#[my heart is tender OTL]

[grislyintentions]

Something something something he graduated from the Akademiya and he made a paper airplane out of the diploma and let it loose so it taps the back of Ei’s head. (AWRAXAWRQXA)

The paper airplane's course through the air is straight and true, managing to lodge itself in the loose part of her hair. Surprise softens the electro archon's somber expression as she instinctively reached towards the spot where she'd felt the tap.

Ei succeeds in removing the paper out of her hair, though she also succeeds in accidentally loosening some strands out of her immaculate braid in her attempt to do so. No matter. Violet eyes peered into the details as she unfolds the paper plane to read the words that were imprinted cleanly on it.

Realisation soon transforms confusion into a slow spreading smile.

"Congratulations on graduating, Tetsuya. You did well."

After a moment of thought, she held up his diploma to size up the document's measurements and announced.

"I am going to have it framed."

@inavagrant

[fire-lizard-ro]

Fem!reader being nonconned by Mr. Sunday and birthing babies with tiny wing who looks like their daddy

Thank you for the ask!

This one is a shorter, more simple response because I'm not sure how comfortable I am with writing noncon despite the other dark things I write. If I decide to in the future, I'll circle back around to this to write some more!

Hope you still like it fsiegji- OTL

CW: discussion of noncon, manipulation, babytrapping, other dark topics, etc.

Reader gender: female

Hmmmm- If I'm being honest, I'm not sure he would. That would be his ultimate last resort in order to tie you to him with something beyond just your feelings. A yandere Sunday is very manipulative and either waits until you suggest it yourself out of your want to have a child with the love of your life, or he'll subtly get you to think that way while making you think that it was your idea all along.

Once you're pregnant, he'll know for sure that he has you. It's a way of marking you as his more visibly. After all, he's the one who put a baby in you. Even better is when your children are born and they look like him and have those telling wings of theirs, sprouting from their heads. You've never looked more beautiful- More his.

His beautiful girl with his child in her arms.

It's so wonderful he cries real tears, not the ones he fakes to keep up his facade of a strong, yet tender hearted leader occasionally in certain situations.

But if he did have to resort to such an act... There's no way he wouldn't go to lengths to manipulate your possibly broken mind into thinking this was a good thing for you and he was just helping you see what you really wanted. After all, look at the beautiful children you have together, now! Aren't they lovely? You don't hate them, do you? No? That's good. <333

See? Everything is fine and we have a family, now.

Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I'll take care of you, my love.

Such tender words. Spoken with a smile that hides a beast who knows the taste of blood.

Thank you again for requesting and sorry for the inconvenience. Again- If I decide I am comfortable writing noncon, I might come back to this to add to it. Feel free to send another ask in if you want!

[7airplanes]

such lovely hands

[dourpeep]

you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

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- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

[stellartales]

luke pearce | i like you

pairing: luke pearce x f!reader

theme/genre(s): alternate universe, canon diversion, fabricated past of luke and reader, back into high school, school prom, Luke is popular, Luke is the IT boy in school, quiet mutual pinning, angst with a happy ending

summary: she knew about the love letters Luke always receives, knew that girls in school swoon over him — but the one thing she doesn't know was that none of this matter to him, because all he ever wanted was her. | m.list

word count: 3,395 (OTL)

a/n: my initial plan was to write a dating headcanon (before vs after dating him) for Luke but as reached the part where I mentioned high school, a scenario was created. it was much more appealing to write than the headcanon so i decided to forgo the headcanon and write this instead. this idea may seem a little cliché, but this is what i thought is a quite probable past that Luke and Reader(MC) shared.

pardon me for any errors you spot here; it was a LONG scenario and i'm @_@

the chiming bell in the clock tower resonated across the school compound, as it always does in the afternoons for the students of Stellis High.

under the swaying shade of a tree, the figure lying among the dancing grass stirred.

the sweet scent of spring carried by the warm, carefree afternoon breeze filled his lungs as he raised a hand to the textbook on his face, plucking it off him, yawning.

a hiss left him immediately as he winced, arm flying up to shield his squinting eyes from the stream of sun rays shining down on him.

"—oh hey, there you are!"

a ridge pinched between his brows as he lifted his head off the grass to find the voice, looking around in confusion with eyes still full of sleep.

then his face softened, realizing who.

the grogginess heavy on his consciousness evaporated like a puddle of water on a hot day as his gentle gaze followed her, tenderness dancing in his coral eyes.

a smile, like it was an instinct around her, curled his lips as he shifted to prop his elbows under him, chin resting atop of his chest.

she took a seat beside him, shaking her head. "why are you hiding here, Luke? everyone's looking for you."

Luke blinked once, twice at her, then groaned. "and that is exactly why i'm here." a sigh left him as his face fell. "it's that time of the year again."

amusement was written all over her face as she let out a laugh, "what's so bad about that? you should be happy so many girls want to be your date for the dance!"

because they are not you — he wanted to say.

a silent sigh escaped him as Luke watched her eagerness with helplessness on his face.

—then her eyes lit up as if she just recalled something." oh! you know that super pretty girl from 2-C? the one who gave you that box of chocolate?"

she clamped her hands over his excitedly. "she was looking for you too just now! i heard she's likely to be this year's prom queen and you the king."

raking his free hand through his tousled hair, he sat up, groaning in frustration. "why me?

her enthusiasm drooped at his question, only to be replaced by incredulity, "are you seriously questioning why?"

his brow rose.

"you've been the top in our cohort ever since year one," she begun to list in a matter-of-factly tone, "you're excellent in sports, being the captain of our soccer team, and the girls votes you the best-looking."

she let out another laugh.

"i'm worried about you." she shook her head. "...at this rate, when are you going to get yourself a girlfriend when you're this oblivious to the hearts you've captured?"

a look caught between amusement and exasperation appeared on Luke's face as a dry chuckle left him through the wry smile on his face.

the irony of that statement.

but he said nothing to that.

twirling the grass he plucked between his fingers absentmindedly, quiet contemplation swept over his face.

"...erm hey," shyness crept up on him. "those qualities you mentioned of me...do you also happen to think so?"

she blinked, tilting her head in puzzlement. "those qualities?"

Luke cleared his throat awkwardly, "like you know, something you said about me being the best-looking in the school?" he explained, feeling heat warming his face. "...is that what you think too?"

at his question, silence fell between them as she raised her eyes to his face.

the same face she had seen for more than a decade — the first face she sees everyday and the last before sleep closes her eyes; he has always been simply 'Luke' to her.

the boy she grew up with. the boy who fought off her playground bullies while she bawled with snort running down her face. the boy she played detective with; him as Sherlock and her his Watson.

but now that she was taking a proper look at his face, a slow realization dawned upon her.

gone were the baby fats, his cheekbones outlined the maturity of his face and down to his strong neck, the once small, scrawny shoulders were now strong and broad.

her eyes rose, back to his face — in time to watch a smile gently curl his lips, in time to watch his coral eyes soften upon meeting hers, in time to watch his brown hair tousling in the light breeze glimmer under the golden rays of the sun shining on them.

for some weird reason, she found herself holding her breath, felt her heart skipping a beat, her cheeks burning.

"—oh, o-of course." it was her turn to clear her throat awkwardly, fingers flying to hold her chin as if she was simply inspecting him and nothing else, as though her sudden realization never came across her mind.

—that her bestfriend was no longer a boy but in actuality, was now a handsome, desirable man girls dream of dating.

"ahem...of course! my opinions regarding any good things people say about you are sure to be hundred times stronger than theirs!" she pumped a fist into the air. "i'm your number one fan, Luke!"

"anyway," she hastily changed to the subject, "who are you planning to bring?" she could feel a strange sense of sadness sinking her heart as she asked.

raised by the same pair of parents, Luke probably saw her as his sister or as simple as who she is to him, a childhood bestfriend — he'd seen her puking all over herself, making a fool out of herself, seen the ugliest sides of her — those mere thoughts were enough to make her cringe and repel anything beyond their friendship.

but Luke seemed taken aback by her question, "you, of course!" as if it was absurd that she even bothered asking.

her eyes widened at him, then lowered to her hands on her lap.

"I..." wisps of doubt was holding her tongue; she almost wanted to say yes.

was he doing this because he felt obligated to bring her?

or maybe he couldn't bring in another girl into their space because she stuck around too much? perhaps he was worried she would feel like a third wheel if he did that; it was such a Luke thing to do — he was always so thoughtful of her.

she looked up decisively, "i'm not going, Luke." she forced an apologetic smile, laughing. "sorry, that law drama i told you last week is ending on that very day, so i'm staying home." it was a total lie.

his brows shot up, disappearing into his hair, "what? for that drama?" his face fell.

another round of laughter left her, this time, a genuine one at his expression. "it's a super important finale i have to catch okay?" she playfully smacked him on his arm.

his face stretched with a grin at her, hand rubbing where her playful smack landed on before he grew decisive too. "then i'm not going too." Luke rolled his eyes teasingly, "i'll sacrifice myself and watch that boring drama with you."

"what?" she faked an offended look. "it's not boring at all, okay? and look here, Mr. Popular, didn't you volunteer and promise Mr. Reicher that you would help the planning committee?" she crossed her arms.

in a lingering moment of silence, she watched on in amusement as his eyes widen, face lighting up then falling the next second before he broke the silence with a dreadful groan and a smack to his forehead.

"....right, i forgot."

as days flew by, the dance drew near. there was just a week left until the event.

talks about it was all she ever hear everywhere in school — the hallways, the cafeteria, her classroom and even the girls she hung out with.

guys were asking out the girls, and some were the other way round. the air in school was bustling with gushes of what to wear on that day, who was going with who, the prom queen and king etc.

as Luke had promised, he'd been busy with the committee, so she couldn't quite find chances to ask about his progress regarding the dance — what he was wearing, whether or not he had found someone to bring.

every time he was home late due to the committee, she was already in her room asleep, and when mornings came, he was already out. times when she could, words lingered on her tongue and just wouldn't come out like the coward she was.

she had been playing around with thoughts of attending the event, unsure if she should or not; they always dissipated so quickly, fleeting and scattered too fast.

but not today.

she had made up her mind, decision spurned by a memory of how Luke had to miss last year's dance with her because she was down with a bad cold and high fever that day.

she owed him that much, and frankly, she really wanted to say yes to him that day.

her eyes searched the bustling hallway as soon as she exited her classroom, determination blazing within her as she reminded herself — it was her only opportunity before a girlfriend comes into their picture in the future; she heard most people who went together usually ended up finding their partners.

it was lunch time, and the first place she went to was Class 2-A where she thought was the best place to catch him.

—and indeed, there he was, standing by the hallway windows with back facing her, focused on something before him.

a smile broke across her face as she hurried over to him, calling out his name.

"—Luke!"

his head rose sharply and turned, eyes flitting over in his shoulders. his brows instantly shot up in surprise to find her behind him.

"i've been thinking about the dance," she blabbered the moment she reached him, hands resting heavily on her bent knees to catch her breath, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes on her.

only until she looked up. "and I—"

her next breath was caught in her throat as she blinked, stunned to see a girl standing before him, peering over at her with the same puzzled look as Luke.

her heart sank.

no, not just a girl but the super pretty girl from 2-C.

trying not to let the ache she felt show, a sheepish smile was forced across her face. "oops sorry, i'll talk to you later." she turned, about to go — scratch that, she wanted to run.

"oh not to worry, i was about to leave anyway." the girl smiled sweetly at her, then turned her gaze back to Luke with a shy smile.

the girl's eyes were full of adoration. "thanks for asking me, Luke."

an icy hand tightened around her heart at those words. Luke asked her?

she watched on with an unbearable ache in her heart as Luke turned his head, almost reluctantly, to return his gaze to the girl.

his lips held a faint smile. "—sure."

then the girl turned and left, with an exhilaration barely contained in her steps. so ready to share her good news to her friends.

she didn't even realize she was watching— staring at the retreating back of the girl until a tap on her arm jolted her out of her trance.

her eyes swung back to Luke, only to find him looking at her with a concerned frown. "you were saying something about the dance just now?"

