[TOKYO REVENGERS] Night out (Ran Haitani x Reader)
Additional tags: Established relationship, reader is described to also wear plaits, it's a very short shitty thing I wrote from the hospital (bc im also an ao3 poster and the curse will get to you), Not proofread at all.
It wasnt even 2 am and you had already been dancing for hours, deodorant had abandoned everyone in the club but none of you could give a shit. Your friend was dancing like only she could, vibing to the music from minute one. You, on the other hand, had spent the evening either in the mosh pit or catching your breath to get back in.
You had arrived with two long plaits which you had undone a couple of times when the music hit right (making sure to rebraid them again after a while, because—God—was the heat killing you).
You knew Ran would probably be here by now because you had talked about it sometime this week (He asked what you were wearing. To judge you.), but you hadn't seen him yet. You'd text him next time you took a break or something.
And thus, when none of your friends could handle the heat anymore you stepped out of the dancefloor for a bathroom break.
The air felt much lighter the further you got from the pit, your scent finally being able to remember the underlying smell of whatever cinnamon fragance the club used. You sat on the sofa and checked your messages while one of your friends refilled a water bottle.
Ran:
Are you there yet?
Nvm I see you.
I'm in one of the booths to the right, come say hi.
The last message was from around 15 minutes ago.
Hey
You still there? I think im done dancing for a bit.
Messages took a while to send because of the poor signal. You put your phone back in your pocket and accepted the water your friend offered you.
You waited for your other friend to come out of a stall and walked back outside, letting your friends know you were going to look for Ran.
The club wasn't so big, so once you focused on looking for him he wasn'thard to find. You approached him and tapped his shoulder. Calling him would have been useless since the music was too loud to hear anything other than yelling.
He leaned his head back lazily, his eyes focused when he recognised you and it drew a faint smile from him, he mouthed a 'hello'. You grinned and leant forward to talk in his ear "Can I sit with you?".
You sat by him, moving your legs so they rest across his lap. You figet with one of his braids and rest you head on his shoulder so you can speak directly into his ear.
"I had never seen you with your hair loose before..." It's the first thing he says as he rest a hand on your legs. "You really do have a ton of hair." His other hand finds one of your braids. "We're matching." He smirks.
You chuckle "Don't flattered yourself, I been wearing these since I was a kid."
"Ain't that charming? It's as if it was meant to be." He teases lightly and brushes you face playfully with the end of your own plait. He drops it and drags a sigh. "If only our signs were compatible..."
You don't endorse his babbling and just peck his neck. "I won't stay for much longer" he continues "I'm getting tired already."
"How are you getting home? The metro will be closed until around five am and you can't drive."
"Rindou will drive me." He says it as it's the most obvious thing.
"You're going to call him at three in the morning to come pick you up...?" Gods, he really is unsufferable. "How does your brother put up with you" you wonder out loud.
"Huh?? Like he has a choice." He sounds so offended by the notion, you can't help but snicker.
[LOVE THROUGH A PRISM] From Now On (Peter Anthony/nameless!Oc)
Additional tags: established relationship, reader-insert friendly character, 3rd person pov, she/her pronouns for reader-insert character.
Before today all news she had had regarding where Peter may had gone were a couple of lines in a simple letter. “There’s something I want to do. I’ll be gone for a while, don’t worry about me.” Which should be concerning given Peter’s writings tend to be oh so eloquent; after what had happened at The Old Duchess, though, it wasn’t so strange.
The sun was already dawning when she found him waiting by her door. A smile came naturally.—“You're back.”—She reached for her keys and held the door for him after going in.
“Yes."—He seems to be at ease, nothing like what he had been like the weeks prior to his leave.—"I’ll be attending class tomorrow. I figured I should come see you first.”
“Tea?”
He set his bag on a chair—“Yes, please.”
They waited for the water to boil and sat at the kitchen table.
He sips from his cup—“I’m leaving the academy.”
