some part of tumblr is like “ belle fell in love with a beast. “ it’s not realistic and i’m sitting here like and cinderella rode in a pumpkin, had a fairy god mother, talked to rats, snow white practically died because of a poisoned apple, sleeping beauty pricked her finger with a spinning wheel… rapunzel has magical glowing hair, ariel was best friends with a fish and gave up her tail to go find love. jasmine had a pet tiger and rode on a magic carpet…
do you know what that’s called? it’s called fiction and you know how you enjoy it? by having an imagination.
Requested: Yes, (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it
Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut
Note: Gifs made by me.
Don’t need permission Made my decision to test my limits ‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness Start what I finished
“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”
“You won’t kill me, Pan.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever.
“You do realize where you are and who I am?”
“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”
“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could.
“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”
"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.”
Don’t need no hold up Taking control of this kind of moment I’m locked and loaded Completely focused, my mind is open
Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don’t ya stop, boy
Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other.
Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony.
“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning.
Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.”
This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together.
“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?”
Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together.
Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better.
Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was.
“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin.
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and Know what I’m doing The way we’re movin’ like introducing Us to a new thing
“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name.
Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer.
He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation.
Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt.
“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven.
I wanna savor, save it for later The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker 'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature I live for danger
As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…
Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities.
“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged.
“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”
“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…”
“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave.
“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?
“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.
Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.”
Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.”
His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved.
All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I’m feeling inside Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”
“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…
“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction.
“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”
Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”
“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback.
“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”
“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.”
Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t.
“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.”
“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her.
“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.”
Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face.
“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page.
I tried avoiding this mini rant/ airing of thoughts, but… I can’t!
I’ve been scarce from dA for… months? And I’m honestly limiting my time there for a host of reasons I won’t bring up here. (I’ve said them before anyway.) I can’t help but notice one of my very old pieces in particular (the megaloceros, done in 2008-9) won’t stop getting notifications. Like, 20+ a day, for several weeks now. It didn’t get a daily deviation awarded to it, and I’m sure I’d figure out why it was drawing traffic if I did some google fu, but part of me is reluctant to know where the traffic is coming from.
Call me selfish, but… I’m not fond of my old, time-stamped art being dragged back out into the light of day to flood my notifications. I know, people only mean well, and I think about that each time this happens, I truly do. Sometimes the fact that something is old doesn’t even occur to people sharing the art in the first place. But I have to tell you, it’s hard not to be discouraged when people regularly ignore your new work in favor of some dusty old pieces completed a lifetime ago.
Yes. I am a curmudgeon! The tendency for popular works to only become more popular is also a thorn in my side. Which gives me only one choice: to clear/store any works in the gallery over 5 years of age, while my Society6 will have some of said works available as prints/etc. To avoid the emotional outbursts this sort of thing tends to solicit, I won’t be announcing when I plan to do so. I can’t help it, I need a good art gallery PURGE!!!
(If it makes sense, I am the sort of person who destroys/gets rid of old sketchbooks as soon as they reach the “eyes bleeding” level of cringe. I don’t get nostalgic, and I don’t look back. I also don’t have infinite space for old art garbage to pile up.)
Why am I getting so irritated about Hogwarts house sorting again. Just let people enjoy their AU headcanons. What’s the big deal? Everyone is going to cherry pick the traits they appreciate the most in their faves. Just because you highlight a certain trait to fit your sorting doesn‘t mean the other character traits don‘t exist. There can be no right or wrong sortings.
No need to make fun of house sortings you don‘t agree with.
ok first off, those who have been following my arts closely will know im not the type to get irritated over my own artwork getting reposted anywhere else. its inevitable and i’ve made peace with that and accepted it. im pretty chill with these things, so no worries there
i don’t mind my arts getting edited with more blings and what not, that’s fine with me as well. you don’t need my permission to reupload or edit them, i don’t care, nor will i release the hellhounds on you for not linking back cuz that’s how i roll.
at least with my name on it, even without being linked back to, people can still know that i drew it, it’s proof enough, because it’s fucking THERE in plain letters
but it’s this kind of attitude like matthew’s that pisses me off to kingdom come
“The picture would’ve been better if someone’s name wasn’t on it.”
there’s a perfectly good reason i (and i speak for all other artists here too) stamped our names all over our arts like Tony Stark slaps his name on every single thing he creates
IT’S BECAUSE NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE CREDIT FOR SOMETHING WE WORKED OUR ASSES FOR
IS YOU BRAIN AS SMALL AS A ROCK TO GRASP THIS SIMPLE CONCEPT
YOU, SIR, ARE VERY DISRESPECTFUL TOWARDS ARTISTS EVERYWHERE BY SAYING THAT
Hey guys, sorry for the length of this one. It’s probably pretty boring too, but it’s all in the build-up. I’m planning to have some childhood stories coming in. This part - Part 7 - is a two parted part. (Is that right?) Anyway, hope you enjoy and don’t give up on me just yet. Thanks!
