#I also know that raven looks way more casual it's on purpose

[bubbie2electricboogaloo]

Toxic lesbian and her frienemy

🍎👸Apple White👸🍎

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🐦‍⬛👑Raven Queen👑🐦‍⬛

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[pandoradoesotherstuff]

The Conduit and the Agent: A Delsin x Agent OC Tale.

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A/N: The lovely and talented @gladii0lus once again asked me if I could write something for her kick ass OC, Agent Samantha, and who am I to say no?? A fun little fluffy piece which takes place before the final battle against Augustine but after they've met a few times.

This was so fun to imagine and to write, I hope I did your vision justice!

Enjoy! ❤️

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The Seattle ballroom was a grand old building, marble in structure with pillars to rival a pantheon and the name emblazoned in gold above the glass doors that beckoned the guests inside. There were guards everywhere outside surrounding the building, more than a few inside also but luckily for Delsin he didn’t need an invitation. With a quick adjustment of his bow tie, he slips in through an upstairs vent. He wasn’t used to wearing such formal clothes, they were a little stiff and uncomfortable for his liking. (The jacket wasn’t even his in fact, he’d “borrowed” it from Reggie.) But he needed to look the part if he wanted to be completely incognito. There was important information to be gleaned from such an event. A who’s who of agents to be taken out eventually, maybe an idea of any further plans, a close up look at Augustine for potential weaknesses perhaps? The possibilities are endless. And if he happens to run into his favourite DUP agent while he was mingling with the crowds then so be it. Who says you can’t mix a little business with pleasure. 

Inside the building was like nothing Delsin had ever seen before. There were crystal chandeliers and candelabras everywhere, the candle light glinting off every jewel in the place making the very air seem to glitter. The upstairs balcony, which he was now standing on, was carpeted with a thick burgundy fabric that felt plush underfoot, a dark wood railing ran all the way round, only interrupted by the grand staircase which led to and from the ballroom floor. Delsin catches sight of himself in one of the gold gilded mirrors that were placed strategically around the room to better reflect the candle light. He almost has to do a double take for a second, alarmed by his unusual appearance. Besides the black tuxedo, he’s wearing a sleek black masquerade mask with silky raven feathers adorning the sides minus his usual red beanie that was never off his head. Delsin felt almost naked without it, truth be told, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good. 

He leisurely walks around the top balcony, making mental notes of everyone there and acting casually like he belonged. Only a few people were wearing masquerade masks but luckily no one took special notice of him because of it. Then across the room Delsin notices her, his very own Angel. Her arms were folded on the balcony as she leaned over a little, looking down at all the couples gliding effortlessly across the room, an almost bored expression on her face. The agent’s dress was deep midnight black that flowed perfectly over her curves, the back open to show off a series of intricate crisscrossing wires that reminded him of her own conduit powers. Something which was no doubt on purpose. Delsin wondered briefly what it’d be like to have his hands on her skin while they danced before realising he was probably staring for a bit too long and decided it was time to make his way over and say hello. It was only polite after all. 

Delsin carefully weaves his way through the crowd towards the agent, grabs two flutes of champagne on the way and takes a deep breath to prepare himself before reaching her. 

“You know, I just can’t stand seeing a beautiful woman drinking all by herself”. He holds out the champagne flute for the agent to take, using his most charming smile. She looks him up and down with an expression of slight amusement before straightening up and accepting the offered glass. He has to suppress a grin when she doesn’t recognise him. 

“Does that line usually work?” She smirks, examining the bubbling liquid in the glass before taking a small sip. 

“No, but there’s always a first time for everything”. He grins before taking his own sip of champagne, nose wrinkling at the tart taste. It wasn't his usual drink of choice but it seemed appropriate for the occasion The agent rolls her eyes with a snort of laughter, sipping her drink once again. Delsin couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept glancing over him, like she was trying to figure something out. 

“So what brings you here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at headquarters”. The agent frowns, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to think if she has seen him somewhere before. Maybe that was why he seemed vaguely familiar to her; she might have seen him briefly at the DUP headquarters. 

“I’d like to say it was for networking or some other corporate bullshit but truth be told there is this totally hot babe I’m into. You uh, you might even say she’s a literal…Angel”. 

The agent gasps at the familiar nickname from the conduit, knuckles turning white with her now furious grip on the champagne flute, threatening to break the delicate glass any second. 

“You!” She all but growls under her breath. 

“Me”. Delsin replies with a smirk, casually continuing to sip on the bubbling liquid as if he wasn’t in the most perilous situation ever. “I clean up good, huh? Come on Angel, I know you were looking”. 

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I-I…I wouldn’t, I couldn’t…I-” Her face was flushed, embarassed at her own bumbling reaction and for letting the conduit get under her skin so much. 

“-Relax Angel, don’t get your panties in a twist. I won’t tell anyone”, he interrupts with a wink. The agent flushes somehow darker, she can feel the wires beginning to form under her skin while contemplating her options. She could try to capture him right here, Augustine would probably want her too but…but there were too many civilians here. Too many innocent people would get hurt in the pursuit, at least that’s what she was telling herself. 

“Dance with me?” The conduit takes a gentle hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles, thankful the mask would cover up his own nerves somewhat. The agent sighs, looking conflicted as she glances around at all the people in the room. 

“Do you promise to leave straight away if we have one dance? I mean it Rowe, this is fucking crazy for you to be here.”

Delsin breaks into the most dazzling grin she’s ever seen, almost causing her to forget how to breathe for a second. 

“One dance and I’m outta here, no one will ever know”. 

Delsin pushes his luck to kiss the back of her hand before leading her through the crowd, down the stairs and onto the dance floor, leaving their half empty champagne flutes on the tray of a conveniently passing waiter. He places his arm around her waist, pulling her in close as she rolls her eyes but she couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on her lips. 

“Should I mention now I’ve never danced like this before?” He sheepishly admits as they start to do some sort of waltzing steps to the flow and sway of the classical music that was playing from a large orchestra. 

“Why am I not surprised?” The agent laughs. “Although I’d be lying if I said I had either. This is…nice, though. We’re probably not doing a correct step between us but it’s…nice”. 

Delsin smiles softly in response, talking hold of just one of her hands to twirl her slowly before pulling her in close again. 

“You look beautiful”. He says, finding himself once again completely lost in those piercing eyes that always felt like they saw right through him. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Rowe”, she replies quietly. Almost afraid to say the words louder in case it broke the spell she found herself under. 

One dance became two and two became three as they stayed in their own bubble, passing the odd comment between them but mostly they were silent. Both lost in thoughts of each other and of the body heat they were sharing, revelling in the closeness they were both missing in their lives. 

“I should go”. Delsin finally says, leaning in slightly without really thinking about it. 

“Yeah…” The agent begins to lean in slowly, her eyes never leaving his as the gap between them slowly closes. Their lips are mere inches apart, the smell of her perfume filling his head, almost making her dizzy or maybe it was just the anticipation of what was to come. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly next to them causes the agent to flinch back, eyes a little wild and alarmed looking. 

“Time and place, Agent Samantha”. Augustine was standing next to them, arms folded across her chest, a look of cold amusement on her face. The agent steps back, clearing her throat with embarrassment.

“Of course, Director”. She holds out her hand for Delsin to shake. “Pleasure to see you again”. 

“The pleasure is all mine”. He replies, placing a brief kiss to the back of her hand while fighting hard to keep his face neutral lest his expression give him away. “Maybe we’ll see each other soon”. He doesn’t wait for a reply but turns his back on them, jaw set tight as he quickly makes his way towards the stairs. 

“Delsin?” The DUP director calls after him. “Don’t let me ever catch you sneaking in here again, it might just be the last thing you ever do”.

[whiskeyswifty]

ok yeah re: your tags this is what i figured and i wonder if people keep phrasing it like that On Purpose to pretend midnights isn't a flop or just cause swifties think very strictly in terms of Album Eras (ha). but at the same time i kind of wasn't sure cause i still can't seem to grasp exactly How hard tickets were to get and How expensive they are cause like my brain kind of finds it hard to believe that THAT many people payed THAT much when they weren't fans ? but a good concert is a good concert haha i guess i just don't have the Concert Goer mindset

lmaoooooo i can't imagine midnights has that many diehard fans that they would bother with that kind of retconning. i'd venture to say that that person just didn't really understand how we got here. i just made a little sub-post with this article that details a lot of it really well if you want to be certain that i'm not just talking out my ass lol.

i know it sounds crazy when you look at before and afters like that, but I think you're forgetting that in the lead up to the tour, she had been feeding the content beast for YEARS while subsequently withholding a tour. for good reasons i mean we had a pandemic, but she kept the content faucet going. not just any old content though, content that did several crucial things.

1. folklore/evermore DRASTICALLY broadened her fanbase. everyone on here i'm sure can tell you how they had friends or family who had never cared much for taylor before, but folklore/evermore was a HUGE success, ESPECIALLY among the 30+ crowd at the time. it was incredibly mature, both in it's subject matter but also in it's soundscape and genre, and so she collected that new group of new fans whom she had never been able to reach before. (there are also many twitter threads of these new fans exploring her back catalog for the first time and so i mean there's a spike right there to her old work)

2. the re-releases of both fearless and red reignited the fervor for those albums in fans that might not have been into her more recent stuff. maybe they aged out or they just didn't care for the newer pop-oriented fare, who knows. either way, it turned her into something extremely powerful which is a NOSTALGIA artist, at least in the eyes of these fans turned casual listeners. nostalgia is a powerful drug, so she collected these reanimated fans as well, and then created an ENTIRE tour around that nostalgia.

3. in general, i'm sure you've seen articles and news stories about how concerts are difficult to get tickets to in general post-pandemic, which is not exclusive to her. she has several outside factors but that general fact is true across all the tours we've seen post 2021. people were cooped up in their houses, separated from all the communal aspects of life, even if they didn't like those aspects. going to big public events have become commodities in and of themselves because of the hunger we had for it that we had to bottle for so long, fizzing and building until finally it pops when we enter a stadium again. it's seeing your favorite artist in person, sure, that's part of it, but what's become MORE important post-pandemic is the pilgrimage aspect of assembling with your fellow acolytes and experiencing the euphoria of that communal release. you can take the friendship bracelet phenomenon which is a complete fan invention, born out of this hunger for human connection and interaction among like minded people in a shared space. swifties couldn't WAIT to see other swifties and feel that human community in person for the first time in years. so we can add this factor as well, how by penning us all until we grew ravenous with hunger for human interaction, the pandemic made concert going one of the most gourmet michelin star meals currently available to the human population.

Add this all together, and throw in a new album yes which is in comparison to the other factors a mere bundle of twigs on the now soaring flame. but it counts! it all counts. it's this collective intersection of priming an audience both unintentionally/unwillingly and also verrrry intentionally that caused her ticket demands to be as gargantuan as they were, and still are. it was a genius marketing move, making this tour appealing to every single person who ever liked taylor ever, in combination with her on the upswing in public favor (which we know will have a down swing but we're on the up right now). and it's also subsequently CRAZY to point to midnights as the all encompassing reason for this ladkjakldfjlksdfj. i know the mold is usually to chapterize her life in albums, that's true, but this breaks the mould. even calling this the midnights era is ludicrous. It's the Eras Tour Era if anything, and we will be in it for another YEAR at least. insane to think about.

and as far as having a concert goers mindset, i don't know if i have that either, it takes a lot for me to go to a concert. but on top of ALL of this lead up, she delivers one hell of a show. worth going again if you can, imo.

[mementomori-demimonde]

oh no worries at all!!! would just love to read more jealous zelda/ lilith cause you write them both so well😭 HANDS DOWN🙇🏻‍♀️

Since I have my hands full with ongoing wips I thought it would be a great idea to add a little os to the list; it took me like 20 minutes cause I was inspired tho! Canon complaint and jealousy angst because these two ladies call for power dynamics when a past relationship sex is implied. Slightly NSFW. Hope you like this!

From a dark corner in her room, Lilith is lurking. She’s watching Zelda get changed in perfect silence, her leopard shirt stained with dried blood, her hands and pencil skirt soiled with dirt; she looks exhausted with her hair disheveled, like she’s been through too much in too little time.

She looks like she’s in need of a good fuck and the burning pain of rejection makes Lilith even more ravenous to be the one who gets to wreck her. She waits for Zelda to remove her ruined clothes and only when she’s only in her lace bra and matching panties, she comes out from her hiding place.

“Excellent performance in the graveyard.” She asks, her voice low.

Zelda gasps, turning around with a sudden movement. Her green eyes shoot darts.

“What are you doing here?” She snarls, not even attempting to cover the body Lilith knows by the inch. “I thought I made it clear: we don’t need you.”

“Yes.” Lilith sighs dramatically, pacing around the room with the sole purpose of getting closer to the witch without looking threatening. “You abandoned me when I most needed you; you worship Hecate now.”

“Jealous?” Zelda asks and, not satisfied, she has the audacity to chuckle.

Lilith all but glares at her. Yes, she is jealous. Yes, she feels betrayed not only because Zelda has fooled her with the illusion of a Church of Lilith in her name, choosing another deity to pay to, but because she’s also betrayed their unspoken path of being allies and casual sex partners since the night of the exorcism.

The truth is that Lilith wants to make her pay for her betrayal. The truth is also that she needs Zelda to rise again, defeat the Dark Lord and claim the crown.

She walks around her, gazing at her in a predatory manner. She makes sure Zelda can feel her hot breath against the back of her neck, the warmth of her skin lapping at her bare back; Lilith draws impossibly close but never enough to touch her.

“Tell me, Zelda, what does she give you that I didn’t?”

“She gives us protection.” The witch breathes out and it’s clear that her voice is already affected. Maybe she feels guilty and tries to hide it behind her proverbial pride, maybe her memory is flooded with images of the past, of their long nights of sex. “She brought Hilda back.”

“Don’t you think I should get a thank you for that?” Lilith purrs, stopping right behind her. They’re almost the same height, and still, it feels like the demoness is towering over her.

“Whatever for?”

“When you call upon Hecate, you call upon the very source of witchcraft.” Finally, she touched her neck, pushing away red tresses off Zelda’s shoulder. Her breath is hot against her skin. “Since I was the first witch, you call upon me.”

“Hecate is above you.” The other replies, the struggle to keep her composure now clear in her voice; she shivers.

“Perhaps,” Lilith admits. “But I’m here and she’s not. Hecate is just an idea, something impalpable while me… I’m very much real. Besides, nobody can make you feel the way I do.”

Zelda can only close her eyes when she feels the demoness’ hands on her body. She squeezes one of her breasts possessively while the other hand crawls down her front, sliding inside her panties without warning. Her fingertips feel like liquid fire.

“Lilith-” It’s something between a gasp and a moan, maybe a pleading whimper to continue, and that’s what makes the demoness stop.

“Come back to me, Zelda. You know how sweet my gifts are.” She murmurs in her ears. Unhurriedly, she withdraws her hand, earning a discontent glare from Zelda and when she steps in front of her, Lilith smirks.

The witch swallows thickly, feeling the discomfort of the unsatisfied release twitch in her lower belly. Pride spikes inside her once again.

“What if I don’t want to worship you?” She challenges, lifting her chin.

Lilith loves how strong she is. She can already taste how powerful they can be together, if they only try for real, this time. But Lilith has begged her already, tasted humiliation on her tongue and it was intense and destructive just like the memory of Zelda’s fingers on her own body, and she won’t make the same mistake again.

“My patience is limited, I’d hate to see you fall by my hand when the time comes.” She warns, drawing so close to her that their mouths almost touch. Lilith bares her teeth, reminding the witch how sharp they are, proving to her that she won’t hesitate to use them, if necessary. She already did that in the past - even though in a different circumstance. She would love to do that again, taste the warm blood pouring from Zelda’s skin as she writhes and chase a release by Lilith’s hand. She hopes those days aren’t gone forever. “Remember, Zelda: soon, I will wear the crown I’m owed and on Doomsday, I will keep in mind those who wronged me. Don’t be amongst them or I swear you’ll burn through the flames of Hell until you recall to whom you belong.”

Lilith tried not to falter when Zelda’s eyes darkened considerably and her lips curled up into a daring smirk.

“I’d love to see you try.”

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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Mind Games

Summary: You and Loki always had a flirty relationship even if you were an Avenger and one of his brothers best friends. During the battle of Sakaar Loki did something you never would’ve expected. 

He kissed you. 

Now back on the former ship of the Grandmaster you tease the young God about it and propose a friendly little mind game all with the hopes of him staying 

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I watch the colours of the sky and stars slowly pass as the ship moves through space. It was beautiful and strange, familiar but also foreign.

 A content sigh escapes my lips as I wander over to the vanity where I had placed a few of my items from Sakaar. 

