#notes from nowhere ☆彡

[callikari]

hihiiiii OMG you watched gossip girl????? i absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE that show (currently still watching it tho, im finishing season 4 so no spoilers 😡) TELL ME WHO WERE YOUR FAV CHARACTERS!!!!

let me yap first 😋 i LOVE blair. to be completely honest, i literally DESPISED her in the earlier episodes cause she was mean but my girl had character development like no one else in the show 💗 she became sm more mature

second...... georgina sparks (WE LISTEN WE DONT JUDGE) i get that she was just straight up an evil villain character but something about her is sooooo 🔥🔥 ykwim? she just makes the show sm more intriguing. whenever she appears on the screen im like POP OFF QUEEN

also, i really love the non judging breakfast club <3 may that kind of friendship attack me. no matter how much they're quarrelling, if one is in trouble, the whole gang pulls up it's honestly so iconic

okay it's your turn!!!!!

- 🪩 (can i be mirrorball anon? :D)

HELLOOOO WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE ?? i LOVE gossip girl sm and i recently just finished season 6 :3

one. BLAIR WALDORF of course!! i agree so much on the earlier episodes but her character development was absolutely AMAZING !! and throughout the show she had it so hard on her, i felt really bad for her in some episodes..

two. NATE ARCHIBALD !! he was lowkey a hoe but like he was such a good friend! throughout the whole show he never sent in a tip so period for that. and he was fine asf 🤣 but yeah he would get with anyone who had a pulse so i'm gonna deduct some points for that..

three. DOROTAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!! stop i love dorota sm she was so silly and was NOT afraid to clock anyone 😇 LIKE HELLO i remember a scene where she cussed out chuck in her language (i'm not sure which one) and it was so silly! she was also so loyal to blair so points for that!!

[lxndrlvr]

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She's all I've ever known, and all I'll ever know.

Note : yearning, hurt, reminiscing, a burning feeling that most people feel when they miss someone that they can't have back, mourning. If I'm feeling generous, I'll write another part— to tend to your aching heart.

Pairings : Alexandra Cabot x Reader

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A sense of helplessness, that's how you felt the day you lost her.

...

“This can't be! You have got to be kidding me Olivia!” You cried frantically, clutching onto Olivia's black leather jacket while Elliot held back, his hands twitching, wanting to step in and calm you down but he kept holding back. Someone needs to toughen up in this situation, no matter how devastating it was to watch you helplessly crying in Olivia's arms. You were never the one to cry this heavily, your sobs and heavy breathing can be heard all across the apartment that you and alex both shared. Not anymore.

“She's gone, there's nothing we can do—”

“You should've tried harder!” You screamed, kicking, punching her shoulders. Your hands shaking as you pushed her away.

“It's all your fault! You and you!” Pointing your fingers to them, hot tears streaming down your face as you tried to hold back another sob but you just can't help it. Not when she's gone, your Alexandra. My oh so ever gentle, Alexandra.

“You should've fought harder, you should have—” another sob broke through your throat as they both looked at you with pity in their eyes, Elliot had to turn his gaze away so you can't see the tears threatening to escape his eyes.

But you knew that it couldn't be helped, there was no stopping when it comes to Alex. No one could have ever stopped her, not even you. The chances of her surviving, was thin. Oh Alexandra, poor, dear Alexandra.

...

“That's cheating!” Alex scoffed, dropping her uno cards on the table while the whole squad erupted in cheers. Fin won against Alex in an intense uno card match, and as usual, Fin and Munch were the happiest people in the room while Cragen just sat there, watching in full amusement. A sight like this was rare to watch, his detectives, their assistant district attorney and her girlfriend playing uno in the same room.

...

“Alex, baby?” You mumbled out of nowhere, you and alex are curled up in your bed after eating each other out just moments ago.

“Hmm?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm—”

“You're not seriously asking me that, I was inches deep in you just moments ago.”

“So you wouldn't?”

“What?”

“You wouldn't love me if I was—”

“Yes I would, now sleep.” Alex reluctantly said, shaking her head in amusement as she watched her girlfriend grinning, clearly satisfied with her answer.

...

“Counselor.” You greeted formally.

“Doctor.” Alex replied with the same tone of professionalism.

“What brings you here?” The counselor asked, her upper lip twitching into a subtle smirk as she glanced behind the Doctor's back, the boquet of pink carnations with tulips peaking out.

“A special delivery, of course.” You finally held the flowers out. Alex was the first to break the barrier, holding you by your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your lips moving passionately against each other, while you almost lost your balance trying to keep up with her. Your knees felt weak, collapsing in her arms as you pulled away from the kiss, then hiding in the crook of her neck as you both laughed. Just another normal day for the love birds.

...

“One medium iced caramel latte in a to go cup and one hot black coffee with only a cube of sugar please, thank you.” the barista nodded, processing your order.

Alex stood behind you, waiting patiently for her iced caramel latte with her hands clasped behind her back. You both took the day off work, deciding to spend the whole day shopping in the nearby market. Half of the time, was spent mostly with you taking the initiative to talk about the surgeries you performed and explaining in detail about each sections needed, all while Alex bit back a smile. Sure, she's quite educated about the topic but she loved hearing it from your side. She loved watching your eyes excitedly lighting up whenever you talk about your passion. She's well educated, enough to know the procedures and instructions but she'll gladly listen when it's you. God, how she loved listening to you talk.

...

“No, Alexandra. You're on bed rest, stop disobeying my orders.” You told her sternly, watching as the stubborn ADA scoffed and huffed like a child. Ice Queen my ass, she acts like a 5 year-old child when she's sick.

“Can I atleast drink some cold water—”

“Absolutely not, if my mother was here, she would've spanked you for even daring to ask such questions when you're sick.” Alex winced, remembering that one time she saw you getting scolded by your mother for not drinking your meds on time back in college.

...

“What happened exactly?” Your eyes burned holes on the evident mess inside your kitchen, burnt towels and pans scattered on the counter and a guilty Alexandra Cabot standing in the middle. You had to stiffle your laugh at the sight of the (usually well composed, stern and strict) Alex, holding a plate full of burnt pancakes. You should be mad, you had every rights to be mad. The towel she burnt was new, and the burnt pan was one of your favorites but how can you be mad?

When she made all this effort, despite her busy schedule and not knowing how to cook. Yet somehow, she managed to cook a stack of pancakes for breakfast to make up for your previous lover's quarrel. If you looked closely, there were more burnt pancakes behind her back but that doesn't matter.

“I'm sorry” she finally said after a long moment of silence, and that alone, made you smile. Alex was a stubborn one for sure, but she was not the type of person to avoid accountability. She had no idea if Alex was apologizing for almost burning her kitchen down or the fact that she yelled at you last night out of sheer frustration. The guilt was gnawing her insides.

Grabbing the plate, you set it down the table and approached your lover. Then you held her hand up, inspecting if she had hurt herself— which she did.

“I didn't mean to yell at you last night.” she then started rambling while you grabbed the first aid kit, tending to the cuts on her fingertips (possibly from cutting the berries). And spent the entire morning making it up to each other.

...

There she was, years later. Your Alexandra, alive and fairly well. It took you a while to process that she was, in fact; not dead. You had to squint and wear your glasses on just to double check, it was really her.

“You look just as beautiful, as the day I lost you.” your world stopped, tears streaming down your face.

The sight of her kissing another man was too much to bear, a man.

As you stood there watching her smiling with another man by her side, you can feel the memories of your love slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Despite the passage of time, your heart secretly still yearns for the days when you were the one who held her hand, the one who made her smile. The pain of watching her with someone else is a constant reminder of the past you can never return to, leaving you in a state of perpetual longing for what could have been.

With a final glance, you turned and walked away.

[seuonji]

彡 the things he’s whispered loudly ー lee seokmin

๑ goody two shoes yn au!

notes ๑ madly in love x stupid and innocent.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ yn’s portrayed as more innocent here!!

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you knew lee seokmin really well like, on a personal level. which was weird because you two are from completely different worlds. he liked causing trouble for fun while you were the one in charge of stopping that trouble. yet you knew how many moles he had on his face, you knew his favourite colour, you knew why he’s always late to class, you knew so much courtesy of him always being in the damn student council room.

“now, why are you here?” you tilted your head as you walked into the student council room. as you walked in, you saw a familiar figure sitting on the couch. it was only his back facing you yet you still recognised him.

“yn!!” he beamed as he turned around.

“you didn’t get into trouble didn’t you?” you furrowed you’re brows as you closed the door behind you.

he dramatically gasped and stood up, walking behind you to your desk, “i wouldn’t break our promise.”

recently, you two have gotten closer after sharing certain personal things. seokmin asked if you would consider him a friend and you answered yes. he was touched and as a friend, you asked him for a favour. a favour to lessen his troublesome acts and so far he’s been keeping his promise well.

since then he hasn’t really had a reason to be around you yet, he still followed you around the school like a dog.

“how are you today?” you nonchalantly asked. you never really shooed him away, ever for as long as you’ve known him and actually, you quite liked his company.

“i’m good! how about you?” he bent down to your face level as you were sitting on your desk chair.

“mm i’m okay, just hoping to get this work done soon. do you have any extra curriculars today?”

“not at all, i’m actually free today,” he sat down beside you.

“that’s nice,” you hummed.

your eyes were on your paperwork the whole time while his were on you. and he’d been waiting for you to look at him yet you didn’t.

“are you free today yn?” he broke the silence.

“i should be after i finish this…why?” you reluctantly replied.

“great so afterwards we can go out!” he stood up with a wide smile.

you organised your papers and your head flicked, “what? where?”

“on a date?” he chuckled and he spoke with confidence.

“isn’t that what people that like each other do?” you quietly asked. it showed your uncertainty and suddenly, he got the hint you probably didn’t have experience with this sort of thing.

he pursed his lips and sat by you again, “well…i like you?”

“since when?”

“i told you i like you like last week!” he furrowed his brows and looked at you confused.

he did actually. and you remember it all. but he said it out of nowhere when you two went your own way afterschool, “i like you yn,” he whispered with a chuckle as he walked away. you took it as ‘friends’ but now you’ve realised, perhaps it wasn’t that way.

“you meant it?” you dropped your pen and turned your body towards him, showing your curiosity in the conversation.

“obviously i did?” he squinted his eyes but quickly tried to remain calm and gave you the benefit of the doubt.

“…what now?” you stuttered. this must’ve been the first time he’s ever seen you flustered.

“do you want to go on the date?” he asked with a puzzled tone.

“uhm. i’ve never been on one,” you answered embarrassed.

