Authors: revengeisalwaysanoption & tenitchyfingers
Day/Prompt: Day 6; Free prompt
Rating: 18+/M/NSFW
Summary: ‘Calm down, Sousuke, breathe.' he says to himself, as he keeps on clenching and unclenching his fists in a poor attempt to ease his nervouness. There are so many questions with a proper reply in his head, though, and that doesn't help at all.
[....]
Sousuke and him started off with rough, animalistic, exciting sex – for a fee - without even questioning anything about sentiments and without fearing to hurt each other, until it happened anyway. Until Nagisa started actually caring,
[....]
In other words: Cop!Sousuke and Hooker!Nagisa on their very first date as boyfriends.
Pairings: Cop!Sousuke/Hooker!Nagisa
A/N: Since it’s born out of a RP thread, I personally have strong feelings for this story... I just love it, and my bbs as well <3
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Author: revengeisalwaysanoption
Day/Prompt: Day 7; Crossover
Rating: PG
Summary:
Pairings: Sou/Rei
A/N: I am so lateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... freerarepairs
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Night clubs like this one are Nagisa’s forte. He loves frequenting them--loves the constant attention he usually gets at them, really.
“Usually” being the operative word.
Everyone seems to be giving him a wide berth tonight. He can’t figure out why. He’s not doing anything different than he normally does. In fact, once he realizes he’s not getting as much attention as usual, he starts dancing more suggestively, swaying his hips more erotically, winking at the dancers around him from time to time. Still, no one seems to notice him.
After an hour of dancing alone, Nagisa feels the atmosphere around him change. It doesn’t take long for him to feel someone behind him, feel a presence close by. A man, at least six inches taller than him, presses up against him, his hands coming to rest on Nagisa’s hips. Boldly, the blond reaches up behind him to touch the man’s cheek. As he slides his hand down slowly, his fingers brush over a deep scar on the man’s strong jaw. A thought crosses his mind; a far-fetched thought, but a thought that won’t go away. The lack of attention Nagisa has earned tonight, the change in atmosphere, the man’s scar, his boldness...this man is important. He might be a yakuza, given this whole situation. The blond presses back against the man, sighing softly.
“You’re quite the dancer,” the man purrs in his ear. His voice is deep, seeming to thrum through Nagisa’s chest along with the music.
“Especially when I’ve got a good partner,” the shorter man replies. Despite the man’s close proximity, despite the possibility that he might be something dangerous, Nagisa doesn’t feel threatened. On the contrary, he relishes the thought that he’s earned the attention of someone so clearly important.
Spinning around, Nagisa looks up into piercing teal eyes on a strong face framed by dark brown hair. The man’s sideburns give him a stern look, and the scar on his chin adds a layer of fierceness. More than anything else, he looks hot.
“Hazuki Nagisa,” the blond introduces himself with a flirtatious wink. “And you are?”
“You mustn't be from around here,” the man says, chuckling softly. “Yamazaki Sousuke. I’m the club owner.”
“Mm, it must be my lucky day.” Nagisa continues dancing, accentuating his movements a bit. He sways his hips into Sousuke’s waiting hands on either side of him, putting on as much charm as he possibly can. “Do you like what you see, Sou-chan?”
The club owner chuckles again. “Do I.”
Nagisa presses closer to Sousuke, whose hands slip around him and find their way to the small of his back. They continue dancing like that for the rest of the night.
“It’s not ridiculous. You can’t see me anymore. It’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t care if it’s dangerous! I’m not just going to leave you!”
Shaking his head, Sousuke approaches the window and folds his arms across his chest, looking outside. “I never should have let you get so close. I’m a dangerous person to get close to, Nagisa.”
“Sou-chaaaan!” Pouting for a moment, the blond makes his way over to Sousuke and wraps his arms around his waist. “Is it because you’re a yakuza boss?”
The brunet looks at him sharply, teal eyes widening. He doesn’t look upset; rather, fear fills his eyes. “How long have you known?”
“I had a feeling the first time we met,” Nagisa replies with a shrug. “And I’ve noticed signs since we started dating a year ago. But it doesn't matter to me, Sou-chan. I’m not going to leave you, because I love you no matter what you are.”
As Nagisa nuzzles into Sousuke’s chest, he can feel the tension leaving his boyfriend’s body. A soft, contented sigh escapes the brunet, who buries his nose in Nagisa’s hair for a moment.
“All right,” he murmurs. “Then at least let me assign a bodyguard to you. I don’t want you getting hurt on my account.”
“Or...I could move in here,” Nagisa suggests, looking up at Sousuke with a flirtatious smile.
A rare, warm smile crosses the taller man’s face and he nods. “That actually sounds like a great idea. I’d much rather have you close where I can keep an eye on you personally.”