"Really? Do you not want to paint anymore?"
"I was right when I said I'm not an artist, I am mediocre. But now that I've managed to accept that I can finally move forward. I've been accepted to King's College, I'll be studying economics."—He said it so serenely but the reaction he got was, foreseeably, one of shock.
"King's College?! How?—I mean, you're brilliant, yet..."—She took an instance to collect her thoughts, her expression remained surprise, he found it to be a funny one. She was about to say something again when her brows twisted her face into one of distate.—"Economics? Do you hate yourself? I cant of anything less fascinating than that."—She had more to say so he just gazed at her in, if we allow the oxymoron, bored amusement. That kind of endearment one cant hide when they are exposed to a loved one's stubbornness or harmless flaws. —"It is quite the change, are you sure?"
"I've had time to think. I want to travel—Oh, all this time I've been with my father, that's why.—It is also art related, or culture really, and I'll learn to paint without the pressure of depending on it, I'll learn to enjoy it."
By now she was resting her face on her fist. It was such a relief to see him like this.—"You'll be staying in London, then?"
He nodded.—"What about you? Are you leaving at the end of the year?"
"Much sooner, with the upcoming war and all, I'll be sailing back home next month or so. Even if I hadn't been asked to I would've either way, my mother is terribly worried."
"At least it's not so far, letters wont take long to arrive. Dorothy is going to have a lot of trouble contacting Lily."
"Once the war is over I'll travel too. Even if it takes forty years—In truth if it takes that long I won't wait for it to end but—I want to see Jaisalmer... and Lalibela, Aurangabad or Timbuktu."
"Tomorrow—after class—I'll meet with everyone again at the Old Duchess, do come."
"Of course! Ive been seeing Shin and Sakura a lot lately, you know? [...]"— They spoke of many things for a long while. Peter didn't leave her house until late in the evening.
Additional tags: established relationship. It could also be platonic tho
There are nights in which you just want to die—not really, not literally—but, when you're desperate enough, some extreme resources can seem like the only way out.
My neighbour is holding a party, and theyre laughing tormentously loud, babbling absurd bullshit, for hours and hours.
And the few moments in which I paddled the shallow surface of sleep with great effort, I snapped out of it right after because of some twat's joke about jumping from balcony to balcony, my balcony; and thus paranoia tears me from my subtle slumber just to listen for a few more minutes to ensure it was nothing but some drunk's unserious wonder.
This goes on ad aeternum: I struggle to ignore the din to then be startled by virtually anything. It is clear the accumulated stress is getting to me..., I've grown jumpy.
Finally, after a while passes in what feels like a hallucination episode from drifting in and out of dreams, things seem to quiet. I imagine it must be late, kids must be too drunk for their raucous performance. And I hug my pillow for the umpteenth time, I allow my head to rest entirely on the pillow, my eyes are teary from exhaustion; and as I turn my brain off I am hit by a loudest, violent, intrusive screech, right by me, immediately follow by the stench of tobacco.
I sit up with a jolt, someone has broken in through the window im right under. With my heart in my throat, beating furiously under a skin that feels so thin against it.
...
It's Sirius, I can see it's him but my body is not relieved, as much as it's him my heart is still about to give out, my eyes are frozen stuck to his shadow and my chest can't seem to hold enough air when I breathe. I hide my face in my knees, shutting my eyes to recover; for a while there is nothing but the pulsing sound of my heart beating in my ears. I progressively become aware of my surroundings, Sirius' hand is on my shoulder, I'm breathing deeply and consistently. I place a hand on his to ease him somewhat as I come back to it enough to recover my breath as he continues to mutter panicky-ly.
With a final sigh I look up and glare at him. I click my tongue, "How else did you expect me to react to such an entrance." The phrase is muttered and the last part holds an evident spark of sarcasm.
His initial scare is slowly draining from his face as he takes a breath but it doesn't quite disappear yet. He huffs and looks away, his frown is now forcefully switched to one of annoyance rather than concern. "Yeah, whatever. I'm sorry."
