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leedosbunnyboy · 3 years

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Eunchae; Nobody Knows

Genre: Fluff spiraling into Angst

Pairing: Eunchae x M!Reader (could also be gender neutral)

Requested: no

Warning(s): none

Summary: As idols, you and Eunchae knew the risks, but you both knew it was all worth it to be in each other's embrace.

(Inspired by Nobody Knows - Dia)

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It’s still not clear

It’s just dark like my mood

It will rain like this today

I want to stop listening to sad songs

My feelings are getting depressed

Will it rain until tonight?

"Noona, why do you always listen to these types of songs during rainstorms?" You ask your girlfriend, Eunchae, who currently has your head in her lap.

"I just like how it affects the atmosphere." Euncahe explains while she continues to play with your hair.

"I sometimes feel like we're in a drama." You joke.

She giggles and places a kiss to your forehead.

"I geuss it does feel like that." She smiles and interlaces your hands.

She notices how your eyelids seem to falter and drop.

"You can sleep you know. There's no need to stay awake for me." She reassures you.

"I know, but I want to spend all our moments together." You yawn and shift to get more comfortable.

"Get some sleep babe. I'm not going anywhere."

It’s annoying to carry an umbrella all day

But my shoes will get wet anyway

Even today I am mingled with meaningless thoughts,

And send you in the rain so nobody knows

"Babe! Come on, you're gonna get wet." You call to Eunchae.

"That's the point!" She laughs while spinning around in the rain.

"Hurry up and get under the umbrella." You say and hold out the very big, very annoying umbrella.

She rushes to you and pulls you into the rain, causing you to drop the umbrella.

"Why'd you do that!" You excalim as you instantly get soaked.

"Just enjoy the moment." Eunchae says and begins to hop around in small puddles.

You gaze lovingly at how she always seems to be in a good mood.

You put your annoyance behind you and join Eunchae in her fun.

Sure, you'd probably wake up with colds tomorrow, but a cold is temporary compared to long lasting memories.

Knock knock in the rain

Knock knock pass my heart

Again again to you

Surely surely can you tell me everything

More more carefully

Nobody knows

"Open." Eunchae tells you and holds a French fry to your mouth.

You do as told and eat the fry; Eunchae laughing at your cute expression.

"Noona." She hears.

"Yes dear?" She replies.

"I just wanted to tell you how pretty you are." You cheekily state.

"Thank you love." She blushes.

"And how much I love you." You continue, taking her hand into yours to place a chaste kiss to her knuckles.

Eunchae wants nothing more than to relish in this moment, but it's all thrown out the window once she spots a group of your fans heading your way.

"We should go." She hurriedly says and tosses your food.

You dont even question her as you'd already heard the mob of girls.

You both quickly put on your masks and hats before rushing out the restuarant hand-in-hand.

"That was close." You laugh.

Eunchae really wanted to be mad at you for taking such a close encounter so non seriously, but instead she just laughs along and places a kiss to your cheek.

"Let's get home before your fangirls find us and tear me to shreds." She jokes.

"They'd have to get through me first." You say whilst jokingly flexing.

Little did either of you know, this was just the first of many close calls.

It didn’t work out again today

I’m walking heavily

I hope the rain will stop tomorrow

I’ll only be sad until today

When the rain stops

I can still smile from tomorrow

"Babe, can I come see you?" Eunchae asks through the phone, although she already knew the answer.

"Sorry baby, we have to prepare for our comeback." You tell her.

Being from a bigger company, and being apart of a group more popular than Dia, Eunchae knew there would be times where you schedules simply couldn't work together.

"But I promise, as soon as I'm done promoting, I'll come see you and we'll spend a whole week together, okay Noona?"

She smiles at your adorable answer. "Of course babe." She says before hanging up.

A slight setback she hoped.

I’m not going to use an umbrella from today

I’ll erase all my memories of you

To deceive the tears flowing in the rain

I’ll let you go so nobody knows

《Breaking News! Dia's Eunchae and (G/n)'s (M/n) reported to be dating! Find out more here!》

Eunchae looked at her phone terrified.

She knew this day was coming, yet she constantly hoped to God it never did.

"Are you going to be okay?" Chaeyeon asked her.

"I don't know." Eunchae wept.

"Are you gonna call him?" Yebin asked.

"He's probably in trouble right now, he wouldn't pick up." She sadly states.

A knock on the door scares the three girls.

"Manager wants to talk to you." Huihyeon says, a look of worry adorns her face.

Knock knock in the rain

Knock knock pass my heart

Again again to you

Surely surely can you tell me everything

More more carefully

Nobody knows

《Dia's Eunchae and (G/n)'s (M/n) reportedly broke up! Find out more here!》

Eunchae knew it was the best decision, but why did it feel like the wrong decision.

She felt everything in her heart: pain, fear, longing, remorse.

She wanted nothing more than to hold you in her arms and for you to tell her 'everything's gonna be alright.' But she knew that would probably never happen again.

Eunchae cried herself to sleep that night.

And the next.

And the next night.

And the night after that.

I know I shouldn’t want to be caught

But I’ll try and laugh

I want to leave this umbrella before it rains

I don’t need it anymore

You both regularly saw eachother at music shows.

The tension that filled the room when you did could be felt by everyone.

She kept telling herself it was for the best, but she knew she couldn't hide her love for you.

Yet, she tried her best to make sure no one caught her quick glances, her subtle smiles when you were on stage, how you made her blush when you winked on stage at her.

She knew it was wrong, what would happen if she got caught, but she couldn't care less.

She wanted to be caught, yet she knew to be strong. And simply steered clear of you, much to the dismay of you and her heart.

Knock knock in the rain

Knock knock pass my heart

Again again to you

Surely surely can you tell me everything

More more carefully

Nobody knows

"Noona! Look at all the little rabbits!" You smile as you play with one.

"You two look alike." She jokes.

"Do we really?" You ask and hold up the small rabbit, making a funny face imitating the rabbit.

Eunchae smiled solemnly while again replaying the video on her phone.

The video was almost a year old, yet she watched it everyday just see your smile, to hear you voice, to relish in the features she loved so much.

She'd tried to move on, but deep down, she knew that was impossible.

She wondered how you were doing. If you had found someone new.

As for her, she continued to love you, but she knew she had to keep it secret, so that...

Nobody Knows.

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(I know this isnt the usual mlm, but I really wanted to write about my other ult. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys enjoy. Also, I reccomend you check out Dia. They are so underrated and have amazing music. Their song 'Nobody Knows' is the inspiration for this, and it's an amazing song.)

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prrplwtch · 4 years

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For the ball at Diavolo's Palace, what if the brothers/Dia try to put the moves on MC with the old "wear this dress delivered to your room before the event"? Now I think about it would be absolutely hilarious if they all had the same idea and MC received a whole bunch of dresses and had to figure out which one to wear, or just pick their own and then deal with the boys' reactions. Woops haha

Ok nonnie 💜 Sorry this took a while, I was trying to figure out what format to do this in.

MC walked back into her room and yawned, trying her hardest not to rub her face. She had to wake up at an ungodly early hour to make it to her appointment at the Devildom’s finest beauty salon. Still, she was quite happy with how her hair and make-up turned out. Now I just need to not mess it all up before tonight.

Diavolo was throwing a ball at his castle that evening, and MC really wanted to look her best. It took her a while to find the perfect dress, and she could not wait to wear it in just few hours.

Suddenly, she noticed a large box sitting on her desk. That was not there when I left… As MC approached it, she noticed another one on her chair, two more on the couch, and three on her bed.

What is all that?

MC slowly approached her desk, then carefully lifted the top of the box. It’s a…dress?

Why would someone send me a dress? MC wondered, then looked around, Are there dresses in the other boxes too?

Her guess turned out to be correct – as she walked around the room looking into the boxes, she discovered that she was now in possession of seven new dresses. Each dress was accompanied by a note, signed by one of the seven demon brothers, and, slowly, MC began to understand what was happening.

They can’t be serious.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. As MC walked over and opened it, she saw Barbatos in the corridor, holding a large box in his hands.

“Hello,” MC said, surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“Lord Diavolo had tasked me with delivering this to you,” Barbatos explained calmly, as he handed her the box, “And to let you know that he’s looking forward to seeing you at the ball tonight.”

Before MC could say anything, Barbatos bid farewell to her and walked off.

Don’t tell me this is another dress!

To MC’s chagrin, it was. Standing in the middle of the room with nine dresses to choose from, MC felt panic rise in her chest.

What am I going to do?

Lucifer:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Lucifer picks is a deep red gown with a plunging neckline. The dress has a fitted bodice through the waist and then cascades out towards the ground. The skirt of the dress has a thigh-high slit.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Lucifer sees MC walk down the staircase of the ballroom dressed in the gown he got for her, he is not even trying to hide his smile, as he swells with pride. It’s not like he doubted that she’d choose his dress, of course, but it’s still pleasant to see the confirmation that he, in fact, is special to MC. Especially when she can be so stubborn on occasion.

He makes his way to her immediately – it’s only fitting that she’d spend the evening by his side, of course. And who knows where the night can lead… Still, Lucifer takes a moment to glance around the room and savor the looks on everyone’s faces. He wants everyone to know that it was him who gave MC this dress, but that can be done later. For now, there are more important things – such as this first dance he is going to share with her.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: Lucifer scoffs as he sees MC dressed in the gown that isn’t the one he’d sent her. He should have expected that much – this human is so stubborn and foolish at times. Though it stings a little that she chose some other dress, Lucifer is not deterred – he is not the one to back down from the challenge. She will be mine in the end

Mammon:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Mammon picks is a low cut, backless sparkling golden gown. The dress is fitted through the body and flares out mid-thigh.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

As Mammon watches MC walk into the ballroom, his jaw drops. He did spend quite some time imagining what the dress would look on her when he bought it – and yet he still could not anticipate just how sunning MC would look. As he savors the sight in front of him, he feels a slight pang of jealousy – after all, he is certain that everyone else is looking at her too. How could they not? Luckily, he is here to spend the whole evening by her side to make sure no one gets any ideas.

Mammon can hardly stop himself from smiling when he approaches her. He wants everyone to know that it was his dress that MC chose to wear. He’d never openly admit to it of course, but still, he’ll do what he can to make sure everyone knows. But that would be later – all that matters now is that they had an amazing evening ahead of them.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: Once Mammon sees that MC did not wear the gown that he chose for her, he feels a pang of disappointment in his chest – after all he spent quite a bit of time and effort and money choosing just the right dress. Did she not like it? Still, he cannot bring himself to be upset at her for too long – after all, regardless of what she’s wearing to the ball, MC looks absolutely stunning to him.

Leviathan:

What kind of dress he picks: Levi picks a straight up princess dress for MC. It’s a light blue, off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice and a full skirt. The dress’s sleeves are flowy and see-through.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

Levi can hardly believe his eyes when he sees MC walking down the staircase of the ballroom dressed in the gown that he’d picked for her. He’d spent a very long while choosing just the perfect dress, but he’d never actually expected that she’d wear it. After all, who would like something that an otaku like me picked? And yet, he cannot take his eyes off of her because she is absolutely gorgeous.

MC smiles at him as she makes her way to him, and Levi feels his heart flutter in his chest. In his dreams he’d imagined what this moment could be like – but, somehow, for once, the reality turned out to be better than the dream. When she takes his hand and asks him to dance with her, he can hardly remember the time when he felt as happy as he does in that moment.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When MC shows up to the ball wearing the dress that Levi did not send her, he cannot help but feel disappointed. Immediately, he’s annoyed at himself – what right do I have to be disappointed? Why did I even get my hopes up in the first place? A normie like her will never like someone like me.

Satan:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress that Satan picks is a one shoulder deep emerald green gown. The dress is floor-length, fitted on the body from the chest to the knee, then flares out at the knee. The dress also has a cape reaching to the floor.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

As Satan watches MC walk into the ballroom wearing the dress that he’d picked out for her, his breath catches in his throat – she looks absolutely ravishing. In fact, he is not sure he’d ever seen anything so beautiful. But when she smiles at him, Satan shakes his head, realizing how foolish he’s being – it’s MC, after all, the woman he loves, and to him she would look lovely no matter what.

He does not hesitate to make his way to her. The night is young and he’s so thrilled about spending time with her. Normally, these kinds of events would bore Satan, but with her at his side, it almost feels exciting. As she takes his hand and smiles, he can feel warmth spread through his body. This ball is certainly going to be more delightful than all others.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When he notices MC arrive at the ball, wearing a dress he did not send her, Satan feels slightly sad. He tries to rationalize her decision, of course. What if he picked the color she was not quite fond of? What if the dress did not look good with her hairdo? Or, maybe, she simply liked the dress she got for the ball better… Still, despite all these attempts rationalize her behavior, he cannot help but feel slightly disappointed.

Asmodeus

What kind of dress he picks: While Asmo was tempted to get a more revealing gown at first, in the end he opted out for the dress that shows his fashion sense (and MC’s beauty of course). It’s a floor length off shoulder pale pink gown, with fitted bodice and an enormous skirt.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Asmo sees MC walk into the ballroom wearing the gown that he got for her, he all but squeals in delight. His sense was right – she looks absolutely gorgeous. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her – this certainly was going to become one of his most favorite memories. Everything is just as he envisioned…now if only she’d wear her hair down. Ah, that doesn’t matter, she looks perfect either way.

Asmo eagerly approaches MC – she looks stunning by herself yes, but the two of them together, standing next to each other? Absolute perfection. Asmo savors the half-jealous half-awed glances of other guests, thinking that the night just could not get better. Or, perhaps it could – if he were to get the chance to help MC out of the dress at the end of the night.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As Asmo watched MC walk into the ballroom dressed into a gown he did not pick, he could not help but sigh. She’s such a beautiful woman, why must she have such a plain taste? She’d look so much better if she wore the dress I got her. He feels frustrated by her decision, but, at the same time resolved – now he knows he absolutely must give MC a make over. It’s time someone taught her about fashion.

Beelzebub:

What kind of dress he picks: Beel doesn’t really trust himself when it comes to fashion, so he picks a rather simple dress. It’s a “Greek style” floor length gown, the color of burnt orange.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Beel sees MC walk down the staircase of the ballroom wearing the dress he got for her, he is stunned – though he tried his best to surprise her with something nice, he did not actually think he’d succeed. After all, what do I understand when it comes to pretty dresses? Besides, she’d be lovely in anything she’d wear. Still, his heart beats faster in his chest, as he stares at her – she looks absolutely gorgeous in his dress.

It is as though everyone else in the room ceased to exist �� the only thing that matters to him in that moment is her. When he approaches her and she smiles at him, warmth spreads through his body, and he knows that he could not possibly feel any happier than he did in that moment. “Thank you,” he whispers to her, and even he’s not sure what he’s thanking her for – whether it is for choosing his dress, for being so beautiful or for simply being.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As he sees MC walk in wearing a dress that is not the one he gifted her, Beel feels slightly sad, but only for a moment. After all, I truly understand nothing when it comes to pretty dresses, he thinks. At the same time, he cannot stay upset for long – whatever MC is wearing, she looks absolutely lovely to him and the mere sight of her brings a smile to his face.

Belphegor:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Belphie picks is a dark purple gown. It’s a narrow shape, floor length dress that flows straight from the neckline to the hem.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Belphie sees MC walk through the doors of the ballroom, he cannot help but smile. She looks beautiful – very beautiful, in fact, even more so than he’d imagined when he picked out the dress for her. His heart swells from the thought that she chose to wear the dress he gifted her – that she chose him – but, of course, he’d never openly admit to that.

If he is entirely honest with himself, a part of him does want everyone else in the room to know that it is his dress she’s wearing. But, at the same time, another part of him insists that it should not matter. After all, he and MC both know – and that’s the only thing that’s important. Besides, once she comes up to him, looks at him with a smile and puts her hand into his, it feels as though the rest of the people in the room have disappeared anyways.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When MC shows up to the ball in a dress that Belphie did not gift her, he does his best to ensure his face does not betray his true feelings. He’s hurt on the inside, of course – after all, it’s unpleasant when someone doesn’t appreciate your gift. But at the same time, it should be no surprise that this human has no sense – or no taste.

Diavolo:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Diavolo picks for MC is a halter top plunging neckline black and gold gown. The gown is fitted through the bodice and the skirt flares out, cascading to the ground.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Diavolo lays his eyes upon her he cannot help but smile. He’d made the right choice when he hired the best seamstress in the Devildom to make the dress for MC – she looks absolutely stunning. Though he did not doubt that she will choose to wear the dress he gifted her, seeing such a stunning woman in such an exquisite gown sends his heart racing. He is really looking forward to having her by his side the entire evening.

Diavolo finds himself wanting everyone to know that it was him who gifted her the dress, despite being well aware that some courtiers firmly believe such affections are beneath the future ruler of the Devildom. She will be mine one day, so they better get used to it. As she stands in front of him, radiant and smiling, he can hardly wait to share the first dance with her.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As he sees MC walk in wearing a dress that’s different from the one he’s sent her, Diavolo feels disappointed. He really wanted to see her in the gorgeous gown he’d commissioned specifically for her. Perhaps, she felt shy about it, he thinks. Well, she’ll better get used to it – thou. h she does not know it, one day she’ll be a consort to the King of the Devildom and her life will be full of all kinds of finery.

HC list

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo

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coralstories · 4 years

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You Have a Girlfriend?!

Spencer Reid x ocBianca Bennett

A/N: My last Spencer Reid fic was a little after he first met Bianca. This is set after they’ve been together for a while.

A/N 2: I meant to post the Dia de los Muertos Hobbit fic, but my Halloween weekend was surprisingly busy, so that didn’t happen. Take this one as consolation!

Word count: 2725 (wow, that’s a lot)

“What do we got?”

“The sheriff in San Francisco contacted me about a possible serial killer. Here are the files.”

“Thanks, JJ.”

Agent Aaron Hotchner’s team were gathered in the conference room. JJ, Agent Jareau, had called them in early to brief them on a possible case. They all agreed that it was something they should look into. Then Agent Jareau noticed something.

“Guys, do any of you know where Reid is?” she asked, not having heard his input in the past five minutes.

They all shook their heads.

“Maybe he didn’t get your text,” Morgan offered.

“Call him, but tell him we’re leaving in 30,” Hotch said.

With that, the rest of them dispersed. Morgan held back JJ and Agent Prentiss.

“Listen, why don’t we just go and pick up Reid? JJ, you said he gave you keys, right?”

“Oh, he did?” Agent Prentiss asked.

“Yeah, after we named him godfather,” JJ responded with a smile.

“That’s sweet.”

“Yeah.” JJ considered Morgan’s proposal. “Alright, let’s go.”

They beat traffic and got to Agent Reid’s apartment fairly quickly. He wasn’t answering calls. JJ knocked, but when there was no answer, they all silently agreed to go in. JJ unlocked the door while the others kept a hand on their weapons out of habit. They entered cautiously.

“Reid?” JJ called out.

“He must have left by now,” Prentiss said in a reasonable tone.

“The shower’s on,” Morgan pointed out.

“And is that… a woman singing?” JJ said.

They all moved slowly toward the back of the apartment. They heard the water shutoff, and then a woman walked out, still humming. She had a towel wrapped around herself, tucked under her arms, and her hair was wet. She made her way to the fridge and dug around for a moment. She turned, leaned on the island, and started peeling an orange.

“Did you forget something?” she asked.

All three agents froze in surprise. She wasn’t looking at them, her gaze was on her hands, but there was no one else in the room.

“Um, who are you?” Morgan asked.

“And what are you doing in Reid’s apartment?” Prentiss added.

The woman stopped her movements and lifted her head.

“Well, shit. None of you are Spencer,” she said.

This confused the agents even more.

“Do I look like Dr. Spencer Reid?” Morgan asked sarcastically.

“Well I wouldn’t know, but none of you sound like him.”

There was a pause as they all realized something; she was blind.

“That was a joke, guys,” the woman said. She put a piece of orange in her mouth. “Lighten up.”

“You still haven’t told us who you are,” Prentiss said.

“Spencer hasn’t told you about me?”

“No,” all the agents said at once.

“Of course he hasn’t,” she sighed. “I’m Bianca Bennett.”

She extended her hand, which all of them automatically stepped forward to shake.

“Spencer calling,” an automated voice said.

The woman, Bianca, reached across the counter to grab the phone and accepted the call on speaker.

“Hey, Spencer,” Bianca answered. “What did you forget?”

“Hey, Bee,” Spencer said.

His coworkers lifted their eyebrows.

“I forgot my jacket, do you think you’ll have time to drop it off?” Spencer continued.

“You’re lucky I have the morning off,” Bianca said with a smile.

“I don’t know about lucky, but it was definitely—“

“And—,” Bianca interrupted loudly— “you’re lucky some of your coworkers are here. I’ll give it to them and they’ll meet you, yeah?”

“What? Who’s there? It’s JJ, isn’t it?”

“Her and Prentiss and Morgan. I think. And I think they were about ready to shoot me.”

