there to kill it’s inventor as a child, then settles into trying to destroy her ancestors so that do anything lazer tag never exists. Why is he doing this? Why is his plan so self destructively stupid? Does he realize this might undo his timeline or make him fade into nothing? does he realize that doing this will likely cause the timeline to collapse in on itself from the insane number of paraodoxes?
But it’s comedy gold. So Lazer Tag Champ Jamie Jaren , whose naturally a teenager with attitude goes back and recurits said inventor ancestor, Beth, her older brother tom, and their little brother nicky as teenagers and a baby child respectively. Together they go through time to stop this monumentual dumabss from destroying everything with his sheer incompetence and mustache twirling.
Now you know the plot this episode in paticular.. takes place during the Civil War. You know the war where a bunch of racist idiots succeded and even in loosing put up monuments to our failure so their desendants could piss and moan any time a person of color asks for a monument to the people who fogught for them to be in chains to be taken down. That Civil War.
So with our cast as white as snow, it’s probably not a huge shock that this 80′s kids show dosen’t show a single black person and basically sidesteps the whole racisim issue. And I don’t begrudge the 80′s lazer tag show with gremlins for not tackling race. A bit above their weight. Granted with all of time I wouldn’t of MADE a civil war episode, but still I get it.
I do however judge them for deciding to do that.. and then having the Jaron’s relative they need to rescue being a confederate bugle boy
Yup. Now I DO get what their going for on paper: his love intrest, and their great grandma is with the union. He’s supposed to learn a lesson and grow as a person and realize he’s on the wrong side. He NEVER does this and it’s said at the end they marry afterwords. They also have your standard “We hate each other till we love each other” relatoinship that’s just.. boring. There’s no real character progression which again, is a lot to ask of Lazer Tag Academy but even other 80′s toy commericals like the Transformers or GI Joe tried harder when they did a very specail episode to actually have character in the lesson. Or at least had a talking robot dinosaur to compensate. This is just nothing.
But what really puts it over the top is that the bad guy DRESSES HIMSELF AS A UNION COMMANDER, and puts his GREMLINS IN UNION UNIFORMS. not to mention leads an ANGRY UNION MOB AGAINST OUR HEROES
I.. don’t know how far up your own ass you have to be to not see that making the union the bad guys is a problem. Like if this were a clever use of the villian knowing they’ll win it’d be fine. But instead you have a mustache twriling discount lex luthor and discount hobgoblins fighting for the side that’s positoin wa “slavery and tearing our country apart bad. I get this was the 80′s, I get their story editoir was just a mountain of cocaine wearing sunglasses but NO ONE on staff looked at this and thought “say maybe we’re sending kids a bad message”. Okay mountain of cocaine with sunglasses probably did but he probably died up someone’s nose before he could say something.
Yeah see in addition to ALL of this.. which is a lot, and which dosen’t even include their ancestor stealing their laser guns and bikes to give to general lee. oh btw they use their bikes to time travel because they coudln’t afford the right sto a deloreon but they could still rip off using a vehicle from back to the future for free with bikes.
But yeah their female ancestor FALLS IN LOVE WITH TOME. Her too many greats to look up grandson.
Yeahhhh OF ALL THE THINGS TO STEAL FROM BACK TO THE FUTURE, WHY THE ACCIDENTAL INCEST. And for the record.. Marty WASN’T into it. He was , as any sane rational human would be, completely grossed out his mom was hitting on him and tried to stop it. Tom on the other hand? He looks to be pulling a Phillip J Fry any second and the only thing that stops him is his sister and descendant putting the breaks on his skeezy antics. Did Mountain of Cocaine with Sunglasses do no proof reading?
So yeah as for the plot discount lex luthor tries to kill them, incest nearly happens, their ancestor is a prick until he isn’t, and the gremlins do a kidnapping. You know what you’d expect from this show.
So yeah.. this episode was batshit insane and I had a blast watching it with my close friend mars as we laughed or starred in disbelief. This was damn fun and I hope to go back there someday in the hopes another episode of this reaches this level of “what the fuck were they thinking”. Thank you for reading.
In Loving Memory
1985-1985
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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3
Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜
Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth
Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.
Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.
🖇
One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”
“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”
“Better?”
“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.
”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”
“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...
“Lip, I don’t need someone.”
“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”
“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.
“That’s crazy to me.”
“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”
“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”
“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”
“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”
“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”
“Not good enough for you.”
“Something like that.”
“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”
“It's the story of my life.”
“What?”
“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.
“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”
“Haha.” You grin.
“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”
“Can we stop talking about it?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
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You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.
“Hey!” He said a little off.
“Lip, what’s up?”
“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.
“You doing okay there?”
“Yup! Having the bez time.”
“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”
“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”
“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.
“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”
“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”
“I already knew.”
“What do you mean you knew?”
“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”
“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”
“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”
“You want to be with her that badly?”
“Yeah.”
“But, it doesn't feel so good.”
“Right.”
“You know why?”
“Yeah. I just said she has-”
“I didn’t mean the family thing.”
“Then, why?”
“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”
“This is meaningful to me.”
“I meant a healthy meaningful.”
“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.
“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”
“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”
“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”
“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”
”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”
“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.
“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.
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After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.
“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”
“Helene. That's none of your business.”
“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.
“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.
“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”
“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”
“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”
“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”
“You did it on purpose?”
“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”
“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“Lip-”
“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”
”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"
Hope your day got better
Part 2 Lip realizes his mistake
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i saw you’re taking request! which is epic bc i rly like your writing
can i request loki reassuring his s/o after they’ve been crying and feeling insecure and thinking loki would leave them one day? loki plans on marrying them someday when they’re ready so he magics two promise rings to show them they’re his forever? /gen
Loki reassuring you he’s not going to leave you
You shouldn’t have opened the tv that day, especially knowing that there will be many people throwing themselves at him.
He was an avenger now and it was his first official public appearance with everyone else and they getting asked questions and taking pictures and all.
He had fans now, you’re really happy and excited for him because of that but the self doubt was clear in yourself.
Everyone somehow looked prettier, more confident and so smooth with conversation.
It made you feel self conscious, Loki had so many options and could easily leave you.
You didn’t know what he saw in you all of a sudden.
You closed the tv feeling just absolutely hideous and started crying.
You weren’t sure if you were crying over yourself or crying because you think you’ll lose him.
By the time Loki went back to the compound and into your shared room he found splashing water over your face in the bathroom.
"Darling I’m back!"
Your lack of response made him suspicious that something went wrong.
He walked into the bathroom and turned off the water in the sink.
"Love, what’s the matter? Are you perhaps feeling ill?"
You shook your head, refusing to look up and show him your face.
Loki sighed lifting your chin and gently forcing you to look into the sink’s mirror.
He frowned upon seeing your red Buffy eyes and clearly redden face.
You were crying.
"Who made you cry?"
"Nobody…"
"Then what made you cry?"
He hated fishing for answers but you weren’t making it easy and he didn’t want to use his magic to read your mind, that would be low.
"Darling just tell me what’s the matter, I won’t judge you I promise" you knew he wouldn’t and it made you want to cry again.
"Why do you even love me?" You choked out.
Loki blinked confused at the sudden question.
"You could have anybody, someone smarter and more attractive but you’re with me…I’m-"
"I’ll stop you right there" Loki turned you around to face then kissed you deeply, in his own way of calming you down.
"You’re wonderful, funny and absolutely the light of my life, I shouldn’t remind you of that because you should know"
You avoided his gave, feeling embarrassed already from your question.
"Don’t be embarrassed…I’m assuming you saw the event today. Next time I’ll just bring you along" before you could protest about what he just said he lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder like you weight nothing.
"Loki!"
"Calm down I’m only taking you to bed"
He carried you out the bathroom and sat you damn carefully on the matters.
He took both your hands into his and kissed your knuckles.
"I was going to wait but I guess I should make things clear"
Your eyes widened when both yours and his ring fingers glowed and beautiful matching sliver rings with an emerald stone appeared on both of your fingers.
"It’s official but…this is a way of me promising to marry you when day, when you’re ready of course"
You looked at the ring in disbelief and the urge to scream I’m ready was strong but you knew better.
"I…I’m sorry…for doubting us?"
He chuckled cupping your face then kissing your forehead tenderly.
"Never be sorry. You’re perfect just the way you are and I wouldn’t dream of replacing you"
You giggled kissing his palm then letting him pull you into a warm bear hug.
"I love you Loki"
"I love you more angel"
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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 8]
Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married.
Note: I have nothing against McDonald’s; I love some of their things (Nuggets!!!). It’s just that the contrast between what (Y/n)’s mother had always had, compared to something so normal makes me laugh.
Warnings: Smut, Making Out, Candy Swapping, Semi-Public Sex (Private Beach), Teasing, Champagne Blowjob, Cum Swallowing
||Sugar and Spice Masterlist||
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It had been a couple of days since the pleasurable incident at the Rengoku clan’s mountain home and, for the life of her, (Y/n) couldn’t get it out of her head. Especially at night, when she begun fantasizing about having Kyōjurō’s hands all over her again, with his chest pressed flush against her back.
She would never admit it, but she was addicted— after only the barest taste of him.
And she would have devised a plan to wring the same pleasure from him again, had he not called her the following morning to say that something had come up in Osaka. That would have been find, if it only took a day to fix it. But, apparently, it was going to take a few days.
(Y/n) had tried not to let her disappointment show in her tone, but Kyōjurō must have picked up on it, since she had gotten the most beautiful bouquet of pink and white hydrangeas— as well as one of Kyōjurō’s button down shirts— a mere hour after they had said goodbye to each other.
The card had even held the sweetest inscription she had ever received, which she quickly used to cover her face— as she raced back up the stairs to get back to the privacy of her room.
At that present moment, with her already done getting herself ready for the day, she took a brief moment for herself and sat down on the edge of her bed; taking the card where she had left it on top of her nightstand, and biting back a smile as she read her fiancé’s writing.
‘You are much like hydrangeas;
Beautiful, but selfish with your love.
I hope that I can take a piece of your heart while I’m gone,
And I hope that someday I’ll have your love, (Y/n).
P.S. I’m giving you my shirt, so that it will keep a little bit of me with you.
Forever Yours,
Kyōjurō’
(Y/n) couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip, if only to bite back the giggle that threatened to spill from her lips. She had been reading the card frequently, yet it still managed to elicit the same reaction from her; as if she were a lovesick teenager.
It was very unbecoming for her; especially over someone whom she was still getting to know.
Kyōjurō was going to become her husband, that was a fact, but there was a tiny voice in her head that always warned her to not get too close. Thankfully, it had been small enough to bury beneath all of her foremost thoughts; yet when she was alone— like at that moment— it gained enough momentum to make itself known.
And the smile on her face, which brightened up her features, turned down into a barely perceptible frown. It was dangerous for her to fall so easily for a man; especially a man that she knew was still keeping his cards close to his chest.
She knew that; after all, she wasn’t that far gone in her blossoming feelings for him.
It would have been so easy to keep herself in check, to guard her heart and keep herself sane… if only he didn’t make her feel like throwing all caution to the wind so she could jump and fall right into his arms.
Just like he had told her that she made him happy, Kyōjurō made her feel the same; along with feeling protected and appreciated.
Before (Y/n) could delve in deeper into her own thoughts however, she quickly shook herself from her reverie and placed the card back down on her nightstand. Then, she got up from her bed and straightened herself out; after all, Rin hadn’t been coming to her room to pester her about attending events in her parents’ stead.
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been tasked to attend any political functions ever since Kyōjurō had warned her mother to lessen her tasks. It gave her enough time to actually relax during her break, and it felt amazing.
She had to remember to give Kyōjurō a kiss once he returned. And if she were to be honest, she would say that she missed him.
“You’re too invested, (Y/n),” The young woman muttered to herself with a playful scoff, before shaking her head and making her way down to the dining room. It was time for breakfast, after all; her most dreaded part of the day, since she had to sit there and take all of her mother’s ill-concealed jabs.
Her tasks may have lessened, but her family life sure hasn’t improved.
With all her apprehension about going to see her mother, (Y/n) even dawdled a little bit during the walk downstairs; purposely taking her time to admire some of the paintings that caught her interest, until she arrived at the doorway she was trying to avoid the most.
