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[[ ♡ Shoto and his Baku ]]

Soft ship meme

Who asked who out first? 

It was Shoto who asked Bakugo out first after his rescue from the league of villains since that was when he realized the feelings that he did have for his angry pomeranian. It did take him a little bit to figure out the right words to say, but they did start to date sometime after moving into the dorms. 

Who went in for the first kiss?  It most likely was Shoto since Bakugo isn’t really a fan of showing affection especially when they are in public or surrounded by their class. Their first kiss was a simple good night’s kiss once they weren’t surrounded by their classmates which gave them the privacy that was needed. It was a kiss that did cause the both of them to be a flustered mess though. 

Who gives the other nicknames?  Bakugo definitely, he tends to give Shoto random nicknames that reflects his quirk or ones that can be seen as terms of endearment. Shoto tends to stick with calling him by his first name or Kats when they are alone, he wants to call him Katsuki when they are surrounded by their friends, but he doesn’t want to embarrass him. He has him as angry pomeranian in his phone with a heart next to it though. 

Who cooks the meals?  Bakugo, Shoto has been banned from the kitchen since he was proven that he can’t cook. He will help with the setup though before just sitting there to keep him company while he cooks. 

Who has better taste in music? Shoto isn’t someone who really listens to music that often, but there are a few music genres that he likes since he is mainly someone who likes to read books instead. He will listen to the music that Bakugo likes to play though so he will easily agree that Bakugo is the one who has a better taste when it comes to music. 

Who hogs the bed?  They tend to share the bed equally, rarely hogging the bed, but there are times when Shoto tends to hog their blanket causing the two to have to lay close together quite often. Sometimes, they have to make sure to have extra blankets on the bed to avoid from the blankets being stolen. 

Who wakes up first?  Bakugo, Shoto likes to sleep in. 

Who makes the coffee?  Bakugo, Shoto tends to avoid dealing with anything that involves boiling water especially when it has to be placed in a kettle or pot because of the trauma that is involved from his scar. 

Who’s the big spoon?  Both, it tends to alternate between the two of them. 

Who stays up the latest? Shoto 

Who reaches for who’s hand?  Shoto, but there are times when Bakugo will sometimes grab his hand first. 

Who’s a fan of PDA?  Shoto doesn’t mind showing their relationship in public, but he does respect Bakugo’s boundaries especially when they are dealing with having to keep things professional. Bakugo is someone who doesn’t really like PDA because of how often they are in the spotlight. There are times when he would like to hold his hand or share a few simple kisses, but it is a matter that Shoto won’t force because he doesn’t want to make Bakugo uncomfortable. 

Who snores?  Probably Bakugo 

Who gets annoyed more easily?  Bakugo, but if someone does push Shoto’s patience a bit too much he can get annoyed especially if they are refusing to listen and won’t give any respect about his personal space. 

Who initiates sex?  Both 

Who asks who for their hand in marriage?  Bakugo 

My muse’s favorite memory of yours:  His favorite memory is watching Bakugo cook. 

A regret my muse has regarding yours:  That he wasn’t fast enough to keep Bakugo from being taken during the training camp. He has always felt guilty about that. 

If they could change one thing:  Shoto would have confessed those feelings of his earlier if he had managed to figure them out before the training camp incident. He wishes that he had noticed them sooner since he was trying to sort through his feelings before the training camp. 

The love languages according to my muse:  Bakugo: His cooking. Shoto: Sharing their thoughts

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Enjoying while it lasted... He knew that little notion well. It even brought forth a slight chuckle (albeit one tinged with faint bitterness).

"Ah, I suppose that makes us the leads for this little performance. Don't worry, I won't steal away the limelight from the rightful star here."

To think he once viewed his lesser profession with such wonder, to think he foolishly assumed he was going to be achieving something so worthwhile in his otherwise previously mundane life. Just, what, what, made him so desirable to be sought out by another Memokeeper all those centuries ago? Did they see honest potential, or someone they could string along with promises that wound up fruitless? Clearly, it'd been the latter in the end. Only leading to disillusion and isolation. A cruel final act. It was certainly no wonder as to why he found a much more fulfilling aspiration elsewhere.

Vermilion eyes surveyed the streets of the Golden Hour, with its flickering lights and lively atmosphere. A perfect set for others to lose themselves in and flooded with various traces of memoria. But none were the exact one he himself was in search of.

There was little stopping the knowing smile that overtook his features, yet he stood with his back to her. "I never intend to let any of those memories go to waste. That wouldn't be right, now would it?"