Loki's knife glints in the florescent lights. I pick it up twirling it between my fingers thinking back to when we were on the battlefield. Back to when I saved him, pulling him close to stop one of Hela’s undead minions from stabbing him. 

I blasted the enemy away unaware of the way the raven haired man was looking at me until he grabbed my face pulling me flush against him and pressing his lips to mine. It was quick, only lasting a moment but it felt like forever. 

His lips were soft yet firm against mine, he had pulled away before I had a moment to comprehend what had happened thanking me before running off.

I sigh looking away from the knife as the door behind me slides open. I glance back at the God of Mischief that stands behind me, although he’s looking forward his eyes don’t meet mine, he looks to be slightly dazed. 

He has a small smile on his face. Small but genuine. 

"Good afternoon" I say turning to face him fully never stopping twirling the knife, "or is it evening. I can't actually tell without the sun" I mutter looking out the window again.

"Thor said maybe I'm not that bad". He says it quietly and casually but the context speaks volumes. He looks up at me properly for the first time since he entered the room, "who would've thought".

"Of course you're not that bad Loki" I scoff making my way towards him. "You created this illusion that you like all the villainy and the murder but in reality" I say pointing the knife at him for dramatic effect, "you just like the drama".

"We shared one intimate moment agent you can't possibly know anything about my thoughts or motivations" he refutes but never denies my claim, swatting the knife away and walking over to a small couch in the room. He flops down onto it surprisingly gracefully watching and waiting for my response.

"No but being a trained psychologist does". I smile walking towards him and taking a seat on the table in front of the couch as he rolls his eyes.

"What does that have to do with anything".

"It means darling-", I begin leaning in close to him until we are only a couple centimetres apart, "-I can read you like a book".

"And I can simply read your mind" he retorts with a wicked grin, "no silly degree needed".

"That's cheating" I laugh.

"God of Mischief, not God of Fair play remember"

"More like God of taking the easy route and never earning it" I taunt pulling away from him and walking over to the dresser. I set the knife down watching him from the mirror. 

"I could earn it" he counters, his reflection standing up and walking over to me slowly, "if I wanted to".

"Then prove it" I challenge turning around it face him. "Gods live forever or at least for a thousand and something years, I'll be kicking around hopefully till I'm ninety so prove it. Stick around and show me you can get into my head the old fashioned way". 

My offer is met with perplex expression but slowly he cracks another smile, this one softer. "My dear Y/N you don't think I'll stick around do you?". 

The room becomes heavy as he waits for me to reply.

"God of Mischief remember. Who knows what you'll get up too in the new Asgard". A desperate play to elevate the tension building from his question but it works. 

"You Agent have an extraordinary ability to twist my words for your own purpose" he laughs stepping back from me shaking his head slightly. 

"And if you stick around you'll have sixty odd years to figure out why" I grin leaning against the dresser.

"any other benefits of sticking around. You might have to sweeten the deal here, why should I be so interested in your mind" he asks raising his eyebrow. 

"Well" I say tapping my chin as though to think, "sticking around would make your brother happy. Get some good quality bonding time with your bro. Get to hang out with your second favourite Avenger, Bruce, maybe even join the new Valkyries B is setting up. And of course the personal satisfaction of getting to know what makes yours truly tick" I list of my smirk growing with every point.

"Ooh the last one sounds promising what was it again" he grins stepping closer to me again.

I pretend to try and remember, "Personal satisfaction from knowing what makes me tick I believe".

"Ah yes personal satisfaction" he hums placing his hands on either side on me, trapping me on the dresser. "Any other type of satisfaction involved in the deal?". There's a mischievous glint in his eye and a wicked smile on his lips as he asks. 

"I'm sure we can figure something out" I whisper, my breath catching my my throat as I watch him licks his lips.

He begins to lean forward. The icy coolness that surrounds him causing my skin to prickle and goosebumps to form but I swear I’d be colder if I was on the sun. I feel as though I’m on fire as I mirror his actions. Moving closer and closer until our lips are only a hair apart and our breath it one. 

“Y/N!” a voice roars bursting into the room and bursting mine and Lokis moment wide open.

“For the love of Odin! Get a room!" B groans turning away from us. 

"Apologies but is this not her room" Loki asks sarcasm dripping from each word. He pulls away allowing me to hop off the dresser. 

"What is it?" I ask concerned. B looks out of breath, shaken. Odd for the usually cool Valkyrie.

"The ships under attack. Thor needs you on the bridge now" she says running back out the door. Loki and I look at each other alarm in our eyes before we follow her out.

[saintobio]

underground fight club.

↳ iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.

genre: angst, smut, underground fighter au, 18+

warnings: strong language, graphic violence, blood/injuries, gambling, corruption kink, explicit sexual content

a/n: inspired by minghuaa’s fighter!iwa art on tiktok. they did more fighter!hq art pls check it out they’re amazing. all characters aged up. zaddy-waizumi is 27 in this.

masterlist -> part two

Rain was heavily pouring on a cold Monday morning to welcome you on your first day. Great. Out of all the days it could have rained, you couldn’t believe it had to be right now when you expected a good day ahead of you. And just to your bad luck, you didn’t even get to bring an umbrella so you had no other choice but to run across the street with only having your bag as a cover.

By the time you reached your destination, you were already soaking wet and panting through heavy breaths. You looked up at the signage to make sure you were on the right place and the huge ‘Seijoh Training Studio’ sign confirmed your destination.

You felt embarrassed when you entered the place with the cold air-conditioning freezing your ass off. The first person to greet you was a girl named Becca who was the gym owner’s close friend and was also the female trainer who did your casual job interview. She had sleek black hair that was tied in a ponytail and arms covered in small different tattoos. She looked quite tough for a girl who had a cute, friendly smile.

“It’s you,” she greeted, allowing you to walk further inside. You gave her an apologetic smile as soon she noticed your current state. “And of course, you’re wet.”

“New girl’s here?” Another man who had tousled brown hair with a mischievous smile on his face showed up from behind. He was preppy and pretty, but not so much of your type. “Becca, don’t say she’s wet!”

“My god, you pervert,” she hissed before turning back to you. “Excuse him. This is Oikawa, he’s Iwaizumi’s best friend. Not a trainer, but he’s here when he’s not doing other things.”

You gave the guy a meek smile after shaking his hand in acknowledgment. “Nice to meet you,” you said, looking around. “Iwaizumi is the—?”

“Your boss, technically,” Becca answered, handing you a towel that you thanked her for. “He owns the place. You didn’t get to meet him when you applied for the job but he’ll be here today so—”

“So, maybe change into something more appropriate?”

You turned around as you heard the manly voice and stood a few inches away from a handsome guy who had tanned skin and thick raven hair. He was wearing a black polo shirt and some black sweatpants that fit his overall lean but muscular physique. There was a slit on his right eyebrow and he had a shiny silver earring on his right ear that completed the bad boy look. You could also see the guy’s eyes traveling down to your soaked figure, staring a little longer at the outline of your bra that stuck to your white shirt before he looked back at your face with an amused expression.

Hajime Iwaizumi.

Now he was exactly your type. You didn’t expect him to look this attractive at all.

“I-I’m sorry, it rained and uh,” you stammered, gesturing to your clothes. “I didn’t have an umbrella but I have a spare shirt in my bag.”

He gave you a brief nod while pointing to where the locker room was. You could also smell a hint of wood sage and sea salt from his scent because of his close proximity to you. “I’d prefer if you wear some tight yoga pants next time.”

You didn’t find any double-meaning to his words, but the way Oikawa snickered made you realize that there was indeed a naughty undertone to it.

“I’d prefer if my boss didn’t stare at my body on my first day,” you joked, a little too brave than you expected. You just felt the urge to say so because he was clearly ogling at you.

Iwaizumi simply found humor through your brusque manner of answering him back and you almost thought he would fire you on your first day but he seemed like a very casual guy.

“My bad, princess. Follow me.” He then insisted on walking you through to the reception desk which would be your work station for this 9 to 5 M/W/F receptionist job that you applied for. “Regular clients come in usually late in the afternoon. If they don’t have a membership card, let them sign up on this form right here. Basically, your job is to greet members, provide information on fees, packages and offers—I’m pretty sure Becca already told you everything you have to do while you’re working behind the front desk.”

You nodded, listening to him as you followed his footsteps further inside the gym and you looked back at Oikawa and Becca who were both grinning playfully at the side. As you turned back to Iwaizumi, you realized he was guiding you to the shower room. “This is the shower room, the locker room is in there, the room in the back is for storage and other equipments.”

He looked back at you too see if you understood and you quickly responded. “Got it.”

“If there’s anything else you need, just ask me,” he said, glancing at your lips then back at your eyes. He tried to suppress the smirk that was about to form his lips but you already saw the look in his eyes. “For now, you can go change.”

If you were going to work for such an extremely hot boss who clearly had some sort of attraction to you, you definitely didn’t regret applying for this job at all.

“I will.”

After lunchtime, about five gym members and three walk-ins came in. Becca told you that more people would usually come in during the night but another receptionist was assigned for the nightshift so you wouldn’t be there to see it. You noticed, however, that most of Iwaizumi’s clients were girls and almost all of them seemed to have a crush on him. You found it funny because it was painfully obvious. The way they giggle from his little jokes, the way they would bat their eyelashes when he looked at them—you couldn’t exactly blame them because he was really good-looking.

“Iwa-chan’s gonna melt if you keep starin’ at him, you know,” Oikawa teased, following a yawn as he sat next to you behind your desk. You learned from Becca that Oikawa was simply a guy that had nothing better to do with his life. Apparently, he had ‘other’ businesses that he couldn’t specify with you.

“I’m not staring,” you denied shortly, lying as you did stare at Iwaizumi while he gave workout instructions to a girl who was sitting on a yoga mat. “What’s Iwaizumi’s specialty?”

“Fucking bitches all day,” Oikawa sniggered. “Nah, he does MMA. He’s good at it.”

That made sense because why else would he have a training studio that focused on mixed martial arts if he had, at least, no experience? He was clearly some kind of a professional fighter and it was easy to tell with the way he walked—he had that typical fighter stance like the guys in UFC. On one hand, while you watched him from afar, you could see how actually sophisticated yet easygoing he was as a trainer. It seemed as if his trainees find it easy to joke around with him despite his very strict nature when it came to administering drills and exercises.

And later that day, Iwaizumi’s trainees eventually finished their sessions and now he was coming your way while drinking a bottled water in the sexiest way possible. His sweat gleamed through his sun-kissed skin like he was every girl’s daydream—perhaps beginning to be your daydream, too. He soon leaned in at the reception desk when he reached you, and then threw a towel over to his sleeping friend. “Oikawa, don’t sleep here!”

The guy shifted from his position with a whine, but Iwaizumi chose to leave him alone and instead, focus on you. “How’s it so far?”

“I mean, I didn’t do much. Just watched you—” you cut yourself off to clarify. “I mean, watched everyone workout.”

He took another gulp from his bottle before finally putting it down. His lips were beautifully plump and hydrated. “You say you’re from Kansai and moved here to Tokyo, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just very recently.”

“Interesting,” he tapped his fingers on the desk, eyeing you warily. “I don’t hear the accent.”

“Oh, I... Well, I didn’t really grow up there,” you explained in slight panic. “I grew up in Tokyo, moved to Kansai for a few years, then back here.”

He didn’t probe any further because Becca came out of the shower room dressed in casual clothes. The current time showed that it was 4:48pm and you didn’t realize that you were about to finish your first shift.

“Hey, Hajime. I’ll be out early,” Becca informed as she combed through her damp hair. “I’ll see you guys later tonight.”

Oikawa shot straight up from his seat. “Yo, you’re leaving?”

“Yeah, I’ll have dinner with Issei.”

“You’re gonna hangout with Mattsun without me? That’s fucking lame.”

Becca rolled her eyes towards her big brat of a friend. “Tooru, he’s my boyfriend. Stop thirdwheeling all the time. Jesus, I’ll meet with you guys later.”

Iwaizumi moved from leaning against the desk to standing in a perfect posture as he looked at the two. “I’ll be there a little earlier than you guys.”

You had no single clue what plans they had for later but you were excited to go home on your own to probably snuggle on your blanket and binge your favorite series on Netflix. However, Oikawa was gesturing his head over to you while communicating with Iwaizumi telepathically as if he was trying to get his permission about something.

“Hey, you got plans tonight?” Tooru inquired, glancing at Hajime and then back to you. “You should come with us.”

So I got the special invite. You cocked your head to the side in curiosity. “What’s up tonight?”

The guy was about to respond, but Iwaizumi already took it by himself to lean on your ear, his hot breath sending shivers to your spine. “Don’t ask, princess. I’ll see you there,” he ordered, not taking a no for an answer and you, agreeing to it anyway.

Iwaizumi wasn’t in the car when Oikawa picked you up from your apartment that night. However, Tooru was with Becca and her boyfriend Issei, but no sight of your ‘boss’ and it made you curious because they didn’t specifically tell you where you were going like it was some top secret information. Still, you couldn’t really reject their invite either because it seemed like an invite that they rarely offered to anyone else. Who knew what was in store for you?

“First rule, no cellphones or any cameras. They’ll smash the gadget in front of you if they caught you recording. Second, never speak about the club to anyone else,” Becca told you as she sat at the backseat while you were on the passenger seat next to Tooru. “Whatever you see in there, you can’t disclose any of it outside. Unless, of course, with us.”

Was it some kind of mafia gathering? You couldn’t understand why they were acting so secretive about this whole thing. If they didn’t trust you, then they shouldn’t have brought you with them in the first place, right?

You momentarily looked at the city lights before whipping your head back at her. So much for Netflix night. “Why, what if I did?”

A deep chuckle emitted from Tooru lips. “Trust me, you won’t even think of doing it.”

Christ. You had no single idea what he meant by that but Becca’s boyfriend seemed to agree and you decided to just stay silent and be patient throughout the car ride because clearly, no one was going to give you a straightforward answer. So you kept quiet until Tooru was now driving to a darker part of the road and there were barely any light posts in the area making it way too eerie for your comfort. If this was a movie, you’d assume it was horror. Or thriller, probably something like Final Destination.

“We’re here,” Becca giddily announced by the time Oikawa parked the car in an open space outside what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. There was a neon signage that you could see from afar that read ‘Tokyo Fight Night’ and you began to have somewhat of an idea on what this was.

You were following them closely behind as they made their way to the entrance and you noticed a small queue of people waiting outside with bouncers guarding the front door. One of the two bouncers eyed you while Oikawa, Becca, and Issei were easily recognized. It was clear as day that you weren’t a ‘regular’ and they were suspicious about you.

“Nagatoshi, she’s with us,” Becca informed the bouncer who gave you one good look before letting you in.

And, boy, were you in for a treat.

Inside the warehouse was an octagon ring with a crowd of overhyped men watching two guys having a brutal unsanctioned fight. It was loud, rowdy, and overall packed with people who seemed to delight themselves on the thrill of being in an illegal environment. The smell of leather, musk, smoke, and sweat filled the place along with the loud music being played from the sound system that somehow overpowered the loud cheers. You recognized the song being played as Value and saw a guy coming your way in less than a few minutes of being inside.

“What’s up, man?” The guy with dark spiky hair and one-sided fringe came to greet Oikawa. You caught sight of the small antiseptic gauze on his cheek and assumed that he was an underground fighter, too. “You guys are late.”

“We picked up Y/N right here,” the brown-haired guy answered, turning to introduce you. “This is my boy, Kuroo. Underground fighter, but also one of the organizers.”

You offered a handshake towards the said guy but he, instead, chose to pull you into a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous.”

Your eyes widened at the straightforward act but you waved it off by simply smiling.

Becca laughed at the action as she leaned in her boyfriend’s arms while pushing Kuroo’s chest playfully. “Leave her alone.”

Being in that place overwhelmed you a whole lot because you didn’t expect that you’d actually see it with your own two eyes. You knew underground fight clubs existed but didn’t think you’d ever come across one. There were mostly men in there but there were also a couple of women, some of them were ring girls, some of them were fighters, some were simply fans of the combative sport. The ring girls specifically have a bunch of men trying to get in their pants and you could easily tell who was going to sleep with who.

The whole place was honestly very new and intimidating to you. Even after a few minutes of adjusting to the unfiltered environment, you were still overwhelmed at all the things you were seeing. It was unreal.

“You’re pretty shocked, aren’t you?” Becca asked, watching your expression with an amused face as you two stood at one corner to watch the scene before you. You only gave her a half-nod while your eyes wandered through the place like you were a foreigner in another country. Tooru and Issei had already left and were busy talking to ‘Mad Dog’ who was apparently the guy they were betting on for the next fight. “It’s actually pretty hard to get into this fight club because only solicited fighters come around here. We don’t usually trust anyone who just walks in ‘cause we try to avoid the cops and whatnot, but you’re lucky if you have good connections. I think you could say that Iwa trusts you enough to let you come here.”

