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nekoannie-chan · 2 months
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Love or curse?
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Title: Love or curse?
Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.
Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.
Word count: 579 words.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?
Major Tags: Love bug, curse.
Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:
"Love bug.”
You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.
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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.
But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.
"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.
"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."
"We need..."
"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.
"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."
"Then go get her and make her bring it."
"You have powers..."
"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.
None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.
You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.
On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.
"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.
"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.
"Only if you have plans."
"Then I'll see you at eight."
"I'll be on time."
You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.
"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"
"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.
"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.
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"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.
"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.
"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."
"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."
"But... " 
"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."
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All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.
"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.
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th-xeno · 1 year
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happy valentine! 🍫🎀
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pumpkincarriage3 · 1 year
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Never Has and Never Will Be | Vil Schoenheit X Reader (Valentine's Special)
Prompt: “It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”
Synopsis: Vil had many different types of fans. Some, unfortunately zealous in their determination to gain his affections. It came with the territory. But he had never thought they would go after his lover in such a way.
Extra: The reader is not Yuu. The Reader is also gender-neutral in this. Hurt/comfort.
Vil sat down beside (Y/n) watching as they bawled their eyes out. Gently, slowly, as not to startle them, he pulled out a handkerchief from his vest and wiped the tears away from (Y/n)'s face. They didn't lean away from him, but they also refused to look at him.
The action or rather the non-action hurt more than anything. Vil knew (Y/n) normally didn't act like this. Then again, they didn't normally bawl their eyes out either. Vil also knew this wasn't just them being sensitive, they had much more thick skin then most, they just finally cracked under the pressure.
First were the tabloids. The one's with Vil paired up with some other model or actor, one where the writer would paint the image as if Vil was having an affair. Or that they were a match made, even though none of them held a candle to Vil's actual lover. To his (Y/n).
There were even more tabloids after that. Instead these one's out right attacking (Y/n)'s image. Attempting to paint them in a bad light. Vil had attempted to sue for slander, but they had gotten out of it due to certain complications and specifics. Vil knew that this was the way of the social industry, but he couldn't help but be frustrated.
And then came the harassment. Vil did what he could about the stuff he knew, but he knew there was a lot being kept from him. A lot that (Y/n) didn't tell him about. He'd seen the messages, the letters, had heard people whispering to-and-fro amongst themselves once he had got to pick (Y/n) up from somewhere.
Almost as if for a final blow, the News had announced Vil's role, a role he never officially agreed to playing, in an upcoming series with him as a love interest to one of the actresses the News has been trying to sell as his mistress. Had made uncouth comments to (Y/n) in comparison. It hadn't helped that the actress in question had actually accepted the role and was gushing over it to multiple News outlets. Not that they had ever mentioned Vil's name in question, but it had been enough.
And now, Vil was beside his lover, in their room, as they were bawling their eyes out. Selfishly, Vil couldn't help but think they also looked beautiful like this. Even covered in snot and tears as they were.
"Now, now, whatever is the matter dearest?" Vil asked. He already knew. But he wanted to hear it from their lips. He wanted them to ask him to do something to the people that dare slander them. Not to say that Vil hasn't tried all that he can, but he wants them to rely on him. Wants them to give him the opportunity to support them publicly, with them by his side.
"It's stupid..." (Y/n) mumbled. Vil frowned at them, upset and worried. The last thing he wanted was for them to close themselves off.
"It's not stupid if it's upset you in such a way. Now, what is it?" Vil pressed once more. Already planning on ordering chocolates and running a nice hot bath for (Y/n) to relax in later.
"I-It's just--" They broke down all over again. "It's like no one actually believes were together--or-or they question why you’re with me! Saying how any number of people would be a better match! They're always commenting on my appearance, what I'm wearing, what I'm eating! I can't get a moment of peace no matter where I go!" They choked up over their own words. "And sometimes I think that they're right. That you would be better with someone else...."
Vil couldn't help the scoff that left his lips. It wasn't derogatory, not in any manner. He would never use such a tone with (Y/n). But rather, it was a scoff of disbelief.
"I only love you and will always love you. And just you. It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that." Vil pleaded. "It will never be anyone else. It never has been and it never will be." Vil coaxed, placing a gently kiss on (Y/n)'s eyelids, pulling them into his embrace.
Tomorrow he would call his manager and open a lawsuit. And he would keep doing it until it stuck. But for now, with his lover in his arms, this would be enough.
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anonymousewrites · 1 year
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A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special 2023
Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader
Occurs out of main storyline! This is just a special! 
           “I am so excited!” Enid was nearly jumping around for joy. “Ajax asked me out on a date for Valentine’s Day!”
            “That’s so cute,” said (Y/N), smiling. “What are you guys going to do?”
            “We’re going to go into town and get coffee. I’m hoping he’ll bring me chocolate,” said Enid dreamily.
            “You’re lucky werewolves aren’t allergic to chocolate,” remarked (Y/N).
            “I know, right? It’s so good,” sighed Enid. She perked up and looked at (Y/N). “Do you have any plans?”
            (Y/N) shook their head and shrugged. “Nope! Probably going to sit around and write sappy poetry since I am not immune to the atmosphere. Might hand out some chocolate to people.”
            Enid grinned. “You’ll find someone eventually.” She looked at Wednesday. “What about you, Wednesday?”
            “Valentine’s Day is a silly holiday created to promote consumerism instead of passion,” said Wednesday as she worked on her novel.
            “I get that. I only buy the chocolate because sometimes the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach,” said (Y/N).
            Wednesday paused and turned around in her chair. “My parents are even more insufferably annoying on Valentine’s Day, so the execution is just as annoying as the consumerism.”
            (Y/N) smiled as their mind translated Wednesday’s words: My parents like to celebrate their love on Valentine’s Day and love each other very much, and I find it sappy. “I’m guessing you don’t have plans, then.”
            “No,” replied Wednesday.
            “Great! You two can keep each other company, then,” said Enid, smiling.
            Wednesday and (Y/N) grew quiet. The reaper turned nervous. “Oh, I’m sure that Wednesday has better stuff to do then hand out chocolate.”
            “I let myself hand out fudge to tourists,” said Wednesday. “This isn’t much of a step down.” She made eye contact with (Y/N). “Just as long as I don’t have to act…sappy.”
            (Y/N) acted offended. “I would never force you to torture yourself like that.”
            “Good. It wouldn’t even be the fun kind of torture.”
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            “How do I look?” said Enid excitedly. She was wearing sheer white tights, a red skirt, and a pink sweater patterned with little red hearts. With a white jacket, she looked sweet and cozy for the frigid February air.
            (Y/N) smiled. “Five stars! You look so cute; Ajax better appreciate that.”
            “Thanks.” Enid smiled nervously. “Alright. I better get going. Wish me luck! Bye!”
            “Bye,” called (Y/N) as Enid left.
            “Ajax should be careful,” muttered Wednesday darkly. “I have several ways to punish him in mind if he hurts her.”
            (Y/N) grinned. “I knew you cared about Enid,” they said teasingly.
            Wednesday was silent and looked away, unable to deny it. “I guess your plans are in order.” She glanced at (Y/N)’s outfit. “You’re certainly dressed for the occasion.”
            (Y/N) smiled and spun around. They wore a black button down with red hearts on it, a red sweater vest overtop, and black slacks. Even their combat boots had heart beads on the laces.
            “Thanks!” They decided to take her words as a compliment. “And I have chocolate to give out.” They gestured to a large tote bag to the side. “Do you still want to go with me to hand them out?”
            “I already agreed, and I don’t go back on my word,” said Wednesday. That, and she didn’t mind spending time with (Y/N).
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            “Yoko!” called (Y/N). The vampire turned to them and smiled as they held out a package of chocolate. “Strawberry filling, your favorite.”
            Yoko smiled. “You know me well. Thanks.” She glanced at Wednesday questioningly but didn’t comment on her looming over (Y/N)’s shoulder.
            “No problem, Happy Valentine’s Day!” said (Y/N). They turned to Wednesday. “Alright, so that’s nearly everyone. I just need to find Xavier, Tyler, and Bianca.”
            “You’re giving chocolate to Bianca?” asked Wednesday, crossing her arms.
            “I know, I know, she can be, you know, mean, but I’m trying to do the right thing and be the better person,” said (Y/N).
            “I prefer being the worse person,” remarked Wednesday as they entered the Weathervane where Tyler was working and Xavier was (probably) avoiding Bianca.
            “Hey, Tyler, Xavier,” greeted (Y/N).
            “Hey” said Xavier, glancing between (Y/N) and Wednesday.
            “Hi, what are you guys up to on, uh, Valentine’s Day?” asked Tyler, an awkward smile on his face.
            They were acutely aware of how odd it was to see Wednesday with someone else on a holiday such as Valentine’s Day. Furthermore, they knew it wasn’t odd for Wednesday to be with (Y/N). What did they get putting together those pieces of information? (Y/N) is competition.
            “We’re just giving out chocolate to everyone,” said (Y/N), holding out packages to both Tyler and Xavier, who took them.
            “Oh, really? That’s nice of you,” said Tyler, his eyes only on Wednesday as he took it.
            “Yeah. Thanks,” said Xavier.
            “They seem to like being nice. I’m not sure why,” said Wednesday.
            “Well, do you want a coffee or something?” asked Tyler, trying to get her to stay.
            “I’m busy,” said Wednesday shortly. She turned towards the door and glanced at (Y/N). “Let’s go.”
            “Oh, okay.” (Y/N) smiled at Tyler and Xavier. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
            “Yeah, right. Happy Valentine’s Day…” muttered Xavier and Tyler sulkily.
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            “Alright, all that’s left is Bianca,” said (Y/N).
            “I will skip on her. Our rivalry would disturb your ‘Valentine’s Day Spirit,’ ” said Wednesday.
            “If you’re not going to come with me, then here.” (Y/N) reached into their bag and searched for a particular chocolate package. They pulled out a heart-shaped box that had been painted black. “It’s super dark chocolate. I thought you’d like the bitterness. I meant to save it for last, but if you want to leave now, then here you go.”
