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sashi-ya · 11 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter three]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 2; part 4 ; part 5; final ʚ tw: MDNI. mentions of SEXUAL ABUSE INTENT (she is fine and safe). mentions of usage of drugs. medical terminology and treatment. slow burn romance.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

“If it’s not much of a trouble, then, I’d like to stay with you ~”

Law nods, calmly. However, his calm doesn’t last much longer. When he finally understands what you have just told him, he widens his eyes.

“You- you wanna come home, (Name)-ya?” he asks, almost stuttering. It’s pretty cute to see a man that looks so tough blushing.

“Heh… yes. I trust you, Law. If it’s an inconvenience though, I can go back to my hotel…” you murmur, you don’t really want to keep abusing of his help.

Law stands up, brushing his white coat with his hands and denies with his head.

“No. You can come with me. It’s better if someone keeps you company tonight”

You bite the inner side of your mouth. And perhaps you feel a little guilty… why are you so happy to hear he is going to take you home? You should be scared; still trembling for what happened before. But you simply can’t; Law’s aura transmits you a peace, you never knew you could feel.

Twenty minutes after, and a lot of awkward silences in between the doctor and you, a nurse called Vivi announces a police officer has come to talk to you.

You swallow. You are absolutely scared. Why is he here?

“Excuse me, I’m officer Roronoa Zoro. I’m here to make you a few questions about the incident, miss. If you don’t feel like answering tonight I can come back tom-“ a green haired officer, tall and with a wide chest, says. He has one eye closed, and a sharp mandible.

You don’t mind answering questions. However, you are not sure if you remember much about the incident.

“Of course, I can answer. Please go ahead” you nod, smiling shily. The officer could look intimidating, but you are right next to Law. You feel safe.

Law stands up and stretches his hand to the policeman. “I’m Dr. Trafalgar Law; I was there during the incident. I was the one who stopped that criminal from landing a hand on her. Is he already in jail, officer Roronoa?” he asks, with a much more stronger tone. Law is pissed about the situation still. The less he wanna listen now is how that bastard has been freed from jail.

Officer Roronoa nods with his eyes closed; “So you are Dr. Trafalgar. Nice to meet you. He is in jail. He wanted to press charges against you for the punch and the camera, but I suggested him not to do it…” he murmurs, giving you the impression, he condones a 100% Law’s actions.

You take your hand to your mouth. Law could get into a legal problem because of you?

“No, in any case tell him to press charges against me! I don’t mind I-“ you chime, desperately trying to avoid any inconvenience to your hero. But Law puts his tattooed hand over your shoulder.

“(Name)-ya, don’t worry. He won’t even have time to press any charge. Officer, I have a lab report with the confirmation he drugged her. Here” Law manages the situation like a professional but also like someone who deeply cares for you.

Soon, the proves are given and with not many more questions, Officer Roronoa leaves assuring you that nothing like that would ever happen to you again.

You trust in him. Not everybody is bad. Zoro, Law, Bepo, his friends, Dr. Robin, Nurse Vivi. All of them have been good to you. All of them have helped you out.

A few hours pass, and with them the night become almost dawn. The weekend is just starting, but outside the streets seem a little empty. You watch Law call someone, but you can’t hear him as you are waiting inside, behind the doors of the hospital.

Is cold. You can see steam coming from Law’s lips, and the glass windows of the main hall getting a little fogged. He is wearing a long black coat, and you, still your princess cosplay.

“(Name)-ya, wait here I will bring the car” he says, peeping through the sliding doors. You nod, hugging yourself with your arms.

Soon, Law’s SUV appears right by the entrance, and you begin to walk towards the exit waving at the staff with love. You make a mental note to come back tomorrow with something to eat for them, you need to thank them.

As you walk without looking in front of you, you bump into someone. His arms, his scent… “L-Law… sorry. I- I thought you were waiting on the car” you mumble, still with your nose almost buried into his chest.

“I- (Name)-ya… I-. It’s cold outside, please use this” he says, taking off his coat and placing it on your shoulders in the most caring way possible. He touches you as if you were made of crystal.

You take a moment to look into his icy eyes. The bustle of the reception suddenly disappears and most of the people there enjoy the romantic moment you two are the protagonists of.

Law also gets momentarily lost into your eyes, his lips slightly separate and his pupils dilate notoriously. He squeezes your shoulders, ever so lightly, and barely manages to murmur a “let’s go”.

You slowly nod and your bodies separate. You hold to dear life to the sides of the coat he just gave you; it’s warm like his embrace. And it smells just like him; manly, musky and sweet.

He runs to the side of the car, just to open the door for you. And you giggle. He is such a gentleman. “Thank you…”

Law immediately looks at his feet. He is probably not good at taking compliments. Soon, he gets inside the van and checks if you have the seatbelt on.

You do. Is a matter of security. Even if you are right now going home with someone you really don’t know.

As he drives in total silence, and the radio plays a soft song you can’t recognize, you can see the sun rising through the rear-view mirror. It’s still too weak to be considered morning, but a new day is definitely starting…

Maybe, perhaps, like Law’s infatuation for you.

The soft lulling motions of Law’s driving, the scent of his coat, and the exhaustion finally hit your body. The cold surface of the window next to you welcomes your temple as you fell asleep.

Law checks up on you, almost constantly. He needs to know you are ok, even if the main reason for his eyes scanning you is how beautiful you look while sleeping in his car.

A red gleam coming from the traffic light bathes his and your profile. He sighs, squeezing the steering wheel. It’s been a long time since he took a girl home, but honestly this doesn’t feel right… or at least not for the right reasons. It shouldn’t be this way…

However, right before the red turn to green, he felt the need inside his heart, to protect you no matter what. Now, and since you allow him to do so.

Law, who for some moments got lost on your peaceful cycle of breathing, forgets about driving. He simply stopped paying attention at the traffic lights. And with it, the honking of some cars behind you, woke you up.

You open your eyes, scared. Yet, the first thing you noticed was that kind façade looking at you, mesmerized.

The doctor immediately shakes his head and focus back on driving. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes; his hands have a slight tremble, too.

“I- I’m sorry I fell asleep. Did you say something, Law?” you ask, shyly and sitting properly on the cars seat.

“N-No. We- we are about to arrive home” he says, avoiding at all costs any type of visual contact with you. And you can only giggle internally; then again, a guy that looks so tough, shows you to be the softest of all.

A few minutes later, he grabs a little controller from the glove box in front of your knees. He grazes your leg, and you notice the way his breathing seems to stop for some seconds. But he needs to focus, he needs to get home.

In front of you, a huge modern building of who knows how many floors. The door of the parking entrance opens in a very elegant way, and inside Law drives.

You take a look at the pretty expensive place in awe. Of course, Law is young, but he is probably an amazing surgeon. “How pretty” you whisper, squeezing your bag against your belly. “I have never been in this part of the city…”

Law looks at you, briefly. He gives you a soft smile and parks in the #715 spot. “I can show you the neighbourhood later” he murmurs, while taking the keys off the ignition. “We could go have lunch at one of my… friend’s restaurant” he says, pronouncing the word “friend” with difficulty.

You are pleased and excited to meet his friend’s diner, so you show it to him with a rather cute and childish nodding of your head. It causes in Law, as almost everything you do, a revolution. His cheeks become a little flushed again, but he tries his best to act normal.

Soon, he gets off the car and helps you stand up. “Here, let me help you. You might feel a little dizzy still. Is better if you take it easy” he says, pulling softly from your hand and grabbing your bag. You feel fine, maybe a little blunt, but you can definitely walk on your own.

But even though Law can tell you can walk properly, he never lets go of your hand as you head down the elevators of the building. When the doors open, and the lights of an expensive looking lift hit your eyes, you indeed feel lightheaded and lose a little bit of balance.

But there he is, again, to support you. “Come here” he says, lifting you up from your legs in arms. You gasp; you can’t process how you are now not standing but resting on his arms once again.

“L-Law… i- it’s ok!” you jolt, grabbing to his shoulders. Your hero is pretty tall, so you are a few centimetres more off the ground than you would actually imagined.

“You could fall. The elevator is not safe” he says, taking some steps to get inside the lift.

You laugh, taking a look at how the mirrors around reflect some kind of a fairytale scenery. The princess being rescued by the tough knight. “You would look so good cosplaying Sora, the Warrior of the Sea” you chime, completely ignorant of how much that means to Law.

He presses the 7th floor button, and a smile invades his façade. Even if, in less than a few seconds, such beautiful smirk disappears.

“You like Sora, Law?” you ask, insisting on something you believe you two have in common. “I do. But… I don’t do cosplay. I’m too old for it” he spits, rather venomously and sounding a lot cocky.

You tilt your head to the side. You are sure both of you are around the same age. “Old? For cosplaying? Are you kidding me? When I was a teenager I couldn’t buy the materials to create good cosplays… it is now when you should do it! But… is your loss, I was gonna cosplay Sora’s wife…”

Law’s eyes shine bright. His ultimate fictional crush, was indeed Sora’s wife. And now he understands the similarities in between her and you. “You- I…” he stutters.

“Yes, you can come with me. Extra points if you cosplay Sora” you chime, happily.

The doors of the elevator open, showing an equally luxurious and sophisticated hall full of doors. Law has just been “saved by the bell”. And you, still on his arms, allow your heart to wonder to the meadows of fairy tales fantasies. Your knight, saving you from the evil dragon, taking you back to his palace.

“I can walk by myself, Law…” you giggle, seeing him struggle to open the door with you in arms and your bag hanging on the side.

“Do-Don’t worry” he says, finally unlocking the door and getting inside his apartment. As he walks in, you take a swift look at the place. Everything seems perfectly arranged, as if someone knew a girl was coming in.

Through the little hall that takes you to the living room, you notice a few photographs hanging on the wall. One with some children, another one with a couple of doctors and a girl and the other one a very young Law in the arms of a guy dressed as a clown.

Law finally deposits you in a black couch. “There, take your time before standing up. You want some tea?” he offers you, hanging your bag next to the door and heading to the kitchenette next to the living room.

“That would be great, yes!” you accept, taking a look at the balcony that shows the views of the city through a big glass door. “Law, your apartment is beautiful”

The doctor nods and proceeds to heat some water. He prepares the tea in silence, yet, quickly enough so that he doesn’t keep you waiting.

The warm beverage feels like heaven when you take a sip of it. Honestly, you needed it. However, you still feel uncomfortable as the cosplay begins to itch against your skin. But you don’t say anything; you have already taken a lot from Law.

But, Law, knows best… “(Name)-ya I don’t have any women’s clothing in here. But I can give you mine if you want. You can take a shower. I will show you the bathroom”

“Oh~. Yes, thank you” you bow, closing your eyes. You are, at this point, absolutely ashamed of how much he has helped you already.

Law’s lip curl a bit; his smirks aren’t big, and you can tell he isn’t used to smile. “Wait a second, I will get everything ready” he says, walking towards a hall with only two doors. You can tell one is for his room, and the other for the bathroom.

You take that time alone to scan the place better. Your eyes land on the little bookshelf next to the door. In there, all the volumes of “Sora, The Warrior of the Sea” are perfectly arranged. Those and every possible character book. There also other manga and books. But what catches your attention the most, is a precious resin figure of Sora fighting against the Germa 66 soldiers.

“WOW” you exclaim, giving a simple fuck about that “take it easy” advice Law has given you, and running to the bookshelf. You inspect every detail of it, amazed and probably also thinking how much such work of art must have costed.

Of course, you forget about Law for quite some seconds, so, the moment he speaks it makes you jolt.

“(Name)-ya… I have clot-“

“AH JESUS CHRIST!” you jump scared, turning around with cheeks already on fire. “I’m sorry I was just taking a look at… this” you point to the figure, flashing a sweet smile towards him. For some reason you feel guilty for existing right now.

Law walks towards you with clothes and a fresh towel in his hands. His long legs only need a few steps to get closer to you, and you feel -or at least fantasize- as if he was coming to kiss you. Dreaming that way should be illegal…

“It’s ok. You can look at it then. Please, follow me” he says, almost whispering, and looking straight into your eyes. It almost sounded like an order… Why… so… sexy?!

You receive the clothes, and nod with a simple “ngh”. Following him, his tattooed hands open the door of his perfectly clean and arranged bathroom. Of course, he must be a freak of cleaning.

“Here, if you need anything you can ask me. Be careful with hot water, it could make your blood pressure go down suddenly, and you are unstable right now. Also, there is liquid soap there, and if you wanna take a long bath just use this.” he says, pointing at the buttons on his bathtub…

“A jacuzzi? Wow, fancy doctor” you chime, little by little your real self comes back as the drug effects finally seem to fade completely.

Law scoffs almost inaudibly. He probably likes you calling him doctor... “Heh, well… I will let you have some privacy. If you need something or feel dizzy, please call me. I’ll be on the kitchen” he says, walking away without looking at you directly, but doing so by the reflection of the mirror as he closes the door.

You sigh the moment he leaves. Every time his silver eyes fix on you, you feel like all the oxygen around is gone…

Taking a look in such mirror, you let your -ruined- cosplay fall to the ground. You notice the little bruises on your arms. Ones from the hands of that bastard, the others from the blood tests and iv access. A thing you had forgotten for some time while being next to Law, suddenly comes back like a painful memory of some hours ago. However, it feels so far in time. Law has made such experience better.

You open the tab, and in an instant sweet lukewarm water creates steam all around. It feels relaxing, and you even think of indulging on the jacuzzi function. But, it wouldn’t be fair. Law hasn’t slept yet; you couldn’t make him wait so much for you.

You suddenly remember you need to pick up your stuff from the hotel, as if, you were going to stay longer in Law’s house. You giggle, as the extremely hot water kisses your neck – something you shouldn’t do, and something you have absolutely ignored from Law-. “What am I thinking of? I should take an uber back to my hotel… I need to go back home by the end of the weekend…”

It certainly pains you. You don’t want to be away from these new people you just met. It’s true you don’t live pretty far away, but it is at least a three-hour long drive from Law’s home.

“I will… I will… mi… miss….” You stutter, feeling as if everything around begins to spin and your limbs become week.

A loud thump… and his voice, and the warm embrace now holding your wet and naked skin

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “(Name)-ya!”

