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Dialogue Prompts

Training with Tension

Warnings: brief sexual references

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⇥ “Is that the best you can do?”

⇥ “I won’t go easy on you.”

⇥ “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”

⇥ “Quit going easy on me.”

⇥ “Hit me.”

⇥ “You need to do better than that.”

⇥ “I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

⇥ “Is this necessary?”

⇥ “Try again.”

⇥ “Pick it up.”

⇥ “You’re pissing me off.”

⇥ “Am I making you angry? Good. Use it.”

⇥ “You’re not that mad, or you’d hit harder.”

⇥ “Let me show you how.”

⇥ “Not bad.”

⇥ “Get off me.”

⇥ “You’re heavy.”

⇥ “Are you okay?”

⇥ “I can’t tell if you want to hit me or kiss me.”

⇥ “Do you like me this close to you?”

⇥ “If you wanted me this close to you, you could have just asked.”

⇥ “Are you that red because you’re out of breath or because you’re flustered?”

⇥ “You can do better than that.”

⇥ “Aw, you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

⇥ “How does it feel getting your ass kicked by someone smaller than you?”

⇥ “I thought this would be more of a challenge.”

⇥ “You talk a lot of shit for someone pinned on their back.”

⇥ “I could get used to seeing you on top of / underneath me.”

⇥ “Is that your weapon or are you just happy to see me?”

⇥ “Go on. Show me what you got.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Reader Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kindaichi Yuutarou Additional Tags: Reader is Kindaichi's cousin, reader is a second year, a wild Iwaizumi appears but only for a second, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks Series: Part 1 of Haikyuu!! One Shots Summary:

Soulmates are real. You have the first words that your soulmate says to you tattooed somewhere on your body. What isn't as widely known about soulmates, is that you always know when they are telling a lie.

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"An assassin?"

"Yes,"

"Like a slit your throat and laugh as you die assassin?"

"If I laugh as the victim dies it would give my position away,"

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Imagine your OTP in a hero/villain AU. But take the one that would obviously be the hero, and the one that would obviously be the villain, and swap them. 

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The Gala: Cutting In

Part Two of The Gala!

CW: Hisoka; possessive behaviour

I didn't mean to leave it this long, but I travelled home for the first time in nearly a year after moving out and away for the very first time, so I have been a bit preoccupied with that!!

I hope you enjoy!

As always, Mairi is the creation of the lovely @crocworkships <3

Rea had to admit. She was surprised. The clown did know how to dance. In fact, he happened to be an incredibly good dancer (much to Rea’s annoyance) and a wonderful lead. Not once did Rea feel as though she was going to stumble – which arguably should have happened at least once if only from the proximity of their bodies to one another. There was silence for a good minute as they waltzed. She felt herself to begin to relax into his hold just the slightest.

“See? This can’t be as horrible as you thought it would be.”

His voice was teasing, and Rea stiffened again.

“Don’t push your luck, Hisoka.”

“My, my, addressing me by my name –”

“I can always go back to clown, if you would prefer.”

She felt, more than heard, the vibrations of his laugh, but there was no reply. They once again fell into silence, much to Rea’s relief. It didn’t take long for her to begin relaxing again, her mind wandering and eyes tracing over the other dancers. She finally found Mairi and Illumi after a few moments. She couldn’t see the assassin’s face, but she could see Mairi, and she could tell that, while her friend looked wildly uncomfortable, she was speaking to her partner, and the expression she was sporting looked particularly victorious. Rea let out a small breath laughing to herself – she certainly couldn’t wait to hear what was happening there.

Her mind slowly wandered back to her own dancing predicament, and her own partner.

“So, you do know how to dance.” The words were spoken softly, and Hisoka simply hummed in reply. She was hoping he would tell her where he had learned to dance, but he seemed to be content remaining noncommittal on the subject.

She tilted her head slightly to peek at her dance partner out of the corner of her eye, only to find him already gazing down at her. Not expecting to meet his eyes, she looked away quickly and began chewing on her bottom lip: the silence becoming more than she could handle.

How long was this song?

“You look nice, too.” She hadn’t meant to blurt the words out so harshly, but the silence was weighing on her and Rea felt a little bit bad she hadn’t complimented the man earlier.

She could practically feel Hisoka simper. “Why thank you, Dearest.”

She let out a small groan, “Don’t make me regret saying that, Hisoka.”

“Never.” Came his short but playful return.

Rea allowed her eyes to wander again. She was surprised by how willing Hisoka was to remain in silence with her – normally she couldn’t get the man to shut-up. It was aggravating how tolerable he could be when he really wanted to.

Rea was thankful that Hisoka wasn’t trying any particularly flashy moves that she would have expected from him. Not only did she not have to worry about making a fool of herself, she was able to look out into the sea of faces that surrounded the dance floor.

She stiffened again, eyes meeting a pair of all too familiar grey ones that widened in surprise in return.

Hisoka shifted them suddenly, redirecting her gaze to another part of the ballroom. She looked up at him again, only to find this time, he was not looking at her, but rather in the direction she had just been gazing. His face was hard, eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and his bloodlust rippled off of him to a degree that caused the other couples to unconsciously dance away from their general proximity.