            Wednesday took the gift. She was surprised for several reasons (all of which she didn’t show, obviously). First, she hadn’t expected any gifts on an occasion such as Valentine’s Day—not even for friendship—because she was not friendly enough for something like that. Second, (Y/N) had anticipated Wednesday taste’s correctly and made sure she would actually enjoy the gift. Third, they took the time to paint the box so it would also be to Wednesday’s taste. She was surprised and…pleased. It was nice to have someone do something so…sweet for her.
            “Thank you,” said Wednesday.
            “It’s no problem, really,” said (Y/N), smiling.
            And yet they had put thought into it.
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            (Y/N) happily ate the chocolate they had saved for themself as they entered their dorm room. They had completed their task, and no one had been rude. Even Bianca had managed a polite “thank you.”
            “Hey, Wednesday, get any work on your novel done?” asked (Y/N) as they saw her leaning over her desk.
            “No,” said Wednesday simply. She stood and turned to (Y/N). “I…You may have poisoned me into following this Valentine’s Day…Friendship—” the word was clearly difficult for her to say, even as a quote “—Gift Giving thing.” She pulled from behind her back a cluster of thorny rose stems tied together with black ribbon. The flower buds lay in a decapitated heap on her desk. “This is what my mother does to her roses.”
            “I’m honored. Thank you,” said (Y/N), a little nervous, as they took. Their little crush on Wednesday made their heart flutter at getting a gift from her, even if it probably meant nothing more than Wednesday was attempting to be her version of friendly. It still made them happy. “This is…I won’t say sweet or kind, but you know what I mean.” They smiled softly.
            Unfortunately, Wednesday did know what they mean, and much to her chagrin, she didn’t mind giving (Y/N) a gift. It was…nice to see their face light up with a smile and see them happily take the rose stems as if they were the blooming flowers others so enjoyed.
            Wednesday really had been poisoned, hadn’t she?
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thelost-in-time · 1 year
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hii may i ask for a valentines special? i would love a letter from mammon and leave it up to you for surprises! i really like fluff though
Hi! Of course you can! One letter from the Great Mammon coming your way! And we have lots of fluff ready for you.
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You've got a letter!
Sender: The Great Mammoney
Hey hey hey!
I betcha yer was waitin' for the one and only Mammon to send ya a letter weren't ya?
Well, it's yer lucky day!
Today I, The Great Mammon, will take ya out for the greatest time of yer life!
In all honesty, I love ya.
I love ya more than I love money, or any other riches.
I may be the avatar of greed, but I'm greedy for yer love an' affection more than anything else.
Just don't tell my brothers or anyone else.
If they know how soft I am for ya, they're gonna make fun of me forever, and I'll never hear the end of it...
Remember that necklace ya saw in my room that ya liked?
I've included that as a gift for ya. I wasn't gonna wear it, so I thought it'd make ya happy.
Wanna go shopping with me later? I've been savin' up fer a while in order to spoil ya especially for today.
Choose anything yer heart desires. Yer worth more than any grimm.
Or we can sneak out of Lord Diavolo's Valentine's party later when my brothers are there.
We can sneak back home and have the place all to ourselves without anyone barging in, then have a date night here.
Or, even better, ya can come over to my room, and we can make plans together? How's that sound?
I look forward to yer response, and hopefully seeing ya.
Oh, and did I say I love ya? Well I'm sayin' it again. I love ya.
Don't keep the great Mammon waitin' too long!
Signed, The one and only Great Mammon
P.s: Let me know what colour yer outfit will be. I wanna match with ya.
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margueritesauvage · 22 days
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Out since Valentine's day - 10 pages story I write✏️+ art🎨 on #TheFlash debut relationship between #BarryAllen & #IrisWest also starring #JayGarrick & #JoanWilliams - in #DCComics#Valentine's Special #Anthology "How to Lose a Guy Gardner in 10 Days"
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ariellewm · 1 month
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💖SFW OC's Valentine's Day Headcanons Special 💖
**Here is a collection of stories involving the reader and my OC's in a lovely setting. Feel free to click on any that have a link attached to learn more about them.**
Enjoy!
Prince Edlin Silverleaf - "Under the Moonlight" Audio Roleplay
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It was getting rather late. You’ve been dancing and socializing with the nobility for many hours now. As Sol Estrela’s sun princess, you excused yourself for the evening. The back of your mind, however, wondered about your love and his whereabouts.
“I’ll see you later this evening, up on the balcony.” Edlin whispered softly into your ear. It was the last thing he said to you before leaving the ballroom. You and the elf prince were in a secret relationship. So, everything between you two had to be kept secret—well, maybe not from everyone. Obviously, Aelene, your maiden servant, was aware of your secret with Nem Naalore’s moon prince.
You’ve retired to your boudoir (bedroom), the same way it was left before the start of the festivities. There was one exception, though. A trail of lavender petals that led out to the outside balcony of your chamber.
After getting into your nightgown and brushing out your hair, you followed the blossom path before you. It ended at the center of the balcony. The night was clear, and the moon was full and bright. The sounds of crickets surrounded you. You jumped as a delicate hand covered your eyes. A familiar, playful voice breathed, “Guess who?” You knew exactly who. Abruptly, you turned around, his hand leaving your eyes. There, still dressed in his formal attire, was your beloved moon.
He had one hand behind his back while the other rested on your waist. Slowly, he revealed a bouquet of white and silver flowers. There was also a hint of amethyst, the same color as Edlin’s eyes. Colors you happen to adore.
Paired with the bouquet of flowers, you were surprised with a box of chocolates. Edlin also knew how much you loved sweets! Especially chocolate—any kind of chocolate. But these were no ordinary chocolates. They were chocolate truffles from his kingdom! Dipped in dark chocolate with a white chocolate drizzle and sprinkled with flaky sea salt. Inside held a hazelnut ganache, a perfectly silky nut blend. You knew quite well that you were going to finish all six of those little truffles before bed.
Edlin leaned in, his soft lips brushing against your flushed cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, elen nîn, my star.” Goosebumps always got the best of you whenever he spoke to you in that elvish language of his. He chuckled.
Adonis Acquati, Atlantis' Sea Warlock
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Date night involving both of you crafting a potion? With your lack of magical abilities and alchemy, this should be fun. And you selected the hardest potion out there with the rarest ingredient.
“Really? You want to brew this one?” Adonis questioned you. You nodded. He sighed annoyingly. “You realize this is going to use up the one ingredient I use for human transformations? Pearl dust, one of many rare ingredients of the Atlantic?”
You nod again. A bigger sigh from Adonis, “You stubborn little kraken. You couldn’t have picked an easy one for us to do together?! Although,” a devilish smirk appeared, “I shouldn’t complain. You do have exquisite taste, darling.”
He showed you his process for crafting potions. While you began mixing the starfish nectar and seaweed, he went on to organize the herbs and ingredients needed. Adonis was particular about his organization. “It’s called mise en place. Everything in its place. I don’t like being messy when it comes to crafting.”
“Pass me the nectar.” You place the small bowl of nectar in one of his tentacles that reaches for you. It coils back to be poured into the smoke-boiling cauldron. Other tentacles were grabbing other ingredients to be poured in.
Finally, the pearl dust. Adonis made sure you were careful about how much you scooped up before adding it to the cauldron. He chuckled, noticing your hesitation. But you managed. The dust caused the cauldron to erupt in more smoke.
Adonis began his incantation. He spoke in unknown languages. Were they Latin? Greek? Portuguese? This went on for only a few minutes until the brew became a simmer.
“At last,” one of his tentacles grasping the ornate vial, “behold the most powerful elixir of all the Atlantic Ocean: Siren’s Elixir.” Two of his tentacles coiled around you to bring you closer to Adonis as he continued with his banter, “Made by me and you—ahem—well, mostly made by me of course I did all the work after all.” You gave him an annoyed face.
“Darling, darling, oh ho ho, don’t give me that adorable pouty face.” His hands reached up to cup both your cheeks. “You did well, my little apprentice.” Adonis kissed your forehead, looking deeply into your eyes. Suddenly, his pet black moray eel appeared. “WHAT?! What’s soooo important that you had to interrupt my—”
“A customer is here seeking a love potion, master.” The eel hissed. Adonis smirked at his precious pet. “Excellent timing, my pet. Go, fetch them in. I’ll deal with them in a moment.” Adonis turns to you, his evil smirk still present. You knew exactly what he was thinking. “Care to see me charm a customer into taking the elixir, darling?”
Prince Czar Agskaga, The Naga Prince - "Coils of the Naga" Audio Roleplay & WIP Novel
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It’s Valentine's Day! Your lovely naga prince has many things planned out for you on this very special day. Starting off with a lovely lunch out by the amber lily fields, strolling nearby the beach and seaside harbor, and ending with the night watching the sky lanterns illuminate the sky.
Unfortunately for you, you’ve been feeling unwell all morning. Tucked away in the circular bed with several blankets buddling you up.
Czar slithered into the bedroom chamber to see you within the soft velvety blankets. He was dressed in his usual royal naga outfit. A thin himation draped over the shoulder and wrapped with the rest of his body, still showing his sculpted chest. He fashioned a long white robe held by a golden serpent on top of the himation.
“My dear, are you ready for today?” He sat near you, his coils shifting and moving about. You quickly hide yourself underneath the blanket. A hiss emitted out of Czar, tilting his head to the side. “Darling, what’sss the matter?” He reaches with the end of his tail sliding up to the bed to pull down the blanket covering you.
You were red. In fact, you probably felt much more flustered after seeing the godlike outfit he was showing off. His hand gently pressed against your forehead, checking your temperature. He sighed, “You don’t feel sssoo well. Poor thing.”
“Don’t worry my sssweet, we don’t have to go anywhere today.” Then a thought came to him, “Ressst dear, I’ll figure sssomething out that we can do.”
So, he left you, but not without leaving a soft kiss upon your forehead. Several minutes go by, an hour, then two. Your eyelids drooped, sleep weighing you down from being sick. A nap would be best until Czar returned.
You were then awakened by the smell of roses and amber lilies that filled the room. It was as if the bedroom chamber turned into a rose garden. Ruby and white candles illuminated the chamber, creating a romantic setting. The table nearby was neatly organized and prepped with all the food you would’ve had outside of the Amber Palace. There was also some homemade soup made by the cooks.