Spencer sighed. “I’m really sorry about that, all of you. I’m guessing I’m on speaker, right?”

“You have inferred correctly, sir,” Bianca said.

“Okay, I promise I’ll explain later, guys. For now, can you just grab my jacket and I’ll meet you at the office, please?”

“Actually, we were just swinging by to pick you up. We got called in early on a case,” Prentiss explained.

“Alright, then I’ll meet you on the plane and get briefed there. I’ve got to go, guys, I’m on the subway, I’m—“

The connection was lost. Bianca turned off the phone and turned back to the agents.

“Reception is spotty on the subway. Let me get his jacket,” Bianca said.

She walked out of the room, and the agents immediately started murmuring to each other.

“Since when does Reid have a girlfriend?”

“And she is blind, right?”

“She’s pretty.”

“I wonder if she’s a genius like him.”

Bianca walked into the living room and held out Reid’s jacket.

“We’ve been dating for about a year now,” she said, answering the questions they asked each other. “Yes, I really am blind. Thank you, and no, I am definitely not a genius.”

All the agents averted their eyes and flushed in embarrassment. Prentiss took the jacket with an apologetic smile.

“Thin walls,” Bianca said. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Anyways, you should go. Don’t want to miss your plane. You’ve got to catch some killers, right?”

“Right,” Prentiss said. “Well, um…“

“It was nice meeting you,” JJ said.

“Yeah, you too.” Bianca shook their hands again.

They left and attacked Reid with incessant questions once they were all on the plane. Reid glanced at Hotch and Rossi fearfully. He shushed them and mouthed, ‘Later'. Hotch and Rossi noticed. They only exchanged exasperated glances and ignored the other agents.

The case went by fairly quickly and easily; the team considered themselves lucky. The night before they returned to Quantico, they cornered Reid in his hotel room.

“Okay, spill,” JJ demanded. “How did you even meet her? She doesn’t work with us.”

“That’s because she’s not an FBI agent at all,” Reid said. “She’s a high school teacher.”

“You’re dating a schoolteacher?” Morgan said incredulously.

“Yes. I have enjoyed our privacy so far, so if you guys could—“

“It’s okay, Reid, it’s not like I can judge,” JJ said. “I kept my relationship with Will a secret for about a year, right?”

The other three exchanged telling looks.

“JJ, we all knew,” Reid said.

“What?”

“No, hold on, I’m not gonna let him turn this around,” Morgan said, cutting JJ off from saying anything further.

“And I’m not going to let you all interrogate me or her about our private, personal life,” Reid countered.

“We just want to know who she is,” Prentiss said.

“And why you’ve been hiding her from us,” Morgan said.

“Well, I told you. Her name is Bianca Bennett and she’s a school teacher. And I haven’t been hiding her from you, you all just assumed I wasn't dating anyone.”

No one said anything for a moment after that. They couldn’t deny it. The possibility never entered their minds that Spencer Reid may be seeing someone.

“Where did you guys meet?” JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Reid gave her a warning look, perhaps trying to determine her intentions.

“She came up to me in the park to ask for advice about one of her students. She had heard me give a lecture before and knew my background,” Reid explained.

“What do you mean, she wanted help with one of her students? Isn’t it her job to teach kids?”

“Yeah, but this student was different.”

“Was that the day you left early?” Prentiss asked.

Reid nodded. “Yup. It still took about seven meetings before she asked me out, though.”

“She asked you out? Oh come on, Reid,” Morgan said.

“It took you guys that long?”

“Well, she was waiting for me to ask her out, but I was completely oblivious. Even her student, the one I was mentoring, and his aunt picked up on it. I liked her, obviously, but I guess I just never thought she would agree to a date. She’s just amazing.”

“Aw. I’m happy for you, Spence,” JJ said, patting the younger man on the back.

“Yeah, it’s about time, man.”

“She’s okay with you being gone for long periods of time like this?” Prentiss asked.

Reid glanced at each of them before answering.

“She would prefer I wasn’t, obviously, but she knows this job is important to me. Besides, it’s not like we have a kid or anything.”

They were all quiet as they thought about their coworker, Hotch. Finally, Prentiss, Morgan, and JJ stood.

“We should get going. We have to be up early for our flight tomorrow,” Prentiss said.

“Yeah, we’ll let you get some sleep,” Morgan said.

“Ask Bianca if it would be okay to ask her to lunch,” JJ said. “I want to get to know her since she’s your girlfriend and all.”

“Okay, I’ll text her in a bit. Goodnight, guys.”

The next morning, they left early for their six-hour flight and got back to Quantico around noon. They went straight to the office to start on reports. Reid was telling his team members about the history of San Francisco as they rode the elevator.

“You know, what’s interesting is that San Francisco was called the “city of sin” long before Las Vegas. The city was rife with prostitution and opium dens as an outlet for the gold rushers who flocked to the city at the time. At first, there wasn’t much law and order to the city and it was run by vigilante groups who would hang anyone who committed a crime.”

Prentiss and Morgan exchanged a glance, but they didn’t try to cut him off yet.

“Then, when they started an actual police force, even those policemen were corrupt and accepted bribes from the madams and drug dealers to turn the other cheek. That all changed after the 1906 earthquake and fire, though. After that, the city’s inhabitants become of a reform-minded mood and when they were rebuilding, they--”

The elevator arrived at their floor, and they stepped out quickly.

“--decided that they would build more respectable businesses, especially on Morton Street, where most of the--”

“Reid, so, how long have you and Bianca been living together?” Prentiss asked.

“Not long. We actually go between her place and mine. We’re usually at her apartment on the weekends.”

Reid’s phone rang.

“Hello?” Reid answered. “What? Are you okay?”

The note of fear in his voice caught the others’ attention.

“Okay. I’m on my way, and I’m going to send some police officers as well, okay? I’ll see you soon.” He hung up and started gathering his things while he dialed another number.

“What’s going on?” Prentiss asked.

“Someone broke into Bianca’s apartment and attacked her,” Reid explained.

“Oh my god,” Prentiss said. “I’ll tell Hotch what’s going on.”

“I’ll drive you,” Morgan said.

“Hey Garcia,” Reid said into the phone. “I need you to dispatch the closest patrol car to Bianca’s apartment. … Everything’s fine for now, but I need you to hurry, okay?… There was a break-in, I’ve got to go.”

He hung up. Morgan followed him with the keys to one of the SUVs. They ran the siren. Morgan followed Reid’s directions and got to Bianca’s apartment in record time. When they got out they saw that there was a police car on the sidewalk. Reid took the stairs two at a time, and Morgan followed close behind. As they neared Reid’s door, they heard Bianca’s voice.

“I’m okay, please stop touching me,” she said.

Reid and Morgan burst into the room to find it a mess. Items were strewn along the floor, the refrigerator was open, a dish was shattered, the coffee table was on its side, and the TV was on the floor near the door. There was one police officer kneeling on a man and putting handcuffs on him. The officer’s partner was attempting to comfort Bianca. He had his hands on her shoulders, ignoring her attempts to shake him off and her stiff posture. Reid barreled through the room toward them, while Morgan kept close to the arresting officer in case he needed help.

“Bianca, are you alright?” Reid asked. “Hands off my girlfriend, she doesn’t like strangers touching her,” he snapped at the police officer.

The man put his hands up in surrender, eyes wide. Reid took Bianca’s hand and led her to the couch, making her sit.

“I’m fine, Spencer. He just surprised me is all,” Bianca said.

The officers stood up with the offender.

“Did she tell you what happened?” Morgan asked them.

“Just that he was here when she came in, and almost knocked her out,” one of them said. “Your boy’s got a good girl there. When we came in she was standing over this loser with her stick pointed at his throat.”

“It’s a cane,” Reid corrected at the same time the would-be thief started shouting.

“She threatened me!” the offender whined. “She said if I moved—“

“Shut the hell up, man,” Morgan said. “It was self-defense. I’d have kicked your ass.”

The officers took him away. Morgan went over to where Reid and Bianca were sitting on the couch. He noticed how Bianca seemed to be melting into Reid.

“Bianca, I think you should go to the hospital,” Morgan said gently.

“What? Why?” Reid asked.

He took Bianca’s face in his hands and examined her. She winced. Her bottom lip trembled and she kept looking up; it looked like she was trying not to cry.

“You said he tried to knock you out?” Morgan prompted.

“Yeah, he tried to hit me with the vase.”

Reid pushed her hair back to reveal a cut on her ear and neck.

“Bianca!” Reid exclaimed.

Bianca touched one hand to her ear. When she pulled it away, her fingertips were sticky with blood.

“I thought it was the water,” Bianca murmured. "From the vase."

Morgan leaned down to examine her. “It doesn’t look that deep,” he said. “But we should still get you checked out. Want me to drive?”

“O-okay,” Bianca said.

“Thank you,” Reid said.

Reid helped Bianca up and to the door, where Morgan offered to carry her down the stairs.

“Thanks, but I can walk,” Bianca replied stubbornly.

She managed it by leaning heavily on the railing and keeping one hand intertwined with Spencer’s. The ride to the hospital was silent, broken only by Morgan and Reid’s cell phones vibrating. Morgan glanced down and saw that it was a group text from Penelope, telling them all that Hotch wants them to meet in the BAU conference room. Morgan looked in the rearview mirror and saw Reid frowning down at his phone, presumably at the same text.

“Spencer, what’s wrong?” Bianca asked.

“What? Nothing,” Reid said.

Bianca’s lips curved up into a smirk. “Now I really know there’s something up.”

Morgan’s eyebrows rose at her keen perception. Bianca, who had been leaning on Reid’s shoulder, suddenly sat up straighter.

“If you need to go back to work, it’s okay,” Bianca said softly.

Reid met Morgan’s eyes in the mirror, the problem clear in his eyes. Reid shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I can’t leave you.”

“But… I have friends I can call. If it’s important--”

Reid’s phone buzzed again. It lit up to reveal a text from Hotch: he was aware of the situation and Reid did not have to come in until it was resolved. Reid sighed in relief and put his arm around Bianca, nudging her so that her head was on his shoulder again.

“Nothing’s more important than you,” he said in her ear.

It was too quiet for Morgan to hear, but the small, shy smile that graced Bianca’s features was enough to let him know of his friend’s plans.

“We just came back from a case, so we probably don’t have to leave again,” Morgan said. “Hotch probably just wants us to go over reports. I can cover for you, man.”

Reid smiled slightly and gave a tight nod. “Thanks.”

“Aaron Hotchner?” Bianca said. She smiled up at Reid. “I want to meet the rest of your team now.”

“Well, maybe we can arrange that for another day,” Reid said.

“Oh, really? I was thinking we could invite them all to the emergency room,” Bianca deadpanned.

It took both men a moment to realize that she was being sarcastic. Reid laughed and buried his face in her hair, and began whispering something else to her. Morgan chuckled and shook his head. He was beginning to like Reid’s girlfriend.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x oc #bianca bennett

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Putting on Hairs: Patronizing Meeting

Primary Pairing? Trio?: MariKana... Dia? Hinted: RinPana, KotoUmi? Words: ~2.1k Rating: G AU: Theater, Werewolf, Werebeast, Monster, Cryptid

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Author’s Note: A bit of a detour from NicoMaki. Honestly, I thought the spotlight would first swing to YohaRiko, but this is what came to mind, so here we are.

Summary: The theater’s primary patron pays a visit.

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“Oh, park there, Kanan-chan!” A voice cried excitedly from the back seat.

Kanan sighed and shook her head. “We can’t just park anywhere on the street, Mari-chan.”

“Uuu…” Mari pouted. “But I want to have a good view of Dia-chan’s new theater.”

Kanan chuckled. “You can see it just fine from here, and you’ll get to see it close up in a little bit. Let me just find your designated parking slot.” She turned the steering wheel to direct the car into the lot.

“We have a designated spot?”

“Of course, you do. Didn’t you read the email Dia-chan sent the other day?”

“I skimmed it.”

“All of the top tier patrons have designated parking slots.” Kanan explained. “And since your donation was the largest, even managing to edge out the Nishikino family, you get the best spot.”

“Of course mine was the highest, I want to help my Dia-chan however I can.”

Her Dia-chan… Kanan mused silently. If only…

While it was true that the three of them had grown up together, they had lost track of each other back in high school when Mari spent her second and third years over seas in the United States before going to college in Italy. Dia also left to attend college in Tokyo, leaving Kanan alone in Numazu.

It had barely been a year since Mari tried to reestablish contact. She managed to convince Kanan to leave the dive shop in the capable hands of a cousin, move to Tokyo and open a new shop right on Odaiba Beach. However, she ended up spending much of her time driving Mari around and leaving the shop to her employees. Not that she minded this arrangement. She enjoyed the excuse to spend time with Mari, and if she was being completely honest, knowing the blonde’s habits behind the wheel, it let her worry less for her friend’s safety.

Driving was also a way for Kanan to feel like she was contributing to the household. Mari was obviously the primary bread winner, so Kanan liked to do things in return.

Mari had found a huge 3LDK penthouse apartment where she invited Kanan and Dia to live with her. However, thus far, only Kanan had accepted. Dia, unfortunately, had been less responsive to either of their efforts to reconnect. But there was a room was open for her to accept at any time.

“Ah, here we are.” Kanan spotted the slot and pulled in.

“Eh? The best parking is on the second level?” Mari sounded confused.

She really didn’t read the email… “Of course, this is where the skyway entrance is.” Kanan explained.

“Skyway? Booo… I wanna see the main entrance!”

At this Kanan laughed. “Alright, just let me message Dia-chan to tell her where to meet us.”

With that said, Kanan exited the vehicle and was about to open the door for Mari, when the blonde hopped out herself instead.

“<Let’s go!>” Mari cheered in English, offering a brilliant smile and pumping a fist into the air.

Kanan pulled out her phone as she followed her energetic friend toward the stairway.

Krakanan: Mari-chan wants to see the main entrance, so we’re heading there instead

KurosawaDia: Very well. See you two in a few minutes.

KurosawaDia: Umi-san will be joining me.

Krakanan: I figured as such

Krakanan: I look forward to meeting your new business partner

Krakanan: I’ve heard good things about the Sonoda Theater Group

Not expecting a response, Kanan returned her phone to her pocket and continued her way toward the front doors of the theater. She and Mari made their way across the street, around the corner and..

“Dia-cha~n!” Mari cried, running up the handful of steps between the sidewalk and the entry and all but tackle hugging the raven-haired woman at the top.

“Salutations, Mari-san.” Dia greeted. “Thank you for coming today. I look forward to introducing you to the cast and crew.”

“Always so formal, Dia-chan.” Mari pouted. “It’s been for~ever~ since we saw each other, you should be more excited.”

Something changed in Dia’s expression. Just for a second. Had Kanan blinked, she would have missed it. And she had no idea what to make of it.

“Anyway,” Dia said after a moment “please allow me to introduce you to my partner in this endeavor, Sonoda Umi.” She pulled an arm free of Mari’s embrace to indicate the blue-haired girl beside them.

“Thank you for your generous donation, Ohara-san.” Umi said with a bow.

“Ohara-san?” Mari repeated. “<No, no, no.> You can just call me Mari. Any friend of Dia-chan is a friend of mine, Umi-chan.”

Pink dusted Umi’s cheeks undoubtedly caused by the casual referral. “V-very well, Mari-san it is.”

“Anyway, what a lovely place you two have here.” Mari finally released Dia and stepped down a few stairs to get a better view of the façade above her. “But, Sonoda Kurosawa Theater? Really?”

“We decided it best to put Umi-san’s name first.” Dia explained. “Her family is more renowned here in Tokyo than my own.”

“No, that’s not it.” Mari dismissed. “I meant, why just your names? That’s so boring!”

“How do you mean?”

“You should call it something more exciting, like The Monster Mash!”

“That is a song, and a dance type.”

“Or how about Tales from the Cryptids?”

Dia sighed. “That’s just a play on the title of an old television show.”

“But I mean that’s what this whole place is about, right? Giving our kind a place to be what they are while excusing any slipups as movie magic?”

“Theater magic, but you’re not exactly wrong.”

“I hate to interrupt,” Umi spoke up “but should we really be discussing such things out in the open like this?”

“Oh, you worry too much, Umi-chan.” Mari waved her hand at the other woman.

“No, Umi-san has a point.” Dia conceded. “Let’s head inside, shall we?” She turned and motioned for the others to follow.

“Fine.” Mari crossed her arms before moving back up the steps. “But you guys hired that Yoshiko girl, right? I think we’ve all seen how her claims are reacted to by the general public.”

Kanan couldn’t help enjoying the show as she watched her friends behave pretty much the same as they did back in high school. They really hadn’t changed much… except for whatever that crack in Dia’s demeanor had meant. She decided she could explore that issue later and smiled to herself as she followed the others into the theater.

“<SHINY!!>” Mari proclaimed, throwing the front doors wide as she entered.

“Pigi!” A voice squealed as a head of red hair ducked below a nearby counter.

Ah, of course Dia-chan would bring Ruby-chan here with her. Kanan thought to herself. I wonder if that means Hanamaru-chan is around here somewhere as well.

“You can come out, Ruby.” Dia said, her tone softening immediately as she called her younger sister and moved toward where she was hiding. “It’s just Mari-san being her usual boisterous self.”

“Mari-chan?” Ruby poked her head up. Emerald eyes sparked with recognition. “Mari-chan! Kanan-chan!” She ran to greet the two excitedly.

As Mari happened to be closer, she greeted the blonde first with a warm embrace. However, she was quick to shift to Kanan to welcome her as well.

“Good to see you again, Ruby-chan.” Kanan said as they parted. “We’ll have to catch up sometime soon.”

“Mm.” Ruby agreed with a smile. “Are you two the reason for the meeting?”

“They are.” Dia confirmed. “I want everyone to meet some of our generous patrons. I believe we have the Nishikinos slated for tomorrow?” She turned to Umi who confirmed with a nod. “Anyway, speaking of the meeting, we should head to the stage now for it.” She was about to turn and resume walking when…

“One last thing, Dia-chan.” Kanan spoke up.

“Yes, Kanan-san?”

Kanan spread her arms wide. “Hagu.”

Dia flushed a little but smiled anyway and stepped into the embrace.

“It’s… good to see you again, Kanan-san.” Dia spoke quietly, surprising Kanan. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a little cold as of late.”

Then, all too soon, as far as Kanan was concerned, Dia pulled out of the hug and resumed leading the way through the theater to the stage. Upon arrival, Umi and Dia began their introduction of the theater’s patron, Mari.

It seemed Dia’s penchant for long drawn out speeches hadn’t changed. Kanan considered. And it seemed she had found a business partner with similar tastes.

Ah, there’s Hanamaru-chan. Kanan thought as she scanned the crowd gathered on stage. Next, she picked out Chika and You, remembering their faces from back in Numazu. She made a mental note to greet them all after the meeting.

She recognized Nico and Maki from pictures included in emails sent by Dia about the lead roles for their first production. A few other faces looked familiar from other pictures, but she couldn’t readily place their names.

Still, it was amusing to observe some of the body language of those gathered. There was a young woman with red hair both longer and darker than Ruby’s. She was giving nervous side glances to a shorter girl near her. That girl had some of her blue hair tied up in a bun with a black feather sticking out. Wait, was that the Yoshiko girl Mari had mentioned a few minutes ago?

Next was an ash blonde whose attention seemed focused on Umi. Then, there was another redhead with braided twin tails who looked quite friendly standing next to slightly taller woman whose aura was as cool as the dark blue of her hair. A bespectacled brunette was looking at Nico like a fan waiting for an autograph. A darker brunette with a lovely red ribbon in her hair next to another ash blonde sporting an uneven, though cute haircut. A short pink haired girl with a blank expression stood next to a taller blonde with a brilliant smile. Then a sleepy looking brunette, a raven-haired young woman giving off a fiery aura, another with the tips of her dark twin-tails dyed green and a redhead with a stylish bun surrounded by a braid.

Quite the crew. Kanan found herself wondering what each might be.

“Food’s here, nya!” A voice cried from somewhere in the auditorium before an orange-haired blur scampered down the aisle. “Where do you wanna set up, Umi-chan?” A young woman asked, not seeming to care that Dia was still talking.

“Rin.” Umi scolded. “You’re early.”

“Better than late, right? Oh! Kayo-chin is here!” Rin scampered over to the brunette with glasses.

“R-Rin-chan...” Kayo-chin? said as Rin rubbed their cheeks together. That must be a nickname.

Kanan wondered if the nya had been indicative of her actually being a cat or just a verbal tic. Based on her running speed, Kanan suspected the former, though both wouldn’t surprise her.

“Special delivery!” Another voice rang out.

“Honoka, you’re…” Umi started.

“Ooo, what did you guys order for us?” Mari interrupted.

“We got lots of stuff!” Rin announced proudly. “But I gotta set up the tables and such for Honoka-chan to put things on.”

“Do you need help carrying anything?” The braided redhead spoke up.

“Sure! Lemme show ya, nya!” Rin sped back up the aisle.

