#i hope to table in person next year ahhh

[cryptcutiee]

Karma Is My Boyfriend

Pairing: Leon Kennedy X Reader (gender neutral) Synopsis: In search of good karma, you do a random act of kindness by paying for the coffee of whoever comes in behind you. That person ends up being a rather attractive man. Tags: Fluff, Comfort Warnings: Use of pet names (sweetheart, sweet thing), age gap (if you squint) Song: Karma - Taylor Swift Word Count: 1.6K Author's Notes: Ahhh hello Tumblr! I haven't posted any writing in a very long time. This is my very first fic on this account, but I do have more in the works. So if you want to see more from me or a part 2 to this, lmk! This is my first x reader story in years so comments and feedback is appreciated!

The day had barely started, yet everything that could go wrong was going wrong. Alarms you set decided not to go off. You had burned your breakfast. The hot water in your shower lasted a total of two minutes before it plunged you into an ice-cold drizzle. Clothes you wanted to put on had mysteriously vanished into thin air. You had dressed in attire you didn't want to wear when it started to rain as you were leaving. It was a bunch of little things adding up to a horrible morning. That didn't bode well for your luck today, which made you worry. Today was significant. You were waiting to hear back from that apartment complex. You needed to get approved for it. The current studio you were living in was crap, and this place would be a major upgrade. With how your day was going, your hope was at an all-time low.

This is how you found yourself standing across the counter from your best friend at the local coffee shop. They were a barista here, and although gossiping on work hours should be frowned upon, they always had time for you. Besides, it seemed slow today. Nobody was in line, and the few patrons lingering around were sitting at tables chatting or working. So you vented about your entire morning as your friend took down your coffee order. You got your usual which was no surprise. With the way your day was going, why would you try something new?

Your friend's eyebrows quirked up at how much of a nightmare your morning had been. "Sounds like you're having a bad energy day."

You leaned against the counter with a deadpan expression. "No shit Sherlock. Normally I wouldn't care, but I can't afford for today to be a bad day! At this rate, I'm going to get denied." You groaned. Anxiety was eating at you, and with how everything had been going, you had little faith in good news.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Your best friend pulled your attention back, "Thinking like that will just make it worse. What if you put some good energy out there, you know, like karma or something?"

You blinked as you took in their words. Karma? You understood the concept of it. Doing bad would attract bad, and doing good would attract good. A sigh left your lips as you stared across the checkout at your friend. "How do you suggest I go about that?" You're sliding your debit card across the counter as you stare them down, waiting for whatever idea they have.

Your friend put on their thinking face, and within moments their expression lit up with an idea. "What about a random act of kindness? You could pay for whoever comes in next!"

The idea rattled around in your brain for a moment. It wasn't like you believed in supernatural forces, but what exactly did you have to lose? "Fine, charge the next person's order to my card. Please don't make a big deal out of it though! I'm not doing it for recognition."

"You got it! Now go wait over by the pickup end. I'll get your order out."

With a nod to your friend, you moved over to the pickup area. Your fingers drummed against the counter anxiously. Eyes darting down to your phone as you waited for that email from the apartment complex. You could hear the bell on the door as you scrolled through your notifications. You listened to your friend speaking to what sounded like a man, but you kept your eyes stuck to your screen. He ordered a black coffee, and then your best friend said the words that made you focus more on the conversion feet away from you.

"I'm happy to say your order today has already been covered!"

When you looked up to see who you had paid for, you may have encountered one of the most attractive men you have ever seen. He had to be older than you, but he looked like he took care of himself. His shirt clung to his fit form, and those arms looked like they could pop a seam on his sleeves. Maybe karma did exist because the universe had just dropped this gorgeous sight right into your lap.

"Oh?" The man's low timber caused something to crawl down your spine. "By who?"

You could see the gears turning in your best friend's brain on how to answer the question. They knew what you asked for but could also witness your reactions from the sidelines. "By the person who ordered before you."

The man quickly put the pieces together, and his eyes glanced at you, the only person waiting for their order.

Mentally you were screaming and cursing at your friend for putting you in this situation, but at the same time, you were thanking them. As if to send the message home, they called out your name and slid your coffee order to you. Your eyes met his, and you felt your stomach do a flip. His eyes were breathtaking. If you looked too long, you thought you'd drown in them. With all the courage in your bones, you mustered an awkward smile. Hand reaching over to grab your coffee, you noticed out of the corner of your eye as the man moved toward you.

"Hey." A slight smile touched his lips as he approached, "Were you the one that paid for my coffee?" He knew it was you, and there was no point in lying to this stunning man.

"Yeah, I did. Don't worry. It was nothing." You replied, trying to shrug it off. "I just wanted to pay it forward. Trying to get some good luck." That same embarrassed smile glued to your face. Talking to this man wasn't in your cards today, but it was going better than everything else this morning.

"I can't just let you do that without introducing myself. I'm Leon, Leon Kennedy." Leon extended his hand out. Your own wrapped around his for a handshake while introducing yourself. "Why are you looking for good luck? Something wrong, sweetheart?"

Your free hand shot up in denial. "Oh no, nothings wrong! I'm waiting for an important email. It's to see if I got approved for this apartment I applied for." There was no reason for you to be telling Leon all of this. He was a stranger, but he was easy to open up to. "My morning was a disaster, and I didn't want the bad luck to continue, so my friend suggested I do something for good karma." You gestured to the barista in the background, your best friend. "Sorry, that all sounds a little silly."

"Not at all." The corner of Leon's lips lifts into a smirk." It's cute, honestly." Those blue eyes of his glimmered with interest as he spoke. It caused butterflies to flutter in your tummy. Suddenly your nerves aren't about the email. They're more about the man in front of you. "Do you have any plans today? I hope I'm not holding you up."

As fast as you can, you shake your head in response. "You aren't! I don't have anything to do today except wait." You watch as your friend delivers the black coffee Leon ordered. Their eyes glance at you with a knowing look. When Leon turns his back to them, they give you a thumbs up before scurrying back to the checkout.

"Then you'll let me repay you by grabbing dinner with me?" Leon grabbed his coffee, a sure look in his eyes. "It's the least I can do for a sweet thing like you, besides it'll get your mind off that email."

Did you just get asked out by some guy you bought coffee for? He was undoubtedly good-looking and had effortless charisma. Saying no would be a mistake. "Sure!" You automatically flush at how enthusiastic you sound. "I mean, that sounds like a nice distraction."

Leon let out a faint chuckle. "I usually get turned down. Maybe I have all the good karma today." Your eyes meet as he takes a sip of his coffee. "You like Italian? I know a good place, my treat."

"I do." Your lips curl into a soft smile. "Do you want to exchange numbers? Here." You open a fresh contact page on your phone and hold the device towards him. Your fingers brush against his as you pass your phone over to Leon. It causes a light blush to paint your features, and you can only hope he doesn't notice. As he's putting his number in, the faint chime of your notification tone rings out. 

Leon's eyes dart to the pop-up, and he grins. "Looks like I'm your good luck charm." He comments, passing the phone back to you. 

Your eyes automatically search the screen and see an email notification. The apartment complex approved you. A wide smile breaks out on your face. "I guess you are, Leon. Maybe I should keep you around." You can feel his blue eyes on you as you say that.

"Maybe you should." There's a beat of silence between the two of you. It suddenly feels like you got trapped in some romance novel. "So, celebration dinner then? Send me your address, and I'll pick you up at seven." Leon breaks the silence with that intoxicating tone of his.

"That works for me! I'll text you."

Exiting the coffee shop, you feel much better than when you arrived. Your newest contact, Leon, is on the screen, and you can't get that smile off your face.

Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me.

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 2  Boyfriend Bonding

Cover made by @lizaluvsthis do not repost!

A Reboot of the next step! Last Chapter Next chapter Summary: SMG4 and SMG3 relationship changed after realizing their feelings in WOTFI 2023, now together the pair can take the next step together. That is until a strange gift arrives on SMG3's birthday making him face his demons from his past. 

Tags: Fluff, Boyfriends, Love Confession, Watch Wotfi 2023 before reading, first love, mention of igloo

It was morning in the showgrounds, SMG3 woke up making himself a fresh cup of coffee. The events from yesterday felt like a dream, he looks around the room he is in “Living in SMG4 castle…my..” he blushes remembering the title his ex rival now carried. If someone told SMG3 back when he was a villain he would be calling SMG4 his boyfriend, he is pretty sure he would make sure that person wouldn't be able to speak again. After he grabs his cup of coffee he decides now would be a good time to catch up on reading, he walks to the guest room of the castle and settles himself in. Relaxing in the guest room he takes a sip of his coffee, then takes out ‘redeemed super villains weekly’ a magazine series he picked up after becoming friends with his ex rival.  

He flips through the pages and notices the hit new interview is about a villain that changed to a hero all for love. He wondered if that's what really motivated the change in him, the connection he felt with SMG4. The moment their hands intertwined, the surge of warmth he felt. Was that the moment he first fell for the man, seeing him fight not just for the world but for his friends. SMG3 hums to himself lost in thought, until his boyfriend kicks the door open “AHHH!” SMG3 lets out a high pitch scream. SMG4 blinks seeing the coffee fly in the air landing on the floor, he then stares bug eyed at his boyfriend “SMG3! Uh i'm sorry about that,” he lets out a sheepish smile. He places his laptop on the table in the room before running out to get items to clean the mess. 

SMG3 lets out a shaky breath as Four returns with cleaning products, he starts cleaning the mess as SMG3 glares at him “WHAT THE HELL?! You know not to bother me on Saturdays, it's SMG3 time where I drink coffee and do other things. So what is so important you kick the door down?” SMG4 finishes up the cleaning and gets up, giving his partner a wink. Grabbing his laptop he sits next to SMG3 showing him a list of locations, Three looks at the locations lost on what his boyfriend was up to. “Since we are planning to keep it low with our relationship, i was thinking we can do these couple challenges to warm up on being a couple!”

Three squints at the list, looking at all the challenges made the man want to walk out of the room. He turns to see SMG4 giving him a hopeful looking, Three sighs looking down “I have to ask man, Best chef? Dress me up? These challenges sound fucking stupid dont tell me you got them from wikihow?” SMG4 blushes at being caught, he looks to the side “un no?” He clears his throat in hopes that his boyfriend doesnt push the topic anymore. He points to the list determined to get Three to agree with one, he checked all over the internet and it all told him that the best way to bond with your partner is to do activities together.  He always wanted a relationship, sure he wanted a girlfriend but it didn't change that he felt lonely for so long. Finally understanding what these strange emotions were with SMG3, well he couldn't be happier. Sure they were rival’s for years, but after fighting for so long he finally understood this all happened because they misunderstood each other. Now that they are together he needs to work harder, nothing will break them apart. “Doesn't matter man, I did some research last night and these challenges help bring couples closer together!” 

He turns giving a soft look at SMG3, he blushes at the expression. With a sigh he looks at the list knowing he had lost to his boyfriend,  he then points to one of the challenges. Excited SMG4 peeks to see what was picked “We all know im the better chef, after all Marty wanted my pizza recipe! Heh I doubt a scrub like you could do better!” SMG3 smirks at his partner. SMG4 lets out a chuckle, a smug expression on his face “I remember you burning eggs when we were stuck together, I doubt your cooking is that amazing.”

The pair nod as they run out looking for judgings for the event, SMG4 notices Meggy and Tari arriving. With a bright smile he starts his approach only to be pushed aside by his boyfriend, SMG3 turns around sticking his tongue out at him before reaching the girls. Four glares at his partner watching the exchange “Hey Squid, me and smg4 are going to have a cooking competition. We need judges to try out our cooking.” SMG3 points to the castle, Tari gasps excited at the invitation “Meggy lets do it!” seeing her friend's reaction she lets out a small giggle “Okay, we are in!” Three smiles hearing the agreement. 

The girls walk into the castle ready to take their place, while SMG3 smirks at his boyfriend. With that the men go inside setting up the kitchen with the ingredients needed for the event, given this was SMG4 castle and Mario’s house they mostly had ingredients for pasta. Three looks at everything frowning “Um wont this stuff just summon Mario?” Four chuckles giving Three a pat on his back “Mario is on a vacation with Bowser, I doubt a cooking battle with pasta would bring him back!” Three rolls his eyes “You underestimate our Avatar's love for spaghetti.” 

Meggy walks to the kitchen and smiles at them “Alright ready boys? LETS COOK!” she hits a bell before leaving the room. The boys then begin to cook, SMG4 chuckles to himself as he cooks. Being friends with the plumber for so long has trained him in the arts of pasta, there was no way his boyfriend would beat him. Four turns to check on the competition when his eyes go wide,  there he sees Three picking up two cans of beans and starts to dump it in the pot. He then watches as his partner slices the tomatoes, SMG4 lets out a small smile “Oh well beans to pasta shouldn't be too bad.” 

The moment Four relaxed is when Three took out a bottle of hot sauce and started pouring it into the spaghetti sauce. Watching the sight was worse than any horror game SMG4 had to play through,  deciding to be the best boyfriend he can be, he walks up to the man. SMG3 was humming to himself as he cooks, he pauses when he feels someone grabbing his arm. He turns to see his partner giving him a small smile “Yes?” now having his attention Four points to the man's pot. Three crosses his arms staring at Four “Um Three, you do know beans and hot sauce aren't really a thing put together for spaghetti?” Three scoffs “You don’t know the true power of beans, amusing to see it will be your downfall scrub!” he then blushes slowly slipping his arm away from Four. With a sigh SMG4 walks back to his station, while he cooks he couldn't help peek at his partner hoping Three wouldn't be disappointed when no one likes his dish. 

Both men hit the bell to let the judges know they were done, as they walk out to greet the judge SMG4 gasps seeing they had an extra one. Mario was sitting with the girls waving at them, SMG3 smirks “Told you the spaghetti would summon him.” SMG4 playfully smacks Three as he grabs his plate and hands it to the judges. Three goes to the back to grab his pot, Four watches nervously as Mario vacuums the pasta in a blink of an eye. The girls took a bite and gave him a thumbs up, then noted down his dish was a seven. 

Distracted with writing the score, Mario snuck up behind them and ate their spaghetti. Meggy stares at the plate surprised before turning and glaring at him “Oh come one Red that was ours!” “Mario is hungry!” he then smacks the table demanding more pasta, Meggy sighs giving an apologetic smile to Tari. The girl just giggles at what happened reassuring Meggy. The door opened catching everyone's attention, there SMG3 walked with confidantes showing off his dish. Four couldn't help himself from blushing, if there is one thing Four loves the most about his boyfriend is that cocky confidence he has. 

To keep up the appearance of still being friendly rivals Four smirks at him “I got this in the bag, everyone loved my dish!” Three rolled his eyes amused, he then drops the plate in front of everyone . Tari tilts her head seeing the dish “Beans?” Three nods and proudly waves his hand at the dishes “Yep, It’s SMG3 special pinto beans spaghetti chili!” Each of them took a bite, Four was getting himself ready to comfort his boyfriend. To his surprise they didn't spit the meal out like he expected, instead Tari and Meggy eyes go wide as they start eating the dish as fast as Mario. The girls start crying from the spice as they finish it up, they all hold up tens for the score as Mario dashes to finish the rest of the pasta.

Four fell to his knees in shock, not only did he lose but he judged his own partner not having faith in him. He frowns, realizing how unfair he was towards the other man, slowly a plate appeared in front of him “I saved you a plate..uh! Not because I want you to try out my cooking idiot! I’m just showing off!” Three looks away blushing.

He takes the plate and slowly takes a bite, he couldn't believe how amazing it tasted. He could feel the spice burn him the more he ate, so he decided to stop eating before it got to the point he started to breathe fire. He puts the plate on the table before taking Three’s hand “This is amazing three! I had no idea you could make dishes like this, you're just so amazing.” he smiles softly at Three making the man melt. He gets closer to Four letting his own smile grow “This isn't the half of how amazing i am!”

Meggy lets out a soft cough “Hey um are we missing something here?” Mario’s stache grows as he sniffs the pair “Mario smells gay, are you two finally dating?” 

They both let go of each other embarrassed, they got so lost with each other they forgot about the others. They panic unsure what to do, as SMG3 thinks over the situation, he knew he could trust them not to spill anything. With a deep breath he takes Four’s hand surprising him “YEAH WE ARE DATING AND IF YOU TELL ANYONE THERE IS A BOMB WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!”

SMG4's face goes red, he wasn't expecting Three to make the announcement to them so suddenly. Shyly he intertwined his fingers with Three, they both stayed there waiting to see how their friends would react. Tari giggles clapping for them “Aw I’m so happy for you two!” Meggy nods “Yeah i'm with Tari, It’s awesome you guys are finally together!” she then smirks at Three “Also the threat is hard to take seriously when you're so red in the face there Three.”  SMG3 glares at her “Shut it squid!”

