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nyxerebus · 3 years

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Boring Bar - Modern Levi x Female Reader

“Why are we here again?” The raven-haired man asked his friend. “You need to get out more Levi, So this is me dragging you out” Erwin smiled back. Levi just scoffed at him and looked around the bar.

Filthy.

“Hange and some others are coming soon”.

Huh!? “Shitty glasses and her shitty friends are also coming?” Erwin chuckled and nodded. Levi’s mood became even more shittier. If that was possible. They both drank in silenced for a while. Both ordering the same glass of whisky, Erwin on the rocks, Levi with a twist. The music was typical bar music, boring. Some people were dancing over at the dancefloor. Half the booths were filled, but Erwin and Levi were the only two sitting at the bar. “So, how have you been?” Erwin asked. He knew the answer. Not good. Levi and Petra had broken up a month ago, and he was still hung up on it. The breakup was really messy. Levi had caught her cheating on him with her co-worker. The biggest cliché in the world. “You know”, Erwin expected something more, but that was the only thing he got from Levi. “Okay, talking about it clearly isn’t something you want, but do you know what you need?” Levi raised his eyebrows at the blond. “A rebound!”

“A rebound?” Levi repeated. “You need a quick one night stand to get over her and move on, it will clear up your head. I promise” Levi looked at the man with a questionable look, but didn’t push further. They both fell into a silence, Levi still processing his words - was a rebound all he needed?

The glorious silence between the long-time friends was cut short when the bell at the door rang. “Leviiii! Erwinnnn!” Hange’s voice boomed over the bar. Her and Mike and Nanaba walked over to them and hugged Erwin, (Hange tried to give Levi a hug, but ended up with a elbow in the ribs).

A comfortable conversation fell between the four adults. Even though Levi gave them a hard time for dragging him out, he loved just sitting on the side-line and listening to the conversations. It was comforting. “Oh! I forgot to tell you guys” Hange exclaimed. “What’s up four eyes”.

“An old friend of mine is coming over and staying with me the next week! She’s going to meet us here, you guys fine with her hanging out with us?”.

“Of course! Where do you know her from?” Nanaba asked.

“We were dorm roommates back in my collage days!”. Hange smiled. “She is really nice, so you better treat her nice!” She threatened, even though she wasn’t that threatening.

The bell over the door rang again. “She’s here!” Hange waved over a (your height) woman. Hange hugged her and lifted the poor girl up from the ground, her legs kicking in the air. “So good to see you again!” Hange squealed and danced around, still holding the girl up. “Hange, let the poor girl down” Nanaba looked a bit concerned by her mad scientist friends action. Hange, reluctant, let the girl down and introduced her to her friends.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N)! My long-time friend form collage!” The group greeted her and Erwin moved over a bar stool she could sit on, moved it next to Levi. He sent the raven man a smug look. Damn eyebrow freak.

“So, (Y/N), what did you study?” They asked her many questions about her life. They learned that she studied History, (was still studying, but balancing school with working in a flower shop with her brother), she had two cats and her favourite book was Pride and Prejudice. Hange was clearly proud of her friend and showed her of to no extent. Levi noticed the girl, (Y/N) was looking very nervous and would often blush and wiggle in her seat when Hange went on about her life.

Cute.

What was he thinking? He couldn’t develop a thing for Hange’s friend, she was clearly very protective of her and would no doubt rip his dick of if he tried to get with (Y/N). “So, (Y/N), got a boyfriend” This time it was Nanaba that asked. This made Levi perk up, for some reason the idea that she had a boyfriend made his chest tighten.

What was wrong with him? He felt more jealous at the possibility that a woman he had just met had a boyfriend, than when he caught his girlfriend of 9 months in bed with another man.

“No, its just me and my cats at the moment” She rubbed the back of her neck. Levi realised a breath of relief, no one noticed. Well, no one except Erwin, who grinned into his drink.

The conversation drifted away from (Y/N) life to more mundane things. Work, family and what not. To be honest, Levi was only paying attention if (Y/N) was speaking. But sadly, the evening turned into the night. And everyone was suddenly reminded that they had work tomorrow.

“It was great meeting you all! Hope we can meet another time!” (Y/N) smiled at them. “Of course! Maybe for lunch?” Nanaba questioned. They agreed to meet for lunch one day, and split up. But luckily for Levi, he and Hange lived on the same street. So the three of them walked together to the building the two ladies lived at. Hange wouldn’t stop talking about her latest experiments.

Levi tried a few times to ask (Y/N) some questions, but they either came out as insults or as interrupted by Hange. Usually he was smooth with woman, never having to struggle cause most flocked towards him. But when he had to impress her, he became suddenly shy and nervous.

Snap out of it Ackerman! But before he could snap out of it, the stood outside Hanges apartment. “Looks like were parting ways here Clean freak! See ya tomorrow!” And with that they disappeared behind the entrenced to the building. Levi stood on the street for a couple of minutes, thinking over the night. He cursed at himself for not growing a pair and asking her out. He went to bed angry with himself.

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The next week past with everyday just the same like the last. Levi would meet you and Hange at 8 am and walk to your respective jobs. Everyone would meet for lunch (sometimes Erwin, Nanaba and Mike couldn’t make it, but Levi would always make it). And everyday, Levi became more and more enchanted with (Y/N).

“I don’t know what to do!” Levi groaned and threw his head back against the coach back. He and Erwin and Mike was chilling at Levi’s apartment. “Sounds like love to me” Erwin replied with his cheeky grinned. Oh, how Levi wanted to smack the grin of off his face.

“How? I have only known her for one week!”

“Love at first sight” Mike spoke up. “That doesn’t exist asshole” Levi grumbled out, chugging back his drink. “I don’t know man, Mike might be on to something”.

“Fuckers”

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Levi was driving home when he saw it. ‘Mushrooms and Flowers’, the flower shop (Y/N) worked at. His body reacted before his mind could stop it. And before he knew it his car was parked in front of it and he was halfway between his car and the shop.

A bell rang when he entered the small shop. It was cozy, fairy lights hanging from the celling and the walls were covered in flowers, and by the counter there was a mushrooms display. “Levi!” A familiar voice called from him. “So good to see you” She walked over to him. “How can I help you?”

He was silent. The cold, stoic, gives zero shits Levi Ackerman, was fucking silent.

The hells wrong with you?! Speak!

“I need some flowers” Yeah, idiot why else would you be here?! “You came to the right place! What is the occasion?”

Oh god? Was he going to get flowers for a girlfriend? Of course, he had a girl, a man that gorgeous always have an equally beautiful woman by his side. You cannot compete!

(Y/N) was equally nervous as Levi. The same pang of jealousy raced through her at the thought of him with another woman. “A girl” was all Levi muttered out. Sadness filled (Y/N), but she bit her tears back. Not wanting him to know about her feelings for him. The same feelings that had kept her up at night and made her heart race in a way it never had.

“Well, we have some beautiful roses in many colours! What’s her favourite” (Y/N) tried not to sound disgusted by the mentioned of another woman.

Levi thought back to when (Y/N) mentioned what her favourite colour was. “Orange”.

Good taste, (Y/N) thought. “Well, these are my favourite. They have a nice deep orange colour and gets pretty red at the tips of the flower leaves”. (Y/N) pointed at the flower in the rose’s aisle. Levi agreed that it was beautiful and didn’t hesitate to say: “I’ll take it”.

His apartment smelled of roses. On his kitchen island, four rose bouquets of the orange flowers sat. He had gotten all they had in the store. He was opening a new bottle of whiskey. Not knowing what to do. The glass he filled was quickly swallowed and he filled another.

“I blew it!” He shouldn’t have said it was for a girl. What if she thought it was serious and stopped talking to him? What if she found out that he lied about having a girl and though he was a creep?

A million bad thoughts raced through his head, until he finally decided. He was going to do something about it. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the alcohol. But a new wave of courage waved through him and he grabbed the flowers and his keys. He knew Hange had a meeting at work, so (Y/N) was home alone.

The walk over was quick. But not quick enough. When he reached the apartment door, the courage washed of and he realized what was going to happened. He was going to confess and she was going to reject him. Why would she not? She has probably heard about his insults and how cold he is from Hange. Why would someone as cheerful as her want someone as dickish like him?

No, he couldn’t do it. He left the building.

(Y/N) heard someone moving around outside the door. She looked out the peep hole and saw no one, but something on the ground caught her eye. The flowers Levi had bought from her. All four bouquets. Wasn’t these flowers for a girl? After a minute of looking at the flowers with pure confusion, it clicked.

She was the girl.

Without thinking she ran after him. Only in her sleeping shorts and tank top, and her slippers, she ran down the stairs and out to the street. After looking around, she caught him walking away.

“Levi!”

He turned around and was met with her body colliding into him. She was out of breath after running down all the stairs after him. “The hell you doing out here brat!”

He looked down at her hands and saw the flowers. He rubbed his hand down his face and sighed deeply. Here comes the rejection.

“Was I the girl?” He looked down at her. Risking it all, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah you are”. Time stood still. The people around them didn’t matter, the rain that was starting to pour down didn’t matter, only them. He looked in her eyes, looking for an answer, but when she pulled him down too meet his lips, he got it. Even though it took a moment for him to realize this was actually happening, when he snapped out of it he kissed her back.

It was like something out of a movie. The rain was pouring down. He was bending her back down a bit and leaning down with her. One hand was behind her back, stabilizing her and the other was on her jaw, holding her close. Her hands were wrapped around his neck. He broke the kiss when he felt her shivering against him. Suddenly he was reminded that they were out on a busy street, it was almost midnight, and she wasn’t wearing clothes fit for the rain, or just being outside in the cold.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” She nodded her hand. As they walked back to her apartment hand in hand, Levi thanked the gods that Erwin had dragged him out to that boring bar.

A/N: Hope you like it! I'm not too happy with the ending, its a bit rushed but i am writing this at 2 am, sooo hehe. Might write a part 2! Take care :)

#levi x reader #snk levi #levi ackerman #levi x y/n #levi fanfiction #attack on titan #aot #snk #moder au #modern au

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theoutcastedartist · 3 years

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Give us all you animaniacs hcs (especially the lgbtq+ ones)((please))

Oh man I have so many to tell asfhjahsbsb I'm gonna leave out some of the more darker HC I have for this show (well technically, they are wildly-outlandish theories about where the Warner trio was for those 20+ years before the current time of the reboot, just gonna exclude those for now)

Ight imma start with the lgbtq+ headcannons first

Wakko: Nonbinary (Uses He/Them Pronouns)

Dot : Trans (Uses She/Her pronouns) and Pan

Yakko : Bi and Ace (Biromantic I believe it's called? Please correct me if I'm wrong on that)

On an unrelated note, Yakko is a whole mood

lmao look at my tiny clown-faced-puppy disaster son being the dramatic Bi-Ace icon he is when he's basically about to "die"

If you ever asked my younger siblings, they would tell you that I would 100% do the same shit, maybe even start singing "Little Miss Perfect" out of pure spite

Who knew me, as the oldest of a sibling trio would relate to the oldest of another sibling trio

ANYWHO BACK TO HEADCANNON STUFF BECAUSE YES

Oh man lemme start with Yakko HCs because he's the character I project so much on to nowadays:

Yakko

All his senses are very sensitive compared to the other two, sometimes he'll get really overwhelmed by bright lights, strong flavors, loud noise, etc... he feels like he's being dumb everytime he has a problem with anything regarding his senses.

Lights and noise: Sometimes it just gets too much for him if he's exposed to constant loud noise and bright lights to the point where he'll start crying or yelling (especially if noise is the main problem) out of stress from it.

Strong flavors: He will visibly shudder in response to a very strong and very noticable flavor. He honestly prefers to eat blander foods over savory dishes. With that being said, he hates spicy food with a burning passion.

Very unwilling to go to someone for help or comfort when he's genuinely having a crisis over how he views himself. If anything, he's will try to do literally almost anything to avoid having that sort of conversation, especially with Dr. Scratchansniff.

He will however go to Dr. Scratchansniff or another trusted adult for advice if he needs help for how to take care of his siblings or just for general advice on stuff.

He hates being picked up or hugged with zero warning.

The only people who he doesnt mind doing this are Wakko and Dot, of course. If anyone else tries it though, he'll bite them and yes, this includes Dr. Scratchansniff as well. He may be the closest thing to them as a parental figure (in the 90's show at least), but he's not in the same close knit circle Yakko is in with Wakko and Dot.

His main hobby is drawing, it's his go to coping mechanism if he's not up to cracking a joke(while he's in the watertower) as well.

He needs glasses/wears contacts (ones made specifically for toons I guess)

Prefers reading books over watching anything on TV/electronic devices in general.

If either or both of his siblings can't sleep, he'll sing them a lullaby 💕

Off-set/off-screen/ outside of the recording for animaniacs Yakko usually wears these thick, oversized hoodies, and he will refuse to take it off.

This is because Yakko feels really weird and off when his arms aren't covered(sometimes there is this random phantom ache in his arms that just wont go away until he covers them. It's not like painful, painful, but just really annoying at times.) Even if it's hot as hell outside, he will not take it off. Wakko and Dot usually have to wrestle to get it off him, otherwise Yakko will faint/have a heat stroke. They make a compromise by agreeing to Yakko wearing long sleeves, so long as they're made out of light material.

If he needs caffeine to "wake up" but is too damn tired to do so, Yakko will not hesitate to just straight-up eat pure coffee beans.

Wakko

For anything else, he does not mind eating food with very strong flavors, he actually enjoys spicy food (the spicier, the better), but for cereal they prefer the blandest one. Bland food is comforting to him (also doesnt want his brother to feel bad about not liking a lot of the savory foods he and Dot like)

Doesnt have much of a problem expressing himself. If he genuinely feels bad about something regarding themself, he wont hesitate to go to Yakko (sometimes he'll go to Dot if she happens to be there first, but 95% of the time he'll go to Yakko)

They actually likes being picked up and carried, but only by family and close friends. Any stranger who tries to pick him up will receive angry claw marks to the face.

Main hobby is composing music (instumentals). They will let Yakko or Dot write lyrics if they're feeling sad or bored (or as a sibling bonding activity too)

Favorite TV show is the Looney Tunes (classic cartoons)

He gives comfort to his sibs by just being there for them as a shoulder to cry on.

They don't like having their hat off for an extended period of time often. It's a source of comfort and his way of expressing his identity.

Is the one who usually has to stop Yakko from eating bare coffee beans when he's too tired to actually make coffee.

Dot

She's pretty in the middle when it comes to food.

If it's a minor thing, she'll usually just talk to Wakko about it. If it's something more serious, she'll go to Yakko about it.

She only let's Yakko and Wakko touch her or carry her. Outside of those two, she only let's Dr. Scratchansniff carry her. For anyone else, she will clobber anyone who makes an attempt to do so. She just really hates it when if comes to anyone else.

Main hobbies are sewing and designing clothes. She'll have her siblings model her clothes for her (they are very eager to do so everytime). It provides a good distraction for either Yakko or Wakko if they're down or frustrated about something. It's just super fun.

Really loves (well-made) action movies, it's like her favorite genre of movies.

Gives comfort by providing her siblings with soft materials (like blankets or pillows). She'll drape herself over either of them to provide a comforting pressure.

She expresses herself through her iconic pink skirt and flower scrunchie. Both are her favorite articles of clothing because her siblings were the ones who got them for her. (Yakko sewed the pink skirt; he was the one to teach Dot how to sew 💕)

She's a last resort to stopping Yakko from eating the coffee beans raw.

Original vs. Reboot headcannons

The original 1990's show is more "On-stage", having for educational songs and skits, whereas the 2020 Reboot/revival is more "Off-Stage" with the occasional show skit, hence any inconsistencies with the characters' personalities, especially Yakko.

Both shows take place in the same type of setting as "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" (The idea of cartoons existing as real entities alongside humans; I got a lot of WFRR vibes during Sufferage City with the whole "Cartoon Rights" part especially)

Well that's about as much as I can write for now, I have more headcannons of course, but I found this to be a good place to stop.

These are just my personal headcannons of the Warner Trio, I don't really have any for Pinky and the Brain, but I wanna know what some of your guy's headcannons are for any aspect of the shows!