“it’s okay, you don’t need to have been on one, let’s just have fun?” he was at your face level and was weirdly close but his words were convincing.

“oh, okay,” you sweetly nodded and reverted your eyes to your paper work.

“oh really? okay,” he grinned.

he sat there looking at you until you finished your paper work. his heart was beating at an unhealthy rate but he’s glad he finds his weeks of planning for your ‘date’ worth it.

and he never realised just how innocent you were, let alone you being shy over a date but one things for sure, he’ll never let anyone take that away from you.

[ilwonuu]

. '•.¸♡ sweet kiss ♡¸.•'

↴ hansol vernon chwe

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᯽ summary- one of your not so close friends asks to be kiss you at one of your friends parties.

᯽ warnings- fluffy, kissing, some heavy petting, strangers ish to lovers, seokmin interupts, lmk what else!!!

᯽ authors note- happy birthday vernon!!!! i love him so much. (also look out for a seokmin fic today<3) lmk if you want another part/parts!!!! also so sorry about these fics coming out today i know it’s technically not late but i wanted to posted them yesterday </3

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you are currently sitting in the living room of seokmin’s party. you’re not having best time that you had intended. you quickly looking around for the boy. you feel a soft hand on your shoulder causing you to turn around.

“oh my gosh vernon you scared me!” you laugh at his straight face and the half smile he’s giving you. “sorry. i just saw you alone. where did seokmin go?” he asks you. you shrug in response. “i don’t know. i went to grab another drink and came back he was nowhere to be found.” you taking another sip of your drink.

“well if you wanted i can stay with you until you find him.” he smiles at you. you nod following him into the backyard of seokmin’s house. there isn’t many people out here. you calming down from all the energy inside.

“you seem tired.” he observes you as you sit next to him by the pool. “i am a little. i think the alcohol just isn’t my friend.” he doesn’t say anything for a moment. “i get that. a lot actually. i don’t really drink that much but i smoke. which is definitely worse in a way.”

he doesn’t say it in a jokingly way. you laugh anyways. his expression making it hard for you not to smile. “i like smoking too. drinking is usually fun. i just always get sick.”

“me too. that’s why i stopped. it’s lame plus weed is more fun. at least for me.” he pulls out his half smoked blunt. he lights it taking a couple hits before offering it to you. you smile at his gesture taking it from him. you take a few hits passing it back to him. “why haven’t we done this before it’s nice.” he has moved a little closer to you now. causing your face to heat up.

“yea i agree also you have pretty good company.” you lay your head back. he smiles to himself. “can i ask you something kinda um- bold?” you smile at his words looking up over at him again. “yea anything.” you mutter to him giving him a quick smile sitting up completely facing him.

“can i kiss you? i kind of- i really want to kiss you.” you don’t expect his words at first. you comply easily. wanting to kiss him now as well. “yea? okay-“ he moves so he his grabbing your face. he pulls you in slowly. kissing you softly. both of your slow kisses turning into desperate kisses.

his hand that was against your cheek is now moving down your body gently. he pulls away from your kiss. “is this okay?” you just nod pulling him back into the kiss. he lips are immediately moving with yours. he is his immediately addicted to your lips.

the two of you are completely forgetting about the other people outside with you. you guys don’t care. it’s just too good.

is this actually as good it feels in the moment? or are you just desperate? probably thoughts you shouldn’t be having while making out with him. i think you’re high is kicking in.

his hand is going underneath you shirt to the back of you bra. you pull away from the kiss. “is this okay?” he asks again. you take off your bra while keeping eye contact with him. you are pulling him back to kiss you whispering a quick. “yes vernon..” he smirking slightly into the kiss moving his hand to cup your breasts before the two of your make of sesh is interrupted.

of course it’s seokmin and all he can do is laugh. “you guys were about to fuck if i didn’t come over here im assuming?” he looks at you for an answer but vernon answers quickly. “um if she wanted but that’s not the point you left her for a while. she was looking for you..” he just smiles. “well im here now!! sorry was a bit distracted. i can still take you home y/n.”

you look over at vernon and then look at yourself and how unorganized you must look to them. should you go home?

you decided against leaving with seokmin deciding to walk to vernons when you two were ready.

“whatever you say. have fun!! use protection please!” seokmin hugs you before going back into the house. vernon is already rolling another blunt for the two of you. “i had fun tonight. i know you’re now leaving yet but i just wanted to say.” he looks away from you. you think his awkwardness was cute. too cute that is.

the barely had met the boy already knowing he wouldn’t be a stranger for you. everything about him was attractive. you had a hard time focusing. he was such a sweet boy. his lips, his lips were so sweet. his kisses were sweet and gentle against you. he never denied any of your kisses.

you wanted him so bad already.

[tangyangie]

imagine makeout sessions with karma .. there's an official ranking of the top 5 best kissers in e class made by irina herself and i could Not stop thinking about karma being third place

AND IRINA SAID AND I QUOTE

He's skilled at everything, but seems strangely familiar with this activity. There's nothing for me to improve on, which makes him boring to teach.

(not smut !!! probs just like.. lots of kissing lol)

kiss of death ☆彡

character: karma

description: makeout sessions with karma. that's it

notes: i just wrote this as headcanons because it made the most sense to me :)) i hope you like it!!

he's... got an interesting style of kissing.

he's very spontaneous with them. will probably kiss you in the middle of talking out of nowhere.

he's definitely the type to laugh and tease you between breaths. he wants you to get as needy as possible in the shortest amount of time.

likes to get you riled up and then simply leave. like, will eat your face for 2 minutes and then walk away, with you against the wall and extremely confused.

is the type to let his hands wander. he knows what he wants, and will waste no time trying to obtain it.

another thing he likes to do: he'll get close to you and hint enough that he wants to kiss you, and then you'll lean in and the most you'll get is a kiss on the nose.

like, he'd have one hand on your chin to tilt your face up, with his thumb on your bottom lip, he'd be staring into your eyes so intensely and then just -- stop?? just smiles teasingly and ruffles your hair.

now.. onto the actual kissing!!

he'd probably wrap his hands around your waist. unintentionally grips a little too hard, but you don't mind at all.

you might tell him to ease off a bit, but he hadn't realized that it was happening. of course, he doesn't stop. in fact, he'd probably do it harder!! just to tease you as much as possible.

karma starts off quickly. there might be one simply little kiss, but right after that, he's totally devouring you. will touch you in all the right spots so that you melt into his arms.

lots of heavy breathing from him. slight shakes can be heard from his voice sometimes.

hair grabber.

this man will push you against the nearest wall and run his fingers up to your head, tangling them as much as possible into your strands.

one time he accidentally got his hand stuck in your hair. it was a little awkward, but you mostly laughed it all out while he worked his way around your hair.

he likes to hear you speak. he'll probably speak so much in between kisses just to get you to say something. he loves to hear your voice, he just thinks it's so pretty.

soft whispering in your ear!! will reach one hand to the side of your face and move his lips to the opposite side, and then whisper something.

probably something to fluster you, he likes to see you shocked. he likes knowing he can still surprise you.

he knows exactly how to use his mouth. never uses a huge amount of tongue and doesn't let your teeth clink together (cause that's really awkward.)

he's constantly wanting to kiss you. has no shame at all. will probably kiss you deeply in public and then walk into a disney store.

will do anything possible to catch you off guard

but of course, he still likes the normal stuff. he still will kiss you at home, and sometimes, if he feels like it, he may be gentler with you. and cuddle. while you're kissing. and it's incredibly adorable.

all in all he really likes to kiss you

notes: i'm not gonna lie, the title reminded me of the darling in the franxx intro so that's all i could think ab when i was writing this 😭😭 i haven't watched it in forever

anyways i hope you liked it!! kisses mwah mwah

[meaningofaeons]

Hi, how are you?? I hope that you're doing good. May I request how the HSR boys (Mainly Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Gepard, Sampo and Caelus, if you want to add more it's ok) would react to their s/o doing something embarrassing?? I remember one time where I was out with my friends and out of nowhere I tripped and fell to the floor, my bubble tea just exploded under my chest and everyone was looking 💀 my friends split into two groups, the ones actually worried and the other ones who were just laughing, one even fell into some bushes because they couldn't stand properly 🧍‍♂️I hope it makes sense, rather than seeing it as something bad, maybe make it funny(?

sorry for my bad english🗿🥑💖

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ klutz

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, jing yuan, sampo koski ⊹ word count - 938 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is kind of a klutz, all just cute stuff lmfao

hi anon! don't apologize, your english is very good! I actually only do 3 characters per req so I just went with these 3, hope that's okay! feel free to send in another req for dan heng if you'd like!! (I don't write for caelus im srry </3) thank you for the req and I hope you're doing well too! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

⊹ Gepard Landau

You can't tell me that Gepard isn't the kind to completely freak out if something like that happened to you

He's quite protective, so even if you're unharmed, something embarrassing happening for you like tripping is cause for concern for the boy!!!

"Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay?! Here, let me help you..."

It's a little awkward sometimes only because if you try to laugh it off, Gepard is totally adamant that you have nothing to feel awkward or embarrassed about

"This kind of thing happens to everyone. Please don't apologize!"

On the other hand, if it's something not involving potential bodily harm, I still don't think he'd laugh at you

At least, not too much

Gepard is the kind to be 100% sure you're okay before he even thinks of laughing at the situation

But in scenarios where you trip or possibly get hurt, he forgets the whole "laugh" part.

Still, if you were to do something like wave at someone who you thought was waving at you on accident (and they were actually waving at someone behind you) he'd... probably let a small chuckle slip.

It's even more embarrassing than bombastic laughter, arguably, because he's trying to hide it but it's so evident that he's amused

Would treat you to your favorite snack afterwards though as an apology!

He definitely gets worried that you're actually mad when he lets a small giggle slip, but you never are

"Y/N? Come on, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry!"

Let him trail after you a bit longer, it's cute to see him acting like an obedient puppy

⊹ Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is the dignified General of the Cloud Knights. As such, he knows how to keep his composure.

Most of the time.

Truth be told, as much as the man is dedicated to his job and public appearance, he doesn't really feel like a cold, distant General. Even in public, but especially not in close quarters.

He's amicable, he smiles, he greets his people

But the first time anyone outside of the Seat of Divine Foresight had ever seen Jing Yuan laugh out loud was because of you.

When you stumbled into a pond in the gardens of the Central Starskiff Haven, your lovely boyfriend had barked one single, obvious cackle.

He was quick to politely put a hand over his mouth, but as your head popped up from the water, you had scowled.