"oh erm, I..." her eyes shifted awkwardly from his.

maybe she was too late afterall. she was one step too slow.

her shoulders fell, her heart sank and only what remained was resignation as she looked up to face him with the best cheerful smile she could muster.

"whew! you had me worried there!" she gave him a hefty pat on the back. "i'm starting to worry that you'd be alone that day!" she forced a laugh, "looks like i can enjoy the final episode properly afterall."

Luke didn't seem convinced; the concerned frown grew even more intense on his face.

but she didn't have the strength to care.

presence of tears at the back of her throat was quivering like her heart right now — she didn't know how long she could hold herself together.

why was she...so bothered?

"oh look at the time," her eyes left him to look at her watch. she could feel his gaze on her; it was so heavy. "i've gotta go, Luke, i'll see you around!"

then she walked away, the fastest she ever did in school.

she was lying that day. there was no drama to catch today.

the only drama was within herself; a tug of war between wanting to avoid Luke and the girl, and wanting to see everything unfold between them with her very own eyes — was she a masochist?

the latter won, hence here she was, standing awkwardly before the doors to the ballroom. she felt like a sore thumb sticking out, waiting alone in a line full of couples.

the guys were looking sharp in their suits while the girls were extravagant in their elegant dresses.

well at least, she blended right with them in that aspect, being in the dress she had meant to wear for last year's dance if not for her falling ill — a dress she had spent her time pondering over while Luke, being part of the planning committee, was preparing to head to the venue earlier than the stated time.

soon, it was her turn to enter.

a deep breath was sucked into her lungs as she lifted her dress slightly off the floor to cross the threshold, her heels leaving the marble floor behind and sinking into the wine-red carpeted floor of the ballroom.

Luke and the committee had done a wonderful job planning the dance, for everything from the ceiling to the floor was splendidly done. class and elegance was written all over the place, like a ballroom right out of a fairytale.

done admiring the interior, her gaze was drawn right to the middle of the ballroom.

—formal dances have always been a tradition of Stellis High so she wasn't too surprised to find them as a centerpiece tonight.

eyes on a search for him, for them on the dance floor, she weaved around couples aimlessly, dropping mutters of excuse me and sorry along the way.

her attention flew to every brown hair she could find, but...

she frowned.

....none of them was Luke. weird.

feeling lost, she stopped at the edge of the dance floor. looking around, she felt odd, strangely out of place in a crowd of lively laughter and flirty chatters. somewhere among the crowd, she spotted some friends.

taking a few steps in their direction, she faltered.

— but they were like everyone else here. and she didn't want to intrude.

a silent sigh escaped her, turning her back to them. her eyes idled on the dance floor then lowered to her watch to catch the time.

perhaps she should just go home, she thought dejectedly.

then a wry smile whispered across her face — maybe in next year's dance, she could find hers, just like how Luke found his. they could even go on double dates!

the bitterness twinging in her heart almost made her want to laugh. laugh at herself; she felt so silly.

tearing her eyes away from the dance floor, she dropped excuse me and sorry along her way to the door. unlike how she entered the ballroom, there was no energy in her steps.

eventually reaching the door, she hesitated for a lingering second. her eyes lowered, her fingers curling tightly into her dress and teeth biting onto her inner cheeks as she fought to reign in the emotions threatening to spill from her eyes.

the ache echoing in her was a storm. pain, regret, melancholy, disbelief, incredulity — all in the turmoil.

Luke was no longer simply...Luke. she likes him. likes him more than a childhood bestfriend should. pinning and hoping for more than a childhood bestfriend should.

it took her this long for her to realize. that he'd been there the whole time, right by her side, but she was too scared and too late.

tonight he was about to slip away; out of her grasp, out of her reach. and it was all her fault.

a deep breath was sucked into her lungs; it was almost painful to breath, drowning in the harsh voice of her thoughts.

her eyes raised to the door, her leg stepping forward.

but a tap on her shoulder stopped her.

"what's a beautiful lady doing all by herself?" her shoulders jolted stiff in her surprise to the voice coming from behind, "a pity, don't tell me you're already leaving."

she spun around and right away, a gasp fled her.

standing a head taller than her, a pair of coral eyes smiled down on her from a handsome face that could only belong to one man — one she knew so well.

"...L-Luke?"

the girls were right to vote Luke the best-looking. if he was handsome on a typical day, tonight he was dashing. he was Luke she did not recognize or at least one couldn't bring herself to believe. the black suit clad to him outlined all that he was — a fit, strong figure of an ideal man.

she could sense more than see the females around where they stood staring, with eyes pinned on him; practically drooling over him if they could be animated into cartoons.

Luke didn't seem to notice. he had a look in his eyes as he swept a glance over her.

she suddenly felt self-conscious, remembering how she had decided on coming in the spur of a moment, and how she simply threw on the dress and hastily went through makeup before leaving home.

however, her discomfort dissipated as soon as he returned his eyes to hers. there was a glimmering gaze of amazement and admiration in them. "...you look beautiful."

"i do?" she blinked in surprise.

"of course, you always do." Luke grinned. "but tonight, you're breathtaking." his eyes softened. he extended his hand to her. "so gorgeous lady, can i have this dance?"

hand hovering over his, she looked back up at him, confused "but don't you already have a date for tonight?" she looked around.

Luke said nothing to that, only chuckling as his hand enveloped around hers, surprising her once more. her hesitant feet followed him as he led them to the dance, her bewildered eyes on his back.

he pulled her to him the moment they joined the floor; his hand on her waist, and hers on his chest and his hand.

"but Luke, i can't...you can't—" her eyes searched around them. "where is your date?"

his hand raised to her face, his fingers finding her chin.

"please, stop looking for her." his touch was gentle, turning her face to him— "because she's right here." —until their eyes met.

a similar look of adoration she saw in the girl's eyes on Luke was now in Luke's eyes, and on her. there was tenderness in them that nearly made her forget to take her next breath.

enough to make the tears she held back from before to brim in her eyes. "but why? didn't you ask her?" she shook her head in confusion.

"i've known you long enough to know." among the gentleness on his face, a serious tone set in both his gaze and voice. "that day you heard that i asked that girl, i noticed something was wrong."

his eyes flitted down to her dress. "at home, you kept staring at this dress when you thought i wasn't looking."

when his eyes returned to hers, he smiled. "i withdrew my invitation to her right after, and waited for you tonight."

his fingers left her chin to lace with hers.

"in fact," his voice softened. there was a vulnerability in the way he whispered his next words. "i've been waiting for this...for you for a long, long time."

—published on 25.08.2021

a/n: okay, that was quite cheesy, don't you think? but *squeal* my heart was fluttering as i wrote this. i just find that a trope like this suits Luke; he's probably the popular boy in school being smart, athletic and just capable in most things (as we all know from the game)

what did you think of this scenario (sorry it's really long)? please let me know. if it's good, i may write more school scenarios for Luke with the popular boy trope as the base.

i'd love it if you reblog this! <3

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Heyyyy! SO as a local comteologist- okay sorry lmao 😂 I was wondering! Could you maybe write about an mc that is very affectionate? Because I am like that and I would give my ALL and just everything for someone I love. So, maybe the guys are pretending to be asleep and they hear mc admitting her undying love for them? I don't want to burden you! So, I think Will, Jean, Leo and Napoleon would be fine :D

I love you! And please take care of your self cuz corona is a hondje- sorry lmao

Have all of my uwus my lovely, I relate HIGHKEY I’m ungodly affectionate irl~

You take care of yourself too! Tyty 💖💖💖 nothing to apologize for I love a good clowning, esp if Theo gets clowned in the process 😂😂

And never apologize for using my esteemed title I will die on this Comte-thirsting hill (☆｀• ω •´)ｂ

I hope these attempts bring you joy! 

William Shookspeare:

Our v creative playwright boy was just vibin’. He had a long day at the (obnoxious thespian voice) theater and while he loves the art with all of his being, the man is t i r e d. MC was late to bed and while he prefers to wait for her to join him no he is not horny perish the thought he just started dozing off from the exhaustion. He’s not sure when the lights go out, but he feels an immeasurable warmth around him. Faintly, he can make out a voice murmured at his ear, a gentle hand running through his hair. (I s2g if this bih says “Puck?” I’m gonna smack him for MC)

“Had a long day, hm?” He’s only just coming to, and can’t muster the energy to reply or open his eyes. “I’m sure this next performance will be the best one yet! You surprise me every day, Will...”

“Try not to work yourself too hard, sweetheart. Your work may one day be the world’s greatest marvel.”

He wasn’t sure what it was about the words that made his lips tremble. Was it the praise that always seemed to flow forth at a moment’s notice, the real kind he was so unaccustomed to? Or was it that unshakeable calm; her faith in him unmoved by any fear or doubt--the kind that made him wonder briefly if she was dull all those years ago. Now he was just thankful it was still here, no matter how undeserving he may be.

“But you will always be my entire world, my greatest marvel. I love you too much to let the world have you.”

Jeanne D’Arc (REEEEEE MY GOODEST BOY OTL):

It was early one morning, frost blossoming in fractals along the transparent surface of the bedside window. An inevitable, biting chill lingers in the room while the sun is fighting to climb past the horizon, its time so limited in these winter months. She watches as the light casts a gentle gray over the bare walls--something she promised to remedy soon--so reminiscent of how he appeared to her at first. Pure and bright, but still fighting off a darkness she knew so little about.

The thought made her draw him to her protectively, careful not to wake him up as she tucked him close to her heart. He was so warm, even despite the frigid weather. A product of his time as a soldier? She was never sure, but she was always touched by how often he used that warmth in service to her. 

She remembered earlier the other day, when she returned home from some grocery shopping with Sebas. Concern was overflowing from his stoic face--it was there if you knew where to look for it; his eyes a little more narrow, the line of his mouth closer to a frown. All at once his hands were reaching for hers, relieving her of whatever she allowed him to carry while walking into the kitchen alongside her. When Sebas stepped out again he took her hands in his, pressing them along his face. She had cried out, knowing her hands were freezing--it had to be painful to warm them in such a way. But he only smiled that beautiful smile to quell her distress, the one that always took her breath away, and insisted he could do no less.

“The same goes for me too, though, Jeanne.” she looked at the fierce mark on his face, so unworthy of someone so gentle. She resisted every urge to soothe her fingers across it, loathe to wake him up. She didn’t notice the fingers that twitched at her hip, his signs of stirring subtle. “Whenever you need me, whenever you can’t think of a good reason to walk out of this room. All you need to do is find me, okay? I love you so, so much.”

Leonardo Da Binchi (no i will not apologize. he deserves to be clowned, glorious moron):

Once again her lover was gloriously strewn across the library floor, arms crossed and fast asleep. An exasperated smile found her face at the sight. Perhaps it would have been a surprise at first, but nowadays she would just roll her eyes and walk past. Sometimes, if she was feeling forlorn or a little reckless, she would climb into his lap just as he was. He seemed to enjoy being woken up that way though, so of course she couldn’t give him the satisfaction every time; a woman likes to change things up. And sometimes she was too busy to spare the time.

Even so, the slowly dimming shadows under his eyes were a relief to see. While the celebration of his birthday could only be a blessing, she knew what a double-edged blade it could be. It invoked so many wounds that hadn’t yet healed. While she wished he would share that burden with her--however heavy it may be--she slapped her own cheeks lightly at the impatient thought. Give him time...

“I know you think you have to carry everything alone. And in some ways, it’s something I admire so much about you--the way you always seem to know just how to move forward. Like nothing can shake you.”

She leaned down close to him, bracing herself against the bookshelf as she pressed a kiss gently against his temple. “But know that whenever you find yourself wavering, or even if you just need a place to rest, I’m right here. I’ll always be right here. I love you so much more than you think, Leonardo...”

She stopped herself before she could finish the thought, knowing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear: “more than my own life.”

Napoleon Bonaparte (oh my little lion man...):

They were spending a nice afternoon in the courtyard, as a lovey-dovey couple do, and they went under the veranda to find some relief from the midday sun. Surprising literally no one, our sweet emperor started to doze after some yummy tea time snackies--drifting asleep against MC’s shoulder. She adjusted a bit to change the angle of the lean, making sure he wasn’t putting too much pressure on his neck. Little puffs of air made her bangs flutter as he breathed low and even, and she smiled.