#asks #anon asks #anon ask #animaniacs #yakko headcannons #animaniacs headcanon #non binary wakko #lengthy response

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ladykissingfish · 3 years

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The Akatsuki as YOUR Boyfriend/Girlfriend (Modern Day) ((Part One))

Deidara -YOU end up asking HIM out first (he wanted to approach you but was scared you wouldn’t be interested) -Self esteem is a bit low; doesn’t even realize that you consider him your boyfriend until you introduce him to someone as such -Had zero experience with relationships before you; had to be taught practically everything ((but luckily for you he was a very fast learner)) -Introduces YOU to everyone with sappy smile and “Yeah that’s her/him/them” -Will literally cry if you praise his artwork -Addicted to having you brush/play with his hair -Favorite gesture of affection: Surprise hugs from behind -God help anybody who puts a frown on your face -Has made you a mixtape for literally every possible occasion -Museum and rock concert dates -Will eat/gush over your cooking even if it’s terrible -Greatest pride: when he sees you wearing his (weird band) hoodies -Your opinion is the only one that matters to him -Likes to make you laugh; you both have a LOT of inside jokes -His friends come up to you every time they see you and beg you not to ever leave him because “you keep him sane” Sasori -Reserved and quiet at first; but once he feels he can trust you, you’ll become his greatest confidante -Lost family at a young age, so once he gives his heart to you, YOU become his family and he’d do anything to keep you safe -Not very physically demonstrative, but the affection he DOES give is soft and tender -Dry, sarcastic sense of humor -Very intelligent; will help you with or teach you just about anything you want to learn -Is always on you about needing to eat healthier so that you live longer -Takes any injury you get (even a simple papercut) very seriously -The jealous type; doesn’t really like sharing you/your time with others -Reads a ton; has more books than you’ve ever seen in one person’s possession, and will often take you on “dates” to bookstores to get more -Hundreds of late-night conversations about life and the world in general -Respects your opinions on art and music but never stops trying to “convert” you to his tastes -Always remembers everything you tell him, even insignificant things -Watching tv or movies together is a pain because he over-analyzes every little detail, even with cartoons and comedies. -His friends think he’s too serious ((boring)) and wonder what it is you see in him Konan -Will defend you against the entire world, even when you’re in the wrong -Looks delicate but can kick ass when necessary -Loves when you give her hand-made gifts but will balk at expensive or store-bought ones -Favorite gesture of affection: cheek-kisses -Soft-spoken and reserved around others, bolder and more aggressive when alone with you -Oragami master; will teach you every fold known to man -Doesn’t like crowds, so dates will mostly be dinner and movies at each other’s houses -Likes body art; will show you ALL of her piercings and tattoos (most of which aren’t visible to the general public) -Experienced some trauma as a kid; uses sarcasm and dark humor as a coping mechanism -Will often fall asleep with entire body wrapped around yours, and stay that way the whole night Obito Uchiha -Extremely self-conscious over his looks, in particular the scarring on his face; takes a while for him to relax and let his guard down around you -Is a sucker for hand-holding and will seek out any and every excuse to hold yours -Cuddle monster -Trusts you enough to tell you things about his past that even his closest friends don’t know -Gets distracted easily, but when focused is a brilliant multi-tasker -ALWAYS shows up late for everything; but the excuses he gives are so creative that you actually look forward to hearing them -Has an eclectic extended family, all of whom love you and will tease him about when he’s going to make you a member of their “clan” -Has a phobia about losing people he loves, so will be aggressively protective over you, even in non-threatening situations -Sweet-tooth alert; this guy goes crazy over any and all forms of candies

or desserts, and will be ready to propose over a perfectly baked cake -Light-weight warning: this guy’s alcohol tolerance is ridiculously low; can only handle 1-2 shots or one beer at max before he hits the floor -Knows many forms of self-defense and will spend time teaching you different techniques Itachi Uchiha -Sweetheart level: 1000000+ -Tends to have very “down” moods; will need your patience and support to pull him through them -A better cook than anyone you’ve ever met; will make you your favorite dishes any time you request him to -Shy about giving or receiving physical affection; will mostly stick to forehead kisses or soft pats on the head -Always puts your wants and desires above his own, going out of his way to make you his number one priority -Remains impressively calm and collected no matter the situation -Has beautiful soft hair; gets really happy and relaxed when you play with it -Family means a great deal to him, so will introduce you to his fairly early-on (and be secretly thrilled when you introduce him to yours) -Always seems to know exactly what you’re thinking/feeling -Quiet and serious most of the time, but can be playful and goofy when alone with you -Not a people-person by any means but will make an effort to be sociable with your friends -When stressed, will call you and keep you talking for hours, because the sound of your voice soothes him Kakuzu -Grumpy but cute -Won’t admit/acknowledge that you’re in a relationship for a very long time -Acts annoyed with the things you do but secretly thinks EVERYTHING you do is adorable -Hyper concerned about finances; will spend copious amounts of time trying to teach you to better budget your money -Lots of “dates” to the grocery store on super-sale weekends -Stingy with affection while you’re awake, but will literally keep his arms around you and hold you the entire night while you sleep -Will always be honest and straightforward with you, even if what he says might hurt your feelings -Will freely tell his friends that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him (but not while you’re around, of course) -Addicted to tv shows like Pawn Stars and Storage Wars; you’ll end up having lots of watching-marathons with him -Unintentionally(?) blunt with the way he talks to others; you have to really work with him on filtering before you introduce him to your friends/family -Will ((VERY RARELY)) bring you your favorite flowers or candy, just to see your face light up in surprise when he gives them to you Zetsu -Nature lover and extremely environmentally conscious -Claims to be “mostly vegetarian” (but you’ve seen him occasionally sneak a burger) -Has two very distinctive personalities; one very goofy and one very serious, and you never quite know which you’re going to get -A master gardener and landscaper; his handiwork has actually been featured on local tv shows and in magazines -Always pops up to see you unexpectedly, and at the most random times -Is a little uncomfortable with showing affection, so will mostly stick with cute nicknames and frequent presents -Very curious nature and will ask you a lot of questions about yourself, but be hesitant to speak much about himself -The two of you don’t really go on “dates”; rather you just spend a lot of time together outdoors: picnics, long walks, etc

#the akatsuki #boyfriend scenarios #deidara #sasori #obito uchiha #itachi uchiha #sasuke uchiha #suigetsu #jugo #karin uzumaki #konan #pein #zetsu #hidan #kakuzu #kisame

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 4.5

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: guns, fighting, shooting, murder (none of the characters!), fluff??, mentions of insecurities

A/N: This takes place AFTER Neville tosses reader off the balcony.

“Alright boss! I’ve got her, toss her down!” Seamus called, arms outstretched. As much as Neville didn’t want to, he knew the safest option was throwing her down to him. Without another thought he placed a kiss on her forehead before flinging her over the balcony.

Neville sighed, smoothing down loose strands of his hair as he watched Seamus run off with her before disappearing into the distance. He wasn’t worried about his ability to protect her. Seamus was more than capable of getting her home safe and sound. He was worried about how she was feeling and whether she’d be too upset with him about it all. Even though he hadn’t lied to her, he wasn’t fully truthful about what his job really was and he was scared that once she realized, she’d leave.

“Well, let’s get to business.” he said to himself before cocking his gun, making his way inside. As soon as he did so a fist came flying his way which he dodged, jabbing his elbow into the crown of the attackers head. He heard a familiar chuckle, looking up to see Ron there, a small cut on his face.

“That was a close one. Your little girlfriend got you distracted, boss?” he asked. Neville’s response was halted due to another challenger which he shot right in the center of the forehead. He felt a movement behind him, turning around he headbutted the guy causing him to collapse to the ground. He turned back to Ron who was wide eyed, a smirk on his face.

“You were saying?” he felt a movement to his side aiming his gun but quickly lowering it when he saw it was Fred. He was kneeling by the guys who were either dead or passed out, taking the money from their wallets. Neville rolled his eyes, kicking him in the rear which caused him to fall over. “You still do that? What is the point in that, you make more than enough money!”

Fred stood up shrugging as he brushed himself off. “It’s a tradition! We did it on our first ever mission and I’ll do it to the end.” He held up his hands, flashing the fifties and hundreds. “Plus it never hurts to have pocket change.”

“Whatever. Where’s George?” his answer questioned itself as he heard a familiar hyena like laugh combined with the a round of rapid gunshots. “Nevermind. You and George take the basement. I’ve got Blaise searching the more obscure areas. Ron, I’ll stay with you down here. Any questions?” they all shook their heads and he nodded before beginning to walk off. “What’re you doing then? Let’s go!”

So far, everything had been going quite successful. After taking out the majority of the men, they found the ones who were in charge of the missing shipment. They clearly weren’t the ones in charge, he assumed them to be two lower rank goons trying to make their ranks up to whatever rich family they were employed to.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Who the fuck are you working for?” he asked the guy through gritted teeth, gripping at his jaw harshly. The two men had been refusing to speak since they had been tied up, resulting in them being bestowed a plethora of bruises, cuts, and wounds. Near there feet were a few teeth covered in the remains of their own blood. “No? Okay how about this one then, where is the shipment?” he growled out. The two men continued to look back and forth, scared out of their mind. Neville shrugged, standing up as straight. He shot a look to Ron who snapped his fingers causing one of their men to open the door. In they brought in one of the few enemy men who hadn’t been beaten, killed, or escaped. Without hesitating Neville pulled the trigger, blood splattering on the wall. The men in the chairs jumped, loud sobs and pleas leaving their mind.

The mob boss laughed, walking around them in a circle. He held the gun to the back of the one on the lefts head. “You know, I could take your life just like I did his. I’ve got zero fucks and an insanely bad temper so if you wanna push your luck, so be it.” He trailed the gun over to the side of the man’s head as he leaned down closer to him. “But just know it will cost you your fucking life. I don’t have time for games and your existence just so happens to be one.” the man stuttered, not really saying any real words as he tried to stay still as possible. He removed his gun from that man’s head, putting it on his partners. “Or you? You look weaker than him so why don’t you go ahead and spill?” he felt a puddle at his feet, noticing the guy had completely pissed himself. He grimaced, growling as he dug the gun deeper into his head. “ Your in real deep shit now so I suggest you start speaking.”

“I-it was the Livingstons! They heard about the shipment that was gonna be leaving and told us to do something about it! They sent us all as a warning to tell yous all to step off!” he wailed, his partner nodding frantically from beside him. “We ain’t toss it in no water or nothing! It’s at Belmont pier on the corner of Demona Drive!” Neville hummed in content, pulling the gun away from his head. The men relaxed, sighing in relief. Little did they know, Neville was not being so kind tonight. He was tired and worst of all, they had ripped him away from his flower. Sure it wasn’t directly their fault, but still held some of the responsibility.

“See? Now was that too hard fellas?” he said, taking a seat in the large chair behind the desk in the room. He sighed, a fake pout making its way onto his face. “Unfortunately for you though, you’ve wasted hours of my time and messed up my Givenchy’s. Harry, bring in the twins. I’ve got better places to be. Ron get the car and bring it around front.”

“Th-the twins?! Who are the twins?” he smirked, not turning around as he reached the door.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough. Probably the last thing you’ll see actually. Blaise, Draco. Let’s go.” he said as they all walked out the room, the twins taking their place. As they walked towards the entrance the sounds of screams could be heard from the room.

“I’ve gotta go get something real quick boss, I’ll be right back.” Draco said before running off towards the stairs. Blaise chuckled some, shaking his head as he nudged Neville.

“That was harsh, even for you boss.” he said, opening the car door for the man as he slid in next to him. Neville took out a blunt from his pocket, sparking it. He took a large hit before passing it to Blaise, looking out the window. “Guessing it has something to do with your girl waiting at home?”

“More or less. I just wanna make sure she’s alright. I-I know she’s in good hands but I can’t help to worry. She’s sensitive, you know?” Blaise nodded along, patting the man on the leg.

“I’m sure she’s fine. We’ll be home shortly.” with that, the car door opened once more a giggling Twyla hopping in with Draco who’s face was covered in lipstick.

“That was amazing! I can’t believe you guys get to do that all the time!” she exclaimed, snatching the blunt from Blaise’s hands. Draco tightened his grip on her waist as the car began moving again. Blaise laughed some too, relaxing into his seat.

“Yeah you were a natural out there! Perhaps you’ll consider joi-”

“No absolutely not.” Draco spoke up, taking the blunt from the girl as she stuck it between his lips. He let out a puff, coughing some as he glared at Blaise. She awwed at him, ruffling his hair.

“Aww you care about me? That’s so sweet! But for your information, I wasn’t going to say yes. I enjoy watching the action more than I like being apart of it!” Draco relaxed some, letting out a deep sigh. Neville couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they had. Once Harry was in, he told Ron to floor it which he did.

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When he got to the manor, he went up to his room opening it to see the girl wasn’t in there.

“I figured you’d want me to put her in another room.” Seamus said, startling him. He turned around yawning as he gave him a tired smile.

“Yeah, thanks. I think she’d appreciate her. Is she in the room down the hall from mine?” once Seamus nodded, he walked out of his room heading to down the hall. Once he got there, he smiled at the sight. Twyla had taken the liberty of changing her out of her dress but in her drunken state, forgotten to tuck her in. Lifting her up, he pulled back the silk sheets before tucking her in, pecking her forehead. Neville couldn’t help to smile, she was absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t wait till the day he’d get to wake up next to her, finding her fast asleep in his arms.

‘It wouldn’t help to lie here for a bit, would it?’ he thought to himself. He didn’t plan on staying the night in her room. She had only had her first kiss earlier in the night, a step like this would be sure to make her a bit overwhelmed, especially waking up in a new place. He slid in next to her, letting out a soft groan at the softness of the bed. (Y/n) mumbled something in her sleep, scooting closer to the man, nuzzling her head into his chest. He felt his heart swell. She was too adorable for his own good, every time he looked at her he just wanted to ruin her. Carding his fingers through her hair, he yawned taking a long blink.

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Neville jolted awake, looking at the analog alarm clock on the side table. 3:30 AM. “Shit.” he mumbled, looking down to see the (h/c) haired girl was still there. He began to slide out the bed, placing a pillow where he was once lying. He grinned softly, brushing her hair out of her face as she snuggled into it. He was glad she was sleeping so well. Neville had worried that the girl would have trouble adapting to everything but to his luck, she was doing just fine.

Closing the door gently, he sighed before making his way back to the room, throwing himself on the Alaska king bed.

“One day.”

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tamcitrus · 3 years

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Love days.

pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem. reader

genre: fluff, romantic

words: 1.7 k

warnings: none

tam’s notes: a little late but finally my HQC collab piece is here! It’s been a while since I wrote for the last time so maybe this isn’t my best work but I like it! I think it’s cheesy and cute. And I love Kuroo so much. I’d marry him without hesitation.

You can find all the “Say You Love Me” collab pieces here!

You and Kuroo were the most popular pair of teacher assistants in all Tokyo University. Every young man and woman studying chemistry knew about this pair of handsome and -also- youngs T.A. that had this big organic chemistry class. The whole point people choose this class sometimes was to see them.

“You have to do this here,” Kuroo said as he took the pencil from the girl’s hand “and this one comes here.”

The girl was looking more at Kuroo’s face than to the clear and simple explanation he was giving for the exercise.

“Do you think you can do the next one alone?” you said and she was startled.

“Yes! Thank you,” she smiled at Kuroo and left to his seat.

“Kids these days have no shame, I see,” you whisper to him.

“She really didn’t get it,” Tetsuro said while he checked his phone. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“Tonight? It’s tuesday,” you said as you got up to check on another student that needed help.

Kuroo followed you with his eyes all the way. Maybe this is the reason there’s so many rumours about us, he thought. Still, he never stopped looking at you.

“Yeah and it’s Valentine’s day,” he said when you were back by his side.

“Oh...” you answered.

Of course you knew what day it was.

“I’m going to Bokuto’s house, we’re having dinner there if you want to come,” he smiled.

“Awesome, I’ll be there,” you smiled.

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“Are you still waiting for a confession?” Bokuto crashed by your side on the floor and offered you his drink.

“What do you mean?” you said and he looked at you with a straight face. “Am I that obvious?”

“Well no, but he’s my best friend and I pay attention here and there…” he laughed.

Bokuto was the only person in Kuroo’s friend group that you could talk to as if you knew him your whole life.

“Sometimes if you want things done you have to do it yourself,” he added.

“You sound like my dad.”

He laughed out loud and you saw Kuroo turn around to look at you so you smiled at him. He smiled back and kept playing some weird game with Kenma and Akaashi.

“You look like you want to punch Bokuto,” Akaashi commented. “Why don’t you just…?”

“I already told him,” Kenma interrupted. “He swears it’s not like that.”

“I’m talking from personal experience,” Keiji insisted. “Just go and say that you love her. It makes zero sense for you to be jealous of Bokuto.”

“She might not know he’s dating you…” he tried to excuse himself.

But Akaashi was right. Bokuto was not interested in you so why did he feel the need to go and interrupt whatever conversation you two were having?

Maybe it was the fact that you were so far his only friend in university. What would he do if he ruined that? If suddenly he lost the only person that understood him and he could talk to? From the first year until now that you two almost graduated, you were always there. When he decided to join the volleyball team you started going to every game even when you were not interested in volleyball. And he did the same, he was there with every new thing you wanted to try. Makeup artist? He would sit and let you practice with him. Writer? He read every single thing you tried. Sports? He would make you train with him so you didn’t get bored. And then you found dance, you liked it and you were really good at it, he could watch you dance for hours.

“Hey, I’ll get going,” you said as you tapped his shoulder. “Bokuto will go with me to the bus stop.”

“No, I’ll take you home, it’s faster in the car,” he said as he grabbed his keys. “I’ll be right back, guys.”

“I don’t want to interrupt your night…”

“It’s ok, y/n,” he smiled. “Let’s go.”

“Thanks for taking me home,” you said as you stood out of the car by the driver window. “You didn’t have to.”

“I just wanted to make sure you made it home safe,” he smiled. “See you in class tomorrow?”

“Yes. Get some sleep because if you fall asleep I won't lend you my notes,” you joked. You bent down while he was laughing and kissed his cheek. “Good night!”

He was frozen for a second until you closed the door of your building. He drove back slowly. He couldn’t stop thinking of that little gesture the whole night.

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Kuroo: Hey I didn't see you in class today. you ok?

y/n: I think i caught some virus or some shit. not feeling well.

Kuroo: do you want me to take my notes to you?

y/n: i think i’ll be off the rest of the week, wanna come on saturday?

Kuroo: ok i’ll be there, if u need anything just text me

You took your cellphone to your chest after reading his message. Your face felt hot and you couldn’t tell if it was the fever attacking again or just Kuroo.

Sometimes if you want things done you have to do it yourself. You kept thinking about what Bokuto said. He also swore to you that Kuroo felt the same way you did but he was too stubborn to admit it.

Maybe this cold, virus or whatever had come at the right time. You needed a few days to think of what you felt and what you wanted to do. When you faced the fact that you couldn’t do a proper confession, you opted for leaving little bread crumbs and hoped that Kuroo found the way.

It started in a shy and simple way. On saturday when he went by to give you the notes for the week, you bought him chocolate. What’s better than chocolate to tell someone you have feelings for them?