There was an obvious smirk on his lips as he helped you out.

It had caught the attention of the (few, but still present) people nearby, so the two of you were quick to make your exit, your face burning red

Now, no matter how much he says it, Jing Yuan doesn't really feel sorry after...

Unless you really lay it on with the dramatics on how much it "upset" you.

Get this man to dote on you, because he totally will

Spoiling you rotten afterwards in exchange for genuine, pure laughter? Sign the General up!

He'll start off with gifts and treats, but if you keep up the façade, he'll eventually just start putting his hands all over you and hanging off your shoulder with overexaggerated theatrics.

"I do wish my dear Y/N would forgive this old man already... I didn't mean a thing by it..."

Don't leave him hanging too long, though—he will get too clingy trying to "earn your forgiveness" and no work will get done that day.

⊹ Sampo Koski

Let's not kid ourselves, Sampo's bursting out laughing the second you topple over

I dare say this guy is even whipping out his phone to take pictures of your blunder like the little shit he is.

Don't worry, though—those photos will never reach the eyes of others. They're for him to giggle at when he's taking a break from his work, or sit in bed and coo over how cute you were pouting at him for his tearful chuckles.

Sampo is sort of the opposite of Gepard in this scenario

If you trip or do something that could've led to unlikely harm, he's still laughing his ass off at you first

Only if you're actually hurt will he calm down and help you out, but it's always superficial wounds so he's still wiping the tears from his own eyes when he bandages your wounds

Oh, he's so smarmy when you get upset though.

"Aww, is my sweetheart mad? I'm sowwy!"

Baby voice to the max, clasping his hands together like a repentant maiden, it's hard to discern which is more embarrassing—your accident or his behavior after.

He's teasing you about it for weeks after.

Again, the pictures he takes of the incidents (if he deems them funny enough) are for his eyes only, but the story is not for his ears only

Everyone in Boulder Town hears about the incident before the week ends. I feel bad for you, poor reader...

Especially right after, if you get "upset" with him, he'll be pinching your cheeks and cooing over you

He turns up the "act like a little old lady crooning over a cute youngster" act to the maximum too, which can be annoying, but it can also turn your embarrassment into amusement and laughter

Honestly, most of the time when he's treating you like that after a blunder, it's because he wants you to see the humor in it too

Doesn't want you to be hard on yourself for doing something kinda embarrassing—happens to the best of us!

Still, make him treat you afterwards. He'll do it eventually, you just have to get through the annoying antics first.

[reztoru]

    ───── Music of the Forest

彡 Satoru is on a journey of coming to terms with his feelings for you, and he's come to find that the music his soul yearns for dwells within you, wherever you may be. 

tw / cw : fluff and a tiny bit of angst? there's a happy ending ,, tobacco is briefly mentioned but not used for smoking lol, slight jjk 0 spoilers ,, i think that's all but lmk if i missed anything

pairing : gojo x reader 

gender neutral, no physical descriptions of reader

a/n : born out of my love of the forests and inspired by a stsg painting I did. im so happy with how this turned out.

kinda me coded with a tiny tiny sprinkle of my own culture, but I think I kept it vague enough for everyone to enjoy.🫶🏾

w/c : 3.1k

Satoru has a knack for being a pest, at the best and worst of times. He needs to nourish his brain with information, desperate to know what causes people to tick. And as he’s grown older, he’s found himself observing the crowds around him a lot more.

He takes note of the way their energy engulfs them with the different emotions they endure. He sees how their anger is jagged and rude, or how their happiness appears in serene waves. Annoyance comes in spikes and sadness drizzles down.

And today is just another day for Satoru. Sat in his office, playing with a pen, avoiding work. Choosing to observe silently at the surrounding people. Seeing as they moved room to room, it was rather dull.

He became intrigued when he saw you wandering into the spooky forests. Mostly because you're someone he’s never gotten the opportunity to know. Thus, he couldn’t help but follow along — anything to get out of this boring paperwork.

He makes the hasty decision to teleport himself right next to you. Which caused him to startle you, popping up out of thin air like the menace he is. You tried giving him a smack, but his infinity stopped you, foiling your plan. Instead, you opted for scolding him. Warning him that if he was going to come with you, he best keep his mouth shut.

It was hard for him to abide by the single rule. Satoru being the never quiet man, always with something to say, and now with so many questions swirling within him.

“So, you wanna tell me why we’re sitting in the middle of the forest?” He said.

You shot him a look and shook your head, “I come here to heal, to think, whatever I need.”

He nodded slowly, pondering on your words, “and the forest helps to do that how? You eat berries and feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you pat the spot beside you, telling him to listen. And he did, though he hadn’t really understood at first. He’ll admit the wind was gentle, it was calm. You could hear the leaves moving and the wildlife scurrying about, but nothing felt healing about it — well, he certainly didn’t feel healed.

However before he could prod at you further, you reached over to pull something out of your bag. It was a small sack of brown flakes — tobacco, loosely wrapped in a red cloth, with little beads tucked into a design on the chunk of it. And he was left feeling even more confused, especially after you stood up to scatter some about.

“It’s an offering. I’m giving back what I’ve taken.” You said as you turned to face him. Almost as if you could read his mind.

Yes, you were a mysterious person to Satoru. Sitting in the middle of nowhere to heal your soul. Sprinkling brown flakes on the ground like you were seasoning the earth. It just made no sense to him, but you did seem content every time you emerged from the trees; looking more at ease.

And he couldn’t help but tag along with you whenever he could. Wanting to know what this was all about, what you were all about. He’d poke at you, bombarding you with questions on the occasions that you’d begrudgingly allow him to.

Slowly, you became a part of his routine, ingraining yourself in his already busy schedule. And these trips into the forest turned into getting lunch rather late in the day, or coffee a little too late at night. And your woodlands started to become too familiar to him.

It began with you asking him to come along and get a drink and then it was a picnic. After a while, these things were almost routine and if he wasn’t able to stay and chat; he made it a point to at least stand in line with you before he had to go.

During that time, he began to know you on a more human level, getting to understand how your gears turned. And during these fleeting moments he learned how you like your coffee, your favourite food and color. He also learned of the way you heal; the way you replenish your mind. It’s so vastly different from the way he literally refreshes his brain — it’s so mundane in comparison.

“I just don’t get it.” Satoru said, sipping his overly sweet drink.

You sat across from him, swirling your own beverage with a straw. Your leg bounced as your eyes met your own in the reflection of his imposter sunglasses.

“Well, maybe you haven’t found your music yet.”

“I have music,” he gasped, “like that one song by Avicii- “

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Your theme song,” you snickered, “this music is different, though. It heals your soul.”

You’d always tell him that his sound will find him, as it does with everyone. When the time is right, you’d say. He wasn’t able to wrap his head around your words, and he’d preach to you time and time again about how he didn’t get it. But you’d only ever roll your eyes and shake your head at him, “be patient.”

This was something that his eyes couldn’t give him answers to. Because even someone as godly as him was unable to fully comprehend it through sight alone. It wasn’t cursed energy, or some grand battle tactic. This was a reminder to him that there are boundaries and limits to what even the most powerful beings can understand. And this is something he had to experience on a deeper level, beyond the realm of vision.

When time rolls on, he starts to hear it. The sound of a distant melody. It was the brassy thrum of his heart when you’re near and the dewy pitch of your voice. And your rippling cackles that crashed through him. Though, it’s a little scary at first, this feeling isn’t new — and it’s certainly one he wasn’t hoping for a sequel of.

Because when Satoru falls, he falls hard. And it’s not a soft pillowy fall by any means. It’s in a way where he crashes and burns. His love scorches him and claws at his heart. Taunting him with what’s barely in his grasp — and that of which has long since left.

His feelings linger in his brain and dance deep within his core. They seem to flow through him in a more complex way, taking twists and turns that are difficult to predict. It’s all a little unnerving to him — you’re a little unnerving to him.

As he drifts away into his thoughts, he thinks to himself how you bring nothing but uncertainty. You’re a storm rippling its way through his steady breeze, bringing chaos in your pursuit. Though he supposes your rain is a kind of refreshing that his abilities can’t provide. And you leave behind a beautiful burst of colours when you go.

“You okay? You look kinda stupid with that lost look on your face.” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy right now.”

You give him a look, one that makes him feel a little too small. It feels a little too personal, and it’s a bit too knowing, as if you were the one who wielded the six eyes.

“Mhm right. When you’re done sulking, there’s this new bakery that I wanna check out.”

Admittedly, he feels a little giddy with the knowledge of you wanting to go out with him. Maybe his heart skips a beat right after the words leave your mouth, but he tries his hardest to brush it off and ignore it because this feeling doesn’t have a home in this wretched place of his.

It’s because he knows love is truly the most twisted curse of them all. It’s a swirl of every emotion under the sun and it can swallow you whole. One wrong move and everything could fall apart. There’s no manual for how to navigate through this sticky feeling, and there’s no right way to do it either. It’s as beautiful as it is cruel.

You add the fact that there’s a constant target on his back. People want him dead, curses do too. Logically, he knows that having you is selfish, it puts you at risk. Because allowing himself the pleasure of loving you is a losing game. And for that reason, he chose not to play; to be somebody who only watches as the show unfolds.

Thus, he tries to keep his distance, never letting his sickly emotions take the reins. But it seems the harder he tries to pull away, your soul holds him a little tighter; enticing him back in.

“Look, ‘toru!” You point to a group of funny looking mushrooms, with eyes shining so brightly they could put the sun to shame.

Your smile reaches out to grasp at his heart, holding it tightly, not wanting to let go. That’s when he swears the world stops; or something cheesy like that. The pieces of his heart crash around in his chest and he forgets how to breathe — how to move, how to function.

He sputters out, “Can we eat them?”

“Yes, or we could pick them and sell em for a fortune.” You let out a mischievous chuckle, “I’m only giving you a percent of the profits though, you already have too much money.”

He doesn’t know why he asks what kind of mushrooms they are, because he already knows. In fact, most of the things he listens to you ramble about he’s already quite knowledgeable on. But he gets to listen to your damn voice, and your attention isn’t on anybody but him as you explain these little interests of yours.

And he thrives in your rays of light. He almost seems to forget what emotion this is and what it entails. But maybe, he thinks, just for a moment, he can be Satoru, the annoying guy who gets under your skin, rather than Satoru Gojo, the strongest with the all-seeing eyes.

And it’s not until some faculty meeting that he realizes he’s down bad. Every time he tries to listen to what Yaga is saying, his orbs wander to you. He wonders if you’d want to get dessert later, or if you’ll invite him on a little picnic again.

