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sunmoontruth-stiles · 3 years

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Ok this is gonna be long. I’ve literally been slowly working on this for… too long. I’m just in a mood to have a long discussion about ships. I’ll be looking at canon and not, so bare with me. I don’t ship all of these personally. I’m mostly just picking the most popular ones. I chose to leave out a few that I just don’t want to talk about. I tried to keep this loosely chronological, but that quickly went to hell. None of this is meant to be hate towards anyone’s ship, just my personal opinions on each of them.

Canon:

Scott x Allison: True Classic

Scallison is so sweet as it is truly the epitome of young love. Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo is even more of an idiot and Juliet is a badass who dies for a cause. They’re moral and ethical codes are both highly valued by themselves, even if they don’t align with others very often. They loved with everything they had. They were beautiful. We’re they soulmates in the end, or just the first love who will always hold a special place in your heart? Who knows, but I’ll always love these immature kids who thought their love could change everything.

Stiles x Lydia: The Long Awaited

Stydia is as slow burn as you can get. Unfortunately their actual getting together was slightly rushed in my opinion. They didn’t have time to find their own as a couple because Stiles just wasn’t in the show enough at that point. I know the reasons behind it, but it did leave this couple at an awkward stage of official-but-not-shown. The idea that Stiles loved her as a kid, immature and infatuated, and he saw her for who she really was, will always be cute. Then they grew, changed, became friends, and found other people. Them finding each other later on, having real love that’s developed slowly, is a wonderful arc. Though, a part of me will always believe they should have pursued other story lines in the wake of Stiles’ absence from the plot. They’re finally together! …but we don’t get to see it.

Jackson x Lydia: The Image

Oh Jackson and Lydia. Honestly, I love them. Their connection at a time in their lives when they couldn’t open up to anyone else, just hits me right in the feels. I mean, god that HUG. You know the one. Always brings me to tears. I’m so sad their relationship was almost entirely depicted during Jackson’s kanima time when he couldn’t think nor truly act for himself. Those small moments of scared vulnerability when he wanted to protect her from himself… I’ll miss these two. They deserved to find other people and remain life-long friends. I loved their moment in the last episode. I wish they’d gotten to see each other grow. Also they had such bixbi solidarity vibes, and I’ll die on that hill.

Scott x Lydia: Leaders

Ok, I’m gonna be honest here. I ship it. The power couple they would have been?? Also them coming together after they lost Allison would have actually made sense. A part of me kinda wishes the writers had moved on from Stydia as a romantic relationship and leaned into them growing as friends and Stiles moving on from his childhood crush. Scott and Lydia actually would have had good chemistry. They were both very headstrong heroic types, but Lydia would have balanced Scott out well intellectually. They had the history, and I think it could had worked if they wrote it right. Plus, Scott and Lydia would have been a better endgame that Scalia.

Scott x Kira: New Beginnings

These two were adorable. Kira was a badass, don’t get me wrong, but she let herself be soft in a way Allison was always afraid to. This couple was truly Baby. Absolute dorks. I can definitely see the lasting quality between the two of them. They saw things very similarly, and had a ton in common. I do think Kira deserves more characterization outside of their relationship, like more of her friendship with Malia. Overall, her departure from the show will always be sad to me. It was bad writing. Scott was over her far too quickly.

Aiden x Lydia: Pretty People Herd

I honestly didn’t see much between these two other than mutual attraction. The best thing to come out of this relationship was Lydia’s line, “You’re not just a bad boy, Aiden. You’re a bad guy. And I don’t want to be with the bad guys.” Good character development moment.

Ethan x Danny: Step to Redemption

Danny really was the thing that made Ethan look outside of the pack for what he really wanted out of life. They had a few cute scenes. Gotta love Danny’s final remarks, “Dude, it’s Beacon Hills.”

Allison x Isaac: Unexpected Rebound

Ok, I like these two. Isaac could match Allison’s snark in a way Scott couldn’t. They both fought the progression of the relationship slightly. They didn’t expect to fall for each other. They were less willing to let someone in close. I’d love to have seen more… but unfortunately their time was limited. On a side note, sometimes their relationship did feel like ‘we both are in love with the same guy, let’s cope with each other’, but I find that completely valid. I’ll talk about Scallisaac later though.

Stiles x Malia: Anchors

Ok but, them <3 I love what they did for each other. Stiles was able to help Malia connect to her humanity and other people. He never tried to isolate her in their relationship and encouraged her growth. Malia offered Stiles the emotional support he never asked for. She defended him, fought for him, and loved him fiercely. Stiles needed that so much after season 3. I think they were a love that wasn’t meant to last, but the impact of it was forever. I wish we’d gotten to see a real end for them where they agreed that they needed to grow as individuals but would always still care.

Liam x Hayden: Three’s a Pattern

These two’s characterization stopped whenever they had storylines together. Their relationship was built on Scallison references. Hayden’s character could have been interesting, but they never really gave her a moment to shine. Liam has the worst plots when they revolved around her. Cute couple, poor writing.

Derek x Braeden: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl Boss

Derek deserves to be happy so much. Kate and Jennifer were just... jeez. Him and Braeden were cute and deserved more screen time. I think her intensity allowed for Derek to let go of control a bit more comfortably. Let Derek Be Soft. Anyway, love them.

Corey x Mason: Gotta Have That Rep TM

These two could have been cute if they were shown for more than two seconds at a time. I highkey forget Corey even existed all the time. Kinda just felt like a relationship to fill TW’s gay quota.

Jackson x Ethan: The Callback

Honestly? Loved them. Loved the chemistry. Loved the dynamic. Best twist. I know it was probably written in like that because Colton came out during his time away from the show, but it absolutely fit his character. Jethan is top tier.

Melissa x Chris: BAMF Parent Duo

Ok, so like, Melissa deserved this plot. She deserved someone to care about her. However... what the hell? Chris? In canon, his wife died like 2-ish years prior? His daughter died 1 year prior?? Is Chris really in a position to pursue a new relationship?? Also, like, Scott and Allison dated and loved each other up to her death. Kinda weird to have their parents hook up. I don’t hate it, but I don’t ship it…?

Scott x Malia: Lead up? What’s lead up?

These two came out of nowhere I stg. Like, 6B really tried to tell us this was something that had been slowly developing in the background? Also, I understand that they are their own people, adults, and completely in charge of their own romantic pursuits: but did Scott seriously never call Stiles? Like, Malia wasn’t just his first girlfriend. She was his first. Like, dude that’s your best friend?? Not even a head’s up? No, ‘hey would this bother you?’ Oof. Plus Malia was way too chaotic for Scott. She existed in gray morality that always prioritized her immediate circle, and Scott was a very black/white type of heroism. I just didn’t feel like they fit.

Non-Canon:

Scott x Stiles: Childhood Best Friends

Ya, sorry, I don’t ship Sciles at all. I get it. Like, I totally understand the ship, and I mean no judgment at all. I just see them as friends. I really value good male friendships in media because I feel like we don’t get enough, and I always liked these two.

Stiles x Derek: Enemies to Lovers. 100k. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.

God these two really are what fanfiction was made for. I could write a much longer discussion about Sterek, and I probably will eventually. I’ll try to keep this brief. These two weren’t always on the same side, but their approach was the same. They were very similar at their core. Plus, wow the chemistry. This should have been canon. Jeff’s a coward.

Allison x Lydia: Powerful.

This ship is so great. They really had a great dynamic, and a romantic plot would have easily fit the established narrative. Lydia’s confidence in herself and Allison’s confidence in her own abilities crossing over to each other because that’s what the other lacked? Iconic.

Danny x Jackson: He Gets Him

Danny really saw Jackson for everything he was and still cared. I wished we’d gotten to see more of them. I want more background with Jackson’s eventual coming out and his friendship with Danny. Like, they ended up dating the same guy. What did Ethan have to say about that??

Stiles x Jackson: Bastards

Ok these two had a super fun dynamic. The asshole-energy between them was, great. The snark was always so entertaining.

Melissa x Noah: Family

How were these two not endgame? Their sons were practically brothers already. They had amazing chemistry. The flirting? Not to mention, their timeline would have made way more sense. Missed opportunity.

Chris x Peter: The Opposite of Love is Indifference, Not Hate

Ok so like, this was definitely one of those ships that I had absolutely no knowledge of before I was pretty into the fandom. Like, this was not something I would have guessed just after watching the show. That being said; my god the chaos alone…

Scott x Isaac: The Disaster Duo

Okay ya I love these two. Two dumb asses who act like idiot puppies. Such a fun dynamic. Plus?? Chemistry??? Hellooo

Scott x Allison x Isaac: Three Heads Are Better Than One

This ship is definitely one of my personal favorites. I very rarely poly-ship. I just feel like most of them are just love triangles with an ‘easy solution’, when two of them have no real connection. That is so not the case here. I feel like all of them have such great chemistry with each other. They also have a great dynamic as a group. Season 3A was really just Scallisaac rights.

Stiles x Isaac: I Hate You, jk…Not Really

Ok I loved their banter, but I really just don’t see this ship. Idk, I don’t personally ship it. Would have loved to see their friendship develop more tho.

Erica x Allison: Duo that would stab you with a stiletto

I don’t ship it, but I do wish we’d seen them become friends. I feel like they had a very artificial ‘girls fighting over a boy’ dynamic? They could have been such a badass duo.

Stiles x Erica: Batman x Catwoman

Ok I’m not sure exactly how to express my feelings for these two so bare with me. OMG I love their dynamic so much, and they are sooo cute. Their energy? Amazing. Chemistry? Great. History? It’s there and has so much potential. 10/10. Love them. But, no, I don’t ship it lol. Just really love their friendship, but with the underlying history of crushes.

Boyd x Erica: Was This Not Canon?

How can anyone not love Berica? Ugh they are adorable. These two deserved so much better.

Boyd x Cora: Survivors

Honestly I don’t really see it? Like they definitely had a connection, but it never felt romantic. I really feel like they just had to lean on each other and bond to make it through captivity, and it just lasted.

Boyd x Erica x Cora: The Pack

I literally learned this was a ship a couple days ago. Similar feelings towards this as Bora, but with the added hesitancy of we never actually saw Erica and Cora interact.

Cora x Stiles: Slow Build Up

These two were clearing being lined up to be a thing before Cora ended up leaving. I can’t say I’m disappointed they never happened. Kinda felt like they just wanted to straight-code Sterek.

Cora x Lydia: Mean Lesbians

Not much interaction to actually go off of, but yes I 100% support. They have very different approaches to problems, which is fun. Very ‘opposites attract’.

Malia x Kira: “Maybe you could date the coyote?”

Another one of my favorites!! They really complimented each other. Also, how full circle would they have been? They were introduced in back-to-back episodes. Malia stalking her as a coyote? The line from Kira’s dad about dating it? It would have been so funny if that ended up happening.

Malia x Lydia: Beauty and the Beast, but make it wlw

These two were fun. I liked their friendship, but I don’t really ship it. Though, rip Stiles that would have been hilarious.

Parrish x Lydia: The Cop and The Minor

Must I say more? Like, Parrish’s character, so sweet and big rule follower, did not make sense for what went down with Lydia. I love Parrish, but the dynamic just felt off. It didn’t feel consistent with the rest of his characterization.

Parrish x Stiles: The Cop and The Minor, but gay?

Ok, same reasoning as above, but also they had absolutely no connection romantically.

Scott x Theo / Stiles x Theo: Sometimes The Villain is Hot

Ok I’ve put these together because I have the same opinion for both. I don’t ship it. Neither had any rebuilding of trust, and Theo really hurt both of them. I just don’t really think they work.

Mason x Liam: Sciles Puppy Pack Edition

Similar to my feeling about Sciles, I just don’t ship these two. They had a good friendship, from the little we saw of it.

Theo x Liam: Anchors 2: Electric Boogaloo

Another personal favorite! I really don’t even understand why this didn’t go canon?? The elevator scene was just, so intense. They helped each other grow in 6B, and I really loved their dynamic. They should have hooked up.

Honorable Mention?:

Parrish x Laura: What’s canon?

I’ve seen this in fanfic a lot, and I actually really like it lol. I thought I’d add it in here because I do love the creativity of fandoms.

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 [Part 3]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one time he wasn’t.

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa! Okay, I just want you to know that I am WEAK for b-day tickles ! It's just so cute and :'3 *whispering softly* truly precious. Oh, Tenya is 12 years old now! Y a y

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Tenya with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa with brief Ler!Tensei and Lee!Aizawa. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.800 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Allow yourself to have a slow day. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

Iida drank a second cup of his special orange juice - used only on commemorative days and events - thoughtfully. His birthday party would be late in the evening and, since his family wanted to make it a surprise, he would spend the whole day hanging out with his brother, Aizawa-san and Hizashi-san until all the preparations would be complete. He, of course, offered himself to help with all the decorations, but his parents were firm on their decision and Tenya would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited to have some quality time with his brother and the other two heroes. Their work usually demanded a lot of their time.

Still locked on his thoughts, as the doorbell rang, the teenager opened the door without a second thought in a polite stance, being rudely pulled out of his own mind as he stared at Aizawa and Hizashi, both with dangerous smirks that suddenly filled Iida with clear memories of a tradition Tensei started on the boy’s birthday and his ‘uncles’ (Tenya one day protested at the nickname, pointing it didn’t make sense call them like that because they aren’t blood related. However, his parents explained that this was just a way to express fondness and closeness for someone you care about. The younger one began to call them uncles with more frequency, except on social gatherings) caught on it as well.

“Hello! ~” Hizashi chipped, making goosebumps run down his spine as Iida closed the door on their face, internally wincing at the clear disrespectful act, however valuing much more his safety than being a polite host.

(But, actually, he wasn’t truly anxious about it. They were always nice and kind with him, making him smile and enjoy himself, even when he wasn’t the perfect model he struggled to be.)

Tensei’s head peaked from the second living room’s hall as he dashed at full speed across it, accompanying his baby bro with ease and drops of confusion. “Who was it at the door?”

“Uncles!” Tenya frowned in concentration as he turned the corner, lowering his speed enough to not go face first on the wall, cheeks slightly red and sputtering starting to become present on his tune. “They are going to do that hideous tr-tradition you started when I was a kid!” And Iida Tenya, future hero from a whole noble ancestry of skilled heroes, definitely did NOT pout at his brother’s carefree laughter.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! It’s so polite of them to help me to remember, don’t you think?”

“No!! It’s not polite! High level heroes like you shouldn’t be committing such embarrassing, hideous act in the first place, even less repeating it yearly!!”

“Aww, you’re repeating your words. You’re excited, aren’t you?” Tensei smiled, knowing his brother enough to notice that gleam in his eyes and the lack of a real protest in his words. He ignored the squeaked ‘NO!’ thrown at him and smiled even wider, doing a fast maneuver that put his body between his brother and the door, hugging him on his chest with a ‘oof’ when they inevitably collided. “You know what? Since they’re being so nice with us, I think we should repay their kindness, right?” Tensei grinned when he heard the footsteps coming closer, shouting “HEY, GUYS! BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!”