It had been three days since the night Jerome came back after what you classed as a spree. Even though he insisted it was only “one dude”, you still weren’t certain. Regardless, one person or ten, him killing anyone was hard for you to digest. You knew he had done it in the past, but so recently, while staying with you? It just seemed… closer when you realised it was another person’s blood pouring down your drains. Another person’s blood staining your towels. Another person’s blood disappearing in your washing machine. Just the thought of it writhed and spasmed within your stomach. It was worse because he apparently didn’t care about the life he had just taken.
“He was a nobody y/n. No one’s gonna miss him. His fault for following me. Besides, if I didn’t get him, he probably woulda killed other people… if that makes you feel better.”
“Just because he was a thug doesn’t mean anything Jerome! Do have any remorse?”
“Hmm, let me think about that… no.”
That was only the first day. You two had argued about it for a while, which was certainly a bold move on your behalf. You had irritated him so much, he had begun to talk in a growl, his words occasionally escaping his lips as a hiss. It terrified you, but he didn’t raise a finger against you.
Even though the kiss last night had liberated you, turmoil coursed through your veins and pulsed in your mind. And that kiss. You couldn’t stop thinking about it! But it didn’t waver your anger, even if it still made your heart flutter. ‘Ugh. Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a madman! A bloodthirsty maniac at that.’
While you laid in bed, your mind spun through all the known crimes Jerome had committed. Fighting over it wasn’t going to change anything. His mind was set, but once set, you can set things back… Right? That’s what you tried to tell yourself anyway. Besides, he wasn’t a psychopath. People are born psychopaths. ‘Jerome’s a sociopath.’ An article you read a couple days before flitted through your head. “Sociopaths are ‘created’ when a traumatising experience/s cause one’s mind to ‘break’, driving him/her ‘over the edge’ into mental instability. Signs include…” That eased your mind a little. Besides, if he were a psycho, then he wouldn’t have feelings towards, and you refused to believe he was just manipulating you. Although, one of the traits of a psychopath is having no moral compass or remorse. You wondered what his traumatic experience was or if there was more than one. You’d have to ask… but not now. Soon.
It also shows a really unnuanced view of the houses (*coughcough almost as unnuanced as Rowling’s herself coughcough*) - like, the whole POINT is that there’s overlap between the houses and a case could be made to justify almost any sorting. Like, Hermione could *easily* be explained into any house except maybe Hufflepuff. Harry ditto, except the exception is Ravenclaw. I could go on. For the SPN characters? At least for Team Free Will it’s easy, as you say, to
cherrypick favorite traits and justify any of the three in any of the four houses. With 13 seasons of material to choose from, and numerous (sometimes contradictory) plot lines showing different facets of the personalities, it’s not even a question.
It’s a fun discussion to have in the, “oooh I like X character in Y house, why do you prefer them in Z house?” way but as soon as you take it to, “gah you’re dumb why would you put them in Z house?” …anyone doing that needs to stfu.
My understanding of Hogwarts house sortings are rather superficial, so I just had a gut feeling about where I’d sort them into but had no clear preference.
I thought it was fun too initially, but then people started attacking me because I didn’t draw what they think I should have drawn. And it wasn’t a “ooh, nice! Could you maybe do Hufflepfuff!Dean next” comment, which I would have loved to do. I got “I’m so angry because you’re so wrong about this!” kind of comments. All the time. So now I’m very touchy when people claim that their head canon is right and something else is wrong.
(And now there are housesorting choices I’m especially prickly about because I can’t get over how hurtful it was to get hate from people who demanded those housesortings or who made fun of my artwork because it was “wrong”…)
Summary: “You know, some people say it’s the quietest people who have the loudest minds.” Reborn could read minds. This wasn’t a particular secret that he hid. It wasn’t his fault no one really believed him. Meeting Tsunayoshi was… fascinating.
“You know, some people say it’s the quietest people who have the loudest minds.”
Reborn could read minds. This wasn’t a particular secret that he hid. After all, whenever people screeched about how could Reborn possibly know about that, Reborn always truthfully answered that he could read minds.