It seems Satoru just gets lost in you. It’s become so blatantly obvious to everyone around him. Shoko nags at him and tells him to just go for it. Saying things like, “You’ll regret it more if you don’t.” And he hates that she’s probably right, he hates that he has these stupid feelings even more.

“You’re acting like an angsty teen.”

He huffs, crossing his arms, “am not. I just don’t have time for that relationship stuff.”

Shoko pauses what she's doing, placing a hand on the table in front of her as she turns to look at Satoru with a deadpan expression, “but you have time for dates.”

“They’re not dates.” He mumbles.

He wants to argue. He really does, but he knows he can’t. He especially knows because he’s stumbled down into Shoko’s grim abode more than enough times, asking her what the hell should I wear.

And maybe these feelings get a little too real when he finds himself focusing on you, when he should really be paying attention to his students. Observing in a daze as you walk across the field. Your arm shoots up to give him a wave, or maybe it was a wave to everyone, but he likes to think it was reserved for him.

Or maybe it’s when he’s making a cup of coffee, and you brush against him. And he just pauses what he’s doing because he finds you so captivating. He can’t help the way his hands yearn to trace every curve. To sculpt you into the space of his mind, and create a masterpiece that is you.

But whenever you’re near, his body is always left feeling a little confused as this calm and unease both settle as lovers within him. The unrest that stems from the lack of control, that unpredictability leaves him nervous. And he knows vulnerability comes with weakness, and to be weak is to be slashed down.

When he stumbles back into his office, he realizes he forgot cream and sugar. And it’s the little things like this that make his thoughts race. His brain wants him to run far away from you. It’s telling him to leave you behind before this can go any further. He tugs at his hair, clawing at his scalp. His eyes scan for something they can’t see. He desperately scours his mind to figure out what to do.

Knock knock

And his head shoots up. He feels like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. That is, until he realizes it’s you, and then things feel a little okay. Almost as if you bring along the unspoken words he’s searching for. You don’t pry, and you don’t ask questions he doesn’t wanna answer.

Maybe that’s why he’s grown to feel this way for you. You don’t push too hard, and when you do, it’s always at the right times. Oh, and you’re always sure to bring him some proper food when you pop in to say hi. You do all these things and expect nothing in return.

You dig deeper than the flimsy mask he wears and you’re patient with these circles he finds himself running in. You don’t chase him, instead you stroll behind, cherishing the journey that you’ve found yourself on. In the end, he feels human with you.

“Did you eat something today? You look ghostly.” You giggle, holding up a bag, “I brought lunch, let’s eat.”

And it’s now, he thinks, it starts to fall into place, when he feels it the most. It’s almost as if when you’re around, a sense of peace washes over him, a feeling of calm that he can’t find anywhere else. It gives his soul a phantom sensation of being so tenderly held; of loving arms around him. It’s not just a physical sensation, but something deeper, something that touches his core.

It’s like he can feel his essence expanding, reaching out towards something unknown, as if they were two halves of the same whole. It’s a feeling of completeness, of being exactly where he’s meant to be. And when he breathes, it’s as if he’s inhaling remnants of himself; or rather, somebody foreign, yet so very familiar to him. 

And it’s days like today where he craves this sound the most. Days where the world feels a little empty and dull. No amount of reverse techniques can mend the passing of a friend you once cherished so much. He doesn’t wanna listen to the talk of the surrounding people. He doesn’t want to boil in anger and sadness. And he especially doesn’t want to be left alone thinking about all the what ifs.

Like clockwork, you poke your head into this wintery office of his. You take a seat and push a bottle of water towards him, followed by a little sandwich that you probably made at home. You don’t say anything, allowing him to wither in the noise you bring. And little by little he nibbles quietly on the food you offer, sipping the water as he goes.

Your eyes find his when you break the silence, “Seriously, Satoru, are you okay?”

“Always.” He gave you a toothy grin, but his facade has grown to become useless against you.

In return, you give him a soft smile; a knowing one, “Whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

Off you go again, into those trees to listen for something he can’t seem to find. His heart yearns for this sound that you speak of. It’s dire for him to know. He craves the calm you have and the peace you carry. And he wonders if you’ll ever give him a taste of it.

He lets himself linger in the essence you’ve left behind. Pondering on the events that have taken place over the months. You’ve so diligently taken care of everyone affected by the tragedy, and yet you still find the time to come to him and comfort him in a way he doesn’t know he needs.

Satoru sighs loudly, running a hand through his snowy hair. He asks himself if he could handle your death, if he could let you go. He also wonders if he’s looking too deep into this.

His heart reaches out to find your remnants, begging for your peace. It pleads for your calm and yearns for your ease. And this is when he almost subconsciously gets up to follow you along into your pillowy green song. His legs started to move before his mind could protest. It feels natural; it feels normal. Your vibrations linger on the path he follows and his roots guide him to his haven.

It’s in these woods Satoru has found his heart lies with you. It dances with you as you pull him in to move along to the sounds of your music. His heart sings a little out of tune with you in the mornings and it sways along to your memory. And as he delves deeper into these trees, the sound is clear to him more than ever.

He can hear the echoing hums that follow the wind, guiding it into the ears that are willing to listen. The leaves that dance and sing, and the life within them that stomps their feet. The wild flowers that do their best to keep up, giving to the little bees that decide to follow. And he sees how the sun shines brightly down on the whispers of the world, carrying its warmth to those who may need it.

This is where peace is found. And this is where the heart goes to heal, taking the sacred medicine and using it to prepare the soul for its next battle — whatever it may be. And this is exactly what Satoru needs; a cleanse of his broken heart. Far away from the bustling city life. It’s a place where time stands still and chooses to tenderly embrace the wandering spirits that pay it a visit.

Deep within is where he finds you, basking quietly in the light rays. Allowing your body to nourish itself with what’s offered to you. And during these scarce moments, Satoru has come to find that the music of the forest dwells within you, wherever you may be.

[slimesam]

The Nun and her familiar Devil ( Gun x Y/N)

 Pairing: Gun x reader

Setting: Fantasy AU

Summary: Your third year student who is now summoning your own familiar and somehow you have summon a literary hot as hell demon as your familiar. Your familiar, He is sadistic man that love to see you struggles when you're fighting monster, he loves to see you squirm as he goes near you and specially when he mentions your "meat" is his favorite part.

He wonder when will your give in to him

A/N: Hello fan of Lookism and Simp of Gun, Welcome to my fan fiction!

This is supposed to be a one shot that was made in a wimp from an ask I sent to Cat but somehow I turned it into a small series instead of one-shot.

Btw I insert some lookism fans acc in this fictions like Miss Ihester, there will be others also but its like an easter egg Lol, but I may also make other series that connected to this one.

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"Ha Gun ha what the ha.. heck is this spore mushroom ha, why does it ha.. make me like this ha.." The nun in black pants as she trembles from the heats in her wet core as she holds her claymore tightly while trying not to collapse to the ground.

 The demon with a scar between his pitch-black eyes with white irises name Gun looks at the Gigantic scarlet Mushroom that sprouts its spores like it's snowing. 

 Gun rub his nape as he stares blankly at the mushroom 'So that's what would happen when the aphrodisiacs mushroom being cultivate in the human realm, How should I fix this mess I made.'

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Let's go back to the beginning before this incident.

 Y/n is a complicated nun that curses their Goddess/God but also praises them. She is a third year student in priesthood academy her lecture is now permitted to summon their official familiar that will be their companion for the rest of their life.

 The Priesthood academy is a place for future nuns and priests to study they are also semi-mages that support every adventurer's team and they are also healers and revivers of the dead adventurers note this to revive a person they must have preserved the body part or a bone of the person also it cost 500 gold for one revive unless you have insurance guild you can say that priest and healer basically a loan shark and greedy bunch when money is involved.

 "Next Miss L/N, Please go to the middle and burn the sigil." The instructor said to the student as he didn't bother to look up from his booklet as he scribble his observations.

 Y/n happily skipped to the summoning circle as she was excited to have her familiar. Every classmate of her have an interesting familiar ranging from dire wolf to unicorn to elemental spirits, what y/n want is a Pegasus as she can basically be an air force or make a company that serves as an air carrier which can earn a lot of gold coins due to being rare occupation as it is a fast delivery and she can just ditch being a healer and cleric to some noob adventures.

 She prays to the gods and goddesses for her wish to come true as she lights the sigil. When the sigil burned all out there is nothing happened no smoke bomb, no blinding light, and no magic circle popping out nowhere to reveal the familiar like in every manga or anime we reader see.

 Y/n is getting all the stares that make her mind go on many scenarios as she is the only student that doesn't have any familiar as the sigil burnout and tension of awkwardness being directed to her made her anxious.

 Then suddenly the light flickers like in a horror movie, and many students look confused as to why there is fog slowly showing up. The instructor looks pale as he thinks this is not what a regular summoning should be like as he furiously flips the book to look for any description of what type of summon ms. L/N done.

 "Mm? Interesting a human summoned me." Deep Voice echoes the chamber as the summoning circle turns a liquid black puddle like it's some sort of portal.

  Tap

 Tap

 Tap

 Tap

 A leather shoe taps sound can be heard in the portal and a man with a horn emerged out of the portal.

 "Curious, curious a human wants to be a master of this demon? It has been ..mmm centuries since I made a deal " The man with the horn smirks as he climbs the stair of the portal fully revealing the devil, He wears a puffy V shirt that reveals his glorious abs, black pants, and a high-class leather shoes.

 'Kyaaaah!! Is he a summon!?! He so Hot!' All the females internally scream as they see that asset of the devil

 The demon notices his summoner and approaches the Newly confused master and observing her up and down.

 He smirks ‘She has a lot of potential and her body has consistency “meat” in her’

 (Even I an author of this ff dunno what he referring on the “meat”)

 The lights of the chamber brighten as it becomes stable, everyone stares at the summon of y/n its a demon not sure which type until the instructor is able to identify it, but that familiar has the alpha and a fit guy that can last for many hours aura made many nuns blushes at the demon as they all thought 'His soo 10/10, just look at his biceps and his revealing abs even his face is too cool.'

 "Are you sure this is familiar ?!? That's an Arch demon!" One of the students that is obsessed to demons biography was startled from the summon of Y/n as he recognized what type of demon did she summon

 Many student murmurs

 "Does that means y/n has a high score?"

 "Wait can a demon be a familiar??"

 "My God why does a demon have to be too hot, should I be a cult member just to summon this type of hot guy" 

 "Does that mean y/n is a cultist??"