Czar was right next to you coiled up in his usual sitting form, reading a book as he watched you stir up from your long nap. Your beloved naga set the book aside and caressed your hair, “Did you sssleep well?” You nodded. Czar smiled in response, “Good. I figured since you weren’t feeling well, I thought I’d bring all the activitiesss we were going to do here. We can enjoy sssome tea, eat lunch, read a book, and if you’re feeling up for it later, we can watch the lantern’sss from the palaccce balcony tonight.”
He was so sweet, thinking about your condition and doing everything he could to still make the day perfect. You decided to eat the lunch that was spread throughout the table. As you sat down, you noticed a letter on top of the plate. Czar served you as you read the letter written by the prince. A bowl of soup, some bread and fruit for you to enjoy.
Czar noticed that you were finished reading. Tears streamed from your eyes. It was the loveliest letter you’ve ever read. The naga reached down to kiss your forehead once more, the end of his tail wrapping gently around one of your ankles. “Happy Valentine'sss Day, my love.” 
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ye-local-simp · 1 year
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Valentine's Special
How NRC students spend Valentines with you.
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Heartslabyul:
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-He would spend Valentine's in tea party reserved for two.
-He didn't actually find this so had since he always had to host the unbirthday parties but the stress of making it perfect went to him.
-Throughout the whole thing, he was so flustered.
Trey
-You both would bake something together.
-Whatever you wanted since he always had the pleasure of baking literally everything.
-He wanted you to have this new experience for yourself.
Cater
-He would get permission to get you to a very trendy spot arcade and ice cream store in Isle of Sages.
-He literally magicams everything.
-but respects your wishes if you don't want him to post it.
Ace
-Movies at Ramshackle.
-An action one or horror or mystery is one he would want to watch.
-but if you want to watch a different genre, he will endure it for you.
-He also shows you card tricks he just came up with to impress you.
Deuce
-Bike ride around the Isle of Sages
-Dont worry, this time he got permission to keep his title as model student.
-And then a long walk at the beach where you both return with another bike ride home in the sunset.
Savanaclaw:
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Leona
-You both would just cuddle at home.
-Of course this lazy lion wouldn't want to go outside so this was expected.
-But it went great anyways.
-You let him rest on your chest, but it made you tired too, so at least you got more refreshed out of this.
Ruggie
-A walk and cuddles too.
-These are the rare few times where Leona isn't there to keep bossing him around.
-So he would like to do something relaxing for free.
Jack
-The school gym.
-he won't force you to work out but if you do, he will support you.
-If you instead just tag along, you just have a conversation.
-He allows you to ait on his back while he does push-ups.
Octavinelle:
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Azul
-Where else?
- The Monstro Lounge.
-But it took many favours from the Leech twins.
-Since they cooked everything.
-As long as you don't order octopus Takoyaki, you two are good.
Jade
-The school Pool.
-if you could swim, you both just have a great time hanging out in the water.
-If not, he will teach you to swim.
-Don't worry, no pranking if it would upset you.
Floyd
-Near the aquarium.
-He likes to see you being fascinated by fish even though all he thinks when he sees a fish is how delicious it would be.
-If he gets bored, he would ask if you would like to hand out in the dorm waters.
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Jamil
-cooking a meal together.
-This idea doesn't even slightly annoy him since he is cooking for the both of you and not for Kalim and the entire dorm.
-Plus,
Kalim
-He would throw a party for you.
-Allowing you to ride the elephant.
-Of course, all the different food that you will eat.
-And he will give you some great gifts.
Pomefiore:
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Vil
-A romantic dinner at home.
-Normally, he would go for something elegant.
-But he does want you to stay safe though.
-If he is caught with you, your life may be in danger for fangirls and paparazzi.
-But the dinner was great too.
-Because you couldn't go to a fancy place, he tried to make the home dinner just as fancy at least.
Rook
-Walk around the forest of Ramshackle.
-As a hunter, the forest excites him.
-Mostly because there are more things to hunt, and he can show off his tricks to you.
Epel
-A picnic.
-Mostly because it reminds him of his home and it didn't seem hard.
-Plus, he could be himself so he doesn't have to lay low with the accent.
-And it was in the forest so he had space to be manly.
-So it was a no-brainer to do this idea.
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Idia
-You both would have a game night in his room.
-He wants to try out many games with you and to see your take on them.
-He talks surprisingly a lot the whole time.
-But it's nice, to see him talking about something he's is passionate about it.
Ortho
-You both write a card for each other.
-Its actually a really cute card, and he gets help from Idia to understand what messages people would like.
Diasomnia:
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Malleus
-You both walk around Ramshackle late at night.
-Obviously, this is something he does often but it is more fun when you are there too.
-He will carry you back afterwards if you want him to.
Afterwards, you both hang out inside Ramshackle afterwards for some tea or something.
Lilia
-Cooking together.
-But you could already tell his meals aren't surprising- but rather shocking.
-Just pray that you have enough excuse not to eat it.
-You both cook each other a surprise meal.
Sebek
-The Colloseum.
-You both just chat there whilst he talks about Malleus.
-If you get bored, he will just make it into a get to know each other thing.
- He will ask about your home, and he will talk about Briar Valley.
Silver
-In the forest near Ramshackle.
-For some reason, a bunch a cute animals run up to you both.
- He doesn't really understand the joy, but you did since animals like these would usually run away.
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Grim
-You both hang out at Ramshackle.
-He gave him tuna and a card and did all the chores for the day such as get stuff from the school store.
-He didn't expect a gift since he actually didn't know what valentines was but you told him it was a holiday from your home.
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itseivwhore · 1 year
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♡ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ♡
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Valentine special, day 11th : “Couple's dance”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pairing : Edward Kenway x fem Reader 
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary : While patiently waiting for Edward to come back from some business affair around Great Inagua, from the balcony you were leaning into, you heard cheerful melodies coming from the dock. Unable to resist curiosity, you decided to walk near the tavern, quickly joining the collective amusement...thanks to Kenway, of course.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Author's note: I'm incredibly sorry if I'm one day late, also because I promised myself I wouldn't skip a day, but it was over the weekend and well here we are ;( BUT for you all to forgive me, I made this way longer than the last one shot I wrote + I even added some lyrics from one of the songs you can actually hear while standing near the taverns of pretty much all the cities/villages in AC Black Flag! I thought it was a cool idea, so if you want to give it a listen, here's the link!
Ps. I miss writing for Edward so much oh my gOD.
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The gentle lapping of the waves as they slowly washed up on the beach, together with the gentle, rhythmic sound of the cicadas singing, lent a peaceful, relaxing atmosphere that reigned unperturbed over the island. From the vast and airy balcony of the manor house where you were currently standing, you had a wide view of the beach and the pier, paying no attention to the darkness that embraced everything; your eyes immediately adjusted to the few, warm and soft lights coming from both the small bonfires on the beach and the numerous candles in the tavern.
Everything around you was motionless and surrounded by shadows, were it not for numerous fireflies that seemed like quick flashes of light dancing, suspended in the air. Sitting on a large, comfortable chair you had managed to get outside, that sort of strange, rhythmic dance caught your attention for a while, distracting you.
After you had lost yourself in watching the pretty insects, you looked away and noticed that a sultry, warm breeze was shaking the tree branches, even causing the sails of the Jackdaw, anchored near the dock, to move slightly. You also noticed the sailors who, having finished their respective jobs on the ship, jumped off and made their way to the tavern... from which immediately arose light-hearted laughter, joyous singing - and even some light brawling, which the wind carried to your ears.
A bored sigh came out of your mouth, your patience running thin with each passing moment without Edward by your side. It was now an hour since Edward left you in the manor alone, saying he had to meet with one of the villagers down the beach to arrange a deal; he hadn't given you much information, leaving you only with a promise, saying he would be right back and you would spend the rest of the evening together, you in turn promising to stay there and wait for him...leaving a gentle kiss on your temple before disappearing into the darkness of the night, leaving you hopeful, waiting for him with such trepidation.
Trepidation that became anxiety, which faded into boredom and tiredness, thinking of the Captain's return while you were aimlessly watching the people far away from you in the distance.
Getting up from your chair, you turned your steps towards the balustrade and, leaning on it with your elbows, you began to look at the tavern and listen to the harmonious and cheerful sound of the songs that the sailors, together with the innkeepers, sang at the top of their voices. All that vitality, all that fun that was like an omniscient presence in the atmosphere of the island, only spurred you more and more to leave the manor and join in the commonl fun.
You looked over your shoulder, behind you, seeing the large chair you have been sitting on for almost a hour, pondering if to leave once for all and give in to your temptation, or if to keep on patiently waiting for Edward to come back, biting your lips at your indecision.
After all, you weren't going to be gone for long, you just wanted to relieve the boredom and waste some time, and you'd be back before he even returned. After all... if Edward hadn't returned until then, how could he ever return just when you weren't there? It really would have been a coincidence, wouldn't it?
And so, happily and firmly slapping the stone balaustra when you finally made up your mind, you swiftly jumped over the balcony, quickly walking down the cliff towards the dock, a satisfied little smile on your lips as the lights and the voices grew stronger and louder.
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"We like to sneak out without keeping our promise, eh, sly fox?" countless emotions and thoughts overpowered your mind and body as soon as you heard that all too familiar voice and mocking grin; the need - the urge to flee, to run away or even to throw yourself into the water violently seized you as soon as you saw Edward walking towards you.
It had been a while since you had finally arrived at the tavern, taking a seat not far from the counter, silently enjoying yourself amidst the laughter of the sailors and the melodious voices of some young women, singing accompanied by violins; some couples were dancing merrily among the tavern tables, their quick steps on the wooden planks echoing in the air. You watched and savoured everything attentively, and the anxiety of having to return to the manor before Edward, was now long gone.
But as soon as your eyes caught sight of a tall, blond figure walking slowly towards your table, a slight panic took hold of you: not so much that you could do anything though. What could you possibly have done? He had obviously already seen you, you could feel his piercing blue eyes in the distance; there was no reason to run away after all. Edward could be very magnanimous when he wanted to be... plus his laid back expression and his quiet footsteps put you more at ease.
And here he was, standing tall and proud before you in his usual attire, hood down resting on his shoulders as he was looking down at you, who held his inquisitive gaze, without breaking eye contact. His rhetorical question, said in such a mocking tone and him leaning in more towards you, made you feel slightly in awe.