And then I realise that I had not thought at all. "...Why are you here, are you alright?"
"Oh, just peachy." He rolls his eyes and his lip twist in a grimace. "I apparated a thousand kilometres away from London simply because I was bored." He moves his eyebrows as he speaks to emphasize his distaste. "Do you think me a moron?!"
"Were you not with James?"
"The maniac of my mother came after me." He sounds tired now and shifts to lie propping on his elbows. My brows shoot upwards in shock and I take that in before lying back down completely. I stare at the ceiling for moment before letting my head fall to the right, from where I can look at him.
"So, you're staying over."
"I figured the furthest the better. Everywhere else seemed to obvious, and your adress is one she can't ask other wizards for." He leans forward to stretch his shoulders and then lies on the bed, resting on his side.
"It's would also be nice to say you came because I'm good company or something." I suppose this was my attempt at lightening the atmosphere.
"You are, but I would've come even if you weren't. So long as it means I can be away from here I would've stayed at Snape's."
"... Yeah, no wonder." I feel embarrassed now. "Are you tired?"
He ponders for a second "I could sleep."
I hug my pillow and get comfortable. I hold a hand of his and rub the back of it with my thumb; wanting to feel like I'm doing something to help, knowing I'm not. "Goodnight, Siri. You'll be here tomorrow?"
"Mhm, thank you. I'll be fun again tomorrow." He kissed my hand and we slept for the few hours the night had left for these two we were.
[MARAUDERS] Blame's back on me (Sirius Black x nameless!Oc)
Additional tags: fem!oc, established relationship, they make up after a fight, sirius smokes.
The courtyard' stone floor was damp from yesterday's rain, granting the air with a certain smell.
She had left her dorm early so she wouldn't need to rush to class, but habit dies hard it seems because she did anyway, and now she was left with 15 minutes to cross a hallway.
She would've sat down in one of the benches if they weren't drained, and if Sirius hadn't been standing on the other side of the courtyard, which held more of her attention than her what her pride would allow her to confess.
She knew she should apologise for how she had said to him yesterday, the courtyard was big enough for her to not have seen him, ahe could have just gone to class, but whatever bullshit she was going through was really no fault of his; and thus, she walked up to him.
When she was close enough she could see her he nodded as a greeting and so did she. She rested her back on the wall, right by him.
"Isn't it too obvious to smoke here?" This was her attempt at an idle conversation. "From all the things you get detention for a cig's quite tame, isnt it?"
She was half smirking. He glanced at her neutrally, then looked back forward and blew out the smoke. "I s'pose it is" He let some of the ash fall with a familiar flick. "Too early for anyone to care, though".
Leftover droplets kept rolling off the roof and falling on the stone.
He looked back at her, "are you still mad?"
"I'm not. I'm sorry."
He looked at her for a bit with gentle surprise plainted on his face. Then he smiled, amused, like if he had found something funny. "Well.. uh" he snorts faintly "don't be too sorry." He looked at her now with some playful guilt. "I already took my attempt at a pitifull vendetta yesterday."
She was relieved of all previous stress now, seeing that the tension between them had fainted. But now she had to wonder: "Did you hide cockroaches in my wardrobe or what?"
"No, I would've needed the boys for that, and I wouldn't have confessed I was so upset over a petty fight." He pauses briefly, "they knew, of course, I'm not ever subtle about anything; but I'm prideful to a fault." He put out the cig. "It's much sillier. I asked some bird out for the weekend." He laughs at himself, and embarrassed giggle, really; and you just look at him judgingly, because it really was a stupid thing to do. "I was only going to go had you still been mad at me by the weekend... which sounds now so silly seeing how dumb the discussion was to begin with. I- we all know how much of a hot headed twat I am, don't we?" He was still clearly embarrassed at himself, which was kind of sweet; may have been just that he's so pretty, but they're just kids, who cares.
