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The Long Walk Home (Professor Layton X Reader)

Summary:  After a long day of work, you and the professor decide to walk home together and discuss life and the upcoming charity gala at the university

“Whew! Another fine day of work done! Huh, Professor?” You exclaimed, entering the messy office of your dear friend.

“Oh yes! I’m just finishing up grading some tests. If you give me five more minutes, I shall be done and we can be off home.” He smiled, swivelling around in his chair briefly to acknowledge you before returning to his prior work.

Making a noise of agreement, you settle down on the comfortable orange sofa you had been accustomed to sitting on when the professor was finishing up work, whether that be a paper a student has written, or his own dissertation on what he has discovered during the adventures he has had with his young assistant. Having been working at the university for a little while now, you had slowly and surely become good friends with the Professor, with him joining you in the library during his lunch breaks if and when he gets a minute away from his classroom, and you joining him in his office in the evenings to walk home together. So you’re used to waiting in his messy office, strewn with open books used for references and papers on any conceivable surface. Except today, it isn’t quite as messy as it usually is, with books back in their proper place on the bookshelves and archaeology brushes put back into their pot.

“Rosa’s been to tidy up early, hasn’t she Professor? I thought she would’ve done it in the morning like she usually does?” You enquired, looking at a puzzle box that has been left on the coffee table while you waited. ‘Must be his newest puzzle’ I chuckled to myself as I picked up the box, fiddling with some of the interlocking pieces, not really trying to solve it, just something to stop my hands from being restless.

“Well yes, she said she wanted to do it now, as she’ll be busy next week helping with the preparations for next week’s charity gala”

“Oh yes! I completely forgot! That’s the one to raise money for the disaster relief fund right?” I asked, putting the puzzle box down and focusing my gaze instead on the back of the professor’s head. His iconic top hat perched just right on the top of his head. As I stared into space, I only then remembered an envelope in the Dean’s handwriting being left on your desk over a month ago, all black card and gold scripture. Definitely on a budget, but the fanciest invitation I had received yet.

Dear (Y/N)

I would to formally invite you to our annual charity gala, which will be held at our very own university on the 7th of March.

This year’s charity gala will be an extra special one, as we will be raising money for the Typhoon Disaster Relief Fund. All ticket revenues and revenue generated from the events held at this gala will go towards this fund in solidarity with the people of Haiti.

The events of the night will be held as below:

7:30pm - 8:00pm - Guests arrive and mingle in the receiving area

8:00pm - 9:00pm - Sit down dinner with a set menu

9:00pm - 9:45pm - Charity Auction with Art from local artists and Artefacts 

9:45pm - 10:00pm - Speeches

10:00pm - 12:00am - Dancing and socialising

The back of this invite holds the set menu for this event. If you require any changes due to any dietary requirements, please let us know in advance so we can accommodate this for you.

Yours faithfully,

Dean Delmona - Dean of Gressenheller University

“Yes, that is the one, being held in the events room usually used for the student’s activities and events. Will you be attending?” He asks setting his papers aside and closing the binder in front of him. A clear sign he is done for the day.

“I had replied back to the Dean that I was going to go, even if just to support the charity aspect of the evening. I just don’t know how I will deal with the mingling section if I don’t know anyone there. I was honestly just going to go around with Rosa, but I suppose it’d be good for me to make new friends. Will you be going?” I asked, readying my bag and standing up as the professor grabs his coat from the back of his office chair and swings it onto himself.

“Oh yes, as well as raising money for a good cause, it’s also a great chance to catch up with the professors at the other universities in the district, to compare findings and notes on expeditions taken throughout the year. Shall we?” He asks, opening the door for me to walk through like he does every time we walk home together.

“A true gentleman as always. And thank goodness for that! I now know at least one person at this event” I tease, walking through as he chuckles, locking up the office behind him as we make our way back towards the front of the school.

“Well, of course, a gentleman must always put the needs of a lady first. That includes going through doors. And yes, it is always comforting to know you’ll see at least one familiar face in the crowd, isn’t it? And you won’t only know one person… you’ll know two people since the dean will be there as well.”

“Well you say that, but the dean will probably be so busy with the board of directors, the deans of the other district universities and beneficiaries, I doubt he’ll have time to seek me out specifically Layton.”

“You’d be surprised. He always makes time for his staff at these events. Especially since he likes to make sure everyone’s having a good time. You’ll see.” He finished, giving a knowing look as we turned out of the university, past the bus stop I used on my first day and down the street towards home. It only felt like yesterday was my first day here. How time flies by when you’re having fun.

“Anyway, it’ll be great to meet up outside of work for once. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate recently, and even gentlemen deserve a break now and again surely? Where was it you had just come back from again?”

“Misthallery. And yes, I suppose I have been quite busy assisting with the official police report on that incident and corresponding with Luke’s father. Perhaps this charity gala is just what I need to unwind a little.”

“Then I’ll try my best to make it a night to remember! How is Luke settling in by the way? It must be awfully strange to be so far away from his parents. And at such a young age as well.”

“He’s doing quite alright, thank you for asking. I can tell he is feeling a little homesick, but you know how the boy is; always putting on a brave face and powering through one step at a time. Besides, he has made some quite fond friends during his stay, what with yourself and Emmy having been there for him during the settling-in period.”

“Well glad I could help! Just let him know that he’s always welcome at the library, just in case you go into one of your late-night thinking sessions and he wants to talk to someone while he waits.”

“Well, I’ll certainly pass on the message. I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.” He chuckles as we made our way down the embankment. The light danced on the lapping waves of the Thames as boats of tourists and cargo used the waterways to go about their business. ‘How many lives coasted across its waves a day?’ I thought to myself as we made our way. How many people had we passed on our way home that we hadn’t noticed? Where were they going?

“But enough about me, how has your work been faring? I know the student’s work has been increasing by the day. Which must mean more work for you?”

“Oh yes! The library has been having quite an increase of students coming in. It has been a little bit hectic keeping up with the returns and books being taken, But it’s been nice to be up on my feet and helping the students with whatever it is they need. It’s almost like being an assistant to the great minds of the future. Even if that does mean I have to keep going up and down the stairs, but look at the positives! It technically classes as a good workout on the job!.”

“Perhaps you too are in need of a break then.” He said, offering me a look that said he knows well about ignoring the feeling of granting yourself a break.

“Hah, perhaps I do Professor. My feet could do with the break, that’s for sure. I hope there are seats at the event past the meal portion of the night.”

“Then allow me to be on hand to make the event a well-needed break from the day-to-day.” He offered, almost in the same vein as I had done earlier on our walk home. 

“Then it’s agreed, we will both try our best to make sure one another has a grand old time and keep each other in check about worrying about day-to-day life.”

“Agreed. Speaking of, I was wondering…” He trailed off. 

“Yes?” I asked, prompting the man next to me to continue with his thought. It was unlike him to suddenly go quiet like that. And was that apprehension etched in his brow? And something else, something deeper. Something I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Ahem. I was wondering, since we both live in the same direction, I was wondering if you would like to go together? As you said, it’s comforting to see a familiar face in a big crowd like this event is going to draw. It might be nice to start the night in that same vein before mingling?”

 “Wait really?” I asked, not really expecting that. I don’t know why I hadn’t, since we had become fast friends. But still…

“Ah, my apologies, I fear I may have been a bit presumptuous in my suggestion. I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you to come with me if you have made other plans.” He replied, a bashful laugh leaving his mouth.

“Oh, no no no! Not at all! I was only thinking I wouldn’t want to delay you getting to the event was all! But yes, if that’s alright with you and Luke, I’d love to drop around yours first before we go to the gala! It’ll be nice to see Luke and Emmy before we go anyway and…oh! We're here already?”

And before either of us were really ready to say goodnight, the two of us were already in front of the Professor’s townhouse. The green lacquer door and yellow bricks shone like gold in the sunset’s light, glinting beautifully from the windows. Our usual parting point, come too soon.

“I was sure we had another five minutes until we got here. Oh well, what conversations can do I suppose.” I chuckle, more out of embarrassment of not being aware of my surroundings rather than anything being particularly funny. Thanks fully the Professor joined in as well.

“You’re quite right. Time does fly by when in good company I suppose. Now, are you sure I can’t walk you back to your house?”

“Professor, you ask me this every time we walk home together. And I really do appreciate the sentiment, but I only live a block away from here! I’m sure I can walk myself there without any issues occurring. No need to go out of your way just for me.” I reply, walking a few paces backwards to make the point clear.

“Well, you are quite the capable person I know. In that case, I wish you a good night (Y/N)” He finishes, tipping his hat just so.

“Good night Professor. I’ll see you tomorrow then. We can talk more about our plans for the gala in the morning.” I smile, before turning on my heel and walking into the night, a slight spring in my step at the anticipation of events to come.

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As they walked off into the night like they usually did, I felt a certain… lightness envelope me. Like a weight I had unknowingly been carrying had been lifted from my shoulders. Which was strange considering I had nothing particularly grating occurring in my life currently. Apart from that… but it’s best not to dwell on the past.

“What a conversation can do…” I said quietly to myself as they finally turned the corner, leaving my line of sight. Only once they were out of sight did I turn towards home and open the doors, closing it just behind me just as a pair of feet started to pad towards me.

“Oh, Professor! Welcome back! How did your lectures go?” A familiar voice called as he made his way to the hallway, where I unburdened myself of my coat and hat.

“Quite the success my boy. I believe you were right in relating this class’s topic to our excursion would do just the trick to make the material much more uplifting and engaging. I even had some of the students ask about you from the stories I told.”

“Oh wow! Glad I could help Professor! Was that (Y/N) I saw you speaking with outside? Did she

“Sadly they couldn’t come in tonight, as they have other things to take care of this evening. But, if it’s alright with you, they would like to come round for a little while next week. For that charity event I told you about.”

“Really! Oh, I’d love to have them around! I can show them all the things I learnt at the new school and all the puzzles I’ve helped solve…Oh! And I’ve even managed to finally solve that sliding block puzzle box you left me with! Come look Professer!” He exclaimed, before rushing off back to where he came from.

Chuckling to myself, I place my shoes away in the hall and follow Luke into the living room, only half focusing on my young apprentice and his newest achievement. The other half of me wondering about the gala and the evening ahead of us.

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Introductions to your New Life! (Professor Layton X Reader)

Summary:  After a job position opens up at Gressenheller University, you move down to London and join the prestigious university, and along the way meet the charming Professor Layton.

WANTED: Head Librarian

Requirements: A knowledge of the Dewey Decimal System.

A candidate with strong communication and interpersonal skills who is a reliable and self-motivated person who can work largely unsupervised following precise instructions. As the work is fairly routine, you will need to maintain a high level of attention to detail and accuracy in your work. 

If you are interested, please come to Gressenheller University and speak to the receptionist to inquire.

That had been the advertisement Dean Delmona had sent over in the mail when he mentioned to my mum that he was looking for a new librarian for the university. Having been friends of the family for a while, Delmona knows of my love for novels and sharing recommendations to those around me on whatever topics I had knowledge of. So naturally, after having a friendly discussion about where we all were in our professions, mum had passed on the message to me about the vacancy. A job at a bigger library than the local village has, in the heart of London, surrounded by like-minded people? Sounds like a dream come true!