[continues in ➡ chapter 4 ]

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iiiknowplaces · 3 days

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ahhh hi love i just wanted to check in see how you're doing.

ttpd thoughts?? Who's Afraid of Little Old Me and Clara Bow are mine i claim them. 🤞

lol anyway I just had a random Katniss fic idea but I've been more focused on other characters recently so I was wondering if you'd be willing to write it?? all credit goes to u obv but I just liked the idea and think other's will to but I don't have time to write it and I think I would love it even more if it was written by you.

so mockingjay katniss meets scientist or doctor reader and is super stressed so she's mean and it causes reader to feel a bit sad cuz she's heard amazing things about katniss so she kinda grows like not fond of her? idk how to word it lol. but then katniss learns reader actually makes cool weapons and shit for others soldiers so she goes to them for a cool bow and they end up bonding over time while reader makes it?? like nerdy x fighter yk?

sorry if that was confusing i talk to much lol.

anyway if u don't have time or just don't wanna write it (or if ur requests aren't open) that's fine I totally understand I just love your writing style and think it would be pretty cute.

love you darling <3

hiii! i'm doing really good!! i absolutely love ttpd and my favs are whos afraid of little old me and florida!!! i totally love this prompt and will try my absolute best to write it! ahhh i hope you like it!!

katniss everdeen x reader.

in the heart of district 13, katniss everdeen was having a crisis. she was stressed, rightfully so. so when she was trying to calm herself down, and someone bumped into her, she just lost it.

"could you watch where you're walking?!" she shouted, and looked over to see a girl staring back at her. the hurt look on the girl's face struck something in her heart, but she didn't say anything.

"sorry." the girl muttered, before quickly walking away. she noticed the girl wasn't in the normal district 13 jumpsuit, but in a coat that looked more like something a doctor or scientist would wear. interesting. she decided to ask someone who the girl was, and they told her that it was you, one of the head scientists for weapon making. she found out that you make specialized weapons and equipment for other soldiers, and she thought: "hey, maybe she could make me a bow." so, she went to ask you. she found out where your lab was, and only an hour later, she knocked on the door.

"come in!" she heard you say. she slowly opened the door, seeing you, working on a gun. you looked up, your cheery expression fading to a more sour one. she wanted to wipe that expression right off your face, and make it up to you.

"what can i help you with?" you asked, but your voice sounded uninterested.

"uhh, i heard that you make special weapons, and i was wondering if you could make me a bow? i also wanted to apologize for earlier... i'm just really stressed right now." she asked, looking somewhat sheepish.

"alright, fine. what do you want on your bow?" you asked, and this is where it all started. over the span of a few weeks, she helped guide you with what she wanted on her bow, and you quickly grew fond of her. she ended up liking you as well, a lot more then she expected. she was extremely happy with her new bow, and now the new friend (?) she made.

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i tried my best to fit it to your prompt, lmk if you wanted something different!! alsoooo sorry it's kind of short i didn't wanna yap too much and make it like 80 paragraphs.

#katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss x reader #the hunger games x reader #katniss everdeen fluff #katniss everdeen angst

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omegaprotocol · 3 months

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Old Friends

Jason lives in a studio apartment with a single window outlooking the city with a fire escape. The place has clothes lying around and several instruments on stands looking pristine. Next to the instruments is a desk with a computer, sound system and mixer. Jason’s alarm clock is blinking as if a power out hit it. Jason is unconscious in his bed, with messy hair and dirty pajamas. One eye opens as he lazily reaches out for his phone with one hand. The time says 4:25 Pm. He stands up and puts his slippers on. He looks at the mess and gives up on cleaning it right now. He sits down at the desk, picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. On the computer screen is a new song that he had been working on for months with no progress. He looks at a picture of him and his grandma at his graduation from college and lets out a deep sigh.

“I’ll make it one day.” Jason plays a few more notes when the doorbell rings. Jason changes shirts to something cleaner and opens the door. On the other side is Hailey, a childhood friend of his from all the way back in middle school. She’s standing with a robot in a lab coat and the baseball cap Jason had given Hailey years ago.

“Hey Jason, I need your help with something important.” Hailey walks past Jason into his apartment and looks at the mess. “I see you still have the same organization skills as you did in college.”

“Hello to you too, and I wasn’t expecting company from you and your next science fair project. Why is it wearing my hat?” Omega holds her hand out to Jason excitedly.

“Hello, it’s wonderful to meet someone new! I am Omega Zero and I am programmed to save the world!” Jason looks Omega up and down before taking her hand and shakes it.

“That’s cute Hailey, but why is it here?” Jason turns to Hailey, “And frankly, why are you here? You don’t return my texts or calls, flake when we make plans, and disappear for a year and all the sudden you need something from me.” Hailey goes to Jason’s kitchen and grabs a soda from his fridge without making eye contact.

“That sums it up pretty well actually, and I was working on something really important.” Hailey gestures to Omega. “After I got that contract from the government, she needed my full attention." Jason sighs knowing that she says this for every robot she builds, and this time is no different. “I need a place to hide her until I figure out what to do next.” Omega begins looking around the room and shows interest with Jason’s music studio setup.

“Hide her? Why does she need to hide?”

“Turns out the government didn’t actually want a robot to protect Earth, they wanted a weapon to use for themselves. So I had to steal my blueprints and sneak Omega out of the lab so the government couldn't have her. She is much too important to let fall in the wrong hands.”

“Wait, so you actually built like a super murder robot for the government?”

“No, I didn’t. Omegas programming is very clear. Her only two objectives are to protect the people of Earth, and defend the planet from any harmful threats.”

“And why can’t she stay at your house?”

“The government is on my back and would expect me to hide something there. This is way less obvious.” Jason looks over at Omega, who has picked up a drumstick and is looking it over with genuine curiosity. Jason face palms before answering back.

“You're lucky I hate the government. Fine, I’ll house your little fugitive until you can build some other invention that magically solves all your problems.”

“Thanks Jason, you're a lifesaver.” Hailey quickly leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

“Yeah no problem, I live to serve you.” Jason looks up at the ceiling and lets out a groan. He looks at Omega waiting to see if she is going to do anything. Omega is now sitting quietly at Jason’s drum set. She takes the baseball cap she was wearing and holds it out to Jason with a smile.

“This is yours, I wanted to return it to you. Dr. Hailey would wear it around the lab but it has your name on it.”

“Oh, thanks. I gave it to her a long time ago.” He sets the hat down on the kitchen counter. “So are you really going to save the world, like, superhero crimefighter robot style?”

“Someday I hope so! Right now I don’t know much about the world and I hope to learn more. From what Dr. Hailey lets me read, humans seem really complicated, but they are really cool!” Jason’s expression changes from tired to curious.

“You hope? That isn’t something that robots normally do.”

“Well, I am not a normal superhero crimefighter robot.” Jason see’s Omega’s genuine happiness and innocence and can’t help but smile back at her.

“What was your name again?”

“Omega Zero! But you can just call me Omega.”

“Do you like music?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” Jason sits down at his studio setup and begins showing Omega what all of his equipment does and plays some music for her.

#superhero #superheroes #comics #original character #original story #ocs #omega protocol

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skylarmoon71 · 8 months

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Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Chapter 5

Since the team agreed to give this a chance, you decided that maybe a trip out of state would be beneficial. You needed to visit someone, and you couldn’t just leave him with the others at Star Labs knowing how they felt.

“Tell me again why we’re here.”

Washington was the first stop. Mainly because you have family there and you need to get Savitar to begin small. So right now volunteering at a shelter is the best place for him.

He adjusts the baseball cap on his head, not truly making eye contact with anyone.

He hands a couple clothes, glaring in your direction.

“I can run faster than a bullet. My abilities could be used in a much better way.

He gives another coat, and you smile at the man, turning back to Savitar.

“Is this really not awakening anything?”

“Not a thing.” His expression is flat. You should have expected as much. Still, it was nice to hope.

“You have all of Barry’s memories, so you know how I was raised.” Savitar expression changes for a second.

“I know.”

You nod.

“As someone who knows what it’s like to lose a family, I can tell you it’s hard when you have to depend on people you don’t know. It’s dangerous to put your life in the hands of people who don’t give a crap about what happens to you. That’s why it’s important to do this. It may not seem like much, but people do appreciate this.”

He’s a bit quiet now.

For a next minute or so, he hands out the clothes with a less threatening look to the people coming in. You smile to yourself.

“I didn’t mean to guilt trip you.”

“Of course you did.”

You giggle.

“I’m glad it worked.

He sends you that glare that you can’t help but find cute on his face.

“You know you don’t intimidate me right?”

“I still don’t get why that is.”

“Maybe I’m just that brave.” You boast.

“Or stupid.”

“You really are bad at being nice.”

“Sue me.”

“If you were a registered citizen I would.”

“How unfortunate.”

The back and forth banter continues until around lunch. You help pack up some of the empty boxes that you’ve stacked up. Bidding goodbye to the workers at the shelter. Your eyes drift over your watch.

“We’re going to be late! Let’s go.”

You’re doing a sprint walk out of the building. Savitar just casually follows behind in stride.

“What exactly are we going to be late for?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

He should have taken that as the sign that he wouldn’t like the surprise awaiting him. Because you made it to lunch just in time. Both of you entered and there was already a woman there wearing the most colorful outfit he’d ever seen. For a moment he contemplated that she was attacked by a three year old.

“(Y/N)!!”

Even her voice was peppy.

“I’m out.”

He tried to make a run for it, but you grabbed his arm, hooking it with yours, sporting a smile.

“Oh no you don’t.” You whispered.

You basically yanked him forward.

“Garcia!!”

Your voice was equally as elated and Savitar briefly contemplated jumping out the window. You rushed to give her a hug and you both did that little squeal jump thing he’d seen in teen movies.

It was getting worse by the second. When you both finally disconnected, she set her sights on him.

“Who is this handsome man, you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

You laughed.

“This is my friend Sav- Uhh Savi! Savi Allen!”

You covered it.

He sent you the most spiteful look and you just cleared your throat as you all took a seat.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Allen. Thank you for taking care of my best friend.”

He can already tell this is not going to be his day.

#savitar #flash #villains #heroes #care #family #change #savitarxreader #understanding #feelings #humor #speed

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milady-pink · 7 months

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Waitress AU

Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating

Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.

TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.

Word Count: 1731 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics

"Bad Idea (Reprise) "

Recipe Book

AO3

It’s been one month since the last time Christine walked into the doctor’s office, this time with considerably more people. She has a feeling that if she had made an unnecessary appointment her doctor would have welcomed her with open arms, but the longer she had to think about their coupling the more she felt guilty. Especially after having that talk with Carlotta about trying to find the sweeter parts of life to make it more bearable.

That didn’t stop the knots from tying themselves in Christine’s stomach at the thought of what would happen should Raoul find out. She’d like to think he would just give her a light beating, considering she was pregnant, but she also had the fear that he might take it too far and get rid of her body.

Regardless, it wasn’t going to happen today. Nope, No way. Today was going to be a regular appointment, with no kissing, and definitely no fu—

“Mrs. DeChagney? The doctor will see you now.”

Getting up, pie in hand, Christine followed the nurse down the familiar hallway, and into the examination room where she sat on the table awaiting her doctor.

The door swung open to reveal a delectably dressed Dr. Destler, who is wearing a light gray button down and black dress pants. Add the white lab coat on top and he looked like an Oreo pie, ala mode.

Stop it Christine, professional!

“Hello Mrs. DeChagney.” He greeted her, with that velvet voice she missed a little too much.

“Hello Doctor Destler.” She replied, trying to keep her own voice neutral since the nurse was still present.

Looking at his chart, the nurse noticed Christine’s little treat she brought. Oh a pie, how sweet— what kind is it?”

“‘A Little Wild, Wild Berry Pie’.”

“The office thanks you!” The nurse told Christine as she took the sweet offering from her hands.

“Nurse Norma, I can take Mrs. DeChagney’s blood, can you, uh….re-weigh Mrs. Morrissey?” Asked the doctor, finally looking up from his chart, but conveniently avoiding Christine’s gaze.

“But I—“

“Please! I’m sorry, please? It’s very important, crucial for the patient’s health.” Then, stepping into the hallway so his voice will carry he calls out, “Don’t worry Mrs.Morrissey, she’s coming!”

Confused, the nurse shakes her head and takes the berry pie as she leaves, shutting the door behind her.

Now alone, Doctor Destler drops all formalities and approaches Christine directly. “Don’t do that again.” He tells her.

“Wh- Bring a pie?” She asks him, not on the same page as what he’s talking about.

“No! Not that, never that. I meant don’t go away for a full month and not call me.” He disclosed to her, longing brimming his eyes.

Feeling guilty for staying away from him for so long, Christine tells a small white lie; mostly to keep from being honest with herself. “I didn’t have any questions or concerns,” she said, not making eye contact.

With a look that told her he wasn’t buying it he said, “Don’t do that,” rather sternly which only made Christine think of naughty punishments she wanted from him.

Throwing her hands in the air from the absurdity of things, she exasperates, “This is crazy, Doctor Destler.”

“Please, call me Erik.”

After thinking about it a moment too long, Christine tells him, “No, I don’t think I will.” Maybe she wanted him to think she was being strong in not using his first name, but the truth is that if she called him that there was certainly no walking out of this room without a very thorough examination.

He shrugs his shoulders at her answer. “Fine, don’t, Dr. Destler is fine.” He lets out a frustrated sigh, “So I guess we’re going to forget everything that happened between the two of us.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, we are.” She said, again trying to remain neutral in her speaking.

A moment of silence came over the physician, apparently in deep thought. Once he gathered the right words, he started to talk earnestly to Christine. “I want to apologize, for it. I was gonna call you, just to say sorry, but I, uh, didn’t want to get you in trouble.I just want to let you know that it’s not going to happen again. From this point on we will have a strictly medical, and professional relationsh—“

Not for the first time since becoming his patient has Christine cut the doctor off from finishing his sentence by kissing him speechless. She just hoped he still felt the same way and didn’t really regret what happened, nor wanted to forget.

“Christine, no!” The words striking her right in the heart. “Not with the door open,” he rushes over to hide any and all evidence of their infidelity. His lips back on hers are just the right balm needed to soothe her mistaken understandment.

With what precious time they have together they make it count, Christine widening her legs for the doctor to stand between to relieve them both of the aching of their cores. Despite the circumstances, Christine gets to learn that her doctor must have phenomenal hearing for he separates from her just seconds before Nurse Norma renters the room. Hopefully they don’t look too suspicious for the nurse, casually looking over Christine’s blood work from last month’s visit.

“Mrs. Morrissey still weighs 142 pounds.” She announced unenthusiastically.

Acting as if he just noticed her presence, the doctor looked over and nodded to her. “Thank you. So Mrs. DeChagney, are you taking the prenatal vitamins daily?”

The nurse gives them both an arched eyebrow as she writes down something on the chart in her hand.

“Religiously, doctor.”

“Good. I’d like you to come in again tomorrow.”

This catches the nurse’s attention. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he says in her direction, “are we on the same page now?” His question pointed at Christine who looks to him with great desire burning in her eyes.

“Yep, we’re on the same page.”