You didn’t even know why Iwaizumi had given you an easy access to this side of their lives that you had no idea about, but you found it really interesting to be here.

On the other side across from where you stood, you noticed a group of men who wore masks and bandanas that covered half of their faces. Must be hiding from cops. “Is that why they censor their faces?”

Becca nodded. “Yup, you got it. Those guys are most likely criminals so they don’t wanna be seen in case there’d be law enforcements raiding the place. Funny, though, ‘cause in my five years of coming in and out of here, I’ve never witnessed a successful raid. We’d have all escaped before they even catch us. Events are usually communicated through codings, like you’d see a tiny advertising on a newspaper or a website with very vague information telling you to come to a specific address.”

In the first place, the whole fight club itself was pretty exclusive and secluded so you could understand why. This was against the law and most definitely something the police would keep an eye on so it was natural that everyone in the whole club would be cautious.

“I’m guessing you fight, too?” you asked as you changed the topic.

“Used to,” she quickly clarified. “But Issei wanted me to stop. Hates it when I break my nose.”

You were surprised at how she was saying it so casually because God knows you’d freak out if you broke a nose.

Another group of men soon walked by and it seemed that Becca knew every single one of them. She even nudged you on the rib just to point at a specific buff guy who had grey-ish hair and dark roots. “That’s Koutarou Bokuto, he’s one of the best fighters here.” You watched the said guy talking to Kuroo while he was guffawing. “He specializes in boxing and wrestling. He’s called Rampage because he’s very wild and violent when he’s inside the ring. One time, he smashed his rival’s face so hard dude had to get the whole side of his jaw fixed.”

Damn. That was actually fucking scary.

She pointed to another guy, this time a guy with a blond undercut and a cocky smirk. “That’s Atsumu Miya, he has a twin who also fights but this guy specifically is just like Bokuto but a less obnoxious version. Bokuto doesn’t use his head sometimes, but this guy does. He’s specifically good in BJJ and let me tell you, he can choke anyone with those thighs.” You two laughed at Becca’s exaggerated narration. “But seriously, he’s not called Nightmare for nothing.”

Becca ended up introducing more of the fighters who were all present that night like Kei Tsukishima under the nickname Big Ben for his tall height and sharp kickboxing skills, Kiyoomi Sakusa or Silent Killer whose main skill was Jujustu, Wakatoshi Ushijima who was another powerhouse boxer with the moniker Mighty Eagle, Eita Semi also known as Phantom for his ghost-like attacks and muay thai skills—those were just some for tonight and Becca told you that you were bound to meet many more in the future.

You couldn’t even hide the fact that you were curious about someone specifically, too. Now that it crossed your mind, the guy was nowhere to be seen around the place at all. “What about Iwaizumi? Is he a good fighter?”

You watched Becca erupt into a cackle as if the question was the most oblivious thing she had ever heard. You only stood in utter confusion because, what exactly was Iwaizumi’s reputation in the underground fighting scene for her to react that way? You were definitely missing out on an incredibly suprising information.

“I’ll tell you what, Hajime has many nicknames. He’s called Knockout, The Assassin, but you know what everyone’s favorite is?” she paused, gauging on your curious expression. “It’s Young Tiger, because he’s a fucking animal. A beast. Once he’s in that octagon, it’ll only take him a minute to ravage his opponent. He’s exceptionally smart, he’s highly skilled, and he knows exactly where to hit. He’s bloodthirsty.”

There was a gush of excitement growing inside of you after hearing about Iwaizumi’s reputation and it was safe to say that you were completely taken aback in a really good way. You didn’t expect it at all that he was a well-regarded underground fighter and possibly one of Tokyo’s best—also considering his undeniably handsome face—it actually made you a hundred times more attracted to him.

“Done gossiping about me?”

Just then, your heart stopped when you turned around to see the guy behind Becca’s honorable mention and he was approaching you with a boyish grin on his face. The Iwaizumi you saw earlier at the gym was a completely a different Iwaizumi now. This version of him was ruthless and all-the-more domineering. The guy was barechested with his perfectly defined abs on display and the first thing you noticed was the tiger tattoo above his right pectoral muscle. His whole torso was slightly moist from sweat and the tight waistband of his black shorts were a tad bit damp. He proceeded to wipe the sweat off his face with his forearm before removing the red handwraps around his swollen knuckles with his teeth.

“Oh my god,” you spoke out of concern as soon as you saw blood oozing from his eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“You look nice, princess,” he flirted, which earned an eye-roll from Becca. This didn’t stop him from giving all of his attention to you with unbreakable interest. “You didn’t get to see me fight.”

You gave an apologetic smile. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t know I was gonna watch a fight in the first place.”

He smiled heartily and then looked at Becca for permission. “Can I steal her?”

“All yours,” she answered, pushing you forward towards the guy. You resisted a little but did walk next to him as he guided you towards the octagon.

First things first, Iwaizumi was indeed hella popular. He was like the celebrity of all underground fighters because the way everyone would glance at him with admiration in their eyes made it clear to you how respected he was and having you walk next to him made you feel somehow special.

At one point, a guy even approached him just to praise him for his recent fight. “Hey, T. You’re fuckin’ sick, bro,” the guy told him enthusiastically. “That takedown was crazy!”

“Thanks, man.” Iwaizumi offered him a fistbump and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.

He continued walking beside you and later pulling you by the waist as he guided you towards a ‘VIP area’ near the octagon cage. Being in the said area gave you a clear view of the actual fight between Phantom and Nightmare and you witnessed how Eita received a hard superman punch that ultimately knocked him out.

“Shit!” you cussed in surprise to which Iwaizumi chuckled to. He found your reaction funny because you were clearly not used to seeing that kind of violence live. You obviously watched UFC through the television screen, but in front of your eyes? Hell no! “Is he alive?”

“He’ll be fine,” he reassured, pointing towards Atsumu. “But that’s a crazy motherfucker right there. We’re both good at BJJ so he’s kind of a pain in the ass to me.”

You tilted your head to look at his olive green eyes. “Brazilian Jiu Jitsu?”

“That’s right, princess.” You swore every time he called you ‘princess’ your heart was jumping.

A guy named Hanamaki later came to Iwaizumi and handed him a small bandaid for the wound on his eyebrow. You briefly caught how the strawberry blond guy cocked his head towards you with a knowing smirk. “Nice one, Young T. She’s hot as fuck.”

Iwaizumi laughed and shook his head in good humor. “She’s mine. Get outta here,” he playfully told the guy before looking back at you. “How do you feel about being in a place like this?”

You looked inside the octagon cage once again and saw Atsumu taking off his mouthpiece while running around in triumph. “I mean, this isn’t something I see every day. I didn’t know you do underground fights.”

“Good way to earn quick cash,” he answered, wrapping a white bandage around his bruised knuckles. “You see, there’s only a couple of rules here unlike in the UFC. Here we only agree to no eye-gouching, no fish-hooking, no biting, and no shots below the belt. They can be as brutal as they want as long they mind those four rules.”

Just four fucking rules. They didn’t even have any real referees or medical personnels in case of emergency. What if the fight led to a serious life-threatening injury? You didn’t even want to know the consequences, but you could see why they found it exciting. “So, how do you determine the winner?”

Iwaizumi looked pleased at how interested you were about it. “Submission, cheers, knockout. Usually, you’ll know the loser once you see them limping around.”

That was absolutely crazy.

“Have you ever lost?” you inquired, meeting his warm gaze.

He licked his lower lip and stretched his mouth into a smug smile. “I’m undefeated, princess. I never lose.”

Your knees felt weak at the way those words slipped out of his lips. Something was just so sexy about the arrogance he displayed because you knew he really had something to boast about. You haven’t seen him in an actual fight but hearing about his reputation was already enough for you to believe that he was definitely stating the truth. In your head, you were wishing you could watch him fight and it might just be the end for you.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

Bokuto and Kuroo, from what you remembered, were approaching Iwaizumi not long after. The funny thing about seeing these two was how they would make you feel like shitting your pants because they were literally tall and buff as if they could destroy you. You’d assume that one punch in the face could knock you out.

They were grinning by the time they reached you and you realized that there was another guy following them behind, causing you to completely freeze from your spot.

It was Tobio Kageyama.

“Oi, your student here wants to challenge Mad Dog into a fight,” Bokuto informed Iwaizumi. “Whadd’ya say? We’re betting three grand on this. You know what the kid’s got.”

“Come on, Tiger. We just need your approval,” Kuroo egged on.

While the three of them talked, you and Tobio couldn’t stop staring at each other and you could see his eyes shifting into slight panic the same way you did, but you made sure not to look too obvious about it. You just weren’t expecting to see him at all tonight.

Iwaizumi’s watchful eyes were quick to notice you and he suddenly placed a hand on your back in a very territorial way. “You two know each other or something?”

“No,” the two of you answered in unison.

He didn’t ask any further but seemed to be more possessive towards you. “Kageyama, this is Y/N. She works for me. Y/N, this is Kageyema. I met him recently at a street brawl in uptown.”

You briefly acknowledged Tobio with a smile. Street brawl, huh.

“Right, so here’s my deal,” Tobio negotiated towards the three guys, clearly ignoring you. “If I lose, take my money. If I win, I take the money and the respect.”

Kuroo and Bokuto guffawed at his proposal while Iwaizumi couldn’t also help but snigger a little. Obviously, earning respect in the underground fight club wasn’t as easy as he thought. Even you could see it. Yet, Tobio here thought he could just show up and earn some respect over one fight.

“Man, you’re kinda bold,” Kuroo sneered. “I give you that.”

Iwaizumi nevertheless found his guts admirable. “Alright, you’ll earn my respect but I’m telling you Mad Dog’s more aggressive than you think. That guy’s a real bastard but Oikawa tolerates him ‘cause he knows how to fight.”

“I’ll take him down,” Tobio pledged, making you roll your eyes. As your gaze wandered to find Oikawa and Issei, you saw how Mad Dog was already prepping for a fight. He was cold, fierce, and eager to go for the kill. How could Tobio think he could take down a guy like that?

“Alright, man,” Iwaizumi agreed. “Let’s see what you got.”

Two fighters stood face to face against each other inside the octagon with Hanamaki acting as the referee. The cheers were divided but most of them were on Mad Dog’s side because Kageyama was still new to the scene and had lack of experience giving him a disadvantage. You could only imagine the fear you would have if you were the one inside the cage facing a fearsome fighter such as the boy with a blond buzzcut.

“You seem worried,” Iwaizumi whispered on your ear as he placed both of his hands on your waist to hold you close. You were surprised at his fast advances but didn’t push him away either because his scent was slowly becoming addictive. He just came back after talking to one of the other organizers prior to the fight and thank god he now had his shirt on because you would have lost your mind from the skin-to-skin contact. Your back was pressed against his toned chest and his hands moved down on your hips.

You shook your thoughts away and tried to focus back on the upcoming fight before you. “I’m not. It’s just obvious who’s gonna win.”

Iwaizumi knew what you mean but he seemed to he putting some kind of trust on Kageyama to win this fight. “Kentarou’s hits are strong but he’s only got the same attacks every time. He often uses a right hook, right uppercut and an overhand left. If Kageyama figures this out, he’ll be fine.”

The announcer, Satori Tendou as introduced by Iwaizumi, spoke from the mic to advise that the match consisted of 3 rounds 3 minute each. It was fair for two amateurs who weren’t fighting for the money but for the reputation.

And as Round 1 began, you finally understood why he was called the ‘Mad Dog’.

The guy instantly went for the hit, aiming at the left side of Tobio’s face with a right hook just as Iwaizumi predicted. In result, Tobio stumbled at the hard contact and it made you wince because you could hear just how strong that punch was. You imagined if he didn’t have a mouthpiece on, he’d most likely lose a couple of teeth because Mad Dog couldn’t be stopped. He was cutthroat vicious with how he was sending powerful hits at every direction. His only weakness was his lack of focus on his defense but was showing great pleasure at delivering his offense.

Throughout the first round, Mad Dog dominated and everybody around the octagon were cheering for him at every succesful hit. However, he seemed to not give a single damn about the crowd because he was focused on striking Tobio who was now trying to do counterattacks until the bell rang, signaling the end of round one. Kentarou won for this round.

You clicked your tongue as you watched Tobio walking towards the corner in frustration but Kuroo and Bokuto were trying give him advices. On the other end of the octagon, Oikawa was acting like a stage dad when he patted Kentarou’s back and yelled, “Fucking win this one, I placed my bet on you!”

“Does Oikawa fight?” you asked, glancing at Iwaizumi who was entertained at the sight.

He exchanged a glance with you and nodded. “Yeah, not a lot but he can fight and he can actually do Capoeira. We call him El Sicario, it means The Hitman.” Later on, he added, “He wanted the Spanish nickname ‘cause he lived in Argentina.”

Tooru lived in Argentina? “I didn’t see that coming.”

Round 2 started shortly and you watched the poor ring girl getting catcalled by these nasty men, but Iwaizumi claimed that it was essentially part of her job. Not really. For this round, Tobio was beginning to strategize and was now watching Mad Dog’s careful movements before doing his own. You couldn’t even stop yourself from cheering when Tobio dodged both of Kentarou’s hook and uppercut while returning it with a jab and straight. Very basic, but efficient.

“Let’s go Tobio!” you cheered, clapping your hands in support. Iwaizumi was giving a satisfied grin as his ‘student’ finally got into the groove and was able to read Kentarou’s similar attacks.

Honestly, you could understand it now. The fascination, the thrill, the imminent danger—they made you feel alive. It was exciting and feeding into the idea of being in an unsafe environment but never worrying about the consequences. You knew the people here lived for watching rounds and rounds of unsactioned combative fighting, they were here to reinstitute their manhood through violence, and perhaps submitting themselves into the euphoric feeling of beating other underground fighters in exchange for respect, money, and reputation.

It was a gamble for their lives, but they were willing to risk it all.

As expected, Kageyama lost that match.

On the bright side, he did earn some respect from Iwaizumi who still gave him a pat on the back despite losing. Tobio had awful bruises on his jaw and yet he was still trying to convince the other powerhouse fighters to give him another chance. Lucky for him some of the fighters did enjoy watching their match so they proposed for Kageyama to try again next time and made it clear that he could still prove his potential.

For now, the fight between him and Kentarou was apparently the last match for that night and Iwaizumi was kind enough to offer you a ride back home because it seemed that Oikawa had other things to do while Becca would be heading back to Issei’s place.

Hajime drove a black Ford F-150 which was a pickup truck that suit him perfectly. You considered that he might be earning a lot through his underground fights as well as the gym he owned for him to be able to sustain his lifestyle as a bachelor.

You weren’t sure if he was dating anyone at the moment but what you were sure of was that he recently must have brought another woman inside his truck because you could still smell the lady’s perfume coming from the backseat.

“Is this where you live?” he asked, pulling up outside a 5-storey apartment building.

“Yeah, I live on the top floor,” you answered as he took off your seatbelt for you. The distance between his face to yours made your heart thump loud and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at his lips. “D-Do you wanna come inside for a while?”

The smirk that had spread on his lips gave you the answer you needed because you both knew what that question meant. He wasn’t dumb and you obviously weren’t, either. It was an invite that he could never decline, not in a million years, when he had been wanting to have the chance to be alone with you all day.

Was this appropriate? Fuck, no. He was still your boss and even if you were outside work hours, it was still complicated to be in this kind of intimate relationship with someone you work for.

But, for once, you wanted to risk it all too.

You let him pull you close as soon as you entered your small apartment and he used the back of his foot to shut the door. He held you by the cheek, roughly pressing his warms lips against yours while he backed you into the corner with so much eagerness and desire. You felt your back hitting the concrete wall when his kisses got deeper—his lips moving like suction, leaving you breathless and wanting for more.

You made an effort to place a hand on his chest but he immediately gripped your wrists and pinned them on either side while he completely ransacked your mouth.

“Mmh—” Your restrained moans vibrated through his lips and it seemed to have turned him on because now his hands found their way to grope your breasts before moving down to palm your ass, giving them a tight wanton squeeze.

He was intoxicating.

His scent, his kisses, his touch.

Iwaizumi roughly bit your lower lip, allowing him to have an access to explore your mouth. His tongue was tasteless but the sensation was undeniably delectable. You could barely remember the last time you were this intimate with someone because your last boyfriend cheated on you claiming that you were boring in bed. You certainly weren’t. He just didn’t know how to make you feel good.