He’d had a guard jobs back to back recently, which meant precious little time to spend with him. Restless and quieter than usual, she had suggested a little stroll together around the courtyard; admiring the flowers and telling him about the books she’d been reading to fill the silence of those lonely nights. It wasn’t long before he started to smile more, snickering when she gave ludicrous summaries of the characters and plot. 

Early that morning she had taken the time to make perfect tea time sweets, fully anticipating--and hoping--it would encourage him to rest. So often he would be worried about her missing out on things or trying to plan more elaborate dates, but if she were honest she didn’t care much for extravagance or constant excitement. These tender moments where he could trust her (and the mansion’s perimeter) enough to fall fast asleep, no nightmares in sight, was enough to fill her heart with so much joy.

“I know you can’t help but want to do everything you can for the people around you; protecting and serving others is your life. I never want to be a reason you feel you need to stop doing that.” She murmured in the silence, playing with the buttons on his coat with a faint smile. “But even so, remember you always have a home to return to. More than that, no matter how powerful or skilled; you’re also one man. A man I love more than anything else in this world, a man I always want by my side--if he’ll have me, that is.”

She took the hand that was entwined with her own, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his palm as his lashes trembled. “I love you, Leon. Whether I see you every moment of every day, or only in stolen moments between assignments. That will never change. There will be times where you belong to the whole world, but this” she placed a hand gently over his heart “will always belong to me. Let it lead you home to me, sweetheart.”

And because I can’t help myself, I added Comte, Mozart and Vincent:

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (he’s the melody I can’t get out of my head DON’T LOOK AT ME):

Despite all of his promises to quit his bad habits, she opened the door later that evening to find him fast asleep against the covered keys of the piano. His shock of white hair was nestled comfortably against his arms, piled together as a makeshift pillow. The sight made her think of those long, long nights in college; thinking you’d close your eyes for a minute--only to be adrift in seconds. 

Smiling wryly, she reached into a nearby closet to retrieve a blanket before draping it gently across his shoulders. Torn between waking him up and guiding him to bed or leaving him be, she decided on the latter. She got the feeling that waking him up would only mean “a few more minor edits” to the composition he was working on, leaving sleep an afterthought. While she knew he often couldn’t help himself, she didn’t want him neglecting his health all the same. 

She’d be back with some hot chocolate in a few hours, just how he liked it.

As she was about to slip back out of the room, the hand at his elbow clumsily grasped for hers resting on the covered keys. Heat bloomed across her face, ears burning as he clung to her warmth. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” She sat down on the piano bench carefully, trying not to jostle him awake. “Your music will never stop being the most beautiful and soulful sound I’ve ever heard. But even a mind as impressive as yours needs plenty of rest--even more so, I’d wager. You work yourself too hard sometimes, Wolfie.” She leaned until her shoulder brushed his, “But I’ll always be here to make sure you don’t overdo it too much. Sweet dreams my only love.”

Vincent van Gogh (he’s babie your honor):

MC was on her laundry rounds, Vincent’s aprons now thoroughly washed and folded for his use once again. She knocked on the door murmuring a greeting--though fully anticipated he might not respond. While he was usually so sweet and attentive, it was almost like he became an entirely different person when painting. Utterly serious, intensely focused; any attempts at speaking to him would require many tries before he came back to himself with a beaming smile. 

She sighed dreamily, easily picturing it. His eyes would always be stunning, a cerulean to rival the calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea. But in the midst of his greatest passion? They burned bright enough to make her forget the rest of the world existed.

Trying not to embarrass herself on unsteady feet, she opened the door cautiously to find his easel abandoned. Shocked, she scanned the rest of the room until she found him strewn across the couch; a blanket haphazard in its provision of cover. With a gentle smile she stored away the fresh aprons in the dresser before she approached him, kneeling close to the couch so that she could tuck him in properly.

He let out a pleased little huff before shifting slightly in his sleep, body angled in her direction. There was a faint smile on his lips, evidence of what was likely a pleasant dream or peaceful rest. She traced the outline of his ear cuff with insatiable fingers, eyes glistening a little when he nuzzled into the faint touch--trapping her between his cheek and his arm. 

“You’re more precious to me than anything else in this world, Vince,” the murmur was barely audible, he didn’t stir. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and if I’m honest--no part of me really wants to imagine it. This warmth is the greatest gift I’ve ever known; thank you for choosing to share it with me. I love you so much, sweetheart.”

Le Comte de Saint Germain (SAN GERUMAN HAKKSHAKKU):

Every day is a long ass day when you have 10+ children (yes, Leonardo, you are in that child count I hope you’re happy >:| ). For all his half-hearted complaints about the exhaustion and noisiness though, he loves his bubs, and wouldn’t have things any other way.

Even so, it doesn’t stop the delighted giggling that shakes her shoulders when she finds him fast asleep in his favorite armchair. His tie is undone and askew, head lolling to the side--any attempt at his usual poise long forgotten. While she most often found him to be charming and delightful, she loved it even more when he felt comfortable sharing these parts of himself too. 

She set aside the tea she would always have prepared at this hour and reached for the coat he had draped across the opposite chair, settling it carefully over his form. Resisting every urge to join him--Sebas would need her help preparing dinner--she carded a hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear so it wouldn’t tickle him while he was asleep.

He was so lovely like this, face unmarred by the weight of several lifetimes that found him when he was awake. No matter how early she rose when they were together, she rarely ever got the privilege of seeing him a little drowsy, lost to rest as he was now. She brushed light kisses to his eyelids, smiling when he half-sighed her name.

“Tuckered yourself out did you? You big worrywart.” She resisted the urge to find his hand and entwine it with hers. “I promise to watch over them, so rest easy, my dearest love.” She played with the collar, tucking him in further. “I know everyone here is precious to you. But remember that you’re the most important person in my life too,” she leaned her forehead gently against his. “While I love to see everyone get along, I love to see you happy and well-rested even more. You’ll always be the only one for me, [insert Comte’s real name].” 

Bonus continuation because I still can’t help myself apparently, somebody please take my laptop away from me:

Arms like steel bands enclosed her in his embrace, a sleepy exhale washing over her ear as she shivered a little at the sudden warmth.

“Mm, ma cherie, surely you didn’t think you’d get away with that kind of teasing...”

“But I wasn’t teasing you! I was completely serious.”

Laughter shook his chest and hers too, making her melt at the undisguised affection in the hands that settled her close to his heart.

“Then you must be punished for such foul play. To think you would ruthlessly attack me while asleep, bien-aime.”

“And how might I atone for this egregious indiscretion?”

She could feel him smile against her shoulder, the rascal. “Stay here a little while longer with me.” As if he had any intention of letting her go. Not that she minded, honestly.

“Threaten me with a good time.” she mumbled, stroking a hand soothingly along his back as they closed their eyes for a while.

A few more minutes couldn’t do any harm, could it?

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Fic Questionnaire

@ford-ye-fiji tagged me to do this; thank you. ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3? 106

What's your total AO3 word count? 395,897

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 27 fandoms, though for most of them it’s only like one or two. They are Akatsuki no Yona, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Hunter x Hunter, Tales of Zestiria, Tales of Berseria, Tales of Graces, Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Xillia, Tales of Hearts, Tales of the Rays, Professor Layton, Noragami, Pandora Hearts, Dai Gyakuten Saiban, A Series of Unfortunate Events, RWBY, Tangled the series, Doki Doki Literature Club, Ori and the Blind Forest, Vanitas no Carte, Genshin Impact, Kiznaiver, Boku dake ga Inai Machi, Kuroshitsuji, Ai the Somnium Files, and Charlotte.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “Pictures, Posters, and Tender Beauty”, “Plus Est En Vous”, “My Reason”,  “I Am Here, Too”, and “A Bandage for my Scars, and your Heart” ...Not surprised that four out of five of those are MHA fics, but I will never understand how that Tangled the series one I did got so insanely popular..... maybe because the show director himself acknowledged it. 0_0

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to, though I have to shamefully admit I pick and choose which ones I respond to. I appreciate every comment I get, of course, every writer does, but idk, I just feel like a broken record responding to all similar shorter comments with “Thank you so much!!! I’m so happy you liked it <3″ or something like that... Is that cruel of me? >_> I also feel weird responding to comments on my super old stuff, because aside from a few exceptions, I don’t really like most of my old fics anymore alkgklflkkl and I barely remember them enough to be able to give a reasonable response to comments on those. Instead I just put all my energy into responding to longer, more detailed comments, because with those I actually have more to work with to say back... But again, I love all my comments!! I’m really sorry if I don’t respond to your comment, it doesn’t mean I’m not grateful, I just don’t know what to say back OTL

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Haaaah, there are a few, but proooobably the most angsty ending would be in “Smile, and maybe tomorrow, you’ll see the sun.” Since the thing is basically 12k words of agonizingly drawn-out All Might death... :’) Though I meant for the actual ending to be somewhat hopeful/bittersweet? and I surely have other ones that have more painful endings... But that’s the obvious one that comes to mind, since I’ve had multiple people yell at me for it. :)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I can’t remember any instances of outright hate, but I’ve gotten some... odd comments every once in a while... Or just some annoying criticism that the person didn’t intend to be mean about, I don’t think, but that realllly wasn’t warranted. These comments are very rare though.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Noooo way in hell lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? ....I mean, not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I think I had at least one someone asked to translate into Russian, although they put it on FF.net lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No... I really want to though. Multiple friends and I have planned different ones, but we haven’t gotten around to doing any of them yet because I’m into different fandoms atm and also dealing with health problems that distract me.... My ex-friend and I had a major one that was in the planning stages, but then she stopped being my friend so it never got off the ground. :’) I’m still upset about that...

What's your all time favorite ship? Mmmmm that’s hard; I don’t ship that much at all, so although I have a few favorite ships, one in particular doesn’t really stand out to me as my hardcore OTP.... Buuut I guess I would say Snow/Serah from FFXIII; I love ff13 so much, it’s so special to me, and those two are just the absolute sweetest and the heart and soul of the game 🥺❤️ I haven’t written anything for them or ff13 in general, but maybe someday.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I only ever have one WIP at a time, so..... Hopefully not my current long one, I am constantly trying to slap myself for thinking, intimidated as I am by it with all my ideas for it and all the research I need to do. :’)

What are your writing strengths? I think I’m really good at writing characters’ emotions... the emotions they show, and everything they’re feeling internally. I really like the stream-of-consciousness style of internal monologue I’ve started using within the last few years; I think it’s very... cathartic? In general I just think I’m good at writing softness, cause I definitely feel the soft feels rereading my stuff lol

What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation.... starting a writing session and not getting distracted.... ADHD.... what do I do. :’) Although I just said I like that stream-of-consciousness style I use, I often feel like I use it too much, or things get redundant, and too wordy and overwhelming, bah..... I’m also shit at just.... knowing things, like worldbuilding, but like, real-world stuff that everyone knows, but I’ve been living under a rock my whole life and not done a lot of things that are normal for most other people, so I struggle with that in my writing, which is why all my fics not-so-subtly eek around mentioning things like food and irl places and so much else, haaah.... now I’m got myself writing 1800s Victorian London; someone save me

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Ehhhh only do it veryyyy sparingly, like when a character is startled and might briefly revert to their native language, or something similar. I just did that in one of my recent fics, actually, and looked up a few Russian words, being super anal about getting it right.... and I still got a comment correcting my Russian, even though it was only like 3 words in the entire thing, with nothing else to say about the rest of the fic... it was a little frustrating :’)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn. That was the first series that really got me into fandom and making online friends, and gave me the courage to try writing fics; I’m so grateful to it for that, and it still remains one of my favorite mangas <3 Ah, to be able to pump out fics as easily and quickly as I did back then...