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✦ A good nap is important. We will take care of you.

(I will not forget those who says he has no chance of returning or be playable. I'll remember this, you stay on that side.)

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「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image. (Leona for Raihan, Nevermind the fact that it was prolly taken while playing hooky ndncn)

SUBTLE NSFW

Raihan has just returned to his room after gym class when his phone pings (or rather, roars, a personalized ringtone he'd set up for one person in particular) with a message. He checks the time, sighing inwardly. Not even a month into the new school year, and Leona is already playing hooky.

'When the cat's away, the mice will play', as the saying goes.

If Leona thinks he can get away with being a lazy ass because Raihan isn't physically there to kick him into gear, that spoiled prince of a childhood friend of his has got another storm coming his way.

He's almost tempted to ignore the notification, but that might lead to the opposite effect and encourage the lazy prince to spam his phone with more messages in order to get his childhood friend's attention.

So Raihan reaches for his phone to check Leona's message...

"...!"

...and almost drops it in surprise when he sees exactly what it is.

Not a text message, but a picture. Specifically, a selfie of Leona in a rather, ahem, compromising position while laying in bed, as if having just woken up from a nap. Nothing too explicit, but posing in such a way and with just enough skin showing that has Raihan's eyes lingering more than necessary.

You can barely see it in the picture, but one of Leona's eyes is half-open, peering into the camera with a smug smirk, almost like a challenge.

A vein pulses dangerously on Raihan's temple, the heat in the pit of his stomach only adding to that. That little shit--

Fine then, if that's how His Highness wants to play...

Phone in hand, Raihan hops into the bathroom, lifting his shirt in front of the mirror as if to casually wipe his face to show off his toned stomach, still glistening with perspiration from his recent workout, the fabric still clinging to his damp skin. He snaps a quick picture, his lips twitching into a smirk mirroring Leona's, half-hidden by the shirt.

[Text to: Leona] Just returned from gym class. [Text to: Leona] You better be in class as well. [Text to: Leona] If your grades tank while I'm away, I'm blocking your number for an entire week.

It's an empty threat, Raihan would never do that, but Leona doesn't know that, does he?~

[Text to: Leona] Eat some veggies for lunch while you're at it. [Text to: Leona] Hope you had a nice nap <3

He sends the selfie he took in the bathroom last, chuckling as he hops into the shower for a quick rinse as he waits for Leona's response.

Two can play this game, Mr. Kingscholar~

He will forever deny saving Leona's post-nap selfie in his phone, to look at during rainy days.

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A simple suggestion for the sake of his safety because of the obvious storm that was happening outside of his apartment knowing that it had gotten more intense. The echo rumbling across the sky, the sound of the harsh wind, and the rain pelting against the very window tha Bakugo looked out of. It was better that his beloved boyfriend remained indoors until the storm decided to pass. 

“That’s not it at all, I just...” 

Despite his tone, he knew that Bakugo could acknowledge it since he was showing genuine concern by his words and the look that decided to grace his face. He hoped that it would be enough to make him stay since the storm obviously wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. There was a chance it would stay like this until early morning. 

“You never have overstayed here, Bakugo.” He resisted the urge to let out a sigh before he rested his fingers against his cheek trying to figure out the best way to say this. “It won’t be overstaying if you want to move in with me.”

Shoto was a bit nervous about bringing up the idea while he was grateful for the meal prep that he always put effort into. He was the reason why he didn’t have to worry about eating meals when he was on shift for the day. 

[glaciescustodia]

She had been doing some practice, in the loneliest corner of Liyue wilds, she could find but it was not going as smoothly as thought. Certainly not with the resounding blast of electricity and the searing dents left on the ground.

''Hmm, thats not quite on point again, maybe i should alter the..'', while checking notes, it was not difficult to notice the sight ahead.

Oh!.

Part of her knows she is bound to be no stranger, color schemes aside. She, after all, returned with Lumine to Liyue plenty of times with her newfound appearance than just the little pixie Liyueans recalls.

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(( @orphiicheartd || Rover & Jiyan

★ ━━━━━━ He honestly hadn't thought he'd be able to get Jiyan alone, but the chances permitting he had, and they were there now; Rover was seated on the General's lap, feverishly grinding on him, cheeks red and skin on fire.

Watching Jiyan writhe and bite his lip, unsure what to really do, Rover smiled and held hands intertwined with Jiyan, all the teasing they were doing making clothes so bothersome, and yet, stopping to remove anything would have made the sensations stop.