And with a deep breath, she stepped through and expected her mother’s mildly displeased expression to greet her. Only, the first face that she saw had her immediately brightening up; especially when those lips that she missed tilted up at the corners to give her a handsome grin.
“Kyōjurō!” (Y/n) breathed out, just as a wide smile colored her expression. And before she could help it, she already found herself practically skipping over to where he now stood— only to freeze when she saw her mother’s narrow-eyed gaze boring right into her.
Immediately, the arms that wanted to wrap themselves around her lover froze at her sides; while Kyōjurō engulfed her in a tight embrace, before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Did you miss me, princess?”
“I… I did.” She admitted, her smile almost faltering once, as she felt her mother’s glare boring right into her back. However, she was shielded by Kyōjurō’s face, so she allowed herself a little bit of rebellion and leaned in to peck his lips— all while her hands lifted themselves up and settled themselves at his sides in a pseudo hug.
As her mother had kept repeating to her while she was growing up: it was unbecoming of someone of her social status to show too much emotion to anyone, as it gave people a leverage over her. And it was obvious that it had stuck to her, since she could only act normally whenever she wasn’t around any people who gave a damn about who she was.
Thankfully, she was shaken from her reverie by Kyōjurō guiding her to sit down on the empty chair next to where he sat. “Go and eat, baby. You need your strength for today.”
Kyōjurō’s words were innocent enough, but they didn’t fail to make goosebumps raise across her skin. They were so laden with hidden meaning, at least in her mind, that she couldn’t shake the warmth that pooled at the pit of her stomach.
With those words hanging in the air, she turned her full attention to the food set out on the table— holding back a surprised expression when she saw that it was laden with carry-out boxes from McDonald’s. A laugh wanted to bubble free from the sight of the lavish table paired off with something so… common, yet (Y/n) could only purse her lips together as she grabbed the laid-out silverware to serve herself a pancake.
Breakfasts used to be such a droll agenda whenever she was at home, but Kyōjurō had managed to spin such a humorous twist on it that made her want to kiss him.
The best part? Rengoku Kyōjurō had practically forced her mother— the wife of the Prime Minister, and the prissiest woman to ever live— to eat an Egg McMuffin.
(Y/n) would never forget the undernoted look of disgust that she kept shooting the blond at her side; the very man whom, she was naught to admit, was starting to become such an essential part of her life.
“How’s your McMuffin… okaa-sama?” Kyōjurō asked quietly, looking so regal even with a paper cup of coffee in his right hand. And (Y/n) could only get swept into him even more, when he turned to her and gave her the most attractive wink; one that had her heart practically skipping in her chest.
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When (Y/n) had heard that she should keep her strength up for the day, she had expected so much more than just going to the beach— which Kyōjurō’s family apparently bought a few years ago— and being told that her fiancé only wanted to relax.
If she were to be honest, she would say that she expected to get railed so hard on the blanket. After all, it was why she had worn the sundress that she was sure accented all of her curves; one that would entice Kyōjurō into doing just what she wanted him to.
There wasn’t anything wrong with hoping to get fucked by such a sexy man, but it had been a few days, and she was sure that he was trying to put on a show just to tease her. That was the problem: he wasn’t giving in to her.
He merely laid down next to her on their blanket— in all his shirtless glory— while he kept eating that goddamned hard candy that was in the glass bowl next to him. And to make things worse for her, he looked so attractive— especially with his abs out on display, and his sunglasses framing his face so perfectly.
She would have long straddled his hips and slipped his cock inside her, had she been that shameless of a woman.
It wasn’t much of a statement coming from her, based on how they had first met, but it was different because they were out in the open; where anyone could happen by and take pictures of them humping like rabbits on the beach.
That wasn’t a headline that she wanted the entirety of Japan to see, even if she knew that the property was as secluded and secure as it could be.
Still, Kyōjurō was making it so hard to resist him. And he knew just how badly he was affecting her.
“Do you want to eat something, baby? Maybe a drink?” Kyōjurō asked softly, raising his sunglasses to the top of his head while he turned to look at (Y/n)— whom was no longer scrolling through her phone, and was blatantly ogling his body.
He would be lying if he said that he didn’t like that, or if he said that that wasn’t turning him on.
In fact, he had wanted to push her down on the table at her house, had her mother not been there to keep giving him ill-concealed glares. But he had to keep it in his pants, since he wanted to see how she would react with a little bit of pushing from him.
After all, he could make her so needy for him that it would make for the hottest nights of their life; especially if he kept on teasing her bit by bit until their wedding night.
It was too little too late, after he had already had a taste of her tight pussy, but it only made things much more exciting for him. If only he wasn’t constantly close to asking her to fuck him.
“A glass of champagne would be nice…” (Y/n) answered softly, the flush on her face getting more evident in the shade, especially when her eyes flickered up to meet his own. They were so intense with need that Kyōjurō couldn’t help it…
He cupped her face with one hand and pulled her in to his face, as he sat upright to meet her halfway.
The first touch of his lips to hers had his entire body tingling with warmth, as if it was coming alive under her touch. And it was only made better when their slow and tentative kisses slowly escalated to open-mouthed ones; ones that had him feeling himself getting hard.
Especially when she reached down and cupped her hand over his hardening cock.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Kyōjurō’s lips then, as he got it in his mind to push the piece of candy in his mouth into hers.
(Y/n) was clearly surprised at first, tensing up the tiniest bit, before getting swept up in her fiancé’s pace. His tongue kept prodding at hers, trying to pull the candy back into his own mouth, which she complied to.
Gingerly, she allowed him to take the sweet from her mouth, instantly missing its sweetness, before it was gently pushed right back in— so warm and a little minty, with a hint of something that was uniquely Kyōjurō.
Or maybe that was her lust addled mind talking.
However, before things could escalate further, the blond pulled away with a grin— his candy back in his mouth. “I’ll be back with your champagne, princess.”
To say that she was shocked and feeling cross with him was a total understatement. She was feeling so irate that she wanted to get some sort of revenge on him— which had been fueled by her less-than-innocent searches while he was gone.
So, she stewed in her own impatience— even sitting up on her knees— just so she could take him by surprise when he came back.
Thankfully, Kyōjurō didn’t take too long with getting her drink; grinning right at her even if she could see the obvious bulge in his swim trunks. It provided the perfect opportunity for her to get back at him, at least even a little.
And when he got back on their blanket, giving her the glass of champagne before making a move to sit back down, (Y/n) got up on her knees and placed a hand on his right thigh— looking up at him and licking her lips, before sliding that hand up to cup his hard-on once more.
“You look uncomfortable,” The young woman whispered, as she slowly undid the tie to her fiancé’s shorts and gently pushed them down his hips; much like how she pushed her own trepidations aside, and threw all caution to the wind.
She was on private property. And she trusted, deep down, that Kyōjurō would protect her and her reputation if it came down to it.
So, she let go of her inhibitions— especially when she was greeted by her fiancé’s hard cock in front of her face. It was thick, and long, and a little bit curved— which had her pussy getting so wet already.
Remembering how amazing he felt inside her even had her squeezing her thighs together, if only to alleviate the lust that she felt bubbling within her.
Gingerly, she took his cock in her right hand, pumping it slowly, and using her thumb to spread the precum that beaded at his tip. A low groan was her reward for that, which only spurred her on even more— especially when she saw his eyes close in pleasure.
Just the faintest of touches and he was already like that. She couldn’t wait to see what his reaction was going to be when she set her plans into action.
And when she leaned forward to suck on the tip of his cock, she felt confidence flaring up within her when Kyōjurō moaned aloud— with his right hand making its way into her hair.
It was hot, but she was not going to get swept up in his pace again.
So, before he could try to give her a nudge to take more of him in her mouth, (Y/n) pulled the head of his cock out of her mouth and took a big sip from the champagne flute in her left hand. And with that, she set the drink down on the blanket— hoping that it wouldn’t topple over.
She kept the cool and bubbly drink in her mouth— looking up again at Kyōjurō, whom was watching her with such a lust-filled gaze— before taking his cock in her mouth once more.
That time, however, Kyōjurō actually cried out in pleasure; hips bucking involuntarily as he felt the champagne’s bubbles teasing his cock. Partnered with the coolness of the drink, and the warmth of (Y/n)’s mouth, the blond was on his slow descent to thinking that he was going crazy with pleasure.
His head was already spinning from the sensations, and she had barely even taking his cock.
But when she swallowed around his tip, before circling her cool tongue around the crown of his cock, he felt his fingers curling into her hair. Hell, he had barely even managed to look up at the security camera perched on a light pole, as a warning for whoever was watching to turn away at that moment.
Slowly, pleasurably, (Y/n) kept taking more and more of Kyōjurō’s cock in her mouth— until she was all the way down to the hilt, with her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes.
And he thought that it couldn’t get any better than that, until she took the hand that was on his thigh to cup his balls and start fondling them.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head at that moment, as he threw his head back and lost himself to the heady feeling of her sucking him off; trying to bring him to the most intense orgasm that he was ever going to get from a blowjob.
Instead of trying to prolong his pleasure though, Kyōjurō began to gently rock his hips into (Y/n)’s face; breathing heavily and moaning aloud as he felt his orgasm crawling up on him.
“I’m cumming,” The blond whispered breathlessly, close to outright fucking his fiancée’s face, when she pulled his cock out of her mouth— leaving just the tip inside— before jerking her off with one hand.
All while the other one kept fondling his balls.
It was so heady that Kyōjurō could only cry out “Fuck, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” as he spurted thick ropes of cum right on her tongue. She was white hot pleasure personified, and he was sure of it at that very moment.
Maybe he really couldn’t wait until the wedding night to have her again.
Especially when she made a show of popping her cock out of her mouth, and sticking her tongue out to show him his cum— before closing her lips and swallowing his thick seed.
“How did I get so lucky, princess?”
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Hmmmmm how about some Iruka being really sweet and caring to a s/o who is feeling like shit about themselves?? 🥺
Word count: 675
Pairings: Iruka Umino x Reader
Warnings: fluff, cuteness,
Summary: Reader is feeling down in the dumps, so Iruka goes to check on his girlfriend to make sure she is doing okay! Inadvertently, he confesses something major.
You’re sitting on the couch, not feeling that great. You feel like eating, but you don’t know what you want to cook. You feel like napping, but you’re worried it’s going to waste your day. You feel like going to get drunk, but you know it’s not worth the hangover. It feels like nothing can cure your blues right now, and you’re about to settle on napping when you hear a knock at the door.
You slowly get yourself up off the couch and trudge towards the door. You don’t really feel like socializing, but you don’t want to be rude to whoever is at the door. For all you know, it could be one of your pupils. You wouldn’t want to leave them hanging, especially if they really needed your help.
When you finally open the door, you’re surprised to see Iruka! He’s standing there with his hands behind his back, but it’s obvious that he’s carrying something. You can’t help but crack a small smile.
“Hi sweetie,” he says as he leans in to kiss your cheek.
“Hi Iruka, what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to peek over his shoulder to see what he’s got.
“I noticed you didn’t come see me today at work, so I wanted to make sure my sweetheart was doing okay. Are you okay? Did you eat yet?” Iruka asks as he slowly makes his way inside.
He places a few bags down on the counter, and you start to trifle through them.
“No, I haven’t eaten yet. I haven’t been feeling the greatest today.” You moan, and Iruka wraps his arms around you.
“Please, you need to take care of yourself, y/n. I love you and I don’t want you getting ill.” Iruka tells you as he gives you soft kisses. You can’t help but feel your heart melt and you start to feel a little better.
“I know, I know...I love you too, Iruka.”
Iruka shows you what he’s brought. It’s dinner for the both of you! You’re ecstatic that it’s take-out, considering Iruka has some difficulties in the kitchen. You’ve basically always had to cook for the both of you when you spend time together at home.
Iruka sets you down on the couch and wraps a blanket around you as he starts up your favorite TV show. He begins prepping the plates for your meal together.
Once you’re both sitting down next to each other and eating, only then do you realize how happy you’ve become since Iruka has arrived. He really is such a sweetheart and he makes you feel so good about yourself.
After supper, Iruka washes the dishes as you go shower. He’s going to take you out for a walk, and you want to freshen up before you even decide to leave the house.
Outside, it’s nice and cool. The air feels good on your skin as you realize you’ve been cooped up in the house all day. As you walk along the roads in the village, you start to see some familiar and happy faces. Your mood is growing in the best way possible.