What's your favorite fic you've ever written? I think it’s still “Manufactured Hearts, Real Happiness”, the sole Tales of the Abyss fic I’ve written. TotA is my favorite game of all time, and I wrote this for a Tales big bang that happened a while back; it turned out much longer than I ever anticipated, one of my longest fics to date, and pretty much exactly how I wanted it to be, which is always the best feeling... I was so happy to feel like I did my favorite game justice. :’) Now.... my dream is for my current WIP to become my new favorite, if I can pull it off right; we’ll see :’)

Uhhhh I’ll tag @sixtyfourk , @cenally , @arcane-palm , @kyoukalay , @magicmetslogic , and @evevoli03 , if any of you want to do this~

[jafndaegur]

As Real as the Sound of Your Name on His Lips

Zen x MC/ 2nd POV MC?/ 2nd POV You???

a/n: oh my gosh. oh my gosh. IT IS 2AM. this is literally all @mrs-han and @anon-drabble‘s fault. I have never written s m u t before...at least not posted publicly ^^” Ever. But then we just had to talk about my beloved Hyun Ryu. And the rest is history.

N👏S👏F👏W papapapapas~ after the break. Enjoy??? I’m sorry if it’s bad ROFL OTL

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Soft light from fairy-lights gleamed in the garden patio, and the stars winking pleasantly from the other side of the wooden awning helped the already warm aura. Ivy and magnolias draped along the rafters and down the sides, surrounding everyone in soft greens and pale cremes. Even as you buried your nose into the knit of your turtle neck, you couldn’t help your hidden smile. Your hands fiddled with a bottle of beer, one of Zen’s favorite craft brews, while you stared out with a watery gaze.

All of the RFA was there. Jaehee sat towards the back of the pavillion, chatting pleasantly with Yoosung while gingerly sipping at her can of beer. Likewise, the sunshine college student was nursing a soda, his smile radiant and proud as he gestured towards the decorations on the tables. 

The two had worked together with you, trucking through weeks of preparation to make sure all of the adornments for your special night looked beautiful. There were thin waxy petals, which mirrored the hanging magnolias, scattered along picnic tables. While delicate table runners, lace made, stretched the length of the three tables underneath the awning. Lanterns had been hung in the spaces unoccupied by the foliage,  chasing away what little darkness had been neglected by the strands of fragile lights. Everything glowed in a blanched yellow light, pale and fleeting. Yet the flickering bloom created a tender atmosphere that caused a stutter in your heart and a catch of breath in your chest because everything glittered – surreal and yet as tangible as your friends around you.

Seven and Jumin were working diligently by the side wall, stirring and prepping the food for the dinner tonight. Your smile widened as you watched Zen nag them, his eyes narrowed as he barked out something inaudible toward the very impassive Jumin. But you watched with a fond note to remember this moment as Zen’s brother stood behind him, nodding in agreement as if to punctuate his sibling’s every word. 

It seemed strange.

Zen’s older brother, standing next to your beloved. But the two, while stiff at first, seemed to work excellently against the shenanigans of magic agent 707 and cat mom CEO-in-line. Which resulted somehow in a great combination of forces towards meal preparation. With Jumin’s attention to detail and Seven’s enthusiasm, the two Hyuns had planned the next direction of work to go to.

And you felt a sense of pride blossom in your chest. There was no look of chagrin or malice in Zen’s expression, despite everything. His crimson eyes glittered with life and despite the annoyed facade, there were no worry lines in his brow or at the sides of his mouth. His acting was excellent, almost unidentifiable from his real self. But this wasn’t an act. He was as true in his actions as the day he was when he rescued you from Unknown.

Despite it all, he’d gained the confidence to reunite with his family. Despite it all, he had gone for their approval once more. Despite it all, they’d sent his brother with their blessing as an envoy, a step in the right direction. Despite it all, here you both were.

In the evening light, Zen finally made his way back to you. His smile bright and excited, while he took your hand in his. The both of you made it to the front, everyone having found their seats at the tables. A small group, a party of five. But that’s all you both needed, because in your hearts you knew this was your family. By blood or not. And they looked up at you both, ready and eager to hear the words.

Zen spoke first. “I’d like to firstly thank you all for helping us set up this little party tonight. Something where all of us can be ourselves.”

A light squeeze to your hand from the sidelong glance he gave you sent a bubble of mirth into your throat as you tried not to giggle out loud.

“Secondly,” he continued, his voice edging closer to an enthusiastic outburst. “I’m very grateful for you guys to join me and MC for our wedding dinner. Tomorrow will be a day to remember – so let’s celebrate the amazing times to come!”

- O -

The air during the walk home is crisp and breezy. It causes you to burrow closer against Zen’s side as the two of you make it back to the apartment. Footsteps fall in line with one another, the faint padding of shoes against the concrete hardly audible. Not with the pleasant and confident singing coming from your soon-to-be husband’s voice. All the noises in the city – cars honking, urban nightlife, animals and general ambiance – could not drown him out. His voice lilted along your path, providing an invisible tether to guide you while leaving a ribbon of mirth in your wake. 

You smiled, gazing up at him from your hidden nook tucked against his side. 

Something in his song changed.

His voice deepened, and the tune rocked with a slower rhythm. It’s beat caught the tempo of your heart and bounced it against your rib cage in slow tantalizing beats. For one quick moment, Zen’s eyes met yours. The crimson glance was coy and sultry, contrasting the innocent and almost shy smile he flashed. 

But his footsteps hurried, and he guided you along with a more urgent hold around your waist.

“Did you know, jagi,” he murmured, lashes fluttering along the high arch of his cheeks as he gazed down at you, “that we would end up like this?”

“End up like how?” You cooed, your arms wrapping around his torso to draw yourself closer.

His embrace spun you around and your back was pressed up against the door. “A prince and a princess making their last walk home before their big day. One last night,” his nose nuzzled up against your cheek while his hands sought out the curves of your face. “One last night before we are as entwined as ivy, in both life and fate.”

“Hyun,” your voice whispered against the soft swell of his lips as you flicked your tongue along the part of his mouth. “Our fates have always been tangled. From day one.”

He laughed, dipping his head down further to allow for hungry kisses. His fingers gently curled into the strands of your hair while your hands found the hollow of his back by his waist. Heat encompassed you as he pressed closer, form towering and protecting you from sight. His lips eagerly seeking yours with every touch and every press and every taste.

“You’ve been practicing your vows,” he chuckled.

You huffed out a giggle. “So have you!”

“I’ll still have a few surprises for tomorrow.”

“Like what?”

Zen hummed before pulling away and unlocking the door. You stared at him in confusion. The mood had been sparked and yet, he stopped. Was he trying to reign in the beast to save it for tomorrow? The questions dug lightly into your thoughts, but before you had the chance to ask, his arms swept up under your legs and behind your shoulders.

He carried you over the threshold. 

“Jagi, I have to practice all of this too – ” He closed the door with a bit of a slam, before fumbling to lock it and carrying your through the dark apartment. His nose brushed along the juncture of your neck and the hot stroke of a tongue against your collarbone had you gasping in surprise. He chided in a singsong voice, “I want to make sure it’s perfect for you.”

He made it to the bedroom, easing you onto the bed with reverence and gentleness. 

Slipping his coat off his shoulders and letting it fall onto the floor – he crawled over you, his body naturally caging yours against the soft comforter and sheets. “Jagi, can I?”

The expression on his face, even in the dark, looked so tender and so sincere. His eyes closed as you grazed your fingertips along the line of his jaw and over the fringes of his bangs. A soft sigh escaped your lips before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Please, Ryu.”

His shoulders trembled and his gaze returned to you. His glance looked up up and down before he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your lips to his. He made quick and practiced work of the kiss. Easily sliding his tongue along the curve of your mouth before delving in to taste you. Your breath hitched and you opened to him, gliding your tongue alongside his as a challenge to explore more. 

Zen did not protest.

His hands by now pulled up at the hem of your shirt, distancing himself for just a moment to tug your garment over your head and away. In an instant he returned to you, his hands leaving trails of goosebumps along your belly as his touch slowly made their way up towards the swell of your breasts. Your own fingers wound into his hair, tugging lightly at the long and silken strands. The grin that snuck its way to his mouth, interrupting the brush of lips, told you everything you needed to know on how to approach next.

You returned the favor from earlier, eagerly helping him out of his shirt while enjoying the sensation of his bunched shoulders beneath your palms. A shudder. Was that you or him? It didn’t matter.

His lips left a path from the arch of your jaw to the rise of your throat. Teeth grazed your skin, and you squeaked as he bit you and sucked lightly at the skin caught. Your hips arched up as you tilted your head back to give him better access to which he readily accepted. A sweep at his tongue laved at the raised skin, each bite mark followed by a soothing swirl of warm breath and Zen’s impatient adoration. Your mouth found his ear, and you whispered little things. His shoulders beneath your touch clenched and his knee ground between the part of your legs to keep your hip to the bed. Although that proved difficult. The more you promised him, whispers full of heady and carnal words, the more you found yourself slowly grinding onto his thigh – thrilled when his ministrations began to quicken with a sense of urgency. Every skim of his lips left a burning tendril along your body while his hands made quick work of your bra and pants. Most of your skin was now covered with gooseflesh as the cold air and your fiancé’s embrace continued to explore you. The entire time his voice rumbled out his encouragements, praising you and urging you on. 

Something in your stomach began to coil, tight and wanting to snap, you found yourself looking for harder friction as you shamelessly grinded onto him. The flutter in your stomach though, matched the strained clench of his chest. He lowered his head and brushed a warm kiss against your puckered nipple. He lapped fervently at the rosy bud before sucking at it, a rumble reverberating in his chest.

You moaned.

Zen’s hand found your free breast, his thumb circling your other nipple in rhythm to match every lick and every tug of his mouth. When you whined at the sensation, body trembling because now the undeniable heat and wetness that came from his caress pooled from your abdomen downwards, he chuckled and traded sides, his fingers pinching and tugging at now wet skin while he attended the latter breast.

You left trails of your touch all over his skin, tracing patterns along his sides and back. Your hands stretched the span of his chest and you murmured his name over and over again. It was his name, and like this, it was only yours to say. 

He broke away, brushing his lips down the bridge of your torso and belly, before he leaned back up to kiss you. “Princess, we can do whatever you’d like tomorrow. But tonight. Tonight I just want to feel you.”

You cupped his cheek and swept the pad of your thumb across his smooth skin.

“I want to know that you won’t disappear in the morning, that you’ll still be right here. That I’ll be right here with you,” his mouth moved slowly against yours, words and taste a sensuous and slow dance as he emphasized each word. “That this dream is our reality.”

You smiled into the kiss. “Forever now, Zen.”

“That’s all I want,” he murmured. 

You gave your utterance of approval, helping him with the last of both your clothes.

This wasn’t the first time you’d done this together. As much as he’d tried to reel in the beast when you had first moved in with him, after a year into your relationship when you approached him first – there were no qualms on his part for being physical. You both laced together and completed each other, a timeless rhythm rocked you that had neither a start nor an end, just a comprehensible cadence that you both knew the dance to.

Zen gave a few lazy strokes to his length, kneeling between your legs with languid and flirting look to you. 

His free hand helped raise your hips to meet his as he teased, sliding along your slick folds, watching as you shivered. He pressed his tip to your entrance, once and then twice, enjoying the groan of exasperation and the pout that curled onto your expression. Once he had your attention though, you noticed that glint in his eyes. That telltale glimmer of excitement and awe.

“Jagi, say my name,” he murmured.

He slipped into you, moving in slow and paced strokes, hands keeping your hips raised to meet each thrust. You arched and your hands twisted the bedsheets. His name tumbled easily through your voice, your body almost knowingly addicted and memorized to each movement he gave. You clenched around his length, relishing the low groan elicited. Matching every roll of his body with your own, you braced your hands on his abdomen. Zen’s brow furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut. By now his hair had been loosened from his normal tie, instead messily strewn over his shoulder and down his back. His teeth worried his bottom lip as his fingers clenched your hips tighter, pulling you closer as he began to thrust faster – pace changing into something more erratic and desperate. The coil in your stomach wound itself tighter. And when you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to find an angle for him to push deeper, your thoughts thickened and you breathed heavily. 

