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oceanandstars · 2 years

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Do you take anonymous request?

If so, could you write about Luxiem’s reaction to the pocky game? Like how they are feeling during the game.

I’m pretty new to Tumblr, but I have seen anonymous people use an emoji to tell the difference. Could I be 🌧 anon? Sorry for asking too much question.

pocky game w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ content: headcanons, pocky game, kisses & teasing, suggestive at times? a coy plot to get kisses easily in guise of a challenge.

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: by this point you're probably already aware that you are the 🌧 anon! usually these sort of emojis is for reocurring anons in who often comes into the askbox to chat with the writer a lot so it helps distinguish you from all the other people who go on anon! and thank you so much for requesting !! this took a while, but that's because i wanted to make it as good as possible, and even after all the time i still feel like i could've done better, but i still hope you like it!

✧ Only blinks widely at you when you first bring up the challenge one afternoon. He's not opposed per say, he's just confused. "Where did this come from?" he asks with a chuckle, taking the box from you as you sit on his desk directly in front of him. "Oh? A cherry flavor?"

✧ "It's also heart shaped, isn't that kind of cute?" you tell, watching as Shu cracks open the lid and opens the package, but before he can grab a stick and taste it you've already snagged the package of biscuits away from his hands, the sorcerer letting out a sound of surprise at your abrupt movement.

✧ "If you want a taste of this cherry flavor, you'll have to do the challenge with me," you gleefully announce, leaning away from the sorcerer and crossing your legs with a grin. Shu's cheeks flushing slightly at your bold request, a nervous smile crosses his lips with his eyes locked onto your teasing ones, his pupils following the pink package you're swinging back and forth.

✧ With no other option, Shu merely leans back on his chair, propping an elbow up on the armrest and resting his cheek against surface of his hand, eyeing you closely. "If you wanted a kiss you could've just asked you know?" he mutters, not resisting when you pull his chair closer to his desk where you're sitting - the sorcerer now looking up at you.

✧ You merely giggle, twirling a strand of his hair as you pick up the biscuit and place it into your mouth with the other. Shu can still see your grin when you lean in for him to take grab the other end of the biscuit with his own mouth. "You're not even going to let me have the end with the coating."

✧ He doesn't know why this is making him nervous. He's used to having you close to him, even closer in general. So why is it now that there's a cookie between the two of you, and you're gazing at him with a teasing grin that he's feeling all funny?

✧ He's noticing that you barely bit further into the cookie, only having taken one big bite before letting Shu do all the work. He can feel his cheeks getting warmer, and he stops a tiny bit when he can feel your breath against his own.

✧ Placing a hand against your waist, he leans in to slowly connect your lips, shyly sneaking his tongue in to grab the last bit before leaning back, cheeks flushed and swallowing the snack before muttering a low: "... I win."

✧ You laugh lowly, leaning in to press your forehead against his own with a sly smile. "So?" you start, "How was the flavor?" Shu only gazes up at you, stares at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a snort, his hand wraps around your neck. "I don't remember, might need to taste it again," he mutters, leaning in to once again capture your lips with his own.

✧ His eyes practically sparkle the moment he spots the snack amongst the other things you have bought, excitedly picking it up before turning to you with a smile. "Let's play the pocky game!" he suggests, you only cocking your head to the side with a confused smile, "The what now?"

✧ His eyes seem to sparkle even more upon discovering that you don't know what the game is about, excitedly sitting you down on the couch and sitting directly in front of you - groceries long forgotten for this game.

✧ After hearing the rules, your only lean your face to the sofa back, quirking an eyebrow up in amusement. "Ikey, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could've just asked." you tease, the novelist flushing slightly while vehemently denying your teasing remarks. "No! it's just a fun game to play!"

✧ "A game that would most of the time end up with the two participants kissing," you add, ignoring his pouting while you open up the bag, pulling out the pink coated biscuit. "Strawberry too, your favorite." you quip, before placing the snack in front of Ike, "There, open wide, Ikey." The novelist grumbles a tiny bit, but he eagerly awaits for your mouth to wrap around the other end. You do notice the intense stare Ike has on your mouth the moment your lips wrap around the pocky.

✧ Ike doesn't even give you a second to make yourself comfortable before he's already biting away at the pocky, only stopping a bite away from your mouth and staying put. If any of you would want to "win" this game it would end up with either party kissing the other one.

✧ But the fact that Ike doesn't attempt to move further puzzles you, does he think you'll eventually get uneasy by the close proximity without him doing anything? At that you let out a little giggle, the action causing your body to tremble a bit from trying to keep your mouth on the snack, but your behaviour making Ike tilt his head to the side in confusion.

✧ So the only one who had the kissing in mind was me, huh? You wonder, letting your fingers run lightly up Ike's pants, your lover jolting upon feeling your fingers on his body, but the novelist only gets a second to register your fingers before your hand settles on his waist and you lean in to press your lips onto his.

✧ There's a strangled squeak from Ike, which quickly gets muffled when your tongue tangles with his own - pocky in his mouth long forgotten, but the flavor making the kiss a lot more enjoyable than normal. That and maybe the fact that Ike is still very much surprised by the kiss, making him all the more pliable in your hold, you wrapping your other unoccupied hand around the back of his head to pull him closer to you, effectively making the novelist sit on your lap.

✧ "You were supposed to get nervous and move away!" Ike gasps out the moment he pulls away, lips swollen and cheeks flushed in embarassment, or anger? You don't know, but you only cheekily grin at him, "Ikey, you forget that I will gladly kiss you in any occasion if the opportunity is presented to me, challenge or not." Ike only huffs at you, before burying his face into your neck. "I'm never playing a chellenge like this with you again."

