#had to share it as a lil valentines gift from me to you

[jv-f1]

Happy Vowles-entine’s Day JV Nation! 💙

[ambrozjas]

the gang on valentine’s day ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader

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eeee !! i love valentine’s day!! this took me all day and was written w/ much love (and rewritten because i accidentally posted it on my alt), so i hope you guys enjoy it 💕

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

lmk if i missed anything !! i think it’s pretty okay so far

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❥ DARRY is such a softie on valentines omg

❥ i cant stop imagining you waking up to darry making you breakfast that he got up extra early for you just to make so you two could eat alone

❥ because darry’s so busy with his job, you’ll probably have to wait til after valentine’s day for more gifts?

❥ don’t get me wrong, he’ll make you breakfast, wake you up with soft kisses to your head and a soft “g’morning baby” but that’s all you’ll really get on valentine’s day

❥ he might not be all lovey dovey in front of the boys, but when you both slip into the kitchen he’ll mutter small ‘i love you’s while hugging you from behind

❥ if somebody walks in, he WILL get embarrassed and bark at them to get out while a blush dusts his cheeks

❥ you guys’ll probably head out for a cruise in his car or go to the drive-in while ponyboy and soda stay with the others

“hey.” a distant voice called out for you, a few whispers of your name and a couple of ‘hey’s before you finally broke through that thick barrier of sleep.

you peeked one eye open at darry, watching a soft smile appear on his face at your state.

“you awake?” he asked, turning his head so that he could level his face with yours. you lay on your side as you tilted your head up to meet darry’s eyes.

you made a small ‘mhm’ sound as you blinked the remaining sleep out of your eyes and took ahold of darry’s hand, calloused and rough. the warmth of it made you shiver though.

the warmth didn’t last long though, as darry’s face split into a grin and got up, jogging out of the bedroom. you heard a few clanks of the ceramic plates you had stacked in your guys’ kitchen, before you heard your boyfriend’s retreating footsteps.

your lips curled into a soft smile as you saw him walk back into the room with a small plate, the aroma of bacon and pancakes practically dancing across the room and making its way towards you. you propped yourself on one elbow as darry placed the small white plate on the nightstand next to you and once he had leaned down, you had pulled him by the collar to meet his lips in a chaste kiss.

“i’ll see you when i get off work, darlin’. maybe we can do somethin’ tomorrow.” he mumbled against your lips. you felt his lips curve upwards again as he placed another kiss against yours, smiling when you two shared another.

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❥ SODAPOP, this cheesy mofo

❥ meets you once you get off school or work, crumpled flowers in his hand that he may or may not have stolen from his neighbor’s garden, with a boyish grin on his face like he’s soo pleased with himself

❥ will definitely take you out after he’s done with work

❥ maybe’d he’d do smth the day before??? idk

❥ you guys’d probably go watch a drag race or the drive-in, maybe go to the dingo afterwards

❥ would tease and make steve feel single, even if he had a valentine

❥ writes you cheesy lil love notes in chicken scratch and sticks them on your stuff

soda beamed as he saw your car pull up to the dx and watched you get out of the car, throwing his rag on the counter and jogging to open the door.

“hey steve! you can lock up, right buddy?” he asked, tilting his head up to project his voice further.

when steve had come out of the back room, he rolled his eyes at the sight of you and soda. you had your arm linked around his, head leaning on his chest as you both looked at steve with pleading eyes.

“yeah, whatever.” steve grumbled, cleaning his oily hands with the rag that sodapop threw.

“thanks!” soda said, voice fading as he was already heading out the door with you by his side.

“that lovesick fool’s lucky ‘m such a good friend.” steve growled under his breath, annoyed as he watched you give soda a few kisses before hopping into the car outside.

“where we goin’, soda?” you asked, a wide grin still evident on your face as you looked at him.

“where d’ya wanna go?” he asked, a charming smile glued on his lips as he looked at you. gosh, you were pretty.

you shrugged. “wherever the night takes us.”

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❥ PONYBOY is so CUTEEE !!

❥ whatever you do, dont imagine the rosy blush that falls on his cheeks when you catch him gazing at you

❥ and ESPECIALLY dont imagine you and pony meeting up after ponys been slipping cute awkward love letters into your locke so you see him with a sheepish smile when you give him an all knowing look

❥ AND DEFINITELY dont imagine ponyboy curtis sitting with you in class, thighs touching and ankles almost locking with each other because you guys are sitting do close, giggling and bright smiles

❥ okay i’ll stop now

❥ BUT JUST??? DO YOU SEE THE VISION??

❥ he’s the type who writes these poetic ass letters with his rushed half-cursive half-print handwriting and then gets all bashful when you bring it up

you heard something fall on your desk. you looked up from your test paper, pencil held between your teeth as your eyes fell on the small yellow folded sticky note.

you looked at the teacher who was at her desk, checking her nails and unbothered, and grabbed the note, unfolded it to unveil a myriad of hearts surrounding a message in neat handwriting.

“i believe in you.” the words read, you smiled to yourself and threw a small glance at ponyboy behind you, who was averting your eyes shyly.

you mouthed a silent, ‘thanks pony’ and turned back to your paper, tapping the pencil on the desk softly as you thought up another answer, circling a letter.

you bit your lip as your eyes crinkled and a smile took over your face, thinking back to ponyboy’s note.

yeah, you thought, thanks pony.

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❥ oh, JOHNNY

❥ he is so WHIPPED

❥ hes just a lil dude, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he holds out some orchids which he also probably stole from his neighbors

❥ n when you give him a kiss on the cheek it’s literally like he short circuits 😭😭

❥ probably has some chocolates that dallas stole him at the store

❥ hes so cute omg 😭

you looked out of the diner window, swiping a fry into the ketchup on your plate and bringing to your mouth in the process.

the sun blinded you a bit as you looked off into the horizon, into the multitude of cars in the parking lot and houses across the way. but to johnny, you looked absolutely ethereal.

the way the sun gave your face a golden hue made you look like a deity come into earth, he had half a mind to start worshipping you right now in the middle of the diner booth.

“y’wanna get outta here?” you asked, turning your head to face johnny. “we could go to th’a lot ‘n watch the sunset?”

blinking, johnny had snapped out of it. he stammered as his mind tried its hardest to concoct a response.

but seeing you smile as you saw him in this state, he sighed and started over.

“yeah,” johnny said, “let’s go.”

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❥ DALLAS is very stubborn, but is also very passionate when he loves somebody

❥ his way of love is like beating somebody’s ass for talking about you and letting you clean his wounds afterwards

❥ he rarely says he loves you, but thinks it’s easier to show it with his actions than his words

❥ probably shows up at your doorstep, no warning, and spontaneously takes you out for a date

❥ it dont matter if you have homework, work, angry parents

❥ this man WILL take you out

“thought y’said you didn’t care about valentine’s.”

“i don’t.” dally said, breath evident as he sighs when he looks upon you. his hands stuffed in his pockets as he shuffled his feet.

“look c’mon, just come with me, will ya?” he asks, waving his hand around as he talked.

the corner of your lips turned upwards as you chuckled at dallas’ state. here he was, standing in front of your door on a cold night in tulsa, when just hours before he was brushing you off and saying valentine’s day was cheesy. if anybody had seen him now, they’d never believe you.

“sure, dallas. let’s go.” you took his hand and stepped out, clutching your sweater as your face hit the cold breeze. you never understood how dallas could wear leather jackets in this weather. maybe he was just too cool for everything, maybe that’s how he blended in with the weather.

he let go of your hand, which made you pout a bit, before he instead wrapped his arm around your shoulders and had a grip on the collar of your sweater.

“you’ll stretch it out, dal.”

“oh, you’ll live.”

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❥ STEVE is so cute 😭😭

❥ he tries his hardest guys i swear

❥ he’s a little dumb when it comes to this stuff

❥ steve probably steals one of pony’s valentines grams or whatever, scribbles his name out, and gives it to you

❥ you guys might go see soda or go to a drag race or maybe a car show

❥ maybe he’ll even teach you bout some car stuff, whether you understand it or not 😭

“baby, look! y’see that firebird right ov’there?” he asked, pointing and ushering your body to turn towards the car. steve was practically a kid in a toy store when it came to cars. he knew them like the back of his hand.

“mhm, it’s nice, stevie.” you said, humoring your boyfriend. your feet were practically aching at this point by how long you guys were walking for.

“‘n you see that one over there, too?” glory, how much i’d kill for a car like’at.” you loved steve, but sometimes it frustrated you how oblivious he was to certain things.

as he ranted about, you leaned your head on his shoulder, clutching his arm. you tried to listen to him, really, you tried. but all you could focus on was your throbbing feet, your heels burning with every step you took as you were sure you had blisters already.

how was steve able to be walking for this long?

you tugged on the bottom of his denim vest a little bit, making him shut up and turn his head towards you. “huh?” he asked.

“my feet are gettin’ tired, hun.” you whined with pleading eyes. he stopped for a little bit, contemplating on what to do, before letting go of you. you gave him a puzzled look before he crouched down in front of you, looking over his shoulder. “hop on.” was all steve said.

you laughed a bit, not thinking he was serious.

“you said your feet was hurtin’, didn’t ya?” he asked.

“fine, fine.” you gave him one last chuckle before hopping onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck.

steve was wrapped around your finger, and you both knew that, as you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek as a thanks.

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❥ dunno why but all i can imagine for TWO-BIT is a drive-in date

❥ you two, sharing a coke, as you both watch a movie as you’re sat in his car

❥ two’s one of those cheesy mofos who while watching the sunset or a nice movie, he’d say it’s beautiful while looking at you

❥ he’s literally my babygirl what are you on about

❥ my underrated king 🙏🙏

“hey!” he shouted for you as he found you, scanning the entire drive-in for him.

he held out a small deformed heart shaped chocolate box, probably from being accidentally sat on, with a cheesy grin on his face.

“awh, you didn’t have to.” you beamed, gently handling the box as he handed it to you.

“swiped it just for ya.” two-bit said, rocking on the balls of his feet as he awaited a kiss, pursing his lips in the process.

you giggled and placed a quick kiss on his dramatic lips, watching how he chased yours after you pulled away.

“settle down, lover boy. let’s actually watch the movie first.” you said, causing your boyfriend to frown exaggeratedly.

“c’mon baby, let’s go get a coke.” you pulled him by the collar of his leather jacket, material rough under your fingertips as you dragged him along.

and boy, did you never hear the end of it. the whole time you were in line, all you heard from two was, “please darlin’?”, “one more?”, “just on the cheek?”. a string of pleas fell from his lips so many times you had lost count.

once you two had gotten your coke and snacks for the movie, you returned to two’s car as he followed you around, dragging his feet like a sad puppy dog.

“i’ll tell you what, you sit through,” you looked up in thought as you tried to find a good estimate, “twenty minutes, and then maybe you’ll get kisses.”

“twenty minutes? that’s like.. a whole year from now!” two-bit exclaimed.

after seeing your face though, he shut up. he really wanted those kisses, even if that meant sitting through a movie while he was all antsy. so all he did, was cross his arms and pout.

it wasn’t long before he got his wish, though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yo so who wanna be my valentine?? 💘

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[gemini-sensei]

Jaime Reyes Valentine's Day hdcns !! I miss Jaime sm and would love to read any hdcns you have for him 🫶🏻

Jaime Reyes Valentine's Headcanons

This isn't very long but fluffy and cute and maybe a lil steamy. Thank you for requesting this because we need more Jaime Reyes 💖 also, I used "you" instead of "Reader" this time.

💖 This man is so romantic, or at least he tries to be. He goes all out but doesn't have to spend a ton of money to do it either. He gets you flowers, chocolates, and something you've been needing recently - whatever that may be ;)

💖 He spends the whole day getting everything together so he can come home and cook a nice Valentine's dinner for you. He makes such a mess of the kitchen and Khaji Da tries to help him stay organized. Honestly, Khaji is the only reason he didn't burn the house down. That's not to say Jaime can't cook, just that he had a lot going on at that moment.

💖 When you get home and he is setting the table, you can't help but smile. He pauses to come to you, get your bag from you, and help you relax. He kisses your cheek and tells you that dinner is almost ready.

💖 He brings you everything; your flowers and other little gifts. Thank him with a kiss and he'll be happy. He doesn't need any gifts; he's more of a gift giver than a receiver anyway.

💖 Dinner is so nice. He cooked a family recipe that he's enjoyed for years and wanted to share with you. It's delicious and he follows it up with your favorite dessert.

💖 After dessert, he likes to just sit and relax with you. Could mean just cuddling up and watching a movie, or something a little spicer. Or a combo of both; a movie that turns into forgetting about the movie and taking things to the bedroom.

💖 Once things reach the bedroom though, he's only focused on you. Everything is about you. Your pleasure, your comfort, your everything. He gives himself to you and basically says "I'll do whatever you want me to." For hours. Until y'all can't keep going anymore. He's perfect.

[realkavehgf]

♡ I must confess...

a/n: I said I was gonna take a break but since I impulsively made this self-indulgent fic, I might as well share my cringe to the world!! AHAHA I finished and proofread at 3am so you might see a few errors here and there. This is a late Valentine's fic! I was supposed to finish this on the day itself but school...

!!! I am not a writer, I mainly draw artworks, so this isn't as good as the others out there, but enjoy the product of my lil brain!

content: 1.3+k words, reader pov focused, reader confesses, reader is an absolute simp for kaveh(cough), a part that implies that reader draws, giving kaveh cookies, kaveh is a pretty popular guy, fluff, just fluff. not sure if it's ooc but it's not that bad if it is! friends to lovers, kavehxgn!reader, modern HS au! Self-indulgent, but it's pretty much general so dw!

Fic under the cut! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

After school, holding a small box of cookies and a Valentine's card behind your back, you prepped yourself. Today was the day. Today, you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him— that you really, really liked him.

Waiting outside in the courtyard, standing near the bench that you two would usually sit and hang out on, you waited to see that pretty boy blond that made your heart skip a beat for every little thing he did with you... Probably excluding the nagging he would do every so often when he was worried about you.

After a while, he called out to you, "I'm here! Sorry for the wait!" momentarily rendering you frozen in place. His bright voice ringing out, slightly out of breath.

Kaveh sat beside you with a smile, arms full of chocolatey sweets. "There were some people who gave me a few things on the way here... And I couldn't really refuse them, you know." He tittered awkwardly.

It was to be expected for someone like him to receive confessions, treats, and whatnot during this special day — he was kind, considerate... and, you could say that he was well liked by those who knew him.

He placed the chocolates and letters on the bench carefully, and... You were going to add to the amount of treats he was going to have to finish. Hesitance took root, you gulped. Palms starting to get sweaty as your heart pounded in your chest, and all of that... Just because he was there.