“Aren’t you happy I brought you out of the house?” Iruka asks as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I’m very happy you did, baby.” you place a gentle kiss to his cheek.
You’re both nearing a romantic spot near a lake. Iruka suggests you both sit down and enjoy the view. It’s quiet and peaceful and it’s making you feel comfortable. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you to bring you in closer.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles. “I wanna marry you…” Iruka barely realizes what he’s said.
“Really? You mean that?” You ask him, hoping he truly meant what he said. Iruka is slowly coming to terms with it.
“Oh uh...I mean, someday?” he’s blushing and he’s very flustered. You just lean in and kiss him softly.
“I know what you meant. I love you very much.”
#writing#reader requested#beneathstarryskies#my best friend requested this#iruka umino#iruka umino x reader#iruka x you#iruka x y/n#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto fluf#cuteness
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Tutoring
Eep sorry this is kinda late!! I was rewatching The Princess and the Frog hehe. I hope you enjoy this chapter <3. Also, have you guys seen Lies yet?!! That episode broke my heartttt. I feel soo bad for Kagami and Luka. The Ladynoir thooo this is their season isn’t it haha.
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Marinette nibbled on her lower lip before hesitatingly pressing the button to ring Adrien’s doorbell. She finally found the time to take the Mandarin lessons he had promised to help her with in Shanghai. Of course, that didn’t help the thoughts of her and Adrien doing anything besides the tutoring they were meant to be doing. Shaking her head, Marinette closed her eyes tightly as she felt a light blush flood her cheeks.
Before her dreams could go any further, however, Nathalie’s voice cut into a daydream of Adrien slowly leaning across the table to kiss her. “Yes?”
“Oh, uh, uh,” she stuttered before rocking back and forth on her feet with a wide smile, “I-I’m here for um, Adrien. Uh, h-he was going to teach me Mandarin today.”
“One moment,” Nathalie said before the camera disappeared.
There was a small buzz before the mansion gates swung open. Blinking slightly, Marinette cautiously stepped through the gate, walking nervously up to the front door. Her arm raised to knock on the door when it flew open. Her mouth fell in surprise as she looked up at Nathalie.
Quickly, she lowered her arm and gave the woman a bright grin. “Hello!”
“Hello,” Nathalie nodded back at her before speaking decisively, “You are to be here for an hour and then Adrien will be heading to his fencing lesson. Is that alright?”
“O-of course!” Marinette shifted slightly on her feet. “I don’t want to take up any more time than necessary.”
Sucking in a deep breath of courage, she finally spotted Adrien over Nathalie’s shoulder. Instantly, she felt more relaxed as he gave her a bright grin and a friendly wave. Giving him a small, shy smile back, she stepped around Gabriel’s assistant and raced up to greet him.
“Marinette, you’re here,” Adrien’s grin got wider. “I’m so glad you could make it!”
“M-me too.” She ducked her head with a small blush. “I-I’m actually really excited to do this. I’ve always wanted to learn Mandarin.”
“And I can’t wait to help with that!” He nudged her shoulder slightly and her blush got darker. Looking away from her, Adrien turned to Nathalie who was still staring up at the two, and he then spoke again, “Don’t worry, Nathalie. I’ll make certain to keep an eye on the clock so we don’t go over schedule.”
Instead of responding, she simply gave a firm nod before immediately walking away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Marinette finally released a tense sigh, not noticing Adrien was bending down until he practically whispered in her ear, “She can be a little intimidating, huh?”
Marinette jumped, scrambling away and almost falling down the stairs before Adrien grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. Her hand fell against his chest as she stared up into his brilliant, worried green eyes. Feeling her cheeks flush a deep red, she pushed herself away slower this time, taking care to not fall down the stairs.
Nibbling on her lip, she murmured, “S-sorry.” Sucking in a deep breath, Marinette looked back up at him and answered his question, “B-but no, I don’t think she’s that intimidating. I’m just worried about taking up too much of your free time. I don’t want your lessons with me to be too much of a burden.”
Adrien looked at her with surprise before he let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Marinette, you could never be a burden. I offered to tutor you, remember? Besides, I’d rather be spending hours here with you then another second alone in this house.”
Marinette blinked a few times as her heart stuttered in her chest. Adrien wanted to spend hours with her?! How was she meant to function after that little tidbit of information? She opened her mouth but could barely release more than a small squeak before Adrien grabbed onto her hand, squeezing it lightly.
Tugging on it, he led her up to his bedroom with a gentle smile. “Now we should hurry up and go before we really lose track of time. We should probably get a little bit of studying in before my fencing lesson starts.”
Simply nodding, Marinette let him lead her towards the couch. Eventually, when she snapped back into the present-day, she turned to him with a grateful grin. “I-I almost forgot to thank you for this, Adrien. I just know this is gonna be really useful in the future.”
“No problem, Marinette.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly before he turned to the sheets of paper that were lined up on his table. He carefully straightened them before handing her the first sheet. Adrien scooted closer to her, leaning over her shoulder as he pointed at some of the notes on the sheet, “So, these are some introduction words I figured we should start with. Some of these are probably words you already know, but they’re words you’ll use the most. I thought we’d work on pronunciation first and then I’ll teach you how to draw and read the symbols.”
Oh, this was such a bad idea. Why had she thought she could handle this?! Adrien’s shoulder was brushing against hers with every word he spoke. Struggling to pay attention to his words and not stare at him adoringly, Marinette nodded as he went over the words on the list.
Eventually, she straightened up with a slow blink when he said, “So, are you ready to try pronouncing some of them?”
Giving him a nervous smile, she attempted to do just that. She wasn’t even surprised when Adrien had to correct her on the first pronunciation, enunciating the words once again for her. The more that she listened to him, however, the easier it became to relax. At some point, Marinette barely even noticed his presence as she sunk into his words and teaching.
The minutes blended and the hour passed by in such a blur, that neither of the teenagers noticed when a knock sounded on the door. When Nathalie entered and cleared her throat, however, they sprang apart, their heads snapping to the assistant. She looked at Marinette before turning to stare at Adrien pointedly. “It’s time for your fencing lesson.”
“Oh, right,” he gasped, giving Marinette a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I lost track of time. I just had such a great time teaching you. You pick things up very quickly, Marinette.”
She flushed prettily but stood up when she heard Nathalie clear her throat again. Adrien stood up with her and she shot a glance at his assistant. Quickly, she embraced him before brushing a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much again, Adrien. I think the only reason I learned so quickly was because you were my teacher.”
His shocked expression turned into a radiant smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Only because you were a fantastic student.”
“S-so, um, does next week work for you?” Marinette tapped her fingers together as she felt her face heat up.
“That sounds perfect, Marinette.” He grinned at her. Biting her lip shyly, she turned to begin walking out of his room and down the stairs when she heard him scramble after her. Blinking over at him, she paused where she stood when Adrien shouted, “Wait!”
Looking at her sheepishly, he nodded at the stairs. “I can walk you out since we’re both leaving now.”
“O-oh. That’d be great!”
Butterflies fluttering furiously in her stomach, Marinette wished that they had more time as they walked outside together. Giving him one last final wave, she watched him slide into his limo before walking outside the mansion’s gates. With a lovestruck sigh, she whispered, “I swear, I’m gonna marry that boy someday.” With those last, parting words, Marinette watched Adrien’s limo leave the mansion before she turned around to head back home, already looking forward to next week.
#adrinetteapril2021#adrienetteapril2021#adrinette#adrienette#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml#mlb#fic#fanfic
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Mr. and Mrs. Prongs Love Story Headcanon!
my fav heteros deserve some love tonight. it’s raining currently where i live, and it’s a good night to write some heart-wrenching headcanons, i think!
words: 1,694
warnings: fluff, hints at smut, maybe? pain. eternal fucking suffering cause this fandom kills me. some of the storyline may be fucked my memory is HORRIBLE and i tried to base some scenes off of MsKingBean89’s all the young dudes
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In their first year at Hogwarts, the very first day they had even been inside the castle, actually, James Potter realized something.
The copper haired girl across from him was awfully pretty.
She was disgusted at the way he declared someday they would be married. “WHY would I ever marry you?” She had shouted, moving down the table to the blonde and curly haired witches she had met earlier on the train. James stared at her, doe-eyed. She was perfect.
This did however mean he was the first of the boys to take an interest in girls. By girls I mean, well, just Lily. Sirius Black thought it was awfully funny. “Mate, girls have cooties.” Remus Lupin was too shy to have an opinion. Peter could hardly even tell his own feet apart from left and right, and his lip trembled when he got yelled at, so there was no hope for him.
James took to teasing Lily to try and get his point across. Lily thought it was horrible. Why was he being so horrid if he supposedly fancied her? Why did he even fancy her in the first place? Somebody like her, a witch from non-magic parents, and somebody like him, a pureblood wizard?
It wasn’t until one day in potions she told him just what she thought of him. His tormenting had gone on too long. He had bewitched one of her pigtails to tug on its own from across the room.
“You are foul, James Potter!” She had shouted, resulting in thirty points from Gryffindor. James had just beamed.
James was a smiling mess, really. For starters, she had said his name, out loud, to him. Secondly, her nose scrunched when she was angry.
Anybody would notice a girl’s nose scrunch when she was angry, surely?
In second year, he announced that this would be the year she would want to marry him too. Alas, no luck. If anything, this year, she came prepared with snarky remarks to his teasing. It made him swoon.
In third year, Lily Evans overheard the boys whispering in the common room.
“What are you four planning?” She had asked, plopping down beside her lanky, slightly edgy looking best mate Remus. She avoided James’ eyes.
“Look at this, Mrs. Prongs come to join the party.” Sirius chuckled, and James punched him in the arm.
“Mrs. Prongs..?”
“SIRIUS.” James hissed at his friend who was doubled over.
In fourth year, she had begun to tolerate him. The teasing from Sirius was what did it. James was bad enough, his almost-brother was as relentless as him, but for different reasons.
“Prongs and Lily, sitting in the Whomping Willow, S-N-O-G-“
“Sirius!” Lily and James shouted in unison, equally red.
Fifth year changed them both. This was when Lily realized Remus was a werewolf. She swore secrecy, and promised to tell nobody else, as long as she lived.
James had already known. Once a month he was running in the woods as a stag, pushing his half-wolf friend around playfully with his antlers- or should I say prongs? ;)
In sixth year, Remus Lupin noticed Lily sitting in the stands, watching Gryffindor’s quidditch practice.
“What’s got you here? Marlene isn’t at practice today?”
Lily had turned a shade almost as red as her hair. “Oh Remus, don’t make me say it,” she hissed. Remus was in a fit of giggles.
“You fancy James!”
“Hush!” And she whacked his arm with her textbook.
To be honest with herself, this was not the beginning of how she felt for James. It had been a fluttering feeling in her tummy when she noticed him in the common room a few weeks earlier, sweater sleeves rolled up, reading over the quidditch signups. His messy hair, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose..
But, anybody would notice the way a boy’s sleeves were rolled up, exposing brown skin and pretty veins, surely?
Lily never knew this, but James had noticed her watching him. He kept the smirk to himself. He felt the flutter too. Ah yes, twitterpated.
Sixth year was also the year they learned how to cast a patronus. A silver doe shot from Lily’s wand on her first try, which elicited squeals from the girls and cheers from the boys. The deer pranced around the room, as if looking for something. As if missing something.
James purposely disrupted the class that day, so he could be sent out. It cost 50 points, but he didn’t care. He knew as soon as he cast the stag that would shoot from his wand everybody would know, and he just couldn’t do that to Evans.
In 1977, when the Marauders and co. went on their camping trip, James and Lily really had only stayed up talking that night, despite the somewhat knowing looks Sirius tried to pass to James in the morning.
It had been late, after Remus had come out, and the other girls crashed in their tent. Sirius had gone down to the beach after him.
“Sirius ought to leave him be, reckon that was difficult to admit..” and James scratched the back of his neck. Lily had turned to him then. Their eyes met.
“Are you joking? They’re both gay, you idiot. They’re very clearly in love. Look at the way Sirius looks at Remus, he looks at him the way I look at you.”
Their kisses had been hot and heavy in the darkness of their tent, but that was it. Kisses the two had waited far too long for.
That night, James admired the girl lying beside him. He pulled out his wand and cast his patronus, and due to the size of the tent the stag was tiny, dancing over their heads. Lily blushed and cast hers. For the first time, the doe wasn’t searching anymore. She had found the stag.