✧ Didn't know the game existed before you told him about it, but is still down to try it out with you. "You are so going to lose," he says with a grin, before pulling your chin down to place the snack into your mouth himself.

✧ You see, playing this game with Luca was the first mistake you could do, lover or not. Playing any game with Luca in general is an idea you should think over, lest you want to get pranked. But alas, you only had one thing and one thing in mind. To kiss him.

✧ But did your beloved boyfriend know that? No. He fully believes that this is just one of your other silly games that the two of you usually do when you're alone - and as such he's going to be same menace he is when he on collabs.

✧ The first sign that you should've noticed that indiciated that Luca was going to play dirty was right at the start - because you see, he wasn't moving. He acted like he was moving, but his lips didn't move further up the cookie and closer to your own mouth.

✧ Second sign was that wandering hand on your thigh. Fingertips gliding across the exposed parts of your skin, making you shiver. Briefly dipping underneath your shirt to make you jolt, but your lips were still firmly wrapped around the pocky - much to Luca's dismay.

✧ If you had only kept your eyes open after those brief touches, you could've seen Luca's mischevious grin and pulled back in time or bitten your way to his lips to make him understand what the main motive of this game was - but alas, you never opened your eyes, something Luca appreciated very much.

✧ And it's not long before your feel his fingers slip underneath your shirt to tickle against your side, the sudden sensations making your jump away from the snack and let out a squeak at his fingers against your skin. "L-Luca, what the- stop-" you wheeze, only realizing the abscense of the cookie in your mouth right after.

✧ Looking up to glare at Luca, you notice that your beloved mafia boss, who is very much still straddling you swallow down the last bit of pocky with a triumphant grin. "I win," he declares, the declaration only making you groan. "Of course you would think I meant to play literally," you murmur, Luca cocking his head to the side in confusion, smile still present. "What did you have in mind?"

✧ "This." you murmur, before placing your hand behind Luca's neck and yanking his face down to yours, pressing your lips against his. The sudden movements making your teeth clash together which causes Luca to groan a tiny bit, but he quickly settles down to recopirate your kiss.

✧ "... You know if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked," he says with a laugh once he pulls back, causing you to roll your eyes. "Let me be romantic and cliché for once without you utterly destroying it, please."

✧ Oh he's seen this game in every shoujou anime he has watched. And the moment he sees you pick up the box, observe it before placing it onto the cart? Oh he's waiting for the moment you ask him to do the challenge with you.

✧ Hours go by, and Mysta's focus snaps towards you when you get up to grab something to eat, coming back with the chocolate flavored box of pocky - and once again he's getting all giddy, eagerly waiting for you to ask him.

✧ But you don't. You merely open the bag and eat the cookies while continuing to watch the episode of whatever tv-series you're currently into. Completely ignoring Mysta's intense stare - is what Mysta believes. But when you glance over at him, you see the imaginary fox ears perk up, and you blink before you look down at the box in your hands.

✧ Did you finally get his message, did you finally understand what he wanted to do? "... Mysta, do you perhaps..." your words drift off, and Mysta nods furiously to answer the question you have yet to even answer. "... Want to eat some pocky?" you ask with a confused smile.

✧ No. No you didn't get his message. And poor you can only continue smiling in confusion as you see Mysta's face twist a little in disappointment before he grabs the box from your outstretched hand and takes out one stick, pointing it towards you with a pout. "Have you heard about the pocky game?"

✧ The question makes you blink a couple of more times as the wheels in your brain starts to turn - and it doesn't take long before you remember the game and burst out in laughter, causing Mysta to flush slightly. "That's what you wanted this whole time? Why didn't you just ask, babe?"

✧ Mysta seems to flush even further at your comment, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, words slurring into each other at how embarassed he is. "Y-Ya kno- knew this entire time! And you didn't-" his words jumble with each other, but you're too busy laughing. getting up from your seat to close in on him. "Well, babe. Not everyone has the idea of doing a game whenever they buy snacks, you know? How could I have possibly known you wanted to kiss me with the help of a cookie?"

✧ Taking out a singular pocky, you use your thumb and pointer finger to cup his cheeks before placing the cookie in his gaping mouth. "But what am I? But a loving partner, hmm?" you mumble, biting at the other end, Mysta still stunned at how quickly you changed. But he's quickly snapped out from his imagination when he sees your face in front of his own.

✧ Before he can connect your lips, you've already bitten off the last cookie, leaning back while swallowing the crumbs inside your mouth. "There, does that mean you won?" you ask, a teasing grin on your face. "Oh, you son of a-" he grumbles, but is once again silenced when you lean in to peck his lips. "And there's your kiss, you can't possibly complain more than this, can you?" you whisper into his mouth. Mysta only glancing to the side as an answer. "... More wouldn't hurt."

✧ Very amused when you first bring up the rules of the game. He's heard of it, and finds it pretty cute - compared to the more riskier drinking games where the end goal was similar to the pocky challenge. Minus the actual drinking.

✧ He will of course indulge you, he's weak to your requests after all. But what is Vox, but a bit of a tease? His teasing and mischevious acts may not be as bad as Luca's, but it's enough to make you a bit frustrated with his actions.

✧ "Oh dear, if you want to play this game, we'll have to be as close as possible, won't we?" is what he says, so he's the one leaning in closer to you, the pocky the only object that is distancing the demon from you.