The world around you was fuzzy like a blurred image, and everything except for Zen seemed dull. You were hardly aware of anything else. But Zen – your Hyun, your Ryu – stood as crisp and stark as a freshly made picture. The glisten of his sweaty skin barely visible in the dark, the faint glimpses of his silver hair as he pushed you both closer, the hefty rise and fall of his chest as he moved faster. All of it was as bright and clear and real as the sound of your name on his lips.

You cried out, a strong and deft thrust sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over you. Stars glittered in your eyes and for a moment, you lost sight of him. Your body shook, a tremor following in a delicious aftershock of your release. Floating high above for just a moment, you basked in the quavering euphoria. By the time you opened your eyes, vision finally clear and sensation of your surroundings, warmth blossomed inside you while Zen gave a staggered moan as his he tilted back. 

His touch slowly left your waist, traveling up your body and sides, tenderly tracing a route up.

For a moment he was content to just feel and to just touch. Your fingertips brushed along his forearms, and you whispered his name. Finally he met your gaze. He smiled and drew you slowly into his lap. 

Zen buried his face into the crook of your neck, arms around your waist holding you close as he breathed in your scent. You combed slowly through his hair, lightly peppering kisses along his jaw as he rocked back and forth. Together your breathing began to match, inhales and exhales slow and timed.

“Tomorrow will be even better,” he whispered. “Because tomorrow, princess, you’ll be mine.”

“Zenny,” you chided with a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. “I’ve always been yours. ”

You felt him smile – though hidden, still  vivid as the sun in the sky or the moon in the night. Real and constant.

[kuuderepunkin]

Ahem- HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY @min-nevermind 

This may be so out of character otl I’m so sorry- but crazy red boy loves you with a fiery passion!  I hope it makes you smile at the very least, <3 

"Hey Chloe-chan, wanna walk with me?" He sang as he lightly jogged towards you with a wide grin on his face. When you had agreed he nearly jumped up for joy, he was hoping his spontaneous date plan would work out with you and your schedule.

As the two of you walked he asked you about your day, smiling as he glanced down at you taking in your features and how your expression changed depending on what you were talking about. Satori had his arms resting above his head, pressed to the back of his neck as he walked with you. Taking in the cool August air and the way your voice floated through it. 

Slowly Tendou began to tune out of what you were saying, but not because he wasn't interested but the way the sun began to set made you glow in the evening light, your eyes almost glowing from the way the sun rays peeked behind the clouds. You were enamoring to him, and he just couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you looked. He suddenly caught you pausing to look up at him, perhaps noticing his distraction. He grinned before he told you how you how you always catch him off guard with how pretty you are.

"You know we've been together for quite some time yet you always seem to look so gorgeous each time I get to look at you." Tenduo wasn't even trying to make you embarrassed with his statement but he felt like he couldn't just pretend to have heard the last half of the conversation. He would much rather be honest and see you stumble over your words for a moment before you regained your composure and laughed at him. 

"Aw man I knew that sounded cheesy! I can't help it when you look so cute. It's your fault I can't pay attention to what you're saying sometimes," he teased. "You always seem so passionate that I can't help but admire the look of persistence on your face Chloe."

Tendou stretched before letting his arms fall to his side, letting his knuckles tap on your own to test if you would flinch away from the sudden contact. He knew you weren’t always keen on physical touch and tried to gauge your reactions with slow touches before he would take your hand, or hug you. When you didn’t shy away from his touch he gently slid his hand into your own to intertwine your fingers. Smiling to himself as he gently squeezed your hand, he loved knowing that you trusted him enough to be affectionate. He was honestly so giddy about getting to touch you, but he always tried to mind your boundaries not wanting to scare you away with his passion.

He knew your birthday was coming up, too. But he wasn't cleaver enough to surprise you on the day you knew he would dote on your every whim. So if he wanted to surprise you he had to act spontaneously, which he knew might back fire since sometimes your schedules didn't align. Tenduo knew if he asked you to meet him on your birthday that would would be able to piece together he was plotting something, so this was the next best thing. He would surprise you right here right now, and on your birthday he would give you all the attention you could ever wish. Today was for the two of you. Crimson eyes gleamed down on you as he adored your form, Satori began to hum absentmindedly. And you recognized the familiar tune of the song he would sing during volleyball games.

"Their hearts! Keep on shattering-" you attempted to sing along but your boyfriend stopped in his tracks, his guffaw starling you for a moment.

"Awww come on Chloe I would never shatter your heart!" He cut you off, "I can't believe you remembered that silly song," Tenduo teased, slightly poking at your face, finally begingin to walk again pulling you along with him. "Keep on making them- What, you say? Happy! Keep on surprising them~," he could tell you were getting flustered as you lightly jabbed at him with your free hand causing him to giggle.

"Tenduo that's embarrassing don't sing it so loudly," you pouted playfully. 

"Awww am I being too much? I thought you would like the new song," he patronized for a moment, "oh well. We're here," quickly releasing your hand he spun and enthusiastically motioned to your favorite cafe.

 "Tada~! I bet you had no idea your awesome boyfriend would be able to trick you into walking to our usual dating spot!" Tenduo Satori was just so excited by the look of joy and surprise on your face that he couldn't wait to get you inside, quickly sitting you down at a table before rushing to the counter. It was no surprise your attentive boyfriend had memorized your favorite drinks and when you saw him come back he had a small white box with a bow on top, "now you have to wait to open that okay? Okay!" And before you could argue he disappeared back to the counter to retrieve your drinks.

"Ten, you know my birthday is not for !!!two more days," he spoke with you, a smirk on his face. "Yeah I know, but I have the greatest girlfriend so I have to come up with the greatest way to surprise her sometimes. You're too smart for me to bring you here without you suspecting something ON your birthday Chloe. So I did what not even you could predict." Your smile was reward enough for him to know he did the right thing, he was busy staring at it before bouncing up in his seat with a large grin. His nimble finger pushed the small square box into your direction his smile growing as the anticipation began to bubble over inside of him.

"What is it?" "You gotta open it to find out~." You rolled your eyes, of course you knew that but your boyfriend was being sneaky. "No I just thought the box was the present, you goof." "Aww come on!" You finally chuckled and pulled on the bow, the ribbon slipping with a light tug, and the sides of the box dropping down free from their restraints. Tenduo almost seemed too excited leaning forward on his chair, head sitting in his hands and eyes never leaving the box. Until your gaze shifted back down, then his eyes were trained on your expression, he wanted to take in every moment he spent with you. Pulling the top of the box over the back you saw a colorfully decorated cupcake in your favorite cake flavor. The icing was decorated with a large yellow rose, and some candy pearls that glittered in the lights of the cafe. "I didn't know that they had..." you were a bit stunned, you never knew the cafe carried cupcakes like this. "Happy birthday my flower," his expression was tender and voice soft as he smiled lovingly at you. "Specialty order, just for my favorite girl," he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers. "You make my heart bloom, and I hope I can make you happy for another wonderful year being a part of your life." Your smile, your joy, you- made him so happy.

After the two of you shared the small confection you walked home hand in hand, your head resting on his shoulder, it was quite as you came to a stop at his place. Unlocking his door he lead you inside switching on the lights to reveal a small array of snacks on his coffee table. "If you still have the time do you want to stay over and watch some anime with me?" It was his small way of allowing you to retreat to the comfort of solitude, so you wouldn't feel guilty having to tell him you needed to leave.

"Only if I get to chose the anime," you remark softly. "Deal!" He pulled you down on top of him as he jumped onto the couch, making the two of you bounce, your combined laughter filling the room. He almost didn't want to stop squeezing you in the hug but alas he released your wiggling form. Looking down at you with a smile as you pushed yourself up, his grin full of such love as he cherished you. Tenduo leaned up and kissed the crown of your head. "I love you." "I love you, too Satori," the way you looked at him so softly melted his heart, he'd never felt so loved. His lips gently pressed against your own and you could feel his smile as he gently sighed before breaking the kiss. Soon the sound of anime became background noise as he stroked you hair, rubbing down your back, and returning back up. You looked so peaceful watching the tv, eyes getting heavy as you slipped into a light sleep. It was almost too perfect. The warmth from Tenduo below you, his arms making you feel secure and safe, the gently touches lulling you to a peaceful rest. Soft kisses being peppered to your hair as you slipped further into bliss.

[grislyintentions]

"I heard around the village that it happens to be your birthday. What a great timing for me to drop by, hm?" He chuckled lightly, before offering his palm up towards the other with the smallest bow of his head—a gentleman gesture, to request her company.

"How about I take you to the city for the day to have a nice dinner together, and then go pick your present specifically selected by yourself? All courtesy of me, of course. The villagers already told me that they would be delighted to see you enjoy yourself a little today."

"Why, Sir Childe. Had I not known any better, I'd have thought that you were asking me out on a date. You certainly know how to impress a lady, don't you?"

There is a note of light-hearted teasing in her voice when she spoke. How smart of him to conspire against her by roping in the other villagers. Naturally, Candace bears no ill will towards the harbinger. In fact, she quite enjoyed conversing with the witty lad. But, given the dangerous aspect of his work, as well as the less than ideal actions the fatui members of his organisation have taken and sightings of them deeper into the desert...caution is required. Who could blame her for that?

The Guardian steps forward to slide her own hand into his palm. Her voice is no less genuine when she offers her reply, softly squeezing his hand.

"I appreciate your offer, it is most generous of you. But know that in comparison with the riches of the world and what it has to offer, what I value most is being able to share experiences with people whom I treasure. Your friendship is value enough."

Heterochromatic eyes flashed with a gleam of mischief.

"So in honour of my birthday, I am challenging you to a Sumpter beast race. If you win, we'll travel to the city. If I win, then I shall steal you from your comrades for the day. How does that sound?"

@narvvhal

[heymeowmao]

[Full] Our Song _ E11 (Last in rankings today (fourth place) will leave. Last episode next week.)

4:17 - MC: Na-jie is back with the team, and XZ can finally breathe a breath of relief. He finally let Na-jie come back and has withstood the challenges without her, right? But right now we have a different situation, which is that they haven’t met for a while. Tonight is an important match. XZ, you won’t let Na-jie only come back this once and then not again, right?  XZ: Of course not! Na-jie and I have not felt the passing of time at all, we’re still as compatible as ever! NY: I have communicated through phone, and I always ask him how the song selections are going.  

5:30 - MC: In order to pick our order today, we all went shooting. The only person to shoot a 10 was... /one day earlier/ MC: When you (XZ) film, you should have practiced this, right? XZ: Yep. NY: Ge, let me tell you. You might not win over him (XZ). While filming he’s been learning how to shoot. FYQ: Oh, he has experience? NY: Yes, yes. Be careful! XZ: Playing blind~

6:44 - WOW, Fei Yuqing shoots a 10 AND made it look so easy. 7:15 - XZ: NA-JIEEEEEE!!!! /shoots a 4/ oTL [total 18 points] 7:26 - FYQ getting ready... /Na-jie starts singing/ He misses. FYQ: Who was singing??! ZHJ: You definitely influenced him. 7:51 - NY: Let me sing another song. FYQ: /misses again/ [total 10 points]

8:32 - MC: Because FYQ’s skill is very good, he can give the #1 spot to another team. FYQ: Ah, number 1.... Who was it that sang “The Evening Bell of Nanping”? NY: /oops/ FYQ: Who sang “One Plum Blossom”? NY: HAHAHA

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9:14 - MC: Team Na-Zhan will be the first to sing tonight. They’ll be fulfilling two expectations. The first is that Na-jie is back! What sort of stage will their collaboration bring to us this time? The second is that they had prepared this song a while ago but didn’t get the chance to sing (bc they passed into the next round already), and at the time I had asked XZ to sing a few lines. Since that time, the audience has been asking non-stop when we would hear the song in its entirety. Everyone. That time is now.

9:54 - XZ: Na-jie!!!! NY: What is this? We’re matching again today, too. XZ: Come quick, come quick! XZ: I really missed you. NY: You missed me? How did it go? XZ: Pretty good. I need to report to you my results. NY: I thought it was a payroll. XZ: LOL. This is our record for the past weeks. We got third place twice, but last time we got second. Pretty good. NY: Very good!