Their relationship was as expected. Letters all summer, Lily even taught her boyfriend how to use a muggle phone. Then, in the autumn, they were all over each other. Holding hands in public, snogging in broom closets,
“You are foul!” Lily had giggled, smacking her boyfriend on the hand as it slipped up her skirt in potions.
“What was that, Princess?” He murmured, and she couldn’t argue with him anymore
James admired her every minute he had the chance. How she looked reading, sleeping, spilling tea down her sweater, and especially how she looked at him with her heavy, fluttering eyelashes.
Because, how could he not admire the prettiest girl in the world when he was on top of her?
After they graduated, they immediately moved in together. Due to the war, Lily promised her muggle parents she would be safer. Although they didn’t understand (or like) the idea of their daughter fighting a war, they let her go with warm goodbyes.
They fought. They attended order meetings. They had lunch with Peter and Sirius and Marlene and Mary and Dorcas when they could. They fretted over Remus’ whereabouts. They paced.
Lily proposed. Well, I suppose James proposed first every damn year at Hogwarts, but she meant it for real that time. They were married by the fall. They invited everybody still alive, and they danced, and they seemed to glow under twinkling fairy lights. They had cast their patronuses again that night, just so the doe and the stag could dance over their heads.
“Reckon they like each other?” James smirked, and Lily just laughed.
When she found out she was pregnant, James slung her over his shoulder and spun around with her, and they laughed. They laughed until they cried because holy shit, we’re having a baby!
He talked to her belly every time he had the chance. “Hello little boy-“
“Could be a girl,” Lily objected, leaning against the headboard, guiding James’ hand with hers over to where the baby was kicking.
“Right. Whatever they are, they’ll kick ass on the quidditch pitch, huh bub?”
In July, with a scream and a cry and a push, a slimy baby was placed on Lily’s chest. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe she was here, with this boy who chose her, looking at their beautiful boy. James was right, and he was ecstatic.
“A son! I’ve a son-“ and then he was too choked up.
They taught Harry how to hold his head up, they both tried to get him to say “Mumma” and “Dada.” They took polaroids of his drooly smiles and his giggles. They took pictures of Uncle Moony and Padfoot holding him. They had a picture of Uncle Peter with Harry on his hip, and the pen on the bottom read ‘future chess master ;)’
When they went into hiding, their only real fight was about whether Remus was the spy.
“He’s our friend,” Lily had argued, angrily picking up baby toys from the floor and putting them into the toy bin.
“But he’s a were-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Lily said, tears threatening her waterline. “Remus is a good man. He’s as good as you or Peter, or Sirius. He is our friend. He’s my friend. He would never.”
And although that night they fought, James still told Lily to take the baby and run, because even though they were angry, he’d die before he ever let Voldemort touch her.
“James, wait, I’m sor-“
“You and me, right Lily?” His voice was strained. He almost couldn’t look at her. At the fear in his eyes that reflected in hers- the eyes he had to see every time he looked at his beautiful son. He wanted to run with her, but he knew he couldn’t. “Take Harry and go. It’s him. I’ll hold him off.”
Lily Evans made it upstairs by the time the front door was blown open. Harry had been asleep. She cradled him in her arms, preparing for the blast of the door being opened.
“Harry, Mumma loves you. Dada loves you. Be brave, Harry.”
James Potter died thinking Lily Evans had made it out alive. It wasn’t until the stag saw a familiar silver doe at the edge of the woods, waiting for him, that he knew.
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#imsosorryyall
#im fucking crying#why did i write this#lily evans#james potter#atyd#fashion#fiction#novel#harry potter headcanon#marauders headcanon#jily headcanon#jily love#patronus
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Valentine’s Day Special: Day 7
Giri. This is what they call ‘obligatory chocolate’ which is for family, classmates, clubs, co-workers, etc.
Honmei. This translates to ‘true love chocolates’ which you give to your s/o whether you simply have feelings for them or if you’re even married. I guess it’s everyone’s dream to get honmei chocolate on Valentine’s day.
Tsutomu
You’ve been dating him since school started and you know how hard he’s always working. He knows that it’s a privilege for him to be on the team when he’s only a first year. You’ve watched him work hard and you wanted to do something for him.
Valentine’s day was coming up and you were sincerely troubled. You didn’t know what would make him happy.
You decided to ask the other team members about it but you soon realized that there’s like what, 2 people on that team who aren’t dorks or volleyball idiots
You asked Semi and Ohira about it and they both replied with, “I think he’ll be happy to get anything from you, (Y/n),” but that wasn’t it. You wanted to do something that’ll light up his whole week.
And as you stress over this, Tendou comes and says to you, “I think it’ll be more than enough to write a tag saying ‘to the future ace’. He’s pretty simple that way.”
You like the idea but you decided to scale it up a bit a lot
You ended up making chocolate the size of a large banner that read: TO GOSHIKI TSUTOMU; THE FUTURE ACE, Happy Valentine’s Day.
“OKAY I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT,“ Tendou says.
Honestly, I think it was bigger than a large banner because EVERY MEMBER of the SHIRATORIZAWA VOLLEYBALL TEAM got a piece.
Tsutomu was on fire for the rest of the MONTH
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tsutomu,“
Shirabu
Not many people notice him. There are too many people on the team that are much ‘better’. A lot of people don’t like him much either because Semi had to be switched out.
You were in quite a few of his classes and you slowly started to like him. I mean who wouldn’t?
You didn’t know too much about volleyball, but you soon found out that he played and decided to watch one of his practices. You were simply amazed. He played so well, he was so good.
Ever since then, you started going to their practices more often every day. Soon after, you started making snacks for them to eat in between training.
Today was now Valentine’s day. You had told the team that you’d be bringing in some chocolate but no one knew that you had planned to confess to Shirabu.
Holding a box of chocolate out, you say, “Shirabu-kun, I’ve liked you for a while now. I’m sure you don’t think of me like that but...”
He takes the chocolate and simply walks away. After a bit, “I thought I made it pretty obvious that I like you,” comes out of his mouth.
“OH SHIRABU-SENPAI IS BLUSHING,“ Rip Tsutomu
Semi
You believed that Semi should be the main setter of Shiratorizawa. You’ve always thought that.
When he got switched out, you were just as upset as Semi, if not more.
Even now, you still wanted to see Semi as the main setter of the team.
“Eita! Are you okay with Shirabu?” you had said to him one day.
“Well, I guess I’m not happy but I know what I’m lacking,” he says to you.
“Someday, the coach will definitely realize that you’re Shiratorizawa’s main setter!”
He works and works but isn’t granted the opportunity. To him that works so hard, you wanted to do something. Something simple, but lovely.
You bought him some chocolate and left a few here and there. In his locker, in his desk, on top of his gym clothes, etc.
During the middle of practice, you drop by and give him a box of chocolate.
“Happy Valentine’s day, my favourite, most hard-working setter,” you smile. “No, don’t cry,” you chuckle and ruffle his head.
“I’m not!”
“Yeah, you are,”
You both smile.
“Happy Valentine’s day, (Y/n),”
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could you do summoner support with forsyth? maybe a romantic one
Forsyth Summoner Support
C Support
Forsyth: Summoner! Salutations, Summoner!
Summoner: Oh, Forsyth…sorry I was really in my work. Did you need something?
Forsyth: If I may, I have a request.
Summoner: Sure.
Forsyth: I noticed that last battle I did not pull my weight. So if you can, please place me on the front lines as much as possible. I wish to show Askr my dedication and battle capabilities.
Summoner: I guess I can do that next time. Funny, Python had asked me not to put him in as many battles…
Forsyth: He did what?! Of course he would try to slack off as much as possible. Please disregard his request, Summoner. Python should pull his own weight.
Summoner: I don’t mind. I have been forcing him to fight more often, so a small break won’t hurt. I’ll just change up the teams, and make sure to add you in them.
Forsyth: If that is fine with you, then I guess I will let him be. Thank you, Summoner!
Summoner: No problem. Anything else?
Forsyth: No, I think I am all set. I appreciate the time you have taken off to speak with me. Fare thee well!
Summoner: He’s an energetic one…
B Support
Summoner: You need to be more careful out there. That mage almost… Well be more careful.
Forsyth: My apologies, Summoner. I wanted to do as much as I could. Please, if I make such a mistake again, I am willing to die a warrior's death!.
Summoner: T-that’s not necessary. Just be more careful on the battlefield. You’re not the only one on the team, so you need to support your allies. Running head first just causes problems for everyone involved.
Forsyth: I will heed your advice. You remind me of Sir Clive right now…
Summoner: Really?
Forsyth: Yes. He has told me to not run headlong into battle as well. He is an honorable man, and a fine knight to look up to.
Summoner: He is very…noble. But you’re also a splendid knight just like him.
Forsyth: Ah… thank you for such a gracious compliment, Summoner. However I am not a knight. Nor will I ever reach the height of Sir Clive. I can try to be more like him, but I doubt it will get me far…
Summoner: That’s not really what I…never mind that. I like the way you are, Forsyth. It’s fine to admire Clive. However don’t change yourself just because you think it will make you a better knight. You’ll make a wonderful knight being who you are now.
Forsyth: I suppose you are correct. You have given me much to think on.
Summoner: Glad I could help. I think?
A Support
Forsyth: Did you see how I took care of the enemy today, Summoner?
Summoner: I did. You were wonderful on the battlefield!
Forsyth: I’ve been training with Sir Clive as of late. He has many insightful teachings that he has so graciously offered to hand down to me.
Summoner: Well I’m glad you’re able to apply them to battle. Still please be careful. That axe fighter nearly had you.
Forsyth: I do tend to get carried away when in battle. Thank you for your concern, Summoner. I do appreciate that you look out for me.
Summoner: Of course. I try to keep all the heroes’ best interest in mind.
Forsyth: Summoner, if I may, I would like to offer my lance and shield to protect you.
Summoner: Um, there’s no need for that. I mean everyone does a wonderful job as is. I don’t need you going out of your way…
Forsyth: Sir Clive has said that you are a remarkable person, and I wish to ensure you are never in danger. So please permit me to be your personal guard!
Summoner: I see…because of Clive… I guess it wouldn’t hurt. As long as you’re comfortable, you can be my guard. However I don’t expect you to go out of your way.
Forsyth: Thank you! I promise to be the best guard you will ever have!
S Support
Forsyth: …
Summoner: What’s wrong, Forsyth? You’ve been frowning more than usual. You might get permanent wrinkles.
Forsyth: N-nothing! I just… I have a lot on my mind.
Summoner: Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking about your problems aloud to someone else helps.
Forsyth: I wouldn’t want to bother you with something so trivial. Please forget it.
Summoner: Well I can’t now. Come on. Tell me what’s wrong.
Forsyth: …
Summoner: As my guard I don’t want you to be distracted by your problems. So maybe it would help to tell me, so you’ll be more alert?
Forsyth: You are right… As your guard I need to keep myself in check. My thoughts and emotions should not get in the way of my duty.
Summoner: So…?
Forsyth: I have become distracted as of late because of…someone. I cannot stop thinking of them despite my best efforts.
Summoner: Okay, you like this person. What’s wrong with that?
Forsyth: For one they are of higher status than me. It is not proper for a commoner like me to hold such feelings for someone who is above my station! And they have many admirers who are better suited for them. Sir Clive even sings such high praises for them. As Tobin has said, it would be a dream to even have someone of such noble status to even look at us…
Summoner: I don’t really see a problem here. Sure in Zofia status and nobility means a lot for some people. But this isn’t Zofia. Here people from all walks of life mingle together as equals. I think if you tell this person how you feel, you might be pleasantly surprised. Unless they’re already married… It’s not Matilda is it?
Forsyth: Lady Matilda?! Of course not! Sir Clive would have my head!
Summoner: Hahaha, sorry! I just…well they way you talk about this person made me think of Matilda.
Forsyth: She is a wonderful warrior and Sir Clive has many praises for her, but she is not you!
Summoner: Me?
Forsyth: I m-mean… I…ugh… You have become the person I think of most. The one I have developed improper feelings for. I am your guard, you are the Summoner of Askr. Please, forget this conversation.
Summoner: What if I don’t want to? What if I have also developed feelings for you? Will you deny my feelings, Forsyth?