And not a month later, after handing my notice to the librarian at my old job and saying my farewells to my parents and siblings, I hopped onto the train heading to Central Plaza Station with nothing but my suitcase and a note with the address to my new flat that I had acquired after talking to the landlord, Ingrid, over the phone. The move had been stressful, and the nose and bustle of the London streets had been a bit overwhelming compared to country life, but I had finally settled into the flat and explored the neighbourhood enough to know my way around. Now all that was left to start my new life is to start my first day at my new job.

Which is what I had been daydreaming about just as the bus rolled to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates of the university. So after paying the fare and wishing the driver a good day, I strode up to the front doors of the university, marvelling at the architecture of the buildings, imagining what kind of history the walls hold. And not soon after I had got to the doors that lead to the reception room did I see the Dean, in his usual crisp suit and spectacles, waiting for me.

“Ah, (Y/N)! Good Morning! Didn’t get lost on the way here then! I know I did the first couple of times when I became the dean!” He chuckled, meeting me halfway and shaking my hand

“Oh, not at all! Thankfully the buses around here a quite remarkable and way more punctual than back home. If I had been walking here on my own I’m sure I would’ve gone around in circles just trying to find this place!”

“Ho ho! Glad to hear! Well, I’d better show you around first before I leave you to it! You’re a reliable sort, but I wouldn’t want you getting lost here on your first day! The halls can be maze-like themselves.” He agreed, before heading off down the corridors. 

“Of course, as you probably know, the building was built a hundred and twenty years ago, using Neo-Baroque architecture which defined the era, and is what defines the university compared to the other buildings in the Westminster area. The original dean of the school prided his school on its excellence in providing knowledge from around the world, specialising in archaeological exploits. Which is why we specialize in this subject to this day! But enough about the history of the school! On your left, you can see the courtyards that the students tend to use between classes to either study or socialise together. And on the left are the out-of-hour offices for our Professors.” He rambled, pointing out the points of interest as he walked, including the offices, which appeared to have weird symbols on them. One seemed to have a coffee cup and… was that a top hat?

“Excuse me, sorry Delmona. What do the symbols mean on the doors? Is that one on the left a student café?” I asked, pointing it out, as only some of the doors had symbols on them.

“Oh, those! No, sadly you won’t be grabbing a cup of coffee from in there! Those symbols just help students to differentiate which professor uses which office. All doors look the same on the first day and all that! He explained patiently, as if he had received these questions numerous times. 

‘At least it seemed like I wasn’t the only one to ask about it. Still, I wonder if all universities have those kinds of subliminal tricks to distinguish different professor offices.’ I thought to myself as we re-entered the building, heading back towards the main area.

“Now if you follow the path down here, it’ll lead you down towards the cafeteria, where you will be able to grab that coffee! And if you take the stair over here, that’ll lead up to the classrooms and my office directly in front of the stairs. And this door at the bottom of the stairs, is the library!” He announced, pushing the doors in a way that he must’ve been aiming to be dramatic, but ended up swinging back in our faces due to the lack of strength behind it. Coughing into his hand to discharge the awkward tension, he reopened the doors normally, myself following after him.

As I entered the space, I looked around in awe, the smell of old books and wood hitting my nose first. Pillars of golden brown wood held the building up with rows and rows of bookshelves matching the colour of the wood, it looked like it had two, maybe even three floors worth of books, and study tables scattered about the place. And just to the left, a big desk with a little rack of leaflets for what at first glance appears to be student events and a big trolley rack filled to the brim with books to be returned to the shelves. A lady wearing a hair kerchief was polishing the front of it.

“Oh, Dean! I didn’t think you would be here so soon! I was just finishing up cleaning up the place, and this must be our new librarian!” 

“Oh don’t worry Rosa! There’s still time left if you need to finish up, we’re here early anyway. Anyway, as I mentioned (Y/N), this is Rosa Grimes, the university’s resident cleaner. Rosa, this is (Y/N). She’ll be starting today, I hope you take them under your care.” He says, introducing us to one another as I shake hands with the woman, Rosa. She seemed nice at first glance, almost a bit like Mum back home.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Rosa! And thank you for tidying up the place! You really didn’t have to do this just for me! I could’ve done it!”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all dear! Love to keep busy me, you’ll probably see me around the place tidying up wherever I go anyway.” She laughed, tucking her feather duster back into her pocket in front of her apron.

‘Oh yeah, definitely like Mum.’ I thought to myself as we finished up.

“Speaking of which, I must be off over to the offices Delmona. You know how Layton loves to leave his office in such disarray. I think he does it just to see me and have a cup of tea together!” She laughs, waving to us both and heading through the doors we just came through, leaving me and the dean alone once again.

“Layton?” I ask, turning back towards the dean in hopes of some form of clarification as to who Rosa could’ve been talking about.

“Professor Hershel Layton, the university’s resident archaeology professor and minor celebrity of sorts to the students. He’s been known to go on excursions during the half terms and summer holidays. Always comes back to the school term with some story to tell in his lectures.” He remarks, guiding me towards the desk, where I will be spending most of my time.

“Oh, I see! That makes sense then. Must be quite the popular man then.”

“Yes he is, but I'm sure you’ll run into him at some point. He’s always coming in here for reference books on archaeological topics of one thing or another. Anyway, here's your desk. It’s normally quite quiet on a Monday as most deadlines seem to be set for the end of the week from my experience, so you should have plenty of time to get comfortable and have a look around before the students come in. I’d better be off now, as I have a meeting to attend with the school board in half an hour. I’m sure you’ll do fantastic with us, and I’ll check up with you at the end of the day to see how things went. Take care now (Y/N)!” The dean finishes, patting my arm reassuringly and heads towards the door.

“Thank you Dean Delmona! And thank you again for showing me around the campus, I really appreciate it!” I shout back, hoping to catch him before he’s out of earshot.

“My pleasure!” along with a wave is all the response back I get back as he slips through the doors. And I’m left alone in the vast expanse of the university library.

‘Alright! Let’s get settled in!’ I think to myself as a go over to the returns trolley, looking over what titles are in need of reshelving and wondering what type of student would have taken the books out in the first place. A pastime I enjoyed at the old village library as well to shake up the monotony of reshelving and lugging the heavy trolley in front of me.

The rest of the day turned out just to be as the dean said; quiet. Students only really started trickling in at around lunchtime, the same bleary look in their eyes of either late nights studying, or the aftermath of weekend-long revelry. I was thankful for this as that had given me a lot of time to acquaint myself with where each section was and what kind of selection we had on offer in case any of the students asked for any recommendations. Which I have to say, the university sported a whole array of wonderful books I could only dream of grabbing for my own personal collection. Rare copies of the Illiad and Odyssey, first editions of the Brother Grimm's fairytales, and every college textbook a student could possibly need, all waiting to be plucked from the shelves like glistening fruit from a market stall. There were even some signed autobiographies from famous authors and experts in their field, which I pondered as to how a university could’ve obtained. Was it something donated, or a gift to the university?

Either way, I had plenty of time to ponder this as the light from the wall-length windows on one side shined in the day’s light, turning the office from bright light to a golden age as the afternoon progressed. Only a couple of the more awake students had come up to the desk, either to return a book used over the weekend or ask if a certain book related to their coursework was available. The students seemed just as friendly as the staff thankfully, even inquiring about me, since they noticed I wasn’t the usual librarian on duty, who apparently was known as Ms Applewood, an kind enough woman who rumour had it retired up to Scotland to be nearer her son. How true the rumour is something I doubt I'd ever get the answer to, but it was nice to know that the student body I had encountered thought I was nice enough to even involve me in their gossip. So overall it was quite the lovely first day, only half an hour left on the clock, according to the small desk clock that the desk had come with. 

‘Just enough time to do the last of the returns and lock up for the night!’ I thought to myself, standing up from my desk and heading over to the pile of books to my right that I had piled up when the door on the other end of the room creaked open. A man wearing a top hat seemed to enter the room, a thick tome tucked under his arm as he walked towards the centre of the room, scanning around the library until he seemed to notice me at the desk.

“Hello there! My apologies for coming to the library so late into your shift. I had only just gotten out of the classroom just now, Some students had some questions to ask me after classes.” He spoke, making his way over in my direction as I picked up the four books from the returns.

“Oh, no trouble at all, the library is still open another half an hour anyway, Mr…?” I trailed off, unsure as to how to address the finely dressed man in front of me.

“Ah, do beg my pardon. How rude of me for not introducing myself to you. My name is Professor Hershel Layton. I’m the archaeological professor here at the university.” He introduced, tipping the top hat of his at me slightly, having to adjust his grip on the book in his possession to do so.

“(Y/N), the new librarian. Just started today. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I replied, doing my best to nod back at him while balancing the books in my hands.

“That must be why I did not recognise you, you must be Ms Applewood’s replacement. A pleasure to meet you too.”

“No worries, now, what can I help you with today Professor?” I asked, trying my hardest not to appear nosey as I tried to read what book he had under his arm.

“Well, first I would like to return this book to the library, I was using it to help authenticate some of my student's answers in the essays I had assigned them over the weekend. And I was also wondering if you happened to know if you happened to have a copy of ‘The Azran History: What We Know’’ by Professor Desmond Sycamore and ‘Head Gymnastics’ by Akira Tago.” He asked, finally taking the book from under his arm. The title read ‘Archaeobotany in Egpyt’

“Not a problem Professor, in fact, I think I have that head Head gymnastics book in my pile for returns here. Let me see… Ah! Here we go!” Shuffling the books in my hands, I pulled it out in all it’s yellow glory from the bottom of the pile, quickly making a note on some scrap paper on what books were being taken and returned so I could enter them in properly to the system when I get back to my desk later.

“A girl returned this just today, so here you go! As for your book on Azran history, I believe I did see one on my rounds today in the Archaeological section. I’m more than happy to help look since I’m heading that way to sort these returns myself.”

“Are you quite sure, I wouldn’t want to bother you if you are busy right now.” He mused, a flash of concern flitting across his, concerned to be pulling me away from my duties perhaps?

“Not at all, professor. Like I said, these books are all heading towards the geography section anyway, so it’s on the way there anyway. Shall we?” I smile, leading the way towards the stack of shelves.

We walked in relative silence, the only nose being our shoes clacking against the hardwood flooring of the library. Not an awkward silence, which was weird since that normally did happen when meeting someone new, with neither party knowing what topic would interest the other. But a content silence, as if nothing really needed to be said at this moment.

‘Maybe he’s quite content with the silence himself’ I thought to myself, as I weaved between the stacks, before finally reaching our final destination.”

“Here we are, Professor! I’ll just quickly pop these into the geography section and be right with you!” I say, wandering just two shelves over to my own destination, shelving the books for the group study session that had left later that day.

“That’s quite alright, don’t rush on my account.” He chuckled, before staring up at the shelves, his mission already in his mind.