“Emma-san…” Umi sighed as the redhead followed.

“It’s alright.” Dia said. “We’ve already lost Mari-san.” She turned back to her staff. “It seems the meeting is adjourned. Please be sure to thank Mari-san for sponsoring this meal, brought to us by Kousaka Catering.”

“I thought she didn’t know what was ordered?” Umi raised an eyebrow.

“I placed the order. Mari paid the bill.”

“I see.”

“There’s plenty of food!” Mari announced loudly. “Don’t hold back! Eat all you want! Take some home if you want. I don’t want to see anything left.”

As Kanan headed up the aisle to see what else needed to be carried in, she mused about the appetites of those she knew. If those were any indications of the others, she wondered just how much had been ordered. She figured it would probably fill an entire…

Box truck.

Sure enough, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk, emblazoned with Kousaka Catering on the side, sat a box truck. And it indeed appeared to be completely packed.

She spotted Emma carrying several catering boxes, stacked past her head.

“The breadsticks are buono!” The young woman said as she passed.

Part of Kanan wanted to break out her other arms in an attempt to carry even more boxes, but as there was no shortage of witnesses on the public street, she settled for a similarly sized stack as Emma. Perhaps some other time. No more than three steps later, and Rin was already slipping past her, carrying only half as many boxes, but speeding along at probably thrice Kanan’s pace.

Again, Kanan found herself wondering what all everyone was. She knew Mari would want to stop by the theater on a regular basis, so perhaps over the next week or so, she could find out.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#MariKanaDia #AU August #Ohara Mari #Matsuura Kanan #Kurosawa Dia #Sonoda Umi #Putting on Hairs #Love Live Sunshine #Love Live #fanfic

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medea10 · 3 years

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My Review of Love Live Nijigasaki School Idol Club

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I’M BACK IN IDOL HELL!

Another damn Love Live! Seriously? Another damn one!?

Actually, I knew this was going to happen from like almost two years ago. Back when I was an active player with the rhythm game app LLSIF, we’d get these special characters popping in every now and then, usually as SSR, SR, or N scouts. Then in 2019, they put out singles for each girl to play and I knew then and there that a new Love Live was already in the works and were going to feature these girls.

THIS STORY: First of all, the characters of this story are not becoming idols because the school is in danger of closing down. I know that was like a big thing in the original Love Live and in Sunshine, but that’s not the case this time. This school looks very well populated and well-established. So let’s just squash that trope.

Ayumu and Yuu got bit by the idol bug leaving school one day when they came across a solo performance out in the open. The girl performing is named Setsuna Yuki and she’s part of the Idol Club at Nijigasaki (the school Ayumu and Yuu attend). The next day, they learned from the student council that the club has been disbanded at the request of Setsuna. So what do Ayumu and Yuu do now? They’re going to try and revive it!

But what about the girl who started the idol club in the first place, Setsuna?! The reason for Setsuna disbanding the club was because she felt that she and the rest of the girls in the group were on a different wavelength. So she decided to disban the club, leaving the other girls, Emma, Kanata, Shizuku, and Kasumi to go their separate ways. But that wasn’t the only thing on Setsuna’s plate. Setsuna kinda lives a double life on campus. She’s Setsuna in the school idol club, but she’s also the student council president, Nana. So Ayumu, Yuu, and Setsuna end up reviving the idol club. Emma, Kasumi, Shizuku, and Kanata end up joining again. And eventually, we get other members Ai, Rina, and Karin to join in. And since there’s quite a long list of characters, let’s talk about them.

Ayumu is one of the first girls to revive the idol club. Unlike the main girls from the other series like Honoka and Chika, she’s not as crazy-energetic and idol-crazy. She’s more of the lover of cute things. She was sparked by idols when she saw Setsuna perform.

Speaking of cute things, Kasumi is the idol-loving crazy girl that loves all things cute and wants all of her performances to be cute.

Emma is the first Love Live character originally from a place that’s not Japan. This Swiss-miss came to Japan to become an idol.

Setsuna lives the double life. At school, she’s the disciplinarian student council president, Nana. But when she’s in idol form, she’s Setsuna Yuki ready to shine on stage.

Shizuku got interested in becoming an idol to help with her acting aspirations.

Rina got curious and ended up joining the idol club despite having problems showcasing her emotions. That’s why you see the computerized monitor on her face.

Ai joined alongside with Rina and with her Sporty Spice persona, she’ll get the club on their feet.

Karin is already well-established in the modeling world, but ended up getting into the idol world after hanging with Emma.

Kanata…likes to sleep. Oh, and she has a younger sister in an idol group at her school.

Then there’s Yuu! She isn’t the kind of idol member that sings and performs like the other girls, but works to support each girl in their goals.

Oh and all of these idols are SOLO ARTISTS!

BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: As usual with the Love Live franchise (and most other idol animes), these voice actors are brand-spankin’ new. These girls are usually only known for their work as actual idols and only a few of them really go on to do a full-length voice actor career. Then I get, SURPRISE! Akari Kitou is in this too! This girl was in EVERYTHING these past two years! Everything! Every-damn-thing! Now she’s a Love Live waifu! Actually, several of the seiyuus here I’ve seen in a few things here and there and that’s pretty rare since I’m not hip to all the idol groups in Japan.

Now for the dub, because we all know FUNimation! Yeah, they licensed this just like the previous Love Live series. However, they really kept this series all to themselves where not even Hulu could air it. At the moment, no dub has been announced or planned. I’m assuming it’ll happen one day. I only say this because of all the other Love Live series. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

*Ayumu is played by Aguri Oonishi

*Setsuna is played by Tomori Kusunoki (known for LLENN on SAO: Gun Gale Online)

*Kasumi is played by Mayu Sagara

*Ai is played by Natsumi Murakami

*Emma is played by Maria Sashide

*Rina is played by Chiemi Tanaka (known for Ririko on Sakura Quest)

*Kanata is played by Akari Kitou (known for Nezuko on Demon Slayer, Yashiro on Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun, Iwanaga on In/Spectre, Tsukasa on Tonikawa, Aru on Hitoribocchi, and Kaho on Blend-S)

*Shizuku is played by Kaori Maeda (known for Selka on SAO: Alicization)

*Karin is played by Miyu Kubota (known for Sister Lily on Black Clover)

*Yuu is played by Hinaki Yano

NEW BEST GIRL: As you may know, I have picked my favorite girls from the Love Live fandom. Nozomi is best girl in the original and when it comes to Sunshine, Ruby is tops!

When I saw the new girls back when the app LLSIF released all the single songs for the Nijigasaki club, I was curious about one particular girl. I had a feeling Rina was going to be a special kind of interesting. Why was she wearing a special mask on stage? Is she an introvert who hates to be seen up-close? I had to learn more about her! Turns out Rina had a lot of trouble expressing her feelings. When she’s excited, sad, irritated, or satisfied, it’s just the same expression. I love Rina. She’s my precious cinnamon roll and if anyone talks smack about her is gonna get a bop in the face.

ABOUT YUU: I know what you’re thinking, what the hell is going on with Love Live giving us 10 girls instead of 9? And I would agree! LLSIF game gave us 9 solo albums and Yuu is not among any of them. But then I recently downloaded LLSIF All Stars and discovered the interactive portion with all of the girls and how your character is the unspoken 10th member of the group. Yeah, Yuu is pretty much that character.

SHIPPING: In the original series, I was a bit of a multi-shipper that was open to any hookups if I can see it. When Sunshine came along, I was still a multi-shipper, but heavily Kanan x Mari to a point where I’m imagining their wedding. This time around…yeah, once again I found myself shipping the fuck out of third-years.

This is Karin x Emma. I support the fuck out of this. Never forget that!

And while I’m at it, let’s add Ai x Rina. Ai was literally Rina’s first friend. She will go anywhere for this girl and do anything for her.

I should probably add Ayumu x Yuu too. But then again, this is Love Live. No matter what ship we all choose, it’s all for naught as no one really confesses their feelings for each other. Right?

Hahaha…Foreshadowing!

THE SAME, BUT…: Yeah, you know how this goes. Since this is an idol anime and the third one from the same franchise, I’m gonna squawk about the similarities this series has with the first two Love Lives. Yes, we’ve got the cutesy, annoying idol with Kasumi. Yes, we have the token class president with Setsuna. Yes, the animation for all the dance scenes is wonky CGI. And yes, we have a center second year with a red-ish hue to her hair with Ayumu. But there’s just so many glaring differences compared to the other two series.

*First of all, the school is not in any danger of closing down. The original Love Live had Honoka and her friends starting a school idol club to drum up attention for their school so it wouldn’t have to shut down. Love Live Sunshine also had that with sadder outcomes for the school. This school is huge, has many different clubs and activities. This school is safe! But if they pull some shit out in season two saying it has to close down, I call bullshit.

*Nijigasaki High School Idol Club mostly has solos. One of the reasons for the falling out at the beginning between Setsuna, Kasumi, Emma, Kanata, and Shizuku was differences. Every girl has their own thing and they respect that. Even in the app, there are a lot of solo songs and only a few where two or more of the girls are singing together.

*Add to that, this group doesn’t really have a “group name”. I mean Nijigasaki School Idol Club doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue like μ's or Aqours.

*The big, scary student council president is a second year. Unlike Eli and Dia from the previous series, Setsuna (a second year student) is really the scary one with power. But much like Dia, she does have a passion for idols. It’s just that Setsuna goes above and beyond to hide that along with her true self. I bring this up because when the second season comes (AND IT WILL), I have a feeling they’ll introduce this one character that’s in the game and that’s going to be quite the game changer.

FAVORITE SONG: Chase by Setsuna.

I think all of us were blown away by that song in episode one.

ENDING: After Diver Fes and Karin’s solo performance, the girls decide to hold a training camp at their school. During the camp, Yuu was still awe-struck by everyone’s dedication to the club and the performances in the previous episode. And by the end of the camp, Yuu says there should be a school idol festival to show everyone that school idols are awesome. Much to my dismay, I doubt that this anime will follow the game route and have μ's and Aqours perform. Actually, the groups seen throughout the series are characters I would run across in one of the other Love Live apps, including Kanata’s little sister. Moving on!

Everything was going along swimmingly with this School Idol Festival. The student council (or Setsuna as her alter ego Nana) agreed to it, the students of Nijigasaki are excited for what’s to come, and other schools including Kanata’s sister Haruka’s school are willing to participate. However, the big friction that sparked came from Ayumu. As we all know, she and Yuu are close as can be. Ever since the resurrection of the School Idol Club, Yuu has been there to realize the dreams of everyone. Ayumu got jealous, especially seeing Yuu with Setsuna. So she corners her and wants Yuu all to herself and…

Whoa. Confirmed lesbianism!

Let’s just say Ayumu’s jealousy came and went as she realized she can’t stop Yuu’s dreams and that Ayumu’s gonna have plenty of devoted fans besides Yuu. So thankfully that was resolved quicker than I thought and now we can focus on the School Idol Festival. The festival was actually going really well. There were separate stages for all of the solo idols and there were sample songs from all the Nijigasaki girls heard throughout the finale, and only a few hiccups during the day. But nothing Rina couldn’t fix. So much for the rainstorm!

Oh come on guys, plenty of idols from this franchise and other shows performed in the rain and they all turned out just fi…

Oh, I forgot about Honoka.

Oof. Zombieland Saga did her wrong. Never mind what I said!

Unfortunately, the rain didn’t clear up until 7:05 (five minutes after the time allowed for this festival). But all of these idol fans waited and they wanted a show. And so, that’s what they got. Nijigasaki and all the other participating schools performed together. So the festival was a big hit. People who watched it sent a request for another festival to happen. So there’s definitely going to be another School Idol Festival in their future. But what about a season two?

Pfft. COME ON! You know there’s going to be a season two. The girls haven’t experienced heartache of the upperclassmen graduating. Shioriko hasn’t been introduced yet. Tokimeki Runners hasn’t been sung yet. An actual Love Live hasn’t happened yet. That is the whole point of this franchise, right? To have idols participate in the famous Love Live School Idol Festival? So yeah, I know no one has greenlit the Nijigasaki series or announced anything, but I know it’s gonna happen. I can smell it. Love Live will never die. Why else is there going to be a Love Live Superstar series coming out in July?

I gotta say I enjoyed this series. It’s nice to see the struggle of creative differences with the club members. I mean in the past two series, the girls would all agree to something or eventually get to a happy conclusion and sing together in perfect harmony. Cute, but not realistic! And these girls are all very different so it’s good to see a lot more solo performances. Both μ's and Aqours have members with solo songs. It’s just that if you’re an anime only person, you probably wouldn’t know that. Otherwise you would know that Riko and Maki are superior in the singing department.

Prove me otherwise!

Recommendations are always tricky in this area. Idol shows are either loved or hated by the anime community. And I unfortunately can only recommend this to idol show watchers. I’ve already stuck my neck out to recommend Zombieland Saga to everyone.

If you would like to watch Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club (fuck that’s a mouth-full), it is available for streaming only on FUNimation.

#anime review #love live #love live nijigasaki high school idol club #setsuna yuki #ayumu uehara #kanata konoe #rina tennoji #kasumi nakasu #emma verde #shizuku osaka #ai miyashita #karin asaka #yuu takasaki

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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“Yet” (14): Homecoming

A/N: Sorry this one is kind of long, but I really wanted to end by the second week, so I tried to just... end it with a full-ish chapter.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

She looked... foreign. But at the same time terribly familiar. She knew her, and yet she didn’t as she’d never even met her.

Russet strands covered in dust, dried, and with some odd, greenish glow to them (she was sure an explanation would be given in due time); a sweet burgundy that matched her own- it was like looking at her own reflection in the mirror... just that... this reflection was a horrific mess of a copy of her own face- a few years older, and deformed with an ugliness that had its own story to tell- this was what she came face to face with, on a cold sixty-sixth day of her eighteenth year of life.

She almost couldn’t bear to look at that sorry countenance.

She would have asked her mum-voice clear and to be heard by all- who this frightening stranger was. She would have.

And yet... she didn’t have the heart to inflict that kind of piercing pain on the older woman staring right back at her; shock, awe, wonder, hesitation, fear, guilt, longing. She could see them all- the various splashes of emotional color on that otherwise paling face.

A face that angered her. A face her mind resented.

Yet...

//-//-//-//-//

It was awkward. Excruciating.

Akko stood in front of a girl- no. That wasn’t quite right; not anymore.

Dull reds scanned the figure fixed on a spot just below the front steps to the mansion, face contorted with feelings she must have wanted to mask behind nonchalance and trained grace; but failing miserably to hide contempt, or disgust, or whatever it was that Akko assumed the sight of her made her feel.

Still, she was on a mission. A brand new one, assigned to her by none other than the keeper of her heart- her wife. A mission that she just could not fail. Or at least, couldn’t keep failing.

The task? Well, she was currently meeting this young lady. For the first time. She looked elegant, raised with as much love and care that a parent could muster on their own. She looked like she had a good head on her shoulders; responsible and intellectual. She had a finely groomed appearance; hair flowing down to mid-waist level, kept neat by a single violet headband; her clothes were modest and elegant, befitting of a bearer of the Cavendish name. She seemed well-mannered enough with how she held back any violent reaction towards someone Akko believed did not deserve to step foot in these premises. Her.

Despite the guilt gnawing into her entire being, Akko found it impossible not to look upon the fair maiden instead of hiding her own nightmare of an appearance. She should be looking down in shame, desperately figuring out how to start this long-due apology. However, all that left her mind as she was spellbound by the one person before her, the only one her eyes could-would see, this very moment.

This girl, this lady, this young woman...

This...

This was her daughter.

//-//-//-//-//

“...ko... Ak... Akko!”

It was tingly. It was warm. It surged through her body like magic. Magic that was not her own. This feeling so familiar- when had she experienced it before? Ah-

Diana.

“Akko? Can you hear me, love? Please. Please, respond. Just say my name again one more time. Or anything. Please. I beg of you. Please. Anything to know you are okay.” The desperation was palpable in that voice. “Professor Croix, how do I know this is working? Are you sure this is all I should be doing? What about healing? What if I-”

“No, Diana. Do not do more than I tell you to. Right now, Akko... Akko isn’t in a state that can be fixed by a normal session of healing. This is...” A much older sounding voice paused, hesitant. Akko could only wonder why. “The magic of Wagandea’s system embedded in her will keep her alive for a while, but we do need to figure out a way to extract it in the near future; before that very system withers away.”

“But-!”

‘What are they... talking about... I don’t understand.’

“Diana, please. We don’t have much time to leave this place before the concentration of magic becomes more than we can bear. Having used the rod, we are at risk to inadvertently become the rerouted storage for all this excess energy that the Tree cannot handle to contain anymore. We cannot become like what Akko has started to turn into.”

‘What does that mean? Why- what am I turning into? Diana? Diana, why are you crying?’

“How will we know if she’s okay to be transported then?”

“We will just have to do so, blind.”

‘What...?’

“And if that hurts her?!”

“Diana, you’ll just have to trust me when I say she’ll be better once we leave. Let’s go.”

“But Professor!”

‘Don’t cry... Diana. Please, don’t cry. I can’t bear to see you cry. I love you.’

Akko tried to feel her arms, tried to close her hand, or at least twitch a finger. She needed to let Diana know. She needed to call for her. She needed to respond. Diana. Diana. Diana-

“P...lease...” Her voice croaked, she sounded like she was dying. Might as well be, right now with how shitty she felt. Still. That seemed to be enough to grab her attention, Diana’s gorgeous blue eyes sparkling with more tears.

“Akko!” She felt herself embraced tight. Warm. At home.

“Dia...na... ple...s... don’... c-cry...”

“Shhh, shhh. It’s alright. You can stop talking now. Please. Stop talking. It’s okay now. You’re okay now. You’re fine now. You’re... You’re perfect. We can go home. We can go home now, Akko.” Diana rambled through her tears, tender salt-kisses pressed everywhere on Akko’s numbed face. “We can go now, professors.”

Akko barely recognized the presence of her two closest mentors. Since when had they been here? No, nevermind that. She wasn’t done with what she was saying.

“Di...a... Dian... Diana... list...n...”

“Akko? Akko! What is it? What is it, Love? I’m here. I’m listening.”

It hurt, her throat. It felt weird. She cleared it. She needed Diana to understand her well, and exact.

“Diana...”

“Yes? Yes, Akko.”

“I love you.”

Oh no. No. This wasn’t what she had intended. She was trying to make Diana stop crying. Not sob all the more. Before she could voice any concern however, she was hoisted into strong arms, loaded on a broom. She saw Diana wipe those tears from her eyes, and as if reading Akko’s hazy mind, replied,

“Don’t worry. I’m simply overjoyed Akko. I love you as well. More than life itself. I love you.”

She must be looking like the picture of stupidity right now, but at least she still remembered how to smile. Diana appeared to have remembered too.

Speaking of remembering... wasn’t there something else? Something Akko needed to do? She wracked her muddled brain for- ah.

“...I ...w-want t’ see... her.” She slurred against Diana’s chest, eyes feeling heavier by the minute. “Diana... wan... see her... please.”

She only felt a nod on her head, and a wetness drop on her cheek. Diana knew what it was she was trying to convey. She felt their ride move faster. Faster and faster. Her wish was to be granted.

“I want to see Kotone.”

//-//-//-//-//

It was a weird thing to wake up three days into the travel home. The magical carriage they boarded steady rolling along the dirt road.

As soon as she’d opened her eyes, Diana was all over her, smacking her arm lightly, wailing into her shoulder.

Once she’d calmed down, Akko was able to take in many more things with a less-foggy mind. Her two teammates were seated at one end of the carriage, Lotte looking as though she’d replace Diana next with the breathtaking hugs. Sucy had never had as much emotion show on her face until this moment.

Then Croix stole her attention with a comment on how surprised she was at Akko’s state. She was asked questions. How did she feel? Was there still pain? Did she feel drained, or odd, or anything. And if Akko thought about it, she felt better than she had ever in so long. Why was that? Croix hadn’t answered her then, but she was promised an extensive conversation after more urgent matters were settled.

What could be more urgent than information about what exactly was going on right now?

When the carriage came to a stop, and Akko peeked out the glass window, she finally knew. Or she tried to know. Her mind was at a screeching halt once more at what she saw.

And so Diana laid it all out for her. Her mission.

//-//-//-//-//

“...”

“I-” “You-”

“Oh” “Go ahead-”

“Ah, no you go first.”

“Oh, no, I insist that you-”

“B-but I really think that you have something to-”

“I... maybe, but... I... who... um... introductions... my Mum told me introductions are important and... you go first.”

“I...” She could feel her hands trembling. Anticipation? Anxiety? She didn’t know. She was simply overwhelmed by this... this... this. How does one ‘break the ice’, again? Eyes darted back and forth, head whipping this way and that, looking for some kind of aide, a distraction, a bridge for communication. Something. Anything! ‘Please, Kami-sama. Send me something. Someone... anyone-’

The sound of a clanky bell, and a rolling cart.