After what was likely only thirty seconds more - but felt like an eternity - the song finally came to an end, and Hisoka, without warning, dipped Rea.

Should’ve expected it, quite honestly. She grasped at him a little more desperately than she would have liked, and he chuckled in her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Once he righted Rea again, she took a small step away from the man slightly disoriented for the moment, and she craned her head to see if she could spot Mairi, when suddenly a gentle voice spoke from behind her.

“I was wondering, if perhaps, I could ask you for the next dance…” He paused, and Rea spun about to find Chrollo standing behind her, one hand tucked behind his back and the other extended toward her. His head tilted to one side, eyes gazing at her intently, before flicking to Hisoka, “Of course, as long as your… date… doesn’t mind.”

Rea blinked owlishly at the man before replying.

“Oh. Hisoka is not my date.” She could have smacked herself in the face for how blunt that was.

Chrollo only smiled at her more widely, “Well, then. May I have this dance?”

“Oh, uh. I suppose…” She turned briefly back to Hisoka, who was staring down at her impassively.

“Ah, thank you. For the dance… Hiso.”

He blinked at her a few times before he grinned – the nickname registered.

“Of course, Dearest! Anytime~”

She rolled her eyes as she turned back to Chrollo. She knew she was definitely going to regret that. She hesitantly placed her hand into Chrollo’s, and he brought her into a secure hold. It was different than Hisoka’s, just as sure, but something more calming in his touch.

Perhaps that is because you chose to dance with Chrollo.

Rea pushed the thought away and met Chrollo’s gaze.

“It has been a while. I hardly expected to see you here.”

He gave her a soft smile, before pulling her closer into him – if anything she would swear that he was holding her even closer than Hisoka had.

“I hadn’t expected to see you here either, although I would be lying if I said your presence was anything but a wonderful surprise for me.”

Rea blinked a few times. This was the first time the man had spoken so directly with her, about her. She was glad that they were so close, it prevented him from seeing the blush that had taken over her face completely.

“Ah, well. I…” She cleared her throat cursing her awkwardness, “… I have missed your presence around the shop. So, I am glad to have run into you here.”

Rea could have sworn that she felt the man’s grip on her waist tighten almost imperceptibly at her words.

“I have missed being at your shop. I quite enjoyed the routine of coming to see you.”

Wait – coming to see me? Rea had been under the impression that he simply enjoyed the very extensive collection of books she kept in the shop, she never dreamed that he could possibly want to see her.

She allowed herself a breath before asking her next question.

“How long will you be in the city for?”

There was a pause as though Chrollo was thinking of how to answer.

“For a few months at the very least. I have some… extensive business to see to here.”

Rea hummed in understanding. She wasn’t completely sure what it was that Chrollo did, but she knew better than to ask.

“Then, you must make sure to come visit me at the shop.”

Her words were confident, but her voice wavered as she spoke them, desperately hoping she wasn’t saying the wrong thing. When he didn’t immediately answer, she opened her mouth to come up with an excuse for being too forward, but she was stopped short by Chrollo pulling away from her ever so slightly and meeting her eyes directly.

“As you wish.”

She blinked and nearly tripped over her own feet; he steadied her with a smile.

“Was that…”

“From the Princess Bride? Yes. I quite enjoyed it. If you wouldn’t mind I would quite like to talk about it with you some time.”

Rea couldn’t help the smile that slid across her face. She really didn’t think the man would have read it, but something in her jumped at the fact that he had, that he enjoyed it. Funny how she had initially been annoyed at his interest in the novel.

“I think I would like that as well.”

He returned her to her original position, and she allowed herself to relax into him, taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent, which only pushed her to relax further.

Did he have to smell this good, too?

The fingers that were wrapped securely around her waist began to rub soft circles into the fabric of her dress and the skin beneath.

“You look lovely, tonight, by the way.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his compliment.

“Th-thank you.”

She scrambled for what to say in return.

“I would say that you also look lovely tonight, but you always look lovely, so I am unsure what the worth of such a compliment would be.”

His grip certainly tightened this time, and he pulled Rea flush against him, causing her to stumble just the slightest; Chrollo allowed her a moment before continuing their dance, much less formal now, taking on a new level of intimacy, their frame completely destroyed.

“If it is coming from you, it is worth hearing.”

Rea prayed he could not hear or feel how fast her heart was beating, and she was thankful he was still holding her steady.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed! I really had way too much fun writing this fic.

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3:54

Kirishima x gn!reader - (Aged up)

CW: None - This is pure fluff!

Cross-posted on my Ao3

You wake up in the middle of the night to find your boyfriend missing. Where is he and what is he doing?

You awoke suddenly, blinking away sleep while taking in the familiar shadows of your bedroom. Reaching across the expanse of mattress to where Eijiro should be, you found only cool sheets, un-mussed, unused. Blinking again and taking in a deep breath through your nose, you slowly pull yourself up and attempt to rub away some of the heaviness that plagued your eyes. Gaze dragging across the darkened room you find yourself completely alone. Had he not come home yet? Did he come in and fall asleep on the couch again, barely making it past the front hallway? You knew your boyfriend had the habit of stumbling in after a long shift and falling asleep in some of the oddest places. Shaking the sleep from your limbs, you knew that it was probably a good idea to go check to see if he was, in fact, at home.