Subtly catching on to the doctor and his favorite patient, Nurse Norma adds, “We're all on the same page,” under her breath.

With the nurse’s exit, Christine and Erik get to quick work for the physical exam portion of the appointment; Christine even hopping off the table and pushing Erik on top, only to then straddle his body and pull out the stirrups by his head for his arms to grab onto.

Another day, another pie. This time she baked a real treat, secretly hoping to get one in return.

Upon entering the exam room, Erik finds Christine sitting upon the table with a fruity delight in her lap.

“‘Pineapple Upside Down Pie’.” She said, presenting it to him.

“Your hormone levels are rising beautifully, Mrs. DeChagney.” Rushed the doctor, hurting to rid himself of his coat.

After ensuring the door was closed, he ran over to her just in time for Christine to move the pie over and spread her legs; bearing herself to him. The sight nearly takes his breath away, but not enough to stop him from what he’s about to do. Ready to devour a very different kind of dessert.

“Mrs. DeChagney!” He greeted her, “What do you have today?”

She posed as seductively as possible whilst holding a pie, with her free hand perched on the room’s light switch.

“‘In The Dark, Dark Chocolate Pie.” She tells him, only to then flip the lights off, submerging them both in darkness.

The lack of lighting made it harder to navigate, even if the room was inches larger than a closet. Eventually the two found each other, noticing the other’s lack of clothing, and made due with what they were given. During that appointment, Christine’s flexibility and senses were tested, along with her reflexes.

The diner was closed for the day after long hours of serving customers and bending over tables. Thank goodness Piangi was there to help.

What started as a friendly back massage quickly turned into something far more heated; resulting in Carlotta with her dress hiked up bending over yet another table, serving a very different customer. With moans, gasps, and the sound of skin against skin echoing through the kitchen, it was hard to call something that felt this good a bad thing.

At least that’s what Carlotta thought.

Feeling a few short taps on her behind caused her to stand up and turn around facing the large, warm chef who helped her hop up onto the steel table and continue their activity— this time at a new angle. The redhead tried to grasp hold of what little hair he had left, but instead held onto the hair of his forearms, finding it was denser. They met their peaks of pleasure simultaneously, exchanging little words as they calmed their racing hearts with their foreheads pressed together.

Although it was rather worn and beaten up, the musty smelling recliner Meg currently sat in was always her favorite spot in the one bedroom apartment. Especially with Nadir having a feast of her beneath the Betsy Ross dress she was currently wearing. He was so skilled she was having a hard time focusing on sewing a fake American Flag.

It started off as a date with Nadir, they cooked and made dinner together, and all was going well. That is until Meg blurted out a secret fantasy she had: a man having his way with her womanhood as she tried her darndest to sew the first flag of a new nation under siege by the British. After realizing she said her fantasy out loud, and not in her inner monologue, Nadir was far too excited to help her live out the role play— he has a thing for bonnets, apparently.

Eventually they landed on her favorite recliner, Nadir did his best acting trying to persuade Meg (Betsy Ross) to sew something useful for the revolution. As she feigned her resistance, he saw no way of getting her to join the fight— except through cunnulingus.

So now, having switched positions with Meg bouncing happily on top of her man, grabbing at his three-cornered hat for stability, she reasoned that if Betsy was getting treated this good, she too would have added stars to the flag.

They rested in said recliner, but only after Nadir shouted at his peak, “The British are comin’, the British are comin’!”

#phantom of the opera #christine daae #raoul de chagny #erik destler #musical fanfic #sara bareilles #waitress musical #pies

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38riku · 2 years

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Hi there , it’s me again ❤️

I can’t stop thinking about ProHimbo!Shoto or Denki who’s so fascinated by your intellect. A current grad student, that works for some pharmaceutical lab while he just punches people in the face for a living.

I can see him just hovering over your shoulder when your studying. Twirling your braids or running his fingers across your thighs. Watching your face as ramble about formulas and whatnot. He doesn’t know what any of this means but you sure look good while you’re talking.

All he wants to do is bend you over the desk and fuck you until you’re as stupid as him 🥴 Bonus points if you’re wearing your glasses and lab coat.

He’s literally so oblivious, that when you throw your pencil down in frustration and sigh , “fuck me” while rubbing your temples, he takes it as an invitation.

So now he’s living out his fantasy, fucking into you so deep that you’re breathing is restricted, and it’s hard to do anything but moan. But you have to keep talking because he wants you to read him your notes. It just makes his dick so hard hearing you recite all your sciency shit. The nuclear explosions from chapter 69 don’t even come close to the load that he explodes in your cute little cunt.

… you’ve created a monster , i like it but fr this is mwah 😚 chefs kiss

WE GOT CHEMISTRY | todoroki s.

warnings; 18+ minors do not interact! breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, spanking, temperature play

“hm, in order to achieve acid-base equilibrium we would need to ionize the solution of hydrochloric acid and water. this number just needs to be rounded up by the hundredth and —”

todoroki listened as you looked over a colleagues lab report. he loved to hear you talk about your work. he couldn’t comprehend your words even if he tried but you didn’t seem to mind, continuing to ramble about atomic pressures and compounds while he nods along.

“damnit, she must’ve crunched the numbers wrong. I swear she needs to be fired.”

your glossed lips twisted in a pout as you corrected the mistakes of your colleague — another grad student you would complain about more often than not — who constantly making mistakes and leaving you to fix them.

“nothing my little chemist can’t fix.” todoroki assured, tucking your braids behind your ear and kissing the nape of your neck. the sensation caused you to giggle as he continued the fluttery kisses along your jaw.

“of course I can fix it! it just should’ve been done right the first time you know?” he hummed in agreement as you began to scribble the correct formulas on a blank report. “like seriously, how hard is properly redox chemicals at your big age?”

he nuzzled into you further, listening to your sweet voice from behind as he felt his erection growing. he always found your academic prowess sexy. the way you come in with your lab coat, hair disheveled and glasses perched on your nose with a beaming smile, talking about your day.

you groaned aloud as you noticed yet another miscalculation. “just fuck me I guess.” you murmured, leaning back into his touch as he continued to pepper your neck with kisses.

that was something he understood.

his hand gripped your chin, tilting it upward as he left a searing kiss on your lips. your eyes fluttered shut, body and mind submitting to him. his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring the area like it was the first time; teeth clashing and spit smearing messily.

todoroki spun your chair around so you would face him. hair covering his heterochromatic irises, bare chest littered with scars from his line of work, as his sweats did nothing to hide the tent in his pants.

“let me help,” he whispered, his words lulling you in like a siren. guiding you up and out your seat, he leaned you over your work desk. your breast pressed against the wooden surface, back arched and ass in the air and on display for him. “i may not know anything about chemistry but … I know I can fuck you right.”

his words sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine as he pulled down your pants and underwear slowly, watching as a trail of slick stretched from your cotton thong to your cunt before it snapped. “I barely even touched you sweet girl.”

his chest pressed against your back as he inserted two chilled digits in your cunt. the sensation made you bite your bottom lip, head lolling to the side as he stretched you out to his liking.

“you have work to do don’t you?” gripping you by the back of your neck, he squeezed you lightly until you lifted your head. “tell me what you got to do to fix it love.”

staring at the words in front of you was torture. they were blurred in your current state, bleary eyed and distracted from pleasure. “y-you would have to add a - fuck - an acid to the base.”

“why is that?” his lips twisted in a smirk that could only be described as mischievous as he thumbed your clit. the warmth of his thumb contrasted that of his digits. your head would’ve called if it wasn’t for the grip he had on your throat.

“it’ll increase the .. the .. H3O ions of the solution!” your voice increased pitch as the coil in your abdomen snapped. you came all over his fingers and torso, breathing heavily as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

“that’s my girl,” he praised as freed his dick from the confines of his pants. coating his length with the aftermath of your orgasm, he pushed it in slowly, watching you swallow up every inch of him. “come on, keep talking to me. why add an acid?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to thrust at a slow yet brutal pace. each thrust hit that sweet spot deep within your walls, making you whine out in pleasure each time.

you yelped as you felt a harsh and hot smack to your ass. “I asked you a question that requires an answer.” todoroki was always one to blur the lines between pain and pleasure with his quirk. the same quirk he used to detain villains and protect civilians he used to fuck you to bliss.

“t-the solution is too basic,” you managed to stutter out as his hand traced your spine with cold fingers. “when you add acid i-it neutralizes the base— ah” his hand wrapped around the front of your throat, squeezing as his thrusts became harsher.

he could tell you were close. the way you fluttered around him from the stimulation he cause, your voice becoming louder, mixing words and whimpers to the point it was getting hard to understand what the hell you were saying.

“you did well, go ahead, cum.”

the moan you released was purely erotic. the sound louder than the skin slapping and squelching of your cunt, your head slumping on the desk as he released his grip while filling you up with ropes of white.

collapsing in your desk chair, todoroki pulled you in his lap as the two of you came down from your highs. with a freehand he readjusted your glasses, chuckling at your fucked out expression. “we’re not done yet.”

“gonna fuck you until the only thought in that pretty head of yours is my dick. got it?”

a/n not proofread excuse any grammatical mistakes

#black reader #black y/n #mha x black reader #mha smut #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut

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princehrry-writings · 3 years

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Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

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Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

. * .

“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

. * .

“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.

#daddy? series #stepdad!harry #stepdad!harry x reader #dad!harry #harry styles x reader #stepdad!harry styles #harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles x singlemom!reader #harry x singlemom!reader #singlemom!reader #one direction

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whumperooni · 3 years

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Mr.Natsuo being your teacher and you purposely flirt with other boys as wear really short skirts in his class to make him ✨jealous ✨and horny , he asks to see you after class and you get fucked on his table 🥺🥺 Sorry I’m on my period and I’m going feral 😃

No, no- never apologize for this! It makes me feral too ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Natsuo Sensei, please come get this pussy ♡

tags/warnings: teacher/student relationship, teacher kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, manipulation, improvised gags

A/N: I wrote Natsuo a bit more rough than I normally do, but I think it turned out okay;;; I also abused the words professor, doctor, sensei, and teacher;;;;

But. Ya know.