Having one of my last tasks of the day dealt with now, I hurried back over to the man and started looking for the book he needed as well while sneaking in some glances to assess the man next to me. Dressed rather professionally and shoes shined to a sheen. He looked the spitting image of what a professor looked like in my mind’s eye. And he acted like one as well. But there was something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on, some sort of charm about him. Maybe it was the way he spoke? You don’t hear a lot of people speaking the way he does; almost like he thinks about every word he’s about to say before he says anything. Or maybe it’s the glint in his eyes I noticed as he scans the bookshelves for his prize, a look of passion in his eye for the craft he must’ve honed throughout the years?

‘Well no wonder he’s popular around here.’ I mused to myself as I finally noticed the book the man next to me was looking for on the bottom shelf. Bending down to pick it up, I turn towards him, catching his attention from the corner of his eye.

“Here you go! This is what you were looking for right?” I ask, handing him the book in my hands while I quickly shelve the book about Egypt he had originally came in with.

“Yes! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you.”

“No worries. So the Azran? Are they to be a new topic to cover in your lectures then?” I asked as we made our way back to the desk to check his books out.

“Hm? Oh, no, the curriculum is quite set for this year and as much as I would love to discuss new archaeological discoveries in the modern era, I would hate for my students to be behind on their work.”

“Ah, I get it. I was just wondering since the papers recently have been talking about how fresh evidence of the Azran people are cropping around the world in the last five years. I think last week's paper talked about a potential temple in Froenborg?”

“Well, yes! You seem quite up to date with the goings-ons of the archaeological field. Do you have an interest in archaeology? Study archaeology while at university perhaps?” He asked, that glint returning back to his eyes.

“While I do have an interest in archaeology and new discoveries, it’s not because I studied it. I took anthropology as a minor during my university days instead, but both subjects seem to have an overlap from what I was taught at school. I think it’s called Osteoarchaeology in your field right? The study of bones?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t saying anything wrong as I walked around the side of the desk to check out the books he had taken.

“That’s exactly what it’s called. It’s nice to know there’s someone at the university  besides the students excited about these new discoveries and what this might mean to our understanding of the world as we know it.” He smiled, passing the books over for me to stamp.

“Well thank you! Good to know there’s someone here to discuss the findings with if the archaeologists find anything new to be reported on. Anyway, I must’ve taken up more of your time than I meant to. Here are those books Professor.” Passing the books back over, I set about taking the return ledger from the desk and start locking it away in the desk drawers for safekeeping.

“Not at all (Y/N), if anything it’s been lovely talking to you. In fact, if you get some spare time during the next few weeks, I’d love to discuss more about the tribes you studied while at university and your thoughts on the Azran people.” He asked, slowly turning in the direction of the door.

“Ho ho! Roping our newest recruit into your lectures and puzzles are we Professor?” The dean mused, making his way to us from his point at the door. How did I not hear him come in?

“Ah, well quite Dean Delmona. We were just discussing the recent discoveries of the Azran people.” He said, coughing into his balled-up fist. Ah yes, now this was the awkward silence I had come to know.

“Oh, I'm only jesting with you, my boy! It’s good everyone’s been friendly to our new librarian. Making them feel right at home! He laughed, patting the Professor on the arm.

“Anyway, I was just coming down here to check up on (Y/N) and how their first day went. Wouldn’t want to keep you both here any longer than you needed to.”

“I see, then I had better leave you to it. It was lovely speaking with you (Y/N). I’ll see you around.” The professor waved, before heading towards the doors and out the room.

“You too Professor! See you soon!” I shouted afterwards, hoping he heard me just like the situation with the dean this morning.

“I’ll take you to the front gates now. Like I said, probably don’t want to waste your evenings wiled away in here. But how was your first day here? Nothing to deter you from staying here I hope?” He asked as I locked up the library doors.

“All good actually. Your school has quite a lovely collection of books and all the staff and students are so nice! I hope it’s like this all the time here!” 

“Hah! The only time it’s not is when it’s exam and finals week! Then things can get a bit snappy!” He laughed, walking down the path towards the wrought iron gates we had only passed through this morning. It only seemed like an hour ago I arrived here. How time sure flies.

“Well anyway, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself here and as I’ve said, I know how reliable you are so you’re more than welcome to work here as long as you’d like to. But you better head off home now and make sure you’re fresh for tomorrow morning! Library Opens up at 8 am sharp. Make sure you get home safe now. And again, welcome to Gressenheller University (Y/N)!”

'Welcome indeed!' I thought to yourself as you strolled on down to the bus stop, lost in your imaginings of what the next few days would bring.

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On The Road (Nathan Sharp X Reader)

@captainrose35​ - Oh no! I hope it gets better soon! This was really fun to write so I hope that this was the kind of thing you wanted! Hopefully this can cheer you up a bit from the week that you’re having. :)

Summary: Travelling was one of your favourite things to do as a child, going on road trips with your family and exploring. And everyone knows that travelling is only as good as the company that you keep...

Watching the hills roll by the window as you travelled had been one of your favourite activities when you were a child, travelling from place to place with your family. But watching the hills with the pink and yellow lights of dawn behind them was a sight to behold. Always being one for the journey and not the destination, this had to be one of the most relaxing moments you’ve had all week. And everyone knows that the journey is only as good as the company that you keep.

Looking away from the window, you couldn’t help but smile down at the mop of black hair leaning against your shoulder, glistening in the light of a new day. It’s no surprise that he had fallen asleep again on the road, whereas you were a ball of excitement, unable to sleep at all. With all the shows he had already performed and the parties with friends afterwards, the only time the poor man could sleep was during these small bits of travel time, not being one to miss out on setting up and practicing. And boy what a week it had been! First Seattle, then Portland, Berkeley and only yesterday Los Angeles. And now, you, Nate, Andrew and the rest of the crew were heading down to San Diego. It may have only been a week since you all headed out for the tour, but the road ahead was going to be a long one. And one you and Nate wish wouldn’t end.

Thankfully though, you had saved up all of your leave from your job so you could join your boyfriend this time around. Knowing what a passionate workaholic he was, who knows what kind of state he would’ve wound up in by the time he came home.

“Probably would sleep for a week straight afterwards if he had his way. Just like last time.” You quietly chuckled to yourself, not wanting to disturb the rest of the bus, snoring away peacefully in their bunks. Unfortunately, the shaking of your shoulders as you remembered the last tour, where he literally stumbled through the front door with all of his suitcases into your arms and almost fell asleep there and then, woke him up from his slumber.

“Mmmm… Hey babe.” Nate murmured, just waking up and adjusting to the idea of being awake.

“Morning love. Nice nap?” You asked, giving him a kiss to the forehead as he slowly began sitting up properly. Stretching, he turned to face you properly.

“Oh yeah. Was having the best dream too. You want some coffee?” He asked, giving you a peck before getting up and tiptoeing to the tour bus’s kitchen unit, taking care not to wake the rest of the team up.

“Yes please. What was the dream about?”

“Oh, you know. Just the day we met.”

“You mean at Wreck’em Records?”

“Yeah, god I’m glad we actually managed to meet. You know Oldburg used to always talk about you b fire I’d ever met you, gushing about ‘the only customer in town who knows how to treat his beauties with care!’” Nate said, mimicking the voice of your friend and owner.

“Did he now? Well, I’ll have to thank him for putting in a good word for me.”

“I’ll say! I don’t think he could say a bad thing about you even if he tried. Not that I can either.”

“Well, to be fair, he always talked about how confident and kind you were too after we met. Just egging me on to ask you out every time I visited the shop.”

“And a good thing you did. We have a full year of memories to thank him for.” He chuckled, returning to the sofa, placing the coffees down on the table and kissing you, soft and slow like you were kissing the clouds in the dawn sky behind you.

“Mmmm… praise be to Oldburg and his meddling.” You chuckled when you were both finished, clinking your mugs together and drinking as you watched the hills turn to plains in silence. The kind of silence that didn’t require words but still oozed with love and affection for one another.

“How long until we get to San Diego?”

“About half an hour I’d say. Depends on what San Diego traffic is like.” You answered, looking up at the bus clock while tracing patterns on Nate’s arm as you leaned into him.

“Hoo boy! Last show of the week and half an hour before we gotta unload the gear again. Better wake up properly to mentally prepare myself for that again.” He laughed, downing the rest of his coffee.

“You know you shouldn’t push yourself too hard. Let me carry the amps in with the crew this time.”

“And let you push yourself after all the help packing up so far? Not a chance, not for my girl.”

“Hey! I’m strong too! Probably stronger than all of you guys combined!” You boasted, flexing your arms like the strong men you’ve seen on adverts, causing Nate to snort, holding his hand to his mouth to stop bursting out laughing and waking the whole bus up.

“I know, I know. The truest and bravest warrior on this bus! Doing the work no willing person wants to do. We are too blessed to have you.” He joined in, bowing as best as he could considering the cramped sofa and fold out table set up you both had going on at the moment.

“But luckily for us, we’ve got a free day after this show so we can de-stress from all of this. And I might just have some plans for us.”

“Oooo like what?” You asked, snuggling into his side as he draped an arm around you.

“Well… First thing on the agenda; a lie in breakfast in bed. The whole show! Pancakes, bacon, eggs. You name it, we’ll get it.”

“A lie in on a proper bed! God that sounds like heaven!” You gushed, remembering the flat, paper thin mattresses provided on the bus and shivering, earning a laugh from Nate and a kiss to your temple.

“Trust me, I feel you on that! Then, after leaving the hotel, we can go down to Balboa Park. Andrew’s been raving about how great and beautiful the place is, so I think you’ll really like it. Then, we can take a trip to Seaport Village. Last time I was down there, they had the best fish tacos I’ve ever had! You have to try them (Y/N)! When I tell you I almost cried at how how good they were...” He said, making an exaggerated chef’s kiss motion, making you crack up in a giggling fit, relaxing more into his side.

“Aaaaanyway, after that, we can chill at the beach. Catch some sun, swim in the ocean. Might even persuade a lucky someone to jam out and dance on the beach with me.”

“My, what a lucky person they’ll be.” You giggled, shifting yourself up a bit so you could hug him fully, carding your hands through his raven locks as he lazily stroked a hand up and down your back.

“After that, a quick change and we can meet the others in the evening to eat and shop and then, I was thinking we could walk along the Sunset Cliffs. We can look down on the town as the sun sets together. A beautiful view for my beautiful (Y/N).” He finished, pulling away slightly so he could steal a kiss from you as you daydreamed at what a great day was ahead of you tomorrow.

“Mmmmm… that sounds like such a great day! You’re so good at planning this stuff out!” You complimented, shifting to sit more onto his lap and  stealing a kiss back from him.

“Well… Andrew helped me with some of the planning and time management. But thanks (Y/N).

“Doesn’t matter. It’ll be great as long as you’re there.” You finished, pulling him into a longer kiss, tasting the coffee in his lips from the cup on the table. Wanting nothing more than to sit there and be like this forever. 