"You are going on that date now."
"Oh come on, can't the women police take a break? The girl won't die from being stood up."
"You either let her know, today, politely, that you cannot go, or you go on that date, are nice to her on the date, and pay for her meal/drink whatever."
HII!! SS anon here and omg I love the Siri fic and the little doodle at the end?? YOU'RE SPOILING ME or us if there are more people who r not dead and still playing the game abah... BUT EHWHW THANKU I love how mc acted sort of fed up w him bc its so real, i felt that .. but he's also such a cutie I love how u characterized him!!! definitely expect another req from m..e... 🫡 BUT REST WELL !! and ty again for writing that 🥹 —🌠
Tysm!!! I was scared I had underdelivered, Saint Spell is so dear to me and I really wanted to do good ❤️💜 ty!!
Heyy I saw that you write for saint spells!! I was wondering if I could have Ashton and Hui with a s/o that likes to playfully bite them to show affection? ^^
Absolutely ;)
[SAINTSPELL] Casual Biting (Ashton Harlow x Mc, Hui Shi x Mc)
Additional tags: 2nd person pov, Established relationship.
Ashton Harlow:
It was around noon, you were both seated under some tree by the fields, Ashton was eating his characteristic go-to meal, some rice and an orange, you had been dismissed from class earlier than usual so you had started and finished your meal a while ago. You leaned on him, wanting to rest after a fulfilling lunch. Your cheek laid on his shoulder, he was wearing a short sleeved shirt because of the warm-ish weather which had reigned over the week. It must've been a combination of things (how lovely his skin looks, the cozyness of the moment and how comfortable you had grown around him after having been together for a long time) that prompted you turn your head slightly and gently sink your teeth into him.
He straightens his back as he leans forward to look at you in a tamed mix of surprise and confusion. "Hm?" His eyes had widened and he looked at you expectantly.
But you did nothing?
So he just looked at you, the shock in his stare softened as time passed (his surprise did not in the slightest). He relaxed himself and kept eating with his free arm, giving you a weird look every other second.
After a short while you let go, brush your thumb against the spot, and rest your cheek against his arm again.
"Sorry." You mumble without really giving any weight to it.
You hug his arm and hold his hand in both of yours.
"What was that for?" He asks casually, still disoriented.
"Because you're lovely" you peck his arm and snuggle to hus side.
He's flattered and he's still confused, he looks at the horizon for a while and decides to just accept what has happened. He doesn't have to process or understand everything, after all.
He kisses the top of your head "Thanks".
❤️
Hui Shi:
It was around 8 in the evening, you two were sat at the gardens. Conversation came and went, interrupted by gentle silences which endorsed the admiration the setting called for.
"We should probably go back to the dorms sometime soon." He's idly brushing his thumb to the back of your hand.
"Are you tired? Sure, we can go back."
"I'm not, but we probably should somewhat be by now, don't you think?" He smiles at you.
"It's still early. If we're not tired why bother."
He looks at you with amusement and wraps his arm around you to press you closer to his side and kiss your temple.
You can't help but grin, you even move your legs to half rest them on his lap and bury your face on his shoulder.
He rubs your back gently, and you both stay in that cozy position for a bit.
At some point, as you relished in the comfort of the moment, you sink your teeth into his skin.
[Twisted Wonderland] There's Games and Games (Yuu & Shroud brothers)
Additional tags: platonic, gn! Yuu, I love hating on gacha and freemium games (yes I do know twst itself is a gacha).
"I really don't understand how you play those."
Yuu had been sitting on the floor while Idia allowed himself to be absorbed by some allegedly very popular gacha game.
"You're such a hater, Prefect." He scowled but did not look away from his screen.
"Don't you hate how much of a casino those are? They just milk their users' wallets shamelessly... Most of the time, they're worse than premium games too."