Forsyth: Truly, you feel the same?
Summoner: Yes. For a while now.
Forsyth: I cannot offer you much except my spear and shield. Are you sure you wish to be with someone like me? I am no Sir Clive…
Summoner: Well it’s not like we’re getting married or anything that serious just yet!
Forsyth: O-of course!
Summoner: I don’t want Clive. I want you. We can take our time getting to know each other better. You have much to offer beyond your battle prowess. I’ll just have to show you. You don’t need to be my bodyguard anymore either.
Forsyth: No. I want to continue being your guard. I promise to protect you. Someday I will become a knight fit to be by your side always. This I will see through!
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For the First and Last Time
Summary: Shoto and his terminally ill S/O show each other just how much they value one another.
Pairings: Shoto Todoroki x female reader
Words: 1880
Warnings: Smut, Angst,
This was just supposed to be angst idk how it turned into smut
Just one more week.
One mere week, that’s all she had left.
Y/N sat there on her bed, reflecting over her past choices. Her once lovely eyes were tinted red because of her crying.
Once upon a time, she had been healthy. She was able to genuinely laugh and make plans about her future.
But she didn’t have a future. And she knew this to be true since three years ago. Approximately a week before Y/N started her freshman year at UA, she received news that changed her entire outlook on life.
She had been diagnosed with a terminal disease.
The emotions she felt that day could not be explained by words. She had woken up that day wishing for time to go by faster so that she could start her school year.
But now, now she wished for the time to slow down.
Even though she knew what her fate was, she still started her school year in UA. She decided to ignore the signs that told her she should just relax and she enjoy the time she had left with her family. Instead, she worked hard every single day. Her hero career became her number one priority and it was clear to her peers and teachers that the girl had a promising hero career ahead of her. She also figured that what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
After all, ignorance is a bliss.
Throughout her school year she met numerous people, many of which became her best friends.
Best friends that she constantly lied to and deceived with a fake smile. She lied about all her visits to the hospital and medicine she had to take.
One of the people she met was Shoto Todoroki. The boy whom she fell hopelessly in love with.
She soon figured out that Shoto also held some affections for her. By the beginning of her second year at UA, Y/N was dating him.
She knew it was wrong. It was wrong to form relationships and live life normally as if nothing was wrong. As if she had all the time in the world to live. Yet being with Shoto made her forget for an instant just what her fate had in store for her. She held on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she could live to grow old by Shoto’s side and be with him forever.
But life doesn’t work that way.
Time flew and Y/N found herself getting weaker and weaker by the moment. This didn’t go unnoticed by the people around her. They noticed how she got easily tired during exercises and how much weaker her quirk became.
By the beginning of her third year in UA, Y/N could barely use her quirk correctly. It malfunctioned almost every time she used it and this made take numerous visits to Recovery Girl’s office.
One time Shoto and Y/N were having a conversation about what they wanted to do after their school life was over. He had said that he wanted to marry her in the future and share a household with her.
Y/N didn’t bother to hold in her tears. She became a sobbing mess and that’s when she finally told him the truth.
Shoto’s face after realization hit him would be forever engraved into Y/N’s memory. Shoto finally understood why his girlfriend looked and sounded so weak.
She was slowly dying.
Time continued to pass and Shoto had done everything in his power to help Y/N. He always reminded her to take her medications and visit her doctors. He even stayed up late at nights trying to see if there was a cure for her disease. But he was unsuccessful.
Y/N couldn’t even use her quirk anymore. Any type of exercise would cause her to collapse on the floor and passs out. Her appetite was also lost and she didn’t seem interested in her favorites food anymore.
Shoto had to watch as the light of his life was slowly fading away. Y/N had brought so many smiles to his face. She even encouraged him to use his fire quirk and be more social. But now, he was slowly seeing her fall apart.
Currently Y/N was sitting on her bed crying. I’m just two months, her graduation ceremony would take place. Most of her peers were celebrating, but Y/N couldn’t have the same luxury.
She had less than a week left after all.
She lifted her head as she heard the distant footsteps of Shoto. He opened her door and greeted her with a sad eyes.
Y/N attempted to give him a smile, but he saw right through her efforts of putting on a fake smile. Shoto’s eyes were tired as if he hadn't slept in weeks. And he hadn't. He couldn't bring himself to sleep knowing that his beloved would soon leave him. He wanted to stay with her. He wanted to love her.
Suddenly, Shoto lounged himself at her and captured her small body in a hug. Y/N immediately hugged him back. No words were needed to express what they were both feeling.
Shoto was in denial. He couldn’t believe that a benign being such as Y/N had to go through all of this. There were so many criminals that grew old doing nothing but evil deeds. There were terrorists that lived a full and healthy life.
But fate is cruel.
The girl that had a life ahead of her had to be the one to get ill and suffer.
Shoto was brought out of his throughts by the sobbing of the girl he was holding. He finally took the time to take in her appearance. She looked weak and defeated.
“ Shoto...” Y/N weakly said. “ I don’t wanna die! I wanna live a long life by your side! I want to become a top hero! I want to graduate! There are so many things I want to do!”
Y/N continued to talk about everything she wanted to do. She talked about her dreams and ambitions. She also mentioned places she’d like to visit.
“ I also wanted to marry you someday!” Y/N was violently sobbing by now and Shoto was doing his best to comfort her. He was doing his best to keep his tears in.
He wanted to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be ok. He wanted to be her hero and to see her smiling. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even guarantee that she’d be alive tomorrow.
It killed him inside that his lover was slowly dying and he couldn’t do anything about it.
“ We can get married tomorrow . We are already of legal age. No, we can get married today!”
Y/N shook her head and denied Shoto’s offer. She stared at her with sad and defeated eyes. As if telling him that she knew that she wouldn’t make it. This made Shoto break. He couldn’t control the tears that came out of his eyes at a rapid pace.
“ I love you! Please, don’t leave me! You are the most important person in my life! We can find a cure, know we can! Even if we have to travel the entire world for it! I’ll even quit my hero career in order to achieve that! But please, just hold on a little longer, please, my love!”
By now Shoto was crying. He was begging her to stay with him. He held on to the slightest hope that she’d be able to get help and continue living her life as the joyful girl she was once.
“ I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I knew I was terminally ill ever since we were freshman. Yet I still allowed myself to fall for you. When you confessed to me, I should’ve rejected you! I should’ve distanced myself so that I wouldn’t cause you this pain! But I was so selfish! I am so sorry!”
Shoto held her closer and assured her that being with her was the best decision he had ever made. They continued to hug each other in complete silence. Only the sound of their sobs could be heard around the room.
They just wished to stay like that. They wanted the clock to stop ticking so that they could forever be togother.
“ Shoto, I wanna try something...” Y/N whispered after a few moments of silence.
“ What is it?”
There was a moment of silence as Y/N had a debate with herself.
“ Make love to me.”
Shoto’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. He was not expecting that. Y/N noticed his confusion and decided to explain her reasoning.
“ I want to show you just how much I actually value you. I...I want to be as close to you as I can right now!” Y/N struggled with her word choices but it was enough for Shoto to understand.
Shoto leaned in and kissed her forehead. He accepted her request and realized that he also wanted to be close to her, he wanted to please her.
Their lips connected in a warm kiss. Their kiss held so many emotions. It felt like a goodbye. As if that was the last kiss they’d have. Shoto nibbled at her skin and kissed her cleavage.
Slowly clothing was removed. Shoto stared down at Y/N who was only wearing her panties. Her chest was now exposed to Shoto.
“ You are so beautiful, love.”
This made Y/N blush. Her bashful expression made Shoto fall in love with her all over again.
Shoto kisses her once again. This time it was more passionate and needy. He continued to distribute kisses throughout her body. They grind onto each other and shared more kisses.
The sounds that left Y/N’s mouth were music to Shoto’s ears. He wanted to memorize this moment. He wanted to remember how her skin felt against his, how she moaned his name, and how she tasted like.
It was not long until both of them were completely naked. They were both lost in each other’s eyes. Shoto slowly moved himself into her. After some pain, she waited to adjust to his size.
Shoto moved slowly yet sensual. They weren’t in a rush. All they wanted was each other. Shoto leaned down and buried his face on the crook of her neck. Y/N felt his tears fall down her shoulder. Shoto couldn’t help himself. He cried as he went inside of her.
Y/N gently massaged his scalp as quiet moans left her mouth. With one final thrust, both Y/N and Shoto reached their climax.
Even though they were both happy to be intimate, they couldn’t hell the tears that left their eyes. Y/N looked at Shoto with a genuine smile on her face before she threw herself at him and hugged him.
Shoto laid down and Y/N was on his chest. He allowed his arms to protectively rest around her waist. After one final kiss, they decided to fall asleep.
Three days later, Y/N didn’t wake up from her slumber, leaving Shoto all alone.
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i don't think you've done this, but maybe a scenario where zenigata's s/o is jealous because of how much time zenigata spends chasing lupin? Preferably have it be kinda fluffy cuz I don't think I could handle angst lol
And another two requests combined. It makes me laugh how similar two people can think. Such a great thing.
I still had to work with a bit of suspense but I hope it’s okay. No fight this time, only Zeni being his stupid and clumsy self. This man is 100% husband-material.
Another day without him. Another boring day full of work and household chores and eating alone. After two weeks it didn’t really matter to you. What really got your nerves shaken was this letter.
Stupid you. You had wanted to talk to him. To tell him your feelings. But whenever you were beginning to talk to him in a more serious matter, he pretended to have to work, to be tired, to have a headache. And you never had a chance to talk. So you had written it all down. All of your concerns, your worries, your… well, there was no other word for it: jealousy. It was stupid to be jealous of a thief, yes. But what if the man you love would mutter his name in his sleep and not yours? Spending more time with him than you? Forgetting your birthday, the anniversary of your first date, Valentine’s day… he had been on the chase all three dates. And even if you got hold of him and finally took a stroll through the park? He didn’t relax, he watched out for possible signs of Lupin. And if a call from work should come, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you alone in the park. That had hurt.
But now you had written it down and told him to read it when he had arrived. And since he was gone? No call, no letter, no life sign. Normally he would send you a text or even call you after landing. Normally he would even send you a card from around the globe. Nothing.
You shook your head to clean your thoughts and worries and began to cook some noodles. On a good day, he would casually stroll into the kitchen, hug you from behind and just tell you how much he loved you. Even this had ceased over the time. He often was just too tired, too injured or whatever.
Gritting your teeth, you grabbed your vibrating phone and were surprised when you read his name.
“Hello?”
“Pack a few things. Tomorrow at 8 get into the taxi.”
“What’s up?”
“The plane’s here.”
And with nothing else, the call was ended. What the fuck? He had sounded stressed. Tired? Not a word about the letter. Not one explanation. In the news today you had heard that Lupin had escaped again. Did it have something to do with it? Or… your tears welled up in your eyes, did he want to have you gone from his life?!
You had packed two outfits into a sports bag and were surprised to find a taxi waiting for you.
“Good morning. Just get in and we will be going,” the driver said after he had helped you with your bag.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where to,” you admitted. Should you get into a hotel first? Until you had found a single apartment?
“Don’t worry, my client already gave the instructions.”
With a sinking heart you sat in the back of the car and wondered about the whole situation. Of course, throwing you out, he had at least the decency to get you a hotel room, right? After all, it had been his decision, right?
After a night without sleep because of your worrying, sleep finally caught up to you and you succumbed to it on the backseat of the taxi delivering you into an unknown future.
You woke up something on your lips. A soft thing, gently gliding over your lips, wanting to be eaten. With half-closed eyes you took a bite and shrieked as sweetness filled your mouth.
“Delicous!” you proclaimed, fully awake, sitting up in a bed. Laughter was heard and the rest of the strawberry disappeared.
It was replaced with a known face and lips almost as sweet as this strawberry had been.
“Good Morning,” he whispered into the kiss, making you smile.
“What is all this?” you asked him after the kiss, scooting to the edge of the bed, looking around. What kind of hotel was this? It looked like… for a kid? Disney figures were everywhere.
“I have read your letter.” Zenigata stretched a bit and held the bowl with strawberries in front of your face. They must have been expensive, you thought, as you took one. You silently munched on it, letting him talk.
“And I made up my mind. I love you. You know that I will never give up my work. For no one. But…” he scratched his cheek.