“Tensei!!” But he was already smiling, squirming excitedly on his brother’s hold, especially when a loud, happy ‘YEAHHH!’ boomed through the house. “No, no!! This is betrayal! Deception! Dishonesty! Trickery! Treason!!!”

“Now you’re just reciting the dictionary.” Ingenium laughed, no hint of regret on his voice, distractedly nodding at his friends when they appeared at the door. “Look,” he whispered, conspiratorially, “I will need you to distract them until Shouta lowers his guard so I can sneak upon him. Hizashi would never pass up an opportunity to tickle him too, so you will be safe to run and get something useful for us to bribe them with, ok?” The younger gasped, quickly nodding. “Right. So, are you ready for your part of the plan, sidekick?”

“YES!” Iida chomped the air, voice louder than he originally intended, but his squeal even louder as the other Iida squeezed his side before any hint of what they were talking about could be noticed by the two guests, who now were now much closer, I might say.

“Now, now. It seems like a little listener here is excited for his so desired birthday tickles!!” Hizashi wiggled his fingers in his direction, meaneancily. “Oh! They grow up so fast! It feels like it was yesterday we would be playing heroes, and I, the most incredible villain LoudChaos would be defeated by Ingenium Junior and his vicious attacks of kicking his pillows at me!!” The blond pinched his cheek playfully, watching as the groan of his nephew dissolved in a determined look a few seconds later, energetic gestures following him.

“You will never be able to crack me, villains. Not even with embarrassing memories from my childhood!”

“I don’t know, I think those times when we had to buy at least three copies of your favorite plushie because otherwise you wouldn’t let us wash the original was pretty- ack! Hey, hey!” Tensei snickered as he tried to dodge from Tenya’s warning kicks, “I was kidding! I was kidding!”

“Want me to hold him?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, a small quirk of his mouth showing his amusement about the whole situation. At Tensei's affirmative nod he held the younger’s arms above his head, briefly messing with his neat combed hair before smirking. “Congrats for being twelve years next to death, brat.”

Tenya deadpanned at him.

“Ooh, right, twelve!!” Hizashi’s fingers were teasingly getting closer, slowly and then even slowlier, almost touching a spot before pretending to launch at others, resulting in kicks and muffled shrieks from the younger one. “You know what that means, right, Shou?”

“Yes. We will have to tickle him for twelve entire years.”

“Aw, such a pity.”

“No! Lies! That is incorrect!”

“Is that so, not-so-little listener? What should we do then?”

“According to your rather silly and foolery tradition you should tickle me for twelve entire minutes. One minute for each year.”

Aizawa and Yamada shared a look, Tensei holding his chuckles and tears in the background. His brother was just way too much precious.

“We should what?” Shouta questioned with a voice completely devoid of emotion, maybe that is why Tenya felt the answer slip away from his lips easily even before he could register the potential trap.

“Tickle me!”

“Well,” Hizashi attacked, skilled fingers tickling and tickling and tickling every spot they could research. “If you insist.”

There were fingers dancing on his ribs and poking his stomach as a maddening prodding began to be delivered on his sides and even a squeeze found its way to his knee. A much more lazy, almost unbearably light touch drew shapes on his neck, scribbling lightly and softly to his ears and then all the way back to his collarbone, going from one side to another, over and over again.

“Coothie coothie coo, little listener!!” His loud laughter, intertwined with squeaks, yelps and guffaws due the mix between all the soft and energetic tickles, almost made the teasing disappear. Key word: Almost. “Have a tickle, tickle here!” He shook his head, trying to dislodge the fingers on his neck. “And tickle, tickle, tickle there!” Spidering on his shoulder blades made him squirm more. “Have all the tickles, tickly tickles everywhere!!”

“YOHOHOHOU WILL NOT DEFEHEHEAT ME!” Tenya’s smile was almost taking over his entire face, chuckles and giggles spilling freely from him. Yet, - he decided, - he has an important part of the plan and would not lose easily! That was the only reason why he continued firm on his position, figuratively laughing his head out, and definitely not because of how their attention and silliness made him feel happy, safe and loved.

“Of course not.” Shouta paused for a few pieces of seconds, checking his phone. “You still have five minutes left. I am sure you will agree to a defeat, eventually.”

“Nehehever!” Iida did his best to shout, quick, airy snickers floating in the air when Yamada decided to give him a break, leaving only Shouta’s torment to keep the other smiling.

“Hey, hey, hey, little listener!” Tenya knew this tune. He knew that when Uncle Hizashi used that he was planning something. His smile became wobblier and he refused to open his eyes. “Come on, don’t let me hang on here! Look at me, pleaaase?”

The boy just shook his head, eyes still firmly closed.

“Shoouuu, he doesn’t want to see the big, great, amazing surprise I have for him! That is not fair.”

“He is smart. It’s not his fault for your lack of charisma.”

“Gaaasp! You wound me! Friendship ended with Ereaserhead, now my new best friend is Tensei!”

A pause.

“Buuuut, the vacancy is still open if maybe, just maaaybe,” A wiggly finger tickled under his chin, a snort flew in the air, “a clever teenager with a cute laughter and blue hair decides to open his eyes…”

“Yohohou will not crahack me!”

“Please,” Poke, “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” Poke, poke, pokepokepoke-

“Stop!” And then he finally opened his eyes, finding a very smiley Hizashi in front of him, making a silly face. He half groaned and half giggled, the former action only due Aizawa’s tickles, of course.

“Aw, you didn’t find it funny?” The blonde crossed his arms, pretending to think about his next move. “Donut worry, then! I know something that will make you laugh!!”

And then, in a blink of an eye, he blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy.

In the exact moment Tenya’s loud, uncontrollable, squeaky belly laughter exploded, Aizawa let go of his arms, a surprised, sharp snorts coming out as Tensei hugged him from behind, his hands being quick to attack his unprotect armpits, low muffled squeals and rumbling chuckles beginning to float in the air.

Tenya fell on his knees, hugging his stomach and tittering non stop as Yamada tenderly ruffled his hair, giving the boy’s cheeks another gentle pinch before getting his attention captured by his best friend’s tickled laughter, his wicked grin making another appearance.

“Is it already Tickle Shouta hours??” He cracked and wiggled his fingers, making a whole show of getting prepared, crackling in delight as the black haired adult laughed harder at the silliness, laying completely limp on Ingenium’s embrace, face starting to be colored by a light red, legs kicking and a hand hiding his mouth, even if the corner of his smile was still clearly visible.

And, as Iida laid on the cold floor, rarefied giggles escaping from time to time, as new laughter and teases filled the room, he thought that he actually didn’t mind that much that such foolery, silly tradition had wormed its way in their family.

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Even the Cake is in tiers

Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Namjoon Jin x Reader Genre: fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, almost wedding day. Words: 4k

Summary: About to marry the man of your dreams in less than one week. 90 guests invited. Venue booked. Family overwhelming yet appeased. Nothing could go wrong... unless you count your soon to be mother in law slipping you a cursed present, and inviting your fiances high school sweetheart. The Kim family is full of secrets. 92 Plates set.

[Request] @insfirebunny - I strayed a little from your ask I am sorry. I went with cursed instead of demon. I had a lot of fun with the puns, I love Jin just breaking all the awkward silences with a pun, and the reader slowly warming up to them.

This was the most important week of your life, your family and your soon-to-be husband's family were coming together for one week in a huge country club. You were on edge, your fiance was a brilliant businessman, he was a genius, and the kindest man you had the pleasure of meeting. In a week this brilliant, kind, and clumsy young man would be your husband till death do you part.

You met Kim Namjoon in your senior year, you were in a similar department. As a business major yourself there were a lot of opportunities to cross paths. Between the projects and the department dinners, the two of you naturally grew closer. Coffee and studying became dinner and movies as you proudly courted Namjoon like a proper lady.

Insisting to pay And spoil the young man was the best way to spoil him. Normally he was too shy to speak up about what he wanted, but you were very perceptive. Always noticing the way his eyes would repeatedly glance towards the item or shop. With a small curious lift of his eyebrows, he would press his lips firmly together with a face he made when he read or saw something interesting in a book or movie and a dead giveaway to his interests and desires.

You first made the connection when passing an arcade, Namjoon’s eyes lit up sparkling as he spotted the small blue Koala stuffed toy. He walked closer to the claw machine and you watched his features change into the very same curious expression.

It felt like a rush of satisfaction when you had successfully retrieved the soft plush from the crane and presented it to the beautiful man. It warmed your heart to know that you could make this magnificent guy smile and so you made it your hobby and pastime. You couldn’t be more in love with him and you knew he was in love with you.

The only problem lied with his mother, who was upset that he wanted to marry someone who wasn’t from South Korea. This was understandable, the idea that different was scary was ingrained into most people, you tried to be respectful and always show your best qualities.

Honestly, you were just hoping that you could keep both sides of the family happy for one week. ONE WEEK. Then you would be married and you could live your lives together. The Country club was full of life, filled with distant relatives from each party and young children running around the grounds pulling pranks on their cousins.

With a polite bow and well-behaved mannerisms, you were on the road to charming Namjoon’s parents. It surprised you how civil they were and how his mother had yet to say something against you. The ladies were enjoying high tea when your mother-in-law presented you with a gift.

A small wooden jewelry box, engraved with strange symbols some you swore felt a little sinister. She gave you instructions to open it later that night when you were alone. Taking her words seriously you were going to fulfill her request hoping not to offend anyone’s traditions.

Leaving the dining hall early with the box in hand you were wondering what could possibly be inside. It was so nice that Namjoon’s mother was so accepting of you, taking the time to get you a gift.

Shutting the door behind you, you glanced at the garment bag, which housed your wedding dress. It took a while to find the perfect dress but you knew it was the one when it fit everyone's expectations. It was the perfect amount of beautiful and conservative as well as sexy and fun.

Sitting on the large bed you missed cuddling with Namjoon, the two of you had been waiting for marriage and to be honest it wasn’t a big deal. You both were more interested in intertwining your lives than your bodies. Opening the wooden box, the weight increased until it collapsed onto the floor salt spilling onto the floor. You saw footprints in the salt and as they appeared across the floor soon followed ankles, calves, and knees.

Mesmerized by the man materializing in front of your eyes, at least you believed he was a man. The smirk and the god-tier features on a flawless face. Who was this man and what was he doing in your room? He pulled his plump lips into a pointed grin, his eyes flashing as they landed on your frozen form. His gaze didn’t linger for long before your vision faded.

What a strange dream you had, you had heard that brides often had horrible dreams leading up to their wedding but this felt so real. Sitting up from the soft fluffy blankets you squealed when you saw the handsome young man sitting on the beautiful chaise by the window.

“I don’t know how you got into my room, but you need to leave?” Your voice held no authority and no strength, your lips shaking with every breath, tears prickling behind your eyes. “Are you from the Kim Family, I can help you find your room?”

“I am from the Kim family, but I can’t leave your side. You opened the box in which I was captured many years ago.” He said simply enjoying fruit in the sun, you noticed he was wearing traditional Korean clothes and had longer hair. There was something about the way he looked that made him look so ethereal and out of place.

“Who are you?” You said, sure now that this was some sort of prank being played by the Kim family so you decided to play along.

“Kim Seokjin,” He grinned looking at the door as someone knocked.

“Hello dear, are you coming down for breakfast,” Namjoon’s voice broke you from the daze you fell in when admiring Seokjin’s face?

Running to the door you opened it and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I will be down soon, let me get dressed.”

Walking to the dining hall Seokjin followed you around, it seemed no matter what turn you took, you couldn’t run away. He had however changed his appearance which scared you beyond belief. His long hair was cut short and a fine suit that mirrored the one on the cover of a magazine strewn on the coffee table. Stepping into the dining hall you saw Namjoon’s mother smiling wickedly in the corner as Namjoon was hugging a young woman, the two grinning and talking adamantly.

“Hey Joonie, I am here.” You smiled trying to gain his attention again, you didn’t have to worry, this would be his relative of some kind and you were to be his wife so you had nothing to worry about. Right?

“Hey, Y/n this is my old high school friend Bom, we have been best friends since we were young, I didn’t even know she was coming but mum said it was a surprise. Isn’t that great my soulmate at my wedding?”

Oof that hurt. You knew he didn’t mean it to sound the way it did and you were happy as long as he was happy. Having in fact heard of this friend on multiple occasions from him. She was beautiful and everything you knew Namjoon’s mother wanted in her son’s bride. The leading factor being she was Korean.

“Namjoon tells me so much about you,” You smiled and she shook your hand and grinned.

“Let me tell you somethings about him then to even the playing field,” Her smile was genuine and she sat at breakfast Seokjin silently taking a seat at the table. She was quick to refuse some food by the waiter, “I can't, I am allergic to seafood.”

“That must be a bit of a hassle.” You didn’t know what to say and the silence was getting awkward. Seokjin chuckled reaching for an apple from the center fruit bowl. “I am glad you are getting your apple-y ever after.”

That did it. Chuckles all around and a small knowing smirk from Namjoon’s mother, Seokjin lied saying his name was Taejin and that he preferred just Jin.

After breakfast that you pulled Namjoon aside, “Hey Joonie?” you asked

“Yes dear, what is it?”

“Who is Kim Seokjin, your mother was talking about him last night?” The question had been burning in your mind all morning and now that you two were alone you felt safe enough to ask him.

“Haha, did my mother tell you that old story? She is a superstitious woman,” Namjoon was laughing to himself before he gathered himself enough to answer your question seriously. “Back in the day, when Korea was still ruled by monarchs, the Kim family had different uh factions, the noblemen and the servants. One of the Kim Noblemen was supposed to marry the most beautiful young woman in town. But on the day of the wedding a young man named Kim Seokjin, part of the servants of the family, was throwing petals with the other servants and caught the bride's attention.”

“What happened then?” You pressed further watching said man from behind your fiance’s shoulder. As he listened watching the small television in the corner playing a murder mystery K-Drama.

“Well, it was said that Kim Seokjin charmed the woman and stole her from the wedding, stealing her away crying. It was said that when he found his bride he locked Seokjin in an ornate box, a family heirloom passed down through generations.” Namjoon smiled, kissing your cheek enthusiastically. “I have to go, Bom says she is going to challenge me today in golf.”

“I heard you stole someone's bride and were trapped in a box,” you muttered

“Ah is that what they believe, it’s funny how stories change over time. I didn’t steal anyone, she tried to call off the wedding before it even began and in a fit of jealousy I was almost beheaded but was cursed into the box.” Seokjin laughed, “I am not someone who steals someone’s lover.”

“But she looks like she would,” Seokjin muttered while leaning over the balcony, looking down over the side you could see Namjoon laughing at Bom hanging off his arm. Jealousy felt like sickness in the depths of your stomach. A queasy feeling that burnt its way up to your throat.

“Namjoon isn’t like that,” you defended your fiance, he was a sweet bean who only knew how to love with his whole heart, “He is a nice guy who wouldn’t dream of cheating on anyone.”