“Great! And I thought I’d have to do a lot more convincing, Sou-chan.”
Sousuke’s smile turns into a smirk. “I might be a little curious what you had in mind.”
“How about another dance? Like the night we met?”
“Sounds like a plan,” the brunet murmurs, his hands shifting to rest on Nagisa’s hips. The shorter man starts swaying back and forth to music playing in his head. “I really do love your dancing, Nagisa.”
Nagisa smiles up at him before pressing close and resting his ear against Sousuke’s chest. Back when they first met, he knew Sousuke was probably a yakuza, but it hadn’t scared him. Instead, he was excited. He knew there was more to the brunet than that threatening lifestyle, and he wasn’t wrong. Sousuke is one of the most loving and affectionate people he’s ever met. And Nagisa couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. No one else would hold him the way Sousuke is now, with such a strong yet gentle embrace.
Who knew such tenderness could come from someone as dangerous as a yakuza boss?
ao3
word count: 9,545
pairing: nagirin, harurei, harunagi, kisumako
prompt: free! rarepair week day 3 (firsts/confessions)
rating: T
notes: ENDLESS GRATITUDE TO THE EVER LOVELY ZAHRA FOR BEING A WONDERFUL BETA AND ALL ROUND SUPER CUDDLY FRIEND <33
“'I’d like everyone to tell me about their first kiss,' he says, finally. He’s all business, cat’s cream grin sharper where the starlight leaking down onto Makoto’s porch touches his teeth..”
[iwatobi gets around]
"All right, everyone, let's call it a day!" Seijuro Mikoshiba cries to his teammates. The Hogwarts Intramural Quidditch Team descends on their brooms, landing and heading toward the storage shed. As captain of their team, Seventh-Year Seijuro takes stock of his teammates as they pass by him to put away their brooms and other equipment.
Seeker Aiichirou Nitori seems to be doing just fine as he puts the Snitch away in its place. Beaters Rin Matsuoka and Nagisa Hazuki put the bludgers away, the older redhead wrapping an arm around the younger blond's shoulders as they chat about the upcoming intramural match and who they're going to focus their attention on incapacitating. Haruka Nanase and Momotarou Mikoshiba, the captain's younger brother, gather everyone's brooms and line them all up along the wall in their places. Sousuke Yamazaki, acting Keeper that day, puts the quaffle away and closes the box it belongs in, locking it up tight.
They're such a ragtag group, really. Two Slytherins (Rin and Sousuke), a Ravenclaw (Haru), a Gryffindor (Seijuro), and a host of Hufflepuffs (Ai, Nagisa, and Momo) making up the Hogwarts Intramural Quidditch Team. It's the first inter-House team in the school's history, suggested by Seijuro himself. And they've even got a bit of a following. Ravenclaw Rei Ryugazaki, Hufflepuff Makoto Tachibana, and Gryffindor Gou Matsuoka, along with a handful of other students from various Houses on occasion, watch virtually all of their practices and cheer them on during their actual matches, too.
"All right!" Seijuro calls, clapping his hands to draw his teammates' attention. "Our next practice is in two days, so rest up! We've got a match coming up this weekend, so make sure you're looking over our new plays in your free time! That's it for tonight!"
The others slowly trickle out of the storage shed. They meet up with their handful of fans and head back toward the school. Sousuke and Seijuro, though, stick around after the others have left. It isn't exactly a secret that they're seeing each other, but they prefer to keep their personal lives a bit more private that others might. Perhaps it's the lingering tensions between Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses, leading them to be a bit more cautious. But when they're together, all they can seem to think about is each other.
As soon as they're alone, their lips lock in a passionate kiss. Their personalities clash pretty often when they're being intimate like this, but usually not to their detriment. They both relish the challenges of trying to get the upper hand or striving to reach their own pleasure in the given situation. And even more exciting prospect for both of them is trying to meet the other's high expectations and help them reach new heights of pleasure. They're constantly trying to one-up each other, and while neither of them will ever say it, they both love the competition whether they win or lose.
They haven't had much alone time lately, so Seijuro and Sousuke are both rather pent up. They duck back into the storage shed without breaking the kiss, closing and locking the door behind them with a flick of a wand. Another silent spell strips them both of their robes, leaving them folded next to the door; Sousuke's doing. The Slytherin's hands find their way to Seijuro's butt and squeeze it, drawing a gasp from the Gryffindor.
"Handsy," Seijuro grumbles softly.
"And you love it," Sousuke responds with a smirk.
No matter how pent up they are, no matter how excited they are at the moment, they're not going to go any further than kissing. It's an unspoken rule, one they've only mentioned aloud once: they don't want to do anything more than kiss until they're done with school. Seijuro is in his seventh year, and Sousuke in his sixth. They've got about a year and a half until they're both done with school.