Mario silently stares at them, it felt like a dream for the plumber to hear those words. After years of knowing them and seeing the two at each other, even seeing the event that happened in  a certain igloo, he couldn't believe the day came that finally they were dating.  Seeing how close they were standing to each other and holding hands, slowly a huge smile grew on his face along with his mustache "YIPEE!!! Finally Mario knew you two were gay for each other!" He runs hugging the two guardians.

The boys smile hugging him back, the girls smile at the moment then run up to join the group hug. They spend the day chatting and telling the group how they got together and wanting to keep things low, as they happily talk about random topics a strange package dropped off at the castle along with other gifts. Hearing the sound outside Four nods at the girls to distract Three, he runs and smiles seeing the gifts “Finally it's here, now to figure out how to distract Three tomorrow to throw the best birthday party he’s ever had!” 

[spaceyaceface]

Wow your prompts are so good 😖 can I request either 1 or 20? I prefer Ominis for these prompts but you can do Sebastian too, whichever you like 😁 Thank you!

My pal I also prefer Ominis, so this works out nicely :) I decided to go with 20 because golly gee do I love little love sick Ominis. Also this one kind of got away with me because I was thinking about it the whole time I was at work and it basically turned into its own oneshot, oops. I'm actually extremely proud of this ahhh

20 - "it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."

Warnings: None :)

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He couldn't help but think that perhaps coming to the reunion had been a mistake. Ominis had never been one for crowds; they could be difficult to navigate, given his blindness. He also was just not much of a people person. But even so, he found himself seated at a table in the Three Broomsticks, five years after he graduated Hogwarts.

Various people came to greet him here and there, stopping to ask how he was, how his job in Muggle relations was going. Each was just as polite as the next, but every time, he couldn't help but hope... well, he couldn't help but hope it was her.

If he was honest, she was why he came in the first place. He was still holding onto hope that she would be there, that he could here her voice---even just for a short greeting. It was pathetic, but he craved it.

In the five years since they had graduated, they had corresponded only in letters. She was off traveling, trying to discover more about her ancient magic. For a while he had hoped that the separation would allow his unachievable dreams to fade. But time had only made the ache in his heart grow stronger.

He clutched the long-since empty glass in his hands. Why had he dared to get his hopes up---even if she did come, what good would it have done?

But a voice stirred him from his thoughts.

"Ominis!"

It was like a wave of cool water had come over him, the sound giving him new life. He sat straighter in his chair, saying her name as he smiled.

She didn't hesitate before sitting beside him, nor did she hesitate before throwing her arms around him in a warm embrace. His eyes widened for a moment before he returned the action, savoring the feel of her finally so near. The scent of her perfume invaded his every thought, tainting them with fond memories of their time in Hogwarts. The time he had fallen so madly in love with her.

She pulled away, but kept her hand on his shoulder. "I've missed you more than you could imagine."

He almost laughed at her words. Did she really think she could compete with the longing for her he felt each and every second? Even so, he smiled. "I've missed you, too. Your letters, however wonderful they are, weren't enough."

This was the truth---but only a small portion of it. How could mere words, no matter how kind or telling they were, amount to the warmth of her hand on his arm? How could they compare to the brush of her skirt against his knee, or the musical tone of her voice?

She laughed. "Tell me, old friend, how are you doing?"

The conversation flowed like the years had never passed. For a while, Ominis was afraid she would share the same pleasantries his other peers had, and move on. But as the night continued, it became clear that was not her intention. As popular as she had been in school, other classmates approached the pair of them, asking how she was on her adventures, and in turn doing the same with Ominis. There were ample opportunities for her to leave with another, to spot someone else across the room and bid him farewell. But she didn't.

Instead, she sat by his side the entire night, letting her chair scoot closer inch by inch as she moved to hear him better over the noise of the inn. Soon, it wasn't just her skirt that tickled him---it was the whole of her leg, nearly pressed into him.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her breath on his ear as she spoke softly to him. "I think I've talked to everyone I care to. Do you think we could take a walk outside?"

It was no surprise to him when he readily accepted her offer.

Together, they strolled through the dark streets of Hogsmeade. They were arm in arm, and her warmth felt all the more inviting in the cool of the night. He didn't bother taking out his wand---he trusted her. She was the only guiding light he needed.

They came to stop at the end of the path where an overlook laid. She sighed, resting her head against his arm. He had gotten taller in their time apart.

"It was nice seeing everyone again," she said.

"Yes," Ominis replied. It had been nice. But really, this was much better---time with her, away from the crowds.

"I didn't realize how much I had missed this place," she said softly. "I'm glad I'm coming back."

"You... You're coming back? For how long?" Ominis asked. Don't get your hopes up, you fool.

"Forever, maybe."

He swore his heart stopped. His throat felt dry.

She must have felt him stiffen up, because she lifted her head off her shoulder to look at him. "Ominis? Are you alright? You're not... disappointed to hear that, are you?"

"No, I'm fine, it's... it's the opposite, really. I... how do I explain this?"

He gently unlinked their arms, but traced his hand down her wrist, taking hold of her hand. Their fingers intertwined without a thought. He took a deep breath---it felt shakier than he would have liked. "For five years I have wished I had the courage to beg you not to leave. To tell you how desperately I need you with me. For five years, I have tried and failed to love you even a fraction less than the day before. It never worked."

He could feel his heart racing---or was that her pulse?---In the palm of his hand. They had stepped closer together. The distance, as small as it was, still felt like too much.

"I wanted to call you home to me, but how could I cut off those beautiful wings of yours? I convinced myself I could live with the pain of letting you be free." His head angled down, and he could feel her breath fanning against his face. The hand not holding hers came to rest on her cheek, fingertips grazing the back of her head, tangling with her hair. He felt the gentle weight of her palm come to rest on his chest. Her nose brushed gently against his own, and as he whispered, his lips ghosted over hers. "It hurts me, just how much I ache for you."

He wasn't sure who had made that last motion, the one that finally allowed him the feel of her lips on his. It didn't matter---nothing else mattered outside warmth of their kiss, the way he pulled her desperately closer with the hand in her hair, her fingers gripping at the fabric of his shirt as if her very life would end if they ever moved apart.

Finally, when their lungs screamed for air, the separated, ragged breath tangling between them. She rested her forehead to his. "I've flown home, my love," she whispered. "And I never intend to leave again."

[beneathashadytree]

Hey! I’m new to your page but I love it so much and your writing is literally amazing!! I don’t want to say you have talent because that under mines all the hard work you’ve put into writing but you are amazing :< My request is a one piece fluff with Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Kid, Law, Robin, Nami, Killer and and any of your favorite characters too ^ I don’t know if this is considered modern or not but basically them asking you to go grab their wallet and you see their drivers license or ID picture and it’s such an old crusty caught off guard picture like (sanji’s wanted poster bad) and they get embarrassed about it once they see you start laughing 😭. It can be modern or even within the one piece realm I just thought this would be so funny since this just happened to me 💔 Have a good day!!!

-aif

TEENAGE DIRTBAG - SANJI, ZORO, LUFFY, KID, LAW, ROBIN, NAMI, & KILLER X READER

Warnings : modern AU, cursing, lighthearted teasing from the reader, Kid always has a couple of empty threats at hand, they are all disasters, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff, crack

Word count : 2.4K words (oh shit)

Additional notes : Ahhh, you’re being so unbelievably sweet! I’m so so glad you enjoy my writing. I loved this idea so much because it’s the perfect mix of playful and cute. Sadly, I’ve only ever seen Killer like twice and he’s barely said anything, and I haven’t really graspd his personality yet, so please excuse me if he’s OOC🥲 I just wanted to give you a heads up that I only write for a maximum of 6 characters per post, and in headcanon form. If fluff pieces were what you wanted, then I only take single characters per post🫣 I did them all anyways and as fluff pieces because I’m sure you didn’t know this, given that you’re new to my blog. I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! Let me know what you think💗

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“Could you grab me my wallet from my bedside table, sweetheart?” Sanji called from the kitchen, “I’m a little busy at the stove right now, and the set of knives I ordered last week should be here in a few minutes. They’ll need my identification.”

“Sure thing.” Getting up from the living room couch, they went to snatch his wallet off his table. It was a little messy, filled with tiny coupons and various credit cards (yes, including the ones he froze years ago after his estranged biological father had practically forced them upon him). Struggling to pull out his ID amidst all this jumble, they said, “You really should sort out the stuff you don’t use anymore. I’m pretty sure at least half of these coupons have—“

They paused, their fingers finally picking at his ID. “Oh my fucking God,” they choked out, before a wheezing laugh escaped them, “Sanji, what on earth is this?”

“Hey!” he cried out, thumping sounds coming from the stove as he no doubt was switching the knobs off, “Stop looking at that!”

“It looks nothing like you,” they laughed, as he ran to their side. “What’s with the terrible frown? And why did they edit your face to look so… boxy? And—“

“Yes, yes, very funny dear,” he scowled even deeper than in the picture, cheeks burning red with embarrassment. He snatched it from their fingers, as they continued to shake with laughter. “Stupid shitty photographer didn’t even give me a chance to blink before he took it.”

“You do look like you had your eyes open for hours,” they chuckled behind their hand, trying to stifle the sound as he stuffed it back into the wallet, preferably for burial. Shaking their head, they sweetly kissed his cheek, enjoying his raging flush.

“Oh well, might as well keep your handsomeness for my eyes only.”

“Zoro, did you pay our taxes?” they asked, frowning as they stared at the letter that had been sent to their mailbox.

“…No, I forgot,” their boyfriend grunted from the next room, continuing to deadlift in his little private gym, “Just use my phone and do it online.”

“Fine,” the sighed, making to get up, “Where do you keep your wallet? I’m gonna need your ID.”

“Probably on the coffee table.”

Humming in response, they followed his instructions and began to take out what looked like his ID, before they loudly cursed bloody murder.

“What’s wrong?” Zoro’s voice was worried, and he soon appeared in front of them with a concerned look on his face, drenched in sweat and a little flushed with the exertion of effort.

“This fucking jumpscare,” they managed to cry out, choking on a laugh as they thrust the ID in his direction, “You look like you’ve been convincted of twenty cases of homicide. What are you glaring so hard for?”

“Shut up. It’s only cause I couldn’t see well,” he grumbled, blushing furiously as he stomped over to reach for it.

Swooping out of his way, they snickered at him, “Was your “not seeing well” also the reason behind the tongue in your cheek and hardened jaw? Or is your face just programmed to permanently look like you want to deck someone?”

“Should’ve done these taxes myself if you were gonna be a little shit about it,” Zoro swore, his entire face blooming red down to his neck. The mortification won over, and he grabbed his ID.

“You probably should’ve, yeah,” they giggled, leaning over to kiss his jaw, much to his chagrin, “Guess you’re not photogenic. Doesn’t matter, you’re the best looking man to me.”

When Luffy asked them to go for a trip of snack scourging at the supermarket, the implication that they would buy booze was very clearly there. His hands busy with all the bags of food they’d bought, he’d pointed out the bottles of sake and beer he’d wanted, but hadn’t been able to pull out his wallet with his hands full.

“My hands are full, can you get that for me?” Luffy begged, after having huffed and puffed for a few minutes trying to pull it out of his pocket with only his pinky finger.

Chuckling, they nodded and did as their boyfriend asked, before glancing at his ID photo and choking on their spit.

“Holy shit, babe,” they wheezed out, body trembling with their laughter as they handed it over to the cashier, “What’s with that face? Constipated much?”

“Listen, I was hungry,” he moaned pathetically, one of his busy hands pressing onto his stomach as he pouted at them, “Like right now. And the man kept stalling for no good reason. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“So you somehow ended up looking like a wilted flower?” they arched their brow at him as they carried their drinks and tugged him by the arm. “Should I worry about you dying out on me now?”

“Yes, if you don’t hurry and drive us back quickly.” Luffy looked dead-serious as he started moving so fast that it turned into him pulling them along and not the opposite. “Unless you want me to eat the snacks right now—“

“Coming, coming!”

As per their almost-monthly usual, they got pulled over by the police in the middle of the road, and Kid could only grit his teeth and hiss out a “Fine” when asked for his driver’s license (because past experience taught him that calling an officer bringing him in for speeding a “cunt” was a sure fire way to end up in jail).

He fumbled with his pockets, before realizing that his wallet wasn’t there as it usually was. Before he could ask for it, they found it in the space between the driver’s seat and the gearstick. They quickly pulled out his driver’s license, briefly glancing at it once before their eyes blew comically wide and they slapped a hand on their face, trying to muffle their laughter.

Kid murderously glared at them, before finishing the routine up with the officer. As soon as they drove past him, they let their hand fall and howled with laughter.

“The fuck do you find so amusing?” he growled after they grew increasingly more hysterical.

“Your-your face!” they cried out, tears now falling down their face, “You never told me you had an emo phase! The black bangs, piercings, smokey eye…” they trailed off, interrupted by their loud laughter.

“I think I’m going to actually fucking kill you,” he hissed, despite the light dusting of red on his cheeks, which only fueled their amusement even further.

“Was this another one of your catchphrases in your teenage years?” they chortled, wiping away their tears and very clearly enjoying this.

“I’m parking right fucking now and kicking you out of the car.”

“Got everything?” they asked Law at the doorstep, pulling their suitcases along behind them.

He nodded, but still went on to flit through his waistbag, checking the stuff along as he did. Their flight was still in a bit, but he didn’t want to turn around halfway through the drive to the airport. “Passport, visa, cash, credit cards, ID… wait. The driver’s license.”

Cocking their head to the side, they looked a little confused. “What do you need that for? We’re vacationing abroad.”

He gave his partner a very pointed look, and they shrugged and went to get his license nonetheless. “Weren’t you the one who insisted on visiting every single monument around the city? We’ll need a rental car for that, and I’m the one that has an international driver’s license.”

Before he could say anything else, a howl of laughter erupted from the bedroom, growing louder as they came up to him. Exasperation in his eyes, he turned to them, already knowing the reason behind their extreme amusement.

“Yes, haha, very funny, Law’s squinting at the camera,” he drawled, holding his hand out, “Now could we get this over with? We’ll run late.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this,” they smirked, clutching the license close to their chest and taking another peek. “The squint’s not so bad, honestly. I can tell you just weren’t wearing your lenses. My problem’s with the god-awful hair.”

“Mullets were a thing when I was 18,” he snapped, trying to come up with an excuse—and clearly failing, if their peels of laughter were any proof. “And most teenagers don’t have much of a sense of style.” Law finally snatched the driver’s license from them, and took his suitcase rolling behind him on the way to where their Uber would pick them up.

Locking up behind him, they grinned, shaking their head. “Not much of a sense of style now either, love…”

“Robin, darling, I love you, and I would buy you anything you ask for, but we’re going to find ourselves broke by the end of the month if you keep spending ludicrous amounts of cash on book shipments,” they sighed, hurrying over to the bedroom where their girlfriend sat perched on her armchair, book in hand, “I think you need an intervention.”

The girlfriend in question chuckled, setting her reading glasses down, “Oh dear, that must’ve been last month’s ARC package. Let me get my wallet.”

“I already paid for it, but they asked for your ID for confirmation of the delivery. Is it in your wallet?”

Robin looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, I think I left it out on the coffee table when I came back from buying wine for our date night.”

They nodded and made their way out. It was silent for a few moments, before they snorted with laughter. “Oh God,” they choked out, before muffling the sound and opening the door once again. Moments later, it shut behind them, and they exploded into a fit of laughter, bursting into their bedroom.

“What’s so funny?” Robin smiled patiently, watching them fail to catch their breath.

Patting their chest, they finally managed to speak. “Y-your-your face! Why do you look so murderous?”

The woman chuckled, closing her book and walking up to them to glance at the ID. “I think I’d been woken up pretty early that day to take this picture, so I was rather grumpy. The photographer had made an inappropriate comment, and this was the only way I could express my displeasure.”

Their laughter quieted for a moment as they mumbled, “Fucking bastard,” before they glanced at the picture again and giggled, “And what’s with the half-shaved head?”

Robin shook her head, swiftly taking the ID from their fingers and pocketing it stealthily. “Let it be a reminder to not let teenage bullies stick gum in your hair.”

“There’s a lot to unpack in that statement…”

“I’m telling you, sir, I’m definitely old enough to be driving this.” Nami gritted her teeth, trying her best to smile sweetly at the police officer. “As a matter of fact, I’m old enough to carry out every single legal procedure in this country.”