Your legs swing over the side of the bed, feet landing softly on the carpeted floor. Padding out of the room, down the hall, and then the stairs, you listen carefully leaning against the wooden bannister for a moment. Muffled sounds reach you from the kitchen, light spilling through the doorway. Gently making your way over to the other room, you pause in the doorway. Leaning against the frame, you watch your boyfriend, shirtless, hunched over the kitchen counter, reading what looked like a recipe from the tablet that was propped up against the microwave. You observed for a few seconds, taking in the ingredients, bowls and utensils that were scattered across the counter in front of him.

“You know,” You began quietly, voice still a little hoarse with sleep, his back straightened at the sound, “baking tends to be more of a daylight hours project – unless you decided to switch professions without notifying me, and are going to become a baker, in which case your very early morning start would make sense.”

He remained facing away from you, and you yawned, stretched, and trudged over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and smushing your cheek into his broad back. He let out a small huff at your action, one hand coming to rest gently on top of where yours were clasped in front of him.

“You haven’ come to bed at all tonight, have you?”

The silence remained, for a few moments, and he was rubbing his thumb across your fingers, you hummed absentmindedly at the feeling. He slowly pulled your arms apart, letting out a small chuckle at the sound of displeasure his movement peeled from your throat, and he turned to face you, jostling you from your very comfortable position. Once he replaced your arms around his waist, he looked down at you and smiled sheepishly; one hand cupped the back of your head as he gently guided you to his chest, leaning against the counter.

“I woke you, didn’t I?”

Humming at his warmth, you shook your head.

“Nope, jus’ knew you weren’ there” you slur out. His warmth was attempting to lull you back to sleep, there on your feet.

You force yourself to raise your head and look around at the mess he created across the countertops.

“What’re you doin’ anyway?”

He brushed the hair that had fallen into your eyes away from your face. His eyes softened ever so slightly at the way you nuzzled into his touch. He always thought you looked so cute when you were sleepy.

“Well…” His voice was sightly gravely with the tiredness he was so obviously trying to fight off, and you nestled further into his chest at the sound, “It was supposed to be a surprise…”

He trailed off, and you blinked at him curiously before extracting yourself lightly from his arms and blinking at the tablet with the recipe he had been following. It took a moment for your sleep-addled brain to comprehend the ingredients for your favourite cake.

You swung around and looked at him again with a sleepy smile.

“Happy birthday sweetheart,” He said with a tired grin, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand.

You snorted and dropped your weight back on him, arms barely coming to wrap around him again.

“I guess it is my birthday, huh?” You squinted at the clock that hung on the wall of your kitchen seeing that it read 3:54.

“As much as I love and adore your effort, prettiest boy, you know what the best birthday present would be?”

He hummed questioningly, rubbing his hands up and down the length of your back.

“If you could come to bed at a normal time.”

You felt him chuckle at your words.

“But wanted to make my Sweetheart a cake…”

You groan. You could hear the playful pout in his voice.

“Birthday person,” you say, clumsily pointing to yourself, “wants to go to bed. With their boyfriend.” You turn your head, resting your chin on his chest, and blink up at him, expectantly. He held back a smirk at the sleepy challenge in your eyes.

“But, babe…” He moved one hand to gesture at the kitchen, “The mess.”

You shake your head, pulling yourself up, and grabbing the wrist of his still outstretched hand, and start to pull your boyfriend toward the stairs.

“Just…” You interrupt yourself with a yawn, “Jus’ clean it up in the morning.”

“Sweetheart, it is the morning,” he protests playfully, but he allows himself to be dragged along. Goodness knows that your Pro-hero boyfriend – built like a wall - could very easily stand his ground if he really wanted to.

You groan at his tone “Don’t care. Later morning.” You mumble out as you reach the stairs.

He lets out a joyful sound at your grumbling, and wraps one arm around your waist, supporting some of your weight as you both go up the stairs.

When you finally make it back to the bedroom, you sit down on the bed and watch him with tired, but sharp eyes. He sees you watching him and holds his hands up; a handsomely crooked smile adorning his face. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

He moved around to his side of the bed and slid under the covers, looking up at you expectantly. You sunk back down into the welcoming embrace of the blankets, and your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart” He mumbled the words again, this time into the crown of your head as you settled into each other, punctuating the words with a kiss.

A/N: you can pry Kirishima calling his S/O Sweetheart from my cold unalived hands.

Betaed by the wonderful feindfyre_93 on Ao3

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The Gala: A Dance?

Part one, because this got really heckin' long. I've sat on this for too long, so here, have a thing.

Follows A Promise and The Invitation so those might be worth a gander for context!

CW: Hisoka; stalking; Possessive behaviour

She was uncomfortable. The fabric that was draped around her body felt as though it was suffocating her - she was painfully aware of how the outfit restricted her movements and of the overwhelming number of blind spots in the room. She fidgeted with a lock of hair that had escaped the carefully crafted updo she had managed to wrangle her ginger strands into only a few short hours earlier.