“What's this for?” he smiled.

“Nothing special,” you lied. “Just wanted to thank you.”

“Thank you,” he repeated and giggled. “I could use some coffee to drink with this. We can share it.”

“Sure.”

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Next week, it was flowers.

“Do you know something about the meaning of flowers?” you asked.

“Out of nowhere?” Tetsuro said. You nodded and he took a minute to answer. “My grandma used to make flower arrangements, so I might remember something.”

“That’s cool.”

Two days later you gifted him tulips.

“What’s this?”

“I bought some plants and flowers for my apartment but I got too much, so…” you lied.

“What's the meaning of tulips?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed. Another lie. “You said you knew.”

Declaration of love. That was the meaning. And you hoped he would ask someone for it if he really didn’t know.

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Two weeks after the chocolate, it was dinner outside.

“Since we passed this class, why don’t we go out to celebrate? I’ll pay.”

“That sounds good,” he smiled at you. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

“Ok, I’ll choose a place and text you later,” you said as you walked to the only class you didn’t share. “See you tomorrow!”

“This is a nice place, y/n. Too nice I’d say,” Kuroo said as you waited for your food.

“We never go to too nice places,” you giggled. “It’s good for a change.”

“I’m not letting you pay for everything,” he said. He had his chin resting over his hand as he looked at you.

“Shush, I said I’ll pay. Next time you can invite me,” you offered.

“This looks like a date place,” he casually commented.

“Yes, it kinda does,” you agreed.

“You’re blushing,” he said with a smug smile.

“Shut up and eat.”

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Three weeks after the chocolate situation it was also white day. You’d been giving hints for almost a month and decided today was the final day. It was cliche but you didn't care. And at this point you just wanted to know if you really had a chance or not.

“Hey, did something happen? You never call me,” you heard Kuroo’s voice on the other end of the line.

“No, sorry! Don’t worry. I just wanted to know if you can meet me at the cafe we always go to near uni?”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes?”

“I’m walking there,” he said and hung up.

You waited for him at a table far away from the others, on a quiet corner. There was a flower bouquet on the table and two coffees.

“I already ordered,” you said when he arrived.

“You’re starting to worry me. You’re acting weird. Is everything ok?” he didn’t understand what was happening.

“This is for you,” you said and smiled.

Kuroo received the bouquet in silence. And then the biggest smile appeared on his face.

“Roses… do you know what these mean?”

“Do you?” you asked back.

“Love.”

“Oh, so you finally get the message,” you took a sip of your iced coffee before you kept talking. “I’ve been doing these little things for a month and you never said anything so I was getting really worried, you know? My mind never stops working, you know that. And I really wanted to know what you think because if you don’t feel the same that’s fine and if you-”

“I love you,” he interrupted your nervous rambling.

You blinked and tried to process what he said.

“I love you, y/n,” he repeated.

“I’ve been waiting to hear that since valentine’s day,” you laughed. “I love you too.”

“This is why you’ve been giving me all those gifts?”

“I thought you would get it sooner!”

“I did… but I thought it was a misunderstanding…”

“Oh my god, we’re supposed to be smart!” you felt shy all of a sudden.

“Love is not logic so I think we’re still smart, honey,” Kuroo smiled.

“So, do you want to date me? Like… officially, let’s be a couple,” you giggled. This wasn’t the most usual love confession but it still worked.

“Of course I want,” he answered.

“Awesome,” you said.

He took a rose out of the bouquet and walked to your side. He bent down to leave the flower on your lap and you looked at him without moving. You saw him licking his lips and then he kissed you. You smiled in the kiss and caressed his cheek with your hand. He took a step back when he heard some girls giggling as they walked to a table near you.

“We should go to put this on water when we finish our coffee,” he said looking at the flowers.

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go wherever you want,” you smiled.

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tarithenurse · 4 years

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Stolen - 22

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: Jealousy, awkwardness, circumventing the truth, shift in emotions, still pining. A/N: Not my best writing, so have some HUGS as compensation! Remember to be kind to yourself. Ask or reblog for tag ;)

22. Cruci-fiction in Space

... Loki ...

Nearly a week has passed where the mortal has either studied theoretical magic or been wandering around the palace with her "servant" in tow in the hope of establishing a sense of direction. Hopefully soon, she can roam freely in search of socialization which in turn will result in information and allies.

Today, they're sitting in one of the gardens, [Y/N] with a heavy book in lap and furrowed brows while Loki simply enjoys the smell of the grass as they sit side by side on the bench. Odd, he muses, to be comfortable with someone in silence like this. As much as it entertains the Jotun to tease the woman – and as much as he lusts for her – it seems impossible to ever tire simply of watching her. He finds her breathtaking in the candlelight as she sits and talks about her new knowledge, and she is stunning now as the sun highlights an infinity of shades in her hair and the eyes squint towards the written pages. Sometimes, the plump lips free a mumble (most often a foreign word), capturing Loki's attention and binding it.

"Ah, here you are, lady [Y/N]!"

The loud interruption startles the lady in question but she smiles as soon as Fandral emerges from behind a lilac bush, carelessly breaking a cluster of flowers off to present her with. Gah! Sickening. But of course the Midgardian plays her part and inhales the sweet scent.

"Have you been searching for me, lord Fandral?"

"My entire life."

Groooaaaan! Playing the silent part, Loki has to bite his cheek from betraying his thoughts.

"Prince Thor has returned to Asgard," the blond man explains, "which means there will be a grand feast tonight his lengthy absence...I was hoping you would accompany me?"

She will not!

"Gladly." [Y/N]'s smile hasn't wavered for a second since the suitor's arrival. "Only...I must have completed this chapter before then..."

"Say no more! I shall leave you to your studies, happy with the promise you have given me."

Yes, run away, scoundrel! Oh, Loki hates not being free to go in his old friend's stead and the burning jealousy has no relation to the reason for the feast. But for the Warriors Three to side with our cause...I'll suffer through it.

... Reader ...

You have to admit: it feels amazing to have a man straight up woo you like in the romance novels you sometimes used to read. It's flattering. And a welcome distraction considering your life has turned into a tight rope act.

It's with your nerves on the sleeves, you enter the great hall and the cacophony of merriment – even if dinner isn't served yet, most Asgardians have already found something to drink and constantly do so to each others' health when they meet friends or at least anyone they care enough about – above all of which a new voice booms. Zeroing in on the sound, you spot Thor next to Fandral and the rest of Sif’s gang.

Unsure what to do, you take your time weaving between people before you halt a good ten yards away. I could...or maaaybe...but if I walk over...nah...The train of thought isn't exactly coherent as you silently debate what to do. Sif, Volstag, well all of them have become sort of acquaintances over the course of the week you've stayed in Valhalla and you wouldn't hesitate interrupting them if need be. But now? That's Loki's brother. And you don't believe the God of Mischief when he claims he "has no care" or says "he is and never was my brother". If only they could get a chance to talk...oh.

Sudden inspiration spurs you on and with head held high you march straight up to Fandral. "This time I found you first, my lord."

"Lucky me!"

Perhaps the sensation of Thor scrutinizing your face is pure imagination at first, still the moment you’re officially introduced to him, those blue eyes light up with understanding and he grabs your shoulders so suddenly your knees almost buckle.

“[Y/N]! From New York? I knew it!” Whether or not you’re supposed to answer remains a mystery as he pulls you into a rib-crunching hug. “Lady Aïsha came to us, claiming my br-Loki had abducted you, but we had nothing but her word to go on...no clue where he would have taken you if it were true...”

Managing to tap out of the muscular arms, a sharp edge of guilt burns through you at the idea of your neighbour having gone to the Avengers for help. And getting none. Last you saw her, she’d been soaked in her own blood on your living room floor. Alive, yes, and most likely traumatized after having been killed by a god and resurrected by a supposedly normal girl.

“How is she?”

“Aïsha? Fine. Mr. Stark saw to it that she was given the assistance needed.” The prince’s brows wrinkle as he look you over (slightly crumbled now but obviously in good condition). “And I find you in good health, even studying the arts of magic under my dear mother’s tutelage...how have you come to be here?”

Thor is not the only one staring at you for answers, and you don’t really blame Fandral or his friends as you haven’t exactly told them where you come from. Sif glares with obvious distrust while the men, in particular the blond admirer, seem curious more than anything else.

Use the truth. “Loki had hoped to use my abilities in some scheme or other...” You allow a sigh to underline the past tense. “But...as it turns out, I wasn’t able to do that and he left...at least he didn’t kill me. Since then, I’ve tried to make my way to safety and I consider myself lucky to have wound up here.��

“And I have it on good authority lady [Y/N] is excelling at her studies,” Fandral beams, fingers carefully skimming your back.

Any hope of getting to talk with Thor about his brother or events back on Earth are quickly dashed as the prince is called away, his attention constantly shifting as noble Asgardians nearly stand in line for a chat or whatever semi-immortals do.

The four friends carry on their usual partying with only a few odd questions about your past interspersed through the conversation. Fandral lets no opportunity slip by to court you, his hands often straying to brush away stray hairs from your cheek or simply touch your arm, shoulder, or back which sends uncomfortable shiver running along your spine.

It’s possibly the longest feast in history (at least as far as you know). Unable to relax, and forgoing the sweet mead, you’re grateful when it finally becomes late enough for you to say goodnight without coming off as rude.

“Allow me to walk you to your chambers, m’lady.” Fandral is already on his feet, offering a hand to help you up.

Ugh, no, not now. “That’s very kind...though I do believe I need some solitude.” Four pairs of eyes bore into you, silently demanding justifications for the wish. “A lot is on my mind...speaking with Prince Thor has brought back memories...”

“Say no more, sweetling,” Fandral’s assurances nearly make you gag, “but know that if ever an open heart or a listening ear is what you need: I’m there.”

Sif actually rolls her eyes behind his back. Maybe I can get her sympathy that way? Rather than commit to anything, though, you say goodnight once more and finally extract yourself from the noisy hall.

It’s blissfully quiet in the halls of Valhalla. Here and there, a guard dressed in the pompous, golden armour – Loki keeps calling them Einherjar – stands in brooding silence. They don’t interfere anymore after Queen Frigga officially welcomed you to the court and as extension placed you under their protection.

I’m like a princess in a fairy tale.

Almost magically, you’ve managed to recover a good mood by the time you close the chamber door behind you. Then you turn and find Loki standing, glaring at you with his arms crossed and red shimmer in the perfect eye.

Pulling back the lips to reveal white teeth, he sneers, “Enjoying the company tonight?”

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intelligentdumbass · 4 years

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My Sweet Prince

It was a morning like any other, or at least, it was supposed to be.

Hyacinthus had set off with his dogs to go hunt in the nearby forest, but the trees were silent; not a single prey in sight. Wondering where they had all gone, he trekked deep into the woods until at last, the silence broke. However, it wasn’t because of the roar of a bear, the trot of a deer or the howl of a wolf. Rather it was a song, but the voice was not of a bird’s. He had walked into a small clearing, and wow was it a sight to behold.

In the middle, there was what he perceived to be a young maiden strumming on their cithara; their golden hair shimmering under the sunlight. A wide range of animals sat around them, eagerly listening to every note, and so did he and his hounds. Hyacinthus couldn’t help but stare, he was entranced.

Eventually, the musician had noticed his arrival, and the music stopped, but before they could speak, Hyacinthus snapped out of it and spoke first.

“I’m sorry miss, but who the hell are you?” He slowly approached, cautious of all the critters around them. “What in Zeus’ name is a lass like you doing here, playing in the outskirts of my kingdom?”

The stranger raised an eyebrow, but decided to play along. “Nothing, just bored and passing the time with my lyre.”

“Ah. I assume your father’s somewhere close by, then.” He looks around, but they only laughed in response.

“Oh no, I came here to have some me time with myself.”

“Wait, myself?!” Hyacinthus seems dismayed. “No one accompanied you here?! Not even a brother, cousin, or a friend?”

They shook their head; he frowned.

“Look, it’s not safe to be all alone out here. As a prince, it is my duty to protect you-”

Unfortunately, it was at that moment that he had accidentally stepped on the tail of a sleeping lion, causing it to wake up and it looked very pissed. Luckily, a silver arrow had rushed by; just barely missing the prince and piercing the cat’s heart. The rest of the animals took this as a sign to scram.

Hyacinthus blinked, and looked back at the musician, who was still sitting down on the ground, unfazed. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to the archer god before speaking up again.

“See! I think it is best we get out of here.” He reaches out, offering his hand for them to stand up. The stranger only sighed when they realized that the mortal didn’t put two and two together.

Before he knew it, Hyacinthus felt someone’s fist punch him square in the face, causing him to stagger back. It was then that the stranger spoke again, except they sounded very different this time.

“What is it with people thinking I’m some sort of forest nymph or mortal maiden?”

Hyacinthus froze; their voice was much lower than he remembered. Gazing into their sapphire eyes, he suddenly understood. The being that stood in front of him was no mere mortal. He hastily tried to get his shit together, smiling in embarrassment.

“A-” “Apologies my lord. I suppose you’re just… that enchanting.”

“Oh?” The god raised an eyebrow, his mood slowly shifting when his instincts told him that he was telling the truth; it wasn’t merely empty flattery. “Why, thank you.” He scanned the boy from head to toe. “I suppose you’re not that bad yourself.”

“Oh, um, well of course! I’m Sparta’s heir after all!” He proudly exclaimed. “Still though, I am, uh, terribly sorry for interrupting your song.”

“No need to apologize for that.” Apollo sat down, and placed the cithara back on his lap. “In fact, you’re welcome to stay if you want. I won’t mind.”

“I thought you said you wanted some time alone?”

“Away from the other gods, I mean.”

Hyacinthus was reluctant, but as the immortal started to strum on his lyre, the offer was tempting; even his dogs seemed like they wanted to listen. He did have nothing else to do.

“…alright, only for a bit, if that’s really okay with you my lord-”

“Please, just call me Apollo.”

Unbeknownst to Hyacinthus a ‘bit’ was quite an understatement, for while listening to the god’s music it was as if time itself ceased to exist.

Now the sun was setting, and the prince had already left to go back to the palace; Apollo choosing to remain in the clearing. It was then that the west wind had materialized before him.

“I was just passing by, so here’s a quick tip.” Zephyr murmured. “If I were you, I’d try not to spend too much time with him. He’s already caught the eye of two other gods and one mortal.”

“And you’re telling me this because?” Apollo couldn’t help but have a sympathetic smile.

“…what’s with that look?”

“Well, my friend, it’s a little too late for that advice. He had already invited me to go out hunting with him.”

Zephyr frowned as he fizzled out into thin air.

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On the day of their hunt, as expected, it had gone exceptionally well. However, Apollo wasn’t the only one that had his gaze fixed on his new friend. Even as they ran through the trees, he could sense the eyes of someone else, but who could blame them? The mortal was a fit and handsome young man that much was obvious. Plus, in the short interactions that they’ve had in the week before this, the prince was quite the charmer; his banter witty and entertaining. Still, he was curious. So, when they had stopped to take a break, he asked him this,

“Has anyone ever made a move on you before?”

Hyacinthus froze. He was sitting on the ground next to him, and was about to try subtly holding his hand. “At least three other men have, but I’ve rejected them all.” He realized what that sentence might’ve implied. “That isn’t to say I’m only into women though!”

Apollo laughs. “I suppose you merely haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Who knows, perhaps I already have.” Hyacinthus beamed. “Do you know why?”

“Because I’m smart, talented, and very hot?”

“Maybe.” He inched closer. “But it’s also because of your smile, or rather, how you smile.”

The god was a little flustered, and couldn’t help but give that signature dazzling grin; thus further proving Hyacinthus’ point. Before he knew it, the prince had already leaned in, a hand holding his chin; faintly muttering something under his breath.

“May I?”

Apollo answered it with a kiss.

Thus was how they met; the beginning of the tale of the golden god and the Spartan prince.

And it didn’t take long for the news to spread.

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Everyone was just going about on their daily routine when Hyacinthus had showed up to his training with hundreds of flowers intricately woven into his hair. The soldiers were too scared to comment, but Thamyris wasn’t.

“Okay, what in the actual fuck?”

“Short version is, I fell asleep during the break after the hunting trip, so now there are a bunch of flowers in my hair.”

“Out of all of your suitors, you chose a god; hell, not just that, one of the fucking Olympians.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Marpessa wouldn’t.”

Hyacinthus sighed. “Look, we all have our own preferences. I’m dating him and that’s final.” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

“As if.” He turned around, about to leave; probably going to hang out with Marsyas. “Just don’t come back crying to me when shit goes downhill.”

The prince just ignored him, or at least he tried to. His words were awfully persistent.

A few days later, among the immortals, Hermes was one of the first to discover.

“Oh and Hermes,” Zeus said, when he saw his son enter the room. “If you happen to run into Apollo, please, tell him we need to talk.”

“Is it urgent?”

“…just tell him to come to me whenever he’s free.”

So that’s what he did, flying as swift as a morning breeze until he stopped in front of the studio’s door. He carefully pushed it open, but despite being the lord of communication, he couldn’t utter a single word.

It was late in the evening, and his brother wasn’t alone.

Apollo was sitting down writing notes on a scroll, most likely for researching purposes, and behind him was a mortal curiously peering over his shoulder. Then the boy moved closer, and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist; tenderly whispering sweet nothings into his ear. To Hermes’ surprise, Apollo allowed him to pry him away from his work with zero complaints.

At this point, he just slowly closed the door. His message can wait. Meanwhile, the two lovers hadn’t noticed a thing.

However, now Thamyris wasn’t the only one with a complaint.

Hyacinthus was sitting under a cypress tree; trying to practice playing on the lyre his lover gifted him, when the breeze whispered into his ear.