✧ He has a hand woven around your thigh, his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking the surface of it while his eyes half lidded. With how he's acting, you would assume Vox isn't at all affected by the sudden intimiacy.

✧ But alas, if you were to pay real close to the demon, you would notice how his shoulders are a bit more stiff than usual, his breath is a bit quicker than normal and his cheeks are just the slightest of pink. Even though he acts unaffected, the demon can't help but feel nervous around you even when the two of you have been together for a long time.

✧ It's only when he notices how close, yet far the two of you are that Vox realizes the tantalizing allure of this game. So close to kissing someone you have probably admired for so long, but struck by nerves to be the one to initiate the kiss.

✧ That's not a problem for Vox though. Thinking that, the demon bites off his part of the cookie which confuses you since there was still quite a lot of the cookie to bite into. Vox merely chuckles, grasping the stick and pulling it away from your mouth.

✧ "What a dangerous game," he mutters, "Here you are, so close to my lips and yet a mere cookie is the one thing preventing me from kissing you silly," throwing the cookie aside, the hand on your thigh moves towards the back of your neck.

✧ "I'm far too impatient to wait for you to be brave to kiss me, dear. Let alone play a game that intensifies that impatience," is all he says before pressing his lips against yours, the hand on your cheek placing itself on your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.

#😳😳😳 flushdge

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oceanandstars · 2 years

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venus of urbino

word count ! ~1.1k pairing ! luca x gn!art student!reader genre ! college au fluff (literally just me gushing over how pretty he is) summary ! luca has the exact physique that you envisioned for your next painting (inspired by his latest tweet)

"are you sure this is this alright?" luca asks nervously. he's fidgeting on the velvety armchair, unsure how to arrange his limbs that suddenly feel too long and too burly and too tough. it's not as if the blonde isn't aware of his own body; luca knows he's fit—he's worked hard for these muscles—but he wouldn't consider himself, well, pretty. aren't models supposed to be pretty?

"yes, i'm sure," you respond, not even looking up from where you were preparing your canvas and easel. preoccupied with finding your favorite red color pencil, you don't notice luca's restless squirming. his pants were left on but you had asked he remove his shirt for the duration of the day. a gold choker sat heavy around his neck and the layered pearl necklace he wore kept shifting with every small movement he made, the lowest pearls resting a few inches above his stomach. a sheer white shawl draped over only his right shoulder leaving his left side's tattoos on display. on his ears sat large golden cuffs reminiscent of a hummingbird's wings, and his usual side-pony was let down for the afternoon. needless to say, it was very different from his usual attire.

luca was too far in his own head to realize that you had finished setting up and let out a small yelp when he glanced toward your easel only to see your face directly in front of his. you tilt your head seeing his reaction but decide not to comment on it, more concerned with positioning him to suit your needs best.

"is it alright if i just…" your voice trails off as you reach for his arm, meeting his gaze imploring for permission. luca swallows tightly and gives you a terse nod, and you take the green light and go.

the feeling of your fingers on his bare skin is electrifying. you arrange his body meticulously—stepping back to look at him before bending his elbow just the slightest bit more, gently applying pressure on his shoulder so that he twists his torso. you instruct him for what feels like hours until you're satisfied and luca's never been more nervous in his life. he tries to look for you when you retreat back to your station, but a sharp "don't move" has him grimacing and returning to his original position.

the sun is shining directly in his face through the windowsill he's sat in front of so he slips his eyes shut, blonde lashes resting delicately against his cheekbones. in the light his hair looks as golden as the jewelry that adorns his body, almost glowing in the empty studio the two of you are situated in. letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, luca melts into the admittedly comfortable chair, tense muscles relaxing giving him an overall softer look. the chill of the air conditioning is negated by the heat of your stare on him; luca felt as if he would burst into flames with the intensity of your analyzing gaze.

"pretty…" you mumble, transfixed by the almost ethereal moment before you. luca startles at the sound of your voice, having now gone a full half hour without hearing you say a thing. he knows better than to move, but the blush sitting high on his cheeks is more than enough to let you know he heard your moment of weakness.

really, the whole thing was a ploy to get some alone time with your crush. sure, the two of you hang out sometimes but it's always with your mutual friends, never alone. unfortunately you were too shy to ask him out on a regular old day so when your professor assigned this project you thanked the universe for giving you a valid excuse. really, you're killing two birds with one stone here. still, that doesn't mean you're suddenly brave behind the art student mask.

"sorry," you wince. "didn't mean to say that out loud. violet eyes glance at you before darting away in embarrassment.

"it's fine," luca reassures, although he's praying you didn't hear the way his voice cracked just a bit. "just not used to hearing that is all."

at his words you look up at him in confusion. there's no way you heard him correctly. hesitantly, you open your mouth to ask.

"you're really pretty, you know that, right?" the pink on his cheeks deepen into a rather lovely red as he struggles to come up with an adequate reply.

"i'm not pretty, i'm manly!" the blonde tries to argue. you stubbornly shake your head.

"seriously luca, you're one of the most gorgeous guys i know. resident pretty boy, even," and god does the way you say his name send a shiver down his spine. sure, he hears his name being called all the time but it's different when you say it. it just is. he's been hesitant to accept the compliment—stuck in denial of his supposed beauty when he's always been delegated to one of the bros—but the way you're looking at him right now with clear adoration in your eyes makes luca feel like the most beautiful man alive.