There was a small pause as your thoughts wandered to what-ifs, you trusted Namjoon but could you trust her. “Look if you trust him that’s great but I know a thing or two about the Kim family and when they find something they want, nothing can stop them or stand in their way until they get it. So he might want you now but what if these days leading up to the wedding he changes his mind?”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why am I letting you get inside my head?”

“I assure you I am not trying to make you doubt your future husband, I am trying to help you secure him,” Seokjin said, pulling out a rather fancy dress, it was a little more revealing than what you had been wearing around Namjoon’s mother, you were unsure why you had packed the dress in the first place. “Now put on this outfit and go to him, you need to impress him. Be like a beer, pitcher perfect”

“Haha.” Your laugh was dry, but you had to hand it to him, he had a quick wit and you liked that a lot, “I don’t need to impress him, I am his fiance and we are getting married.”

“Listen I will distract her and if the situation calls for it, sabotage her plans of stealing your fiance, the last thing I need right now is to be cursed back into a box thank you very much.” He threw the dress at your face pushing you into the bathroom. You turned to give him an offended look and he leaned down so his face was level with yours a condescending smile. “For butter or worse, I want to toast the lovely bride and groom, I need you both happy then you can all leave me alone. ”

Seokjin’s plans weren’t working. The dress made Namjoon send you back to the country club to get changed as he thought it was a little too indecent for golf. To make matters worse, when Seokjin tried to interfere and push Bom into the lake, Namjoon jumped in after her. As if things couldn’t get worse, Namjoon gave her his jacket and escorted her back while you dragged your feet back to your room.

It was at this point you fell into Seokjin’s ideas, the two of you trying to conjure up situations where you looked superior to Bom and stole the spotlight. Seokjin critiqued your outfits and told you how to act charming and attract Namjoon’s attention.

“So should I wear my hair up or down?” You asked him, curiously whilst standing in front of the mirror, tonight was the night before the big day and you were feeling downhearted. Namjoon was spending the majority of his time joking and talking with Bom and all your attempts only made them grow closer.

“You look beautiful either way, when your hair is up it shows off your slim jaw and long neck but down makes you look more feminine and beautiful.” Seokjin’s voice traveled through the bathroom door, but you could hear the truth in the words he spoke. There was no hesitation, he replied as if you had asked him about the weather.

“Oh,” Your cheeks looked so red, in the mirror, you had never seen yourself flushed before. It was kind of a romantic look, you hoped tomorrow you could look just as beautiful walking down the aisle. “No one has ever really said that to me before.”

“What about the Kim?”

“Namjoon doesn’t really talk about looks, which I appreciate he says he prefers personality over appearances,” You opened the door and stepped out, he stood up from the couch slowly, his jaw slack.

“You are very pretty,” For some reason, the confidence in his voice died away and he sounded so shaken and breathless. He offered his hand, which you gratefully took, “We should get you done to the party, you are getting married in the morning.”

“Why are you more excited than I am?”

“I love weddings, I find them so... Engaging” He looked at you with a serious expression pausing for effect and you slapped his arm with a grown

“I hate you and your puns.” struggling to control your features, you couldn’t admit he was funny.

The party was just beginning and the music was soft, Seokjin politely pulled you onto the dance floor and began leading you around. “I will try to distract Bom tonight, focus on having fun, okay?”

“Okay,” You smiled, gripping his broad shoulder, you tried to let all your worries disappear and it helped that Seokjin spun you around until you were dizzy and then demanded that you spin him too. In fits of giggles, you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Do you mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked eyeing Seokjin.

“Of course, she is all yours”

Namjoon took your waist and began leading you albeit clumsily through a slow dance, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

“It has been hard to see you when you were hanging out with your friend but I understand, you haven’t seen each other in a long time and we have been together for a really long time.” You admitted trying to settle the uncertainties in your mind.

“Yeah, I feel like we just get each other and sometimes we lose track of the time.” He whispered.

You both heard Bom and Seokjin laughing together, they looked happy but you felt sick, Namjoon didn’t ease your insecurities and the one person you had been confiding in was also laughing with the other girl.

“I know he said he was a Kim but I have no idea who that guy is?”

“Your mum invited him, she said he is a distant relative,” deciding not to say his name in hopes Namjoon guessed he was the Seokjin from the legend.

“Ah must be very distant.”

You two were talking and you felt some form of reassurance that Namjoon still loved you and wanted to marry you. It was silly how worried you had gotten because his best friend had crashed the wedding.

Crash!

Turning you saw Seokjin looking horrified as Bom was in anaphylactic shock, racing over you watched as your fiance saved her and you dragged Seokjin away. “What was that, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I didn’t mean to, we were talking and I offered her what I thought was a chicken sandwich. It was incorrectly labeled and I didn’t know it was crab until she hit the floor.”

“She was supposed to be removed from the wedding, I didn’t want her to be killed”

“Look, either way, this works out, maybe this is a better plan. She will be in the hospital while you are getting married. This plan is better.”

“Plan?” A voice said behind Seokjin and he stepped aside revealing a confused and hurt Namjoon.

“I didn’t ask or want or plan for something like this to happen, I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wedding cause I hadn’t seen you all week.” You attempted some form of explanation when Namjoon raised his hand effectively silencing you.

“I wanted the same thing and I am disappointed you resorted to these jealous and petty tricks that almost cost someone their life. I am going to the hospital, and I will see you tomorrow at the altar.” Namjoon turned, briskly walking away, chasing him with tears rolling down your cheeks. You begged him not to go. “I am disappointed that you were doubting me this whole time, it’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The rest of the night you spent getting drunk in your hotel room passing out after crying yourself to sleep, you woke the next day with a headache. The hairstylist and the makeup artists were polite and didn’t mention the puffiness of your eyes and did their absolute best to make you look like a picture-perfect bride.

You looked in the mirror feeling alone, you hadn’t seen Namjoon or Seokjin since last night and you were unsure if you could face Namjoon but you were longing for Seokjin. He knew exactly what to say to cheer you up. He knew exactly how to make your problems disappear. If he was here you knew you could get through this day.

There was a knock and Seokjin smiled at the door, “You look truly beautiful, a blushing bride indeed, can I escort you down to the hall?”

“Of course,” You breathed, taking his hand. He led you downstairs and to the doors of the hall. You stopped and hugged him, his broad shoulders keeping you grounded and you took a few deep breaths.

“Hey no matter what happens, I am here okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He smiled softly. You thought for a moment he was going to kiss you and at that moment you wished he would, it was like something had taken over you.

“I am so nervous, I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Well, you better go now, or forever hold your pees." The softest laugh seemed to shake as he stepped back letting his hands fall to his sides.

The music started playing and Seokjin walked away out of sight and the doors opened. Clutching the bouquet tightly you began walking down the aisle, your eyes met Namjoon’s and he gave you a smile that told you everything was forgiven.

Needless to say, the tears started flowing, you were supposed to be happy but instead it felt like you were being married off to a stranger, someone who loved who you pretended to be not who you were. Namjoon liked the you that took care of him diligently and bought him his favorite things and was that really you.

You reached the altar and turned to face him and as he took your hands you noticed Jin slip into the back row of the hall.

“I knew you were the one when you took care of me, in other relationships I was expected to buy gifts, to provide, and yet with you I was the one being cared for and provided for. You cleaned up my messes when I was clumsy and you always made my favorite foods, you're so independent and wonderful and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“That’s, That’s not me,” you interrupted me, “I liked winning you a prize at the arcade but then you sang my praises and I became the one buying you gifts, which made me happy because you were happy but you didn’t return that love, you know you have never called me beautiful.”

“You push for me to be independent which I love but would it kill you to show me affection. I know we are all about equality and letting me get the bill but how is that equal if you have never offered to cook clean or pay for dinner. I haven’t been your partner in any of this, definitely not your girlfriend. I have been your mother.”

“Speaking of your mother, your mother gave me an ornate box which you explained held the Seokjin Curse so thanks for trying to have me stolen away before the wedding. She invited your best friend from school because she wants Bom to be your wife, someone who knows the culture and background”

“And honestly it hurt this whole week trying to get your attention and you always turned to her, what happened last night was unfortunate and I am glad Bom has recovered so quickly, my friend told me the chicken and the crab sandwiches had been mislabeled. But the most important part is I saw you Namjoon. You were so loving this week, but not with me, with Bom.”

Taking off your viel you put it on Bom and lead her up to the altar and join their hands. “I am sorry, I am sorry that you never got to see the real me, I am sorry I played along with the image of me you created in your mind. I want to be friends but I cannot marry you Namjoon.”

He was crying, “I think you are right,” He hugged you kissing your cheek, “I loved you a lot and I am sorry I never told you how beautiful you were, I wish I could have allowed you to be yourself.”

“I have to go.” You whispered before walking out of the hall awkwardly with your head down. Namjoon escorted you out and everyone followed you to the dining room where the DJ and Namjoon’s close friend got on the mic.

“Let’s not waste a party.” You gave him a thumbs up and headed upstairs and changed quickly into the dress Seokjin had picked out for you earlier that week. It was a little revealing but you didn’t care, it’s not like you had anyone to impress anymore.

It was three drinks in and sixteen songs that the cake was brought out, the cake topper removed and you grinned as the song ‘Not Today’ filled the room. You were dancing wildly and Namjoon and Bom were having a blast.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean for you to feel like I stole Namjoon, I was honestly really excited for you too,” she admitted and you grinned.

“He has known you since you two were little and I realized when I met you that his ideal type was you and he was projecting that image onto me, it’s better off this way.” A hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you until you landed against a strong broad chest.

“I liked the whole wedding, but it was the reception that really took the cake.” Seokjin grinned leaving you in hysterics.

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The otp ask thing for clara/augustin? pretty please? I'm so curious about augustin, he's on my mind at least once a day ngl. The way you write characters is so mesmerizing and I can't wait to finally read ASE and get to know all the characters more; You're doing amazing and please keep feeding us amazing content <3

oof this was such a surprise but a really lovely one? thank you sm, anon!! so i should preface this by saying that while clara/augustin canonically have a very complex relationship, it's not an inherently romantic one because he's Like That™ (hence my inclination towards ot3 personally) but there's more than enough meat on the bones to make this vvv interesting to explore. hope you enjoy!!!

1. What are things they both find funny?

augustin finds anyone who isn't them to be an insect beneath his feet, so everyone is either annoying or hilarious to him. if it's someone particularly irritating, they might both enjoy an inside joke.

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

augustin: honestly kind of hard to pin this one down since I imagine his feelings are too complex to accommodate only one sentence, but def something along the lines of 'his' and 'loyal'. clara: "chessmaster." (take that as you may)

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

augustin has a mean vanity streak so he very much enjoys it if clara compliments his appearance, and often. she in particular likes his golden hair when it catches the sun. it still amazes her how angelic/boyish augustin appears despite his personality being the exact opposite, and how well he employs the misconception to his advantage. for him, if praise is earned, it boils down to her intelligence and ruthlessness far more than outright appearance. he's grown up as essentially an aristocrat, so while looks always matter, he knows better than most how hollow and empty beauty can be.

4. What would be their ship name?

never really picked one for them. but now that I'm sitting here, something like augara maybe? their ship tag is i'd let you win, deriving from the phrase 'as long as you play my game, i'll let you win.'

5. What activities do they enjoy together?

clara doesn't know a lot. she never finished school and has a mountain to catch up on. she's also very hungry to learn which is something augustin fully indulges in. he likes the attention and being her source of learning and bettering herself. with each lesson, she evolves and becomes a little bit more like them, like him, and he very much enjoys that. they have hours-long discussions whenever they're both back at the manor where they debate a wild number of topics. he also teaches her to play chess and later down the line tries to show her way around a piano. likewise, he finds her poison and plants rather fascinating, so he's the top person she can discuss the deadly and the impossible with without exhausting him since their hunger for knowledge is equally matched.

6. What is/are their love language(s)?

augustin won't, uh, be very good with any of these tbf since he's not really a man who has 'love' in his dictionary. however, gift-giving and quality time are ones he would probs do best at. for clara, acts of service since she works for him and it's a dangerous job. her loyalty is the one thing he doesn't question though.

7. Write a ~300-word love scene for them.

“Five moves.”

Clara frowns at the warning. Brows dipping inwards, her nose scrunching, and hazel eyes several shades darker—her concentration is palpable. Shrewd scrutiny gliding back and forth across the board. Augustin can practically hear her mental gears working and grinding, and leaning his cheek against his folded fingers, finds himself biting back a smug smirk.

He does enjoy this though. Seeing her so focused, so guileful, is testament to years of work he’s poured into her. She’s grown in all aspects from starving, gaunt nobody he found wandering those gardens. One thing that remains unchanged is her unfaltering stubbornness though.

She hasn’t won once against him, yet still she battles. Over and over again. Her drive has certainly taken her this far. Proven itself to be a fine weapon in her arsenal. She keeps evolving and, as such, she keeps growing into a stronger and stronger opponent with each shedding of old skin.

Rather poetic. Certainly his finest work still.

“No rush,” he drawls, legs crossed and marble chess board caught mid-battle between them. “I’m sure next season will come and go before you’re done.”

“I don’t rush you,” she grumbles. “Nice try though.”

His lips twitch. “All is fair in love and war, isn’t that what they say?”

“Who says that?

He shrugs, sliding his gaze down where her full bottom lip is caught between her teeth. “Those who lose in both.”

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

mutual "oh?". while his was mixed with keen interest to prod and see how sharp her instincts were (basically if she was worth his time at all), for her, it was mixed with a healthy amount of wariness/unease but beneath that arousing fascination.

9. Have they made each other cry?

nope, but he's the top contender make anyone cry lmao.

10. Write a ~300-word argument scene for them.

“Augustin, please.”

“Do not beg,” he seethes quietly, disgusted, his voice a whip. “It’s beneath you.”

Clara stalks after him, refusing to stare at his back. He’s the one who always insisted that if she wishes to be treated as an equal, she has to stand as an equal with them.

“I’m not,” she defends, sighing. “I’m negotiating. Let me handle it. I’ve been working on something. It will loosen his tongue. His wife and daughter have nothing to do with this. There’s no reason to involve them.”

Even if they are the quickest, surest way to get information they need, she can’t. Jean has dug deep and found nothing. The wife is an average woman who loves her daughter more than the world. She’s not guilty for her husband’s sins. Perhaps it is weakness, or a show of love—protectiveness—she saw the woman display when it came to her child with her own eyes, but she doesn't want them harmed. Clara doubts the time crunch is making her case appealing to Augustin, but she will be damned if she just folds.

Their footsteps meld as they cut through the vacant manor hallway, this time entirely out of beat. Jagged and opposing. Just like their stances on the matter.

“Fine,” he declares flatly. “You have a day.”

Granted to her as a test and not mercy.