"Kaveh..." You muttered, before clearing your throat, hands firmly behind your back as you faced him, "I have something to tell you."

He blinked, caught off guard. "Oh? Um, what is it...?" obvious that he was drawing conclusions in his mind — his cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second. As always, being an open book whenever he was with you.

Though, from that reaction of his... Could it be?

"You probably already know what I was going to tell you..." you grumbled under your breath, turning your head to look at something else, your face burning from embarrassment.

"No, no..." He spoke up, voice softening, "Tell me."

This guy is going to cause you a heart attack one of these days, damn it! Speaking oh-so gently... You could only imagine his expression as he watched you squirm about, eyes glued on the nearby trash bins trying to calm down.

"Alright, I..." You started, "I-" you stuttered, "I...!" oh, you just couldn't!

You heard him come a little bit closer, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Look at me." He spoke firmly, yet tenderly.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding a visage that reflected your own — a blushing mess. "That- that's better..." He whispered, giving you a bashful little smile.

You let out a soft whimper as you two locked eyes... Oh that ruby gaze you could just get lost in— no, no, damn it. Damn it all! Why is he like this?!

"Okay, okay..." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, showing him the gifts you had prepared. "I... like you." Voice growing weaker with each word that you let out.

And there it was — the feelings you held in for months on end, out of the bag.

A few moments of silence ensued, the beating of your heart growing louder, almost deafening in your ears—

Until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you tight. Not even taking the gifts first, huh....

He giggled, sighing of relief, refusing to show you his face. "I hope you're sure about that..." He muttered, letting his warmth envelop you, hiding his face from you. Your legs trembling from the sensation.

"Uh- mhm, I'm sure." You reassured him, unable to return the fluffy embrace as, well, you were holding the box of cookies and card in both your hands.

He pulled back slightly, glancing at the things you made him, "Oh, right! Sorry, let me take these real quick." he said, taking the sweets and the card from your grasps.

Checking the card's contents, he chuckled, "'For you'... and, is this supposed to be me?" He asked, showing you the card that you made for him — and yes, that was him in all his doodled glory. It wasn't as good as his own silly scribbles, but that unwavering smile of his indicated that he didn't care, and he absolutely loved it.

He placed your gifts on the bench, separated from the rest that he received earlier. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. His hand on his face as he looked at you.

Silence... Before he'd walk back towards you, wrapping you with his arms once more. "Thank you... I... really like you too." He admitted awkwardly, hushed. "So, I'm... very happy." He continued, hearing his voice tremble ever so slightly.

You returned his hug with your own, squeezing him back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering about rapidly — you couldn't help but to lean on him.

"I'm happy too..." You whispered back, basking in his affection, catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with the scent of the sunny day that went by... It tickled your nose in a good way.

...

"... You better not be crying," you quipped, as he didn't speak after a few seconds.

He scoffed, "Er- hmph, no I'm not." his voice coming out nasally, oh.

Wait, was he actually crying?!

You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, tears of joy, you hoped, trickling down his cheeks.

"Hey, don't look at me—!" He managed to say with a chuckle, before getting cut off by you cupping his cheeks, and wiping his tears with your thumbs, causing him to look at you, wide-eyed.

"No, no, I'm gonna stare, and stare real hard." You teased, giving him a bright smile. His cheeks heating up even more from your words. "You're so dramatic sometimes—" You continued to joke, but now was his turn to catch you off guard.

He took one of your hands, and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering a little too long. Smiling charmingly afterwards despite him tearing up just a second ago.

You stared at him, flabbergasted, oh you definitely kept your word... He bested you yet again...! You grumbled, the thumping in your chest growing louder in your ears, but you couldn't look away from him.

This... is so unfair!!

"You were saying?" He let out a light laugh, "So cute..." he remarked, causing shivers to run up your spine.

"Damn it..." You pouted, pulling your hands away, and taking a few steps back. "That was so uncalled for..." you grumbled.

He merely laughed, "You've done worse, you know! I'm sorry!" before leading you to take a seat on the bench, next to the pile of sweets.

"Alright... Why don't we eat yours first?" He offered, taking the box you gave to him in his hand, looking at you for your approval.

Recovering from what just happened, you cleared your throat, "Sure, sure... I don't mind." flashing him a smile.

He nodded, opening the tin box of cookies, he beamed, "These look delicious..." he muttered, his eyes twinkling at the confections sitting on his lap.

He reached out his hand to you, offering you the first bite. Making your heart skip a beat — it wasn't the first time he offered you food, but when it's this setting...

"No, you eat it first!" You waved your hands dismissively, but stubborn as he was, he continued to offer it to you. Not taking no as an answer.

But to be fair, if you continued to resist, it'd turn into a back and forth of insisting the other should eat the biscuit first... So you accepted it, and took a bite.

"Mm." Unsurprisingly, it was good. You picked it out yourself, after all!

Seeing your reaction, Kaveh picked up a cookie as well, taking a bite. Hearing a delighted hum leave his lips, you let out a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you were holding.

You continued to look at him as he savored your gift with a smile.

Everything has calmed down, and both of you were aware about each other's feelings now. But whatever that would come next would be for tomorrow, because right now, both of you would savor this memorable moment — the taste of the sweetness of cookies, each other's company...

... And the brokenhearted admirers of Kaveh watching from afar.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Part 19

Illumi x Reader x ??????

part 18

part 20

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @merinfawleygoestohogwarts

warning: illumi is kinda toxic,,, he genuinely thinks he’s doing what he’s doing in (Name)’s best interest but he’s being a lil hypocritical 🤞

Canary walked through the doorway into the kitchen, (Name) looking up from her place at the oven to wave.

“Oh, you’re Canary right? You’re just in time, this test batch should be finished!”

Canary watched as (Name) pulled on a pair of oven mitts, then opened the oven.

She placed a batch of cookies on the counter to cook, smiling at Canary sweetly. “Do you like chocolate chip cookies?”

The young girl nodded slowly, standing at a three foot distance awkwardly. “Yes, they’re my favorite actually.”

(Name) gasped, happily lifting a cookie off the sheet with a spatula and placing it on a plate. “It’s still hot, but I like to eat them when they’re fresh out of the oven!”

Canary nodded, inspecting the baked good. It seemed like a normal cookie, having pink and brown chocolate chips dotting the surface. “It has white chocolate in it too!”

The butler took a bite, her eyes widening. “It’s good. Miss (Name), this is the best cookie I’ve ever eaten!”

She wasn’t lying, the cookie was soft and melted in your mouth, being sweet but not too sweet. (Name) giggled and took a bite of her own, nodding at the flavor.

“Mmm, it could use a tiny bit more butter, but this batch turned out alright! These can be eaten by whoever would like them. It’s just a test batch, but I hope the butlers enjoy them.” (Name) gave her a knowing look, placing the tray of cookies to the side to begin mixing another batch.

Canary paused. Had she used them being a test batch as an excuse to gift the butlers a Valentine’s Day treat? She’d seen her doing various kind acts during her stay, but she’d underestimated the girls kindness.

“That’s nice of you, Miss (Name). I will inform Gotoh of your gift.”

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Several butlers flooded the kitchen, all wanting a taste of (Name)’s cookies. She’d made a large batch of over 100 cookies, feeding a majority of the butlers.

Gotoh politely took a cookie, complimenting (Name) on the taste. “You are an exemplary cook.”

The butlers slowly drifted away until it was only (Name) and Canary again. The tray of cookies was empty, which made (Name) sigh in contentment. “Im glad you all enjoyed them. I know being a butler here is rough, so I thought sharing some treats might make your days a little sweeter.”

(Name) wiped her hands on her apron, Canary washing the tray off so she could make the next batch.

“You’re making so many cookies, and on your list there’s a cake and chocolates planned too. Who all are you baking for?”

“Oh, only seven people, but the cake is for the Zoldyck family. I really appreciate the thoughtfulness they’ve had for me!”

‘More like the thoughtfulness Illumi and Kalluto have had for you. The other Zoldycks only care about your usefulness to them.’ Canary thought. She almost pitied the unaware girl, knowing that she could be tossed away at any moment.

Illumi certainly cared for her in some way, but Canary doubted he would go against his parents wishes if they no longer wanted (Name) around.

“Oh, I need to start on the chocolates!”

Three hours had passed, (Name) leaning over the kitchen table in exhaustion. She’d been baking her heart out, the counters full of sweets. Canary patted her back, smiling patiently.

“You should probably take a break, Miss (Name). You’ve finished most of your list, why don’t you go eat lunch?”

(Name) complied, but before she left she turned to speak with Canary. “Please make sure no one tampers with the sweets. They’re gifts for my friends.”

Canary nodded, reassuring her that nothing would happen to the treats.

(Name) made her way to the dining room, opening the door to see Kalluto and Milluki sitting at the table. She didn’t see Milluki often, so she smiled and waved.

“Hello, how are you doing today?”

He huffed in response, crossing his arms. Milluki didn’t talk with her often, seemingly disliking her. (Name) sighed and took her seat next to Kalluto.

“Is he always like that?” (Name) asked in a whisper. Kalluto shrugged.

“Mostly, but you’re a girl so he might just have trouble speaking with you.”

“Oh!”

The three ate in mostly silence, (Name) breaking it to invite Kalluto to come bake with her.

“I can after lunch. My schedule is free until 3 pm, when we have our first sparring match.”

(Name) groaned. “Ugh, I forgot that was today. You’ll go easy on me, won’t you?”

“Don’t bet on it.”

The two laughed together, Milluki watching as he finished his lunch.

Usually, Milluki would have already poisoned or insulted (Name) as a joke/prank, but Illumi had approached him the night of her arrival.

flashback

“Milluki.”

The older teen jumped at the sound of his older brothers voice behind him. He hadn’t heard him come through the door, having been typing away loudly at his computer.

“What is it, Illumi? I’m busy.”

Illumi leaned against the wall, watching his brother with a glint of malice in his eye. “You know the girl I just introduced you all to at dinner?”

The younger brother scoffed. “Yeah, your little girlfriend. What has that stupid girl got to do with me?”

Illumi pushed himself on the wall, approaching his brother. “She isn’t my girlfriend, and I suggest you watch your mouth.”

He placed a hand on Milluki’s shoulder, leaning down to meet his eyes.

“If you so much as think of poisoning her food or hurting her…”

Illumi sharpened a single nail, holding it to Milluki’s neck.

“You’ll answer to me.”

He stared at his brother for a moment, watching him break out in a sweat. When he was satisfied, Illumi left the room, turning back to smile.

“Be good, Milluki.”

flashback end

Milluki shivered at the memory, glancing at (Name)’s smiling face for a moment. Why was his brother so hellbent on protecting that useless girl? She wasn’t that strong, and no one knew for sure if her nen ability would be useful to their family. What else could he possibly want from her?

It couldn’t possibly be her appearance. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t what Milluki pictured Illumi preferring. His older brother was incredibly handsome, and although she did look pretty when dressed up, most of the time she looked painfully average to Milluki.

He sighed, standing up and walking out. Milluki’s curiosity was starting to get the better of him. Would he give in to his whims and bully her just a little to see his brother’s reaction? Maybe, if he was feeling brave.

For now, Milluki was content watching her over the surveillance system.

——————

Kalluto joined (Name) in the kitchen, Canary shocked to see him.

“M-Master Kalluto! I thought you were busy today.”

The boy shot her a look, the girl quieting instantly.

It was true, Kalluto had lied about having a free schedule. He was supposed to be training until the spar match with (Name), but for once he blew it off.

He couldn’t understand why, but he preferred being punished later if it meant spending more time with (Name). Every new experience with her was fun, and he wanted to watch her bake more than he cared to admit.

“Kalluto, roll up your sleeves. I’ll grab you an apron.”

The boy complied, watching (Name) disappear behind a corner and return with a plain white apron. She helped Kalluto put it on, tying the string around his waist.

“Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s fine.”

He couldn’t help but sigh contentedly at the scent of her creations. He’d never been in the kitchen when food was cooking, marveling at the smell.

“Kalluto, have you ever cracked an egg before?”

(Name) held two eggs. Her question didn’t sound infantilizing or rude at all, only asked with him in mind. He shook his head, a little embarrassed.

“Here, watch me.”

She cracked the egg, letting it’s contents drop into the mixing bowl. He nodded, holding out one of his hands. (Name) placed the second egg in his hands, watching as he cracked it more elegantly than (Name) thought possible.

“Wow, you’re a quick learner! Okay, you’re on cracking eggs and mixing duty! It’s an important job, so take it seriously.”

She squeezed his cheek affectionately, moving on to pour flour into the bowl.

This continued for a while, the two baking up a storm. 45 minutes until 3 pm, the pair stopped.

“It’s time to get ready for our match, (Name). Go get a quick shower and change.”

———————

(Name) walked into the training center, holding herself nervously. She had been training for this day, but nothing could prepare her for the anxiety of it all.

The three elder Zoldycks, Kikyo, Zeno, and Silva all stood around the sparring ring, waiting for her. She jogged over, greeting each of them.

“(Name), you’re just on time. We arrived a moment ago.” Kikyo informed her, taking a seat. The two followed suit.

“Kalluto has high hopes for you. It’s a shame Illumi couldn’t make it.” Silva remarked, watching as (Name) stretched.

Little did (Name) know, they hadn’t informed illumi of this little sparring match. He had forbid anyone from sparring with her until she was at full health, but the elder Zoldycks were itching for a sneak peek at her potential.

Kikyo was the most excited. She didn’t quite like (Name)’s appearance, but Illumi was obviously smitten with her. At the end of the day she would be happy with any woman, if it meant Illumi choosing a wife to have children with.

Kalluto appeared, stepping into the ring. He was wearing a different Kimono than usual, this one being white with a spider lily pattern.

“Once you step into the ring, our match will begin. Take your time preparing yourself.”

(Name) nodded, continuing her stretches.

“There are only two rules for this match. No nen, and keep injuries to a minimum. The second rule applies mostly to Kalluto, however.” Zeno said.

(Name) laughed. “Yeah, I figured.”

“The first to be knocked out of the ring loses.”

“I’m fine with that.” (Name) replied, standing. She had stretched as much as she could, stepping into the ring with a sigh.

The two shook hands, then jumped back.

Kalluto was the first to make a move, rushing forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. He used his strength to push her, (name) skidding across the floor.

Before she could slide out of the ring, (name) used her weight to swing herself further into the ring, quickly getting onto her feet.

She blocked a kick from Kalluto, pushing him back. This earned her an “oh!” from Kikyo.

The two sparred for a bit, (Name) covered in sweat. She was holding her own ok, but it was clear that she was outmatched by the younger boy.

“You’ve done well, (Name), but I think it’s time you gave up.”