“Look at it.” He said. “Your reflection in the water.”

The prince raised an eyebrow, but he glanced into the stream in front of him anyway. The top of his head was adorned with all sorts of flowers, no doubt due to the breath of the west wind.

“Hm… I think I liked it better when Apollo did it.”

Zephyr frowned; materializing seated down on his left.

“You’re not giving me a chance-”

“Except he already did.” Apollo sighed, suddenly appearing on Hyacinthus’ right. “For fates’ sake, take a hint and go blow someone else.”

The other god glared, but gave in, once more disappearing into the wind.

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Days turned into weeks and months of bliss. Now that isn’t to say that they didn’t have their own little problems of their own, but what did it matter?

“Those laurel wreaths you wear; they mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

“Well, of course; there are many reasons as to why I care about them, one of them being that they remind me of something I shouldn’t ever forget because I don’t want to make a mistake like that ever again.”

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he continued.

“Hyacinthus?”

“Yeah?”

“Never doubt my feelings for you, okay?”

“I never did.”

“…even so, you really must know that, because of you, right now is the best I’ve ever felt in literal decades.”

“Oh don’t flatter me, sunshine.”

“You know I can’t lie. So really, trust me when I say that I’m here to stay.”

Hyacinthus’ eyes darted around the room while the god’s head rested on his lap; the prince’s fingers twirling around in his golden locks. The floor was littered with paintings and marble statues of varying shapes and sizes scattered all over.

“Something caught your eye?” Apollo said as he saw his boyfriend look at a painting of Crete. “You can take one of them home if you’d like.”

“Oh-” “Oh no it’s fine, really! I was just… enjoying the scenery.”

“Hm, you know I could just take you there myself, right? Oooooh, imagine! A tour around Greece with yours truly.”

Hyacinthus smiled. His gaze shifted from a painting of Delphi to some art work of Leto, then Artemis, then Zeus, Athena and the rest of the other heavenly gods. What he stared at the most though, were the ones next to those paintings of the Muses and the Thriae.

The names were many, Admetus, Cyrene, Branchus, Hecuba, Helenus… then there was Cassandra, Daphne, and an unfinished Coronis, and as he continued to look, the prince could’ve sworn he felt the god gently squeeze his hand.

“Everything alright, Apollo?”

The god smiled. “I’m just… tired.”

The prince leaned in to give him a small kiss. “Well, just remember that, whatever happens, I’m not going to run away.”

And he really didn’t, or at least, not willingly, but you already knew that, didn’t you?

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Two years, or at least, about two years, their laughter almost lasted for about two years.

“Athena, Apollo still hasn’t showed up for the talk.”

“Father, just give him a little more time. He’ll come eventually. On the bright side, at least he seems to be faring much better now.”

“I know, I know… but he’s neglecting his duties.” He sighed. “When was the last time you saw him walk into Olympus?”

“Fear not my lord.” His messenger, the west wind, suddenly exclaimed. “He’s already here.”

And indeed he was, fingers dripping with crimson red; purple petals falling out of his hair.

Zephyr couldn’t help but have a sympathetic smile. “You’re welcome.”

Ai, ai, ai…

…

It was a morning like any other, or at least, it was supposed to be.

Hyacinthus loved to spar. The god was a fierce opponent and he could never truly win, but man did he love seeing him panting and drenched in sweat. Another favorite sport of his was the throwing of the discus; he especially loved to try to run and catch it once his lover had sent it hurling into the air.

Crack

Apollo could’ve sworn that sound had echoed across the fields. Before he knew it, cradled in his arms was the stem of a poor flower that had broke its neck; all due to the breath of the west wind. All of his knowledge in the arts of healing was useless; by the time he tried it was already too late. So he just, sat there until a concerned Artemis tried dragging him back over to Leto in Delos, but he unknowingly slipped away.

It was like time itself ceased to exist.

Ai, ai, ai…

…

It was an interesting sight to see. Apollo had a blank look in his eyes and Athena was standing in his way; Zephyr a little further down the hall behind her, curiously peaking over the corner.

“Athena, move.”

“Apollo,” The goddess was perfectly calm. “Father has already retired him as his personal messenger, and he is now going to serve under Eros to repent for the very stupid thing he did in ‘the name of love’.”

“It’s not enough-”

“I know, and it’s never going to be enough.” Then she muttered. “Look, what happened with Pallas was much more justifiable than what this idiot wind bag did and even then, even if it was our father, to this day a tiny part of me is still pissed even if I knew he did it because he was worried about me.”

For a moment, the god was quiet. “Zephyr isn’t nearly as important.”

“But still crucial enough; I think it’d be best if we didn’t lose the west wind. Listen to your head, you know this isn’t worth it; it’s never going to be worth it.”

After a few seconds of silence, in the blink of an eye, Apollo was gone.

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Olympus’ garden was huge; its depths filled with paths most don’t even know of. It was here the two gods sat down on top of a small hill, right in front of a giant crevice that overlooked all of their creations.

“I really am unreasonable, aren’t I, Hermes? Crying over beings much lesser than myself…”

“You had your eyes and heart set upon a mortal, so I guess it does sound foolish to grieve over their mortality but… I think we’re all a little unreasonable sometimes.” His friend paused for a moment, to think. “Is there anything you want to say? To Hyacinthus, I mean, when I guide him down to Hades.”

“…”

“If we should ever meet again

No matter how long the wait

No matter how many lifetimes it takes

My arms will be glad to welcome you in an embrace

Until then, just know

That even when man has forgotten my face

And I roam the world as nothing but a shade

Your memory will continue, forever living on

In all the flowers that the earth will cover itself, bearing your name

Goodnight, my sweet prince”

#Apollo #Hyacinthus #hyacinth #hyapollo #greek gods #greek mythology #Thanks to some peeps in discord for the hcs #MyWritingShit

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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Apology Flowers (Indruck)

@cyborgrabbit requested 63 from the meet uglies: “sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the “[person] is [attractive] enough to warrant flower theft” and I’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard.” They added, “If it wasn't a personal Garden but like a large private/public outdoor Garden that Duck was the main care giver for he absolutely would verbally attack anyone who touched his flowers”

Indrid considers the plants before him carefully; he wants variety, but he also wants flowers that fit the occasion and the setting. Roses would be nice, but as a human he can’t get them off the plant easily. He needs his mandibles for that.

He picks snapdragons, some lilies, some foxglove, and a smattering of pink and orange blossoms he can’t quite identify, wrapping them all in one big bouquet in a few sheets of USA Today. He’s so busy preparing himself for the hour ahead that he misses a change in the future and the figure stepping around the bushes.

“Hey man, you know you ain’t supposed to pick those, right?”

He whirls, ill-gotten blossoms clutched to his chest.

“I, ah, I, yes, I, I am aware it is frowned upon in a public garden but none of the ones in the store quite, ah, suited my needs.”

The man, clearly an employee, crosses his arms, “so you decided to take some from the botanical gardens?”

“Yes. You have so may, I assumed a few would not be missed.”

“Maybe they wouldn’t, but if everyone gets it into their heads to take just a few, suddenly whole chunks of the garden are missing and all our hard work is for nothin’. Besides, average folks can’t tell the difference between a common plant that’s easy to replace and one that was a pain in the ass to grow.” He doesn’t sound angry so much as tired, as if he’s had this conversation dozens of times.

“I see your point. I, ah, I can’t really put them back though. May I keep these?”

The man smirks, “sure thing. I’m comin’ with you though. I wanna see if the person you’re given ‘em too is good-lookin enough to warrant flower theft.”

Indrid has zero desire to admit where he’s actually going.

“Ah, but, you are clearly at work. And I’m in a hurry.”

“Lucky for you I just got off and can walk pretty fast.”

Indrid sighs, defeated, “Very well. And no need to walk, I have a car.”

The man follows him to the little sedan he’s been towing behind the ‘Bago. Indrid opens the doors, pausing before he gets in, “are you certain you wish to come with me, Duck Newton? It’s not going to be very entertaining.”

“I’m sure. And how’d you know my name?”

“Name-tag.” Indrid replies automatically, hoping the man is actually wearing one.

Duck shrugs, and climbs into the car. As Indrid turns onto the main road, the gardener asks, “you been to Point Pleasant before?”

“A few times.”

“You got family here?”

“No. My family lives rather far away. Ah, what about you?” His distracted state is a blessing, as it keeps him from accidentally saying Duck’s words along with him.

“I’m from Kepler originally, moved out here for this job. Uh-” Duck turns, looking back at the arch they just drove under, “you sure we’re goin’ the right way?”

“Yes.” He says tightly, pulling into the cemetery parking lot.

“Fuuck” Duck groans, smacking a hand onto his face in embarrassment, “why didn’t you tell me those were for this? Woulda eased up on you a little.”

“I wasn’t sure how to explain it.” He opens the door, “will you be joining me, or do you wish to wait here?”

“I’ll come help you pay your respects, seems the polite thing to do.”

They enter the grounds, Duck removing his hat as they do. There are a few other visitors scattered about, the sky blue above them and the grass pleasantly fresh cut.

Indrid finds the first grave, removes a snapdragon from the bouquet and sets it atop the stone. Stares at the name a moment, long enough to think the words he’d usually say aloud, then walks to the next grave he needs to visit. He knows their order by heart.

He’s expecting Duck to become bored with his wandering, or try to talk with him, or offer some thoughtful but useless platitudes. But the human simply follows him from grave to grave, keeping a respectful distance between them.

Indrid doesn’t cry, he never does during this. But with Duck near him, he feels like he should. A human would cry, would they not? Only a monster would remain so unmoved.

Not all of them are buried here, and so after a half hour they return to the car.

Indrid stares at the wheel, “I have one more stop to take flowers to. I can drop you somewhere else if you’d like.”

“I’ll come with you. Come this far. But uh…”

“Indrid. You were about to ask my name. It’s Indrid.”

“Right, yeah. Look, Indrid, you seem like you’re dealin with somethin heavy and, well, I don’t feel quite right leavin you to deal with it alone. But if you need me gone, I can go.”

“I’d very much like your company on this next part.”

“You got it.”

They drive in silence, and Indrid turns on the radio because human music is one of his favorite things. Duck hums along at one point, the noise off-key and charming enough to make Indrid forget what’s ahead of him.

When they approach the memorial, Duck says softly, “ah, thought I recognized some of the names, couldn’t place where. The Silver Bridge Collapse.”

“Yes.” Indrid sits down on the ground near the first row of bricks inscribed with names of those he failed to save. He sets the remaining flowers on a nearby stone, so it will be clear what they are for.

A scuff as Duck sits down next to him.

“Did you know someone on the bridge.”

“Not exactly, no” Indrid sets his hands on his knees, focuses his gaze on cracked ground.

“I, uh, I think what you doin’ is real noble. Most folks come and just visit the Mothman statue.”

“I’ve seen Mothman plenty of times, I do not need to see him anymore.”

“Nicest ass in West Virginia.”

Indrid snorts in surprise, glancing over at Duck.

“Sorry, tend to goof when I’m feelin’ awkward.”

“It’s alright. My actions are less noble than you perhaps think. I, ah, I was there. The day it happened. I suppose you could say I have a, ah, a very intense case of survivors guilt.”

“Oh, Indrid, I’m so fuckin sorry. That must have been terrifyin.” Duck rests his hand on his knee and Indrid starts. He hasn’t been touched on purpose in two years, maybe more.

“It was. I come back whenever I can, to, to pay my respects. To say I’m sorry. Sorry that I couldn’t save them. Sorry that I failed.”

“Hold up now, you didn’t fail no one. Bridge collapse was an accident.”

“But-”

“Let’s say even if you, I dunno, had some way of seein’ it comin, you’re just one guy. One guy can do a lot, but he can only do so much. Trust me, I know. Whatever happened on the bridge, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I…” no one’s ever said that to him so sincerely, so plainly. But as the story he’s told himself all these years starts to crumble, emotion seeps through the cracks.

He shudders, head collapsing into his hands. The strong arm wraps around his shoulders and he crumples, falling against Duck’s chest. Through the silent, sharp tears, he tries to be polite, tries not to make the man feel Indrid is any strnager than he already must.

“I’m s-sorry, I shouldn’t, you don’t need to-”

“Hush now” Duck murmurs, hugging him, “just get it all out.”

Indrid does, streaking his face with and wetting Duck’s shirt with tears. When they finally abate, his mind is pleasingly clear, save for one question.

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“Because it seems like someone needs to be. Plus, was kinda a dick earlier.”

Indrid snickers at his candor, “You were right to scold me for picking those flowers. Perhaps I should grow my own. There must be a way to do so inside a small space.”

“Can think of a few.”

In all the futures, Duck clears his throat and says that even so, he should be going and that it was nice to meet Indrid.

“If you, uh, if you want, could brainstorm so with you over dinner.” A warm hand rubs his upper arm, soothing and protective.

He sits up but stays in Duck’s arms, looking down at him, “I would, but you do not need to ruin your evening for my sake.”

“Wouldn’t call gettin’ to know you more ‘ruinin’ somethin’. Plus, you’re still in a raw spot. You telling me you wanna spent the rest of your evenin’ with your own thou-”

“No, no I do not.” Indrid says flatly.

“C’mon, some friends of mine have a real nice place to eat near the gardens. French Onion Soup is to die for.”

“I have never had it.”

“Fuck, really? Well now we gotta go.” Duck smiles, his mellow enthusiasm contagious, and by the time they’re in the car Indrid is smiling too.

Dinner really is delicious, though Indrid prefers the pie to the soup (though he must admit he enjoys watching the pleasure on Duck’s face as he eats said soup). Duck asks him about his travels, eagerly shares stories about the garden, and shows him pictures of his cat. When Indrid mentions he draws, Duck asks to see the little pocket sketchbook he carries, and proceeds to tell him a half-dozen times how amazing it is. He also hears Duck laugh for the first time, a ridiculous sound that he wants to hear a hundred times more.

They talk until closing time, no longer across from each other but side by side, as Duck had hopped around to Indrid’s booth to show him more pictures of the gardens. The human offers his arm, and they walk at a leisurely pace. When he reaches the car he hesitates, then hugs Duck. The shorter man hugs him back.

“Thank you, Duck, for everything.”

“You’re welcome. You stayin in town?”

“For awhile, yes.”

“Well, hopefully I’ll see you around.” Duck slowly retracts from the hug, tips his hat with a wink and heads to his car. Indrid gets into his own, watches Duck drive away before heading towards the trailer park. As he reaches into his pocket for his keys, he finds a folded slip of paper with the words “dinner and movie tomorrow?” followed by a phone number.

He grabs his phone, and hurriedly dials.

And in every future, including the one that comes to pass, Duck answers the phone with a smile.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #meet ugly #TAZ Amnesty #prompt fills

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hollandroos · 5 years

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Everyone’s in love (but you and me)

Summary: Everyone at your best friends wedding seems to be in love. But you and Tom.

Words: 2892

Warnings: This is all just fluff, please enjoy and remember to send feedback/reblog if you enjoyed it!

This is a piece for a writing challenge!! (wow, Sophie actually posts for one of the many, many writing challenges she entered? unheard of!) it’s for @marvelousxtsh and @peeterparkr romcom writing challenge. the quote is “Number of current boyfriends: Zero.“ from Bridget jones’ diary

Nothing about weddings were fun for Tom, who was so used to being alone that he was hardly phased when he ended up sitting alone at the table with a creaseless table cloth beneath his untouched expensive wedding food. He’d barely even lifted the fork, only choosing to glance briefly at his reflection to make sure his hair was still in place and there was nothing caught between his teeth.

It wasn’t that he was used to being alone. It was just that he wasn’t used to having someone's hand to hold or hair to wrap around his fingers. He had long forgotten what it was like to have someone tangled up between his sheets as the sun streams in through the slit in the curtains and plush lips to kiss when his got bored.

He only knew what it was like to have temporary lovers who escaped before dawn, throwing on items of clothing back to front or inside out and wiping off the remains of their smudged lipstick.

Tom was so used to relying on one night stands for the slightest bit of intimacy that the sight of the loved up couples around him made him screw his face up. Even if deep down inside, he was itching to have someone to hold too – someone that wasn’t his dog who enjoyed snuggling up beside him at night.

Some guests were drunk on the alcohol, barely letting their champagne glasses run empty while others were love drunk. Sipping solely on gentle sways in the centre of the ballroom, consumed with the thought and presence of the other.

Tom swirls the liquid around in his glass, alcohol still staining his tongue but he was nowhere near drunk. He hated being drunk – being as unaware of his actions as could be and the last place you’d find him utterly wasted would be his best friends wedding. And when he had to do a heartfelt, humorous speech too? The last of the liquor in his glass would remain untouched for the majority of the evening.

Romance paints the room, with shades of red scattered at every angle.

Red, the most romantic colour. It stood for love, passion, intimacy. But it also stood for anger, frustration. There were pictures of the newlyweds surrounding the large tent, some Tom swore he’d never seen despite having known the couple for nearly ten years now.

Across the room you sit on one of the wooden chairs, beaming as you watch with stars in your eyes as your best friend sways left and right, a smile that could reach the Caribbean highlighting her features. Others danced, some giggled over overflowing drinks.

You twiddle your thumbs. That sounded so pathetic. You were at a wedding for christ sake – twiddling your thumbs as if that were the most interesting thing to do right now. Your eyes would land on dancing, cheerful couples for a couple of seconds before they’d land back on your plate that looked like it’d been licked clean.

You had to be the only person without a date to this darn thing, having found conversation with a couple of the elderly women so you didn’t look like an absolute loser at this thing but still, you found yourself alone at the table while everyone else made basked in the presence of another, wrapping themselves up in each other's arms until they were no more then a mess of tangled limbs.