“No driver’s license, no passage,” he firmly said, though he did hesitate for a second afterwards, probably after noticing just how stunning she was as she fluttered her eyelashes like that.

They placed a hand on her arm. “It’s alright, Nami. I’ve got your wallet in the drawer. Brought it just in case.” Pulling it out, they began to rifle through her numerous cards, before blurting out, “Holy fuck,” and bursting into laughter that they desperately tried to muffle behind their hand, their other hand giving their girlfriend her license.

With a look that could kill, she snatched it and gave it to the waiting officer, who soon sent them on their way. Revving the car back up, Nami glared at them.

“What, you didn’t expect me to comment on that picture?”

“What do you say we forget about that and turn on the radio?” Nami forced a big grin on her face, though the vein in her forehead remained prominent.

“Aw, it’s not that bad,” they cooed, before cracking up, “I mean, of course there’s the outdated perm, and the garish blue glitter eyeshadow, and the very obvious fact that these are not the eyes of anyone even remotely sober…”

“You’re paying for today’s date and next week’s one too,” Nami snapped, before exhaling loudly and slumping in her seat. “God, why’d you have to see the worst photo I’ve ever taken? I’d even had a terrible acne breakout then, so my face was in pain the entire time.”

“It’s alright, love. I still think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” they said as they leaned across to kiss her cheek.

Tension left her body, but she still managed to say, “You’re still paying for the next two dates.”

“Fuck, I’d been hoping you’d let that go.”

Killer had been stopped at the entrance of the concert arena as usual. With his mask almost always on, the security guards always needed to check he was of age by asking for his ID. He didn’t say much, knowing that this was a routine procedure, but he did tense a little with annoyance at having to take time out and possibly miss out on the best seats up front.

“I’ve got both of ours’ here,” they nodded from beside him, taking out both their wallets from their pockets and pulling each of their IDs. When it came to their boyfriend’s, however, they couldn’t help the snicker that left them at the sight of his picture.

“You’re having too much fun with this,” he grumbled, before taking it and handing it over to the man, briefly lifting his mask for a second for him to confirm his identity.

As they began to walk in, they took his hand in theirs, still laughing a bit. “Not my fault you never told me you used to imitate Kid’s punk style.”

“He was the only friend I had, of course I’d want to look like him,” Killer shrugged, “No one told me that straightening hair like mine does that much heat damage though…”

“Can’t believe you had a side part, Jesus,” they chuckled, shaking their head, “Not to mention the patchy beard. And what’s with the panda makeup?”

“Again, Kid’s idea,” he sounded a little annoyed, a light dusting of pink climbing down his neck, “He was all for the kohl-rimmed eyes, but neither of us knew how to apply it—hence why it got all smudged.”

They hummed, squeezing his arm lovingly. “Love the bright red lipstick-hair combo, by the way, but I still prefer the light purple lipstick on you. It’s very… you.”

Killer cocked his head curiously in their direction, wondering what they meant by that. With one last chuckle, they said, “As… interesting as other colors look on you, purple suits you best because it goes well with your pretty blue eyes.” Before he could get flustered and grunt that they were being foolish, they began to drag him by the arm. “We gotta hurry, there’s only 2 front row seats left.”

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[popcornforone]

Advising

Chapter 3 of Methodical:- The Tim Rockford Fan Fic Serise

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Chapter 2

Sorry it’s been a long time coming. Other fics got in the way but I’m back on my Tim love (not that it ever disappeared). It’s worth heading back to see where we were but let’s catch up in our sexy detectives life shall we.

Synopsis:- You have been avoiding Tim for the last 2 weeks but you now have to go & drop evidence off to him.

Word Count:-2300

Warnings:- last chapter without smut, swearing, being Angry & controlling, angst, talk about one night stands & use of hand cuffs, smut implied. for me this is relatively soft. Next chapter it won’t be.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you all enjoy.

You’ve not been looking forward to this moment & you’re pretty sure he’s been actively avoiding you too. There’s butterflies in your stomach, not the type that he usually gives you. Is it because of what happened? Is it that you want more? Your head for the last 2 weeks has been all over the place. You’re equally as guilty for not following up but today you have to see him. You have evidence & you need to speak to Tim, no matter how painful this will be.

You knock twice on the door to his office while taking a big breath. Your hand shakes & your heart thumps. This will either be really professional or you will leave this room crying.

“Come in” his tone is standard & you slowly open the door to see Tim looking at his evidence board. He’d have said come in to anyone, no matter who knocked, he’s lost in his work like he usually is. God that hand looks so large around the back of his neck as he contemplates. His little thinking tick he has when he’s in the zone. You gulp once the door is shut is a little too loud. You see his shoulders raise, he knows that sound, he’d recognise that & the smell of your perfume anywhere. He sighs. He slowly turns to face you.

He looks like he has a million things to say as those big brown eyes look you up & down. His eyes are full of sorrow & regret. You are either going to burst with anger or run out crying. You take 3 steps over & wave the file at him & put it down on the desk.

“That…ermmm… ahhh… evidence… deee dete detective” you slowly put the file on the table & nod trying not to make full eye contact & turn back to leave. But that large firm hand of his lands on top of yours. You shudder for a few seconds. You look up deeply in love with those big brown eyes.

“We need to talk” he says…

*16 days earlier*

“& then” Tim jokes as the waiter brings the menus over for desert as you both laugh at the Italian restaurant you’ve gone to for your date. He’s been caressing your hand all night. You’ve been twisting your hair & all you’ve both done is flirt. This isn’t detective Rockford sitting in front of you. This is a man who you’d like to be your boyfriend who is having the best dinner date you’ve had in years. “Then he walked into a bin, face planted the bush & hit the deck & I got it all on camera” he finishes telling the story about his holiday with his mates years ago. You’ve really got to know each other tonight. He’s genuine & sweet & you don’t often put out on the first date but the way you’ve been looking at each other & the hand caressing & the way your leg has been feeling his up & down under the table, you are wondering if the hotel 2 streets away has a spare room on this Saturday night. Everything is going so well.

The waiter comes back over.

“I’ll have the banoffee pie please” you say. Tim smiles at that.

“& I’ll have the…” he goes to say it but then he catches something out of the corner of his eye. He might have had half a bottle of red & a beer while out but in an instant the kind soft funny flirty Tim you’ve been chatting too is back to being detective Rockford. “That’s Danson!” He says & stands up.

“Tim?” You’re very concerned how he’s just switched back on to being a detective & haven’t even seen the person he’s talking about.

“Cuffs” & his hand does a come hither sign.

“What”

“Give me your hand cuffs”

“I don’t have them”

“What!” He sounds so disappointed in you. “Why don’t you have them on you all the time”

“Because this was a date, not work & where am I meant to carry them” your dress isn’t too revealing but you have nowhere to put them.

“I dunno in your bag, in your bra” he’s saying this matter of fact & you raise an eyebrows. He then asks the waiter if they have any restraints & because it’s just a kid they have no idea. He then looks at you. “I’m gonna trail Danson, call the station tell them where we are & that Danson is a few streets away”

“But Tim”

“DO IT” he says firmly & get up & walks outside. Leaving you alone in a restaurant feeling awkward. He’s stormed out in you. Your eyes sting & well up. You call the station & say to the waiter Tim will be back in a bit. Tim doesn’t come back. You have to pay the whole bill. & when you leave feeling distraught & go to call him it goes straight to voicemail. It does that on Sunday & Monday too. No apology text, no missed call, nothing. You initially try to find him when you’re back at work but after another 2 days you then start actively avoiding him.

*back in the now in Tims office*

Tim is pacing as he’s trying to explain why he did what he did from that evening but you’re not listening you’re just replaying that evening through your mind again & again. Hearing him echo the words DO IT forcefully each time. Tim eventually stops pacing & hold both your hands.

“Say something” he asks & you shake your head. “What else do I need to say” he states.

“Sorry” you mumble, it’s quiet but he hears it. He then takes one of his large hands & lifts your chin up.

“I didn’t hear you”

“I said say sorry” you say in a firm tone that resonates to him. You’re now lost in his eyes as your own well up.

“What? I don’t need to say…”

“Yes you bloody do Tim” you interrupt him & it’s your turn to pace about & give him a Lecture. “It’s not about that I had to pay the bill, or that we’ve both avoided each other to not have this chat. It’s the fact you talked to me like I was nothing”

“What”

“DO IT” you snap back. “Those two word have spun around my head for the last 2 weeks. How the kind wonderful man I was on a date with who made me feel seen as a person, the second he saw something work related just snapped back into being at work. Yes Danson was finally caught. But a message to say sorry let’s try that another day would have been nice.”

“But I got him”

“You’re not seeing the point Tim” your hand firmly hits the desk as you say this. “I know you find it hard to switch off from work, you told me on those coffee dates we had which you said weren’t really dates. But then for that to happen on our actual date…” you shake your head & turn to face his evidence wall. You don’t want to show weakness with your eyes filling up.

“I can’t help it I’m married to my work, I love it you know that, you admire it… you…”

“Then if you’re married to the job, then you don’t need an other half” you snap back & face him. The first tear drips down your face & you look at the evidence wall. “My advice to you Tim is to not lead people on in future, because clearly your work comes first.”

Tim is silent for a few seconds as are you as you look at the evidence wall, not really seeing it clearly as you cry. Slowly you hear his feet shuffle & he stands to the side of you. He slowly moves a piece of your hair & softly whispers into your ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m a fool” you gasp. The gasp he likes. The warmth of his breath freeing your broken soul. You slowly link your hand in his.

“I didn’t hear you” you repeat his earlier words & turn to face him. He takes a big breath & rubs across the top of your knuckles.

“I’m sorry, I’m a fool, forgive me, I always fuck things up” his eyes are genuine. This isn’t a game like most men play. He can see he’s upset you & he looks soft. “Please forgive me” he’s pleading. You look at his face. Those plump lips would do anything for you.

“Well as you asked so nicely” you cough & sniff & he goes into his white shirts pocket & dabs your face with a tissue.

“I also can’t have those beautiful eyes getting all red & puffy on me either.” You giggle.

“You think I have beautiful eyes”

“Yes windows to the soul, that’s why I avoided you, I didn’t want to crush your soul anymore”

“You’re either the king of pick up lines Tim or you’re secretly a romantic stuck in a workaholics body.” You giggle & test your hand on his shoulder. & then comes the smoulder & the pout. The one that always makes you weak. The one that makes you cry out for more. & the short little deep murmured reply.

“Guilt… as… charged” his eyes are full on making contact with you. All is forgiven.

You aren’t sure who moved their head in first, & this wasn’t where you imagined your first kiss with Tim being. His lips capture yours. Time stops as your hand grips his shoulder, the white shirt & the holster feel so good under your hand. He’s got one hand on your hip, caressing it. You can tell from this he will be such a sensitive lover. He is kissing you with all his might, igniting both your souls, yours no longer broken. His other hand gently strokes your neck before it starts to caress the side of your face. His thumb & fingers holding you in place as you start to tremble. The butterfly’s of nerves you had earlier now excited inside you. You push up in your tip toes to feel more of your body press against his. He lets out a little moan & then continues. He knows what he’s doing. He might not have had a romantic parter in years, but he is your cassinova. He’d already seduced you & now he’s just confirming this is real for the both of you.

Slowly you open your eyes when the kiss is over & you pant. His eyes are still shut.

“Tim?”

“Shhh” that large thumb graces your lips. “My advice to you is to not ruin the moment”

“Yes sir” & you know this time you lean in. You orchestrate the next kiss. His hands fumble in your hair. His beard rubbing against you has you whimpering. You can feel more than his badge rubbing against you as your tongues dance. Neither of you asked. It’s like your bodies knew. It’s perfect, & you’re perfect for each other.

“Detective Rockford… I just” a shrieking high voice comes wondering in & you both break the kiss quickly & both turn around & shout in unison.

“Ever heard of knocking.” Before you both realise it’s Winslow.

“Bloody hell Winslow”

“Sorry, I saw nothing, I just came to see where you were as I knew you’d been building up confidence all morning to come drop this evidence off, but clearly you found the courage for more than that”

“That’s enough Winslow” Tim says in his firm voice at them.

“Say no more… I’ll just erm… well we need to be in the car in 15mins” & Winslow backs out the room apologetically. & you both snigger.

“See your voice is intimidating” you say to tim playfully.

“I promise to try to not use that voice with you again & get out of my head” Tim strokes your face.

“& I’ll promise to give you some leeway” he chuckles & smiles back at you.

“So I guess I owe you a date” he says. A naughty smirk comes across his face.

“Well you did make me pay for the last one”

“I know, my bad, you’ll never have to pay for a date again”

“Tim, I don’t need to be pampered & spoilt I just want us to have fun, I don’t really care.”

“But I do,” he says & kisses your forehead.

“Well if you insist then yes,” I can see his hours on the wall as I glance across at when he’s meant to be at work. “How’s Friday?”

“Perfect I don’t think we can go back to that Italian for a while though” he giggle.

“Friday is a date then” I hold him close & we both sigh as we hug it out.”& this time I’ll bring my handcuffs”

“Ha” Tim scoffs. “I’m sorry I shouted that at you on the last one, the workaholic in me made me say it.”

“Hmmmm” you say as you softly then kiss his lips once more & head for his offfice door as he picks up the evidence you brought into him. “My advice is don’t always think of a the work mindset Tim…” I pause before I open the door”… the handcuffs have other uses” & you leave but quickly glimpse at his bright red face. He’s blushing like a beetroot.

As you sit in the car waiting for Winslow your phone pings & you open the message.

“Naughty girl…” it says. It’s from Tim.

“I hope you keep calling me that” you reply as Winslow gets in the passenger seat with two coffee & can see the look on your face.

“Can I buy an outfit for the wedding now?” They ask & you just smile. “I’m taking that as a maybe…”

Chapter 4

[sashi-ya]

ahhh im trying to flesh out my idea quickly in hopes of getting a slot but may i pls request a nsfw fic with a rebellious prince law? maybe he’s sleeping with reader to protest an arranged marriage or something idk! but the king doesn’t approve! or an abuse of power? idk!!

hi!! of course!! I didn't know which gender you wanted reader to be so I chose GN! also for the "smut" I let a wheel spiner to chose if reader was going to afab or amab and the winner was afab. However, I tried to make it as neutral as possible so everybody can relate as much as they can to reader! Hope u like it and enjoy!! ❤

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑳𝒂𝒘 𝒙 𝑮𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔

tw: nsfw. Gn! Reader, even if it was meant to be an afab! reader I tried to use neutral terms so I think it's pretty enjoyable for any sex! rough, shameless sex. slight abuse of power. no romance. rebellious Law. oral. overstimulation.

wc: 2.2k

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Oh, the rebellious little prince. As always, and since he had been a child, Law would never follow any rule. Though, King Doflamingo wouldn’t care until well past his teenagers years. Because little Law was now a man, and as a man he will have to fulfil his duty to ensure Dressrosa to have the best allies. And how? Well, he will have to marry a princess from another closer kingdom…

“NO! I flatly refuse to accept this marriage!” Law screams and hits the table with anger. “Say something to your son, Rosinante. This is his fucking duty!” King Donquixote protests back, sticking a knife to a steak -and breaking the fine porcelain plate under-.

Rosinante, younger brother of Doflamingo and Law’s dad, is a mute. And since that’s not “something proper of a King”, the next successor was meant to be Doflamingo’s nephew, Law. The blonde, clumsy and lovely man closes his eyes slowly, as if he wanted to offer some kind of an apology for his son’s behaviour. But in reality, as well as Law, Rosinante only wanted for his son to chose whoever his heart wanted to marry.

Law, who doesn’t wait for his dad to sign anything, stands up and walks away. The prince’s insults and grunts echo over the walls of the long halls of Dressrosa Palace. His dinner becomes cold, and he doesn’t care. Nothing matters the most than being free, and he frankly hated people… how does his uncle expect for him to marry someone?

While his long legs drag him to his room, he notices someone arranging some flowers on one of the many vases that decorate the castle. “You, what’s your name?” he asks, rather aggressively, pretty rare coming from him.

You let yellow camellias fall to the ground. Prince Law is talking to you, and he is demanding to know your name. Did you mess something up? Maybe he doesn’t like camellias?

“I- I’m (Name), my prince” you answer him back, instantly bowing to him and then crunching on the floor to pick the fresh flowers scattered at your feet.

“Name-ya, huh…” he mumbles, coming closer to you while scratches his goatee. His crotch gets dangerously closer to your face as you look up at him. His silver eyes, than now look more like gold as they shine with a different tint than a cold superior look. “You seem to be pretty clumsy even to put some flowers in a vase, don’t you?” he asks, cruelly. Law is nothing like that, but his anger and his need to violate the rules of royalty is taking the best of him.