She was brought back into a more present state of consciousness as Mairi took a step closer to Serena's side. She must have sensed the shopkeep's uneasiness, as when Rea met the other woman's gaze, sympathy coloured the Hunter's blue eyes.

Rea held back a cringe and forced a smile onto her face, attempting to ease her posture into something even just slightly less defensive (at least in appearance). It certainly wouldn't do for the entire ballroom to observe how uncomfortable she was - the last thing she needed was hundreds of Hunters and other highly dangerous people to mistake her discomfort as something more threatening.

"I wasn't being facetious when I told your clown that these sorts of events were not my cup of tea."

Mairi made a face of displeasure at the mention of the redheaded magician - "Not my clown."

Rea snorted and a genuine smile cracked across her face for the first time since they had stepped into the building.

"Hey, you brought that nuisance into my life, he is yours." She paused thoughtfully before smirking, "Anyways, he seems to be a bit of a package deal with your boyfriend... so, he's yours, no take-backs!"

Mairi looked confused for a split second before a look of realization dawned and transformed into a look of horror, "Excuse me? No? Illumi is not my boyfriend." Rea cackled at her friend's reaction.

"If he isn't your boyfriend then why is he always lurking around the shop like he thinks he's being stealthy whenever you visit me?"

Mairi blinked at Rea.

"He what?"

Rea was not expecting her friend's reaction to be... well, what it was.

She didn't know that he had followed her to the shop all those times.

Rea was thinking as quickly as she could; now was not the time nor place for frightening revelations, (as one of the Zoldyck family members following you tends to be).

"You are way too easy to tease, you know. He only seems to be around when Killua is with you, so you can chill out. Probably just being a creepy and possessive older brother, like you said he has the tendency to be."

It was a lie - he hadn't only been there when Killua was with Mairi, but she didn't want to send her friend into a panic. She paused, closely observing the other woman, but for once Mairi's expression was difficult to read. Linking an arm with the Story Hunter she started pulling her deeper into the room, "let's go find something to drink."

She hadn't realized how much of an effect her words would have. Although reflecting, she should have known better. She herself had had a similar reaction to the Story Hunter’s when she first noticed the assassin's presence. It had taken a while to even become aware of him (and if he was anyone other than a Zoldyck she would've accused herself of getting rusty).

The eldest Zoldyck child was very much the opposite of Hisoka - while the magician was more than happy to make himself known through his loud and dramatic behaviour, and by flexing his aura and bloodlust all over the place - the assassin kept a very tight control on his own: if he didn't want you to know he was there, you wouldn't, at least not until it was much too late. It was a coincidence that Rea had even noticed him - and it was very much thanks (unfortunately) to Hisoka. The magician had seemed to sense something when he was in her shop one day, and the flare in his bloodlust seemed to trigger the slightest slip up in the assassin's aura (it was, after all, incredibly difficult not to instinctively react to Hisoka's bloodlust). That day Mairi had yet to make an appearance, so the shop owner hadn't initially connected the assassin's presence to her friend. She had a moment of panic where she lost control of her own aura, thinking that the Zoldycks had finally figured out who she was - and she had to fight to retain her control. She wasn't quite quick enough, and when she dared to glance at Hisoka he was looking at her with a manically delighted look. She hoped that he thought her reaction was simply from the unexpectedness of the flare in his bloodlust; something in his eyes, however, told her that he knew that she too had become aware of the assassin's presence and that the ravenette was the cause of her momentary loss of control. Needless to say, he was very interested to know what the possible connection between the little shopkeeper and Illumi was: as far as he knew only the Story Hunter had met the assassin before. In an attempt to deescalate the situation, Rea had stuck her tongue out at him in the most childish manner she could muster and told him to: "stop looking at me like that, you creep."

After that, Rea had been able to pick up on the assassin's presence whenever he did make an appearance. He never came in, but the former-Hunter was able to connect the fact that his appearances often coincided with her friend's visits. While she was concerned for her friend, she felt herself relax in the knowledge that he wasn't there for her, and therefore the Zoldycks likely still didn't know who she was. She never brought up the issue with her friend, she had clearly wrongly assumed that the woman had known.

Despite the levity that Rea had attempted to introduce by teasing the other woman (because let's be honest that royally failed), there was something undeniably charged in the atmosphere of the room. It was making the back of Rea's neck prickle. She wasn't sure if it was due to the disquiet that had fallen over her friend, or simply her own unease of being at the gala.

Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly as simple as that, and it didn't take very long to understand the true cause of the uneasy atmosphere.

The two women had managed to collect champagne flutes and were standing off to the side of the ballroom's dance floor, talking in hushed tones, both seemingly comparably more at ease than they had been just a quarter of an hour ago.

Suddenly Rea tensed up to a greater degree than at any other point during the evening so far. She stood stalk still as a certain aggravating presence loomed up beside her.

"Well, don't we just look positively delectable tonight," Hisoka purred in her ear. She could practically visualize the smug look the magician would be sporting; Rea had to fight every instinct in her body not to whip around and smack the man in the face. The women, in a controlled manner, turned to face the magician and another unexpected figure.