The captain received only silence in response: you did not know what to say or what excuse to make up. But you knew that Edward was as magnanimous as he was cunning, and it was useless to lie to him as he would immediately discover your lies. In short, it wasn't worth it, and the only thing to do was to keep looking at him with a straight face.
"I was just coming back, it was just a matter of seconds," he continued in an upset tone, raising his eyebrow and pointing with a vague gesture of his hand to the cliff in the distance.
You became lightly shocked in hearing his almost disappointed words, rising one of your eyebrows in a questioning look. Were you wrong, or was he trying to give you the fault, as to excuse himself for his own wrongs? But as you looked in his eyes, you noticed cheekiness twinkling in the blue of them, also finally seeing his usual smug smirk plastered on his lips. He was just genuinely teasing you– as always, and you know he enjoyed seeing you flustered just for the fun of it.
And so, hit by realisation, you decided to play his game, straightening your back as you leaned forward towards him, hands playing with the flame of the candle on the table.
"Seconds which became minutes...and minutes which became a hour. You didn't keep your promise" you replied defiantly, mimicking his grin, stressing each one of your words, reminding him of his own broken promise.
Edward seemed to be taken aback at your biting words, at which he let out an amused little chuckle, lowering his head and shaking it as he clicked with his tongue.
"I was looking for you, but I see someone is so impatient" he uttered with a low voice, murmuring this near your ear when he leaned in down to your face, placing a hand on the back of the chair, his stubble slightly brushing on your cheek.
"I apologize, Kenway" you breathed out with just a low voice, reaching out with a hand towards his cheek, caressing it, then sliding it down to his jaw and chin, touching his strong neck before playing with his necklace, smelling humidity and salt on his tanned skin.
"There should be a Captain in there somewhere" Edward whispered back in a suggestive tone, his nose nudging your sweet spot near your ear, making you shiver; drawing him closer and closer to you with both you mannerisms and voice, for then placing both of your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you, laughing in seeing his astonished expression.
Continuing to laugh you nodded to him to go get something to drink at the counter, and he obeyed as he gave you a wink; returning to your table with two glasses of rum, he sat down opposite you, saying nothing as you both watched the people dance in front of you.
"So how did the meeting go?" you asked loudly enough so that you could be heard, as the violins and voices only increased as you drank some of your rum.
"Everything's already sorted out, we just need to discuss where to build the brothel" he explained as he vaguely gestured over the houses; as he kept talking about his business in the small village, he somehow and sometime got distracted by glancing his sailors with their companions, who kept on quickly dancing around the tables, sometimes even stumbling over your own.
"This place changed a lot. I really like the tavern and the people, and how lively the atmosphere is" you expressed your thoughts loudly, gazing all over you and bittersweetly grimacing at remembering how lame and miserable the village was when you and Edward firstly arrived here; smiling fondly in seeing how much Great Inagua changed thanks to Edward's efforts...and money. You knew– and understood the need of Edward to find a new place to call home: to feel like home. And you always have supported him however you could.
You wondered why he was not giving you an answer, and when you turned in his direction, you saw him shift his gaze from the dancing couples to you, and vice versa. Your eyes met, and somehow you immediately understood what he had in mind when he chugged down all the rum, for then slamming the empty glass on the table, some droplets flying around.
"Dance with me" he said from all of sudden with a decisive voice and firm expression, not giving you the time to realize what was about to happen: the Captain was already standing before you, towering over you. In the heat of the moment you didn't had time to properly think about his sudden proposal: but his outstretched arm, him offering you his opened hand and his encouraging and trustworthy smile made you immediately accept, throwing away any doubts or insecurities. After all, you decided to go to the tavern because you were bored and you wanted to have some fun. So why denying? Why denying a dance to your lover, who was so willingly and happily giving you his hand?
And so, widely smiling, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, letting him pull you up from the chair, grabbing your waist as you placed one hand on his broad shoulder, for then finally starting to dance.
It had been a while since you had danced with someone, in that carefree way, not particularly following the rhythm of the cheerful music, not feeling embarrassed when by accident and emotion both you and Edward stepped on each other's feet, laughing amused at your awkwardness. Stumbling and colliding with other couples, not stopping for a moment except to drink and kiss each other appassionately and hastily, tongue crashing, tasting the alcohol on each other's lips, keeping on dancing, breathless, body against body, feeling each other's fanning breaths on your sweaty necks.
Spinning around the tables and other people, dancing wildly and messily for all the night, the ashen light of the moon and the hundreds of stars which enchanted you when Edward knocked you backwards, only to pick you up again soon after; your neck exposed to him who, inches away from your chest and leaned down on you, left a searing kiss on it, feeling him smile against your skin.
Seeing your wheezes, your hearts beating wildly in your chests and your heads that were spinning both from the twirls and the alcohol, you both decided that it was enough for that night. All the sailors and the women were passed out, some on the damp wooden floors, some on the chairs and some even on the tables... and some vomiting as they looked out over the water.
You and your lover found shelter in a corner away from everyone, still near the tavern, not too far away not to hear a last tune that one of the few awaken sailors was singing alone. Edward was sitting on his chair, and you on his lap, head laying on his chest, smelling his natural perfume, delicately lulled both by his now calm heartbeat and by the crackling produced by the small waves who hit on the Jackdaw.
Just when you were about to fall asleep, eyes closed and snuggled so close to him, your hands clasped around the back of his neck, you heard him humming something under his breath:
"Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well, for her style and her beauty, sure none can excel..." smiling fondly when you recognized that he was softly singing along the lyrics of the song of the sailor.
"...there's a smile on her countenance as she sits on my knee" your smile only grew wider, your heart skipping a beat and shivering as he started to murmur the melody closer to your ear, his hands securely holding you.
"There's no men in this wide world as happy as me" he stopped to sing, falling silent and you bet that you could still hear his soothing voice lingering on the air and on the breeze.
"I didn't know you could sing so well" you joked in a sleepy voice, giggling amused when you felt his body shake for his chuckle.
"I used to sing a lot to myself while doing commissions around Bristol for my parents, when I was a boy, sweetheart" Edward answered as he played with a lace of your clothes, hearing a nostalgic veil covering his words, you humming as you tried to imagine his youth.
Silence returned to take hold of you both as you relaxed in each other's embrace,you giving one last glance at the tavern, at the people, at the village and at least, at the manor on top of the cliff
"Do you think this can feel like your new home?" you softly asked, almost scared of the answer he might would have given you when he didn't immediately answered you; pondering his words before your felt him placing his cheek on top of your head.
"Yes, it can" he whispered, feeling him squeeze your waists "with the right people"
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Something sweet
Plot: Prince Felix falls in love with his maid.
Warnings: Prince Felix, maid female named reader, detail smut, fluff, and angst. Medieval times. Valentine's special.
Day three- Something Sweet
@underworldnet
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Felix wakes up next to his maid who had come into his room last night and he automatically hugged her and held her closer, they had been friends since they were kids, she was also his personal maid as well which made things easier for them to be always with each other.
Eventually they both had fallen in love with each other which led to them sneaking around the castle together whenever they could.
"Felix?" Maya whispers sleepily as she also wakes up and sits up. Felix turns to her his hair in every direction and he whispers "Yes, my sweet one?"
Maya blushes from the nickname he gave her and she whispers "Are you okay? I felt you moving around alot." Felix bites his bottom lip and he whispers "I have a nightmare about us again." He leans forward and puts his face against her shoulder.
Maya wraps her arms around his waist gently and whispers softly "About your parents?" Felix nods against her shoulder and he whispers "Yes, but this time, they killed you by hanging you in public making me watch."
Maya nuzzles her nose against his jawline and she whispers "Felix, I know our romance is forbidden but I love you and if your parents do kill me. I'll be okay with it because I have your love and that's more important to me than anything else."
Felix tears up aas he holds her close nuzzling her gently as his tears roll down his face, he whispers "I can't live without you though you're my something sweet." Maya tears up and starts to cry as she wipes his tears away and she whispers "Oh Felix, you're my something sweet too."
Smut down below:
Felix gently pushes his head against hers and then pushes his body against hers, pushing her back onto the bed as he hovers over her naked body, getting comfortable between her legs.
"Felix?" Maya whispers softly which causes Felix to look into her eyes with hooded eyes and he leans down, his nose touching hers and he whispers "I'm going to make love to you, my sweet something."
Maya tears up from the overwhelming feeling the love she was receiving from Felix, she kisses the tip of his nose as she watches Felix grab his cock with the hand that's covered in rings before he nuzzles his cock between her wet folds and pushes into her entrance causing her breath to hitch and whimper in pleasure.
Felix moans as he starts to thrust in and out of her entrance and he whispers softly in her ear "You okay, my sweet?" Maya moans as she feels his cock thrusting in and out her, the slapping of skin filling the room along with pants.
"I'm okay, oh Felix~" Maya moans as she grips Felix's nape hair as Felix wraps his arms around as he picks up his thrusting, he was going so fast and hard that the bed started to rock with him.
"Ah, fuck." Felix whispers as he kisses her lips gently holding her close nuzzling her gently as he cums inside of her deeply.
Maya whimpers and shakes as she cums around Felix's cock holding onto him, after a few minutes of hovering Felix lays down on Maya's and kisses her face before whispering "My something sweet."
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Out
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Title: Out.
Fandom: Marvel, Fantastic four.
Ship: Johnny Storm X Reader.
Word count: 177 words.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: You won’t forgive Johnny.
Major Tags: Break up.
Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 5:
"Fuck you.”
You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.
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You went into what would soon no longer be a shared flat. You started looking for boxes, but suddenly you decided that you wouldn't give him the boxes; you would just use them to store the stuff and then carry them to the window to throw them out and let that idiot pick them up off the street if someone hadn't already taken them.
Not because you wanted to give him his stuff, but because you needed to humiliate him, and of course something like that would do it.
"Come on, Y/N, we can talk; just stop," Johnny said as he tried to catch all his things and put them together while you continued to get rid of them.
"Fuck you, Storm," you said, closing the window.
You weren't going to spare him; you'd already spoken to the locksmith; even if you couldn't get the key back, you'd make sure he couldn't get back in; and if he insisted, you'd pour buckets of cold water on him; you'd already prepared them and had them at strategic points.