You stutter, unable to move, with your nose a few inches from his crotch. Crotch that begins to show a bulge on the white fabric of his prince pants. “I- I’m really so- sorry, prince” you excuse yourself, but his frown intensifies and his inked hands -another sign of rebellious behaviour- tangle around your hair.

“Sorry? You should be assigned to a different area… a different type of job…” he says, shaking your head just a little to make your lips graze the zipper of his pants.

You tremble, is not that you didn’t wish to be closer to the prince someday, but this is pretty different from what your dreams have been regarding him. In fact, every person interested in men wants him, Law’s beauty and attractiveness is undeniable. He is, for sure, the most highly eligible gentleman throughout many kingdoms of the New World.

 Law licks his lips, and a dangerously attractive but deadly smirk garnishes his mouth. “I know a good job that you could do and I’m sure you would be good at it” he exclaims, lifting you up by pulling from your hair.

You let a little whine slip out of your mouth, thing that definitely excites the prince even more. “Oh, let me hear those whimpers a little longer…” he says, dragging you to the first bedroom he finds along the hall.

“Ah! Perfect!” he chimes, pushing you against the biggest bed you have ever seen in your whole life… the bed of King Donquixote. “I- my prince… we cannot be h- here” you dare to even suggest, sure a slap would come after your intrusion.

Law laughs, sarcastically, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. His chest shows just enough for you to discover the ink lines that garnish his flesh. “Would you like to be fucked by the prince, (Name)-ya?” he asks, waiting patiently for your answer before unbuttoning any other button of his shirt.

You blink several times, absolutely shocked. “I- yes?” you reply, almost without even thinking much about it, letting perhaps your body to speak rather than common sense.

“Heh, very well”

Your nails bury into the velvety cover of the King’s bed, your lips separate, and your warm breath goes through your teeth sounding like almost inaudible primal grunts. Law has almost ripped his shirt off, exposing to you the beautiful work of art his anatomy constitutes. He is worth it of golden statues; he is the definition of tanned skin with white spots perfection.

“Don’t worry about these, they aren’t contagious” he excuses himself when he notices your eyes traveling from one white spot to the other. But you never, ever, thought they were. You were only planning the path you would like to trace with kisses over them.

You smirk too, “I don’t care, even if they were, I’m here to serve you my prince…”

Such a lascivious statement coming from you makes Law grunt like a beast, and as one you will have to endure through him… all night long.

He pushes you back, making you lay flat over the bed. The mirror above you shows how aroused you look, and you simply feel like you are dreaming. Getting fucked by Law? Prince Law? Over Doflamingo’s bed? What’s next, him and his brother joining?

Your train of thoughts crashes against Law’s image of his body topping you. He still has his trousers on, but it’s not really a problem, you are sure he would be free from them sooner than later… that fabric must be feeling tight with his huge erection trying to come through it.

His tattooed and defined arms frame your face, he looks you with his head a little tilted to the side. His sexy, devilishly smirk makes your shiver. His silver eyes fixed on yours, the slightly smudged kohl liner he applies on his waterline to pop his crystalline eyes, the dark circles, the little white spots over his caramel skin… delicious treat of human nature.

“Spread for me, cutie” he orders, getting his hand to your inner thighs. You comply instantly, allowing you to come even closer to you by crawling in between your legs. “You know I’m gonna fuck you so hard, don’t you? Are you aware you will be used as a protest method, don’t you? I’m gonna fuck every person I found from now on if I’m gonna ruin my life getting married to a random person for the rest of my life. You are gonna be my first, and we will see if I want to keep you”

You could act offended, sure. You could say no, just for the sake of your pride. But, would you dared to lose the opportunity to be used by such man? His abuse of power has brought you here, but you are the one wanting to stay… “I don’t care for what purposes you will fuck me, my prince… I only care about being fucked by you, Sir”

“Ah… what a good one you are…” he whispers, crashing after his lips against yours. His tongue opens its way inside your mouth, violating your wet cave with intense motions. His hand reach for your sex, squeezing, feeling the wet patches your arousal has created on your clothes.  

You inhale his manly moan when you reach for his erection. He was certainly not expecting for you to make a move, but he is so certainly pleased. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna fuck you right away” he tells you, sticking his E tattooed finger in between the little space left of his lips and yours.

You dare to squeeze a little, the dampened fabric of his pants now is way more noticeable, and you are certainly playing with fire… but, if the punishment is him fucking you, you are willing to burn yourself.

“Of course, you want me to fuck you, that’s exactly what you want” he sniggers kneeling on the bed and letting you drag yourself up just to unbuckle his belt. Skilful fingers free his sex from the fabric’s prison, his hardness standing before you with reddish swelling and a dripping tip.

You lick your upper teeth, making Law amazed by how willingly you full your mouth of his dick. You move your head up and down, making his gland tickle your throat and your eyes cry. Law enjoys the reflection of your slutty behaviour on the mirror above you as he impatiently waits for you to go even harder with your oral skills.

“Too slow” he protests, this time taking control now of your head by pulling your hair. “Now gag” he commands, burying himself into your throat and squeezing your nose against his crotch. “That’s good, look at you almost turning blue from the lack of air” he laughs at your desperate gasps for air that you take once in a while, and every time you can- which is almost never.

You notice his lower belly muscles spasming, sure that he was going to fill your mouth with his cum, but he, of course, stops. He pulls your head back, his dick shiny by your saliva and the strings forming of it from your mouth. “Turn around, ass up” he commands.

You pant, and hastily breathing some good and necessary oxygen you turn around. Ass up, legs slightly spread, head over the soft sheets of King Donquixote that you are sure you have already shamelessly ruined.

Law rips your clothing; he is way stronger than you thought. You can see how he takes a moment to appreciate your dripping sex from behind and maybe thinking the best plan of action to fuck you.

He lays in bed, belly down while his hands spread your ass cheeks. Law uses his tongue to lick front back, delighted by your flavour. “Mh.. who would say servitude would taste so good?” he says, muzzled by your folds.

The prince’s expert tongue turn your legs weak, making it difficult to keep your position still… but for him, you are willing to make the effort.

His black painted nails -yet another show of disconformity with royalty- bury on your flesh, leaving the imprints of his tight, violent grip. You don’t try to hold back any moan, and brazenly you whine your upcoming orgasm away.

Trembling, and watching on the mirror the tattoo of his back move with his muscles as he relentlessly eats you out, you come. His lips, chin and nose becomes shiny from your climaxing fluids, and he loves it. He wipes it with his palm. Palm he after licks clean. “Delicious… you are fucking delicious” he says but doesn’t allow you to change your position. And even if your waist is in pain, that stops being a matter when the tip of his dick gets inside you.

He goes deep inside of you, feeling your still spasming walls hug to his sex. “Ah… you are so tight, you milk me so well” he chimes, with one of his hands passing and pressing under your belly and the other gripped from your hair.

Law thrusts in you, in an out. The sound of his lap hitting against the back of your thighs mixes with both of your moans in the sinful song of a good fuck. On and on he goes, making you overly stimulated and barely passing out from so much pleasure.

You feel your insides clench even harder to his sex, and your next orgasm hitting you like waves of pure ecstasy. Law keeps fucking you mercilessly, he wants you to experience orgasm after orgasm, almost like an overstimulating torture.

“LAW? WHAT THE HELL?”

Not even the sudden sound of the doors being slammed open, and the voice of the King can make Law stop. What’s more, that’s what he has been wanting to happen.

“I’m gonna fuck every person I see in this fucking castle, try to make me marry to that bitch” Law says, with a defiant smirk and unstoppable hips. “LAW, SON?” even the mute brother of the king is now talking. Perhaps the effect of watching his son fuck a person so violently cured his muteness.

You swallow, and your throat feels like you are drinking sand. You are sure you are getting executed for such act of disrespect even if Law never stops fucking you throughout such terrible situation.

Doflamingo takes his hands to his temples to calm himself down, even if the vein swelling on his forehead showed how stressed he is… “Kid, I’ve never told you to stop fucking other people. Just marry that bitch until I stole their kingdom… kids these days…” he says, walking away from his own bedroom. Though he stops before crossing the door…

“By the way, Rosinante… did you just speak?”

[ichoosefictionalthoughts]

hurt/comfort ron fic? :)

AHHH thank you for the request. I haven't proof read it as I wanted to get it out as fast as possible for you! Warnings - overworking yourself, food related stuff as reader forgets to eat, a breakup and maybe a bit ooc ron since I haven't written for him in years. I hope you enjoy - please tell me what you think of it! Tunnelvision - Ron Weasley x Reader (hurt/comfort + word count 695)

'OWLs are next week. I am going to fail. OWLs are next week. I am going to fail.' A constant look of that for you don't know how long. Hermoine has came and went several times trying to get you into your dormroom even if its just to get you away from your desk, but you can't leave. Not yet. If you leave now you wont be prepared and you'll fail and you won't be able to do anything once you leave school and -

A slam on the desk makes you jump. You look up to see a pair of blue eyes glaring at you under a curtain of red. "Ron, you are in a library you can't just-" He cuts you off. "I can't just what? make sure my friend eats? You haven't left your chair in eight hours… I'm worried about you."

You look at the clock - you didn't realise time had moved that fast. It also explains your splitting headache since you haven't even left to go get water. Normally your boyfriend, well now ex, used to study with you and you would take breaks together. But you broke up last week. 'Maybe thats why I have been focusing on the exams more, that way I don't need to see him.' The realisation must be readable on your features as Ron starts to close your books and take them into his arms, making sure you can't grab them and sneak off somewhere else. Your stomach rumbles and when you go to stand you feel rather dizzy and tired, like you wanna sleep forever.

"Come with me and get something to eat, and don't lie to me by saying you aren't hungry. God I sound like my mother." He walks and you follow, leading you into the hall.

You both sit next to each other and start eating. Ron eats as if someone is going to steal it from him, most likely a habit he picked up from being younger than his brothers in a busy house. But you pick at your food, you feel more sick than hungry now that you have left it so long without having anything to eat. Ron notices and actually stops eating to your surprise. "Y/N, eat."

"I am full - do you want the rest of mine?"

He just stares at you with a straight face. "Your lies used to be more believeable, I just need you to eat something so you have enough energy to pass your OWLs."

'he is right i suppose i dont remember the last time i ate, i have been too focused on my exams to even notice when its meal times'

Once you start eating you actually realise how hungry you were, you eat as much as you feel you can and start to feel like you could just fall asleep right there and then. Ron looks at you, fork full of peas, and sees how tired you actually look. "C'mon lets go to the common room."

He takes you up all the stairs with your head leant against him. You barely notice when you end up on the couch with the fire on and blankets wrapped around you. You look up from your comfy couch nest to see Ron coming towards you with a glass of water. You move your legs to let him sit by them. As he's setting down the glass on a nearby coffee table he starts. "You know, asking for help doesn't make you weak you know? I am here for you, we all are. Hell I needed to ask you to kill that spider last week." He shivers at the thought of its many legs. "I know you are worried about exams but you're the smartest person I know, just don't tell Hermoine." That makes you laugh. "We can stay here for as long as you want, we don't have to talk if you don't want to. But I am here for you no matter what okay?" He stayed with you until you fell asleep that night, still on the couch, and it was the best nights sleep you may have had in weeks.

[lovelydesiress]

Ahhh it's the last day of pride month. I forget to write something so I'm using something I wrote a few years back.

I LOVE A WOMAN

FxF

Warnings: F slur mentioned, yelling

There was a little girl, she was always different from others but never truly knew what. One day while she was playing with a ball a girl showed up "Hey I'm Marcy" she said "I'm Lulu." From then on they had a unbreakable bond those two were never without each other they played together, laughed, talked about things their parents could never understand about them. Lulu, she had this thing in her heart that gave her butterflies when she looked at Marcy she didn't know what it was until she heard the word lesbian. She was 15 at the time Marcy was too. She looked into the word that's when everything clicked for her. The feelings she felt how she always felt safe to talk to Marcy the reason she was different she didn't like Marcy she loved Marcy! When she became 17 her and Marcy were dating it was the happiest she ever felt Marcy became her world. At 20 she decided she would tell her father Lulu only had a father her mother died when she was born her father never had time to play or even to talk to her, most of the time she was by herself.

She looked at her father at the dinner table she took a heavy breath "Dad there's something I've been meaning to tell you" his response would weight on her heart. She needed to know, she needed to see what her father though about her. His black life sucking eyes looked into hers edging her to continue, to let out his curse. "I'm lesbian" she blurted out her father only chuckled "I'm serious dad. I like girls I like kissing Marcy my girlfriend" a serpent like aura slithered across the room. Lulu skin felt like it was being bricked by a mean doctor her heart pounded anticipating what was to happen. "What did you just say?" He got up and yelled she stood her ground. She winced not in fear but foolishness of course he wasn't approving that man gave off several red flags as she started hitting puberty. "Dad I love Marcy I don't care if you don't approve it's my world not yours you can choose to accept it or lose my respect and care." He was bolling mad "YOU COME IN HERE SAYING YOU ARE A F*G GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FU*KING DISAPPOINTMENT YOUR THE REASON MY WIFE DIED!" He threw his half finished glass at her but missed, she still stayed calm she wasn't about to give this man her tears "Honestly I feel sorry for you no one to love you like Marcy loves me, mom didn't die giving birth to me she died after she married you she realized how much of monster you are so she prayed to die, her soul died by being with you" Lulu softly said "You know nothing about how I loved her" he cried "love? Dad love is loving someone regardless of their color, what they've done or how they look it's about who they are that is love, what you showed mom wasn't love it was possession you treated her like an object then ridiculed her. When I was alone Marcy shower me a world she gave me hope while you just sat down every night and drank your stupid old beer you never even bothered to ask how I was Marcy on the other hand cared for me she was the only person that wiped my tears away when I cried she was the friend who stayed when I was broken she carried me to sleep every night she loves me enough to listen and feel she told me more than you have how much she loves me."

With that Lulu walked away her father stood their contemplating every word she had spoke. The next day everyone in town knew of their love but still they didn't care as long as they're happy. Lulu father looked out the window he saw them together holding a lesbian flag and paint all over them in the lesbian flag colors. They looked happy, they were happy the father watched. As day became night he started to understand the truth.

[toruvi]

Hope this isnt creepy or stalkerish but I was wondering if you do any cons or art stalls? If you do, do you have a list of where youre going to be? I hope this isnt too uncomfortable to ask, its just Im a big fan of your art and paychecks so I kinda want to meet you in person to say thank you for existing and how your stickers and paychecks fic are like the only thing keeping me going- ✨️

Oh wow I'm extremely flattered ;; um um I have a few cons planned throughout the year actually!! I don't say much about the small ones bc they're a little too local so fhdjdjdkdk but the next big one Im going to is SacAnime in September! I forgot what table I'm at LMAO but ya!! I have another big one planned but I'm technically not allowed to talk about it yet but I'm also hoping to get into Anime New York comic con aaaaaaaa when Im more sure about the bigger cons Ill most likely be talking about them :)

I will say on the very small chance someone recognizes my art at a con I just ask you to not bring up paychecks/Tumblr/fanfic in general bc the people I table with don't really know about it fhdhfhdhs I hope you understand! I sincerely appreciate the support though ahhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[chronicallycosy]

Stardew Valley; My Beloved

A special interest of mine since its release! My first chronically cosy blog is about Stardew Valley. It is mostly a love letter to this game. How much it means to me. The happiness and cosiness it brings. SDV has gotten me through so much. 

This game may have been released over 8 years ago back in Feb 2016. However, over the years, developer Concerned Ape has brought us quite a few free updates. Bringing more quality of life, more end-game content and more. A low purchase cost and free updates? Concerned Ape massively sets the standard for the games industry. I will forever love indie games. 

Did you even play Stardew Valley if you didn't put the shorts in the soup?

After being over 200 hours on switch and 700 hours on steam, I like to consider myself quite the seasoned SDV player. As it has become one of my biggest autistic special interests, my mind has become a walking wiki. I recently dived into Stardew Valley Expanded mod which was super exciting to play. I definitely recommend checking that out if you are a SDV lover and play on PC/Steam Deck! 

I recently put to bed my beach farm which ended up being a perfection run of which I married Emily. Ahh, I love her. She has a golden heart. 

I haven’t started the new chicken starter farm though! I am patiently waiting for switch update release so I can enjoy the new update there. Unless someone wants to get me a steam deck, please steam, hit me up. I desperately need a steam deck in my life. Also, my next run, I will be marrying Sam. He doesn’t get the love and appreciation he deserves and he is an angel. 