Rea thanked Mairi for what she did next because frankly, Rea had not expected Hisoka to look like that.

"What are you doing here?" Rea's eyes were going between a very normal(?!) looking Hisoka, her friend's quickly reddening shocked face, and a man with long black hair, a blank face and dark eyes that resembled pieces of the void. After she got past the initial shock of Hisoka's appearance Rea gathered enough wherewithal to discover that the dark-haired man was in fact the assassin who had been stalking her friend.

"You know, it is only good manners for you to return the compliment," Hisoka tore Rea's attention back to him, getting in her face with a smirk.

"You know,” Rea gave the magician a practiced bored look, “it’s bad manners to fish for compliments." She was proud of her acerbic tone. She would NOT give him the satisfaction of knowing how attractive he looked. He kept staring at her, a smirk growing wider - she could feel her own face slowly becoming more and more flushed by the second.

She gave a huff, and crossed her arms, trying to play off her affectedness with nonchalance, eyes returning to her friend who seemed to be growing tenser and tenser.

"You don't look like a clown for once: congratulations."

The assassin's eyes moved from Mairi for the first time since the men approached them, and fell to Rea, before quickly angling toward Hisoka; he blinked as though taking in the other man's appearance for the first time.

"She is right, you know."

Rea had to swallow the laugh that came bubbling up her throat at the ravenette's monotone delivery and oddly unobservant treatment of his companion. She wondered if he really hadn’t noticed or if he was just acting like he hadn’t in order to get under the magician’s skin.

The assassin returned his gaze to Mairi, his eyes drinking her in.

After a short pause, he spoke again: “To answer your question… I was invited.”

Rea watched her friend blink a few times face getting even redder, shifting ever so slightly under Illumi’s gaze.

“Oh. Right. Yeah, that makes sense.” There was a pause and Illumi seemed perfectly intent on continuing to stare at Mairi. Finally, she cleared her throat and began again, “Um. Right. Hello.”

Rea wanted to save her friend from the awkward situation but was also attempting to ignore Hisoka, who looked unfairly good in a suit and was staring her down as though she was his favourite dessert.

Rea slipped her arm through Mairi’s again, but this time pulled the other woman into her a bit closer, she proceeded to intertwine their fingers and gave the hunter’s hand a squeeze. Illumi’s eyes narrowing the tiniest degree, fell to their hands, before following Rea’s arm back up to her face.

Interesting.

“So, what, Hisoka,” Rea started, returning her gaze to the other man and inwardly cursing herself for doing so, her voice much breathier as she continued “I refused to bring you, so you annoy this guy into doing so? Wanted to dance with me that bad, huh?”

Hisoka took a step closer so that there were mere centimetres between them, and Rea had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes: they flicked down to her mouth momentarily before meeting her gaze once again.

“Is that an offer?” His voice was so low it sent a shiver down her spine. He grinned at her reaction – and then suddenly he had one hand clasped around the back of her neck, thumb stroking over her pulse-point ever so slightly. A small gasp escaped her lips – she hadn’t even seen him move. Fire spread over her shoulders, and up into her face – she could only imagine how flushed she was.

"Oh, is this why you didn't want me to be your date? Because you knew your undeniable attraction to me would be a distraction from the evening?" He had bent his head down, his red hair tickling her forehead, as his breath danced across her ear. That snapped her back into action. Using her one free hand, she pushed him away from her with a solid press to the middle of his chest.

She sputtered, "NO YOU CLOWN. Shut UP. Just. Leave. I'm leaving."

Then she tugged on Mairi’s hand, attempting to draw her attention away from the other man who was back to staring at her: however, to Rea’s dismay, she was met with a sight she hadn’t expected. Illumi had one hand extended to her friend – was he asking her to dance?

She saw her friend was looking at her with wide eyes, as though looking for an escape. Serena opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out, Hisoka stepped closer to her again, placing his hand now lightly at her waist.

“Dance with me.” His voice sounded in her ear again, this time more serious than Rea had ever heard him. She made an apologetic face at her friend. They were stuck in the situation, it seemed.

Serena redirected her gaze, opting to trace the pattern of the marble floor, rather than meet Hisoka’s too-close eyes.

“I don’t know how to dance.”

There was a pause and Rea finally met Hisoka’s gaze. It seemed he was waiting for her to do so, as his sharp grin spread further across his face.

“Worry not, Dearest, I won’t let you fall.”

She cursed under her breath “Sure you won’t.”

She heard him chuckle, assuming he had heard her, as he proceeded to guide the woman out to the dance floor. He stopped a reasonable way in, avoiding the other dancers who had already begun to gracefully move through the waltz and then turned to face Rea.

She stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, as he rearranged them: taking her right hand in his left, and placing her left on his shoulder, before replacing his hand back at her waist.

“Wait – do you even know how to dance?”

He just raised an eyebrow at her for a moment.

And then he took the first step.

A/N: Frankly I had way too much fun writing this, and once again, I blame @crocworkships and our fantastic conversations for this.