Enjoy! ♡

You were fucked the moment you walked into his classroom. Introduction to Human Anatomy and Physiology. 2:30 pm, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Led by Doctor Natsuo Todoroki. An insert into your schedule that seemed harmless enough. Interesting, surely. Something you were a little worried about- what if you turned out squeamish despite your love for all things horror and gore?- and something that would just fill your first semester of college. Harmless. Routine for your major. Nothing to give you any sort of fuss or throw you into a flustered little mess. Or, so you thought. Honestly, you hadn’t given much thought to what your professor might be like. You were more worried over having to share a dorm room with a stranger, if you could handle your class load, how hard it might be to adjust being away from home and all you’ve ever known. You suppose your mind’s eye might have conjured a vague image of a wrinkled and wizened old man with a stern gaze and whitened hair. You suppose you might have faintly imagined Doctor Todoroki to be a tired geezer in a lab coat and faded sweater vest. You suppose you might have had the predetermined, unconscious notion that your professor would be intelligent, elderly, stern and, well, someone who you would only think about in terms of being someone to give you tests and homework and lectures. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to find a smiling, young man with a handsome face and thick thighs, big arms. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to lock eyes with your professor and immediately go weak in the knees under a stormy gaze and a sunshine smile. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to only have your breath snatched away, your cheeks flared with a flush, your heart forced into a thundering staccato. You didn’t think that Doctor Todoroki would be hot. But, oh god- oh god- he’s gorgeous. Doctor Todoroki- well, Doctor Natsuo or even professor; he seems to prefer those much more than his family name- is, honestly, a living, breathing wet dream. He’s hot. He’s kind. He’s friendly. He’s funny. He’s perfect. The class that you thought would be only mildly interesting turns out to be your favorite. How could it not be when you’re blessed with a full hour of delicious eye candy, a teacher that’s so generous with his praise and has your spine tingling whenever he says your name? He’s so friendly and he’s so polite, too. The way he calls you Miss is a little old fashioned, sure, but it sends your mind reeling and your cheeks flushing- quick fantasies zipping through your thoughts as your thighs involuntarily push together. Your crush springs up from the moment you see him and it only gets stronger with each passing day. Little accidental brushes against you, the smiles he sends your way, the scent of his cologne whenever he leans over your table to correct an answer, the way his praise rings in your ears late at night- it all sends you spiraling. You’ve never had a crush quite like this before. Certainly not on a teacher. You want him, though. Oh, god, do you want him. Your roommate is the unfortunate one that has to hear you whine and moan over him- you’re much too embarrassed to admit your crush to your friends back home or any of your family; they’d be sure to scold you, to call you foolish and chide that you’re a silly little girl. She understands it, at least. That helps, keeps you from being too ashamed. “I mean, it’s no surprise you’ve got a thing for him,” she muses. “He’s young. He’s hot. Anyone would get a little crush.” You don’t like that thought, really. You don’t want to think about others lusting after your sensei. “Why not try shooting your shot?” At your scandalized look, she huffs and shrugs, rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she scoffs. “No need to be such a good girl. Professors hook up with their students all the time. You just gotta be discreet.” “I can’t,” you protest- shaking your head and pulling your knees up to your chest. “And it’s not like he- he doesn’t see me in that kind of way.” “You don’t know that,” she counters with a click of her tongue. Another huff leaves her and it’s easy to see that her patience with the situation is waning. “Either feel it out or get over it or find someone else to moon over. There’s no point in moping and stewing.” You’re not moping. You’re just- you’re just- Okay, you’re mooning over him like she said. But you’re not moping. It’s just- it’s such a new situation for you. You’ve always had crushes on your peers- never anyone older than you by more than a year or two, never anyone in a position of authority over you. A taboo situation like this has never been your cup of tea- you’ve always been a good, sensible girl. Crushes on teachers have never been something you thought to entertain. But now? Well, now... You bite your lip and eye your reflection, nervously touch up your makeup in the bathroom mirror. It’s light and simple but pretty and sweet. Stalking Professor Natsuo’s social medias helped you gain the insight that he seems to prefer his women more natural and cute, innocent looking- all glossy lips and doe eyed, fluttering lashes with just the barest hint of mascara and blush. The false lashes might be a bit too much, but they make you look even more doll like and, that too, is something he seems to like. Pretty. Simple. Doll like. Sweet. Young. You think you’ve managed to put that look together rather nicely. The pleated skirt- just shy of rising above your knees- and the soft cardigan help, too, and, really, you don’t think you’ve ever looked quite so innocent before- even when you were a wide eyed, straight A, pure and untouched student back in high school. ...god, what are you doing? A groan leaves you and you nearly scrub the makeup from your face, nearly rip off the skirt and switch it out for the leggings you have stuffed inside your backpack. Nearly. You don’t think that this is really going to work. You don’t think that this is really going to draw any sort of reaction from him. And, well, maybe that’s what you need? Maybe you need to truly see that it’s a fruitless desire- maybe then it’ll shrivel up and away and you’ll be free from your sinful fantasies, free from the desire that has your head spinning. And, well, it’s been a while since you’ve dressed up a little, too- the rigors of college have had you leaning more toward comfort than style, have kept you too tired and busy to give time to makeup and skirts and a polished appearance. It feels kind of nice being all cute and attractive instead of frumpy and disheveled. ...you’re not going to change. You deserve to feel nice and you’re dying- desperate- to see how your professor will react to you looking nicer than the tired lump you usually display. Just act normal, you tell yourself as you head toward the class- clutching your textbooks tight to your chest. Don’t be too hopeful. Don’t be too excited. Don’t get disappointed. Just- just think of it as an experiment. That’s all it is, right? Just an experiment! You’re just putting a hypothesis to a test! (What a load of crap. It does help to calm your fluttering, nervous heart, though) You swallow as you approach the room and take a deep breath to steady yourself, bite your lip as you eye the open door. You can hear him rustling around and you know that the others will be around soon- you can’t just keep standing there like a dumbstruck, coltish fool. Another swallow, another deep breath. You walk into the room and fix a nervous smile on your face, chirp out a nearly stuttered “Good afternoon, Professor.” He’s faced away from you- broad back greeting your vision as he scrawls something across the blackboard. His head turns, though, and you get to hear an absent “good afternoon” replied back, you get to watch his gaze fall on you. His hand pauses. His snowy lashes blink once, twice, three times. Surprise flickers over his face- evident enough that you can catch it without doubt. His eyes flick down and back up so quickly that you almost miss it, dart away whenever your smile shrugs off its nervousness and grows ever so sweetly. You sit yourself down front and center- right in front of your sensei’s desk. He doesn’t look back at you as you organize your books and gear. He doesn’t look back at you as you primly cross your ankles and rest them to the side, drag a curious, studious gaze along his back. You had hoped for a response, but you hadn’t really expected it- Professor Natsuo has been kinder and more friendly and open than your other teachers, yes, but he’s still been professional. He’s never crossed any boundaries and you’ve never see him give another student the once over. This is...promising. Your cheeks stay flushed as the other students file in, but your anxiousness is gone away. Sure, that little look doesn’t really mean anything but now you’re...well. Now you’re curious. Desperate and needy for some validation of your silly little fantasies, but curious too. Could you...would he...? You wet your lips, unthinking, and keep your eyes on Doctor Natsuo throughout the class- analyzing his behavior, absorbing his words, taking in how his gaze finds you a bit more often than it usually does. Interesting. Encouraging. The next day you wear a skirt that’s a little bit shorter, don sweet mary janes and ankle socks decorated in lacy frills. Steel grey eyes dart to your legs more than once during the class and you even catch your professor tracing his eyes over your hips when he thinks you’re not looking- his reflection in the shining convex mirror hanging above your dissection table showing guilt, an almost nervous tilt to his lips. Oh, you’ve got him. But how do you proceed...? Your worries and frets and protests over taboo desires are long gone- they got dashed away with the first blink of his long lashes, with the first glance over he had given you. Really, you should feel ashamed over discarding your morals so easily, but it’s an exciting situation, isn’t it? It’s nothing you would ever think to find yourself in. But college is all about new, exciting situations, right? It’s about taking chances. God, you hope this is really a chance for you- you’ve never had the opportunity to play a coy game like this before. It’s...fun. High school would have been a lot more interesting if you had known this kind of thrill. You come home smiling ear to ear after a successful attempt at making Doctor Natsuo blush. (A sway of your hips, a flit of your slowly shortening skirts, a coo of his name as you thanked him for such an interesting lesson, a sweet smile and your fingers daring to skim ever so lightly and quickly over his wrist as you walked out of the classroom) The smile on your face has your roommate’s brow quirking, but one look at your outfit has her lips pulling into a smirk- something near gloating on her face. “You shooting your shot?” she asks, already knowing the answer. “Something like that.” You plop down on your bed, smile waning but still present- content as you let yourself get comfortable. She doesn’t offer any more conversation and you’re okay with that- mind fixating instead on how you could possibly further things with your sought after teacher. Things are good, for now- much better than you had ever thought they would be. The little forays into flirtation have been fun, exciting and they’ve even helped boost your confidence- something you hadn’t realized was sorely needed. It’s been fun. And it stays fun- the short skirts, the girly lilt you find yourself injecting into your voice, the soft makeup and sweet perfume, the way you always leave the class with wet panties and a vibrating exciting buzzing through you, the way your teacher’s eyes can’t help but dart over you, the way he breathes in just a bit deep when you get a little too close, the way he swallows whenever you so lightly purr his name- it all stays fun. Fun, but...frustrating. After a while it gets frustrating. Because he doesn’t do anything, not really. He stays a proper, good teacher- something you give props to him for- and he never returns your gentle flirtations, the subtle and silent invitations you push his way. He’s so...professional. It’s kind of a turn on- kind of. It’s mostly just...frustrating. You find your lips dipping into a pout more and more, find yourself sulky and downtrodden. Sure, this has been fun and interesting but you...you want more. You want him. You need him. You’ve needed him for so long it seems. You find your muffled ministrations in the shower getting more and more frantic- your fingers pumping into your cunt relentlessly but giving you none of the relief you seek. When you are able to cum, it’s always with a whimper of sensei or doctor or professor- sometimes even a daring Natsuo. You get restless and impatient, desperate and a little hopeless. If your teacher senses or sees that, he doesn’t say anything- in fact, his gaze seems to avert from the feverish look in your eyes, he seems to pull away from your bold, reckless attempts to get closer to him. That hurts. That makes you angry. That makes you feel stupid. But he still wants you- or, at least, he still finds you tempting. You know he does- he can’t hide the way his eyes fall on you whenever you walk into the room, he can’t hide the quick glances he lays over you when he thinks no one else can see. You see his hesitance and want. You see it. ...if he’s not going to act on his desires, if he’s going to resist, then you’re going to kick things up a notch- someone has to; you can’t live with this stalemate any longer. It’s not a punishment, not really- it’s just throwing in his face what he’s missing out on. (My, whenever did you become so reckless and cruel? When did you become so desperate?) The ratio of boys to girls in the class is quite staggering- something one would think the university wouldn’t allow for fear of lawsuits. There are three boys for each girl- ambitious, studious, virginal, frantically horny things with expectations piled high on their shoulders and stress wracking their every thoughts. (It wouldn’t be unfair to say they you’re just like them- just sans the virginal part, double the stressed and horny part to make up for it) They’re good boys, for the most part- friendly and tired, nice but none of them quite to your taste or striking enough to jar your fixation from your sensei. Some of them are even handsome- which makes this a lot easier. “Oh, you brought me coffee? Thank you so much, Dai-chan! You’re so sweet!” The kiss you lay upon your classmate’s cheek makes him blush and fluster. It also makes your dear teacher stare- eyes wide and brow furrowed when you flick your gaze his way, his lips twitching as if he’s not sure if he wants to frown or not. The soft giggle you let out does bring a frown- something that deepens whenever one of the other boys comes over to grab your attention, try his hand. You should have thought of using them earlier on- they’ve been eager enough to try to flirt this whole time. Doctor Natsuo, for his part, doesn’t say or do anything- of course he doesn’t. But his usually happy temperament turns a bit tense, a little sour. He doesn’t lash out, not really, but you can see the way his teeth grit and his brow puckers whenever one of the boys dares to lay their hand on your arm, the small of your back. Good, you think- vicious and bitter, sour yourself. Get jealous. “What the fuck is up with Todoroki lately?” “Dude, did you hear how he snapped at Araka?” “Do you think something happened? He seems...stressed.” Your classmates trade hushed whispers as they flee the room, but you don’t think to join them- you stay quiet and soak in their quiet gossip, smile sharply without a look back to your grimacing, frustrated sensei. Just a little more. At this point, you’re not even sure what you want from him- an admittance of his own desires, him hurting and annoyed? You don’t know. You just want something to happen- you need something to break this little silent game apart. You think and think and think over what could raise the situation to the breaking point and, finally, you settle on something simple. The night before your Thursday class, you invite over one of your classmates- Eita; one of the more attractive ones, one of the less nervous ones. Your roommate is gracious enough to stay away (thanks to your offer of money for booze and weed and help with her homework) and you have the room all to yourself. Three beers and some easy flirtations, just a few small touches- that’s all it takes to get what you’re after. You don’t let him fuck you- he’s not worth it, nowhere near what you want- but you let him fumble his hands over you, are kind enough to wrap your hand around his cock while his lips frantically roam and suck over your neck. You don’t let him come until you’re absolutely sure that you have what you want. It reduces him to a whining mess- which, hey, is honestly kind of cute. You rebuff his sweet offers to “return the favor” and send him off with a kiss to the cheek, spend the rest of your night nursing a glass of wine and silently brooding- mind tired and body exhausted, your desires so restless. The next day you dress in a pleated, short skirt that just barely skims the middle of your thighs and fix your hair into a cute little updo, don your now signature mary janes and pull on a brand new pair of knee high socks. The sly comments you get throughout the day are annoying, but easily ignored. You’re impatient through the morning and it only gets worse as Doctor Natsuo’s class creeps closer. You spend the day jittering your leg and biting your lip, checking your phone every few moments and huffing to yourself, clutching at your arms and trying not to pace up and down the school’s halls. Finally- finally- it’s time for your favorite class. You have to force yourself to walk slowly toward it. You have to breathe in deep to quiet your pounding heart, to still your trembling hands. This has to spur something on. You walk into the classroom- skirt swaying, lips hiding your anticipation behind a smile. You ignore Professor Natsuo and make your way to Eita’s desk, plant your elbows on it and rest your chin in your hand, arch your hips up so your teacher can be teased by the sight of your soft thighs and curves, taunted by how just an inch or two of fabric prevents your panties from being flashed. (Is he looking? He has to be looking. He better be looking.) “Eita-kun,” you coo, sweet and loud enough for others to hear, “I had such a good time last night. We should do it again.” Eita’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush. You might enjoy it if you weren’t so distracted by the noise of a coffee cup slamming down and clattering on the desk behind you, if your breathing didn’t hitch so sharply at the fault in your sensei’s composure. Slowly, you straighten yourself to standing and turn around. Professor Natsuo’s face is red and flustered- jealous- when you look and his eyes are narrowed at you, his coffee spilled on the desk. You offer him a sweet blink and a sweeter smile, tilt your head so he can see the blossomed bruise tinting your throat pewter and mauve, a stormy and swirling blue. His eyes widen, his gaze darts behind you. Your smile grows. How do you like that, sensei? Your hands tremble just a little- from nerves, from excitement, from aching anticipation- and you clasp them behind your back to hide them from his gaze, lean forward and peer over his desk. “Are you okay, sir?” you ask him- chirping and so very sweet. “Do you need help cleaning that up?” He stares at you- disbelieving and still so evident in his shock, his envy. Some strangled noise chokes its way up and out of his throat whenever you flutter your lashes his way and smug amusement gathers in you as you watch his jaw tighten, his teeth grit as he tries to gather his composure once more. “No. Sit.” Oh. You’ve never heard him sound like that before. So authoritative, so stern. So hot. It’s your turn to let out a noise- something soft and almost curious, accompanied by flushed cheeks. You obey your teacher and sit down without a fuss- thighs pressing together and already growing damp, lip bitten and eyes half-shut as you watch him silently clean up the coffee. He doesn’t look at you throughout the whole lesson. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t call on you. He doesn’t smile or laugh or joke around. He’s...cold throughout the class- words iced over and posture rigid, his face holding no warmth at all. You gulp as you listen to him lecture and squirm in your seat- nerves starting to gather and grow despite the way you’re still so very wet between your thighs. You had wanted something to happen. You were determined to force anything to happen. But maybe- maybe you miscalculated. Maybe you fucked up. It’s something of a relief when the class ends. Usually, you like to linger for a few moments, like to stay just a bit longer than necessary so you can grab your teacher’s attention with a question or some sort of compliment over the lesson. Today, though? Today you shoot up from your seat without delay, begin to gather all your supplies as quickly as you can. At least...at least until he says your name. It’s firm, just a little icy. You stiffen at the sound and gulp, look back at him with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Before hearing your name part from your teacher’s lips would send you flying high, but right now...right now your skin is tingling with a giddy apprehension, your fingertips are trembling as you search his face for any hint of what’s to come. “I need to have a word with you,” Doctor Natsuo tells you- eyes boring into yours and keeping you frozen where you stand. “I, um,” you try to weakly protest, “I have to get to my next class...” “It won’t take long.” If he catches your wince, he doesn’t react to it. Professor Natsuo simply leans against his desk as the rest of the students file out- arms folded over his chest, sleeves rolled up to display thick forearms. And you? You stay rooted to the spot- heart pounding and eyes still wide, cheeks flushed and thighs damp. When the last student leaves, Professor Natsuo walks over to the door and closes it shut. Click. W-Wait- did he just- “D-Doctor Natsuo?” you squeak out. “What are you- what are you doing?” “I think I should be asking that question.” Oh, shit. Your teacher turns around slowly and the look he gives you takes your breath away. He looks angry and frustrated. He looks pissed. Pissed, but there’s- there’s something more- there’s- “What-” He takes a step toward you, you take a step back. “- do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The whimper that leaves you is equal parts anxious and needy- soft and unwanted. You probably shouldn’t find the growl in his words so hot. Your knees probably shouldn’t knock together and your pussy shouldn’t throb at the snap of young lady. But it’s- you didn’t expect him to be like this. But you- it’s- A tremble wracks through you and Professor Natsuo takes another step toward you. You bump against his desk whenever you stumble back and flinch at the wood that slams into your lower back, gasp and whimper once more when big hands fall to the table on both your sides, when your teacher brackets your trembling form and keeps you enclosed and captive. His eyes are narrowed. His cheeks are flushed. His cologne smells so nice up close, his height has your lashes fluttering and your breathing shuddering as you’re forced to tilt your head back to look up at him with wide eyes. “S- Sir?” “Don’t sir me,” he snaps, crowding closer to you. “I’ve lost my patience with you playing coy.” He’s lost his patience? Your mouth opens to shoot off something probably very stupid, but the words die as a big, cool hand finds your throat and forces your head to a tilt. The touch is beyond expected, has you crying out softly and gripping onto his shirt, almost hyperventilating. The pin prick retraction of your pupils is dramatic and so is your whimpering exhales but, god, this is not what you had expected. “You’ve been toying with me for weeks now,” Doctor Natsuo growls out, his fingers digging into the hickey on your neck. “All your short skirts and little touches, your shameless flirtations- you’ve been trying to drive me mad, haven’t you?” “Pr- Professor,” you whimper out, thighs rubbing together and a moan threatening to sound. “I just- I just wanted-” “You just wanted some attention,” he huffs out- his other hand gripping at your waist and his knee knocking your legs apart. “You wanted to see what would break me, right? That’s why you came in flaunting this today.” Your teacher’s thigh slots between yours and his fingers push deeper into your bruised flesh, his stormy eyes narrow and take in the way you shudder, how your cheeks flush even darker and your eyes start to turn just a bit glossy. A mewl leaves you- embarrassing and so needy, so helpless- and you whine softly after, try to turn your head away so he can’t see the way all your bravado and confidence is melting away into your selfish, needy, hopeless desires. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he demands- forcing your face back to him. He doesn’t look angry now- just frustrated- and your stuttered little gasp only makes his teeth grit, the way your thighs squeeze his makes his breath in sharp and deep. “Go on- tell me.” You- you can’t. You can’t deny him, can’t lie. Not now that things have finally boiled over, not now that he’s finally confronting you. Not now that you’re about to come just from the feeling of his thigh pressing against your soaked cunt. Not now that you’re so close to moaning and falling into a pleading, begging thing. “I- I had to,” you whine. “You weren’t- you wouldn’t-” “Tch.” The grip on your neck tightens and leaves you whimpering, leaves your fingers curling even tighter into your teacher’s shirt. “I was trying to be a good teacher,” Professor Natsuo grits out. “I was trying to keep from taking advantage of you.” Take advantage of you? You would laugh if it weren’t for your wettening lashes, the way your hips are aching and tightening from trying not to grind over your sensei’s thigh. “Sensei-” “Did you fuck him?” he interrupts- fingers dragging over your hickey and hand gripping your hip tighter, pulling you closer and making you whimper, tremble as your cunt is made to glide over his leg. “Don’t tell me after all this time you settled for a boy like that?” You shake your head the best you can- almost frantic with it, flushed and vaguely angry he would even insinuate that you would hook up with someone after you’ve put in so much effort toward him. “N- No! I wanted- I didn’t want- didn’t want him,” you whine, hips jerking despite yourself, a mewl leaving you whenever your teacher’s breath catches. “Sensei, please-” “Fuck.” The groan that leaves him has your lashes fluttering, your lips parting with a soft whine. The hand on your neck moves to your scalp and buries thick fingers in your hair, messes up your updo and sends your hairtie flying. He ignores the protesting noise that leaves you and looks down at you instead- eyes dark with a need that mirrors your own, nostrils flaring as his breathing turns heavy. “You are so naughty,” Doctor Natsuo growls- one hand curling his fingers into your hair, the other smoothing down your waist and to your spread legs. “Filthy little thing.” Filthy? You’re not- you’re not- The hand at your waist moves to loosen his tie and you whimper when he pops open his top button, when he shifts his hips forward and you feel his cock hard on your thigh. “Pl- please, sensei,” you breathe out in a beg- unplanned and so thoughtless, even overwhelmed. “I- I’ll be good! I won’t tell! I just want- I need-” You cut yourself off with a whine and rock against his thigh, look up at him with your wet lashes and flushed cheeks. He groans whenever you whimper and you clutch at him tighter, try to press against him. “I need you, sensei,” you plead- so soft and so desperate. “I need you. I- I promise I’ll be good. I just- I just-” You whimper once more and he groans, grips your waist and sits you on the table rough enough to make all his pens rattle and shake. He slots himself between your spread legs and buries his fingers back into your hair, presses his mouth against yours so fast and hard that it makes your whole world screech to a screaming halt. Your eyes widen and then slam shut, your body goes limp as you whimper and tremble from the way his tongue traces over your bottom lip. You allow your mouth to open and your teacher groans over it, slips his tongue inside and forces you to bend back as he presses closer toward you. Whenever he pulls his head back from yours, there’s a glistening of spit on his lips, a flush to his cheeks. You squirm under his gaze- suddenly so shy, suddenly so flustered- and whine as he stares down at you, arch your back and gasp whenever he forces your head to the side once more and presses his lips to your throat. It hurts when his teeth dig into the already tender, bruised flesh but it sends your mind reeling, has you mewling and reaching to scratch at his back. “Y- Yes! Please! Cover it! Make that mark yours!” The words fly out fast and without any thought, the begging comes from a place you didn’t realize existed within you. You don’t even realize that you mewled such a thing out until your teacher is groaning against your neck, until he’s muttering a, “Fuck- that’s a good girl” right against your throat. If you weren’t so swept up in the situation, you might feel embarrassed. But, you’re not- you’re just gasping and flushed and made even more needy from the praise, from the way your sensei’s hands drag down your sides to grip your waist. Tears blur your vision and a stuttered breath has you shaking, your nails digging deep into soft fabric and clawing over a broad back. “Doctor Natsuo please!” Another groan from your teacher and his hand slips under your skirt, his fingers push your soaked panties to the side and dip into your sopping cunt. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, curling two thick digits and making you cry out. “Hey- shh, shh. Be good. You promised you were going to be good.” Be good? Oh, fuck, you wanna be good. You bite your lip as your teacher fucks his fingers deep inside you and try so, so, so hard to stay nice and quiet and good. He watches you as you try to muffle your whimper behind your hand and you shake from the way he licks his lips, from the way his lashes lower and his gaze turns approving. “That’s it, baby,” he mumbles. “Good girl. Fuck- turn over.” Professor Natsuo backs away and you can’t quite bite back your whine whenever his fingers leave, can’t quite inject any gracefulness in the way you scramble to comply. He yanks you back whenever you’re on your stomach- has your knees knocking against his desk and your hips arching up. There’s no warning when he grabs the plush flesh of your ass and spreads your cheeks wide. Your face flushes and a soft noise leaves you, your thighs press together as you squirm and whimper. “Cute,” he murmurs, squeezing your butt roughly. “Even better than I imagined.” Imagined? Oh- oh. He- he thought of you. He fantasized about you. Sensei- sensei got off to you. Your cunny clenches and your teacher groans- low and deep and accompanied by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. When you look back over your shoulder at him, his fingers are undoing his tie and you’re left blinking in confusion as he wraps each end around his palms. “Professor...?” “Open your mouth.” You do so without hesitation- lips falling open and fingers curling against the wood of the desk. Professor Natsuo slips his tie between your lips and you whine as it digs into your cheeks, shudder whenever he gives it a tight tug. “Now be a good student for your sensei,” he instructs, gathering the tie in one hand and pulling out his cock with the other. “Quiet and good.” You nod the best you can, but it’s a promise you can’t quite keep whenever his cock nestles between your cunt’s lips, whenever the tip eases into your hole and then slams fully in. You cry out- spit wetting your teacher’s silk tie and his hand laying heavy across your ass, your head getting yanked back whenever he jerks on the tie. “What did I say?” He said- he said to be quiet and good. You have to be quiet and good. A muffled whimper leaves you and you rock your hips back, squeeze around your sensei’s cock with the softest little whine. He groans and his hips pap against you, his dick drives in deep enough to have your toes curling and your lashes fluttering. He’s- he’s big. Bigger than you thought he’d be. Bigger than you dared to imagine. The stretch is- it’s so much. But you’re so wet. You’re so needy. Tiny, strangled whimpers leave you as your professor falls into a rhythm and you shudder, do your best to fuck your hips back against him. That stops whenever he grips your waist with a grunt and you whine softly, still and let your teacher fuck you how he pleases. You take it and you love it, get pushed close to orgasm faster than ever before. You almost collapse when you come on his cock and you hiccup out a whine of pleasure, a muffled mewl of his name. Doctor Natsuo groans as your gummy insides spasm around him and his grip becomes bruising, his rocks get faster- harder. Feels so good! Feels so good! Sensei’s dick feels so good! “Shen- shensay!” “Oh, fuck- god- you’re so tight, baby. Good girl- you like sensei’s cock deep inside you? Is this what you wanted?” You whimper and nod- cheek scrubbing against the desk, cunt gripping his cock like a vice. He grunts and grabs onto your hips, forces your head up and back as the tie drags you and forces your back to arch in a tight, painful angle. Still feels good, though. Still feels like everything you wanted. You want- need- so much more. “Shoulda done this sooner,” your teacher groans out. “Shoulda- fuck!” He slams in you deep enough to have your eyes rolling back, hard enough to have your whole body shaking and your nails clawing across his desk. “C’mon, c’mon- take it- take it! Sensei is- Sensei is gonna fill you up- gonna give that needy cunt what it needs!” He’s gonna- he’s gonna- oh, god! Doctor Natsuo fucks into you faster and faster- the movements jarring you against the desk and making it rock, the jab of his cock rushing you to the height of pleasure again. You cry out as he slams into you- the tie falling from your lips as he drops it and forces you back onto the desk, slides his arms under you and grips your shoulders, fucks into you rough and deep and so, so perfectly. Warmth floods inside your pussy and you whimper as you’re filled with your sensei’s seed, twitch and come on his cock again- lashes fluttering and teeth digging into your lip to muffle your whine, honeyed insides milking his dick as if you need more. You do need more- you do. How could you have ever imagined one time would be enough to satisfy your fantasies? Your teacher pants and grinds into you- hot breath fanning over your cheek and his cock sliding out with a wet pop whenever he draws his hips back. You whimper at the loss but mewl when his fingers draw up your slit, slide back and down onto your knees as exhaustion slips over you. Fuck...fuck, did that just happen? A touch to your cheek has you looking up and you blink hazily at your sensei’s flushed cheeks, the shining and wet cock that he stuffs inside his trousers. “Satisfied?” he asks, slightly breathless and a groan hiding in his voice. “Going to be a good girl now? No more teasing sensei?” You nod, not quite thinking over the action or processing the words, only close your eyes when the slightest smile flits across his lips, when his fingers brush over your cheek and his gaze goes heavy lidded. “Sensei...” His fingers glance over your jawline and down low, stroke over your new hickey and bring a mewl. With your eyes closed, you can’t see the way his expression ripples with something hesitant and something curious, something...greedy. Strong hands help you up from the floor and you shudder as your legs tremble, press against his chest and look up at him with heavy eyes, a yearning that you can’t quite hide. He strokes your hair and it’s...nice. Unexpected from the way he reacted before, so very welcome. “...I was harsh with you.” The apologetic tone is also unexpected. Your professor seems to almost fluster, hesitates as he strokes your hair again and allows his grey gaze to look over your flushed cheeks and parted lips, the desire that you can’t quite hide. “...you were a good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and making you flush even more. “...you gonna keep being good? Not tell?” Of course you’re not going to tell. Of course you’re not going to risk this. You nod without any hesitation and you’re graced with a smile, another kiss that has you wanting to melt against him. “Then in that case...” You blink and watch as he breathes in deep, tilt your head as your heart begins to flutter in your chest. “Come over tonight. I can give you what you want properly.” He wants...he wants you to come over? He wants to fuck you again? You could swear it’s almost a smirk that forms on his face whenever your eyes widen and your breath catches. “I- I...yes, please.” He hums and he steps away- leaving you to stumble slightly and look at him in wonder, an unending adoration that you had pretended wasn’t underneath all your lust for him. “Good. But for now...” Sensei takes a deep breath and then he smiles at you- this time a bit wry, a little amused. “You’re going to be late for your next class.” Next class? Oh- oh shit! A squeak escapes you and you hurry to gather up all your stuff, shove your books in your arms and race toward the door. “Hey.” You freeze as you grab onto the doorknob and nearly tumble into it, look back toward your sensei. “I want you to call me Natsuo when we’re alone.” He- he what? Oh. Oh. You open your mouth, but the trilling of the bell cuts you off and you’re left only with the time to nod and flush, mumble out a soft, “Yes, sir” before you have to rush out the room. You head toward your next class with weak legs and cheeks red from where your sensei’s tie pulled deep into your skin, hair a mess and your teacher’s- Natsuo’s- cum dripping down your thighs. You smile as you rush off to your next class- happy and fucked, eager to see what Natsuo has in store for you later that night.