Apparently, Idia had decided not to care about whatever they were saying, and continued to play paying no mind to their little speech; and yet, they went on complaining. They knew no more people than which they had met through the overblot incidents, and out of those the only one who was into videogames was Idia (and Lillia, which may have been a better conversation partner had him not retired). Yuu had always enjoyed videogames, too much even, they loved speaking about them and not being able to could be kind of frustrating. In this world, no one knew about the games they liked, and the only people they could talk to about videogames were almost exclusively into freemium games, which they had been adverse to for as long as they had had an opinion on anything. They had always had the spirit of a fighter when it came to user's rights, so it was undeniable dissappointing to see what the school's local gamer was about. They were still friends, but they couldn't help but wish they could convert them to the more artistic side of the genre's community. Which to be honest they had never managed to do with anyone, not with Idia and not with some of her acquaintances back at home.
The entire time they had been at Twisted Wonderland they had thought about looking into some of this world's games. They had deterred themselves because "What if I like one too much and then I have to leave it behind when I return home?", but right now it didn't sound so bad, so they texted Ortho, even though he was supposed to be in the middle of class right then.
■ Hey 15.24
■ Ortho 15.24
■ Pspspsps 15.27
■ I summon thee 15.28
• I'm at class right now (*´ｪ｀*)
• Sorry Prefect 15.30
■ ik ik, sorry 15.30
■ just a second I promise 15.30
■ Do you know of any good indie games? 15.31
■ Or could you do your ChatGPT thing and make a list for me? 15.31
• My what? 15.32
• I'll do this when I'm out of class, Trein is going to be mad if he finds me reading from my screen.
■ (ｕ_ｕ*) 15.35
■ I was hoping to be a bad influence
■ Ok then :( 15.35
And thus Yuu returned to what they had been priorly doing: texting their friends and making sure to mock Idia if he ever messed up his game.
HII omg I'm so hyped to see a st. spell writer 🥹 it would be cool if you can write a blurb about siri spooking mc around in the forest near Darkchapel in the game since it's Halloween :) that's it ty
[SAINSTSPELL] How you are. (Siri x Mc)
Additional tags: this would be after his route if the ending never happened, could be platonic or romantic, gn!Mc
It was not uncommon for them to wander around the forest whenever they had some spare time. Be it morning, afternoon or deep in the night; if they had nothing to do, a stroll would have to suffice.
They would've usually returned to their dorm by midnight, but they were still feeling very awake, and they didn't have class until the afternoon tomorrow, so they kept walking.
It had been a while since they stopped seeing any trace of the institution when they looked back. It was a particularly dark night, they could not see the moon through the dense ceiling the branches had knit, but it was easy to guess it mustn't have had too bright of a shine then.
They knew forests were not dangerous by themselves (trees won't get violent just because they're with their gang, right?), and that the conception of forests as containers of evil was nothing but the medieval excuse to locate corruption far from oneself and anything to them related; and yet, they could not help this faint buzz of "what if?". Forests were not designated such dangerous places for nothing after all, many things can hide in such lush vegetation; but they were not fearing an encounter with a wolf or a bear, the forest called for some... more folklore-y perils. Be it the forest, be it the magical world they'd been dragged into when they moved to Saint Spell, they at times had to keep themselves thinking: "it's just a forest."
But then again, Saint Spell wasn't always comforting, that one guy who boils eggs in the bathrooms is everything unnerving.
They had decided they'd walk to the Dark Chapel's surrounding area and go back. They stepped on the wild weeds and brambles as they moved forward, the wind howled faintly through the scarce leaves, accompanied by an owl's soliloquy, they were about to discard their fears to enjoy the walk when they were suddenly grabbed from behind.
"HUAGH-!" They would've died of a heart attack hadn't a familiar face be the next thing to rest on their shoulder.
"Happy Halloween." Siri looks at them with a proud grin as he rubs his cheek against them, which felt like an attempt to tease them further (for having been scared when tackled in the middle of a forest in the middle of the night? Is there something more sensible than that??).