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frenchiefitzhere · 2 months
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Such a tease, that dragon woman...
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pumpkincarriage3 · 1 year
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A Fluttering Annoyance | Leona Kingscholar X Reader (Valentine's Special)
Prompt: "I think I've fallen in love with my self-professed mortal enemy."
Synopsis: Leona hated his attendant. They were always buzzing around, making a nuisance of themselves, and sticking their nose where it didn't belong. Leona hated them. But with that said, Leona was also the only one who got to tell them off.
Extra: The reader is not Yuu (They are implied to be a bird beastmen, but you can ignore it.). The Reader is also gender-neutral in this. They start off as children.
Leona watched in a mild feeling of horror as he came to a dawning realization upon looking at the child before him. Kifaji's cousin's child they had said. Someone that was set to become his retainer. Kifaji himself was bad enough, but now he had to deal with his relative? Leona knew that this kid was going to be his mortal enemy. His worst nightmare.
Leona didn't even know why they bothered with giving him a retainer, seeing as he was only the second prince anyway. He would never amount to anything, but here he was. With a too-straight-laced child staring at him with a much too serious look.
"I'll be at your service, Prince Leona." They practically chirped. Leona didn't say anything, until he was nudged by his older brother forward.
"Just try not to make my life difficult." Was all Leona said on the matter. His brother look disappointed, but Leona couldn't find it in him to care. Instead wondering when this meeting would be over with.
In the end, Leona's retainer did nothing but make his life more difficult. Not heeding to his one request. But what was he expecting. For someone to actually listen to him, the second prince? They were always nagging him. And when they were around, he could never manage to get any sleep.
"Prince Leona, it is time for your morning lessons." (Y/n) declared, ripping the blankets right off of him. Leona growled at them, but all they did was give him a blank look in response. Not at all caring that a predator was in front of them. The fact that Leona couldn't even manage to ruffle their feathers slightly always put a sour mood in his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm up, I'm up." Leona huffed, sitting up. Glancing towards his door, Leona noticed some of the palace staff cowering. He thought it was odd that they decided to send in the baby bird. Turns out, they're all just a bunch of cowards.
Though (Y/n) was far from cowardly. Walking around the room, as if they owned the place. Pulling out Leona's clothes for the day and plopping them on the table.
"I expect to see you in the dining hall in half an hour. And in your morning lessons an hour from that. Prince Leona." They stated, walking out probably just as quietly as they came. Not at all worried that Leona may retaliate. Leona gritted his teeth, not being able to stand being called 'Prince'. For it was just a reminder of when he was born and who he was born after.
His new retainer's meddling didn't just stop at waking him up either. They also didn't seem to have a problem bossing around and nagging the rest of the palace staff. So, Leona supposes he isn't special in that regard.
"Crown Prince Falena is such a bright and cheerful young man. I don't understand why his younger brother has to be so moody all the time." One of the palace workers whispered to another worker beside her.
"And he possesses such a terrifying power! Imagine being able to turn anything to sand!" The other whispered back in agreement.
"Both of you, cease this conversation right now! What if someone overhears you?!" Leona scowled at those words, choosing to hang back and not intervene. Not saying anything. If he did say anything, it would just end up being the moody second born being dramatic over nothing.
"Oh? So if someone didn't have the chance to overhear, it would be fine to say anything then?" A familiar voice called out in a cold tone. Leona peaked his head out to see his annoying little retainer that was always fluttering around glaring at the palace staff.
"It's true isn't it? You should know that better than anyone else here, (Y/n)!" The first voice retorted, but (Y/n)'s expression didn't change. They never flinched, still looking just as cold as before.
"I think if you are such a coward that you must whisper between one another like a bunch of rats, you deserved to be turned into sand." (Y/n) snapped. Not at all caring when the other palace workers flinched back from them. "Learn to hold your tongue and acquire some manners. Second born or not, Prince Leona is still just that. A Prince. And you will treat him as such befitting his station. If I ever hear you all saying such words again, if you even imply it, I will have you thrown out of these walls myself!"
Leona remained silent. Not getting involved. If anything he found it to be a bother. The rumors would probably get worse. Only now it would probably turn into the moody second born prince and his tyrant of a retainer that's let the power go to their head. Leona sighed to himself, not wanting to deal with the oncoming headache that he knew was coming. Instead choosing to walk away from the situation entirely.
And (Y/n)'s nagging didn't just stop there. They even pestered him about something as small as the things he ate.
"Prince Leona, you still have food on your plate." (Y/n) pointed out, pointing towards the vegetables that Leona had intentionally avoided eating. He was a carnivore, not a herbivore.
"I don't like it. So I'm not going to eat it." Was Leona's firm reply. He smirked once he saw how (Y/n) puffed up in annoyance. Seems he's finally found the right buttons to push.
"Vegetables are important to a healthy and nutritious diet. You can't just refuse to eat it, Prince Leona." (Y/n) all but demanded, waving their hands around in a way that was most familiar. Something they did when they got particularly animated while talking.
"Hah? Aren't you the one always telling others to respect my station? And yet you have the gall to made demands of me?" Leona retorted, in a tone that was almost teasing. (Y/n) began to shake. Not from fear like the other palace workers. But instead from annoyance.
"No, I'm not making any demands Prince Leona. However, I highly advise you eat the rest of the food on your plate." (Y/n) affirmed not backing down, even having the courage to push his plate even closer to him.
"You said it yourself. You're not making any demands of me. So I, the second born Prince, am choosing to ignore your suggestion." Leona pushed the plate away from himself, standing up and began walking away. His tail swishing behind him in a way that he knew would only set off (Y/n) more.
Hilariously enough, the very next day, they barged into his room with a thirty-page report on vegetables and their nutritional value and why it was important to eat them and the determents to not eating them. Leona laughed and laughed and laughed at the report. He didn't think he had gotten under their tail feathers that much.
"What's this baby bird, still pouting over yesterday?" Leona teased, waving the report around. Still laughing as if it was the first time he had laughed in his entire lifetime.
"I am not pouting! And this is not a laughing matter. You must take this seriously, Prince Leona!" (Y/n) demanded, their words not having any real bite to them. "Not eating your greens can increase your risk of chronic disease, possible bowl troubles, nutrient deficiencies, among other things!"
(Y/n) was incredibly passionate in the way that they spoke, but Leona couldn't bring himself to take them seriously. And surprisingly, he couldn't even find himself being annoyed with their actions. Instead laughing at the sheer amount of gall that his too-straight-laced retainer always seemed to show.
"And is that an order, baby bird?" Leona taunted with a grin on his face, swiping at them with his tail. (Y/n) sputtered, swatting his tail away, and giving him a look that Leona found as about intimidating as a kitten.
"It is not an order, Prince Leona! It is just a highly advisable suggestion!!" (Y/n) deflected.
"Then I'm choosing to ignore your suggestion!" Leona countered. (Y/n) squawked in annoyance, stopping out of the room. Not being able to stay in the same room as the prince that kept laughing at their pitiful attempts for negotiation.
From there on out, Leona would find post-it-notes all over the place. Always listing dietary reasons as to why it was important to eat vegetables, all written in (Y/n)'s penmanship. Words that never failed to bring a smile to Leona's face, completely failing at their chosen directive.
(Y/n)'s overexuberance didn't stop there. It was like Leona could never get a moment for himself. For anywhere he went, they always managed to track him down.
"Prince Leona, what is it that you're doing all the way out here? Do you even recall what time it is currently?" (Y/n)'s voice tittered. Leona opened his eyes, coming into contact with a pair of sharp (e/c) ones. Leona sighed to himself, not bothering to get up from his spot.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a nap." Came Leona's affronted reply.
"At least do it within the palace walls. Not outside Prince Leona. This is hardly dignified." (Y/n) lectured, and Leona couldn't help the shot of anger and annoyance even if he wanted to.
"What? Am I not princely enough for you? Sorry, but you'll have to seek my brother out for that one. Or should I say kingly enough in that case?" Leona snapped. (Y/n)'s eyes widened before their lips set into a firm line. But in the end, they didn't say anything. Instead, stomping back into the palace.
Leona ignored the part of himself that wanted them to stay. They were just an annoying baby bird that was always fluttering around him after all, he should be happy that their finally gone. Just like everyone else.
But in the end, and Leona really should have expected this, they continued to defy his expectations. Instead coming back outside with an arm full of books, plopping themselves beside Leona and opening a book to read.
"What are you doing?' Leona asked, curious despite himself.
"Well, someone has to look out for you. As you seem to so often forget, you are a Prince of this country. Leaving you on your own simply isn't an option." (Y/n) huffed, rolling their eyes at him. 
"I don't need any protection. Especially not from you." Leona all but growled. But (Y/n) wasn't intimidated, they never were. And Leona was beginning to think they never will be.
"Of course not, Prince Leona. But it is time for you lessons, and as you have seen fit to skip those very same lessons to come out here and nap, I will read them to you." (Y/n) decided all on their own. Leona had come out here to skip those very same lessons, already knowing everything.
"The point of coming out here was to get some peace and quiet. If you expect me to engage in your little mock lesson, you're sorely mistaken." Leona firmly stated, rolling over to continue his original endeavor. Not even wanting the possibility of looking at (Y/n).
"I never asked you to, Prince Leona." Came (Y/n)'s oh so antagonizing reply, before they began to read off some of the most boring information they possibly could. Against his will, their voice seemed to soothe him to sleep. Coaxing him into a peaceful slumber that he hadn't been able to achieve in a long while. Damn song bird.
He can't believe he's fallen for a tittering little brat.
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Of Two Worlds Valentine's Day Special 2023
Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader
            “And there was a nice young lady at the jewelers, she loved my blindfold, and I’ve been flirting with her for a month so I’ll probably get chocolate from her, and then there’s the guy at the tailor, and then there’s the—” On and on Gojo went, raving about all the gifts and sweets people were going to give him on Valentine’s Day because he’s handsome, kind, gentlemanly, blablabla (only one of those was objectively true).
            Nobara tsked. “You’d think he’d shut up after a while.”
            “He’s too full of himself to do that,” said Maki, crossing her arms in annoyance.
            “—Oh, and I love those little hearts that say ‘you’re sweet’ and ‘be my valentine,’ so I’m hoping I get some of those—” Gojo’s tirade continued unimpeded.