“Alright love birds, we’re five minutes away from the venue! Better wake up them buds of yours before we get there.” The bus driver shouted, entering the main square of San Diego, the plains turning into high rise buildings and shops.”

“Alright alright. Hey, get up you guys! We’re almost there.” Nate shouted back, rapping his knuckles against the door next to him until he heard his friend and tour guest groan in defeat.

“Well, here’s to a great show!” You cheered, clinking your mugs together one last time before you took them to clean up.

“Oh and Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“...”

“...”

“I’m unloading those goddamn amps today.”

“Over my dead- come back here you!” He shouted laughing as you leapt down the stairs of the bus before he could catch you and tickle you into submission.

And what a time you’ll have on tour with him. But hey, it’s like your mother always said; “It’s not the destination that matters, but the journey.”

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Comfort (Caduceus Clay X Reader)

Summary: With the tragedy at the Ashkeeper Peaks plaguing you with nightmares of your fallen comrades, who else will comfort you in the night but the lovable Firbolg himself.

Author's Note: Again, this lovely piece of art of Caduceus was done by ABD-Illustrates, so please check his stuff out here if you get a moment.

The screams were always the worst past of your re-occurring nightmares. Not the ones of the nameless, the one you never knew but swore to protect anyway. No. The gut wrenching cries of your paladin friends. Kaulden, Raine, Wilfred. All the friends you ever made at the order died during that fight with the Kryn Dynasty. And for what? Glory? Peace? A better future? What did that matter to the people who died. What did that matter to the families that had to mourn the deaths of their loved one while everyone else celebrated what their loved one sacrificed to give them. The populous would never truly know their saviours or care after a month goes by. So why did they sacrifice themselves anyway?

“Because we have the strength to do so and no-one else will!” Is what Wilfred would’ve said, laughing boisterously as he downed his sixth cup of mead, the drink not even touching the sides or getting him even slightly tipsy. You used to love his stories of valour and glory; of helping strangers and kings. But after the events at the Ashkeeper Peaks, you were pretty disillusioned from stories with happy endings, or stories of valour. Especially since all you were left with from your time in the order was grief and guilt, and you were the one left with the nightmares; not them. Which brings you to tonight… 

“No...don’t touch her...NOOO!” You moaned and screamed as you came to from your nightmare once again. No matter how many times you relived it, you still could never take the images of Raine; the halfling who took you under her wing; being cut down by a gnoll, who howled with laughter as he did it. You made short work of the gnoll afterwards, but there was no bringing back her spark of light, not matter how hard the blue tiefling and firbolg tried when you begged them to help. 

The dreams always left you gasping for air, shaking and sweating in your sheets as you tried to calm yourself down. And tonight is no different. As you tried to calm down; you looked around the room; the twilight steaming through the semi-circle window. You called it ‘the’ room instead of ‘your’ room, since you assumed that the people you were currently with would kick you out at any moment, and you didn’t want to grow attached to the group in case that happened. It didn’t help that you weren’t entirely comfortable with sleeping in a house on enemy territory, but the half-orc, who appeared to be the leader of the group, insisted that you should go with them for now until you’re able to contact someone to let them know what happened to your group. So here you sat. In a room far from home, in the middle of the enemy’s territory, with no way to tell anyone what happen. Reaizing you predicament, you began to fall into despair… but before you can think for long, there’s a knock on ‘the’ door.

“(Y/N)? Can I come in?” A voice sounds from the other side of the door. And slowly, the door creaks open to reveal that the voice belongs to Caduceus; the firbolg that tried to save Raine, and comforted you as you travelled with the group into enemy territory, disguising you and protecting you from onlookers. 

“Oh.... Caduceus? What’re you doing here?” You asked, trying to mask that you had been crying, the darkness being your friend at the moment.

“Oh, I was getting some fertiliser for the plants upstairs, when I heard shouting. Are you ok?” He replied, holding up a jug, which he appeared to be using as a scoop for the fertiliser. Looking rather concerned for your well being, he started to step into the room just a little.

“On no it’s ok! I’m fine, I swear!” You say, trying to deflect what you were actually feeling, not wanting to bother him further. He’d been one of the ones who truly looked after you after the incident with your friends; trying to coax you into talking and keeping an eye on you when travelling into town, so you didn’t want to burden him anymore than you felt you already had.

“Hmmmm…” Was all he said in response, putting a hand to his chin and stroking his beard while he looked you up and down; the way an appraiser would look at a very fragile vase.

“You look like you could do with some tea. I’ll make a pot.” Caduceus said quickly as he left the room, in a effort to get it done before you could even protest. And while you tried to sputter out a response before he did so, you could tell that you were in a losing battle. So while he went to the kitchen, you tried to clean yourself up a bit to get rid of the tears and smooth down your bed hair.

“If I look like i’m ok, he’ll just leave after giving me the cup. It’ll be fine (Y/N).” You thought to yourself as you went back to sitting on the edge of your bed, taking in some deep breaths to calm yourself down. Eventually, Caduceus came back into the room with two cups in his hands.

“Here you go. May I?” He asked, nodding at the bed, asking if he could sit down.

“Oh… Sure. This tea is nice by the way. What is it? It’s not dead people tea is it?”

“No no… just some chamomile I picked up in town,” He chuckled, taking  asip on his own cup. “But you’re deflecting right now. That’s how I can tell something’s wrong. Was it a bad dream?”

“I’m fine. You shouldn’t have to worry about me. You should go back to the flowers.” You sighed, putting your cup on the chest that rested against the bottom of your bed,

“It’s not good to bottle up your feelings (Y/N). It’ll just make you feel worse” He said, putting his own cup on the nightstand and turning to face you properly, giving you his full attention. 

“But… no. It’s fine. I’m fine. I won’t be a burden to you or your friends Caduceus. I can sort this out on my own. I-” You started, but you were cut off by Caduceus, who pulled you into his chest and hugged you. The warmth feeling like he’d just draped a woollen blanket over you, the smell of tea and soil on his skin also helping to sooth you just a little.

“No-one here thinks you’re a burden (Y/N). In fact, Beau was just saying the other day how resilient she thought you were. But you know… despite how resilient you might be, it’s ok to not be ok sometimes. Right?” He asked, squeezing you just slightly as he said this.

And with those words, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. At first, you cried slowly and silently, like you believed you could still conceal the truth from the perceptive firbolg in front of you. But the tears kept rolling, and as he started to stroke his hands up your arms in comfort. You finally let the bottled up emotions loose, flowing like a champagne bottle after being shook. You cried and cried, for who knows how long, telling him about your friends, about your guilt, about how you have no idea how you’re going to tell their families what happened to them. And he sat there, not saying a word and comforting you with his warmth. Eventually, after you had calmed down enough, you looked up at the pink haired man, in both awe and embarrassment.

“Thanks Caduceus… I don’t think I realised how much I actually needed that.” You mumbled, sleep trying to take over your emotionally exhausted body. Telling that you were about to nod off, Caduceus chuckled and slowly laid you onto the bed, fetching a blanket that was bundled up at the top of your wardrobe and laying it up to of you.

“No one ever truly does. But if you ever need a ear to hear your troubles, you know where to find me.” And with a quick kiss to your temple, he picked up the long abandoned cups of tea, and left the room, looking over his shoulder one last time to smile at you as he closed your bedroom door.

“Maybe there is still a reason to fight… if it means I can keep people like him safe long enough to comfort others. I’ll have to thank him properly in the morning. You thought to yourself as you slowly allowed yourself to be embraced by sleep. Thinking up how to thank him will just have to wait until tomorrow. 

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Sea Shanties (Fjord X Reader)

Summary: Concerned for Fjord and the future after the events at the temple under the Diver’s Grave, you decide to head up to the deck of the ball eater and play a melody while you stare across the ocean. Little do you know, a certain someone is also unable to sleep tonight.

Author’s Note: This beautiful art of the the main half-orc himself was done by ABD-Illustrates; an artist I absolutely love, so please check his stuff out here if you get a moment. 

As the waves crashed against the sides of the ship, the mighty nein slept peacefully, dreaming of the future and what the world had to offer them once they docked into Nicodranas tomorrow. For some, like Nott who had been downing the whiskey from her flask of perpetual booze since they got back onto the ball eater, sleep came easy. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they weren’t quite as lucky as their little goblin friend. All night since they returned to the ball eater, they had been tossing and turning in their sleep. And eventually, (Y/N) gave up on finding sleep and sat up in their hammock. They never did fare well on ships in the past, but (Y/N) knew that this was completely different from their usual bouts of sea sickness.

Having thought long and hard about what on earth could be causing the restlessness they had, they finally came to the conclusion that it had to be about the thoughts that were still wheedling at their brain; their concern for Fjord.

Even though Fjord discussed his intentions about what he was doing with Uk'otoa, (Y/N) was still concerned that Fjord might still be conflicted about the whole affair. Ever since he fell into the sea from his previous ship, and entered into a pact with the sea demon, he had been very reliant with the powers that he bestowed upon him. A bit co-dependant if (Y/N) was being honest. Could he really give that up? What would he do afterwards? Figuring these thoughts were spiralling out of control again, they got up from the hammock, grabbed their violin, and decided to up onto the deck for some fresh air. They were docking there first thing tomorrow morning anyway, so a few hours of missed sleep couldn’t hurt right?

Walking up the wooden, creaking steps, (Y/N) huddled their cloak tighter to their body, as a gust of cold air rushed past them. Despite the region being known for mostly tropical weather, the nights at sea do tend to be rather bracing. Looking around the ship, they see that no one is around, and decides to sit on the railings of the ship and stare at the sky. The almost black sky twinkled with stars, the only source of light available at the moment, since there was no moon tonight. And looking down into the sea, (Y/N) could barely even see the white foam of the waves as it splashed against the ship, helping to guide the giant hulk of lumber on it’s journey to land. Taking a moment to just admire the view reminded her of a old sea shanty their grandpa used to play on his old fiddle when they used to visit him. So feeling nostalgic, they fiddled with the pegs to make sure the strings were taught enough for the particular melody, and started playing the tune. A melody about a cocky captain sailing to find the very centre of the sea, where there was rumoured of a massive maw filled with enough treasure to be able to do whatever he wanted with it. Unfortunately, this particular shanty didn’t end up with the pirate finding the treasure and live happily ever after with some sweetgirl on his arm. In the end, the captain worked his crew to death, obsessed with the idea of the cave, and ended up being eaten by Idok; the dragonturtle.

“Used to scare me into obsessing over one skill I seem to remember.” (Y/N) mused to theirself as they entered into the final chorus of the song. Feeling a bit more livened up, they stood on top of the railing and danced along the edge, at one moment almost falling in, but luckily saving their balance and ending with a flourish. Once done, they looked over at the scenery again, wanting to get one last look before retiring.”

“Well that’s a song I haven’t heard in a while. Where’d you learn that.” A voice came from behind. Jumping slightly, (Y/N) turned around, and with the moment of fear behind them, they immediately recognised the voice. Standing there, with his hand laying naturally on the hilt of the falchion, was the one that had caused them not to be able to sleep in the first place.