"I want you," Seijuro moans.
"Soon," the brunet purrs in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. "This summer. I'll be almost seventeen. We've waited long enough, haven't we?"
The redhead pulls back to look into his boyfriend's teal eyes. "Are...are you serious?"
"Have I ever joked around with you?" Sousuke asks, chuckling softly. His fingers find their way into Seijuro's hair. "I love you. I want to share everything with you."
The Gryffindor smiles, nuzzling Sousuke's nose. "When we first started dating, I never guessed you'd become such a romantic. This summer it is, then. My parents are going to help me get an apartment or something. We can spend some time there."
"Sounds like a plan." Sousuke kisses him gently, holding him close. "Aren't you going to say it back?"
"Say what?" It's coy, and Seijuro knows it. He knows exactly what Sousuke wants to hear. But the teasing is part of their relationship, the part that they both enjoy so much.
"Don't make me go all cunning Slytherin on you," Sousuke chuckles.
"All right, all right." Seijuro kisses his boyfriend once more, resting his forehead against the slightly shorter teen's. "I love you too, Sousuke."
"That's more like it." Sousuke smiles, wrapping his arms around Seijuro. The redhead returns the gesture. "Just hold me for a while?"
"No problem."
They sit down on a bench holding each other. Sousuke rests his head on Seijuro's shoulder, leading the Gryffindor to sigh softly, contentedly. He honestly couldn't ask for more at the moment. Having Sousuke close to him like this is all that he's ever wanted.
Six-year-old Aiichirou is crying again. It happens a lot more often than he would like. The other kids pick on him a lot, so he finds himself sitting alone in tears pretty often.
"Are you okay?"
Ai looks up through tear-filled eyes to see another boy standing over him. Sniffling and wiping his eyes so he can see better, Ai looks at the boy more clearly. His ginger hair is sticking up, almost like he's spiked it up like that. He's smiling reassuringly, but what surprises Ai the most is that his smile reaches his golden eyes. It's a sure sign that this kid is sincere. Tears fill the silver-haired boy's eyes again and start rolling down his cheeks.
"Th-they...took m-my bento..." he sobs, wiping his eyes only to have new tears replace the old ones. "A-and th-they...said I'm a...w-w-weakling..."
The redhead frowns, then grins as he places his hands on his hips. "Well don't worry about that! I'll go get it for you! Who took it from you?"
"I-it was...Hiroshi-kun..."
"All right, I'll be back!"
The redheaded boy runs off, leaving Ai alone again. Not expecting him to actually return, the six-year-old pulls his knees to his chest and cries into them for a long while. He's pretty sure lunch is going to be over soon, which means he's going to end up spending another afternoon with a growling stomach. In fact, his stomach starts growling after only a couple more minutes.
"You sound hungry."
Ai looks up in shock when he hears the redhead's voice again. The guy looks a little worse for wear, his uniform a bit disheveled, a bruise beginning to form on his cheek just below his eye. But that same broad grin is spread across his face, and he's holding Ai's bento neatly wrapped in a blue cloth with silver polka-dots on it.
"Y...you got it back?" Ai asks in awe. He reaches out to take the bento, unwrapping it and beginning to eat. He smiles at the redhead. "Thank you so much!"
"No problem," the redhead says, sitting down next to Ai. "I'm Mikoshiba Seijuro, I'm almost nine, and I want to be your friend."
The younger boy stares at the older in complete shock. No one has ever asked to be his friend before, let alone offered to be his friend! He can't believe it's happening right now, with a boy who clearly just got into a fistfight to get his lunch back for him. Setting his bento box aside, Ai throws his arms around Seijuro in a desperate hug.
"I'm Nitori Aiichirou, and I'd love to be your friend, Mikoshiba-kun!" he cries excitedly.
"Great!" Seijuro replies, returning the hug. "Since we're friends now, call me Seijuro-kun, or just Seijuro! Sound good, Ai-kun?"
Ai looks up at him, cheeks burning red in embarrassment and excitement. Giving him permission not to use an honorific is a huge thing, and he's really happy he's found a friend like this!
"Yes, Seijuro!" He smiles wider than he's ever smiled in his life. "Thanks so much for being my friend!"
[Rare Pairs Week] Day 5: You want me to feel your pain? (SouMomo)
Author: revengeisalwaysanoption
Day/Prompt: Day 5; Personality/Character Swap
Rating: PG
Summary: “A witch swapped our personalities with a spell, because someone pissed her off.” Momo says, looking at Sousuke who is now wiping his blood stained lips.
Pairings: Sou/Momo, mentions of Haru/Rei/Mako and Rin/Sei
A/N: Still got to copy the stories for Day7 & Day8 and then I'm done with the RPW :D
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