Speaking of the recent update, hello?? XP books, book buffs, the mastery levels?! The upgraded furnace?? AHHH. There was so much welcomed quality of life and boosts to end game content. The racoon family is SO CUTE. I love the festival in Calico Desert too. The new furniture tables, the trinkets, dehydrator, fish smoker, extra house space, just so many cool new features that enhances the game. Hot tip, turn your quarry into a tapper and moss combi farm! 

I could speak about this game all day, I just love it so much. Relaxing winter days re-arranging the farm ready for the start of a new year. Trying to get that community centre done in year one. Creating the craziest ancient fruit wine farm on Ginger Island. Getting to 100 in Skullcavern with no stairs. The Marnie and Lewis scandals. The excitement of waking up to a giant crop, or multiple! The game is just full of so many satisfying, wholesome and funny moments that never get old, at least for me anyway! 

However, the game is absolutely not immune to critism. Nothing is perfect and things can always improve! As a non-binary person one of my biggest wishes is for a pronoun update. I would also love to see some more new characters with more diversity. I also wish we could give Marlon gifts and get friendship with him! I would also really love to see Marnie and Lewis actually marry, and be open about their relationship further into the game when you learn of their secrets. More roommate options similar to Krobus would be cool too! I also wish for a special item or book that allows to see daily luck without tuning into the TV. I really hope Concerned Ape continues to bring us updates, no matter the wait, it is always worth waiting for. 

What are your favourite Stardew Valley memories? What do you love about the game? What do you hope for the future of Stardew Valley? I would love to hear your thoughts! 

Oooo also, have you been to the concert or are you planning to go? I’m going in June and I’m so excited as I absolutely love the soundtrack and orchestra! 

Chronically Cosy, aka Georgia :) 

[pommegrantaire]

Hey y'all !! ✨ Some exciting news: I’ll be a virtual vendor at this years Canzine @ TCAF May 8th-15th ! I’ve spent the last few months working on bringing my zines and prints to life, and here’s what I’ll have up for sale ✨

EDIT: It’s live! Come visit my shop Here!

(There's so much FMA stuff lmao)

It’s free to attend and there’ll be sooo many amazing exhibitors alongside me, so come check it out!!✨💕 (And maybe share to spread the word? 🙏) It’s my first time as a vendor for the show and i’m THRILLED.

[lotus-flowerz]

hello hello I love your writings so far sobs I couldn't help but do an ask myself aa (it's my first ask ever help hwkajd) could I request perhaps gn reader that flinched away from the boys by reflex? (preferably with Diluc, Kaeya and Kazuha but you can add or remove someone if you want to!) like they were hanging out and reader was lost in thoughts and suddenly when they see in the corner of their eyes how the boys raise their arm for smth reader quickly raises their arms above their own head to protect it- how would they react and how would they comfort the reader? I hope it's not too much or if you're uncomfortable with it you can ignore it if you want to whaaaa

AHHH TY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING! i actually do this too, some of my old friends would make fun of me for it, so i hope that my writing here is accurate >.<

i also added beidou in here, hope you don't mind, i just had to since she's my favorite character <3

TW!! FLINCHING, ANXIETY, PAST TRAUMA, MENTION OF DEATH AND INJURIES

SLIGHT INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS

KAEYA BACKSTORY SPOILERS

The cherry blossoms fell silently from the trees under which you and Kazuha were sitting. Those had remained unchanged since you and Kazuha were children. The beauty of the pink blossoms falling towards the green earth without a care.

It had remained the same through the vision hunt decree, through the war, through watching Tomo get killed by the shogun, through both of you getting injured during said fight. Kazuha's hand was burnt from Tomo's vision, and your body had a large scar running from your knee to the side of your neck from a stray bolt of lighting from Tomo's divine punishment. If not for Kazuha's determination to not lose another friend and Beidou and her crew caring for you, you would be dead.

These days, although you and Kazuha both carried the same trauma, he seemed to be doing leaps and bounds better than you were. Your eyes flitted to Kazuha, who was writing poetry. The only sound that could be heard was his pen gliding across the paper, filling it with his eloquent words that always seemed to flow so smoothly.

You were deep in thought, when out of the corner of your eye you spotted something coming towards your face. Instinctively, your hands flew out to shield yourself, leaving a very confused Kazuha, who was only scratching his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Dove.. did you think I was going to hurt you?"

You slowly lowered your arms, guilt washing over you.

"No! It's just- sometimes, when movements are too sudden.. I.. you know, I try to protect myself because uh.."

His eyes drifted to your scar, then looked up at your face, only to find it tilted to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his, then kissing your forehead.

One hand snaked around your waist while the other traced lightly over your scar, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around him as well, putting a little of your weight onto him.

He kissed your lips, squeezing you tight against him.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

"Kazuha, it's not-"

"I know it's not my fault. And I know I couldn't have prevented it. But I promise you, you're safe now."

He brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." you said, squeezing him a little tighter.

"No need to thank me. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kazuha."

You had been a part of Beidou's crew for just over a year now, after meeting her in the wharf of Liyue harbor after finally finding the courage to leave your abusive and toxic partner. You didn't have a place to stay and you were clearly distraught, so when she asked if you were okay and you immediately began to cry, she offered you to come on her ship. You trusted her, since she was the well-known captain of the Crux. After you had explained your situation, she offered you to join her crew. You agreed, and began dating her about six months after joining the Crux.

Because you had been aboard the Alcor for a year, you knew the crew was loud and prone to get drunk. You had never liked to drink, preferring to quietly sip a small glass of dandelion wine while sitting next to Beidou while she drank a few beers and talked with her crew.

It was now the one year anniversary of when you had left Liyue Harbor, and conveniently, the Alcor was anchored there for a bit for a supplies run, imports drop off, and exports pickup. While out and about with Beidou, you had seen your ex in the wharf. They were about to come and talk to you, when you had pointed them out to Beidou. Beidou had slipped her arm around your waist, glaring at your ex, who glared back and turned heel to walk away.

Now, you sipped your wine beside Beidou, deep in thought. The loud atmosphere wasn't helping your anxieties, and you couldn't get your ex's glare out of your head. You didn't even realize you were completely zoned out until Beidou raised her arm to sling it around your shoulders, after she noticed you were zoned out.

Your arms flew up to shield yourself, and you spilt wine all over the both of you. The cup clattered to the floor, but luckily no one else noticed what just happened.

Beidou's face dropped and she quickly picked up the cup, setting it back down on the table.

"Men!" she called out. "Y/n and I are turning in early tonight! Make sure you scallywags have this cleaned up by the morning!"

The crew cheered their goodnights, raising their beers to their captain and her first mate. Beidou smiled, slipped an arm around your waist, and led you back to your guys' shared quarters.

"Alright doll, what happened just now?"

She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to you, looking at you with a certain softness that made you melt.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my ex, and how we saw them earlier, and I couldn't get their glare out of my head.. and I left them exactly a year ago.. I don't know why I flinched away from yo-"

Beidou cut you off by taking both of your hands into hers.

"Y/n, don't say sorry! You know, your ex wouldn't stand a chance against even my weakest crew member. They will never hurt you again."

"I don't doubt that for a second," you said, a small smile growing on your face, "Thank you for taking me in, Beidou."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. I couldn't ask for a better first mate. You're safe now, okay?" she smiled, squeezing your hands.

You looked into her eyes for a moment before throwing your arms around her. She squeezed you back, kissing your head.

"C'mon, let's shower and get this wine off of us." she giggled.

You laughed. "Yeah, let's."

Kaeya had told you his backstory, but you never mentioned yours. You just weren't ready to talk about it. Your parents had never been great, you always walked on eggshells around everyone, and everyone was all too rough with you, emotionally and physically.

You had met Kaeya in the tavern one night, while trying to drink away what you were feeling. Kaeya had noticed how obliterated you were and let Diluc know he was taking you to stay at the Knights Headquarters, and would keep an eye on you. The rest was history, and now you and Kaeya had been dating for a little over a year.

Kaeya had told you his backstory on Monday. That same day later on, you had a run in with your parents at Blanche's, where they had yelled at you for deciding to become a Knight, and proceeded to pick you apart from your very core.

In turn, you had been drinking a little more than usual for the entire week. You seemed more withdrawn and just not fully there. And it all came to a head when you were laying in bed next to Kaeya.

He went to put his arm over you, a loving gesture, but your arms came up on instinct to shield yourself. He sighed loudly.

"You're scared of me."

"Oh Archons- I didn't mean to- no, I swear it isn't-"

"You've been acting all angry and cold ever since I told you about my roots. I thought you would be the one who didn't leave me after I told them."

"No, Kaeya- please, just let me explain!"

"I'm listening."

You began to hesitantly tell him about your parents. His face grew angrier and angrier every time you told him another thing your parents had done to you.

"I'll kill them. I had no idea that that happened though. I'm sorry for assuming."

"It's alright, Kaeya. I didn't even consider that you might think I was acting weird because of where your confession."

"I swear they'll never get near you again, alright? You're safe now. It's alright."

He pulled you into him, wrapping you up in his strong arms and putting his legs over yours, making you feel protected and safe.

"No one will hurt you, not on my watch. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kaeya. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No need for apologies, you were gonna tell me when you were ready. Now let's get some sleep, that dandelion wine I downed earlier is starting to get to me."

You giggled, burying your head further into his chest.

"Alright. Goodnight, Kaeya."

"Night, prince/ess."

You and Diluc had been dating for a few months now, you had met when he had needed to hire a new bartender, and you volunteered your mixing skills to the Angel's Share. You had caught his eye immediately, and he had asked you out on a date soon after you began your work there.

Your ex wasn't a kind person, to say the least, so you had been hesitant to say yes. You assured Diluc that this was just because your ex was unkind to you, but you had never mentioned physical harm. You hadn't wanted to worry him.

You were sitting on the couch with Diluc, his arm slung over your shoulders while you stared into the crackling flames of the fire burning before you. Diluc wasn't paying attention, as he was reading a book in his free hand.

He raised his arm up, attempting to adjust to a more comfortable position, but you misread this. Your arms were shielding your face in an instant, and Diluc was looking at you with a shocked and concerned face that quickly morphed to anger.

"I'm going to kill him." he growled/

You lowered your arms and looked down, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Did he hit you??"

"I, um, didn't want to worry you."

"Barbatos.. and this domestic abuser is just, what, roaming around Mondstat? No punishment for the pain he put you through?"

"I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want him to come and hurt me. I also didn't want to cause any trouble."

Diluc rubbed a hand over his face, before wrapping you in a hug.

"You're safe here, alright? I will never lay a hand on you to hurt you. I won't let anyone else hurt you either, okay?"

"Thank you.." your eyes welled up with tears, "I thought you would be upset that I didn't tell you."

"No, never. It's a hard thing to talk about. If you'd like, I have connections. We can have him arrested."

"I don't want to cause trouble.."

"You won't. He won't be able to hurt anyone else this way. But we can discuss this later. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"That'd be nice. Thanks, Diluc."

"You're welcome, angel. Tell me if anyone hurts you again, alright? I'll protect you."

"Will do. I love you."

"I love you too."

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

You don’t want to miss dessert - Rio (Good Girls)

Ok so let’s be honest, last night’s episode was just pure teasing, the hands, the smirks, the bedroom scene. God have mercy I’m about to bust 😂 The thought of Rio making you cum into his hands in his own family home while everyone is waiting outside is just 👅 Enjoy this one 😏

Warning : Smut

Word Count : 1.6k (Not proofread)

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Being in business with Rio was definitely a challenge for you. You’ve had your arguments over the past 2 years, them not always ending well. You had wanted out after 8 months, but he wouldn’t let you do that. He had threatened you for you to come back to work with him. The problem with your relationship, was that both of you always wanted to be right and have the upper hand. He loved that you were daring and confident, but he often needed to remind you who was boss.

You could say your relationship was complicated. It was only business related, even though the both of you had slept together a couple of times before, not making it a recuring thing. Three times, you had slept together three times since you had met him, each time better than the other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t drawn and attracted to Rio. Hell, even his name made you feel puddy. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever hooked up with before. Maybe it was the fact that you never really met someone like him, which is normal cause Rio is unique.

People wouldn’t necessary imagine the both of you working and being together, but that’s why it made perfect sense. Neither your entourage nor the FBI would suspect you to be in business with a guy like him. By the look of it, you seem to live in two different worlds, but you were very much alike. You needed to be in control, just like him and you had a certain way to plan and do things, which matched his way to do business.

He thrusted you, and he had spoken to you about meeting important people, which you were nervous for. You didn’t want to imagine someone more dangerous and intimidating than him, but you tried to prepare yourself for the worse. You were supposed to meet later that day and he had texted you the address. Parts of you was always being skeptical about his next move, fearing something bad could happen to you, not that you had anything to hide.

Being on your way to meet him, you felt the palms your hands getting sweaty, wiping them off on the black dress you chose to wear. Just like Rio, dark colors were your go to, often wearing dresses and skirts to show your legs. You got out of the car, walking slowly towards the red door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hey mama” a deep throaty voice startled you, making you turn around to see your boss boarding a slight smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your cheeks getting warmer as he motioned for you to follow him through the backyard. You got nervous for a minute but once you passed the wooden door, you saw kids running around and the smell of grilled food making your mouth water calmed you down. He walked towards the table, putting his arms around an older lady’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“This is my boss” he said, looking at her, then diverting his eyes towards yours quickly

“I’m just his grandmother” she said, chuckling lightly before looking back at you. “You must be (Y/N)”

“I am” you answered, nodding softly

“Well, both of you come take your seat, you arrived just in time for dinner” she said motioning her hands towards the table, where a few plates were already laid down. Rio pulled your chair as you sat down, mumbling a quick thank you, string at him as he took the seat next to you. You were getting slightly less nervous as all of you ate your delicious food while talking and laughing.

“So how do you know my uncle?” a 10-year-old kid asked you, taking a bite of his chicken.

“She’s just a work friend, bud” Rio answered for you

“What’s she do?” the kid asked again, looking at his uncle

“Um, she helps me out” he said looking at you “That right?” Rio smirked at you as you nodded

“That all?” the guy in front of him asked, stepping into the conversation, looking devilishly at the both of you. “Heard a lot about you (Y/N)” he continued as you felt Rio getting tense beside you.

“Um yeah, that’s all” you said slightly blushing, feeling Rio’s hand on your back, rubbing it slowly. He changed the subject, knowing his cousin was making you uncomfortable. You continued eating quietly as they all laughed and talked together. You could feel his hands on your back still, pushing back your chair before excusing yourself.

“I’m sorry, is there a bathroom I could use please?” You smiled slightly at Rio’s grandma, as she gave you direction. You made your way inside, finding the bathroom easily. You did what you had to do, and washed your hands looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss. You could hear the sound of their laughter from where you were, making you sight lightly.

You got out, making your way through the hallway, passing a bedroom, which seemed to be his grandmother’s. You stopped by the door, seeing some picture frames placed neatly on a bookshelf, making you walked closer into the room to look closely at them. You picked a picture of a young Rio graduating into your hands and it made you wonder what he studied. You didn’t picture him as a big school person, so you were surprised to say the least. You jumped slightly as Rio’s husky voice, interrupted you.

“What are you doing?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking at you, deeply.

“I don’t know, I just got curious” you shrugged your shoulders, watching his every moves. He moved closer to you, making you hold your breath, nervous and aroused. He made you weak in the knees and you could hardly speak without getting flustered. Even thought you were a confident woman, his body close to yours always had that effect on you, and he knew it. You turned towards the bookcase again, feeling his firm chest pressing against your back, as he picked up a smaller picture frame, the both of you looking at it.

“You find anything interesting?” he asked, his mouth next to your ear, sending down shivers down your spine. He put the frame back, his arms brushing yours lightly, making you turn around to face him. His eyes burned into yours, waiting for your answer. You licked your lips, looking at your fumbling hands before meeting his dark eyes again

“I don’t know” you said, feeling bold you dropped both of your hands on his chest, sliding them down until they could rest on the waistband of his pants “You tell me” you stated, before unbuckling his belt.

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you look at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He shook his head slightly, putting your hand down and dragging his towards your thigh. His finger danced on your soft skin, goosebumps rising onto your body. He lifted your leg slowly, resting it on his waist. His face now in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over throat, making you close your eyes, appreciating the moment. You felt his long fingers trail up to the side of your emerald, green lace panties, before making his way to your dripping core, spreading your juices, letting out a throaty groan.

The sound of him only making you wetter, his finger making its way into your warm tight flesh. A quiet moan erupted from your mouth as you grabbed his shoulder firmly, bringing him even closer to you. The room was silent, except for the sounds of his digits pumping in and out of you quickly. Your breathing was getting heavier, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. His thumb found his way to your clit, massaging it slowly, putting just enough pressure to make your body quiver.