However, this man did.

He pulled away while resting his forehead against yours and the loud breathing between you and him made you realize just how intense that make out session was. Iwaizumi had you weak under his lustful stare as he drew heavy breaths while adoring the gleam in your eyes.

“I wanna ruin you,” he spoke in a low raspy voice, briefly catching your lips on his.

You couldn’t understand why, despite the threat, were you ridiculously turned on.

His moist lips eventually made their way through your jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses that later found your earlobe. The sensation on your ticklish spot made you resist a little before he whispered, “I wanna see those tears when I’m buried deep inside you. I’ll fuck you all night ‘til sunrise.”

“Hajime...”

You watched his smirk shift into a sly, devilish grin after hearing you call him by his first name. You were so distracted by looking at his handsome face that you didn’t even notice his hands that were unzipping your jeans.

Before you knew it, his hand was already inside your underwear.

“Haji—”

“You’re so fucking wet,” he sneered, palming your soaking folds before moving two fingers to play with your clit. His slick-coated fingers allowed him to move against your sensitive bud with delicate, circular strokes.

You were gripping his forearm with your nails digging into his skin as you tried to restrain your moans. It was difficult, heck, you found it hard to stop your moans because when he suddenly sunk two fingers inside without warning, you lost it.

Your whimpers echoed through the four walls of your apartment while Iwaizumi slipped his fingers in and out of you. He only buried half, until he had his two whole fingers reaching your most sensitive spot. Your eyes were half-lidded but he enjoyed the look on your face as he toyed with your tight cunt. Each movement made your knees weak and your stomach ache into extreme pleasure because he knew so damn well just how good he was making you feel.

“You like that, princess?”

Your nods were desperate, clutching his arm for more. More. You were going to lose your mind.

“Fucking talk when I’m asking you!” he growled, holding your jaw with his other hand while his fingers sunk deep in your hole. His roughness was surprisingly adding into the sensation that formed inside of you and you couldn’t explain just how good that feeling was.

You bobbed your head in utter desperation. “Mhm... please, I-I like it.”

He leaned back in to leave kisses on your neck before sucking on the skin to place his marks. At that moment, you were thinking: Am I ready for this?

Were you ready to hookup with a guy you barely knew but was unbelievably attracted to?

Iwaizumi, for sure, wanted to sleep with you but the sudden ring on his phone made the both of you jump in surprise—your sexual stimulation had turned into frustration at the sudden phone call.

He eyed you and gestured for you to wait as he took his hand out of your pants, sucking your taste on his fingers, before reaching for the phone in his pocket.

“The fuck do you want?” he angrily spoke through the phone, grabbing your hand to touch the bulge that was peeking through his sweatpants while he had all eyes on you. You ended up holding your breath after feeling how well-endowed he was as he made you stroke his member, still engaged in a call. You had your palm wrapped on his clothed manhood when he guided you with the pace he wanted, but all the while, you were distracted by his incredible size.

God, when he said he’d ruin you, he meant it literally.

“What?!” His eyebrows furrowed in frustration after hearing the other person on the phone and then he suddenly gripped your wrist to stop you. “What do you mean they—fuck. Fine, I’ll be there. Meet me at the warehouse.”

All the arousal that you two had was long gone as you looked at him worriedly. “Is everything okay?”

He merely nodded before sighing in exasperation. “Fuckin’ cockblock. I gotta go, I have something important to do.”

At 1AM? What exactly did he need to do at this time of the night?

“Oh, okay...”

You couldn’t even hide the disappointment on your face because you’d already imagined the night way differently in your head. It seemed that he did, too, because he was frustrated by the interruption but he had something urgent to do.

Iwaizumi eyed you for a good minute before leaning in to plant a quick peck on your lips.

And very gently, he lifted your chin with his index finger while running his thumb across your lower lip just before he’d leave.

“You belong to me now.”

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[akasanata]

I was writing this for a prompt from @gerec for the rare pairs, but didn't manage to finish it. Sending it to the void to see if I can find motivation to continue.

Warnings: Underage (implied at this point)

Prompt:

Age Difference AU. You can also go with Howard Stark/Charles, Winston Frost/Charles, or any older non-Erik parental figure/Charles pairing :D Charles is rich, spoiled and used to getting what he wants (even without having to use his telepathy), and what he WANTS is to seduce his best friend's Dad! Maybe he does it to just prove that he can, or maybe it's at the request of his bestie to get back at their parent (i.e. because Tony or Emma or Raven/Cain asked him to do it). Feel free to take this in any direction - Dad legit 'falls' for Charles, or they mutually use each other, or Charles ends up being the one smitten and then unceremoniously discarded. Just make Charles the instigator and the other party a reluctant (at first) and then very willing target.

“Maybe... we could head over Tony’s, play around his workshop for a bit,” Charles suggested, trying to sound as casually as possible. Tony groaned. “No. No way, I’m not letting you anywhere near my dad!” Charles pouted, “what’s that supposed to mean! Your workshop is amazing, I just want to check it out!” “Uh huh,” was Tony unimpressed answer, “you’ve never shown any interest on anything mechanical before, and I know what you did with Emma’s dad.” “Hey, that was a mutually beneficial deal!” “That doesn’t change the looks you’ve been throwing Howard! So no, not going to my house when my dad’s home!” Charles huffed. The last thing he expected was to have resistance from Tony. He and Howard barely talked, and when they did, it was only to insult each other. He had thought it would be similar to what had happened with Winston Frost. Emma had been the one to actually suggest it, when she realized he was interested (which was, of course, as soon as Charles thought about it), going so far as to help him. She saw it as some kind of retribution for what he had done to her brother Christian.

Speaking of which... he turned to Emma, but by the way she was reading her book, purposely ignoring them, he supposed he would get no help from her.

Charles huffed again. Fine. If Tony wouldn’t let him go to Howard, then he would have to find a way to make Howard come to him.

A week later, Charles pretended to have a migraine when Tony invited him to try a new club. He ignored Emma’s knowing look, and went home. He had carefully organized everything. A casual comment at dinner last week about Howard Stark’s advances in mutant gene research, a little mental suggestion for Kurt to invite him to his personal lab, a miscommunication in the hour they’d meet, and Howard would be his for at least one hour. He paced his room impatiently until he finally felt two minds quickly approaching the mansion: Howard and his driver. He went downstairs, ready to intercept. It all went as planned. Claire, the housekeeper, opened the door, and as she was informing Howard about Kurt’s absence, Charles casually walked by. “Mr. Stark?” he asked, feigning surprise, “did you need anything?” “Charles!” Howard’s mind ringed with surprise and excitement, making Charles even more sure of himself. Charles thanked Claire, dismissing her. “I was supposed to meet Kurt…” Howard trailed off. “Oh, Kurt will come back shortly. If you have the time, you can wait for him. I’ll keep you company,” Charles smiled innocently, opening his eyes widely and slightly biting his naturally red lips. Howard’s gaze drifted to his mouth. Bingo! Still, Howard hesitated, “I wouldn’t want you to put up with an old man like me, I’ll find a way to entertain myself.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” replied Charles, coming closer, “you wouldn’t deny me a game of chess, would you? I have no one else to play with.” They were close, way closer than what would be appropriate, almost at kissing distance. Almost. Howard wasn’t a tall man, but he was still taller than Charles, making Charles having to look up at him through his lashes. Howard chuckled. “Sometimes I forget that your tastes are like an old man’s. You wouldn’t find Tony near a chess set even under death threat.” “Nothing wrong with having an old man’s taste,” Charles answered, licking his lips slowly and making sure his gaze wandered all over Howard’s body. He could feel the interest in Howard’s mind, but in that moment, hesitation was stronger. Maybe he overdid it a little. “Come on,” Charles added, abruptly turning around, “we’ll set the game in the library, that way, we won’t have interruptions.” He made sure to walk in a way that’d emphasize his butt, and without waiting for an answer, went into the library. Howard followed. As he said, all according to plan. One hour later, and Kurt’s arrival imminent, things had not gone according to plan. Charles had expected they’d have delicious sexy times. Maybe to have blown Howard and leave him wanting for more. Instead, they had actually played chess. And Charles had forgotten all about his sexy times plan because he was having fun. Playing chess. It’d been years since Charles played chess. Maybe since his father had died. But he had read a lot of strategy books, and his memory was eidetic. Still, Howard was no fool, and playing against him turned out to be a real challenge. On top of that, they were having a conversation about the mutant gene. And Howard was listening to his ideas, not just dismissing them like Kurt always did. The game was interrupted when Kurt entered the library. Charles had been shielding completely, as to not accidentally read any of Howard’s strategies, so he hadn’t felt Kurt arrive, which was not good.

[curlybookwriter0294]

Birds and Bees

Summary: Dick Grayson just wanted to make some coffee before morning training with the team. He was not exactly inspecting to discover that Damian and Raven are in a relationship and were having a make out session in the kitchen and he was also not inspecting to have a very specific conversation with him about it either.

Oh, what a lovely morning.

Disclaimer: As always, I do not own anything from the DC universe or the Teen Titans :)

Notes: We get to see Dick being a big brother to Damian 😁

It had started out as a decent morning so far for Dick Grayson. He woke up when the sun rising with different patches of pink and oranges surrounding the room of his Tamaranian girlfriend that was sleeping soundly next to him.

He turned from the window to lean down to kiss the top of her hair before he got up from the bed and grabbed some clothes that was scattered around the floor below him and quietly slip out of the room to get started on coffee before the start of morning training with the team. He hummed a random tune as he made his way down to the kitchen to get started but suddenly paused his moments because of hushed voices that was coming from the kitchen.

“What if someone walks in?” Said a voice that sounded a lot like Raven.

Dick’s eyebrow lifted with interest as he leaned against the wall that would lead him to the kitchen, wondering who the quiet empath was talking to and what could she be doing.

“No one would dare to interrupt us Raven.”

Dick’s mouth fell open when he recognized Damian’s low voice. What was Damian Wayne doing in the kitchen with Raven? Granted, ever since the lavender eyed empath had brought in the Great Dane puppy named Titus now three years old, he had noticed that they’ve gotten closer ever since. In his eyes he shouldn’t even be surprise that they would be in the kitchen probably making tea. Maybe with the way things were said made him think that they were talking about something completely not so innocent things.

He was about to walk in to greet the young hero birds when suddenly things had gotten quiet, and it made him pause his steps when he started hearing what it sounded like heavy breathing. Seconds later, his whole body froze when he started hearing kissing noises. A sound that he was too familiar with because he had shared a ton of kisses with Kori.

Wait, kissing noises?! Since when have these two started kissing? And why in the kitchen of all places?! That’s why there’s tons of room in the tower! They cook in the kitchen!

“Damian….” Dick heard Raven muttered breathlessly. “We should really go somewhere else with this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Raven.” Damian told her, reassuring her before the sounds of kissing and heavy breaths resumed.

Dick shook his head as he rakes his fingers through dark hair as he started pacing in circles, wondering about what to do in this situation. He wants to know why him of all people that he had to be the one to catch them kissing in the kitchen? Should he even interrupt them?

His blue eyes widen as more thoughts entered his mind. What if—they’ve been doing more than just kissing? Dick shook his head at the thought, but he knows that he should do something and fast. He sighed heavily when he realized that he very soon he was going to have a very serious conversation with the teen hero. A conversation that he was all too familiar with.

Dick squared his shoulders and took a deep breath before striding into the kitchen and found the teens leaning against the counter making out with their arms wrapped around each other. Dick smiled at them when they had pulled away quickly once they had noticed that they were no longer alone in the kitchen. “Good morning!” he said, humming when he had walked over to start the coffee pot. “Don’t mind me, please continue!”

“Grayson…” The youngest Robin said through clenched teeth. “How long were you there?”

Dick eyed the annoyed former assassin that was standing very close to the embarrassed empath with a protective arm wrapped around her. Dick shrugged his shoulders when he smirked at him. “Not long don’t worry. How long has this been going on? I am extremely curious.”

“That’s none of your business.” Damian said, narrowing his emerald eyes at the older raven-haired man.

Dick rolled his eyes when he turned around to put creamer in his coffee, making sure to stir it with a spoon that he had grabbed from a drawer before taking a small sip. “Then you should’ve gone somewhere with a bit more… privacy,” he pointed out to him nonchalantly. “After all, there are hundreds of rooms in this tower.”

Dick cocked his head to the side as he tapped the edge of the coffee cup with a finger, watching Raven remove herself from Damian’s hold that he had on her protectively. “I should…” her violet eyes looked at his ocean ones for a moment before her eyes looked down elsewhere to avoid his curious stare. “Take Titus for a walk.” He smiled at her as he watched her walk out of the kitchen to leave Dick and Damian alone.

The two of them held contest and Dick never removed his azure eyes away from the forest irises as he continues sipping his coffee slowly on purpose, waiting for the youngest hero to say something to break the silence that had fell between them after she had left. He chuckled when Damian folded his arms tightly over his chest and Dick assumes that he was probably plotting at least over a hundred ways to kill him right about now.

“So…” Dick began, clearing his throat as he sat his coffee down on the counter next to him and leaned casually against it. “You and Raven huh? I am quite surprised,” he told him truthfully, scratching the back of his neck. “How long has this been going on?”

His lips curled up in a lopsided smirk when he saw a flash of pink on Damian’s cheeks. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Damian. Though, I need to know something.”

“And I told you before Grayson,” Damian muttered out through clenched teeth. “It’s none of your damn business. So, there’s nothing that you need to know about what’s going on between Raven and I.”

The former Robin rolled his eyes at the hostility that he was receiving. He knows that the son of his mentor can be difficult at times and he had hoped that he would be willing to open up or at least talk to him rather than the Dark Knight himself. Maybe if Dick haven’t been teasing him about the new discovery of Damian’s relationship with Raven, he would’ve had a different outcome. He sighed heavily as he thought of another way to ask him questions.

“If we are done here…” Damian said, making his way out of the kitchen after he had grown tired of Dick’s pestering but stopped on his heels when he heard the older hero clearing his throat and he looked over his shoulder with a tight frown. “What?”

“I… am happy for you Dami,” Dick ignored the scowl that the youngest Robin was giving him at the nickname. “It’s just, uh,” he muttered as he tried to come up with an idea on how to start this conversation in a way that wouldn’t be awkward for the two of them even though it was mainly about the younger male. “I know that it’s not my business, but I think we need to have a conversation about something.” He nodded his head towards the medium size kitchen table, lifting a brow when he had walked over to sit down in one of the chairs and pointed to the other one that was across from him.

“What kind of conversation Grayson?” Damian asked, trying to decide if he should walk over to the chair or to just simply walk away from him all together. He doesn’t have time for riddles or games with the annoying hero that was waiting patiently for him to walk over to sit with him. “Tell me now. I do not have time for this.”

“Oh? Then I guess we should hurry then so you can get back to Raven.” Dick didn’t miss the way Damian’s cheeks turn slightly pink at her name. He smiled when Damian finally decided to walk over to across from him reluctantly after a few seconds of silence. “Good. Good,” he pushed back a few loose strands of his hair as he chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully as he tries to figure out on how to start the conversation.

“Well? Out with it. Or I will walk out of here.” Damian told him, breaking into Dick’s thoughts. He folded his arms over his chest and shot him a glare. “Now,” he demanded when Dick didn’t say anything more.

“Are you two…” Dick started to say before stopping himself as he tries to think of a term to say. He could tell from the annoyed stare that Damian was giving him that he was about two seconds away from leaving the kitchen all together. “Active?”

“What do you mean by active?” Damian asked, knitting his brows together.

Dick shifted awkwardly in his chair as he tried not to let the young hero know that he was quite uncomfortable in this situation. He rubbed the back of his neck and sucked in a breath. “Are you two sexually active?” he tried again with more confidence this time. “You can be honest with me, Dami,” he added when he saw Damian narrowing his green irises at him.

“ I told you before that it’s not your damn—”

“Business? Yea, I know. You’ve told me that at least twice now,” Dick interrupted with a sort, shaking his head when he had leaned forward in his chair. “Listen. I want us to be honest with each other alright. Can you please just answer the question.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what sexual intercourse is. We don’t need to have a conversation about this.” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes as his patience started to grow thin.

Dick mentally groaned at Damian’s response of the topic and pursed his lips together in a thin line. “Just because you know about the basics of it doesn’t mean you actually know what it is,” he pointed out, folding his arms over chest as he tried not to smirk when Damian eased his glare at him. “That’s what I thought. Now,” he tried again, sighing heavily as he uncrossed his arms. “Have you two…”

“We haven’t…. not yet,” Damian jumped in, clearing his throat as he tries his best to avoid Dick’s ocean stare from across the table.