 "SILENCES!!"

 All students shut their mouths as they heard the familiar strict voice.

 "Isn't prof. Nabe at herba-"

 Whip

 Yawouch!

 "Silences! You little cattle! Have you all little shits forgotten your last semester on Monster and familiars subject about the familiar summon!?! The summoning sigil reflects the soul of your or the reflection of your mana size!” Professor with a riding whip name Nabe shouts at the student

 “But Sir wouldn’t Y/n be a member of- Yawouch!” The student protest got whipped by the riding corp of Professor Nabe.

“No Objection! You little shits have forgotten that those time of witch hunting and demon execution era have already passed and all the being ranging from witches, Elf and dwarfs to demons are being accepted as long as they are sentient being that has moral and does not cross the line of the Creator degree with its condition of all being are equal as long as they don’t cross the line in the list.” Nabe snaps at the students who objected to y/n being a cultist.

Professor Nabe is a demihuman dire wolf that settles in the Human capital, he is one of the professors that teach beast/monster taming, History, and potions-making subjects also he is one of the best teachers who doesn't dally his presentation/report without mentioning any unrelated subject.

Silences ensured

"Well, then since Noone is protesting anymore everyone except Miss Y/n will need to write a 2-page report on Demon biography and the history of the creator degree! The deadline will be the next session on history subject which is in two days" Professor Nabe announced and this made chaos in the summoning hall

"SIR?!? (WAIT TWO DAYS only?!?)" The student now protested as they heard that they will have a report to do on his subject.

Whip!

Eek!

Nabe whipped and pointed his crop whip to the student which made all the students soften their voices as they feared to be whipped "SILENCE! Since everyone showed that they have forgotten their last semester's lessons, you youngsters need to be refreshed by doing the 2 pages of the report that now consists of 5 pages with details as you protested!" 

All the students made faces that showed their unamused ness and tired face from having another stack of assignments on their list to finish.

"Uuuuuh, Miss L/N you will need to meet the head priest of light to help you register your demon to the Taejun's foreign affair as summoning a demon is actually an  illegal crossing between dimensions." The pitiful summoner's instructor intrudes on the new master and the demon staring contest and epps as he sees familiar glares at him when he finishes talking.

Y/n merely nods as she is still too dazed about what's going on and she bows to the instructor to excuse her.

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Y/n closed the door of the summoning class and sighed as she felt all peer pressures had been lifted but now she can feel the stares of her new familiar.

His stare is intense, it's like he is assessing her if she is worthy of being his master, y/n can't take the stares anymore she wants to turn her head to have word with him and what she first sees is her familiar's chest.

Seeing his toned chest y/n tries not to drool on those muscles as she forced herself to look up at her familiar face trying not to look back down again as it can be rude.

Her familiar's pitch-black eyes and glowing white irises stare at her while she is sweating nervously at how intense it is. Y/n wants to break the silence but can't.

In all y/n honesty, her familiar body type is basically her type but she can't fall for that as she doesn't even know his personality additionally they are masters and familiars relationship now...

But there is some record that some master actually bedded their intellect summon like a dragon, orcs of another world, or even king spirit in the record of Taejun, and if she remembers there is an underclass that accidentally got into a familiar contract with a nine tail fox.

'Goo and Ihes it? I should ask them how to manage an intellectual summon. Now that I think about it the way my summons dresses it looks like the future expenses will make my wallet cry.'

Y/n’s familiar made a move as he sees his master get distracted, he touch her chin to force y/n to look at him. "Is my summoner thinking something? "

He moves closer to her face, y/n can feel their lips almost touching as her face is getting red like a boiled tomato and she can feel her cheek heating up.

"Master Y/n, you can call me Gun as everyone called me" her familiar named Gun backs out and smirks as he sees Y/n face getting flustered on his teases.

"A-anyway, G-gun follow me instructor (random name) said that we should go to the Head priest DG office to register your summon file in Teajun foreign affair so that you won't be detained by the underworld's security of foreign affairs." Y/n was flustered as she turned in the direction of the office and walked away.

Gun follows her like a good bodyguard.

Who knows what their future relationship will be in their partnership.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this!

[reilliane]

dear anon who sent that vigil!mc + scaramouche meeting idea,

I AM SO GLAD I WASN'T THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT ABOUT MC AND SCARA MEETING OML (┛✧Д✧))┛彡┻━┻

i could low-key think of a song playlist for that entire idea alone like (yes, it'd be angsty af) (would probably just be filled with songs we've all cried over at this point)

olivia rodrigo's traitor

~god i wish you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you

ricky montgomery's snow

~summer's over, love had left her screaming at the screen

~take my mind, take my body, take my father's conscience from me

taylor swift's all too well

~autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days

~and I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all

~and I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

~so casually cruel in the name of being honest, I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'cause I remember it all, all, all too well

~and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?

taylor swift's enchanted

~the playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

~I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you

Hamilton's first burn (lmao don't ask—)

~I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn, I'm re-reading your letters, and watching them burn

~heaven forbid someone whisper "he's part of some scheme"

KP's the one that got away

~Its time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

TS's the story of us

~I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

gonna stop before this ask gets too long but i have more if you want just say the word, dearie

but anyways

what if the only reason he keeps sending letters is because it's one of the only things that's close to giving him that— even just an ounce of humanity he's looking for

what if after the whole fiasco she couldn't keep it in anymore and tells kazuha—and/or the rest of the gang

how does one even react to that?

traveler and paimon just in shock cuz this lovely lady knew the freaking balladeer?! (‘◉⌓◉’)

or in the case she tells no one and takes it to her grave

she's still somewhat in denial when she finds out

what if after travler splashes albedo's work with the water, it hasn't full dried yet in the early morning and mc just happened to be taking a walk in the plaza, she sees the painting and—

oh archons, she's horrified

kazuha follows after her shortly, and is so worried when his dear onee-san just pales out of nowhere Ó╭╮Ò

imagine mc finds out he's the 6th harbinger through traveler

Oh my these are lovely lyrics...

Hm, letters with regards to sheltering the only shred of humanity he seeks... sounds very pre-Fatui!Scaramouche. What is it that a puppet desires more than a heart? :')

If MC spills the truth it would undoubtedly shake everyone with surprise. Though I can see her taking it to her grave.

Such an abominable meeting... no, no, Kazuha can't possibly know

T-T

[jeonstellate]

timestamp: transient

it’s 6:08 pm when you become seungmin’s muse.

๑彡 kim seungmin x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 love at first sight!au, photographer!au, stranger!au, tourist!au — little angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.6K words

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Kim Seungmin found himself surrounded by small forevers as he stood meters away from Paris’ most famous tourist attraction. As a photographer in his leisure time, he was no stranger to magnificent views. However, it didn’t mean he stopped appreciating capture-worthy sceneries after a while.

On the contrary, each precious moment he had seen have strengthen his ability to feel and capture anything that presents itself. With enough practice, he was able to memorialize anything that exist within reasonable timeframes. From hours to seconds, including those that only lasted for milliseconds, if he was ready and alert, he could immortalize almost anything.

Seungmin remembered, rather clearly, his most favorite photographed moments of his siblings. Chan, Changbin, and Jisung when they were goofing off as they entered their dorm after their respective workouts. Minho when he played with a cat on the street on their way to get groceries. Jeongin when he was full-on laughing at whatever shenanigans their other brothers were doing. Hyunjin and Yongbok when the former made the latter model for one of his sketches. As frequent subjects of his photography, his siblings have gotten used to the deep click that goes off out of nowhere.

For Seungmin, it was the simplest things — small, little details — that made a moment worth capturing. Being out in a foreign country, especially near sunset, he was half-tempted to immortalized everything he was seeing. From the sky being painted with the most aesthetically pleasing array of colors to the different kinds of genuine love he was seeing all around him, he recognized he wasn’t in short of a muse even if his brothers weren’t currently around.

And yet . . . he still struggled to find the muse.

Everyone and everything was a muse by their own right, of course, but nobody and nothing seem to standout to him.

Nevertheless, with the fleeting blend of tangerine, salmon pink, and lavender all around him, Seungmin leveled his camera to his face. He then willed, silently, for the cosmos to show him what he was looking for.

Still, with the building anticipation, Seungmin never expected his muse to be personified by the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. He didn’t mean to stare, but he found himself almost completely frozen in awe. Through the small window of his camera, he watched as his subject of art looked up at the Eiffel Tower with sparkling bright eyes. Then, while he was still unable to tear his eyes away, he took note of how their stance and choice of clothing gave away something crucial about them.

Everything about his newly found muse screamed tourist — and, simultaneously, temporary.

Not that those mattered to him, anyway.

The person, whoever and whatever they might be, was still his chosen muse — even if he was not theirs.

Seungmin valued the ethicality of consent, but he also knew it would be his greatest regret if he let his much-awaited, picture-perfect moment pass. Thus, for the sake of his own sanity, he compromised with using overdue consent for his shots as a possible conversation starter.

Yet, of course, that was without realizing the universe’s plan — which, as quickly as it gave him his muse, also took them away from him just as quick.

When Seungmin lowered down his camera, his muse was already a retreating figure in his sight — gone with every second that ticked away.

With that, he was effectively robbed of a chance to converse; but, in return, he was left with something he would often find himself clinging onto months after.

It was the name his muse answered to when called by someone out of his sight. It was the exact same address that they made a promise to "be there in a second."

[first name].

The sun had disappeared and the sky had been engulfed by endless darkness. The waxing gibbous moon shone and, together with a few scattered stars, illuminated the otherwise utterly dark night.

Under the blinding lights of Paris, Kim Seungmin was left yearning for his muse.

[callikari]

is ur ethincity korean

no i'm lao and filipino 😭 but i live in california !!

[du0tine]

★𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝟐𝟏 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑彡

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝐈) 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

𝐈𝐈) 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔:

𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄. 

𝐈𝐈𝐈) 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

'𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍' 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅.

It doesn’t seem too complicated right? But to Doyoung it was incredibly difficult, perhaps even impossible. Why you ask? It was because all his life Doyoung could rely on no-one but himself. In his eyes he was the only person deemed suitable to be with him. A man of his caliber deserved the best and in his eyes he was the only thing that met his standards because he created his own standards. Within the confinements of his mind was a fantasy, one that he developed into a utopia. A world where everything must be fit to his liking otherwise he doesn’t want it. 

Having everything be perfect in his life made Doyoung happy but it didn’t hide the looming feeling of loneliness that lingered in the pit of his stomach. With each and every day he knew he couldn’t complete himself, he needed someone else to do so and it made him feel sick. Obtaining everything in life for him used to be so easy, so why was it so hard to find a lover? 