The girl only stuck her tongue out at the boy, who gasped.

“No way, I still got some fight left in me!”

She rushed him, grabbing him by the waist. Kalluto was quick to grab her waist as well, stopping her in her tracks.

“If you want to be stubborn, I’ll end it for you.”

He pulled, but to his shock her couldn’t move her. Her grasp had gotten stronger, and she was slowly pushing him out of the ring.

Panicking, he grabbed her arm and wrenched it from his side with her full strength, causing her to yelp out in pain. “Sorry, (Name) put you leave me no choice.”

He lifted her by the arm and tossed her out of the ring. (Name) groaned as she slowly lifted herself onto her feet, rubbing her arm.

“My, (Name), you lasted much longer than I thought, and Kalluto had to use his full strength to win there!” Kikyo called, cooing at the girl.

“He wasn’t using his full strength the whole time??”

“Heavens no, if he did he would have broken the second rule. No offense, but our family is blessed with extraordinary strength. If he fought you at full force, you would have died.”

“He shouldn’t have fought her at all.”

The group froze, turning to see Illumi standing by the work out equipment, his usually calm face enraged.

“I thought I said to wait for her to fully heal before attempting anything serious.” He growled, approaching his family with a menacing aura. Kikyo stepped in front of him, holding out her hands in surrender.

“Oh, Illumi darling, she’s completely fine! Kalluto made sure not to injure her!”

“Oh really? Why is her arm nearly fractured then?”

Illumi beelined towards (Name), taking her arm tenderly in his hand. It was already turning into an ugly red, causing the assassin to squeeze it in anger.

“I-Illumi you’re hurting me!”

Illumi paused, looking down to see his fingers causing indents in her flesh. He pulled his hand away quickly, sighing. “I apologize. It’s hard to control my strength when I’m angry.”

He cut his eyes to his family, picking up (Name) bridal style.

“Any future sparring matches have to be approved by me. Please do not anger me any further.”

He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Kalluto silently played with the sleeve of his kimono, not able to meet his family’s eyes.

“Oh my, he is so protective of her! How cute!” Kikyo cooed, placing a hand on her cheek. “Kalluto, you will not be punished for this, but keep in mind that (Name) is to not be harmed unless you want to face Illumi himself.”

Kalluto felt awful for hurting (Name), guilt bubbling in his stomach. “Yes, mother.”

———————

Illumi sat (Name) down on her bed, opening up his cellphone to call a doctor. (Name) watched him with a frown, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Be here within the next 10 minutes. Goodbye.”

Illumi sighed, sitting down next to her. She glanced at him, obviously upset.

“You didn’t have to do all that, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Fine? (Name), your arm was neatly fractured. If Kalluto had put any more pressure, it could have been broken completely.”

“But he didn’t, and I’m okay! I don’t see what the problem is!”

Illumi let out a frustrated groan, causing (Name) to look at him. “You can’t keep doing this. I have to learn how to fight if I’m going to be a good hunter. Without training, I’ll die.”

“… you don’t have to do jobs, you know.”

(Name) stared at the man, her anger ebbing away into confusion. “What?”

“You could…” he stopped. He wanted to say she could just let him take care of her, be his wife. She wouldn’t have to lift a finger, only needing to bear him a child.

“I could what, Illumi?”

He stood, walking over to open the door. “Nothing.”

In walked a doctor, who evaluated (Name). Her arm was fine, but there would be another nasty bruise to add to her collection. She winced at the thought of her friends seeing her in such a state, knowing that two of them were capable of murder.

“She’ll need to take some pain medicine and an anti-inflammatory, besides that she will be okay.” The doctor informed Illumi, who nodded along at the explanation. He left soon after (Name) took her medication.

“I didn’t know you’d be back so soon, Illumi.” (Name) said, pushing herself off of the bed. She padded over towards the door, Illumi walking with her.

“I finished the job quickly.”

He followed her down the stairs, watching her every move to see if she was in pain. As a person educated in torture, he could pick up on the little signs of agony a person showed when they were in pain, but she was showing none of them.

“Where are you going?”

“To Kalluto’s room. He’s probably feeling awful right now.”

“He should, he knows to use restraint against you.”

(Name) turned on his heels, poking a finger into Illumi’s chest. “Illumi, stop it. You can’t say anything about Kalluto causing me pain when you nearly killed me during the last phase of the exam. And before you say it was because you wanted our match to end, Kalluto only hurt me because he was trying to end the sparring session. I was being stubborn!!”

She let out a huff and turned back around, marching to Kalluto’s room. Illumi watched her go, in a stunned silence.

He still felt tremendous guilt over the harm he caused her during the exam, and to be confronted about it by the woman herself was honestly dazing.

Illumi looked down at his hands, gripping them into fists.

He’d also hurt her in anger earlier, he could see the shape of his hand on her skin. Was he using Kalluto as a scapegoat for his own actions? Did he just want to be angry at him because he was angry at himself for being the one to hurt her so badly in the first place?

He didn’t want to deal with these feelings right now after a job. It was too much to take in, too much to process all at once.

Illumi shook his head and stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

——————

“Kalluto? It’s (Name).”

She’d knocked on the door to his bedroom a few times, calling out to him softly. The boy had yet to answer.

“I can sense you’re in there. I won’t leave until you answer me, I can wait all night.”

The sound of shuffling feet could be heard from behind the door, the door slowly creaking open to reveal Kalluto.

He looked a bit upset, his brow furrowed and eyes the lightest tint of red. Had he been crying?

“What?” He asked, his voice breaking ever so slightly. (Name) reached out and patted his head, sighing softly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Kalluto. I’m alright. Illumi is just-“

“No, he’s not wrong.”

Kalluto cut her off, his eyes serious.

“(Name), we Zoldycks outclass you in several ways, the biggest being in strength. I know that, big brother knows that. I should’ve known better than to use my full strength against you, and I’m sorry.”

(Name) bit her lip. “I… I accept your apology, but I don’t think you did anything wrong. My arm isn’t that hurt-“

“But it could have been! If I had squeezed any tighter it would have broken! (Name), I don’t think you understand how badly I could have hurt you.”

He walked off, coming back carrying a metal bar. It was thick, and (Name) wondered how he was even holding it.

“Step back.”

She stepped back several feet, and with one hand he crushed the bar. (Name) gasped, watching as he dropped it, shattering the wood floor.

“If I can crush this with one hand, shattering your bones or even ripping off your arm is child’s play. You can’t just be okay that you weren’t that hurt this time. We are dangerous. I’m… dangerous.”

Kalluto’s eyes began to fill with tears, (Name) instantly pulling him into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Kalluto. I’ll take it all more seriously. Promise.”

They stayed like that for a moment, her running her fingers through his hair to soothe him. “Big brother just wants you to be safe. I know it can be smothering, but I… think he really cares about you. He’s never been this worried for another person before, and I think it’s affecting him.”

(Name) stopped, pulling away. “… I see. It’s just strange he cares that much, considering I’ve only known the real him for a week. I can’t… understand.”

She had a lot to think about. (Name) didn’t know why he felt so strongly for her. She definitely cared for him, a lot even, but it was the same amount of care she gave to all of her friends. From what she heard, Illumi only acted this way with her…

“Does he have any friends?”

“Besides you… I don’t think so. Illumi has always been solitary. He’s only ever cared about getting jobs done and satisfying our parents.” Kalluto replied, also looking confused and a bit concerned.

She nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go talk with him. I want to understand his way of thinking better.”

—————

(Name) approached Illumi’s room quietly, knocking and receiving no answer. This time, she could sense he wasn’t there, unlike with Kalluto.

She pulled out her phone, clicking on his name and hitting call.

It rang for 30 seconds before she hung up and called again. Same thing, no answer.

(Name) was beginning to get worried, he was usually decent with answering her. The girl ran back downstairs, looking around the manor for him.

It was sunny outside, birds singing and butlers strolling around tending to the garden, but there was no sign of Illumi.

“Illumi? Hello?” She called, her anxiety rising by the minute. Before she could call again, Canary approached her from the shadows.

“Miss (Name), Illumi just left for another job. He’ll be back within a few days.”

(Name) stopped, biting her lip. “But he just got back…”

‘And he usually tells me when he’s leaving…’ she thought to herself, sitting down on nearby bench. Canary could sense her unease, standing beside her.

“It was on short notice, he had to leave immediately. He said to inform you he’ll call you when he’s almost home.”

This calmed (Name) just a bit, but something still didn’t feel right. Canary wasn’t looking her in the eye.

She decided to leave it be for now, letting out a sigh before standing up. “Alright. I guess I’ll just continue working on the gifts, should take my mind off of everything.”

——————

Illumi looked down at his ringing phone, guilt and anger eating away at him. He wanted to answer her, more than anything, but he just couldn’t. If he did, he’d hurt her feelings.

“My, meeting with me like this on such short notice is unheard of from you.”

Illumi looked up at Hisoka, who sat relaxed in his seat in the limousine. The dark haired assassin sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “Is it about that girl again?”

Illumi nodded, ignoring his phone ringing for the second time. “She doesn’t seem to understand how fragile her body is, especially compared to us trained assassins. At first her attitude was cute, maybe even endearing, but now that she’s gone and gotten herself hurt…”

He gripped his arm so tightly the flesh started to turn red. It would be bruised later, but he didn’t care. His mind was racing with the possibilities of her getting hurt, it was driving him mad.

“And what are you going to do about it, Lulu?”

The assassin ignored that comment, clearing his throat.

“I’m going to need your help to… show her exactly how weak she really is.”

“Oh? How exactly will we go about doing that?”

The man folded his arms across his chest, his eyes staring out the window in thought.

“I have a plan.”

———————

(Name) and Canary sat on the floor of her room, sorting through various different colored fabrics. “What are you planning to make with this, Miss (Name)?”

She began slowly cutting out the fabric into a few shapes.

“I’m making teddy bears and hearts! Each teddy bear will be holding a heart with a different scent in it, like lavender or lemon for example!”

Canary nodded, watching as (Name) began sewing together two pieces of fabric, filling it with stuffing. “See?”

In a matter of ten minutes, she had finished a black bear and heart. She joined the two together, stuffing a strawberry scented piece of cloth into the heart.

“There we go, this one is for an old friend of mine! I can’t wait for him to see it!”

She set the bear aside, starting on the next one. Canary watched her with increasing interest, her eyes following every movement. “You’re very skilled, how many of these have you made?”

(Name)’s fingers stopped, her face falling. Canary noticed immediately, trying her best to change the subject. “Oh, um… you don’t have to talk about it if you d-“

“No, it’s fine.”

(Name) set her needle down, brushing some stray stuffing off of her lap. “When I was a young girl, I had a lot of trouble making friends.”

Canary watched as she stood, carrying the black strawberry scented bear to her bed. “My teachers kept telling me to try bringing something to class, like cupcakes or some other treat. My parents said I shouldn’t, since friendships shouldn’t be built off of material goods.”

She caressed the bears head, her eyes staring at something far away. “I decided to make a teddy bear for each person in my class, a total of 15 people. I learned some of the things they liked, including their favorite colors and scents through social media. I tried asking them, but they weren’t very…” she paused, as if holding back some information. “…nice.”

Canary frowned. (Name) was incredibly kind, always looking out for other people. She’d been working an entire day just for some Valentine’s Day gifts she could have bought premade. Who would be mean to such a sweet girl?

“When I brought the teddy bears to class, I thought everyone would be happy. I had spent weeks preparing them, making sure each one was unique. But…”

She set the bear on her pillow, sighing. “They called me creepy, and instead of ignoring me, they started bullying me. It continued into high school, and got so bad I ended up dropping out. It wasn’t always about the teddy bears, of course, I wasn’t skinny enough or pretty enough to them. Children are cruel, when they see someone different from them their first reaction is to break them until they conform.”

She pushed some hair out of her face, standing from her seat and walking towards one of the windows.

“High school was so long ago, but if I’m being honest the memories still affect me. I’m a bit afraid that my friends won’t like their gifts and think I’m creepy too.”

She sat next to Canary, picking up some fabric again. Canary grabbed her hand, tears prickling at the edges of her eyes.

“Miss (Name), your friends are incredibly lucky to have you. The people you knew couldn’t comprehend your heart, and they didn’t deserve you. Don’t ever let their hatred consume you.”

(Name) blinked, her face softening. She sighed, giving Canary’s hand a lift squeeze. “Thank you Canary. I will try my best to keep that in mind.”

She let go of her hand, continuing her work in silence. Canary noticed that there was an extra bundle of fabric, remembering that (Name) had said she only planned on making gifts for seven people.

“Miss (Name), why is there an extra bundle of fabric?”

(Name) turned, seeing the bundle of green fabric and giggling. “Oh, I had a friend when I was 13 that I was separated from. Every year, I make him a bear. I don’t remember much about him, but I know he liked the color green. I make a bear with a darker shade of green and store it. Since I’m not home, I’ll have to mail it when I finish up. One day, I want to give him all the bears to show him I’ve never forgotten him.”

The way (Name) looked as she spoke told Canary everything she needed to know. (Name) obviously had an intense love for the boy, and part of her feared for his safety if Illumi found out about him.

A few hours pass by, and (Name) had finished the bears. Her fingers had a few pricks on them from the needle, Canary scolding her for not wearing thimbles.

“Sorry, they should be fine. It’s dinner time, so I think I’m done for today. All the bears are ready, so when I’m finished eating I’ll prepare the ones that need to be shipped.”

Canary walked her to the dining hall, (Name) chatting with her on the way. Once they reached the dining room, Canary took her leave.

“Kalluto!” (Name) called, walking over with a wave. Kalluto waved back, the smallest of smiles on his face.

“After dinner I need to give you something, ‘Kay?” She said, taking her seat next to him. Kalluto tilted his head, but nodded nonetheless.

“… alright.”

Kalluto followed (Name) to the kitchen after dinner, watching her hide something in her arms.

“Okay, close your eyes.”

He complied, although closing his eyes in front of another person caused him a bit of anxiety.

“Open!”

When he did, he saw a small pink bear with a heart in her hands and two bags. They were transparent, one filled with chocolates and the other with the cookies they made together.

“These are for you! I know Valentine’s Day is in two days, but I know you leave for a job tomorrow so I wanted to give you these now! Thanks for being my friend.”

Kalluto stared at the objects, in disbelief. We’re these really for him? What had he done to deserve such sweet gifts?

“(Name)…”

He took them tenderly, holding the bear to his chest. “Oh, it smells like flowers!” He excitedly sniffed the bear, a smile on his face.

(Name) smiled, laughing. “I’m glad you like it! I’m headed to bed, see you later!”

Kalluto stopped her, holding onto her sleeve with his small hand. “Isn’t there anything you want? Can’t I return the favor in some way?”