Dick released his breath that he didn’t realize he was holding when the teen had finally answered his question. He felt relieved at his answer and knew it must’ve been awkward for him. He had felt that way before when he was his age, but his conversation was with the Dark Knight and it had gone quite differently with him. Dick knew that he was different from Damian’s father and yes there were times that he needed to be serious especially on missions but overall, he believes that he has an interesting personality. At least, that’s what Kori would tell him.

“Good! I mean…” Dick paused when the former assassin narrowed his eyes at him. “That’s not what I meant. Promise,” he added quickly. “What I mean is that’s good that you two haven’t yet. That means that there is still time to…” he glanced up at the ceiling as he tried to collect his thoughts together. “Talk about it. Yea, that’s it!”

Damian lifted a brow at the former Robin. “So, what you are telling me is that I should simply ask Raven if she’s willing to copulate with me?”

Dick stared at him blankly at his choice of words that came from the raven-haired teen and had completely forgotten his brain works differently than his and he knows more vocabulary than him. “Yes…” he responded slowly, shaking his when his mind went back to the word that Damian had used. “But don’t use that word. You might get sent to a different dimension if you do,” he warned him. “You have to be more romantic about it and less you about it,” he explained to him.

“How Grayson?” Damian asked slowly. “I’ve done romantic things with her before,” he told him, and Dick’s lips turned upwards when he saw Damian’s olive cheeks turn pink. “But not like this,” he admitted quietly.

“Oh?” Dick wanted to tease the little Robin again about his new relationship, but he held back instead. He could tease him later. He was honestly shocked that Damian even had a romantic side to begin with. “I see,” he said, changing his teasing tone to a calmer one. “Just do what you would normally with her and when the timing is right you bring it up casually. Also,” he paused suddenly as he tried to think of a way to bring this side of the topic up. “You have to make sure that you use protection.”

“You can say condom Grayson. I am not a child. Anything else?” Damian asked, pushing his chair back and was about to get up from the table. “Anything else Grayson?” he asked when Dick didn’t answer right away.

“You need to be…careful with her Damian,” Dick told him after a lull of silence. He made sure to look directly into the young Robin’s emerald irises as he said this. Dick could tell that the teen was confused by what he had meant as his brows furrowed together. “It could hurt her. The first time I mean,” he explained to him slowly. “You have to be gentle with her. You can’t be rough with her. You must communicate with her. If she says to stop…you stop. It’s not all about you. Understand?” he asked in a stern voice.

“I…understand.” Damian said, balling his fists at his side. “I would never to something that could possibly hurt her.”

Dick nodded his head, knowing that Damian had meant what he said and stood up from his chair to walk over towards him. He watched the young hero look at him curiously when Dick reached over to ruffle his hair playfully. “Little D, I am glad that we had this talk,” he told him, chuckling when Damian swatted his hand away from his hair.

“Grayson… enough with the nicknames,” Damian huffed out with a roll of his eyes when he tried to fix his hair the way he had it earlier. He sighed in frustration when his hair wouldn’t go back to way it was before and decided to leave it be. “I’m going to check to see if Raven is back with Titus,” he told him, walking over to the open entryway that separates the kitchen and the living room. He paused his moments and looked over his shoulder to see the older hero making another cup of coffee with two cups instead one and knew that the other cup was for the red haired Tamaranian.

Dick could feel the pair of forest eyes on him as he put sugar in the coffees but didn’t turn around. “Got something on your mind?” he asked as he used the same spoon to stir the creamer he had poured in Kori’s coffee.

“I would like to thank you,” Damian said, and Dick smiled as he looked down at the light brown liquid. “And I will take heed your advice.”

“You are quite welcome D,” Dick said, turning around to face him with two mugs in his hands. He smirked as he walked by him. “Raven is a nice girl. Just take care of her okay?”

“She is… quite nice,” Damian agreed with a nod as he tried his best not to blush as he thought about the woman with maroon eyes and short plum hair. “And I will take care of her with my life. You have my word.”

“I know that you will.” Dick said, nudging his shoulder lightly against the youngest Robin. “Just…” he grinned wickedly as he quickly walked a safe distance away in case of retaliation. “Make sure you guys don’t do it in the kitchen. I’m so damn glad that I didn’t see anything weird besides kissing when I had walked in.”

“Grayson, I am plotting your demise as we speak.”

AN: Hi! I always feel Damian and Dick get along extremely well and I can picture them having this sort of conversation lol and Dick would definitely tease Damian about Raven too lol. Hope you guys liked it!!:)

[transmasc-wizard]

autism? autism! me too!!! wanna rant about your special interests? go for it!

hello fellow autistic individual

be warned im about to talk a FUCK TON, specifically about the raven cycle. this post will very much need a "readmore" to keep it from clogging dashes

ANYWAY

the raven cycle is a YA urban fantasy quartet by maggie stiefvater published between 2012 and 2016, which also has a spinoff series "the dreamer trilogy" but ive only read the first Dreamer so far; i have a signed copy of the 2nd and am mildly worried ill ruin it. i first read TRC last year in july and am actually currently doing my 3rd read (via audiobook this time). So what is it about, you ask??? WELL

TRC stars 5 teenagers--Adam Parish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Blue Sargent, and Noah Czerny. the boys meet blue at a restaurant and somehow drag her into their "quest"--find the body of Owen Glendower in the hills of virginia and wake him up. They want to do this because when gansey was 10 he died via wasp stings and was brought back to life with the voice of glendower talking to him and now he's OBSESSED with finding glendower. Along the way we find out Blue is gonna kill her true love, and that guy probably is gansey (who only has a year to live).

u may be thinking, 'alright, cool plot, but why special interest-worthy?" and i shall gently yell BECAUSE ITS THE BEST WRITING AND CHARACTERIZATION IVE EVER COME ACROSS

Maggie stiefvater knows how to make the best characters, like, ever, because she doesnt do the typical YA thing of "oh uwu here are their flaws: theyre too nice, too sweet, too naive". she's got shit like "purposely failing school" & "stupid about money and insensitive to friends about it" and "refuses to ask for help" and "drinks to cope", y'know, things that are actually flaws to overcome.

they've also all got amazing little traits just-to-them; blue really likes trees, layers her clothing, loves yogurt, is the only non-psychic in a family of them, & shreds her shirts to make them look more interesting. Ronan races cars, knows how to farm, LOVES his little pet bird (named Chainsaw btw), and grapples with being religious (catholic) vs being gay. Noah is quiet and "smudgy" and doesn't eat enough (because he doesnt. actually. have a stomach or like an actual brain really thats another thing tho). Gansey loves his journal and is terrified of wasps and eats avacado on his pizza and is really good at finding things. Adam wears a coca-cola shirt and is super focused around money (bc he Has None) and lives above a church and helps ronan do stupid shit. like, this is the stuff i thought of within 30 seconds for each character, and most of that alone is in the 1st book. like, it gets even more thorough as it goes on.

and the WRITING. i know exactly what the inside of gansey's car looks like and it wasnt boring to learn that. like, i still remember that stiefvater described that there's CDs in the backseat and beef jerky thats long expired and too many receipts. I remember 300 fox way (blue's house) doesnt have a single man living there and that there's a sewing-phone-cat room. I remember monmouth (gansey's house) was a factory but it's unknown what it produced but there's scorch marks on the walls and really high ceilings. I know blue adores the stars and trees and i know persephone (blue's mother's friend) listens to angry PHD music. Like, this was all peppered in casually but written in such a gripping way that its lodged in my brain. i was never once bored reading TRC, and ive gotten bored reading almost every other book, even the ones i love.

and the MAGIC is so cool, there's psychics and trees that speak (but only in latin!) and dragons made of fire that came out of people's heads and demon bugs and weird sticky stuff that tears apart the world. it's not all explained, and i love that, because it's explained enough that i'm satisfied but i don't somehow know more than all the characters combined.

... anyway i realize ive practically written an essay, and also i have to do my nano shit now cause theres not a ton of hours left in the day, but!!! soul is doing the smiley emote!! because raven cycle!!

anyway everyone should read it, it's very very cool

(also i will be posting my Autistic Gansey Theory at some point)

good day to all

[trashytummiez]

Not necessarily a kink rating, but how would you rate the burps for each character in twisted wonderland? 1-10

Ace is a 9 because he's loud and obnoxious and complains about eating too much. He has the loudest burps of anyone in his dorm and is totally shameless about it too. Ace will chug soda and intentionally give the biggest burp he can to mess with all his friends. He knows how to burp talk too and do the alphabet but he's not as good at it as Ruggie~

Deuce is an 8 because the game showed that he can get roped into eating a lot alongside Ace so I bet that he can burp pretty loudly himself. Unlike ace though Deuce doesn't do it on purpose he gets embarrassed if he burps in public. But he can probably get roped into contests with Ace pretty easily ;3

Riddle is a 5. He's very smol and has a sweet tooth but he's also very well mannered and probably tries really hard not to ever burp out loud. If he does its probably not the loudest they usually sound low and a little strained but even those will still embarrass and anger him if anyone mocks him for it

Cater is a 7. He can do some good burps but he's more casual than anyone else. He doesn't burp on purpose but if he does he takes it in strides and just excuses himself like it's no big deal and if he gets roped into a contest he'll play along and probably lose but post videos anyway since burp videos on his page always get more views for some reason X3

Trey is a 5 too. His burps are pretty weak and only ever come out if he burps by accident. That only ever really comes if he drinks too fast and even that doesn't produce the strongest burps but he doesn't care because he thinks burps are gross anyway and gets annoyed whenever Ace lets them rip around him or tries to rope others into contests

Ruggie is a 10 pure and simple. He has some of the loudest burps in the whole school and is the most skilled burper in all of night raven. He can burp talk entire sentences do the full alphabet and let rip a burp for ten seconds! He can also let rip some really loud ones even with an empty tummy. He's loud proud and absolutely shameless <3

Leona is another 10 as well. He isn't as skilled as Ruggie but his burps are much louder and stronger coming from the deepest parts of his tummy. Leona's biggest burps are so loud they're often mistaken for beastly roars which he lets fly without shame. He always burps when he stuffs himself and will carelessly burp out words in the middle of talking especially to piss off Vil or to fluster Yuu~

Jack is a 9 like Ace. He has some incredibly deep burps the kind you can feel rumbling out of him that can make it feel like stuff around you is rumbling too. He's very passive about it too. If he has air in his tummy he's gonna let it out and when he's full his burps are really deep and strong. But he can get roped into burping contests because the good boi doesn't want to be left out of the fun :3

Jade is a 9. His burps are strong which is why when he holds them in you feel them rumble in his mouth. And he intentionally lets them loose in his mouth to pretend he's a gentleman and to tease Yuu. If he doesn't hold back he can push some really big ones out especially if he's full. He's also not remotely apologetic. He'll feign apologies and excuse himself but he's still smirking when he does it especially if he sees Yuu fidget around him after a good closed mouth burp.

Floyd is a 10. His burps are absolutely massive! Whereas Jade is subtle Floyd will squeeze the biggest loudest burps out of his tummy that he can manage. Whether he's full or if he's chugged a lot of soda Floyd is a burpy boi who is really amused by burping too. He giggles at how good they feel coming up and even more at how red his little shrimpy gets anytime he lets one rattle out. Outside of Leona he's the only other one in the school who can top Ruggie

Azul is an 8. He's more genuinely well mannered than Jade and Floyd and tries to hold his burps in when they gurgle up but if they do come up then they can be really throaty and come out strong. He'll get embarrassed if that happens especially if he has a full tummy. He tries not to indulge too much remembering when he was a chubby little octopus boi but from time to time he forgets himself and when that happens he can get some pretty big ones that he may struggle to hold in

Kalim is a 10 easy. The sweet boi can burp like a pro and can get some incredibly loud ones out. He's so cute about it too. When he's stuffed he can get some huge burps and each one will make him giggle adorably. If there's a contest he'll get competitive and chug a whole lot of soda to get some monsters out. But that sometimes gives him a tummyache that requires some much needed tummy rubs and those can squeeze out some truly epic burps that will leave Kalim panting and smiling the cutest smile you can imagine.

Jamil's a 9. He's got a greedy side to him that he doesn't always get to show off so when he overindulges he can get some really deep throaty burps out the kind that rumble pretty hard out of a person. He's also a bit hedonistic and will eagerly tease Yuu if he knows burps turn her on. He can suck down a lot of air in his tummy and let rip a really lengthy burp in her ear then seductively blow the gases against her cheek. Like Jade Jamil knows how to turn a person on and gets a huge kick out of doing so

Rook is a 5. He's not very good at burping and only does so if he's full or if he drank too much. Usually they're really quick and short burps that he will immediately excuse himself over. He's genuinely well mannered and finds burps to be incredibly gross.

Vil is a 7. Like Rook he's very well mannered and finds burps to be absolutely hideous but unlike Rook he's actually pretty good at it whether he likes it or not. Vil doesn't overeat but he has a very sensitive stomach and is actually prone to getting indigestion from eating things that don't sit well in his tummy or if he drinks something too fast. Doing so can give him some pretty loud burps and if that happens he'll be absolutely mortified. Tease him and he's liable to poison you for it X3

Epel is an 8. He tries to have good manners but deep down Epel wants to be one of the bois and as such he can let rip some really good burps. He's about on par with Deuce but not as good as some others. He overeats often because he underestimates his stomach capacity which can leave him pretty bloated and giving some really deep and forceful burps. When that happens he hides out at other dorms until he digests everything because he can't risk letting Vil see him in such an unsightly manner

Ortho is an 8 as well. The little bot boi consumes fuel which can sometimes stir up excess air in his robo tummy which gives him some strong burps. If that happens he'll giggle and excuse himself. Idia designed him like that intentionally because it makes Ortho feel more real and it gives them a chance to occasionally have burping contests which Idia always wins but if Ortho gets to bond he doesn't care he's just having fun <3

Idia is another 10. The anxious boi has some of the strongest loudest burps in the school because his tummy is always fluctuating. He eats a lot and drinks tons of soda all the time. This fills his tummy up with a lot of gas that he can let out in some absolutely magnificent burps the kind that feel like they're exploding in his tummy. If he has a lot of gas in his belly at once Yuu can squeeze burps that last almost ten seconds out of him that's how good Idia is. Like Jade he'll try and muffle them in public but his closed mouth burps are even deeper than Jades simply because of how strong they are. Unlike Jade Idia isn't a hedonist who gets off to riling Yuu up he's always really shy and embarrassed and whimpers around her because he's the cutest <3

Sebek is a 7. He can get some pretty good burps out because his tummy is kind of in flux too from being so tightly wound but he's also got a pretty considerable appetite. He's well mannered so he usually tries to hold his burps back as in swallow them before they can turn into closed mouth burps but doing so too much just makes his tummy grumble hard which eventually forces up some pretty strong burps that leave him horrified

Silver's an 8. He knows how to burp and can let out some really good ones either if he's full or if he's had soda. He can chug soda down really fast and those give him some especially loud burps for such a quiet boi. But unlike Sebek he's not shy about it. He's very indifferent about it neither boastful nor embarrassed. Like Jack if he's gotta burp he's gonna burp and if he knows Yuu likes it he'll shrug and burp for her but not be super into it unless she's rubbing his belly then he becomes very docile and into it ;3

Lilia's a 9. He's very knowledgeable and full of surprises. So what's more surprising than the feminine looking old little girl boi letting out these giant burps out of nowhere? He knows how to burp on command with nothing but air in his tummy and has a really healthy appetite that leaves his tummy nice and pooched out and can chug faster than most students because he's got plenty of experience doing so. He changes depending on who he's with. He knows how to behave around any given person and when he needs to be civilized then like Sebek he'll swallow any burps down then excuse himself to go out of earshot and let rip a heavy closed mouth burp so his tummy doesn't start hurting. And if he's with people he can be casual with he'll let rip a big one and put others to shame. And if he knows Yuu likes them he'll be a massive tease to her~

Malleus is a 10 as well. He has manners and usually stifles any burps that work their way up his throat which result in some really deep closed mouth burps. But he can eat a ton and doing so gives him some especially excellent burps. They're loud and they can last pretty long especially if his tummy is really full. That comes with being a dragon. Sometimes Malleus will burp so hard that some fire comes out with them and those tend to actually make him blush in the cutest way possible X3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Love is a Bundle of Contradictions.

This artwork was a piece I commissioned from @shimmeryspark​!

... There is no explanation for this other than my friends encouraged me to write Valentine’s Day Raven and Jade fluff, since the main saga is a bit lot of angst right now. (Special thanks to @twstpasta since they let me borrow their twstsona for plot reasons :9)

Imagine this...

“You WHAT?!”