To him being a perfectionist meant being a loner and being a loner meant being a loser and to Doyoung that made him feel pathetic. 

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? ��𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

'𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒' 𝐀 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃.

There is no ethereal being who creates, controls, and destroys all. The being you worship upon statues, written scribes and within the confinements of your tainted mind and heart simply does not exist. His rules are bound to be broken since there are no real rules, hence there is no reason to abide by them. 

If you restrain yourself to such a false being you live the life of a coward. “Listen to me carefully; step out of your chains, and free yourself. Find the light, find your way, and place yourself upon the scale of pureness and evil.”

With those words, he pays no attention to the figure that silently weeps and pushes past the oak doors. Silver cross clutched tightly within his fist as he makes his way into the dark bedroom and towards the king-sized bed where two beings he’d grown to hate laid in a deep slumber. One they’d never wake up from. Killed by the hands of he who they’d tormented, with an ornament they’d spilled blood for. Because of god they’d face their demise. 

With nothing left but a bashed-in skull, crimson blood splattered everywhere. Covering every inch of the holy, silver cross gashed and implanted within their horrified faces. In the end, there’d be no boy to be found. 

For he was gone, not a single pint of purity left within him leaving nothing but a monster. 

Zhong Chenle would commence his journey to becoming a god with his first cold-blooded murder. 

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

'𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘' 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

You don’t call the shots, Ten does. After all he’s the one that spent his life orchestrating this beauty that is you. A being so ethereal and astronomical, he feels like all the stars in the galaxy cannot even come close to your beauty. You aren’t even real, you can’t feel emotions. You’re just a robot, an android created by him and yet day by day he continues to pull your wires, twisting and turning your gears. He’s got the key to your heart and he holds it tightly in his hands and you’ve got simply nowhere to go for the two of you float in space all alone. Strolling bittersweetly across the milky way just you and him.

Soon he makes you feel, he makes you shudder under his touch and he makes you feel euphoric and absolutely ecstatic. But do you really feel how he wants you to? Who’s to say you can’t start making the calls for yourself? Slowly you start to awaken, your mind starts to take control and you soon figure out that two can play this game of cat and mouse. 

The puppeteer soon becomes the puppet and you’ll stop at nothing to make him wither in agony and pain. You’re willing to kill Ten just to make him feel the same way you did. He’ll accept it though won’t he? After all he’s always loved what he’s made, even if it’s just a monster. 

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

AUTHORS NOTE:

The reason why I'm doing three people for my own collaboration which to be honest sounds and seem quite pathetic is because people kept dropping out without notice either saying nothing or doing it too late. So I had to take it upon myself to write for them. I didn’t post them separately for the teasers and just put them all in one so they can all gain your attention instead of separately.

All edits are mine please don’t repost, copy or steal.

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 ©︎𝑫𝑼0𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Deep Blue Fantasy Part Five

Pairing: Merman!Tamaki Amajiki x fem!reader

Warnings: None (second-hand embarrassment?)

Author's Note:

So this one is the longest one so far. Maybe I could have edited it to be a little shorter, but I struggle to do that kind of thing (also I wanted to get started on the next part) so have this anyway. This one's a little goofy, but just please bear with me. 

I don't know what else to say.

Nnnngggg

-Sugar

✤✤✤✤✤

{Pt. 1}  {Pt. 2}  {Pt. 3}  {Pt. 4}  {Pt. 5}  {Pt. 6}  {Pt. 7}

くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡くコ:彡

"Hey. Hey, Tamaki, wake up."

Your voice floated into Tamaki's ears, causing him to awaken from his slumber. Light bled into his eyes as he blearily opened them, your face hovering above his. Cool hands laid expectantly on his shoulders, fresh from having shaken him. Tamaki sat up, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes. It took him a moment to remember where he was, registering the feeling of air and gravity on his body.

"Come on," you excitedly whispered, stepping back. "I want to show you something."

Tamaki threw his legs over the side of the bed, making sure he had good footing before walking up next to you. He was surprised at how quickly he was learning to walk, each occasion of getting to his feet becoming easier with practice.

You grabbed his hand in yours, making Tamaki's heart jump, and pulled him through the halls and out into the dawn, the sun barely visible on the horizon. The former merman had seen the sunrise before, usually while he waited for you to turn up on your beach, but there was something so incredibly new and different about seeing it here; on land, with you. You stood at his side, your hand clutched in his. Grass poked at the bottoms of his feet, and there was a feeling of overall warmth he simply wasn't used to; his body no longer perpetually encased by the cold sea.

He followed you as you pulled him along, traipsing over a moderately worn path. The familiar sound of crashing waves met his ears as the path began to slope down. Finally, he saw it. The ocean, but this time, from the vantage point of the black-sand beach. You continued to lead him, his toes hitting fine sand. He had never felt dry sand before, and Tamaki was suddenly overcome with the urge to bend down and sink his hands in it. He didn't stop though, letting you take him as far as you dared.

"This is where I found you," you finally said, halting and pointing to a general area on the ground.

Tamaki glanced at where you pointed and then out to sea, his eyes scanning over the familiar rocks that jutted from the violent waves. I found you here too.

"I come out to this beach every morning," you continued. "It's kind of my routine. I like to take little walks over here. There's just something about the sea . . . it relaxes me. Don't you think it's beautiful?"

Tamaki nodded, his eyes dropping to look at your face. There was a soft, lovely expression upon it as you looked out at the water, your gaze following the crest of the waves as white sea foam flew up and out of the nearly black waters. Tamaki suddenly wished your roles could be reversed; maybe take you into the sea, which you so loved, as his mermaid, diving together into the dark depths until the end of time. A part of him wondered what would happen if he put his necklace over your head. Probably nothing, since it was only enchanted to give a merperson human legs, but still.

"I'll admit a little something to you, but you have to promise to keep it secret." Your voice jarred him out of his thoughts.

"Okay," he answered. "You know how good I am at keeping secrets."

He nervously laughed with you at his attempt at a joke, the humor helping to ease a bit of tenseness he wasn't even aware had begun to build up in his shoulders.

"Okay, so, when I come up here," you continued, "sometimes I like to sing into the breeze. You know, just let my voice carry out into the ocean. Crazy right?"

"How is that crazy?" Tamaki asked, his throat bobbing in anticipation. This was what he'd been waiting for, a chance to hear you up close.

You shrugged, your smile a little embarrassed. "I don't know. It's not like there's anyone around to hear."

He had been around to hear, and he'd thought you sounded lovely. "Can I listen to you?"

You blushed, unused to having an established audience for your music. Nevertheless, you began to hum, warming up your vocal cords. Tamaki had heard you sing this particular tune before, and he listened intently as words began to pour from your throat.

Mersong doesn't have lyrics, per se. There was still usually a meaning behind their music, but never anything like Tamaki heard now. You sang of the ocean and the moon, of a foreign yet familiar longing for times long gone.

Your voice was clear, soaring and falling effortlessly within your chest. Tamaki could only listen on in awe as your song began to conclude, a light blush present on your cheeks.

You were so beautiful then. Tamaki couldn't help but notice it. With your signature delicate circlet placed lightly on your head, the sea air lightly tousling your (H/T) hair, your plush lips still parted as you drew out a final, gentle hum . . . . It was almost too much for him.

He suddenly remembered the object he'd tucked into his pocket the night before. Tamaki reached down and pulled it out, keeping his eyes trained on you. Your gaze was currently locked on the ocean, silently watching the waves advance and retreat on the sand. Tamaki's movements however made you turn back to him, about to nervously ask what he'd thought of your spontaneous private concert. Instead, Tamaki was currently slowly placing a sponge on the top of his head, eyes locked on you.

He brought his hands back down, staring as if waiting for your reaction, crimson heavy on his cheeks. You just stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the heck he was doing.

At your silence, Tamaki finally bit his lip, glancing away. Were you rejecting him? He was probably being too forward. Was this too soon for you? Why weren't you saying anything?

"Tamaki?" you finally questioned.

He reached up, sheepishly taking it off. You wouldn't stop staring at him. What had he done wrong? Another part of the custom suddenly worked its way back into his mind.

As a last resort, Tamaki tossed the sponge at you. The squishy material bounced squarely off your nose, and you jumped back in surprise.

"What the—!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Okay, what was that?" You gently touched your nose with the tips of your fingers. Not because it had hurt you, but more to solidify to yourself what just happened.

"I um, I—I'm sorry!" he said again.

"Where did you even—why would you—?" You were so flustered you could scarcely form a coherent sentence.

Tamaki stopped short. Did you not know what it meant? You looked just as confused as he was, if not more.

"Was my singing that bad?" you asked, half-joking, trying to process what was going on.

"N-no! Your song was so beautiful a-and so was your voice! It's just—oh, I've ruined everything—!" Tamaki hid his face in his hands, wishing he could disappear. Maybe he could jump back in the ocean and you would forget he ever existed.

"So that happened," you said, trying to piece together what he might have been trying to do.

"L-look, just . . . forget I did that." Tamaki decided he'd try a different means to ask you out, and possibly later.

"Alright."

Tamaki peeked out from between his fingers. You bent down and picked up the sponge from the ground.

You narrowed your eyes at it, and then looked back up at Tamaki. "Did you get this from the bathroom?"

"Uhh . . . yes."

"Why are you carrying around one of my sponges?"

"I—I want you to like me." Tamaki shifted his fingers so they covered his eyes again.

"So you threw a sponge at me."

"Yes."

You squinted at him, more perplexed than ever. "Is this just one of your 'I'm not going to tell you who I am' things?"

"Uh, yeah."

You sighed, giving the offending object in your fist a few quick squeezes. "Okay, then. I'll take your word for it."

Tamaki peeked out again. "You're not mad?"

You shook your head, looking back down at the sand. "I just wish I could get to know you." You turned on your heel, making your way back to your home. Tamaki stood there for a moment, letting you put some distance between yourselves before following after you. None of this was working as he had expected, and now he had no idea how to fix it.

I have to tell her. That's what she wants.

He sped up, falling into step with you.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," he said.

"It's fine. What were you trying to say?"

Tamaki took his lip between his teeth again. "Your voice is so pretty . . . . I don't know."

You smiled softly. "Thanks, I guess. I don't normally sing in front of people. Don't normally have sponges thrown at me either . . . . Is that . . . normal where you come from?"

"Yeah."

"Huh. I've never heard of it. I guess we do the same with flowers."

"You do?"