“From my grandpa! I’ve told you about him before right? He was a fisherman and a fiddler from the Menagerie Coast. Used to play in all the local dive bars in Port Zoon when he’d return from fishing trips. You would’ve liked him. How do you know about that song.”

“Oh, I heard it lots of times when visiting the port when I worked aboard the Tide’s Breath. Maybe I've heard him play.”

“I doubt it. He died six years ago to scurvy. Gods rest his soul. But, i’m glad to see another sea shanty aficionado present. But enough about that. Couldn’t sleep either?” (Y/N) chuckled in jest, hopping off of the railing to stand by him.

“Nah, just had a lot on my mind recently.”

“You mean the whole thing with Uk'otoa?”

“Yeah, pretty open book aren’t I?” he mused, leaning a touch more onto the railing, looking out onto the ocean himself in contemplation. Silence spread out around the two of you for a moment, but knowing that Fjord liked to think before he spoke, it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was almost calm, like the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“I just don’t know what to do next? I mean, I don’t plan on releasing him… but what comes next? Will my visions fade? Turn into something else? I’m so used to knowing what comes next, so not knowing what’s to come is a bit… unnerving for me.” He wondered out loud, as if the universe itself would grant him an answer while you both sat there.

“Honestly… I don’t know either. Has he done anything before when you left the sea and travelled to the mainland?”

“No, not really. But then again, I didn’t have these damn crystals in my stomach.” He replied, subconsciously touching his belly as he said this.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry so much about what happens next for now. Whatever happens happens, and we’ll all be there for you if shit goes down. But if you move further from his goal, what will that mean for the gifts that he’s given you? I’m sorry to ask, but I don’t know how it works with making pacts and stuff.” (Y/N) asked, looking up into his yellow eyes as he turned towards them.”

“I guess that’s just another thing we’ll find out once we get to shore.” He replied, turning from the sea and looking up at the sky.

“Just know that no matter how you feel, we like you for who you are, not what you can do. And I’ll keep checking you to make sure you stay afloat.” “...that has got to be the worst sea pun i’ve ever heard.” And despite the deadpan tone he used, Fjord couldn’t help himself and let out a short laugh.

“Oh come on, it can’t’ve been worse than some of the puns Nott comes up with about Beauregard when she’s drunk.” You join in, poking him in the ribs with your elbow.

“Well, as much as I would love to stay up all night making sea jokes, i’m pretty sure we need to get some shut-eye before we reach Nicodranas. Jester’s going to want up to be up bright and early so she can see her mum.” Fjord points out, walking the pair of you back down below the deck to your respective cabins.

“And thanks by the way.”

“For what?”

“For that sea shanty and helping me forget my troubles for a while, even if it was just for a night.” Fjord finishes, throwing you a half awkward wink and opening the door to his room, closing it after himself.

Glad to have been able to help him out a little bit, (Y/N) enters their cabin and settles back into their hammock, the waves rocking them off back to sleep, leaving them dreaming about the adventures and challenges to come, just like the rest of the mighty nein and their crew.

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A Magical Disaster (Yosuke X Reader)

Summary: Yosuke has been acting strangely all week, and now he wants to hang out with you on the roof of Junes on a day where there’s a 99% chance of rain? Something’s definitely up with the boy.

Authors Note: By the way, this beautiful art is actually a gif done by Willczek-Art. If you like it, please consider taking a look at their work and following them!

Yosuke had been acting up all week, and you couldn’t quite pin it on anything specific. He seemed… happier and sadder than he usually was. How someone could be both happier and sadder at the same time was a mystery to you. But, anytime you and the rest of the group went to the school roof to have lunch together, and he would make the group laugh with one of his jokes, he’d become all quiet all of a sudden, almost contemplative. He was acting very strangely. And now, out of the blue, he wanted to hang out at Junes with you… On a day where there was a 99% chance of it raining in the afternoon?

“Did Teddy take your phone again Yosuke? Because I can’t believe you want to hang out at Junes on our day off! You’re always complaining that every time we hang out here, Chie tricks you into buying her steak.” You laugh, greeting him as he looks up at his phone.

“Well luckily for us, Chie isn’t here today, so my wallet is safe from her ransacking for the day!” He chuckles back, putting his phone away and giving you his full attention.

“Well, you never know… I might develop an obsession with steak too.” You tease, ruffling his hair and making his headphones fall down to his neck.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me this way (Y/N)! Don’t join the dark side and be like them!” He laughs, pretending to grab his heart in shock and falling to the floor.

“Naaaah! There’s no way I can contend with Chie and Teddy’s food consumption anyway.” You smile, helping him up from the floor and start walking towards the food court on the roof.

“Anyway, you said Chie’s not here? That’s strange? In fact, where is everyone else? Are they waiting upstairs?” You ask, looking around for them.

“A-Actually, they’re all busy today! Yeah, Yu had to look after Nanako and the others had to take care of things at home...And honestly, teddy ran off somewhere so who knows where that bear is.” He responds, looking away from you.

Strange… he only does that when he’s lying… so what’s really going on?

“Well that’s alright, we can still have fun with just the two of us.” You respond, hoping to lift the mood a little.

“Yeah… Actually, I wanted to show you something.” He said almost… nervously? He stopped right next to a bench and turned towards you.

“... Promise not to laugh if I show you this?” He asked, looking more nervous by the second. Him… nervous? This was new.

“Of course I won’t laugh. What is it?” You asked, trying to look behind him.

“...Teddy’s been watching magic shows while we’re at school and has been teaching me magic tricks.”

It’s quiet for a moment. But you can’t fully hold in the laughter bubbling up within you and let out a snort, covering your mouth.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” He exclaimed in despair, looking like a sad, dejected puppy.

“I’m not! I swear! I want to see this! Like I really want to see this.” You respond, trying to encourage him not to deflate on the spot.

“Well alright then, since you asked so nicely.” He said, gathering himself up and reaching into his pockets. He pulls out a pack of cards and shuffles them quickly.”

“Pick a card! Any card! Don’t let me see and once you’ve memorized, put it back into the deck.” He exclaims a touch too loudly. Those nerves were coming back again. You quickly pick a card at random. The eight of spades. Knowing you can remember that, you slide it back in. Letting him know that you were done, he begins shuffling them again. But just as he was trying to be fancy and shuffle them by splitting the deck in half and flicking them over each other, a heavy gust of winds blows the cards straight out of his hand and off the side of the roof.

“No! That trick was going to be so good!” Yosuke shouts, trying to reach out for the cards, only managing to only grab one. Looking dejected again, he slowly looks back to you and turns the card around.

“... Your card wouldn’t happen to be the nine of Clubs would it?” He asks in a last-ditch attempt.

“... Eight of Spades…” You respond back, the silence afterwards deafening.

“...So close.” He said sadly, crumpling up the remaining card and throwing it in the bin.

“Oh, don’t worry Yosuke. I’m sure it would’ve worked if the wind didn’t get involved.” You said, trying to reassure him while looking up at the clouds. It’s definitely going to rain soon. But, your reassurance seemed to have worked a little bit, as he turned around with a half-smile on his face.

“It’s fine...It’s fine. I’ve got one more trick I know how to do.”

“C’mon Yosuke! You can do it!” You shouted encouragingly. You really wanted to see this work.

“Right… So, there’s nothing up my sleeves, right? He asked, pinching the ends of his white jacket sleeves and pulling them down to show that in fact, nothing was up his sleeves.

“Right, now watch this!” He says, reaching up his sleeves.

“Ta-Da!” He shouts, quickly taking something out of his sleeves and holding it out to you.

It was definitely made of paper, maybe some flowers? But before you could get a proper look at whatever Yosuke was holding, the rain started downpouring on the pair of you and turned the paper object into paper-mache. Not wanting his trick to be ruined a second time, you knelt down and desperately tried to salvage whatever it was he was holding just a second ago.

“Oh no! Your paper… roses? Wait, was that part of the trick?” You ask him, who was looking down and shaking slightly.

“Oh come on! Why did it have to rain just at the final bit!” Yosuke yelled angrily, kicking the bench behind him in frustration, only realizing that was a bad idea after he kicked and had to clutch his foot from the pain of kicking a metal bench.

“Hey! Yosuke, relax!”

“How can I relax!?! I messed up! I messed up big time! The timing, the weather! Everything!”

“It’s ok! Is doesn’t matt-

“It does matter! It matters to me!”

“But why though?”

“Because I wanted to tell you I liked you in some special way! I-”

Immediately, Yosuke slaps a hand over his mouth, slowly turning redder and redder. You stand there in shock. He liked you back? How did you not realize this sooner? You were usually good at reading people’s emotions, so how did you miss this.

“Ooooooooh! Why do I always stick my foot in my mouth!” He shouts, sitting down on the park bench behind you with his head in his had. He almost looked like he was going to cry. He must have wanted to do this properly so bad.

“Hey… It’s ok Yosuke. I like you too.” You reply, resting a hand on his shoulder and sitting down next to him. He peeks up at you through his fingers.

“....Really?”

“Really.”

“Even though I messed it all up?”

“Yes!” You reply, laughing a bit

“Yosuke, you could’ve rolled down the hill and fell into a bin like the day we met each other, and I would still like you. Because no matter what you think, you always try your best, you’re always there to support your friends, and you always make my day better with your jokes.”

“...heh. Thanks (Y/N).” He finally responds, sitting up from his slouch and exhaling deeply, looking towards the sky.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out about the whole confession thing not being perfect. It just that… I lost the chance to tell Saki how I really felt. I just wanted it to be perfect for you. Because you deserve it.” He turns to you and gives you a sad smile.

“Oh, Yosuke. That’s why you were looking sad all week. I know you really cared for Saki. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to tell her everything you wanted to tell her.”

“Thanks. I know I’m still getting over her. So I’m sorry if sometimes I’m not entirely in the moment. But I really do like you (Y/N). And I hope I can prove I’m not a complete dork and worth the effort.”

Laughing, you hug one another in the rain, holding each other like you were the only two people in the entire world. Like the rain wasn’t soaking through your uniforms. Like the rain didn’t even exist.

“I’m sure that you will. Now come on, let’s get out of this rain and get some food before we catch colds and have to get taken care of by Teddy.”

“Oh god! I can’t think of anything worse!” Yosuke chuckles. So, grabbing his hand, you lead him off of the roof of Junes, and head inside, hoping to grab something to eat to round out the day. It may have not gone as perfectly as he liked. But he had to admit, the days’ disasters ended up making his confession quite magical anyway.

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Patching Up (Akihiko x Reader)

Summary: After an intense fight against Arcana Hermit, and dealing with Chidori on the roof, the group of heads back to the dorms to figure out what’s next. Burs someone is hiding how hurt they truly are, and you’re not about to let him suffer in silence.

Authors Note: By the way, this beautiful art was made by @noctilin. If you like it, please consider taking a look at their work and following them!

“I can’t believe I didn’t sense Chidori. It’s my only power, and yet…”

Fuuka’s sentence drifts off as she loses herself in thought. The rest of the group have gone on ahead to deal with Chidori and check on Junpei, so right now it was just you reassuring Fuuka as you both descend the stairs to join them.