Hands pushed Jiyan's arms up and into the ground, Rover stretched himself to kiss Jiyan's neck, his peeking scales. He wanted to make Jiyan loose himself, Rover wanted to really see The General for what he was. A possessive, all smothering, Dragon.

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Kaeya's hands trembled, lower lip held fast in his teeth as he stared at the sight before him now. At Boothill. Sparking, busted up and mangled–stars knew what had bared its fangs at him and successfully taken its pound of flesh ( so to speak ), in their time apart. The terrible things that must have been done unto him that didn't leave such poignant marks upon him like the rest. The IPC, he knew, had their bite, but what else? Was this truly all them? Stars, he should have been there to protect him. Why hadn't he- The thought bore into his heart like a cold steel blade. Dug in deep and stung, like the maelstrom of emotions he couldn't–almost didn't want to–dare identify. He almost feared it would all break him now if he tried. It would be far safer to simply play this moment off as a dream. A mere figment of his dreams manifesting in the midst of sleepless's toll upon him, the stress and hopeless, forlorn longing that had consumed him all this time. SURELY, he must be dreaming now. And yet- Kaeya's hands moved fast, slapping either side of his own face, enough for a slight wince to strike upon his features. But he didn't dare let it keep the sight before him now concealed for long, raising his head and eagerly opening his eye anew, setting them once again upon…Boothill. Boothill. He was- "Is it really you standing there? Or...am I dreaming once more?" (hi yeah, FUCKEN ITHACA SAGA DESTROYED ME)

Peace was never meant for an utter scoundrel like him, was it? Wasn't deserved. Or when he did get it within his grasp, it was ripped away. It was done once. By those ravenous wolves known as the Interastral Peace Corporation. Selfishly taking their fill, before leaving carcasses in their wake. Over thirty years of life. Lost the moment he chose love over hate.

Lungs burning with smoke, muscles past the point of exhaustion. Please, please, please- The home. The home he'd been raised in with nothing but love and safety, the home he was given the highest honor to lead one day, reduced to flickering sparks and emptiness. They said he'd earned that honor. They trusted him. How could he lead a homestead that no longer stood? Because he wasn't there to defend it. He wasn't fucking there. Too busy leading another attack on an IPC ship, something Nick already said was a foolish act. To attack them head on like that... and he was right.

That last glimmer of hope stomped out. He promised her he'd make it back by nightfall to sing her to sleep. Like he always did. Their shared room may as well be the last place of safety, his own solace in the chaos, her being a light he clung so tightly to and fought tooth & nail for. No matter how damaged he gets, he swore to come back to her.

Throat raw with wails of anguish, knees and hands stained with soot.

But Boothill, oh, he could be worse than wolves.

A harbinger of death, he was once. A larger than life sharpshooter from the worst nightmares. A feral hunting dog dead set on locating its target. Endlessly, senselessly, brutally. He could just as easily return to it all. A killing machine driven so far off the deep end, but this was the "life" he chose. An enthusiastic, willing instrument of vengeance. And there was no better reason that doing so in the name of protection. And there was no better, well-honed target of his than the IPC.

This would be his closure. Closure he thought he'd never get unless he took that monster Oswaldo out with him. To think that was once his concrete plan, before he found so much love and life in the city of Mondstadt. A second home, but home nonetheless.

Ghastly "wounds" leaking blue, vision glitching in and out, stability shifting from one foot to another. Body alight with white-hot agony. Nothing new to him, yet, fucking hell, it hurt- Artificial nerves may as well be on fire. Any other would've been six feet under by now, had they endured the ordeal Boothill had.

But did any ordinary man have the blessing of Lan on their side? He didn't think so. That had to be the sole reason why he was still standing.

"Dreamin'?" A distorted laugh escaped, hands wiping themselves on his jeans, freeing them of the blue staining them. Before he stepped closer (albeit a bit unsteadily), until he stopped right in front of him. "Darlin', did I not make the promise that you wouldn't get rid of me that easily?" Iron hands then came to shakily cup Kaeya's face, Boothill's own leaned in close.

"Look at me, Kaeya. 'Nd I mean really look at me. I'm back, I'm here, I'm home."