Augustin pauses but Clara still exhales in relief, shooting him a grateful look. A day will be difficult but he’s thrown harder challenges her way in the past. He levels his dark, cold stare on her, grasping her chin between his fingers. His touch tingles her skin, tingling and electrifying, her eyes hooding when he leans closer.

“For your sake, I hope your little concoction works, Clara,” he whispers darkly. “You know how much I hate repeating myself.”

11. What causes them to fight?

they have pretty converging moral standings. while clara is ruthless and can kill at a drop of a hat if needed, she still has personal moral limits and lines she won't step over. for augustin, no such lines exist. people are pawns, tools, and they're only useful if they serve his goals. the moment people cease being of use, they usually also cease existing. while they both disagree with each other, they are usually respectful of each other's different moral grounds. if anything, they find it interesting discussing these topics and trying to make the other see each other's perspective. while fights are rare, real and unplanned situations where these principles are challenged is the most likely cause for fights.

12. Do they have differing political opinions?

no, but if they do these are heavily debated.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person.

for clara, it's stuff like killing jean/ramona, anyone at the pit etc. for him, I honestly don't ever see him saying words 'I love you.' - it's just not him.

14. What would be a dealbreaker?

it's vvv easy to lose augustin's favour. one wrong action/sentence and you cease to exist in his eyes. he's not really the type to hand out second chances either. I think outright disloyalty would be a massive blow for him since it's the one quality he lauds in her more than others (aside from intellect/ambition). for her, it's feeding back to 13, if he killed anyone she loves deeply, she might try to forgive but won't be able to do so, especially if it's someone really close to her heart.

15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

she cares so damn much he's honestly a little disgusted by it initially. a lot of augustin's own aversion to caring/bonds/attachments stems from his childhood and being ruthlessly and repeatedly taught that no such bonds should ever exist between him and other people. while her ability to bond with people genuinely is incredibly useful/beneficial to him, he's just a bit resentful of it even if he would never admit to it. he's feared, but she's loved - eventually he begins to wonder which is more powerful. for clara, while she understands, his inability to care for anyone to a point he's willing to sacrifice anyone for his ambition is often difficult to comprehend.

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

tbh they won't really have a boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic, so breaking up isn't really a thing that would happen. but, to be frank, only death could separate anyone from augustin. if he sees you as his own, you exist in his sphere. so no matter what distance clara tried to put between them, his shadow would always follow her step. he won't need to follow her physically, harm her, or do anything other than let her live. he's in her head, and that's enough.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

for augustin: sunlight, jasmines, earth, poison, the rustling of book pages, curiosity, satin one second & woollen jumper another, bird mid-flight, footsteps beside him, corruption, sweet, warm laugher, seed blooming into a deadly flower, white rook piece, molten wine, viper coiling in the sun.

for clara: horizon (will make sense with ase context), moody piano music, moonlight/Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, soft smiles/cruel eyes, chess pieces scraping across the board, ink, secrets, ambition, cage, darkness, smeared shadows, icarus with his golden hair & burning wings.

18. What would be their love motto?

not sure they would have one tbf

19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?

those two would never get married for many reasons. for one, augustin is not the marrying type period, but also clara would know better than to expect it from him. at best, if it were to be done, it would be nothing but a ruse to achieve something beneficial.

20. What is a promise they have made to each other?

she's definitely likely to promise she would stick by his side no matter what (and boy would that be tested lmao)

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

while clara would certainly do well in balancing augustin to a point (challenging him, keeping him busy from his destructive moods, being equally as hungry and always eager to learn more, providing him with slightly more patience for others, if only a crumb, and being a definition of his 'good side', however minute and eroding) she would inevitably be the one more affected by him. honed. sharpened. under his tutelage, she only grows that much more ruthless and above all else vvv good with people. he teaches her how to read others and how to bend those weaker than her to her will. in the case of them actually being in a "relationship" it would be a case of gradual, dangerous corruption. while clara's heart could never be entirely destroyed, augustin would blacken it to fit his own sooner or later. not by force or manipulation but by the natural progression of her surviving by his side.

22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?

I actually really surprised myself by sitting here and really pondering this for a solid minute, only to realise that, yes - yes, they would. augustin is pretty much what life intended him to be (there is one other avenue that might have come to pass but that's spoilers for ase and we might be able to return to this concept at a later time) but it's augustin who first spotted clara at her absolute lowest (starved, uneducated, a tool) and saw more in her. even had she had a normal life not twisted by crime and they simply met somewhere randomly, she might be slightly less hungry initially (likely not realising her own potential) but her intelligence is still there (it would arguably be even more present since she would not have been as deprived growing up), so yes, I think he would still see that initial spark that caught his interest. someone who has little fuelled by a steep hunger for more. the rest would just be him moving the pieces so she's by his side.

23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

Augustin’s fingers glide over the ivory keys with elegance and rage that binds Clara to her spot as usual.

She’s not truly here, at the manor, she’s not anywhere that isn’t wherever his woven melody takes her. Not one melody is the same, she knows, no familiar tune played with the same sentiment twice. And indeed the mere mention of the word ‘sentiment’ would likely prompt a scoff from Augustin if she voiced it. She never does speak during these sessions. These instances are private, hers and his, connecting them without words. She doesn’t like sharing them, marring them with an insistent human need to speak. To fill the quiet. His music does the speaking, and she does the listening. Years ago, when she first found her way into this lonely, barren room where nothing but a single grand piano stands, he didn’t force her to leave because she respected said silence.

A note lingers—somber, deep—and his eyes cut to her, silver burning in the pale moonlight. Cutting, hollow—they’re no better than her sharpened blades, so lovingly honed. Augustin tracks her breaths, her exhausted mien, all while he plays. She hates missing his sessions, but more often than not she falls into her poison work for hours, wandering back to the manor long after the sun has set and its monstrous occupants have succumbed to slumber.

Sometimes she likes to imagine he waits longer to start so she doesn’t miss him playing. He always did enjoy having her absolute attention for himself.

The song fades, lingering, lingering, lingering—

Clara smiles, wondering if his music choice on this moonlit night means he hoped a piece he composed himself would lure her to him.

After all, why would he play a piece he titled Clara, if not to snare himself a snake?

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

canon babey.

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

displays of ruthlessness, especially for him. her protectiveness is often amusing to him but also rouses his hunger like nothing else (an argument could be made he's never had someone lay it all on the line so thoroughly for him, and while one side insists it’s foolish, another darker side of him craves that unconditional devotion with destructive hunger). overall their bouts of sexual encounters tend to be more frenzied/desperate than steady/affectionate.

26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex?

oh, it takes a vvv long time for him to allow her anywhere near for unprompted physical affection. it stirs contempt, revulsion, and makes him feel out of control if she's showering him with tenderness. once again, big time leans into how he and ramona were brought up. if he permits anyone that close, he's already lost control of the situation. he should never need anyone but himself. with time and a lot of patience which clara, admittedly, has in spades, I imagine he would grow a lil more used to it. maybe even grow to like it to a degree, even if he would never voice this or show weakness by asking for affection outright. mainly because with her he doesn't have to question any ulterior motives that might come with such displays. clara and her big bleeding heart. she does it simply because she loves him, because it makes her happy, and while these are distant concepts to him, he makes them room for his own amusement if nothing else. for her, I think it's the knowledge that she's allowed closer than anyone else ever has been. it's thrilling. even if it is dangerous.

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

a fair few, augustin is big into control but with years she learns exactly how to work him just enough to have him craving a different type of release basically I'm not saying augustin is lowkey bottom in the bedroom if with vvv specific type of individual but I am

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

“Hands on the lid.”

The command—soft, oh so soft—hooks into her flesh, near instinctively jerking her into obedience. Gnashing her teeth, Clara instead stands still, feet firmly planted.

Beguiling, seductive melody has faded minutes prior. In those hushed minutes, Augustin scrutinized her leaning on the piano, listening to him playing as per usual.

“Or what?”

He doesn’t repeat himself—he never does. He stands, his long shadow stretching with him. Augustin may not be a fighter, might not have the muscular build people like Hector do, but his menace stems from somewhere else. Far deeper than most people can comprehend.

Anyone can break a body, but few can break a mind.

Her skin buzzes with his approach. His slacks creased alongside his white shirt. Unbuttoned. His floppy, golden locks hang disheveled in contrast to his noble, sharp face. There’s that edge to him tonight; the creeping darkness, emptiness, that worries her. It has for years. Clara is not alone in this concern, she knows. Augustin is never mild, but he’s always devastating. This Augustin makes her feel like there are monstrous claws creeping down her spine.

She holds her ground until he’s before her, looming over her like a wraith.

“Your hands,” he exhales against her ear, his breath searing. “on the lid, Clara.”

Heat floods through her body, her breaths growing uneven, “Are you going to fuck me on that piano?”

“Yes,” he says calmly, his stare glassy. “Until you’re begging for more.”

His knuckles graze against her cheek lightly. Deceptively so.

“I won’t.”

Augustin’s cold, thin fingers grasp her wrist; a shackle. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves?

clara is pretty good at giving oral & enjoys it, so. more often though, augustin just gets inpatient so anything she tries to slow it down by neck kisses etc, he gets even more inpatient. in truth, his pride, while dictating his pleasure comes first, likely can't resist the urge to go slower, more through, if only to see/hear how she falls apart for him. clara is vocal and working her up can be rewarding if he puts his mind to it.

30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.

He watches her, observing each silky breath, each desperate writhe in his lap. Nails bite into his bare shoulder, scoring the skin. Greedy, greedy—so set on marking all she wants. Not unlike him. In this, they are the same. Augustin entertains her when he’s feeling particularly merciful. It’s not often, but Viper uses these moments to her full advantage, just as he taught her to.

He catches the skin of her neck with his teeth, a chuckle rasping from his lungs when she lets out a sweet, drunken sound. Clara’s voice borders on a snap; splintering, wanting.

“A little louder,” he goads, amused by how viciously she claws at his shirt, now mere tatters. “If you want to come, louder.”

She grabs his neck; nails and sweat fusing with dull, biting pain. Her glare is dark, lust hazed, but her jaw remains set. Stubborn. Unyielding. Augustin swallows his hollow amusement. She does make him work for it.

“No.”

His fingers bruise her hip, sinking in her deeper, harder. Half undressed mess and needy in his lap. Catching her like this tends to be his favourite.

“Oh, yes,” he hums sweetly, all feigned sympathy and sugary fondness, dragging his thumb down her pounding pulse. Soft, damp skin trembles beneath his touch. He traces it with hateful gentleness. He likes how she quivers. Not in fear. But in anticipation. Waiting for the grip around her throat she knows is coming. “Aren’t you good for me? Lovely Clara.”

His fingers latch onto her jaw, yanking her to him, all pretenses now gone, delighting in her fluttering lashes and deliberate roll of hips in revenge. She likes it when he’s mean, her back straighter, her jaw clenched. Her own hand slips around his throat and she grins viciously, squeezing.

“Are you? Which will—ah—it be today? I-inside? Chest? Mouth? You’re so close, I’m flattered.”

31. What do they love to do after sex?

as mentioned previously, he's not super touchy-feely initially or for a long time. more likely than if it's the middle of the day he has other things to do so there isn't much PDA. with time though he would get more accustomed to her more needy nature. how much she likes physicality post-sex as well. if it's night, he's more likely to let her slot herself neatly beside him with a content smile across her face. when she's asleep, he nudges her closer, but very much because he’s possessive of what's in his grasp only. she doesn't need to know it though.

32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex?

night sex. after a long day if there's still energy leftover and/or any frustrations lingering, letting off steam helps him quieten his restless mind.

#thank you so much. this was vvv interesting to do #oc x oc #otp headcanons #s: i'd let you win #otp asks #c: augustin #c: clara #asks #anon

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Others in "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts

The following contains SPOILERS for "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts"

Summary: Janus once again finds himself popping in to just watch the drama unfold. However, things take an interesting turn. He may find he has more to think about than he would have expected for that day.

Notes: Let me know if there is another way to Spoiler tag this that I missed. (Title may change). I felt the urge to write something like this pretty quickly after watching the new episode. Spoilers ahead, so please be aware. I am not sure how I feel about this. This feels different from the other one. Let me know if I've missed any warnings.

Pairing: Janus and Remus, hints of Intruloceit

Word count: 945

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, references to the content warnings from WTIT,

Janus sighed as he popped into Thomas’ living room, not announcing his presence, as he was just here for the drama again. He glanced around the room for Remus, but didn’t actively look for him, as giving him away would be ‘participating’. He would shuffle around though, not necessarily ‘hiding’ but not in their view of attention either. He snorted at Remus’ attempts at getting Logan when Logan finally saw Remus. He also took the wine bottle from Logan, pouring some for himself, then sat himself down at the table.

Logan sighed.

“Do you have to encourage him?” Janus smirked and shrugged.

“I’m just here. I’m not doing anything to egg him on.”

Logan sighed again and brought his attention back to Thomas. Virgil, despite them not talking directly, was panicking through Thomas multiple times which made Janus sigh. He almost felt bad for him.

So Janus basically just watched where he could. Logan was impressive as always. Remus’ extra-ness was entertaining as usual, although he wouldn’t have been surprised if he was going overboard to impress Janus. This didn’t always work though.

Then he did that weird little roleplay scene for Logan, which confused the man as much as everything else did. Probably didn’t even pick up that Remus was flirting. Which was fine, that was just how Remus was. There wasn’t really a reason for Janus to be jealous. He understood anyways, the nerd was desirable. He was distracted from his not-jealousy with the next thing that Remus set up.

As impressed as Janus was by all that Remus could do, the situation with Nico was clearly a sore spot. Janus wasn’t going to chastise Remus or anything of course. Besides, Logan had it covered. Oh, to wish good things for either side of this rivalry today. Another reason he was just watching, it didn’t really involve him anyways. He might even be able to calm Remus down afterwards.

Strangely enough, at one point the other two were in a different room from Thomas. The more exciting area seemed to be with Remus and Logan, although Janus was still somewhat aware of Thomas.

So he continued lurking as Logan, surprisingly tried to negotiate with Remus. If Remus didn’t have that sensitive pride that creativities seemed to have, he might have even been believed. Turned out today would be more exciting that Janus originally thought though.

Remus was pushing Logan’s buttons, of course, because that was one of Remus’ stronger qualities. Logan was starting to actually show his building frustration, which was surprising. Might even be good for Logan in the end, although Janus didn’t exactly revel in the logical side’s upset.

“Stop IGNORING ME!”

and whoa. Logan’s eyes glowed fire orange. That was not typical of him at all.

Remus went all for it. Janus was thinking more about it though. Then Thomas left to meet up with Nico, of course. Although Janus saw Logan’s face after Thomas already left.

He couldn’t help but sigh, understanding what that felt like. Sometimes he didn’t always like the ways he would do what was best for Thomas. It wasn’t like he would have been good at comfort anyways though.