[samwise-writes]

Ok ok ok

I have a kind of cute but angsty to fluffy idea for a poly soulmates scenario for Iwaizumi x Oikawa x reader

And I should really be cleaning my apartment but I want to WRITE IT? BUT ALSO DONT THINK I'LL BE ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE and I've never written for any Haikyuu character before........

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dialogue prompts!

FLUFF

“Is that my hoodie?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Let me take care of you.”

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“You’re burning up.”

“I missed being with you like this.”

“Let me give you a massage.”

“Take my jacket.”

“Need a ride?”

“I got you something.”

“You make me happy.”

“Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“What are you doing here? It’s late.”

ANGST

“Do you regret it?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“Do you even care anymore?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

“We both know I should walk away, but I can’t.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“It hurts to love you.”

“I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

“Drop the attitude.”

“Why do you care?”

“They were my world, but now they’re gone.”

“Stop pushing me away.”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Just leave.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“We need to talk.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

[samwise-writes]

Soulmate AU Prompt List

-They have their soulmates initials in each other’s palms/ wrists

-Only the special ones are gifted with a soulmate/ soulmates are rare

-Everyone’s born with unique numbers that only their soulmates have.

-An ever-changing tattoo that forms with your soulmates interests at the time.

-Every lie your soulmate tells becomes tattooed on your body.

-Every mark on your body can be seen/felt by your soulmate.

-You have a watch that has the time of the Timezone your soulmate is in.

-A counter in your wrist that tally’s the number of times you pass your soulmate.

-Your first and your last words to your soulmate is tattooed on our body.

-You can only hear/speak/taste for the first time after you meet your soulmate

-You stop ageing at a certain age  

-Everyone has a superpower but it’s weak until they find their soulmate

-Soulmates have opposite superpowers to each other

-Every pair of soulmates either has all the good luck and all the bad luck until they meet their odds become even.

-The song stuck in your head will also become stuck in yours and vice versa.

-Having the same heartbeat.

-Whenever you lose an item it ends up with your soulmate somehow.

-Can taste things your soulmate is eating/drinking

-Telepathic link to your soulmate

-Meet soulmate in dreams every night but can never share your location

-It is impossible to lie to your soulmate

-Have to say their soulmates name to know if it’s them

-You can’t harm your soulmate

-Your soulmate is the only being you can touch

- Each year there is a soulmate hunger games, where the best soul-pair wins

-you loop your entire life until our meet your soulmate

-The first time you touch your soulmate, you have to relive both the best and worst day of their life.

-Red string around your pinky is connected to your soulmates pinky.

-A point system where you must earn points to buy clues about where your soulmate is.

-Wristbands that glow with your soulmates mood.

- Your parents know who your soulmate is and are not obligated to tell you but they’re not allowed to lie. 

[samwise-writes]

Prompt List: Soulmate AU #1

Send an ask with a prompt number (and the list it’s on) and any other requests you have. <3

Soulmate’s name is marked on the other’s arm.

Soulmate has a mark on the place where their soulmate first touches them.

Soulmates have each other’s unique nickname marked on their arm.

Soulmates can write messages to each other in their bodies.

Soulmates stop ageing at 18 until they find their soulmate.

Soulmates are colorblind until they meet their soulmate and can see in color.

Soulmates have heterochromatic eyes and one eye is the color of their own eyes and the other is of their soulmate’s.

Soulmate’s first words to the other are marked in their arm.

Everyone has a unique power, except for your soulmate who has an identical ability.

Soulmates have matching marks in their bodies.

Soulmates have each other’s interests, dreams, favorites, etc. marked on their bodies.

Soulmates can telepathically share thoughts but it’s uncontrollable.

Soulmates can hear each other sing.

Soulmates have a set of coordinates where they will meet their soulmate.

Soulmates can hear each other talk to themselves.

[samwise-writes]

𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

1. “I guess you’re my soulmate then. I wasn’t expecting this, to be completely honest.” 

2. “There’s no way you’re my soulmate.” 

3. “Wait, what do you mean you’re my soulmate? I thought that was a myth.“

4. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

5. “I don’t just love you because the fates deemed it that way, I love you because you make me happy.” 

6. “So it just so happens that my soulmate is a two-thousand year old alien.” 

7. “You aren’t meant for me, but I was meant for you.” 

8. “If there’s one thing I could ever be sure of, it’s that your soul and mine are one.” 

9. “I will love you for infinity.” 

10. “God… my soulmate is a complete and utter dork.” 

