#all the while brushing it off with a 'Ah you think so? Thank you kindly!')

[soulsxng]

Sarakael... pwetty...👀

P wetty indeed, friendo...

...pwetty indeed.

[daydreaming-paradies]

Duo Dynamics with HSR Men

ᡣ𐭩 Summary: What is your duo dynamic with HSR men?

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Dr.Ratio(194), Argenti(219), Luka(278), and Gepard(163)

ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/comfort, crack, Reader being insecure of Love(Aregnti), Unrequired love to required love(Luka), Serval and Pela want to smack someone on the head(Gepard), a little bit of angst

ᡣ𐭩 ~ Want to Continue?~

Dr. Ratio

I hate everybody but you x sunshine

Veritas Ratio’s coworkers notice that Veritas is rude and arrogant towards others but you, the sunshine student under Veritas Ratio. Even Topaz was confused by how Veritas treated you kindly while treating others with arrogance and pride. You always greeted everyone and Veritas with a smile on your face but since Veritas treated you with kindness, everyone has been teasing him nonstop which annoyed Veritas but it was worth it in his opinion. One day, you see Veritas taking care of one of his status, your eyes shine so much and go up to him. “Dr.Ratio!” You called out to him. “You look absolutely exquisite today sir.” The poor man’s heart is about to burst out in cuteness overload for you but he did not show it. “Well thank you,[Y/N]. I know that I am exquisite today but please make sure to turn in your work.” You nod and go off on your merry day. “Jeez Doctor.�� Aventurine says with a sly smile. “I never knew IPC’s Sunshine had this much power over you.” Veritas has to hit Aventurine with a book since he nearly exposes the flustered man to Topaz.

Argenti

Believes they don't deserve love x Absolutely down bad

Ah Argenti, the man who sees beauty in everything and everyone. He is the man with love for anything but he is absolutely down bad for you. You on the other hand do not see Love in a positive light. You are often insecure with yourself after a harsh break up with your ex, you unfortunately don't believe that you are undeserving for love. You think to yourself that Agrenti will use you for your body or looks. Argenti knows this and he has every right to understand where you are coming from but he also knows that he is not like your ex. He kept pursuing you, asking for a chance and the dude even says that he will wait for you like a knight would. At first you are wary and harshly reject or ignore him but after a while, you slowly accept Argenti’s advances with a promise to deal with your actions that the red haired man immediately. It does take time but you slowly slowly come to realize that Argenti loves you for you, how Argenti worships you, kisses the ground you walk on. You have decided to give love another chance and ask Argenti out which he happily accepted with an attack of compliments to you. Maybe love is not so bad after all.

Luka

Childhood best friends to lovers

Luka is your childhood best friend and the first friend you had. You two did everything together and even looked up to each other. But sadly, life gets in the way as you have to move away to another city. Luka was heartbroken as he never confessed his love to you but he was determined to wait for you. He kept his promise alright as now as a young man in high school, being all his happy go lucky self when he heard someone call his name. He looked to the source of the voice and he saw you all grow up and pretty, he felt his heart race at the sight of you, He did not know what came up to him. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly, mumbling how he misses you and how life is not the same without you. You were glad how you could see Luka again but you noticed how Luka had that look of longing in his blue eyes, how his hands brushed against yours and he made excuses about it. You had a sneaky feeling that he had a crush on you and you are not going to lie. You also have a crush on him too because he knows you very well unlike the others and to be perfectly honest you want Luka to confess his feelings to you already. You cannot stand this unrequited love but thankfully the aeons are not so mean after all. Luka confessed to you underneath the starry skies of your two’s favorite hang out spot and you tearfully reciprocate his feelings with a kiss on the lips. Ah,young love.

Gepard

Oblivious x Oblivious

If everyone can say one thing about you and Gepard is that you two are so oblivious to each other’s feelings is both funny and facepalm worthy. You two talk about each other all the time and even trying to say that you two don’t probably don't feel the same makes Pela wanna cry and Serval wants to hit someone with her guitar over and over again. It takes you both 4 whole months that you two love each other. “I did not know me and Gepard loved each other.” You told Serval and Pela with Gepard in Serval’s line of sight. “Why does nobody tell us? We should have known this in the first place.” The sight of Pela hitting you with the book and Serval smacking Gepard upside on the head over and over again while chasing him is to this day a funny story nobody can live it down. That is what you two get for being so damn oblivious!

~Taglist: @dailypenpen @purpleqilinwrites @areislol @yoghurtsan @ryuryuryuyurboat @thestarswhisper @windblume-wishes @husky-studies @sanzach / @zaeshi-amatus @mitsvriii @aventxsha @the-guardian-kitsune @asoulsreverie @mccnstruck @snobwaffles @sweetlyvibe @dxmoness @inkybloom-luv

[billythesimp]

*BASHES DOWN DOOR* I HEARD RQ WERE OPEN

Okay here me out, Lycaon with a rabbit or cat (you decide) thiren that tried to argue with him at any chance they get. But that's because they don't know how else to act around him because of their HUGE crush on him. Basically you're typical tsundere.

That's about it, BACK INTO MY CORNER. NO PRESSURE TO DO THIS AND TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE

-AJ🐺

Well, Well, Well~ [insert evil laughter here]

If it isn't my fellow proxy, AJ. Thank you for leaving me a request, I do appreciate the support so I put my whole Badussy into this request.

Smooches, see you soon!

Cat And Dog Fights

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Before I started detailing this request, I did a funny 10 pull on the standard banner. I now have C1 Von, so I dedicate this post for the good luck of those who want Von Lycaon to come home. Bless Bless, Wolf ass.

Lycaon x Cat-Thiren-gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: Little OOc, mention of Rina's cooking /j

✦ Lycaon likes to think himself a patient man- or werewolf. He can handle Corwin’s self deprecation. He can handle Ellen’s overwhelming bored and teen rebellious phase. Rina’s cooking and antics, I’m pretty sure he puts up with, though barely. However, with this new addition to their team, he acknowledges the huge- HUGE elephant in the room. This cat thirens disobedience and clear dislike towards him, their boss. And while it’s fine when it’s outside the job, they work efficiently and swiftly when on their jobs, though they always seek to peeve him off at times, a cunning glare in their eyes when they look back at him, how they run forwards to finish his own enemies as to show off. It’s their defiance that creates problems as he can’t help but think they are trying to prove that their are better. 

✦ And usually he won’t complain, after all he hired them for their potential and knows what he’s getting into, but lately they’ve been chipping away at his patients, their coy antics getting under his fur, having to restrain a low growl when they purposely interrupt him or act out of line in front of guest or their masters. The reason Rina can only giggle behind her palm while staring at the two of them stare each other down, another one of their pity arguments being the center of attention. Creative backhanded compliments shared between the two as Corwin tries to calm the two, Ellen holding the girl back in amusement.

✦ Honestly, Lycaon can’t help but be slightly disappointed, he sees his employees as family, so to see one with a clear disdain for him makes him pout in private, seeming gloomy as his tail thumps and ears pinned back. Rina has to comfort him, all the while encouraging him to cheer up. Offering him a meal which he refuses, stating he wasn’t hungry. Though Rina can only ask that he give it his best try to be the bigger person and treat them kindly, for they don’t know what they could be going through.

✦ That being said, Rina is hiding more then she’s leading on, one second in Lycaon’s office to comfort him and then another in a private sitting quarters with said Cat thiren, brushing their hair and scratching behind their ears while listening to their childish rant- more like them denying their feelings. 

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While sitting before Rina’s small puppets, they paw and rack the little phantoms on their heads, watching them evade their attacks before being pulled back towards Rina’s lap. Having to sit still was difficult enough, but Rina promised to comb their hair and get it nice and pleasant for their next trip. “Ah, you need to take better care of yours. Lycaon will scold you if your headpiece isn’t perfectly centered- or in one piece in general.” She giggled before properly setting the cutest fabric on their head and giving their ears a little scratch.

“Eh, who cares what he thinks. He can just fix it himself if it bothers him so much.” With a hiss, their tail thumps besides them before they use it as a distraction from their overwhelming thoughts on said werewolf. “Oh, I think you do actually care about his thoughts on you.”

“Ehehe- Yeah you do!”

“Sir Lycaon, did you see that! Hehehe”

“Oh Sir Lycaon, see how great I am!”

“Great! Great!”

“H-HEY SHUT IT!” The cat hisses at the teasing from the little boos, Drusilla and Anastella spinning around before returning to Rina’s figure, avoiding the nasty glare said cat was giving them. “Now, now kitty. No more fighting- you already do enough of that with Von,” Smiling before moving them to sit upright, the figure before her slumping again and leaving her to adjusting them again til they stay, “Though, you know if it’s attention and praise you want, maybe fighting less with the boss would actually get you the results you want.”

“Pffm, as if.” They only pout to themselves, muttering quietly as Rina takes out a needle and starts stichting up their uniform where little tears and rips had formed. Whether from their battles or their tendies to claw at the fabric when they don’t know what to do with their hands. “Even if I wanted it, I don’t even know what I would say…”

“Oh, and what makes you think that kitty? Von would be more than delighted to compliment your achievements, after all he looks highly of you. You’re an amazing servant here, he couldn’t be more proud of your growth. He told me himself.” While she gushed her Boss’s supposed claims, the thiren’s tail swayed quicker then before, the adorable pout on their face turned into that of an embarrassed frown, afraid to speak out of fear of word vomiting. “Oh Kitty, promise you’ll try to be nicer to Lycaon. As much as I adore your little cat-dog fights, I would like it if you both got along much more.” 

They yelp as Rina ‘accidently’ poked them with the needle, ears flatten as they only mumble out a silent promise. Blushing as they think of how they could try to be nicer, distracted at how Lycaon would react to their change in demeanor, tail returning to playfully bat Rina’s hand while lost in deep thought.

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✦ After this conversation, Lycaon finally notices the little changes in their Cat’s behavior. Offering a hand in his tasks, though they still have their little backhanded comments, they are obedient nonetheless. He could tell that they seem to be warming up to him again, not running away from him as much and willing to calm down and listen instead of enlightening another fight between wolf and cat. Really, He’s glad they have improved since then, also making an effort to respect his fellow thiren and help them however he can. 

✦ He sees how much they enjoy the headpats and scratches the girls give them, how they have a subtle purr from the affection and praise they give them. So after a mission complete, satisfied with their work today, he gives them a little head pat and congratulates them on the great. While at first they don’t respond at first, tired from the day's events, they suddenly perk up and jolt away, rambling an indescribable comment and turning tail to run off into their safe house. He can only tilt his head, tail wagging as he couldn’t help but enjoy just how soft their hair is.

[gomu-fer]

Lady’s man

Sanji x gardener!reader

Warnings: fluff with a bit of angst, alcohol consumption, fem reader, good ending

Word count: 2,302 words

Summary: In which Sanji could not stop flirting with everyone in front of you. This is also from my series of reader with earth powers but can be read as a stand alone

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to develop feelings for a man such as Sanji, a man that just has to flirt with every woman that crosses his path and comes undone when one looks his way even for just a second

“That’s not the only thing that he is ok?” You defended yourself one girls night with Nami and Robin in your room “He’s very passionate of what he does, he’s so kindhearted and is always looking out for everyone in the crew!” you said while looking down shyly -“Ah y/n I really don’t understand you! You are really romantic, sweet, beautiful and strong you deserve better than that!” Nami exclaimed taking both of your shoulders and shaking you, Robin giggled “Love is a mistery” Nami frowned as you were blushing red “But I must say” Robin spoke again, getting both of your and Namis attention “He’s quite the lady’s man and I don’t think you’re the kind of person that would brush that off easily” she looked at you kindly, Nami nodded.

And today he was really testing your patience.

You had docked at an Island, you always loved looking for markets every time you stopped and Sanji was the one in charge of restocking the fridge so you always walked together around markets, today was no different but Sanji was extra Sanji that evening, literally throwing himself at any woman that walked past you, usually you try to ignore it, you’re the kind of person to always find good in people and you knew that the cook was a good man he just couldn’t help being like he was around women, it was his flaw he’s human after all.

But oh god how it would make your stomach turn.

You sighed as you were once again left speaking to the wall as Sanji spoke flirty honeyed words to, surprise, another pretty girl in one of the stands nearby, you sighed, payed the kind man the ring you had chosen and continued walking. As you passed by the blonde man you saw as he kissed the woman’s hands

That was it, “Sanji!” you spoke loudly so he would turn your way, and he did “I am gonna join Zoro and Usopp at the bar I’m thirsty” he excused himself from the woman and walked closer to you looking a little confused “But you don’t… drink” you sighed “I just have a little headache, I’ll see you back at the Sunny!” You didn’t stick around to hear his answer and walked away.

You sat at the bar defeated, Sanji was right you don’t drink but asked for a piña colada with alcohol just to ease your anger “Are you serious? You can’t come to a bar and ask for a drink like that” Zoro mocked “Give me a break” you sighed while you massaged your temples, the swordsman examined your face, you really looked stressed out but he wasn’t one to ask about feelings and that stuff, he glanced at Usopp who just did an ‘I don’t know’ expression.

“What about you try something a liiittle stronger” Usopp offered his drink to you “Thank you man but I’m good I just want to refresh a little” you smiled softly “Whatever you say but that face doesn’t fool anyone y/n” he was right, you were really expressive especially with your face, sometimes even doing faces when you didn’t notice.

“Did that stupid cook do something to you?” You and Usopp looked at Zoro eyes wide, did he just asked you what you think he asked you?

Ever since you joined you learned that the best way to get along with the swordsman was by being in comfortable silence, you were introverted by nature so you didn’t really mind it and Zoro actually liked having someone on the ship that could be quiet. Sometimes you would go to him whenever you needed help in the fight department, asking for tips but that was really it, you had never conversed about anything outside that area of topics.

You flushed a little, flowers coming out of your hair, but before you could answer a really drunk man fell over Zoro and made him fall completely to the ground and spill his sake all over him, you gasped ‘please don’t be stupid’ you thought to yourself but it was already too late

“HEY! WATCH IT YOU MORON!” Zoro rose from the floor and took the man by his collar “Yeah what the hell was that? Do you know who we are?!” Usopp chimed in “Oh god” you covered your face in dismay

Predictably this interaction ended in a bar fight and you had to drag your stupid friends out of there before you got into a bigger trouble.

“I broke my ribs! And my feet hurt! And my knuckles are bleeding an-“

“Oh god Usopp can you just shut up! I’m literally carrying you what else do you want!” Using your earth powers, you were carrying Usopp in your back while leaves and branches held him in place, Zoro laughed out loud “And you better shut up too you were the one that got us into all of this!, you’re such stupid toddlers, I can’t believe you call yourselves pirates” not another word was said until you arrived to the Sunny

“YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY BACK!” You heard Luffy scream form the deck with a wide smile which quickly faded as he watched how you were dragging Usopp and Zoro’s ‘I got yelled at’ guilty face

As you finally got in the Sunny and left Usopp on the floor for Chopper to check up on, panting since he was quite heavy for you, Sanji rushed your way, worry plastered all over his face- “Flower what happened? Are you ok?” You were really not in the mood for talking specially to Sanji right now, you just grunted and walked away to your room, which made everyone look in absolute shock, you are usually very kind and understanding with everyone on the crew specially Sanji, so this reaction left everyone surprised “So you did something to her uh?” Zoro said nonchalant as always, Sanji looked at the swordsman angrily “What did you say?” Luffy whistled “Well whatever you did you better apologize it most have been really bad, I’ve never seen her angry before”

Sanji stood there surprised and trying to figure out what was he had said or done to you that could have possibly made you upset.