There! That! That could work! Wait! Stop! She needed-

She spun quickly on her heel towards the main gate they’d just passed through, leaving everyone dumbfounded as she rounded the wall, disappearing from their view momentarily. It made quite a few of them nervous, fearing she’d never return after they just got her back.

Those worries were laid to rest, as barely a minute later and their long-lost brunette marched up to them, some containers in hand. Diana realized what just occurred. It was fairly early in the morning, time for the farmers to pass...

“I-!” Akko yelled accidentally, nerves catching up to her, messing up her motions as she nearly punched a white-filled glass bottle into her very own child’s face. “I... I heard growing children need milk?!”

“...”

Diana was concerned. “Ak-”

But then a bundle of teary, incoherent words suddenly lunged into Akko’s arms, staining her torso with held back sorrow and need. Sure, she could not comprehend a word yet, but she completely understood everything Kotone wanted to convey.

And Akko missed her too. With all of her believing heart.

"You're such an idiot." Kotone sobbed, fists hitting her back a few times. "...I'm all grown up."

It hurt. It hurt so much. She knew it, but hearing that truth killed her. To know she's missed that much of her daughter's life.

She felt the girl’s head press against her chest, arms around her waist pulling her ever closer, tighter. She could cry at the realization of what the girl was doing... She was listening to Akko’s heartbeat.

“So this is the sound of Mama’s heart...”

...

And Akko cried.

“Kotone. You are the sound of my heart.”

//-//-//-//-//

“ARE YOU SURE THIS IS SAFE, MAMA?!”

“PERFECTLY!”

“AKKO! STOP LYING! I REMEMBER YOU BREAKING YOUR ARM THE LAST TIME WE-”

“And off we go!”

“NOOOOOOO!”

“M-mum! Mum, I can’t- I can’t breathe!”

“Don’t be such a spoil sport, Diana; flying surfboard are always so cool!” Akko cheered, directing their vessel through the air, towards the beach.

“NOT WHEN THE THREE OF US CROWD YOUR TINY-” A pair of lips silenced her own, Akko’s grinning face coming into focus.

“Relax. Don’t be so tense, dear. We’re finally having our long-awaited family bonding time!!! At the beach, no less! You work so hard, it was a struggle to organize this day off, y’know?” Akko pouted, but it immediately vanished at the sight of her daughter nodding enthusiastically in front of Diana. “See? Kotone agrees!” They shared a high-five that Diana could only sigh to.

“Yay!”

“Not ‘yay!’” Diana chided. Wait a second. “WHO’S DRIVING?!”

“Calm down, Diana! Akko laughed aloud, breeze running through her hair as she manned the wooden board with her body. “What could go wro-”

There was a tree.

“...”

“You were saying?” Akko only groaned in defeat, face up against the bark.

“Aw, man. Board broke, mama. How do we get to the beach now?” Kotone frowned. None of them seemed to have the common sense to just magic it back into perfection, at the moment. They’d probably realize sooner or later.

“Well, there’s no rush anyway. We can always walk!”

“But it’ll take so long! The time...”

Akko pet her daughter’s head affectionately, gathering their fallen things, as well as her fallen wife on the ground, muttering curses and possibly planning spells to teach Akko important lessons about safety later on. Well...

Turning to Kotone, instead, she smiled, addressing the girl’s concerns.

“Worry not, love. Time is nothing. We have so much day left, and it’s definitely not over yet!”

Just like their story, together now.

It wasn’t over yet.

It’s only just begun.

A/N: I’M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO DO THE MILK OKAY?! THE TAGS NEED TO BE PROPERLY USED.

Awkward ending. I have writer’s block. Sorry. This short fic ended with full-length chapters. I’m sorry. It was hard to just... end it. So... sorry.

Anyway, welp. That’s it for the main run of “Yet”. Thank you to everyone who stuck around with the daily updates. There will be a few chapters of afterstory to address the blank spaces between plot such as what exactly happened before they got Akko home; what happens to the world of magic now that wagandea, a system akin to bodily homeostasis is gone; what happens to Akko herself after turning into this half-human, half-tree spirit entity; the magic community and the way the Old Nine are seen. But for now, I’d like a break from this to return to my multichapters that I’ve left behind. This was just supposed to be my in-between writing whenever I got stuck with my diakko day piece, but look where it’s brought us all. Hahaha. Frustration and all that. I truly enjoyed this, and I hope you all did too!

I can also begin to reply to the amazing amount of comments you all left behind! I’m extremely honoured and happy to receive so many feedback!

Til next time!!

~Shintori Khazumi

#lwa #Little Witch Academia #diakko #dianakko #yet #Kotone Kagari-Cavendish #miniseries #fanfic

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bxoken-heartss · 4 years

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@tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo asked: Could you do the 8 and 17 fluff with Joel? tht would be cute (ik u hate him lol u could do zabdi if u want)

Lmao I don't hate him Bby..he can just be a bit dramatic sometimes...that's all 🙆‍♀️

Prompts: (I did a bit of alterations in it so excuse me)

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.” (Prompt 8)

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.” (Prompt 17)

So Y/N is your name

~ ~ ~ means change of scenario.

✓ ✓ ✓ means the end.

So...ahem...this went a bit more than I intended it to go...I swore I would just write drabbles but I guess old habits die hard? So this is it? I hope you like it Dia! 💕😅 (oh new nickname alert)

This song is beautiful and sorta inspired me! 💕

- - -

Y/N and Joel were friends ever since they were little kids...They had met when Joel had gotten lost wandering around in a series of pet shops staring at pets (especially various dog breeds and puppies). When his senses had hit him..he understood he had gotten lost..he began to feel nervous and uneasy and let out childish sobs as he began to run around looking for his mother.

He barely paid attention to anything around him as he only focused in searching for his mother that which eventually ends up with him bumping onto someone.

"Ouch! Why can't you watch where the hell they are going?!" A voice speaks

Joel falls down as he looks at the person speaking...a little girl who held a husky in her arms on the floor angrily glaring at him

"I'm so sorry...I didn't..." He begins as he stares at the husky...

"It's fine...Just watch where you're going at least the- -" She begins

"Is that the Siberian Husky?" Joel asks interrupting her as he stands up

"I'm kind of offended that you interrupted me...But yes...yes it is.." She replies as she possessively holds her husky

"Can...Can I pet it?" He asks as he looks at the husky eagerly

"Well sure I guess..." She says as Joel begins petting the husky.

A few minutes later, the duo had already begun talking about...dogs things in general..

"Y/N! There you are!!" I was looking all over for you!" A voice speaks, tone concerned

"Oh..Mumma..I was just on my way back but then this boy bumped into me and apparently loves Zachary a bit too much.." She says as she points at Joel

And that's when our oblivious little Joel realizes that he was lost and was supposedly supposed to find his mother..not stand here fanboying over a husky.

His eyes widen as he looks around, searching for his mother a.k.a his official/ main intention...Panic strikes his system as he realizes he was obviously potentially lost..

"Are you okay Joel?" Y/N asks

"I'm LOST!" Joel replies as he looks at her letting out childish sobs

"Oh god...Mumma...Help him!" Y/N says

"Listen lil boy...we'll find your mother...do you like know her number or anything.." Y/N mother asks

"Yes..." He replies as he tells her the number letting out soft sobs

The husky jumps onto Joel's arms as it began licking his face. Joel stopped crying slowly as he began smiling a bit.

"Oh my god...He is just so adorable..." Joel says as he pets the husky

"Yeah...he seemingly likes you..strange..he's not pretty comfortable with strangers.." Y/N comments

Soon Joel's mother comes in, her eyes scanning around, her eyes instantly gleaming with happiness as she finds Joel.

"Joel!!!" She says as she runs over and hugs him, Zachary jumping out of Joel's arms onto the ground.

"Mumma!!" Joel yells as he hugs her, sobbing quietly

Y/N stepped away a bit letting them have their moment.

"Thank you for finding him! He's always roaming around..pet stores...or just everywhere in general...I'm so sorry for his careless actions...and all the inconveniences he has caused you..." Joel's mother apologizes

"Oh not at all...He wasn't a bother at all.." Y/N's mother reassures

"Joel...at least next time don't go around without telling your mum! If you want a pet come over to my place...We can play with Zachary together..." Y/N says as she smiles at him, holding her mother's hand

"Okay..I will." Joel says smiling at her as he pets Zachary one last time...

"Bye Joel! See you...well...soon?" She says as she walks off..

That was how it all began...After that, one day he had turned up at her place surprisingly...They were next door neighbours...And eventually they spent a lot of time together..which lead to their everlasting friendship which began at the age of 6..

~ ~ ~

"Joel...when am I going to see you again?" Y/N asks as she lazily sat on his bed whilst she helped him with her luggage.

"Around 9 months...I'll be back soon.." Joel says as he puts in another shirt

"Oh come on...that's technically the entire year!" Y/N comments as she rolls her eyes

"I swear I would have taken you if it wasn't for your Fashion Designing Course..If that had been completed..then you could have joined.." Joel says as he stuffs in something else

"Yeah yeah..it's important right...I'm going to miss you Jo..." She says as she looks at him

"Me too..I wish there was something I could do.." Joel says as he walks over towards her.

"Just promise that you'll facetime me before all your performances..and just text me once at least every day...send me those lame audios of yours...I don't care.." Y/N says as she holds his hand...

He was still here...not gone..why did he have to leave?

"Hey...I'll text you and call you everyday.. You're my best friend...If I wouldn't call you.. who else would I?" He asks as he holds her hand and hugs her

~ ~ ~

"Wow! That was a spectacular show right boys?" Joel asks obviously excited as he walked behind the stage...

"Yes..exhausted but overwhelming..." Richard replies as they walk into the room backstage

Zabdiel immediately falls onto the couch, Erick cools off, Chris begins to fix his hair

"God..Why hasn't Y/N even seen my message! She didn't even facetime me today or even call me! Isn't that just mean?!?" Joel comments as he slumps onto the couch

"Yes...call her mean and every other negative word you could think of Ho-eL! She brought her arse from miles away, sat on a 13 hour flight just so she could surprise her best friend and yet you call her that?" A voice speaks from behind him

"Wait...a minute..." Joel trails as he instantly turns behind and sees Y/N

"Y/N- - !!!!" His tone surprised and shocked as he leaps off the couch and hugs her, a few years falling through his cheeks in the rush of excitement.

"Curls!!" She yells as she hugs him.

They hug on forever none of them every wanting to let go...Until an intentional cough from the guys pulls them away

"Ah...err...Guys! Meet my bestie Y/N!" Joel says as he grabs her hand heading towards the boys

"We talked Curls...I talked to everyone and they all helped me hide...You guys were amazing...The performance was just fantastic!" She comments as the boys yell out a chorus of thanks

"Okay so everyone except me knew that you were here?" Joel asks

"Duh curls...I couldn't sneak into backstage without their help..." Y/N says referring to the boys.

Joel grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty room and pulls her into a hug again

"I'm so glad to have you here...Thank you for the support.." Joel says

"Wow wow...I never knew I'd see a sweet side of you Joel..." Y/N remarks

"Shut up and just hug me..." Joel says rolling his eyes

She returns the gesture as they kept hugging, an odd source of comfort filling both their veins.

~ ~ ~

"Joel...this is beautiful..." Y/N comments as she looks around the woods.

It was a small forest sort of place filled with thick green trees and a small river which gleamed with reflections of the littered stars that laid scattered in the skies.

"I know right..." Joel says as he looks at the river and at her..

They spent a lot of time making jokes and just talking about life...he had just returned from tour a few days before and thought he ought to spend some quality time with his best....friend...

He almost sighed at his own thoughts..he had begun to have feelings for her...but he didn't want to let them interplay..he didn't want to lose her...he needed her as a friend at least in his life..his feelings didn't have any part in this...but he couldn't help but wonder everytime she smiled..was she thinking about him? Did she think of him..as something more than a friend?

"Joel..Joel...HOEL!" Y/N yells.

Joel's eyes widen in shock as he falls off the log he sat on because of how loud she yelled and how distracted he was..

"Oh god...you are so clumsy sometimes Curls! Wait..actually all the damn time!" She says as she holds out her hand, Joel gratefully accepting her extended hand as she pulls him up.

"Look at that Y/N..My hand was made to fit into yours..” Joel comments as he sits up

Y/N face floods with a tint of pink as she nervously laughs it off..but never lets go off his hand..

"Of course you dummy...We are besties so god made sure it would work that way.." She replies uneasily

"Y/N I want to tell you something.." He says interrupting her from speaking further

An awkward moment of painful silence fills the air...

"What is it Joel?" She asks nervously

"It's.. it's..." Joel begins but his anxiety kicks in.

"If you don't tell her now...you'll never tell her or know if she felt the same.. you'll probably live in regret but you have to! " His inner voice encourages as he takes a deep breath

"I...I like you..." He breathes out

"I like you too Joel! You are my best fr- -" Y/N begins

"No Y/N...I like you more than a best friend.. you make me feel warm and mushy on the inside..I don't feel anything else around anyone else...You make me feel safe, happy. You understand me...We fight..but that's only because you care..but I like you in a different manner...You make me want to the cringy -est stuffs like taking couple pictures, share smoothies together, go on dates...and make me wanna dance with you in between an army of fireflies under the moonlight and what nots.. and to think that you make these cliché activities look normal...that's weird and definitely not something I feel one fine day.. I knew I always had these feelings..But I realized them...only recently...I understand if you don't feel the same..but just so you know I'll keep loving you..on and on..." He finishes off

"Who said I never had feelings for you Joel?" She asks "Every night... I'm just waiting and wondering if you have found someone that'll make you feel like that..Because why not? There are millions out there..prettier, hotter and just beautiful girls out there waiting for you so why would you choose me over them? Yeah... nothing.."

"Y/N I don't care...for you were..are the only girl I've had my eyes on...from the start.. today and forever..." Joel says as he holds both her palms. (I'm low-key swooning 🤧)

Before she could answer, Joel extends his free hand and pulls her up.

They walk over towards a place where the moonlight reflected brightly and the clear water flowing gently, causing small ripples as if it was singing a song.

"Well...can I have a dance with you?" Joel asks as he extends his hand out in a sorta gentleman style

Y/N nods softly as she takes his hand, his hand instantly softly interlocking with hers as she rests her free hand on his shoulder, his free hand holding a space above her waist securely..

As they began to softly dance in sync, an army of fireflies had encapsulated around them causing her to smile wide.

"Look Joel...True to your 'cliché' wishes..the fireflies are here..." Y/N jokes about it as Joel's face floods with a bright pink colour.

They enjoyed the overall aura, the silence suddenly turning comfortable...as they merely enjoyed each others' presence without any words being exchanged.

"So..Y/N..." Joel begins

"Hmm?" She asks as they continue dancing

"Will..will you be my girlfriend?" He asks nervously

Y/N stops dancing as she tries to catch Joel's gaze..but the boy would look at anyone or anything but her..

Y/N stood on her toes as she holds his face with both hands as she stares at his beautiful dark brown orbs, her eyes filled with nothing but love..that too only for him.

Joel looks at her nervously and before he could speak anything, she softly presses her lips against his. He instinctively bends down a bit to reach upto her height as his hands wrap around an area a bit above her waist.

She pulls away, Joel's arms still firmly fixated above her waist as he looks at her

"Did that answer your question Pimentel?" She asks, her tone filled with sassiness

"For real Y/N?" He asks in disbelief

"Yes Joel..For real...I promise you...I'll be there for you..." Y/N says as Joel smiles

"I love you Y/N.." He says

"I love you only..Joel Pimentel.." Y/N says as Joel pulls her in for another kiss.

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The Ending kinda sucked tbh...but anyways hehehe... I'll try to improve! 😅🙃

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Dark Side of the Moon: Part Three

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,314

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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When you first arrived at the shack, sunlight shone through the open doors and windows, but as soon as you left, it was nighttime. You three were on top of a hill, and Sam’s shack was nowhere to be found. You didn't know whose memory or vision this was until the same little girl, now a little older, came running up to you with a wide smile.

“Who the hell is this?” Dean asked when she gave you a tight hug.

There was nothing you could say, but you gave one look at Sam and he immediately knew. The little girl let go of you only to hug Dean, and he turned stiff since he didn’t know what to do. Once the little girl let go, she began running down the hill excitedly.

“Come play with me!” she yelled, her voice fading until she was gone completely.

Yep, this was definitely Amara’s way to make you feel guilty… and it was working.

“Why did she look like me?” Dean asked.

God, please. There was no easy way to tell Dean this, and it certainly wasn’t the time to get into it now. As if he was listening to you, the scene suddenly changed to a road, and Dean’s focus was on that now instead of the little girl. You silently thanked whoever was listening for the distraction. You were going to tell him eventually, and if the guilt continued, it would certainly be soon.

“What memory is this?” Dean asked.

“No idea,” Sam cleared his throat, obviously lying about it. “Alright, come on. Dean… Road. God. Remember?”

“Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This,” he looks at Sam accusingly, “is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn’t it? This is your idea of Heaven? Wow.” He laughs painfully. “This was one of the worst nights of my life.”

“I can’t control this stuff,” Sam groaned.

“Seriously? I mean this is a happy memory for you?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t the only one you got away from,” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I just--”

“I know. You didn’t think of it like that.”

“Dean! Come on, can we not fight?” you asked, tired of all the secrets and lies.

That’s rich coming from a woman who’s keeping the biggest one of all.

“C’mon! Your Heaven is somebody else’s Thanksgiving! Okay. It’s bailing on your family. What do you want me to say?” Dean yelled at his brother.

That stung deep since you knew he would be more pissed at you than anything else. Would you two even be okay if you told him? Should you tell him?

“Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB & J. I just don’t look at family the way you do.”

“Yeah, but I’m your family. We’re your family!” Dean motioned to you and him.

“I know...”

“I mean, we’re supposed to be a team. It’s supposed to be you, me, and Y/N against the world, right?”

“Dean, it is!”

“Is it?” he asked after a pause.

“Seriously, shut the fuck up! Both of you! I am sick and tired of this fighting! God damn!” you yelled, fisting your fingers through your hair.

“Don’t think you’re little miss perfect!” Sam pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“What does that mean?” Dean asked, looking between you and his brother. “Is there something I don’t know?”

“No, there isn’t,” you gritted your teeth.

Suddenly search lights appeared in the sky, and you knew it was Zachariah looking for you once more.

“Go! Go!” Dean yelled, and you three immediately took off toward the trees at the side of the road.

You followed the brothers into the darkened woods, eventually jumping over a log and hiding inside of it. That took a lot out of you, but you tried to get your breathing in control.

“Wow. Running from angels. On foot. In heaven,” Zachariah spoke as he followed you calmly into the forest. “With out-of-the-box thinking like that, I’m surprised you three haven’t stopped the Apocalypse already.”

“Guys. What’s the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that’s all,” Zachariah said, snapping his fingers so that it’s suddenly daytime.

The sun was bright, and you shielded your eyes before they got used to the light. Taking a deep breath, you turned and peeked over the log. Zachariah is standing a few yards away with his back turned to you. You were dead so you didn’t have your powers to help you this time.

“I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You’re on my turf now, boys and girl. And by the time I through with you, you’re going to be begging to say yes,” he laughed.

“Go!” you whispered, and the brothers didn’t hesitate to argue with you.

You three took off running in the opposite direction, and Zachariah turned with a smile since he finally knew where you three were. There were a lot of trees, and you tried to zig zag your way through them when you came to a screeching halt. Zachariah was right in front of you, and his smile said that he was pissed and done with your shit.

“Guys, c’mon. You can run but you can’t run,” he laughed.

“Go!” you yelled and turned the other way.

Zachariah loved the game you four were playing since he let you run from him only to capture you. It was a sick game of capture the flag only you three were the flag. This time, however, you came to a halt when confronted by a slim figure in a colorful mask and a gold cape.

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

The figure put one finger to his mouth to indicate that you should be silent.

“Shh. Hurry! This way!” he encouraged you to follow him.

He lead you to a small wooden shack in the middle of the woods. When he approached the door, he scribbled some symbols on the rusted door then opened it and ran inside. There was nothing left to do but follow since he looked to be a lot better than Zachariah.

“Wait, who are you?” Sam asked when everyone was safe inside and the door was shut.

The room is much bigger than it should be since the shack you saw was tiny. Even though the inside is dim, the tables and chairs are visible in the light from the windows. The figure pulls off his mask and his cape.

“Buenos dias, bitches,” the man smirked.

“Ash?” you asked with a smile.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him. Ash clapped his hands twice, and the lights come on.

“Welcome to my blue heaven,” he chuckled.

Now you know why this place looked so familiar. It was Ellen’s Roadhouse. The memories in this place brings a smile to your face, but then you remembered Ellen and Jo were dead and you grew more sad.

“Good God, the Roadhouse. It even smells the same,” Dean laughed as soft music played in the background.

“Bud, blood and beer nuts. It’s the best smell in the world. How 'bout a cold one? Up here? No hangover,” he chuckled, snapping his fingers which made the drinks appear.