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan -  被风吹过的夏天 (Bei Feng Chui Guo De Xia Tian)

16:07 - XZ: /confused baby takes the fish from Na-jie/ NY: I’m sorry. MC: Na-jie. I’m sure in all your years on stage and in your life, you’ve never been gifted a bag of fish before, have you? NY: /giggling/ XZ: /still confused/ NY: You didn’t see, did you? XZ: ? NY: I dropped the fish. XZ: /WHAT?/ A: If he had seen I bet he also would have laughed. XZ: If I had seen I wouldn’t have been able to sing the last verse either

16:45 - NY: When we were practicing, XZ would only be holding an ID card. Look at this thing- all wet, and REAL fish. With water. I didn’t hold it properly and when I was walking behind you I dropped it. At that time- my heart shattered. NY: And then when I was sitting here, I held up the fish and then I remembered how I dropped them and I COULD NOT sing anymore.

17:15 - XZ: I didn’t know what happened. I thought I sang wrong, Na-jie! NY: You were great. You kept on singing until the end. XZ: I didn’t have any other choice

17:26 - NY: I’m really glad you didn’t see that. I really need to tell you I’m sorry. XZ: No, no, no, no. It’s his fault (the fish). It’s you. /pokes the fish/ 17:38 - A: We were laughing ourselves silly down here. I saw Huajian-dage over there... ZHJ: I knew it could definitely influence them, but I get more screen-time.

17:51 - MC: Let me ask HJ, do you think it’s alright to make mistakes on a live stage? ZHJ: Of course! In this world, who can compare to me in terms of making mistakes on stage? JYQ: Big Bro “Forgetting the Lyrics”  ZHJ: Not only forgetting the lyrics. I’ve written a whole new song before.  ZHJ: This has to be said though, Xiao Zhan has improved a lot.

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Hacken Lee x Zhou Shen -  大会堂演奏厅 (Da Hui Tang Yan Zou Ting)

30:06 - MC: Hacken wrote the lyrics for this song in 1988, when he was just 21 years old. A lot of people know his songs, but I must let everyone know that he’s written lyrics for more than 80 songs.

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Fei Yuqing x Ayanga -  新鸳鸯·蝴蝶梦 (Xin Yuan Yang - Hu Die Meng) + Ayanga in a Pikachu sweater. Never thought I’d see it.

37:55 - MC: I need to say, from my standpoint, the one I could see the most clearly was Xiao Zhan. It looked like there was something shining from deep within his eyes. XZ: I feel very touched. I felt like I could hear in the song a hopeful feeling. It was divine, and made me see “hope” and the “future”. It’s very abstract, but I liked it a lot. NY: As soon as FYQ opened his mouth, I felt (indescribable). I realized that in the music industry, he’s too superior.  -- NY: I’ve been thinking to myself- how could FYQ not continue to sing anymore.[FYQ is retiring, after this show is over, he will not be singing professionally anymore.] At the very last moment, now here is Ayanga. When he stood there singing I came to realize that even when Xiao Ge doesn’t sing anymore, he could be relieved that Ayanga is there to sing in his place. 

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Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao -  虎口脱险 (Hu Kou Tuo Xian)

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Na Ying x Xiao Zhan -  恼人的秋风 (Nao Ren De Qiu Feng)

1:00:20 - MC: Hold on! We need to confirm something first. Could the female singer please say a few words? (/confirm it is really Na Yin XD/) NY: He’ll talk first. Him first. MC: I really do not dare believe this is our Na-jie! Audience: Team Na-Zhan! x10000 NY: What about us? Audience: You’re great!!! NY: Do you think we can turn this around (win another round)? Audience: /cheering/ MC: XZ, tell me. Whose idea was this? XZ: Actutally, it was Na-jie. She said she wanted to pay tribute. MC: ??? NY: It’s because previously we heard Hacken and Zhou Shen sing the “Ye Lang Disco”. After I saw that I thought that we also should sing a song like that. I wanted to pay tribute to my 80′s. MC: XZ. When you heard about the song, did you not even hesitate for a second? NY: He ignored me for a whole day! XZ: No, Na-jie! I really was working! I wouldn’t dare (ignore you)! NY: I was thinking “Oh shoot. He probably doesn’t like it.” MC: Or maybe he got scared.  XZ: Honestly I did hesitate at first. I didn’t think I would be able to control it. But Na-jie said she wanted it retro, and she explained her vision to me, and I was convinced. I said if we’re going to do it, let’s [go big or go home]. So we tried a retro style.

1:02:05 - MC: You know, with Na-jie.. it’s very rare that we have the chance to see you sing AND dance on stage.  ZHJ: And she danced very well! NY: I really need to thank XZ for practicing the steps with me all the time. When we were sitting there, too, he was counting the beats for me. You all know that even when I walk normally I’m a little uncoordinated. So this (dance) was really hard for me. You may not have seen, but up there where the lyrics are, the choreographer was there, showing me the steps. 

1:02:53 - MC: Let me tell you, ever since we started battling in teams, this is the first time that FYQ forgot to hold his pen and paper.  1:03:44 - ZHJ: I know you are all very happy, but have you thought about how we feel? (ZHJ x JYQ, who have to sing next). You two... do you have to be so cruel? NY: In this music competition, you HAVE TO be this cruel.  ZHJ: If we could vote, I’d vote for you to win.  ZHJ: I’m really happy and thankful to have made it this far in the competition. It doesn’t even feel like one at this point. We’re all here to appreciate each other. I really want to thank the two of you for letting us open our eyes and ears. Especially Na-jie. NY: This is not easy for me. ZHJ: You’re obviously someone who can just rely on your face... why do you have to sing so well? And why do you have to have such a nice figure? NY: Do you know how much I’ve suffered off this stage? I can’t eat all the good foods! YOU can eat a bowl of noodles, but I can only eat three strands! XZ: !! NY: And then I have to work out. I think if you still want to stand on stage, you have to maintain a healthy mind/body.  ZHJ: We will still work hard! Watch out for us!

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Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao -  其实不想走 (Qi Shi Bu Xiang Zou | Don’t Want to Go)

1:05:11 - NY: This title makes my heart hurt. ZHJ: We can only play the sympathy card now.

1:12:24 - MC: When I was conversing with HJ before, he had told me that there was a singer that he always wanted to sing with- that singer is Na-jie. NY: ?! Audience: /sing sth!/

1:13:13 - ZHJ: Work with me here, is there any of my songs that you’ve heard? NY: I can sing any/all of your songs. MC: Can I request one? Because the two of your teams.... only one will continue in the competition, and now you have to part ways. So the only thing I can think of is “ 让我欢喜让我忧” (Make Me Happy Make Me Worry)

多想說聲我真的愛妳 I want to say I really love you 多想說聲對不起妳 I want to say I’m sorry to you 妳哭著說情緣已盡 You cry and say the relationship is over 難再續 難再續 It’s too hard to continue, too hard to continue

就請妳給我多一點點時間 再多一點點問候 Just please give me just a little more time, just a little more greetings 不要一切都帶走 Don’t take everything and go 就請妳給我多一點點空間 再多一點點溫柔 Just please give me just a little more space, just a little more tenderness 不要讓我如此難受  Don’t make me so uncomfortable

ZHJ: Wait, there’s more I have to sing

妳這樣一個女人 讓我歡喜讓我(+們)憂 A woman like you, makes me happy and makes US worry (he changed the lyrics from “me” to “us”) 讓我甘心為了妳付出我(+們)所有 Let me be happy for you, give US everything

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1:16:39 - MC: I’ve been listening to a song recently that I really like, and I’ve written down a few of the lyrics to share with you. I think it suits this stage and everyone’s thinking. We say that this society runs too fast sometimes. So how fast is it? [Lyrics to Zhou Huajian’s most recent release “少年” Shao Nian (Youth)]

有时候来不及沉淀　岁月总是跑在灵魂的前面 Sometimes it’s too late to rush, years go by passing faster than the soul 好在还有一点信念　陪我们完成每一天 Fortunately I still have a little faith to accompany us to complete the day 别忘记心中的少年　狂奔的勇敢的 Don’t forget the youth still in your heart, hasty, brave 最初的少年 The youth you were at first

MC: We’ve been waiting six years for a new song from Huajian. Could you tell us about this song? ZHJ: Let me speak directly. For people my age, it’s hard to walk into a record shop... it’s highly likely that there aren’t many songs we can choose to listen to. That’s not to say that the current music of the youth isn’t good, it’s just that when you reach a certain age, there’s inevitably going to be that generational gap. I wanted to be able to give people in my generation a choice. For the past six years I’ve been thinking about this, and it’s only in the past year that I realized that after having written eight songs I was always talking about the past, when I was young. That’s how I thought of the theme, the title- “shao nian.” When I finished making the song I found it interesting. I used the word “youth” to look at the faces of everyone around me. The people I know now, the people I’ve known for years, the people I am getting to know. There’s a youth inside all of us. No matter what age you are now, whether 60 or 70, there’s a youth inside you. Don’t hide them. Let them out. 

Goodbye to Zhou Huajian and Jiang Yiqiao :’(

[queenharumiura]

Space explorers Vasco and Kajika~

Send me a ship and I will grade it: ||Still accepting||((//sweats sorry for being late with this one @heromanvasco @wild-untamed-heart))

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C: Not a bad ship

Alright, so I will preface thiswith, it’s been a while since I got into Lookism. After webtoons took it overand they changed the names (probably for legal reasons), I just--- could not doit. It did anger me for one thing, but it’s also just--- we know me… with names…memorizing them.

I would have to go back fromthe beginning and reintroduce myself to all of the characters and memorize theirnew names. I’m pretty sure they changed all the names, even the minorcharacters, so it’s just like—oh no. The nickname ‘Vasco’ remained the same ifI recall, however.

Anyways, the reason why I’mprefacing with this is—I’m working with dated information here. I’m sure sincethe last time I read there has been a lot of character development. I’m goingoff what I currently know of him. I’ll get back to Lookism… eventually;;;;

ALRIGHT, ONWARDS!

I honestly think that they wouldn’t be too bad together?Certainly, they are good friends and we’ve already established this in thread form.Vasco is pretty fair towards other people—once he gets into the correctmindset. Admittedly, he does have a bit of a negative bias towards attractivepeople. He got… bullied a lot in his younger years.

‘Bullied’ is putting it lightly, considering he has scars fromit. Not only emotional ones, but actual physical scars. That’s why he’s sotatted up, to hide the scars that were given to him. Even scars… is putting it lightlyin my opinion, since it’s not as simple as scars. It’s like… graffiti, but onthe body. The tattoos hide them, so he can be less ashamed of it.

From this, he formed a phobia of needles. The tattooing wasto help him get over it. I’m sure there’s still a bit of nervousness thatremains from needles as it highly relates to the bullying. This is something thathad such a deep impact on his life. He has a negative bias towards attractivepeople (the one who bullied him), he absolutely DETESTS bullies, and he vowedto become stronger as to not get bullied again.

He has a lot of pride in himself for how far he’s come. He’salways loved Superheroes from a very young age. It isn’t like he came to likethem after the bullying thing. Nah. He’s always loved them and he’s alwayslooked up to them. To him, heroes are such a big part of his life. Inparticular, ‘Heroman,’ whose real name is Vasco.

Taking this identity onto himself, he’s mostly called ‘Vasco’rather than ‘Euntae’ which is his real name. I’m sure the Webtoon gave him adifferent true name, but I don’t know it.

He may have a bit of a poker face, but he’s actually areally big SOFT BEAN. He’s truly a GOOD BOI tm. I absolutely adore him and Icry for him. I feel like once I re-read the series, I’ll skip the entirety ofhis past arc bc I cannot watch as my baby gets BULLIED.

Anyways, Vasco does have a prejudice against good lookingpeople, but he’s not blindly prejudiced. If he sees that they aren’t like oneof those good-looking people, he’s quite willing to befriend them. Thisis the case with the main character Hyunsuk (I think it’s Daniel in webtoon?).He thought that Hyunsuk was bullying students, and Vasco challenged him. Turnsout, he’s not a bully, and he was trying to help people.