You threw yourself in bed, hands on your face as you groaned, you hated jealousy so much. You felt like it ate you away, and the worse thing? You can’t even complain about it because you were not Sanjis girlfriend.

You heard a knock on your door, you rolled your eyes as you got up “Nami, Robin, I’m really not in the mood right no-“ When you opened the door Sanji was standing there, looking unsure with your shopping bag in one hand “You left this outside” he said softly, you sighed and took it “Thank you Sanji” as you were closing the door, he stoped you with one hand looking trough the open spot with his puppy eyes that would usually melt you, not right now tho “Can I talk to you for a second… sunlight?” Oh god he really got you wrapped around his finger doesn’t he? You stop putting force on the door as you pulled away “Come in” you said almost annoyed.

Sanji entered your room hesitantly, almost like he was in a prohibited area, he took in everything he could in your room, he had never been here before. You had all your walls adorned with paintings of the sun, moon, stars, clouds and plants all over; pretty gems hanged form the ceiling and pictures of you and the crew hanged beside your mirror, he also noticed the dried flowers hanging in one of the walls. You never had on the big light on the room, you had tiny and warm lamps all over the place, so cozy, and then he saw it, Sanji froze when he noticed one of his hand written notes he had put on one of his special meals he did for you and the girls plastered in the door of your dresser, along with a dried rose he had given you when you first joined the crew.

‘Oh My God, he felt lighter and like he was about to pass out- “Sanji?” You called him, he shook his head and looked at you sitting on your bed and he remembered what he was here for, he cleared his throat “I-“ you cut him off “Sit here” you said as you patted the spot beside you. Slowly Sanji obeyed and sat beside you, your sheets looked like a mossy cloud, how fitting.

He was struggling to look at you, he frantically tried to look anywhere but your face, he took a big breath and called you by your name, no pet names, no dear attached, oh he was serious, this made you shiver “I don’t know what could have I possibly done to offend you, but I just want you to know I am really sorry and I would like to fix this” he said while looking at the floor, you shook your head slowly “Sanji look, it was honestly something really stupid and I shouldn’t have allowed it to get to me, you don’t need to worry about me, really”

“No” he turned to you now focusing on your face which surprised you a bit “Your feelings are not something stupid, I want to know what I did so I can fix it” you hesitated on telling him, because in a way it would make your feelings for the man very obvious, you were cornered.

But Sanji could read you like a book and he noticed your antics whenever you got nervous, your breath quickened and you started to play with your necklaces avoiding eye contact, and saw the grass and flowers blossoming from your feet looking for the floor.

He placed a hand on yours and took a heavy breath that you mimicked so you would ground yourself “Listen dear if you don’t want to talk about it then its fine, but I would really hate leaving you here all upset”, you sighed and surrendered.

“I know that you can’t really help flirting with women all the time” you started looking directly at his eyes so he knew you were honest “That’s part of who you are, and I am very understanding but today it really annoyed me because I couldn’t even have a proper conversation with you…” You bended to the side and pulled something out of your shopping bag “I actually got something for you” you handed him a golden ring with a beautiful design of the sun and the moon on it “Because you were to busy flirting you didn’t even payed attention to what I was showing you… I bought it anyways because I really liked it for you… so yeah, stupid right?”

The blonde cook was absolutely dumbfounded, he felt so guilty, not only had he made your time on the island unpleasant, but you were trying to shop for him while he was spinning around with other women? And still got him something? Oh god he wanted to die there and then, you truly were an angel and he didn’t deserved someone like you being nice to him

“I” he examined the ring, it was so… you “Sunlight I am really really sorry” he looked at you teary eyed which surprised you “You’re always treating me with so much sweetness and understanding and greatfullness for me to pay you like this? I am very stupid… And I absolutely adore this ring” he put it on and took your hands in his “I could promise you I’ll never do this again but you know better than that, so next time just yank me by the ear and I’ll stop being such a fool”

You really didn’t expected this response from him, he looked disappointed on himself, guilty teary eyes and shaky breath, you smiled at him, once again being your soft kind self

“Oh Sanji” you embraced him in a honest hug “Don’t worry, like I said before I understand you, you’re human, thank you for setting things yo right with me I really appreciate it, and I’m glad you liked the ring” you heard him sniffle in your ear, you pulled away to look at him “Why are you crying?!” You laughed “Hey don’t laugh at me!” He exclaimed whipping his tears away “Am not!” You laughed again which made all of Sanjis worry’s fade, your laughter was his favorite song, you took the hand were he had placed the ring you gifted him and put it in yours and examined it “It looks really good on you” you said tenderly as you made flowers blossom in his hand, this always made him nervous; the compliment made the man turn bright red, that and how close you were while sitting in your bed, in your room… he was lightheaded again.

You pulled him in yet another hug “Sanji, really it’s ok” and like that he finally realized that what he felt for you, was different, no one had ever treated him whit such tenderness and carefully as you did, like he would break by any sudden move. He returned your hug moving whit such care, like he was scared you’ll fear him and run away like a bunny. The blonde man glanced at the flower and note on the dresser and smiled ear to ear.

You were special and he had to never let you go again.

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WAAA yeah I’m making this a series so recommend me stuff you want to read about gardener!reader and Sanji, The next one I’ll post would probably be Sanjis confession ✨. English is not my first language so feel free to correct me!

[anony-man]

So glad to be back! And thank you 🥹 had lots of fun with this request!

Chubformers drabble #90!

Character: First Aid

Word count: 786

The most important thing about working in such a fast paced environment was always to keep his helm level, but lately, First Aid was starting to cause some issues… and it wasn’t even his fault.

Sneaking between a Decepticon gestalt for his beloved helicopter and back to the medibay where he would work for hours on end and snack between the minutes was doing awful things for his frame, as Ratchet so kindly put it. Bedding with a Con was one thing, and slacking on the job was another, but distracting the patients while they were in the middle of their shifts was the dealbreaker.

First Aid couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t believe it. How the hell was he supposed to control what did and didn’t bring bots into their medibay?

The way he saw it, Ratchet was just jealous. It wasn’t exactly a good look for the CMO, but First Aid could understand. After all, it was impossible not to be jealous when nearly every patient who staggered through the doors with supposed life-threatening injuries had enough energy in them to stop and state that it was First Aid they wanted to see and not Ratchet.

At first, the soon-to-be-CMO had thought it was his empathy and bleeding compassion that affected his work so positively. He was down to earth, understanding, a bit snarky but hardly not as prickly as his mentor… what was there not to love?

However, lively conversations between welds and concerned tones explaining detailed step-by-step instructions to delirious patients seemed to have little to do with everyone’s sudden enamored state. The more patients he saw, the more annoyed First Aid got with bots brushing off his words to instant stare at his chest as he put them back together.

It was all so embarrassing! Here he was, thinking he’d finally proven himself to the ship, only to have them brush aside his careful orders before coming back into the medibay days later for similar ailments. First Aid was practically convinced it was some sort of prank the ship had gathered together to pull on him, but even he wasn’t popular enough for something like that.

The explanation was upsetting, if not reasonable, and he was willing to put it to rest and get on with his life until Ratchet brought it to attention—and Primus, was he embarrassed.

“I’m not about to tell you what you can and can’t do in your free time,” his mentor had said, busying himself with cleaning tools and sorting datapads and wiping down tables at the end of the day. “But, ah…”

“But what?” First Aid pressed. If this was about his visits to Vortex…

“It’s just—you’re…” Ratchet groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh, how the hell do I put this? I’ve been getting some complaints from Ultra Magnus about you, er… distracting our patients.”

“Um,” First Aid’s visor narrowed. “What?”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to ask, as Ratchet’s face had gone three full shades darker than it already was. First Aid’s… well, his assets, as his mentor so eloquently put it, were causing quite the stir amongst the ship as of late. Given that most of his time was spent tending to patients in the medibay, it seemed obvious that most of the bots curious for a few extra peeks would come looking at the source.

“So what,” First Aid finally said. “We’ve got a bunch of horny mechs aboard the ship. That’s not anything new, is it?”

He supposed he couldn’t blame them. Most medics were known for their allure, after all… it’s what had gotten Vortex so caught up with him in the first place. Still, to think the only thing drawing the crowds in for his care was the jiggle of his aft as he walked or the way his belly squished against the side of the table during examinations was a little disappointing.

There was only one thing to do, and that was to make the most of it. Complaints be damned, First Aid was happy with the extra attention. It meant he and Vortex were doing something right, at least, and if mechs wanted to come in and ogle his soft, pudgy frame while he worked… so be it.

He had all the time in the world, and he wasn’t about to stop snacking on shifts or sneaking off to visit his Con anytime soon.

“Well, by all means,” he said, a shy smile lighting up his face beneath the mask. He gently rubbed at the swell of his belly protruding from the seams of his metal, and he could’ve sworn Ratchet’s face flushed even deeper. “I say let them look.”

[mondaymelon]

always. (kou x mitsuba x gn!reader)

warnings/notes! poly relationship, human reader, fluff, surprisingly... wholesome?

(a/n) requested by @originisanend!! thank you ♡

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"What are you... doing...?" Kou blinked his cyan eyes repeatedly, the confused expression only deepening as he tried to follow Mistuba's movements.

"Putting together a scrapbook, silly. Stop being dumb, hella-lame-traffic-safety-earring boy." Mistuba stuck his tongue out at the said man before returning his attention back to the photos he had printed out.

"I told you to stop calling me that! We're dating, but you're still always insulting me!" Kou pouted, cheeks flushing as he whined.

Mistuba turned to look at you, pink eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah... but I think it's a good name. After all, it fits you well. And I think..." The rosy-haired man sent you a not-so-subtle wink before continuing. "They like it too."

"Liar." Kou turned to look at you with his oceany doe eyes, silently begging you to take his side. "You aren't agreeing with Mistuba, are you?"

Blinking rapidly, you shook your head. "Hey, leave me out of this...!"

"You heard it," Mistuba chimed in, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So now let's just kindly leave that argument and focus on what's important here."

Kou didn't seem pleased, but obliged nonetheless. Perhaps he had the memory of a goldfish, or was just too kind for his own good, but after not long at all, he was already back to being his usual sunny self.

"Where are we putting this one?" Kou asked curiously, glancing at Mistuba and you while pointing to a picture of the three of you standing in the school garden. It had been taken a couple of months ago, when it was much warmer outside. Just seeing the photo brought back good memories that made you feel warm inside.

"WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUCKING WEEDS-" Mistuba had been put in charge of garden cleanup for the school summer cleaning, and he certainly was not pleased. If that alone hadn't been enough, he had forced the two of you to come along with him. He said it was to keep him company, but the both of you knew that it was just so he could do less work.

"Now, now Mistuba, let's calm down..." Kou had acted as the mediator out of the trio, occasionally having to bandage up any scraps or cuts you got while doing the heavy work outside.

"I'm out." You had said after about an hour of working in the blazing heat. Your hands were sore and your back ached from having to bend over at harsh angles.

Yashiro had come along then, and taken a photo of the three of you. She giggled over it for weeks, although soon forgot about it. The love-stricken girl really did have the memory of a goldfish, considering she became one whenever she touched water.

"Ah, that..." Mistuba scowled, glancing up at you with vengeful eyes. "I still haven't gotten my revenge for you abandoning me, you know."

"Oh no~ I'm so scareddd~~" You giggled your ass off for about a minute before helping Mistuba glue on the final touches. Kou was digging about in a pouch of glitter and stickers, searching for some that matched the current spread the three of you were working on.

"Here!" The boy handed you several flowery stickers, along with a couple quotes and a real dry-pressed daisy. You gingerly took them from his hold, lightly brushing his hand in the process. Kou didn't directly say anything, but you saw him flinch and immediately cover his mouth with his hand.

Laughing to yourself, you placed the final touches on the spread before stepping back and taking a look to admire it. Across the top, written in Mistaba's semi-scribbly handwriting, were the words 私たちの夏, or Our Summer.

There were several photos, including the garden one. Another was during sports day and showed Kou passing the baton to you in a relay race, with Mistuba in the back cheering the two of you on. Another showed the time where you and Mistuba had attempted to make a cake for Kou's birthday... but it had turned out a little lopsided and the blue frosting turned out more purple-like instead. Nevertheless, Kou had almost bursted to tears when the two of you showed up at his residence, holding the cake tray in one hand and a present in the other.

They were pleasant photos, little bundles of warm memories and feelings. Kou glanced at you, seeing your satisfied expression, and whispered to Mistuba, "We should do this more often."

"We'll have plenty of time to this again."

"You'll always be with me, right? In sickness or in health..."

"Yes."

"Always."

[darkleysgarden]

Not Interested

Written November 21st

Warnings: Rape, nightmares, panic attacks, ptsd

Pairings: Mammon and Maddi, Mammon and Lucifer, Mammon and Satan

Type: Angst | Hurt/Comfort

Words: 3250

Summary: Mammon tries to say no, but Maddi only hears yes.

At least his brothers are there for him in the aftermath.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mammon was aware of Maddi's presence in the Devildom.

He wasn't sure why she was there, or why she was allowed to access RAD, he'd never paid attention to that kind of thing. It didn't concern him, so he didn't need to know. Simple as that.

It didn't even cross his mind until he finished stuffing a folder into his overflowing locker, slamming it shut with a loud bang. He spinned around, ready to speed walk to his next class. But, when he spun, the face of a certain redheaded girl caught his attention.

Maddi leaned in, her breath hot against his face. In a seductive tone, she spoke, "Why hello, Mammon."

He took a step back, which ultimately did very little as she moved closer to him again, "U-uh, hey!"

"You're nervous," She smiled devilishly, brushing her finger against his cheek, "I like that."

He leaned away from her touch, trying not to flinch, "Is there somethin' ya need? 'Cause I ain't got anythin' for ya."

If he was smarter, he'd have noticed the lust in her eyes, "Aw, your accent is so cute! Although, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I'm a mere human witch, I know nothing of the Devildom. And Lucifer was quick to say that you'd be reliable if I ever needed any help. So, I'd like help."

Once again, she was way too close, "'Kay? I don't know whatcha want me ta do? Take ya on a tour? My schedule ain't empty."

He heard the warning bell ring. He still needed to get to class! But, as he turned away, Maddi grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her, their noses just about to touch, "I havta-"

"Shhh," She moved her finger to his lips, "I'd like to get this arranged first, Mams."

That was weird. He wouldn't even consider her to be an acquaintance, yet she's using his nickname? One that his siblings rarely even used?

"Lucifer will have my hea-" She tightened her grip. Her nails would be piercing his skin if not for the thickness of his uniform jacket.

Their noses were now touching, as were their foreheads. He felt unbelievably uncomfortable, yet didn't know what to do. The bell had also rung, Lucifer will be so upset!

Maddi's poisonous voice sounded, "I don't know the first thing about this place. How about you come over to my place after school...."