“I talked with my boss and I got an assistant. So that I’m not alone in this thing anymore. He’s quite capable and smart enough to be a great Inspector someday. That’s why I didn’t call. I had to work to make sure he would have a good first case.” With a shaking hand he took a strawberry and ate it in one bite.
“But he will be better and he’s for now doing all the paperwork, leaving me with more time,” with these words he sat down next to you, eyes looking at the floor.
“And if you can forgive me, I would want to spend it with you.”
Without a word you just leaned on his shoulder, placing the bowl half on his, half on your thigh. You still loved him. Of course you did. With a cute blush on his cheeks, he continued:
“But I have done terrible things to you, and I have to atone for my sins.” He grinned at you, kissing your forehead.
“Welcome to Disneyland, my love.”
You scooted away from him, staring at him, staring at the room, staring back at him.
Despite living only a few hours drive away from it, you had never been here before. Mostly because of the expensive prices and your lover’s constant work. But this? And the strawberries?
“How can we pay for this?!” you asked him, already calculating how deep in debt he would be because you had pushed him so far. But another laugh relaxed you.
“Don’t worry. The last case in Florida? The manager there had pity with me and got me some cheap tickets. The strawberries I got from our neighbour because you helped her so much around the house,” he admitted with a cute smile.
“But nevertheless, we have a full week here just for us two…,” he hesitated.
“And I wanted to do it otherwise but I am a nervous wreck and will just do it right here and now!”
You stepped back from him, tears in your eyes, as he got on one knee in front of you.
“I am not the best man and I am far away from being the man you deserve. But I love you with all my heart and will forever do so. I know I am an idiot and make you cry and worry more than you should ever do. I promise, I’ll be better. I can’t stop here. I won’t stop here. But I want to continue with you by my side. I want to know that I have someone out there that truly loves me so much as I love them. Please, would you marry me?”
You nodded, falling to your knees in front of him, crying as he placed the ring on your finger with tears of joy in his eyes.
Hand in hand, you strolled through the gigantic park as a thought came to you.
“Why didn’t we talk about it earlier? Whenever I wanted to talk to you, you had an apology.” It wasn’t an accusation but more a curious question.
He laughed and swept you from your feet, kissing your face a few times before placing you back on the ground.
“I thought you would scold me for not asking you for marriage,” he answered truthful.
“Why?!”
“I had this ring in my pocket for two months! My nerves were gone. I was too nervous to ask and there wasn’t the right time. So I tried to…. Well, wait for the perfect moment.”
“You are an idiot.” You had to stand on your toes to kiss him on the lips. He held you safe and close in his arms.
“But I am your idiot.”
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salutations!! i was wondering if i could ask for another writing piece with the beloved Hellgirl. lol i was thinking she's feeling a bit self conscious cuz she feels like there are way more prettier girls out there for her male S/O to love. but he proves her wrong by giving her some sweet loving and body worship. you're awesome!!!
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Hellgirl considers herself to be a strong woman.
Not often did she let things get in under the wire. She was strong, intelligent and most of all, compassionate.
But on rare occasions, when the self esteem bars depleted. She felt like the proverbial elephant in the room.
She is bright red, has a tail and horns she filed down herself. For years she never really saw herself as beautiful or sexually appealing.
Then you showed up.
And boy did she hate you for the first two weeks. How dare you make her get a crush? And the audacity of it all was making her fall for you hard.
You considered yourself a regular run of the mill joe but to her that wasn’t the case.
She was in love and so were you.
A relationship brought on other self conscious aspects for the two of you. Today thought, she was feeling incredibly off.
Hellgirl had seen you speaking with two female agents. Her brain had sent her that negative message she usually shot down. What if you had a normal girlfriend? What if you could go out and do normal couple stuff? She visualized you with one of the agents and it stuck together like a puzzle piece.
How long would you put up with her?
You noticed the funk in the room when you got in. Hellgirl’s head phones were in, music loud and an array of nail polish bottles were scattered on the bed.
Yup she was definitely in a funk. Painting her nails was a hobby she often did to decompress. Today she was working on her hooves. You got on the bed and kissed her shoulder. “Can I help?” She took out an earbud and smiled faintly. “I’m good, how was your day y/n?” She turned off her playlist and returned to her task at hand.
“Boring. Meetings, paperwork, training newbies. How about you? How was the werewolf situation in Pittsburg?” You scratched her back and she almost melted. “Stimulating an smelly” She fanned her hooves as you chuckled.
She was distant, you could feel that there was something swimming in her head.
“You ok baby?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around her waist.
She sighed and got up, you frowned at the loss of contact.
“Do you want to get married? Don’t you want kids someday? Can we even make a child? You want things y/n and I’m not 100% sure I could provide that-“ She stopped herself and covered her face. You got up and approached her gently.
“Hellgirl? Look at me please” You held her wrists and rugged gently. Her golden eyes seemed tearful. “We will get married when we are both ready. We will try for kids and or adopt them. I’m not going anywhere any time soon” You places a kiss on each wrist.
The aura of protection was down. She was at her most vulnerable. “People stare at us y/n, even the agents. You could have any girl here or out there-“ You placed a finger against her lips. “I wanted you. I pursued you. Somehow I got you. I am not going to run off with some other woman when you are the only woman I want and love” You cupped her chin.
She was doing everything possible to not shed a few tears. So naturally you kissed her. Hellgirl happily kissed you back. You wrapped your arms around her waist loving the height difference between the two of you.
You prided yourself in many things but overall you loved showing off your own strength when it came to her. You pushed her towards the bed again, nail polish bottled scattering to the ground.
You kissed her vehemently, lips pressed against one another roughly. You showed her through that kiss everything you’d said before. Your hands gripped and stroked every inch of her at your disposal.
Her eyes found yours as you kissed a path down her stomach towards her navel. “Let me show you” You punctuated every word with a kiss. She lifted her hips as you slid her shorts off those magnificent long legs. “I’m torn to be honest. Do I love having these around my hips? Or around my head?” She covered her face but the heat radiating off of her said everything.
You found her inner thigh with your tongue. “I’m going to remind you why I love every part of you” Her tail wrapped itself around your wrist, a habit of hers when you indulged in this.
Hellgirl’s breathless ‘oh my god’ as you mouth connected with her wet folds would never not be your favorite. Your tongue expertly lavished attention to her core and the nub you lived to torture. Your hands gripped her thighs, nails digging into hard flesh.
Her messy bun was disheveled, eyes in the back of her head as you buried your face more. Two digits found themselves inside of her wet heat and she almost came undone by that alone. You sucked at her clit, fingers buried deep inside of her when your felt her left hand on your head. She was close but you wanted so see this.
You couldn’t help but smile against her heat. She was wound up and about to break. “Everything” You ran your hands over her body, fingers lingering on scars here and there. Tracing patterns over her star tattoos. “Every little thing of yours, is mine” You guided her long legs around your waist. You could tell part of her wanted to hide her face as you spoke those words but leaned over her. “Keep your eyes on mine” You ran a hand down her cheek, slowly entering. Watching her face contort in pleasure always did it for you.
“Please, please” She ran her left hand up your body, stone hand above her gripping a pillow. You fucked her slowly making sure to draw out every desperate plea from her. You shook your head with a grin. “You’ll Cum with me” You thrusted harder, her mouth went wide and you pushed two fingers into it. “Don’t you taste so good?” You groaned out, your own pleasure catching up to you. Hellgirl nodded, too lost in it to be ashamed. She sucked lasciviously and raised her hips to meet your thrust.
“God you’re so fucking gorgeous” You growled out as you cupped both of her breast. Her tail wrapped around your thigh, her way of saying she couldn’t hold out much longer. You thrusted faster, the bed creaking with your enthusiasm. “Oh fuck y/n!” She went rigid and tight as she came. It was it for you, cumin with her and losing your rhythm.
She kept her eyes glued to yours as the two of you came.
#hellgirl x reader insert#hellgirl#hellboy 2019#hellboy#genderbend hellboy#male reader insert#male reader#atomic52
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NOTE: This fanfic was commissioned by crazyfanatic97! Happy Hanukkah, everyone!
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"WAAAUUAAAAAAAHHH!"
Adrien Agreste counted himself lucky that he had been on the way back to the wedding of his friend from their batter-smeared battle against Crepe Of Wrath when the cry sounded. When he watched Ladybug flying through the air, cartwheeling awkwardly. Normally he would expect her to be much more coordinated; she had been over the past year since they first began fighting crime together throughout Paris. But they were both human beings under their Miraculous masks, after all.
"Whoops! Milady needs me!" With a would-be casual shrug, he vaulted in her direction, angling the trajectory so he would catch her and land in a sturdy-looking shrub. Chat Noir wasn't about to let a damsel in distress go splat — especially when it was the damsel.
The one that mattered most to him.
But as he caught up to her, arm stretching around her body, she began to shimmer and shift. Oh no. Clearly she had lost her grip because her Miraculous was running out of juice, and her trusty yo-yo had dematerialized first. Poor Ladybug! But whoever lived behind those black polka dots and red spandex would just have to be dropped off in the bush and he would move along as fast as possible. They weren't allowed to know each other's identities.
"HRRK!" she grunted when his body connected with hers, blasting them both sideways. "Chat Noir, what are-"
That was as far as she got. Crash, snap, squish! It was all over in a flurry of limbs, both deciduous and homosapien, and… a strangely voluminous amount of fabric?
But Chat wasn't going to look. God, how badly he wanted to - this was something he had been dying to know every waking moment since he first laid eyes on the heroine! But it wasn't right if she didn't show him intentionally. So he slapped his hand over his eyes as soon as they were done falling and being smacked around by leaves.
"AuuuuuUUUGH, will you look at this?! I'm a trainwreck! Whyhyhyhyyyyy do these things always happen to me? How am I supposed to get married now?!"
Married?
No, it had to be a coincidence. Her voice did sound familiar, but there was no way…
Technically, she did tell him to look at her. And there was no way he could resist finding out of his hunch was correct. So he parted his middle finger from his index, for the tiniest peek…
The sweet, hapless Marinette Dupain-Cheng was struggling out of the bush, her wedding dress snagging on branches at every movement. Marinette. No way. This was impossible, it couldn't be her, of all people! Adrien refused to believe it!
But he didn't have a chance to confront her. Her bluebell-hued eyes glanced over and saw his hand covering his before she let out a little squeak and took off at top speed.
"Well…" Adrien wasn't sure who he was saying that aloud to. But as his ring began to signal his own transformation was imminent, he ducked into the nearest alley.
All this time, she had been right under his nose. For some reason, he had convinced himself that it couldn't possibly be someone who went to Françoise Dupont High School with him. And it turned out to be a good friend, but someone he had never really thought romantically about.
Marinette didn't even like him that way! Wasn't he doubly doomed? Or wait… she did once imply that she had feelings for him. But when he confronted her, she laughed it off and brushed it all aside, and he felt like an idiot for reading too much into the situation. Maybe it really was hopeless.
Besides… she liked Luka. He had seen him strumming his guitar for her often, fixating her with that seemingly sedated smile. That's why they were on their way to the altar now, barely eighteen and not wanting to waste a moment of their lives together.
"I'm so stupid," he hissed, slapping himself in the forehead.
"Got no argument from me," the magical floating ink spot that was his constant companion groaned from his shoulder.
"Plagg, not now."
"Yes, now, dude! Slip me some Camembert and we'll go after her. Or are you really going to let the love of your life get away because you're mopey and I didn't get my cheese fix?"
Rolling his eyes, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and produced a small wheel of fromage. The cat-shaped creature pounced on it and devoured it in a single bite.
"You really think there's any point?"
"You gonna know that for sure if you don't try, dumdum?" Plagg admonished him. Which he couldn't argue with. "Do the transformy thing already, I'm bored hanging around some smelly old alley."
"But you eat cheese that smells even- oh, nevermind. PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!"
~ o ~
'This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.'
That kept repeating over and over in Marinette's head as she struggled her way up the subway steps. Apparently, she had neglected to slip her bus pass into her gazebo-sized wedding gown, so she had no other recourse but to hoof it all the way back to the cathedral.
"Darn it, Luka," she grumbled as she trudged along. "I told you I didn't want a big ceremony like this! I wanted a much more tasteful gown I designed myself, something more… compact! This thing's so pretty but I can't do anything but- YEEP!"
Down she went. Luckily the huge billows of fabric helped to cushion her face so she didn't end up with a bloody nose.