From what I know (unless things have changed), they becamereally good friends. I think it’s somewhat of a conditioned response for him tobe initially distrustful of good-looking people due to what he went through. However,his attitude towards justice and his general ‘good boy’ nature prevents himfrom blindly hating people based on their looks. If they are good people, hewill like them.

He loves to drink strawberry milk and he’s just—so---precious. He will give milk boxes to people that he likes/approves of. Hyunsukbeing one of such people. It’s like a part of him being shy and what not.

Going back to that—HE IS VERY SHY BOI. He’s very awkward andhe’s not very confident, though he may appear that way at first. He’s confidentin his strength, that’s for sure. He’s full of confidence in himself, but onceit comes down to--- his… uh… intelligence… or social-awareness… he’s um…lacking… a bit to put it gently;;;; I will say that he’s aware of it himself. I’mnot just saying it. When asked: if you could have a wish granted, what would itbe? Paraphrasing, his answer was: “I want people to stop calling me stupid.”Which basically is a ‘I want to be smart’.

Basically, he can be a big idiot sometimes and it’s—a lil endearingto be honest. He’s also just not sure of what to do around other people. Whathe may think is fun or cool, others may not feel the same way. He’s easilyamused and very emotional. Being given a rock can have him almost shed tears. (hewas told that it was a lucky rock passed down through generations.)

He’s very dense and very gullible, essentially. He also isn’tvery aware of his own strength, so he could totally launch someone out thedoor, across the room by playing pillow fight. That’s why he’s not allowed toplay along. 8( His best friend usually tells him to join in though, much toeveryone’s horror. Not to go too far into the backstory relating to the bestfriend… this guy really serves as Vasco’s emotional support and ‘is thissocially okay? Can I do the thing? Can I join the pillow fight? If I do this,would it be cool? Is it lame if I do this?’- support.

He often asks his friend for a lot of advice on many thingsas he doesn’t know what is ‘right’ or ‘cool’. His friend is so lenient on himthough and lets him get away with a lot of stuff. Like, it makes you happy? Gofor it! I’ll support you bud! I’ll have fun with you! You want to dress up inthose blow up costumes that make you look like you’re riding on a dinosaur? Youwant our entire department to dress up as that for the school competition---?Uh… okay, I’ll get them to agree.

Get you a friend like him.

Anyways, this illustrates the fact that Vasco is very--- insecure.ESPECIALLY around girls. Most girls run in fear around him. A common thing isfor him to shed a tear once anyone runs away from him. He may look scary but heis GOOD BOI. So, he’s so tender hearted and it breaks my heart to see peoplerun from him, or assume he’s bad.

Kajika, being more open minded and accepting, would be agood influence on him. He can befriend her and learn that not all girls willrun in fear of him. OTL She has a cool and outgoing personality, so I’m sure he’dlook to her as a ‘cool person’. Don’t be surprised if he randomly comes to asklike ‘hey, is this app cool? Are a lot of people playing it?’

That being said, he’s really not too big on social media andwhat not. He just wants to have fun and have a taste of what other people aredoing to have fun. He’s not exactly a person who chases after trends orwhatever. It’s a very common thing in Korean culture to chase after trends andwhat not, but he’s not quite like that.

So, I think that Kajika would be a great influence on him.Have him learn how to be more secure in himself, and to have more confidence inhis likes. Teach him to not be so tense around girls. He doesn’t walk like arobot in front of Kajika, so that’s an improvement.

The Vday and Wday events that goes on helps reinforce the ideathat they are friends and that she’s not afraid of him. I’m honestly not reallysure what impact Vasco could have on Kajika, really. He’s relatively calm in general,but when he’s around friends, he just turns into an excitable puppy. I feellike, there isn’t really much she could gain from him, which contrasts him.

He can learn how to be more confident; he can learn how tofeel more secure about himself, and he can learn how to be more comfortablearound girls.

It’s not like you NEED to be able to gain something in yourSO, but I do think it helps in most cases. I guess if anything, they are comfortablewith each other. I personally feel their dynamic works best as friends, but Idon’t think them as a couple would be a bad idea by any means.

Vasco is a VERY LOYAL person, and I’m sure that Kajika isthe same. Both are very dedicated to their friends, and I’m pretty sure theyboth have a strong sense of justice? They share a lot of common traits, and Ithink that’s something that’s crucial for a relationship they’d share.

They don’t contrast to the point that they would touch uponeach other’s landmines, I think. I guess it would be one of those ships whereit’s bestfriends àlovers.

Did anything change at all? No. I thought something wassupposed to change? What are you going to change then? No idea. Tell me whenyou think of something.

That’s pretty much them, I think.

Though, Vasco does get a lil hung up on how things shouldbe, so I can see him trying to study up on how to be a boyfriend. Reading up onhow to be romantic or whatever. I’m sure if they did start dating, there wouldbe an odd transition period for him bc he’s trying to figure out what to do andwhat works best. Lol

If Kajika prefers him being the same ol’ Vasco, she just needsto say so, and he’d do it.

They’d be the type that wouldn’t change much in arelationship, I think. Kajika, from what I vaguely recall, is a free spirit. Idon’t think she’s very tied down to many material aspects like riches, societyranks, etc. She really loves the beauty of nature and exploring.

I honestly don’t remember that she was really very swayed bymany romantic situations. Based off the vibe I get, I think she’d be moreimpressed by sentimental things, or nature than she would anything showy. That reallywould play well into Vasco, since he doesn’t really do well with ‘showy’things. He’s more of a sentimental bean than anything, so I think he’d havethat covered.

They’d have a comfortable relationship for the most part, Ithink. Of course, I don’t know what current Vasco is like so who knows if I’mreally right anymore, lol. Still, this is based off what I last remember ofwhere I left off. So that’s my verdict based off what I remember.

I also gave the rating I did since I don’t think it’s fairfor me to give anything too high or low when I’m not caught up with the ‘Lookism’series. Kek.

Hope you enjoyed!

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighteen: Kindness ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, bullying ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

People are so quick to undervalue kindness. They see it as weakness, a useless act that just costs you in the end.

For a while...he was one of them. To be soft was to have vulnerabilities. People only respect you when you are strong. When you let nothing get to you. When you keep your face a blank mask and your heart a hard stone.

He’d been weak when he was young. Then he and his brother lost their parents...and Sasuke learned just how cruel the world could be. How cruel people could be. A huge portion of his life was...gone.

And for that...he was bullied. Teased. Terrorized. Empathy was nowhere to be found in those his age. Instead, they sensed weakness...and took advantage.

It was then Sasuke swore...never again would be be soft. Never again would he expose open wounds. From then on, despite his tender age, Sasuke became cold. Aloof. Closed off from everyone around him. Even his older brother - his hero, his savior, his last link to family so close - had trouble prying him open and seeing what lay hidden within.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Itachi...but he still shied from his aunt and cousin. If he was to avoid any and all pain - any chance of being needled - he had to maintain his new facade at all costs. To all people.

He fell into cliche after cliche. Dark clothes. Loud music. Isolated, singular hobbies. His dark, edgy persona still gave him a kind of allure, and he had to warn off girl after girl that insisted they would be the light to his shadow. Convinced they were somehow a cure for all of his problems.

Tch...shallow brats that failed to grasp his reasoning...thus, he would never relent to them. If anything...they only served to push him further away.

There was only one person he regularly tolerated...and after a while, he wasn’t even sure the reasons why anymore. Naruto was loud, obnoxious, forward, and prying. He was always trying to drag the Uchiha out and get him into all kinds of hijinks and shenanigans. Most of the time, Sasuke just found him annoying.

...but maybe a small part of him appreciated the distraction. Someone who didn’t give up.

Like he already had.

By the time high school rolls around, he’s as embroiled in his persona as ever. It gets him his fair share of mockery, especially from older students. “Edgelord” he’s called. “Emo”. “Wannabe”. As if his trauma is no longer valid after so long. As if it’s him using the deaths of his parents as a weapon...and not everyone else.

Whatever…

He doesn’t particularly care about school. He does fine in his classes, hardly giving effort but still managing good grades. It drives Naruto up the wall. Part of him can’t help but be amused.

Odds are, he could have gone through their entire high school career without incident. Their school is big enough, they could have gone four years without crossing paths.

But fate has other ideas.

“Hey!”

Eyes drawn to the shout, Sasuke glances over in the hallway after the final class of the day gives out. On the floor is a rather tiny looking freshman he doesn’t know, a binder beside her having vomited papers as it fell. And in front of her is another girl, who stands toe to toe with an upperclassman nearly twice her size. She’s short, figure hard to determine in her baggy clothes. But there’s a stubborn set to her jaw as she looks up at what he assumes is the aggressor.

Well, this ought to be interesting.

“What?”

“You did that on p-purpose!”

There’s a snicker at her stutter. “And what if I did?”

“Apologize!”

“Yeah, right. I got better things to do with my time, shorty. Outta the way, or you’ll be the next one on the floor.”

“That attitude might make you feel powerful, but in the end it will o-only dead-end you. Bullies always end up sad, alone, and regretful.”

He gives a scoff, temper clearly burning away his aloof humor. “You sure got a mouth on you for a tiny little freshie. Clearly you dunno how things work in high school. You small fries stay of my way, and I don’t have to kick your ass. Your friend didn’t heed that too well, and now she’s on the floor. And if you don’t listen, then -”

“Then what?”

Two pairs of eyes both look over, spotting a hip-cocked Sasuke, hands in his pockets. The bully gives him a once-over, and snorts. “What, you her bodyguard, asshole? Finally crawl out of Hot Topic long enough to come to school?”

“Long enough to kick your ass if you don’t leave her alone.” Sasuke gives a smirk. “Bet I won’t even chip my nail polish,” he drawls, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“You’ve gone from cheeky to plain stupid, pal.”

“I’m not your pal. And you’re not nearly as tough as you think you are. If you really get off on picking on freshmen girls and name-calling, you need to find some new hobbies.”

The upperclassman’s jaw grits. “Don’t make me beat that grin off your face.”

“Go ahead, resort to violence. Just means I get the clear to defend myself. And given I’ve got eight years of self defense training...I’m willing to bet I can have you pinned in thirty seconds flat. Or...you could shuffle your neanderthal ass down the hallway and move on with your life. Otherwise, I’ll gladly humiliate you in public if that’s what you’re into.”

Face blooming bright red with temper, he seems to weigh Sasuke’s words as if trying to decide if he’s bluffing or not. In the end, he spits on his jacket before barreling past him, a few others following close behind.

Sasuke just glares from the corner of his eyes. He needs to wash this thing, anyway.

Kneeling down, the plucky girl helps her companion gather up her papers. “I’m sorry...but at least he’s gone.”

“It’s fine…I’m used to it…”

“Well you shouldn’t have to be.”

Somber face clearly not conveying any faith in such an idea, she just hugs the binder to her chest before keeping on her way.

Left behind, the other girl watches her go, expression a mixture of disappointment and glum acceptance.

“You’ve got some nerve, demanding an apology out of someone like that.”

Pale eyes glance to him a bit coolly. “...no one should act that way. It was mean and uncalled for.”

“That’s just life,” Sasuke counters. “The big guys pick on the little guys. Questioning it usually just gets you bruised.”

“You stood up to him, didn’t you?”

“Because he was about to mop the floor with you. And because I wasn’t lying about being able to handle him. You, on the other hand, don’t look quite so capable...no offense.”

“...none taken.” She sighs. “...I just...I can’t understand an attitude like that. How can people be so...mean?”

“No idea. They just are. You either let it get to you, or you buck up and grow enough shell to ignore it.”

“There’s no third option?”

“What third option?”

“Standing up against it! I’m not about to let some jerks intimidate me into silence! No matter what anybody else does to me, or says to me...I’ll still choose kindness. I can’t let it get to me. And I’m not about to let it change me, either.”

That earns an amused snort. “Whatever you want to tell yourself.”

She looks to him openly. “...I remember you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re the one who...lost his parents. In elementary school. Sasuke…?”