Janus lounged in the tree looking over all of them as Thomas talked with Nico. Janus picked up on the tensions just bubbling under the surface, and how unstable their ‘fine-ness’ was, perpetuating the thought that it was okay, because that was what Thomas wanted. He knew though. This wouldn’t last. The theatre in him couldn’t resist the dramatics, and bit into the apple almost as a reminder to himself of what would come next.

“Well hey there Double Dee”

Janus oofed as Remus practically appeared over him and fell onto him. He grabbed hold of the tree, probably forgetting he was imaginary again.

“Hello Remus,” Janus was still looking down at the others, still thinking. He paid particular attention to Logan.

“So what’d ya think of today, huh? Teach is hot, but man can he be annoying.”

“Mhm.”

Remus leaned into him more and did his typical shimmy.

“I’m riled up again,” He breathed into Janus’ ear.

“Wanna get out of here so I can let it out?”

“I’m, not really in the mood right now, Remus.”

Remus blinked and leaned back. He seemed to take in Janus’ body language for the first time.

“Hey, er, are you ok?”

“…I’m not sure. I’m, thinking about what happened with him today.”

“Oh, Logan? Yeah, the fire eyes thing was kinda hot not gonna lie. I wonder what else I can pull at to see that again, because woo man would I want to.”

Janus pursed his lips as that ugly green feeling came back.

“Surely you realize what this could mean though.” Janus said.

Remus shrugged. “I mean, we have you. “ Remus nudged into Janus’ shoulder. “We’ll be alright.”

Janus rolled his eyes with a small smile and leaned back into the shoulder.

“Flatterer.”

“So, you really don’t want to-“

“No, Remus. Unfortunately I find my priority lies in Thomas’ mind sphere.”

Remus pouted a little.

“I’ll still see you later tonight,” Janus said softly.

Remus nodded. “You gonna try and talk to the nerd or something?”

Janus shrugged. “I am not sure what good that will do in the long run. It is certainly interesting though to be the only knowing something is coming. That is inevitable.”

Janus turned over surprised at Remus’ quiet, when Remus leaned over to kiss him. Janus returned the kiss of course, but then pulled back to give him a questioning look. Remus simply smiled and then sunk out. Janus rolled his eyes, and went back to watching them.

#sanders sides spoilers #spoilers for wtit #working through intrusive thoughts #ts spoilers #ts janus #ts remus #ts logan #dukeceit #sanders sides fanfic #ts sanders sides

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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“Hitachi” Kaminari x Reader

Summary: The power in the 1A dorms goes out one stormy night and you forgot to charge your Hitachi Wand. Frustrated and horny, you debate whether your persistent release is worth it despite your tense muscles, still sore from training. If only there was a way for the damn toy to charge- oh...

Words: 3,636

Warning: Smut, Mutual Masturbation, a sex toy(hi, duh, its me)

Author’s Note: I was writing this for a request I have regarding a Kaminari x Reader fic but they asked for something just slightly different so I’m making this separate. Let’s have fun with our cute little sparkplug, shall we?

Lightning and thunder sounded from outside your window, rain pounding against the glass making you sigh in frustration. The intensity of the storm knocked the power went out sending the whole 1A dorm into darkness, and by the looks of it, not even the back-up generators were working. Just perfect.

The reason for your frustration was because you had planned a nice night for yourself.

After a long day of training, your muscles were sore and all you wanted to do was to release the pent-up stress that didn't alleviate itself during today's activities. What was going to be a satisfying night consisting of some self-love and quality time with your hitachi wand, quickly turned devastating at the realization it wasn't charged.

Pacing the room you felt like crying; frustrated and horny at the fact you'd forgotten to charge the damn thing this morning. Not like you expected the power to go out, but what were the fucking odds?! You could always use the toy when it was plugged in, but now that you were in this situation using it was not even an option.

Flopping on your bed feeling the hard wand press into your shoulder blade only pissed you off more as you carelessly squirmed on top of it, trying to push it aside. Raising your hand to the ceiling, you debate for a moment if you should just use your fingers quickly and go to sleep, but that just seemed like more work. You wanted your original plan of holding the wand and having it do all the work while you let your mind drift into your fantasies.

Staring through your fingers up at the ceiling for a few seconds longer, you finally drop your hand loosely next to you effectively hitting your wrist on the hitachi wand that was haphazardly moved. "Owww..." Clutching your wrist to your chest, you roll on your side curling into a ball, annoyed by your luck.

Absently, you reach out to check the time subconsciously rubbing your thighs together. 1:34 a.m. The time didn't surprise you, but knowing you were nowhere near sleep with today's activities only repeating tomorrow made you more disheartened. Coming to terms with the fact you probably won't be able to relieve yourself tonight, you try to think of other ways to exhaust yourself and fall asleep.

Opening your phone, you tap on the Snapchat icon, willing yourself to get tired. The stories refresh and you see a recent post made by Kaminari 11 minutes ago. Tapping on his circle, a picture comes up Kaminari laying on his back, one arm resting behind his head, the other raising the phone high enough to see his upper torso, his eyes slanted dangerously as a few cable cords were placed inside his mouth.

'I hate ya'll...I am NOT your portable charger.'

A giggle escapes your mouth, as your eyes trail back over the picture, biting your lip at the look in his eyes. What you assume is supposed to be an irritated expression comes across sexy and alluring to you. Kaminari has sparked your interest, literally, the past few years at UA. He's always been a close friend to you but the teasing comments he made always had your mind drifting into uncharted territory.

Admittedly, there were nights you thought about Kaminari. He was the only guy at UA who could make you laugh whenever, whether that be by friend-zoning himself with every girl at UA or by simply making you question if he's actually a dumbass.

He was also the only guy who could make you nervous at times, with his 'friendly flirting' being directed at you, eyes narrowed suggestively like they are now in the picture. Those conversations always left you feeling flustered as you tried to brush his advancements off, failing horribly. Your eyes drift back down to the cords placed in his mouth, eyes widening abruptly. Wait. A blush makes its way across your face, your skin radiating heat at the crazy idea that just popped in your head.

Shaking your head violently you try to rid yourself of the impure idea, the thought refusing to leave as you feel yourself being pulled in two different directions. The small throb that came from between your legs told you all you needed to know. Nervously, you slide his name to open the chat.

→ You: You still up?👀

Feeling anxious as the suspense weighed in, goosebumps broke out on your arms, making you tremble. There's no way I'm doing this- Just then, Kaminari's bitmoji pops up at the bottom, starting to type.

→ Kaminari: Yea...why?👀

→ You: I have a favor to ask...👉👈

→ Kaminari: Oh no...no (Y/n). Don't do this to me. I was rooting for you! We were all rooting for you!😭

Smiling, you roll your eyes.

→ You: You don't even know what I was going to say!

→ Kaminari: I have a pretty good idea. No power? Phone going dead? Geez...I wonder who on EARTH could help with that...oh yea! Class 1A's FREE OUTLET. Tell me, do I have that written on my forehead or something?

→ You: LMAO I didn't say anything about a phone😂

Your legs start to rub together again, anxious to see how far this could go.

→ Kaminari: Laptop...whatever. NO! I'm finishing charging Mina's laptop and I'm going to beedddd😴

→ You: Kammiiii plleeaasseee I need help! It's an emergencyyyy😭😭

→ Kaminari: Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say🙄😩

→ You: No seriously, please? Imma diiieee. Oh and you have to come here tho because I can't move it.

→ Kaminari: ??? Are you ok?

→ You: No.

Just then Kaminari's bitmoji disappeared and you felt disappointment settle in your stomach. Ugh this is so embarrassing. If he even asks me tomorrow what I was talking about, I'm going to have to make something up. Closing Snapchat, you're just about to open another app when a soft knock raps on your door.

Furrowing your brows, you heave yourself out of bed and over to the door, creaking it open while squinting to see who it is. Faint golden orbs stare into yours and your heart jumps in your throat. "Kami-oof!"

Kaminari shoves his way inside your room, closing the door behind him. "What's wrong? Where is it?" He whispers out, golden orbs flickering around the room.

"What are you talking about?" You answer normally, not bothering to whisper despite the weird situation.

"Where's the emergency?" Kaminari now looks confused as he meets your gaze. A quick flash of lightning brightens your room briefly, your eyes catching on the loose gray sweatpants he was wearing with a black t-shirt. It was then you realized that you only had an oversized shirt on with panties underneath. Considering the lack of lighting, you weren't bothered as much.

Settling back into darkness and registering what he said almost makes a laugh escape your throat and 'awh' at the same time. Now or never. Turning around, you walk towards the bed, running your hands over the sheets to find the wand. Meeting something hard and plastic, you position yourself on the bed and pull it from under the covers. "Can you charge this for me?"

A long annoyed groan came from across the room. Soft footsteps padded over to your bed as you turned around with the toy, sitting on your bed expectantly. "I knew it! And here I thought you were actually in some sort of dan-"

Kaminari stopped in front of you, his eyes squinting at the object in your hand trying to see what it was. On cue, another lightning strike happened and your room was once again lit up. You managed to see the shocked look cross his features, pale skin dusting pink, before plunging back into the darkness.

"I-is that...?" Kaminari trails off, a small crack in his voice made you bite your lip to hold back a giggle. He made no further movements to come closer to you, still processing what was in your hand.

"Mhm. I forgot to charge it this morning...please, Kaminari? Can you do it?" Your hand runs along the cord to the very end, holding the plug out to him. Fingers brush against yours as he takes the plug and moves it to his parted lips, his breath coming out quick and shaky. Your eyes had finally adjusted to him in the darkness as you waited with bated breath watching his movements.

Kaminari placed the plug in his mouth and the toy in your hand started vibrating on the highest speed, making both of you jump in surprise. Nooooo! Not me forgetting to turn it off! Heat warmed your face again as you fumbled in the dark to find the off switch, not daring to look up at Kaminari.

After what seemed like a lifetime scrambling around in the dark, you manage to find the switch and move the toy away from you, shaking hands falling in your lap. "Sorry," you mumble out, rethinking this entire situation. Kaminari was silent and you dared to sneak a glance up at him. Lightning struck again, revealing Kaminari's bright red face, eyes adverted to the side with a slight bulge in his sweatpants.

Oh.

It was quiet as the room went dark again the only sound being Kaminari shifting on his feet. He moves to sit on the end of your bed, crossing his legs comfortably. Hesitantly, you turn and face him too, moving the toy again so it was partly hidden behind you. "I didn't know you were so kinky, (Y/n)." Kaminari teases, but it comes out muffled and strained.

"What can I say? It's one of the best investments I've ever made." Trying to laugh it off, you meet his gaze, golden orbs burning low in the dark room. He was resting his elbow on top of his knee, chin cradled in his hand as he stared you down. It was moments like this that made you fantasize about him and now that he was in your room, with the power out in the middle of the night, had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"What do you think about while using something like this?" The question leaves his mouth in a teasing manner again, testing how far he could push this conversation. You knew what he was doing and the throbbing between your legs returned, wanting to push this conversation as far as it could go. Two can play at this game.

Confidence returning, you slowly uncross your legs, spreading them open a bit and leaving them slightly outstretched between the two of you. Kaminari watched the movement intently, eyes glued to the place between your legs, your shirt lifting a little to reveal your panties. "Mm...do you really want to know?" You tease back, hands moving to your sides, balancing your position on the bed. One hand brushes the toy and you think you see Kaminari nod his head.

"You."

A sharp intake of breath was heard, the sound encouraging you further. You wish you could clearly see his face and what expression he was making. Kaminari shifted on the bed, the cord laying next to you following his movement. Biting your lip to suppress a giggle, you watch him squirm in place, adjusting his pants. "You're lying to me aren't you, (Y/n)? Teasing me just because I've been rejected so many times-"

"And you think you haven't teased me?" The seductive lull of your voice cuts him off sharply, your hand moving up and down your thigh softly. "How do you think I felt when you said all those suggestive comments to me, Kami? I think about you all the time while playing with my pussy~"

Kaminari stops moving around and you try to catch his gaze in the dark, his golden orbs seeming to burn brighter than before. Sighing, you trail your fingers up higher catching on the hem of your t-shirt, raising it ever so slightly before moving back down and into the inside of your thighs. "What? Still don't believe me?"

Your room briefly lit up once again showing Kaminari looking completely captivated by your confession, the plug loosely hanging from his mouth with a small strand of drool escaping the corner of his parted lips.

"I could always...show you." You purr, reaching for the toy, wrapping one hand around it.

This time Kaminari groans and you feel your insides clench at the sound. You see him adjust his position, one leg hanging off the bed, showing off the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "(Y/n)," he speaks finally, your name falling from his lips in a whine. Lifting your other hand off the bed, you slowly slide it in your panties brushing your finger against your clit. Letting out a small gasp, you try to manage eye contact with Kaminari as you brush your clit again, your body still sensitive from before this even started.

"Fuck..." Kaminari leans back on one hand and shoves the other in the front of his pants, working his hands over his bulge matching your leisurely touches. "What-what do you think about?" His question comes out husky and broken, your hips rising off the bed slightly at the sound.

"One time you-ah-were being too loud and I got annoyed and told you to shut your mouth or else and all you said was, 'make me.' Since then, I thought about-mmm-putting your mouth and attention somewhere else to keep you busy~" You pick up the pace slightly, keeping your eyes trained on the movement under Kaminari's sweatpants.

The moan that leaves Kaminari's mouth is downright sinful. The sound making you reluctantly pull back your hand back and wiggle out of your panties as much as you can before returning to your clit, exposing your bare pussy to Kaminari. This time, a pained groan rumbles its way out from his throat, Kaminari pulling his sweatpants down just to release his cock.

Even though your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, You could only see a faint outline of his cock and the way he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Moaning, you could see he had some length to him and that only made you work your clit faster.

"You want me to eat your pussy, (Y/n)?" Kaminari's broken voice comes out again teasingly, making more lewd thoughts enter your head. "I'd be such a good boy for you, 'keeping myself busy' until you cum all over my tongue." His words go straight to your throbbing lips, as you reach down to feel how wet you are.

Not being able to take anymore, your grip the handle of the hitachi wand and move it over your clit, before turning it on a medium setting. The vibrations instantly have you gasping and moaning Kaminari's name, your hips rutting against the toy. "W-would you use your quirk on me, Kami?"

Moans leave Kaminari's lips in harmony, his pace quickening as muffled wet sounds could be heard over the toy's vibrations. "I kinda am now-shit," he replied. Just then you felt the wand begin to pulse against your clit, the vibrations going in and out, the foreign feeling making you mewl. "I can manipulate the electricity...you know this, (Y/n). I can make you cum whenever I want~"

His breathy and cocky tone sends shivers down your spine, making you question briefly if he had better control over his quirk than you thought. Kaminari sets a rhythm, matching the toy to his strokes, your gaze still not being able to tear away from the shadowed movement. As if hearing your prayers, lightning struck, the exposed sight making your breath catch in your throat.

Kaminari's cock was flushed a pretty pink, the head more angered than the shaft. It curved towards his stomach, a vein on the side of the shaft visible when he stroked over himself. He was blushing, eyes blown wide with lust as he trained them on your pussy, his tongue peeking over the end of the plug.