He inserted another finger inside of your leaking fold, fastening his pace, making you clench around him. One of your hand traveled to his neck, digging your fingers into the back of it, as he let out a deep groan next to your ear.

“R-Rio” you mumbled quietly, clenching your eyes shut, feeling your climax approaching by the second.

“I know mama” he whispered “let it go” right when the words left his lips, you felt yourself relax into his embrace, as your orgasm took over you. He helped you ride it out, pumping his fingers slowly, before removing them from your inside. You faltered your dress as he moved towards the door.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss dessert” he said smirking before leaving you all flustered into his grandma’s bedroom. You waited a few minutes, before following behind him, joining the others around the table outside.

“Ahhh here she is. We wondered where you’ve been” Rio’s cousin exclaimed as you sat down. “Pie?” he handed you a plate, not waiting for your reply. You took it, placing it in front of you listening to the older lady speak. As you all finished your dessert, you saw Rio from the corner of your eyes, dig his finger into the whipped cream remaining on his plate, and popping them into his mouth sucking slowly on them. You could feel his eyes on you, and you could only imagine him smirking as his tongue lapped at his finger, the same fingers that were minutes ago buried into your tight pussy. Just the thought of him tasting the remaining of your hot fluid made you clench your thighs together, Rio not missing the sight of you getting flustered again.

“Mhh … I think this must be the best dessert I’ve ever tasted”

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[shootingstarwritings]

Chemical Reaction

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.  

“Ahhh!” Michelle cried out, slamming her phone onto the table she and her friends were having lunch at.

At first, neither of them took a glance, just happily munching on their meals until Michelle cleared her throat and said, “Umm, UTV is having a concern next month! In our state!”

“AAAAHHHH!”

Finally, the response it deserves, Michelle thought as her friends joined in the shrieks.

“I’ve been waiting years for them to tour this dump,” Michelle’s friend, Cindy, said. “Can you believe it?”

“I’m practically dying,” their other friend, a girl who preferred to go by Nebula, said in a monotone voice. “But like, in a good way. Never thought UTV would ever have a comeback tour and stop by here in the armpit of the nation.” Nebula took the phone and eagerly began to read through the website details.

Cindy set her boba tea down and let out another quick shriek. “I was just watching their last tour the other night. It must be fate that this is happening.” She took Michelle’s hand, oblivious to Michelle’s blush, and cheered. “Luckily we got UTV’s number one fan as a bestie, huh, Nebby?”

Nebula cringed at the nickname but didn’t respond. Her attention too focused on the phone as her grimace grew. “Uh, Nebby? Everything ok?” Michelle asked.

“No, it isn’t. This concert’s being held on the other side of the goddamn state and neither of us have a car.” Nebula slammed the phone on the table and crossed her arms. “The universe just loves giving me hope just to dash them at the last second.” Looking up at the sky, she said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill me already?”

Michelle gasped and took the phone back. Nebula was right. It’d take hours on the highway to reach the concert site and on top of that they’d probably need to stay a night at a nearby hotel to save up on having to do two back and forth trips. None of their parents would trust the three with cars or staying a hotel by themselves. By now, the fantasy of UTV playing in front of her was slowly growing further and further away—just out of reach. “This… can’t be happening.”

Cindy scowled and slammed her hands on the table, not caring at the glares she kept receiving. “Fucking—goddamn—motherfucking! Ahh!” At first it seemed as though she would exploded, but settled for merely lying down on the table, sighing. “What’s the point of being 18 when you can’t even drink or have a car or anything?”

“Such is the plight of the young woman,” said Nebula. “We have rights but we don’t have rights.”

“Then let’s take our rights back.” Michelle stood up from her chair, glaring defiantly at whatever god or demon decided to fuck with her chances to taste UTV’s sweat live on concert while they played. “You guys forget about my special little brew?”

Nebula and Cindy stared at her blankly before gasping. They both grinned, sharing an excited glint in their eyes. “Girl, you never fail to disappoint me,” said Cindy, shining like the sun.

“And Michelle gives us another ray of hope,” Nebula said like a prayer. “Hard to believe a saint walks among us.”

“Full moon’s in a few weeks. So we got plenty of time to get the potion ready.”

“But, who you gonna take over this time?” Cindy asked. “Our folks’d get suspicious about one of them suddenly be willing to chaperon us for a UTV concert. If it was the fucking Beetles, maybe...”

“Oh, I won’t be taking over any of our parents,” said Michelle, smirking as she visualized her target. “Just watch, girls. I’ll get us a car and a little chaperon for us.”

Michelle’s older brother, Frankie, was on the verge of graduating college. Pursuing a degree in Business and minoring in Econ, he was a gifted entrepreneur and already had a small business with some buddies from the same program. Not only that, but he had seriously bulked up in the years spent in his university’s newly built gym.

And all of that was the reason why Michelle had never hated Frank as much as she did now. Every time he went to the town’s gym with his fuckboy friends, he posted it online for the world to see. And, unfortunately, Michelle had the misfortune to witness friends and family gush over her brother through their brown-nosing social media posts.

However, Michelle had the opportunity to nab that all for herself. This was the first year Frank was gonna stay with his family for the summer, and Michelle wasn’t going to let that opportunity slide. The concert was a simple excuse to take advantage of that and help her friends out at the same time. A win-win for all except her bro.

On the night of a full moon, Michelle brewed the potion to use next time Frankie came back from the gym. UTV’s concert was coming up soon, but she had already reserved the tickets and hotel room by snatching up Frankie’s credit card while he wasn’t looking. “To make up for all the birthdays he missed,” she told herself.

Frankie returned a few hours after Michelle’s plan was in motion. “Hey Michelle!” he said, roughly ruffling Michelle’s hair as he arrived from the gym. She knew it was unintentional, but he was always rough with his affection. “How you doing?”

Michelle shrugged. “Going about it day by day. College’s looking more and more unaffordable by the second.”

Frankie grinned and laughed. “Hey, don’t worry! Worst comes to worst, I’ll help mom and dad pay for your tuition. I really want my li’l sis to enjoy college like I did.”

Michelle beamed at him, glad to see he didn’t suspect anything. “You must be parched after spending so long in the gym.” Taking out a sports drink container full of her potion, he tossed it to her eager brother. “Here. My treat.”

“Hey, thanks!” Without even checking what was inside, Frankie threw his head back and chugged most of the contents. Gullible as always, Michelle thought, only barely managing to suppress her smirk. “This shit taste fan-fucking-tastic, Michelle. Buy me some more if you get the chance.” Frankie ruffled her hair some more before making his way over to his room.

“Ten-mississippi, nine-mississippi,” Michelle counted down after a few minutes passed. Once she got down to zero, she walked over to her brother’s room and pressed her ear against the door. A thud and a low moan soon followed. Perfect. She threw the door open and found her brother lying on the ground and struggling to reach the door. “Hey there, bro,” Michelle said, grinning madly at her prey.

“Mi-Mi...” Frankie tried to speak, not having the energy to do so. “Heeeeelp…”

“Don’t worry, Frankie,” she said, walking around him and staring down at his naked, muscular back that would soon be hers. “That pain’ll end soon. And then I’ll feel so much better.” All his brother could even say was a moan of agony. “Don’t worry your dumb head over it. Just lie back and enjoy.”

He couldn’t even say anything in return as Michelle kneeled down and pressed her hand against his back. After a bit of force, Michelle’s hand fully sunk into him, as though his body was liquid. Frank let out a pitiful moan as his sister penetrated him, but she paid him no mind. In fact, Michelle enjoyed it. “I’ll be gentle,” she giggled.

Frankie let out another moan as Michelle placed both of her hands and feet inside of him, phasing through his skin with little resistance. “Wh-Whyyyy?” he managed to utter, squinting and blinking in the unbearable uncomfort that the possession process caused. His breathing was reduced to quick gulps of air and groans of agony bordering on pleasure from bondage.

“Because it’s my turn to have all those privileges!” Michelle shouted as she pressed more of herself into her bother. “It’s my goddamn turn to be the golden child. It’s my fucking birthright you piece of shit!” Frankie grimaced as his sister slowly sank further into the depths of depravity.

Hearts and souls mixed into one; a cocktail of ecstasy and terror as Michelle fully phased into her own brother. Frankie turned over, his back to the floor as limbs coiled and his core rose and fell with endless convulsions. “Lemme goooo…!” Frankie tried to say again.

Michelle ignored his screams. Instead, she focused her resolve while she navigated his core and soul. Arm in arm, leg in leg—Michelle oriented her now intangible, phantasmic form to drive into her brother’s much larger body. Physical sensations were slow but eventually came to her. The pleasurably soreness of the gym alongside the strain of resisting possession gently washing over Michelle. She flexed her fingers as her brother moaned in panic.

“I-I can’t feel my hands...” he said as Michelle began to flex and feel the strong, firm muscle just beneath his skin. “Michelle, I can’t feel myself. Please…”

“Ssshhhh, relax, Frankie,” Michelle whispered as the her brother’s limbs warmed under her control. “Oooh!” she said, wincing with pleasure as the lovely soreness that comes from a nice and productive day at the gym nearly overwhelmed her. In that brief window, Frankie made a desperate dash towards the door only to fall flat on his face. Despite his will, he sat criss-crossed and started clapping, as if to mock his escape attempt.

“What’s wrong, bro?” said Michelle, matching her brother’s inflection as she spoke, “Just think of this as a sorta work out. Look at how much you’re sweating.” Feeling frisky, Michelle put her shirt over her nose and took a deep whiff to her brother’s disgust.

“Ohhhh, oh god, you smell like such a boy,” she cackled, so uncharacteristic in the normally chill Frankie. Michelle leaned back and lied down on the floor, moving and shaking her hips, toes curled and thighs rubbing against each other as an erection grew. Frankie continued moaning, but Michelle could feel his resistance weaken as the friction grew.

“P-Please, go ahead,” Frankie said, his quivering lips flipping to a lewd smile. “F-Fuck, use me like a doll, Michelle.” Michelle grinned. All of her victims, for the most part, were ‘stained.’ Bits of Michelle’s soul always managed to worm their way towards her victims. The preacher in her old Church group, the phys ed. teacher, and even a local officer were all perfectly fine with becoming tools for Michelle. Now, her brother would be the same way. “Just use me like a goddamn costume. Take me over. Fuck my brains out ‘til I can’t even remember my name. JUST—NNGGGH—JUST FUCKING USE ME!”

Frankie shot load after load of cum, staining his gym shorts even more than his trip to the gym had. “Ohhh,” Michelle sighed, stretching her new core and flexing her stolen limbs.

Each muscle stretched with a satisfying pop! Not just that, but the new weight and the height that Michelle was now endowed with gave her a brand new appreciation for her own home. All of a sudden, Michelle needed to duck to go through the doorframes as she strode through her house. “Mmm, real nice. Damn straight,” she laughed with her brother’s low baritone. “Damn, bro! Lookit these fucking tits,” Michelle said as she bounced her pecs. “I could give such a good titjob with these things. You really were letting your assets go to waste.”

With a quick slap on her new ass, Michelle took her phone and began texting her parents and friends. In just a few convincing words, UTV’s concert was within reach.

“HO-LEY-SHIT,” shrieked Cindy as they drove to the hotel. “Michelle, I dunno how you do it, but you’re a goddamn miracle-worker.”

Michelle spares a quick glance at her brother’s handsome face before focusing back on the highway. “Well, y’know me,” she said, enjoying the low rumbling in her chest. “I’ve got the magic touch,” she said with a snap of her fingers.

“And the magic muscles,” said Cindy, running her hand down Frankie’s thick thighs. “God, your brother got so lucky with these genes. Like, everyone’s gonna be drooling over your bro’s big-ass body!”

“If they’re not busy drooling over UTV,” Nebula said, spread over the backside, arms folded in front of her chest like she was resting in a coffin. “Speaking of drooling, Cindy, turn it back a notch. Michelle’s still driving and I’d rather not end up in a coffin yet. Not ‘til I have the money to buy an expensive one.” Cindy immediately pulled her hand back to Michelle’s chagrin.

“Yikes, my bad!” said Cindy, tittering. Had it just been a joke, Michelle thought before turning to focus on traffic again. “Guess I got carried away. Sorry Mi-mi.”

Mi-mi...

“No, no, it’s no problem,” she said, shrugging awkwardly in this body that wasn’t used to it. Frankie melted away and Michelle felt back to that awkward girl that used magic to artificially give herself that confidence again. The rest of the ride was mainly Nebula and Cindy chatting back and forth with Michelle occasionally chiming in—just as it always was. Even in her brother’s body, in the body of a priest, an officer, and even a teacher, Michelle was Michelle. And thus, she was not confident, powerful, and she was certainly not Cindy’s lover.

An endless series of “I’m not,” thought Michelle, glaring at the road ahead.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the hotel and left their stuff. “Only two beds,” Nebula noted. “We can share, Cindy. Frankie’s body’s kinda huge. It’d be like a soup spoon with a kitchen spoon.”

“Why do you have to mention spooning?” Michelle muttered, staring down at the ground.

Cindy said, “Sure, sounds good! I wouldn’t mind not getting crushed, tbh,” as if she didn’t hear Michelle.

“Well, let’s get going,” said Nebula. “UTV time!”

“AAAAHHHHH!” Though slow at first, Michelle joined in her friends’ shrieking, causing an imbalanced but still welcomed baritone to join in the excitement.

The concert, as expected, was great. UTV’s fusion of pop and metal combined with their looks filled the concert hall to its limit. People of all kinds from co-eds with bright futures to homely, middle-aged moms came from all over the state to listen to the comeback tour.

The one who stood out the most and kept getting conspicuous yet lustful looks was Michelle. She moved her borrowed body to the rhythm, breaking into a sweat. For the moment, caught up in the harmony, she forgot about Frankie and Michelle and only enjoyed the music. The eyes she caught remained unnoticed, even Cindy’s.

Once the concert wrapped up, Michelle sat by some nearby bleachers, stretching her sore muscles. “Damn, didn’t think dancing was like a full-body workout.” She looked around, trying to find her friends. Somehow, Nebula and Cindy wandered off without her realizing. “Nebby! Cindy!” she called out, forcing herself to stand up tall as she searched for them.

“Uhhh...” A chill went down Michelle’s neck as she heard a low yet familiar moan come from behind. She turned around and saw a half-conscious Nebula being supported by a grimacing Cindy.

“Mi-mi! Heeeelp!” Cindy said. Michelle ran over and almost threw Nebula to the roof with her new-found strength. “Oh, my bad...”

“Uhh, I’m sooo sleepy,” said Nebula with a long, drawn-out yawn. “Take me to the hotel room.”

“What happened?”

“Drank too much,” said Cindy, sighing. “She’s a sleepy drunk. Always was.”

“It was real goooood,” mewled Nebula.

“You’re gonna have to carry her,” said Cindy. “Dunno if you noticed, but uh...” she gave a weak flex, showing off her twiggy arms. Michelle doubted Cindy carried anything heavier than her purse.

“No prob,” said Michelle. Not for the first time, she was glad that her brother had such a large back. Carrying Nebula was like carrying a school backpack.

Nebula let out a small yawn and hugged Michelle close. “You’re like a giant pillow,” she muttered, nuzzling close to Michelle’s neck.

Cindy looked on with a blank expression.

“W-Well,” said Michelle, her face hot, “Let’s get going.”

“Yeah...”

The walk to the hotel was a silent agony. Cindy just looked to the side, dodging questions with one-word responses. And Michelle wasn’t the greatest conversationalist, so all she could offer was, “So how ‘bout that concert?” and, “Y’know I think Zac looked pretty sweet tonight,” before falling into silence as well.

When the three of them finally arrived at the hotel, Michelle took special care to tuck Nebula in. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together,” Cindy muttered. Michelle reddened but agreed. “What, not even gonna say anything?” said Cindy, raising her voice. “You think I’m that gross?”

“N-No…!” said Michelle, eyes glued to the floor.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower. See ya in a sec,” Cindy said. Carelessly and without shame, she threw off her shirt and bra to the side before strutting to the bathroom. Did she want Michelle to get an eyeful or…?

Michelle sighed and sat down on the empty bed. She stared up at the ceiling, her head a complete mess. What was Cindy trying to do? Seduce her? Or was she just messing with her?