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“   Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ” ~@dutybcrne (Childe for Alya bdbfnf)

The day had started off with sunshine and orders, as it usually did wherever they went. The life of a subordinate was relatively easy and usually fun -- for it at least, they were certain the truly lower ranked Fatui think as much, but that wasn't its' problem. All in all, the day should have been a regular one but....it had one true problem. It was boring. So boring in fact that Alya hadn't even noticed Childe's approach - a miracle, since its' senses were usually so keen.

Luckily, being one of Capitano's meant they rarely, if ever, jumped when startled. Not even the more beastly side of their blood could override his training or standards.

Instead, their eyes widened by a fraction before narrowing, following the curve of their now their smirking lips. "Oh, really now? That may be a first." It was not, and both of them knew it, but Alya couldn't help it when it came to teasing him -- just a little bit. Leaning in close, they grinned, sharp teeth no longer hidden, a low purr rolling out of their throat before their words. "Well, care to have company? There's a couple spots around town that could use some nuisances or rascals to liven things up."

Not that Alya would ever turn down spending time with Childe, but it also gave them a perfectly decent excuse should Capitano ask about why they decided to do some mischief.

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Alright, so even with all those extra culinary lessons he'd been taking from that cafeteria manager, it seems Leona still had a decent ways to go before he could make a far more complex or different altogether meal than the egg, cheese and bacon sandwiches he'd been practicing obsessively. Still…for fucks' sake, he was usually whiz at damn near anything he picked up, HOW did he butcher pain perdu, now, of all things- While swearing up a storm and hastily waving smoke away from his face, his ear twitched in someone approach. Wait, no, not just 'someone'…shit, how’d he find him so quickly- "Aww, couldn’t you sleep in a little longer, today of all days?" Even through his complaining, a fond little tone colored Leona’s voice, in spite of it all. He let out a little huff as he turned off the stove, glancing back at Raihan with a lazy grin. “And here I thought I’d have more time to make your delicious little surprise and everything~” Okay, he was well aware that calling whatever was on the stove at that moment ‘delicious’ was generous at best, but- A hand reached out and hastily slapped a lid onto whatever remained of ‘breakfast’, slinking over until he was close enough to loop an arm around Raihan’s waist and tug him close. Briefly burying his face in his shoulder, a little hum left Leona as he lifted his head. “I promise you, this’s just the warmup.” He would never be satisfied with sticking with something so simple, after all. Not for Raihan. Especially knowing how badly he might botch it. Which was why he’d also acquired a few good new books with Sam’s help that he had wrapped neatly in a bag nearby, alongside a custom cologne he’d bribed Crewel into making for him. And hey, at the very least try least he’d also had the sense to leave the dinner later in someone else’s hands, too, so- “Anyway—m’all tuckered out from this fiasco. Let’s head back up and doze a little longer, yeah?” He paused, then hastily added, “And yeah, I’ll make sure to get rid of whatever that is before we go.” Looks like he might have to call in Ruggie to get them their breakfast instead…he’s sure he’ll be thrilled. With that, Leona gently released Raihan, just enough to magick the bag to his hand, before pressing a kiss to his forehead, nose, then lips. “Happy Birthday, wangu milele.”

That particular morning, Raihan wakes up to an empty bed. Quite unusual, considering a good part of his 'morning routine' usually consists of either dragging Leona out of bed with him or breaking out of Leona's grasp (not to mention resisting the lion's attempts to drag him back into bed to cuddle the morning away) to get started with the day.

He panics briefly, brain still dragging itself out of the fog of sleep, then the familiar sound of Leona's voice reaches his ears and he sighs in relief, rolling out of bed to follow the sound of colorful curses to its source.

"Leona...?" He groans sleepily, rubbing his eyes. His nose curls when the smoke reaches his nostrils, but there's a faint sweetness amidst the smell of burnt food. Was Leona trying to make breakfast? Why?

Come to think of it, he'd seemed mildly obsessing over the idea of learning to cook recently...

"You weren't in bed. How can I keep sleepin'?" He grumbles a little petulantly, easily melting into Leona's hold when the other lion pulls him close and rubbing their temples together in greeting with a little chuff "Now care to tell me why you were tryin' to burn the dorm kitchen down?"

Instead of answering, Leona presses a neatly wrapped bag into Raihan's arms, the familiar weight and shape of books (the leather-bound version that Raihan is particularly fond of) settling against his chest, the younger lion hugging it close instinctively. It takes an embarrassingly long moment for Raihan to finally catch on.

Oh. Oh, right, it's his birthday today. Leona's was almost two weeks ago.