It wasn’t his fault no one really believed him.
So, Reborn could read minds. It was a useful skill to have. Very few people actually said what was on their mind, pretending to be people they weren’t, using a smile to hide what they were really feeling. It made his job much easier, without having to resort to digging for information with the likes of torture or the potential of alerting his target.
Minds were fickle things. His ability wasn’t infallible. Some people’s bias colored their thoughts, assumptions twisted them more. Others had learned, subconsciously, how to keep their thoughts private. Artists were a treat to find, the burst of creativity they held was like listening to a beautiful symphony. Some people were loud with their thoughts, shouting and raging at the world. Some people were quiet as if they barely dare to think such a thought.
Meeting Tsunayoshi was… fascinating.
Reborn wasn’t expecting much when Nono requested him for this job. Reports told him of the quiet shy boy who didn’t have any friends, had a crush on a school idol, clumsy, and not very bright. His observations of Tsuna more or less confirmed the reports. But that all changed upon Reborn walking through the front door.
Tsunayoshi’s mind was loud. It was frantic and desperate and for a quick moment Reborn assumed this was the result of not speaking his mind when he wanted to. Part of it was, Tsuna was largely ignored by everyone. No one wanted to hear his thoughts and opinions. But the other part…
Tsuna’s mind was inquisitive, creative, and rather bright.
‘I wished Hibari-senpai would take notice to what Mochida-senpai is doing. Kyoko-chan only puts up with Mochida’s advances because she doesn’t have the power to actually stop him. Her oblivious airhead act is more of a defense whenever Hana can’t stop them.’
'This is stupid, Gokudera! Why are we fighting?! Reborn spent all day yesterday telling me the only reason why I’m the Decimo Candidate is because I’m the last blood heir. That would imply something is tied to blood otherwise they would have picked a more competent person to be the next Decimo instead of a stupid clumsy civilian kid!’
'Why are you asking me, Yamamoto? I’m Dame-Tsuna. The best advice I have is the same advice everyone keeps telling me, try harder. It hasn’t worked for me, but maybe it will work for you.’
'Lambo is having nightmares again. I should offer to let him sleep with me tonight.’
Tsuna’s thoughts didn’t match his outward reactions. Not even the slightest. They were loud, projecting his thoughts. They were intuitive, a rare insight, that Reborn didn’t think Tsuna had. There was an understanding of people, especially the more he got to know them, the quiet observations.
There was the way where Tsuna kept peace, trying to maintain a certain status quo and going with what everyone else wanted. There was the way Tsuna feebly protested, trying to express himself but ultimately failing, expecting people not to listen. Something his friends accidentally reinforced with the way Gokudera disregards Tsuna’s half heard pleas not to be addressed as Juudaime.
There was the way he belittled himself. A lifetime of bullying and neglect left him with such a negative impact on his thoughts. Reborn heaped on as much direct and forward praise as he could, trying to foster and stabilize Tsuna’s sense of self.
It wasn’t working. Tsuna grew more comfortable, could easily call Gokudera and Yamamoto friends, but he still wasn’t expressing himself, his thoughts or feelings. Tsuna didn’t dare express his opinions, which was why after the fifth time this week that they had ended up in Takesushi, and Tsuna with a plate of tako nigiri that Tsuna didn’t even like, Reborn had enough.
So, Reborn tried a different method.
'Why am I have such a hard time with math? This is so irritating. It always has been.’
Reborn sat Tsuna down and slowly explained the math problems to him, patiently repeating as Tsuna struggled to understand. No bombs, no bullets, no pressure.
Tsuna looked at him warily, unsure of what Reborn was doing. 'Reborn is acting weird.’
Reborn mentally snorted. That was possibly the first time Tsuna’s thoughts matched his outward reactions.
Slowly, Reborn forged confidence into Tsuna, becoming the support that Tsuna had desperately needed. If Tsuna wouldn’t express what he truly needed or wanted, then Reborn would simply have to abuse his ability to the fullest extent and fill in the missing holes. In return, Tsuna relaxed, releasing a certain tension Reborn hadn’t even noticed that he was carrying. Reborn took an extra step and started pounding the lesson of observation into each of the Guardians. If Tsuna wouldn’t speak his mind, then he would teach his Guardians to become near mind readers because anything less would get them killed.