Your foot taps against the floor, heel remaining on the transferable flooring. The first mistake you’d made tonight was wearing heels to an outdoor wedding. The heel sunk into the sludge, brown muck sticking to the bottoms. But you weren’t one to allow a little mud to ruin your night! No way.

How could you when you were wearing the most beautiful lavender dress, with silver jewellery adorning your neck and wrist. Sure, there was no diamond ring hugging your ring finger like the one your best friend had been gifted and maybe your parents had expressed their disappointment that their twenty-five-year-old daughter was still living alone – something that had you feeling mildly perplexed. (because you’re only twenty-five. How were you meant to settle down when you couldn’t even figure out what ready-made meal you wanted for dinner?)

The song comes to an end and you force your painted lips into a grin, clapping your hands together. Crowds cheer in joy. Your heart aches from hidden loneliness.

No one leaves the dance floor just yet, feet remaining planted on the tarmac. Maybe they were too lost in each other to be bothered by the voice that begs them to take a sip of water or to finally consume the meals that sit around each table.

Love. Maybe you craved the feeling of being in love after being alone for so long. You, a hopeless romantic who had watched nearly every romcom on Netflix twice desired it below small ‘I’m okay on my own!’s’

Maybe you just wanted to enjoy dessert without pitiful whispers being shared about the one girl sitting alone.

You roll your eyes, reminding yourself that they called it falling in love for a reason.

Tapping your foot and pursing your lips, your eyes roam around the room hoping for an escape before they find someone who just like you, was enjoying the company of themselves.

He was cute, really. With slicked back brown hair and a suit that perfectly hugged his form. It was probably one of those not too expensive rental ones and maybe... just like your dress that made you feel like some kind of Disney princess, it had to be returned on Monday.

If you were really a Disney Princess then you’d most likely have a prince by now.

Nothing can stop you from getting up, straightening out the bottom of your above knee length dress and heading over to him in the heels. Not even the doubts that plague your mind although they were strong and tempting to give in to.

What if he has a girlfriend and she’s just gone to the bathroom? Or a boyfriend!

What if he’s an ass?

What if he hates me?

“Do you want to dance?”

You ask before you can give in to the magnitude od doubts – slipping your bottom lip between your teeth. You chew softly, pursing them when the stranger looks up.

Tom gives you a confused grin, brown eyes the colour of the coffees you sip on every morning with a thin layer of foam and cinnamon. Maybe it was the lighting that painted the walls of the large tent but you saw galaxies – beautiful arrays of stars.

One second he was poking around at his food, glaring at his own reflection in the fork and the next he was looking at you.

“Sorry, what?” He cocks his head. Tom squints his eyes, trying to make out the endless details and decorations that rest in your hair under the light – from the sequenced bobby pins that hold your hair back and the small patterns on the waist of the dress.

He knew you. You had walked down the aisle with a bouquet of flowers in your hands while Tom stood at the front of the alter tapping his feet. The room had been thick with comments about your dress and your makeup before the bride stepped out. Both of which were nothing less then perfect and while Tom knew shit all about makeup and fashion, he couldn’t disagree.

You had shone, practically glowed. And all Tom knew was that you were one of the brides closest friends. Someone his best mate had probably bought up in a conversation or two.

“I’m asking you to dance with me. I know that if I don’t get at least one dance in at my best friends wedding I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, and truth be told I’m sick of looking like a loser by myself. And it looks to me like you don’t have anyone to dance with too.” You huff, sticking a hand out. “So, will you please dance with me?”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend or something? Everyone else here seems to be in love.” Tom furrows his brows and you begin to regret your decision to demand the stranger to dance.

Suddenly you want to curl up back into your shell and wallow in endless embarrassment.

“Number of current boyfriends: Zero.“ You huff. “Look, It took a lot for me to come over here and ask you to dance and I’m really starting to regret it.”

Tom smiles at how assertive you are, though you’re quietly pleading with your eyes for him to hurry up and take your hand.

“Only if you promise you don’t bite.” He jokes, slipping his hand into yours. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

You grin, swallowing the embarrassment that had previously sent you into a fit of nausea. Large, calloused fingers intertwine with your own and the palm of his hand is slightly cold – you blame the glass of champagne he’d carried around all night and lead the best man onto the dance floor where couples make way, slipping aside with ease.

“I know, you’re the best man. Y/F/N mentioned you a few times and I’ve seen photos.” The tune shifts as the song changes and a familiar beat begins. Your head is reeling, being so close to an utter stranger had you doubting whether or not you’d be able to pull out your best moves and not end up looking like a fool. But Elton Johns voice soothes you, sending waves of reassurance throughout you.

“I’m Y/N.” You finally say.

“So I have a fan club, huh?” Tom teases.

“Not all the things I’ve heard have been good but I will say, you sound like quite the charmer.”

Nothing else is said as your hand slips out of his. Lonely fingers dance their way to his collar before they wrap around his neck, intertwining at the back. Tom hesitates before letting his hands rest on either side of your waist. He hardly lets them rest, allowing his fingertips to merely ghost over the fabric.

Is he too high? Too low? Were you regretting your decisions?

I hope you don’t mind

That I put into words

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

The song oozes romance. It was one not meant to be shared between two lonely twenty-something-year-olds who just happened to stumble together for the first time ever but couples long in love. Much like the newlyweds who sway with smiles adorning tired faces and the couple next to you who had been married thirty-four years.

The thought hardly crosses your mind as you and Tom begin to rock back and forth, both attempting to find a pace that fit. It’s a little awkward ad you both stumble once or twice. Tom chokes for a moment before regaining himself and you can’t stop your laced hands from resting over his gell covered curls at the back of his head. It’s intimate and neither of you says a word for a moment – Tom doesn’t even mention the realisation that had him smiling softly.

While your dress is a gorgeous lavender, you smell like a hypnotizing combination of strawberries and wedding cake.

And maybe you like the feeling of having another human so close, you still felt his presence in the palm of your hands.

You glance at him, mascara painted lashes batting together. “This isn’t so bad. Better then sitting alone, is it?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Tom replies quickly, hasty eyes racing around the room before they land back on your face. Your features fall, hurt and uncertainty filling your eyes and Tom realises that what he said could’ve possibly come out wrong. “I didn’t mean it like that – I mean, I don’t dance. I don’t know how. I kind of suck at slow dancing.”

“You’re doing great so far, I could hardly tell.”

Hesitantly, you allow your head to rest on the stranger's shoulder and even from there you can feel the unsteady beating of his heart. You barely feel the boy gulp, swallowing back his nerves. Tom felt like he was back at his high school prom, nervously trying to dance with the girl he’d asked over a cupcake and a bouquet of flowers.

He had stepped on her toes more times then he could count that night and left the dance alone.

Closing his eyes for a second, Tom tries to think up a sentence that won’t make him sound like an absolute weirdo. Opening his eyes, they find a bouquet of orange feathers and Tom snorts.

“Have you seen that ridiculous hat the bride's aunt is wearing?” Tom asks suddenly, speaking over the lyrics to mock the set of orange frills.

You chuckle, vibrating against his black suit. “She wore that to their Christmas dinner too – and thanksgiving. The colour kind of reminds me of carrots… or orange soda.”

Tom stifles his laughs, fingers tightening their grip slightly around your waist. Just to the point where you can now feel his fingertips through the lavender dress.

“It’s like candy corn.” Tom chuckles, “I used to only eat candy corn every year for Halloween when I was a kid, you know?”

You try not to chuckle, focusing on the hands on your waist and the heavy beating of your heart. You fit so perfectly, inching together like two pieces of a puzzle. You almost hate how warm he makes you feel.

“I hated candy corn,” You tell him, “Even now I can’t stand the stuff, I guess I just enjoy savoury foods more. I always get a sore stomach after eating sweet foods.”

Tom hums, his wandering thoughts telling him that this was exactly what he needed. Not wanted, because Tom wouldn’t admit to wanting bucketloads of affection. He wouldn’t admit to craving the feeling of bare hands resting on his shoulders and warm breath in the crook of his neck.

But here he was, melting under the touch of a near stranger.

Melting was a bit of an overstatement. His heart was in a frenzy, mind positively, absolutely reeling.

The lyrics worm their way into his head, Elton Johns heavenly voice pulling him down to earth and closer to the girl in his arms. All he knew was her name and the fact that maybe he’d just found his soulmate.

Maybe Tom was being overdramatic about the whole soulmate thing – but he wasn’t one to fall head over heels every girl he runs into. But in you, Tom saw potential. Potential that he could grow weak at the knees on your first date and maybe he’d allow his cheeks to turn a soft shade of pink as he mutters compliments across the dinner table.

“Have you ever danced like this with someone before?” Tom asks, speaking softly so only you can hear. It’s not like anyone else was listening in any way – everyone except the groom and bride who smirked knowingly at one another.

“Not really, no.” You respond, trying to think back to a time you’d swayed like this with merely the top of the tent separating you from an array of stars.

“You’re really good.” And I’d like to do this again.

“Thank you,” You speak, head resting on his shoulder. You hope you’re not getting makeup on his suit – but you also hope that Tom is aware of the fact that his heart is beating way too fast and that may be dangerous. “You’re pretty good for a beginner.”

You both continue to sway as the song comes to a close, both secretly hoping that the song could somehow extend itself and you could just remain there for a few more moments

The lyrics would be stuck in your head for days, as well as the feel of being cuddled close and the shallow breathes slipping past your dance partners lips. In fact, from being so close to him you’d learnt that Toms breath was minty… like he’d somehow had the chance to chew on an eclipse mint in between meals.

The tune is drowned out by the cheers of the crowd and you hesitantly remove your head from his chest, brushing away strands of hair that had chosen to stick to the side of your face during the dance.

“This is going to sound really stupid but I know we just met like… three minutes ago but, will I see you again?” Tom asks, quirking a brow. A hand still remained on your waist, nimble fingers barely ghosting over the fabric of your lavender bridesmaid dress. The one you had promised to return to the store by twelve o’clock on Monday.

“You’re the best man, correct?” You reply. I want to see you again too.

Tom nods, brown curls falling over his forehead. “Correct.”

“So you’re staying in the hotel they assigned us?” You were unsure if your next set of words came out as a suggestion or not. But it didn’t matter all that much. “I’m staying in room 302, I’ll see you at breakfast. Maybe sooner if fate allows it.”

“P-Perfect.” He coughs, cheeks turning a peachy shade of pink. “Perfect.”

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spacegaywritings · 4 years

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Warming Paws and melting Walls (4/8) “Little Talks”

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Summary: Lunch break rolls around. Remy and Emile make a deal.

Tags: food, eating, employer/employee, pining, remy, emile, kitty Virgil, quick mention of bereavement, sick days, systematic issues, ew world, fish, feeding the beast, mutual crushes, genderqueer characters, migraines, headaches, pain mention, exhaustion.

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Remy sighed and pushed his keyboard away, effectively managing to continue to press until the keyboard was unable to go any further since it hit the screen’s humble frame. Eventually, he just worked to drive himself away from the big desk he was working at. The swivel chair let him roll all over the floor, the tiled ground smooth and willing to let him pass without obstacle. Virgil commented his shenanigans with a little movement of their ear. It was just a quick flinch. Remy was not sure but he suspected it meant he was listening or registering noise at least.

It was cute.

But.

This bastard cat was sleeping.

The man sighed again.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Queen, I swear-”

Well, no matter how threatening the fancy man tried to be, it did not reach the napping cat. The little void was all comfortable in his lap. There was not a single motion at his dramatic actions, not even a simple reaction. There was nothing but a bundle of black, so black that they camouflaged themself into the blackness of Remy’s pants. All that distinguished one from another was the slow movement of rising and falling.

Virgil was breathing alright. That was good.

Could cats have breathing problems? The vet said the cat was okay. Still, he made a mental note to look out for any signs.

Knowing they were okay for now - with a pass by the vet - Remy felt like he could breathe much better himself. He had not noticed it but he released a soft sigh of relief. His eyes lowered to just watch the little blob of colourless something rest on his thighs.

“I have lunch time, V, would you kindly get up and be awake and do cat things? You were awake all morning with me!”

Despite his complaints, Remy’s words were barely audible. The receptionist was more or less hissing to himself and it sounded like a small snake cursing the world somewhere from the little hidden corner on the other side of the room.

Far, far away.

His threats were as empty as his condescension. Nothing but attitude.

The kitten remained still and as much dopamine as there was being released within Remy, he could not help but wish to move...then again, the kitty cat was absolutely warm and the little weight on him was somewhat comforting in a refreshing manner.

He had already finished most of his work despite having been late this morning and even needing to deal with a certain storm of emails and phone calls. Not to forget the actual real life human people that encountered him face to face.

Ugh - the worst kind of people.

Oh fuck, he wanted more coffee. He wanted all the coffee he could ask for and then just nap for a few minutes and then get work done and go home and read some dumb romance novel.

Don’t judge.

He needed to get his prince charming from somewhere. It was not like Remy was dating anyone particularly... existing in the first place. And he just really craved some fucking love shit every now and then. You know, the soft trash with people holding hands and giving each other pet names and one bringing flowers for the others and that one thinking of a certain habit the one has so they are considering it in their regular activities.

Remy’s facial expression faded from soft into something akin to receiving news of a bad weather day when you planned on doing any outdoor-activities with friends.

It just ... it was missing.

“Ah! You are done?”

Remy flinched, his little dream world immediately breaking down as the voice cut through the silence of his new office. His fantasy bubble blobbed violently on impact of Emile’s intrusive words hitting him. He looked up. A person was standing there, apologising and knocking. Knocking after already standing in the doorway and having addressed him.

It was not a knight in shining armour to save a bored damsel in distress nor was it prince charming, ready to sweep the sleepy man off his feet.

It was just his boss, Emile.

...But it was his boss, Emile.

Remy smiled and let himself fall back into his chair. He had not noticed how he had sat up with the sudden noise interrupting his thoughts. And his arms were slung around a sleepy yet awake little Virgil. As always, his grip was rather loose around the kitten. In a case of need, he would be tehre to hold and hug them, though.

“Aw, I am sorry. I should have knocked before. Did I wake them up?”

Remy blinked and nodded. Virgil was not awake but he nodded anyway, just doing it for literally no reason. Emile saw the sleeping kitten but did not comment.They squinted for a moment, worry shading their features.

Was that just him or did it smell of food already?

Oh fuck, he had forgotten about the food. Bitch, this cat would literally make him forget and miss about everything and all. First his post-work nap, then his rave, his whole weekend, now his work and lunch break were affected, too.

“You got food? Come in, come in.”

This little void was easily eating away his whole life without any hesitation. He readily let him.. In his defence, they looked so cute when yawning. The charcoal demon was stretched out on Remy’s lap and pushed their tail against his chest, turning to Emile and meowing at the boss.

Did they seriously greet them? Literally, Remy could not- this cat!

Or maybe they meowed at the smell, it did kind of smell nice after all and the kitten had slept through his entire time here after he had gotten to work. Not even Virgil liked mornings or staying up. At least they could get back to napping, Remy jealously noticed.

“Virgil just woke up, what a coincidence”, Remy spoke, words jokingly snippy as he carefully picked up the kitten and stroked through their fur.

“Good morning little sleepy head.”

The kitten replied with a big orchestra of purrs and an eager bonk as they crashed their head against Remy’s. Little ferocious kitten attacking him.

“Emile, I promise they want to kill me!”

They laughed and held up a bag of food, slowly swinging it from one side to another.

“Maybe we can bribe them with some lunch? It’s on me, meet you in the lunch room.”

Remy carefully squeezed the kitten as his higher-up turned around to show their graceful behind, clothed in layers of pastels and beige. They looked the softest in the most boring yet also least boring way. It was weirdly hot, in a kinda cute and endearing way. Also, pastel colours just looked soft and somehow, they made it look professional but in a trustworthy and warm kind of way.

It made Remy feel fuzzy and he hated loving it so much. Damn them for being so wickedly attractive.

He swallowed his secret pining away and decided to get his kitten ready to follow Emile and get some food. Once he had his phone pocketed and his grip on Virgil secured, he was ready to walk after them. When they were close enough, he snuck over to the other side to handle whatever the heck Em wanted to talk about.

Knowing them, it was probably something nice and soft or extra work that would get paid for super well because Emile was about the most considerate employer he had ever met. Also, because Remy was working as an untrained accountant while receiving full pay for handling literally all this business. Emile only made the official calls. Remy did not mind it because he knew, they somewhat advocated for this stance that employees were actual human beings. This meant they had needs and therefore were to be valued and appreciated and given space and freedom, so they could be creative and work effectively with as little restrictions as possible.

Hence, Remy was allowed to hang up whatever kind of pictures and decorate his office in any kind of way. Well, nudity and such was not allowed, considering sometimes minors would enter the clinic as well, but other than that, Remy had challenged the therapist a lot.

They never let him down.

Also, they handled his amount of sick days without issues and allowed him to hand in more sick days than he legally had to accept. They easily brushed it off as half-work day or employer-covered vacation. You know, like the stuff you got when sick days counted but in that case, you did not have any and still got pay and zero threats. Or like, bereavement leave and all.

Emile and Remy got together and the former put out the meals and slid them into their respective places as Remy got some plates and cutlery. The lunch room was a small kitchen. It had the most essential things. Virgil was standing on Remy’s seat and lurked around. Their tail was showing despite the table stealing the view on them. Emile could see them and they saw the tail slowly swishing from one side to the other.

Hovering, waiting. Patiently. Like a predator.

Remy returned and put the plates down.

“Kitty, what the fuck are you doing”

Virgil meowed, eyes wide. Their tail stood upright with a little curl forming itself into its tip. This little void was living the life of luxury and decadence to just eat and be carried, then sleep and get woken up only to get some more food.

Remy was thriving on this attitude. What a luxury hoe. Such a Queen.