"FUCKING HELL!" They sighed. "It's not even Halloween yet, what's wrong with you??"
"It's past midnight, it is Halloween." The way in which he kept smiling was only making them the more exasperated, but it was undeniably charming, as he always is.
They collect themselves with a deep breath and a soft sigh and let their weight rest on him.
"Ever heard of personal space?"
"I have." They tilt their head back to see him better. "Does it bother you?"
He seems to ponder it for a minute, "No." He struggles to let his walls crack, but he makes a conscious effort. "As I said the other day, you can touch me if you want, I'm just..." He stops himself and decides on a new approach. "Yeah, you've seen of me, you know."
"I hope I've been reading you well then."
"Yeah, me too."
[[Tysm for the Saintspell request!! Sorry this is not my best work, probably, but I didn't want this one to get lost among requests, so I was swift.
I may have gotten distracted while doing this... this doodle is what came out of it.
little known fact about me: before pixels i was trying to become a tattoo artist, but as soon as i had my portfolio ready, 2020 happened and it got too hard to find an apprenticeship 💔
but lately i've been thinking about pursuing tattoos again 💭
Part 2 of Bedtime? (Sirius Black x nameless!gn!slythering!Oc)
They had changed out of their uniform and into something comfortable yet stylish enough to be worn at a party. They stayed for many drinks, many songs, and much talking; but by the time the clock was reaching five, they felt so tired. Just by deciding to stay past 3, they had agreed to stay at Black's dorm, and thus they looked for him to let him know they'd be going upstairs.
They were not drunk but they were far from sober, so they did not mind interrupting the conversation he was holding once they found him.
"Sirius, I'm going upstairs!"
"Already??" He beckons them closer and tries to pull them closer by the waist of their jumper. "But I've hardly seen you!"
"We never speak during parties." They are standing right in front of him now, his previous companions probably gone now.
"You hang out with your friends and I hang out with whoever catches my interest because you never invite my friends." They caressed his jaw and gave sloppy kisses to his cheek.
"Who's going to invite your friends when you hang out with such twats." He rubbed their upper arm idly.
"Hm... Am I any better?" They peck his lips.
Soon their mind changes and they kiss him properly. They didn't really care about the awnser anyway.
Sirius keeps his hands on their shoulders and a grin on his face whereas they rest their hands on his hips. The kiss is sorrowly brief but they’re tired and he was thriving in the party’s ecstasy whirl; and thus they kiss his forehead and leave for the dorm.
[HADES] Don't worry, we have time. (Hypnos x human!reader)
Additional tags: 2nd person pov, established relationship, does not take place in the underworld, modern au.
You had painfully forced yourself out of sleep at ten to six a.m. so could leave at half past seven. You really didn't need so much time to get ready, but you always excused yourself saying this made it so you could also read a but or play a game before leaving, which you never actually managed to do. But you kept waking up early, and it was earlier every month, seeing that you didn't dig up those minutes of recreation to alleviate your stress before commuting, you just changed the alarm to be earlier and earlier.
And thus, you lay awake on your bed. It's twenty to six already and you've not as much as sat up. It's freezing, and you're trying to muster the courage to get up and ready for the day.
And when you shift in your bed and turn (once again) you find him there, which could have startled you a bit but you were so tired...
He wraps his arms around you and the blanket on his back it's so soft you could die.
"Go back to sleeeeep." He nuzzles his head on your shoulder and rests his leg over yours.
You hug him back (because it would've been impossible not to). "Can't, I have to leave in less than an hour." He shifts to lie on top of you.
“That’s a bunch of time for the bullshit you have to do.” He buries his face in your neck and grumbles softly. “Go back to sleep. You’ve not slept properly in a while.”
You reach to rest a hand on his back and rub it gently. You set an alarm for a quarter to when you have to leave and indulge yourself in Sleep’s warm embrace.