Her voice trailed off, fingers crawling up his arm, making him shiver in fear and disgust, "You could, I don't know. Answer a few of my burning questions..."

He tried to force himself out of her grip, "No, thanks, I think I'll just head to class now!"

"Ah-uh," She looked him deep in the eyes, "You will come over to my place, directly after school."

Something akin to Asmodeus' charm washed over him. He didn't even notice it. It made him comply, made him think that this was just gonna be an innocent meeting.

She let go of him, slowly walking off.

Mammon turned around, heading to his class. The teacher was upset, but let it go. It wasn't the first time he was late to a class, and it wouldn't be the last.

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"If you've finished the paper you can hand it to me on the way out, if not, just turn it in tomorrow," His teacher spoke kindly, collecting papers from his classmates.

Mammon handed her his paper, smiling at her, "Thank you, Mammon! See you tomorrow!"

She was probably his favorite teacher. She was always understanding. And best of all, he wasn't failing or close to failing this class.

He'd always had a way with mathematics! Gambling and handling money a ton will do that to you.

He marched out of class, stopping once he reached his locker. He had to use two hands, holding stuff in while pulling his backpack out. Luckily, he got it without dropping anything. He then pulled anything else he may need out of the locker as well, Shoving the items into the backpack.

As he started to walk away, his D.D.D buzzed. He stopped, pulling it out of his pocket.

Maddi: Can't wait to see you! ;)

Oh, yeah. He told Maddi he'd come over. We'll, that could be fun in itself. So, that's alright.

He opened the House Of Lamentation group chat, typing a quick message.

Mammon: Maddi invited me over! See ya later!

He didn't bother looking at the replies. Maddi sent her location, he went.

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Maddi's room was very average, nothing too eye-catching. However, what he did notice was Maddi splayed across her bed. She was wearing pajamas, clearly. She had on small, thin, white shorts that barely covered anything. Then a black silk tanktop with spaghetti straps. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra either. Which, normally he wouldn't mind, but it was odd as she usually did wear one.

He looked around awkwardly, "Uh....I thought you wanted to learn more about the Devildom?"

"I do, I do," She said, almost panting, "But first, I'd like to learn about you."

Maddi stood up, walking over to him, wrapping herself around him. When she was fully straddling him, she moved to kiss him.

Mammon quickly flinched back, "Woah! Hey! I said nothing about sex!"

"Oh," She purred, lips brushing against his own, "Didn't you?"

Maddi murmured something under his breath. He couldn't make it out.

The side effects of the spell hit him. He was frozen.

Her lips moved against his own, but he did not move back. She smacked him, causing him to gasp. And as he did, she took to opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth.

He tried to get her to stop, but his arms and legs were frozen. His lips were captured, so all that came out were pathetic 'Mmmm!'s.

Mammon tried to speak, his words didn't even resemble 'Stop'.

She grabbed his arm, guiding him to the bed. Apparently, his limbs could move, but only to her command.

She pushes him onto the bed, sitting on his lap.

He whimpered sadly as he noticed his hard. Why did bodies work like this? He didn't want to be hard! He didn't want her on him!

She started moving her hips against his. He couldn't stop the moans, neither could he stop the tears. He wanted to move his hand to cover his mouth, hide the moans of pleasure. Because he wasn't feeling pleasure, his dumb body was!

His shirt was thrown off, he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Maddi dragged her finger down his chest until she reached the start of his jeans, "No! Stop!"

Mammon was sobbing helplessly, there was nothing he could do!

Harsh fingers undid hid button and zipper, "Get off! Please! Stop!"

She moved off of him, only to pull his pants completely off, throwing them off to another corner of her room, "You look so desperate right now!"

Maddi squeezed his hard, making him whimper, "You like that?"

"No!" He yelled, "Get off of me!"

She pulled off his boxers. That was it. He was completely naked now. He was completely vulnerable to her. There was nothing he could do.

With haste she pulled off her top and bottoms. There wasn't even underwear.

She shoved multiple fingers inside herself, quick to prep. As she was about to lower herself onto him, she had a better idea.

Quickly Maddi jumped off the bed, digging through her closet to find an item.

His face drained of all color when he saw the item. A double sided strap on.

This was worse. This was so much worse.

She shoved one side into herself, moaning and gripping the closet door.

Then, she returned to her spot above him, "No, no, no, no, no! Don't! Anything but that! Stop it!"

He tried to yell at her, only for her fingers to get shoved into his mouth. He tried to spit them out, to bite them, but she only got off on that. So he just let them sit there. There was no other option.

"Ready?" She said slyly.

No! He was not ready! She didn't even do the slightest bit of prep, she wasn't using lube, and worst of all, he didn't consent to this!

She harshly shoved it inside of him. He yelled, sobbed, screamed. Nobody heard his desperate pleas. They hardly even made their way, as she kept her fingers in his mouth.

She moaned as she moved. He screamed, his throat hurt, his body was stiff. The strap on grated horribly against his insides. He could tell that he was bleeding. It hurt! It hurt really bad!

"Stop.....please...." His cries died down. He was dissociating, trying to escape the moment.

Mammon couldn't hide a moan when she hit that one specific, terrible spot. She smirked, continuing to hit him there.

He felt that horrible heat forming in the pit of his stomach. He was moaning in pleasure, pain, and desperation.

He tried his hardest to hold it in, not give her the satisfaction. But, he couldn't stop it. He came with a loud sob.

Maddi moved her hand, stroking what was now flaccid back to its hard.

He sobbed loudly. His vision was blacking out. He saw glimpes.

She stopped eventually with the strap on, riding him instead. The entire way through he screamed and sobbed. His throat was bloody. Everything hurt. Her nails scratched him harshly, she bit him. He was covered in bruises and cuts.

Everything cut in and out, his sobs making it through to his brain. Eventually, when he cut back in, she was gone.

He sat up, trying his best to hold in a sob, but failing. He gathered his clothes.

He didn't want them anymore. He'd probably rip them up, burn them. But, he didn't want her to keep them for her selfish perverted needs.

He had to wear them one last time. He sobbed as he pulled on the boxers. Same with the shirt and jeans.

Where did he leave his shoes? At the entrance? He didn't want to risk running into her.

He looked around frantically, noticing a small window. He could fit, surely.

Mammon slide it open, jumping out of it. The window wasn't high up, especially not for his demonic body. Yet, with how battered he was, it still hurt, a sob escaping him.

It was morning. She used him all night. Another sob. The cold air chilled him to the bone, the t-shirt not helping.

He took a step, whimpering at the pain. He had a heavy limp. He choked on sobs, wishing to suppress them.

The journey home was slow, but he did make it.

He stopped in front of the door, trying his best to hold down the sobs, wiping tears away. He took deep breaths. He needed to compose himself. His brother's didn't need to be burdened with this.

Once he felt acceptable enough, he opened the door. He tried to dart to his room, yet he was quickly stopped.

Satan stepped in front of his path, "Where were you all night?"

"With M-" He couldn't choke out her name, "I told you guys."

He was so close to breaking. He couldn't let Satan see him that weak. He's supposed to be his strong older brother.

"You look like you're about to cry," Satan's face was full of worry, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, now leave me alone!" He yelled too loudly. Before a tear could leave his overflowing eyes, he ran up the stairs, slamming his door shut and locked behind him. Mammon collapsed onto his bed, screaming into his pillow. Sobs overtook him.

A panicked thought came to him.

He had left his D.D.D.

He started to freak out. She had it! He didn't even have a password!

In his frantic mind, he failed to realize the easy solution at first. He used his magic, teleporting it back to him.

Mammon didn't look at anything on it, setting it on his nightstand.

The magic took everything out of his already exhausted body. Reluctantly, he feel asleep.

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She found him again! She snuck into his room. She was mad. Her plaything had left her.

She wanted more of him. She took and took, using him until he couldn't sob anymore.

Her fingers grazed against his inner thigh, "Wouldn't you like to go again?"

He darted up, screaming, "No! STOP! PLEASE!"

He choked, quickly submitting to a panic attack.

"Please, please, please, stop!" He whimpered and moaned.

He was dying, he's for sure. He couldn't breathe. Air scrapped against his lungs.

His doorknob jiggled, "Mammon! Are you okay!"

"Go...Away!" He forced through harsh breathing. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He was their strong older brother! He was the idiot scumbag! He wasn't someone to be pityed!

There was a knock on the door, "Mammon, you aren't okay! Do i need to break this door down?"

He wasn't sure who was at the door. When they knocked again, he screamed.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He sobbed horribly, curling into himself.

No more noises came from the other side of the door. They had left. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

This continued for a week. He'd wake up screaming, sobbing, and somebody would come. But, eventually they understood, leaving him alone.

They left meals outside his door. He tried to eat once, but he just threw it up. He didn't try again.

He didn't cry anymore. He felt numb. Nightmares plagued him. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw her.

Mammon only moaned and groaned in pain. No other sounds left him. He spent his days laying on his bed, wondering if he'd ever be clean again. He didn’t even spend any money. How unlike him.

He'd showered finally on the second day, having enough energy to do it. Though, he'd just sat on the floor, eyes wide.

The fifth day he'd gotten hard. Just normal body functions. It happens sometimes. But, it made him scream. He threw up, sobbing. That was the last time he'd cried.

It was the eighth day since. He didn't know what to do anymore. His stomach screamed for food, his head pounded, he felt numb.

Maybe he'd die like this. That would be nice.

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All of his brother's were worried, it wasn't just Satan.

But, Satan was the last one to see him before it started. Before the hiding, before the moans, before the screams and sobs.

He would never forget that day. Mammon's face was full of terror.

None of them were idiots. It was obvious what happened.

Maddi didn't understand the word 'no', and Mammon had spent that night with her. Plus, if his cries of 'get off me!' And pleas of 'Stop it! You're hurting me!' Were anything to go off of, it was clear.

It made Satan sick to his stomach. How could anyone do such a thing? Let alone a human! They were supposed to be better than demons!

And, why to Mammon? He didn't even do anything! Sure, he could be scummy, but nothing could warrant what she did. Not a single thing.

He gathered everyone in the living room. It had been eight days since it happened.

They all knew what he called them for. Sadness drenched all of their faces.

"What are we supposed to do," Satan broke the silence.

Everyone knew what he was talking about. They were all painfully aware.

"My room is next to his," Levi sounded like he was going to cry, "Even with all my soundproofing, I still hear it. I want to do something, help him. But, he won't let us."

"I'm kicking down his door," Lucifer gravely voiced. Heads turned to him in alarm. Yet, they all agreed.

The brothers slowly made their way up the stairs, scared of what is yet to be discovered.

The eldest instructed the others to stand back as he kicked. The door fell down easily, and with surprisingly little noise.

A horrific sight lay before them. Mammon was on his bed, surrounded in a puddle of his own vomit. He was gripping tightly at his stomach, shaking, whimpering. Tears ran down his face at a terrifyingly fast rate. Every few seconds he gasped sharply for air.

How could they let it get this bad?

All of them quickly ran to his side. Panic spread, nobody sure what the right move was.

Lucifer picked him up, Mammon needed out of the disgusting, wet bed.

As he did, Mammon thrashed, screaming, begging, pleading, "Please! Let go of me! I can't take it anymore!"

Lucifer's eyes clenched in guilt, he picked up his pace, rushing Mammon to his own room.

He quickly laid Mammon down. His cries quieted down, turning into soft sobs instead.

Mammon was radiating heat. Lucifer didn't want him to gain a fever as well. It would only add to the delirium. However, he couldn't remove any clothes without panicking him further in this state, or any state. So, he resulted to the only sane option, a cold rag.

Lucifer stroked Mammon's cheek gently, he flinched softly away before leaning into it. The eldest moved his hand, running it through the younger's hair. Mammon sighed in relief. He'd clearly been craving the soft, kind touches.

Once he looked up, he noticed Satan sitting at the end of his bed. The blonde had tears streaming down his face.

"Satan, you can return to your room now," He tried to keep his composure.

"I'd like to stay," That was all he said, Lucifer allowed it.

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Satan slept on the end of Lucifer's bed, Lucifer falling asleep against the headboard.

Mammon lay in the middle. He looked smaller. He looked broken and tattered. But, most of all, he looked strong.

He didn't know what he would do in Mammon's situation. Nothing legal, that's for sure.

If Maddi could do that to a sin, she had become too powerful; too much of a threat. If she was just powerful, that didn't warrant much. Realms didnt like to cause anything with one another unless warranted. This was warranted.

Mammon is very important to the Devildom; Maddi did something illegal to all Realms. She deserved death at best.

Lucifer would notify Diavolo, he was sure. Barbatos's rumored torture chamber may even be of use.

Either way, she was not getting off easily.

He was sure of that.

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Instead of waking up to his own screams, he was at peace. He looked around, Satan laying at his feet, Lucifer against his right arm. He was extremely comfortable.

Part of his body screamed to get the touch off of him. He needed this comfort.

He pulled Lucifer closer, snuggling into him.

Satan's tired voice startled him, "How are you feeling?"

He'd be lying if he said he was feeling much better. He still felt like shit. But, at least, he had someone here with him now.

He looked Satan in the eyes, "I'll be okay."

Mammon outstretched his hand, gesturing Satan closer. Satan obliged, cuddling up onto his side.

He sighed an exhausted breath.

"Thank you," He forced out.

"But, we left you alone for so long?" Satan questioned.

"You only listened to my pleas," Mammon reasoned, "I can't hate you for that."

Neither of them spoke.

Satan snuggled against him even more.

Mammon drifted off into a deep sleep. One that would not be plagued by nightmares.

[a3mtls]

Main Story: Act 11 - Acting On My Own / Episode 2

Note: Reminder that this is machine translated. Anything highlighted in orange or has [?] next to it, did not translate properly. I will try my best to make it simple for readers to understand. If there are any mistakes, kindly point them out. I’m always open to learn and receive help!!

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[not proofread]

Act 11 / Episode 2 - With Two Brushes

第11第2話 - ふたつの筆で

Tsuzuru: Hee, so this is Masumi’s university.

Izumi: Tsumugi-san and Tasuku-san also went to university here.

Tsuzuru: The atmosphere is quite different depending on the university.

Izumi: …..Don’t you think, we look out of place? What should I do if people think I’m suspicious.

Tsuzuru: We have an entrance permit, so it’s okay.

Masumi: You look like you could be my classmate.

アンタは俺と同級生でも通じる。[?]

Izumi: Masumi-kun your eyes need a lot of correction, but thank you.

Masumi: My campus life with you….. We’d be in the same faculty, taking all the same classes, joining the same clubs, and walking together everyday…..

Tsuzuru: That’s the life of a stalker. Anyway, isn’t that where the cafe terrace is?

Masumi: Don’t shrug it off. This is important.

Izumi: Ah, it looks like it. I wonder if Madoka-kun has arrived yet.

—

Madoka: Hello.

Izumi: Did we make you wait? I’m sorry.

Madoka: No, I came a little earlier and was working on some ideas.

Tsuzuru: About Hakkaku-san’s concept, what did you think after reading it?

Madoka: I was excited.

While maintaining the profound and grandiose style that grandfather was known for, the characters are filled with catchy sci-fi elements….

Tsuzuru: That’s right! It’s suited for everyone, and it feels like it’s seriously aiming for the Fleur Award.