"Yeah." You glanced over and noticed Tamaki still looked troubled. "I'm not mad," you assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I think I understand."

Fear shot through Tamaki's eyes. "You do?"

"Well, I'm trying. It would help if you could tell me." You nudged him.

Tamaki sighed. "It's a long story."

You pushed your lips to the side, thinking. "Hmm. How about I show you how to make bread? That's a long process. We can talk while we do that. Sound good?"

Tamaki looked up eagerly. He had been intrigued by your talk of bread and anticipated seeing how it was made, especially if you were involved. "Yeah, that's great."

"It's settled then. I'll learn more about you, and you can learn about bread making!"

You led him back to the chateau, taking him swiftly down to the kitchens. Tamaki noticed that Gabriel was nowhere to be seen, which was a relief to him. He could talk freely around you without having to worry about the man overhearing.

You grabbed two fruits from a basket and handed one to Tamaki. It was spherical and red, and he heard a crunching noise as you bit into yours. He decided to do the same, finding the white flesh on the inside to be quite enjoyably sweet.

You bent below the counter, grabbing a book from a cabinet below. Still taking bites from your apple, you began to flip through the pages, looking for your favorite bread recipe.

Once you had located the page, you began to pull out the ingredients: flour, yeast, salt, and a cup for water. You let the water heat over an open flame encased in stone, waiting a minute before removing it and sprinkling some yeast into the cup. You took a spoon and stirred it gently, finally moving it aside for it to set.

"So," you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter. "Mind telling me what the deal is with you?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy—"

"You threw a sponge at me this morning. I already think you're crazy. Besides, we can't do anything until the yeast bubbles, so you have five minutes to get started."

Starting? Where could he even start? And five minutes . . . all he needed was one sentence really. Tamaki tried to recall what he had rehearsed the night before, finally deciding on one path.

"It's true, that I've never been on land," he said.

You squinted at him, eager to hear what he had to say yet quietly wondering how that could be possible.

"You see, I've never left the ocean before. That's because I—I'm not exactly human."

Your eyebrows pulled together, not certain if you should believe him but still intrigued. "So what are you?" you asked.

"I'm a part of a species," he went on, "a sort of mer-people. I've never had legs before, just a tail—"

"You're a merman?!" you asked, incredulous.

Tamaki blinked. "You've heard of us?"

"In legends and stories, yes. But you're not really considered a recognized species. Most people don't even believe they exist; just an old sailors' tale." You paused, beginning to process what he'd told you. "Wait a second. How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Tamaki gulped. "I could show you if you like, but I'd rather not. Growing legs really really hurt. So much so that I kinda passed out. Washed ashore . . . ."

"Oh my gods," you whispered. "But how? How did you just grow legs?"

Tamaki pulled the shell necklace out of his shirt, showing it to you. "This necklace here. I'm borrowing it from a mermaid. All I have to do is wear it and I have legs."

You rested your fingers against your mouth and chin, going back to mulling over what he had just relayed to you. "You know," you muttered, "it makes sense."

"Huh?"

"Everything makes sense now. Normally, I would call you crazy, but I mean, your original story barely even checked out at all. But now this? It makes much more sense. You were naked, you can't walk, you don't barely even know how to take care of yourself . . . ."

Tamaki winced at that. Geez, you could at least try to be more oblique.

He could practically see your mind racing as it looked as though you mentally replayed every interaction you'd had with him the day before. It made him uncomfortable, wanting to do the same just to see how badly he might have embarrassed himself.

"But why?" you asked, turning to look at him again. "Why would you want to leave the ocean?"

Tamaki blushed, knowing now that he wasn't ready to confess his crush on you. "I-I heard you singing, on one of your morning walks to the beach. I'd never seen a human before, and I wanted to get a closer look."

You lent him a small smile. "You could have just swum up to me. You didn't need legs to come and say hi."

"Well, your beach is really rough," Tamaki said, earning a hum from you in agreement. "Besides, we don't even speak the same language."

"But you're talking to me now."

"Yes, but that's the side effect of this necklace. I can understand your language, and you can understand me. But only you can hear me. I think everyone else just kind of hears nonsense when I try to talk to them."

"Why?"

"Because you were the first human to touch me after I put it on."

"That's strangely specific."

Tamaki shrugged helplessly. He didn't make the rules.             (⌐■‿■)

"I guess it explains why you didn't want to talk to Gabriel. And also why Brianne wouldn't get off my back about how creepy you are—"

"She what?"

"Nevermind." You paused to shake your head. "So how do the merpeople talk?" you asked. "What does it sound like?"

Tamaki tapped his fingers together. "It doesn't quite sound like anything, exactly. We use sign language primarily, but we can also sort of make little pinging noises and such."

"Ohh, that makes sense, since voices don't really work underwater." You nodded, catching on to what he was saying. You glanced over to your yeast cup, which had begun to bubble nicely. You added a good scooping pinch of salt to the mix, along with some more water before mixing it together well. "So why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" you asked, placing a bowl on the counter and measuring out a few cups of flour into it.

Tamaki chewed on his lip. "I didn't think you'd accept me."

You frowned to yourself as you added the liquid mixture, beginning to stir it in with the flour. "Well, I guess I would have had a hard time believing you."

Tamaki focused on your mixture in the bowl, watching as it combined into a sticky mass. "Besides, I'm really not supposed to be here," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Being among humans, turning into one; it's kinda illegal."

"Ohh." You started to strain a bit as the dough got more difficult to stir, putting as much arm strength as you could into keeping it moving. "So this kind of thing has happened before? Mermaids turning into people?"

"Um, nothing I've really heard of. Do you want help?"

"I've got it," you said. "The dough is pretty much ready anyway."

"I thought you said it took a long time."

"Oh, no. This is just the first part." You paused for a moment, a thought striking you. "You've never had bread before." It was more of a statement than a question.

Tamaki suddenly felt a bit defensive. "So?"

"There wouldn't be any way to bake it underwater, much less keep it dry." You looked back to him. "This is so cool! It's like you're from a completely different world than me."

"I am," Tamaki admitted. "I've already learned so much from being here."

"I can teach you even more," you said excitedly. "All you have to do is ask."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I get to hear about your home too, right?"

"Sure."

You beamed at him, finally ceasing in your dough mixing. "I'll start with bread baking. Sadly, we can't really get started for another twenty minutes because this has to rise."

As you waited, you began to explain yeast and how it worked. When you finished, you caught his gaze again.

"So the sponge this morning."

Tamaki blushed all over again, hiding his face in his hands. "I have a feeling I should not have done that."

"I just want to know what it meant."

Tamaki was too embarrassed to say. "I—I just really liked your singing."

"Well, thank you. But why were you carrying it around?"

Tamaki frantically tried to think of an answer. "It's, uh, a merman thing."

"Oh."

The two of you started to truly converse, exchanging information about yourselves with each other. When it was time, you split the dough in half and showed Tamaki how to pound his fists into the risen concoction. You watched as he awkwardly attempted to roll it between his hands and the counter, glancing over to you every so often in order to try to copy your technique. Eventually, he started to get the hang of it, pushing and pulling in a similar manner to your own practiced hands.

You noticed that something odd was starting to happen to you every time you looked at Tamaki. This feeling towards him was in no way foreign to you. You'd laid awake last night, unable to think about anything other than him. There was no way for you to deny that you'd begun to take interest in the new boy. You liked how he seemed so genuine, and his sweet, awkward nature had yet to fail to make your heart stutter. And the way he treated you; like you were any other person. There was no over the top groveling, no awkward attempts at trying to impress you. With Tamaki, you scarcely felt like you were bound to duties and a title at all. The secret-keeping had put you off, but now that you knew why . . . .

He was a merman. Wow. Were you really starting to develop a crush on a mythical creature? Granted, you hadn't known he was a mythical creature, and there was no reason for you to think otherwise until now. How would it even work . . . ?

"Uh, (Y/N)?"

Your fist suddenly punched the counter, completely missing the dough you had been absentmindedly aiming for. You hissed as a dull ache spread through the side of your hand, looking at it disappointedly as if it had betrayed you.

"Yeah?" you finally answered Tamaki, turning to look at him.

"Are you . . . alright?"

He was so cute, looking so concerned. The way his eyebrows had lightly pulled together, the way his lips ever so slightly dipped down at the corners and pursed in the middle.

"Y-yeah. Just . . . thinking." you glanced back down to your dough.

"Oh."

"I think we can start getting it ready to bake now," you said, trying to shake the thoughts out of your head.

There was no way Tamaki could be interested in you. Maybe he viewed you as a friend, sure, but you were just a human. A very important human. A princess, whose hand should probably be reserved as an asset for some kind of treaty or land agreement. Falling in love with the first boy who'd walked through your door and paid attention to you was foolish. And yet, a small part of you wondered how much it could truly hurt if you only let yourself have a little crush for a short while . . . .

You helped Tamaki shape his dough into a vague loaf shape, doing the same to yours before sliding them both onto a thin pan and making adjustments where necessary, finally cutting thin slits into the top.

"Now what?" Tamaki asked.

"We bake," you stated simply. You grabbed the pan off the counter and slid it in, making sure the fire below was warm enough before finally shutting the oven door. "And that, Tamaki," you said, "is how you make bread."

"Wow." Tamaki looked around at the now messy kitchen. "So how long does it have to stay in there?"

"Like half an hour. Here, help me clean up before Gabriel comes back to make lunch."

The two of you went back to conversing as you wiped flour off the counter top and rinsed out the bowls you'd used. He was a very interesting person—er, merman. He had a lot to say about the way you lived on land, comparing it to his own home. You couldn't help but listen, completely enraptured by what he had to say. You imagined the sense of wonder you felt hearing about his way of life was the same he felt learning about yours. He and you asked each other questions relentlessly, hoping to gain simple, beautiful understanding.

Not only did he ask about humans in general, he wanted to learn more about you. You explained more of your hobbies and talked about the islands. You didn't live on this one usually; Milrich was merely a temporary living situation more in the benefits of your father. Somertaugue was your true home, the main, larger island where you were born and grew up. Tamaki asked you to describe the island, wanting every detail of the different features land could offer.

"Well," you said, "the islands are all pretty similar composition wise. Now the mainland is where it really gets beautiful." You started explaining forests and deserts, mountains and valleys. Tamaki's eyes grew wide at your descriptions, occasionally interrupting with an attempted parallel to the sea, or merely an astonished 'oh'.