(Name) shook her head, gently brushing his hand away. “No, I don’t want anything in return. Enjoy your treats!”

With that, she left. Something about the way she looked when he offered to return the favor caused him to pause. Did she not like receiving gifts or something?

“Strange…”

(Name) collapsed onto her bed after packing all the bears and baked goods. Some were in boxes to be shipped and had been taken by the butlers to be sent out, and others were wrapped in cloth.

She was exhausted, her eyes drifting closed before she could even change into her pajamas.

‘I hope… they’ll like them…’

—————

“So when are we going to enact this little plan of yours, Illumi?”

Hisoka seemed unusually excited for this, a cruel smirk on his face. Illumi looked down at his phone, seeing Canary had informed him of (Name)’s activities for the day.

When he heard that she made both the current and past him a teddy bear, he almost canceled his plan. Even Illumi knew that it was cruel and would hurt her, but a part of him wanted it to. If she couldn’t listen to his words, he’d have to convince her using force.

“We’ll wait until the 15th, at night. I’ve already told all of the butlers to make sure they leave (Name) to her own devices after dinner.”

He folded his hands in his lap, frowning. This was his last resort, and he truly hadn’t wanted it to come to this.

“Mmm. Do I have permission to hurt her?”

Illumi’s eyes cut to Hisoka, the pink haired man enjoying every second of this.

“… no permanent injuries. Just rough her up enough to scare her.”

He grabbed the magicians arm, bloodlust enveloping the two.

“I am allowing you to do this because she needs to learn a lesson, but if you do anything worse than break an arm…”

He squeezed, causing Hisoka to smirk darkly.

“I’ll kill you.”

The magician rolled his eyes. Hisoka retreated to his thoughts, smiling sinisterly.

‘Silly Illumi. He underestimates that girl and her intelligence. She may fall for his little trick for now, but she’ll find out eventually. And when she does…’

He licked his lips.

‘He’ll learn how much a broken heart can hurt.’

[just-jordie-things]

valentine’s day with Megumi?? he’s js to precious omfg 😭 -🌿

Y E S i feel like he would accidentally be so good at it ??

first thing in the morning, you wake up to a 'good morning sweetheart, happy valentine's day <3' which may seem small but it means a lot <3

and when he comes by your room to walk to training together he presents you with a mixed bouquet with your favorite flowers. (prolly one of those ones with a lil teddy or ur fav sanrio plushie too) he's definitely blushing when he gives them to you but you throw your arms around him and kiss him before running off to put them in a vase by your window, so his shyness melts quickly.

tells you all day that he's got the day planned once your done with your studies and training- and no matter how much you press him he won't leak a thing. but he is excited that you're excited :)

at lunchtime he gives you a small box of chocolates, each truffle hand selected by him from your favorite candy shop. despite his protests you make him share them with you. yuuji and nobara are loudly swooning- which is a little embarrassing, but not out of character so neither of you can be surprised.

once the school day is over, megumi tells you to put on your favorite outfit, that it doesn't have to be fancy or casual, just whatever you like. once you're ready, he's there to hold your hand and walk with you off campus. you try to press him for where he's taking you, but he's a steel trap.

once in town, he stops in his tracks before the restaurant he was taking you to. your eyes blow wide at the familiar title above the door.

"uh, 'gumi, you told me not to dress fancy," you worry, "this place is... really nice"

"i know," he beams, placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you in. "come on"

he leads you in, and gives the hostess his name. her face splits with a beam, and happily leads you both through the restaurant. admittedly, you feel very out of place seeing all the couples seated together, wearing much nicer garments than you'd chosen for your date.

but then the hostess opens a door at the back of the restaurant, displaying a set of stairs. you give megumi a look, but he just gestures for you to lead the way. he thanks the hostess when she lets him know their waiter would be up soon.

the staircase is dimly lit but you reach the door to the roof soon enough, and when you step out onto it, your heart melts and your jaw drops.

there's a single table, topped with a pretty lace tablecloth, a bouquet of roses, and a candle. you had the whole roof to yourselves, on a perfect night, with the perfect person.

there's undeniably tears in your eyes as you turn to megumi, your hands clasped as you take in the romantic surprise.

"you like it?" he asks hopefully.

you nod, because you don't think you could say anything without your voice cracking. megumi chuckles, squeezing your hand as he drops a kiss to the crown of your head.

"good," he hums. "I made gojo do us a favor"

when you sit, he pulls your chair out for you. when he sits, he tells you how beautiful you look. the waiter treats you to a bottle of champagne with your orders, and you don't think you could have a more perfect evening.

megumi really had his work cut out for him, because when he finally presents you with your gift. he has to stop himself from smiling too much because he knows he's outdone himself.

when he first shows you the small velvet box you want to scold him for spending too much but he brushes it off and prompts you to open it.

it's a dainty little necklace with a heart, split in half with two stones. your birthstone, and his.

you don't think your own heart could take much more of this romance. you were going to pass out.

he helps you put it on, compliments you a million more times, and you'll never take it off <3 __

happy belated valentine's day everyone <3

[sevikasangel]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙- what would it be like to be asked to be their valentine?

including: vi, caitlyn, jinx, sevika.

— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: fluff, f!reader, legal age gap, lowercase intended.

— 𝐚/𝐧: gotta love sweetheart aesthetic!

𝐯𝐢 ♡

you were a very close friend of vi's. you'd stuck around when she needed somebody the most. you were the only person she knew she could rely on ever since vander passed. no matter how many fights you had, how life treated you both, how many opposites against your friendship there seemed to be in the way. vi's feelings turned into something deeper a while ago. she realised she loved you after she had an awful day at work, and the only person she needed to see was you.

despite a recent fight you had over vi letting her stress get the best of her, she bought you your favorite fast food and a heart pin for your bag, you loved those accessories, she noted. you were surprised to see her sitting at your doorstep with some paperbags after you came back from work.

"cupcake, you're finally here...happy to see me? i...got you those fries and sandwich you like...with a cupcake! just like you... listen, i know i was bad to you and i said mean things. you can punch me in the face! go on! what you mean no? ok...then, forget the punching. (y/n)...(y/n). i don't know how to be lovey dovey and stuff but i am trying here. i like you. i really do. can i come in? we can eat this...and maybe i talk you into being my valentine."

𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 ♡

caitlyn slipped a lock of her long hair behind her ear as she anxiously tapped her foot against the wooden tiles of the hallway of your building. the enforcer sucked in a breath, glancing between the bouquet of white and red roses she'd ordered at the local flower shop. you both met at a local piltover festival while caitlyn was on duty. she helped you retrieve your stolen wallet and she'd been awestruck with you ever since. she knew you worked at a local cafe and she would always order her morning breakfast with you, sharing small conversations that meant a lot to her.

Caitlyn gathered enough courage to knock gently on your door. There is no turning back now, she thought to herself, as the monotonous sound of your footsteps began getting closer and closer until the knob turned, followed by the low creak of the door. And then your face emerged, your full body following. She couldn't help but smile. You were the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen.

"hello, (y/n). good afternoon! how are you? i am quite fine, too. better now, actually, after seeing you. oh, this bouquet? no, no, no, it isn't for me. i ordered it for you. i remember you told me you are fond of roses. they did remind me of you. so...would you like to go to the movies with me? amazing! and lastly...be my valentine, please."

𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱 ♡

jinx spent the whole morning and afternoon preparing a surprise for you. she was your best friend, but the blue haired girl wanted to be so much more than that. she'd loved you for such a long time, but never felt courageous enough to ask you out. the voices would convince her that you would never feel the same for such a loser like her. but this time, after two years, she wouldn't waste another valentine away from the girl she loved.

she broke into your house while you were visiting your family and went straight into your bedroom to give you her gift and proposal: with her colour sprays and inventions, she painted your walls and drew on them with little doodles of hearts, adorable animals, you both in a beautiful garden...she also spread handmade gifts all over your room. your bed was covered in red dye with hearts and a monkey robot on top of it held a banner: "(y/n), i love you! be my valentine!"

"toots, ya finally came home! ya like your surprise!? don't look so dumbfounded, it's amazin'! it took me hoooours to finish. look at that lil spinning ballerina i made for ya! and the bed, so soft! aaaand...will you be my valentine!? i love ya, toots! i want you to be my girl and we will kaboom boom blah togetha'! wait...ya love me back! aaaaah, i told y'all, she is mine! now come lay on ya nice bed and we will cuddle, valentine!"

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡

you were one of the girls who worked at babette's. though not as a stripper or a prostitute, you were a waitress, trying to make some money in order to survive in zaun. if you were lucky enough, you'd get some tips here and there from drunks who were hopeful to get under your pants. however, sevika was different. you felt no malice coming from her. silco's right hand woman was different from the men who could only see you as a piece of meat. she actually treated you with respect. the bare minimum, yes. but in zaun, the minimum was a lot.

sevika was fond of you. you were a woman who she felt something she couldn't quite get a grasp on towards. it was a weird sensation on her chest, seeing you. her heart would pump faster and she'd feel thrilled whenever you demonstrated to be impressed by a story she told. it wasn't that she didn't feel physically attracted to you. she did. oh, how she did...though it was more than that. and that persistent, unknown feeling annoyed her.

you were dead concerned when sevika showed up bruised and bloodied from a street fight with vi. she definitely didn't expect to have you on your stupid cupid costume at valentine's day to be patching her up and gently cleaning her wounds, inside a small spare room of the bar. the sounds of the muffled loud music and you humming to yourself were swirling around her head as she glanced at you, releasing a strained breath.

"listen, (y/n). i don't know how to do this shit and i think it's stupid, but be my valentine. that cupid costume would give me second hand embarrassment had it been in anyone else, but you look like an actual angel in that. what you laughing at? that isn't corny! i wanna take you on a date, but i am fucked up right now, doll. tomorrow i will pick you up at your place by seven o'clock, be ready. gonna take you somewhere nice, not this dump of drunks. you're special to me, really...i mean it. thanks for being here. you can always count on me too, sweetheart."

[beargrisly]

GRIMMULQUI FIC RECS

Reawakened by TYBW, a long-time GrimmUlqui shipper stumbles out of its crypt in search of sustenance. The morsels it uncovers are too delicious not to share…

(The descriptions below are my own silly thoughts and don’t represent the authors in any way. In addition to the ratings, please also mind the authors' notes, tags and warnings!)

Apples by goldensprite (T)

Jaded, no-fucks-left-to-give Grimmjow finds born again Ulquiorra in the Soul Society. He’s lost his memories… but has gained the power of uwu. I was sooo thrilled to have stumbled upon this lovely fic.

Attrition by tragakes (lejf) (E)

GrimmUlqui fan or not, this fic deserves much love for the gorgeous writing and the brilliant take on Ulquiorra's psyche.

Conquest / Bequest by showmaster64x (E)

THE GRIMMULQUI SERIES OF ALL TIME.

Dead in Love by CrunchySalad (E)

This fic serves one trippy scene after another til it all comes together in a glorious oh shit moment. I LOVE the worldbuilding and the ingenuity of this piece.

Eye Can See You by chibi_zoe (E)

Ulquiorra finds creative uses for the gifts his momma Lord Aizen gave him. *Grimmjow voice* Damn Ulqui! Who’s a nasty thotty lil hollow?

Human Souls by caraminez (E)

An absolutely beautiful fic about love and loss. It hurted me bad but was so worth the ugly crying. If only I could re-live the magic of reading this for the first time...

After The Aftermath by Methoxyethane (T)

Aizenomics goes to shit and the Espada need new jobs. Grimmjow takes on the world's oldest profession while Ulquiorra attempts to Housewife. I was cackling and snorting at every other sentence.

love is just a bloodsport by elektra (M)

This fic is just AMAZING. Ulquiorra survives the battle with Ichigo without turning into pixie dust, but has lost all purpose. The setting is deliciously bleak and Grimmjow's voice is fantastic. 

Love Potion by MissMonie (T)

Behold the GrimmUlqui treasure trove that is MissMonie’s profile, where you'll find everything from demon summons to coffee shops. This one's an adorable Valentine's Day fic in which Grimmjow and Ulquiorra are no match for a meddling love god.

Scream for Me by TextBookDreams (M)

Innocent lives are endangered when two Espadas try to suppress their feelings for each other. It’s funny, it's sexy, and it's GrimmUlqui. Mwah!

Take a Slice by hollowhiyori (T)

Two vampires kickin’ it in 90s Santa Monica. The vibes are on another level, and I thought Grimmjow and Ulquiorra had such a special and magnetic chemistry in this one.

The Beautiful Game by SunAndMoonFanfictions (M)

One for the footie fans (and any GrimmUlqui fan really). This is a very well-researched and immersive fic with many heartfelt moments. One particular scene of Grimmjow and Ulquiorra out shopping in a later chapter makes me giggle so hard. 

This Time Around by Goldberry (NC-17)

Grimmjow and Ulquiorra learn first hand what it means to be human. This fic is… so precious to me. It will rip you up with the feels then tenderly make you whole again. *cradles to chest*

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If anyone has fics to share, or just wants to scream about GrimmUlqui, PLEASE DO 🥰

[queenharumiura]

For fun, URL ladysasagawa for the 10 houserules. :3

SEND ME A URL AND I’LL POST 10 HOUSE RULES THEIR MUSE AND MINE WOULD HAVE IF THEY LIVED TOGETHER ||Accepting|| @sovereigntism @ladysasagawa

I see Kyoko and Haru working together in the way that if one person does the cooking the other does the dishes. I feel like it is a weekly thing that they switch off on. It's an easier way to keep up a schedule than making responsibilities change day by day.

I'm sure there is a rule in relation to tidiness and making sure that thier things don't get misplaced somewhere random, so some items are color coded, so they know at a glance that something is Haru's and something else is Kyoko's.

Always let the other know if guests will be over soon, that way the other person isn't taken by surprise.

Every month for appreciation day, one person gets to choose which shop to purchase from. They switch off every month.

Somehow, I get the feeling that either of them may have an issue with picking up injured strays (more commonly Haru is what my gut tells me), so there is a rule that there can only be one foster at a time, else they'll get overrun with animals.

Haru's costume making supplies are to be kept in her room. This way nothing can get lost, no one can accidentally get hurt by any tools, her projects won't take over living spaces, etc.

(Unspoken rule) regardless of how busy life gets, once a week they clear time from their schedule to just hang out together. Probably cook a meal together and such.

(Unspoken rule) sharing is caring and sweets taste better with company, therefore, if you have treats, you gotta share. It's an unspoken rule because if either Kyoko or Haru bought some treats, they always end up buying some for the other's share. It's just a thing they do to show they were thinking of their friend. 8)

[Tradition] They enjoy working on valentine's day choco together for all of their friends, but it's less fun if they already know what to expect, right? Years ago, they both coincidentally had the same idea to work on gifts for eachother on their own. Surprise surprise! Great minds think alike. So, if you don't want your surprise ruined, stay out of the kitchen if there is a sign on the kitchen.