Madoka: I’m excited to be able to talk about this.

Masumi: GODza’s scriptwriter helping us with our script, it’s like (1) sending salt to the enemy. Is that okay?

Madoka: I have gotten Kamikizaka-san’s approval.

He readily agreed to the idea, thinking it would help me improve as a scriptwriter.

I wasn’t able to talk much with grandfather, whom I admired, while he was alive, so I’m happy to be able to experience his thoughts and feelings through his writing.

As always, I will do my best, please continue to support me.

Izumi: Same to you, please continue to support us.

Well then, let's start by taking a quick look at Hakkaku-san's concept. Tsuzuru-kun, can you do that for us?

Tsuzuru: Yes. The story is set in space, and the protagonist travels through space, meeting different people in search of his roots.

In addition to the cult group that are villains in the story, there are four major groups…..

They are, Space Pirates, Treasure Hunters, Space Police and People from a certain planet.

Hakkaku-san was probably, trying to apply them to the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter troupe. It was not specified which group was for which troupe though…..

Izumi: It’s definitely a good idea to split the groups for each troupe.

Tsuzuru: Madoka-kun, what image came to mind for each group?

Madoka: For the treasure hunters, an image of nii-san chasing triangles came to mind.

When I watched the +3Ghosts! performance, I felt like the Summer Troupe were also on a treasure hunt to find irreplaceable things in their daily lives.

Tsuzuru: I see.

Izumi: Pirates might be an option, like with the Sky Pirates, but treasure hunters might be a better fit for the summer troupe this time.

Tsuzuru: Then, since there seems to be a lot of rough action for the space pirates, the Autumn Troupe might be a good choice.

Izumi: Naturally, most of the characters surrounding the Space Police are adults, so having the Winter Troupe perform would be a good choice for the story.

Madoka: I agree.

Masumi: …… [staring at kantoku lol]

Izumi: Um, Masumi-kun, are you listening properly?

Masumi: I always listen to every single word you say.

Tsuzuru: You’re only listening to Director. Don’t you have any opinions?

Masumi: Not really. I’ll leave it to you.

Tsuzuru: I thought you’d say that.

Masumi: …..However, there is someone I can think of for the lead role.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. Me and the Director too.

Izumi: From the first time I read it, an image came to mind.

Masumi: As I thought, we are one and the same.

Tsuzuru: You’re ignoring me!

Madoka: Hehe.

Tsuzuru: Then, we'll solidify the plot in that direction and divide up the writing.

Izumi: Ah, by the way, is it okay to announce that the original idea for this performance was by Hakkaku-san?

Madoka: I will check with father, but I don't think there will be any problems. When we held the “Traces of Dreams” performance, we announced that it was his posthumous work.

Izumi: At that time, so many fans were sad and mourned. I think, everyone will be happy when we announce it.

Tsuzuru: Since we're the ones writing it this time, there's a lot of pressure to see if we can live up to the expectations of Hakkaku-san’s fans.

Madoka: I would like to do my best as a way of giving back to the people who loved my grandfather's work.

Tsuzuru: You’re right. We’ll have to give our best.

Madoka: However, I am a bit worried that if we were to turn the idea into reality, it would end up being quite a long story.….

Izumi: About that, I have an idea so don’t worry.

—

Sakyo: First and second part?

Izumi: Yes. I thought that would be the best way to turn Hakkaku-san's idea into a Mankai Show.

Sakyo: It's quite difficult to make a sequel performance a success.

People who haven't seen the first part won't watch the second part, and if they don't like the first part, they definitely won't come see the second part.

Thankfully, the ticket sales for the new MANKAI Company's performances are doing much better than before.

Are we able to properly deliver the story to the people who want to see it…..

Izumi: …..

(Indeed, there is no way to deliver the second part to those who missed the chance to see the first part...)

Tsuzuru: Um—is it possible to stream it?

Izumi: Oh, yeah!

Tsuzuru: I think it would be easier to watch both the first half and the second half if we did live viewing and live streaming, like we did for the Showdown ACT.

Sakyo: Certainly, with the current momentum of the theater company, it might be possible to make it a success.

Izumi: In that case, the person you can rely on is…..

Sakyo: Mizuno Enterprise.

Tsuzuru: Hold on, i’ll contact him. [?]

ちょっと軽く相談してみます。

…..

*phone call ringing*

Mizuno: Woah—

Tsuzuru: Ah, Mizuno?

*crashing sounds*

Mizuno: …..Yes. Mizuno speaking.

Tsuzuru: Hey, I heard a really loud sound just now, are you okay?

Mizuno: I’m okay. A few things sort of….. Everything’s fine.

Tsuzuru: It doesn’t sound like it’s fine though. There’s something we’d like to discuss with you. I’ll hand it over to the director.

*explains situation to mizuno*

Izumi: That sums it up….. Can I ask for your help?

Mizuno: Yes, ofcourse! Please, let me help you!!

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i didn’t understand what this meant so i looked it up and apparently it’s a japanese proverb or old saying—helping an enemy in distress.

[kiljoius-writes]

Cooler Than Me - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Day One - Tenten

Tenten cackles as she swings her to-go bag of ramen, completely satisfied with the shit storm she has started.

“Tenten-sensei! Tenten-sensei!”

Tenten halts, whirling around to lock eyes with a pair of shimmering green eyes, her student. “Hello, Asami!”

The girl skids to a halt in front of her, hands on her knees, heaving deep breaths. “We just finished moving all of the weights to the new dojo!”

“Oh, you three are so efficient, aren’t you?” Tenten coos, reaching out to pat the girls pretty black hair that Tenten doesn’t like to admit she’s a little jealous of. “Well, if you haven’t heard, our Hokage is opening up another dojo! So, you all better get back to the equipment store and pick up some more weights!”

Tenten grins down at the girl as her demeanor visibly deflates. “Oh, really…? Another one…?”

“Mhm!” She nods. “After that, you all can turn in, okie dokie?”

“Yes, sensei.” The girl bows respectfully, just like Tenten knew she would, and bolts away.

Was she telling Lee to build dojos for her to run and make cash from? No.

Was she casually slipping it into conversation every once in a while? Maybe.

And fine, maybe it was a little more than every once in a while. Maybe it was every time she swung by for a quick check-in and chat. Maybe Lee is a little too easy to convince. That’s not her fault, she lays blame for these dojos on Shikamaru.

Not Neji, though. Never Neji.

She skips away with her hand hooked into the handle of the bag, now with a pleasant image of Neji’s mean face painted in her mind. She sighs longingly as she looks out towards the mountainous area of the forests, a little frown tugging on her lips as she thinks of Neji. How long had it been? Months? A year now?

“Hey! Took you long enough!”

Her face falls into a deeper frown as she looks up at her current partner in crime waving at her from the watch tower. She heaves a sigh as she hops halfway up the ladder, then skitters her way up to the top.

“What do I owe ya?” Kiba asks good-naturedly as she sets the bag down between them, then falls into a lotus position. She looks up to see him giving her that fangy smile and it makes her smile, too. Neji’s not here, but Kiba’s face isn’t so bad to look at, either.

After unlidding the bowls of ramen, she pinches her index and thumb together and brings it to her lips. “Flower.”

“Aha,” Kiba snickers, looking down at his lap as he digs into it, “of course, only the finest for the finest lady of the Leaf.”

“Smooth,” Tenten retorts as he pulls out a little baggie and tosses it at her. She catches it, then swiftly seals it away. “Thank you kindly.”

“Y’know,” Kiba starts as he pulls the container to his mouth, “don’t have to get me lunch to score. Whenever you’re in need, just uh—drop by. Anytime.”

“Even in the middle of healing someone?” Tenten perks an eyebrow as she takes a sip.

Kiba winks at her. “Anyone would understand having to wait for a lovely woman.”

“Even one that’s dying?”

“Eh.”

“Who in the world let you become a medic?” Tenten shakes her head, scooting back to lean against one of the support beams. Kiba leans forward and she crinkles his nose at the way he so effortlessly ignores her attempts at brushing him off. “And whoever let you be on guard duty with me?”

“Ah, that was you, sweetheart,” Kiba taunts, taking a purposefully forceful bite of pork. “You can’t resist Akamaru.”

“Ah, yes.” Tenten nods in agreement as Akamaru perks up at his name being mentioned. The old dog tilts his head at Tenten when she reaches a hand out. Happily, he scoots over on his belly and puts his head in her lap and she gladly indulges him. “The true handsome devil of the Leaf.”

“Ha!” Kiba laughs, nudging his foot against the dog, who kicks his foot without looking back. “Aint that the truth. Can’t believe he got that added to his official title.”

“Have you met our Hokage?” Tenten asks, seriously before slurping down the rest of her soup. With a little ‘aah’, she sets it to the side and rests her head back. “I’m surprised he didn’t go for something more. Like—Lord Seventh, Rock Lee, Handsome Devil of the Leaf, Green Wild Beast, Taijutsu Master, Trainer Extraordinaire, King Centipede Brows, God of the Eight Inner Gates!”

Kiba blinks at her, a noodle hanging from his mouth. Tenten shrugs. “You have that one packed away or somethin’?”

“I’m a literary master, didn’t you know?”

Kiba chuckles at that, setting his empty container aside. He wipes at his mouth and she raises her eyebrows as he gets on his knees and starts crawling toward her. She rolls her eyes and turns her head when he leans in, his attempt at a kiss missing her lips, instead making contact with her cheek. She shoves her palm in his face and he whines—she won’t admit it’s kind of cute. “Aww, c’mon babe, don’t hafta play so hard to get.”

“I told you not in public!” Tenten seethes, squinting her eyes at him as he smirks at her. Her eyes land on that fang poking out from his upper lip and she groans, pushing at his cheek. “Neji could be back any day—”

“You guys aren’t together—”

“Officially! Officially!”

“So what’s the harm?”

“We’re working!”

“Booooring.”

“And you have pork breath.” Kiba frowns now, sitting back on his haunches, looking like the sad little puppy he is.

Tenten’s not stupid. She knows when she’s being manipulated. But she has two choices in front of her: tell him to suck it up, buttercup, and let him be a cute, pouty mess for the foreseeable future on their watchguard duty, or give in and let him be a cute, stupid mess for the foreseeable future on their watchguard duty.

Unfortunately, the answer is clear. She rolls her eyes and lifts her finger up to beckon him. “C’mere, dummy.”

She’s tempted to smack the smirk off his face when he gets back up on his knees, but instead relents and lets him tackle her down.

“You idiot!” she laughs as her head bumps into the post beside her and shoves him down, rolling on top of him.

“Cute idiot?” he asks with that sly smile that he knows she can’t say no to.

At least not right now.

She lets him yank her down to meet their lips and gives in.

Until he ruins it—as he’s so prone to do.

“Shit—is that—?”

“Seriously, what?” she asks, annoyed as she pulls up to see him inhaling deeply through what looked like just one nostril. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head as she reels off of him back onto her butt. He sits up and peaks between the slats of wood, and she sees a grin spread over his face. “Who is it?”

“Hinata’s brat sister!” His tone is sinister, and she smiles at it. “You know what that means~”

“Can’t let the girl have a break today? I like Hanabi.” Tenten tilts her head, peaking over the edge to see Hanabi walking with several others—including Konohamaru. They both look beat to hell. “Heard she had a rager last night.”

“Exactly.” She hears the laugh bubbling inside of him as he concocts a plan. He turns to her and holds out a hand. “Gimme one of your explosive tags.”

Tenten tuts, shaking her head all the while obliging his request. “You’re making a mistake.”

“It’s mine to make, aint it?” She smiles at the way he phrases it as he snatches it out of her hand.

Tenten really didn’t think she’d be spending her days as a 20-something on top of a watchtower, making out with an Inuzuka and pranking a Hyūga heiress, but she can’t really complain. Better than the alternative, she supposed, fading into obscurity and making nothing of herself. Plus, she was a sensei, and as much as Guy-sensei infuriated her at times, she had the utmost respect for him and all the other senseis.

Except maybe Kakashi when he parades around with that damn book. But otherwise, mad respect.

Tenten sighs faintly as she watches Kiba bite his thumb and slam down a summoning seal and a cute little puppy appears in front of him. She tilts her head at the little white pup, who excitedly hops into Kiba’s arms. Kiba laughs as he tucks the scroll into the dog's headband. “Emi, see that Hyūga over there?”

“Got it,” the pup responds instantaneously. She’s the only one of his summons that will put up with his antics, and in fact enjoys and partakes in them. She wonders if Pakkun will appear this time to scold the unfortunate pup for being so easily influenced by Kiba. Akamaru growls to the side as the pup named Emi goes flying off the side of the watchtower, spreading it’s limbs as if it’s some flying meerkat.

It bolts towards poor, miserable Hanabi, who instantly brightens up at the sight of the cute pup. Both she and Konohamaru instantly get on their knees to greet them, and then the pup does a full 360, then a 180, and it disappears, leaving the activated explosion tag—

It’s a small one, Tenten swears it. Just enough to make them a little dirty in the face. Maybe singe off the tiniest piece of their eyebrows. Not anything to get too riled up over…

“INUZUKA!!!”

“You should run.”

Tenten watches as Kiba leaps to the nearest tree top, his cackling laughter echoing around them. She gets to her feet and sets her hands on her hips as she watches Konohamaru grab her from around the shoulders to hold her back, all the while curses freely falling from her mouth for the entire village to bear witness. Peering over her shoulder, she sees the villagers nearest to the gates stop and look at one another, hushed whispers.

“Never you worry, folks!” Tenten cups her mouth as she shouts over the people. “Everything is a-okay! Just some pranksters!”

The look they give her tells her they are wholly unconvinced, but also not worried enough to push for more information, and they got back to what they were doing. She turns around to see Hanabi stomping towards the gates and Tenten tries to offer a friendly wave and greeting. Hanabi’s eyes shoot up to Tenten’s and she seems strained in her smile. “Hi Tenten. It was Kiba, wasn’t it?”

“Well…” Tenten is interrupted when Akamaru gets on his hind legs to look over the edge, barking down at Hanabi. Hanabi groans and rolls her eyes. Tenten giggles.

Akamaru isn’t one to let Kiba get away with such antics. Hanabi shakes her head. “I’m gonna get him…I’m gonna get him so hard.”

“Sure you are,” Konohamaru comments to her side, poking her in the side. “You’re gonna get him so hard. Nasty, nasty.”

“What the—” Hanabi sputters, her eyes turning veiny and her cheeks turning rosy as she faces Konohamaru. Tenten covers her mouth and bites her lip. “How dare you!!!”

Tenten shakes her head and tuts as Konohamaru doubles over, chakra point swiftly closed. He won’t be reopening that one for a while. Then her eyes drift to Hanabi, who is marching away, looking red from her forehead to her collarbone.

Poor thing.

Tenten knows Kiba is messing with her because that’s just how Kiba is. He messes with everyone. She just wishes he knew that doing so with a heart as delicate as Hanabi’s was a dangerous game.

Love is stupid, Tenten knows that. But she can’t help but be in love with Neji. Sometimes she wonders if Kiba is in love with her. She knows Hanabi is in love with him. And Konohamaru, as good as he is at playing things off, is hopelessly in love with Hanabi.

These kids were far too predictable. Tenten could see through it all.

What a mess.