You were so engrossed in your conversation, you nearly forgot about your bread, slowly rising and hardening in the oven beside you. You pulled the loaves out and set them on the counter, tapping the crusts gingerly. "I think they're done. They'll have to cool, but guess what."

"What?"

"You just made bread." You held out your hand for a high five, only realizing at his brief hesitation that he had just learned what it was yesterday. Nevertheless, he slapped his hand against yours. You liked the feeling of his touch, even if it was only brief. You both easily slid back into your conversation, slicing yourselves a piece of bread when it was cooled, enjoying what was arguably the best loaf you'd ever made.

✤✤✤✤✤

Tamaki gazed out the window of the study room, enjoying his view of the sea. You sat quietly at your desk, doing your reading for the day. He had finally admitted to being unable to read your written script, and you had promised to teach him once some of your own work was out of the way.

While he waited, he watched the dark waters of the ocean crash against the beach, foam spraying into the air as waves collided with the familiar black rocks. Tamaki had never realized how entrancing the sea was from the surface, water moving back and forth endlessly against the shore. He'd been staring at it for quite some time, lost in thought when something new caught his eye.

An all too familiar head of blond hair had poked out of the water, an iridescent greenish-blue tail flicking around after it. Tamaki jolted at the sight. Mirio? What was he thinking?

"(Y/N)?" Tamaki called behind his shoulder.

"Mmm?" you answered, barely pulled out of your working zone.

"Can you . . . excuse me for a minute?"

"Sure . . . ." You tapped the end of your pen against your lip, not even glancing up to meet Tamaki's eyes.

He didn't pay attention to this fact, though. He was more concerned with his merman friend splashing around in broad daylight for no apparent reason. What if there was a reason? Tamaki's mind began to race as he hurriedly left your room and made his way down the halls, frantically searching for the door to the outside. Fortunately, he found it within a matter of minutes and slipped out of it, taking to the path you had shown him earlier that morning.

The sound of the ocean filled his ears as he neared the shore. Sure enough, looking out at the water, it wasn't long before his eyes found what he'd seen moments before from the window.

A tail had flashed out of the deeper waters a ways out from the beach, and seconds later, Tamaki saw a head pop out where it had previously been. An arm cheerily surfaced and waved upon spotting the form on shore, clearly missing the panicked expression his friend suddenly sported.

The dark haired man tried to send out a ping, but quickly realized that humans didn't work that way. He tried for a whistle, and that seemed to work. He made it sharp and urgent, borderline annoyed.

Mirio's hand lowered in the water and Tamaki could make out a hint of confusion on his face from afar.

Tamaki mentally cursed the dangerous layout of the beach. He wanted to be able to talk to his best friend in private without being so far apart (the 2020 mood).

He saw Mirio point to Tamaki's right, motioning for him to follow while he dived underwater again. Tamaki began to walk along the shore, trying to move over the land as quickly and safely as he could. He saw Mirio's head pop out of the water every so often to make sure he was following.

After about twenty minutes of clambering over rocks and tramping through long grass, Tamaki found that Mirio had led him to an area of the shore where the sea was a little quieter, and the rocks weren't so concentrated.

Mirio swam as close as he dared, fearing getting stuck too close to shore. Tamaki further closed the distance by cautiously venturing into the water, wincing at how nigh unbearably cold it was.

Waves now slapped against the bottoms of his pants, and Tamaki wondered briefly how far he should dare to venture before they would knock him over. If worse came to worst, he could always take off the necklace again, but the memory of the pain from the day before made him hesitant. He decided to just anchor his feet into the sand as best he could, feeling himself sink into the soft granules below.

Mirio's head bobbed in the water a meter away from Tamaki, finally looking him up and down for the first time.

Look at you! he signed, dipping his face under the water to try to catch a better glimpse of his feet and toes, which by now were covered by a fine layer of wet black sand. Tamaki jumped at the sensation of a hand grabbing at the sensitive skin of his foot, nearly falling backwards into the water as it was yanked towards Mirio's face. He finally popped back up again, looking incredibly impressed. So the necklace really worked, huh?

It sure did. Tamaki was relieved to find that even in this human form, he was still able to communicate with his merman friend.

So, began Mirio, how's it going? Did you meet her yet? Did you confess? Is she all yours?

Tamaki frantically shook his wrists, trying to quell the increasing onslaught of questions spilling from Mirio's hands. I just told her I'm a merman, Tamaki answered. She seemed pretty chill with it.

Awesome! Mirio happily swished his tail around in the water, only causing rougher and larger waves to wash over Tamaki's legs.

Tamaki threw his hands out, trying to stay balanced as salt water splashed up onto his chest.

Sorry, man, the blond said, stilling himself to the best of his ability. What's it like having legs anyway? They're so small. Mirio briefly ducked back down to poke at them.

It's certainly different. Everything up here is so strange to me. Mirio, you can't even imagine all the interesting things I've learned about humans!

Tamaki went on for quite some time, relaying the events of the past two days he'd spent with you. The entire time, Mirio's eyes remained glued to Tamaki's hands, fascinated with what he had to tell. Once he was done, Mirio put his chin in one of his hands, mulling over what Tamaki had said.

Sounds like she's interested, he finally ruled. So you haven't tried anything yet?

Um, well . . . . Tamaki's face reddened and he tapped his fingers together, cringing at what he'd done. I, uh, offered her a sponge this morning.

YOU DID?! Mirio launched himself at Tamaki's legs, wrapping his arms around them in an excited embrace.

He lost his balance, crashing down into the frigid water. It was only now that Tamaki noticed how cold his feet were getting, and now almost the entire lower half of his body was numb. He stood up again, sputtering and trying to wipe water out of his eyes.

Mirio looked up at him, a little surprised at his response. Gee, sorry, man. I guess humans really aren't meant to be in the water at all.

Well, I almost died the moment I became one. Tamaki quickly checked under his shirt to make sure the necklace was still securely around his neck.

Yeah . . . . But you gave her a sponge? Mirio asked, recovering quickly to jump back into the previous topic.

Yes.

How did it go? She had to have liked that!

Erm, well . . . I don't think humans do that.

Aw, what?

Yeah, I might have actually kind of offended her.

Mirio frowned, dumbfounded as to why you wouldn't appreciate Tamaki's sponge offering. But you threw it at her and everything?

I think that that was what she didn't like.

Mirio shook his head. Wild. So what do humans like?

See! I don't know! She mentioned something about flowers. Maybe I could try those?

What are flowers? Mirio squinted at him.

They're like plant thingies. They come in all different types of colors and shapes.

Like shells? Ooh, you should get her shells.

Oh, that's a good idea . . . . Tamaki thought for a moment. I haven't seen any, but it's not like I've been looking. An abrupt shiver racked through Tamaki's body.

You good, man? Mirio asked, suddenly looking a little concerned.

Yeah, just cold. I think I might need to get going anyway, she'll probably be looking for me.

Okay.

And don't splash around in the water! Someone could have seen you. I saw you from up the cliff and I wasn't even looking for you.

Oops, sorry. Mirio edged forward enough to give Tamaki's leg a pat, however, this time it was far more gentle. It sounds like you're doing just fine. I guess I'll leave you to it.

It was nice to see you, Mirio.

No problem. Mirio backed himself up. See you soon! He turned and waved before diving back into the sea, swimming off in the direction of home.

Tamaki shivered again, clutching his arms around his chest. He could see why humans had little interest in going into this water. With the waves assisting him, Tamaki was able to trudge his way to shore quite easily. The sun was starting to set behind him, so he made sure to hurry back to your place as soon as he could.

Tamaki made it back within the next half hour. The guard positioned at the entrance of the chateau recognized him from the day before and let him in. He wandered through the halls, trying to see if he could find either his or your room from memory. Rounding a corner, he suddenly came face to face with you.

"Tamaki!" You jumped, startled, but then surged forward to pull him into a hug. "Where were you?" You pulled away, concern and confusion written all over your face. "And why are you so cold and damp? And you smell like—wait, were you just in the ocean right now?"

"Um, yeah." Tamaki rubbed at the back of his neck. He probably should have told you where he was headed, but the sight of Mirio had caught him so off guard . . . .

"Don't you know how dangerous that is?!" you scolded. "Although I guess you are a merman, that's right. But you were alone! And I didn't know where you got off to—!" You huffed, clearly upset.

Tamaki awkwardly placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Sorry?" you bit back. "You're not a prisoner here or anything, but I'd thought you would at least tell me if you left." It almost looked like a dampness was starting to pool in the corners of your eyes.

"I did," Tamaki stated simply. "My friend was just outside and I had to get him to stop thrashing around in the water in plain sight like that. I didn't mean to be gone so long."

"Your friend?" Your glistening eyes looked back up into his face.

"Yeah. He just wanted to see how I was doing."

"Oh. Was it Mirio?"

Tamaki nodded. He had brought up his best friend while he was talking to you earlier.

You sighed, shoulders finally losing their rigid hold. "I guess I understand. It's just that I looked up and you were gone and I realized it had been a while . . . ."

"You were worried about me?" Tamaki couldn't help but smile a little on the inside.

"Of course I was! I like you, Tamaki. I like talking to you." You swallowed and dropped your gaze to the floor.

Was it just his imagination, or did your face suddenly look a little red?

He shivered a little where he stood, and you noticed. "Come on," you finally said. "Let's at least get you warmed up."

"Okay."

You walked with him side by side all the way back to his room.

"I really am sorry to have worried you," Tamaki said, the thick silence between the both of you making him uncomfortable.

"It's alright. As long as you're okay."

As long as he was okay . . . .

"Still friends?" Tamaki asked.

"Of course."

...

To be continued . . . .

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[Part Six]

Author's Note:

Me: *Casually writes 6k-word chapter about sponges and bread for a fanfic* This is fine (< W >)

Sorry if the whole bread thing got kinda boring, I might have gotten a little bit carried away. Yes, I did look up a bread recipe, and no, I have never legit baked bread before (we have a bread machine, fancy fancy, so that's really nice).

Also, I am NOT crazy about the whole sponge thing. I literally went down a rabbit hole googling how dolphins and sharks "flirt" with each other (RIP my search history) for like an hour and I totally recommend looking it up for yourself, it's actually quite interesting. I'd link the articles but Wattpad doesn't like that so yeah.

Have a nice day/evening/night!

-Sugar

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what does callikari mean

calli means "beautiful" in the ancient greek language, and kari comes from the shortened version of "karina" because she was my bias at the time i made this account !!

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the riki fic is sososososo cute like what if i dye

eee thank you so much, i'm so glad you enjoyed it > <

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memimessage !! i dont really like using as much anymore because it's always crashing TT