            “Tunamayo,” said Inumaki with a deadpan look.
            Panda nodded. “Like a puffed-up bird,” he agreed.
            “What is Valentine’s Day?” asked (Y/N). The others turned to her. “I never saw people celebrate it growing up here.”
            “It’s an American holiday that’s growing in popularity,” said Maki.
            “You give chocolate and cards and sweets to someone you care about,” explained Itadori.
            “Oh,” said (Y/N). “Are we celebrating?”
            Nobara turned a little red. “I’m not sure. It depends on if people give each other gifts or not.”
            (Y/N) nodded. Gifts to someone I care about…Like Megumi?
            As if he heard her, Megumi walked into the room and saw (Y/N)’s face. It seemed neutral to others, but Megumi saw that it was (Y/N)’s expression of “enlightenment.” She often looked like that after he explained how she was supposed to react or interact with people. However… “You guys didn’t confuse her, did you?”
            “No, we were just explaining Valentine’s Day,” said Itadori. He pouted. “Do you think so little of us?”
            “Yes,” said Megumi. He looked at (Y/N), who looked deep in thought. He had a suspicion that something in their explanation would be misconstrued by (Y/N).
            “I’m sure (L/N) understood,” said Nobara confidently. “We explained why you give gifts and everything!”
            “I understand,” said (Y/N), nodding.
            Well, it’s not like anything can go wrong with Valentine’s Day, thought Megumi. Still, he leveled a glare at Nobara and Itadori just in case they did confuse (Y/N).
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            “I shouldn’t be nervous! I’m pretty and strong!” said Nobara, pacing back and forth and holding a card and chocolate to her chest.
            “You’ll be fine,” said Itadori, smiling.
            “You need to stop overthinking this,” said Megumi.
            “I know! I just—” Nobara fell quiet as she saw (Y/N) walk in, her hands behind her back.
            She cleared her throat and extended a small box of chocolates out to Megumi. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly.
            Megumi froze, and a blush bloomed on his cheeks. Nobara and Itadori’s eyes widened.
            “Go, go, go,” whispered Nobara to Itadori, pushing him out of the room to give Megumi and (Y/N) a moment. (Obviously, they would circle back in a few moments and see what was happening, but that was for later)
            (Y/N) furrowed her brow at Megumi’s reaction. “Did I do it wrong?”
            “Yes—No—I, mean—” Megumi stuttered as he blushed. “This is…unexpected, that’s all.”
            “Why? They said that I’m supposed to give gifts to someone I care about, and you’re my friend,” said (Y/N), cocking her head in confusion.
            Megumi took a deep breath and composed himself, the blush still bright on his cheeks. “Itadori and Kugisaki, they meant-they meant someone you love r-romantically,” he explained.
            “Oh.” (Y/N) blinked and turned a light pink. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
            “It’s okay. It’s Kugisaki and Itadori’s fault,” said Megumi, sighing.
            “Do you not want the chocolates?” asked (Y/N), staring at the package in her hand.
            “I won’t reject a gift from you,” said Megumi, smiling. “But, uh—” he looked away nervously “—would you like to share with me?”
            (Y/N) brightened. “You want to?”
            Megumi nodded. “Yeah.”
            “That’s good because they look good. I like sweets,” said (Y/N), sitting down on a small sofa. Megumi joined her as she opened the package. “Do you want dark, white, or milk?”
            “What do you like?” asked Megumi.
            “I like milk chocolate,” said (Y/N).
            Megumi took out the milk chocolate and handed it to them. “There. I like dark anyway.”
            They sat side-by-side as they quietly ate their sweets. Finally, (Y/N) broke the silence and said, “Thank you for not making this…awkward. I didn’t know Valentine’s Day was supposed to be romantic.”
            “It’s okay. I should have known Itadori and Kugisaki would mess something up,” said Megumi. He smiled at (Y/N). “And we can still give each other gifts in the future. If you’d like that, that is.”
            (Y/N) smiled shyly. “I would.”
            “Ok, then,” said Megumi. “And thank you, for the gift. I was just surprised.”
            “You’re my best friend. I care about you more than anyone else,” said (Y/N), looking down at their hands. “I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want to give a gift to.”
            Megumi wasn’t sure what to say. His heart fluttered at (Y/N)’s words. She was always honest, so he didn’t doubt her words, and because of that, he was honored that (Y/N) thought so highly of him. He liked her. To hear her care about him made him incredibly happy, and he wanted to show that he cared for her, too.
            “There’s no one else I’d rather spend the day with,” responded Megumi. Allowing himself to be daring, he reached out and squeezed her hand through her glove. (Y/N) tensed for a moment, unused to the touch, before she relaxed and squeezed back hesitantly.
            Neither had to speak. Sitting side-by-side, together, hands entwined, was enough.
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¡Hi, I read your post about the Valentine's event and I was wondering if I could ask for an interaction with dottore, please surprise me!
And Happy Valentine's Day! ♡
Hi! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy it! Happy Valentine's Day to you too!
Link to the event here
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Knock, knock, knock
You've got a visitor!
Upon opening your room door, you come face to face with Dottore
He smiles at you and leans against your door frame.
"Good morning, darling. Would you care to join me for today? I have things planned for us. Starting with a breakfast I prepared personally for the both of us."
Dottore asks, then explains as he shrugs casually, and that is when you noticed that he has his apron on, and his sleeves are rolled to his elbows.
Rather attractive, you thought to yourself.
"Sure. I'd love to. Not like you'd let me skip out anyway."
You chuckle as Dottore smirked at you, moving his hand to his hair and pushing it back, out of his face.
"Of course not. It's Valentine's Day. I want to spoil my precious partner. You deserve it."
Dottore said, smirking at first, then it melted into a genuine smile.
"Come on. Get ready. I promise today will be enjoyable for you. I'll be waiting, my darling."
Dottore said, moving out of the way for you to close the door and get ready.
While you were getting ready, he began setting the table for you both to have breakfast together.
After you had gotten ready and arrived for breakfast, Dottore pulled out a chair for you to sit on and kissed your forehead.
Thus began his plans for you both for Valentine's Day.
It started with breakfast, him being rather sweet as you two chatted about anything that had come to mind.
Once breakfast was over and the dishes were washed and dried, Dottore offered you his arm with a teasing smile.
"Ready to go on our little adventure?"
He asked, and once you took your arm and nodded, he set off with you.
For the entire day, Dottore was taking you to places that was special for both of you in your relationship.
The place you two met for the first time, the place you first had your first confession, the place for the first date, and so on.
Along the way, he made sure to pick up plenty of little gifts for you. Smiling at you with such love that nobody would guess he was a Fatui Harbinger.
At the final destination of your date, the sun had already began to set, and Dottore got onto his knees.
"Dottore, what are you doing?"
You asked, looking down at him with confusion as he pulled out a flower for you.
"I've made a flower for you. It lives forever, and therefore symbolises my love for you."
He explained as you carefully took the flower from his hand, smiling as you helped him stand up once again.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Dottore said, gently hugging you before glancing at your lips, silently asking permission to kiss you.
And with a nod of your head, giving him the permission he needed, he gently captured your lips in his
Giving you a loving kiss in front of the setting sun.
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extra-v1rgin · 1 year
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‘cause it’s the prettiest night
Aki x reader • Sfw • 5.1k
Aki gets drunk, you take him home
Cw/Tw • Consumption of Alcohol, Himeno being Himeno
Through the grapevine you hear about the shit show that was division 4’s encounter with the eternity devil. The rumors of the event encourage you to be happy that you got stuck doing busywork and filling out all kinds of forms. It means that the paperwork filled out that will tell you the full story will find itself in your office, even if it won’t make it’s way to your desk for another few weeks. For now you settle for listening to the jokes cracked in the break room about the new recruits flowing in and the never-ending hotel floor.
Its the time of year where more workers flow in, high-school graduates looking for a paycheck or committed workers finally done with training. The dark truth is that most won’t last a month, either quitting or dying.
Until then the suggestion of a proper, cheesy get-to-know-you, meeting floats in. You don’t know if upper management is behind it, but these sorts of events tend to be ushered in yearly. A few times in between you might venture out with one or two of the others you like enough to bother getting to know.
A date is picked, just another week out. You skipped the one a few months back (because Aki wasn’t going either) because you were swamped with paperwork. You’re busy enough even now, that you don’t quite manage to figure out if Aki is going this time either. Drinks alone aren’t alluring enough to coax you to the restaurant, but you are intrigued to find out if any other fiends show up.
There’s talk of a hybrid too, a devilman. Something not entirely anything at once. It sounds more interesting than the normal rumors that float through the cubicles.
When the official invite is whispered through the walls you offer a hesitant acceptance.
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The first few minutes are always the worst. You don’t know why you don’t just start showing up late, but the impact of being one of the first there is too enticing. So you show up, hide in your car until someone recognizable enters, then claim whichever seat you find most appealing that night. Inevitably reoccurring coworkers file into the same kind of position around you, no matter which seat you choose.
It’s followed by awkward and stilted conversations with whoever else is present at first (usually Madoka, who is stiff and unwelcoming). The atmosphere never quite grows thick enough to deter you from your timely habits. It dissipates soon enough once a few others make it through the door. A few minutes of chewing your tongue is worth it.
The chatter gets gradually louder while you fight over the food and pay. Whichever poor waiter has come to serve you listens to the long list of platters everyone calls for depending on whatever their personal taste is.
Aki shows up right on time. He always is there promptly at 7, only late once. You made sure to tease him for weeks after.
Others stare at the fiend and hybrid that stroll in behind, you’re attention is solely on Hayakawa.
He looks the same he as he always does. You’re wearing more lax clothes, black tie swapped out for something colorful, suit jacket left behind. Aki is still, completely dressed up in his work uniform.
When he tries to walk past you drag him down to sit down beside you. “Where else were you gonna sit? Nobody else is gonna tolerate your presence.”
The man scoffs, even as he settles down. “I think you have it the wrong way around.” He surveys the food spread across the table, piling his plate with whatever he finds savory enough. Aki looks over to your tray, stealing the beer in front of you.
You don’t often drink, especially not beer. As much as you try, the sour taste never gets any easier on you. On occasions like this you might manage a drink or two just for the social environment. Mostly you’ll hide your distaste behind polite smiles.