[nemeseos-noctua]

I remembered you writing about how Aether quickly falls asleep when you play with his hair and my brain went ➡️⬅️↘️↕️➡️↪️⤵️↗️, so may I request Razor, Aether and Xiao snoozing off on their s/o after their hair gets played? (imagining Xiao turning 10x more affectionate, subconsciously nuzzling into you has me sobbing—)

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: razor, aether, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Do you see the xiao bias? Yea u do.

honestly? his hair is kinda tangled

ok. not kinda. it is very tangled. he does not maintain it, occasionally washing it just because it smells and he doesn't want to attract animals with it

so when you came into his life? and actually brushed his hair? wow. he's in deep. this is love... love is brushing hair

BUT OK SERIOUSLY: he really appreciates that u brush his hair! he thinks it's so cool... because now he can actually?!!? wash?!!?!?!?

one day, u were just brushing his hair and telling him about your day (though he can't really keep up with the rate that words kept leaving your mouth)

and. he fell asleep. HE DIDN'T MEAN IT! but the way you ran ur fingers through his hair and so kindly untangled each knot that'd appear every 5 seconds? wow.

"yeah, and then there were three mitachurls! isn't that crazy?"

". . ."

"razor?"

peeking over to look at the boy who laid in between your legs with his head against your stomach, you were met with the sight of a lightly snoring wolf boy

you swore there was a comical air bubble inflating and deflating from his nose

when razor woke up, he was thoroughly confused once there were a bunch of sweetflowers in his hair... and those silver locks of his were actually untangled?!

he's going to repay you by playing with your hair next!

aether... has a braid on 24/7. he doesn't usually let it loose because he doesn't have the time to maintain it, braid it again, wash it, etc. every single day

so.

yea.

but one night! one night where he had 0 commissions! you asked him while he was roasting some mushroom skewers up:

"hey, can i play with your hair?"

he blinks

and then gets to removing the band at the tip of his hair. HECK! you don't even have to ask! he's all down!

though he gets a little sullen :( his sister used to do his hair for him before they got separated

but he has no time to think about that. right now, it's about you. you running your hands through his hair as he gets flustered at how tangled and unkept his own hair is

"ah, sorry about that..."

"it's no biggie!"

once you untangle it (it wasn't that hard) and separated his braided hair, you had to take a deep breath.

wow. aether with his hair down. wow. thank you for this blessing lord barsibatos 🙏🙏🙏

he feeds u while ur styling his hair however u'd want. he's the sweetest ever <33

when he feels the drowsiness kicking in, he'll literally tell you. "i think i'm going to fall asleep." just a headsup before he actually does, yk?

and once he says that? he's out like a light. this is what happens when you adventure for a living (and for your sister)

though you're both out in the middle of the wilderness, the only heat coming from a dwindling fire, you swore that this. this was the warmest you could ever get.

you'd have to persuade—no, beg xiao to even come close to his hair. he's not used to physical affection, and touching his hair is way out of that little bubble

it's not that he doesn't trust you. if anything, he trusts you the most. but xiao hasn't been very open and you asking to play with his hair isn't going to change that...

except.

this one time. xiao is feeling his best. his touch-starvedness is kicking in and he longs to... hold your hand. or for you to hold him

nananana! your time to shine! confetti! sprinkles!

he stares at you, menacingly. expecting you to catch on because his stare tells a story

(it tells a story of how you'll die if you wrong him. /j)

anyways!

"xiao, is something wrong?"

"... no," he grumbles, turning away. he's conflicted, does he feel good that you noticed? or does he feel bad that you did?

"xiaoo?"

"no."

"xiaoooooo?"

he gives in, holding his hands out stiffly. if you weren't so adept in the language of 'Yaksha x Mortal', you would've thought he was t-posing

'he wants a hug!!' you exclaim internally, dramatically walking forward to embrace your boyfriend. of course, you're doing this in the safety of your room at wangshu inn

bringing your hand up to the back of his head, you quickly stroked his turquoise hair, melting once he nuzzled his face into the bottom of your neck, his forehead meeting your skin

this. this my friends, is what you call the adeptus jackpot

xiao enters this state of. "My Touch-Starvedness is Getting Cured" as you continue to fiddle with his hair, occasionally twirling the strands as he swears his eyelids just gained a few pounds

once xiao is back to normal and not in a state of pure euphoria, he will doubt those events ever happened.

"u were so cute yesterday."

"i was not."

"was too."

"was not."

"was too."

". . ."

"caught u in 4k 😳📸"

"what is a 4k?"

[nxrthmizu]

Crash and Burn

fandom | miraculous ladybug

genre | salt, lila salt

pairing | n/a

w.c | 3.2k

author's note | hey remember that lila salt fic i promised? this isn't it but this is something i made today so yep. please accept this as an apology for yknow. me promising to write and. not doing it.

Enough was enough.

“Marinette, stop accusing Lila! She just wants to make friends!”

“Take the high road.”

“Be a good model student, Marinette.”

Enough. Was. Enough.

Marinette had the connections, the power, the choice to make Lila’s entire world crumble apart. The only thing that stood between the liar’s demise was the tiniest pinch of morality and self-restraint— And no, that self-restraint did not come in the form of Tikki. Even the kwami, who had to be an aggregation of all the good and nice things in the world, was fed up and ready to retaliate.

“What a joke.” Lila cackled, tossing a chunk of her sausage hair over her shoulder flamboyantly. The two girls were in the bathroom, with Lila smirking in front of the sink and Marinette a little distance away from her. “You can make my world crumble? What is this, a threat?”

“A promise.” Marinette corrected. “Stop telling lies. Come clean to every one. No more lying about knowing celebrities left and right, no more making excuses about not being able to take your own notes, no more making up ‘diseases’ just so your life gets a little more convenient. To be frank, I really don’t care what happens to you— But by making these empty promises to introduce my classmates to great ‘celebrities’, you’re ruining their futures. Stop.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” Lila sneered, face twisted into an ugly grin. “You going to cry in front of the class? Try and convince them that I, the one they adore— That I am lying?”

“No.” Marinette’s eyes were clear when she met Lila’s. The clouds of self-doubt that used to hover over the bright, shining star inside her soul had now dissipated, letting the bluenette emit a confident, glowing appearance as she met the liar head on. “I’m just going to keep my promise.”

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Lila headed off to a modelling shoot after school, pleased at the prospect of spending more time with Adrien. There were a couple tendrils of Marinette’s words hanging behind in her mind— Did the girl mean what she said? Did she actually… Was she actually capable of causing Lila’s downfall? … Surely not. Marinette may have once been the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, but there was no way she was that competent, there was no way the girl was capable of plotting.

The Italian hummed, brushing away thoughts of the annoying bluenette from her mind. She was going on a photoshoot— One that was going cause the rise and burst of her career, the one that was going to make her name a globally-known one. Unfortunately for Lila, her plans were going to be derailed quite soon— In fact, as soon as Gabriel Agreste’s car rolled into the parking lot of the shoot location.

“Explain this, Mlle. Rossi.” Gabriel’s nostrils flared as he pointed to the tabloid article on his tablet. The Italian girl froze, the headlines seared into her eyes, big and black and bold, shooting poison right into the core of her body, paralysing her cell by cell starting from her heart. “What is the meaning of this?”

‘Adrien Agreste Reported To Be Harassed by Fellow Model’— The image under the caption was one that was clearly taken by a hidden photographer. The picture was framed with leafy foliage, which suggested that the camera was tucked up in a tree. Despite the distance, it was quite obvious in the image that Adrien was reeling away, disgusted and uncomfortable as a faceless woman in an orange blazer, back turned to the camera— Invaded his personal space.

The subtitle was the cream on the cupcake.

‘Witnesses State Gabriel Agreste Ignorant of Workplace Harassment’.

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As if things couldn’t quite go down a worser path, Lila returned home to a fuming mother and an unexpected visitor.

“Lila! You come here right this instant!” The diplomat demanded as soon as the front door opened, her daughter shrinking slightly at the tone and pitch that her mother was using. The last time her mother had been this angry— Well, it was when she got expelled from her last school. “I can’t believe what you’ve done! If it weren’t for your kind classmate, lord knows how long you would’ve continued with this!”

The Italian meekly followed her mother into the living room, eyes widening until they were as large as saucers, mouth agape at the last person she expected to see sitting on the couch.

Marinette smiled kindly, waving at the girl, looking every bit the part of the innocent, pure, kind child that every parent wanted to have. Before Lila could release a torrent of questions about what the hell Marinette Dupain-Cheng was doing in her living room, her mother charged on, beginning to take out her anger on her daughter while a literal angel sat on the sofa, cradling a box of pastries from her family’s bakery.

“Your friend here tells me that you’ve been taking absences from school to go on trips to help humanity!” Mme. Rossi exploded, waving her arms around madly. “She says she’s here to share her notes from the classes you’ve missed! You’ve never left Paris this year! What’s this I hear about flying off to the kingdom of— What was it called again, Marinette dear?”

“Achu.” Provided the bluenette helpfully, the diplomat’s expression instantly softening when she talked to the other teen in the living room.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, dear.” The woman turned back to her daughter, instantly snapping on a mask of anger in a matter of a fraction of a second. “What’s this about flying off to this kingdom of Achu to help homeless orphans with some random prince?”

“Um…” Lila piped up, wriggling as her brain churned at 200 lies per hour, trying to whip up a cover of some sort.

“I’m not done! Your friend here is such a helpful child that she even went as far as to ask her family doctor is there’s a cure for your… Lying disease!” Mme. Rossi practically roared, breathing flames as if she were an intimidating dragon, her daughter flinching away from the heat. “I’ve never heard of anything more ridiculous! And then there’s the fact that you lied to your classmates about having tinnitus?!”

“I actually do have tinnitus!” Lila cut in forcibly, widening her eyes to make herself look more pitiful. “I was just afraid to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Bullshit!”

“Um… Sorry to interrupt, Mme. Rossi,” Marinette piped up, the diplomat instantly cooling down as she faced the bluenette, a soft smile tracing the Italian woman’s lips. “But it’s getting rather late and my parents would love me home soon. I also have some tests to revise for tonight, so I think I should get going.”

“Oh, of course, dear.” Mme. Rossi hastily got up to help the bluenette to the door, shooting a warning glare at her daughter— ‘Sit still and don’t you dare go anywhere’, the glare read. “Feel free to come over again anytime you want, dear. I’m not home often, but you are such a sweet child. I’m sure Lila could learn a lot from you.”

“Thanks for having me as well, Mme. Rossi. I really like your home. I left the pastries on the counter— Make sure to warm the curry puffs before you eat them.” Marinette returned the smile, bowing slightly to the older woman as a sign of respect.

“Thank you for the pastries as well, Marinette. I ought to visit your parents’ bakery sometime when I’m free.” Mme. Rossi opened the door kindly for the bluenette, waving the girl off with an affectionate smile. Her parents must be so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like her, Mme. Rossi sighed internally, turning the key so she locked the door. And she seems to be a high-scoring student as well.

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Lila seethed, having been grounded by her mother. As far as Mme. Rossi was concerned, there was a boarding school not too far away from their current residence, and by the next week, the Italian girl would be transferred over. Lila had never hated Dupain-Cheng as much as she did in that moment.

Still furious, the Italian snapped her laptop open, too angry to bother with the fact she might’ve scratched the surface. Clicking into the web browser, she started to type in the words ‘Ladyblog’— That was, before a news article caught her eye.

‘Jagged Stone Interview Reveals Underage, Obsessed Fan’.

What on Earth…

As soon as Lila clicked into the link, the news footage from the interview immediately begin to play. The date stamp on it showed that it had aired last night— Which meant that she would’ve missed it, since her mother was too busy yelling at her to turn on the television to watch Nadja Chamack’s daily news.

“As soon as I heard this rumour about some underage teenage girl claiming that she had saved my cat on an airport runway, I called Penny and asked her to book a slot for me to clarify this,” Jagged Stone said grimly, dressed in more formal attire as he sat in the comfortable, cushioned chair of the news station, with Nadja nodding equally seriously beside him. “Let me clarify— I’ve never owned a cat. I’m allergic to fur. The only pet I’ve had was Fang, and he’s an al-li-ga-tor. Not a cat. Whatever the girl is claiming, she’s obsessed and making up stories.”

“It’s also kind of bewildering that she saved it on an airport runway,” Nadja continued, shaking her head in disappointment. “That kind of thing only happens in dramas— It���s too dangerous for anyone besides authorised workers to be on airport runways.”

“Right, right!” Jagged agreed instantly. “The whole rumour is just really baffling.”

“M. Jagged, may I ask what kind of effect these rumours have on a celebrities’ career?” Nadja continued, leading the conversation on like a professional.

“Well, rumours that circulate around tend to have really bad effects, and the worse ones can hang around for a long, long time. Tabloids are often spun off from rumours, baseless and with no evidence. Those tabloids will never truly disappear, so they can leave a mark on a celebrity’s reputation as some people will believe anything— Even things they read from un-cited tabloids.”

“That is simply terrible. Have you ever had any cases of rumours created by underaged teens before this?”

“I’ve had quite a number, but none of them really got as big as this one. From what Penny has found from digging around, the teen girl managed to spread the rumour through her school and onto a once-popular blog.” Jagged explained. “Penny has also found out that the same girl has claimed that I’ve written songs for her to thank her for saving my cat! I would never write songs and dedicate them to an underaged girl— Trust me. If I could do such a thing, I’d already have written a dozen in honour of my niece— She’s my favourite designer.”

Nadja smiled at that sentence. “Then—“

The news footage cut off abruptly as Lila slammed her laptop shut, too upset to continue watching.

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On the other side of Paris, Alya was pacing around her room frantically, wondering why on earth Lila wasn’t picking up on her calls. She’d left at least four dozen messages to the Italian, who was absent from school that day. There had been a couple whispers here and there about why she was missing— Rose had suggested another impromptu trip to Achu.

Lila’s absence wasn’t the weirdest part of the day, however.

That award would go to Marinette, who walked into class with a smile, the slightest sprinkles of delight colouring her bluebell eyes when she spotted Lila’s empty seat.

Growing in frustration, Alya threw herself onto her bed, phone clattering onto the mattress with her. Within the next few minutes, however, her phone suddenly started exploding with notifications. Excited at the prospect of Lila finally texting back, Alya turned on her phone, only to be disappointed by the notifications all clamouring from the class group chat.

Kim had sent a link to the chat— Without hesitation, Alya clicked into it, frowning when she saw Nadja and Jagged appear on the screen. Throughout the interview, the colour on the Ladyblogger’s face only paled by the second until she was as white as a sheet, and if it were halloween at that time, she would’ve won the best costume award for being a ghost.

There must… There must’ve been a mistake.

A notification from Lila’s number made the blogger perk up, instantly clicking into the conversation— But her newfound hope didn’t last very long.

[Lila]

Hi, Alya. This is Lila’s mom. She’s currently grounded right now. Is there anything important you need to tell her?

[Alya]

Oh, nothing much… I just wanted to ask where she was.

[Lila]

She’s at home.

[Alya]

Okay, thanks.