You grabbed a seat in the middle of the brothers and grabbed the beer to chug.

“So… no offense,” Sam cleared his throat, not knowing how to say this.

“How did a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this? I’ve been saved, man. I was my congregation’s number one snake handler.”

“And you said this was your heaven?”

“Yup! My own personal heaven!” he shotguns his beer and burps to let everyone know that he finished.

“And when the angels jumped us? We were…?”

“In your heaven,” Ash finished for Sm.

“So there are two heavens?” you asked, clearly not doing too good.

He saw how tired you looked, but he decided not to comment on that right now.

“No, more like a hundred billion. So, no worries, it’ll take those angels boys a minute to catch up.”

“What?” Dean asked, completely confused.

“See, you gotta stop thinking of heaven as one place. It’s more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism.”

“Disneyland?” Sam questioned.

“Mm-hmm. Yeah. See you got Winchesterland,” he motions to indicate the bar, “Ashland,” he motions all around outside the bar, “A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together: Heaven. Right? At the center of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden.”

“So everybody gets a little slice of paradise,” you put the pieces together.

“Pretty much. A few people share—special cases,” Ash shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘special’?” Dean wondered.

“Aw, you know. Like, uh, soulmates. Anyway. Most people can’t leave their own private Idaho’s.”

“But you ain’t most people.”

“Nope. They ain’t got my skills. Hell, I’ve been all over. Johnny Cash. André the Giant. Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian. Hell, the other day? I found Mallanāga Vātsyāyana,” he laughed.

“Who?”

“He wrote the Kama Sutra. Huh, that boy’s heaven? Ah, sweaty. Confusing.”

“All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table,” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah. Now that I’m dead, I’m living, man, a whole lot more.”

“How did you find us?” you asked, taking the second beer he offered you.

“I rigged up my very own holy-rolling police scanner,” he pulls out a laptop from underneath the bar. He hits the power button, and it showed a mess of sound graphs and making this horrible annoying piercing sound once it started up. “That’s angels. Blabbing Enochian, okay? I’m fluent. I heard that you were up. Of course, I had to come find you. Again.”

“Again?” you asked, surprised.

Ash turned off the computer and place it back underneath the counter.

“This ain’t the first time here. I mean, you three die more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Really?” Dean asked, even more surprised.

“Ah, yeah… you don’t remember. God! Angels. Must’ve Windexed your brain,” he chuckled.

“Have you found anyone else we might know? Ellen and Jo?” you asked with a hopeful tone.

“Ellen and Jo are dead?” he asked, clearly taken aback.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. A few months now. Sorry,” Sam whispered guiltily.

“Um, hmm. Uh, they went down fighting?” Ash spoke once he composed himself.

“Yeah. Until the end.”

“Yeah, a lot of good it did. How ‘bout our folks?” Dean asked bitterly.

“I’ve been looking all over for John Winchester, Mary too, but so far: nada. I’m sorry. But hey! There is somebody that wants to jaw with you. Hold up,” he grinned, leaving the bar to go into the back room that used to be his.

There are symbols on the door much like the ones he drew on the outside of the shack door. A moment later, he returns with none other than Pamela Barnes, and as much as you’re happy to see her, you couldn’t even muster up a smile.

“Pamela!” Sam grinned.

“Nice to see you boys again,” she grinned, winking at each brother to show that she had her eyes back.

She turned to you but frowned since she could tell you did something terrible. If only you could tell her without judgment.

While in waiting, Ash and Sam were trying to find out a way to the Garden--one that won’t get you killed or captured in the process. Dean and Pamela sat together to discuss whatever it is they wanted to talk about, but you were sitting alone since this guilt was eating you alive. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you might actually die in Heaven. Then where would you go?

Dean looks so normal talking to Pamela, and you wondered what he would look like if he knew the secret you’ve been harboring for weeks now. Would he be okay with it? Would he just suggest to try again? Would he be pissed? Would he hate you? Would you two even be okay? The longer this goes on, the worse it’s going to be. It’s going to be even worse if he finds out from someone other than you.

Pamela whispered something to Dean before she got up and made her way over to you. She sat down across from you in the booth you were in, and you managed to give her a weak smile.

“I know what you did.”

“Yeah everyone does except for Dean,” you sighed, not bothering to try and hide it.

“You need to tell him.”

“How can I? He yelled at his own brother for bailing on family. What’s going to happen when he finds out I killed his child?”

“There is nothing worse than keeping something from someone that deserves to know the truth. I said it before and I’ll say it again, I see a bright light within you. You’re a good witch, Y/N. You two will work it out.”

“I don’t think so. I think this is going to break us,” you whispered. “The guilt is eating me alive. I was fine with it at first because I didn’t want kids, but it’s different now. Dean deserves a family, and I know we could have worked it out with the Apocalypse and stuff. Pamela, he’s going to hate me. I know it because I hate me.”

“You two were meant for each other. I saw it when I was alive, and I see it now. I promise you that you’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” you whispered with a shrug.

“Hey! Found a shortcut to the Garden,” Sam announced.

Ash gave you, Dean, and Pamela a thumbs up, and the older woman was the only one to return it.

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akemiozawa · 4 years

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Wow your writing is so great. Loved your vam vil x reader one btw . Would you write a piece for vam malleus x reader , too?●-●

Thanks so much anon! I’ve been considering doing one for Malleus, so why the hell not?

This time, it’s centered around Jekyll & Hyde the Musical. Thankfully there’s a whole song list on here, and I’ve got just another perfect song for this scenario!

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Dangerous Game (Vampire! Malleus x F! Reader)

In this scene, Malleus confronts (Y/N) in what secrets she is keeping from him. And what better way than through a sensual game of cat and mouse?

Lyrics key:

Malleus

You

Together

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Your whole body was like ice. You could only look at the floor while keeping Malleus in you peripheral sight. Ever since you had fallen through that accursed mirror, came into everyone’s lives and becoming a part of (Dorm), you had a normal life. You made good friends with the students, some more better bonds than others, but no matter where you walked, every one of them warned you of the same thing over and over:

Stay away from Malleus.

At first, you didn’t know why, as you had remained on good terms with the Dia Four for a good time. Heck, like Sebek, only more subtle,you had looked up to the Diasomnia lead: his commanding presence, his abilities, even how he didn’t need to command others to respect him.

On the other hand, Malleus didn’t pay much attention to you; he didn’t see what was special about you. But with time, he felt drawn to it. Drawn to you. At first, it was a delusion of sorts, but slowly and surely, that delusion became real, deny as he might. He started to admire you from a distance: your attentive need to complete any task given, how you could silently give advice to others who had their own problems to deal with, and what stuck out more: how you seemingly treated him not as your superior, but as a normal being.

That surprised him. Normally, the student body would always hold his name with the utmost respect (or fear if you will). But you...you never saw it as that. You treated him as if you had been companions for a brief time.

But as time went on, you kept feeling your heart beat wildly whenever you saw him. You tried to deny it, but it was true: you had fallen for the fae prince. It scared you. You didn’t want these feelings to get in the way of your bond with Malleus. Eventually, you didn’t want to be noticed by him. Your best bet was to heed Idia’s advice and go unnoticed as long as you were here. Eventually, you were too scared to talk to Mal. Whenever he entered a room, you immediately left. If he was nearing a place you were at, you’d slip away into the shadows. And all that time, you hid and avoided your feelings for him.

As if that weren’t enough, you had a feeling in your stomach that Mal was hiding a secret of his own. And naturally, your curiosity got the better of you. And one day, you had ran into a dark hall, only to find him, holding a student by the wall, eyes glowing brightly. Soon, he opened his mouth, his teeth caught by the faint hall light, and dug them deep into their neck as an ear-splitting scream left the student. The sound of blood being drunk made you recoil backwards, shock encasing your mind.

Malleus was a vampire! If that also didn’t make you avoid him more, as well as make you more scared of him, then you’d be lying to yourself.

Now He was here, in your room. Standing just a few feet ahead of where you stood with your form near the wall. His emerald eyes pierced the darkness like acidic pools of anger. But he was anything but that. He was....

Determined.

After you put yourself out of his life, he grew worried. Very soon, he was obsessed with finding out the truth: what kind of secret you withheld from him. You would talk to the others, but not him? The audacity! What he had received from Lilia in the end was an answer he wasn’t expecting.

You were in love with him. But through fear, you turned your back on him in order to avoid falling for him more than you had already. And the fact that you saw him drain a student of their blood made you all the more frightened.

Now you may be thinking: Please! As if the great renowned Malleus Draconia, prince of the dark fae, pure blood vampire, and supreme house leader of Diasomnia, founded in the name of the great Witch of Thorns herself, could ever fall for a human in return! He had heard the story over and over again: how the great witch had fallen for a mortal man only to be stabbed in the back by getting her wings cut off. He could never!

....Or could he....?

The answer: YES.

Now, he had cornered you. And on the night of a full moon, no less, since his vampiric side was growing stronger. He will get the truth out of you and make you his no matter the circumstances. He needed wanted to hear it from you. And not his cohorts. Or else he’d go bat shit berserk.

“Malleus...I...I don’t understand!” Your voice was filled with confusion.

There it was again. That innocent spark in your eyes, those beautiful (e/c) eyes that drove him closer to snapping. But not at you, no. He could never hurt you. Truth be told, He had grown fond over you. Your slight naivety made him want to defend you from any dark force that may swallow you whole. Not if he could first.

“You know exactly what I mean, (y/n).” He spoke in a voice that made your bones shake.

“B-But I don’t!” your eyes darted around, scared that he knew your secret.

“I can tell when you are lying to me.” He walked forward, his steps never faltered as he neared your quivering form.

He walks over to stand right in front of you. Your heart starts to race as you watch him. As he slams both his hand on either side of you, making you squeal in fright.

“What are you gonna do to me...?” You shiver, feeling his gaze on you.

“There’s no knowing. But god, if there is one, help you if you won’t give me the answer I deserve.” He said. Something in that sentence obviously said that you’d either spill your guts or it could get worse from there. And just him being there without warning is scary enough!

His hand moves and touches your hair. You squeak and close your eyes, feeling his hand trail down to your cheek. “Are you afraid of me?” You didn’t want to answer but through some unknown force, you nodded your head lightly. “Is it because you found out who I really was?” Another nod. “You’re scared that I will hurt you?” Another nod. “And that you harbor a deep love for me that you don’t want me to know of?”

Oh shit. Out of all the questions he could’ve asked, that was the one you hoped he wouldn’t. You didn’t know what to do except open your eyes, staring down at the floor.

“And...if that were true...would the feeling ever be mutual...?” your voice was no more than a whisper, shaking like your legs.

You feel his hand leave you for a minute, only for his hand to tilt your head up. As soon as his fiery eyes met timid (e/c), a shiver ricocheted down your back as he kept his gaze on you.

“Then you’d want me to reciprocate the feeling, do you?”

Your eyebrows creased in worry, but before you could say anything, he spun you around ever so gracefully. Your back was against his chest. He gently traced your collarbone, your shoulders, with his fingers and as his lips neared your neck. You halted at the passionate touch. It felt...weird. It also didn’t help the fact that you wore your favorite tight curve-hugging dress, exposing your skin.

(Play either, first vid is a cover, the second is from the musical. I personally like the first, but whichever you like)

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“I feel your fingers...Cold on my shoulder. Your chilling touch, As it runs down my spine...” you sing ever so softly, in hopes of not catching his attention to your shaking voice. But you weren’t in control of your voice. It was as if...

As if he put you under his spell.

“Watching your eyes....As they invade my soul! Forbidden pleasures...I'm afraid to make mine.” You continued, this time you felt Malleus smile lightly against your cold, bare flesh. You breathe in a deep sigh,

“At the touch of your hand, At the sound of your voice, At the moment your eyes meet mine: I am out of my mind, I am out of control, Full of feelings I can't define!” One hand enclosed around yours, as his lips edged along your neckside, goosebumps rising from the sensation.

“It's a sin with no name, Like a hand in a flame. And our senses proclaim, It's a dangerous game!” His face aligns near yours, his voice, a sensual baritone, matches your soprano-esque tone.

“A darker dream...That has no ending. That's so unreal, You believe that it's true!” You open your eyes and turn your head to see him pull your hand towards him. The palm of your hand opens as it caressed his face. His pale skin was cold as winter’s breath, prickling your hand with a cooling feel. You two make eye contact, the state of longing was faint.

“A dance of death, Out of a mystery tale. The frightened princess Doesn't know what to do!” With your head turned, Malleus used his other hand and gently reached around your head, untying the long black ribbon keeping half your hair out of your face. It fell out of its hold, flying gently down into his gloved hand. Suddenly, with no warning, you were face to face with the dark prince. Taking the ribbon he untied, he wrapped it around your wrists like rope.

“Will the ghosts go away (No)? Will she will them to stay (No)? Either way, there's no way to win!” He was gentle not to mark your skin. Not yet at least. He would enjoy the light teases.

“All I know is I'm lost (oh), And I'm counting the cost (oh)! My emotions are in a spin!” You were taken by surprise at this action. Taken and bound like a prisoner, your feelings pouring out tenfold.

“I don't know who to blame... It's a crime and a shame! But it's true all the same; It's a dangerous game!” Malleus pulls your hands to his mouth and kisses them lightly.

“No one speaks, Not one word, But what words are in our eyes.” Your voices filled the air, feelings of hunger and passion, fear and tension became a dark symphony of the night.

“Silence speaks (Silence speaks!), Loud and clear (Loud and clear!). All the words we (don't) want to hear!” He lets go of your wrists, and he moves closer.

“At the touch of your hand, At the sound of your voice, At the moment your eyes meet mine: I am losing my mind! I am losing control! Fighting feelings I can't define!” It was at this point when it felt like the world had been blacked out by a blanket of night, and the only two people left were both you and him: a simple girl and a dark vampiric princely fae.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way: to give in to your feelings, either by a spell or not, you felt like a dove, whose wings had been broken but through time and healing, you were free to fly again. Your feelings, your heart, were free to soar.

“It's a sin with no name....No remorse and no shame, Fire, fury and flame-Cos the devil's to blame! And the angels proclaim.....”

He wraps an arm around your back, as his other hand made his way to your head, tilting it back. You close your eyes waiting. You feel his hot breath against your neck before hearing his voice and yours say in sync:

“It's a dangerous game...”

A soft kiss was placed on your collarbone. Your mind was already clouded from the ministrations he was giving you. You could feel his lips nearing your neck. As you were trying to catch your breath, you could only make out a few things: the full moon showing its full light through the clear glass of your window, and Mal looking up at you. From the corner of your eye, there was a look of lust in his eyes. He brushes his thumb against your lips making you part them. You knew what the question was and with a nod of your head, Malleus smirks before his lips parted to unveil his teeth.

The rush of crimson blood, your blood, had done its job in satisfying him. It was bliss. Pure bliss. The monster within him has been tamed.

For he had found his answer through this dangerous game.

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 19

NicoMaki, Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, 1.2K, 19/?

Summary: You takes Dia for a drive and Nico and Maki finally get some alone time.

Driving and Disco

Dia seemed to have a permanent scowl, her upper lip scrunched up and her nose scrunched down as she stared out the window of You’s car. And You was trying really really hard not to be nervous. Technically, Dia hadn’t been born yet, so surely that meant You had already said whatever it was she was going to say and Dia probably hadn’t shoved You out of the car. Or did it? You shoved her hat back. This was even more confusing than the usual Yohane messes. Time to mainline time travel movies. Were there any cheerful ones? Right now, the only one You could remember was Terminator and while Dia was reserved, surely she wasn’t a killer robot.

“So is it very different?” You ventured before she started down the Dia destroying property path.

“Every car on the road is a carbon criminal. And they smell.” Dia leaned into her hand, her elbow jutting out from the opened window.

“Well, at least there’s progress.” You tried for cheery.

“Very little here, truthfully. It’s no wonder my parents decided to spend most of their time in Japan.”

You sighed. “So is there anything you like about LA?”

Dia considered, “I’ve always liked the Malibu house.”

“Seems a little cold.”

Dia shook her head, finally smiling, “Not with Mom around. She could make the surface of the moon warm and bright. And Mama would always take us outside to look at the stars. Too many satellites, but the view could still be pretty amazing. Ruby liked all the quiet.”

“Mom is Nico, Mama Maki, right?”

Dia nodded.

“Well, I love the Pacific. There’s some beautiful views. I’m always grateful I’ve been assigned here. The Great Lakes weren’t quite the same.”

Dia seemed puzzled. “Great Lakes?”

“In the midwest, Lake Erie, Lake Michigan, Lake Huron…”

“Oh.”

“I was a liaison with the RCMP.”

“RCMP?”

“Royal Canadian Mounted Police.”

“Ah.” Dia found something she could approve of, “Your superiors must have a lot of trust in you to assign you to international cases.”

“I am extremely reliable.” You saluted.

“Which is why you’re involved with that winged demon....”

“Technically, she’s a fallen angel and the rest of us are demons.”

“What?”

You chuckled. “Sorry, old joke.”

“Explain.” Dia demanded.

You sighed, “I’d rather not. I sense Yoshiko is still not vibing with you.” You flicked on the turn signal, “Why don’t you tell me about your sister?”

Silence. Green eyes glared, like a dangerous bit of wave about to crash You back to the beach.

“Then tell me something that might help us get your parents together?”

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“I don’t LOVE pizza.” Maki insisted.

Nico laughed, “You just ranked all the pizza places in Malibu and half of the ones in Silver Lake. Nico doesn’t believe you.”

“I haven’t heard about this one.”

“Hidden treasure. Nico knows all the best places to take pretty girls.”

Maki stopped, blushing. It took Nico a couple of steps to realize she’d lost her audience.

“Maki?”

“Are we really going on a date?”

“Yes.”

“Without…”

Nico sighed, carefully watching Maki’s body language, So much hesitation, turned mostly away, very wary, no eye contact. Not the open invitation to a carefree evening Nico wanted. Nico reached out and took Maki’s hand, “The pizza’s great, Nico really wants to hear all about whatever you want to tell Nico, and can we just pretend neither of us is wondering if I’ll get a phone call.”

Maki squeezed Nico’s hand, suddenly enthusiastic. “Sure. But I might talk a lot. You won’t believe the song requests I got in Toronto. I’ll need a disco ball soon.”

“Disco is evil.” Nico said flatly.

“Are you actually gay? Disco is…” Maki paused, her face scrunched up into thinking mode, her eyes twinkling, “dance joy.”

NIco pulled Maki closer to bump shoulders, still holding hands and enjoying the warmth building between their palms, “ Nico will demonstrate exactly how gay she is at exactly the right romantic moment. And disco is…”

Maki broke away to do some silly dance move from an even sillier movie, her arms cutting through the air, “An apocalypse survival tool.”

“What?”

“Disco is an apocalypse survival tool. Kylie Minoghue knows it, Carly Rae Jepsen keeps teasing it, Dia Lupa and Doja Cat are driving people to the dancefloor, and…”

“Stop.” Nico held up a hand. “I’ll turn off my phone if you stop talking about disco.”

Maki stared, Nico’s face was...beautiful, tired, amused, and a little sad. Maki suddenly knew, like the cork on champagne finally loosening to pop, that Nico meant it, she would shut off her phone, ignoring any Eli problems, that Nico was offering what she thought Maki wanted. But what Maki wanted was Nico.

Maki laughed. It was her choice. And she chose Nico, who tilted her head, curious about Maki’s amusement.

“I’m sorry Nico, I just can’t stop talking about disco. Not even for you.” Hands on her hips, Maki dared Nico to disagree.

Nico blinked, too surprised at Maki’s answer to hide it. Then she reclaimed Maki’s hand to pull her along, “Nico’s going to pick all the best toppings. It’s a good thing you’ll be so busy eating the best pizza ever that you won’t have time to talk. Better get it all out of your system now.”

“Dancing, euphoria, angst, lust, pulsing against someone on the dance floor, Donna Summer, Thelma Houston, …” Maki stopped, closing her eyes, head bobbing to the tune she was hearing, arms queueing up songs, hips swaying, “Surviving, staying alive, being alive…” Maki’s voice dropped and she sang,

Push. Press. More. Less. Here together What's your pleasure? Stop. Go. Fast. Slow. Here together What's your pleasure?

Nico knew, in a deep in her core way, why so many pretty people rushed to be next to the Diamond Princess at every one of her gigs. Maki was magnetic, unaware of her own allure. Before dinner, a shadowy sidewalk, traffic noises for a soundtrack was not Nico’s first choice for making a move, but maybe this time the universe wouldn’t dump someone on her head. She stepped forward, hands reaching for Maki’s hips, and those gorgeous eyes flew open, Maki staring down, seemingly stunned. Nico began to dance, keeping the same rhythm, Maki matching move for move, Nico pushing closer to those hips.

Nico got as near Maki’s ear as she could, grinning when the taller redhead leaned closer to hear what Nico was whispering.

“Nico can’t resist. Do I have to?”

Maki’s eyes were so wide, as bright as full gem moons, as deep as the distance to Mars. She bit her lip, Nico now so close to her nose the tips were brushing.