“Remy, I think your cat will eat with us”

His boss chuckled quietly and seated themself while Remy just sighed, rolling his eyes. By now, his head was hurting already. Not much but it was starting to hurt - moving hurt. It felt heavy and made him sleepy and exhausted.

Concentration was.. slightly off. Especially his sustained attention.

He carefully picked up his void and put them into his lap.

“Meow!”

“Yes, Virgil, yes. You will eat with us, just calm down.”

The kitten wiggled in his lap and put their paws on the edge of the table, looking at the hot sweating food containers.

“Virgil, behave. Come on, honey”, Remy warned.

Even his voice seemed heavy and tired. He missed his nap. In spite of this, he was being an attentive “temporary pet-keeper”. His hand moved to gently nudge the paws away from the table. Then, he picked them up to let the kitten dance dance dance a bit.

“I am a good kitty and I will wait”, Remy mimicked softly and moved the paws from one side to the other as Virgil patiently stood on their hind paws and stared at the world in confusion.

Emile giggled at the display while Virgil did not know what the heck was going on. Did their temporary owner go insane? They pulled out another chair on which they prepared a smaller bowl with a bit of fish in it. No seasoning or spice or anything. They had gotten it from a nearby store they had visited on the way to pick up the food order. After all, they had not been sure about whether or not Remy actually had brought some food for the kitten but apparently, this arrangement worked and Virgil’s interest was sparked.

They watched the bowl move from Emile’s hands over to the seat and once the bowl was settled, the kitten launched themself over to the chair and ducked their tiny raven head into the big bowl. Their whole head disappeared in it and only these dark ears peeked out from within.

Silent chewing noise could be heard.

“Remy! Remy! They eat the food I brought! Look at this kitten!”

The receptionist couldn’t deny himself the joy of a small smile as he looked over at the small bundle of darkness hunched over the food bowl and purring in delight. In addition to this, Emile was giggling, beaming in delight and genuinely touched.

Remy looked up at them. For a moment, their eyes locked but they both looked away, averting their gazes to look at Virgil instead.

It was rather silent for a moment, safe for the rhythmic vibrations coming from Virgil. Apparently they enjoyed their food.

“Hey, hey - careful now!”, he warned with a grin on his face.

He nudged his sunglasses off his head and let them slip down and onto his nose to cover his half-lidded eyes. They gleamed at Emile for a moment.

“If you keep that up, maybe you will be their new favourite human.”

Emile held their chest for a moment and settled opposite of Remy. Their cheeks seemed slightly reddened but they concealed it by tending to the food. They put some of the steamed vegetables onto their plate and added some fried rice. To top it all of, he had a bit of natural yoghurt from the fridge.

They returned the playful shine in Remy’s eyes by smirking at him.

“You say that as if this was a bad thing, Remy “

Remy snorted.

“You say this as if you were planning to take this poor little cat away from my horrid claws, Emile.”

Remy had finally arranged his food on his plate, steam curling upwards from his curry and rice. Even the food containers were still sweating and smoking in heat. They looked as if these containers acted like some sort of sauna. He fed himself a first spoonful of fried rice - the tiny brown one that looked like some holy glazed rice and so small it barely qualified as anything at all - and leaned into his seat.

Oh, this was just delightful.

Savoury flavour bloomed in his mouth, exploding in contrasts to the soft and squishy rice with the slightly harder vegetables. The different tastes stimulated his tongue just right.

If someone said foodgasms were a lie, they were missing out on this delight. It was the most subjective of all paradises.

“The thing I wanted to talk to you about-”, Emile started, taking a bit of time to drink something in between.

Talking all day made their throat as dry as a sand dessert.

“You can keep my office and let your cat come to work with you but I need to ask a little favour of you. I am sure you will want to agree! “

Remy shifted in his seat. He blinked for a moment but gave a small nod to indicate he was not just listening to probably on board for whatever Emile was planning to have him do. The therapist let their lips curl into a genuine smile.

“We need to give our new offices a makeover! I bet you would feel more comfortable in a novel set of four walls, huh?”

The receptionist’s cheeks darkened by a whole shade and his chest jumped for a minuscule moment. Just a little harder. He was sure it was visible and even the kitten raised their head to look at the two, staring into Emile before letting their gaze rest on their temporary owner.

However, they quickly lost interest and returned to chewing on their food.

“Well, that sounds amazing but I.. Virgil isn’t mine.”

Emile blinked and the kitten meowed, nudging back the bowl and retreating to Remy’s lap. He willingly picked up the void and brushed through their fur as always. The bowl was licked clean and absolutely blank. Apparently, the cat was more than just a bit into it.

It was silent once more. Even the cat did not purr despite the soft head scritches they got. Remy pursed their lips, a shadow hitting their face.

Their whole beauty was obstructed.

“See, their owners still might answer. I put up some signs and made a few posts on forums about missing pets. When I went to nearby shelters and called vets, I gave them a picture of Virgil and left my contact details around. They are not tattooed but they are too tame to be a wild cat.”

Remy shrugged, voice deflated as he continued. The narrowed their eyes at him. The idea of an unaffected Remy seemed unrealistic. The man was cuddling the cat and wanted to call in sick - while knowing about how scarce his sick days were.

“What if someone moved and accidentally left Virgil abandoned? Or they ran away during the chaos of moving?”

He sighed.

“You know, if nobody responds within a week, I think I will take you up on it. Until then I will just steal your office, honey.”

His low voice swung up at the end of his sentence and he even let a small smile grow on his lips. Anyway, it was time to pay attention to his food. It was so much better than to look at Emile’s doubtful face.

“You know what”, Emile countered, “I have the feeling Virgil will stay with you. Nobody responded in days and they are attached to you. It would be cruel to separate you know.”

They helped themself to a bit more vegetables.

“Just you wait, Remy.”

The receptionist smirked back at them.

“Whatever, honey~”

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boysfile · 5 years

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▸ pairing: daehwi x reader.

▸ genre: best friends to lovers au. fluff.

▸ warnings: none.

▸ word count: 1.8k

✎ — synopsis: you lost your textbook and the only person you can borrow one from was your best friend. but you got bored in class and starts doodling all over his book.

✎ — a/n: so this is my first actual? fic post on tumblr uwu. tbh i was pretty intimidated by a lot of things while writing this but i thoroughly enjoyed the process so i hope you like it!

panic. panic was the only thing you felt. you paced around your room, desperately trying to find your chemistry textbook, but to no avail.

the first thing you thought of was to phone your best friend, who you didn’t know if it was lucky or not that he was in a different class from you.

unlucky because you can’t goof around in class.

lucky because now you can scream for his help.

after much persuasion, he agreed. on a condition that his textbook returns to him with zero alternations. which meant no ripped pages or corners, no highlighting or pencil marks, and no spilling of coffee.

you swiftly agreed to his conditions and gave him a virtual hug through your phone screen. quickly, you packed your bag, glad that the frenzied search for your chemistry textbook is over.. for now.

when you arrived at the school, daehwi was already waiting for you at your locker, arms hugging the 5 kilograms worth of paper. you walked over to him, held out your arms, and wrapped him in a big hug. thanking him for letting you borrow his textbook.

you hurriedly rushed to your chemistry classroom as the class had already started. the professor wrote a reference page on the board and you quickly opened daehwi’s textbook to find the page.

upon finding the passage, you took notice of how neat and clean your best friend’s book was. nothing was out of place; pencil marks and highlighted sentences. ruler-lined tables and scaled diagrams. every single thing was for the benefit of his study.

you looked back up at the professor, he was talking about something to do with acids and alkaline. you have no interest in chemistry, only taking it as your parents have told you to.

basically. class was boring.

so you instinctively whipped out your pencil case, grabbed your favourite pencil, and started doodling on daehwi’s book; already forgetting about the initial promise. various small images started to decorate the white spots on the page, slowly being filled with pencil sketches of unicorns, dinosaurs, flowers and even slices of cake. as you giggled at your failed drawing of a penguin, the bell rang, signalling the end of the period.

you slowly walked to the cafeteria, hoping to avoid the crowds who were pining for the last melon bun. it’s always hellish when recess starts, students and staff alike rushing to the cafe hoping to get a single muffin.

you went to your usual table, hand still holding daehwi’s textbook. you took out your phone, wanting to call him to tell him where you were. but before you could hit dial, you felt a gentle tug on your ponytail. you turned around and there he was. smiling at you like you were the sun itself. you could feel your cheek burn crimson from the mischievous gesture, clearing your throat, you looked at daehwi. with a playful glint in your eyes before shutting them and crossing your arms.

“you shouldn’t do that to a lady you know.” upon hearing this. daehwi froze in his spot, hoping he didn’t offend you. you looked at his stance through your eyelashes, seeing how tense he was, you relaxed your expression and chuckled. daehwi took this as a sign that he was in the clear.

“daehwi. you didn’t do anything wrong, i was just joking with you.” you sighed out, still amazed at how seemingly wonderful your acting skills were. maybe you should consider dropping chemistry and take drama instead.

“okay good. i genuinely thought you would dislike me…” he mumbled the last part under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t catch it. but little did he know, you have perfect hearing. so you did hear everything he said and you felt your blood rushing to your face once again.

after a short period of silence. you looked back at the book that was still in your arms, completely forgetting the reason why you had planned to phone him in the first place. so you awkwardly stood in front of daehwi and handed him the textbook. honestly speaking, this scene felt like the cliched love letter scene. except its a chemistry textbook and not a confession letter.

seemingly lost in thought, daehwi was slightly shocked at the sudden movement from you, only to reveal his chemistry textbook in your hands.

after seeing his reaction to your seems-like-a-love-confession-but-its-not attempt at returning his textbook, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing out loud. scaring an already frightened daehwi.

“um.. y/n..? is there something wrong? are you okay?” your laugh continues to escape from your lungs, though you wanted to hold it in.

“no. i’m.. fine.. totally. yeah, i’m fine.” you said through your obnoxiously loud laugh.

you then looked at daehwi again, your gaze asking him why he isn’t taking his textbook back telepathically. and he understood you, so he walked closer to you and took the weight off your arms.

you sighed in contempt, before uttering a small “finally”. after that, you both parted ways, going back to your designated classrooms. him to chemistry and you to maths.

little did you know. after daehwi sat in his classroom, the first thing he did was open the book.

and he was shocked.

no it wasn't because of the amount of doodles that covered the white spots of the paper. but rather, the subject of these doodles. he looked through his use-to-be-pristine textbook and compared it to whatever it was now. nothing but clean. every white space he could find, he would see one of your pencil doodles. unicorns, ice-cream cones, rainbows, dolphins, and even penguins were sprawled out on his book. a new universe on each page. he knew you had always kept your childish side inside yourself, not willing to let it go nor show it to others. it might be weird, but he felt proud knowing you trusted him enough to doodle all over his textbook.

he smiled to himself. he liked it. he liked how deep you were willing to let him in, how much you trusted him. he liked how your eyes sparkle looking at waffles, he liked how a slight brush of your hand against his would send his heart flying out of him, and most importantly, he loved how oblivious you were to his obvious crush on you.

daehwi wants to tell you. he really wanted to be able to just man up and confess how he truly feels, but his brain always find ways to stop him from doing so. multiple times he was so close, but he couldn't. and he regretted it, so so much.

now, the both of you are stuck in the same relationship of "best friends". everyone around you could see how in love both of you were. you don't show it as much, but it's pretty obvious how head over heels daehwi is for you.

he let out a sigh, looking back at the bulk of paper in front of him. the class continues as usual, not understanding the running contradictions inside daehwi's head as he sat in his spot, flicking through the pages to study your adorable additions to his once boring book.

class went by quickly while he was looking at your markings on the paper and he quickly packed up when the bell rang. he had the widest grin on his face and he couldn't wipe it off. not that he was complaining.

you noticed daehwi walk out of his classroom, and naturally, you waited for him to slowly make his way towards you. you glanced at him, not wanting him to see you eyeing him. it wasn't unusual for him to be bubbly and happy, but you've never seen such a wide and genuine grin plastered on his face before. you felt a little sad, not knowing you were the reason for his smile.

"y/n."

you slightly flinched at his voice, it was gentle but demanding at the same time. you slowly turned around in an almost cartoon way, he saw your hesitation and smiled at you, letting you know that he was not angry.

"i really wish you would tell me that you liked doodling. and its ice-cream and unicorns and rainbows too..." you casted your gaze towards the floor, slightly ashamed at your choice of subject. but daehwi wasn't mad at you, he was far from that. he was enchanted by how your heart held on to these fantasies and lively colors, unlike his which was black and white until you came into his life.

"i'm sorry..." your voice was barely above a whisper. daehwi continued to silently gaze at you, not saying a single thing. you looked up at him, eyes glazed over with forming tears. immediately, that sent daehwi into a panic. he rushed to you, trapping you in a bear hug.

"shh... don't cry. i don't want to see you cry. i only ever want to see you smile." daehwi whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. daehwi slightly parted from you, creating some space in between the two of you, and moved his hand up to caress your face to look into your glossy round orbs. he could see his reflection in your eyes and he saw how worried he looked. well, what can he say? he is worried.

he cleared his throat to hopefully gain some confidence in what he was about to do. you noticed his not-so-usual actions and looked up at him, arms still wrapped around his waist, waiting for him to say something.

"y/n? can you listen to me for a moment?" you nodded your head and hummed, hoping that it would help him get whatever he wanted to say out of him. daehwi took another deep breath, threading his fingers in your hair, and opened his mouth to speak his mind.

"the little drawings you did in my textbook is still totally uncalled for." you looked at him in the eyes, pretending to be offended by his words. he gave you a look and you retreated back into your right of course, we made a deal whoops expression.

after a couple of seconds had gone by again, daehwi continued his unfinished statement. "but i loved it, just like how i love you." he said the second part in the tiniest font and you looked at him, shocked that this kind of cheesiness came out of his mouth. at this, you felt your face heating up again as small droplets of water rolled down your cheeks. before daehwi could even open his mouth to ask what happened, you got onto your toes and pecked him on the lips.

"i love you too, daehwi."

daehwi was visibly flushed at the sudden contact, but he recovered quickly, pulling you close once again to indulge in your hug. the both of you had completely forgotten that you were in the middle of the school cafeteria as loud cheers were heard, shocking you as they congratulated the new couple.

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binglacier-moved · 4 years

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456 Hours - Chapter 1

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai x OC (Celia)

Summary: What happens when two people who want to die have only 456 hours left to live? Locked inside a strange forest, haunted by cruel memories, looking for the exit they might just succeed in encouraging each other to keep living.

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On the rooftop of the most renowned high school in Yokohama, there was a girl standing, looking down on the dark street under her. Tanabe Celia was only 18 years old but she refused to spend another day as part of this world. Her decision to end her life so early was something she was not inclined to explain, even more so because it wasn’t just one thing but a series of pain, doubt and betrayals. Recounting all of those would have made her feel more miserable than she already was. She wanted to die with pride and dignity.

She took one last breath to calm her wildly racing heart and looked over Yokohama’s busy streets with dark, lifeless eyes. She had not hesitated anymore, she was ready to jump into the arms of death.

3…

2…

“Yo, what’s a beauty like you doing in a place so dangerous?” A cheerful voice asked, rudely interrupting Celia from meeting her fate.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to jump. Don’t even try to stop me,” she replied coldly. She could have already heard the stranger preaching about the beauty of life, how it is foolish to give it all up, how if you just keep on living, good things are bound to happen.

However, the man’s words were something very different, “Can I join you?”

“What?”

“Would you do me the honor of performing a double suicide with me?”

For a moment, Celia wasn’t sure if the man was making fun of her or if he was completely insane. In spite of the strange situation, his deep brown eyes showed her that the offer was death serious.

“Who are you?” she asked, her breath hitched in her throat.

“My name is Dazai Osamu and it would be a pleasure for me to part this world by your side, mademoiselle - he introduced himself with a theatrical bow. “And how may I call you?”

“Tanabe Celia,” she answered then turned back towards the street. “Well, if you want to come, who am I to stop you.”

“Splendid!” Dazai exclaimed. He was just way too happy for someone preparing to die. He hurried to Celia and held her hands. “Are you ready?” Celia nodded. “Then three… two… one!”

With a purposeful movement, both of them parted from the ground and fell into the depth under. Everything happened so fast. Just a fleeting moment and their lives had ended.

But then why were they still alive? As soon as Celia thought of this question, she opened her eyes and saw a completely different world in front of her. Was this the otherworld? Life after death? She didn’t want life after death, she wanted to stop existing.

She and Dazai were in a place resembling a field… or something that was most probably a field once when the grass had been green and flowers bloomed. Now everything was grey. The trees around them were only a few meter tall, the branches were completely without leaves and the sky was covered with dark clouds. Everything looked as if the sun hadn’t shined for years. The air was gloomy and grim.

“Welcome to the Forest of Memories!”

Dazai and Celia looked up to the sound of the voice and they saw two figures floating in the air above them.

“What’s this place?” Celia asked, angry and confused.

“As I said, this is the Forest of Memories,” said one of them.

“And why are we here?”

“Well, little miss, our target was actually the gentleman standing beside you. You’re but an unfortunate bystander,” said the other.

“I see, how may I help you then?” Dazai asked politely.

“For starters, how about you die, Dazai Osamu?”

“But then that wouldn’t have been a great way for you to atone for your sins therefore we have prepared a little game for you. Let us introduce ourselves. My name is Andrei Linde. My ability is called Multiverse and as the name suggests, I’m able to show and create parallel universes. This forest here is my own dimension I created between the universes.”

“And I am Henri Bergson. With my Subjective Time, I’m able to manipulate the time of objects and living beings.”

“Dazai Osamu, you destroyed our organization and now you’re going to pay for it!” shouted both of them in unison.