Flopping onto her bed, Alya begin thinking, revising over the past few months like it was an old clip. Lila’s exciting adventures and interactions with celebrities of every kind— Lila going overseas and face timing the entire class— Lila letting her in on the secrets of being Ladybug’s friend…

… Marinette trying to tell them that Lila was lying…

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The class was awfully silent the next day. Adrien was absent as well— A social worker was looking into his home life as a result of the tabloid that arose. Things for the blonde could either get better or worse from then on, as the matters were still foggy and things hadn’t cleared up yet. The blonde maintained contact with his friends, however, calling and texting them whenever he could.

“Class, settle down.” Mlle. Bustier stepped into the class, looking very tense and uncomfortable. “Today, we will have a guest, so please be on your best behaviours, alright?”

Just as the teacher finished speaking, a tall, regal-looking Italian woman entered the classroom, a cowering principal and a meek-looking Lila in tow. The class brightened slightly at the sight of their friend— But by the way she wasn’t looking into their eyes… Things weren’t going to be good.

“Good morning. I am Mme. Rossi, Lila’s mother.” The woman begin speaking, her firm and no-nonsense tone instantly making every student sit straight, their eyes too afraid to look anywhere else but the Italian diplomat. “It has come to my attention that my daughter has been taking absences from school to do charity work— And I have to clarify that this is a lie. Lila has been doing nothing but holing herself up in her room, lying to me and saying that there are no classes due to akumas.” The Italian diplomat glowered at Damocles. “What’s even more baffling is the fact that neither her homeroom nor the principal bothered to check up with me despite a student having extended periods of absence with no note or email written whatsoever.”

The class was so quiet that they could hear the quiver of Mlle. Bustier’s trembling lip.

“In addition, I’ve been kindly told that Lila has claimed to have a lying disease, which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard this week.” It was impossible to miss the way the Italian diplomat was glaring daggers at both Mlle. Bustier and Damocles. “No one bothered to look it up online to see if it’s actual disorder, nor did anyone call me to confirm and ask for a doctor’s note, which is standard procedure.” Chills burst over the room, making every one shiver as the woman hissed out her words.

“Mme. Rossi, we didn’t want to disturb your busy schedule—” Damocles begin, only to be blown backwards from the sheer intensity of Mme. Rossi’s glower.

“M. Damocles, standard procedures exist for a reason. Unless you’d like to tell me about any other things you’ve been letting my daughter get away with?”

“N— No, Mme.”

The Italian diplomat continued on her war path. “My daughter also claimed to have tinnitus, am I correct?”

“Y— Yes, Mme.” Mlle. Bustier answered when it seemed like no one was going to.

“And I heard that the class seating arrangement was shifted to accommodate for that?” The homeroom teacher didn’t dare answer this time, for it seemed like whatever she said would be the incorrect answer. “And apparently, my daughter has also been faking broken wrists and requesting for her classmates to complete her work for her.” Mme. Rossi was practically breathing flames at that point, “And I am incredibly upset at the lack of action from the homeroom teacher.”

No one could breath.

“I have many concerns about the running of this schooling facility, and I expect to discuss this with M. Damocles privately after this. However, there is still something to be done.” Mme. Rossi swept her gaze towards her daughter, who found the floor incredibly interesting at that point of time. “Lila? Something you’d like to say to your classmates?”

“… I’m sorry for lying to you.” Lila mumbled resentfully.

“Louder, Lila. No one can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you!” Lila swallowed, bursting like an explosion that had finally been triggered, tears in her eyes and fists hatefully curled. “I’m sorry for lying about my diseases and injuries. I’m sorry for making you do my work,” She spat. “Sorry for causing any inconveniences.”

Mme. Rossi raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Is that all?”

Lila glared at her mother, who was completely unfazed. “Oh, so you want an apology from me? Fine!” She turned to the class, a maniacal glint in her eyes as she sneered at the class, a few gasps puffing from around the room as they caught their first glimpse of the liar that resided in the ‘harmless’ shell of Lila Rossi. “I’m sorry that you are all such idiots that you all fell for everything. I’m sorry that Marinette has such terrible, untrusting classmates that turned their backs on her even though she was still a goody-two shoes till the end, even though she still wanted to help you sorry peasants. I’m sorry that you were all so goddamn gullible! There! Good enough for you?”

Shock was etched into the faces of every human in the classroom— Including Mlle. Bustier, M. Damocles, and Mme. Rossi themselves. Clearly, that part of the apology had not been part of the plan.

“Did I miss something?” Said a sweet voice, followed by the presence of a bluenette, her hair tied in a half-up. A royal blue blazer decorated her lithe form, accompanied by a smart-looking white blouse and a black plaited skirt. Formal had never looked so good on anyone— And if someone didn't know better, they'd think that the bluenette was a young lawyer, emerging victorious from her first successful case.

“Marinette!” Alya exclaimed.

“I’m sorry that you’re such an annoying, little, pest.” Lila bit in the girl’s face, disdain colouring her features as she ignored her mother’s enraged gasp behind her.

The bluenette simply smiled, unaffected by the liar who had crashed and burned like the liar once wished upon her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng stood at her full height, the perfect image of grace and poise as she maintained her composure, quite unlike her nemesis, who thrashed under her mother’s restraining hands.

“And I’m sorry that you didn’t take my promise to heart.”

this can count as adrien redemption depending on you cause ehhh i dont like how passive he is but i havent caught up with the recent episodes, he might have become better. idk.

also where the hell is my miraculous taglist i cant find it so eep. no tagging ppl ig oops

[twistedmusings]

Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens. 

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq  Reader: [G/N]  Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~ 

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?” 

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~” 

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart. 

What a con artist. 

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder. 

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm. 

You were acting out of desperation. 

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul. 

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.” 

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Great, more insults towards your intelligence. 

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree. 

But that wouldn’t be near enough. 

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--” 

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~” 

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!” 

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage. 

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red. 

A floorshow. 

That’s right! A floorshow! 

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out. 

“What--what!” 

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’ 

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--” 

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!” 

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar. 

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.” 

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses. 

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?” 

“...yes.” 

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--” 

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--” 

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.” 

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step. 

“...Floyd.” 

“Yes?” 

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!” 

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures. 

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it. 

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask. 

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.” 

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student. 

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them. 

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna. 

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-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this? 

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside. 

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor. 

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame. 

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you. 

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor. 

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service? 

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again. 

 -So this is what you were planning. How interesting~ 

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table. 

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got. 

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked. 

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible. 

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation. 

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around. 

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~ 

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.  

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him. 

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable. 

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides. 

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song. 

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp? 

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.” 

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along. 

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell. 

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage. 

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You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together. 

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight. 

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes. 

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes. 

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes. 

At least it was over. 

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!” 

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened. 

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily. 

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?” 

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings. 

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?” 

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take. 

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?” 

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?” 

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take. 

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ” 

“Y--Yeah! Sure!” 

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office. 

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.  

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Appointment Scheduled

Summary- 2.7k Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Since that night at your parents, you haven't been to see Ransom. Not that he wasn't always on your mind. But you continue to defend your 'FWB' term that is all he is. Ransom gets tired of receiving physical silence from you.

So he made himself an appointment.

Warnings- somewhat mad mean Ransom, reader in denial of her feelings, some in the office over the desk sex. This is a cheater fic, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend and Ransom is encouraging this. Please if this bothers you, do not read it.

A/N- another self-indulgent fic featuring these two? Yes please, it's what I wanted, so it's what I wrote. As always, thank you for reading, comments and reblogging. You all have to thank @sagechanoafterdark for Ellie showing up in the story. We were talking that the reader needs a best friend who is like "Duh, you two are meant to be, it is so obvious." to our reader.

Masterlist

“Ellie no I haven't seen him since my dad's birthday party. I mean a few messages here and there, but nothing more about meeting up.”

You hear your best friend scoff on the other line. She was your confidante, your tried and true, better or worse, the bitch who will help you bury the body friend.

She also lacked sugar coating anything.

“Well, you two are just dumb. One of you has to open that line of conversation, might as well be you.”

You hit the button to the lift, sighing into the phone as you watched the numbers ding. “I don’t know what conversation you are talking about El.”

“Uh, the one where you two have been in love with each other since basically middle school? The one where whenever you feel lonely, that's the man you call? Or how about the one how he runs to you whenever you even put out a HINT that you might need him? That one Y/N.”

“We are just fuck buddies-”

“Really good, rock your world, the best sex and head you’ve ever gotten, buddy. Right?” Ellie’s tone is dripping with sarcasm now and you pinch your nose in aggravation while stepping onto the elevator.

“Exactly like that.” You go a bit quiet. “Listen, I’m at work, so talk later, okay?”

“Sure, I miss you. I wish you would move back to the city.” Ellie softened her tone a bit. “Girls weekend soon? I love you.”

“I love you too and of course!” You hit the end button and stuff it in your bag, staying quiet the rest of the ride up.

Working as a lawyer's assistant wasn’t too bad. Although it's often said couples shouldn't work together, you hardly saw Neil while you were there. He was usually in some kind of pissing match with another DA in the building, which made for some interesting rants from him when he got home.

You dutifully listened, but with little interest. They got old and boring, which was how you were feeling in this ‘safe relationship.’

Really you felt something must be fucked up with you. Neil was a good guy, supportive, he didn't have much of a jealous streak, although you wished once in a while he would get a bit riled up about when someone was checking you out when the two of you went out for a date night. Everything was stable in your relationship, aside from the fact you basically were away to Ransom's bed any chance you could.

Then there was Ransom. The man you were able to actually swear yourself off from two years straight and got your life in order.

So you thought. It took one drink and conversation to fall back to where you two were two years ago. Only this time you found him missing him while you were away, thinking about him more.

You opened your office door and propped it open for your boss's clients to come inside and wait, your boss's door opened on the other side. Shaking off your over-the-top feelings going on, you went to pour Johanna's coffee and grab the files for today's cases. She was on the phone, so you just set them down with a small wave of your hand and settled behind the desk to get started transferring her notes into the system.

Ransom though was never far from your mind when you gave your cell the occasional glance.

Lunchtime approached which meant you would meet up with Neil and head to the small cafe on the corner. He would ask you about your work, you would ask him about his. There would be pleasantries shared. You sighed once more to yourself at the thought of it.

Johanna closed her door with a sudden click. You jumped a bit in surprise as she shouldered her handbag. “You okay Dear?” The woman asked kindly and you smiled, brushing it off.

“Caught up in these files.”

“Ah, yes there is a lot with this case. Sorry about all the extra notes. I know it's a tad boring. But take your break, stay out with Neil a little extra. It's a nice day and you've earned it.” She smiled kindly.

“I will be sure to, maybe Neil and I can breeze around the park before returning.” Fat chance… you thought as you smiled kindly at your boss as she took her leave. You picked at your cell phone, working your lip about to message Neil that you would meet him when a rather loud distinctive tone filled the entryway to your and Johanna's office.

“I have a meeting lined up with Johanna Klein, if you could let her assistant know that Ransom Drysdale is here to see her.”

Dropping your cell phone, forgetting about Neil, you rise out of your seat and go to your door, peering out. Ransom is leaning against the desk to the receptionists of the lawyer's offices explaining how it was your lunchtime and you were out of the building.

Ransom’s voice was about to release, you could see him drawing in the air to make himself a bit more imposing at the idea that he wasn’t allowed to see you when his icy orbs lifted from the receptionist to you, a perfect smirk crossing those pale pink lips that could be so soft at the moment while dropping venom just as easily. “She looks like she is available to me.”

The receptionist spun her chair to see you in the doorway. “It’s okay, Johanna booked him as the last one this morning.” You lied while Ransom made his way around the desk to enter your office. The receptionist looked like she was about to say something more when you quickly clicked the door closed and pulled the shade over the frosted glass to keep from anyone seeing the two of you in there.

“What are you doing here Ransom?” You ask yet again, while he was leaning against the desk with his arms folded over his chest.

“I have an appointment. Seems it's the only way to properly see you again.” He pushed up the sleeves of his long sleeves over muscled forearms. You being you, was absolutely unable to take your eyes off that action.

“Well, I’ve been busy and you never made mention of it again.”

“Kitten…” His tone lowered with a warning. “I didn't think I had to imply that you could come over whenever. But if I'm going to have to do it this way from now on.” He pushed off the desk to stalk the small space to you. “Guess that's what I will do. Book my appointments between-” a slight snarl darkened his face, the crease between his eyes deepening as his hand rested in your lower back and pushed you closer to him.

Overwhelmingly closer. His muscles through the shirt flexed under your hands coming to rest on his pecs and his cologne made your mouth water with the familiarity. The scent of bergamot and cedar gave an almost smoky scent, a touch of sweetness with vanilla had you inching closer to Ransom. “- your time with Neil.”

Your eyes flashed angrily at him then, pulling back a bit in his hold. “What does it matter to you, Ransom?”

“It doesn't. Like I told you before Kitten, you and I will never be over.”

“Feels a lot like jealousy to me then.” You spat a bit. “Since we're just this.” You shrugged a bit, now your temper is getting the best of you. “What was it that Ellie said to me this morning. Fuck buddies.”

“Your term, not mine Kitten.” Ransom yanked you in close again, this time his kiss was a lot different than that night in your bedroom. It was harsh and demanding, forcing you to open your mouth to him and swallow his passion. “You know fucking Neil is skating on thin ice, keeping you all the time.” He shoved you roughly against your desk, your hands flying to the paperwork you were working on before and it went flying for the most part. Some of it fisted in your hand as your ass arched out and pressed against Ransom's groin, making you hiss when he jerked your hips further back.

“Neil is technically my-” You started when a hand slapped over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheeks roughly.

All of it was turning you on, making your thighs squeeze together and you breathe harshly through your nose the more excited you got. “Don’t say it Kitten. Not right now, this is my time. Remember. I made an appointment.”

You felt your skirt get rucked up around your hips and Ransom leaned over, his chest pressing into your back as he flushed hot kisses on your neck, a yank to your shirt dragged your shirt over your shoulder. It wasn't gentle kisses, it was deep leave his mark there that was making you tilt your head and push back into him once more while he fumbled with his own pants to yank them open.

“Yes, yes your appointment. Did you miss this pussy?” You purred, mimicking the nickname you had earned. His fingers pushed aside the bit of cotton that was now sticky clinging to your folds and he stroked you with precision, spreading your slick all around till he swirled a finger against your clit.

“Enough to come searching your ass out.” He remarked when you felt his cock take over where his fingers were, thicker, velvet hardness in your soft folds make you mewl while gripping your desk's edge.

It was the right call, as soon as Ransom felt you start to take him, he pressed harder. Making you both hiss, your head falling against your desk as he stretched you open, his cock filling you quickly. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, registering the sting of it when he rutted into you, slamming your hips into the desk suddenly. “Fuck Ransom,” You hissed out and bit your lip to stifle a moan.

“This perfect round ass that is so fuckable.” His hand came against a cheek while his hips slammed into you steadily. Jerking you on the desk. But it all felt so good, the stink of the slap making you tighten around his cock while you gave a yelp in protest.

Again his hand came around your mouth, stuffing fingers in your mouth which you wrapped your lips around and sucked on them, making your eyes roll when you tasted yourself on them. “Shut it Kitten, suck yourself off me like a good girl while I fill this perfect cunt.” Ransom snapped his teeth near your ear. You moaned, trying to confirm that you would, you would do just as he said while he fucked you harshly from behind.