[samwise-writes]

Soulmate AUs

Imprint - the soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on their skin, aka Destiel ‘grabbed you tight’

Sense8 - being telepathically connected to your soulmate no matter where in the world they are (and speaking and understanding their language)

Markings - a soulmate mark that only the soulmates have in common

Platonic soulmates - there are different types of soulmates, some are romantic, some are platonic, some are familial (x)

Tattoo - when they reach a certain age, a tattoo shows up on their bodies that they have in common

Eye-colour - only being able to see everything in the colour of their soulmate’s eyes

Grey to multi-coloured - only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate

Sharing injuries - receiving the same injuries (to a lesser extent) that their soulmate suffers from

Empathy - sharing the same emotions as their soulmate when they are close by

Names - their soulmate’s name is written on their body (maybe only initials)

First Word - the first word/sentence they hear their soulmate say is written on their body

Timer - everyone has a timer that’s counting down till they meet their soulmate

Dreamy - seeing their soulmate’s dreams or being able to communicate with them in their dreams

Biggest secret - everyone knows their soulmate’s biggest secret (even if it’s from the future)

No harm done - soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically

Sharing songs - being able to share songs with their soulmate in their heads

Clock - everyone has a clock that shows the time zone their soulmate is in

Taste - only being able to taste anything after meeting their soulmate

Smell - being able to smell what their soulmate is smelling

Danger alert - people can feel when their soulmate is in danger

Tell no lie - it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate

Voice in their head - the voice in their head is their soulmate’s voice

Sharing birthdays - soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other

Tugging - being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion

Different soulmates - people are not necessarily their soulmate’s soulmate

Specific scenarios:

First Word = the sentence that they will hear their soulmate say, is a very common saying or a catchphrase from a TV show

Sharing injuries = people hurting themselves in unique ways to find their soulmate is getting out of hand

Soulmate Trip = people are going on trips as soon as they are 18 to find their soulmate

TV shows/social media = it’s pretty popular to watch how people try to find their soulmates

Tell no lie = the soulmates meet in a situation where it’s very important to lie to each other

Shamefulness = their soulmate bond is not being seen as appropriate, for whatever reason

Defiance = not wanting to let fate run their lives, some people actively try to avoid meeting their soulmates

Sharing songs = they keep hearing songs that they can’t find on the internet, finally realizing that they are their soulmate’s own, unpublished songs

Sharing songs = they keep hearing songs that only become famous months later, finally realizing that their soulmate is involved in producing those popular songs

Danger alert = their soulmate is constantly in danger and as soon as they meet, they will have a word with them for worrying them so much

I hope you all enjoy the AU ideas :)

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[samwise-writes]

The Invitation

This was inspired by a prompt that @lets-share-a-paopu sent in like 1000 years ago, that I ended up rereading yesterday and I found that I just kept hearing it in Hiskoa's voice.

This follows about two months after A Promise - I will be writing a drabble to address certain things that have occurred in that time.

Mairi is @crocworkships's OC!

Serena's new companions make themselves comfortable, and receives an invite to a prestigious Gala - Hisoka is "intrigued." (AKA - Hisoka will not leave the poor shopkeeper alone).

It wasn’t often that The Curio Cirque saw many customers at once. Thus, the shop was often quiet: the silence a deceptive impermanence that seemed to become as much a part of the ambiance of the shop as Serena’s calm presence behind the counter. Recently, the development of a friendship between the shop owner and a newly minted Story Hunter had added a livelier tone to The Curio. To say that Serena was shocked the first time Mairi returned with a handful of very colourful characters in tow, would be one of the greatest understatements of the former-hunter-turned-shop-owner’s life. While some of the Hunter’s acquaintances were welcomed warmly by Serena, others were greeted with less enthusiasm.

While Serena quite enjoyed the rambunctious melody that would carry throughout the Curio when Mairi and her companions chatted about everything and nothing, it was hardly a sentiment she would share aloud in the presence of a certain smug magician. He already lingered among the shelves of her little shop, much too often, much too long as it was – no need to give him further encouragement to increase the frequency of his visits.

Serena found herself unable to focus on the novel she had spread out on the counter in front of her. With a sigh, she closed the book and turned to survey the small group that was the cause of her distracted state. Her eyes were met by a pair of yellow ones, sharp and unrelenting. Exhaling through her nose, Serena stood, and made her way around the front counter over to the little library on the west side of the shop. Mairi and her companions were spread out among the reading chairs that were set up in the well-loved space. Leaning against one of the bookshelves, Serena listened to the ongoing conversation, studiously ignoring the magician who she could feel was still closely observing her.

Serena hadn’t quite caught onto the conversation that Mairi and the two boys were involved in, before Hisoka spoke up.

“Would you, dearest Rea?”

Mairi and the boys fell silent at the sound of the magician’s voice.

Serena fought the urge to roll her eyes, tilting her head to peer at him from the side.

“Would I what, you clown?” in her periphery Serena observed Mairi flinch at the snide tone she had used to address Hisoka. Serena was unconcerned.

The smirk that seemed to exist perpetually on Hisoka’s face whenever he was in the shop widened just the slightest, and he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“Would you attend the gala, if given the opportunity?”

Ah. They were talking about the gala that was set to take place a week from today; kicking off one of the very few larger private auctions held annually in Yorknew city that was, in no way, associated with the mafias. It was a difficult event to obtain an invitation to, as it was organized by the Hunter’s Association – only the most elite Hunters and non-Hunters received an invite.

Serena was quiet for a moment, eyes sliding back to Mairi and her two young companions, brow arched. She turned, silently making her way back around the counter and reached into one of the drawers built into the polished oak fixture. She withdrew a thick embossed envelope that was made of a heavy parchment and returned to the small group.

Holding up the envelope so that her small audience could observe her name scrawled in particularly ostentatious gold ink, while she gazed wryly at the magician.