“Please?”

Maki nodded, swallowing and Nico pulled her in, lips a tender tease, pressing eagerly forward when Maki murmured a yes, both their legs trembling. But Nico’s hands were sure and Maki, after the initial uncertainty, slid her arms over Nico’s shoulders, and continued her dance, refusing to break away from kissing for more than short breaths. Nico was beginning to wish they were in a car. Pizza could be delivered later, after all. And then Maki’s body was flush against her, and Nico was feeling curves push ever closer, and her fingers were in Maki’s hair, and there was no room for even the shortest breath between them.

A/N: A short chapter to get me back in this story zone after AU Yeah August and a busy summer.

And we finally get a kiss.

Lyrics are from Jessie Ware's "What's Your Pleasure."

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #werewolf #Apocalypse Midnight Dance #Watanabe You #Kurosawa Dia #disco

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“I’m back”| Part 2 | Guzmán Imagine | Elite Netflix

The sun hasn’t even shine when I woke up. It wasn’t really hot but it was probably because the warmth would come a few hours later. It was 6AM and the silence was still the only sound at the house.

The jet leg kept me awake and all the feelings made it impossible to stay in bed. I started cleaning the house and picking up all the trash Guzmán left around.

The bell rang, I was sure Guzmán wasn’t expecting anyone but I opened the door anyways.

“Who the hell are you?”

The small girl with long brown hair and very latina was standing by the door, wearing really expensive clothing and with her Chanel bag hanging on her shoulder.

“Not very polite” Even though I was wearing a really short pijamas’ short and one of Guzmán’s sweatshirts, I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, so she couldn’t get in. “Can I help you?”

“I’m getting in” she said as she tried to get over me.

“You definitely aren’t.” I blocked her “ I suppose you are Lu, right?”

“So Guzmán says my name when he’s fucking some whores?” She said with a smile opening in her face.

The door opened behind me and Guzmán stopped by my side, not wearing a t-shirt and looking furious.

“What are you doing here Lu?”

“Oh cari, I came to check on you and try to cheer you up before school ...” she smirked lightly “ you know what I mean”.

I was trying not to get really mad or jealous with that girl offending me and getting all over Guzmán all at once.

“No thanks, I’m not going to school.” He pushed her away “and I’ve got good company” he said pulling me closer.

Another car stopped right behind one that I assumed to be Lu’s.

“Y/N?” Polo got out of the car, followed by Ander. “Is that really you?”

I ran to them and jumped in Polo’s lap, hugging him tight.

“Oh boy, I’ve missed you”

I looked into his eyes and smiled, trying to hide that something was wrong with him.

“Ander!” I hugged him to and gave him a good kiss on the cheek.

As I turned back to the house Lu passed right through me, pushing me to the side.

“Buenos dias, Lucrecia” Polo said as she left.

We went back in but Guzmán was already nowhere to be seen.

“You guys want me to make some breakfast? I don’t think he’s joining us.”

“Sure” both said at once.

“So... Y/N, why did you come back?” Polo asked “I mean, I’m happy to see you but I never thought you would be coming to the city again”

“Me neither but I never thought Marina would die.”

Polo stopped suddenly. Ander started talking.

“Have you decided either you are staying or not?”

“I guess that’s my only option.” I started making coffee as them sat down “I don’t know what happened around here but I know he’s never been that down.”

“Well, you’ve missed some pretty good shit around here” Polo said checking his phone.

“Them open up boys”.

They told me everything: Marina getting infected, them beating up Pablo almost to death, the year that followed, the new ones, Samuel, Nadia, Christian, the robbery at Carla’s house, Marina getting pregnant and the murder.

“That’s a lot of info for this time of the day” I said trying to digest everything “So, Ander’s gay and Polo and Carla are no longer together?”

“Exactly” Ander said as his phone rang “give me one second”

“That’s why you’ve been acting weird Polo? Because of Carla?” He looked down.

“Ye-ye-yes.”

“Hey, Polo, tell me truth.”

Ander walked in before Polo could answer me.

“We kinda gotta go to class, first day back and we have to be there earlier.” He grabbed his blazer. “Are you calling Guzmán?”

“I’ll try.” They started to leave “Ander, do you think your mom would accept me back at school?”

“I’m sure she would love to have you back Y/N.”

They left and I went to Guzmán’s room.

“Hey love” the door wasn’t locked, I walked in.

The room as the same as when I left, a lot of pictures hanging on the wall and very messy. His king sized bed was still facing the window and the view was still amazing. I stepped on something and got down to get it, it was an old polaroid of me sitting by the fireplace at his house in Toledo, the winter before I left. I placed it on the table and walked into the bathroom, he was sitting on the shower, the burning hot water running and his head down. I opened the door and sat in front of him, with clothes on and everything.

“Guzmán” He looked at me “talk to me, please.”

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Sorry guys I just got too attached to this one I gotta keep going

#carla #elite #guzman #marina #nadia #nano #netflix #omar #polo #samuel #guzman imagine #omander #nadia x guzman #elite netflix #lasencinasboys

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avalancheobsessed · 5 years

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Special Pt 5 - Tyson Jost

A/N: Y/ALL! IT’S FINALLY HERE! IT TOOK FOREVER BUT IT’S HERE!

W/C: 2006

Warnings: N/A

It's been 2 days since you've last seen Tyson in person and 3 days until he is supposedly going to surprise you. The snow outside was already melting since Colorado weather is what you like to call, bipolar weather. It can be a blizzard one day and 90 degrees the next. That didn't stop you and your Colorado friends from going sledding though. You met up at the mall sometime before 8. All you can remember about getting there is chugging coffee to avoid falling asleep at the wheel and blasting your favorite playlist til your ears were ringing. It takes about 2 to 3 hours to get to the hill in the mountains that everybody likes and those hours were not very pleasant. Not for you at least.

"You gotta dish the details sis," your best friend, Alyssa, says after you're all situated in the car. There's 5 of you total: You, Alyssa, Sadie, Emma, and Payton. Four of you met in freshman year of highschool but Emma was a year behind in 8th grade. Ever since then, you've never kept any secrets from them and told them absolutely everything no matter how personal or tragic. They were always there, and they always would be.

"Oh my gosh yes you have to tell us," Payton chimes in, nudging you in the stomach. You shake your head with a slight smile on your face, trying to hide the red that's spreading everywhere.

"Guys she's blushing! Aww," Emma says on the other side you. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle?

"C'mon (Y/N)," Sadie, who is driving, encourages, "We know who he is. How did you meet him?"

You sigh, desperately wanting to avoid this conversation because it makes you all bubbly inside and that scares you.

"Well," you start, "We were on the same flight to DIA and by the power of whoever controls this stuff, he sat down next to me." The girls giggle and shift in their seats with excitement. You continue the story, "And I, um, bitched to him about my English assignment which he ended up helping me with," they give you a look, "willingly," you add.

"Okay," Emma says.

"Ok?" You ask.

"What else! There has got to be more than a stupid English assignment and flight delay," Alyssa says eagerly.

You sigh and end up telling them everything. Not just how you met, what you said, did...felt, but also what happened after. Running into JT and Kerf, getting Chloe hockey equipment, meeting up with Tyson. The not-so-nice DMs and comments you got on some Instagram pictures. They all listen intently, nodding and making some noises here and there. When you finish your story, you sit back and close your eyes releasing a stressful breath.

"Hun, you got a husband right there," says Sadie, who has been quiet the whole time focusing on the roads. You don't quite process what she says until everyone is agreeing with her.

"Wait, what. Sadie no. I just met him," you sputter out quickly. She just- she didn't mean- do I- what?

"So? He's totally into you, and you're totally into him. You gotta take him off the market before someone else snatches him up." You roll your eyes at her comment.

"He's just a friend and a great guy. He doesn't like me that way." All four of them scoff.

"Dude you are so stupid. You really think a guy you just met, who's 'just a friend' would want to hang out with you twice in one day, promise to make your birthday special, and every other damn adorable thing you told us? Nah. He likes you. Admit it. We're right, you're wrong," Payton says, grabbing your phone from your lap.

"Woah woah woah what are you doing!" You grab for your phone but Payton blocks you with her back, shoving your arms away with hers. You're still processing what she said when she puts the phone up to her ear.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing!" Payton shushes you, and everyone quiets down. You can hear Tyson say hello in a sweet voice. Payton turns her head, eyes wide and doesn't say anything. Tyson says hello again, this time adding your name. Payton shoves the phone into your open hand and you put it against your ear without a second thought.

"Hey!" You greet, everyone except Sadie watching your every move.

"Hey (Y/N)," he speaks softly with a hint of raspiness in his voice, "What's up?" You glance at your friends and bite your lip. What is up? You just gushed about him to your friends so one of them called him because she knew you wouldn't?

"I'm just heading up to a sledding hill in the mountains with some friends. Sorry, did I wake you?" You glare at Payton. No, you didn't wake him. Payton woke him.

"Yeah but it's fine. It's nice hearing your voice early in the morning," he says and you can hear the little smile he has on his face as he does. You start smilingly uncontrollably and melt into your seat. Your friends smile with excitement and Alyssa wiggles her eyebrows at you. You slap her elbow which results in a quiet screech.

"Aw I'm sorry. I uh," you aren't quite sure what to say, "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something tomorrow?" You hear shuffling on the other end and your voice echoing. He must've put you on speaker.

"Well," his voice sounds far away, "I've got practice tomorrow morning but you can come and we can get lunch after? How does that sound?" You smile at your friends, now thankful that Payton called him.

"That sounds great, I'll be there," You're about to hang up when he starts saying something.

"You know actually, I could pick you up before practice and drive you there if you want?" He's taken you off speaker, and also off-guard.

"Oh! Um, yeah! Sure!" You stumble over your words and feel the heat rising in your cheeks. They're grinning at you now all proud like they've won the 'Getting Your Lonely Friend A Boyfriend' award.

There's silence for a moment, just breathing. Alyssa opens her mouth to say something and you clamp a hand over her mouth so she doesn't ruin whatever is happening.

"You know (Y/N)," Tyson breaks the silence, "I'm glad you called. I know we haven't known each other for a long time but you're a good friend." Your heart can't help but sink a little at his words.

"Thanks Tyson. You are too." You respond before putting your thumbnail to your teeth. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Your friends can sense the drastic change in your mood and turn on the radio so you don't have to talk. The remainder of the drive is filled with music, and eventually more talking, just not about Tyson.

When you get to the sledding hill, you're all excited to see that it isn't crowded and that there are no little kids. There's only a couple small groups of people that at the moment are drinking hot chocolate at some of the picnic tables. As you're all unpacking the sleds and snow clothes, Payton elbows you in the stomach.

"Ow! Jesus Payton can you not?" You exclaim, massaging where her elbow hit. She ignores you and instead nods at a group of boys at the top of the hill and one of them watching your group. You eye him cautiously, almost like a threat. A 'hurt my girls and you will pay' kind of threat. He shines a bright smile in return and you turn away from him.

"Okay he is so into you Payton," you whisper to her while grabbing your snow coat and boots. "You should go say hi." You see her smiling and shaking her head out of the corner of your eye.

"Dude you are so stupid. He isn't looking at me, he was looking at you," she glances over your head, "and he still is." You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed, before turning to look back at the mystery guy. Payton was right. His eyes are trained on you. Well shit.

"Nope. No. No way. This is not happening." You say much louder than necessary.

Payton rolls her eyes, "Don't tell me you're loyal to someone you're not even dating yet."

"Ah you said yet. Meaning Tyson is someone worth waiting for," You reply, walking around the vehicle to grab your phone.

"Well why not make him move a little faster then? Make him, ya know, jealous," she replies with a wink or two.

"Nope. Nope nope nope. That isn't happening," you open up Snapchat and take what you deem as a cute selfie.

'Can't wait for tomorrow!' you click on Tyson's name and then shove your phone in your pocket after it sends.

"Fine. Be lonely forever, I don't care," Payton exclaims, throwing her hands up in surrender. If you only heard her voice you'd think she was mad, but she has a cheeky smile on her face.

"Are we ready to go ladies?" Sadie asks, holding her sled.

"Yeah," you say, grabbing your sled, "we're ready."

She locks the car and you all make the trek up the hill.

"We are so racing," Alyssa says to you, a challenging glare accompanying it.

"Okay Hot Shot, let's go," you laugh.

You set your sled down and get in position. Emma stands in between the two of you and counts down.

"3...2...1," she pauses, "GO!"

You both take off down the hill but you move your weight too forward on accident and flip. You feel the snow slip under your sweatshirt and soak your undershirt. Letting go of the sled, you drag yourself on the snow to slow down. When you stop moving you hear all your friends laughing and Alyssa walking over to check on you.

"You good?" She asks, sticking a hand out. You take it and haul yourself off the snow.

"Yeah I'm good. I totally get style points for that right?" you say with a laugh.

Alyssa laughs and nods, "Sure." She turns to walk back up the hill.

"Hey," you call out to her, "I'm gonna chill down here for a bit."

She sends a nod your way, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but my clothes are soaked now so I'm gonna change."

She nods again, and you disappear to the car, taking your sled with you. It takes you a few minutes to find your extra shirt and college sweatshirt and this time around you decide to grab your actual winter jacket. You walk back to the hill but decide to sit down at one of the picnic tables. After a few minutes of sitting, you hear footsteps behind you and turn your head.

"Hi," says the guy from earlier. The sun reflects off of his blonde hair, making it look almost like gold.

"Hi," you reply, turning your head back to the hill.

"Okay. Never had a girl reject me that quickly," he says passive-aggressively. You roll your eyes.

"Well when you're staring at a girl from a distance, you shouldn't expect them to treat you like you're not a creep." You grab your sled and stand up to start sledding again.

"Hey, maybe I'll see you around?"

"Where would you see me around?" you ask, turning around.

"Your sweatshirt. I go to the same college. Have you never seen me before?"

You shake your head at him, "Oh. And yeah, I've never seen you before."

"We hang out at the on-campus park if you ever want to come say hi."

"Okay. Thanks for the info," you say dismissively before walking back up the hill to your friends. You didn't want to be rude but the guy was staring at you and your friends like a creep. It's not attractive.

"Hey (Y/N)," Alyssa says, "ready to go again?"

You send a cocky smirk her way, "Oh yeah."

#Tyson jost #Colorado avalanche #special #special part 5 #nhl #hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagine #sledding

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years

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Love Potion Extravaganza Ch. 1

Note: So first off, thank you @missnobodynobodius for commiserating with me about matching EoA with Crazy Ex Girlfriend songs and hearing this ridiculous story when it was a mere wish. Thank you, @shasta627 for helping me match some of the songs and which ones to cut. And thank you @pizzansunshine for helping me for agreeing to edit this monster. Now this story, if you can’t tell by the title, it has ships. So many ships and love. There’s Eleteo, there’s Manualtina, there’s Gabelena, there’s Estoma, there’s Alonsonaomi, there’s Gabela, one sided Gababel, there’s LuisaxFrancisco, there’s Gabenaomi! Unfortunately I couldn’t figure out how to add Estenaomi without adding young Esteban to the chaos😢 But even the Delgados get a turn. So yeah. Many many ships. Slightly suggestive themes. Think P-13. So I hope you enjoy this with its love and lust misadventures here. 🤗🥰😉

And to add here are the two songs I put in the chapter, if you want to listen along to it. West Covina reprise II https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=q8XuQbzoFss and Horny Angry Tango. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x_rAmAYE-8I. Enjoy!

Elena knocked eagerly upon the workshop of her royal wizard who opened it with a teasing smile.

“You are really excited for this interkingdom alliance aren’t you?” With intentional slowness, Mateo lazily leaned against his door, noting her excited smile and eyes sparking with impatience at his not-quick-enough casualness.

“Yes I’m excited that Avalor is arranging the alliance between Cordoba and Paraiso, it’s an honor and that. But I really, really can’t wait for you to finally meet Alonso and Valentina!”

Elena’s quick eyes saw that Mateo wasn’t engaged in any particular task, evidenced by the tamborita stuck safely on his belt. He was just being slow to tease her! Well she took advantage of his smirking at her to grab his hand to break into an run towards the breakfast table.

“Considering the stories I’ve heard about them, should I be worried?” Mateo called out, stumbling a little at the brisk run bringing Elena to a pause.

“They’ve gotten better...ish. Well I feel like they have matured over the last few visits and with you there, I think it will be easier to deal with them. You’re just very patient with-” Elena paused and turned away to hide her blush.

Lately she had been feeling emotions towards Mateo that were a bit stronger than those she had towards Naomi and Gabe. They were all her friends but something with Mateo ran deeper. She appreciated his traits a bit more. His patience, his steadfastness, his trust, his compassion, how he always knew just the right words to say, how he was so modest but courageous at the same time. When he displayed his confidence, he didn’t act like obnoxious jerk but it was so endearing because underneath it all he was still sweet adorkable Mateo. And then his eyes....

There she went, thinking all about Mateo’s admirable traits. The list had been getting longer and she had been getting more flustered. Whenever she was in presence she had this urge to stand next to him, maybe even nuzzle the crook of his neck. He had such a warm body. That was one of the first things she had noticed when she hugged him during Navidad. She wanted to melt against him and he smelled of gingerbread too!

Elena stop this. He’s your friend. F-R-I-E-N-D Friend!

And now she kept blurting out small words about how much she cared for him. When she wasn’t even sure he liked her. Surely someone as expressive as he would have given some sign that he was interested.

Mateo looked at her questioningly, a light pink blush creeping up his neck.

“You’re so patient. Plus you’re a wizard. Your spells always save the day,” Elena finished lamely, hoping that she hadn’t revealed her attraction for him.

“Uh yeah of course thanks!” Mateo stammered, willing the flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks to go away. .

Keep calm. She’s just being her usual sweet self.

Mateo rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, glancing at Elena’s long raven hair. It was so shiny and smooth like if the nighttime sky had become a river of hair that smelled like strawberries. Mateo sighed. He was hopelessly desperately in love with the crown princess who was totally out of his league and he just couldn’t shake off his crush.

He suppose it had started sometime around the aftermath of Fiero’s first attack. The way she encouraged him to take up his grandfather’s mantle was so precious to him. She had been the only one who showed such trust and belief in his magic skills. Ever! His mother cared for his skills, yes, but that was only after Shuriki’s return and even then she didn’t know enough to get too involved with his studies. The rest of Avalor, ha. They didn’t know the difference between a wizard or a malvago. But Elena. After she had gotten out of the amulet, she shared such confidence in his skills, he didn’t want to do anything to disappoint her.

He had thought that was normal. Some friendly devotion between princess and royal wizard, between friends. But then he began noticing Elena even more. The way her optimism lit up whatever room she was in. How endlessly creative she was when it came to fixing problems and new ideas. Her devotion to her people and kingdom. How she always believed in the best of everyone. Her strength after everything she had gone through. She was not cynical, she was not bitter, she strived to do her best all the time.

The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to get to know her. He learned a little on Dia de Los Muertos two years ago when she told him about the dark prophecy. He learned some of her fears and her weaknesses and that only fueled his desire to help her. If she felt sad, he wanted to comfort her, if she felt weak, he wanted to be the one she could lean on. He said it as much when they went to Vallestrella, “I’ll always be here for you, Elena. No matter what.”

He would have to be crazy not to notice her gorgeous looks too. Her kind, enthusiastic face whose smile was like the sun, her bright eyes... he could go on and on.

But he knew it was useless. He was not a noble, he was not incredibly suave or handsome. He was just her friend. He knew she deserved someone who always went above and beyond. Someone who would help bring her kingdom prosperity and her happiness. He knew he wouldn’t be able to live up to the title of king. If she even had feelings for him which was doubtful. She could have anyone she wanted. Sometimes though, when she teamed up with him during missions or when she gave him a special gift that showed she was thinking about him or now, when she said how she appreciated him- a little spark of hope would burst inside. Maybe she could like him. But then all his doubts returned to remind him how fantastical that belief was.

The two entered the breakfast table where the cook had arranged several large platters of desserts. To suit Francisco’s enormous appetite no doubt, but Elena realized it was a bit much even for her abuelo. Plus there was an inordinate number of roses strewn on places on the table that were not covered by platters.

“The cook does know that Prince Alonso and Princess Valentina aren’t arriving until lunchtime right?” Mateo questioned.

“Oh no, it’s just for us.” The two teens spotted Luisa’s hand waving behind a cake resting at the front of the table.

The two went to the head of the table, inhaling scents of fresh tres leches, campechanas, pan dulces, cherries, empanadas, all sorts of sweet treats to the sight of Luisa sitting contentedly on Francisco’s lap and hand feeding him a cherry.

“What’s with all the food?” Elena asked, but the abuelos seemed to have forgotten her presence and were rubbing noses.

“Guys.” Elena cleared her throat. No notice. Elena coughed pointedly again. Nothing. “Abuela. Abuelo? “

No response. Elena exchanged a glance with Mateo, his perplexed expression mirroring hers down to the identical raised eyebrow. Elena turned back to her grandparents, squaring her shoulders and used her best commanding tone, “Francisco Flores and Luisa Flores please give your attention to me. Now.”