The sight made you feel hazy with pleasure, the wand speeding up abruptly just as Kaminari saw the sight of you. "Fuck...fuck. You look so sexy like that, (Y/n). I want to fuck you. I bet you'd feel so good around my cock...just when you're about to cum, I'll reach down and press my finger against that little clit, activating my quirk-"

Imagining Kaminari fingering your clit as he fucks you has you crying out, your orgasm coming by surprise as Kaminari manipulates the speed of the toy to make you ride out your release. Feeling spent and satisfied, you pull the toy away and glace to see Kaminari still working a hand over himself rapidly. Getting on your knees, you crawl over to him, the wand still vibrating in your hand. Coming face to face with him, your eyes lower to his mouth in a trance, his panting breath hitting your lips.

You move the wand to the base of his shaft, making Kaminari release a lewd cry, his hips stuttering up sharply. Trailing the toy up and down his cock, Kaminari moves his hands to the bed to steady himself, hips twitching wildly. Broken whines leave his lips, drool running down his mouth and around the plug as you run the toy across his tip. "Make yourself cum, Kami."

The whisper was all it took for Kaminari to cum, moaning loudly as you made small circles at the base of his cock with the toy helping him through his release. When he was finished, the plug fell from his lips as you turned the switch off. Heavy breathing filled your room as Kaminari tried to catch his breath with you still leaning into him.

"(Y/n)-mnf!" You cut him off with a kiss, not minding the drool covering his chin as your tongue entered his mouth eagerly swirling against his. The kiss was messy and sloppy as you whined to be even closer to the boy, feeling his hands wrap under your thighs pulling you onto his lap. Pulling back to breathe, you didn't give him time to rest before moving back in with slower movements.

Lips brushed softly against each other as he nibbled on your lower lip, making you sigh. "(Y/n), we should stop before I get hard again...and we have school tomorrow." Pecking his lips one more time, you pull back and stare into his eyes. For a minute, the two of you kept eye contact, the knowledge of your relationship being changed settling in.

"Hey...it stopped storming," coming back in touch with your surroundings, you notice how quiet it was outside, the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting your window. All at once, your room felt peaceful as a mellow feeling entered your body. Kaminari pulls back to quickly rid himself of his stained shirt, tossing it on your floor.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Kaminari whispered, pulling you into his chest. His warm embrace only comforted you more as you melted into him. You hum in reply, exhaustion washing over you as he moves the two of you so you're laying down, head still pressed in his chest as he pulls you closer.

Kaminari had questions about the new relationship the two of you have, but his eyelids started to feel heavy as your breathing evened out against his chest. He could always ask tomorrow.

~*~*~*~*

"Kami! Why is my laptop not fully charged!" Mina stomped a foot into the ground as she looked up at Kaminari who was sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his head.

"I-uh-fell asleep. I'm sorry!" Kaminari presses his hands together in an apology, fighting back a blush. He had managed to sneak back to his room this morning just before everyone would come to him for their electronics and Mina happened to be the first one to show up.

"Uh-huh...well if you fell asleep with the cord in your mouth it should still charge, right?" Mina narrows her eyes, hands resting on her hips accusingly.

"It...fell out? I move around a lot when I sleep hahaha..." Kaminari was running out of excuses and fast. The power was back up and running anyway so why was she still bothering him!

"You can borrow mine, Mina." You come around the corner, holding Kaminari's black t-shirt he forgot to take with him this morning. Walking up to them, you smirk as you hand over the shirt, a small blush gracing your cheeks. Kaminari gazes back at you with his own blush he was trying to hold back.

"Oh? Ohhh...okay. Yeah, I'll just borrow yours, (Y/n). Sorry, Kami!" Mina leans in and elbows Kami in the side making him snap out of his trance. "Finally!"

The not-so-secret whisper made the two of you blush harder as Mina skipped away with her laptop, humming like nothing happened. As she rounds the corner, a small group of 1A students pass her, coming to get their own devices from Kaminari. "Can we talk later?" Kaminari whispers to you, hope in his eyes.

"Yeah...come back to my room tonight." Breathlessly agreeing, you wink at him and turn to walk away as the group gets closer to Kaminari's frozen figure.

"Where's my fucking phone, Sparky?!"

"Bakugou, that's rude...hey bro! Thanks again for charging my phone last night! I'll buy you lunch-"

Skipping back to your room you double-check that you plugged in your hitachi while getting ready for school, before deciding you don't care if it's plugged in or not. After all, you might not even need the toy anymore and from the words exchanged last night, hidden promises of what's to come excited you in your new relationship with Kaminari.

You giggled quietly realizing that you were now prepared for the next time there's ever a power outage in the dorm.

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kindofwriter · 3 years

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Can I offer you some: ‘Ep 25, The Gang Meets Wilde’

Pt. 2

I guess I swung wildly between ‘brandy’ and ‘whiskey’ when writing this and didn’t notice, oof.

Transcript under the cut:

HAMID: I don't, I, I don't think so... Um, hello?

HAMID presses his finger tips to the door, swinging it gently inwards but not fully opening it. SASHA instantly flattens herself against the wall, drawing a dagger and clutching it to her chest.

VOICE (O.S.): Oh, hello?

BERTIE: Oh! Hello!

SASHA and ZOLF both give BERTIE a glare. HAMID reaches out to push the door further, but stops before he does.

VOICE (LANGUISHLY): Oh, hello!

BERTIE (OVERLAPPING): Hello!

HAMID (OVERLAPPING): Hello?

VOICE (O.S.) (OVERLAPPING): Hello!

BERTIE: Hello! Hello!

ZOLF elbows BERTIE in the waist.

ZOLF: Who on Earth are ya?

VOICE (O.S.): I could ask you the same question, I suppose!

HAMID steps into the apartment, pushing the door wide open as he does so. ZOLF and BERTIE step in behind him.

OSCAR WILDE is lounging by the hearth, looking only slightly uncomfortable in a halfling-sized chair. He's human, average height and average build, with plump, youthful features. His hair falls the nape of his neck in glossy, brown waves that shimmer every time he turns his head; he's clearly wearing an illusion.

WILDE is dressed in a manner that's almost garish: peacock patterned waistcoat, scarlet, French-style suit, red shoes, and yellow socks, but between his good-looks and his charisma he completely pulls it off. In one hand he holds a glass of HAMID's whiskey, and in the other a note pad.

WILDE: So sorry I, uh, got here a little early, thought I'd just wait it out.

WILDE smiles winningly at the party. BERTIE reaches up to lift the grate of his armour. HAMID looks confused. ZOLF frowns, then grabs hold of his symbol. A low sound, part way between a hum and a growl, emits from his throat, reminiscent of wind battering across the top of a lake. For just a moment his eyes glow, then WILDE's notebook bursts into flames.

WILDE: Ooh, ah!

WILDE drops the pad, shaking his hand. It's burnt to a crisp before it hits the ground. Looking at its smoldering remains, a faint smile twitches at WILDE's lips.

WILDE: Fantastic, that'd be you... Zolf? Yes?

ZOLF (PLAYING DUMB AS A ROCK): Who, sorry?

WILDE (SMIRKING): Hmm.

CUT TO SASHASASHA is still pressed against the wall, head turned to the side so she can listen in. Her face is stony, but she looks poised for a fight.

CUT BACK TO INT.

WILDE: So, that must be Zolf.

ZOLF scowls and looks away from WILDE.

WILDE: And Hamid, and Sir Bertrand, yes.

BERTIE: Hello.

BERTIE steps forward, obscuring WILDE's view of everyone else. Between his height and his breadth he towers over WILDE, who immediately starts to look a little flushed.

WILDE (ALMOST COY): Hello.

WILDE looks BERTIE up and down in a meaningful fashion. He then glances away for a moment to meet ZOLF's eye, just to make sure he's catching what WILDE is doing. BERTIE looks a little affronted at the loss of attention.

BERTIE: Mm.

WILDE turns and begins to pour another glass of whiskey from HAMID's decanter, then offers it to BERTIE.

HAMID: Um, who might you be?

WILDE (WITHOUT BREAKING EYE CONTACT WITH BERTIE): Wilde. Good to meet you.

BERTIE: Pleasure.

BERTIE takes the drink.

ZOLF: Is there a compelling reason why, um, I shouldn't shove this trident up your bum?

Now WILDE does turn away from BERTIE, looking right at ZOLF. It's difficult to tell whether he's red with annoyance, heat, or still recovering from his intense eye contact with BERTIE.

WILDE: Oh, that's not very- You wouldn't want that getting out, would you now? Honestly!

BERTIE (CLEARLY TRYING TO WIN WILDE'S ATTENTION BACK): Well, you haven't been formally introduced, which I think is part of the reason.

ZOLF (MUTTERING): Well, also, you'd be dead, so it wouldn't be going anywhere.

BERTIE has clearly failed to hold WILDE's attention, as he watches ZOLF with a quirked eyebrow. There's no hint of the 'bedroom eyes' he'd tried on with BERTIE, but there's definitely some kind of passion in that gaze. However it seems, more than anything, like the passion to argue.

HAMID: You, you, you appear to be in my apartment uninvited.

WILDE: I do apologise.

WILDE actually looks at HAMID for the first time.

WILDE: I was just hoping to get hold of you, and, well, I thought this was the best place. I mean, you have been staying here most nights, haven't you?

HAMID: Yes.

WILDE: Well, there we go then, I, uh, I thought you might enjoy the company.

WILDE once again makes eyes at BERTIE.

HAMID: Next, next time it might be nice of you to wait for an invitation.

WILDE: I, I do apologise, I, I did knock!

HAMID sighs deeply.

HAMID: Not quite the same thing, is it?

WILDE (EVASIVELY): I suppose not. So! This is all very exciting; I'm noticing you're all looking a little worse for wear-

HAMID smooths a hand over his waistcoat.

HAMID: I, uh, I would dispute that, thank you.

WILDE: Well, let me re-phrase: not all of you. I'm, I'm noticing, um-

WILDE glances at ZOLF, who seems to be the only one in the room not trying to capture his attention.

ZOLF (GRUMPILY): No, I always look like this.

WILDE: One of, one of your party's missing?

ZOLF (PLAYING DUMBER THAN A ROCK): Who? Nope.

WILDE: Oh, I'm fairly certain that the girl-

ZOLF (INTERRUPTING): No, nope, who? What?

WILDE: The girl is. Hmm, yes. Quite. So, where have you been? How was today? I'm quite fascinated, actually.

HAMID (FIRMLY): Why don't you tell us why it is you're here?

WILDE: Well, I just thought it might be a good idea for you to sit down and, y'know, really, really share, y'know? Really explain things by yourselves, because people want to know. You know?

WILDE gives HAMID a very smug look.

HAMID: Are you a reporter of some kind?

WILDE: Mm, yeah, of a, of a kind. I, I, I sell my stories to whoever's interested, really. And a lot of people are very interested-

WILDE turns away from HAMID and begins to pour more glasses of whiskey. HAMID seems unfazed by this.

WILDE: I just, a lot of people are very interested-

BERTIE: Well, you know-

BERTIE shoves his glass between the decanter and the glass WILDE was filling, effectively giving himself a top-up.

BERTIE: I, I have been looking- I very much have an opening for a biographer.

BERTIE raises an eyebrow at WILDE, still leant across him from filling his glass. WILDE smirks.

WILDE: Well, we would have to closet ourselves away for a significant amount of time to really go over, go over the details. The nitty gritty, as it were.

Behind them, ZOLF scowls, clearly picking up on their queer-coded language, but immediately looking down on anyone who would willingly flirt with BERTIE. HAMID shuffles his feet, waiting innocently for the pair to finish talking.

BERTIE: I, I assure you, I have some extremely fine details to share with the appropriate young scholar.

WILDE turns, two new glasses of whiskey balanced in one hand.

WILDE (WITH A CHUCKLE): Presumably you mean of quality, not diminutive.

BERTIE joins in with his chuckle, but it quickly becomes mean, eventually devolving into a deep growl. Suddenly looking a little uncomfortable, WILDE moves away from BERTIE and offers a glass of whiskey to ZOLF. His face is soft; clearly he's looking for a little sympathy.

ZOLF refuses to take the whiskey, and scowls again at WILDE.

HAMID takes the glass offered to him, so WILDE drains ZOLF's.

BERTIE: My details are distinguished by their quality and their quantity.

WILDE (LESS SURE, BUT STILL PLAYING HIS PART): Indeed, I mean, that, that's a lot of the reason that I'm here. I've been hearing so much interesting- I mean, your deeds with Other London? And especially, I mean- Did you, did you manage to catch whoever it was with the antiques store?

CUT TO SASHA IN THE HALLWAY

SAHSA grimaces; tightens her grip on the dagger.

CUT BACK

WILDE: I heard that was, heard that was a bit of a problem, no?

An awkward silence hangs over the room for a moment as ZOLF and HAMID give WILDE a look that tells him that was in poor taste. BERTIE enjoys his whiskey.

HAMID: Uh, l-look, Mister Wilde, I don't-

WILDE: Sorry that was, that was, that was rude of me. Clearly I was treading on a nerve. I'm so sorry.

BERTIE raises an eyebrow, seemingly losing some respect for WILDE as he apologises.

HAMID: I don't, I don't mind telling you about, uh, what we've been up to. As I'm sure you've seen in the press and will see again soon, we are not averse to sharing our story. But I really must insist that you tell me what it is you do, and why it is you are here specifically.

WILDE (JUMPING IN): It is so generous of you to donate so much to the natural history museum, as well-

Suddenly WILDE is knocked off his feet, backwards into HAMID's chair, dropping his glass as he does so. SASHA looms over him, the tip of a dagger pressed lightly to his throat. WILDE is surprised, but not afraid.

SASHA: What do you know about the antique store?

WILDE smiles, just slightly.

WILDE: Well, I was hoping you'd be able to tell me, all I know is that you were there.

SASHA (UPSET, BUT IN HER OWN WAY): What, what do you know?

BERTIE steps forward, placing a hand on SASHA's shoulder.

BERTIE: Now, now, Sasha. If there's any blade to be held to this young man's throat I feel it should be mine-

SASHA shrugs BERTIE off with such force he actually has to remove his hand.

SASHA (CLEARLY AGITATED): He, he knows something about what happened to Gusset. He, he knows who trashed Gusset's store!

WILDE (WRIGGLING BENEATH THE DAGGER): No, no, that's not what I said.

SASHA: Oh, really? So, you know-

WILDE: I was curious-

SASHA: So how did you know about that? Because we didn't go to the press about that.

SASHA pressed slightly with the dagger. WILDE leans further into the chair to avoid getting nicked.

WILDE: Well, y'know, some people are observant, and some people, y'know- I mean, where do the press find these things out?

SASHA: Well, but- Usually, Hamid tells them!

For just a moment SASHA alleviates some pressure from WILDE, and it seems as if she might wheel around to threaten HAMID. Then she looks down at WILDE and re-applies the pressure; she trusts HAMID.