"thank you," he mumbles, unable to meet your gaze any longer lest he combust on the spot. seeing this as the white flag that it is, you let out a content hum as you return your attention to your canvas, focusing on getting the values right with your pencil before you begin painting later that week.

another hour passes before it gets too dark to work any longer. you thank luca for his time and collect the jewelry and shawl into a travel case as he sips on water. before you could leave through the door, he reaches out to grasp your elbow causing you to turn on your heel in confusion. luca quickly releases you but fidgets in place, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks everywhere but you. ignoring the obvious heat radiating from his face, he takes a deep breath and steels himself, meeting your gaze head on.

"would you be interested in doing this again, sometime?" he asks hopefully. "hanging out together, i mean." your eyes widen in surprise before you smile happily, nodding quickly.

"i would love to, luca," you reply, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

"it's a date, then!" reaching forward, you intertwine your fingers with his for a moment before dropping your hands, a fluttering warmth blooming in your chest as well as his.

"it's a date, pretty boy."

WRITTEN ! 091622

#this has me feeling like mush 😭😭💛💛💛#im som soooommmft 😭💛

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oceanandstars · 2 years

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shu yamino and his millions of unsaid thoughts about you, you, you . . .

— ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ—

me love shu yamino ooga booga, like screaming crying banging on the walls when i think about him fr .///.

however !! this is a lil ooc ;;; i was having too much fun making shu a powerful sorcerer that i kinda forgot he’s never really talked about the true extent of his powers ;;

ALSO THIS IS SO MESSY I’M SO SORRY YALL I JUST REALLY NEEDED TO GET ALL THESE WORDS OUT

but anyway, have some food fellow yaminions www

characters: shu yamino

— *✧･ﾟ: * —

shu doesn’t need to read to know of the many mythical beings humans have created from the depths of their minds, some real, some fake: centaurs, witches, demons, and sorcerers to name a few (he lists the last one from personal experience).

though, real or not, many of them who have survived until now live among humans, including him.

he lives with his family in a house they bought that he could’ve conjured up with his own sorcery, he lets himself be bedridden instead of fixing himself an elixir, he works when he can just imagine money to appear in the palm of his hand, and yet he still chooses not to rely on his power. he does all these things in an effort to be, to feel more real.

though he may play pretend, he knows he‘ll never truly fit in, forever cursed to be unreal, a figment of humans’ imaginations, cemented in history through carefully woven tales and books that twist the stories of his kind. he knows he’ll only ever be remembered for being a fantastical creature.

but above all else, he knows that you — a human, though he swears you’re an angel — are real, and if you aren’t, if he isn’t, he wants to immortalize you in this fairytale the two of you are living in until his very last breath utters the final words of this story, until the end of his forever.

shu’s convinced himself to be okay with no one ever knowing he’s a sorcerer, that he’s never really minded it, being unreal, but you make him want to be tangible, even if it's only for you. you make him feel as though he truly is living in a world of woven phenomenons about (dare he say mystifying) romance, you make him feel alive.

your touch feels better than the purple wisps that swirl between his fingertips, electrifying and enchanting, comforting him with sweet whispers every time your hands meet his skin. your touch—no, you are magic.

and when he kisses you, he soars, tasting promises of adventures and devotion on your tongue. his skin buzzes when your hands trace the contours of his face and entangle in his hair, his own hands tentative as they lightly graze your cheeks and trail down to your waist.

you make him feel real, he says through his eyes when he smiles at you; he wants to reread every word of his and your story, he whispers silently into every kiss you two share; you are his home, his safe space, his everything, he draws into your skin when he wakes up minutes before you on lazy sunday mornings; and he hopes you know all of this, all of his millions of unsaid thoughts about you, you, you. (even if he can never bring himself to say them).

and as you drag him excitedly with your hand clasped around his wrist to the spot for your next date (a small cafe bakery that smells of chocolate, vanilla, and hopeless romance), he thinks all these thoughts and of these feelings you ignite within him (even the warmth of your hand in his drives him crazy despite the calm facade he shows you).

they bubble and burn for you, like the powerful elixirs he used to make, and all at once, it becomes too much for shu to hide behind layers of stupid humor and unmovable silence.

he stutters in his steps, coming to a stop and making you stumble back slightly at the sudden change in pace. you look back at him and hum, but all he does is gaze back at you with those twinkling amethyst eyes of his.

he’s blushing, yet another thing that he knows and can’t deny — god, you make him so flustered — and you’re being so sweet as you ignore the bustling city around you to focus all of your attention on him.

if this is a fairytale —

“ — i hope this never ends,” he murmurs, and his lips curl up at the confused smile you give him.

he takes the hand you have wrapped around his wrist, slipping it down and into his grasp, threading his fingers through yours.

without question, you squeeze his hand back gently — god, you make him so happy — and in response, he whispers, “i love you.”

— ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ—

SORRY THAT THE ENDING IS KIND OF LIKE THE OTHER SHU ONESHOT BUT I MEAN IT’S SO KFSGJHAKJSFHG, ending on “i love you” is just too good .///.

#oh...... ooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭💜💜💜#shuuuuuuu 💜

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date me, please. oh, we're already dating?

[ kaedehara kazuha x s/o ]

summary: drunk and utterly wasted is kaedehara kazuha. but he's also drunk in love. it's a good thing you are too.

notes: was typing the phoenix fic but i have to get this out of the way so I DON'T KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED GOD DAMN IT KAZUHA | m.list

words: 928 | warnings: alcohol ofc

you're about to punch venti into a pulp.

by the time your group had left the tavern, it was already dark and most of the city folk were already tucked inside their home, with the exception of a few knights and drunkards outside who greeted you a good night… and a concerned look at the boy hanging over your shoulders.