I’m not gonna stand for this, Michelle found herself thinking, surprising herself. If she wants a dicking who am I to say no? Only the polite thing to do. Without realizing it, Michelle had been rubbing the hard on in her brother’s shorts. A few moans left her borrowed lips as she envisioned Cindy’s naked body, breasts swaying back and forth. Then, she flicked her brother’s nipples and shuddered as electric tingles wracked her body. “Ohh, hurry up, Cindy.” Michelle hadn’t understood what a sex drive really was until she dove into the body of her older brother.

Just before Michelle ripped the shorts off and just started whacking it right then and there, the bathroom’s door opened. Cindy stepped out wearing nothing but a towel. “Wow, I thought I took the hot shower,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at Michelle. “You’re looking redder than a tomato.”

Michelle swallowed and allowed her body to go with the flow. She stood up from the bed and smoothly sauntered towards Cindy. Her towering height only helped give her the edge as she leaned against the wall and said, “Sup, girl. Feelin’ lucky tonight?”

Cindy looked down at Frankie’s erection. A naughty glint appeared in her eyes and she said, “I thought you’d never ask.” She leaned in and kissed Michelle without warning.

For a moment, Michelle was ready to call it quits and retreat, but the raging stallion that churned inside of her brother’s loins pushed her forward. “Yeah...” she moaned into Cindy’s mouth. The hormones and excitement of a first kiss and a jock’s raging sex drive fused into a man that hungered. She lifted Cindy up and carried her over to the bed, their lips never splitting. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” she said, surprised at her gentle yet passionate words. Her brother—and now her—was a real gentleman. “I’ll be gentle...” she whispered.

Cindy whimpered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Michelle swallowed. The spell had warned what sex with another person while possessing would lead to. The union of two souls into one while one soul was hijacking another would lead to an inseparable fusion. Not just Michelle, but reality as a whole would be changed forever.

“The meeting of two personalities…” That Carl Jung quote was still fresh on her mind, ever since the day she had read it on that spellbook. However, despite the fear and hesitation that Michelle should have felt in that instance never materialized.

“Both are changed forever,” Michelle said to herself, smirking as she realized that she would finally discard the shy girl always dragged herself down. Always afraid to try something new or embrace opportunities.

Michelle peeled the towel from towel from Cindy’s body, reveling in the little show she was making for herself. First the thighs, then the hips, and finally the cute stomach and her breasts. “Like what you see?” teased Cindy. “Well? Don’t leave me hanging, Mi-mi. Lemme see your bro’s goods.”

“You mean my goods?” said Michelle as she lifted her shift over her borrowed shoulders. “C’mon, just say Frankie, sweetie.” She leaned in and kissed Cindy once more, rubbing her thighs with one hand while removing her shorts with another.

Giggling, Cindy said, “Sure, Frankie,” before gasping as she caught sight of the large, erect cock just hanging in the air. “H-Hey, make sure you take it easy, ok?” For what must’ve been the first time in her life, Michelle witnessed a sheepish Cindy. “Never had anything that big in my life.”

“I told ya. I’ll be careful.”

“…Okay, I trust you.”

Michelle began with a few fingers. Cindy’s moans pushed her to continue. Once she was wet and comfortable, Michelle finally began to thrust inside of Cindy, getting a few moans out of the girl.

“Damn, you’re tight,” muttered Michelle.

“It’s not that, stupid,” said Cindy, “you’re way too big.”

“Sorry, sorry—“

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Grinning, Michelle just said, “Whatever you say, ma’am,” as Cindy rolled her eyes. She worked into an even but still powerful rhythm. Her brother’s hips moved like a natural, only picking up speed when Cindy, through clenched teeth, demanded more. Meanwhile, Michelle took the liberty to explore every inch of Cindy she had looked but never touched out of lust and envy. Now, it was just pure pleasure and a desire to elicit more moans out of her partner. Confidence in her brother’s muscle memory fueled Michelle further.

“F-Fuck, Mi—Frankie, keep going—AH—keep going. Harder!” Cindy moaned and leaned back against the bed as Michelle increased her thrust.

The bed creaked and shook. From the other bed, just a few feet away, Nebula stirred before going back to sleep, unaware of Michelle’s actions. But she didn’t care. All she could focus on was ramming herself even deeper inside of Cindy and even deeper inside of Frankie’s soul. The boundaries between “I” and “he” thinned as the climax built up in Frankie’s loins.

“Say my name,” said Michelle.

“Frankie.”

“Again...” said Michelle, thrusting particular deep inside of Cindy. Cindy’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she stuttered out, “Fr-Frankie!”

“A-AH FUCK,” said Michelle. She could feel her ball churning and her core stiffen. “One more time. Say my goddamn name! With feeling.”

Cindy clenched her teeth, her legs trembling as Michelle slammed into her particularly hard—nearly lifting the bed from the floor. “Your name is Frankie!” she shouted as she climaxed.

“FUCK YEAH IT IS!” Frankie roared to the heavens as he came.

The following morning went by as a blur, but Frankie didn’t mind. The book warned about some level of jetlag once reality shifted. It wasn’t everyday that a wizard completely changed the world in his favor.

“C’mon, Frank,” said Nebula in her usual deadpan voice. “UTV’s gonna play again today. Heard that they were gonna dedicate this day to one of their music coaches or something.”

“Slow down, Nebby,” Frankie chuckled. Cindy was clinging to his arm, humming to herself as she leisurely strolled to the concert grounds. It was as if a miracle had landed on her lap and she was determined to indulge in every second of it. Frankie sighed but didn’t mind. “Got a clingy girl over here.”

Nebula grimaced. “Can’t believe I agreed to be the third wheel in this tour.” She turned to stare longinly at a poster of UTV. “Think I can snag one of them if I try hard enough?”

“Nebby, a woman can achieve she desires,” said Frankie, licking his lips as he caught his own reflection from a nearby window. “When two folks meet, who knows what’ll happen?”

[wands-n-roses]

Lost Chances | F.W. & T.N.

A/N: MY FIRST FIC!!! AHHH! I really hope you guys like it. As much as I post about Fred I had to make a Fred fic (even though it's angsty 😶). Who should I do next? Ask box is open btw :)

Warnings: None really, kissing, angst, kind heartbreak a lil teeny tiny bit, not proofread either, longer than I intended to write

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You were suddenly lifted up, arms around your waist. Giggling, you hugged back, the ginger boy put you down soon after.

"I missed you so much! Summer was so boring without you," Fred told you.

"Yeah, and wow, you look so different," you said, your left hand reaching up to run your fingers through Fred's hair. Fred was way taller. Well, he was already super tall, but before you were at his chin, now you were level with his chest. You were sure your neck would start hurting having to look up at him. But you didn't mind, his eyes were pretty enough to look at.

You and Fred had been friends since you started at Hogwarts. 1990. You'd met on the train while Fred and George were trying to figure out how much liverwort to put in their potion. After you'd helped them, they offered to be your guides and show you all about Hogwarts. (Pretty certain you'd be placed in Gryffindor which would make it so much easier to help you out).

Fred smiled, holding the back of his neck with his hand. "Ha, yeah, George and I thought we'd go for a bit of a different look. Oh wait, did you shrink over summer?"

You playfully hit his shoulder, "Rude! No, you're just a bloody giant."

Fred laughed, making another short joke before George ran over. You gave George a quick hug, saying hi when he also made a joke about your height. It would be endless with these two.

--

School had started by now and everyone knew of the Triwizard tournament. They'd also heard of the Yule Ball. Everyone was so excited, girls buying dresses, boys buying flowers. A new person being asked every week. You, however, had not been asked yet. Not that you cared...totally not that you cared...And totally not waiting for your ginger-haired, brown-eyed best friend to ask. DEFINITELY NOT.

"He'll totally ask you," Katie, your other best friend whom you'd met at the sorting, tells you.

You disagree, "No, he's not. If he was gonna ask he'd of done it by now."

Katie sighed, "Well who cares anyway. Fred doesn't know what he's missing out on."

You nodded, but you were sad. Maybe it was because he saw you as a sister? You were only a year younger than him and definitely more mature. Maybe he just didn't find you attractive in that way... Saying that aloud made it hurt more.

That's when Fred ran up to you, a white flower in his hand. You smiled, maybe he was going to ask you.

"Does this flower look nice? Do you think it's pretty?" He asked you.

"Yeah it's perfect, who's it for?"

"Angelina."

Katie choked on the water she was drinking. "Sorry, went down the wrong tube."

"Oh," you said in a lower tone. "Angelina?"

"Mhm, I'm gonna ask her to the ball. Well, actually I already did. She said yes, but I didn't exactly put in any effort, so I figured she'd like a flower. Make her feel more special, you know?"

"Oh yeah, totally."

Fred smiled before walking away, off to do whatever he was going to do. You, of course, didn't want to think about that now. Katie put a hand on your back giving you a comforting smile.

"Told you he doesn't know what he's missing out on."

You sighed, folding your arms and resting your head on the table. The Yule Ball was going to suck.

--

You'd been moping around for a week. Fred and Angelina were all buddy-buddy, and you were miserable. Guess this is what you get for falling for one of your best friends.

George and Katie had about enough of this. They were tired of you being so gloomy all the time. So George decided.

"We're gonna find you a date to the Yule Ball, and you can't say no."

"No," you said with a bit too much of a straight face.

"Oh come on y/n! We can go shopping, do our hair, nails, makeup. And have an absolutely amazing night with our dates," Katie tried to convince you.

"Wait who are you going with?" You asked.

"George and I decided to go together since we didn't have dates."

"How much else have I missed?!"

George shook his head, "So is that a yes or no?"

You sighed, "It's a fine."

--

In the weeks following, you and Katie had gone shopping for dresses. Your dress was a pretty azure blue color, Katie's was red and black.

George hadn't found you a date, however, there was this rumor going around that Theodore Nott, a 4th year Slytherin, had an eye on you.

Theodore Nott, you thought to yourself. He was cute. Tall, gangly but in a good way, dark hair. And most importantly he was nice. You'd had a few brief interactions with Theo before. He always smiled at you in the halls. He even offered to carry your books for you once. You never really put much thought into his feelings towards you. But maybe you were just too caught up in the world of Fred Weasley.

If Theodore did ask you, you'd say yes. It was decided. What was most definitely not decided nor agreed upon was Fred's opinion.

"You aren't actually going to yes to him, are you? Y/n?"

"What Fred?" You sounded annoyed, which you were.

"You aren't saying yes to that...that snake, are you?" Fred repeated his question from before.

"And what if I do? Not all Slytherin's are bad you know. My mum was in Slytherin."

"Yeah but...but it's Theodore. I mean what kind of name is Theodore anyway? Plus he's a year younger than you."

You rolled your eyes, "Katie is a year younger than George."

"Yeah, but they're going as friends!" Fred exclaimed.

You burst out laughing, "No they're not ahaha. Do you actually believe that? I've seen George stare at Katie countless times for the past 2 months at least. And Katie always cheers extra loud for George during your alls quidditch matches."

Fred looked at you dumbfounded.

"Oh come on, Fred, you can't be that daft?"

Fred shook his head, "Well regardless, you should say no to Nott."

You scowled at the idiotic boy. "And why would I do that?"

"Because I don't approve."

"Well, I don't really care Fred. No one else has asked me to the ball. And Theodore seems nice enough. I mean even Ron has a date. Bloody Ron!"

"Hey, what's wrong with Ron? He is my brother after all."

"My point exactly."

The next morning at breakfast when the mail was delivered you'd gotten a letter. The envelope was white with tiny bluebirds that lined the sides. Attached to the envelope was a very pretty daisy. The parchment itself was colored blue, like the blue on your dress (your favorite color). On the note read this ~~

Dearest Y/n,

As I'm too much of a coward to say this to your face I am writing it on parchment (blue, which I believe is your favorite). Anyways, I wanted to ask if you'd accompany me to the Yule Ball. Please do not feel pressured to say yes, however, I do hope that is your answer.

With warmth, Theodore Nott

You smiled. Katie, who was reading over your shoulder aw'd. You'd gotten up and walked to the Slytherin table, holding the flower Theodore had attached to the note.

You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, eyes wide as hell. He stood up, taller than you'd remembered, his friends and yours watching your every move.

"My answer is yes," you smiled at him.

His eyes lightened, "Wait really?"

You nodded. He quickly went in for a hug before pulling apart realizing he wasn't sure if that was okay.

You laughed slightly, "I'll see you later Theo, perhaps in the library after classes?"

He nodded eagerly. You were about to walk when you turned around. This time grabbing the boy's hand, pulling him closer towards you, and kissing his cheek. Theodore, startled, just watched as you ran out of the Great Hall. Katie squealed when you got out there. George was just smiling saying how surprised he was that you made a move like that. Fred was brooding.

You put Fred out of your mind and just focused on the upcoming ball.

--

By the time the ball had rolled around, you and Theo had hung out a few more times. He was kind of awkward at first, but once you got to know him he was funny. You'd always see him with some kind of snack, he said eating helped him focus. He even began bringing snacks around that he knew you liked in case you were hungry.

Whenever Fred knew the two of you were together he'd come up with some excuse to get you away.

"I NEED HELP PRACTICING QUIDDITCH!" "QUICK KATIE NEEDS YOU!" "THE OVEN IS ON FIRE!"

Okay well, that last one was true. But the point was Fred didn't approve. You just waved it off.

The night of the Yule Ball you and Katie got dressed together with Fred and George's younger sister, Ginny. Ginny didn't have any other girls to go to about beauty stuff, plus you'd always seen her as a little sister.

After getting ready, you met your dates in the common room. Well, Katie met George there and Ginny met Neville there. However, since Theo was a Slytherin he waited patiently outside of the Gryffindor common room.

"You look so pretty," Theodore said.

You and Theodore, Katie and George, Ginny and Neville, and of course Fred and Angelina went off to the ball.

The Yule Ball was actually really fun. Theodore was the perfect gentlemen. He got you a drink, danced with you, made sure you were okay and not bored. You couldn't have picked a better date.

A slow song started playing. "May I have this dance?" Theo smiled and stuck his hand out for you.

You nodded, holding his hand as he guided you to the dance floor. He placed his hands on your waist, rather nervously might I add, as you placed yours on his shoulders.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, even though it is quite adorable," you chuckled.

Theodore blushed, "I-I, well you intimidate me a little bit."

You looked like you just heard the craziest thing to ever occur. "I intimidate you? You're like 2 heads taller than me. You look down to even see my eyes."

"They are quite mesmerizing might I say."

"See, no way you can be intimidated, that was some shameless flirting right there."

"No, I am intimidated. The thought of making the first move on you is scary yet all I wanna do is kiss you."

You went silent for at least 3 minutes, then you decided. "Kiss me then, Theo."

This time Theodore was silent, but only for a few seconds. He put his hand under your chin to lift it up further then pulled you a bit closer. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips to yours. Your hands nervously played with the material on his suit. The kiss lasted a few seconds before you both pulled away.

As you opened your mouth to speak your arm was tugged by none other than Fred who proceeded to drag you out of the room.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" He yelled at you, by now the two of you were down the hall.

"It was a kiss, Weasley," you said with just as much anger. Calling him by his last name? You'd never done that before.

"Shouldn't have been."

"And why the hell not? Theo likes me, and I like him."

"I LIKE YOU!"

You scoffed, "YOU TOOK ANGELINA BLOODY JOHNSON TO THE BALL, YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"

You both stood there silent, staring at the ground.

"I only took her because I didn't think you'd go with me," Fred admitted.

"I've liked you for a while now Fred."

Fred looked up at you shocked, then he realized his mistakes.

"Is there any way we could try this again?" Fred almost begged.

You wanted to, you truly did, but you couldn't. You refused to be that cruel to Theo, you genuinely liked him now. Fred lost his chance.

"I'm sorry Fred but no. You should have taken the chance when you had it. Theo did and he's good for me right now... But we'll still be friends."

Fred was just silent. He nodded, and you knew the two of you would go back to normal soon, but right now? Definitely not.

You went back to the ball.

Running over to Theo, you said, "Sorry about that, Theo. Where were we?"

The rest of the night was perfect, still the looming presence of Fred's feelings for you, but Theo was the right choice. For now at least. Fred missed his chance, Theo didn't. You owed it to Theodore to see where it was going, even if it ended up fizzling out. Fred was just going to have to get over it.

At the end of the night, you and Theodore kissed again, making plans to hang out again soon.

[delu-jean]

𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞? (𝐏𝐭 𝟐)

(Akaashi x fem!/reader) -> Angst/Fluff? -> 3.2k 

Synopsis: Akaashi is strolling through Tokyo, and on that day, meets a boy who looks all too familiar. One whose eyes remind him of you. 

Part One: Is He Mine? 

Part Three: Is Her Mine? (Part. 3) 

Notes: Part two as promised! Maybe I’ll make a part three (haha >:)). Be sure to comment if you would liked to be tagged for the next part, and reblogs are always appreciated. 