I like to think they still have their lil sessions of talking to eachother about crushes and the like, so then it comes down to, 'don't worry! I will test anyone who tries to go after your heart. If they can't convince me, they're not fit for you.' Just a lil buddy system of making sure they aren't getting scammed or something. Truly, all they even look for is, "are you a decent human being? Will you treat my friend well? Will you respect her?" If the answer to any of those are no, the guy isn't ever getting close to their friend. Haru is kept very busy with her school idol friend. Very popular.

[sk3tchysakuraa]

I was talking about this on Instagram but I need a Andigi Valentines episode/ b-plot

Like Andre could ask Gigi out with some gifts ofc and she would hopefully say yes. He had a plan but threw it out due to him thinking Gigi would hate it, after getting advice from the Gang he decides to mix their ideas instead of doing his own. But the thing is the gang gave him stuff they would probably like to do,, not stuff Gigi would really like and he knows that but is conflicted with ideas. They end up having their date and at the end Gigi says she didn’t really enjoy it as much,, Andre gets a lil upset and they have a small chat. Gigi tells him he should have listened to himself, “you do know me better then they do… I’ve opened up to you so much-“ They share a lil smooch and decide to do Andre’s og idea after all and least to say she enjoyed that one a lot more dhdh

[sunsburns]

kiss of life (i.)

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!daughter reader

summary: in a universe where soulmates are interlinked by shared pain (senses) and emotions, luke castellan refuses to have anything to do with his soulmate because of what it did to his mother, but he can't ignore fate.

—or: luke castellan and the soulmate he never wanted.

word count: 4.03k

part two!!

warnings: suppperrr angsty, luke castellan pov, long reading time, descriptive injuries, blood, pre-tlt, luke is a dick, annabeth carries her 5 seconds of screen time, there's no happy thoughts in this whatsoever, slight reader pov during capture the flag, i lowkey messed up but whatever!!

a/n: i wanted to make a cute lil fic for valentines day but uh... that didn't happen. this will definitely be a two (maybe 3) part fic so pls bear with me guys. this is based on this request! (sorry i babe this probably isn't what you expected). i'm working on a tag list! lmk if you wanna be added! make sure your tags are on

Luke Castellan had always known of soulmates, a covenant bestowed by the goddess Aphrodite after Zeus' condemnation. In this tapestry of fate, each person had a counterpart, a soulmate crossing the expanse of the world in search of their other half. Aphrodite offered the assurance as an unspoken promise that no soul would tread the journey of life alone.

It was undeniably a blessing, an ethereal gift from the divine. 

However, within the enchanting threads of destiny lay the knots of a curse, a double-edged sword cutting through the hearts of those entangled in its mystic web.

If caught in a love affair with the gods themselves, to have a soulmate is to be cursed. 

It is a curse.

To be bound by an unseen force to another being carried the weight of uncertainty. The love meant to be shared might be misplaced, bestowed upon one undeserving of such devotion. The anticipation of finding one's missing half, the yearning for completion, came with the haunting possibility of realizing your soulmate is a terrible person (or a god).

Luke Castellan, haunted by the thought of his own mother's despair, struggled with the contradictory idea of soulmates.

He had witnessed the agony of misplaced trust, the shattered promises of an everlasting bond that crumbled into abandonment. The bitter taste of reality lingered in his memories, and he found solace in mistrust. The once-a-believer had been wounded by the fickleness of fate, and the shards of shattered hopes had left him jaded.

For Luke, the concept of soulmates had become a distant echo, a melody drowned in the clamour of broken vows. The elaborate dance of destiny, with its promises of eternal love, had left him disillusioned and wary.

The mere thought sends shivers down his spine. There was a time when the uncertainty of meeting his soulmate fueled his excitement, the prospect of finding the one who could empathize with his scars and decipher the intricate labyrinth of his thoughts. But it all crumbled under the weight of bitter revelations. It was all from a time before he understood the depths of his father's betrayal of his once hopeful mother. 

May Castellan, who, like her son, had yearned for the embrace of a soulmate, had fallen victim to the callous actions of the gods, of Hermes. The invisible bond that tethered her to a true soulmate, forever elusive, disintegrated into ash as Hermes, with deceitful promises, claimed her love, gave her a child, and then abandoned her. 

Hermes, in the eyes of Luke, was never deserving of the love May once held for him. The curse woven by him and Aphrodite condemned not only May but every parent of Half-Bloods, forcing them to lose their soulmates the moment they fell for a god unbeknownst to them. A life of loneliness, unless deemed worthy of a second chance.

The wicked curse that hangs like a shadow. Luke harbours a desire to curse each deity responsible, yearning to reverse the relentless march of time and rescue his mother from the clutches of an ill-fated love. His gut turns to spare himself from the knowledge that his soulmate is burdened with every ache in his bones, every cut against his skin, every burn etched into his soul, and all the hatred festering within his heart. 

A bound linkage to someone unseen, someone he wishes never to encounter, so he can evade the piercing gaze that would reflect the damage he unwittingly wrought upon their shared destiny. The very thought of this entwined fate, tinged with regret and resentment, casts a dark pall over Luke's existence.

He had never desired to cross paths with you, and he dreaded the thought of it, actually. And now, in the cruel twist of fate, he is intimately acquainted with every nuance of your existence. The touch of your hands lingers on his skin, your smile etches itself into his mind, and he has meticulously memorized every curl and detail of your hair. 

Luke hates himself because of it. 

Even before he met you, he sensed the gentleness that resonated within your heart during the quiet hours of the night. In the shadows of darkness, he felt the healing energy from you, mending his wounds with an invisible touch. The cuts on Luke's skin were yours as much as they were his. The unspoken link between your souls allowed him to witness the subtle acts of kindness, and Luke grapples with the conflict between the soft purity he perceives in your heart and the darkness he knows resides within his own.

Luke reluctantly admits that meeting you has broken down the barriers he built against the concept of soulmates. He sought refuge in the hectic pace of camp life, immersing himself in caring for the needs of others and teaching classes nonstop. The hope was to drown out the impending meeting, to avoid the inevitable collision with the person he believes is destined for a lifetime of torment, told to love a fractured soul like his own.

He battles against the current of fate, fearing that he, like his father, will ruin someone deserving of far more than what he is willing to give. Luke Castellan, with his decaying and rotten heart, grapples with the impossibility of being loved the way a soulmate should be. 

Luke used to avoid the infirmary as if it were a contagious plague. He observed other campers entering with the innocent thoughts of treating their injuries, only for some (most) to depart, hands entwined with another camper bearing matching scars. 

At Camp Half-Blood, discovering your soulmate was a rare alignment of stars and celestial threads. However, if one dared to tread the delicate line of hope the best place to look in was the sanctuary where most children of Apollo thrived—the infirmary, a haven where wounds were healed, and the whispers of shared pain lingered in the air.

Knowing himself, Luke carried the confidence that his soulmate must be among the group who spent hours of the day in the infirmary. The persistent pain in his body, a result of late-night training sessions when the cloak of darkness allowed him to unleash a more violent, heartless side with his sword, left an indelible mark on his consciousness. 

If he aches, you ache with him.

And as you used to pass your days with the intent of healing, he embarked on a self-destructive journey. Rest remained elusive, sleep a forgotten companion, all of it was a relentless chase of distraction from you before even meeting you. It was excessive, and he knew it.

The awareness that he shared hurting wounds and silent pain with a soulmate haunted him long before he set foot in camp. But the realization of you being so close scared him, and it came swiftly when the first breath of the air in the camp seemed to carry a lighter touch than anywhere else, his bruises throbbed less, and the sting of cuts transformed into a light buzz, resonating with the rhythmic pound of his heart. He was fourteen years old when he realized his soulmate wasn't as far away as he thought. 

Yet, despite this, Luke avoided any acknowledgment of you. He dismissed the whispers from those who bore similar bloody knuckles or heard rumours of others awakening with jabs on their arms, reminiscent of his own accidental self-inflicted cuts while sharpening his sword. The passage of time at camp became a delicate dance of evasion, each day spent in a fervent hope to remain blissfully unaware of the person who mirrored his wounds and pain.

Driven by guilt and fear, Luke deliberately sidestepped any potential encounters with his soulmate. His days were crafted meticulously to maintain this distance.

And it worked.

At least for a while.

Until the fatal return to camp after a failed quest, a burden placed on him by his father. Hopes and ambitions lay crushed and battered, and Luke's spirit shrunk from the pitiful gazes of other campers and the wallowing anger toward his father grew.

Annabeth ushered him to the infirmary the moment she laid eyes on him. 

And for once, Luke never fought her against it.

There, in the quiet confines of the healing haven, Luke sat in a vulnerable silence. His head hung low as an older Apollo child skillfully stitched up the wound on the side of his face, wrapping it to keep it from infections as it healed. By then, tears had become a rarity for Luke, but that night was an exception. When the son of Apollo left the cabin, he could feel them stream down his cheeks, the ache in his chest returning as he sobbed into his hands. 

At that moment, he felt like a child again, hiding in his bedroom, hiding anywhere he could; under his bed, in his closet, locked in the bathroom. He only ever wanted his mom. He was scared, fear gripped him, in his heart, and he wanted his mom to hold him and reassure him that everything was okay and that the monsters were only from the stories. That they'd never hurt him. But May Castellan was the one who-

"You're Luke, right?"

He was snapped back to the present as he heard the soft voice, a gentle interruption to the echoes of his past. A pair of old shoes appeared at the foot of his bed, their white socks and lace trim capturing his attention. 

Initially, he assumed it might be a random camper stuck on bed rest offering words of encouragement or recognition for his efforts on the quest. Maybe even a pat on the back. However, the soothing tone and genuine concern prompted his clenched fists to uncoil.

Luke looked up with rosy cheeks and glossy eyes, unable to hide the traces of his tears. There you stood, the toe of your right shoe tracing patterns on the floor. 

Despite the weariness, a glimmer of hope shone in your eyes as you tilted your head and softly spoke his name again.

The world seemed to... stop. Luke felt himself sinking into the soft mattress, softer than the one on his bed in Hermes' cabin. Tunnel vision enveloped him, rendering him oblivious to the lingering ache on the side of his face, the lingering humiliation, and even his festering hatred toward his father. For that fleeting second, he was acutely aware of nothing but you and the rhythm of his heart, pounding against his ribcage.

He tried to stop staring, but it was difficult. Your eyes, filled with curiosity, roamed across his face, and his figure, before finally settling on his gaze. Luke felt the pull, a silent exchange. You raised your chin ever so slightly, an uncertain smile etched on your lips as if grappling with the urge to ease his pain without knowing how.

Luke couldn't help but think that you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

"Hi." You say, voice quiet. It felt familiar, and Luke found himself sitting up, his body finally coaxed back to life. A soft wave accompanied your introduction, and you shared your name.

He repeated it, savouring the sound of it. Luke nodded, clearing his throat before finally acknowledging, "Yeah, I'm Luke." As you looked at him, a sense of familiarity lingered in your gaze, prompting him to question, "Have we met before?"

Considering the number of Half-Bloods at camp, he might have seen you in passing and might have heard your name in others' conversations. He wasn't surprised when you shook your head. "No, I don't think so. Not officially at least."

Gratitude flooded him as you refrained from prying into his well-being or questioning the details of his quest. It was as if you inherently knew not to press him. Yet, there was an undeniable shift in your demeanour.

It only took a few more seconds for it to click. 

Alarms started to ring in Luke's head as you tucked strands of hair behind your ears, revealing your full face. A jolt of realization struck him like a punch to the stomach. His gaze fixated not on you but on the healing stitches adorning the right side of your face — eerily similar to the ones he had recently received, wrapped and hidden to ward off infections.

His stare shifted from you to the delicate ridges of your skin, where the cut appeared in far better condition than his own. A pang of bitterness surfaced as he realized you had tended to your injury promptly, unlike him, a failure who had journeyed back to camp shrouded in defeat, covered in grime, sweat, blood, and tears.

Your cut would heal nicely, leaving behind a faint scar visible only under the summer sun's ray in the camp. Meanwhile, Luke knew his own would bear the mark of an ugly scar, a haunting reminder of his losses, of his anger, of how he hated pieces of himself and every piece of the gods. But in between, Luke liked to think of how in the summer months, your matching scars would serve as a silent testament to your contrasting yet interlinked connection as...

Oh.

Oh, no.

You seemed on the verge of saying something, brows creased, a nervous laugh bubbling within you, but Luke avoided meeting your eyes. The unspoken sentiment hung in the air, clear as day, and he didn't need you to say it.

He could almost picture you then, collapsing, your skin tearing as Ladon dug his claws into Luke's face. The echoes of your screams intertwined with his own, and the lingering pain painted a vivid tapestry of shared suffering. It struck him — you never deserved the consequences of his failed quest.

The weight of having Luke as a soulmate felt like an inescapable curse, a burden you never asked for. It was a curse he never wanted to bestow upon anyone, especially you. In the sheer minutes of meeting you, he already felt that you deserved better. 

The day had already unravelled into a series of unfortunate events — a failed quest, pitiful glances, and now, an encounter with a soulmate. While others might interpret this moment of fate as the gods offering forgiveness for his quest's failure, Luke perceived it as a cruel mockery. The gods, it seemed, were determined to make him hate them.

When his eyes finally met yours, he was taken aback by the kindness reflected in them. There was no trace of hatred, despite the bodily harm he had indirectly inflicted upon you. A part of him hoped that, in time, you would come to despise him enough for Aphrodite to redirect the course of your fate, steering you toward a soulmate other than Luke.

But she didn't.

And he refused to talk to you since.

When he woke up the next morning, you were there, sitting by the bed nearby, reading a book quietly. When you saw him awake, already looking your way, you seemed to brighten in a way that he could think the sun looked like until he met you. Before you could say anything, he turned the other way.

You got the hint and let Luke settle with the newfound information placed upon the two of you. You gave him time. Surely, he'd come around eventually. 

But hours turned to days, and days turned to weeks and you were sure he could feel the way your heart sank every time he'd leave the room the moment you entered. He never gave you a chance.

Luke was being an asshole and he knew it. But it was complicated and the root of it all made his head spin. You started to cloud his judgement and change his beliefs, and he'd only spoken three words to you at most. What kind of sick and twisted fate was this?

Before, glimpses of you were brief and fleeting, mere blurs in the edge of Luke's attention. He could have sworn he spotted you in the company of Silena Beauregard and Piper McLean, and that led him to assume that you were, ironically, a daughter of Aphrodite. 