It clouded your mind, forgetting everything you had been stressed about all morning. Ransom's cock pounded into your wanting body like it was all you ever needed. Your smooth walls flexed around him, tightening till you felt the throbbing ridges that dragged and pulled through you.

It wasn't just his cock driving you mindless. It was the grunted words in your ear. “Perfect little clock slut, Kitten you love getting fucked on your desk don’t you?” He hissed in your ear as another drive made you moan incoherent at him. “Just so cock drunk slut, who is too stupid to answer me.” A tongue was dragged on your tongue, kisses right at the hinge of your jaw made you whine and press back against him. He knew that it drove you crazy to feel the flush of his lips along your neck, driving you mindless. “Just my sweet little Kitten taking it so well.”

All you could do was mewl around his fingers stuffed in your mouth, drool escaping from the corners of your stretched lips and dribbling on the paperwork you had crumpled in your fists. Your chest pressed harshly against the desk, making you wheeze under Ransom’s weight. It was smothering, him all over caging you against the furniture, pumping his cock harshly into your core and your mouth stuffed with his fingers keeping you quiet.

It was too much and not enough, cause you still weren't quite there. The heat burned in your belly, wanting to implode you into oblivion. Ransom gritted his teeth as he wedged a hand under you, fingers feeling for your throbbing clit that ached for his touch.

The roll of his fingers made you moan at the tension. The rush made your spine snap and fight against Ransom, which he felt as you squealed in protest, his teeth snapping near you while he sputtered.

“Just fucking cum Kitten, then you can relax. Your boss will be back any time now.” Nearby you glanced at your phone that somehow was still on the table, the time wavering in your sight, as well as some ‘Where are you?’ texts from Neil.

Ransom wanted you to relax and cum, which is what you wanted as well. The numbing release was right there with his help and you let go. The wave was mind blanking. You sagged under Ransom, and he tightened his hold on you as he used you. But you were in bliss as he grunted over you, hot shots of cum filling you while he sagged in relief against you.

Jerks of his cock still quivered your sensitive walls as he took a few last slow pumps into you before he plated his hands against your messy desk and pulled himself up, pulling out of your messy cunt.

“Gonna have to go the rest of the day like that Kitten.” He chuckled as he straightened your panties back in place and pulled your skirt down over your ass. His hand went around your waist and he helped guide you back to a stand to face him. Brushes of his thumbs over your face was an attempt to fix your makeup which made you wince while you rubbed the drool from your chin.

“How bad is it?”

Ransom winced when you asked. “Pretty bad… looks like you've been crying… or got properly fucked. Take your pick.” He said as his hands dropped to pull his pants back in place and zip them back up, the button going back through the loop.

It was unfair that Ransom didn't get completely ruined like you did when this sort of thing happened. You rushed around your desk to grab some wet wipes to wipe the smudged lipstick and mascara off.

‘You know… I never have this problem with Neil.” You muttered and Ransom snapped back as he watched you, leaning down to pick up some of the papers that fell and shuffle them together while you did a quick reapplication so no one would question it.

“Kitten, obviously the man isn't fucking you right then.” A smirk flashed up at you as he handed you your papers and you were quick to tuck them away.

You broke into a small dirty smile, a roll of your eyes playing with him. “Well… you are correct in that Ransom. Now split, Johanna will be back soon.”

“Nope." A pop of the p that made you huff at him. "I have an appointment Y/N.” He swept down into a seat just as Johanna clicked open the door and stepped back in.

“Y/N, did you have a good lunch? I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. But I was told my next client is here.” She glanced towards the corner of the room where Ransom was picking at his sweater. “Mr. Drysdale, come on in with me, please? We will get started.” She smiled warmly as she went around your desk to let herself into her office, Ransom moving to a stand with a chipper.

“Absolutely, thrilled to get started. Y/N here has been a perfect host in the meantime.” He winked at you with a light brush of his fingers along your arm before disappearing into Johanna’s office, the door shutting behind them.

You could only begin to guess what Ransom was up to coming all the way here. Which you would find out later, either from Ransom or Johanna.

Right now you had to deal with standing up Neil, which when you picked up your phone, chewing your lip that you still could taste yourself on from Ransom’s fingers, you read the message.

Y/N, where are you? I have been waiting for an hour for you.

You started to text out your lie of an excuse hoping that this wouldn't be the day it would all blow up in your face.

[tetsuwhore]

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Description: Atsumu and Osamu ‘helping’ their virgin bestfriend.

Warning: explicit content. loss of virginity. 

Length: 1.2k words

Part 1 (Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi)

there is no shame between you two. you two are very open when it comes to discussing the topic of sex, so it isn’t even weird when he starts complaining about the previous night and how it took him a ‘whole five minutes’ of jerking off to cum

you scoff, immediately shooting back that for the average woman, it takes much, much longer than ‘a wHoLe fiVe mINuTeS’

but when you mindlessly add something about how you’ve never been able experience any pleasure while fingering yourself anyway?

that’s when his ears really perk up

now the gears are grinding in his head - the way Atsumu thinks of it is, why wouldn’t it make sense for him to offer to help you with your little ‘problem’? 

with his fair share of experiences, not only has he had plenty of open conversations with past partners about how they like being touched, but he’s also had the practice to hone his technique

and, he’s good. he knows he’s good. so at least this way, Atsumu can guarantee that your first sexual experience is with someone who actually cares about your pleasure rather than with a partner who half asses it and leaves you unsatisfied

Atsumu: just sayin’ 😏  settin’ ain’t the only thing these fingers are useful for 😎 🤪 👅

You: kindly stfu and never speak to me again 🥰

ultimately though, you agree. even if Atsumu goes about the whole ordeal with his usual smug demeanour, you know he’s still your best friend, and you can trust that he’s going to take good care of you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You don’t know what’s more embarrassing - the squelching sounds of Atsumu’s fingers pumping into your slopping cunt, or the high-pitched cries that he’s luring out of your lips. Either way, it’s not like you have the current mental capacity to care anyway. 

Not when you’re too busy grinding your clit against his calloused palm, all while the tips of his digits continue abusing that spongy spot inside you. The sensation is so delicious, so different from all those nights spent alone, just you and your own fingers. No, Atsumu’s are longer, bigger; they’re stretching you out to accommodate the thickness.  

And he knows exactly how to use them, curling and prodding just right, until...

“‘Tsumu… I-I’m-” 

Atsumu chuckles when you begin writhing around involuntarily, nails frantically gripping for purchase on his tensed arm. He allows you to curl into him, pulling your form closer to his broad chest as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and sob out soft whines of his name. 

“Mhmm, just like that,” he murmurs into your ear, voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Relax, relax, I got ya.”

His fingers only cease their movements when you weakly tug at his arm, coaxing him away from your overstimulated core.

“So... I’d ask if it was good, but from all that squirmin’ and moanin’, I guess it’s safe to assume it was?”

Cracking your eyes open to the sight of a smug smirk on his face, you shoot him a glare as you huff.

“Fuck you, Atsumu.”

Your breath chokes up in your throat when he grunts in response, tone serious, “I could, yanno. Give ya a taste of what a real man can do. At least before ya end up with some loser who shows ya a half-assed fuck that barely makes ya shiver.” 

Atsumu grins when you slowly nod, visibly gulping as you watch his hands unbuckle his belt to free the large bulge in his boxers. 

“Hmm, maybe if ya cum nice and hard on my cock like a good girl, I’ll reward ya by usin’ my tongue next.”

even if you’re close friends with Osamu, it’s still unlikely that he’s all that open about his sex life. therefore, you may not regularly have conversations about his past hookups (or your lack of them)

what you do know, however, is that he’s not quite the inexperienced virgin that people often picture him to be when they compare his outward image to that of Atsumu’s

which is why you’re not too worried about Osamu refusing to help when you approach him about you wanting to learn how to give someone a handjob

at first, he brushes you off, saying you could always just learn from porn

you both know he’s not actually serious - porn, with its glamourized visuals and performative nature, probably wouldn’t be the most realistic source to learn from

eventually, Osamu relents, sighing something about how he’d generously lend you his expertise so you don’t ‘end up accidentally breaking some dude’s dick off’

though, he would stipulate that since you were going to see him orgasm, it was ‘only fair’ that he got to watch you too. he suggests that you could simply limit it to masturbating in front of him if you didn’t want to go any further

Osamu knows how scary the vulnerability of having your first sexual experience can be, and he reasons that by doing this, he can help you learn to grow a little more comfortable with it

so when it comes to actually carrying out your request, he’s gentle with you, offering quiet instructions and reassurances as you hesitantly handle his weighty cock in your hand

and if you’re still a little shy when it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain? Osamu’s already prepared with another solution, one that he’s sure you’ll enjoy immensely

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If yer not gonna do it,” you hear him say, “why don’t ya let me?”

Your shaky fingers still, slipping out of your core. If you thought you were embarrassed before, it’s only gotten worse now, a flashing heat crawling up your neck as you fully comprehend what Osamu’s suggesting. 

You wait a moment, allowing a second to pass, and then another. Swallowing it in, gaining some semblance of composure. Then, you nod.

“Mhmm, ‘kay. Want my fingers or tongue?”

Now this was too much. You’re thankful that your eyes are shut, because facing your best friend now surely would’ve made you combust. With whatever courage you can muster up, you stammer your answer.

“T-Tongue, ple-please.”

You barely even have time to inhale, because now you can feel his hot breath fanning across your cunt, and you oh- you can’t even squirm anymore because his strong arms are holding your thighs down to the bed, and oh- oh- he’s licking.

He’s licking, tongue swiping up from your dripping slit, curling all the way to your swollen clit. Osamu’s pace is lazy, languid, and yet, it’s teasing all the right spots, prodding your sensitive bud over and over in a repetitive motion that makes you tangle your fingers into the sheets so you don’t lose yourself entirely.

“F-Fuck, ‘Samu, th-that feels... sooo much better than, ah- than my fingers…”

Your eyes widen when you feel him chuckling against you, the vibrations running straight to your core. Daring to glance down, you see Osamu’s grey head lift up as his dark eyes lock on yours. They’re mischievous, just like the slight grin on his face. Your breath hitches when his tongue darts out, licking the slickness coating his lips.

“Don’tcha worry. By the time I’m done with ya, yer never gonna be able to go back to just ya fingers.”

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

(Because - as has rightfully been pointed out - the angel needs his cuddles, too.)

--

“Crowley?”

“Nnnnh?” The sprawl of limbs dozing on the sofa shifted, resolving into six feet of lazy demon.

“Can you help me with this?” Rising up on his toes, Aziraphale gestured with the book in his hand. “I can’t quite reach the top shelf.”

“Don’t you have a stool or something?”

“It’s on the other side of the shop, and you’re right here.”

With another groan, Crowley rolled off the sofa in a strange, almost fluid motion, and sauntered across the room. “Where does it go?”

“Just there.” He pointed again as Crowley took the book, glaring at the top shelf. It was, in reality, slightly too high for either of them to reach.

Crowley stretched, standing on his own toes, one hand resting on Aziraphale’s shoulder for balance, until he could just barely get the corner of the book into the gap between two others, and shoved it hard into place.

“There. If that broke the thing, s’not my fault.”

“No, I wouldn’t dream of…thank you, my dear.”

“Mmmh.” Crowley gave Aziraphale a half-grin before wandering back towards his favorite resting spot.

Behind his back, Aziraphale pressed his own hand to where his shoulder still burned with lovely heat.

--

“Crowley? I think I could use a hand again.”

“Are you serious?” he groaned. “You going to tell me you can’t reach your own mugs now?”

Aziraphale glanced at the cupboard again. It did look too low for that, didn’t it? “Of course not. I…I think I should reorganize my wine. I need you to hold some bottles for me.”

“Why?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Some of those wine bottles haven’t moved in over a century. Why would you need to do this now?”

“That…” He felt a flash of embarrassment, quickly turned it into indignation. “That’s hardly any of your concern, now is it? You come to my shop, day after day, just to lounge about. This isn’t one of your – your ancient temples, you can’t just laze around while the human worshippers fan you and feed you peeled grapes…”

A shadow fell across Aziraphale, and he turned to see Crowley, leaning against the doorway to the little kitchen, lopsided grin on his face. “That’s a very elaborate fantasy you’ve concocted.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together and turned back to the wine, grabbing a few bottles at random. “It’s not a – a fantasy. I know what you used to get up to in Egypt. And Greece. And a dozen other snake-worshipping cultures.”

“I was hardly—oof.” He grabbed the bottle of red that Aziraphale had all but thrust into his stomach, long fingers dragging across the back of Aziraphale’s hand, leaving behind a trail of fireworks.

“Good. That.” Aziraphale cleared his throat, staring at a row of champagne bottles. “That should go in the, er, Italian section. Tuscany.”

“You going to arrange them geographically now?”

“Of course! Region, then year, then type of grape. Perfectly logical. These are from, um, Piedmont.” He held out two more bottles.

Shrugging, Crowley put the first on the table and reached out. Aziraphale stood perfectly still, so that he couldn’t miss Crowley’s smallest finger brushing against his thumb in passing.

--

“Now what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m – I’m sweeping under the sofa. Kindly move those – those pipe cleaners you call legs.”

“You never sweep.”

“That’s entirely untrue.” Aziraphale reached as far as his arm would go, vaguely sliding the brush from side to side. Shuffled a little to the left, until his shoulder bumped up against Crowley’s calf, fire bursting through him again.

“Sorry,” Crowley mumbled, and in an instant the legs were gone, neatly folded up beneath him.

Blast. Aziraphale glanced up with feigned concern. “You better not be putting your boots on…ah.” Crowley wiggled his toes, covered in a black snakeskin sock that was a little too skin-tight and convincing. With a grin and a shrug, the demon curled in on himself again, neatly out of the way, and turned his attention back to his mobile phone.

“Right. Well. Good.” Aziraphale ducked his head, and scrubbed hard at the floor.

--

“Crowley, help me move this chair.”

“Crowley, hold this ladder while I climb.”

“Crowley, hand me that cloth, I dropped it again.”

“Crowley…”

“Crowley…”

“Crowley…”

--

“Crowley, come over here, I need your hands again.”

“Are you going to pay me for all this work?”

“Nonsense. I’m exploiting you, like any good capitalist.” He pressed his hands down on the cover of the book, sharp scent of glue filling the air. “Come along, I can’t actually go over there to get you.”

Another string of garbled syllables, and once again Crowley stood at his shoulder. “What are you doing this time?”

“I’m rebinding this book. The glue sets overnight, so I need you to hold it while I get something heavy to put on top.”

“Um.” A long pause. “I can get something heavy for you.”

“No, I need you to hold this.”

Another pause, this time the silence tinged with suspicion. “Don’t you have a – a press or something?”

Aziraphale kept his eyes firmly forward, away from Crowley. “Will you just…stop asking foolish questions and do as you’re asked?”

Two hands slapped down onto the cover, perfectly between Aziraphale’s without touching either of them. He could feel the warmth of Crowley’s shoulder, so tantalizingly close.

“Well?” Crowley finally prompted. “Aren’t you going to move?”

“No.” He swallowed. “Not when you’re holding it wrong. Look. You need to be here, in front of the book.”

“Yeah. Where you’re standing.” Aziraphale could feel the look Crowley shot through his glasses.