-> Also, for those tagged in this post, I’ll tag you in the next as well ^^ 

“Y/n...please tell me.” 

“T-tell you what?” you asked nervously, as he felt just the same. Inhaling his breath, hoping he could keep calm. 

“Is...is he mine?” 

---

“Is he who’s?” 

“Mine Y/n...is he mine?” 

You stared at the gentleman. Though his question was reasonable (?), that was the first thing he was going to ask you?...after all of those years?...years of torment, resentment, and whatever else. Maybe you were overreacting, but yet again, you were a woman who stood by her morals. And that being the case, your instincts had said your reaction was as reasonable as his question. 

Some part of you wanted to snap. To holler at Akaashi for asking such a ridiculous question, yet the other part...was scared. You felt anxious when thinking of a proper answer. Was Ryu his?.... If taken out of context, he could’ve been asking if Ryu belonged to him, and of course he didn’t. Ryu wasn’t an object that could be owned by merely anyone. He was his own person, and that being the case, wasn’t something that could’ve been held down. Yet even though you could’ve interpreted it that way, you knew what Akaashi really meant. Yet you didn’t exactly have an answer. 

“Ryu?” 

“Yeah...” 

Akaashi seemed suspicious. He could tell you were hiding something, and even though very obvious, he didn’t want to assume. Hoping that you would confirm things so that you both could talk it out. Yet here you were, not giving him a response. He was confused to say the least, shouldn’t the answer have been easy? Ryu looked exactly like him, and plus, him not having a father was another takeaway. Using those facts should’ve given him enough confirmation. 

But then again, maybe the answer wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been. What if Ryu wasn’t his?...what if Akaashi had made an assumption out of impulse, because of a lingering feeling he had. One of which you sparked for him to feel. 

Maybe he was being delusional, and instead, was trying to make an excuse. An excuse to spend another minute, even a second with you there. Ryu was important to him as well. His or not, he respected that you had started a family, and was glad Ryu was a part of it. He adored Ryu, but he also admired you. Speaking of Ryu, the boy then clung onto you. He seemed confused about the interaction, and tried asking for clarification. 

“His? *GASP* Am I Akaashi’s brother!? Momma, you never told me!” he smiled happily, ecstatic at the news. 

“Eh-no dear, he’s not your brother,” you chuckled, for him to ask: 

“Then what did he mean? What did you mean, Akaashi?” you then stared at Akaashi. You knew he was smart enough to play things through, and even so, you still panicked the slightest bit. 

“I was wondering if you would be mine for the night, along with your mother. We could go grab dinner, or ice cream even,” you looked at him in shock as his eyes seemed determined. Needing an answer, and willing to get it in whatever scenario possible. 

“But what about Kuroo?” 

“Oh my, I forgot about that,” you then glanced at your watch. 

“Kuroo?...but how-oh….” Akaashi then thought about how you and Kuroo were very close friends. So close that sometimes, he would even find you hanging out with Kuroo, over himself. Though it wasn’t because you liked him (in that way), rather, you were both very good friends. Akaashi let it be since you both had mutual trust, and Kuroo was someone he was also friends with. Besides, Akaashi also respected your personal life with others, and so did you for him. 

They still talked till this day, and not once had Kuroo mentioned you having a child. But to be fair, Kuroo never mentioned you. That being because both you and Akaashi had broken up, and it would’ve been an uncomfortable topic. Still, Akaashi found it strange. If Kuroo knew, wouldn’t Bokuto have as well?...meaning that Akaashi would’ve known by now? His thoughts continued to trail as you looked at him in disbelief. 

You did have plans with Kuroo, but then, you also had a couple hours until he’d come around. Even so, you didn’t want to spend that time with Akaashi. He was one of the last people you needed to talk to. The grudge which still stood in your heart, clenched with each second he stood there. The anger which he had gifted you, was something that was eager to return. As you had thought this, you then stared at your son. He seemed thrilled to be with such a man, as he gripped onto Akaashi’s hand in excitement, saying: 

“Yay! We get to eat together!” 

“We’re going to have so much fun!” 

“Let’s try some bubble waffles!” 

You then remembered that even if you had felt that, your son instead felt joy being with Akaashi. And that being the case, you didn’t have the right to take that happiness away. After all, Ryu was not yours either. He wasn’t someone you could drag away from events, just because you had conflicts with a person. Though there were times where doing so was appropriate, was now really such an event?...not even you could answer that. But even though you couldn’t, his smile which brightened the mood, had answered for you. 

“Okay buddy, slow down. Fine, we can go with brother...Akaashi. We’ll meet Kuroo sometime later, just let me text him.” 

“Okay mom! Akaashi, Up!” you then eyed the boy, for him to insist regardless. 

“Please mom! He’s so tall, and I can see everything-” 

“Ryu no-”

“Sure, what not?” Akaashi then grabbed the boy, placed him on his shoulders, and secured his legs with his hands. You then sighed. If Akaashi had agreed, what could you do? You then texted Kuroo, grabbing your bag firmly as Akaashi spoke: 

“I know a place where we could grab ramen. If not, we could instead-”

“No, ramen is fine,” you said in a stoic tone. 

“Okay...then let’s get going.” 

---

The walk to the outdoor stand was awkward. Well...for you and Akaashi at least. The last time you two spoke, was the day he broke things off. He never reached out to you during that time, and now...here you both were. Expected to have a lengthy conversation, and to enjoy yourselves. Key word, “expected.” Though it would’ve been nice if you both could have talked care free, it wasn’t going to happen. That event occurred when both parties have mutually moved on. From Akaashi’s perspective, he still had lingering thoughts, yet kept them to the side. Going on with his life as he expected you did yours. Though he thought you had moved on, you had thought differently for different reasons. 

Even though you both had your differences, Ryu was there. Entertaining the both of you separately. He complimented you one second, and played with Akaashi the next. You had never seen Akaashi so enthusiastic with a child before. Though he wasn’t going all crazy, and acting like a kid himself, he was being a lot more open. Talking back and forth with Ryu, giving nice remarks, and also rewarding him...with that beautiful smile he bestowed. 

Even so, you tried to ignore it. Remembering that this entire ordeal was for Ryu, and not for your observations. 

“We’re here. What do you want Ryu?” 

“Hm, could I get the one with Tonkatsu? I’ve been craving it all day!” 

“Haha, sure buddy. And...you, Y/n?” 

“I’m not hungry, you guys go ahead,” Akaashi then sighed, obviously not believing you. 

“We’ll get two Tonkatsu ramens, along with Fukuoka ramen.” 

“Sure, that’ll be $18.35 please.” 

“Debit-”

“Um...I can pay for both Ryu and I,” you said, as you tried scrambling for your wallet. Akaashi then tapped the machine, placing his hand on your own (the hand in your purse). 

“It’s fine. Afterall, I already paid,” you shook your head, but let it go as Ryu pointed to a table. 

“Come on! Let’s sit!” 

---

“Akaashiii~!”

“What is Ryu?”

“How do you know mommy? Mommy would never talk to a stranger, so that means you both know each other.” 

“Oh...well, um,” Ryu was truly a bright child. One who caught on a little too quickly. He really did remind you of his father. Quick witted, yet wise with his tongue. Being certain to use specific words or sentences, to ensure/secure his curiosities. 

“Well...mommy and Akaashi were very good friends,” you replied. 

“Ahhh. So if that’s the case, why have I never met him before?” 

“Well you see-” 

“It’s because I live further away from you guys,” Akaashi answered. 

“But so does Kuroo,” Akaashi then pondered, and placed his hands together. 

“Hm, I guess you’re right. Well, maybe your mother has an answer,” the two black haired boys, then stared at you. Both were awaiting for an answer, and yet both had different intentions. One wondering out of pure curiosity, while the other...was waiting for an explanation. One which could clear up any, if not every misconception. 

“Well sweetie, sometimes good friends have to part ways. Everyone has their reasons, but most of the time…” you then looked at Akaashi. 

“It’s because it’s for the better,” his gaze was locked onto yours. The stare was unreadable. It didn’t feel tense, yet it was. Was it cold, hurtful?...you wouldn’t have known. But what you did know was that Akaashi was good, too good at hiding his thoughts. So good that when together, he would let things slip without reaction. Sometimes that was a great thing...and others...not so much. 

“Why would it be a good thing? You both were best friends!” you then placed a hand on his head, patting it gently. 

“Well...friends have to grow up. That doesn’t mean you can’t see them again, but, what it does mean is that you’ll have some time...alone. And that time...is used for you to grow.” 

“Ahh, I see mom! Is that why we don’t see Kuroo often?”

“Haha, no sweetie. That’s actually because we live further away. If Kuroo lived in our city-” 

“He would be living with us, right?” 

“Hm...I guess so,” Akaashi then looked in the other direction. There was no tint of emotion, just...silence. 

“Akaashiiii, the ramen is here!” 

“Oh, is it Ryu?” 

“Yeah, it is!” your bowls were then slid over. Ryu stared at Akaashi’s hands, and at first, Akaashi wasn’t sure as to why. Ryu didn’t touch his food, and at first, he was worried that the boy didn’t like it, but then noticed he was holding a pair of scissors. Pointing them towards the gentleman. Though confused, he then caught onto Ryu’s gesture. 

“Dear I can-” before you could finish your sentence, Akaashi started to cut his noodles. Making them bit size for the boy. It seemed like second hand nature, yet something new to him. Though, you would’ve felt more comfortable doing it yourself, you weren’t complaining as the job was now done. 

“Thanks Akaashi!” 

“No problem Ryu. Now, let’s eat.” 

---

You all then finished your ramen. Though you had said you weren’t hungry, you couldn’t help but eat it. After all of those years, Tonkatsu ramen was still your favourite, and Akaashi still knew. He was glad that he remembered the littlest of details. Ones which may have been overlooked. Ones he made sure to be attentive to. Not only that, but he was glad Ryu had enjoyed the meal as well. He truly was your son as he had the same tastes as you. Akaashi found it quite cute, and found it even more adorable as he ran out of the restaurant, shouting: 

“Mom, Akaashi! I want to play at the park!” 

“Hm...it’s a little late buddy,” Akaashi said, for you to respond: 

“It should be fine. We’ll be over here watching Ryu. No funny business young man!” 

“Okay mommy!” the young boy then climbed the slide, as Akaashi sat on the bench. Patting on it, indicating that you sat beside him. And so...you did. Your legs together, hands as well, as your head looked down. He then sighed, asking: 

“Do you feel uncomfortable? I can move if-” 

“No...it’s fine. We’ll be leaving soon, so no need to worry.” 

“Is Kuroo picking you up?” you then nod as he did the same. 

“I see...so...how have you been?” 

“Oh...um...I’ve been okay. I’ve done better, but...yeah.” 

“Hm, I see,” you really didn’t want to be in this situation. Maybe for him, it seemed civil, but to you...it was awkward. Neither of you knew what to say, and neither did you try to hide it (successfully at least). Akaashi then twitteled with his thumbs. A rare sight you would see every once in a while. Akaashi was a well spoken person, and usually had something to say in a well mannered way. But when he didn’t, or didn’t know what to say, he would play with his thumbs. Hoping that something would spring to mind. 

“You must be having fun.” 

“Fun doing what?” he looked at you. 

“Playing with your thumbs,” you smirked, for him to put his hands away. 

“Not really.” 

“Hm...so...what have you been up to?” you asked, curious and yet not wanting to know. 

“Nothing much...just work and well, Bokuto and I still hang out from time to time.” 

“Ahh, really? I’m glad. You both were the bestest of friends.” 

“And still are,” he smiled, while watching Ryu climb the monkey bars. 

“Hm, you have a girlfriend yet?” he then paused for a moment, for him to answer:

“No...not yet. I haven’t found anyone interesting.” 

“Ah, that’s unfortunate.” 

Was it really?...you wouldn’t know how to think after today. If you hadn’t met Akaashi here...you would’ve thought otherwise. Glad that he hadn't found someone else, for his actions sickened you. Such a gentleman, yet someone so cruel. You would feel awful if he had grasped someone, just as tightly as he did to you. Sprinkling you with such intoxicating, yet graceful pleas, and yet he left you there to rot in such doing. Such a passionate man, yet that same person could find passion in such coldness. 

For the past years, you had found him to be utterly despicable. After that one event...you couldn’t help but think that. But even so, after seeing him with Ryu today...you couldn’t help but melt. The two were so sweet together, and even though you hated to admit, had a spectacular relationship within just hours. They really acted as the best of friends, and Akaashi seemed to enjoy it. Not only that...but his smile...it was one which was truly admirable. 

You then stared at Akaashi, while he watched Ryu. He really hadn’t changed. He was calm, quiet, and reserved. His posture was on parr with the rest of his body. His hair was styled more neatly, and actually, it had grown a bit, along with his height. His figure, a lot larger than what it was in university, and his cologne smelled of lavender, along with a hint of pepper. It was a strange combination, but it worked. He really had grown up to be even more attractive. And that being the case, it surprised you that he didn’t have a partner. Said attractiveness, along with the kindness of his nature...had drawn you in, and yet dragged you out. Leaving you in a confused, and undecided state of mind. 

He then took note of your stare, and grinned. Secretly glad that your attention had averted towards him, yet, he was trying to be subtle. You truly looked astonishing tonight. Even after a couple of years, you still looked the same. That same highschooler who he had fallen in love with, the one who had constantly supported both him, and Fukurodani. The only person who truly understood such a stoic man. That same girl he would forever hold a place in his heart for. Although, now you weren’t just a sweet girl, but now, a beautiful lady instead. 

Deep down, he would’ve wished for a space to open. Allowing such a lady to make way into his heart. Hoping said lady, would do the same. And maybe, just maybe...a prince could join you both as well. Making his thoughts come true in the utmost blessed way. 

He made sure you didn’t catch onto his stare, the one which he had latched onto you. His attempts were taken very seriously, as he didn’t want to make things too obvious. Unfortunately, you did catch him in the act, and turned away, embarrassed. 

“Hm,” he smirked, as you fished for your phone. 

Kuroo ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

-> ‘Are you still coming?’ 

-> ‘Of course. Sorry, traffic delays. I should be there in ten.’ 

-> ‘Okay...see you soon’ 

You were about to turn of your phone, to then see Kuroo text:

-> ‘Also...don’t worry too much. You can do this Y/n, good luck, and I’ll be there soon.’ 

You then smiled, and Akaashi took note, thinking: 

‘She’s probably talking to her…ah...’ he sighed at the thought, to then ask: 

“Are you talking to your husband?...you seem happy,” he smiled. Even though smiling was a happy gesture, he couldn’t help but make it the opposite. Making his grin, feel ever so agonizing. 

“Ah...well...that was Kuroo,” Akaashi then batted a brow, surprised to say the least. He’d only seen that look on you when you were vulnerable. Whether you were scared, or secretly happy. Regardless, that was only around him...not even Kuroo had seen such a stare. But now that he saw you in such a state, it made him question if you, and Kuroo were in a relationship. That being the reason why he never brought it up, and vice versa. 

“Oh...I see. So that means,” Akaashi then started to think. Yes, the younger child looked like him, but then, there was also resemblance between both Ryu, and Kuroo. They both had black hair, Ryu had a peckish, yet sweet smile (like Kuroo...minus the sweet-), and the bits of information fit logically. If you and Kuroo had Ryu, it would’ve made sense. 

Both childhood friends who had grown together, to then realize what they wanted after he...had left you. Starting a family, and being with each other?.... Ryu looked like he could’ve been Kuroo's, or anyone for that matter. But even if Akaashi would have liked to think that way, the connection was too uncanny to deny.

Even so, Akaashi was still suspicious. Wondering as to why Ryu would be so reluctant towards his father. Why he would call “Kuroo,” well…”Kuroo,” and just as to why you both lived so far away. Maybe you both had a situation?...but then again, wasn’t Kuroo on his way to pick you up? Akaashi was confused, and felt like he was over-thinking things. Maybe Ryu wasn’t his...and Akaashi was instead looking for something...that wasn’t there...nor his to compensate. 

“That means what?...” he then locked his eyes, with yours. Though he was someone who was hard to read, you could tell how desperate he was. His stare, piercing right at you, hoping he could get an answer. 

“Y/n...could you please tell me...if he’s...mine?” you then saw the sorrowful expression, which struck him. The guilt which seeped in, had dug even further. Not sure how to tell him, nor how to phrase things. Your hands clenched, inhaling slowed, as your body trembled. He seemed just as scared for your response, to then hear: 

“He’s-”

“He’s mine, Akaashi...Ryu is mine,” Kuroo said, for silence to then fill. 

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