But now, you seemed to be everywhere, appearing in every corner of camp.

You were there by the strawberry fields when he searched for solace. At the lake, you were teaching the youngest campers how to swim, a nurturing figure amidst the laughter and splashes. Even at the Dining Pavilion, he couldn't escape the proximity of you and your friends, sitting so close to his own table.

Luke pretended not to notice the soft smile you sent his way, a silent plea for acknowledgment. Instead, he rose abruptly. Luke retreated to the ritual of burning offerings without uttering a word and left, ignoring the way your eyes followed.

The ache in his chest intensified with each passing moment, and it made him wonder if he could die from the heartache of avoiding his soulmate. Surely, it wouldn't kill him, Luke told himself, his mother was still alive, wasn't she?

Throughout late spring and into the swelting days of summer, you saved time to break through Luke's walls, to get him to talk to you. You couldn't fathom the idea of having a soulmate so near, let alone hate for reasons unknown to you. 

One day, you cornered him admits the chaos of Capture the Flag, the end of your sword at his chest. Up close, he noticed the subtle differences in your demeanour - the determination hidden beneath your helmet, the armour wrapped tightly around you, the clinking of metal as you moved.

Instinctively, Luke reached for his sword. 

But to his surprise, you made no move to attack. You only wanted to talk. 

"There's nothing to say," Luke shrugged, his tone guarded. "Unless you want to surrender your flag."

"That's not what I want to talk about," you countered, your voice firm yet tinged with an edge of annoyance. It was a change from the shy and nervous tone you had shown in the infirmary months ago, or during your previous attempts to confront him.

He shifted uncomfortably, his grip tightening on the handle of his sword. You removed your helmet and placed it by your feet, the vibrant red feathers stark against the lush green grass, and you rose to your full height and met Luke's gaze.

"Luke," You started.

"No," he interjected, defensive as if the mere sound of your voice threatened to unravel him completely.

"I didn't even say anything."

"I know what you're going to say."

You tilted your head in a gesture of inquiry. "I thought you said there was nothing to talk about?"

Your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Luke withdrew his sword, taking a step back to maintain distance between you. With a firm grip on his weapon, he pointed it in your direction, it clashed against the blade of your own, a warning to keep your distance.

Undeterred, you persisted, unwilling to let him slip away without a fight. "You're my soulmate, Luke."

He shook his head dismissively. "You don't know that."

In response, you scoffed, pointing to the thin line that mirrored the scar he hid beneath his helmet. "I don't?" you countered, your tone laced with incredulity.

Your scar had indeed healed beautifully over the summer, unaffected even by the harsh rays of the sun. It adorned your face like a badge of resilience, a mark of strength that Luke couldn't help but envy. To him, it only served as a reminder of his own perceived flaws - a source of insecurity and self-doubt.

"You can't keep ignoring me," you persisted, taking a step closer to him, your determination unwavering. "At least tell me why. I don't blame you for the pain you've caused, Luke. So, stop looking so guilty when you see me."

Luke remained stubborn, his resolve unyielding. Without warning, he lunged at you, his sword poised to strike. 

Startled, you stumbled back, your own sword drawn instinctively in defence. While your prowess with a sword may not have been the greatest, you held your own, maintaining a defensive stance against his relentless onslaught.

"Why are you so against it?" you pressed, your voice tinged with frustration. "Do you not believe in soulmates? What are you so afraid of?"

Luke grunted in response, pulling back when you pushed him away, his expression unreadable as he turned his back to you.

Left standing there, feeling utterly hopeless, you tightened your grip on your sword, its weight heavy in your hand. "Is it me?" you questioned softly, the weight of rejection bearing down on you.

To be rejected by a soulmate was a rare occurrence, one usually shrouded in untold reasons and unspoken pain. Yet, as Luke kicked your sword away and forced you to surrender for the remainder of the game, compelling you to raise a white flag in defeat, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt that perhaps Aphrodite had been mistaken. 

Luke had seen it reflected in your eyes – that deep-seated fear of being unwanted. It was a fear he knew all too well, one that had haunted him every time he caught his own reflection in the mirror. However, you never brought yourself to believe in a mistaken fate, clinging to the hope instilled in you by your mother's unwavering faith.

You signed up for counsellor activities you don't usually take on, hoping for a chance to engage with Luke, but time and again, it was Chris who appeared in his place, offering apologetic smiles and half-assed excuses for Luke's disappearances. As a last resort, you left a note attached to the sheath of his sword.

He had found it hours after sword practice, long after the clang of blades had ceased and the eager shouts of campers had faded into the twilight. The training grounds lay deserted, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun as its golden rays cast long shadows across the empty expanse. He looked for you in his surroundings, but you were nowhere to be found.

In the note, you'd asked him to meet you by the lake the next full moon. You pleaded for an opportunity to talk, no snarky comments, no sarcastic jabs, no running away. You only wanted to understand why he had been avoiding you. You told him you'd wait for him by the dock. 

And you did.

The moon cast its light upon the waters, and you waited patiently, the soft ripples of the lake lapping gently at the shore. The night air was cool and crisp, carrying with it a hint of anticipation that mingled with the rustle of leaves in the nearby trees. You hugged yourself tightly, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that crept beneath your skin.

Hours passed in silence, the passage of time marked only by the soft murmur of the water and the distant call of nocturnal creatures. Yet, despite the solitude that enveloped you, you remained steadfast in your guard, your determination (or perhaps stubbornness) unwavering.

Luke stood by the shadows of the treeline, clutching the note you had left tightly between his fingers. From there, he watched you sitting alone by the docks, a lone silhouette against the moonlit expanse of the lake. He felt a pang of guilt tug at his heart as he watched you shiver in the night breeze, the weight of your unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

For a fleeting moment, he contemplated approaching you, the urge to bridge the growing chasm between you almost overwhelming. Yet, as uncertainty clouded his thoughts, he hesitated, paralyzed by his own insecurities and fears.

In the end, Luke made his choice. With a heavy heart, he tossed the note, watching as it fluttered to the ground. With a sigh, he turned and retreated into the darkness, seeking solace in the shelter of Hermes's cabin, leaving you by the water's edge.

He knew then that he'd been right: to have a soulmate is to be cursed, and you eventually were to realize that you cannot love a fractured soul like his own, even if it was what the Fates had in store for you, it only led to despair. 

part two // masterlist

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[leejungchans]

caught : y.jh

word count | 1.1k

pairing | yoon jeonghan (svt) x female reader

warning(s) | none (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), coworkers au

summary: valentine’s day means helping your students make valentine cards. you didn’t know you’d be receiving one too, though.

a/n: @hannietonin happy belated valentine’s day 💗 this really, really isn’t much, but here’s a little ‘thank you’ for hosting the carat admirer event 🥺 i hope you enjoy (it’s a little bleh ><) and ily!!!!

“That looks very nice, Isaac,” you say, smiling down at the young boy, “I’m sure your mom will love it.”

“Thank you!” he chirps, chest puffing up with pride as he proceeds to explain the various doodles he had drawn on his card. You listen intently, nodding along as he tells you about his mother’s prized rose (“I didn’t know she grew roses!”), the pearl necklace she always wears that was a gift from his father (“That’s so romantic!”) and their family’s pet dog Bacon (“That’s an… interesting name, I like it!”).

You leave Isaac to finish the rest of his card when your other students rush up to you, eager to show you their own cards. “One at a time, one at a time, guys,” you laugh as their little hands lightly tug at your sleeves and jeans, all wanting you to react to their creations first. “I promise I’ll get to everyone!” This seems to do the trick for most of them, and they quickly leave your side to add the finishing touches to their Valentine’s Day cards.

You can’t help the fondness that blooms in your chest as you watch your students animatedly interact with one another; being a preschool teacher came with its stressors like any other job would, but the time you spend with your students reminds you of not only the beauty of youthful innocence, but also your personal goal to ensure they come to school feeling safe and leave feeling understood.

You don’t realise how quickly time flies by until you hear the familiar chime of the bell, signalling the end of the school day just as the last of your students finishes her sharing about the recipient of her card.

“Your older sister will love it, Judy,” you say sincerely, smile growing at the beam that lights up the young girl’s face. “Okay, Class Sunflower, it’s time to pack your bags! If your loved ones are picking you up today, you can even give them your card right when you see them!”

The classroom buzzes with energy as your students, excited at the thought of presenting their gifts, gather their belongings in record speed, slinging their tiny colourful bags over their shoulders before neatly lining up by the door so you can take them outside.

You’re bidding your students and their families goodbye at the front gate when you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve. Excusing yourself from the parent you were talking to, you peer down to find a student from Class Tulip gazing up at you with adorably wide eyes.

You kneel down to match her height, shuffling forward a little when the girl beckons you closer; her breath tickles your ear as her tiny hand forms a barrier around it like she’s about to tell you a secret.

“Mr Yoon told me to tell you he has a present for you,” she whispers, “he says it’s important.”

“Really?”

She giggles with a nod, turning to point in the direction of Jeonghan’s class. “He’s waiting for you inside!”

Oh, what could he be up to this time?

“Your student told me you have a gift for me?” Your smile is teasing as you lean against the doorframe of his classroom, amusedly observing him as he hastily hides something behind his back.

“Ah, I knew I could count on Claire.”

A playful tsk falls from your lips. “You keep turning your kids into your little personal messengers.”

“They love it,” your boyfriend responds cheekily while striding over to you, “then they report back to me about how shy you get after.”

“I’ve never gotten shy because of that! You’re a liar, Yoon Jeonghan.” Okay, so maybe you do get a tiny bit flustered every time he gets one of his students to deliver a sweet message to you—not that he needs to know.

He places a hand over his heart in feign hurt, long lashes kissing his cheekbones as he makes a wounded expression. “My angels would never lie!”

“Mm, I don’t know about that, Hannie. You’re a bad influence on them sometimes.”

“I beg to differ. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands for me, love. I’m gonna give you your present.”

You oblige, resisting the urge to peek as something light and smooth meets your skin, a smile unwittingly stretching across your face when you quickly figure out said present.

“Okay, you can look.”

Jeonghan watches you closely as your eyes flutter open, landing on the red heart-shaped card in your hands, completed with sparkly stick-on gems and your name written in gold glitter glue.

“Oh! Uh… the glue isn’t fully dried,” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “might wanna be careful there.”

You throw your head back as you laugh, making sure to avoid the sticky parts while reading the contents of the card, a warm rush of adoration coursing throughout your body as you take in his heartfelt words.

“Thank you, Hannie,” you smile softly, “I love it. Really.”

“Well, I had some help,” Jeonghan admits with a twinkle in his eyes, closing the space between you as he wraps his arms around your waist while your own loosely drape over his shoulders. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jeonghan.”

Your boyfriend flashes you a crooked grin, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes as he asks, “Now, how about a Valentine’s Day kiss?”

Shameless. So shameless.

Just as he’s above to dive in, however, a startled squeak emits from behind you. Utterly embarrassed, you glance over your shoulder to find Claire, the same girl from earlier, standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hi, Claire,” Jeonghan casually greets with a lazy smile like the two of you didn’t just get caught nearly kissing by one of his students. “Why are you back?”

“I forgot something,” she giggles as she runs over to her seat to fish out a pink umbrella from the drawer. “Bye, Mr Yoon! Bye, Miss L/N!”

She’s gone as quickly as she appeared, vanishing around the corner with a wave goodbye. You can still hear her delighted giggles as her footsteps retreat, and you bury your face into Jeonghan’s shoulder with a loud groan. “Oh my God, we’re never living that down! This is all your fault!”

He merely chuckles at your embarrassment, hand rubbing up and down your back to calm you. “Well… at least we didn’t actually start kissing?” he offers, yelping when you weakly slap at his chest.

You pull away with burning cheeks, already knowing the news of what just happened will surely spread to your own students by tomorrow morning. “I’d be more annoyed with you if your card wasn’t so cute,” you grumble halfheartedly, unable to bring yourself to actually be upset.

Jeonghan wriggles his eyebrows. “Well, then you’re going to love me after you see the huge bouquet of roses in the teachers’ lounge.”

“The what?”

a/n: thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated hehe!!! 💗💗💗

[fatuifucker]

Might I request for your event Xiao eating out a sub afab reader, who's kinda shy abt their looks and a bit insecure since it's their first time? With the prompts 4, 47 and 60? If you don't mind with a lil bit praise kink?

It you're not comfortable with that, feel free to ignore this. Dw :)

service top xiao x sub fem-bodied reader (mentions of a bra)

SUMMARY = (modern au) prompt - "you look just about good enough to eat" + "are you holding back? don't" + "come for me, you've done so well"

WARNINGS = smut, use of the word "cunt", oral (reader receiving), kinda ooc xiao but shh this is a modern au it's fine, shy and insecure reader, reader wears feminine lingerie, praise, use of "xiaoniao" as petname (meaning little bird in chinese), brief discussion of safe word and aftercare bc we love safe and healthy fun times, it's never mentioned but xiao has done it before which is why he kinda good at it bc yknow virgin xiao wouldn't know how to eat badussy

W/C = 1.2k

A/N = lightning may be transient but my love for you will always be eternal /p can yall tell i'm shitty with deadlines this was meant to be posted on vday lol 🤡

Today is the day you finally give Xiao your virginity.

After months and months of careful consideration, another month of planning and having “the talk” with your close friend, Venti, you realise that you are ready for the next phase of your relationship.

This will be his Valentine’s Day gift.

Siting silently on the bed, twiddling your thumbs as you await for his return. Did you prepare everything? Condoms, lube and water on the nightstand, curtains have been drawn, you have already taken the necessarily contraceptives…wait, is your hair okay? Standing up, you trotted over to the mirror. The person in front of you is…different from the normal you. First of all, never would you have thought to wear such revealing attire. In fact, Venti was the one who concocted this master plan.

In his mind, he thought that since you were apprehensive about baring your bare body to Xiao, why not wear something that would cover you up while also making you look alluring? You suspect it was more about Venti wanting to show off his new skills since he had recently taken up fashion design as a hobby. Nonetheless, you had accepted his offer (he didn’t give you a chance to reject him) and here you are.

Although he told you that it was just a simple hobby, this quality is surprisingly sublime. Everything was hand-tailored by him and the fabric felt fine against your skin. Black was his colour of choice. Classy. It shows the right amount of skin to appear raunchy while also bearing in mind your modesty. Aware of your abhorrence towards tight-fitted clothes, he had chosen a more flowy and light design. The bra, held together by ribbons around your back and neck, incorporated elements of a sheer apron reaching down to your waist, the floral stitching barely concealing your nipples. Naturally, the panties — more like g-string — sports a matching design at the front with a cute little slit in the middle for easy access. And because he, in his own words, ‘is such a nice friend’, he included a sheer black robe to cover yourself just in case. Initially, you didn’t think it would help at all but in the present moment, you think that the robe is the sole reason you haven’t abandoned this idea. Maybe you should. It isn’t too late right?