"But that," she finished, muffled. Reaching back, she pulled off one of her lovely white shoes only to find the heel had snapped off. "Oh, perfect! I was just thinking I needed something else to go wrong!"
A high, musical little voice chimed from her veil, "Marinette, it's only a dress! Think about how much Luka loves you! And you love him, don't you?"
She did. But Tikki's reassurances actually made her feel worse instead of better. Sure she loved him, but she knew her heart would always belong to Adrien. It just wasn't in the cards for them to be together.
"Need a lift, Mademoiselle?"
Her teary eyes glanced up to see who else but Chat Noir smiling down at her. The smirk he always wore for Ladybug was gone, replaced with something a little more polite, and his hand was reaching down to help her up.
"N-no, go away," she groaned. Then she remembered she wasn't supposed to be Ladybug right now; Bystander Marinette had no reason to be rude to him. "I m-mean… I'm fine, thank you."
"Your shoe is broken. And unless you see a cobbler nearby, you're going to cut up your poor foot trying to get where you're going. Let me help."
Fair point. Scowling, she raised her arms in defeat and let him scoop her up into a princess carry. She settled the broken shoe on her lap as he began to bound over the rooftops.
"You seem pretty at ease with this," he commented. Which made her realize she had failed to squeal at being hurtled through the air as any normal girl would have.
"Oh. Well… with all these crazy attacks lately, Paris isn't the sleepy little town it used to be," she joked with an awkward grin.
"Guess not." But he was looking at her so intently. As if he couldn't take his eyes off her… like she was…
It came to her in a flash. Maybe it was Ladybug's intuition, or maybe it was just remembering that she had transformed in front of him catching up to her brain finally.
"You… know it's me… don't you?"
Chat shrugged easily as he continued to leap her toward their shared destination. "You, who?"
"Over here," she quipped quietly. But her expression was bitter and resigned. "You can drop the act. You saw me spots-off."
Landing only a couple of blocks from the cathedral, the black-clad boy heaved a great sigh before setting her down. "So I did. But… I didn't think you would want me knowing, so I tried…"
"I didn't. Well, more like you're not supposed to know. Sometimes I thought it would be better if you did, but… rules and stuff."
Chat ran his fingers through his shaggy blond hair and stared out over the city they had sworn to protect together. "You treated me differently when you thought I didn't know who you were. Is it just… well, I don't know. Why?"
"Because…" Trying to put her finger on the reason, she finally gave up and just said, "You always lay it on so thick! How's a Ladybug supposed to fight crime with you blowing smoke up my skirt all the time?!"
Then she slapped her hands over her mouth, feeling terrible for being so rude. Especially when he wasn't freaking out over learning her secret, wasn't being accusatory or snide. But instead of being offended, he just laughed.
"Guess I should tone it down, huh? But don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Maybe someday, I'll share mine with you, if that's okay. I know I'm not supposed to, but-"
"No, no! It's alright. It's the code we are bound by." Then she smiled and nodded down toward the ground. "Mind dropping me off? I have a wedding to reschedule on account of ruined dress."
Chat winced when he took in the tattered state. Big swaths of fabric were hanging off, a hole gaped just enough that he could see her knee… plus the broken shoe. Marinette still looked beautiful but she certainly wasn't presentable to all her friends and family.
"Sure. I can do that no problem, Milady."
"That's another thing," she commented as he scooped her up to gently ferry her to the ground. "Do you have to keep calling me that? What century is this, anyway?"
"You're going to keep telling me all the things I'm doing wrong just because I asked one time, aren't you?"
"Youuuuuu betcha."
~ o ~
But Adrien Agreste's heart was a little lighter as he let Marinette's doting parents fuss over the state of her gown, he himself departing the chapel. Not because he knew his lady was already taken.
Because if they weren't getting married today, he still had time. Maybe there was hope for the Cat and the Ladybug yet.
THE END…?
#miraculous ladybug#a bug in the hand#adrinette#ladybug and chat noir#miraculous fanfic#forkanna writes#jess the writer#commission
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Hello friend! I just went to a wedding and it was incredibly beautiful! So I was wondering if you could make a scenario of hawks getting married to his female s/o? This was my first time sending a request so I hope I did it correctly! Thank you and have a nice day! :)
This man makes me w e a k, and don’t worry anon, you nailed it.
I’ve always wanted to plan a wedding and see it play out. Maybe someday I will for real. Done, anon. (P.S. If you want an idea of where I got the color pallet in this chapter, may I draw your attention to my favorite ring in the world.)
The day he had asked you to marry him and you said yes was the happiest day of his life. He had spent time getting to know you, opening up and being truly vulnerable for the very first time, and you had never done anything but give and give and love him. He would rope the stars and the moon if you asked him, and he wanted so badly to declare his love for you to the world. However, your relationship had remained quiet and out of the spotlight. Especially since you were actively avoiding the attention he had taken measures to keep your meetings clandestine, to keep your name and face out of the public eye. A watchful fan might be able to sense something amiss (he couldn’t escape the spotlight forever), but they never had enough to do anything but throw out mere theories.
He wanted to give you the biggest fairy tale wedding money could buy, and he wanted to invite the entire country, if not the world to watch; but he understood your reservations about it. For your safety, privacy, and peace of mind a small wedding was worth the price. As well for him, the fact that you knew he would hand you a blank check for whatever you wanted but you still tried to keep spending down because you didn’t want to treat him like an ATM made him fall even deeper in love with you whenever the subject came up.
He agreed to whatever venue and theme you wanted on two conditions: one, let him order some custom wedding ring designs because he wouldn’t have his one of a kind girl wearing a piece that hundreds, maybe thousands, of other women were also wearing; and two, spare no expense with the dress! He knew that a wedding was mostly for the bride at the end of the day; and he wanted to let you feel like a princes- no, a QUEEN on your wedding day without worrying about the price tag. He told you that come what may, when it came to looking back the photos of him fawning over you in that dress would be able to give you happy memories whenever you needed them, and anytime the everyday stresses of the world dragged you down he wanted you to be able to look at that ring and let it remind you that you were like no one else in the world to him just like that little piece of jewelry.
The venue was small and private. Only both your immediate family and close friends - heroes, high school, or otherwise- were invited. Just trusted people who had known you were together to begin with. He didn’t bother to mention the event to his sponsors. He wanted them and their world as far separated from you and your new lives together as possible. They didn’t care anyway.
It was a small, chapel-like building. A few rows of pews on either side flanked the aisle which was laden with a soft, white carpet and red trim. White chiffon hung up on the walls and lined the inside of the pews with small bouquets of red roses, ferns, baby’s breath and tiny sprigs of acacia blossoms. It was dark outside, and the light in the hall danced and sparkled from the crystal chandeliers which allowed the stained glass windows to display their full range of color without distracting and taking from the scene inside. That alone was picture perfect as Hawks waited at the end of the aisle, proud of your planning but increasingly nervous for the upcoming ceremony.
You’d caught that he was self conscious about the color of his wings in your wedding photos - lamenting that they might distract others from how beautiful you were in that white dress. Red was a far more dominant color, he explained. White disappeared and took a seat next to it unless it was an accent color, and his wings were just too big to pass off as some kind of “fashion statement.” He even complained that even if they were white it would be more attention on him than he wanted. But you were clever - or at least you had clever hero support friends with a knack for design!
You had called on their expertise to tie in the concept of white and red mixing together and complimenting each other instead of fighting for dominance. They came up with a fantastic solution of tying in two other main colors - stunning pink gold and humble burnt umber - as intermediate accents and trim. His tuxedo consisted of a white jacket and trousers, red cummerbund and tie, with pink gold and satin brown trim lining the lapels, pleats on his shirt, and shiny gold buttons and wrist cuffs with modest brown shoes. Though he didn’t usually appreciate formal wear he felt really good when he put it on, feeling like his wings actually fit the design instead of distracting from it. He was just anxious to see if this was how you dressed him, what did YOU look like? Luckily after the hours of nervous pacing, anticipation, and anxious bouncing on his toes for the ceremony to start he would see.
The music played and all the guests rose as the doors at the front of the aisle gently parted for you to make your way down. The sight of you in that dress was beyond magnificent and took his breath away.
You had taken him seriously when he asked you to go all out. The flowing white skirt of the ball gown possessed a gorgeously understated gold lace layer over it and fell around you gloriously, demanding room and reverence around you though your gait denoted a calm spirit unburdened by the gaze of others. The white bodice pulled in at your waist and gently flared out to a Bataeu neckline that was a perfect balance of alluring and elegant - the shoulders of which were red chiffon blending in perfectly with the red bead work on the bodice fading down to white, and in the center of the neckline sat a simple round brooch with a brown gem centerpiece, small white jewels around the edges in a rose gold setting. You wore a choker of gold with red and white rhinestones that draped across your otherwise bare shoulders and dipped down in an arch delicately. Your chapel length veil possessed gold and satin brown trim around the edges to mirror the ensemble of your groom, though the smallest of red and pink rhinestones hidden in the lace would sparkle and reflect an extra splash of color. It wasn’t immediately obvious from the front, but as you walked up the steps to stand next to your husband-to-be a bright streak of red ran from where there were the gaps in the shoulder straps on your back (a subtle set of wings as a nod to his nickname, “Angel,” for you Hawks would come to learn later), together into the waist of the bodice, and then in one demanding band of satin red in a dramatic flair all the way down the monarch train of your skirt where it bled off into the red, pink gold, and satin brown lining for the lace layer that would sweep up into the two side panels that met again in the front at the bodice, allowing the gold pattern to end spectacularly around you and leave the panel of pure white unblemished in front of you, tying back into the solid white part of the bodice.
He couldn’t tell by virtue of being absolutely star struck in the moment, but he very well almost cried at the sight of you. Like everything else, you blew his expectations out of the water. Whatever he gave you or asked of you you always managed to return to him two, five, or tenfold times beyond his wildest dreams. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you approached, sure that he was either going to wake from a dream or just drop dead from the overwhelming weight in his heart. He noticeably jumped when the minister spoke up at the end of the music. If not for the rehearsal the night before, he would have forgotten to turn shoulder to shoulder to you, though he wished mightily he could just stare into your eyes for the rest of eternity.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” and the rest was lost on Hawks’ ears as he desperately tried to continue looking at you through the corner of his eye, which only made you blush and smile when you noticed. How the hell did you just manage to be even more beautiful than what he witnessed just now?! The ceremony continued on for both far too long and not long enough when he was finally broken out of his trance.
“(Y/N), will you have this man to be your husband; to live together with him in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto him as long as you both shall live?”
“I will.” Your words were clear and even, though the way you blushed under your eyelashes as you looked to him betrayed the way your heart was racing.
The minister then addressed Hawks, “And will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live?”
“I wi-Ihl-” His voiced unintentionally cracked around the lump in his throat, and you could both hear a chuckle from the pews behind you. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I will.”
“With that, we would have the bride and groom exchange wedding vows and rings. May the ring bearer please come forth.”
Tokoyami had been incredibly surprised when Hawks had not only invited him to the wedding, but asked him to be the ring-bearer. The experience he had gained during his internship he had considered generous enough, but to think Hawks could have taken enough of a liking to him for this honor was beyond him. Reverently approaching from his place to stand next to the both of you, he offered your ring to Hawks with respect and Dark Shadow offered his to you with excitement before they both returned to their spot.
“Sir, please take (Y/N)’s left hand and repeat after me.
“In the sight of all these witnesses, I, (state your name), take you, (Y/N), to be my wife,”
He repeated in kind back and forth until they reached the end.
“...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow.”
He looked down as he readied the ring he had spent so long designing onto your ring finger as he continued. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.” With that, he slowly slipped on the ring and allowed you to admire it - this being your first time ever seeing it. The band was made of small silver feathers that swirled together into a spun gold nest-like setting with a magnificent round fire opal as the centerpiece flanked by small white diamonds and a few, tiny, inconspicuous silver feathers tucked into the gold strands of the nest.
The minister then turned to you and asked you to repeat the same vows before you readied Hawk’s ring as well and placed it on his finger when you had finished, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you.” It was a wide, masculine band, but in it were many gold feathers stemming from the shaft of a silver arrow that wrapped around his finger - the feathers meant to symbolize all that he had to give you; and the arrow his vow to protect you, his desire to provide for you like a feather carries an arrow to its target, as well as a personal point on the compass to point him home to you.