“Cheer up Fuuka!” It’s probably like Ikutski said, she must have some connection with this Medea persona that blocks her from being sensed, just like you use Lucia to scan Tartarus.”

“Maybe, but still… They were on the roof and I didn’t even know! Who knows what could’ve happened to Junpei in all that time”

“None of us knew either, so don’t feel too bad about it. It just means we all have to work harder to make sure nothing like this happens again. And we can do that together!”

“You’re right… Thanks (Y/N). Now come on, the others are probably waiting for us.”

With a quick hug on the second floor, the pair of you rush down to the ground floor. And just like Fuuka guessed, everyone was sitting on the sofas and resting themselves

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” Mitsuru sighs, as she sits up more on the armchair she’s occupied, now that she sees the two of you enter the room.

“Yeah, I hope Junpei is ok, he went straight to his room after the whole thing… Not that I’m worried or anything, he always bounces back from things.” Yukari contributes, laying on one of the sofas she and Ken are sharing.

“Well, we’ll have to speak about it with him in the morning. I’m sure that he just wants to get some rest after this whole ordeal that’s happened today. In the meantime, Aigis and Ikutski are escorting her to the hospital and we can question her tomorrow as well. Akihiko, are you able to come with me to do that?”

“...What? Oh yeah, sure, no problem…” Akihiko replies from the other sofa distractedly.

Taking note of this, you glance at Akihiko from your place, leaning on the other armchair were Makoto is sitting. Outwardly, he looks like he usually does; itching for the next fight and making sure everyone’s ok. But he’s crossing his arms across his chest… and grabbing one of his sides?

“In that case, I suggest we all get some rest and prepare for tomorrow. It may not be a school day, but there’s lots to do tomorrow, and we need to plan our next move against Strega and whatever it is they plan to do. Goodnight everyone.” And having wished everyone a goodnight, she heads upstairs to her room.

Slowly, everyone says their goodnights as well, making their way upstairs to their respected rooms… except for Akihiko. As you’re about to make your way upstairs as well, you realize Akihiko is just sitting on the sofa, as if he’s waiting for everyone to go before he does. Knowing that he likes privacy, but not willing to let him suffer in silence, you wait until you can’t hear your friends anymore and head back towards him.

“Hey, are you ok? I noticed you grabbing your side while Mitsuru was talking.” You asked, trying to lower your voice as to not scare him or alert your friends. But it seems that it didn’t work, as he still jumped a little at your voice.

“Oh (Y/N)! I thought you’d gone with the others. No, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” He replied, trying to get up off of the sofa. But as he straightened up, he winced a bit and grabbed his side again. As soon as you saw that, you were by his side, gently supporting him as he leans against the arm of the sofa.

“You’re clearly not as fine as you think you are. What’s wrong with your side?” You asked, trying not to touch his side in case it hurts.

“It’s nothing (Y/N), it’s probably just a combination of the battering the hermit gave us and the match this afterno-”

“YOU HAD A MATCH THE DAY YOU KNEW YOU WERE FIGHTING TOUGH SHADOWS!?!?” You exclaimed, sitting him down on the sofa again and rushing to the kitchen for the first aid box.

“I have to get stronger somehow! It’s good to get practice in whenever I can, especially if the shadows are getting stronger.” He sighed, exasperated at what he believes is an over-exaggeration of the situation.

“Come on Aki... You need to take care of yourself sometimes too. You can’t just worry about everyone’s health. Now let me take care of you.” You reply, almost pleading with him as you return with the first aid box and open it up.

“...Fine. But only because it’s you.” Blushing, and refusing to look you in the eye, he gingerly takes off his school vest and carefully lifts up his shirt to expose his left side.

You can see that he put in the work at training because his side is bruised to hell and back. His side is covered in blue, purple and yellow bruises from what must have been training with his coach, and you can also see where the hermit must have bashed it as well, because there are faint lines of red scratches there as well, as if his wirey arms scraped across it. You can’t believe he didn’t scream out in pain during the fight, and you almost want to argue with him more about how he needs to rest, but you know he’ll just say he needs to get stronger. So biting your lip for the moment, you get the bandages and the ointment and gently wrap up his wound, taking care not to make him wince. After you’re done patching him up, he puts down his shirt and grabs his vest, still not looking you in the eye yet.

“I know you don’t like the fuss Aki, I just don’t like it when you get hurt and focus on everyone else. You deserve to be taken care of too. You don’t always have to be the strong, unbreaking senior all the time.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him, which he returns almost immediately.

“I know… and I’m working on allowing others to help me when there’s a problem I can’t sort on my own,” He slowly pulls away from the hug to look at your face and smiles down at you. “I just don’t want to cause a fuss because of my injuries. I’m a boxer, I’m used to being injured at this point.”

“Then instead of thinking it as a fuss, how about we make it into a challenge then! We don’t have school tomorrow, so if you promise to rest up, and stop worrying about everyone else’s health, I’ll take you Hagakure Ramen for beef bowls. My treat!”

“...Heh, I’ll take you up on that offer. After me and Mitsuru question Chidori at the hospital, we can go.” He agrees, ruffling your hair and getting up from the sofa and heading to his room.

“Great! But you know the deal, you’ve gotta rest, so go to bed!” You exclaim, chicking a pillow at him from the sofa.

“ Hey! Same goes for you! Otherwise, you’re a hypocrite!” He laughs, catching the pillow and chucking it right back at you, noticing the tiredness in your eyes as well. And just on cue, a yawn escapes your mouth, making him laugh even more.

“C’mon, we could both do with the rest.” He finishes, pulling you up from the sofa and heading upstairs to your respective rooms with you. And with a quick hug and a kiss to the temple from Akihiko when you reach the second floor, you head to bed, thinking about everything that’s transpired today and how on earth you and your friends are going to take the next steps to beat these shadows and Strega.

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A Battle of Fire & Ice (Gundham x Reader)

Summary: It’s just another day at Hope’s Peak Academy and class has just ended. Being a Super High School Level Seamstress, you have got lots of work to do at home. But on this snowy day, it seems like the dark devas of destruction will not let you have your way...

“Aaaaaaaaand that’s going to wrap up today’s lesson students. Now don’t forget about the individual high school level homework I’ve set you, and I’ll see you all tomorrow. Stay safe everyone!” Our homeroom teacher; Ms Yukizome said cheerily as the rest of us started packing up our things to head home. While some of the other students were chatting to each other, or listening unwillingly to Gundam’s monologue, I was desperate to get home. As the Super High School Level Seamstress, I had two dresses and a skirt to finish for one of my clients on top of the homework the teacher just set us. I know they say there’s no rest for the wicked, but this is just ridiculous! So quickly packing my rucksack, I rush out the door before I could be dragged into any of my classmate’s shenanigans.

It had been snowing quite a bit during class, and it began snowing again as I passed through the school gates. While it was very pretty to look at, and gave me an idea for a snow-themed wedding dress, it was impeding my progress home and making me slip about the place (apart from sliding down the hill, which was pretty fun). And to top to all off, I had left my gloves at home. So breathing on my hands to warm them up a bit, I quickly put them into the pocket of the custom made patchwork coat I had made myself… only to be met with something warm… and fuzzy?

*Squeak!*

“...I swear to god if this is what I think this is… I don’t have time for this.” I thought to myself as I very slowly picked up the mystery object. And sure enough, as I opened my hand, I saw a chubby, orange hamster in my hand. And if there was one, the other three would surely be in my other pockets too.

“...GOD DAMN IT GUNDAM!” I shouted to no-one in particular, considering my way home was completely void of people, as it usually was. So, breathing in a calming breath, I put Cham-P back in the pocket they came from, checked my others to confirm the other dark devas were there, turned around and stomped back up the hill I just slid down.

As I stomped back to the classroom, I thought about how Gundam and his hamsters (sorry… “Dark Devas of Destruction”) had repeatedly been annoying you lately. Not only were his monologues distracting during lessons, but his hamsters always managed to somehow either get into a pocket of mine or sit on some fabric I’m cutting up during school time for a project. Normally I can catch them and put them back on his desk before he noticed, but with how busy I’ve been lately, I’m clearly off my game. He might be a friend of mine, but today was not the day for thing kind of thing, and he needs to learn to take more control of them. Thinking of what I was going to say to him as I turned into the corridor where our classroom was, I could already hear Gundam babbling nonsense about losing them in the theatrical way he does, and as I slid the door open, I could see most of my classmates were around, looking in desks and draws for them.

“Oh, where could my dark devas have spirited off to? This is clearly the work of some demon conspiring against my plans for world domination!”

“Gundam, calm down before I make you calm down! You’re giving me an earache!” Fuyuhiko shouted from his place at the lockers. The fact that he had dragged the rest of the class into his problem really pissed me off, so I slammed the door to make everyone notice me and turn to face me. Once I had everyone’s attention, I quickly walked up to Gundam and took my coat off, holding it in my hands.

“Gundam, you might be my friend, but for the love of god take your hamsters out of my pockets and try to keep better control of them! I had to trek all the way back here and I was almost home!” I said grumpily, moving my coat closer to his face to make my point. With trembling fingers, he went to the pockets he heard squeaking coming from and withdrew his precious friends.

“Oh, my dark devas! You must not do that again! In what manner did they materialize into your pockets (Y/N)? Was it a trickster demon apparating them into your coat linings?” He asked, very seriously. If it was anyone else, I’d think he was being sarcastic and walk away. But this was Gundam we were talking about. His mind melds reality and imagination together into the perfect little world for him.

With a resigned sigh, I just put my coat back on and start to walk away, I had too much to do today to entertain Gundam’s occultist talk. So I left, only saying what I thought would clearly be taken as a joke, in a clearly sarcastic tone.

“I dunno Gundam. Maybe I’m actually an overlord of fire, and they’re attracted to my warmth?”

Little did I know, this one sentence would be like the opening of pandora’s box to Gundam. Because no sooner had I closed the door behind me, he immediately slammed it open and closed again and started to bombard me with questions.

“You are truly an overlord of fire?” “With whom have you signed the ancient contact?” “Was is the archangel Archanos?... I bet it was…” “You have plans to mould this mortal realm for your own? I demand as your superior to know what these are! Lest they interfere with my own desires.” “You have dark designs to take my dark devas for your own!?!” “Can dark devas even be taken over by another overlord?”

That last question was mostly to himself, but he was getting on my nerves There are some days I can take his overbearing personality, but the way he was speaking...that was the last straw. So as soon as we got to the gates, I whirled around to face him.

“So what if I was??? What would you actively get from this? If you’re this supreme overlord of ice, surely it wouldn’t matter, since you could quash me with a flick of your wrist! Everyone knows ice could beat fire in a heartbeat. So surely the real question is...what do you want?”

We just stared at each other in silence, Gundam clearly in shock, as I had never raised my voice at him, and me trying to calm down, the stress of everything recently clearly getting to me. Thinking I wasn’t going to get an answer from him, and a cold shoulder tomorrow, I start heading home, hoping I can finally go home and start on my work. But he grabs my coat sleeve. Which is weird because I know he has a thing about people touching him and touching others.