“Oh, fine.” Removing his hands, Aziraphale stepped back and to the side, letting the demon take his place. “No, not like that! Honestly, my dear fellow, you need to pay more attention.”

“Wha—?”

Before he could think better of it, Aziraphale’s hands shot out, carefully encircling Crowley’s waist, just above the hips. “Center yourself,” he said, nudging to the left as his arms soaked in wave after wave of heat. Not enough. “And a little closer.” An infinitesimal push, enough to bring his chest almost, almost against Crowley’s back. He ached for it, that last bit of space.

Well. There was one option.

“Good. Now. Just need to position your hands correctly.”

Leaning forward, Aziraphale placed his hands on the backs of Crowley’s, pressing against his back. His feet shifted, and now his chin rested on that black-clad shoulder, and his legs bracketed Crowley’s, his arms rested against Crowley’s…

Every part of them, together.

With his eyes closed, everything else fell away, except for Crowley, his presence fluttering under Aziraphale’s skin like a second heartbeat. He drank it in, more and more, trying to fill every empty space inside himself, but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough—

“Angel?”

In an instant, he was back in the shop, stumbling away. “Yes. That. That should…I’ll…”

Aziraphale spun and hurried away, closing his ears to the worry in Crowley’s voice.

--

“Crowley? Can you—”

“Nope.”

“I…” Aziraphale tried to muster up his indignation again, but after the bookbinding fiasco, it was impossible. “Of course. I’ll just…”

“Nope, I need your help.”

He turned, slowly, to where the long shape of his companion sprawled across the sofa, one foot over the arm, the other dangling off the side, hands folded behind his head.

“What…what do you need.”

Crowley lifted one hand and pointed to a shelf behind the sofa. “That one.”

“I…” Aziraphale moved closer, trying to see what he was pointing at. “You want a book?”

“Mmmh. Right there.”

Frowning, he took a few more steps. “Isn’t that a dictionary?”

“Nnh? No, not that one, that one.” The finger didn’t move.

“Why…why can’t you…?”

With a snort, Crowley dropped his hand, tucked it behind his head again. “Sprained my back doing all your chores. I’m out of commission. I need a book to entertain me during my long convalescence.”

“And what happened to your clever little telephone?”

“Finished it.”

“You…you finished it?”

“Yup. Browsed the whole internet. Found the end. Lousy twist in the last chapter.”

From the tilt of his head, Aziraphale could tell that Crowley’s eyes were shut, lost in the perverse joy of his silly claims. That should have made this easier, but he still hesitated as he leaned across the sofa, rested his hand on the back. His arms passed over the top of Crowley’s head by several centimeters.

“Did you mean…this one?” His fingers hovered over a likely tome.

“Hmm. Nope. Further down.”

A step to the side, knees coming close to where Crowley’s leg carelessly hung, as if it were too much work to pull it onto the sofa with the rest of him. “This one?”

“One shelf down.”

He bent even lower, until his stomach hovered, just above—

Crowley struck, fast as a serpent, his lazy sprawl suddenly a flurry of motion as arms and legs grappled Aziraphale, constricted, twisted around to slam him into the sofa cushions, to lie there with Crowley straddling his middle, hands pressing down on his shoulders.

Aziraphale’s heart fluttered so that he could hardly breathe.

“Good. Now. What do you want?”

“I…” Aziraphale shook his head. “I don’t…”

“Yes. You do.” One hand shot up and ripped his glasses off, tossing them aside, then pressed down again on the angel’s chest. Golden eyes bore into him. “Bless it, Aziraphale, all day you’ve asked me to do everything except for – whatever it is you need! Just tell me!”

“I…” He pressed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way his skin burned, electrified, alive. “I can’t. It’s…it’s foolish. It’s too much…”

“Angel.” Softer now, so soft it could break his heart. “Nothing will ever be too much. Just ask.”

“No…”

“I can’t help you if you don’t ask.”

With an effort, Aziraphale managed to press one trembling hand against his eyes. Tried hard to steady himself. “Crowley. I…I don’t know how to explain it. I feel…cold. Empty. Alone, even with you here. Like something inside me just…died, and left me hollow…”

The weight shifted, easing off his shoulders, and when he looked, Crowley was sitting up. Further away.

“Do you…did Heaven do something to you? When you left?”

“No.” How his voice shook! “No, I – I thought that at first, but…in truth…it’s been coming on…for simply ages.” The shop grew misty, and Aziraphale closed his eyes again. “A little worse every time I – I felt my superiors’ disappointment. Every time I failed at a task. Every…every time I visited Heaven and realized…I didn’t belong.” He tried to rub his eyes again and found they were wet. “No…no this isn’t anything but…my own…inadequacy.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true! I’m not…not strong they way you are.” His hand reached out, grasping, and found Crowley’s, wrapping gently around his fingers. It surged through him again, warmth, strength, solidity. Everything Aziraphale lacked. “I can feel it in you. It’s beautiful. And I want – want to drink it in, fill myself, but I’m bottomless, I just take, and take, and it’s not enough. It will never be enough!” He pulled his hand away, ready to flee from the sofa, to hide from his shame. Ready for his only friend to pull away in disgust at his selfishness, his greed.

Instead, Crowley lowered himself, stretching his long body across Aziraphale, head tucked under his chin, hands resting on his arms. “Is this better?”

It swept through him again and again, with every beat of Crowley’s heart. Not just heat. Something that Aziraphale had been lacking, craving, for more centuries than the Earth had existed.

Love.

A sob escaped him, pitiful, even as he drank it all in, greedily, more than he ever deserved, possessive arms twisting around Crowley as if to pull him into Aziraphale’s chest.

“S’alright,” Crowley murmured, and his hand pressed against the curve of Aziraphale’s cheek, brilliant as starlight. “How’s this? Any different?”

“Yes, it’s…” There was no hope he’d ever be able to control his voice again. “It’s stronger when…ah…when we touch…directly.”

“Got it.”

And just like that, the weight on his chest vanished, leaving him empty and cold again.

Of course.

Aziraphale sat up, trying to wipe his eyes dry, humiliated by the loss of composure. “If you want to leave,” he managed, blinking them clear, “I won’t…”

Crowley stood before him, jacket and tie discarded, fingers flicking down the buttons of his black shirt.

“What on Earth are you doing?”

“You said touching directly, right? Skin to skin?”

“You…you can’t be serious.” A different sort of heat began to race into his cheeks.

“Nrg.” Crowley shrugged, rolling the shirt off his shoulders as he did. “If it helps you…”

“No, my dear – you don’t understand. I want more than – than you could ever give me. I’d – I’d drain you entirely if I could.”

“I’d like to see you try.” He pulled off the last layer, a blac vest, then bent forward, resting a hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Besides. Everything I have is yours. Our side, remember?”

Aziraphale bowed his head, fists clenched in his lap. “You…can’t mean that…”

“Angel.” He felt the warm press of Crowley’s forehead against his own. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

Slowly, slowly, Aziraphale tugged at his bowtie, trying to remember how to loosen it.

--

Moonlight filtered in through the bookshop windows.

Crowley lay on the floor, Aziraphale curled up against his bare chest, arms around his shoulders, one leg hooked over his knees – clinging to him like a lifeline even in sleep. Some of the strain was finally starting to leak out of his furrowed brow, though he was still a long way from looking like himself.

The fingers of one hand ran through Aziraphale’s curls, carefully, rhythmically. Crowley had never seen the angel sleep before, but as soon as he’d started carefully scratching at his scalp, those blue eyes had begun to drift shut. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but if there was even a chance that this was helping him rest, Crowley would be damned, blessed, and cast into the void before he’d even consider stopping.

Everywhere they touched – which was just about everywhere – Crowley could feel something, an energy buzzing off Aziraphale’s skin. He’d felt it before, many times, but never this distinctly; it curled into him, whether he wanted it or not, flowing through his veins, keeping his heart beating.

“Y’know,” he whispered, slightly worried that the motion of the air would be enough to waken the angel. “You really shouldn’t have worried. Steal my strength? Ridiculous.”

Aziraphale shifted, just a little, pulling himself closer.

“I don’t have a blessed ounce of strength of my own. Or warmth. Solidity? Give me a break.”

A cloud must have moved out of the way; the moonlight suddenly grew brighter, and the pale angel seemed almost to glow in the silver light. Ethereal beauty.

“No. Whatever I’ve got, whatever’s kept me going, for thousands of years – it all comes from you.”

His angel shivered, just faintly, and Crowley quickly miracled up a thick blanket, wrapping it around both of them. Aziraphale sighed, fingers kneading and relaxing across Crowley’s skin.

“So you see, s’not a problem if you need it all. It’s already yours. Everything I have. Everything I am. Yours.”

--

Crowley was wrong for two reasons.

First, the warmth they felt hadn’t begun in Aziraphale, any more than it had in Crowley. It was a different kind of force, generated by their proximity to each other, and flowing constantly from one to the other, an eternal cycle. The strength belonged to both of them, and neither of them.

Second, of course, it would never run out. After all, love is increased – never diminished – by being shared.

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyooo! Cool to see your requests are open! Think you could do something with ler Asahi and lee Hinata. These two do not get enough interaction lol. Maybe Asahi can be in a rare playful mood and targets Hinata because he's been complimenting him so much as of late and making him all flustered and wants to return the favor? No pressure! Just have fun with your requests!^^

Gahh, this is so late! My apologies friend! I love this idea so much! :3 So- fair warning; this got a tad angsty towards the end! Nothing heavy, just some light angst followed by all the fluff! I hope you like it!

“Wow, Asahi! You did amazing!” Hinata cheered, eyes dancing with joy as he ran up to Karasuno’s ace. “The way you spiked that ball- it was so freaking cool!”

The older player blushed at the onslaught of praise, a nervous smile pulling at his lips as he waved him off. “No no! Me? That was just luck, possibly a fluke.”

“A fluke nothing!” Hinata cut in, jumping about with glee. “You were incredible!”

This wasn’t the first time Hinata had ambushed Asahi, kind words on the tip of his tongue as he shared them with the team ace. In fact, this odd pattern had been going on for a solid three days now. While Asahi appreciated the generous feedback, it was starting to feel a tad overwhelming.

“Thank you-say, what’s gotten you so complimentary lately?” He asked, deciding to go for a direct approach.

“What? Can’t a guy appreciate his teammate’s plays?” Hinata asked, smiling brightly. Still, there was something in his eyes that was telling Asahi to investigate further. “You're our ace, afterall!”

Asahi felt himself go all jelly inside, the urge to just ignore his curiosity and let Hinata carry on his feedback was strong. Still, he pushed it down and raised an eyebrow at the first year. “I appreciate it, but really. What’s going on? Occasional feedback is one thing, but this is becoming a pattern.”

That seemed to pull the smaller man back down to reality, his expression grew sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck, a soft blush crossing his cheeks and ears. “Ahehe, sorry. I guess I have been laying it on a bit thick lately.” He shook out his shoulders and nodded. “I can’t help it though! You’re just so-” He stopped himself, laughing. “I’m doing it again.”

Asahi smiled kindly, holding up his hands. “It’s all right! Please- don’t worry; I’m not upset by it. I’m just curious.”

Hinata seemed to hesitate on his answer, eyes briefly clouding over. Then he was smiling again. “It’s like I said, I can’t help but admire you! That’s all.”

Asahi blinked. He was sure that was truthful- but it didn’t feel like a complete answer. Alright then. Time for drastic measures. “Hinata…”

Hinata had no time to consider what that tone meant before he was grabbed, Asahi gathering him up in his arms and tickling like his life depended on it. Almost immediately Hinata let out a squeal, squirming and flailing in Asahi’s clutches as ten playful fingers tapped a melody of chaos into his ribs and sides. “Ah! Ahahahhahahahahsahahahahhai! Cuhuhuhuuhut ihiihihihiht ohohohohohoohohut! Gahahhahahhahahaha!”

“Not until you tell me what's going on!” Asahi replied firmly, a hint of smile touching his voice as Hinata cackled. He moved one hand to the smaller boy’s stomach, gently clawing at the sensitive skin there while his other hand wriggled into his armpit. “You’re hiding something! I can tell! Don’t you know it’s unkind to lie to your elders?”

“Buuhuhuhuuhuuhuhut Iihiihiihiihihihm nohohohohohohot lihihihihihihiihihyinhg!” Hinata squeaked, his giggles increasing by tenfold when Asahi decided to give his neck a friendly tazor, making him scrunch up and cackle. “Coohohohoohohohme ohohohohohohn!”

“Just admit you’re hiding something and I’ll stop!” Asahi offered, grinning before he lowered his chin, brushing along Hinata’s ears and neck with his growing beard. The smaller boy squealed, his squirms increasing at the new fluttery tickles. It wasn’t long before he finally cracked.

“Oohohohohohkay! Ohoohohoohokay! I’hiihihihhill talk! Now stahahhahahahp!” Hinata begged, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut. Asahi immediately retracted himself, watching as Hinata doubled over, holding his belly as he gasped for breath between residue giggles. “Hehe…hehehe…yohohoure meahahne!” He groaned, though there was no malice in voice. Asahi snorted, waiting patiently as Hinata collected himself. Finally the other spoke.

“I wasn’t lying about admiring you. I really do…” Hinata tugged at his hands, his eyes anywhere but Asahi’s. “I…overheard you. The other day.”

Asahi blinked. What-oh.

Oh…

“I don’t know Daichi. I think I’m losing my touch.” Asahi groaned beside his friend. Pratice had gone completely wrong for the team Ace. He missed every spike and pass that came his way, and his head was just not in the game. Coach Ukai was less than impressed. “I…I don’t think I’m fit to be on the team.”

“What? Come on, Asahi- everyone has bad days!” Daichi tried to reassure him, but Asahi already felt the sting of failure one too many times. “This was our first big practice in a while- of course you’re gonna be rusty. That doesn’t mean you’re never gonna bounce back.” Seeing his words were falling flat, Daichi squeezed his shoulder, making eye contact with him. “Please don’t make any big decisions right now. Take some time to mull it over. When your head is clear, then you can decide. I’m telling you though- you’re doing great.”

Asahi had done just that. Sure enough, after he shook off his temporary stump, he felt fine. He hadn’t realized Hinata was there.

“Hey…I’m not quitting, you know that right?” He said, feeling his chest tighten when Hinata didn’t look up. “I was having a bad day-like we all do. You know how those get when things just don’t go your way?” Everything fell into place then. “You were being so complimentary because of that, huh?”

“Well- yeah! I don’t want you to feel bad! I just…I don’t like seeing my friends beat themselves up.” Hinata nodded, finally looking up at Asahi. “I figured if I reminded you of just how great you are, you’d feel better. I guess it was kinda pointless in the end.”

“Not at all!” Asahi was quick to reassure him. “I appreciated it. I’m sorry I worried you- I really am staying. And I appreciate the feedback.” He nodded. “Just don’t bombard me with compliments all the time- I can’t let myself get a big head now, I’ll never improve that way!” Hinata laughed, easing Asahi’s worries completely. “Okay, that’s fair. Thanks Asahi.” The smaller boy walked up and gave him a brief side hug, eyes happy once more. “I appreciate you too.”

The rest of practice went much smoother after that.

I hope this was good!