The minister gave one last address to the congregation gathered as you held hands and gazed into each others’ eyes, excited for the part to come next. “Now that these two have given themselves to each other by solemn vows, with the joining of hands and the giving and receiving of rings, I pronounce that they are husband and wife.
“You may kiss the bride.”
A thousand thoughts raced through his head as his hands gently, slowly moved to raise the veil from your face. This was it! In everyone’s eyes you were his missus, his wife, maybe the only thing in the world that was truly his. Your relationship had not been an easy one to establish by any means. There were tears and heartache and pain; and there were times he was sure that there was nothing he could do for you but to let you go; but even in the worst of circumstances you had returned to him time and time again and done nothing but hold him and love him. Everything in his world could crumble out from beneath him, but he would be able to fall safely into your arms - and really, wasn’t that what it meant to truly have everything?
He had genuinely meant to make the kiss short and sweet, but like many other things in his life his thoughts spun in his head too fast for his own good; and in the first split second he went from a gentle, chaste kiss with your face in his hands as the crowd applauded to pulling you close by the waist in a deep, passionate embrace to the sound a few whoops and jeers.
“Save it for the honeymoon, love birds!”
The comment made both of you blush as you pulled away from each other, but at this point, he didn’t really care any more. There was no more doubt, no more uncertainty, no more gaps between you. This was the first day of the rest of your lives together. He had you now, and he was never letting go. He lifted you up into the air and spun you around without regard, nearly knocking over the rest of the wedding party in the process.
This was truly the happiest day of his life!
#bnha hawks#mha hawks#hawks x reader#hawks x reader bnha#hawks imagine#hawks x reader imagine#bnha imagines#mha imagines#ugh I'm such a sucker for love stories!#Especially from men's point of view!#thanks for this anon I loved writing it!
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This time (it will be alright)
From: @ichikonohakko
To: @the-bug-witch
Soulmates and reincarnations are a given-thing, but skeptic Abe Takaya would never be a sappy believer… until he met a certain Mihashi Ren.
Merry Xmas and Happy New Year! I’m really sorry if this is a bit messy, I hit a writer’s block and this piece was pretty much my try-to-start-again piece. Your request stated you wanted AbeMiha snuggly fluff (or memes) and you like AUs… so here’s an AU with a fine spice of fluff and angst (sorry again, I’m just way better at writing angst). Please enjoy your gift!
i.
Abe Takaya knew that the universe wasn’t so simple.
Soulmates are not predetermined, reincarnations are not real, and people around him were just screwing around with him and someday they would finally tell him that it was just one big fat joke. Shinooka wasn’t the reincarnation of some princess and Mizutani wasn’t a ronin samurai who had fallen in love with her. They didn’t ‘find each other again after so long in a destined fate’ or anything. They were just a sappy couple who loved sappy tropes.
Even his mother and father had thought that the reincarnation thing was a load of croak, but they do believe in soulmates. After all, Takaya could see the beautiful lilies blooming on his mother’s shoulder every time she and Dad were close to one another. And those lilies should have looked ridiculous on his Dad, but it wasn’t. And people are all proud to show their marks to the world or flaunting to the magazines about the previous lives they remembered. Takaya hated it and he swore that he would never ever be a sap. This world also had plenty of people who didn’t meet their soulmate and yet still got married and functions as normal members of society. Takaya expected to be one of those people.
“Oh you shouldn’t be so negative, Taka,” Shun said lightly as he stared at the small dot on his hip. “Who knows that you’re going to find someone who’s not only your soulmate, but also your lover from the past. Mom and Dad happened to not remember their past lives, but they found each other again just fine. Don’t you think that’s amazing?”
“Not really.” Takaya rolled his eyes as he got around the room, trying to prepare for morning lecture he would probably be late for if he didn’t finish up soon. “Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. But I am going to find my soulmate someday. Just you see.” Takaya sighed as he stood up and ruffled Shun’s hair. “Sure you will. See you later, kiddo.”
Yeah, right.
ii.
Takaya’s skepticism was sort of a running joke in his current circle of friends.
And he really couldn’t blame them, because they were all already going out with their soulmates. Shinooka and Mizutani, Sakaeguchi and Suyama, even Izumi had been converted the first week of university when he was ran over by an excited Hamada, who yelled at the entire campus that he had finally found his soulmate. The only sane man in Takaya’s circle of friends was one Hanai Azusa.
The former captain of Nishiura baseball club had a healthy amount of skepticism, which was the only reason why Takaya genuinely liked the guy, but he was also open to the concept of finding his own soulmate. Unlike Takaya who actively tried to shut down any arguments regarding his own past life or soulmate, Hanai very much knew that he was a cook somewhere in Spain in his past life.
Takaya genuinely thought that their circle of friends would stay like that forever, with his friends being fools and him and Hanai being the straight-men of the world. But it all changed when a certain Tajima Yuuichirou from the veterinarian faculty came crashing down on Hanai after the other slipped off the stairs in their favorite café.
It was the first time Takaya saw it with his own eyes. The way those sunflowers bloomed on Hanai’s wrists and all the way until it covered his right arm, feverish and warm and magical as the guy who fell on him groaned and scrambled away from Hanai with identical sunflowers wrapping his left arm. “Whoa!” The stranger said loudly as he eyed Hanai from head to toe. “Are you Mariana?! You’re bald!” Hanai exploded into red when he screamed ‘SHUT UP ANTONIO’ and dragged the other to have a private conversation.
That had been three months ago, and now Tajima Yuuichirou is a part of their group and Takaya had never cursed his life more than he does right now when Tajima was the only person waiting for the others in their favorite booth by the café.
“You know, Abe,” Tajima started as he leaned towards the wall next to him. “Are you really not interested about your soulmate? Or at least what your soul-mark looks like?”
“No.”
“How about your past life? I can remember up to three lives ago perfectly, others kinda blur. But I know that I’ve only been a girl once and Hanai’s been the girl twice.”
Which was hilariously fitting and has been the topic of the group’s running joke for the two months since Tajima told them the story of Mariana the Spanish cook and Caroline the church organist. But really… “I’m not really interested at it, no.”
And unlike Hanai and Tajima, Takaya never had a dream about his own past life. He couldn’t remember them and didn’t really care to remember. He knew that sometimes people would go to hypno-therapist to find out more about themselves but Takaya was not some people.
“Well, suit yourself then,” Tajima said as he took a comic from the table and began reading. Takaya was thankful for the silence between them.
iii.
Takaya woke up feeling terribly hot and feverish, but he had a pop quiz worth forty percent of his grade today and he would not miss them.
His mother was worried and fussed over him and it made him feel nostalgic. She didn’t really fuss over him all these years, but there was someone who… would…?
What?
Takaya shook his head, dismissing his unreasonable déjà vu on his feverish state. The soul-mark on his collarbone was particularly hot, but he slapped it with some cold patch and he was out running to the nearest bus stop.
That day was a particularly blurry day for Takaya when he told the story years after, but there was always one part he could remember clearly more than any other part.
He remembered that it was a spring, and flower petals were falling around campus, and Takaya woke up to a stranger’s crying face.
“-ou o-okay?”
Nowadays when Takaya told the story, he would say that there were two things that caught his attention at that time. The first one was how beautiful the stranger was and the second one was the scattering baby breath flowers on the stranger’s neck.
But really, the first thing Takaya did was knock the stranger’s forehead with his own as he abruptly tried to sit up from the stranger’s lap.
“You’re… Mihashi Ren, right? Best pitcher of Gunma and Tajima’s former pitcher…?”
He was dressed like a typical university student, with a varsity jacket and baseball cap that seemed to hide his eyes. But he was unmistakably Tajima’s best friend, the other half of Gunma’s star-battery of Mihoshi Academy. Takaya knew him from both TV and Tajima, and yet…
It didn’t prepare him for the scattered baby breaths blooming on his collarbone and all the way to his cheek.
Mihashi Ren kept his eyes on the ground, fingers fiddling on his shirt as he struggled to give Takaya the answer to his question. His eyes flitted from the ground and to Takaya’s neck and then to the ground and anywhere but his eyes. “Well?” Takaya pushed, earning a startled garble from Mihashi Ren, who then leaped back on an instant.
“Y-y-yeah! I-I’m Mihashi… Ren…”
Takaya had a really high fever, and he also had a pop quiz worth forty percent of his grade today and he would probably miss them if he didn’t run soon. But…
But that day, Abe Takaya ended up not running to the classroom.
He ran to Mihashi instead.
iv.
When Abe Takaya woke up, he didn’t know why he felt angry that Mihashi Ren was not the first person he saw after he opened his eyes.
It was stupid and ridiculous, and horribly irrational and Takaya hated it and…!
“A-are you… awake…?”
Mihashi Ren was standing behind the curtain that separated Takaya’s bed with the other bed in the infirmary. His fingers curled at the edge of the curtain and only his face was visible. Takaya breathed in relief. He’s okay. He’s safe.
…what?
“Sorry I scared you, Mihashi…” Takaya began as he tried to calm the weird gnawing worry that just won’t leave him alone. Mihashi nodded then shook his head (it was really confusing, but Takaya figured that he just didn’t understand Mihashi) before sitting down on a chair on Takaya’s left. “You… collapsed all of a sudden…” Mihashi mumbled, eyes not meeting Takaya’s own. “I was. Worried. About you.”
��I’m sor-“
“But I always. Worry. Last time, you… didn’t make it…”
Takaya snapped his head at Mihashi, who was still staring at his own lap. His heart was ramming onto his chest, probably because of the fever, but also because of what Mihashi just said. Was this… his past life…?
“Do you remember… your past life?”
There was a nod, and for the first time since their really bizarre encounter, Mihashi stared at him with undeterred determination. Takaya noticed just how… pretty Mihashi looked. Hazel eyes, orange-ish brown hair, furrowed brows and all Takaya could think of was he was home.
“I-I should probably get going. It’s. Weird. I mean, you clearly don’t remember? So…”
Somehow, the notion of Mihashi not being with him ticked him very much. So Takaya grabbed the other’s wrist so hard he could have left a bruise if Mihashi wasn’t wearing a jacket. “Please, stay. I don’t really get it but I don’t like the feeling of you not being with me.” Mihashi stared at him, shocked and scared and relieved all at the same time. It confused Takaya, but he just knew that he had to make Mihashi stay.
“S-sorry…” Mihashi said as he sat on Takaya’s bed, his eyes glued on the baby breath scattered on Takaya’s neck. “I-I don’t think I’ve caught your name…?”
“I’m Abe. Abe Takaya,” now Takaya didn’t know why he cried or why he went on to hug the star baseball player of Gunma whom he knew nothing about, but it felt right and it didn’t feel sappy.
It felt just right.
v.
Tajima Yuuichirou was the first person to scream when Takaya brought Mihashi to his favorite booth at the café.
“SEE?! I TOLD YOU THAT ABE IS PROBABLY YOUR SOULMATE!”
It was deafeningly loud, but Mihashi laughed and it was all that mattered.
(And yes, Takaya knew that he sounded like a lovestruck sap. But it was for Mihashi, so…)
Bonus
Mihashi Ren always loved to sleep in.
It reminded him—grounded him—to the fact that he was not living in his past life when things could go wrong at any time anymore. He was not sleeping in the barracks, where he had to be extra careful not to let anyone knew that they were sharing a blanket together. He was… here.
“Ren… stop wiggling…”
He stilled at the sound, reflexes from his previous life still somehow there. Unlike most people who remembered their past life as something like a dull memory, everything felt too real to him to the point that he had trouble differentiating between his memories and reality. He lost count of the time he broke down and cried whenever the explosion happened and ripped them both apart, only to have his mother and doctor calming and reminding him that nothing was happening to him…
But here he was, Mihashi Ren, sleeping in the arms of Abe Takaya on a lazy Sunday morning. He ran his fingers on Abe-kun’s cheek, slowly noting the peaceful look on his usually-grumpy face, down to the baby breaths scattered around his neck and chest only to converge on a spot on his collarbone…
“Are your perving on me, Ren?”
Ren startled, but Abe-kun pulled his waist until they were even closer than before. “I don’t mind though. You should perv on me some more.” Abe-kun put his face on the crook of Ren’s shoulder and slept.
It was alright. Everything was fine.
This time, they are together.
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