"i want… a ukulele!" he gushed, giggling uncontrollably, "did you see,"—he cuts himself with a giggle—"that one bard with a small… a veeeery small! oh it was a tiny little thing! with strings!"

"yes, i saw love. i was there with you."

the walk to the inn was quiet, only his occasional rambles of traveling, the things the wind tells him, and the random giggles that he does.

archons, he's adorable.

it didn't take long before you reached the inn, lugging kazuha over your shoulder across the stairs and to your room. the man simply fell into the bed like a sack of potatoes, plopping on the soft sheets with his whole weight. yet his face sports a dreamy smile—his eyes are still closed and he resumes his faint whispers of his dreams.

"you better be glad i love you enough to deal with this."

with slacking limbs and weary drowsy eyes from exhaustion—not to mention it's been a long day of traveling for the two of you, with the addition of xinyan—you quickly went around the room to clean up, taking a damp towel and a glass of water with you to the bedside table, taking a seat besides a giggling mess of a kazuha.

"love, are you asleep?"

he muttered something in response, eyes still shut and a loopy smile.

despite the extra weight on your way to the inn, you can't deny that the sight of kazuha being vulnerable and loose—albeit with the influence of alcohol—does not make you feel a little at ease. he doesn't make it look obvious, but kazuha had always been on the guard for something. perhaps it had been a natural thing for him to be cautious and careful even from his younger days, but it certainly makes you happy to see him having his moments to let his guard down, even for a while.

you just hope it won't always be from the influence of alcohol, he can barely handle a few drinks.

you press the damp towel on his forehead, wiping down around his face. your other hand thread through his hair, combing and taking it out from its usual ponytail.

at your concentration and inner state of mind, you failed to notice how his half-lidded and woozy eyes opened to stare at you. sluggish, but desperate to touch you in some way, he wraps his hand weakly around your wrist.

"love?" you glance down at him quizzically.

"am i your 'love'?"

"huh?"

he squinted his eyes right back at you, lips tilted to a pout.

"you called someone 'love'. am i not your 'love'? do you call someone else your 'love'?"

you couldn't stop yourself from huffing, amused. however, this only made him frown, an uncharacteristic whine coming from him and his hand that was holding your wrist flails in a mini tantrum.

"whyyy? why, why, why? why not meeee? are we not lovers?"

"kazu—"

"noooo," he whines, taking your hand to place sloppy kisses on your knuckles, "you can't call me by that name! date me right now! call me love! i love yooou, it's not fair!"

you just hoped that no one would complain about the loud laughing fit you made at this time of the night, but can they really blame you? here he is, drunk and being the most adorable idiot there is. who are you to not find this endearing?

"love—" you grin at the satisfied happy hum he made at the pet name, "—we're already dating."

his smile fell to a shock look, gasping audibly and his eyes lighting up, putting the moon and the lamp beside you to shame.

he looks very much awake—and breathtakingly handsome—despite being wasted.

"w-we are?"

ah, he looks as ecstatic as he did when you first reciprocate his feelings.

"yes, we are, love."

as if to accentuate your words, you litter kisses all over his face, grinning at the chimes of delighted giggles and slight upward tilt of his head. his face is practically asking for more kisses. flustered and pink in the cheeks, yet his drunken state seems to diminish his sense of bashfulness.

"i love you," he sang.

"i love you too, love."

he looks so content right now. his rosy cheeks lifted into a precious smile that only tempts you to kiss them—which you did, as you should—and the happy little giggles that he makes. you place another kiss on his nose.

"get some rest, love. we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

he doesn't resist this time—probably because he got his dose of affection from you—easing into a curled position on the bed, your hand is still in his. the smile on his face softens, eyes shutting and his voice more sluggish.

"can you say it again?"

"which one, hm?

"say… say you love me again."

almost immediately, you leaned close to his ear, kissing just above his ear.

"i love you, kazuha."

"aga… again?" he drowsily asked once more, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

"i love you, kaedehara kazuha."

and i'd repeat it however many times you want me to.

"i love you too~"

maybe you won't beat venti into a pulp. for now, at least.

#😭😭😭😭 im sommmft ❤️

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oceanandstars · 2 years

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pink camellias

word count ! ~3.3k pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff summary ! flower shop/tattoo parlor au (alternates between reader & the boys bc i want cute flower boys too) song ! whereabouts of the bouquet | kanae

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

occasionally on mornings where you're arranging flowers outside the shop, you would spot the handsome stranger across the street opening up for the day. sometimes, the two of you would make eye contact and he would shoot you a pleasant smile before slipping past the parlor door. you never spoke to him—never even got within six feet of him, in fact—but your curiosity was piqued by this pretty boy with fishnet gloves and wire-frame glasses.

your thoughts couldn't help but stray to him—the quiet, mysterious tattoo shop owner across the street. what you didn't know, however, was that he's noticed you too. to him, you're the gorgeous florist with a dazzling smile, and his mood always seems to lift after meeting your eyes. when he gets a particularly difficult client, his gaze will shift from them and out the windows, ultimately landing on your colorful form. the image of you grinning and laughing with one of your regulars shoots a burst of energy in his veins, letting him survive the day with his sanity thankfully intact.

it was a quiet wednesday morning when you finally met.

you were once again arranging a new arrangement of spring flowers out on your shops windowsill, humming a soft tune under your breath. you didn't notice him slowly approaching until he was right behind you, yelping in surprise when you spun around and saw him so close. he let out a soft laugh as you placed your hand on your chest, playfully scowling at him.

"god, you scared me!" you breathed. "how are you so quiet? i didn't even hear you come up." the stranger gave you a knowing smile.