Dark eyes blink in surprise. “...and?”

“...I just thought someone like you would value kindness, given what you...w-what you went through.”

“...I learned that kindness is for suckers and weaklings. I didn’t get sympathy back then. I got harassment and bullying. That’s when I learned that it’s easier to feel nothing than let people hurt you like that.”

“...if that was true...why did you step in?”

He doesn’t respond.

“If that was true, then you should have just left me to figure that out myself, right?” She loosely folds her arms, considering him. “...what you did was kind. You didn’t have to help me. You chose to. Isn’t that a bit contradictory…?”

Sasuke scowls, brow furrowing. “...tch, whatever.”

A hint of a smile lifts her lips. “...well, either way...t-thank you. Hopefully he won’t mess with her again.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.”

“That’s why I said ‘hopefully’. It might not be likely...but I’ll still hope.”

What a weird girl… “...I gotta get home.” He’s surprised Itachi hasn’t come looking for him yet to drive him. How long has he even been standing here? Ten minutes?

“...me too. Bye, Sasuke…”

“You’re not gonna tell me your name?”

“...you care?”

“Might as well.”

A moment to consider him. “...Hinata.”

“Right...well, try not to stick your nose into any more trouble, Hinata.”

She just smiles. “I can’t make any promises...but maybe you’ll lend me a hand again, right?”

“Don’t count on something you don’t know.”

Hands fold behind her back, still smiling. “...call it a gut feeling.” With that, she gives a nod before making her way down the now-empty hallway.

...weird. Him, kind? Yeah right...it was just a random inclination. Doesn’t mean anything. He’s not about to go soft. Especially for some girl he hardly knows.

...still...she remembered who he was. Wasn’t snide about it. That was...interesting.

Mulling it over a moment longer, he then just shrugs, heading toward his locker. Well, it’s not going to happen again. No sense wasting time thinking about it.

It’s not like he’ll see her again.

                                                         .oOo.

     It's late OTL      Not sure I like this too much, but...it's done. Wanted to do more, but today was long and busy so my writing window was pushed late / cut short, blegh.      Sasuke tries to be a tough guy. Hinata refuses to let the world make her hard. Maybe Sasuke's not as rigid as he seems...      Anyway...that's all out of me for tonight. Thanks for reading~

[dourpeep]

💓, 💗, 💋 for Kazuha and Aether? I'm simping hard for them. Even when I don't play aether, but my at least i'm guaranteed to have kazuha (*////▽////*)q -esther

Send an emoticon + character!

I don't write for Aether or Lumine because my brain does not have the capacity to create a whole personality for either of them OTL my apologies-

💓— What could their partner do to make their heart race?

Again, he's not really easily flustered. To make his heart race, you don't actually have to do any work because he'll think of you, how it feels to kiss your lips--and his heart will race all on it's own.

💗— Do they noticeably change once they’re in love? Is it easy to notice or just something their partner would pick up on?

It's entirely noticeable--his gaze is softer, as his mind tends to wander back to you whether you are far or right beside him. He speaks of love whether in his musings or poems, and there's warmth that's in his voice and a lift to the corners of his lips. Love is something that's rare, he knows. So he's unapologetic in showing that he's in love.

💋— What are their kisses like?

Kazuha's kisses linger, never quite ready to part but also knowing that things must come to an end. Slow, he'll lean in, carefully moving his lips against yours and relishing in the feel and sound of you. Tender, but passionate.

[chococustard]

Hi.. just out of curiosity, do you have favorite fanfic or fic rec for bnha?

first time putting this together my chrome closed and killed all of it=‘D

they’re mostly one shots since on going ones, cause of my shitty memory i can’t remember most of them otl

they’re under the cut and separated into categories//shot sorry i can’t word well;;; enjoy//shot

—- GENERAL (mostly)/ OTHERS —–

you’re a good man midoriya hizashi - deku’s dad is a lawyer and a nerd

no happy endings, just beginnings - eri getting used to civilian live and it’s the cutest fucking thing

nya means i love you in cat - IICHAKO DATE IICHAKO DATE IICHAKO DATE

sleepless - todo sleeps everywhere. that’s it

see me and you’ll know you’re sleeping - baku and todo talks at 3 am

iida tenya is best mom - that’s also it

send endeavor to the shadow realm - a whole series of roasting flaming cheeto man. also deku’s a fucking savage god bless

perfect timing  -  present mic and aizawa visits tensei at the hospital ft fuyusei. part of the author’s 12 days of christmas set, all of it is cute

a riddle to guess if you can - all might has a few words for the new number one hero

heroes’ day off - domestic shit ft tododeku, kiribaku, momojirou and tsuocha

bakugou is human - ft kiribaku

fallen heroes - villain!class 1A and others

looking glass - kidnapped and forced to join the villains as a child, deku got caught by the heroes during the usj attack, and joins their side instead

little, and broken, but still good - momo protection squad

pressure points - todoroki shoto finally became a child at 15

—- TODODEKU —-

lazy day - soft

(all I knew this morning when I woke is) green eyes and freckles and your smile - sleepy. kisses.

count your blessings, not your flaws - deku’s used to getting asked out by people as a joke. the one time it’s not, he laughed

sickeningly sweet - omegaverse au where todo is possesive and deku’s a little shit and i love him?? also  like, no relation, here ojiro’s the dominant alpha of the class and he’s just. so done. i love it

heroes, love and soulmates - what you write on your skin appear on your soulmate’s, also. soft. so soft.

conventional taste - deku won an essay contest and took todo to hero con. as cute as the tododeku stuff was i also like it just as a general fic, like, the con stuff in there i just can’t help but “i feel u”//shot and the uh, the other parts also hits to the heart

cold hands, warm heart - todo likes deku’s hands

reunion - apparently middle school reunions are a thing ft baku being not shit

sweater weather - this. just. this whole thing. i have diabetes from this

get me waken up, shaken up, tangled up - omegaverse au where todo and deku just date and it’s cute

bonded - omegaverse au drame™ also like the only omegaverse fic with all my ship as far as i know thank u op

your biggest fan - ….they buy each other’s merch- im dying, deceased

the five times shouto found his hand in izuku’s hair and the one time it happened in front of bakugou - deku’s hair floof appreciation fic

I’m yours if you’ll have me - omegaverse au where deku tries to get todo to just get a fucking clue ft bakushima 

i’ve tried every hobby, and you’re all that’s left - everyone got todo to try and find a hobby

all your little things - deku wants todo to love himself

Marry The Mole - flaming cheeto man tried to bribe his son’s bf to break up with him

petal steps - hades/persephone au

—- KIRIBAKU —- 

a whole series where kiri and baku are THAT couple

a many splendored things - anniversary fluff

anniversary - ^another one

little words - soulmate au where you’re born with the first words your soulmate directs at you

free at last - omegaverse au where kiri’s parents are assholes

angel’s kiss - FRECKLE. KISSES.

beating in time - vampire!au where some hunter thought baku’s a vampire, while it’s actually kiri, tho baku doesn’t know that either

teach me how to surf and other stuff - surfer au whee as a pro baku pretends to suck so he can get close to the cute surfing teacher

flowers speak louder than words - baku has hanahaki

crystal tears - kiri cries crystals, and he and baku learns how to do relationship

all the make up that MAC can make - kiri tries make up

nothing ever goes wrong at the mall - baku and kiri meets baku’s old middle school classmates

13 things best bros do together (+1 thing they don’t) - oblivious idiot

Next to You - sOFT

Pining and Pinning - quirkless au where guitarist baku has it bad

A Consequence of Constant Explosions - deaf baku and supportive bf kiri

white walls - kiri’s injured, baku’s worried

hold my hand until I feel whole again - kiribaku ft post raid ptsd

tuesday i was through with hoping - ^another one

after the fact - ^^again, another one

sunshine flutters - ^^^^another fucking one but it’s from baku’s perspective

something like an earthquake - another post raid hospital fic

tender loving care - another one this time ft momo

hoodies - omegaverse where baku gets possessive 

a boy & his dragon - fantasy au where kiri and baku date

Soft - omegaverse au where kiri tells baku they’re gonna have a kid

—- BAKU AND DEKU FRIENDSHIP FOCUS —-

baby steps - bakugou’s journey to be a decent human being ft. eri kiri and momo

romantic displays of a barbarian - baku openly showing his love for his wonderful bf

make a spark, break the dark - fantasy!baku went to the canon verse

there’s a space here shaped like you - ^another one

to win back your heart which was mine - ^another one but fantasy!kiri is fucking dead

bakugou’s (wikihow) guide to making friends - baku attempts to amend his friendship with deku ft kiribaku

will I ever be more than I’ve always been?  - baku trying to apologize for his shitty past. part of a series of future fic, they’re also great

—- ANGST CAUSE FUCK FEELINGS —-

white lily - midoriya izuku hates himself

scorpions and chains - hit by a quirk deku’s put to sleep, everyone else ended up seeing the past he never says

out of reach - @garbageisland-0​ ‘s nomu!deku au. it hurts 

for the future - during the sludge villain attack, baku watches deku dies right in front of his eyes, and he mourns

the stars welcome them home - on weekends students go home for the weekend, except satou, hagakure, baku, and todo

the sadness behind their eyes - as a teacher fuyumi wants none of her students to end up like her brother

this sick, strange darkness (comes creeping on, so haunting every time) - todoroki shouto is dead

so big / so small - sads but it’s todo, bday angst

Escape - the sads now ft kiri

the song of a broken past - kiri copes with his feelings with the violin, quirkless au

hit me up if you want the dirty//shot

[ficsandpieces]

Since I keep forgetting to go on anon anyway, I'll just submit requests as me. XD How about #4 for Reiji x reader, please? (Also, "RIP maracas" fanart is 100% going onto my to-doodle list, and if it ever actually gets drawn I will let you know. 😉)

Ooh, thanks in advance! \(´ ▽ `)/ 

These days whenever I open SL the first thing Rei-chan says is “I’m a master of the maracas!” I had to swap him out with Ranmaru, I felt so guilty every time he said that OTL

N*FW, nothing explicit but still considered lime I guess? (Look at what you’ve done to me, Tumblr pron ban, I’m worrying about citrus gauges now. -_-)

4: “Will you just hold still?”

Despite Reiji’s demand you squirmed, your hips bucking reflexively, your hands desperately pawing at his hair. Sighing, Reiji lifted his head. Crossing his arms on your bare thighs, he looked up at you fondly.

“I love feeling you under me, my honey, I really do,” He blew a stray lock of hair out of his eyes and leaned forwards. “But it’s a little hard for me to get a good taste of you if you keep moving like that.”

His fingers softly traced up and around the inside of the sensitive area of your thigh, his mouth following with little nips and kisses. You mewled out his name, his arms curling possessively around your legs as they moved up to frame his head. Your nails gently scraped his scalp through his hair, making him peer up at you through messy bangs.

His tongue flicked out, forcing a moan out of you as he slowly, deliberately licked between your legs.

“Will you be good for me this time, sweetheart?”

You could only plead breathlessly with him in reply with no idea what you were begging for. He chuckled, his throat moving against your skin.

“You know I can never say no to you, especially when you ask like that.”

Propping himself up, he drew himself up across the length of your body, his arms enclosing your head, drowning you in his taste and his smell. His hands curled into yours, pressing them down heavily into the bed.

“Once more from the top then.”

Reluctantly leaving your lips, he mouthed first your ear, then made his way down your neck and back up again, his lips trailing kisses and tender affections into your pulse. You arched up into him, anchored to the bed by his grip, the only things filling your mind his touch and his voice, the only word you know his name.

“So sweet,” he murmured. “Say it again for me, my darling?”

You cried out, sobbing that you loved him, you wanted him. His tongue slyly slid between your lips, stealing and swallowing your words.

“My heart, my life, my dearest and only love, I could listen to you forever. But I’ve got better things to do with you for now.“

You could barely make out his eyes, darkened with desire.

“Ready for a lesson on adulthood from Big Brother?” His tone was enough to make your legs curl up instinctively around his waist, your hips rising to meet his arousal. “I won’t take no for an answer tonight.”