“Ehehe~ Sorry...!! I guess I went and made a bad decision, heehoo~” Mac stuck out their tongue and lightly bonked their own head with a fist. “Silly me~”

“Making a deal with Azul is the very definition of a bad decision,” Raven groaned, slapping a hand to her face. “I... I cannot believe you. Dare I ask what the conditions were?”

“I gave him my taste buds! He said he’ll give them back if you help out with stocking up on supplies for the Mostro Lounge.”

“That’s... suspiciously simple. And you really just handed over your taste buds just like that? You can’t taste your beloved cheese anymore.”

“I know!” Mac pouted. “It’s so sad, so you’ll help this rataroni out, right?”

“I find it odd that Azul is demanding my assistance, seeing as how I am not the one that made the deal with him to begin with. However... I cannot turn my back on a friend in need. I will lend you a helping wing—er, hand.”

“Sweet, sweet!!” Mac clasped Raven’s hands happily. “Just remember to show up this Sunday afternoon. Meet up’s in the town square. Oh, and be sure to wear something cute!”

“Something cute? Why would...”

“It’s part of the deal—so you just gotta, okay? That’s what Azul said!” Mac paused, before adding, “Oh, oh! And bring some homemade choco in a heart-shaped box!! That’s another contract condition!”

“Oh... O-Okay...?”

Raven leaned back against a lamp post, anxiously winding a finger around the string of small pearls at her collarbone. In her other hand was a bag, and in that bag, a heart-shaped box of homemade chocolates—just as Mac had told her.

A silver heart-shaped charm dangled from the necklace, lying still against her real hammering heart. Rarely did she venture out into the local town—and, standing there by her lonesome, the raven felt out of place and awkward.

An addendum to a story that had already been penned.

She watched as her silver charm caught a wink of sun and guided the light down its curve. Reflected back in the charm’s surface was the raven herself.

Today, her inky hair was cast up in a high pigtail and secured with a cobalt ribbon. She had traded her usual outfit for a pale blouse with billowy puff sleeves, white stockings, and a high waist skirt in a plaid pattern—cobalt, like her ribbons.

I hope this satisfies the conditions of the deal.

Raven checked the time on her phone; any minute now, Azul would be showing up, and they’d get this over with. Then she could return to her attic to roost, and Mac could return to feasting on cheese and inhaling poison—

“Oya. Do my eyes deceive me, or is that you, Miss Raven?” a silken cadence called out to her, rising above the hustle and bustle of the town.

“... You,” she responded flatly, narrowing her eyes at a certain eel as he parted from a crowd.

Ah.

Jade, too, had abandoned his typical uniform in favor of casual comfort. He wore a pair of dress pants and a grey turtleneck—and over it was a brown trench coat, unbuttoned to show off how snugly that sweater fit against his lean, muscular body.

Raven squinted. His earring was slightly different today as well. Rather than three diamond shaped sturgeon scales dangling from his ear, there were heart shaped ones. Blue and glassy, like the calm sea after a storm.

His hands were polite folded behind his back... hiding something. Whatever that something was, petals of pink, red, and yellow-orange were poking out.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have said he looked handsome—and innocent—enough. But she did know better.

“What are you doing here?” Raven demanded, no longer playing with her necklace. Her hands went to her sides, curling into balls.

“Fufufu. The town is a public space. I am free to come and go as I please, the very same as you.” Jade tilted his head to one side. “Although today, I am here on an errand. The Mostro Lounge is short on centerpiece supplies, you see. I have been sent to restock.”

“What a coincidence. I’m also here to help the Mostro Lounge restock,” Raven said, a bit of bitterness slipping into her voice, “as per a contract.”

Jade attempted to appear sympathetic—but he allowed a cruel chuckle to escape him. “I see now. I was not aware that you were the one indebted to Octavinelle, Miss Raven. Had I known sooner, I would not have hesitated to summon you to fill in for Kon-san’s morning shift.”

“I’m not a waitress for you to order around.” Raven jutted out her chin defiantly. “I’m here strictly on business, so if you would kindly leave me be...!!”

“I believe you said you had to assist the Mostro Lounge. Would it not be prudent, then, to go about tending to that duty rather than standing about and looking like a lost lamb?”

“Sh-Shut up! It’s not my fault that Azul is running late...!!”

“You were waiting for Azul?” Jade said, his brows pinching together briefly. “You are terribly mistaken. It is not Azul who is assisting you with the restock, but myself.”

“... Beg pardon?”

Wear something cute, bring homemade chocolates, Mac had said. And it has to be you, Raven, not me! But why? Slowly, slowly... The pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

A thought dawned on Raven:

I’ve definitely been tricked.

“Well!! That’s all fine and dandy, but I think I shall be on my way home now. I really must be having a chat with a friend of mine,” she babbled, turning on her heel. They’re going to be buried in tomato sauce when I get to them.

“How cruel of you to abandon those in need, Miss Raven. And to think that Mac-san shall be without their taste buds... and I, burdened with the task of restocking by my lonesome. What a tragic way to spend Valentine’s Day,” Jade exhaled deeply and wiped at an imaginary tear. “Shikushikushiku...”

Raven’s left eye twitched. “Don’t you paint me as the bad guy here...!!”

“Aren’t you?” Jade challenged, a smile still plastered on his face despite his mocking tone.

“Grrr...!!” She whipped around, thrusting an index finger at him. “Listen here... Leech!! The only reason I am even here was to help someone out of a contract your shady boss roped them into!”

“If you are as selfless and loving as you claim to be, then you should have no issues with shopping with me,” Jade countered smoothly. “After all, they say that actions speak louder than words.”

The little bird vibrated with irritation, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. Her stomach coiled tight, uneasiness brewing. As much as she hated to admit to it, he was right.

Raven clenched her teeth and sent a glare his way. “Fine...!! But I will be keeping an eye on you to ensure that there is no funny business!”

“Then by all means, ‘keep an eye on me’, and do not let your gaze stray for even a single moment,” Jade chuckled, somehow sneering through his smile. “I welcome it.”

The eel held out a hand to Raven. “We’d best not be separated while on our errand.”

She stared hesitantly. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and the hand he offered. Subtle changes in her expression occurred in rapid succession—the raising of her lids, the tremble to her lower lip, the tinge to her cheeks.

“... Yeah. We’d best not,” Raven finally agreed, her grip on her bag—the bag containing her chocolates—tightened. “Which is precisely why I will follow you at a safe distance.”

“Ah, but that would ruin the surprise.”

“What, the bouquet? You’re not exactly doing a masterful job of hiding it.”

“Nor are you doing well to hide your little surprise, Miss Raven.”

“I was deceived. This chocolate is not meant for you.”

“I didn’t say that it was, now did I?”

“... I’m going to eat them myself, then. That’ll show you!”

“Do with it what you wish, for selfish purposes or not,” Jade laughed, revealing his bouquet—all the colors of the setting sun. “These flowers, on the other hand, are meant to be gifted...”

He pushed the bouquet toward Raven. Up close, the flowers seemed even more vibrant and beautiful. Their warm hues enveloping the raven, enchanting her senses. Mesmerized, she reached out to accept the flowers—when Jade suddenly clicked his tongue and pulled them away.

“But alas—not to you,” he teased, pressing a finger to his lips. “Do try to keep up with me now, Miss Raven.”

Jade turned and dove into a sea of townspeople, leaving a trail of sunset-colored petals in his wake. And, like the fool that she was, a fuming raven stormed after him—chocolates still in hand. Heart quivering.

Terrariums—the flowers were meant for terrariums all along.

Jade had taken his sweet time leading her down a winding path and to an art supply store tucked away in a corner, and even longer to observe the shape and feel of each terrarium container. Spherical, cuboidal, prismatic... Holding up the bouquet every so often to compare how the flowers would look in each.

In the end, he had gone wild with his purchases, electing to buy a selection of shapes, along with other supplies—just to keep himself amused. Jade had paid with a platinum card embossed with Octavinelle’s logo. Mostro Lounge Master Cash Card, it read. Azul’s property; do not steal! Sign the loaning form if you must borrow.

It was all for the terrariums, for business as usual.

I should have realized sooner. Stupid, stupid, Raven scolded herself.

She grunted, struggling to carry the bagful of terrarium supplies that Jade had saddled her with, while he carried one of his own without any trouble. The eel cast her a mocking glance over his shoulder.

“Are you in need of a break, Miss Raven?”

Bite me, she wanted to snap back—but a bark of pain shot up her arms, silencing her defiance. “... M-Maybe.”

He sighed in an exaggerated fashion. “Very well. I see a café up ahead. We can rest there for a few moments, though it may require the purchase of a food item if we wish for a table.”

“Sounds peachy.”

Together, they swept through the café doors. The duo was immediately greeted by the smell of sugar and the hum of the other patrons, many of them couples.

Raven stiffened at the sight, turning a deep shade of red. Suddenly, she was very, very aware of how she—and Jade—looked.

“I think I changed my mi—“ Raven was cut off when he grasped her hand and held fast. She jolted back, her skin turning clammy. “Eeep! Wh-What are you...”

“Table for two,” Jade requested of an employee. “We do not intend to stay for a large meal, so just an ice-cream parfait will do.”

“Certainly, sir. Right this way.” The server quickly seated them, and with a bow, departed to retrieve their order.

“... You can let go of my hand now,” Raven hissed, attempting to free herself. To no avail, initially. She tugged again, and finally broke free, aggressively rubbing at her hand to ward off the residual eel cooties.

Jade chuckled, tucking his strand of black hair behind his ear. His earring glimmered in the afternoon sunlight pouring in through wide windows. “Play along. You are aware that today is Valentine’s Day, yes?”

“Yes, but I do not understand what that has to do with... physical contact, especially seeing as how we are not engaged in that kind of a relationship.”

“It is simple.” He laced his fingers together, resting his chin on them. With the most serene of smiles, Jade purred, “We should take advantage of the couple discounts being offered at eateries such as this. An excellent way to save on spending, especially after that particularly large purchase made on the Mostro Lounge’s coin.”

“You’re a shrewd one.”

“Why, thank you.”

Raven’s hands curled in her lap. Her lips pursed, she found her gaze trained on the white lace of the tablecloth, rather than on her dining companion.

Time and time again, she has been tricked today, told white lies. Teased and deceived. It was simply how he was—and though it did irk her in some ways, it also never made a moment dull.

Hot and cold. Push and pull. Bitter and sweet. That was Jade Leech.

“Your parfait is here!!” The server from before popped up in her periphery, startling the raven from her thoughts. They set it down and stepped back. “Here you are—enjoy your date!”

“Thank you. We certainly will,” Jade reacted before Raven could and dismissed the server with a wave. “... Well, let’s dig in.”

“You didn’t correct them.”

“We won’t get the discount if they don’t believe this farce,” he replied calmly, nudging the parfait and a spoon toward her. “Now then, less talking and more eating. You need your strength if you plan on helping me haul all the supplies back to campus.”

She let out a huff, but dug her spoon into a frozen mound. The parfait was massive, composed of several scoops of pink, blue, and green ice-cream, flanked by chocolate wafer bars. With a smattering of sprinkles, a crown of whipped cream, and a maraschino cherry on top, the dessert looked absolutely picture perfect.

Raven steadily brought a spoonful of pink goop into her mouth, allowing a sweet bubblegum flavor to spread across her tongue. Her eyes cut to Jade, who had not bothered to sample any for himself. He smiled back, gaze half-lidded as if recalling a fond memory.

“Have some, too. I feel weird eating it alone—and you must be hungry too. I know how big your appetite is.” Raven pushed the parfait glass toward him.

“If you insist.”

The head of his spoon sunk into a green scoop with shards of chocolate chip weaved throughout. It pulled away cleanly with a large mound, which was soon consumed. Then another bite, and a third, a fourth... Before Raven knew it, a good third of the parfait was missing.

Jade patted his mouth with a napkin, eyeing her expectantly.

“Are you still hungry?” Raven asked, eyebrows raising. She retrieved a scoop of blue this time—vaguely flavored like a medley of fruits.

“Perhaps... though I do not plan on taking more of the parfait for myself. Were I to, there would be none left for you.”

The fruit seemed to sour in her mouth. It was true that she was hungry, yes—but at the same time, she did not wish for Jade to be left dissatisfied.

She frowned, setting her spoon down and reaching into her bag. Seconds later, she produced a heart-shaped package and shoved it at him.

“Here, chocolates. They’re yours now, since I have no other use for them,” Raven mumbled insistently. “You can eat them now, or save them for later. Just hurry up and take them before I change my mind.”

“Oya, it is rather bold to profess your undying love to me in such a public space.” Jade teased, chuckling lightly into his hand.

“B-Be quiet...!! We... We can’t get that couple’s discount if one of us passes out from hunger.”

“Fufufu. I doubt that either of us would.” His mismatched eyes twinkled with mirth. “... Thank you for the sweets, Miss Raven. I will be certain to savor every last bite.”

The town became even busier in the late afternoon, filing with the sound of street performers and spectators. A monkey in a vest and a small hat barreled by Raven’s feet as she and Jade exited the café, nearly causing her to double over. A chorus of children’s laughter chased after the monkey—and she, the raven, stumbled on her recovery.

“Perhaps now would be a good time to reconsider my offer,” Jade suggested, a hand on the small of her back to support her. That same hand trailed around and tickled the back of hers. “It would be a shame if we lost one another in this crowd.”

Raven regarded him with a pointed look, but slipped her hand into his without further resistance. “... Only because I have to.”

“Of course, of course.”

Together, they braved the bustling streets.

A new world unfolded before Raven’s very eyes. Costumed performers of all kinds paraded about, garnering attention from passerbys. Some tossed confetti and candies, others brandished instruments. Brass, strings, percussion—all their notes floated up into the festive atmosphere.

There went a dancer, leaping like a lithe deer, limbs outstretched and the flowy fabric of their uniform like a curtain of smoke. And here was an artist perched on a stool, sketching the outline of a woman posed on a wooden crate. A young man jingled a tambourine, trying to catch coins in his cap.

A number of food carts patrolled the roads, calling out their wares. Crepes, sandwiches, sodas... Families, friends, and couples lining benches, exchanging bites.

Love was truly in the air and oozing out of every pore of the community.

Raven couldn’t keep her head still. She turned this way and that, trying to soak up every last sight and sound. Her golden eyes sparkled with wonder.

Jade, of course, took note. “Excited, are you?”

“It’s very different than Night Raven College,” she replied shyly. “Almost like a magic kingdom.”

“Magic kingdom? You can be rather melodramatic at times.”

“Yeah? So can you and Azul and Floyd, with all your fake tears...” Her wandering eyes caught something bright red as she spoke. “Oh...!! Look.”

Raven tugged on Jade’s hand, urging him to a halt. Her gaze was transfixed on a lamp post with a multitude of red strings. At the other ends of those ribbons were heart-shaped balloons, as red as blood.

His eyebrows pinched together in mocking sympathy. “You truly are fascinated by the simplest things. Is it true what they say? That ravens are attracted to shiny objects?”

Her mouth flew open to protest, but she was interrupted by a woman by the balloon-bearing lamp post “You there!! Sir with the earring and ma’am with the blue ribbon! Care for some balloons?”

“Er... What are they for?” Raven asked.

“For love, of course,” the woman laughed. “Today’s all about appreciating one another, right? This is my way of spreading love.”

She separated three balloons from her bundle and offered them with a flourish. Raven eagerly accepted them, staring up in wonder at their floating bodies.

“Oh, and one more thing!!” The woman produced a red ribbon from her jacket pocket and nodded at the duo. “Your pinkie fingers, please!”

Raven held out her hand as directed, letting the woman secure the ribbon in a neat little knot. The balloon bearer extended the length of the ribbon, glancing to Jade. Raven, too, looked at him expectantly. Jade expelled a quiet sigh and allowed the red ribbon to be tied to his pinkie.

“There you go!” the woman declared triumphantly. “You’re all set now! Enjoy the rest of your Valentine’s Day, folks!”

“Thank you!” Raven shouted over her shoulder—even as Jade started to lead her away. The woman waved and waved until she was out of sight.

“... It has been a while since I have seen you this enthusiastic,” Jade remarked with a glance to the balloons. “I do suppose it is a departure from the monotony of daily life, but to think that such little things bring this amount of joy...”

“It reminds me of a story a little birdie once told me,” Raven chirped with a small giggle. “The story of the Red Thread of Fate.”

“Oh?” Jade raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“The Red Thread of Fate is said to connect ‘destined people’. It can tangle, twist, or stretch, but it can never break. From the moment you are born, you have an unseen thread flowing from your pinkie finger, tying your fate to that of the person on the other end,” Raven recited, her tone turning solemn—her storytelling voice.