"it seems to be a talent of mine. my friends complain about it quite often as well," he says, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. taking his hand out of his pocket, he reaches out to shake your own.

"it's nice to finally meet you," he starts. "my name is ike. i work at the tattoo parlor just over there." he points over his shoulder to the shop in question. funnily enough, you swear you can see a figure in the window giving the two of you a big thumbs up. he seemed to be wearing a fedora?

returning your gaze to ike, you smile and introduce yourself in turn. he was much more beautiful in person, you thought. and maybe it was the soft sunlight dancing across his features, or the gentle breeze ruffling his hair in a way that felt criminal, but you felt emboldened by the tranquility of the moment and spoke before you could chicken out.

"would you like to come inside for tea?" you ask, biting your lower lip slightly. ike's gaze softens at your words.

"i'd love to, älskling."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

luca loved his job. it was clear to see his adoration for tattoos considering the swirling forms of ink adorning his chest, back and arm, and he had the reputation to back it up; great skills, excellent service, and a wonderful conversationalist. the blonde's shop is a popular choice for first-timers thanks to his bubbly attitude and easy-going personality, and he had a way of making you feel comfortable in the chair even with a needle buzzing away and leaving permanent marks on your skin. he knew why he was popular; luca has high emotional intelligence after all. how else could he make his clients feel so at ease as he does? this reputation was what drew you to his shop in the first place.

immediately you felt out of place in your pastel yellow cardigan and white linen trousers. when you called on the phone, the woman you spoke to was enthusiastic about your idea and understood your request for the "nice artist that everybody goes to for their first tattoo". you assume the turquoise-haired receptionist sitting behind the counter was her, and you mustered up the courage to approach at her kind smile.

"hi! did you have an appointment?" she asked. you nodded and gave her your information as she clicked through the files on her computer. turning back to you, she gave you another grin in an attempt to ease your obvious nerves.

"luca's just cleaning up his equipment from his last appointment, he should be ready in five to ten minutes," she says. nodding and shooting her a quick thank you, you go sit down on one of the plush couches as you wait to be called in.

it feels like no time has passed at all before a head of blonde hair pokes out from behind a door, violet eyes sweeping across the lobby before landing on you. suddenly, a bright smile adorns the man's face as recognition flickers in his eyes.

"hey!" he calls, approaching you quickly. your eyes quickly drop to his rather large chest—how are his tits so big? what the fuck. that button is fighting for its life right now. oh god the way his shirt stretches as he moves. is he talking right now? oh fuck i'm staring aren't i shit oh god fuck-

you quickly snap your gaze back to his face, praying to any god out there that he didn't notice your painful obvious staring. lucky for you, luca is the textbook definition of himbo. while he did notice, he thought it was for a completely different reason.

"oh shit, is there something on my shirt?" he asks, looking down to check.

"ah, no, there was a fly but it's gone now," you quickly say, trying to salvage the situation and save your hide. the receptionist is watching the exchange with stifled laughter.

"oh pog, that's fine then," the blonde says. "anyways, as i was saying. it's super cool to finally meet you in person! i'm luca, you own the flower shop across the street right?" you nod, fiddling with your sleeves. he leads you into the studio with a smile, plopping down onto the swivel chair and flipping through a black binder that presumably held your design.

"it's super cool that you're getting a tattoo," luca starts, removing a few sheets of paper from the binder. "i'm honored to design your first one. i know it's a big deal and you might be scared, but there's nothing to be nervous about! here's some of the designs i came up with for your idea, by the way. don't worry if you don't like any of them, we wanna make sure you're a hundred percent satisfied with the design before we start inking!" he finishes. luckily for the both of you, you fell in love with a version on the second page.

luca grins, and soon enough the high buzzing of the tattoo needle fills the room. seeing that you're still a bit fidgety, he racks his brain for a way to calm you down while he sanitizes your skin with an alcohol wipe.

"hey, uh…" he pauses. you look up and meet his eyes. luca bites his lip for a moment before continuing with a small smile.

"how about we make a deal?" you lift an eyebrow showing that you're interested.

"if i can get this session done without any tears or panic attacks, will you go on a date with me?"

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

tucked away in a hidden corner of central london was a quaint little street filled with cute little shops and flowering trees. string lights hung across the buildings while vines crept up the red brick giving it a cozy atmosphere. passerby can be seen browsing the many stores and chatting with each other outside cafes, sipping on their tea and snacking on pastries. overall, it was a popular area for locals and a hidden gem for tourists.

there was one store in particular that got a bit more foot traffic than the others, and that was the flower shop. run by a mother and her son, you could always see at least one patron scanning the many bouquets or discussing events with either of the two florists. they were well known for their great color combinations and meaningful consultations, and the two had a solid group of regulars coming back every week.

one of those regulars was you.

your coworkers can find you at the florists every tuesday morning to pick up your usual order of carnations to decorate the reception desk of your tattoo parlor. they were your favorite flower and there was always a bouquet set aside and ready for you to pick up when you inevitably dropped by.

today, however, you were met with the son instead of the matron who normally worked tuesday mornings.

walking inside, the tinkling of a bell signaled your arrival in the shop. there was one other person here this early in the morning—an old man you see every week picking up flowers for his husband. you shoot him a quick hello and a smile before you turn to the front counter. you saw the carnations wrapped up and ready on the shelf behind the counter, but no florist to be seen. since you were in no rush, you decided to just wait and look out the window, watching a rather amusing dispute between a squirrel and a bird.

about five minutes had passed before you hear a door open. looking over your shoulder, the first thing you notice is his orange shirt, and the rather large basket of peonies in his arms. closing the door behind him with his foot, the man turns around and jumps slightly at the sight of you.