Luisa and Francisco jolted a little at Elena’s queenly voice and looked at her confusedly as if they had never seen her before.

“Is there something you want, dear?” Luisa said distractedly, brushing some crumbs off her husband’s mustache.

“I’m- We’re wondering what is with all the food?” Elena repeated her question.

Francisco proudly straightened in his seat, “This was all my idea. I wanted to show mi amor just how sweet she is with all of this” He gestured grandly at the table, “And we could feed each other all day just like at our honeymoon.”

“Oh Francisco, you’re such a romantic.” Luisa gave him a long, deep kiss. It could have been for 7 seconds but it was long enough for Elena and Mateo to feel uncomfortable so Elena coughed again.

“Can we have any of the food?”

“Sure sure.” Francisco waved his hand dismissively at them, gazing lovingly at Luisa while she whispered in her ear with a devilish smirk.

Elena and Mateo shrugged at each other and took a seat at the other end of the table. “Is it their anniversary?” Mateo asked with another look at the elderly couple who were engaged in another, more passionate liplock.

“No. Usually Abuelo wakes us all up by serenading Abuela in the morning. I should know, I never am able to sleep through it. I guess they’re just in a romantic mood.” Elena answered, a subconscious smile playing about her lips as she looked at her grandparents.

Mateo smiled upon seeing her smile. It was truly one of the most beautiful things in his world. “It’s nice that they are so in love with each other after all these years.”

With a dreamy tone, almost as if she was talking to herself, or confiding a secret to someone Elena replied, “I hope I have that someday too.”

“Me too.” Mateo agreed, lapsing into silence. He wished to say more, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t. He wanted to describe his perfect girl, and how it matched her description. But he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with her. No, it would be too much to bear if he made her uncomfortable.

The moment passed and Elena turned to focus her full attention on Mateo.

“Back to the alliance that will happen. I think you’ll hit it off with Valentina. The two of you can talk about wizardry all day long. Since she’s a beginner, maybe you can teach her a thing or two. You are a really good teacher.”

“Yeah, after letting Olivia bring a water spirit to life, I think I have some work to do.” Mateo chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“Don’t say that. You’re a great teacher. Without you I wouldn’t have mastered my scepter so fast or be able to do the invisibility spell.” Elena smiled, grabbing his hand to give a firm shake. Elena managed to keep her smile even though she wanted to gasp at the slight brush of electricity she felt from the touch of his hand that grazed up and down her spine in delightful little chills.

“When are they arriving again?” Mateo managed to squawk, in spite of the the sudden dryness in his mouth thanks to the soft touch of Elena’s hands tightly wound with his own.

“Princess Valentina and her guard arrived yesterday and are staying at Avalor’s finest resort. 5 stars. With a jacuzzi obviously. We would have let her room here but some of the palace staff haven’t gotten over her last visit.” Elena said and Mateo laughed a little, remembering Elena’s story of Valentina’s obnoxious bragging.

“Prince Alonso will be arriving sometime before-”

“Guitar!” Francisco’s voice called from the other side of the table which the servant brought up quickly.

Without any prelude, Francisco and Luisa sang in unison, “It’s not just a coincidence, it isn’t just by chance. It’s logical. It’s obvious. It all makes perfect sense. And I’m just so happy that you’re here.” Ending with Francisco dropping his guitar with a clang and sweeping Luisa more into his lap in a passionate kiss.

“They are really in love today.” Mateo commented, surprised how they could keep kissing without coming up for air.

“This is kind of strange. They’ve never acted this way before-” Elena was about to go on when the breakfast door banged open and Julio Guzman rushed to Elena’s side.

“Julio, what’s wrong?” Elena put a calming hand on Julio’s shoulder seeing the young man’s annoyed expression.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your breakfast princesa, but I came here early to discuss the possible trade opportunities for the alliance with Chancellor Esteban. It’s just-” Julio groaned showing his frustration, “He and Doña are fighting. Again! I try not to bring her to the meetings but Esteban insists I do because I don’t quite understand all the trade lingo yet. But whenever I do, they start fighting and ignoring me. They don’t even know I’m there and I can’t get a word in edgewise.”

Elena winced in sympathy. Whenever those two started one of their infamous fights, no one stood in their way and nothing could distract them from battling each other. Julio had confided his frustrations at being ignored before at meetings where he was supposed to be in charge before, but clearly her lectures hadn’t gone through to them.

“Um Abuela?” Elena called over to the other side of the table where she was met with annoyed glares from her grandparents for interrupting their romantic rendezvous.

“Esteban and Doña haven’t listened to me about not fighting during trade deals. Maybe... You can get through to them.”

Luisa sighed as if her request was just another chore in a very busy day but her smile brightened again when Francisco kissed her temple, promising, “Go help them. I’ll prepare some songs to serenade you by.”

Luisa gave a girly giggle and whispered something else into Francisco’s ear which he returned with an eyebrow wiggle, making Elena uncomfortable in a whole new way. She knew they were in love but...

What was more weird was Luisa’s reaction. She had never been so visibly annoyed before. She always had been so willing to drop all other tasks when it came to helping others. Except alone time with Francisco apparently.

Luisa quickly paced out to the hallway, calling after the younger adults who were staring at her in surprise and confusion, “Come on. I want to get this over quickly. Chop chop.”

The three jumped up and followed her in an obedient line, as they approached the Grand Council room, they could already hear voices raised. In angry song.

“I’m clearly not over you yet.”

“I’m clearly not over you either.”

Luisa opened the door to the almost familiar scene of Esteban and Doña Paloma, glaring nose to nose, circling each other. Eyes blazing with fury and pride.

“Our love has transformed into hate.”

“This is how left them.” Julio sighed.

To Elena and Mateo’s surprise instead of the usual insults, Esteban twirled Doña around, gripping her tightly so they would be back to back, singing,“Damn! Sex right now would sure be great.”

“What?” Elena was so shocked by that declaration she couldn’t manage a proper screech of surprise but a strangled whisper. Not that the two dueling adults would have noticed, their eyes were locked with each other as they performed a rather intricate tango.

“This is our horny angry tango!

I want to fight!

I want to bang!

This is our horny angry tango!

We’re truly furious but...

Dang! We’re also horny too!”

Mateo went white as he listened to the lyrics of the song, unsure of where he should look. He hoped that Elena didn’t see him glance at her to gauge her reaction and misinterpret it for something more..well horny.

“Excuse me. Is that anyway to talk with guests and children present.” Luisa interrupted, tapping her foot impatiently. Elena squawked at her abuela’s word choice and Mateo put a comforting hand on her shoulder, sharing a look that mimicked her outrage at being referred to as children.

Esteban and Doña glanced at them in the doorway and quickly pushed away from each other as if they were on fire.

“Sorry so sorry abuela.” Esteban gulped nervously, wiping some sweat from his forehead.

“We didn’t mean to- were we too loud?” Doña panted heavily, undoing her bun, “Just these trade deals are a bit hard to get through with all this heat--Will someone open a window?”

“It’s not surprising that it’s so hot. You do expel a lot of hot air.” Esteban commented snarkily as he took off his coat.

“My “hot air” is minor compared to your justifications that somehow we can afford to offer free port rights to Paraiso with nothing in return. Such a royal way of thinking.” Doña shot back, flinging her coat at him.

Esteban growled, shrugging off his blazer to pull her towards him with a smolder in his eyes, “I want to tear you limb from limb!’

Doña gripped Esteban’s hair and slid her leg up against his thigh, “And put your limbs all over my limbs!”

Esteban took advantage to her dip her several times, “Each time we fight I crave you more!”

He almost dropped her from that position when she ripped open his shirt to suggestively lick at his chest,“This would be better on the floor!”

At those words Elena turned around to rush out the door. It was bad enough that her abuelos were all lovey during breakfast but this was a scene that she did not want to witness! Her hands clapped firmly over her eyes, she bumped into the wall instead. Her head pounded but still very able to hear, “This is our horizontal tango!

We’re both pissed off...

And yet turned on!”

Mateo helped her stand up, keeping his eyes firmly transfixed to the floor. However curiosity of what the formerly appearance/reputation-conscientious Chancellor and lady were doing won over him. He flicked his eyes up to see Esteban and Doña’s new position. Writhing on the Grand Council Table. He was never going to see it the same way again.

“This is our horizontal, horny, angry tango!

Now it’s time for six bar long- classic tango dance break.”

Thankfully the adults got up from the table to execute a tango dance break, giving Elena time to wonder why her abuela was not looking so shocked. Esteban and Doña Paloma? They were rivals. They fought all the time. There couldn’t be any secret feelings between them. And if they had feelings, they wouldn’t do this. They wouldn’t be writhing around on the Grand Council Table in front of––everyone!

She looked at Mateo, knowing that he would know what she was thinking. Her abuelos kisses at breakfast, her cousin’s horny angry tango. Something was going on and they had to get to the bottom of it.

Before Mateo could nod back at her they were distracted by a resounding slap. They looked back to see Esteban sporting a bright red handprint on his cheek and an annoyed glare at the women who was in his arms. Sighing he sang, “I cannot slap you back, because you are a lady.”

Doña pursed her lips, “That clearly is a double standard. But it’s probably for the best.”

The two dipped one more time and were back face to face, “This is our horny angry tango!”

Pressed against each other, panting heavily, the room was silent as everyone waited for what would happen next.

Elena privately mused that this was the most disheveled she had seen her cousin and the former Magister. Hair was plastered to faces that were slicked with sweat, their eyes seemed glassy yet they were focused on not breaking the other’s stare.

“I can’t stand this.” Esteban said in a low husky tone filled with a hunger that Elena had never heard from him before, which made her a bit nervous about what he would do next.

The tension in the room was palpable and Elena desperately wanted to grab Mateo’s hand. She couldn’t stand thick tension like this, she needed action now or she was going to break in and try to switch the subject to-

In one sweeping move, Esteban pushed all the paperwork that had been piled neatly at the edge of the Grand Council Table onto the floor, scattering the white sheets everywhere.

“I must have you.” Esteban declared, pressing a series of urgent kisses on Doña’s neck and lips as he pushed her down against the table. As Doña arched back, breathlessly moaning in response, Elena turned to leave again, pulling Mateo behind her.

The action seemed to snap Luisa to her senses. Clapping her hands between them, she brought everyone’s attention to herself, and stopped Elena from starting her flight to safer quarters.

Esteban and Doña reluctantly broke apart and seemed surprised at the presence of other people in the room.

“Julio, when did you get here?” Esteban asked with genuine confusion.

“I’ve been here the whole time!” Julio cried, crossing his arms, grumbling unintelligible curses to himself.

“Nevermind him.” Luisa interrupted, “You, Esteban Flores, you have your very own room for privacy purposes like this. You should know better.”

“Um..That wasn’t the issue we came here for.” Mateo pointed out, “Also don’t you think this is a bit strange. Most business meetings don’t entail...tangos.”

Luisa sighed, putting her hands on her hips, “I can’t change whatever sexual tension there is simmering between them. Moreover I don’t care. Let’s get this resolved as quickly as possible, I need to go back to my beloved querido...” She paused. Next to her Esteban and Doña had gotten bored of the conversation and were passionately kissing, and whispering scandalous propositions to one another.

“They’re like horny teenagers?” Elena wrinkled her nose.

“Well they did say horny angry tango not chaste angry tango. I guessed we should expect this.” Mateo said.

“Hmm you’ve always said you were going to have begging your name..How will you ever accomplish that?” Doña murmured kissing his jawline, rubbing herself tantalizing against his chest.

“This is true.” Esteban’s breath hitched as his hand slipped underneath his dress, “And my dear, with my lips between your-.”

“Esteban! Please be discreet!” Elena cried, wishing for all the word that the past morning could be erased from her memories.

“Oh Elena, we Flores do not know the meaning of that word.” Esteban rolled his eyes as if he found her request to be incredibly naive.

Luisa grabbed Esteban’s ear like she used to do when he was a boy, “That’s enough of that. Here’s what we’ll do. Esteban and Doña please stay in Esteban’s room, Elena and Mateo greet the ambassadors and Julio... go back to Angelica’s. That settled? Good.”

Luisa strode out of the room with the confidence of a woman who could get things done. Elena turned to Julio, “I’m sorry, Julio. I think you better do what my abuela says for now. But I promise I will fix this issue. Next meeting you will be heard.”

“Thank you princesa, I do hope so.” Julio shook his head and left the room.

Mateo and Elena looked at each other, at a complete lost for words when a jingling got their attention.

Almost afraid to look, they saw Doña throw Esteban’s belt to the floor, he took her in his arms in a bridal carry and they exited the room, completely oblivious to the world around them.

“Let’s just go to Princess Valentina’s hotel.” Elena suggested, shuddering a bit, “We can figure out what is going on at the palace later.”

“Yes, you’re completely right.” Mateo agreed, giving Elena his arm as they walked the hallway to the carriage, “We should be focused on this alliance.”

The ride to their destination was silent more or less as the two tried to hype themselves up for the upcoming meeting and shrug away the confusion of the morning’s antics. Even though it was before lunchtime, they hoped Princess Valentina would distract them until the alliance meeting came to fruition.

Mateo opened the door for Elena to go out first like a true gentleman and Elena respectfully waited for Mateo to come out.

The hotel was half the size of the palace, fitting for its 5 star rating to include a pool, several in-room jacuzzis, a private indoor garden, three different types of restaurants, a club room and its hotel rooms. Perfect for Valentina’s extravagant tastes.

In fact Mateo could see a bit of what Elena meant by Valentina’s grandiosity. She was wearing a triple petticoat, poofy pink dress decorated with sparkles and a large rose at the hip. All of it was a shiny satin and her hair matched with satin pink ribbons and roses interwoven in her high updo. All of it screamed, Look at me. It was fine for the Princess of Paraiso he guessed, but he preferred Elena’s much more low-key looks anyday. She just had a natural beauty that shined no matter the outfit.

She was sitting at one of the hotel’s outdoor cafe tables with a man in a purple dress shirt bearing the Paraiso symbol, Manuel, Valentina’s loyal guard no doubt.

It was clear neither of them had noticed Elena’s arrival as they continued quietly talking over a bowl of strawberry ice cream. Just as Elena was about to go up to greet them, Manuel fed a spoonful of ice cream to Valentina. Valentina smiled, licking her lips mischievously and then leaned over to give him a deep kiss.

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So this one comes with the following warnings NSFW, NSFCS, NAFB, NSFG, NSFM, NSFP, and SFRAWLIBOB have I got them all @tuethat? Lol

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Chapter 15

Her eyes narrowed as she backed away from him, watching for any sudden movement, and trying to talk herself out of her next plan of attack. It was stupid and reckless, but he was just so much bigger and stronger than she was, that trying to fight him had been completely pointless. It had done nothing except leave her winded and breathless, and there was no way she could win if she kept it up.

So, it was time for drastic measures.

His lips twitched and she almost growled when he snapped off another piece of chocolate and popped it in his mouth. He’d eaten almost half the bar already and she was just seconds away from stabbing him with his own dirk.

“Ye really should try some, Sassenach.” He mumbled around the melting square of chocolaty goodness in his mouth. “Ye dinna ken what ye missing.”

“I know exactly what I’m missing.” She panted, referring to more than just the chocolate he’d stolen. “But you’ve had your fun, so put it back before I do something we might both regret.”

She’d been convinced, when he’d demanded his reward, that they’d find themselves rolling around on the floor again. But he swiftly side stepped her, grabbed the chocolate out of her bag, and hightailed it to the other side of the clearing. Her initial shock had outweighed her disappointment, but it was slowly creeping back in and she wanted to teach him a lesson.

And it was sure to backfire.

“I dinna think I will.”

“Fine, but you’ve only yourself to blame.”

Turning her back on him, she walked slowly back over to her bags, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she moved, and pulled out a pair of dark blue lacy boy shorts, a matching bra, and a bar of rose scented soap she’d found in her room a couple of days ago.

If he wanted to play dirty, then she’d show him dirty.

“If ye thinkin’ of sticking me with another needle, I’m gonna advise against it.” He warned, “Ye wee stick of chocolate’s getting’ smaller by the second.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she called back sweetly, as she bent and stepped into her knickers, shimmying them up under her skirts, as discreetly as she could. “If I was going to stab you with anything right now, you can believe it would be bigger than a syringe.”

Fortunately, the dress she had on today, served as her corset and laced up the front, so she didn’t need to ask for his help to get out of it. Turning back to face him, she held his slowly widening eyes and carefully removed the front panel of her dress, before dropping it on the floor at her feet.

“Claire…what are ye doin’?”

“Getting ready to wash.” She breathed, as she untied the bow and plucked lazily at the laces, undoing her dress. “Sassenach.” He warned narrowing his eyes. “Dinna do it.” His voice was tight and slightly higher then it should be, and she bit down on her lip, hiding her smile as she dropped the top of her dress to the floor.

“What? Why? I can hardly bathe in my dress.”

He took a step towards her, and she took one back in response, as she quickly untied her skirts, petticoats and bum roll at her waist. She heard his breath catch and she giggled as she released the material and shimmed it to the floor. They fell in a pool around her feet and she carefully stepped over them and turned her back on him.

“How’s Donas by the way? I’ve been meaning to ask you, but we keep getting distracted.”

“Donas?…I…Claire ye canna…”

“I canna what?”

She looked at him over her shoulders and winked as she slowly pulled her arms free of her shift. The fabric was soft, and it slid easily down her body until it reached her hips. Looking away from him again, she slid her thumbs between her waist and the shift, gently wiggled her hips, and bent slowly to remove it from her legs and feet.

“A Dia! I warnin’ ye, lass!”

She giggled again and, perfectly aware of his view of her arse, covered as it was in sexy blue lace, she stayed bent as she reached for her bra and slowly slipped it on.

She been filled with righteous indignation when she started her little strip tease, but with his protests her nerves and doubts were getting the better of her. Taking a deep breath she slowly rose and turned to face him.

He was stood just a few feet away, frozen in place, as he stared at her in wide eyed astonishment. Her heart was pounding so furiously that she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. This would either be the best or the worst idea she’d ever had, and although she didn’t know which it would be, she was determined to see it though

“Care to wash my back?” She smirked, holding up the soap, amazed that her voice hadn’t wobbled.

He didn’t speak, but she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and she let her eyes run deliberately down his body, until they came to rest on the oh so obvious rise in his kilt. “Of course, if you’d rather have the chocolate…”

She raised an eyebrow and met his startled eyes for a moment before she turned her back on him and slowly walked towards the water.

“Stop!”

She froze where she was, heart pounding, hands shaking, and her knees barely holding her up. She listened to his soft footsteps, the quiet clink of metal, and the gentle swish of falling fabric, and knew without looking that he’d removed his kilt. But her breathe still caught in her throat as she felt the length of his naked body press along the length of hers.

His large, calloused hands came to rest on her hips and she shivered against him, as he drew her back and pressed his cock against the base of her spine.

“Ye playin’ with fire, mo gràdhag.” He breathed as he brushed his lips across her neck, and ran a hand slowly along her stomach and up to cup her breast. “Ye canna tease a man already so desperate for ye. Lord, ye skin’s like silk, and ye body…Jesus God…ye body’s a work of art. How am I supposed to resist ye?”

“You’re not.” She whispered, letting her head fall back onto his chest, as he gently kissed her neck, and massaged her breast through the lace of her bra. She was consumed by sensation, and it felt so fucking good, that she couldn’t hold back the small mewl that escaped her throat.

His cock twitched against her and she dropped a hand to his muscular thigh, holding him to her as she rolled her hips, encouraging him.

“I dinna ken what it is ye wearing, lass.” He groaned, fingering the side of her shorts. “But Christ, I hope ye’v got more.”

“I’ve got a few.” She laughed softly as she pulled out of his arms and took a step in to the cool water. The hand on her hip had been edging closer and closer to the place she wanted him the most. But if she was going to be touched by a man for the first time, it wasn’t going to be when she hadn’t washed in two days.

“Are you coming?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder, remembering too late that he was naked. “Fuck me!”

The words were out of her mouth before she realized, and she quickly slapped her hand over it as she stared at him wide eyed. She saw his shoulders shake, but she was too riveted on his midsection to notice whether or not his was actually laughing.

Jesus fucking Christ!

He was huge!

Not dangling around his knees, mistaken for a snake kind of huge. But long enough and thick enough, to make the virgin in her cross her legs and wonder where she could buy a chastity belt.

That’s gonna hurt!

“Aye, I plan on it.” He growled, snapping her out of her daze as he followed her into the water.

Wanna bet?

Her eyes shot up to meet his and she squeaked as he grabbed her and she suddenly found herself flung upside down over his shoulder.

Definitely backfired!

“Jamie! Put me down!” She giggled, planting her hands on his hips and attempting to push herself upright. “Your arm!” His hand came down in a sharp slap on her arse and, while it didn’t hurt exactly, the shock made her squeal, and she jerked against him, before desolving into laughter.