Despite the passionate and grand introduction, Dazai watched the two men with a bored, unimpressed expression. Celia, on the other hand, had run out of patience.

“I don’t care what’s up with you and Dazai! Why do I have to be here too?”

“Let me explain,” Bergson grinned and snapped his fingers. “As you can see, a countdown has appeared on your arm.”

Celia glanced at her right arm where a timer had begun to count down from 456 hours. Linde took over the explaining.

“The Forest of Memories is a labyrinth with only one exit to the real world. You and Dazai are going to desperately run around looking for it while terrible visions attack you and finally, when you lost all hope, you will die like the pathetic fools you are!”

“The countdown on the girl’s arm signifies the end of the game. If it reaches zero, the exit disappears and she dies.”

Dazai sighed in relief, “Oh, so all we have to do is find the exit before the time is up. For a second, I was worried it was something difficult.”

His nonchalant attitude only made Linde angrier, “Laugh all you want but after the first vision, you’re going to shit yourself from the pain and you won’t be able to take another step in this labyrinth of hell!”

Despite the cruel words, Celia broke out in a laughter similar to Dazai’s.

“What’s so funny, you wench?” Linde snapped at her.

“You think you’re so smart but I was about to kill myself anyways. Now what? All I have to do is walk around for… how long…?” she looked at her arm again, checking the timer. “456 hours and my wish will be granted. I’m thankful.”

“You might think so,” said Bergson, glancing at Dazai. “But what about the man beside you? I wonder if he’s on the same page as you.”

“What?”

Dazai didn’t reply, he seemed deep in his thoughts. Bergson and Linde continued.

“Well, as long as Dazai Osamu dies in the middle of great suffering, it’s our win.”

“Don’t misunderstand us, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t leave this forest. We’ve only told you about the exit so you can have the last sliver of hope crushed while you try to find it.”

“Have fun in your remaining time.”

“Good bye forever!”

With this, accompanied by hysterical laughter, both of them disappeared.

“Well,” Celia said, sitting down on the ground by a tree, “I don’t know about you but I’m going to just sit here and wait for my death.”

“Celia-chan, we should look for that exit,” Dazai said suddenly, as if he had an idea.

“Are you crazy? They just said it’s impossible to find it.”

“It’s not impossible if it exists.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to go,” she argued.

“Come on, it will be fun!”

“Look, Dazai. I don’t care about your fun, I don’t care about what would happen if we found the exit, I don’t care about anything at all. Just let me die in peace.”

“You can’t die here,” he said, his voice shockingly serious compared to the light-hearted tone he had always used so far. Celia’s words got caught in her throat.

“W-Why not?”

“A beautiful flower like you shouldn’t wither on a dunghill like this. She must be put on display in a vase at a noble family’s table so everyone can admire her until she dies slowly.”

“I’m not convinced…”

“Hmm… Then how about this! If I can convince you to live before the time is up, you can ask anything from me.”

“And what if you can’t?”

“Then we die,” Dazai shrugged. “So, what do you say, beautiful rose, are you willing to take a chance?” he smiled, holding his hand out for her.

She stared at the bandaged hand uncertainly but since she didn’t have anything to lose, she took his hand, after all. It might become something interesting...

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kyloxmoegi1993 · 5 years

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The Meeting

Rain poured down from the night sky, drenching the streets and people below. A woman wearing heeled boots with dark skinny jeans and a black trenchcoat covering her dark blue blouse ran through the rain as she ducked into a cafe.

Bustling through the door she bumped into a man. Well, man was a relative term. He was one of those new EXO's the big robot company Clovis Bray Incorporated had released in the last two years. He was wearing blue jeans and boots with a black hoodie adorned with red symbols on the front with the hood covering his head. Around his neck he wore a scarf and it was on the scarf she noticed she spilled his drink onto it.

"Oh my God I am so sorry. Here."

Quickly grabbing her handkerchief she began to dab his scarf trying to soak up what smelled like black coffee off of his scarf. It was the she heard him chuckle, a sound she hadn't known EXO's could make and she looked up to meet his gaze and found herself staring into bright blue optic eyes.

"Sweetheart, you're more worried about that than I am. It's an old scarf. It's got stains on it from awhile ago. You on the other hand need to slow down before you hurt yourself. Especially in those."

Nodding at her boots she looked down at her shoes. She had gotten these on sale not too long ago and she loved them but she supposed he was right, but she didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight and she worked at a hospital as a secretary.

Finishing her attempt at cleaning it she looked at it then at him.

"I can pay to have it cleaned..."

He regarded her quietly then shook his head.

"Nah. I'll pass but, if you wanna make it up to me you can uh...you can go on a date with me.."

Turning bright pink she looked at him and saw him rubbing the back of his head nervously. Was this guy serious? A date? Did EXO's date regular women like her? There were plenty of other better looking women in the cafe that he could have hit on but her? And why was he nervous?

After asking herself several more questions and gaining zero answers she looked at him seriously.

"Alright...I will..."

"Really? You will?"

Having nothing to lose and owing him a favor for staining that scarf she nodded.

A new kind of light shined brightly in his eyes and he held the door open for her and popped open an umbrella for her.

"I know the perfect place for us to eat and get to know each other."

Blushing and ducked out and walked beside him staring close to keep from getting too soaked.

"You got a name?"

Gasping, she looked up at him," I am so sorry. My name is Lacie... Just Lacie... What's yours..?"

"Cayde-6. My friends call me Cayde."

"6... That's how many times you've been reset right? And could we be friends?"

Chuckling at her curiosity he nodded, " yes to the first question and I hope we can. I need more friends. The people I work with are kinda... Boring. Except for Ikora. Oh...sorry you don't know what I'm talking about."

Lacie giggled and smiled at him

"It's okay. Really."

Stopping out front of a ramen shop she gasped and her eyes widened.

Mistaking her gasp for one of shock and disappointment he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I uh....I can take you somewhere else I just really love this place."

"Are you insane? No I want to eat here. This is my favorite restaurant in the whole city. I come here twice a week religiously."

"I've got you beat. I come here everyday."

Laughing together they walked in and sat at the bar in front of the cook, the two of them ordering the same spicy ramen bowl.

"So what's a beautiful young lady doing running out in the rain in heels that could end your life?"

Shyly she looked at him as he handed her some water and a pair of chopsticks.

"I got off work late and I was planning on grabbing a coffee and heading home to finish a field visit report."

"Sounds absolutely boring. Where do you work?"

Looking at him, she hesitated unsure if she should really be telling a strange man she just met where she worked.

Almost like he could read her mind he patted her hand gently. "You don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable. I understand. I work at The Tower."

The Tower was the second largest corporation in the world, they had different classes of people all over the world doing various missions to keep peace. It was also the hardest company to get into due to strict policies and physical requirements. This made her curious of his job title. He must have been one of the lower workers.

"That's impressive... I just work at the hospital that's across the street..I've heard that there are three CEO's and they are in control of the different classes...I also heard they're dicks... like super dicks."

Suddenly she heard Cayde cough and clear his throat and he looked at her bemused.

"You uh....you ever meet one of them?"

Looking down at her lap she shook her head.

"No..I know it's not right to listen to gossip like that but that's a huge company. I guess being an asshole would kinda come with the territory of running a multimillion dollar corporation."

Continuing to look at her even when the cook set their bowls down he finally asked,"Do I seem like an asshole to you?"

Sipping on some broth she sighed happily after swallowing.

"No. Why do you-"

Freezing mid-sentence she locked eyes with him and he smirked knowing she finally made the connection.

"Y-y-you......?"

"Yup."

Standing up immediately she bowed her head to him.

"I am so sorry sir. Please forgive my rudeness."

Cayde laughed and patted her shoulder.

"Sweetheart it's okay. You make me laugh. Oh man ...your face..."

Embarrassed and confused she looked at him turning redder than a tomato.

"S-stop laughing at me ...I didn't know..."

Ruffling her hair, much to her unamusement, he looked at her.

"I don't look the part of a big wig. Nor doing have the...fleshy components I suppose. So I can understand."

"No no it's not that well, the dressing part is but I don't think a CEO or anyone that has an important role to play should be defined by whether they are a robot or not. That's stupid. Besides if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a man."

Finishing her speech she realized that he was staring at her and she blushed again.

"I'm sorry... That made no sense .."

"No no I was just admiring the way your eyes sparkled with your determination just now. Either way it's okay. Let's finish our meal. I'm sure you're tired from your day."

Feeling like she really insulted the man beside her she silently ate her ramen. When the time came to pay the bill she reached for hers and squeaked surprised when he gently smacked her hand.

"My treat. It's a date remember?"

"I...but I-"

Getting up Cayde went and paid for the food then gently he helped her down off the stool and led her outside noticing that the rain finally stopped.

"Ah it stopped raining finally."

"Yup."

Standing there in an awkward silence, Lacie was about to say something when her hologram ghost popped up.

"Lacie. You have a message from Sarah. She says you were supposed to meet her an hour ago."

"Ah! Moondance you were supposed to remind me!"

"I did. You put me on silent remember?"

Dismissing her ghost she quickly bowed.

"Thank you so much for dinner and I am so sorry again. And I'm sorry but I have to get going! I hope we can hang out again soon!"

Waving at Cayde she ran off leaving him watching her.

"You like her."

Looking at his ghost Sundance he chuckled.

"Yes. Yes I believe I do. Remind me to send her flowers tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Dismissing his ghost he chuckled again.

"I hope to see you again too.... Lacie..."

*End Part 1*

All I'm gonna say is I hope this is enjoyed....I think I'm going to make it a series so stay tuned..

Also credit to @dark0angel13 for her oc.

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sun-courter · 5 years

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.:Focus:.

Warning(s): None! Besides some innocently frisky kitties. Post is a bit gif-heavy.

Origin Date: 18 August 2019. Weekly prompt from FC Discord.

X’sehya is trying to be a good adult and continue to hone his aethersight in the wake of his blindness. For once, it’s W’behna that wants to poke about. (Joint RP with @o-we-whohunt as W’behna)

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One would think Sehya would be a lazy bum, especially after his late night work at The Higure Regalia. The last time he'd done any real work for gil had been a few moons ago, long before he lost his eyes in Ul'dah. One would even think more so he'd sleep in based on the whining he did while crawling into bed to his mate when he'd gotten home, still dressed up his finery and with sore feet and playing it up for attention. Which of course he'd gotten. What a wonderful mate W'behna truly was.

This morning however he was up early at sun's rise, no more than a few bells of sleep. The night had had an odd effect on him with the singing and dancing. He realized how much he missed it. How good it felt to move in motion with the song once more, to enjoy the collective joy and revelry that came in an entertained crowd.

He wanted to return to that. His aethersight training was blossoming wonderfully with Mori's teachings but he still had difficulty with fine details, such as reading the liquor bottles at the party last night. He needed to get /better./ And so Sehya was plopped down in the Temple's quiet gardens in a meditation pose as the priest had taught him, just listening to what was about, sensing who was active in this early hour.

It was a strange thing to wake to Sehya being up so early. W'Behna didn't follow after him since there were paints to prepare for the work day in the studio. Plus he trusted well enough that if the golden Tia wandered off to far, he'd eventually be back and be safe for it as well. Though he'd be lying if there wasn't a niggling of worry at the back of his head.

The paint work had helped him draw his mind away from those things, however. He crushed down materials for pigments, and stretched canvas over frames through the morning. In the afternoon he'd work on teaching W'Ehnri some things around cooking. Then at night he'd set to work on the painting he had planned. These odd domestic pattern was often broken up with random errands from the Priests, or Ritsuka, but it was easy work compared to his old taskmasters.

Though today he disrupted his own routine. Once the first inks were finished, he had no need to prep a canvas for today's work. Thus, W'Behna roamed down the halls. The Tia seeking out the other until he came to the outer walkways.

Even with a garden this bright, it wasn't hard for him to spot the blonde miqo'te. Those ears tilting to favor his direction before Behna slowly began stalking over. The rogue focusing on muting his steps and drawing his presence inward. Especially when he picked up that Sehya was practicing his aethersight.

Crouching low, ears laid back, and tail off the ground, Behna walked heel to toe so slowly the grass itself barely crunched beneath his feet. Right up until he was at the edge of Sehya's personal space.

It was rare to see the dancer so still. Especially to those that didn't know him well. And there were only two that truly did. Sehya was quite capable of being calm and still when the situation called for it. He was a man of masks and wore what was advantageous for the situation. Though he naturally carried a bit of energy to him, he was also quite content to train or do other protective work. When the whim struck him!

Necessity is what drove many of the cat's actions. And this was one he imposed upon himself.

It seemed Behna may be successful on his sneaking. There was the barest flicker of one of those golden ears among the wavy hair but perhaps it was just a tic of the imagination?

No sound came from Behna. Not even a hum of consideration as he saw that ear flick. A hand reaching out to just slide fingers carefully along nape, following the curve of the cervical ridge.

So light was the touch it might as well been a ghost!

Nope. Sehya refused to acknowledge the touch that threatened to raise goosebumps over his skin. Both a fear instinct and, well, something else. Why did he have to tie his hair over his shoulder today? Mistakes had been made. His long-furred tail tapped a bit from where it was curled about his leg and feet but he kept to reaching out with those senses Mori had woken him to.

Able to pick out the signatures of the bird nesting not too far away. Someone was walking about on the outer porches of the residential quarters, one of the staff he didn't know terribly well.

Behna's tail swished at the lack of response besides those goose bumps. Though blue eyes widened with interest before narrowing. A blossoming curiosity - and some playfulness - driving the wolf Tia forward. After all, he wanted his mate to be successful so why not push him a little! See how far that focus really went.

Thus, Sehya had his mate crouching low. Those hands planted into the blanket as he inched forward to nip at the spot he had just touched. No grin. Ono, that expression was reserved to those eyes alone for the stoic hunter.

An internal curse and a twitch of one of those finely shaped brows. Really? /Now/ his usually reserved mate wanted to play in such a manner in public? Well as public as the Temple's gardens were. The clarity of his aethersight fluttered for a moment with his loss of concentration and it took a moment to bring it back into focus again. The auras becoming distinct once more. He could see the early morning milling about. Hokusai was sneaking out to laze about somewhere before he was caught. Ritsuka was departing for one reason or another and from here Sehya could make out he was carrying folders. Ah, likely some boring meeting.

Details that served almost as well as natural sight. Good. Even if his hackles raised at the nip. Not his neck, damn hunter!

A good hunter always went for the neck though!

Though her certainly sensed the hiccup in his mate's aethersight. Behna was trained for such things after all. His black tail swished, stirring up some of the fallen red maple leaves as he let it sink to the ground and drew his presence out of its more subdued state.

Balancing on the balls of his feet, his hands just simply moved to Sehya's sides. Just a light touch. So featherlight it may even tickle some in its passing.

There was a hair trigger ready if that became more than a light touch! It was that danger instinct, though of course in a completely different manner. When the two Tias had first started their relationship Sehya had always carried a small paranoia that this talented rogue would one day turn on him without hesitation. There was quite a bounty on the dancer's head with various Ul'dahn organizations to include the Flames.

Now he had zero doubt of the sincerity W'behna had towards him. Who else would stay by a broken man's side after such injuries? Such disfiguring injuries in Sehya's mind. Why would an assassin keep its mark alive through all this? Propose, even? Perhaps a sly flirt like the blond would use such a tactic to let one's guard down but...that didn't feel like that case at all with this wolf Tia.

There was complete trust.

Though not when he was trying to focus!

Most would likely think the stoic wasn't the sort to play. Though W'Behna often proved it was quite the opposite, especially as he raised his head to murmur a short line to a golden ear. Those fingers remaining where they were for now.

"Perfect." The short compliment given to how well Sehya was focused.

It was true, at one point in his life he was meant to be set against the other. Though it was a time that he was growing tired with his masters, and wanted to rescue his nephew that had been turned into insurance for them. Behna, after all, was quite the capable hunter! Anyone who wanted him in their employ was wise to hold collateral.

Though who would have thought he'd genuinely fall for his prey in the process?

"Not so easy with your playing about back there," was the murmur. Things slowly coming into better clarity as his brow furrowed, forcing the tendrils of his aether how to mingle and read and learn about the others about him. He'd never seen Suiren with his birth sight before. But now he could tell the flowers here were a soft pale white, the blossoms overhead in the tree were pink.

"Life will not be so calm."

What a short and sweet explanation. Especially as he chased after the words with a kiss along the spot he had nipped at previously. Those black ears laid back and he just eased into sitting there behind Sehya.

Those hands fell to rest just lightly at his hips. Behna picturing those spots easily enough. He rather liked them after all.

"Keep going. I will not be too indecent."

"You'd better not. We are on holy ground." A bit of tease but there was also a surprising firmness to the miqo'te's tone. He /wanted/ to be of just as much use as he'd been before. To be able to defend himself, defend W'behna and W'ehnri. Playing helpless damsel didn't sit too well with him. And they both had a plethora of enemies. Perhaps one day one would be determined enough to cross the sea.

A calm sigh that turned into a soft intake of his breath to retain his meditation. White flowers, some blue as well. The flowerbeds were tidy. Ah, a tiny bird decoration sticking up from the soil. Sari had been the one to tend to these some time back, hadn't he? A cute charming touch that seemed perfectly in character with the quiet Xaela.

"Hmmn..." Was the hum, but no other words were offered. W'Behna simply curled his tail and settled in there. His body a supportive frame for the blond. After a moment of silence he merely purred out: "Details."

This was peaceful and nice. Even if he was always vigilant as one of the temple's few martial talents, W'Behna allowed himself to relax at moments like this. Especially since his mate had his 'eyes' on things right now. A complete trust put in Sehya's growing abilities with aethersight.