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Consider: Obi is green-red color blind

A Color by Any Other Name

Written for @aeroplaneblues for a surprise birthday gift! Many months ago she mentioned wanted to see a colorblind Obi, and I said, WELL WHAT A GOOD EXCUSE TO WRITE THIS PROMPT JOANNA GAVE ME. I hope your birthday is a good one, filled with a lot more nice surprises!

“Are you ever going to introduce me to your guard friends?” Suzu asks around a mouthful of dumpling. “Or are you embarrassed?”

To say Obi is unprepared, would be an understatement; there’s a pork bun lodged between his teeth, his gloves not only coated in pig grease but also far less effective against steam than he’d thought they’d be back when he’d just grabbed a plump little blob off the stall. He’d laughed off Suzu’s concerns about protective equipment; after all, if smiths use leather gloves, they’ve got to be just as good as an oven mitt.

They aren’t. Not to mention the roof of his mouth starting to have a real good think about peeling off and having a vacation. Maybe even with someone who doesn’t eat entire dumplings straight from the basket.

“Wha?” he manages eloquently, nearly drooling spicy meat drippings onto the street.

“I know I’m not cool like they are,” Suzu continues, warming to his new thesis. If his sudden flush of confidence is any measure, he’s spent more of time composing his arguments for this than Obi’s ever seen him work on his actual defense. “And I’m no good with a sword. Or fists. Or really any implement that isn’t a scalpel, and any opponent that isn’t already anesthetized. But I am very smart.”

There’s a thoughtful pause before Suzu adds, “Some people do enjoy that, you know.”

What Obi knows is that this kid tried this conversation on for size in front of Yuzuri, and she didn’t even bother to warn him as a courtesy. See if he buys her any more meat-on-sticks when she’s ‘left her purse in the lab’ now.

“That’s not--” he takes a hurried minute to swallow-- “not what’s happening. I didn’t...”

Even know you knew I didn’t work for the pharmacy. His teeth clamp shut around that winner, and its friend, I didn’t think you lot would want to hang out with a bunch of men without degrees. Not only would that encourage Suzu to make a scene right here, right now, but if it got back to Jirou-- well, if he thought Suzu could turn any day into a disaster, the lieutenant would make that seem like a vacation.

“I didn’t think you wanted to,” he settles on instead. Similar enough in feel, if...creatively edited. “You scholar types tend to flock together.”

“Well, sure,” Suzu murmurs, stymied, “but we’re friends too, aren’t we? If all my friends are your friends, then all your friends should be my friends.”

Only an academic could talk about arithmetic with that amount of confidence, especially the kind that involved transitive properties and letters, and all sorts of things that made Obi’s head spin.