“You should ask before taking others’ things.” Your complaint is flimsy, he knows well enough about your distaste.
He frowns and takes a sip of your drink. While you watch the amber flow down his throat you turn your attention to his charges for a brief moment.
It’s clear why Aki needs a drink. Power, the fiend you’ve vaguely heard about, has claimed several trays of karrage for herself. She eats the chicken nearly whole, gnawing at the bones. Someone tries to steal a drumstick for themselves and nearly gets a few fingers bit off.
Denji seems calmer only by the smallest amount. He has gathered up just as much food for himself, but isn’t as aggressive at protecting it. You’re still careful to nab stuff when he isn’t looking, but not scared enough to stop stealing it.
When you glance back over at him the glass mug is already empty. You’re already in the process of waiving a waiter down and ordering a few drinks when Himeno walks in.
Even though you’ve filled your stomach with warm food and drink a sour taste creeps up the back of your throat. Himeno always shows up to these things. Any excuse to drink you suppose. The thought brings a sly smile to your face, as rude as it is.
She sits right across from Aki, leans over to grab a drink and down it. He gives a soft grin in return, and you try not to outwardly grimace.
Your distaste for the woman is not the biggest secret out there, but you’re mature enough not to start a war with her. It’s tempting to scoff at her borderline alcoholic tendencies and crass mouth. Once she’s had a few drinks it only gets worse, more extreme.
For the second act of the night you’re stuck watching Himeno down glass after glass while she holds Aki’s attention. Even after years of knowing the man you still can’t figure out what he wants from her. The woman isn’t shy, he would have to be blind to miss her interest. There has to be a reason that he hasn’t acted on any feelings, feelings that he hopefully doesn’t have in the first place.
While Himeno tells vulgar stories, you turn your attention elsewhere. It’s easy to listen to what others say as you pick at your food. Conversation flows easily when there’s a few different topics bouncing around the table. The only taboo subject is work, after Fushi lamented the loss of his new buddy. Being paired up with a devil is annoying, but they’re much less susceptible to death.
When Makima enters things quiet down for a moment. She looks formidable. There’s a regal elegance that draws your eyes across her figure and towards her face. The red and orange eye that survey the restaurant are hypnotizing.
She sits at the head of the table. Aki and Himeno break away from whatever world they were trapped in to stare at her, as does everyone else. Even once the chatter begins again it’s slow and hushed. Every time Makima adds something to the conversation it grows still again.
When they begin to drink you give up focusing on whatever the rest are talking about. Piles of glasses begin to take over the table.
Aki is beautiful beside you. There’s always beauty in being able to see the small new pieces of him. As each round of beer is served to the trio he cheeks grow redder. When he downs the glasses foam builds up around his lips, a few stray drops of alcohol crawling down his neck. It inches down before soaking into his collar, still done up stiffly.
Makima drinks in slow but large gulps. Nothing escapes past her mouth. She leaves no lipstick marks against the glass, though her lips are an unnatural ruby red. There’s a vague pinkness on her cheeks. It’s hard to tell if it was there before.
Himeno is clearly the looser so far. Her tie sits in her lap, collar undone a few buttons down. It’s a pretty typical sight, the only surprise comes from the fact that she still hasn’t built up more tolerance.
All the glasses begin to spread over more and more of the table. Nobody is watching the trio quite as closely as you are, though it’s the most interesting thing happening. Even Denji seems vaguely intrigued even when his chin is still sticky with vomit. You catch him trying a few drops lingering to the sides of the mugs. His sour face is reminiscent of you own whenever you drink.
Aki and Himeno keep downing drinks. They both have some hidden determination, clear in Aki’s focused eyes. Overtime they grow hazy until he’s completely out of it, drooling on the table. The uniform suit jacket is finally shrugged off, as he folds it up to rest his head on.
Himeno hasn’t given up just yet. She probably won’t stop until she vomits in another person’s mouth, if anyone will get that close to her. Your focus has remained on Aki, and now that he’s retired your interest in their drinking game has dissipated.
Only one blue eye stares up in your direction. His other is shut tight, cheek pressing against the smooth table. The pupil is so dilated that the crystal circle of color around it is barely visible. You blow stray hairs out from his face, forcing his bangs apart.
Leaning down you murmur against his ear, “Aki-kun, how drunk are you? Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?” You wave three fingers right in front of his eye.
He peels his hand out from where it’s pinned underneath your shoulder, to bat yours away. “Fuckin’ annoying.” The man speaks around his slow tongue in a clumsy way. It pries a quick laugh from your mouth.
The corners of his lips twitch in a way that suggests a smile. It’s not quite committed to the action, but with how much Aki’s face is set a perfect grimace his smile muscles might have atrophied. Either way you’re glad to see him have just a glimpse of joy.
Fushi leans over your way, an offer of shirtama on a plate extended over to you. “Are you gonna take Hayakawa-san home?”
His friendly grin doesn’t look sly, or suggest any amount of knowing.
“Oh! I didn’t plan on it, but I guess he’ll need one now.” The half-truth slips from your teeth easily. The restaurant, the same one you always meet at for company gatherings, is only a block or two from the nearest train stop. It’s warm enough that you could’ve taken the train and walked here comfortably. Regardless you drive your car, an old piece of shit, every single time.
Mostly it ends with you dragging whichever one of your coworkers has gotten drunk enough to need the help. Usually it’s Himeno, much to your chagrin, though occasionally she’s sober enough to make the short walk home. You’ve also shuffled a good amount of senior hunters into your car, which occasionally means you get an extra bonus if anyone is sober enough to remember. It’s never Aki. He typically drinks only two or three beers throughout the entire night. Other than a slight drag at the end of his words, he always seems sober.
You’ve been waiting for this day for a long long time.
It sounds creepy when you say it like that. There’s no better way to put it. You drag out your shitty car, pay for too expensive gas, and take home coworkers you barely know, for the hope that instead Aki will be curled up in your passenger seat. It’s begging for a scrap of his attention that you’re so rarely rewarded with.
One in a million chance, and you’ve won the lottery.
Fushi leans a little closer. Your eyes focus again. “You’re always the designated driver.” There’s maybe a little bit of a tease in his voice, a little bit of a question.
“Sorry, but I haven’t been able to convince myself that beer tastes good yet.” That part is the full truth. Getting drunk off vodka or tequila is a few quick shots, beer is slow and leaves shit on your tongue.
He laughs and pulls away again, turning to chat with the other’s.
Your gaze turns back to Aki. His eyes are barely open, thick downward swooping lashes hiding the slivers of his pupils that are visible. “Do you want to go home yet?” Your voice is gentle against his ear. You murmur right up to it, needing to be heard over the chatter.
“Yer fine to go whenev’r.” A slight country boy accent flows in. You know he used to live in a secluded area out west before the gun devil attacked. The tone has crept in before, usually when he’s tired or looses his temper enough to let his poise slip.
“Well ‘yer’ joinin’ me, so don’t fall asleep before then.” Moisture from his breath lingers on your throat. It’s not close enough to brush up against his nose, but you can feel the distance.
He grins sharply. “Don’t make fun.” The man could tear out your jugular.
You jerk back a little. “Alright cowboy.” A small bubble of laughter pops in the back of your throat. Aki rolls his eyes and shoves his face back in between his arms.
You let him have peace for a few more minutes. People are still eager to chatter. Makima has long since stopped drinking, but Himeno is gulping down another still. Power has devoured an entire chicken farm with how much karaage she’s eaten. The fiend has finally settled down, curled up and clutching her bloated stomach. It’s rare to see her face repercussions for the gluttony she so often displays.
Denji is curled up in the corner still. Drunk Himeno is often a menace to anyone nearby, but even a vomit filled kiss is a little much for her. You remember how she had looked when the boy introduced himself, announced how young he was. It’s another item on a long list of reasons why you hate her. Even without the beer there’s a bitter taste on your tongue.
You approach him in the corner like a wounded animal. He looks up with hazy eyes and heavy weight on his shoulders. “Do you want me to take you guys back now Denji-kun?” You’re surprised by how pudgy his face is. It’s your first good look. The tips of your toes rise up to nudge his knee.
“How come you’re drivin’?” When he looks up you can see sticky remains of sick on his chin.
You try not to let your tone grow too tender. It’s easy to remember how queasy adults made you when they fixed you with that sad smile and sweet sayings. “Your buddy can barely walk right now, so I’m taking over. Unless you want to drag him and Power-chan back.”
Denji’s wide eyes make him look younger as he shakes his head. “We can go now. These guys are lame anyways.” A hint of a grin pulls at the edge of his lips. It’s reassuring that he isn’t completely down.
“Do you know how to unlock a car?” You dangle your keys in front of his face. “It’s not fancy like Aki-kun’s, you’ll have to do it manually.”
He jumps up like an eager dog to grab the metal ring you keep everything on. “Don’t try anything,” you warn. It’d be impressive if Denji got the thing to start in the first place, he might earn a joyride if he succeeds and any attempts. “It’s way in the back. Whichever car looks the worst is probably mine.”
The boy snatches your keys, and saunters out the door. You’re surprised nobody pays much attention to his exit.
Coercing Power out the door is much more difficult. Though she complains of stomach pains and clutches her middle, the fiend is still licking chicken bones, gnawing off a few pieces of a meat still stuck to them.
“We’re leaving.” You nudge her horns with your feet.
She blinks hazily and pulls herself upwards. “Says who? I haven’t commanded it yet!” Power waves a wet bone in your direction.
“Don’t you want to go home?”
The fiend gasps. “How dare you assume that! Tis my own mind that I know best.” You don’t know if fiends can get drunk, but there’s a wildness in her eye.
Madoka pushes his glasses up and gives you a serious look. “You gotta use reverse psychology. It’s like talking to a toddler.” He speaks like Power isn’t there, though she does ignore is words. “Watch this.”
He turns to the fiend. “Power-san, I’m surprised you’re still here. Usually the superior is the one who goes home first.”
She picks her head up. “Huh?! Why didn’t the other human say that? I shall not let you trick me!” The girl stands up and is out the door before you can point her in the right direction.
Madoka, as stiff as ever, leans back and lifts his drink back up.