Reborn considered it a success when one day out of the blue, Gokudera stopped referring to Tsuna as Juudaime and only as Tsuna-sama. Followed by the time when Hibari stopped mid-fight and dragged Tsuna off to Ryohei before proceeding to clean the school out of Tsuna’s bullies. Or even the time, Yamamoto had asked Tsuna where they should eat and didn’t let Tsuna deflect him with 'wherever you want’ answers. They could be taught to hear what their boss wasn’t saying.
One morning, Reborn walked into the kitchen to find Tsuna at the counter, oddly focused. As he sat down at the table, Reborn caught one of Tsuna’s more quieter thoughts.
'Thank you, Reborn for always hearing my thoughts.’
Reborn looked at his student’s back. As always Tsuna’s thoughts didn’t match his outward reaction. In fact, Reborn wasn’t sure Tsuna even knew he was in the kitchen, not with the way Tsuna was so focused.
“Tsuna,” Reborn called out.
Tsuna turned, a cup of espresso in hand. “Reborn,” Tsuna said. Sliding the cup over, Tsuna took a seat across from him.
Reborn accepted the cup, taking a sip. Exactly how he liked it. He looked back at Tsuna, probing at Tsuna’s thoughts.
“Thank you,” Tsuna said, repeating his thoughts. There was knowing reflected in his brown eyes. 'No one was interested in hearing my thoughts, but you always do and you don’t ignore them.’
It wasn’t a secret that Reborn could read minds, but no one had ever believed it before. Despite his ability, somewhere along the way, Tsuna had made the shift from a skeptical joke to full belief. Fascinating. It seemed even after almost a year of knowing each other, Tsuna was still capable of surprising him. Reborn grinned as he took another sip of the espresso.
(Most parts are based on his route)
*thank you for sending such an interesting ask, @whiskasgirl )
*This is the moment Yasu realizes he has fallen in love*
Why does she keep smiling for Toramatsu?
She hardly ever smile for me?
What are they talking about? Why do they look so cheerful?
And why am I so irritated?
She is just an useless kitch-wench. This has nothing to do with me.”
He goes straight to the backyard, try to focus on practicing with the wooden sword.
“That smile was supposed to be for me only.”
He suddenly stops.
There is something wrong with him. He cannot get her smile out of his mind. He could not help but looking at her smiling face. She looked so different when she smiled.
He shakes his head, laugh at himself for having come up with such a weird thought.
“Lord Ieyasu, your meal is ready.”
Her voice brings him back to reality.
“Why can’t you smile for me, you wench?”- he thought in irritation - “Does she love Toramatsu? No!!!! She is supposed to be mine!”
“I don’t want to eat.”
“Huh, why? You shouldn’t skip your meal, lord Ieyasu.”
“You wench. Aren’t you even the slightest bit ashame to wag your little tail for anyone who passes by?”
“What my tail for … What are you…?”
“Huh, that is the face of the woman who doesn’t even know what she has done, is it?”
He pushes her against a nearby tree, staring at her face in anger.
“You are mine and mine only. Why can’t you smile for me? Do you love him that much? You said you are not afraid of me, you said I have a good side. Then why? Why don’t you pay any attention to me? I trust you and your food. For the first time ever in my life I trust someone besides myself.” - He thought, deseprately wants to find himself an answer.
He leans towards her, ready to kiss her forcefully.
“Lord Ieyasu, where are you?”
“Damn Tadakatsu, you filthy shameless pervert!”
Then he releases her and walks away
“What did I do? Why did I want to kiss that wench? Why do I keep thinking about her?”
The next morning, he finds that she does even look at him.
“Now you even intend to avoid me. Do you hate me that much? Stop it. Look at me, look at me”- He wants to yell at her. He can’t stand when she keeps avoiding him.
“Even you want to loath me.”- the though like a sharp knife stabbing into his wounded heart.
“Milord Nobunaga, you want her as the reward for this tournament. I don’t think she is worthy enough.”
“Silence, I won’t change my mind, Ieyasu.”
“That lord of Fool want to take her away from me? Why do everyone want to steal her? She is mine. She can only be mine. I don’t want to lose her. I lo….”- He shocks at what he was thinking. He still cannot believe it. He’s in love?
“Since when was I attracted by her ? And why?”
Maybe since that night… The fateful night which I can never forget. The very first time I show my weak side to someone.
“I’m sorry I hit you…and I’m sorry I said those horrible things”. -She said when she touched my hand.
Then she took me into her arms. They are so slim and warm. Warm enough to melt my frozen heart gradually.
“I’m not afraid of what you will do, lord Ieyasu. Not now. Even if it means I fall to your sword… I cannot leave you like this.”
