#confession 1284

[vanitasnocarteconfessions]

"I feel like vanijeanne shippers have very weird picture of vanoe shippers. For example quite a lot of vanoe shippers ships also domijeanne which contradicts very popular opinion that vanoe shippers don't like Joanne. Liking Joanne or not don't have much in common with shipping vanoe. However, I noticed that some vanoe shippers kinda expect Joanne to die at some point, which is often misunderstood as vanoe shippers wanting Joanne to die so Vani would be free for Noe to take. And honestly, I have never seen a Vanoe shipper genuinely holding this opinion. Joking about it? Sure, but not being serious about it. Like no, this is not wanting Joanne to die, this is expecting Mochijun to pull the worst scenario in which everyone suffers the most. Like, let's don't forget that Vanitas will be killed by Noe at the end of the story. This is literally said at the beggining that this will ultimately be a tragic story, so the worst can be expected. And while only Vanitas fate is known at the beggining and nothing is said about what will happened to Joanne, Mochijun kinda have set the expectations, so no wonder some people expect certain vnc characters to die. But once again, expecting something to happen is not the same as wanting it to happen."

[sunfyresrider]

“maybe we should kiss ... just to know how it's like.”

Synopsis: Neteyam has been your best friend since birth, attached at each other’s hip in every sense. As time changes so do his feelings, his best friend turning into his biggest desire. What happens when time for him to confess quickly runs out? Tags: Friends to loves, fluff, nervous confessions, kissing. Word Count: 1284 Author’s Note: @inlovewithpandora baby thank you so much for requesting and I pray you enjoy this❤️❤️

Neteyam closed his eyes, relaxing his body completely as your fingers meticulously braised the few strands of his hair that had fallen loose. This was nice, he thought to himself. If he could, he would spend forever like this, alone with you in the forest away from the bustle of the clan, situated between your legs and listening to your sweet humming.

Unfortunately for Neteyam the clock was ticking, the time for you both to choose a mate quickly approaching. Ever since he could remember you’d been attached at the hip, a life without you seemed foreign, unimaginable even. If he moved you moved, always perfectly in tune with each other’s every thought. As all things go, you were just best friends at first, but feelings change with time.

At fourteen there was a change in his mind, you had grown into yourself, growing taller and sharper each year, still shorter than him though. It was the first time Neteyam truly realized you were beautiful, not just to him, but objectively so. The way your hair fell across your face when you laid on your stomach, or how your eyes crinkle when you laughed, everything about you was breathtaking.

At sixteen your relationship shifted, you had always been physically affectionate with each other but now the touches seemed more intimate. When your hands interlocked it felt like your souls were connected, like your hearts were beating as one. His hands grew rougher, yours smoother, his broad shoulders became even broader and your curves became even more pronounced. You two fit together like puzzle pieces.

At eighteen he couldn't deny that he loved you. Your beauty, your kindness, everything about you. He needed to be with you for the rest of his life. But you two were best friends, so rejection wouldn’t surprise him. However, other men were starting to notice all the things he already knew. He desperately wanted to ease into it, to feign innocence when he pried for information. But his mouth moved faster than his brain, asking you questions before he could think them through.

“Have you ever been in a relationship?” You tilted your head to the side, your yellow eyes glimmering as you gently manipulated his hair. “A relationship? Neteyam I spend all of my time with you, how could I?” He let out a breath Neteyam didn’t realize he was holding, a smile gracing his features. It was a relief you haven’t had interest in anyone yet. Of course, he would have probably noticed but you could be sneaky. “Why do you ask? Has someone caught your eye and you’re in desperate need of advice?”

Your eyebrows raise, “Ooh, who is the lucky girl? Perhaps I may know of them?” Your eyes glimmer with mischief as you lean in closer, resting your hand on his shoulder. Your touch alone made his cheeks flush a hue or purple, fingers burning marks into his skin. “You know them very well.”

The question caught him off guard, he didn’t think far enough ahead before asking. Would confessing now even be worth it? What could he possibly say that wouldn’t ruin your years of friendship and trust. Neteyam cleared his throat, awkwardly smiling to himself. “Oh no reason in particular... but I guess there’s someone I like.” He silently cringed to himself as the words fell out of his mouth.

The air between you two seemed to shift, growing tense as you sat in silence. It took all of Neteyam not to squirm under your gaze, to not spill out every secret he had ever kept from you. Your eyes bore into his, scanning his face for any hint of a clue. Your heart sunk to the pits of your stomach, a sharp ache creeping into your heart. You didn’t know he had time for another girl, let alone someone you knew. It had to be one of your closet friends, Syanan or Kiralu. Neither of them seemed to be his type, granted you’ve rarely spoken about people you’ve liked.

A part of you always thought you were both secretly in love with each other, you realize now it was delusional to think such. You pushed these feelings down for now, ignoring the subtle hurt you were not chosen. Neteyam was your best friend before anything… It was your duty to put his happiness over yours. After what felt like ages you finally spoke, “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and you’ve already gone and fallen in love… how cruel, Neteyam. To leave me behind like that, you must be heartless.” You feign defeat, placing a hand over your forehead.