“Well,” he hums, one boot scratching his calf. “You would know.”

Suzu whirls on him, staring down his long fox-snout of a nose. “You mean it? You’ll really...?”

“Sure. If that’s what you want.” He twitches his shoulders, more casual than he feels. “It’s fine if it’s you.”

There’s always been a lazy lilt to Suzu’s eyes, but it disappears now, all the sleepiness gone to surprise. “Me? You wouldn’t want to bring anyone else?”

“Well, definitely not Kazaha.” The glares he’d get bringing that twiggy pedant into the guardhouse might be enough to drop him dead on the spot. “And Yuzuri would be too popular.”

Suzu grimaces. “The number of admirers she’d get from a wink alone...she’d be unlivable.”

He can see it now, her ponytail bobbing with a buoyant glee, giggling through every painstaking penned line from her fan club-- “Think of all the bad poetry.”

“Honestly, that might make it worth it. At least I’ll feel better about not knowing the difference between a quartet and a quatrain.” Suzu takes a thoughtful bite of him bun. “And you couldn’t bring Shirayuki, of course.”

“Right.” Not a one of them could be trusted to keep their lips sealed; she’d hardly have to take a breath and someone would call her Obi’s lady, or ask how they met, or whether she’s still Mistress behind closed doors--

But Suzu wouldn’t know any of that. “Wait, why?”

“Well...” He has the grace to look chagrined about it, whatever it is. “You know. Her hair...?”

“Oh.” Obi shrugs. “Sure, I guess.”

“You guess?” Suzu stares. “Shirayuki has a non-zero amount of stories about being kidnapped for looking like a candied apple, and you guess there might be a fuss about bringing her ‘round to the guardhouse?”

“Well, none of you acted weird about it,” he snips, hiding his annoyance behind a bite of dumpling. “There’s no reason they will.”

“Of course no one at Lilias acted weird, Obi!” he squawks, arms flailing as he talks. “You couldn’t pay them to look at anything but their own project. But when a bunch of normal men with eyes and, uh, other working appendages see a cute girl with red hair and a soft voice, they’re gonna go crazy!”

His palm hooks around his shoulder, thumb digging into the hard knot at his collarbone. “Aw, come on. It’s not that special.”

“Not that--?” Suzu whips around, eyes round as dumplings. “Obi, she’s the only person I’ve ever seen with red hair.”

“You don’t get out much,” Obi deadpans. “No offense.”

“That’s not--” Suzu grunts, throwing up his hands-- “She’s the only person anyone’s ever seen with red hair!”

“Her dad’s is kind of red.” That observation wins him an unimpressed look, one that says you’re missing the point. “And Yuzuri had blue hair when I met her. That’s way more interesting--”

“It was dyed!” Suzu wobbles over to a wall, sitting with his head in his hands. “Shirayuki has a hair color so rare that the birth records in Clarines haven’t noted it in more than fifty years! And you think Yuzuri dying her hair with woad is more impressive.”

“Well, even her natural color is brighter than Miss’s. Not--” he waves a hand between them, quelling-- “that Miss’s hair isn’t nice enough. But I’d think that people would pay more attention to that.”

“...Brighter?” Suzu murmurs after a long moment, stilted. “Obi, could you tell me what color that sign is, right over there?”

“The one for the tea shop?” He wrinkles his nose. “Why--?”

“Just...indulge me for a moment.”

“All right.” He squints up at the moon cresting over a wolf’s head. “Blue.”

“Right, and, um, that coat over there.”

“Yellow.”

“Right.” Suzu’s voice is tight, stressed. “And what I’m wearing?”

Obi squints. This one’s a little harder, but he’s confident when he says, “Green.”

“Ah, right.” Suzu stands, a unsteady on his feet. “That would explain that, then.”

Obi blinks. “Explain what?”

“Obi,” Suzu begins, with all the gravitas of both a grim prognosis and a terrible joke. “You can’t see colors.”

It’s not the first time Obi’s played hound to his prey’s fox, but there’s something distinctly unsettling about it being Suzu that leaves him lagging behind, unsure of himself. Especially with the way he scurries through the concourse, bounding toward the mess hall with this idea caught between his teeth like chicken feathers.

“I can see colors just fine,” Obi informs him with far less confidence than he’d like. “Some of them are just hard to tell apart. Weren’t you and Yuzuri arguing yesterday about whether salmon is orange or pink?”

Suzu waves a hand at him, dismissive. “That’s different. Salmon’s both orange and pink, and what color it looks most like has to do with the composition of your eye-- and it’s pink by the way, with orange undertones--”

Between the two of them, Obi knows who he’d trust to know their colors. “Uh-huh.”

“You can’t make out red and green, which is different entirely, and--” the doors to the mess burst open beneath his hands, a noise lost in the din of a hundred scholars trying to share the same table-- “YOU GUYS WON’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST FOUND.”

The whole of Shidan’s lab-- minus the man himself-- have taken up right by the door, bags and coats piled to save them their places on the bench. Suzu makes short work of the pile on his seat, haphazardly shoving them to the floor as he sits.

Kazaha peers at him and ventures mildly, “A new way to avoid finishing your thesis?”

“No,” Suzu hums between his grit teeth, “but I have found out--”

“I don’t think we need to do this,” Obi murmurs, handing Miss her muffler. “It’s not--”

“Obi,” he intones with far more gravitas than his name has ever strictly deserved, “can’t see colors.”

“Not at all?” Kazaha turns those sharp eyes to him, like he’s a specimen under glass. “Just black and white?”

“I can see just fine,” Obi huffs, tossing Yuzuri her coat before he slides onto the bench, knee knocking into Miss’s in a way that puts his heart through its paces. “Suzu is just making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“Is that so?” he hums with a grin. “Then what color is Shirayuki’s hair?”

He stifles a sigh. It’s best to put all this to bed now, before he’s stuck playing what’s this color for the next two years. “Red.”

“What’s the point of this?” Yuzuri yawns, already bored. Obi shoots her a grateful look, glad that at least one of them isn’t going to play Suzu’s game.

It’s too bad he’s already puffed up with unearned confidence, like an evolutionist at a botany lecture. “And what’s the color of Ryuu’s cloak?”

He knows it by heart-- how could he not, when the two most important people in this city wear matching ones-- but still Obi glances up, anticipating a trick. Ryuu stares back, confused and guileless. “Blue.”

“Great, good.” Suzu’s grin stretches from ear to ear. “Now what color is your scarf?”

Obi’s fingers knot in the fabric, the weft tickling the pads of his fingers. “Well, it’s...sort of reddish, isn’t it?”

This is the wrong answer.

“It makes so much sense,” Yuzuri murmurs in wonder. “You really don’t know how ugly Suzu’s outfits are. That’s why you still hang out with him.”

“Hey!” Suzu pouts. “That’s not very nice.”

“No, that has nothing to do with color, it’s the cut.” Anxiety spikes through him. “But wait, it is red isn’t it? My scarf?”

“No,” Miss murmurs at his side, cheeks flushes. “Obi, it’s...it’s green.”

He stares down at it, trying to imagine what that might look like. “Green.”

“It looks very nice on you!” Her small fingers wrapping in the fur at his elbow. “It’s your color, really.”

“Oh, sure,” he murmurs, faint. “I guess it matches my eyes.”

“Hey, what do you mean ‘it has nothing to do with the color?’“ Suzu’s hands fly to his hips, brows drawn tight over the long line of his nose. “My clothes are just fine.”

“They aren’t.” Obi leans in next to him, grin feeling thinner than it should. “But I hang out with you anyway, which means you know we’re really friends.”

Kazaha rubs at his chin, where his ode to Shidan’s goatee is failing to thrive. “You know what this also explains?”

Obi blinks. “What?”

“All the black.”

It’s not Kazaha that says it, oh no. That would be too merciful for a mortifying moment out of his life. Instead it’s low and feminine, and when Miss Kiki leans out from the other side of Miss, it’s like a siren emerging from the depths, teeth bared to tear a man to shreds. “What an interesting thing I’ve learned today.”

“Miss Kiki! How--?” He gulps. “Why--?”

“I came to deliver a message from Wirant,” she drawls, too pleased. “And it seems I’ve earned myself a fine tip.”

“No,” he breathes. “You can’t-- you’re not going to tell Master, are you? Or Sir?”

“Oh,” she hums, looking particularly hungry for manflesh. “I certainly will.”

“Oh, there there.” Miss pats his back, the sensation lost among the dozen layers of clothing between them. “I’m sure Kiki won’t tell them, not until you’re ready! You asked her not to.”

“I think that just means,” Obi mutters, voice muffled by his arms and the wall he’s throwing himself over, “that she’ll just enjoy telling them more.”

“Ah...” He doesn’t need to see her to know her grimace. “Yes, that’s...probably right.”

He lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh. It helps a little. So does a bit of flailing.

“They won’t make a big deal out of it,” Miss says, changing tack. “It hardly changes anything! I’m sure they’ll just forget as soon as she tells them.”

He peeps one eye over his elbow. “That’s easy for you to say, you haven’t spent the last half an hour playing What’s That Color.”

“Well,” she wheedles, “they are scholars.”

Obi groans, loud and long, which doesn’t help; but it echoes out over the rooftops, returning back to him, which does.

“How...?”

Miss hesitates, a gloved finger pressed to her lips. He sighs, already braced for the onslaught-- how didn’t you know? how did you go so long without knowing your colors? how do you find people if you can’t even tell what hair color they have--?

“How did you notice?”

Obi lifts his head, unblinking. “What?”

“How did you notice?” Miss repeats, more firmly this time. “You’ve spent your whole life this way, haven’t you? It must have taken something really special to realize there was more than what you see.”

“Uh.” It’s nice that it’s darker here, that it’s cold. He has perfect legitimate reasons to be flushed. “Well, it was Suzu really. He mentioned that--” his teeth clamp down around his words, not letting them out without a hasty edit-- “that people think your hair’s pretty special, and I said I didn’t get why...”

Miss stiffens beside him, a statue that breathes, and he hastily adds, “Not that you aren’t special, Miss. It’s just, the red...”

“Right.” The words comes out stilted, strange. “You can’t see it. You actually...haven’t ever seen it.”

A silence settles on them like a wool blanket; not one of those nice ones at the castle, or the fleecy ones Miss stockpiles like one day the North might run out of sheep, but the itchy, coarse-woven ones of his childhood. Uncomfortable and smelling faintly of animal.

“So,” he coughs, fixing his gaze out over the city. “What did Kiki want?”

“Oh...” Miss shifts, mouth pulling into a guilty grimace. “She came to tell me that the Queen Dowager has invited me to dinner. Tomorrow night.”

His brows raise. “Well, well.”

“Don’t,” she murmurs, head giving the barest shake. “It’s not like that.”

“Are you sure?” He shouldn’t press, but if he doesn’t, no one else will. “After you told Master--”

“I told him a list of reasons why I thought I would be a better ally as a friend, and not as a...” Miss loses steam, letting her words sigh into the air. “I’d like to believe this has to do with my work with Phostyrias.”

He watches her, careful. “But do you?”

“I don’t know,” she says, which is as good as any no.

Obi’s barely stepped into the Protector’s solar when Master asks, “What color is my jacket?”

His head swivels, delivering a glare so flat carpets would be jealous. Miss Kiki only hums, shoulder lifting in a disinterested shrug. “I said I was going to tell them.”

Fair enough.

“It’s blue,” he deadpans, flopping onto the cushiest divan. He’s too long for it, his boots spilling off one arm a idling over the floor. “Apparently I can see that one just fine.”

According to Miss, at least; she’d unearthed a slip of a book from the university’s library, outlining the limits of his sight. Little Ryuu had pored over it for a day before showing up at his door, flushed faced and nervous.

Garrack always told me I had nice eyes, he’d admitted, lingering at the threshold. I was hoping you could see them.

Cross as he is about the whole thing, Obi can’t regret that. He might not have Miss’s hair, or Suzu’s coat-- thankfully-- but Ryuu’s eyes would always look true to him.

“But not red.” Master’s mouth twitches, far too entertained. “Or green.”

“I do see them,” he protests. “They just...don’t look very different to me.”

Just another shade of yellow and brown, if those books are right. Which they are, since he’d always thought so. Subtly different, like the way Suzu and Yuzuri fought over salmon, or Master and Miss Kiki would dither over chartreuse. Just enough that he’d been able to eke by on keeping his mouth shut and a fondness for black.

Still, there’s nothing worse than finding out something new about yourself this late in the game. Especially when--

“What about the curtains?” Master inquires. “Can you see those?”

--Especially when it’s so endlessly entertaining to everyone else. “I can see them,” he grumbles, sinking further into the cushions. “Just because I can’t see some colors doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

“Then what about the note?”

Obi rolls his gaze to where Sir perches at his desk. “Huh?”

“To our red-haired guest.” Sir coughs, a flush working its way up his neck. “It’s just-- you wrote that.”

“Oh, His Grace told me that one.” A lifetime ago, it seemed. “‘The red-haired girl, you’ll know her when you see her, I’m sure.’“

Master winces. Obi can admit his talent doesn’t lie with impressions, especially ones of dour old men.

“Right,” Sir presses, voice oddly tight. “But you don’t see-- I mean, how could you find a girl that looks just like everyone else?”

“Ah...” He grimaces, scrubbing at the top of his head. “Well, I just looked for the girl who didn’t belong. It--” he hesitates, suddenly aware of Master’s eyes on him-- “didn’t take very long.”

Master’s frown belongs above one of those prie-dieu, to remind penitents that forgiveness isn’t absolute. “What is that supposed to--?”

“So what does she look like?” No one could say that after a decade of dedication, Miss Kiki doesn’t know how to do her job; she deflects Master’s brewing sour mood with the ease of a professional. “What does her hair look like to you?”

“Uh.” He clears his throat, tugging at his collar. “I wasn’t lying when I said I bought my scarf to match...”

There is a stillness to the room that is too much, too pitiful. Much as he hated it, Obi would much rather be a joke than a charity case.

“Huh,” Sir grunts, gaze still fixed to his neck. “Now I wonder what we all look like to you.”

“Well, I sort of wonder what you all look like to yourselves.” Obi let a sigh float wistfully through his lips. “At least I know that me and Miss still have the same eyes.”

There’s silence again, but this one buzzes, filled with words no one dares to say.

“What?” he laughs, nervous, pulling himself upright. “Don’t we?”

Sir grimaces. “Ah, Obi...”

Miss is quiet when they walk the walls home that night, the winter stillness making the silence and heavy as any drift. Her mouth is pursed, not with anything like anger, but something closer to consideration. As if there’s words back there she’s sorting through, trying to compose a thought that just won’t come.