"oh shit!" he yelps, fumbling the flowers in his arms. you laugh a little under your breath at how cute he is before you walk over to him.

"do you need help?" you giggle, reaching out an arm in case the basket fell. he waves a hand signaling that he's fine before sliding past you and gently setting the flowers down onto the counter. briefly, memories of the matron retelling various stories and gushing over her son flash in your mind. he's a lot more handsome than you thought, based off her descriptions of him alone.

"you own that tattoo parlor down the street, right?" the man asks, turning around to face you. "my mum told me you would be coming to pick up the flowers. i'm mysta, by the way." walking around the counter to pick up the bouquet of carnations, he turns back to you and inputs the price into the register. you swipe your card and quickly thank him as he hands them off to you with a grin. you're about to push open the door to leave when you pause, biting your lip. fuck it, you think, turning back around.

"mysta," you call. the florist looks up from where he was arranging another bouquet.

"yeah?" he responds, quirking an eyebrow. taking a deep breath, you smile.

"would you be interested in grabbing a bite to eat later?"

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

it only appears when you need it most. at least, that was how the rumor goes. it was hard the believe that the run down building across the street was home to a magical flower shop, but there were too many people who swore they’ve met the sorcerer to brush it off completely.

it was quite an old building—vines crawled up the decrepit brick and weeds sprouted in large clumps in the cracked sidewalk. the archway leading to it was rusted and the gate itself was hanging precariously by its hinges.

you refused to believe it at first. after all, magic wasn’t real, right? but the number of clients gushing to you about the pretty florist kept increasing. it spread to your actual work as well with many of them requesting to get their flower permanently inked onto their bodies.

every morning now when you’re opening up the shop, you find yourself looking over your shoulder to stare at the old building, wondering if you would ever be able to see it like so many others have.

the answer to your question showed itself almost a month later.

when a rather scathing review of your shop appeared on yelp, you couldn’t help but feel insecure of your work and your place in this profession. despite what your coworkers and fellow artists have said in an attempt to reassure you, you couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of the back of your mind.

now, you find yourself locking up the parlor for the day when you hear a faint tinkling. it sounded like wind chimes, but as far as you knew, nobody on this street had any hanging outside. curious, you strained your ears to see if you could determine where the sound was coming from. it was almost enchanting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from walking toward its melody. your feet take you to the rusted gates across the street, and taking a brief look around, nobody else was outside at the moment. it almost seemed as if the world went quiet. pushing past the worn gates, you gasped at the sight.

instead of the dilapidated old building you thought you would see, your eyes are met with a warm brick shop with smoke gently puffing out its chimney. flowers you’ve never even seen before were on display in the windowsills, and the dainty cobblestone path was lined with little orbs of light. for a lack of a better word, it was magical.

pushing open the wooden door, you hear the tinkling of the wind chime that drew you to the shop in the first place. taking a quick glance around, you see various flowers and plants tastefully decorated around the room. the muted purple walls seemed to hum with energy—in fact, the whole place did.

you took careful steps around the displays when you hear the wind chime’s melody once again. this time, it takes you toward the back of the shop where you find a small pot housing what looked to be daisies. you let your fingers brush against the petals lightly, breathing in its pleasant aroma. taking a closer look, however, you see a little label next to the pot that said ‘chamomile.’

“it means strength in adversity,” a voice says behind you. spinning on your heel, you’re met with striking violet eyes and a mischievous smile. the man—who you’re going to assume is the florist/sorcerer everybody has been talking about—is leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you stare at him for a moment. he really is pretty, you thought.

kicking off from the wall, he walks up to you and caresses the chamomiles with a soft look on his face. turning to you, he grins.

"it's nice to finally meet you, neighbor. i was wondering when you would show up,” he says. “i’m shu; i’m the owner of the shop.” you reach out to shake his hand as you introduce yourself in turn. looking back at the white flowers, you bite your lip. opening your mouth, you ask him how much they cost. shu shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"i don't take mortal money,” he starts. “all my customers pay me with memories or feelings instead. they’re much more valuable to me and my work.”

soon enough, you find yourself sitting on a plush chair with a bowl of swirling pink mist sitting in front of you—mist that was supposed to be your emotions. shu dips his hand into the bowl briefly before he jerks it back with a blush on his face. he coughs awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes. the sorcerer rubs the back of his head before taking the bowl and pouring its contents into a flask he seemed to pull out of thin air.

right when you’re about to leave the shop with your chamomiles in hand, the violet eyed man stops you with a hand gripping your elbow. you raise your eyebrow at him in question.

"um…" shu starts. he takes a deep breath before continuing. “would you be interested in coming back? you don’t need to buy anything, it’s just…” he bites his lip. “i’d like to see you again, if that’s ok.”

six months later, you shrug off your jacket and place it on shu’s chair revealing fresh ink on your shoulder. he grins at the sight.