Your smile breaks out slightly wider on your face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
You stumble backwards and fall into your seat again besides Aki. His face is plunged into his arms again. When you scratch the back of his head he doesn’t stir at all.
“Aki-kun,” you singsong in his ear. “Get up.” You poke into his skin harder.
The face that greets you is still as cute as ever. There’s a streak of drool across his cheek. Aki’s bangs are more uneven than usual, sticking up and out in odd places.
“We’re leaving,” you inform him. It looks like he hasn’t absorbed the information quite yet, but you’re already folding his jacket over your shoulder and tugging him up by his sleeves. Slowly the man stands up, knees shaking. He puts most of his weight on you, but you still manage to make a quick exit. You stop for only a brief moment to thank Makima, who offered to cover the cost for tonights meal as well as the drinks. Most devil hunters are compensated well for their work, but the amount of beers Aki downed would’ve burned a hole in his pocket. She waves off the appreciation and says, “Goodnight.”
When you’re no longer protected by the warmth of close company and insulated walls Aki shivers. You sling his jacket back around his arms, careful to make sure it doesn’t slip down. If you’re lucky the car will be a few degrees warmer than the outside air. It’s likely the damn thing won’t warm up fully until you’ve arrived back at Aki’s place.
Denji is curled up in the back, car already started and huffing out carbon monoxide. Power is sitting next to him, feet kicking the passenger’s seat. You dump Aki into the front, rubbing your shoulders. Later you’ll fax him the receipt for your chiropractor appointment.
Even drunk and mostly asleep he tugs the seatbelt on.
You run around to the drivers seat. As you pull open the door you can spot a few new scratches along the keyhole. When you slide into your seat you do your best to glare at Denji through the rearview mirror. He doesn’t catch the feeling of your eyes burning holes into his head.
Shifting your gaze to what’s actually behind you, you pull out slowly. Despite the fact that you’re used to dragging coworkers home, you don’t have the best track record when it comes to driving. Your car insurance rates are through the roof, only affordable because you don’t have to pay for any other kind of coverage.
You drive home painfully slow. Normally you’re a bit reckless, even when you’re sober as a stone. The fast nature of Tokyo’s roads encourages you to push through yellow lights and drift around the corners. The first time Aki sat in your passenger seat he looked like he was going to throw up.
Though you still break too roughly and completely miss a stop sign he doesn’t stir. The entire car is strangely quiet other than the squeaking of Power kicking the back of Aki’s seat. Some older song crawls out of your stereo, full of static. The words are unfamiliar, but you can follow the tune.
Aki’s apartment doesn’t have assigned parking, something you’re thankful for. There’s a small gap right near the front that you can squeeze into. You’ll probably scrape against one of the cars on the way out, but you can’t drag the trio all the way across the concrete.
Power springs out easily, racing through the doors and all the way upwards. Denji and Aki both take a bit of prompting, but you manage to coax them out of the car. The boy is stable enough despite his clear exhaustion. Aki sways on his feet. It’s been nowhere near long enough for him to have sobered up, but you wish he had. When the man leans over your head his hands trace your waist.
The night air tickles your nose and fingers. Beside his body there’s pockets of heat that you hide within. Both the teens have charged forward, leaving you with silence. Aki occasionally murmurs something aloud, always too slurred and quiet to understand.
“Thank ya, for takin’ us back,” he finally gets the words out. As he says them his cheek nudges against yours, mouth right against your ear. Your stomach flips several times over, you feel drunk yourself.
Aki’s house is dark. You can hear water running in the bathroom, and see light peeking through another one of the doors. You don’t know who is where, but that doesn’t matter at the moment. Aki’s room is the 2nd door on the left.
It’s neat inside. The bed is made. Pajamas sit folded at the edge. You’re glad you won’t have to ruffle through his drawers, a bit disappointed too. The man pulls away from your side to curl up in bed.
“Don’t sleep yet, I haven’t even taken your shoes off.” You haven’t taken your own either. He’d yell at you if he was sober. If he finds your footprints in the carpet tomorrow you’ll get a late scolding.
Aki mumbles something unintelligible. His loafers are stubborn. The man double knots the laces and no matter how much you tug they don’t come loose. The strings are pulled tight enough that you can’t slip the shoes off without undoing them.
Suddenly he leans forward until his head hangs over your own. “Ya gotta pull here.” Aki tugs at a small little loop at the side and the whole thing unravels.
He grabs your hand in both of his and guides you to the other shoe. “Should’ve taken ‘em off before.” You tug both loafers off and set them underneath the bed.
Taking a brief moment you slip your own off too. You might be able to avoid a scolding still.
“If you wanted them off at the door you could’ve done it yourself.” You fold his suit jacket and place it off to the side. He fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. Sliding upwards you help with the movement. “What would you do without me?”
His head drops down to sit on your shoulder. A calm quiet envelopes the room. His warm cheeks rub against your skin. Aki’s arms hang limp at his sides, letting you do all the work. Once the fabric is undone he stretches his arms out. You can’t tell is he’s trying to be playful or just moving on autopilot. Either way you choose to indulge him.
Tugging the shirt off his body you toss it in the corner. Scooting even closer you pull on the sleep shirt. It’s baggy and old, covered with a fades logo from an unfamiliar band. Your hands brush against the sides of his stomach.
Your thighs brush against his. Letting your fingers wait along his waist it’s hard to pull back. With a brief shift you could topple into his lap. His bed is soft, you could sink into the mattress and fall closer.
Instead you dip off the edge of the mattress. Tossing the pants at him you tell him to change all the way. Seeing him nude, as appealing as the idea is, is something you’ve seen before. Whether it is helping him with wounds or just stuck in uncomfortable situations his naked body isn’t unfamiliar. Still, none of those situations had been anything other than forced circumstance. This isn’t.
“Can you do this part yourself?” Aki’s eyes are closed as his head bobs gently. It seems like he’s not absorbing your instructions at all, but there’s not much more you can do. Taking the bottoms you press them into his hands. His grasp of then is weak, a gentle reflex.
You stand up and stumble out the door. You’ll give him peace for a moment. In the end you suspect he’ll end up sleeping in his boxers or work pants anyways.
It’s quiet outside, pitch black. You weren’t paying attention, but whoever was in the bathroom is gone now. Tracing a finger against the wall you feel the wood until it breaks and you step into the kitchen.
There’s more dishes in the sink than you’ve seen before. Aki’s home often looks spotless, nearly uncomfortably so. Around the table leftovers from breakfast sit. You can imagine the spectacle that the trio make in the mornings.
You don’t love anyone enough to fully clean for them, but you find a place in your heart for Aki as you put away cans of jam and spices. He has a proper breadbox, instead of just jamming the loaf back into the bag, so you use that. The table (and floor) is still coated with all kinds of spreads, accompanied with breadcrumbs, but you leave it for now.
As you set the water to fill up the sink and soak the dishes you finally head towards your original goal.
There’s a low hum the fridge sings. It’s fuller than you’ve found it in the past. Your kitchen back home has mostly leftovers and tv dinners shoved inside of it, nothing like the fresh produce Aki uses. You’ll sort through his cabinets properly and steal whatever’s appetizing later.
Reaching into the back you grab a can of sparkling water. It’s the shitty kind that claims it tastes like fruit, when it’s a pale attempt at flavor. Aki has strange taste, strange to you at least.
You grab a box of crackers from the pantry, alongside a large bowl. It’ll be a miracle if he makes it to the bathroom before his hangover kicks in fully. Himeno couldn’t even make it away from Denji’s mouth.
You’re not an expert in having to deal with hangovers, not when you hardly deal with them yourself. The amenities you’ve grabbed are simple tips shared in magazines to fill space. Hopefully at least some of it will do him good.
When you peek into Aki’s room again he’s tucked into the bed. His pants are shoved into a pile on the floor. He’s curled up still clutching the pair of sweats you offered, meaning he probably couldn’t find the energy to do more than remove his pants.
You peel the bottoms free from his grasp and deposit them back on the floor with the rest of his clothes. Sitting on the bed you’re careful to not disrupt him. Taking out the small trove of items you spread them over the nightstand. The water chills your hand now, but it’ll be warm by morning. Aki will probably be too sick to notice.
Avoiding turning around and admiring the sleeping man you push yourself into his bathroom. It’s hard to read the medication labels in the dim light, but you sort through everything until you find simple painkillers. They find a place beside the rest of the items you brought.
There’s not much you can do to extend your stay.
Kneeling beside him you whisper a quick, “goodbye.” You brush your fingers through his hair and finally take out the ridiculous topknot he insists on wearing all the time. His hair spreads over the pillow, stuck up in a stiff and awkward way. Ruffling the dark locks you watch them settle into a more natural position.
His cheeks look a little more like their natural color, red fading back to a subtle pink. The slumber he’s fallen into seems like a result of the late hour rather than the alcohol consumption. Pausing for a moment you take in the sight of him. Cool shadows mold his skin, his hair looking more blue. If his eyes were open they’d reflect the moonlight, even if it doesn’t permeate the room.
You wish you could stay. It’s tempting to curl up beside him and soak in his presence. Your fingers skim over his cheek one last time. His warm skin lights your fingers ablaze.
The feeling carries you up and out of his room.
The entire home is absolutely silent on your way out. It’s a little unsettling as you creep down the hall. You steal a can of soda from the fridge and crack it open. It must’ve been bought for Denji or Power, Aki would never drink something so unhealthy.
It’s a strange sort of silence once you close the door. The walk there wasn’t particularly loud, but it felt warm and comfortable. The shadows seem more threatening now, the air slightly colder. You regret now that you don’t often wear a jacket. The suit provided is boring and indistinguishable from anyone else’s, but it’s sturdy and well insulated.
Awkwardly jogging towards your car you shiver in the chill air. As you slide in you’re quick to turn on the heat. The car still smells a little bit like Aki, a combination of booze and cigarette smoke. Underneath there’s a hint of whatever body spray Aki uses, warm and musky. If the scent belonged to anyone else it’d be unappealing, but it’s so uniquely Aki that you’re glad the smell permeates the air.
It lifts your mood the whole ride hime, even on the walk to your own apartment. You carry the feelings of his breath against your neck and hands on yours while you curl up in bed.
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In the morning you have a single notification on your small phone.
Thank you.
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