Well, she should know: she won’t get anywhere if she doesn’t air a few of them out to look at. “Something wrong, Miss?”

She blinks, shaken out from wherever she gone away. Her mind palace, maybe. Suzu’d told him about those once, with busts and painting and curtained alcoves. What she’d do with a place like that, he couldn’t imagine, but if anyone asked, he’d put his money on hers having apothecary drawers instead, and gardens too. The kind with half crumbled walls, ivies curled around every stone. Cluttered desks piled high with books, and one of them with curtain drawn to let its owner nap the afternoon away.

“Oh,” she breathes, finally. “No, no. Nothing’s, um, wrong. I was just...thinking.”

He lifts a knowing brow. “So something is wrong.”

“That’s not what I said,” she informs him, primly. “I was going over my meeting with Haruto, and...”

Her lips snap shut around the words, distress narrowing her eyes. “And...?”

“She didn’t know about my work,” Miss huffs, arms wrapping tight around her chest. “Or, she did, but only what Zen had told her. Which...”

Was far less than the whole of it. He’d heard that part of her argument that night, try as he might not to. “So she invited you as Zen’s ally?”

“No.” The word is colder than any he’s ever heard fall from her lips. “That I wouldn’t mind-- I’m still trying to be his ally, after all, and if she saw me as an asset...” She shook her head. “No, she wanted to meet his...paramour, even if she didn’t say as much.”

Obi grimaces.

“And even that wouldn’t be so bad if...” Miss took a deep, steeling breath. “When I came in, after all the curtsies and pleasantries, she said, your hair is just as red as he said it was.” Her knuckles are white where they wrap around her elbows. “All those years, all those letters, and the only thing he thinks to tell his mother is that my hair...”

The rest is lost in a sigh, a cloud of mist swirling off the wall.

“It must really be something,” Obi deadpans, gaze following it off the edge. “Since it makes all these people forget how smart you are.”

She’s watching him; he can feel it as she sidles up to where he stands, hands unclenching from her arms and splaying on the crenellations instead. “Obi, you really can’t...?”

Miss hesitates, falls silent. He lets her; she’s put enough words in the air to sort through, and now all she needs is time. Obi’s happy to give it to her.

Especially since there’s a rabbit down there in the dark. A small one, moving slow, hind legs churning like clockwork winding up. It’s nose digs into the snow, snuffling around, searching--

“Can you really see better?” Miss asks, startling him back to the wall. “In the dark, I mean. That book said you could.”

“Well, after the past couple days, I’m a little shaky on what’s normal.” He jerks his chin over the edge. “Can you see the rabbit down there? Right by that sapling?”

She blinks, pressing in close. “The what? It’s just...dark out there.”

“Well,” he says, grin tight on his lips. “There’s your answer.”

Miss settles back on her heels, one hand already cupping her chin. “It makes sense. Without the distraction of color, your movement tracking must be much more acute...”

Obi only half-manages to stifle a laugh. “Seems like it definitely distracts everyone else.”

Miss goes quiet; almost too quiet, enough to make his teeth sit on edge. The seconds tick by, and Obi might play at patience, but it’s not in his nature. He glances down, just from the corners of his eyes, but Miss is already watching him, eyes strangely shuttered.

“Obi,” she says, so clear his name rings in his ears. “You don’t...? My hair, it’s not...” Her mouth works, quiet, before she manages, “It’s not anything to you?”

Anything special, she means. Because that’s what he said so stupidly last night, nothing special.

She’d tied it up tonight, finagling the strange looping knots that were partial to the queen’s court, but already some of it’s worn loose, slipping from its pins. “It is,” he murmurs. “I like it.”

She huffs, unimpressed. “But you can’t see it, not really.”

“Of course I can see it,” he laughs, weary. “Maybe not the color, but that’s fine. I like it because it’s yours.”

She ducks her head, and Obi might not be good at colors, but he can see her cheeks flush in the lamplight.

“Miss.” Her gaze lifts to his, no longer shuttered, just full. “Can I ask you something?”

Her breath catches. “Anything.”

“Be straight with me,” he pleads. “We do have the same eye color right?”

“Obi!” Miss‘s laughter bubbles bright with betrayal as she hops down the stairs after him. “Obi, please--”

“Let me grieve, Miss,” he grumbles, hands shoved in his pockets. “I’ve been a real champ about the rest, but let me have this.”

“Obi!” She catches him round the wrist, mouth twitching as she turns to him. “Is it really so bad that they’re gold?”

“No,” he mutters sullenly, shoulders slumped enough that with two stairs between them, they’re nearly the same height. “It’s just...”

Her eyes flutter wide with curiosity. “Just...?”

“It’s fine enough that they’re unique.” He spits the word with more venom than it deserves. “I just I wanted this one thing in common.”

“In common?” Miss blinks. “You mean, me and...?”

Obi would lay down his life for his mistress, but even she can’t ask him to do this, to lay down his pride for her to walk on.

“Oh!” She flusters, limbs fluttering in the air between them. He’s half-tempted to turn away again, but she grabs his face and holds him steady, her cold, slender fingers caught behind his jaw. “Just-- just one moment...”

“Miss?” he wheezes. This is entirely too close, too much--

“Yes!” He breath flutters over his lips, her own parting in a celebration of teeth. “That’s it. I see it. There’s a little, right there.”

He blinks. “A little what, Miss?”

Her teeth flash around the word, “Green.”

It’s cruel to throw a starving dog a bone, but he snaps it up anyway, heart nearly clogging up his throat with hope. “D’you mean it? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Really,” she promises, her nod serious and officious as any she might give Little Ryuu. “There’s a thread, right around the middle. Green. Just like mine.”

“Oh.” His own hands raise, leather muting the feel of her skin, but-- Master always told him about the red thread that bound him and Miss together, that drew them toward their fated meeting, but this-- Obi will take this too. “Thank you, Miss.”

She smiles, eyes shining bright in the lamplight. “No, Obi, it’s my pleasure.”

Not much different between green and red to him, anyway.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #ans #this request has been sitting in my box since 2017 #when i FIRST started joking about this au #and i always meant to get around to it #but obviously my last few years have been filled with some things that have perhaps kept me #from being able to do all the things I meant to 🤣#but once Anne brought this up again #I knew i had a very good excuse to finally get this thing out in the world #AND HERE IT IS #it takes place some amount of time after the current arc

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thevoidfishsminstrel · 3 years

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“Hey!” Kara frowned, picking up the pillow that had just hit her in the head and hugging it to her chest.

Alex flopped down on the other end of the couch with a bottle of beer. “Stop staring at the door like a puppy then. Your gay is showing.”

Kara sputtered. “Wha- I’m not-”

Alex just raised an eyebrow and Kara sunk down further into the couch.

She pouted. “I’m not gay anyway.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Alright, sorry but ‘your pan is showing’ just sounds like I’m talking about the mess in your kitchen.”

“Well you try scrubbing it! I told you - it didn’t even come off with superspeed!”

Alex laughed and shook her head. “Well that’s your own fault for trying to make pancakes with laservision.”

Kara grumbled and pushed at Alex’s thighs with her toes. Alex slapped at them and when that didn’t stop her, tickled the soles of her feet. Kara shrieked and fell off the couch with a thud, pouting down into the floor as Alex laughed. At least the pillow still clutched to her chest had somewhat softened the blow to her floorboards.

Alex rested her feet on Kara’s back in retribution. “Anyway, stop trying to change the subject.”

Kara sighed and turned her face to the side so she could talk without inhaling dust. She really needed to vacuum. “What subject? You threw a pillow at me and then made fun of my cooking skills.”

“More like lack thereof. But that’s not what I’m talking about - I’m talking about you being all dumb and in love with Lena.”

Kara’s sputtering turned into a coughing fit as it unsettled some dust. Alex was no help. “I don’t- I’m not in love with Lena!”

She could feel Alex rolling her eyes from the floor. “Kara, your crush can be seen from space. I bet everyone on Mars knows about it.”

“Not fair - they can mindread.”

Alex prodded her heels into Kara’s back. “Not the point. Why don’t you just ask her out?”

Kara sighed. “She doesn’t like me like that.”

Alex’s tone softened a little. “What makes you say that?”

She sighed and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling and hugging the pillow to her chest. Alex replaced her feet on Kara’s stomach. “She gives the best cuddles when we have movie nights, and we hug and stuff when I go to her office for lunch, and one time I accidentally kissed her on the cheek as I was leaving but she seemed happy so I do that sometimes now. But she never kisses me, and whenever we’re at game night or around other people she’s not quite as cuddly and our hugs don’t last as long.”

“Your hugs are shorter around us?”

Kara ignored her. “And sometimes I say ‘I love you’ - ‘cause friends say that to each other too, right?” She glanced at Alex but didn’t wait for a reply. “And she’ll say it back, but she never just says it to me first. And I always tell her how good and smart and amazing she is - ‘cause she is and she gets all cute and blushy and she does that scrunchy smile when I do. Anyway… I know she cares about me too and we’re best friends and she does say nice things too, but not like I do.”

Alex was uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. “Well maybe she just communicates differently.”

Before Kara had too long to ponder that, her front door opened and she sat up excitedly, dislodging Alex’s feet and almost making her slide off the couch too in the process. “Lena!”

Lena smiled at her over the couch and closed the front door. “Sorry I’m late - we had an issue down in one of the labs.”

Kara sprang up, stepping over a grumbling Alex, and rushed over to where Lena was hanging up her coat beside the door. “No, no it’s fine. Alex and I were just talking.”

“Oh yeah?” Lena unwrapped the scarf from around her neck with a smile. “What about?”

“Hm? Oh. Um…” She adjusted her glasses nervously. “Just this cute puppy I saw earlier.”

“Oh! That reminds me.” Lena reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, swiping through it before turning it to show Kara the screen with a grin. “He was sitting outside L-corp when I left.”

It was a picture of an extremely fluffy white puppy, panting happily up at the camera, wearing a supergirl bandana.

Kara gasped, taking the phone from Lena to look more closely at the adorable ball of fluff. “He’s so cute! I can’t believe CEO Lena Luthor stopped to take a picture of a cute dog. Everyone’s going to think you’ve gone soft.”

She laughed, shrugging. “If it makes Kara Danvers smile I think it’s worth it.”

Kara beamed at her and pulled her into a hug. Lena melted into it and Kara couldn’t help but hold on a little tighter at the feel of Lena in her arms.

Alex wandered up to them and cleared her throat, breaking them out of their little bubble. She smiled warmly and hugged Lena but Kara would have called it more of a quick squeeze than a proper hug. Clearly Kara’s hugs were superior.

“Good to see you, Lena.”

“You too, Alex.” She held up a plastic bag and wiggled her eyebrows at Kara. “Now who wants potstickers while we watch?”

“You brought me potstickers?!” Kara lit up like the puppy in the photo. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Alex scoffed, taking the bag into the kitchen to unload them and divide them into bowls. (They’d learnt long ago that if they didn’t Kara would eat them all and leave none for the others. A few of Lena’s always seemed to somehow make their way into Kara’s bowl though.) “Oh please - she bought you an office full of flowers and an entire media company. Just accept it.”

They both blushed as Alex ignored them and took her bowl into the living room, flopping down on the couch and turning on the TV.

Their monthly movie night would normally have included Kelly but she was visiting James and so it was just the three of them.

Lena picked up the remaining two bowls, sneakily redistributing them and handing Kara the one with extra.

Kara smiled dopily at her. “I missed you.”

She laughed. “We had lunch together.” But she brushed their fingers together, squeezing Kara’s pinky affectionately before they moved to join Alex.

———

It had been Kara’s turn to choose the movie and so they watched Lilo and Stitch, much to Lena’s amusement and Alex’s chagrin. But the whole time, Kara couldn’t help but think about what Alex had said.

Lena stayed cuddled up beside her, not quite like when they were alone, but always close. At the moments she knew made Kara laugh, she’d grin and bump their shoulders together. When a bit where Kara would cry was coming up, she’d lean a little closer, tangling their fingers and giving three little squeezes.

And then Kara began to think about all the other little gestures. Fingers brushing as they walked side by side, intertwining on top of a table, running through her hair after a hard fight. Hands running down her arms as they part from a hug, over her shoulders as she passes behind her chair, flexing at her side as they stand too close but not close enough. A thumb brushing over her knuckles with understanding, over her forearm with empathy, over her cheek with affection.

When they first met, Lena would give a polite handshake at most. Lena may not initiate hugs very often but she always melted into them. She may not be entirely comfortable around other people but she always gravitated towards Kara in a room and let down her walls when they were alone. Lena may not say ‘I love you’ but she showed it in a thousand little gestures. In flowers, and a media company, and tickets to shows Kara rambled to her about. In her favourite foods, her favourite places, pictures of her favourite animals, just to make her smile. In the way she clears time in her CEO’s schedule to have lunch or watch movies or just listen, like even the small things are important. Like Kara’s important.

Alex left soon after the end of the movie, claiming she had promised to video call with Kelly. Lena cleared away their bowls and drinks while Kara sat, lost in thought.

“Kara?”

She blinked herself out of the daze, looking up at Lena who came to sit beside her, immediately tangling their hands together.

“Is everything alright?”

She smiled and squeezed Lena’s hand in reassurance. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Lena tilted her head, a strand of hair falling from behind her ear, eyes filled with patient curiosity and care. “About what?”

Kara reached out and gently tucked the hair back behind her ear, trailing her hand softly across Lena’s jaw. “About how I’m in love with you. And that I’m hoping you might just be too.”

Lena’s fingers twitched in her hand, heart thumping in her chest and breath hitching in her throat.

Kara brushed her thumb over Lena’s cheek, waiting for Lena to make the next move, to show her how she wanted to be loved.

Lena ducked her head, bringing her other hand to play with Kara’s fingers as a blush rose on her cheeks and a shy smile spread across her face. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

Kara smiled. “Always.”

She looked up and bit her lip. “I think that I love you too. And that I’d really like to kiss you now if that’s alright.”

Kara brought her hand up to cup Lena’s other cheek as Lena’s hands slid around her waist. “I think that would be more than alright.”

Butterflies exploded in her chest at the feel of Lena’s lips against her own and warmth ran through her, down to her fingertips. Their kiss was broken by the joy bubbling up inside them, smiles too wide to continue.

They rested their foreheads together and Kara hoped more than anything that this would be her last first kiss. Because she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning how to love and be loved by Lena Luthor.

#supercorp #a ‘lotl writing

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 3 years

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Could I request the reader being a seamstress and she makes clothes for the bayverse boys similar to the rottmnt fashion bit?🤗

I was thinking about how chilly they must get sometimes and not having big enough clothes to layer up besides raphs knitting

I'm really sorry this has taken me so long to get to and I'm also really sorry that I'm not familiar with rottmnt at all, but I can do a version of this if that's ok too?