“...If you were… what you claim to be… then it would finally mean someone knows what it is like, to be gifted this blessing and curse. It would mean you know the responsibility of the power that you hold. And… it would mean what I always thought… that you, (Y/N), are one of the few souls in this world that truly understand me for who I am.”

At that point, you turned around, looking to see that Gundam had covered his face with his other hand and his trademark scarf. But even then you could see the way he couldn’t look at you properly, and the blush that had made it’s way to his cheeks. And more than that, the hope that filled his eyes that someone might truly get him and not just play along for the sakes of his feelings.

Maybe he truly was an overlord of ice, for in that moment, all the anger and frustration that you held immediately washed away and dampened out, because how could you push away a friend in such a vicious manner as you just tried to do. So, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a hug, no matter the walls he was trying to tear down, you took the hand that was still gripped onto your coat sleeve and patted it in a calming manner. “Oh, Gundam… I’m sorry for snapping at you like I did. I just have a lot on my plate at the moment. You know how it is with patrons demanding the world of you and then some.” You joked, which managed t draw a small, hidden smile to his face.

“I have to get home now and get through as much work as I can. But if it helps, I do understand the struggles you hold. Maybe we can talk more about it tomorrow?” You smiled, squeezing his hand in comfort.

“Yes.. of course. There’s always tomorrow.” He agreed. And with that, he slowly let go of your sleeve. And with one last goodbye and hand squeeze, you ran off back home, unbeknownst to you that Gundam was still watching you from the hill as you ran, like a moth to a flame.

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Our Little Secret (Rantaro X Reader)

Summary: With exams going on at both Hopes Peak Academy and the reserve course building, you hadn’t had a lot of time to hang out with your dear friend; Rantaro. So when he invites you to hang out on the weekend, you immediately agree. Now you rush down to the meeting spot, wondering what kind of adventures you were going to get involved with today...

The summer heat was scorching as you ran down the road towards the park. You promised Rantaro that you’d meet him today to hang out and get ice-cream together. Which was a good idea now that the weather had decided to go from cloudy to immediately boiling hot. Of course, you left your house fifteen minutes early because you were so excited about it. Your schedules had been so busy with exams coming up, especially with him attending Hopes Peak Academy, and hadn’t been able to meet up after school for ages, so you were excited to see him.

As soon as you got to the park, you ran immediately to your usual meeting place and sat in the shade of a giant willow tree by the lake. The sun reflected beautifully off of the water as you stared off into space, thinking about all the other fun times you had here with Rantaro and his sisters, like the giant family picnic he organised and the nights you wandered the streets at night, just to see where the best place was to sit and stargaze. The pair of you had been thick as thieves ever since the day you met in kindergarten, and you couldn’t wait to see him and catch up on everything that happened. And it was in the state of daydreaming that you didn’t notice the boat sailing towards you, turning in such a way that caused the water to splash onto your shoes. Startling yourself upright, you immediately looked around to see what happened, only to notice your green-haired friend, waiting by the lake.

“Daydreaming again are we (Y/N)?” He laughed as he was tying the rope to a nearby rock to keep the boat nearby.

“How did you even manage to sneak up on me like that? It’s not like boats are even that quiet.” You giggled, walking up to him and giving him a big hug, which he returned in kind.

“God, I've missed you Rantato. How’s everything been going at the academy?”

“Missed you too (Y/N). Just got one last exam and we’re home free. What about you? Must be just as hard on the reserve course right?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. All these general studies exams are killing me. But enough about all that, what’s with the boat? You never take it out unless you’re on a job?” You asked, walking towards the sleek white sailing boat you knew to be his pride and joy.

“I know, but since we’ve both been working so hard, I thought that we should forget all of our worries for a while and just go on an adventure like we used to as kids.” He grinned, jumping onto the deck of the boat.

“An adventure and ice-cream!?! You really know how to treat a girl.” You laughed, jumping onto the deck, missing the blush that appeared on his cheeks as you went to look at what was inside the cabin.

And just like that, after untying the ropes from the rock that kept the boat there, the two of you were off, zigzagging across the lake. With the breeze in your hair and the spray from the sides splashing the pair of you, you sailed across the whole lake, laughing and swinging from the mast, forgetting all about the exams and how much you had missed each other. It was just you and him in this moment. Just the way it used to be. As you looked behind you to see if he need any help with the steering, you suddenly noticed a mischievous look on his face.

“What is it?” You asked, jumping down from your place on top of the cabin and looking in the same direction he was looking in.

“Notice that river that runs off of the lake?” He asked pointing towards an area that headed straight towards the forest attached to the park.

“Want to see where it leads?” He asked, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. As if he had to ask you. He already knew what you were going to say.

“Lead the way captain.” You replied, ruffling up his already messed up hair and preparing to lower the sails.

The way the river flowed ended up taking you both down a path full of trees, shading you from the midday sun, as you listened to the birds in the trees and the cicadas on the tree trunk. As you sailed through, Rantato talked about the friends he made back at the academy, and how one of them would definitely have liked the atmosphere here, which is when you both noticed the cave hidden amongst the trees.

“...You thinking what I’m thinking Rantaro?” You asked, giving him the side-eye as he returned the same gesture to you.

“...We go investigate this potential pirates cove and see what’s inside?”

“You know me too well Rantaro.” You giggled, which only made him smirk at you.

So anchoring the boat again, you both went scampering into the forest back to where you saw the cave. It was dark, but luckily Rantato came prepared with a flashlight. It was a decent-sized space, tall enough for you both to stand up into your full height. While you were investigating the walls for any potential cave paintings or cool graffiti, he was looking at the floor for any animal tracks.

“Well, it doesn't look like there are any tracks here. This cave’s completely abandoned.” Rantaro stayed, swinging the beam of his flashlight towards you.

“This is perfect! This place can be our spot. Our little secret! We could fill it up with blankets and pillows, and just chill here whenever we want!” You rambled on, getting excited about what this place could be.

“Yeah! We could bring snacks and books and other things so we can escape here anytime we want!” He laughed, coming closer to you and shining the torch at the wall so you could get a better view.

“Thank you so much for today Rantaro, this has got to be one of the better adventures we’ve been on to date!” You exclaimed, turning to face him, only just noticing how close he was to you, and awkwardly laughing off how you’d almost head-butted his chest.

“No worries… and thank you too (Y/N).” He said, smiling at you with a look he’d never quite given you before.

“Huh? For what? You asked, puzzled about what he could ever thank you for.

“For everything! For being my friend, for sticking up for me and my sisters when we were little. For helping get through some of the hardest times in my life when my sisters went missing. I really thought I was the worst big brother ever. But you stuck by me, showing me that it wasn’t my fault, that nothing I could have done would’ve prevented what happened then, and for promising to help me find them one day. I don’t think you know how much you truly mean to me. And I just…” He trailed off, looking down at the ground and rubbing the back of his head as if he had to collect all of his thoughts together.

“Rantaro?” You said, trying to encourage him to finish, but that just made him sigh, look back at you, and take a step closer.

“You know I’m not the best with words, so maybe.. I can show you how much you mean to me instead.” And with that, he leant down and kissed you.

At first, you were shocked. Of course you fancied him, but you were so sure that he viewed you like one of his sisters. And you were content with that, knowing that you’d always have each other’s back. But slowly, you began to kiss him back. He tasted like summer, all warmth and citrus, and it felt like it was only you two in the entire world, as if the city didn’t exist just a mile or two away. Eventually, you both had to break for air and ended up staring into each other’s eyes.

“I really...really like you (Y/N). And if it’s ok with you, I’d like us to be more than friends? It’s ok if you don’t though. I’ll always be your friend. He finally finished, looking shyly away from you, which was totally out of character for him, which you knew meant he was telling the truth.

“I like you too Rantaro. Now come on, let’s go celebrate with some ice-cream!”

And with that, you gave him one last kiss and grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the boat, unable to wait to celebrate what had just happened and what you both would do with your new favourite meeting spot, the cove that would always be his and your little secret.

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A Chance To Jam (Nathan Sharp X Reader)

Summary: Waking up first thing in the morning, all you want to do is grab your guitar and jam out to some of your favourite songs. Unfortunately, fate has other ideas, as your guitar strings decide to break. And so, you go out to get some new strings...

Waking up to a weekend with no plans could be considered a luxury to you, with work constantly asking you to do extra shifts and overtime. And while the extra income is good, what you really wanted right now is some free time to do what you want, when you want. So when you wake up on that Saturday morning, with no surprise texts from your boss, you leap from your bed and immediately head towards your living room. Because you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You’re going to rock out like there’s no tomorrow!

Picking up your electric guitar from its stand and flopping down onto your sofa, you immediately start to fiddle with the pegs, preparing your beauty for the first song you want to play that day; Abandon Ship by Greek Fire. You begin on a high, playing through the beginning solo, singing your heart out on the chorus and getting up to dance along with the second verse. And it was going so well… until you got to the climax of the song. Just as you're about to play the solo before the final chorus, one of the guitar strings breaks with a twang.

“Well that’s annoying.” you think, quickly coming off of the high you just had playing such an energetic piece.

So you end up hunting around your apartment looking to see if you have any spare strings around, only to remember you used the last one when you were playing High Hopes with your best friend, promising yourself you’d get a new set the next day. Except you didn’t, because your boss made you work overtime next day… and the next… until it slipped your mind that you needed them in the first place.

“Oh well, it’ll do me good to get out and visit Oldburg. It’s been quite a while.” You thought as you shrugged to yourself.

Which was how you ended up eating a quick breakfast, getting dressed and walking down to the town centre, heading straight towards Wreck’em Records; an instrument and record shop specialising in alternative music records. And as you enter the shop, the cracked bell dinging the best that it could, you could immediately see old Olburg fiddling with something on the counter. He was a hulking biker looking guy, with a bushy grey beard and long hair. You met him a couple of days after moving to LA, trying to get your bearings of the town and stumbling across this little shop. And ever since, you’ve been one of his most loyal customers. Which is why when he sees you come in, he immediately drops whatever he was fiddling and comes around to hug you.

“(Y/N)! Good to see you! Thought you might’ve gone missing there for a second. Was just about to call the police!” He joked, releasing you from his bear hug and walking back to the counter.

“Yeah, sorry it’s been so long. Work’s got me working day and night with the staff shortage going on.”

“Don’t I know it. You should really quit that place you know. You shouldn’t have to work like a dog because they chopped people for profit. But I know you don't want to waste your precious day off talking about work. What can I do for ya?”

“Thanks. I just need some guitar strings.”

“Ahhhh. Gone through another set already have you? There should be some in the back. Feel free to look at the new guitars I just got in. No ones here at the moment, so it’s not like you’d be bothering anyone if you tested them out for me.” And with a knowing wink, he left for the backroom to see if he did actually have guitar strings.