“I hadn’t given much thought as to whether or not I would attend. Large parties like that are… hardly my favourite way to spend an evening.”

The boy dressed in green, Gon, hopped up from his chair in excitement and asked if he could see the invitation. Serena handed it to the boy, who proceeded to return to his seat and looked over the fancy RSVP card inside of the envelope with his blonde friend, Killua. Serena continued to meet Hisoka’s gaze passively.

“Well, well. Who are you, that you would receive an invitation? I must say I am intrigued.” His smile grew wider, sharper, and Serena forced herself to look away from the man; eyes falling back to the invitation that was being passed back and forth between the two boys. Before she could say anything, Hisoka continued, “And to think you might not use it. Such a shame.” She felt, more than heard, the man stand and step into her space, leaning in just a little too close for Serena’s liking.

Mairi was watching the exchange with a concerned look, but Serena just shrugged off her friend with a roll of her eyes.

“I have friends in the right places, I suppose. I do interact with quite a few Hunters through this shop, you know.”

She turned to face his silent challenge, arms crossed, refusing to take a step back: not wanting to allow Hisoka the satisfaction of controlling the conversation, even, if only, in a physical sense. He knew what she was doing, and his smile grew again.

She continued, gazing with practiced nonchalance at Hisoka’s painted face, “and like I said. Not really my kind of entertainment, even if only for a single evening.”

He chuckled, “Well you only have to ~ make it ~ your kind of entertainment.”

She scoffed, “I don’t know what specifically you’re implying, but I can guarantee I would never agree to whatever you have going on in that squiggly little mind of yours.”

There was a tense moment of silence before a real laugh was pulled from the magician – his face lighting up dangerously with the action. Then he straightened, and moved back over to the chair, languidly draping himself over the cushioned seat, reminding Serena very much of a stray cat that refused to get lost. His eyes remained on her.

“Why, I was only going to suggest that you bring me as your plus one. I would ensure that you had an excellent time.”

“Yeah, right.” Was the only response she deigned to give the man.

“Now, now, don’t be so hasty to dismiss my offer. Besides, you know I’ll make good on my promise of a good time: when have I ever let you down, after all?”

She blinked slowly at him, as though his words made no sense whatsoever.

"Never, but only because I haven't given you the opportunity to."

He dramatically brought a hand to his chest and gave the shopkeeper a look of mock hurt.

“You really should put more trust in me.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

Serena made her way over to Mairi, perching herself on the arm of the chair the other woman was sitting in.

“Anyway, if I am going to go, then obviously Mairi is going to be my date. I actually like her.” She punctuated her words with a small head tilt and a saccharine smile. For the first time throughout the conversation, Hisoka’s smile had disappeared, the gleeful look replaced by a quietly calculating gaze. She knew that was never a good sign.

Time to change the subject.

She turned to the boy to her left with a genuine smile, “Hey Gon, I got a fishing rod in the other day that made me think of you! Wanna see it?”

The boy blinked up at her with a giant smile across his face and nodded furiously.

“Alright, let's go,” Serena directed the boy to the front of the shop, gently taking the invitation out of his hands.

Even as she moved away from the library, Serena felt the heavy burn of Hisoka’s eyes on her back. She wasn’t sure why the magician had been so keen in his attempt to convince her to bring him as a plus one to the gala. However, she did know that whatever the reason could be, would only mean trouble for her.

[samwise-writes]

Character Profile

Serena (Rea) Sairahcaz

25 years old. 5′9, medium build, red hair and green eyes. 

Black-List Hunter (Formerly) – Was known as The Ringmaster, but that past identity is a very well-kept secret due to the amount of people who want the Ringmaster dead. The Zoldycks have an ongoing contract on her, but they can’t even find enough information on her to figure out who she is really.

The Ringmaster was the leader of an elite group of Hunters that would often take down the worst individuals and organized crime groups. They even managed to take out a few of the Phantom Troupe. Think of the group as The Phantom Troupe, but uno reverse. The complete opposite. (like the Avengers but HxH style).

Shop Owner of The Curio Cirque (located in Yorknew), a rare items and antiques store that is often a center of communications for Hunters, and a place for them to sell the items that they collect in their travels.

Because of the extensive connections that she has both in and outside of the Hunter world, she is sometime referred to as the Data Broker. All of her colleagues and connections are very loyal. She will not work with someone or sell information to someone she knows/feels she cannot trust them (this goes for certain items in her shop too – will not sell something to someone if she gets the feeling that they want it for the wrong reasons/will use it for ill – see the ‘cursed’ deck of cards that Hisoka has been hounding her to sell to him, but she continues to refuse)

Because of the loyalty between herself and her clients, there is not a lot of info available about the “Data Broker.” Which causes problems when The Phantom Troupe is trying to get information on her and her shop when she acquires something that Chrollo wants.

Would ABSOLUTELY protect Gon and Killua even if it meant her own injury or death. (*Side-eyes Hisoka*) 

Is best friends with the Story Hunter Mairi. They met when Mairi followed a rumor that Rea had part of a manuscript of a story that the Story hunter was looking for.