Leo

You've been working on this thing for a while now and it's almost perfect

it's a kimono style dressing gown

Leo always complains he's too cold in the mornings while he's drinking his coffee

it's practically a morning ritual

so you decided to do something about it

partially because you care about him and also because Raph has smashed two coffee mugs with his bare hands from how annoyed he is that Leo always complains about being cold

it's a beautiful dressing gown

white fabric with little royal blue illustrated roses all over it

you'd put your heart and soul into it

so the next morning after you stay over you decide to wait until it's time

Leo sips his coffee and gives a little shiver

"Damn, why'd we choose to live in a sewer again. Heat rises so it's the fucking coldest down here-" this was his usual monologue about the temperature

"Well, I have just thing thing then" you pull out a gift bag and hand it to him

he smiles while opening it and then his eyes widen as he pulls out the kimono you made him

"do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Where did you find one big enough for me?"

you tell him how actually you made it and had to guess the measurements a little bit but you can always adjust it if it doesn't quite fit over his shell

he looks at you with such pride in his eyes as he puts it on before going to find a mirror

it's clear how much he loves it and he wears it every morning without fail

Raph

What's the one thing that pisses Raph off more than anything?

how many damn pairs of pants he's split because of those watermelon crushing thighs of his

it's a constant battle o work out as much as possible but also not destroy every pair he owns

so you come up with a little plan

you spend all of your free time sewing as many pairs of stretchy, comfortable pants in a yoga pants style as you can for him

just as you're done you hear it

"god fucking damn it!"

he comes into the bedroom and you see the damage

he's split his most recent pair right down the butt

he slams the bedroom door shut and he turns around to look in the mirror

"I swear, I swear we spend more money on pants than anything else in this godforsaken home! it's the dead lifts that did me in this time. Fucks sake"

you giggle a little because it's an exaggeration but it's not too far from the truth

"babe, this might help then"

you hold up the last pair you just finished sewing

they were great, elasticated material in a camo print with deep red stripes down the side

"Darling, you're a life saver!"

you tell him that you're not done there

revealing the 5 other pairs of pants you sewed (ranging from reds to blacks to other cool prints) he grins at you

"it's like Christmas has come early"

he's thrilled and you can tell

from now on he's most stylish out of his brothers every time they train or work out

Mikey

So Mikey has a small obsession as of late

it's your own fault, really, you're the one who let him watch mission impossible

but it's those damn black gloves they wear while spying in the movie

he thinks they're the coolest thing ever

but, alas, his hands are not like those of a humans so he can't get a pair

you catch him humming the mission impossible them tune as he does every day things

it's getting to be a little annoying to the others but you think it's cute

so you decide to make him a pair

you find the best quality faux black leather that you can

and tell him that you're doing an arm project that involves one of his hand prints so you can get a good estimate at the size you're gonna need

he's happy to oblige

after a couple weeks of secret sewing you're finally done

"hey, Tom Cruise, I have a surprise for you!"

he's immediately interested.

you always give such good surprises and presents so you've got his full attention now

you whip out the pair of gloves you made him and he gasps

"they're! They're exactly what I wanted! thank you so much, sugar bear!!"

the next few weeks are full of Mikey doing every day tasks but calling them "missions" because he's wearing the gloves

also more of the theme song being hummed very loudly

Leo told you that you never should have made them for him because it's driving them all insane

you think it was worth it to see that look on his face

Donnie

Donnie spends so much of his free time in his lab

it's one of his favourite hobbies and you love that for him

you call him your little mad scientist which he adores

but what does every mad scientist need?

a good lab coat

so you set to work

it's going to be a birthday present for him, you decide

he's always loved the clothes you made for yourself so why not let him share in the fun

it's an excellent coat

loads of pockets and it would cover his shell well and go down past his knees

white fabric, of course, but, embroidered on the front would be his name in purple thread with the words "resident mad scientist" underneath

his birthday comes around and you want to be the first to give him his present

so you wake him up, not too early he needs his sleep, on the day of his birthday with a kiss

you tell him to close his eyes as you place a gift bag on his lap

he immediately smiles and tells you that you didn't have to get him anything

but the huge grin tells you that he's happy you did

when he opens it and pulls out the coat he's in shock

"for me? Really?"

it's quite clear that he is thrilled with it, mainly because he tells you that he is about 17 times

he wears it every day in his lab and always apologies when he gets chemicals or stains on it but you tell him that's what it's for

there are some days where he just doesn't take it off because he says it's too comfortable

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #seamstress

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jinnwenhe · 3 years

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regarding romance!

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Used artwork credits

Hop

Bede

Leon

Raihan

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———☆️

Hop🍀

It started as the cliché love story about falling in love with your very own bestfriend

Which, actually turned out great??

His Zacian/Zamazenta loves you as much as it's trainer does, and is willing to protect you from anything

Probably because it observed Hop being protective over you, and proceeding to do the same

Sure it might took a toll on him when you defeated him on the championship semi-finals, but he wanted you to be happy more than anything

He's such a sweetheart even if he doesn't show it much

The type to appreciate small little things, especially when it comes from you

"Let's camp together!!"

You camped together

He got chased by a wild steelix whilst trying to gather data for his research later

His Zamazenta/Zacian was busy playing with your own legendary

*from the distance* "GAH! HELP!"

You ran after him and calmed down the wild steelix

Then you walked to him and checked if he got any wounds or scratches, which leads you to cupping his face gently with a worried look on your face

Hop's blushing

He's freaking out inside

You didn't notice the tint of blush dusting his cheeks,which gradually reddens with each second that passes

"im okay, dont worry" he tried his best reassuring you

Even though he's blushing, he proceeded to press his forehead gently against yours, closing his eyes and smiling

oh no he's cute

You're blushing

haha blushy reader

You let him do his thing, its somewhat calming

He's warmm

His hands are calloused, different from yours; you just remembered this when he placed his hand on top of yours while you were checking for his wounds from before

This just shows how much he's been working off to reach the champion title

And yet he's completely alright with you taking the spotlight

After all, you're his shining star

And he wouldn't have it in any other way

You let him borrow your champion cape

And he lets you borrow his labcoat

It fits just right with you! And it got his scent, which calms you down whenever you're feeling anxious

When you wear his labcoat, you're 1000000000% irresistible to his eyes

"Don't be so adorableee" he said as he pulled you into a hug and burying his face in your neck

You only laughed softly at his reaction. He was blushing too,,,

You often waited for him to finish his lab work, even if it's until late hours

He's a really hard worker, no wonder he stayed until late

"Im sorry for making you wait"

He looks exhausted, but tried his best to pull a bright smile, not wanting to worry you

You only gave him a warm hug, which surprised him at first before he hugs you back and proceed to walk you to your house

💓💓💓 < your heart

Comfort time

There's usually some jerks who'd tease you for being the champion, or flirt with you in an impolite way

If Hop caught on to this, he would politely ask them to leave

If they still dont understand, his legendary comes out of his pokeball and growl at them

He'd ask them one more time to stop bothering you, but this time, with a menacing smile that says "stay here any longer and you wont get to see another daylight"

Then he'd check up on you, asking if you're alright, if they did anything to you or whatnot

Hed wrap his arms around your waist and drape his labcoat over you, because he knows his labcoat always manages to calm you down

"It's okay, you're okay, everything is alright now, c'mere"

You let him hug you as you feel safe around him, and you two stayed in that position until you feel alright again

💕💕

———☆️

Bede🍰

He's not the best at showing affection but at least he tries

You help him come out with quizzes for his gym challenge

And sometimes joke about the poses he makes when practicing

Sometimes, he gets reminded that you're the champion of Galar and he's way out of your trainer level

Which actually motivates him to become the strongest gym leader there is by pushing past his limits

"I'll show you how strong fairy types can be"

He said to himself as he was thinking about you

People kept misunderstanding fairy types after all, and thats a big mistake

You appreciate his efforts in maxing out his strength, and you show it by coming to his fairy stadium whenever he battles a challenger

You texted him "good luck, I'll be cheering 4 u!❤️❤️👍" before his matches start

And you looked at his direction after sending the message

He has just gotten your message, and opened it

Which leads to him blushing furiously as he covers his face with one of his hands

He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure, only to fail miserably when he saw you looking at his direction with pure ambition and determined eyes as you grinned happily

All that i could say is, he's red as a beet

He wont lose this match, not when you're watching him.

He puts extra effort when you're watching his match, and made sure not to slip up. It'd be embarrassing if he did.

Opal notices this and only smiled seeing her successor acting out of his place whenever you're around

Opal knows something that you dont, and that's Bede's feelings for you

After his match ended, his Hatterene walked towards your direction, pulling you into a tight hug

You were surprised, but apparently Hatterene has grown to like you ever since she first met you

And when you look at Bede's direction, he was looking away with his arms crossed infront of his chest, visibly drowning in embarassment

,,,you wondered, is Bede projecting on his Hatterene or what,

Yes, yes he is

So you asked him if he also wants a hug, which of course he answered with "Why would i want a hug from someone like you? That'd be an insult to me"

You let go of Hatterene and hugged him anyways

He flinched when you hugged him, not knowing where to put his hands and just let them stay still in a defensive pose

Hatterene watched with a smile from behind you, seeing her master in such a flustered state was truly something new for the Pokemon

Not long after, Bede finally let his arms wrap around your waist, giving in to his subconscious and just hug you

he wanted to hug you anyways so thats a win win situation

You were actually surprised when he hugged you back

He smells nice!! Like perfume?? Cologne?? Floral scent

His Hatterene decided to join in and wrapped her arm around you both, making you all hug even more tightly

Bede cant handle this well.

No, not at all.

His face was really red and its hot— in all honesty, its cute, but he was burning

"Why do you have to embarrass me like this?"

You buried your face in his neck, which startled him as he couldn't think at all

"Y-you!!"

He feels nice and soft, so you're not planning to let go any sooner, likewise with Hatterene.

Bede's mind: ASDFGHJKL????—GODDAMMI—

OKAY NOW COMFORT TIME

His true nature would come out when you're not feeling yourself or when people would makw you feel like shit

"Hey.."

His face shows concern, but it still his usual look of coldness— however, his actions are warm despite his cold features

He'd let you wear his coat as he battles anyone who dared to hurt you

"Are you alright now..?"

He cupped your face and made you look at his face, swiping off the tears that stained your face with his thumbs delicately

He hated seeing you cry, and he'll try better next time to make sure you didn't cry

———☆️

Leon🌟

He's kind at all but sometimes he's just... "???????"

Training!! Dates!!

More like battle tower dates because he really admires your strength as a champion

Occasionally, he'd visit your house and check up on you, wondering if you're free for the day for "quality time"

At first, he was surprised to see one of the legendaries answering the door for you

And he couldn't resist to ruffle it's hair

your legendary on the other hand was kind of irritated by it

So it let out a displeased howl

Which leads you to come down stairs and see who is it

"L—leon?"

He looked up and greet you with a goofy grin as your legendary returned to your side, walking with you

He treats you like a gentleman, and sometimes is very strict with your training regimen

In which you usually whine about because you're the current champion and you have no business listening to him

But he'd swoon you with lovely words

And you would easily fall for it

you hate this

You hate him

No you dont

You love him, you could never hate a goofball like him anyways

Hey did i ever mention Leon's sense of direction is shitty

You went on a date in Wyndon a couple of times and he still gets lost everytime

"Ah!! Hey—....."

"Im lost again aren't i?"

He tried to find his way back to you but got surrounded by paparazzis

Even if he's not the current champion

You saved his butt since he couldn't say no to the people and his fans

He said thank you and hugged you, lifting you up to the air before pulling you close to him

This only made you laugh softly as you hugged him back, letting your fingers comb his thick lavender like hair

His body is warm and comforting, you really like his cuddles and hugs

He came into your house one time when you didn't answer his calls or messages, only to find you drown in your anxiety and self loathing

He pulled you in his arms and let you cry on his shoulder until you're all done and alright again

He'd draw circles over your back and tell you reassuring words— tell you that you're more than enough and he's grateful to have you here, alive and well

Your Zacian/Zamazenta got out of it's pokeball and helped you in calming you down too by giving you small licks on your knee

It'd whine whenever you're sad and climb onto your bed, nudging your arm afterwards as if it's asking what's wrong

You're lucky to have them both whenever you need them the most, and they're lucky to have you

———☆️

Raihan 🐲

It's finally the Character y'all been waitin for, dragon boi coming through

Okay serious talk here— Raihan is TALL

His hoodies makes you look smaller than you already are

You tried copying his "Gaooo~" pose a couple of times while wearing his hoodie

Its cutest thing he has ever seen his entire life

It makes him melt everytime

Okay aside from that, he's gentle and laid back, even if his personality is quite the opposite when he's on battle

He's cLINGY ASF

Don't forget his fangs, never forget his fangs

You're actually curious about his fangs since the first day you saw him

And he lets you touch it whenever you like

Youre still curious, because what the hell, its so cool

The first day you saw him after defeating him in a match and gain your gym badge, he immediately took an interest in you and your strength

"Hey Challenger!"

He called you before you tried to take your leave, gaining your attention

He then asked you if you want to practice with him next time, and have a rematch when you've become the champion

You agreed and exchanged numbers

What can i say, he spams you like?????? A lot

And casually sends you pictures of him and his duraludon

You love his dragons, especially flygon

Flygon loves you too, and one time it wanted to come with you

Raihan lets you keep his Flygon and you send him pictures of you with it

He sends emotes of duraludon crying, wanting to join you and your fun trip with Flygon to grab the Champion title

After you took the Champion title, Raihan greeted you with a big hug

And you hug him back with no hesitation

"Congratulations, may i have a selfie with the new Champion?"

He asked in a teasing manner, letting you down on your feet as you nodded

You took a selfie selfwith him numerous times before he posted it to his social media

He captioned 'First person to get a selfie with the new Champion'

He took pride in that, and some of his fans were jealous that you managed to get a selfie with him

From that day onwards, he'd have casual selfies with you, sometimes hilarious one and sometimes its just for showing off

You didn't mind it really, he's a celebrity anyways, so you understand why he does that

"Hey.. do stars have feelings"

It was three am what the fuck Raihan

You squinted at your screen seeing his message

"Why in the Galar would you be awake, dear Dragon tamer?"

You answered him

And immediately he answered "oh? The Champion is awake?"

You guys didn't sleep afterwards and was sending streaks of blurry selfies

It was fun and helped you cheer up

You got some of his blurry pics that he captioned "party rock in the house" when clearly its just him and his pokemons

What a goofball pt.2

You love him anyways shut up

Haha smol reader pt.2

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