“Someday,” she said, “you will cross paths with the one that shares your thread, and your lives will be forever changed by the encounter. It could be a meaningful battle between rivals, the loss of a loved one, the promise of marriage... but the course of their stories will never again be the same.”

“How sentimental. And what, pray tell, does this red thread of ours mean, Miss Raven?” Jade questioned, lifting his end of the ribbon—the crimson shining in the sunlight.

“How would I know? I’m not a god,” she huffed. “It’s just fun to imagine the possibilities.”

“It is, indeed. Even so, surely there must be one favored conclusion to the story of the Red Thread of Fate in that pretty little head of yours.” He brought a hand to his mouth, yanking Raven toward him.

She glanced up with a glare. “I’d have to have a bird brain to tell you that.”

“Is that not the duty of a storyteller? To stand on stage and tell the tale until the curtain closes. Your adoring audience awaits.”

“You’re being booted from the metaphorical theater before you get to hear or see the ending.”

“I would like to see you try.”

Jade slowed to a stop, Raven following suit. They were back in the town square, by the lamp post where they had met up. Ending where it had all begun.

He pulled out his phone and consulted the time. Jade unlocked his device, quickly wrote up a message, and tucked it away again. “I can take it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Besides,” Jade cast a pitiful look at Raven’s trembling arms, “I doubt you would be able to haul those supplies the remainder of the way, and certainly not in an efficient manner.”

“... Then what was the point of stating in the contract that you needed a helping hand?”

“I am afraid that even I am not entirely privy as to Azul’s intentions,” he chuckled, gently prying a bag from her hands. “I will be certain to let Azul know that Mac-san’s end of the contract has been fulfilled.”

“Eh...? But—“

“You have our thanks for lending the Mostro Lounge your time. You are free to go now, Miss Raven. I’ve already summoned Floyd in your stead to assist me.”

“Th-The ribbon, you fool! I can’t leave if I’m still bound to you!”

“Oh? You don’t say.” His singsong held no concern whatsoever, only amusement.

“S-Stop playing dumb! You know very well what you are doing!!”

“You said it yourself, Miss Raven. Our lives have been forever changed since our encounter. There is no going back now.”

“Stop manipulating the narrative to suit your needs.”

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean. Jade smiled, feigning innocence. “You’ve resigned yourself to spending the rest of the day with me—at least until Floyd arrives to relieve you of your burden. Ah, but given his moodiness, who knows when that will be.”

“Just because your surname is Leech doesn’t mean you need to suck the life out of me like one,” Raven snapped. She reached for the red ribbon, intending to undo it—

—only to be met with a bouquet a second time. Flowers the color of the sunset, smelling like the drip of sunshine and a cut of meadow.

“For you—no strings attached this time.”

“Those are for the terrarium centerpieces.”

“I can easily replace them,” Jade insisted, “and I must repay you for your kind chocolate gift. Consider this... ‘favors for favors’, so that neither one of us is left indebted to the other.”

“... Alright. I’ll take them, but only because they might be useful for brewing some new inks.”

“I’m glad to see that you are being agreeable.” Jade slipped the flowers to her. “Take good care of them.”

Raven leaned against a lamp post, cradling the large bouquet in one arm. Her heart fluttered, and her limbs felt as light as air. Warm and floaty, like the balloons in her hand. 

Favors for favors—but it still counted as a gift from Jade, and that very thought sent her mind spiraling. She took a shaky breath, and focused on the confetti and laughter in the distance, the song and dance of the street performers.

Waiting and waiting for Floyd.

“Miss Raven.”

“What now? Haven’t you bullied me enough for today? Are you still not satisfied, you sadist?”

She dared to lift her eyes to meet Jade’s—and her heart stood still, for he looked back. His sharp eyes soft and shrouded by long lashes, his lips pulled into a tender smile.

“Contract or no, I always enjoy my time with you—I enjoyed today,” Jade murmured. “I hope that we are able to do this again sometime.”

“... Shut up. J-Just shut up already, i-it’s embarrassing listening to you speak...!!” She buried her head in the flowers, concealing her pink face. Still feeling floaty, like a balloon, high on happiness.

“Fufufu. Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Raven.”

[imagine-ikebukuro]

Izaya, shizuo and kida reaction to their crush confessing to them. They are just hanging out. They have a moment of peace and crush confesses while drinking a drink. Drinking it cuz they nervous. It keeps them from over reacting and saying anything else that is stupid. Outside they are calm straight faced, but inside they are screaming.

A/N: i’m sorry this request took me so long. life has been busy, as usual. i got carried away writing a one shot based on this request for izaya, i hope that’s fine!!! i’ll try to come up with something for shizuo and kida as well eventually.

“Oh?”, he asks, casually, his everlasting grin neither fading nor growing wider. It remains resting on his lips elegantly as if calculated with ease and practiced to perfection. Though his eyes tell a different story, the glimmer inside his brown orbs giving away the excitement.

They practically scream ‘I found your weakspot then, huh?’ and give away y/n’s doom.

“Is that so?” he chuckles and sets down his drink, his movements - again - nothing less than graceful and thought through. Amusement lingers in his tone, which also is not out of character for the mischievious informant, but hits different in this specific scenario.

He’s clearly dragging out the moment and enjoying their embarrassment. Then again, how could he not? It would be a shame to not get the most out of this. Considering how lovely they look with that particular shade of pink dusting their cheeks, dedicated to only him. How sweet they appear sitting next to him, eyes wandering off to the ground in a pathetic but charming attempt to avoid his gaze. How endearing they act with their nervous fingers clinging to the glass in their hand, their fingertips slightly tracing the rim in a shaking matter.

They struggle to find words as they are still shocked about their own sudden outburst. ‘I like you.’ how silly was that?

There are so many possibilities. So many ways to entice the utmost exciting reactions from them. They are so vulnerable for him right now, it’s ridiculous.

He knows he will regret getting impatient. Yet that does not stop him. Before their lips can even part to justify their confession, his hand reaches out to cup their face. Once the knuckle of his finger, accompanied by the cool touch of his metal ring, as well as his thumb gently but confidently take ahold of their chin, they forget whatever words they had struggled to come up with anyway. Tilting their face upwards, Izaya leans in closer.

Slowly.

In such a carefully slow manner, it must be on purpose to torture them further.

Once their noses touch and their breath gently brushes against each other, an ever so faint hint of the sweet alcoholic taste hovering in the small space left between their mouths…

he stops.

Whereas their gaze was focused on Izaya’s lips beforehand, it now travels across his features, setting on his half-lidded eyes. If the tension keeps up for another second, they’ll surely burst.

“I-Izaya, I’m-” the mumble shyly, but are cut off.

“Shh, now. There’s no need to say anything,” he whispers softly and his breath tickles their lips delicately.

Neither of the two make another movement. For a while, time freezes. At first, they grow more tense and uncomfortable, not knowing how to react to the raven’s shennanigans. Eventually though, they settle in this position, relaxing at the touch of his palm tracing their jawline and ultimately resting at their neck. His fingers barely run through their hair, just caressing their scalp and tucking a strand of hair behind their ear.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” he says. No smirk, no mocking voice, no sign of him acting like a trickster. It’s so unusual that it’s almost suspicious in itself. For a brief second, at least. “I thought you already knew. I do consider you as a dear friend, after all,” he adds with a chuckle and they slightly flinch.

They know he’s pulling their strings. He isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he wants them to repeat their words, wants them to explain the way they feel about him. To an extent, it’s cruel of him. But for the moment, they don’t mind being his toy. They’ve already given in.

"No, not in that way,” they mutter beneath their breath, fully aware that their voice would give out if they spoke up any louder.

"What do you mean, not in that way? I know exactly how you mean it,” Izaya snickers, thus confirming their suspicions. He’s reading their mind like an open book. “I’ve known all this time.”

They slightly purse their lips and attempt to free themselves from his grip, but Izaya crosses their intention by placing his lips on top of theirs. The kiss lasts for a solid while, alternating between slowly dragging skin against skin and experimentally pushing tongues against each other, before both pull away to catch some air.

“And I, too, like you… in every way possible.”

[cankarmawrite]

In which Beauyasha meets Vexleth and Vex makes everyone blush.

“Oh, fuck me…” 

The exclamation was so soft it almost disappeared amongst the cacophonous conversation, laughter, and music filling the tavern. Almost. Luckily Yasha had been draped around Beau’s shoulders, her chin resting upon the monk’s shoulder while she sat on a barstool and scribbled in her notebooks. 

The ever-observant woman raised a single brow at that utterance and looked down to see what had made her girlfriend curse, frowning when she just saw words that ended in a long line across the whole page.

“Gladly. But I remember being promised a trip to the bathhouse first. They’re natural hot springs you know.”

Yasha couldn’t remember the name of the city they were in as they’d only arrived a day ago and had immediately been busy. They’d been taking some downtime in the Xhorhaus when Allura had messaged Jester requesting their help in Tal’dorei with something. The mage had Teleported to the Xhorhaus and had briefly explained what she was requesting of them. Apparently, there was to be some large political gathering in the city of Emon and keen minds and fighters alike were being recruited as protection considering the last major political gathering had apparently ended with dragons, city-wide destruction, and a huge loss of life. 

Allura had Teleported the Might Nein once they’d prepared their gear and had lead them to the lavish inn and tavern where the group was currently enjoying a relaxing night going over what information they’d gathered today before they really got down to business the next day with preparations and more research at The Alabaster Lyceum, a huge library or research center that Beau and Caleb had drooled over at first sight. 

She had joined the two bookworms at the library despite not being the biggest research fan because Beau had asked her to. Her love had been hesitant to let Yasha leave her side after a fight just a few weeks ago where Yasha had nearly needed to be revived, so who was she to say no?

“Yeah, yeah. Yasha, you know I love you, right? And you’re super hot?” Her monk had seemingly broken from her stupor and turned in her girlfriend’s grasp so they were face to face. There was a look in Beau’s eyes that Yasha recognized well, but it wasn’t directed towards her for once. 

“Um, yes? Why-”

“I think I might have just seen a deity or two,” Beau motioned to the left side of the room with her electrifying gaze. “And they’re walking this way.”

Casually, so as not to draw too much attention, Yasha stood, stretched her arms above her head, and turned her head to the side to glance in the direction Beau was indicating. At first she didn’t see anything or more specifically anyone, but after a moment the crowd parted like there was some invisible force pushing them aside. 

“Oh.” 

Her arms paused halfway from their stretched position as two of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen walked with purpose towards her and Beau. The taller of the two was a long-limbed woman with a circlet of vine, leaf, and antler that rested atop a shining head of auburn locks that ended midway between her chin and shoulders. The woman beside her was dark where the taller one was light, her hair- a deep chestnut color that reminded Yasha of freshly turned soil- was tied to her side in a long braid with a few Raven’s feathers worn behind her gently pointed ear. 

Yasha could understand why Beau was so flustered and she was feeling almost at a loss for words herself, mostly because she was really confused about what was going to happen. The placid masks of emotion both women wore didn’t help decipher anything, but the red-head seemed to have a faint blush painting her freckled cheeks pink and there was a certain intensity to the dark-haired one that Yasha recognized very well. 

This woman was on the hunt and -it seemed- she and Beau were the prey she sought. 

Off to the right of the two women she could see Jester waving to get her attention before she gave Yasha a huge thumbs up and a wink. Did she have something to do with this?!

“Vox Mach-” was all Beau had time to quietly choke out before the two women stopped in front of her and Yasha. The dark-haired one looked Beau up and down leisurely, her head cocking ever so slightly to the side as a smile crossed her full lips. 

“So, your blue friend told us you were planning on visiting the Silver Springs later? We thought we might join-” The red-head spoke as if the words were just falling out of her mouth and she couldn’t stop them. “Oh right! We already met the rest of your group but-”

The shorter woman placed a loving hand on her arm and smiled at the flustered druid who was fiddling with her antlers now. 

“I’m Vex’ahlia and this is my wife Keyleth-” 

“The Voice of the Tempest!” Three pairs of eyes turned to the woman seated on the barstool who clapped a hand over her mouth after interrupting Vex. “Sorry, I just...Beau. I’m Beau. I read about what Vox Machina accomplished when I was at the Cobalt Soul. You’re...legends.” 

Yasha placed a steadying hand on Beau’s thigh that was bouncing up and down wildly with pent up energy and looked back to Vex’ahlia and Keyleth, her bi-colored gaze looking the both of them over. Keyleth seemed only slightly shorter than herself, and though Beau was sitting on a barstool, Yasha knew she’d be heads below the other women, a thought that made her chuckle internally.

“Smart girl.” Beau’s leg stilled after that remark from Vex and Yasha rolled her eyes, her girlfriend was nothing if not predictable when it came to what got her to sit still. Praise was always Yasha’s secret weapon.

Vex seemed to preen under the praise and fangirling Beau was doing, her eyes turning up with delight at the corners as she continued to speak. “What my dear wife failed to mention is that Allura Vysoren told us we should meet the ‘new lot of adventurers’ she apparently adopted to replace us. Of course, we also wanted the chance to meet the people we’ll be working with over the next week, and when Jester told us you all had missed out on their wonderful bathhouse trip because you were researching at the Lyceum…” 

The half-elf moved her gaze to where Yasha’s hand rested on Beau’s thigh before meeting the barbarian’s gaze directly, “Well we figured you might want to join us there this evening so we can get to know each other like Allura suggested.” 

Keyleth nodded encouragingly at that, the slightly sheepish smile she gave Yasha and Beau was very different from the wolf-like gaze Vex had fixed on Yasha.

The tall woman felt her own cheeks warm beneath the intense deep green eyes of Vex’ahlia, and after a few moments had to avert her gaze to combat the warmth she felt spreading through her chest like the first whiskey she’d ever tasted. Beau turned her head up to look at Yasha, almost as if to ask permission she didn’t need. Yasha was down for anything these two women had to offer. 

There must have been some amount of confirmation because Vex chuckled heartily and made a sweeping motion with her arm towards the door.

“Well then...Let’s see what some steam and relaxation will lead to.” 

The other three women in her presence fell a little further under her spell, all following her lead with flushed cheeks and eyes bright with lust. 

“Yasha,” Beau whispered to the hazy minded woman at her side. “If I die this week I’ll die a happy woman.” 

The barbarian could only nod and take Keyleth’s offered arm as Vex swooped in to hook her arm through Beau’s like they were old friends and pull her away so they were walking in front of Keyleth and Yasha. 

“Oh, fuck me…” Yasha murmured almost inaudibly.

Vex turned over her shoulder as if she’d heard Yasha, and, with a wink and smirk said smoothly, “That’s the plan darling.”

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Two

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 2.6k → click here for the next part !

You're apprehensive the first few days. Peering over your shoulder when you walk through the halls of the Duke's estate. You often find yourself fiddling with the only real possession you have remaining from the entire ordeal - a silver locket given to you by your mother, it hasn't stood the test of time, it's littered in small scratches and it's clearly seen better days. Neither does it shine the way it used to but you need it to feel at ease.

Currently, sitting in the estate's library you attempt to focus on reading the book in front of you. It details the life of an orphaned child, the rest of the plot is a blur to you as this task is not done with the intent of enjoying the literature but with the purpose of distracting yourself.

You've been avoiding Duke Ackerman for days on end now. He's made the occasional visit to your quarters, always politely asks if he's permitted to speak to you - allowed to take even a second of your precious time. You decline every single request, your excuses range from "I'm feeling particularly ill today." to"I would like to rest early.", He never inquires after you've responded. You do however find he communicates in a variety of different ways ; Meals of the finest standard, A luxurious place to live, the maids also offer you the opportunity to venture out into the beautiful gardens but you know he's asked them to do so.

Quite frankly, you're still petrified and are unable to fathom what happened that fateful day, you had never been one to put much faith in God especially after all he had put you through, but maybe there was a God or a higher being or a somebody who helped you in your moment of despair.

Eyes darting from your page to the door of the library, you swear you see the door knob twist and you hastily double take. Nothing looks out of the ordinary so you allow yourself to shake it off. Your eyes droop shut as you knead your shoulders attempting to relieve some of the tension you feel. Recently, you find it to be an ordinary occurrence for your muscles to seize at the worst possible opportunities.

"May I speak to you?" A beaming voice enters the room from behind you but never had such a cheerful voice made you freeze in fright. It's him.

At his appearance you begin to think of all sorts of scenarios and outcomes but the specific thought you've been actively ignoring slyly slips into view. What if the spell weakens?

Fate is an ever changing entity, one minute it may be in your favour, the next... you'd rather not delve any deeper into that alternative.

Jumping to your feet you don't look in his direction trying to keep the contact you have with him minimal.

He audibly huffs and just as you're about to scurry away he speaks again. "Halt your movements."