WILDE: Well, usually doesn't always cut it-

SASHA: That's how journalism works!

WILDE takes a moment to allow his eyes to drift back to BERTIE.

WILDE: Some deeds will just speak of their own accord.

SASHA: Oi!

SASHA begins to press the tip of the blade to WILDE's throat. Once ZOLF realises what she's doing he steps forward slightly, poised to pull her off.

SASHA: What do you know about who trashed Gusset's store?

WILDE: I don't know what to say. I know that you went in there, and you, uh, had a bit of a conversation. It looked very amicable, and then you headed on your way.

WILDE catches sight of ZOLF, stood behind SASHA with an arm outstretched. He visibly relaxes, allowing a huge grin to spread across his face.

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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In your opinion, which hogwarts houses would the Twisted wonderland characters get sorted into?

A/N: What would you do if I said I didn’t watch No. I’m just kidding. I’ve watched Harry Potter. Obsessed over it for quite awhile too! I did have to sleep on this to really think about it. But I think I’m ready!

"You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart Their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart...”

Ace Trappola - Ace is actually one character who could have gone to any of the four houses. He could be in Hufflepuff (he’s loyal to his friends), Slytherin (he has the cunning for it)--or in Ravenclaw (he has the wits to match). However, he chooses Gryffindor because it’s the coolest house. While he does have the “daring and nerve” for the house, I feel like the Sorting Hat would’ve tried to put him in Slytherin--at which point Ace would refuse. Another reason is because Ace was the first person who actively questioned Riddle’s control.

Deuce Spade - Another house I considered for Deuce was Hufflepuff--because of his loyalty to his friends and his devotion to his mother (the way he wants to make it up to her at the very least). I decided on Gryffindor at the end because I felt that--at his core, Deuce is a very brave guy because he’s always willing to stick up for his friends and take on their troubles too--especially during the Heartslabyul chapter when Deuce was willing to fight Riddle with Ace.

Jack Howl - Another guy that I considered for Hufflepuff--especially considering that Jack wants to win justly. At the end, I felt like he suited Gryffindor more. I think this not because it just suits Jack’s image more, but also because he isn’t afraid to fight for what he believes in--he’ll dare fight Leona, Ruggie and most of Savannaclaw for it. We see this in the manga and in Leona’s SSR Dorm Uniform, when Jack is often that odd guy in Savannaclaw for sticking to his morals above all else.

Epel Felmier - The Sorting Hat would have barely gotten a word in before Epel insists that he wants to be in Gryffindor. To Epel, Gryffindor is (also) the coolest house. He thinks if there’s a place where people would learn to respect him for his abilities versus his looks--then he thinks Gryffindor is the best place for him. Either way, I think the Sorting Hat would’ve been planning to put him in there anyways.

Silver - The primary reason I put Silver in Gryffindor is because of his position as a Knight of Malleus and how seriously he takes this. I didn’t really consider any other house for Silver honestly. He doesn’t have the same level of loyalty as Sebek (I think), but he does uphold chivalry and all those knightly values. So in my eyes, that’s what made Silver suit Gryffindor the most.

“You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil...”

Trey Clover - I think this was a pretty obvious choice for Trey. He stood by Riddle’s side and didn’t question his tyranny because of his loyalty. He’s also genuinely kind.I can see him as a senior that people from across all houses would respect and seek out for help. I did consider Trey briefly for Slytherin, but honestly... You know how you don’t want to piss off the kind people? That’s Trey. It’s also super Hufflepuff off him.

Ruggie Bucchi - You’re probably very confused by this. Don’t worry, I totally understand. I was originally going to put Ruggie in Slytherin, and mind you--I think Ruggie himself would be surprised to be in Hufflepuff--but the thing is... Ruggie just suits Hufflepuff more. He’s not exactly just--but remember in the beginning of Scarabia’s chapter, Ruggie brought home a lot of food to share with his fellow hyenas. He’s also shown incredible loyalty and belief in Leona. Lastly, he’s one of the most (if not the most) hardworking character. Acknowledging all that just made it a no brainer to put him in Hufflepuff.

Kalim Al-Asim - Kalim could’ve gone to Gryffindor, and if he thought to ask the Sorting Hat--he might’ve been put there too. But honestly... the thing that you got to love about Kalim (aside from his general good cheer) is his intense loyalty to his friends--especially Jamil. Also, because Kalim is just honest--he has nothing to hide--which fits within the traits upheld by Hufflepuff.

Jamil Viper - Jamil should’ve been sorted to Slytherin. I mean, he’s the snake. The thing is, he would stick like glue to Kalim’s side, and that’s how we find him in Hufflepuff. Though he does have all of Slytherin’s cunning--he actually shares quite a lot of the traits desired in Hufflepuff. Loyalty (to Kalim, though he’ll deny it) and hardworking. I suppose another house that might suit Jamil would be Ravenclaw.

Sebek Zigvolt - Ironically for Sebek, the reason he’s parted from Malleus is because of his loyalty to Malleus. I’ve mentioned several time that we don’t see much of Sebek beyond his loyalty, and because this has become the most definitive thing we can see of his personality--Hufflepuff was the obvious choice.

“Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, will always find their kin...”

Riddle Rosehearts - I chose Ravenclaw for Riddle--primarily because of his past. His mother ‘trained’ him into someone who saw and prioritised his academics. We also know him as an incredibly studious student. I can’t recall which card I read it on--but I know that he even lent his school notes to Deuce. Other than that, I considered Hufflepuff briefly because of his hardworking nature... but honestly I’m pretty sure Riddle would request to be in Ravenclaw.

Vil Schoenheit - Vil was actually pretty easy to place. I chose Ravenclaw because Vil says in his third chat “ultimate beauty is said to also reside in intelligence.” I didn’t consider Slytherin because I felt that while Vil might have those Slytherin traits/qualities--he just prized the Ravenclaw ones (knowledge and creativity) as much more important. Vil would just be an insanely beautiful and smart student that people probably saw him as the second coming of Rowena Ravenclaw (who was known for both her beauty and intelligence). Imagine Vil wearing Ravenclaw’s diadem... oof I know what I’m drawing next.

Idia Shroud - Idia was someone difficult to place honestly. I’m still not sure if Ravenclaw is the best house for him... but the more I thought it, the more that, based on what we know about Idia so far--this would be the best house. He’s incredibly intelligent when it comes to technology--especially when we acknowledge that he did create Ortho by himself. Also because I do remember how when Ortho tried to get him outside, Idia chose to just create a program that would let him see the outside world instead.

Malleus Draconia - For some reason, I don’t think Malleus suits Slytherin. Like he does have the traits for it--he’s certainly sly enough. He also probably has the pedigree/bloodline to be in Slytherin he’s also a reptile--but I think he suits Ravenclaw more. When it comes to Malleus, his power and abilities are always mentioned--especially how he’s the 5th Ranked Magician. To be a 5th Ranked Magician probably means possessing a lot of knowledge too so... He’s definitely Ravenclaw material.

Lilia Vanrouge - My personal headcanon of Lilia in the Potterverse is that he’s likely gone to Hogwarts more than once. He’s likely been in each house at least once. So... his position in Ravenclaw is just because “he felt like it.” I will say that, Lilia of today--would be a Ravenclaw because of his wealth of knowledge. His initial house was probably Gryffindor because he was a knight, and I feel like he was probably even more enthusiastic/daring than he is today.

“Or perhaps in Slytherin you’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends...”

Cater Diamond - Honestly... It’s more like because you can’t tell what his true intentions are that made me sort him into Slytherin. Especially his Dorm SSR, where it’s sort of highlighted that he’s at his best when motivated by self-interest. He was also pretty manipulative with Deuce during the Beans Day Event!

Leona Kingscholar - Okay I chose Slytherin because of the whole “these cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends” which is pretty much obvious from Leona’s whole story in the Savannaclaw chapter. He isn’t afraid to use underhanded techniques. Leona could probably flourish in Ravenclaw too... and if the Sorting Hat tried to put Leona in Gryffindor--I think he’d adamantly refuse that because he wouldn’t want to share that with Farena.

Azul Ashengrotto - I considered putting Azul in either Hufflepuff (because of how hardworking he is) and Ravenclaw (because of how knowledgeable he is)... but the thing is, it’s what he pushes himself to do and how he uses his knowledge that ultimately put him in Slytherin. He puts effort into his knowledge to scam people--that’s very Slytherin to me. Also, I think it’s pretty amusing that Slytherin is underwater just as Octavinelle is.

Jade Leech - I definitely considered Ravenclaw (for being clever) for Jade--but much like Azul, its what he does with his knowledge that ultimately made me put him in Slytherin. Also, I think in his SR Entrance Ceremony--it’s actually heavily implied that he’s capable of manipulating both Azul and Floyd to further his own amusement it’s sexy so that’s why I think he’s a definite Slytherin. what can I do to slytherin his bed

Floyd Leech - Unlike Azul and his brother, I thought about putting Floyd in Gryffindor because he was daring--and he had that nerve to challenge others... however, the thing about Floyd is that... I think he’s not particularly brave. He’s just not scared. There’s a difference there, and that made me put him in Slytherin. Primarily because of his threatening aura, but also because he’s wilful. If he’s motivated to do something, he’ll get it done--and that’s his very Slytherin trait.

Rook Hunt - Rook--I didn’t really spend a lot of time thinking about it. I think his love for possessing knowledge (his desire to understand others, and using ‘stalking’ to do so) can certainly have put him in Ravenclaw--but I think it’s because he resorts to ‘stalking’ to attain his knowledge that truly makes him Slytherin.

#aiwrites #aiheadcanons #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons

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coldshrugs · 3 years

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thank you for this blessed template, @possumsunshine. this was so fun and cute, i couldn't resist after seeing it on my dash 💗

pulled a couple of answers from oc asks i've done recently because oof this got long.

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: alma greene

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual

Love interest: mason

Best friend: felix but also nate

Main skill: science/tech

Secondary skill: people/psychology

Main personality trait: tied for impulsive and sarcastic

Secondary personality trait: stubborn

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: she’s not a detective, but science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: very close, even with absences, but waning

Relationship with Bobby: college friend, currently hates him

Verda or Tina?: both

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy’s fate?: at large, babyyy

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: alma eloise greene

Nickname: sweetheart/space girl by mason; sweetie by rebecca

Birthday: june 12th

Age: 29

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bisexual (demiromantic??)

Hair color: dark brown

Eye color: dark brown, nearly black

Height: 5’1”

Piercings: ears, former nostril piercings

Tattoos: a small snail on her right arm, super cartoony spaceship and tractor beam over the words “i want to believe” on the back of her left calf

Clothing Style: “modern” i guess, according to the game. tbh i usually describe it as “too old to be an e-girl but too cute to care.” bleached denim, dark plaid, graphic crop tops, black vans or converse, thigh-high tights, etc etc

Apartment Style: cozy. did she find it on the side of the road or goodwill or an estate sale? if not, it’s probably not in her apartment.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/tech

Second Skill: people/psychology

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: alma is wayhaven’s only forensic analyst because i refuse to let my black oc be a cop

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in-game, she’s 100% there for her scientific prowess.

Murphy bite: Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: mason

Why them?: on a meta level: oh no he’s hot

but alma’s reasoning is that he’s very upfront about what he wants in the beginning and she’s never been pursued in such a way. It’s a bit of a rush and an ego boost for her at first. but mason’s loyalty very quickly becomes the steadiness alma’s been missing for most of her life and she latches on to that. she’s not had someone so dependable around in… well, ever. and her physical attraction becomes emotional VERY quickly.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: shy until they sleep together, then a mix of bold and genuine afterward.

What were their first impressions of each other?:

alma on mason: thought he was super attractive but that was quickly pushed aside by “holy shit, this guy’s an ass.” she thinks he’s an uncooperative jerk that only cares about himself for quite a while, honestly. she asks him along for things she wants to do alone precisely because she thinks he’ll be the most likely to just stay out of her way. she’s surprised by his attitudes and opinions, and her incorrect assumptions about them, during those times.

mason on alma: would never, ever, ever admit that his first thought upon meeting Alma was simply “cute.” he quickly found parts of her to assess individually. those first few days were mostly spent appraising her physical attributes and watching her back when she needed it. mason did find her funny right away, but he wasn’t willing to trust someone new, regardless of that person being their handler’s daughter or not.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

alma on mason: his eyes, freckles, and every single version of his smile. his decisiveness, differentially, and willingness to stab as a warning.

mason on alma: her hair tbh, there’s just… a lot of it. her hips, her eyelashes. He also likes her adaptability, sense of humor, and the warmth she gives with no expectation of reciprocation.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of stargazing, lots of watching tv very quietly and making fun of the storylines they don’t understand until they get bored and make out instead, walking around the quieter parts of wayhaven or taking late-night drives.

What is their favorite memory together?: i like to think mason finds the carnival photo of them after the place has been sacked and gives it to alma sometime later. both the taking of the photo and the giving of it are very fond memories for both of them.

What are their love languages?: touch, quality time.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: badly. mason absolutely hates it after a time. if alma’s out of town, he’s in her apartment with the excuse of feeding her cat, but it’s 100% just to sleep in her bed and be around all the things that make her, her. alma does a little better. she’s used to having folks sort of come and go and come again, but she gets almost hyper-insecure?? it’s nothing she’d admit openly, but she’s second-guessing herself in totally unrelated aspects of her life until they’re reunited.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: they don’t necessarily argue, but they disagree with the intent to problem solve. alma is pretty flexible and as long as she can understand why someone might feel the way they feel, she’s willing to hear them out or go along with their plan. if an argument does get out of hand, they need space from it for a while. they each have places to retreat for those times, and they wait for the “hey” text to come through to know it’s time to talk about it.

What does their future look like?: alma becomes a vampire two years into their relationship. they move into a quiet, old house on the edge of town until the whole team moves elsewhere. mason has to get used to having a cat because october has several years left in him. they don’t get married, but they’re inseparable.

Anything else you’d like to share: in the time before alma turns, mason learns to perfect making grilled cheese because it’s what alma craves when she’s not feeling well. He makes the grilled cheese then he immediately showers to get the smell off him but he makes it regardless.

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: depending on the playthrough it swaps between felix and nate, but felix feels more in character

Why them?: alma loves felix’s sense of adventure and nosiness. Most of all she loves that he won’t judge her for pulling the same shit every now and then.

What were their first impressions of each other?: alma was super thrown off by that hand kiss. “who the fuck is this mischief-maker?” while nate was very kind and warm, felix (surprisingly) was the UB teammate that really humanized the rest of the team for alma. he’s fun and genuine and wants everyone else to be happy together. felix was incredibly interested to learn more about alma, as a human, as his boss’s daughter, and then as a friend when she readily accepted the supernatural and, by extension, him as a vampire. The fact that she’s easily flustered or surprised really works in his favor because he lives for being the most shocking person in the room.