I was shocking. There is truly someone who is not afraid of me and wants to stay by my side after I nearly killed her?
“Is this a illusion?”-I thought in amazement, still coul not believe what I had heard.
That’s right. I was drawn to that damn woman since that day, the day I met the very first person who wants to stay by side, who is not afraid of me.
And maybe, she is the only one who can understand me.
You do have gut, ville woman, to make me fall in love with you like this.
I guess I have no choice but to win and take you home.
*From now on, you can find my fics with this tag #kan’s fic *
(Imagine you realizing you have feelings for your good friend Axl.)
Axl never shows up on time, but you don’t really care cause it gives you more time to get ready. You always like looking your best when hanging out with Axl, even though you two are friends. You just always like the reaction he gives you when he first sees you. So you like the attention, nothing wrong with that. It’s not like you have feelings for him or anything, you would never get involved with a guy like Axl. He’s the bad boy type, and yeah he was so incredibly hot but you would never let yourself go down that road because you know how that would end, badly! You much rather keep him as a really good friend.
In the midst of all your thoughts you heard a knock at your front door. He was just in time you were looking good and ready to go, although you didn’t really know what you guys were going to be doing. You two never planned stuff ahead of time you kind of just did things spontaneously, and waited to see what you both were in the mood to do.
You looked through the peep hole of your front door to make sure it was Axl. You saw this man leaning up against the wall with a cool rock and roll embodiment about him. A black leather jacket, red bandana with a black hat over his orangey red straight hair, his dark sunglasses covering his dark green eyes even though it was night time.
You swing the door open, kind of taking him off guard.
“Hey good lookin” you say sassily but playing around.
“Who me, look at you.” Axl says as he smiles his sly smile and looks you up and down, with his eyes peering over his sunglasses. “holy shit that’s a very tight dress”
“I know that’s why I picked it.” You said while smiling.
“Just saying if you don’t find a guy to bring home at the end of the night I don’t mind volunteering myself.” He says while smiling that sly smile that hasn’t left his lips since first laying eyes on you.
“Haha Very funny, let’s get going. Wait meet a guy? Where are we going?”
“Well I figured we’d go to the rainbow to hangout, and drink. If that’s alright with you”
“Yeah that’s fine, but we gotta actually hangout you can’t ditch me to go with some groupie girl that you find.”
“Yeah, yeah I won’t.”
We’ve been at the rainbow for just forty five minutes and Axl has already ditched me to talk to some skanky blonde. So much for not ditching me you thought. While standing there looking at Axl flirting from across the room getting irritated at the sight of him looking at this girl like he looked at you earlier, you started to think why am I so irritated really I shouldn’t be. Of course he’s going to be flirting with girls when he’s at a club, you know how he is, so this shouldn’t surprise you. The thing that bothered you was the fact that you were so irritated by the sight of this, it’s not like you were his girlfriend, in fact it’s not like you even had feelings for him. Wait or did I? You thought.
“Hey there” says a strange manly voice kind of startling you.
“Hi” you say while not even looking to see the strange guy that has approached because you were still staring across the room at Axl with the blonde.
“Let me buy you a drink, least I could do for a girl as gorgeous as you.”
You finely turn your head to look at this man standing next to you for the first time since he walked up. While looking at the guy you realize he’s very handsome with these beautiful blue eyes, and nice dark hair that was slicked back, with one of those infectious smiles. But looking at him you can’t help but feel that something is off about him.
Thats when you again look across the club and in that moment you realize your looking at Axl. You should be looking and paying attention to the very handsome probably good for you guy offering to buy you a drink. But instead you just walk away from him without saying a word and before you actually get what your doing you are walking up to Axl. You budge in between the blonde and him. Facing him you take off his sunglasses so that you can see into those dark green eyes of his, you put your hand behind his head and the other one on his cheek and you pull his soft lips to yours. Not expecting this Axl sat frozen while you kissed him, but then you felt him start to kiss back. Liking what’s going on he then puts his hands on your waist and pulls you in to him. After a minute of kissing, you pull away to whisper in his ear.
“I think I’ve found a guy to go home with.”
He then looks at you with a devilish look and his sly smile. You grab his hand and turn to drag him out of this club and get him back to your place. Thinking to yourself I’ve always had a thing for bad boys.
*First time writing a fan fiction, don’t really know if it’s any good. Tell me what you think. I’m open to writing more but just gunna put this out there to see what you all think. If you like it and want me to write some more send some requests my way. Thanks for reading😜!!*