In the midst of adjusting that same strand of hair for the nth time, you hear the sound of keys and footsteps heading your way. Shit, you didn’t even hear him locking the door! Snatching the tube of lip balm from the vanity table, you hastily apply an uneven coat before flinging the tube back on the table. Running back to the bed, no concern about the obvious thud as a result of your careless action, no concern about the fact that Xiao obviously heard it. No, you need to return to follow the plan. You have spent so much effort preparing, you are not going to let it go to waste.

The door to your shared room creaks open. Your heart races, feeling his fearsome eyes scan your half-nude body. You dare not lift your gaze, finding the patterns on the floor to be a much more interesting sight. Footsteps escalate in volume until you can sense the man you love towering over you. Your throat tightens as you feel your saliva travel down your throat yet your mouth still is as dry as ever.

“Why are you wearing something so revealing?” Xiao’s question cuts through the uncomfortable silence like a sharpened knife. “You shouldn’t wear something like that in front of me.”

Confused, you finally lift up your head to look at Xiao, only for him to spin his head around to the side. Strands of his dark picturesque hair cascades over his handsome face, but they don’t hide the dark tint of red blooming at the tips of his ears.

“Why not? You’re my boyfriend.”

“I am, but…it’s difficult to restrain myself when you look so…” Xiao swallows as he eyes your frame. “I would never do anything that you aren’t ready for but…when you look so alluring I…I still have to relieve myself somehow…”

He mumbles the last part out, using his hand to muffle himself. You tilt you head before giggling.

“Are you implying that you’ve masturbated to me?”

God, that look in his eyes is priceless. You laugh, your hand grasping onto Xiao’s wrist.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to ashamed.”

He calms down with your reassurance. Your hands guide him to the bed, guiding his lips to yours and allowing both of you to get lost in the mutual love and lust for each other. The heat of the moment causes your robe to slide off your shoulders. Xiao’s calloused palms trail down your body — past your collarbone, past your tits, past your waist — and resting at your hip.

“Xiaoniao…” he pants, biting your lower lip. “You look just about good enough to eat.”

“Then do as your please.” You shyly smile. “I’m your Valentine’s Day present.”

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I want it so bad, Xiao.”

He gets on his knees, peppering your body with kisses before reaching his destination. He makes a satisfied “hm” — likely impressed by convenience of the slit in the middle of your underwear — before his fingers push your hood back to reveal your clit.

“If you need me to stop, say the word ‘tofu’ and I'll stop at once. Understood?”

As soon as you nod, his tongue latches onto your bub, licking circles around the little nub. You jolt back at the unfamiliar sensation, already screaming his name as your nails dig into the sheets. He groans as he licks a strip up your pussy, before slipping the wet muscle inside. It burns with heat. It’s warm and hot and soft and makes him crave for more. He slurps and slurps, his fingers going back to rub your neglected clit. Your pussy still feels snug and tight but it’s dripping. It’s dripping with your fluids and it’s all for him. He accepts what you have to offer, drinking and drinking more of you and savouring your delicious taste.

“X-Xiao! Mmm! Xiao, it feels good! It f-feels– o-oh!”

Your body is quivering. You’re overwhelmed but you don’t want it to end. It’s your first time and he has already made a mess out of you. Biting your lip, clenching onto the sheets, doing anything to try to restrain yourself from cumming too early.

“Are you holding back, [Name]? Don’t. Let yourself go,” Xiao whispers as he continues eating you out.

“Xiao, I’m really– mmm! C-close!”

“Cum for me, xiaoniao,” he moans, the vibrations making your toes curl. “You’ve done so well.”

Your mouth forms into an ‘o’ as you release, your cunt and clit throbbing around his tongue as your body goes limp against the bed. Xiao laps up the rest of your juices, the lewd slurping voices sending your brain into a dizzy daze. 

“Was that good? Did I overdo it?” Xiao’s voice softly asks.

You shake your head.

“No, it’s just…I’m not used to it,” you laugh sheepishly as you push yourself up. “But it felt amazing.”

Xiao plants a kiss on your forehead before getting you the glass of water on the nightstand.

“I’m happy to hear that, [Name].”

[rosierin]

safe place | suna rintarou

pairing; suna x gn!reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none

a/n; happy valentine's day to both couples and singletons <3 to celebrate the occasion, i thought id return from the dead and write a lil sth sth about a character i barely write for on this blog jk its suna again but writing with him is genuinely so cathartic m'sorry anyways hope you like it <3

"Did you know it's Valentine's day today?" You ask out of the blue. You're both laying in bed, with Suna resting on his back, one arm flung around your waist as you lay peacefully atop his chest. The other he uses to scroll through TikTok, but the sound of fleeting videos stops when you speak up, and you see Suna's thumb stop moving like he's frozen in time.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," You huff out a laugh as you lift your head from his chest, noting the genuine bewilderment on his face. He's not usually one to forget things so you understand his reaction. Not that you mind— it would've slipped your mind too if it weren't for the annual Valentine's Day video Snapchat sent you earlier that day. Unfortunately, you had only opened that message once the day was pretty much over, and only now did you think of bringing it up. "Don't worry, I only found out today, too."

"You should have told me sooner," he says, abandoning his phone on the bedsheets and using his now free hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. "We could've done something."

His gaze meets yours and you smile. It's somewhere around eleven o' clock, and the moon has reached its peak. Its glow pours through the sheer curtains of your shared bedroom and casts a soft blanket of silver across your bed. Coincidentally, it catches Suna's eyes, revealing all three colours of his irises— slithers of amber and sapphire swimming in pools of the palest jade.

They're even prettier like this, you think. But your figurative thought bubble bursts when Suna gently taps your nose, reeling you back to reality.

"True, but there's always next time," you offer. "But forget again next year and I might think you don't love me anymore."

"Forget what?" He feigns. You roll your eyes  and he smirks.

"Very funny. But speaking of love— when did you start loving me? I don't think I've asked you this before."

"Oh no, we are not doing this," he deadpans. He tries subtly drifting away from the topic by reaching out for his phone, but you're quick to block it with your hand in hopes of reeling him back in.

"Oh c'mon, it's Valentine's Day!" You say, hoping the notion of said holiday would tide him over. "Consider this your gift to me and in exchange I'll tell you when I started liking you— which FYI, was probably earlier than you'd expect."

The latter part of your sentence rouses a small reaction from Suna, body reacting similarly to the way a cat's ear would twitch when they hear something that sparks their interests. He tries playing it off nonetheless and upkeeps his nonchalant behaviour.

"What makes you think I even have an answer to that? I don't have a date in mind or anything."

"But you have something in mind, I bet. Plus, you can't tell me you're not the least bit interested in what I have to say."

Suna shifts his gaze to the corner of the ceiling at that, which non-verbally answers your question.

"I mean, if it was for as long as you say..."

Little does he know, you have loved him for as long as you say. At the time you hadn't fully realised it yourself. Your feelings had remained hidden for a good amount of time, burried deep beneath a concrete of denial, fear, and reluctance, until eventually all your inhibitions had been swept away in a crashing tidal wave that was Suna Rintarou. It swept you off your feet, away from shore and engulfed you in the uncharted waters of a newfound romance.

As for when this particular realisation occured, there were a few moments that came to mind, as did a list of reasons that strengthened your infatuation with him.

You've loved Suna ever since you associated the notion of comfort to his name, in the tranquil moments spent in each others company, watching the television with your legs tangled beneath a fluffy blanket. Studying for an exam in the library, knees brushing against each other though nobody ever brought it up. Driving home after a long day with the music turned down low, neither of you speaking, neither of you needing to utter a word in order to feel completely at ease.

You've loved Suna ever since you realised it's his voice you seek whenever you're at your lowest. His voice, slow and steady, calming in ways that seem almost medicinal. You've heard it loud and clear on the volleyball court more times than you can remember. You've heard it small and lazy when asked to read something aloud to the class back in your highschool days. But most importantly, it was his voice that soothed you any time your life has felt astray, whenever things weren't working out the way you wanted, in times where you felt exhausted, disappointed, angry, scared or lost. It's Suna's voice that would utter out words of encouragement, of praise or advice, even when yours struggled to enounciate the source of your woes.

You've loved Suna and the way he smiles at you. It's mostly smug, mostly reserved to when he's teasing you. But your favourite has to be when he's most unguarded, completely at ease when a grin lights up his face, prying his lips open enough to reveal a row of front teeth, neatly aligned between two pointed canines. These times are rare, as is the bright and cheerful laugh that erupts from his chest when he finds something particularly funny. It's never failed to catch you off guard, fondness swelling in your chest and making it ache, lovingly so.

You've loved Suna and the silly game he and his little sister had invented. A game in which he would hold his sisters hands and spin around in one spot like a human beyblade, fast enough so that her feet would lift off the ground, grinning wickedly as he then let go and watched her fumble around on her feet, now totally unable to walk in a straight line.

You've loved Suna ever since you found out about that noise he makes after finishing the last of his chuupet on a hot day. That satisfied "ahh" he does before licking his fingers clean.

You've loved Suna and the way his gaze occasionally lingers on his lock screen when he thinks nobody's looking. It's a picture of you and him; it's old and a little blurry but it never fails to make Suna smirk whenever he sees your surprised face lit up on his phone screen— flushed pink from the kiss he had planted on your cheek.

You've loved Suna and how generous he is when it comes to you. How he'll always (secretly) buy you that pastry you were eyeing up in the bakery, only to surprise you with it later that day. How he isn't too proud to return home with a random trinket that reminded him of you, or bringing you back an accessory or clothing item that thought would look nice on you.

You've loved Suna and the fact that he remembers. He remembers the small things, such as the name of your favourite song, the places you went on each of your dates. And, he remembers the bigger things. Like that even you have your bad days, that there're days on which you want to be alone; knows which words you like to hear, need to hear and when you need to hear them. He remembers that like everyone, you have boundaries, and never has he overstepped them or made you feel small about wanting some time to yourself. He remembers to nurture you, to gather you up in his arms when need be, to treat you with utmost respect and love you unconditionally.

You've loved Suna when you finally pierced through the cloud of mystery that once shrouded the boy you met in high school. That the Suna you know is nothing like the rumours painted him to be. It was so easy to label him the prickly, quiet guy. The snarky second year who— outside of his small friend group— seemed almost impossible to approach. It's a shame though, because if only they had given him the chance, they would've found that underneath his aloof demeanor lies someone playful, someone who's a little dorky, who enjoys terrible puns and cheesy pick up lines, and shamelessly cackles at petty internet fights. He's attentive, always listening to what you have to say, whether you're rambling about a cute puppy you saw in the street, ranting about the bad hair day you're having— even if you go on an in-depth discourse about that one character he's probably heard of countless times before, he listens— without interrupting, forever invested in what stories you have to offer.

He'll never understand just how much you've come to care for him, how much you've thrived on discovering these small intricacies that make the man you've come to love so deeply. The same man who used to tease you for your blatant crush on him, who'd scoff and poke fun at you whenever he caught you daydreaming. If only he knew the millions of thoughts that crossed through your mind, the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside your chest each time you laid eyes on him.

"If only you knew," you murmur dreamily, gazing at him in a way so lovingly it prompts a small, disbelieving chuckle to slip past his lips, eyebrows raised in earnest curiosity.

"Yeah? Don't be shy, spill."

This time it's your turn to giggle and you feel your heart swell at the look on Suna's face. You can tell there's anticipation glinting behind his eyes, maybe even a hint of child-like excitement as he awaits your answer.

"I think..." You trail off, drawing out your sentence for dramatic effect. You reach up to brush your fingers across his jaw, keeping a feather-light touch as you run the pads of your fingers along the soft of his cheek, up to the curve of his cheekbone, burning the image of him in your mind. "I started loving you mostly for..."

"My... Irresistible good looks?"

You splutter as Suna flashes you— what is indeed— an irresistibly handsome grin. You crack a smile of your own and shake your head. "That's a plus— but no."

In that moment, Suna tilts his head, his expression softening momentarily. You can tell he isn't in a teasing mood this time. He seems genuinely curious, invested in what you have to say. "Then what?"

"I think I started loving you when I began associating you with home," you hum, gazing up at him with that same fluttering feeling in your chest as the day you realised: "That being with you felt like home."

Suna turns speechless then, eyes still focused on you, and you're surprised to see that his face has begun to flush pink. It starts colouring the high points of his cheeks and spreads to his ears, tinting them the most adorable shade of red. "Are you blushing?" You laugh out loud, asking the obvious. Your teasing doesn't help Suna's case, but he tries to maintain a shred of dignity by holding eye contact and responding to your question with a curt "no shit."

"Why?" You laugh, prodding his cheek with your index. He's quick to swat your hand away, and this time he does look elsewhere, unable to face your giddy little grin and relentless giggling.

"Jus' didn't expect such an honest answer is all.."

You coo at him which makes him click his tongue. There's no real malice behind his reaction, though. He's just so used to being the one who teases, so to have the tables turned always makes him react this way, all furrowed brows and clenched jaw. He's also not used to you being so openly affectionate with him— at least not with your words. To hear you openly confess your feelings to him make his brain fog and heart stutter— like he's once again reminded why you're here, why he's lucky enough to hear you say those words in the first place.

"Still with me?" You tease as you poke his chin to get his attention. He looks at you then, traces of rose still apparent on his pale features though it's clear he's trying to remain collected.

"Hush, you." He rolls his eyes at your cheeky smile and decidedly pulls you closer to him. You find yourself caged in his arms, head slotted in the space between his chin and shoulder but you don't protest. Instead, you wriggle closer to him, basking in his warmth, melting in his embrace. The feeling of him is so familiar. His voice, the way his heartbeat beats softly against the palm of your hand. Even his scent, that faint whiff of peppermint and his off-brand body wash feels like a comforting memory, like something that's been here your whole life.

Feels like home.

"And you?" You inquire softly. For a moment you wonder if you had spoken loud enough because Suna doesn't reply.

Until he eventually does.

"Same reason. Ever since I felt like I didn't need to hide myself anymore. Guess you could call yourself my safe place."

"I could call myself your safe place?" You nag, hinting at the odd wording Suna was all too aware of. He can hear the smile in your voice, and luckily for him you're unable to detect the new wave of heat that blooms across his face.

"You know what I mean."

You laugh, then crane your neck so you can softly peck the underside of his jaw. "I know. Just wanted to hear you say it."

"Maybe next year," he says, patting your head. You scoff and lightly jab him in the gut.