What do they do to spend time together?: they share music, they dance, and they text A LOT. lots of memes, lots of “what does [x] mean?” “oh nice” “[proceeds to use the thing they just learned incorrectly]”. they also compare and share hair products.

Anything else you’d like to share: they each have a tamagotchi named after the other (baby felix and baby alma) and they compete to see who can keep theirs alive the longest. everyone loses.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in-depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: oof okay. alma seeks rebecca’s approval and depends on her for a sense of safety and “stability.” in some ways, she wants to be exactly like her mom: strong, independent, unbothered, worldly. but a lot of that shatters the longer alma works professionally with rebecca and with the revelations surrounding rook. alma sees how much rebecca uses her as a crutch, projects her perceived failures onto alma’s life, and over-shelters her.

Relationship with Rook: alma doesn’t remember him and tries not to think of him often or fondly or at all BUT she has so many of his things. his flannels, his detective badge, his ancient comic book collection (which is the only reason she has her own). she has his eyes and his impulsive streak, his care for people of all varieties. she IS rook’s daughter and she ignores that fact so it doesn’t hurt her.

Relationship with Bobby: they used to be very close, slightly flirty friends but there’s no way in hell alma can trust him now. (i originally had bobby as alma’s ex but it was all getting a little too Bella Swan for me. like bobby, douglas, the werewolves, falk, and mason like????? it was a bit much so bobby’s just an old ex-friend)

Relationship with Verda: alma fucking loves verda. that’s her mentor, that’s her dad friend. she feels a sense of Pride and Accomplishment when she can make verda laugh or impress him in the lab, or both. alma’s fond of spending evenings over his place with eric and the kids, making dinner, or just hanging out.

Relationship with Tina: tina was alma’s first friend as a kid. they lost touch in high school because tina was bubbly and cute and popular, while alma was… not. but the summer before they left for college they ran into each other at a house party and since that reconnection, they’ve been thick as thieves. it was like nothing had changed. tina is a light in alma’s life, and alma lets tina lean into the stranger parts of herself without judgment.

Relationship with the Mayor: thinks he’s a creep and a bad parent.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: appreciates how he prioritizes the town and its people, but thinks he could loosen up a bit.

Relationship with Haley: haley is a couple of years older than alma but they’ve known each other forever. alma admires haley’s work ethic and cheery attitude.

Relationship with Elidor: oh man, alma is absolutely stunned by elidor. he’s beautiful, kind, and knowledgeable. in those early days, elidor is responsible for quite a bit of her supernatural education. alma grills him while he nurses her back to health. her curiosity is refreshing to him.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: alma thinks vieno is cute and funny, says hi when she sees them around, but they’re not best friends or anything. she can’t shake the thought that they’re basically a fae version of danny devito.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: absolutely smitten with lesedi. she’s never seen a more beautiful woman. tamiko ends up being a pretty good friend. the twins are on her social periphery but alma’s not close with them.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: alma sincerely wants to help them adjust to life in this world and takes that goal very seriously. at the same time she really really wishes falk hadn’t developed this weird attachment to her.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): YES. i’ve thrown another oc in wayhaven for the express purpose of being The Detective. His name is javi. alma met him in college and they were fast friends. alma convinced him to try out wayhaven after graduation. They lived together for a while and now they, along with tina, can often be seen in the corner booth of chen’s pub.

she was also very close with her maternal grandmother before she died. she was raised by her while rebecca was absent, but i need to develop this more.

her cat, october, whom she’s had for five years. he’s a sweet, mostly black tortie that can hardly meow. alma adopted him as an adult when she got her own place.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: alma is so open and ready to accept new possibilities. she’s the sort of person that embraces what scares her, finds beauty in it, and loves it intensely. she’s sharp and resourceful. i wouldn’t exactly describe her as hard-working, but she’s knowledgeable about her field and tries to be helpful when she has a goal in mind.

she’s quite tactile. touchy with other people. likes to use her hands for work or hobbies. she doesn’t really mind being alone for long stretches of time but would prefer not to be. she wants others to want to be around her.

she’s also terrible at being honest about her trauma. everything is fine, she’s fine, she doesn’t need to talk about this :) :) :) she will handle the breakdown when it happens and not one second before. also, with quick wit comes uncontrollable sarcasm and it does not always hit well.

Strengths: the only person in unit bravo that knows how to use google

Weaknesses: squishy

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: super torn here because wayhaven feels inland to me, but i think i’ve finally settled on the north carolina coast but not like the outer banks area. If not there, then maybe virginia, closer to the chesapeake bay.

What is their personal history?: alma is born to rook and rebecca in wayhaven. spends her childhood being raised mostly by her grandmother, idolizes rebecca. academic success comes easily for her; a heavy interest in science leads to a scholarship at a university just far away enough to feel like she’s Leaving The Nest. alma dates a bit in college but she’s the type to end up becoming friends with everyone she sleeps with and romance is difficult for her to cultivate. when she does date, the relationships are short-lived. she returns to wayhaven after school and puts her degree to work in wayhaven’s police department. she wishes she’d applied for a position in the city but craves the comfort (and tbh, the low stakes) of home.

If they weren’t a detective, what would their dream job be?: she’s a forensic analyst and honestly?? it’s a pretty dreamy job for her. she loves being a scientist, loves helping people, and isn’t easily grossed out.

Anything else you’d like to share: has tried to stay overnight in an ikea. did not succeed.

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: gemini

Hobbies: reading peer-reviewed journals, watching terrible sci-fi, collecting comic books and mugs, thrift shopping

Likes: good hair days, denim jackets, vanilla candles, halloween, unflavored lipbalm, driving at night, that warm “surrounded by love” feeling, snails, fuzzy socks

Dislikes: the lights while driving at night, winter, dry skin, minimalist decor, smudged glasses, being overwhelmed with choices

Drink of choice: white wine usually, white russians if she’s out at chen’s, or shots of jaeger if she’s feeling trashy

Starbucks order: grande flat white with 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon

Favorite food: a simple, fresh spaghetti pomodoro OR lemon meringue pie

Favorite color: golden mustard yellow

Favorite music: she loves just about everything and it’s heavily dependant on her mood. (this is actually really difficult to think about without feeling like i'm giving her my exact taste in music but here's a little playlist that fits her vibe)

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): science fiction or psychological thrillers, but her favorite movie is oliver and company.

Favorite season: fall

Anything else you’d like to share: has a stupid amount of blankets stashed around her apartment. she really does not like being cold.

#alma greene #twc #i uhhh i spent a very long time on this and i'm still like #who is this person #but it's fine it's fine #i can rest

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FluffyNightKiller pt 2

Something fluffy (heh) after I broke all of your hearts yesterday!

@zu-is-here I.. finally did it!! xD Took me long enough, heh

As always, story under the cut or on my AO3

As they entered Ccino's apartment they were immediately greeted by two over-eager cats jumping around them. Ccino lifted one of them up, lovingly cuddling it and whispering: “Hey love, I'm home.”

Once Ccino was done getting greeted by his cats they both got out of their shoes and jackets and Ccino showed Nightmare to the living room.

“You can sit down on the sofa if you want, I'll feed the cats real quick and.. uuhm, is there anything you're allergic against? Asking for dinner!”

“Hmm? No, I'm fine”, Nightmare answered, and watched as Ccino left for the kitchen. He chuckled slightly as he saw the cats following him, then heard Ccino talk to them while he prepared their food.

Meanwhile Nightmare took the time to look around the living room a little. It was really tidy, sure a few cat hairs flew around, one or two specks of littler close to the boxes, but.. no dust to be seen on the cabinet he just stopped in front of. Pictures of cats were lined on it and Nightmare took some time to look at them in detail. Something about them made him feel warm inside and he smiled slightly.

Walking around a little more he noted how small the apartment really was, a lot of furniture put closely together. Humming, he sat down on the sofa. It felt nice, the pillows in the back really soft. He closed his eyes and thought about how he should approach the situation with Ccino.

Just talk to him, Killer had said. Nightmare huffed. If only it was that easy. Killer was the outgoing one out of the two of them. Nightmare.. didn't really know how to deal with people outside of work.

Nightmare was ripped out of his thoughts as he heard something clatter to the floor in the kitchen and stood up, walking over to Ccino.

As Ccino saw him he sputtered: “Ah, Nightmare, I told you you could-”

“Yeah, I know”, Nightmare shrugged. “But it sounded like like you might need some help. So, what did you drop?”

Ccino blushed and awkwardly held up a knife. “I was.. cutting vegetables”, he said.

“I see”, Nightmare chuckled and stepped closer, looking over Ccino's shoulder as the other continued preparing for dinner. He wasn't exactly skilled with a knife and Nightmare sighed before he walked to stand directly behind Ccino and put both his hands over the other's. Ccino jumped out of surprise, then almost stopped breathing as he realised what just happened. A blush crept up on his face.

“Here”, Nightmare rasped. “Try it a little more like this”, he moved their intertwined hands a few times. “Can't watch you almost cut yourself. And now, try it on your own.”

Ccino nodded and tried to copy what Nightmare had done with his hands. “Is this.. better?”, he asked.

Nightmare looked over his shoulder for a moment, then said: “Yes, definitely. You're doing good.” Ccino just blushed even deeper and tried his best to concentrate on the work at hand. “You got like.. another knife so I can help you?”, Nightmare asked. “If you're already cooking for me, I might as well..”

Ccino put down his knife again and rummaged around in his drawers. “You don't have to”, he said, “But if you really want to-”

“I want to”, Nightmare interrupted him, taking on of the tomatoes and cutting them into pieces.

Ccino watched him for a minute before he said: “Wow, you're really good at this..”

Nightmare had to laugh at that. “What did you expect? Were you really thinking I'd be a complete wimp in the kitchen? Someone has to make food and I'm not letting Killer use anything other than the microwave.”

“You're.. cooking for the both of you?”, Ccino asked a little surprised.

“Honestly, even though we have the money, going out for dinner every day would be way too much work, we want to spend some quality time at home as well.”

“You're an amazing actor and a good cook!”, Ccino exclaimed. “What else can you do? Speak five languages and ride a horse or something?”

“Not.. exactly”, Nightmare laughed. He shook his head. “I'm not here to talk about myself anyway. I.. wanted to get to know you, so tell me a little.. while we let this cook.” Nightmare put the last view ingredients in the pot and turned on the stovetop.

“There's not much to say”, Ccino admitted. “I have cats and I can cook coffee. And I really look up to you..”

“And, is there anything else you do in your free-time?”, Nightmare asked. “Like on the weekends when you don't have to cook coffee for all of us?”

“I.. like to read, sometimes. I.. actually have a library card and sometimes, if I find a good book I take it home and read with a cat in my lap.”

Nightmare's whole face lit up as he heard that. “So you like to read?”, he asked. “I should really invit you over to my place once, see if you want any of my books!”

“You enjoy reading too?”, Ccino asked, eyes wide.

Nightmare chuckled slightly and nodded. “I have a lot of books in my room, actually. So many that Killer started calling it the library instead. He keeps joking if reading the script isn't enough already.”

Ccino laughed at that. “I was just gonna ask the same, really.”

“Sometimes I just really want to read something that has nothing to do with the role I'm playing. Immerse in a completely different world, you know?”, Nightmare sighed exasperated.

“I see”, Ccino nodded. “So, what's your favorite type of story? Romance, action..?”

Nightmare blushed. “Y-you'll probably figure it if you visit me.”

“Ah!”, Ccino's whole face took colour again. Was that an invitation??

He looked behind himself confused as Nightmare jumped up all of a sudden, pulling the pot oof the stove to save it from spilling everywhere. “That was close”, he sighed. “We shouldn't have lost focus of it. Well, guess we can eat now.”

Ccino looked at him, still blushing before he turned to gather plates. “Right, right!”, he called and ran to the living room. “Let's eat over here! It's a lot more comfortable!”

Nightmare just hummed and brought the pot over, placing it on the table.

“Uuh, coffee or tea?”, Ccino asked, running back to the kitchen. “The food is still hot so I thought I could make something to drink for us.”

“Tea”, Nightmare said and walked back to the kitchen as well. “Can't have coffee in the evening.”

“Oh, yeah, that seems fair”, Ccino said, picking a tea bag instead and heating the water. Once it was done he handed Nightmare a cup and took one of his own, walking back to the living room. They sat down on the sofa and Ccino got both of them some of the food on their plates.

Nightmare barely picked his spoon up before a cat jumped into his lap.

“Aah, no, hey you can't, he's wearing black pants!”, Ccino called out, trying to get the cat away from Nightmare.

“It's okay”, Nightmare smiled. “They needed a wash anyway. Though, if Killer sees this.. well, he would be so envious of me right now”, he chuckled.

“Huh? Why?”, Ccino asked.

“He really loves cats”, Nightmare said. “He'd probably kill for them if I think about it. Bet he'd give anything to get to your home if I told him you own two of these fluffy guys.”

“Killer.. seems like a nice person”, Ccino blushed, slowly starting to eat his food.

“He.. can be an idiot at times”, Nightmare sighed, trying to somehow eat over the cat. “But.. he's a kind, loving and honest idiot.”

“The way you talk about him..”, do I even have a chance?

“You know..”, Nightmare smiled. “Recently, he started talking about you almost the same. Actually.. he asked me to see if we would get along.”

“So.. he's the only reason you aske-”

“No”, Nightmare interrupted Ccino. “I'm not only doing this for him. He told me you.. got a little crush on me and faintly.. I'm interested.”

Nightmare chuckled again as he watched Ccino's whole face light up in a blush that almost reached his neck. “Y-you.. wha- you what?”, he stammered. “N-no way..”

“Killer already fell for you and I know he's got a good taste”, Nightmare smiled. “You're really kind and I'm willing to give this a try.. If! And only if you will give Killer a try. Maybe show him your cats some day.”

“I never thought you were that close with Killer”, Ccino mumbled. “But you seem to have a really lovely relationship and put a lot of trust into each other.”

Nightmare smiled and picked up his cup, removing the teabag after he checked if it was done. "Even if it doesn't look like it, Killer means a lot to me", Nightmare hummed. "And.. I never considered having a relationship with more than one person, but now that he suggested it.. I can already see you joining us. We might need someone like you, soft and kind and all the things we aren't."

"Don't talk like that about yourself! I.. I'm sure you're both absolutely amazing people!"

"Thanks", Nightmare hummed. "You know.. I always thought you only wanted to be with me because I was a famous actor. But it seems you have seen other things that drew you to me."

"I... It wasn't your job that made me fall for you!", Ccino nodded. "Though.. I always considered you unapproachable because of it. Plus the fact that you already had someone."

"We're normal people just like you", Nightmare noted. "Our jobs don't define us." He leaned back after he finished his meal and looked at the clock on the wall. "Stars", he sighed. "Is it really that late already?"

“Hmm, it is”, Ccino nodded. “Do you have to leave?”

Nightmare pet the cat in his lap and closed his eyes. “I'll stay until I finished my tea”, he hummed. “I really enjoyed this evening with you.”

“I.. I did too!”, Ccino agreed, sipping his own tea.