Raihan can't help but think that, when they move in together (once Raihan graduates and before the start of Leona's final year), they're gonna need a pretty big, sturdy bookshelf to accomodate all of their books combined. The thought elicits an excited little giggle from Raihan as he lets himself be guided back into Leona's room.

"Thank you, wangu upendi." Raihan hums happily, leaning into Leona's kisses with a purring sound to return the affection.

He makes a mental note to give Ruggie a generous bonus, that poor hyena deserves it for all the messes he has to clean up, not to mention dealing with their lovey-dovey nonsense.

[coldenreginae]

On the off chances she could actually take a step back and not always take to simply isolating herself and watch things unfolds from her icy throne, did she take that chance.

There was something refreshing about the mundane, to show herself outside of simply ruling the nation.

She quite liked to see how her people are doing, anything to instill faith and safety, that they were not suffering alone in a land like Snezhnaya.

The same goes for those of anywhere else, the Hearth was proof of that.

Cold, the Archon made herself, out of utter neccessity but beneath the blizzard lies a fire awaiting troubled souls, to put them on track should they want to huddle by the flame.

With grace does she reach out, palm open to catch flittering snowflakes, in spite of what came up.

''The Knave had her order, the methods in which she chose to secure the Gnosis was hers alone''.

As for the matter of Signora, frigid hues steadied themselves to look 'pon his own.

''And why are you bitter?'', there is no running past the everlasting storm now, only sincerity awaits.

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Shoto had dealt with similar thoughts after he ended up dating Katsuki, but he was happy as the change in their relationship easily surprised the entire class. They had kept it to themselves for a bit until the truth finally came out about their relationship. Katsuki made him happy, he didn’t have any complaints either. 

He hadn’t been in a good place when he first started to attend U.A. while he got in because of recommendation as Shoto was dealing with the struggles from his family. His father’s ideals rested heavily on his shoulders which is why he had been determined not to use the other half of the quirk he had been born with. He wasn’t even interested in making friends in the beginning. He hadn’t even thought about dating when he first started to attend U.A. There was a feeling of curiosity when it came to his classmates, especially Katsuki, but he didn’t know how to properly talk to them. Things did change after the Sports Festival though, he started to open up to them showing the person he truly was. 

Things changed even more between them after the events that started at the summer training camp, Shoto did have his regrets about not being fast enough to save him back then. 

Their milestones were small, but it was enough for Shoto which easily brought a smile to his face when those milestones made an appearance. He was glad for the types of when they linked their fingers together or embracing one another behind closed doors allowing them to enjoy each other’s company. He couldn’t help, but hold onto those gestures tightly when he held onto his hand or just enjoying a movie night in one of their rooms. 

He should have asked first, but the thought crossed his mind which led to the kiss happening on the very floor where his room was located. 

There was a feeling of nerves, but he leaned in before gently pressing his lips against Katsuki’s hoping that he wouldn’t mess it up. This was their first kiss after all. It was everything that Shoto thought it would have been and more even if it was him who made the kiss happen. 

He finally had kissed him. 

He finally got the courage to kiss him. 

The feeling of embarrassment started to turn his face red, easily matching the tinge that rested across Katsuki’s face. The sudden yelp being noticed mixing in with the sudden explosion of his quirk going off which could easily catch the attention of anyone who was on the same floor as them. Hopefully, the rest of their classmates would continue to stay in their rooms. 

He couldn’t help, but feel shy about the whole ordeal as Shoto was close to bolting to his room because of the embarrassment that continued to linger. He knew that it was risky since it happened in the hallway where any of their classmates or Mr. Aizawa could spot them. Their relationship was known to everyone here now. 

His gaze shifted to the floor, finding it difficult to make eye contact with him while they were both blushing fools who continued to stand in the middle of the hallway. 

“Sorry... I should have asked first.”

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''....''.

To have to borrow one of the wheeled blackboard, that are found within the House of Daena, certainly became a common occurance from Paimon herself.

''Hmm, no. That won't work still...'', she mutters to herself, occasionally erasing and remaking scribbles of sort and calculations.

Sure, being here she would often be stared at by passing scholars.

But eh, there's was not much to do when you're one of the very people who helped save Sumeru among other issues.

Her thoughts dissipate as soon as she can hear someone's greet.

''Yes, hi''.

She would look back to see who it was.

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Dual promo!!

Caelus - @cpirits && Jing Yuan -- @orphiicheartd

**The general and the trailblazer find solace in one another's company, worries ebb away and fears are replaced with support and patience**

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