There was no need to focus. He could tell that Toya-san was about in the altar room. That W'Ehnri was up and seeing to his chores. A flick of the ear and he could even hear the light hum of Mashuel far away in the kitchen preparing breakfast since it was his turn for such.

To be able to "throw" one's senses far into the distance was one the hunter had honed at a young age. Granted, none of those memories were fond things. He just didn't dwell on them.

The one thing he could thank his mother for was his plethora of talents that made him skilled at protecting his family.

"You know I love the details." There was a content warmth when he felt Behna in such moods. They were rare. But there was work to be done. So he'd put his mate to work as well. "The woman walking on the porch, there." He pointed across the garden where one of the walkways went over a small pond where a young Raen woman was passing. "Wearing black...white...some gold." Little did he know these were the temple colors and quite accurate.

W'Behna put his attention that way. The raen woman assessed before giving a nod. "En." He confirmed in a little grunt. A kiss to a shoulder following it in reward. "Good."

Ears flicked and tail swished a bit in satisfaction of getting it right. Long fingers went to pluck a flower that lay within reach, rolling the stem between his fingerpads. It was almost as clear as actual sight this close. "A lily of white, six petals and pink towards the center." Content, he lifted it to his nose to enjoy the scent.

"Hmn, yes." Another kiss up along the curve of his neck. "The bridge?"

Blue eyes lifted, directing towards the pond's bridge. The railings of it a bright red, with black accents, and wooden blanks of a warm oak color. A few petals and maple leaves already scattered along it would offer some interference. Not to mention the various colored koi swimming about in the water.

Meanwhile, Behna let his fingers stroke along Sehya's side. A mild distraction, or simply an action the stoic hunter couldn't help.

His tail swished in the grass as it took some effort not to return all these lovely signs of affection. Indeed he had to learn to keep this focus outside of meditation, hold onto it as much as breathing. The ever-closed eyes looked to where Behna was indicating, picking up on the direction easily enough. The light breeze tossed the faint outlines of the leaves in his vision obscuring the other 'lines.' The back and forth motions of koi in the pond sent ripples over already blurred lines. His brow furrowed. The barest outline was easy, it's what he'd fallen back on as normal.

But DETAILS.

"A long pond, perpendicular to the fence, surrounded by rocks. The bridge lays across it. Red, bright red paint. And looks lovely enough for two to be able to stand comfortably side by side."

"En."

Behna was impressed, and sure enough came another kiss as a reward. This one just along jaw. He was definitely proud of his mate's progress. Mori's teaching was good. Possibly gentler than the methods and conditions he had been schooled under.

Definitely wise he didn't teach it.

"Pretty enough for a small bonding, yes." Behna added then; speaking more at length as was necessary. "Unless you have regained a taste for something more...elaborate."

"Hm, I don't know." Sehya finally let himself relax if just the bit as he turned his head to return the smooch to wherever he could reach of his mate. "I made quite a haul last night. We could go all out. Get you into a nice suit. Release doves overhead. Silk everywhere."

Behna accommodated him, if only to give him a kiss upon those lips instead of a cheek. Those hands now folded around to the front of the blonde. Though they were not being bad in anyway at least. Honest!

Instead the hunter was purring. Displaying his current mood with sounds and relaxed feline tells. His tail lazily dragged upon the ground.

"That is much, but if it is what you wish for."

The dancer couldn't help a small chuckle at the reluctance in those words. Oh he know he could like get Behna all prettied up if he asked! But naw, he wasn't that cruel. With a content smile he gave in to lean against the other miqo'te, just taking in the calm.

The scent of the flowers and soil and Behna's familiar scent he knew so well. The sound of the slight ocean breeze that somehow still found its way up this hill, wind-chimes from the temple tinkling gently about. The warmth of the trusted body behind him. He was starting to be at peace again.

That relaxed posture put Behna at ease. Quite simply the hunter's happiness was tied to his mate and nephew. As long as they were happy, he could be content with anything in the world.

"Hmn..."

One of his hands at least resting back so he could be a proper resting spot for Sehya. Behna's other just lingering where it was. The blue eyes cast their gaze over the gardens. To think he found a peaceful life now. It seemed surreal in some respects, but he was happy with it.

A fact that made the black cat smile without him really noticing at all!

#roleplay #w'behna tia

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“...it can’t get any worse.”

Fictober 2018 - Day 29

Out of the entire population of the known world—or maybe even the unknown—Hoshigaki Kisame is the very last person anyone should be asking to take care of a child.

At least, that’s his opinion. He dislikes kids. Not ‘hate,’ mind you. He doesn’t hate them. Dislikes them. For many reasons. And none of those reasons are why he thinks most would want to keep children as far from him as possible. Sure, they’re needy, emotional, selfish, nosy, stupid and naive, but that has virtually nothing on the fact that he’s the Blue Beast. The terror of 14 prefectures, known by his work in multiple countries, valued at several millions in bounties, with a flawless hit record and a taste for prey that he can play with first.

He’s worked very hard for this reputation, so why the h*** did Shimura Danzo contact him for this job? It makes absolutely no sense.

Not that he can say no, exactly, not with the pay grade he’s offering, but still… He’s barely even been given anything to work with; something about the National Hero Commission trying to keep the lowest of profiles… And he guesses that, as a fugitive of the law himself, he can understand this.

It’s even mildly amusing that the enforcers of the law are now trying to dodge it. Ah, espionage. If he wasn’t in the hired gun business, that’s probably where he’d be. Much more fun than boring old criminal justice.

His knee is just starting to bounce again when he, at long last, hears the train. It’s close now. Took it long enough; it’s twenty minutes late. And thanks to the delay, the platform is filling up more than he’s really comfortable with. Not that it’s a terribly dangerous place for him to be… Laamu is a pretty remote little town. It’s more of a waystation for trains than anything else. Probably why Shimura picked it as the rendezvous point. The likelihood of anybody recognizing him here is fairly low, all things considered… Still. He wore long sleeves and jeans without holes for today. His complexion is rather… distinct.

The train pulls in with the ease of a greased pump, whipping air and fallen leaves off the tracks into the faces of anyone stupid enough to stand too close to the edge. Kisame remains seated where he is, on one of the benches against the wall, as far from the edge of the platform as he can get. He takes his work seriously; no unnecessary risks. He watches the windows on each car get steadily slower until they at last come to a stop, with Car 7 stopping directly in front of him, just as planned.

It’s nice when things go according to plan.

He pulls his phone from the pocket of his hooded jacket and pulls up the specified informant’s photo again. He’s a bit of a plain-looking guy… brown hair, round eyes. Should be easy enough to spot.

Movies always portray secret agents running around in suits all the time. Psh. How ridiculous. No, Kisame will be looking for average street clothes, something that blends into everybody else. The key will be the hair. And the kid.

Now he waits for them to find him.

Only a few people get off at this stop, but they disappear immediately into the crowd waiting to board. Kisame sweeps his gaze over them all, searching for heads fighting the flow. It’s eight in the morning, and anybody with anywhere to be is on their way out. And since nobody in this dinky little town has gone anywhere yet, it’s understandable that nobody’s on their way back yet.

Ah. There they are.

The informant dude is dressed in an outdated band tee and denim jacket (like, actual denim), darker jeans, and Nikes. A weighty backpack is slung over one shoulder, and he lugs a single, small suitcase behind him. Trailing just behind that, a tiny kid dressed in black follows with his head down and hood up, hands stuffed away in his pockets. Black shoes, black jeans, black hoodie, and the sneaking wisps of black hair peeking out from under the black shadows under the hood.

Great. An emo punk.

Kisame doesn’t stand. Not yet. Only waits.

The informant, who matches the photo more the closer he gets, doesn’t look straight at him, and makes sure to take a wandering beeline across the platform before at last, he arrives close to the bench on which Kisame sits, and pauses to pull out his phone. To anyone else, he looks like he’s simply checking messages or perhaps looking up directions. The kid lingers behind him, still not raising his head. He’s probably been told to keep it down until they’re at the appropriate location—in this case, the safehouse thirty minutes outside of town.

Then the informant meets Kisame’s gaze, jerks his head in gesture, and then heads off toward the exit. The kid follows dutifully. Kisame waits exactly twelve seconds, gets up, stretches, and then follows.

Once in the parking lot, the informant wordlessly allows Kisame to overtake them so he can lead them to his Jeep, which is parked a fair distance from the main entrance. He hops in the front seat and starts her up as the informant and the kid climb into the passenger and back seats respectively. Kisame doesn’t bother waiting to hear the click of seatbelts before he’s pulling out and making for the highway.

The little town of Laamu takes no less than five minutes to cross, with zero traffic, zero lights, and only one stop sign at a major intersection. Once the quaint neighborhood streets fall behind them, the open countryside swallows them up in little woods and rice paddies.

Then and only then does the informant speak.

“You know where you’re headed?” he asks, in a voice that’s softer than Kisame expected it would be. Then again, it matches those wide, almost-innocent eyes.

Kisame snorts. “Never been to the area… I took a little drive around before heading to the station. Scoped things out.”

“It’s a nice place,” the informant hums, gazing out the window. “Quiet, unassuming… Nobody gives you any trouble in places like these.”

“Unless your dog gets into your neighbor’s flowers, nope, not at all.” Kisame shifts his gaze from the road briefly to shoot the man a wary glance. He understands the concept of protocol… but he can cut the crap now. No need for double entendres; it’s not like his car is bugged or anything.

He checks. Every day.

“You gonna debrief me or what?” Kisame just goes for it. No use beating around the bush.

The informant sighs a little. “…Yes. I brought a file for you to look over when we get to the safehouse.”

“We have half an hour; anything you can’t just tell me on the way?”

The informant is somewhat hesitant—why, Kisame can’t begin to guess. They’re hiring him for this job, they’d better be good and prepared to give him every detail he asks for. He doesn’t go into jobs half blind. It increases risk, it’s bad for business and frankly, it’s just plain stupid.

Thankfully, the informant does start talking, sparingly. He tells Kisame about a group of vigilante hackers called Heaven’s Eye, which had apparently been a thorn in poor old Shimura Danzo’s side for quite some time, breaking into secure networks, stealing compromising information about Pro-Heroes and releasing it to the public.

Apparently, they got their hands on some pretty shady stuff, including operations of the National Hero Commission itself, matters of national security, and nobody knows what else. The informant says the commission fears for more sensitive information was accessed—like nuclear launch codes and the like.

Between this information and the occasional pause to give Kisame passenger-side directions, it takes the informant the whole trip to get to this point. They turn off the main roads and cross the last stretch of minimum maintenance, which doubles as the cabin’s driveway, until said cabin comes into view. It’s an old, single-story thing with missing shingles and weathered siding, a sagging porch. Small, unassuming… just like Laamu. A perfect hideaway.

As Kisame’s pulling up to the front and shutting off the engine, the informant lowers his voice to finish the backstory.

“I’m not authorized to go into details, but a third party hired someone to put the group’s leader and several officers down for good.” The informant keeps his gaze steady, but Kisame doesn’t miss the twitch of his eyes—like he starts to glance at the rearview mirror and stops himself a split-second in.

Kisame glances back. Frowns. Looks at the informant. “The kid?”

The informant just gets out of the car in response. Kisame looks back again, but the child is following suit of his guardian—or at least, his guardian until the day’s over.

This certainly wasn’t what Kisame expected.

After the other two, he gets out, the Jeep leaping once rid of his bulk, making the kid at the back of the car suck in a breath in surprise as the informant fishes his suitcase out of the trunk. Kisame snickers.

“I take it the rest I have to—” he starts to say as he rounds to the back, ready to receive the briefing file at long last.

He’s not ready for the kid to lower himself into a bow, to him, and speak in a level, eloquent voice that’s not at all the punkish grumble he imagined it would be.

“I’m sorry for my rudeness,” he says, small voice bouncing off the ground on its way to Kisame’s ears. “I was told not to draw attention until we reached our destination, so I refrained from introducing myself. My name is Uchiha Itachi. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

‘Rudeness’? ‘It’s a pleasure’? Kisame stares, flabbergasted. “What the h***, kid… Did they tell you who I am?”

It’s halfway to rhetorical; only halfway. Given this strange cordiality, Kisame has his doubts. Can he even remember the last time somebody claimed it was a pleasure to meet him? Somebody he didn’t proceed to kill in their sleep shortly after?

“Indeed,” the child—child??—replies calmly, rising to fix Kisame with the biggest black eyes he’s ever seen. The kid looks like a doll. All eyelashes and pale round cheeks. “I’m told you’re a very capable mercenary.”

Kisame tears his attention away from the oddity before him just to glare at the informant (who, to his credit, seems unfazed). “Oh, so he gets all the info ahead of time.”

The informant just shrugs and starts rummaging around in his backpack. Before Kisame can say anything further, he speaks without looking up. “Uchiha-kun, why don’t you take your bag inside?”

It’s a patronizing dismissal, pitched in stark contrast to the maturity that had just spewed forth from this tiny pre-teen’s mouth—and he really is tiny. Uchiha Itachi barely surpasses Kisame’s waist.

Despite this treatment, Itachi nods to the informant and gathers up his suitcase. “Yes, sir,” he says, before marching off to do as he’s told.

Kisame watches him go, puzzling over how on earth such a polite little hellion can exist on this planet. Kids are supposed to be terrors… or so he’s gleaned from his experience.

“Is there something wrong with him?” he blurts, the first explanation to come to the forefront of his mind. In hindsight, it’s probably highly unfair and rude of him to assume this, but he’s never claimed to be an upstanding guy. Which is precisely why he’s confused.

The informant shoots him a stink eye before he whips a manila folder out of his bag and holds it out for Kisame to take. It’s stuffed full of neatly stacked papers, thickened with several paper clips in their midst. As Kisame receives it and begins leafing through, the informant gives him his answer.

“No. His family is very conservative. He’s been raised well.” The informant sets his backpack beside the Jeep’s rear wheel. “The only thing that could be considered ‘wrong’ with him is—”

“Hold up, hold up.” Kisame pauses in his skim of the first page—a profile of the kid who just went inside. “This kid’s an agent?”

The informant stutters into an exasperated sigh, but shakes his head. “It was an honorary induction, for the purpose of his assignment—of which he only had one.”

“The hit,” Kisame concludes, eyes darting further down the page in search of answers.

“Yes.”

“It says he—S***, he killed twelve people? Daddy included?? D***.” Kisame taps the page appreciatively. “Shimura doesn’t play around.”

“Officially,” the informant says sternly, “neither the commissioners or the NHC have anything to do with the incident. We’d like to keep it that way.”

“Duh, that’s why you’re saddling him on me.” Kisame waves him off, too busy drowning in new intel to really care. Because if this kid is really only thirteen, as his profile claims, and he really just killed twelve people in cold blood on orders from Above, then— “So he’s either a psychopath or I’m gonna have to deal with some post-traumatic s***?”

The informant doesn’t look pleased with this summary, but both of them know he can’t dispute it. He’s not wrong. “We couldn’t exactly take him to see a professional after the mission was complete. But yes, the latter is very likely. We don’t expect you to be his shrink, but we figured you might have some experience dealing with a maiden kill and its fallout.”

Okay, the informant’s not wrong either.

This really is turning into a bit of a pain… Kisame doesn’t do comfort. He doesn’t do… nurturing, reassurance, that sort of crap. He’s no good at it, and has no interest in becoming good at it. It’s not necessary for his line of work, so why should he? But apparently, it’s being demanded of him now…

Granted, there’s no way they can enforce that will happen. If the kid turns into some mentally screwed up mess because his government used him and then dumped him in a wanted man’s lap, that’s not his problem. As long as he gets his money every month, as promised.

“He’s a good kid,” the informant insists, as if Kisame asked or something. “He’s young. He needs some kind of guidance. Stability, until things can settle down. This is far from ideal, we’re well aware, but we don’t have much going for options at this point. There’s not a lot for childcare in the underworld. You were the closest person we could find who’s done jobs for us before, relatively cooperative, mostly mentally sound, and not officially labeled as a Villain in the books.”

“Yeah,” Kisame snorts, “so you repay my good service by creating a child murderer and depositing his scrawny traumatized a** on me. You and I both know I’m not exactly qualified for this. I’m not a babysitter.”

The informant’s dark eyes narrow. “Don’t forget, we’re paying you good money to handle this.”

“How could I forget? That’s all I get outta this arrangement.”

That seems to be the end of that, because the informant rolls his eyes heavenward and scoops up his deposited backpack. He slings it over his shoulder and starts walking toward the driveway. “Read the file. We expect a regular check-in on the third of every month. Wi-fi password’s clipped to the photograph.”

Had to get the last word in, eh? Kisame heaves a dramatic sigh in accordance with the government’s dramatic antics and just gives the informant a lazy salute. He’ll figure out whatever else he needs to know from the file, he knows that. And what he can’t find there is bound to be within easy reach from the government-issued computer system inside. Shimura Danzo is nothing if not thorough.

Still. Kisame flips to Itachi’s profile again, glancing over the paragraphs of summary info before settling on the photograph of the kid. Instinctively, he looks up to the cabin, only to find that same kid standing on the porch, just outside the door. With his hands clasped in front of him and the morning sun creeping over the surrounding woods and distant mountain peaks… it’s like a shot from a movie.

Kisame groans to himself and snaps the folder shut. “No sweat, Hoshigaki… you’re just stuck alone on a mountain with a ridiculously pretentious teenager who just murdered his father and eleven other people, and you’re being paid a fortune in compensation and hush money to take care of him until he’s old enough to graduate… from the schooling you have to give him, even though you dropped out of high school, all because everybody in the country would recognize his face now.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, where a headache is beginning to throb. “Right… At least it can’t get any worse.”

#fictober18 #my hero academia #naruto #crossover #fix-it au #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #tenzou cameo #first meetings

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