“Ye find that funny do ye?”

She snorted, unable to answer, and by the time he stopped in the middle of the stream, she was near hysterical with laughter. Tears streamed down her face, her stomach ached, and if he didn’t put her down soon she was going to pee on him.

But she didn’t have to worry, because before she tell him, he wrapped his hands around her waist and, without warning, threw her backwards into the water.

Her scream was silenced at the water engulfed her. It was so cold it stole her breath as she quickly sank to the bottom and pushed herself back to the surface, coughing and spluttering and glaring daggers at the idiot responsible.

“You absolute…arse!” She growled dragging her hand through the water and soaking him a shower of spray.

He snorted a laugh, and his smile was so big and bright that she couldn’t keep charade and she burst into laughter again before throwing herself at him.

“You’re a dead man walking, Jamie Fraser.” She giggled as he caught her, and lifted her up against him. She quickly wrapped her legs tight around his waist, taking her own weight, trying to ease some of the pressure off his arm. “It’s a good job I love you.”

“Aye, likewise, Sassenach.”

“I’m sorry for teasing you.”

“I’m no.” He smiled bruising her sodden hair off her face, “I wouldna have ye any other way.”

His kiss, that started off soft and gentle, quickly escalated, and before she knew it, her hands were locked in his hair, his hands were on her arse, and together they were grinding her aching centre against his stomach.

“Where’s the soap?” She panted, as she pulled back from him and looked frantically around the water. Lost in a haze of lust, Jamie blinked at her utterly confused and almost crippled with need. She was driving him to the outer edges of madness and, with her practically naked in his arms, he cared not a wit for the bastard soap.

“The soap?”

She’d teased him mercilessly, stripping down to her wee thingies, wiggling her plump arse in the air, and grinding it against his cock. Christ, even now her nippled were poking through the dark blue lace that just covered her breasts, and his mouth watered at the sight.

If she was his wife, she’d have suffered more than a slap on the arse, and he doubted she’d have been laughing quite so much then!

“Yes. I must have dropped it.” She huffed, unwinding her legs from around his waist. He hissed out a curse, near weeping in pain, as she slid her body down his, brushing against his aching cock. If she noticed, she made no acknowledgment of it, as she stumbled over the rocks, walking back towards the shore.

But as he watched her go he knew he’d suffer any amount of pain to have her by his side. He’d never known a lass like her, and he doubted he ever would again: save if they were blessed with daughters. Her previous life had moulded her into a woman unique for this time.

She had a humor that was easy and joyous. One that promised a marriage of fun and laughter. Something he’d never witnessed between a man and his wife. Her passion and desire burned as bright as his own, and the way she touched him and looked upon him with such reverence, had him longing to take her, to make her his.

But with the longing came dread. He didn’t want her to fear him. He didn’t want that look in her eyes to change, to become haunted and afraid, as it was bound too, when he plumbed her depths and took his pleasure.

She said she wanted him, craved him, but she was a virgin still. She didn’t yet know the horrors that the act could bring her. But he did, he’d seen it in the eyes of his wife, felt it in the stiffness of her body, and he’d loathed himself for it.

“Found it!” She cheered from the edge of the stream, snapping him out of his maudlin thoughts, as she waved the bar of soap in the air and splashed her way back towards him.

She was a vision in blue. The lace had tuned almost black in the water and it made her irony skin glow in the sun light. She was pure perfection. So wee and slender, with voluptuous curves at her hips, arse and breasts. Her long curly hair fell almost to her waist and the dark wet tresses framed her beautiful, delicate face.

Yer a lucky bastard Jamie Fraser.

“I dropped it at the shore line, thank God.” She smiled as she placed her free hand on his chest and came up on her tiptoes to press her smiling lips to his. “Now it’s ladies first, so turn around and don’t peak.”

“I dinna think so, Sassenach.” He smirked stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ve seen me naked, an’ fairs fair.”

“Oh really?”

“Aye.” He smiled as she raised an eyebrow and bit down on her plump bottom lip.”

“Fine, if you insist.” She shrugged and handed him the bar of soap before twisting both arms behind her back. For a moment he wondered what she was doing, but then the lace that cover her breast fell loose and he quickly turned his back and covered his eyes with his hand.

“I was in jest!” He squeaked as her tinkering laughter echoed through the air, and he felt the slap of wet lace land over his shoulder.

“Maybe, but it got you to look away.”

“Ye’r a wee minx, Sassenach. I’ll have fun puttin’ ye in ye place.” He warned as she pressed her naked chest against his back and reached around him for the soap.

“I look forward to it.”

“Aye, I’v no doubt.”

She laughed again and backed away, but the damage had already been done. The cock-stand that had gradually eased with his morose thoughts, was back with full force, and he had to clench his teeth to resist the urge to take himself in hand.

It was sinful to waist his seed so, but with a life of abstinence and a wife that feared his touch, he’d been left with no choice other than to ease his own ache.

And lord how he ached!

He could hear her splashing around behind him as she washed, and the temptation to turn around, to look upon her full breast was almost unbearable. He longed to grab her to him, to worship them with his tongue and teeth, to plunge inside her and ease the madness.

He was a man possessed and she was the keeper of his soul.

The gentle touch of her fingers on his back sent a shiver down his spine and he groaned almost silently with pleasure. He could feel the slickness of the soap on her hands as she worked them over the tight skin, soothing it and kneading his aching muscles.

“Is this okay?” She whispered moving from his shoulders down to his waist and back up, over and over again. He’d never felt anything so relaxing, so arousing, and he nodded and let his head fall forward in surrender.

“Aye.”

“Does it still cause you pain?”

He shook his head, and took a deep breath. His scars were a physical symbol of the emotional pain he’d suffered, and he’d kept them both hidden from the world until her, until Claire. But like with his emotional pain, her touch on his back soothed the ache, made it bearable and naught to be ashamed of.

“No anymore.” He breathed honestly.

“Good.” He felt the pressure of her lips against his skin, and it was followed by the length of her body, as she brought the soap around to his chest and continued her tender care.

He looked down, watching her wee hands as they worked the soap into his skin, marvelling at the act and the thought behind it. The soft scent of roses wafted up and he smiled remembering Murtagh’s face as he went through each bar in the wee shop in Cransmere. He’d been searching for the one closest to the wee bottles he’d thrown in the ravine, and the one she used now was the one he’d finally chosen and left in her room.

She removed her hands from his chest and rolled the soap over and over in her hands, lathering them up, before dropping the bar into the water. Jamie grab it before it could float away, then almost dropped it again as she dipped her hands beneath the water and wrapped them around his cock.

“Claire…” he stuttered, reaching for her hands to stop her, as she slid them up his length, around the head, and back down again, gently taking the foreskin with her.

“Ssh.” She whispered, trailing kisses along his back, and increasing her movements under the water. “Don’t drop the soap, we still need it.”

His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head as her grip tightened around him. She pumped him hard yet gently, fast yet slow, twisting her hand each time she came back up to the tip. He’d already been close to the edge and he was in danger of falling over very, very quickly.

He’d never felt pleasure like it, and although he knew he should stop her, he lacked the strength and the will, consumed as he was by the desire she wove. His blood rushed through his veins, deafening him with each thunderous beat of his heart, and he feared his knees wouldn’t hold him much longer.

As the fire burned brighter in the pit of his stomach, threatening to consume him, he dropped the soap and tuned in her arms.

“I’ll buy ye more.” He growled as he grabbed her arse and pulled her body against his. He captured her lips in a deep, passionate embrace, plundering her mouth with his tongue as he wished to do her body.

She raised a hand to his hair as she melted against him, compliant in his arms, but she didn’t stop her maddening caress of his cock. She simply worked him harder, pumped him faster as he groaned into her mouth and bruised her hips with his hands.

“Claire.” He panted, fighting for breath as he dropped his head to her shoulder. His balls were tightening painfully, drawing the heat from the base of his spine, spreading it to his stomach and out through his skin. He was on fire and set to fall apart in her arms.

“Come for me, Jamie.” She whispered fanning the flames and sending him careening into the abyss. His hips jerked against her, and he cried her name as his seed spilled out of him in a wave of pure bliss. It coated her hand and stomach and in a moment of mad possession his teeth sank in to the soft skin of her neck. “Oh God.”

Her hand tightened in his hair and she pull him up and slammed her lips against his. The low moan in her throat, had him shuddering with the aftermath of his release, and he lifted her against him, and thrust his cock against her core.

“Yes, please, Jamie, touch me.” She begged as he lifted her higher and trailed his lips around the tip of her breast. He knew from their time in her room, that she could feel the same release that he had, but having no idea how, he reach for her hand and wrapped it around his.

“Show me.” He pleaded meeting her dark hooded eyes, “Show how to please ye.” She nodded and biting her lip, she dropped her head to his shoulder and guided his hand between them, under the thin layer of lace that separated them.

She was hot, slick and swollen. He’d never felt anything like it, and his cock twitched in envy of his hand.

“Ye as slippery as an eel.” He groaned as she slid his fingers to her opening and then back up to a small nub at the top of her sex. She jerked against him and her breath hitched in a way he remembered well. “There?”

“Yes.” She panted rolling her hips and leading his fingers in a slow circle. “There, gently and inside…oh God.”

She removed her hand, bringing it back up into his hair, and holding tight as he touched her gently, marveling at the feel of her, as his fingers circled the small bump. Her hips were moving in tandem with his hand and desperate to know, he moved it lower and carefully eased a finger inside her.

“Lord, God ye so tight.” He breathed, kissing along her neck, up to her ear, and around her jaw, searching for her lips. Just the thought of feeling her tight, wet, sex around his cock had a fresh wave of heat rippling beneath his skin.

Jesus God he wanted her.

“Please, Jamie. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She begged, surrendering her mouth to him, as she ground down against the heel of his hand.

His tongue touched hers and they danced together, mimicking the movement of his finger deep inside her body. It was heaven and hell, touching her like this. It was more than he’d ever hopped for, yet nowhere near enough. His spent cock was already stirring to life against her arse, and he tried desperately to remember if they would pass a kirk on the way to Lallybroch.

He wasn’t sure how long he could wait to make his his wife.

Her inner muscles fluttered around his finger and he almost pulled it free, worried that he’d hurt her. But her movements increased, and she tightened her legs around him, and clasped his finger so tightly within her that he couldn’t remove it if he tired.

“Fuck, Jamie, yes!” She cried, breaking the kiss and arching her body back in his arms. He was completely spellbound, rendered speechless by the sheer beauty of her, as she lost herself to her pleasure and fell apart in his arms.

“Ah, Claire.” He whispered, drawing her back to him, holding her up as she fell limp, and her muscles spasmed around his finger. “Ye, slay me, lass.”

She laughed weakly as she nuzzled her face in his neck and tried to catch her breath. Slipping his finger from within her, he brought both arms around her and held her close. Thanking the lord for the privileged of having her there.

“I love, ye, Sassenach. More than my own life.” He breathed resting his cheek against her hair.

“I love you, too. To the moon and back, Jamie Fraser.”

He laughed lightly and tightening his hold, he dipped them down into the water and finally rinsed away the soap.

Chapter 16

#outlander #jamieandclaire #outlanderfantfiction #ceart-leth #sexytimes

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Putting on Hairs: Secrets Revealed

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.8k Rating: G, probably, mild T at worst AU: Theater, Werewolf, Monster, Cryptid

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Author’s Note: Welp, guess it’s not a one shot after all…

Summary: Nico isn’t the only one.

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What the heck?

That was all Maki could think as she sat on a small couch in the dressing room of the woman she was supposed to be starring alongside. Said woman, one Yazawa Nico, purported rising star in the theater world, was currently sitting in her lap. As a dog. A Pomeranian breed dog, to be exact. And Maki had been instructed by some purple haired woman, who apparently already knew her name and felt comfortable calling her Maki-chan, to pet the dog.

What. The. Heck.

Maki had completely forgotten the question she had intended to ask of her costar. Of course, it didn’t help that everywhere she looked she saw pink. Or flowers. Or other little trinkets Nico had likely received over the years. Or pictures of Nico. By the gods, there were dozens of pictures.

Nico had obviously been acting since childhood as Maki picked out various younger versions of the raven-haired do… woman. But so had Maki, and her parents hadn’t taken nearly as many pictures. Granted, they had been busy with their own work and it had not been uncommon for the only familiar faces for her in the audience to be members of the household staff, usually their estate manager. But still...

Smooth.

Maki was distracted from her thoughts when her fingers found what felt like smooth skin instead of soft fur. She looked down…

“Y-Yazawa-san…” She stammered, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

Crimson eyes opened and Nico turned her head up to meet Maki’s gaze.

It took a moment for the situation to register, but when it did, Nico’s eyes widened.

“Kyaa!” Nico cried, shoving herself off Maki and the couch.

Nico landed on her back on the floor, twisted herself up to her hands and knees and scrambled around the clothing rack to hide. There, she grabbed the first garment her hand found and started to put it on. Thankfully, it happened to be a simple sundress that she was able to pull over her head and be presentable enough for her purposes.

“S-Sorry about…” Nico paused to clear her throat, hoping to alleviate her stutter. “Sorry about that, Nishikino-san.” She moved back out from behind the rack. “I suppose Nozomi would want me to thank you for… Hey, are you alright?” She moved toward the couch.

“I’m… fine…” Maki insisted.

“You sure? I know some folks have significant blushes, but geez your face literally matches your hair. It’s made it to your ears… your neck. What the… your arms and hands even?” Wait, what was that? Nico leaned closer. “Holy Amaterasu… you’re burning up!”

“I’m… fine…”

“No, you’re not. I can feel it from here. I don’t even need to put my hand on your forehead. Geez, I’ve taken my siblings to the hospital with lesser fevers. Just what the heck are you? And do I need to drag you off my couch before you ignite it?”

“…” Maki hunched her shoulders, seeming to withdraw into herself.

Nico sighed and put a hand on her hip. “Look, you’ve already seen that I’m a werewolf. And I didn’t need Nozomi to tell me you’re not human either; I can smell the difference.” She tapped her nose. “And right now, I’m getting something new. Is that sulfur? Brimstone? Are you a demon?”

“S-salamander…” Maki muttered, her face managing to become an even brighter shade of red.

“Salamander?” Nico mentally skimmed through what she knew. “You mean like Charmander?”

“Close enough, I guess…”

“Oh? Show me.”

“Wha?!” Maki balked, sitting up with enough force she managed to tip the couch back a bit.

Nico held back a chuckle. “Show me.”

“Wh-wh-why?!”

“Like I said, you already saw my werewolf form. It’s only fair I get to see your salamander form.”

“Uuuehhh….” Maki let out one of the most adorable sounds Nico had heard in a long while.

“Besides, if we going to be costars in this show, we shouldn’t have secrets between us. Right?”

“… Fine…”

Almost immediately, Maki’s skin gained a sheen that made it almost appear wet, like she had just stepped out of a warm shower. Then her eyes changed, gaining a fiery brilliance. And finally, the young woman began to shrink.

And shrink.

Nico couldn’t help reaching down and poking at a lump in Maki’s shirt she assumed to be her. Sure enough, the lump moved, and out of the collar skittered a tiny, red amphibian. However, when it looked up at Nico with those amethyst eyes, as bright as they were, there was no doubt she was looking at Maki.

Nico couldn’t help reaching out a hand. Slowly, tentatively, Maki stepped up onto her fingers. Nico then lifted the lizard up closer to her face.

“You’re cute like this, Maki-chan.” She couldn’t help using the familiar term, despite having not even known the other woman for ten minutes.

Immediately, intense heat radiated off the crimson creature. Not quite hot enough to burn Nico, but definitely reaching into uncomfortable levels. Still, the amusement factor alone was enough for Nico to bear the heat.

A knock sounded at the door.

Maki jumped off Nico’s hand and slipped back into her shirt.

“Nico-chan?” A voice called from the other side.

“Yeah, coming…” Nico responded, wondering if she should hide Maki’s clothes first, with her still in them. Well, they weren’t easily visible from the door, what with the arm of the couch blocking the pile, so maybe it was fine? “Ah, Minami-san.” She said, recognizing the woman on the other side as she opened the door.

“Oh, that sounds too formal.” Kotori said laughing lightly. “Just Kotori is fine. Anyway, I’m here to deliver these samples.” She handed over a neatly folded stack of textiles. “Please let me know which ones you like best so Yoshiko-chan and I can get to work on your outfits.”

“Alright.” Nico nodded.

“And I see you’re already trying out some of our finished works.” Kotori commented. “Although we may have to make some adjustments to the measurements Nozomi-chan gave us for you.” She reached out and tugged at one of the shoulder straps, indicating a looseness below.

Nico grimaced. Of course, Nozomi would change some of the numbers to mess with her. “So you guys already made all those?” She indicated the rack she had hid behind moments ago.

“Ye…” Kotori cutoff as she noticed something. “Except that one.” She pointed as if Nico could figure out what she meant just by that. “Honoka-chan insisted on buying that one online for us to use as reference. I told her not to, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to end up here for you to see.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, that is not representative of the quality standard Yoshiko-chan and I are capable of producing.”

Wait, did she mean that tacky werewolf… thing? Nico wondered. The thing I was just about to complain about? “So, it’s just a reference?” She asked aloud, suddenly thankful she wouldn’t actually have to wear it.

“Yes.” Kotori nodded. “I figured we didn’t need anything like that, because we could just use Nico-chan herself as our reference, because you’re, well… you know.” She motioned to the raven-haired woman.

“Right… You know, I’m surprised someone as talented as you is working at a startup theater like this.”

“Oh, it’s fine. After all, I’m returning a favor to Umi-chan.” Kotori said with a wide smile.

That’s right, Nico recalled, Sonoda Umi was one of the cofounders and co-owners of the theater, along with Kurosawa Dia.

“Although even without the favor,” Kotori continued, wistfully “I’d still be here, so I could work with Umi-chan on this wonderful project.”

Wait, that tone and expression. Were Kotori and Umi together? Now there was some celebrity news that seemed to have slipped through the cracks. Interesting.

“Anyway, back to work.” Kotori chirped merrily. “See you two later.” With that she practically skipped down the hall toward the costume department.

“You can change back now, she’s gone.” Nico said aloud, closing the door. “Though I think she knew you were here anyway. I’ll keep my back turned until you’re dressed.”

After a moment, Nico heard rustling of cloth behind her.

“Alright, you can turn around now, Yazawa-san.”

“Nico is fine.” Nico said, turning to find a still somewhat flustered redhead.

“Alright… Say, what is that.” Maki motioned to something at Nico’s feet.

“Mm?” Nico looked down to find a feather and stooped to pick it up. “Well, I guess that confirms the rumor…”

“Rumor?”

“About Minami Kotori being a crane.”

“She is?”

“Oh c’mon, I know you can sense others like I can.”

“Well, yeah” Maki admitted “but only at close range…”

“And you were pretty close when I thought you were being an entitled brat by how adamant you were about fabric types for your outfits.”

“I… wha… You saw that?”

“Yup. I was wondering what all the commotion was about, so I went to check.”

“I wasn’t raising a commotion.” Maki furrowed her brow. “And I was definitely not being entitled, just cautious.”

“Yeah, I know that now.” Nico made dismissive motions with her hands. “Your salamander heat thing. Certainly wouldn’t want to be melting polyester on yourself or whatever. That said, I believe Kotori’s more than capable of imbuing anything she makes with super special heat resistant properties for someone like Maki-chan.”

“Oh? How?”

“Didn’t you hear when I just said she was a crane?”

“Well, yeah, but that just means she’s a bird?”

“What the heck, Maki-chan?” Nico huffed. “Did your parents not teach you about your history? Our history? Monsters and cryptids and mythic beasts and such?”

“Not really…”

“So, you’ve never heard about the crane who returns favors.”

Maki shook her head.

Nico sighed. What kind of parents did this girl have? “She weaves her own feathers into her works, which imbues them with special properties. And if the rumors are true, she’s training her assistant to do the same with hers. Yoshiko? Yohane? Something like that, I haven’t met her yet.”

“Is she a crane as well?”

“Fallen angel. She’s pretty adamant about it too, and really doesn’t do too much to hide it.” Nico shrugged. “Probably for the best that the normies around here don’t believe such things very easily. They just think she’s weird, a chuunibyou or whatever. But folks like you and I…”

“Right…”

“Anyway, they’re making everything antistatic for me.”

Maki giggled. “For you weredog thing?”

“Weredog?” Nico growled, earning a flinch from the redhead. “I’m a werewolf! And don’t you forget it!”

“Oops, did I come in at a bad time?” Nozomi asked as she let herself in.

“No, you’re fine.” Nico grumbled, still glaring at Maki. “What do you want?”

“The managers want everyone to gather on stage for a meeting.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever. C’mon, Nishikino.” Nico had to put conscious effort into not stomping toward the door. The last thing she needed now was to transform again.

“… Right…” Maki replied with no small amount of disappointment in her tone, before following the other two women into the hall.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #AU August #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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