Thankful that for once you got permission before immediately doing it anyway, you grabbed a sleek looking red and white guitar and started playing a few rifts, before settling on playing a quieter version of Paulina by The Dreadnoughts, just in case someone came in. Wouldn’t want to disturb any other customers for Oldburg now, would we? And just like at home, you got lost in the energy and power the song had, singing quietly to yourself and tapping your foot to the rhythm. But unlike back at home, you managed to finish the song without issue. Just as you were putting the guitar back, you were startled by a sudden clapping behind you. You don’t remember hearing that beaten up bell go off?

“Wooo! That was some good playing! What song was that?” The stranger asked, coming over from where he was leaning on the counter. You laughed awkwardly to yourself and said the song’s name as you took in this new person.

He looked like the kind of person you noticed coming into Wreck’em Records, and you might have actually seen him before here. But his black hair and ear stretchers didn’t seem familiar to you. Not that you were complaining. He suited the look well, with the confidence of someone who fully knew who they were and what they stood for.

“Well, That was quite the show! I’ll have to look that song up when I get back. I’m Nate by the way.” He says, sticking his hand out to shake.

“(Y/N)! Always nice to meet someone who likes this kind of music.” You reply, shaking his hand, causing him to smile at your comment.

“Tell me about it. These your guitars?” He asks, trailing a hand down the neck of a black and white copy of the guitar you just used.

“Nah, they’re Oldburg’s, the owners. I was just playing them while I was waiting for him to come back with some guitar strings. Where is he anyway?” You wondered, looking around to see if he too was going to sneak up behind you.

“Sweet! He wouldn’t mind if I tried this one out, right?” He asked, slinging the strap over his shoulder and tuning it up. He clearly knew what he was doing.

“Go for it, Mr music man.” You laughed, hopping up on the counter to watch the show.

And with one final smirk, that’s exactly what he did. He started playing a song that you’d never heard of but hit you in your very core. It was energetic and powerful and everything you loved in a song. He bounced and tossed his head to the tune. And that’s when you knew that you needed to know about this man. Whether that meant being just a friend, or whatever else came your way. Just as you finished this thought, he ended his set, and you started clapping energetically.

“That was sick Nate! I’ve never heard that song before!” You beamed, jumping off of the counter and walking towards him.

“Thanks! It’s actually one of my own songs. I’m planning to release it later, once I polish it up a bit more.” He grins, scratching his head and putting the guitar back.

“Fucking hell, I’ve got two rockstar aficionados now. Oi (Y/N)! Who’s your new mate?” Oldburg asks, walking in backwards while carrying armfuls of guitar wire.”

“Oh, this is Nate! Nate, this is Oldburg, the guy who owns the shop.” You introduce the pair to each other and they shake hands.

“Nate...Oh! You’re the guy who wanted to fix the loose tuning pegs on his guitar! I’m almost done with it, just gotta give the lady her strings. Sorry it took so long (Y/N), they got buried under all the spare parts that came in today.” He laughs, handing you the strings as you put the money on the counter.

“No worries, just meant I could have more fun here. Found some new songs to listen to as well.” You laughed, throwing Nate a look that made him grin.

“Hey (Y/N)! Before you go, you mind giving me your number? You play really well, and it’d be cool to jam out sometimes, or just hang out if that’s more your thing.” Nate asked as he fiddled with the phone he just pulled out of his back pocket.

“Oh, sure! It’d be awesome to play with you sometime, and maybe you can recommend me some new bands too.” You smile, quickly pulling out your phone and exchanging numbers with him.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. Guitar ain’t gonna string itself up! Talk to you later Nate! Bye Oldburg!” You grin, heading out of the shop, but not before giving him one last wave to the pair of them.

“What a surprisingly good morning this has been!” You thought to yourself, as you ran down the high street towards your house, unable to wait to jam out some more back and to see what happened next

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Raining Once Again (England X Reader)

Summary: After another disastrous world meeting, you find yourself trying to calm your best friend (and long time crush), Arthur. But after being caught in the rain that England is known for, he's about to break from all the troubles of the day. At least he would if you weren't there.

"Why must you be so bloody annoying!?!"

"Moi? Annoying? I think you will find that it iz you that is being ze annoying one! You black sheep of Europe! "

"Shut it you frog!"

"Now now! No need to get so angry. What would (Y/N) say to all this hostility?"

"What the hell would you know!?!"

"Ohonhonhon! Iz little Angleterre getting a bit flustered?"

"Fuck off you condescending twat!"

Once again, England and France were at each other's throats, making for an even less productive world meeting than usual. Everyone was just sitting there, watching what was going on since even Germany couldn't get them to break up the fight. Hell, America even ran to his car to get the popcorn he was saving for just an occasion. You sighed, slumping lower into your seat. How had this fight even started? You didn't know. All you knew was that they were whispering to each other, and then the next minute, they were strangling each other. You liked the pair good enough, but their constant arguing was starting to get on your nerves, even if the British gentlemen was one of your best friends. Why couldn't they just make peace with each other and just stay out of each other's way?

"THAT IS ENOUGH! This meeting isn't going anywhere, as per usual! So we might as well be more productive with our time and end this meeting until tomorrow. And there better be no arguing or screwing around in tomorrow's meeting!" Germany shouted, using the authority he was so well known for.

"Awww! But there we're just getting to the good part!" America argued, flinging another bit of popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth with expert precision.

"I agree with Germany. For once, I would like to get things done in a meeting. But with the tension and fighting going on, I fear we will not be as productive as we could be. So why don't we all take a breather from the situation and regroup tomorrow?" You suggested, acknowledging everyone's gaze in the room with a stare, begging one of them to make a counter-argument.

"Well put (Y/N). Now, this meeting is adjourned until tomorrow morning. Don't be late!" Germany finished, before stacking his papers and making a beeline for the door, Italy happily going after him as if he hadn't just shouted at everyone.

With that, everyone started to leave the room, no longer interested in what England and France were doing. And after one whispered comment from the Frenchman to the Englishman, France was soon out of the door as well. Leaving just you and him in the room. You could still see the frustration in his movements and the bottled up emotions in his glittering eyes. You knew you had to do something to calm down the Brit. After all, what kind of best friend would you be if you didn't? So after gathering all of your things together, you made your way across to his side of the table.

"You ok?" You asked, silently standing by, expecting some kind of sarcastic comment from your friend of almost a year.

"Oh! (Y/N). I thought you would have left already with the others. But, yes, I'm fine now that France isn't here anymore." He replied, turning his body towards you, giving you a smile that you knew was fake. From the look on his face, he didn't want to talk about what just happened. So you wouldn't

"Well, if you're sure. You heading straight home?"

"Definitely. I could do with a bit of time to relax on my own."

"Well then. Let's head on out."

The two of you left the room, talking about other, more entertaining topics. Like how you had just finished The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes that England had lent to you a couple of weeks ago, discussing your favourite cases and moments in the series. For a while, you had him in as calm a state as he could be in, evening getting a smile and a joke from him. Such a shame that the world works against those trying to do good. Because by the time that it took to get from the meeting room to the front entrance, it had started to rain. Heavily. For a while the two of you stared at the expanse of London's streets, now having a more sombre look to them in the grey effect that the rain and the clouds gave.

"I didn't bring an umbrella."

"Neither did I." 

The two of you stared at each other, unsure of what to do. Should you make a run to your own cars, or just wait until the rain lets up? England seemed to make the choice for you, as he went and sat on the stairs that were covered by the stone canopy of the meeting centre, mumbling a few obscenities as he did so. Following suit, you sat down next to him, catching the last of his mumblings.

"...Why of all days did these problems have to happen today?"

"You're not ok at all, are you?" You asked, placing a hand on his back in a comforting manner, causing him to flinch a bit.

"It...It's nothing love. Don't worry about it." He replied, glancing at you before staring out at the rain again.

"England. I-"

"Arthur."

"Huh?" You questioned when he cut you off with something so simple as a name.

"My human name is Arthur. You don't have to keep calling me after my personification you know." He stated, turning to look at you as he held his head in one of his hands.

"...Well, Arthur. You know you can tell me what's wrong, right? We've been friends for so long now. I'd feel bad if you were hiding your feelings without anyone to talk about them with."

At this statement, his eyes widened, taken aback by the sincerity and kindness in your voice. No-one had ever truly been interested in what troubled him. Hell, even though he was close to America, he would just change the subject after he was done venting, not wanting to have a serious conversation. But here you are, taking an interest in not only the good in him but the bad as well. But he remembered his place. He was a gentleman! He couldn't complain about his worries. Especially to the person that he cared for so much.

"It's nothing I can't get over (Y/N). I will be okay. I promise." He answered, sure that his constant denial would deter his companion from asking any more questions.

"...You're lying." You whispered, taking note of his widened eyes again.

"What?"

"You're lying. You're just going to suppress your emotions and show up normally tomorrow. It isn't healthy to do that Arthur, and I'm worried that one day, you're going to explode and hurt yourself if you keep doing that. I don't care if your troubles are small or not. So please, just tell me what's wrong." You finished, scooting closer to him, placing your hand on top of his in a soothing gesture, not wanting the man that you cared so much about to feel like he was alone in his time of need.

He tried to fight his feelings, to contain them and to stop them from spilling out to ears that shouldn't have to worry about his problems. But with just one sentence, he broke. Anger, sadness, stress and worry came spilling out of his mouth as he grasped your hands in his as if you were his lifeline. He talked about how tired he was of fighting with France and sometimes even America. How annoying it was for everyone to judge him for his past mistakes and not focusing on the present. How everyone thought he was insane because he could see mythical creatures, that he proved were real by showing you, Romania and Norway. It felt so good to get it all off his chest, so he couldn't stop himself until he was utterly done. But afterwards, he looked into your (E/C) eyes, pulling you into a tight hug, ignoring how hard his heart was hammering against his chest.

"It's ok Arthur. I'm glad that you told me about all that. I'll help make sure that all of your worries are put to rest. You can count on me."

"You have no idea how much better I feel just talking to you about all of this (Y/N). It means the world to me that you would even listen to me."

"That's what I'm here for. And don't worry. No matter what happens, whether you get into more arguments or are put into a difficult position, I'll always be here for you. Don't forget that." You promised, looking up at him with heated cheeks and a smile you reserved only for him.

That last statement made him realise that not only did he care about you, but that he was head over heels for you. And of course, he was on a roll today with letting his emotions go, so he had no restraint for what he did next. Cupping your head with his hands, he bent his head down and kissed you. At first, you were surprised. But you quickly melted into the kiss, revelling in how his lips were soft, tasting like the tea he was drinking during the meeting. But as all things must end, you two needed to breathe, breaking apart from your kiss, touching foreheads as you recovered yourselves.

"...(Y/N)...I like you. A lot. And I'm sorry if that was a bit sudden. I just-"

"It's ok Arthur. I feel the same way as you. I'm just glad you feel that same way." You said, silencing him with a finger to his lips.

And you two sat there, smiling at each other like there wasn't a care in the world. Not noticing that the rain had finally stopped a while ago, or that the sun was starting to set in the sky. All the two of you cared about was each other, and how happy the two of you were at that moment.