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

AKUMA FLOWERS was well known for its handsome florist. extremely well known. you can often find handfuls of people trailing into the store as if they were hypnotized, an excited smile gracing their face as they greet the man. it's obvious to see that many of these patrons aren't exactly interested in the flowers but vox instead, and despite this he always welcomes them in with a warm hello and an attractive grin. however, it was because of these types of customers that the demon tends to appreciate those with a genuine interest in his work.

vox takes a lot of pride in his arrangements—many nights have been spent memorizing different flower meanings and experimenting with color combos—and the demon knows his regulars appreciate his efforts. the florist lets his familiar smirk soften into a more sincere smile whenever a regular comes in to the store, welcoming them by name.

yes, vox loves flowers. how ironic that a fearsome demon such as he now wears soft cardigans and tenderly cares for roses. but despite this stark contrast in his nature and his job, he doesn’t regret choosing this path. after all, it led him to you.

vox wasn't ignorant of your lingering glances. when you park your motorcycle and tug off your helmet, your eyes automatically land on his store across the street. it’s hard to ignore your presence when more than a few of his patrons have complained about the noise of your bike, but all he can think about is how breathtaking you look every day.

the demon puffs out his chest a little bit more, stands a little taller every time he feels your gaze on him. yes, he preens at your attention. sue him. on more than one occasion he’s considered walking inside your parlor for a tattoo just so that he could have an excuse to talk to you. luckily, he didn’t have to resort to that.

one late afternoon after the last customer for the day left, vox heard the small tinkling of a bell signaling an arrival. he poked his head out from behind a display, the words ‘i’m so sorry, but i’m afraid we’re closed for today’ on his lips when his eyes landed on your form. vox’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ in surprise, before he stood up straight and dusted his apron.

"oh, um, hello there,” he stuttered. internally, vox cursed himself. where did the suave voice demon go?

"hey yourself, handsome,” you purred, sliding up next to him. from this close, vox could smell your perfume and gods was it simply alluring.

"it's nice to finally put a voice to your face,” you say, cocking your head to the side.

"don't you mean, putting a name to my face?” he asks, sure that that was how the saying usually goes. you let out a melodic laugh at his question and vox was sure he couldn’t fall any harder.

"oh, i know your name, vox akuma,” you declare. “my coworkers go on and on about the handsome florist across the street.” the demon feels his face flush at your words, and curses himself for doing so once again. putting on a brave front, he smirked.

"this is a bit unfair then, no? i should get to know your name as well,” he bargains, leaning over slightly. his eyes widen in surprise when you lean closer as well, your eyes darting down to his lips before you meet your gaze again.

"i'll tell you if you agree to grab dinner with me?” you propose. vox doesn’t even have to think before he replies.

"let me close up the shop real quick and we can go. i know a great pizza place down the road.”

WRITTEN ! 081122

#these were so fun to read! 😊#would love to see some continuation or building upon these ideas #especially shu's 👀👀👀

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oceanandstars · 2 years

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love the event! can i get kiss as a distraction for shu and or luca?

lxm-memories' 500 followers event drabble

✧ luca kaneshiro x gn!reader

✧ prompts: kissing as a distraction

✧ content: make out towards the end because luca is a menace.

✧ a/n: it became luca since i already wrote one for shu! thank you for participating bub! and sorry if this is a bit ooc, had a bit of a hard time coming up with a scenario for this prompt-

For once, Luca isn't sleepy. Which is weird because it's nearing the time where he usually falls asleep, and yet the mafia boss is staring up at the ceiling, wide awake.

And contrary to Luca, you who are laying next to him is for once slowly falling asleep, instead of sitting up in bed like you usually do around this hour either scrolling through your phone or reading a book.

It's weird, and Luca is bored of counting sheep.

So his attention turns to you, his lover. His sweet lover who is resting on his outstretched arm by his left side, curled up and facing him with your eyes still fighing away sleep for some reason, having not yet noticed that Luca is very much still awake.

And Luca knows that he should let you sleep if you, who usually head to bed when he wakes up is nodding off.

But he's bored, and when he's bored he likes to tease you, but right now shouldn't. He knows that, but for some reason his wide awake mind just wants your attention again because it's eerily quiet.

Luca doesn't like it when it's quiet.

So he twists his body around, bending his arm so you're a bit closer to him to which you only make a disgruntled noise over, before the mafia boss bends down to kiss your eyelids, the sudden pressure against them causing your face to twist in a frown.

"Baby," Luca whines, and you only groan back, "Don't fall asleep now, I'm not sleepy yet," he tells you, continuing to press his lips against any visible skin right now to keep you awake. "And what should I do about it...?" you murmur, the sleep that was just within your reach moving further awake.

"I don't know, want to play mario kart?" he suggests, and you only blearily blink up at him in confusion, taking a few moments to register his words before you sigh, sitting up in bed. "Sure, grab the switch."

Which leads you to sitting in between Luca's legs, resting against his chest as the two of you play mario kart against each other at now 10 PM - And Luca is still not sleepy, in fact he's wide awake using different methods to make sure you lose your place in the race, and he's not even using the actual in game items to halt your process.

No, your menace of a lover is instead either tickling you, blowing air into your ear or shoving his cold hand up your shirt to make you lose the controller in your hand.

"Luca I swear to god one more time and you're sleeping on the-" in a fit of anger, you turn around to reprimand him, but Luca uses the moment to press his lips against yours harshly, taking you by surprise.

And with a grin against your lips, he glides his tongue into your mouth, effectively making you focus only on him and not the ongoing race. And while you turn around to wrap your arms around his neck, you suddenly hear the sound of the match finishing, and Luca pulls away with a triumphant grin. "First place!"

And you blink. Once, twice and a third time before you turn around to face the switch screen, and sure enough. Luca's character is in first place and yours is at a whopping 12th place.

".... You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Luca let's out a laugh, trying to make it up to you by being affectionate, to which you only worm away from his hold.

"And no kisses or hugs for the next week, bastard."

"Oh now you're just being petty."

#got me giggling and kicking my feet n shit 😩

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