Something about his voice beckons you to do so and you anxiously face him.

"Did I come off too bold?" The expression he makes is unlike any other you've seen from him before. His eyes twinkle and it looks as if he's holding his breathe expectantly. It's almost comical how different he looks and you can't stop your cheeks from flushing. He's quite adorable under this spell.

But then a flashback is presented to you. The anger in his eyes, the cold feeling of his sword, if he were any closer he would have been swiftly slicing your neck open. Y/N, you were seconds away from becoming a corpse you remind yourself fiercely.

"I'm not doing very well at courting you, Am I?" He frowns as he asks but he's not upset, perhaps disappointed.

Looking at the floor you hear him bombard you with even more questions, he's crowding around you now like a swarm of bees - somehow he manages the job of an entire hive on his own. No one has ever taken such an interest in you.

Your conscience tells you that you will regret this later on down the line, it tells you this will come back and bite you incredibly hard, you will regret being so ignorant and trusting yet you yield. Is it so wrong for you to consider feeling affection? When the Duke snaps out of this spell he will promptly execute you and you're aware of that fact, so what reason is there to cower away in fear?

For all your life you have never experienced the true feeling of love. You had mother's maternal love, which hadn't lasted very long at all. Never would you have any other opportunity to experience the romantic intimate kind involving a significant other. If you were to die you may as well play the role of his wife for as long as this spell wills it. Perhaps he'll receive his memories back so late he forgets or simply no longer cares. Part of you hopes he doesn't remember at all.

"Would you like to..." you pause already regretting what you're doing but before you can continue the Duke cuts you off.

"Have tea together? Explore the gardens together?"

What really sticks out to you most is how he casually emphasizes the word together. He really doesn't care what activity you engage in as long as it's with him. You feel your heart twist in your chest. This is dangerous.

He's eager, leaning forward with wide eyes. It feels odd having someone care about your input, even more odd seeing that person smile at you with the same spirit of an elated child. It's bittersweet knowing his true character.

"Let's have some tea."

A few months have passed since then. Surprisingly you're still alive and the spell shows no signs of wearing away any time soon.

After the raid at your palace he's been nothing but sweet towards you. At first many people were against him courting you and a handful of his advisors attempted to steer his sights away due to suspicions and speculation that you were a "sinful witch" who had manipulated or even seduced him.

The day he had heard those rumors he caused an uproar and had fired the royal advisor who spread them around. "Impertinent fools have the audacity to make such comments about my Duchess." You would usually add in you were not worth such respect considering you were not officially a Duchess but the fiery blaze in his eyes had stopped you.

"Hey Lev, lets go have some tea they've learnt their lesson." You shot the gossiping maids a sympathetic look.

Being under the spell does not make him more tolerable towards other people is what you learnt that day.

Multiple women all with visuals worlds more appealing than your own approach him, some even sent by his advisors to set you up. They test if his love is strong enough to withstand the attacks of others. Time and time again he proves everyone wrong and doesn't think for a second to give up on you.

You're glad for that because through these few months you've ascertained how much you love the Duke for who he is. Well, who he's acting as. You want to slam your head against a concrete wall repeatedly when you think about the level of affection and tenderness you hold towards the man but you can not lie and say you hate him.

The fact that before meeting him you lived a life lacking of love and affection does not help your case either. It only makes it harder.

But it's painfully obvious to you that this is all truly one sided. You aren't really in love with the Duke but you're in love with the magic holding him hostage.

You share these thoughts to yourself as you take a short sip from your tea cup. Sasha has left the room to fetch some pastries and sweets. She takes her job seriously as head maid (you never address her as such because really she's just a friend to you). It's a chilly day hence why you've covered yourself up in a shawl, it coincidentally matches the beige drapes.

Suddenly a boy who you recognize to be one of the young apprentices by the name of Eren bursts through the doors of your tea room. His hair is all over the place and he's panting as he tries to formulate a sentence.

"Duke." Puff. " Duke Ackerman" Puff. "Refuses to return to the Imperial Palace and is threatening the Emperor stating he won't return to his duties!"

You ignore it and try to keep to your own affairs because who are you to interfere in military business? It's looked down upon to involve yourself in such matters.

You send him off and in the mean time Sasha makes her way back.

A few minutes later as the both of you are munching on a particularly sweet macron the palace's butler bursts in the same way as Jaeger and tries to get a word in but Sasha manages to interject first.

"My lady, perhaps you should check in on the Duke." she suggests.

You try to speak but the Butler cuts in abruptly.

"Duchess. I'm afraid he hasn't ate a meal in five days. Please talk to him."

"Mike there is no need to call me a Duchess when I hold no such title...wait the Duke hasn't ate for five days???"

You find it unbelievable that Levi has forgotten to eat or possibly starved himself for something.

Making your way to his office you enter with a speech prepared about how eating is one of the blessings you've been given and how it should be appreciated but instead you're met face to face with a trail of rose petals that lead to the Duke.

You stare at him in confusion. He holds a bouquet of roses in his hands and they kiss his chest, He gives you a look of admiration that can only be described as the look that is reserved for your one true love. His eyes glimmer and they shine along with his glossy raven hair. You look him up and down in astonishment.

He's arranged all this for you.

"I'd do anything to have you be by my side for all of eternity. Will you honor me with the opportunity of taking your hand?"

Just looking at this entirely different version of the Duke, you feel relieved and in the moment you recklessly accept his proposal. You know it's stupid, you know it's ignorant, you know you should be denying him but you can't make yourself ignore the will of your heart.

"I hope to live a long life. One with you present." he whispers into the shell of your ear, it tingles.

After weeks of the Duke's courting you accept his marriage proposal and the both of you quietly wed two months later.

He's so kind and affectionate that you're plagued with nightmares where the spell wears off.

In your nightmares he continues what he left unfinished. Every time he's about to plunge his sword into the depths of your chest he wakes you up and caresses your face in between his large hands. He wraps his arms around you after some time. Once your breathing relaxes he asks what has made you cry and you can't do anything to explain. It only hurts more seeing his concerned expression. The way his eyes flick between your eyes and trembling lips, you want to tell him the truth, instead you state that you"had a nightmare, and don't wish to talk about it." You don't want him asking questions over it.

It's another Wednesday and you're pacing back and forth in front of his office door arguing with yourself about whether or not you should enter. Finally, you decide to make your entrance and peek inside. You hear him arguing with his advisors as normal.

"Instead of blithering like a idiot and making excuses why don't yo-" he's midway through his sentence when he sees you at the doorway.

Dropping the previous matter he rushes over towards you and scoops you up in his arms. Smiling up at you, you smile back sheepishly ignoring the stares of his staff.

"Honey, why did you leave me? Where did you go?" He whines into your neck and you try to push him away shyly but he won't budge.

Everyone around you grimaces at his usual mood swings as well as the heavy flirting that he's targeting at you.

"You haven't come to eat dinner with me for three nights. You're the workaholic who left me." You swiftly retort his point and you pout at the end of your sentence. He pouts back and you can see his cheeks are tinged a blushed pink.

"Then we must dine immediately, you should have informed me that I had made you feel so neglected, my darling!"

After making your way to the dining room you and Levi are conversing happily as per usual when you spot his highly agitated secretary Mikasa. It settles in that she's been standing there for a considerable amount of time, time flies when you and Levi speak. She's clearly waiting for him to report back to duty.

The first time you had met Mikasa she was highly suspicious of you and would keep an eye on your movements at all times (literally) , you thought she perhaps fancied the Duke but later learnt that she was related to him and that was probably why she was on edge at the appearance of a new individual. Besides all that she's sweet really, sometime she joins you and Sasha for tea and you happily converse. She isn't much of a talker, more of a listener which works out well considering how extroverted Sasha is and how you love to story tell. You've shared many fond memories with her.

That's why you place a hand on Levi's shoulder and interrupt him.

"Why don't you return to your work? It's about time I send you back now." You suggest but he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Why do you keep on trying to get rid of me? I want to stay for a little longer. After all you are my wife. You count as one of my duties. If not the most important duty of all!" He's about to break out into one of his embarrassing speeches and you want to save Mikasa from that.

"Mikasa really needs you to complete your other duties. Do it for me Lev." You try and butter him up with the mention of his nickname. As expected he perks up and stands up to leave, not before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Ah Lev, I'll be taking a short trip out today. Is that alright with you?"

You don't specify that 'out' means the Sunday Market place, he'll ask question after question.

He holds onto your chin with his thumb and leans in for a chaste kiss.

"Of course my darling. Be careful."

He giddily waves at you as he leaves and you wave back with the same enthusiasm. You giggle at the sight of Mikasa practically gagging at the two of you and glaring daggers at Levi.

The door then shuts and you're left alone.

All that accompanies you is silence and you purse your lips together trying to keep it together. Recently as soon as he turns away from you all you can think about is how this love of his is a hoax.

He doesn't really love you.

That doesn't stop all the sweet words he's ever uttered from flooding your memory.

"You're mine and I'm yours."

"My beautiful love."

"I love you I mean it." It hurts. He doesn't mean it.

But you'll keep the charade up. You'll find a way to keep him this way forever. It's selfish but you can't be blamed, It keeps you safe and happy.

Love is nice but you would prefer to live.

[kyuublu]

Let it happen

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

song rec: Belly (The Grass Stains) - Rex Orange County

We were just kids when we met. Tetsu sparked my interest as soon as he entered the room, more precisely Kenmas room. The boy stood in the doorway with a volleyball in one of his hands, a little shaky as he nervously asked if we wanted to play with him.

I never really understood the passion the captain had behind the sport. Sure it looked fun at times, but I wondered why he sacrificed so much time for it outside of practice, to even go as far as inspiring other people to go for it too.

Once after a game I even admitted to Kenma that I admired him for that exact reason. He made people feel like they had a purpose.

„But god don’t tell him I said that.“

Kenma had laughed at me but also agreed since we both didn’t want to push this guys ego even more.

For awhile the thought of loving something as much as he did, stayed in the back of my mind, only fleetingly resurfacing when I thought about my future plans. But now we were third years, applying for colleges and speculating where we’d be in ten years. Am I going to have a good job? Will I be married to someone I actually adore? Will I be happy? And the most important one that I kept going back to, thanks to the raven haired boy I called my bestfriend: Will I ever find my true passion?

„Hey, you spacing out on me again?“

„Huh?“ Catching a glimpse at Tetsuro‘s face, it became clear to me that I had yet again stopped listening to his rambling.

„Come on! I’m here spilling my heart out to you and you’re staring at the clouds with your mouth open.“ I frowned at his exaggerated comment, only to sigh at the realisation of my behaviour.

„Sorry, I was just thinking...“ I mumbled as I kicked at some pebbles on the ground. Tetsu glanced over my face, then my hands that were fidgeting with the straps of my backpack.

Suddenly his long arms landed on my shoulder, roughly pulling me into his side as he grinned. „Look if you gotta crush on me, you better say it know 'cause I’ll be leaving for college soon, sooo..”

„Oh my god, you-" I groaned in disbelief as I jabbed my elbow into his side.

„Alright, alright- geez!“

The poor guy rubbed at his rib, holding his other hand out in defense. I strudded further, not acknowledging his looming presence behind me. We stayed like that for a bit, me walking infront and him trudging behind me with a pout.

„You know I was just kidding, right?“

Kuroo was never good at keeping quiet, whereas our other friend Kenma had always been somebody you could have a comfortable silence with. „I know, dude. I’m not mad at you.“

The boys pace quickened until he was back at my side again, tilting his head at me.

„Wanna hang out at your place?“ I quirked a brow at his suggestion, a soft smile forming on my lips.

„At my place? Aren’t you supposed to invite people over to your own house?“

„Come on, you know how my parents get.“ His eyes travelled back to the road ahead of us. The tone of the captains voice hadn’t shifted, but I could read his face pretty well by now.

„They still fighting?“

„Most of the time.“ He snorted, casually placing his hands back into his pockets. „Thank god, I don’t have to hear that for another year.“

My eyes flickered down to the ground again. Oh yeah, he was leaving for college. He was moving on, just like everybody else was.

„Yeah, let’s just go to my place.“

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„You seriously still got these?“

I stifled a laugh as my best friend waved an old folder filled with pokemon cards infront of my face. I turned in my chair and looked at the boy that was now sitting down on my bed.

„Kenma told me to keep those! He said I could sell them for good money in like 20 years, but I think he’s just waiting for a moment where he can sneak that special Mewtwo card away from me.“

Kuroo chuckled as he went through the folder. „You really can’t trust that kid.“ He shook his head, landing at the last page.

„I’m gonna miss those cards.“ His voice had become more quiet now as looked over the last page a bit longer.

„Wow, really? That’s the last thing I thought you were going to miss.“

Tetsus eyes had stayed on the page until he mumbled out the first thing he had in mind.

„What did you think I’d miss the most?“

My eyes widened as I stared at him in a bit of shook. Usually I put aside his flirty nature, but at times I couldn’t help but think that what he said felt genuine.

„The volleyball team?“

He looked up at me for a second, searching for something in my eyes, until he broke out in laughter.

There goes him being actually ‚genuine‘, I guess.

„What? You love your team!“ I reasoned, visibly confused and semi annoyed at his sudden outburst.

„Yeah, of course I love them but those idiots aren’t like my number one of all things.“ He tried to keep in his chuckles and finally closed the pokemon folder. I quickly stood up to break the weird tension he had built yet again, to gather some of the extra blankets I had stuffed in a box under my bed.

He watched me approach him and grinned as I pulled out the box. Tetsu was used to this routine; he always stayed longer than he promised to and then slept over at my place. Even my parents didn’t mind anymore, since they saw him as a good kid from the neighborhood they knew all their lifes.

„I think I’ll miss you the most.“

My head turned to his figure looming over me on the bed. I chuckled until I saw the boy staring at me with a feeling I couldn’t describe. „And Kenma, of course..“

He casually leaned back on one of his hands, rubbing his neck awkwardly with the other. I could only desribe the image in front of me as, flustered.

My eyes flickered back to the box infront of me as I pulled out the usual blanket I always gave him. „I mean, it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. I’m still figuring stuff out but the train tickets aren’t that expensive since your university ain’t that far.”

“What do you mean you’re still figuring stuff out? I thought you had something planned already?”

I sighed thinking about the topic I had dreaded for all this time. My body slowly moved back up from the ground and onto the space next to him on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’m really gonna go through with it. Like what if I won’t even like what I’m studying and I’ll be wasting my time for something I wasn’t even 100% sure of in the first place.”

“So what? You think anyone got it figured out right now?”

I scrunched up the blanket in my hands as I thought his question over. “No, but most people seem really good at hiding the fact that they don’t.”

The fluffy material in my hands was now thrown at the boys face, making him dramatically fall back into my pillows.

“That might be true.”

“Are you one of those people?” I asked with genuine curiosity laced in my voice, fixated on my friends reaction. He let out a huff as he sat back up again.

“Sometimes I think I’m not, but I doubt my decisions at times. I think everyone does, it’s normal.”

Suddenly a wave of emotions went through me, filling me with some sort of heaviness. My throat tightened as I was hit with the reality of my childhood friend leaving me and everything behind soon.

“Do you think it’s normal to be this scared of the future?”

I gulped, trying as hard as I could to stop myself from grtting emotional. He quirked a brow as he dipped his head lower to meet my eye.

“Y/N, I’ve never been this scared in my life.”

Nodding my head slowly, I really began to take in his expression and the worried look he had on his face.

“But I’m thankful to have friends like you by my side that are going through it just like me, it’s comforting in a way.”

Tetsu gave me a small smile as he shifted to the left side of the bed and layed down flat. After staring mindlessly at my wall, the raven ahired boy padded the place next to him.

“Oi, stop being all sappy. It’s really having an effect on me and I’m not sure if I like it.”

A breathe escaped my lips, or more of a sad attempt at a chuckle, as I followed his movements to lay down next to him.

“The girls are gonna love it, trust me.”

Suddenly the cocky guy became silent again.

“Who cares...” He mumbled out as a faint blush crept onto his face.

“Excuse me? Who’s the one that said he’s gonna be a player in college?”

I giggled at his flustered form until the softness of one of my pillow hit my head. Letting out another fit of giggles, I took away the pillow and stuck it under my stomach as I leaned on it, and watched the boy closer.

“Tetsuro.”

“Mh?”

“I’m gonna miss you the most too.”

His eyes flickered back to me and stayed for a bit longer.

“...And Kenma!” I added with a teasing grin and rolled onto my back.

“Oh shut up.” My friend groaned as he placed a hand over his face to hide his own grin.

I wanted this moment to last just a bit longer...

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Another short comfort fic cause I’ve been feeling pretty down recently but i hope ya like it anyways ^^