"Late happy Valentine's Day," he chuckles, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.

"Late happy Valentine's Day, Rin."

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Sinclair College AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Woo, NONCON ELEMENTS! This was written by demand. Seriously, bug me to write the AUs if you want to read them lol

Underthecut - NSFW, NONCON do not read if you do not like noncon, Dark fic, Vaginal sex, brief mention of anal, Bruises, creampie and Brief mentions of pregnancy

You shivered as Bo brought the blankets over you, cooing at how tired you must be, how you'll need all the rest you can get.

The dull ache throbbed throughout your body. Your toes hurt from curling them repeatedly, your hips hurt, from Bo's near incessant pounding and nails digging into your hips. Your breasts were sore, nipples teased and played with so long, his stubble scratched along your valley. Your neck was bruised, a feint handprint along the front mixed in with hickeys. Your lips sore and dry, lip gloss smeared around your mouth.

Dried tears over your cheeks, into your hair, onto the pillow.

"Hey, c'mon Sweets." Bo leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you squeeze your stomach in response, "Hey, you're good." He sat next to you, lightly patting your cheek, "Y'did so good for me, hm? So perfect." He leaned in, lips inches from your cheek, "Just like you've always been."

Bo looked down at you, bit his lower lip as your eyes remained vacant, body reacting out of an impulse to his touch, but emotionally wrought.

"You can rest for a lil while but then we gotta clean ya up, Sweets."

You cringed at the nickname, what was once a cute endearing term made your stomach turn.

"Rest for a bit, then we shower." Bo leaned in to kiss your temple, kissed your cheek ad a chaste kiss over your sore lips.

You curled into yourself, letting the motel blanket, stale smell, and lull you into a weak state of slumber.

Bo walked over to the chair, grabbing his crotch as he sat down, letting his chub rest against his thigh. He tapped his foot on the cheap carpeted floor. He leaned back to rummage through his stuff on the table, grabbing a joint and lighting it up.

He took a hit, leaned back. He listened, listened as the cars outside drove by, tires hissing along the wet pavement. A random dog barking, its deep thundering barks upsetting another tenant enough he heard a woman shouting for the thing to shut up.

The rain hit along the window, repeated taps along it felt commoning to Bo. The dull noise helped with his racing thoughts.

Bo wanted to curl into you, wrap his arms around you, kiss along your shoulder, laugh as you playfully reprimand him "Bo, stop! Your stubble is tickling me!" He smiled, "Bo, least you could do is just kiss me."

He coughed, smoke sputtered out through his lips. A deep hum rumbled from his chest, the image of you and him on the bed, curled into each other came so easily. Just like that one Valentine's day...

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Bo held you in his arms, hand running up and down your back. He kissed your lips, groaning as you let him slip your tongue in.

He cupped your cheek, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your moans spurred him on, his thigh pushed in between your legs, spreading you out for him.

"Bo...again?" You asked in a whisper.

"You know you got another round in ya." He kissed you again as he angled his cock at your entrance, grunted as his cock head was met with your warmth. "Ah, sure feels like you're ready." He pushed in, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.

Deep intimate strokes have you cantering into him, "Bo..."

"Daddy, c'mon you know how we do this."

"Daddy, please, I want more."

Bo pulled out all the way and bucked forward, a quiet laugh as you squirmed under him.

He picked up speed, huffing and moaning above you. Placed sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and biting, groaning at the fresh bruises forming along the skin.

"Daddy, ah, more." You freed your wrists from his grasp and ran your hands down his back, resting your hands on his ass. You pushed him further into you, "Daddy please, deeper in me."

His cock twitched in response, "You like when Daddy fucks you? You just need me fuckin' you always."

He kissed you as you moaned in response, hands traveled to the back of his hair, fingers threading through his brown hair.

Bo's hips grew sloppy, your pussy clenched around him as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He wanted to scream out his release, get another call from the front desk. Telling him that there have been noise complaints coming from his room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in, his movements became shallow, you felt his cock throb within you.

Bo moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you. He grinned as you sobbed under him, mewling out praises, whimpering how full he was making you feel.

"Daddy, you keep coming in me, and it might just take." He wheezed, running a hand over his forehead to brush away the sweat.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" His smile fell as you gave him a mortified look.

Reality hit him, "Bo, I can't get pregnant. I'm only in my second year of University! I need my degree first. How in the hell can I have a baby? I can't afford it, I can barely afford my classes."

He groaned at your rambling, he knew you were right, knew that realistically you could never afford a baby, that a degree gave you and your children together with a better shot.

He hummed in agreement, pulled you back into him, "Shh, we'll figure it out later." He kissed your forehead, growled as you nipped at his neck.

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Bo sat up and walked over to you on the bed, "C'mon, we need to shower now."

You remained still, eyes closed, face turning into the pillow.

Bo pulled off the blankets, a hard breath through his nose as he took you in. He lifted you into his arms, pressed kisses to the top of your head, mumbling at how sweaty you smelled and tasted.

He walked into the shitty motel bathroom, a far cry from the last time you ever shared on together on Valentine's day.

The yellow light and avocado green sink, toilet, and tub held a nasty hue.

Bo looked at himself in the mirror as he held you, his eyes held a light pink hue (the weed), bags under his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead. He grinned taking in the bruises along his shoulders and chest. A mixture of teeth marks and fists.

He set you down, an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Okay, Sweets, gonna get you clean. How many days has it been?"

You swayed in your spot, eyes downcast.

"About five days, best to get you clean." He leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

He turned on the water, the steam rising up to the ceiling. "Let's step in."

The water felt euphoric on your skin, washing away the last five days of bodily fluids. Bo's dried saliva, the dried semen on your front, the bits you couldn't fully wipe off your face. The hot water kissed your bruises, a pleasant ache from the hot touch.

You stared at the yellow shower tile, steadying a breath as Bo rubbed his hands over your body. You let your mind race, let it fall into a day more pleasant thoughts.

You thought of Vincent, his arms around you, holding you close, outside the library. Tears spilled as you cursed yourself, wishing you blew off Dan to accompany Vincent. Wanted to sleep in Vincent's arms like you had been almost every night since you started dating.

"Sweets?" Bo patted your cheek, "You good?"

You snapped your attention to Bo, his thumb whipping away your tears, "Might be in the shower but your red eyes are giving you away." He kissed you, tongue running along your lips.

Bo retched back, hand raised up to his cheek, he looked at his fingers, the blood trailing down.

You held a feral look, your eyes hed a feral glare, your nails with blood being cleaned by the running hot water.

"I. Want. Vincent!" You punctuated each word. Teeth bared to the tall man in front of you. You looked through him, not taking in his baby blues, his confused expression.

Bo gave you a booming laugh, you jumped as he grabbed your wrist, "Five days of this and you still want him. I thought I could get you cock drunk on me."

Be spun you around as he pushed you against the tile. Your front pressed into the slimy uncleaned surface had you gagging.

You steadied a breath again, letting your mind race to Vincent. Not Bo poking his cock along your entrance.

"Y'know, you should be pregnant by now, I think the other whole is a little lonely." You fought back a scream.

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Vincent ran through the campus, running up to the Flamingo dorms. He had no time to think about how silly it was that the campus dorms have animal mascots.

Brahms burst through the dorm's door. Pulling on his jacket as he scratched his stubble.

Vincent ran up to him, knowing his girlfriend was a friend of his own, "Hey, Brahms, you seen Y/n? Has your girl seen her?"

"No, Princess hasn't seen her."

Vincent would normally smirk at Brahm's nickname for his girl. It was fitting, Brahms did treat her like a Princess. The gifts, the lavish vacation he took her on, she was even invited to a family wedding.

"She did mention that she has yet to get ahold of her though, apparently Dan is upset that they missed their study dates."

Vincent slapped his leg in frustration.

"I haven't seen her in five days. I've talked with my brother but I haven't seen him either." Vincent breathed in heavily, he staggered back.

Brahms reached for him, steadying his friend, "Bo probably took her."

Vincent's eye went wide.

"I mean, think about it, is it that hard to get to that conclusion. You fuck her, start dating her, flaunt how good you've both been to each other. Bo's always been, Bo. Masking his insecurity with macho bravado, hitting on pretty girls, and when they take the low-hanging fruit it fuels his ego. For a day, at least. And the one girl who managed to escape his low-level bullshit falls into his brother's arms, of course, he's pissed."

Vincent clenched his fist, "You justifying my brother?"

"No," Brahms stood up straight, arms over his chest, "Remember when I punched him for bugging my Princess? He tried to jump me a week later. For me," Brahms gave Vincent a cocky smile, "Was nothing. I can only imagine if he had anger towards a female."

Vincent's blood went cold at Brahms words. "Y'sure?"

"Hm, I am an actor! I observe people constantly, I am not known as the best method actor this school has ever had for nothing!" Brahms puffed up his chest, his cocky smile faded as he watched Vincent's shakes become near tremors.

"Look, Vincent, Have you been to the police, her parents, sibling? or whatever?" Brahms leaned closer to Vincent, a sympathetic hand remained on his shoulder.

"Yeah...her parents said...she sounded a little shaken up but fine. They said it was stress. The police are useless."

Brahms laughed, "When are they useful?" He frowned when Vincent shot him a glare.

"Okay, no joking, though not a joke, Look, I'll get Princess later and us three can go around asking for her, okay. I'll even ask my drama teacher to put pressure on the campus police."

Vincent nodded a weak defeated nod.

His hope had been diminishing day by day. He missed class and called into work. The past five days were spent on you, finding you, wanting you back in his arms. The sick feeling in his gut knew you were being held by him...the other half of him.

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You sat on the bed, your clothes back over your, the warmth they offered little comfort.

"Okay, Sweets, we're gonna get going, alright?" He nudged your shoulder.

"I need to get back to class, Bo. I need to finish my degree." You said lifelessly as if on autopilot.

"You will don't worry." He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. "Sweets you smell so damn good. So clean for her Daddy."

Your throat felt tight, the urge to barf suppressed as you pinched yourself.

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Bo looked down at you, head cocked, "Cheat on you?"

"Yes."

"I never cheated on you."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Bo!"

He stepped back, hand running over his bandaged cheek. He composed himself, leaning over you, "You better watch your tone." He growled.

The past five days had gotten to you, a resentment, and anger bubbled to the surface, "You date me, Cheat on me, on valentine's day. And you expect me to never be angry, never be upset. And you get mad when I cheat on you. fuck you, Bo. I meant nothing to you. You're nothing to me."

You screamed as Bo shoved you down onto the bed, his large hands pressed hard into your arms, he huffed above you, "Nothing to me? Did I not just spend the last five days lovin' you? Being intimate with you? Shared the most wonderful experience two people together could experience together?"

He shook you as you failed to answer, "Hm? That Valentine's day meant everything to you. This meant everything to you." Bo kissed your tears, gritted his teeth and he shook your head under him.

Bo cheated, he knew this. Knew why he cheated. Self-sabotage as always.

How could someone so sweet, caring, friendly, and loving as you fall for him, why would you? Bo was awful, downright awful, his own parents even said so.

"You'll see, Sweets, you'll see our love grow within you."

You sobbed under him, you murmured Vincent's name, repeating it over and over, as if you said it enough he'd burst through the door, saving you from Bo's hell.

[lalunedelavie]

Under the Stars

Part 1.

Pairing: Jegulus

Word Count: 760

Summary: Regulus wants to make something for James for Valentine’s Day.

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“So you hold the needle like this, vertically. And then when you go to loop the yarn you kind of do a circular motion. Am I making any sense?” Lily said, looking up from the demo she was currently doing. What she was saying was very straightforward, and yet Regulus found it very hard to follow.

“Not really? Merlin, I don’t know if this will work. Maybe you could make him a jumper and I’ll pretend I made it?” Regulus whined. It was his idea in the first place to crochet something for James, but it was a lot harder than he imagined. James loved the stuff Lily’s made for him, and Valentine's day was coming up, he had to do something for his boyfriend. Knowing James he’d go all out, against Regulus’ request for no PDA.

“I’m sure you’ll get it soon Reg! It took me a while to crochet like I do know, and I have faith you can as well. It’s mid January, so you have a good few weeks to make it for him. And I can help with the dimensions and templates, as it’s a lot harder. I’ll start again.” And she did that thing she always did with Reg, reassuring him. When James properly introduced Regulus to his friends, he imagined it would go horribly. Maybe they’d expect him to be like Sirius, or like his family. They were surprisingly welcome though, and in no time he was initiated into the group. Remus would argue with him over classics, Peter talked about classes and Marlene and James would talk quidditch with him. And he became very good friends with Lily, to his surprise. He knew James had harbored feelings for her at some point, and he figured it would be awkward, and yet there was never a cold silence. 

So now here he sat alongside Lily in the library, figuring James wouldn’t go there, to learn how to crochet a jumper. Which was utter madness. He swore he was doing the same motions as Lily, and yet he couldn’t even form a row.

“Aghh, how do you do this for so long? I’m losing my mind even watching you do it.” Lily just chuckled in response.

“I’ve been doing this for years, it’s second nature at this point Reg. And if you don’t want to do this for him, which is really sweet I must say, just give him something else. He’s really not picky.” But Lily knew she couldn’t talk Regulus out of it. So they sat together for what felt like forever, until Regulus could form some rows. The look on his face after starting a new one was one that could pary the light of his star. It was almost impossible not to share this joy with James, as they ate their dinner together that night.

Every weekend Lily and Regulus would get together to work on the jumper. He would practice his crocheting during the week, then plan and start the jumper with Lily. They’re very hard to crochet for a beginner, she’d say, but Regulus was committed. It took weeks, a lot of yarn and a lot of agony, but it was done the weekend before Valentine's Day.

“You finished it! That’s amazing Reg! And look at the stitches! How did you get them so neat around the shoulders?” Lily gasped in amazement. The jumper was a nice royal blue. Regulus thought it would be nice since he didn’t normally wear that colour, and it brought out his eyes. The yarn used was small, which made room for details around the neckline, little pale stars Lily wove in. What’s left now was to actually give it to him.

“But how do I do it, Lils? What he really hates this colour, and that’s why he never wears it? He’s probably going to expect something grand, knowing him.” Lily snorted at that.

“Please Reg, you’re afraid to raise your voice in the library. I don’t think James expects anything grand of you. He knows you.” 

“Have you met Madam Pince?! I guess you’re right though.”

“I tend to be, and I’m sure he’ll love the gift regardless of how you give it to him. A good snog would never hurt though.”

“Lily!” Regulus yelled, fortunate to be on the other side of the library from Madam Pince.

“Shit, Lily I gotta get ready for quidditch this evening. Thanks so much for the help. Really, I would not have been able to do it. Cheers.” And with that he ran off.