Oh, he thought to himself, his confession was too vague. “Well, I mean I haven’t had my first kiss either…” he trails off, the blush on his face growing. He didn't dare look at your face, he knew that you must be staring at him with those big eyes, probably thinking he was even more childish than before. “Maybe we should kiss ... just to know how it's like.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of purple, your mouth slack as you tried to come up with a response. Kissing Neteyam? The thought of being so close to him, breathing in his scent, feeling his lips on your own made you shiver. But how would you feel after? It would only complicate things... but it was only a kiss... right? When would you ever get a chance to be so close to him again.

Neteyam was serious. His words were so sincere, like he had been pondering the idea for weeks. In truth, he had, but that's besides the point. “Do you really want to? I mean... yeah... I guess... for experience's sake... and stuff." He gulped, nodding his head and leaning forward. You followed suit, your heart pounding in your chest. Neteyam stopped just before you two made contact, his breath hot against your lips. The air between you was thick with tension, an intense pressure building up in your chest. He couldn’t do it, not like this.

“I need to tell you something,” his voice was barely above a whisper, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke. Your eyes were barely open, he was so close you could practically taste his breath. “Yeah?” Neteyam leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. “I’m in love with you,” he murmured against your lips, wrapping his arms around your face as he pressed his lips against yours before you could react.

Your eyes widened as you processed his confession, your heart exploding in your chest as he kissed you. It was all too much, a jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling inside of you. But there was one clear thought, one that drowned out all the rest. You were in love with him too.

You returned the kiss with the same passion he had, your hands finding their way into his hair. Your lips awkwardly fumbled against each other at first, but it wasn't long before you found a rhythm, your tongues dancing together. His taste was intoxicating, better than anything you could have imagined.

His lips were so soft and sweet, they tasted like the fruit he had eaten earlier. You felt his hands move to your back, pulling you closer. The kiss was filled with desperation, both of you trying to make up for the years you had wasted dancing around each other. Neteyam's hands slowly slid up your back, making their way to the nape of your neck.

You broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to catch your breath. Neteyam stared at you, his eyes filled with desire.“Can we do that again?"

[c4ram1a]

20.04.24

breakfast - apple pancakes (504 cals)

lunch - some apples and olives (180 cals)

dinner - soup and bread (600 cals)

net cals: 1284 - 1227 = 57 cals - those that i purged

i purged dinner so that's great. i had to eat cuz my mum was at home. ran for 2 hours today and burned 1,227 cals ♡ studied for 8 hrs today to distract myself (plus drank diet coke and smoked lmao)

tomorrow i am going to the gym in the morning and then i won't eat breakfast or dinner cuz my sister & i are going to my cousins birthday party and there WILL be cake. also going back to campus in the evening. i need to meet up with J and talk to him about our little situation.

(J is probs too good for me and i just know that he would be happy with A who likes him. she deleted the confession message when i didn't read it after like 2 hrs. so she thinks that i don't know. i hate that i want him to like me even though i will get bored after a while. she could have had him if she were faster. she thinks that i throw myself at guys - that's not fucking true. i just make it kinda obvious that i like them and they usually make the first move after that. so what if i like being physical with men. it's not my problem that she is too shy or too scared to do anything about the fact that she likes someone. why is she blaming me.)

[ywpd-translations]

Fic rec! (part 1)

Here are some of the fanfics I have bookmarked on my AO3! I have a few more, so I'll do a part 2 of this soon enough. All of these fics are amazing, so please go read them and show the author some love!

If you have fics to recommend please share them!!

Under read more because it got long~

Makishima/Toudou (TouMaki)

Yowamushi Pedal Three Sentence Fics by mikkimouse (Toudou/Makishima / Fluff / 1282 words /Teen and Up audience. It's a collection a lovely short stories!)

Hanging on the Line by Jaela (Toudou/Makishima / 2026 words / Fake relationship / general audiences)

five times they didn’t kiss and one time they did by Yellow (Makishima/Toudou / 4003 words / 5 times / general audiences)

Aoyagi/Kaburagi (AoKabu)

reminisce by foodandfandom (Aoyagi/Kaburagi / 1253 words / general audiences /Kabu has a crush but of course he's oblivious about it /beautiful beautiful fic, I love it with all my heart)

Imaizumi/Naruko (ImaNaru)

on the west mezzanine by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 3743 words / Teen and up audience / literally one of my fave Imanaru ever!!)

your hands on my cheeks (your shoulder in my mouth) by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 6115 words / Explicit / basically the nsfw version of the previous one! Just as amazing)

Your Eyes by Allen_Nara (Imaizumi/Naruko / 4018 words / fluff, kissing, touching / Mature)

Butterflies by LadyMarshmallow (Imaizumi/Naruko / 1326 words / fluff, mostly Imaizumi's thoughts / not rated)

Manami/Onoda (SanSaka)

I can still use it by sky_prince (Manami/Onoda / 3913 words / general audiences / so so beautiful, this author really has a way with words)

Kinjou/Arakita (KinAra)

ready to start by joestars for phantomdoodler (Arakita/Kinjou / 3047 words / Fluff / General audiences)

do you want to be with somebody like me? by joestars (Arakita/Kinjou /3082 words /domestic fluff, getting together / Mature / god i absolutely adore this!)

third time's the charm by kinjoy (Arakita/Kinjou / 2115 words /Fluff, first kiss / general audiences)

time to go home by softintelligence (Arakita/Kinjou / 4165 words / magical realism /teen and up audiences)

Danchiku/Kaburagi

Trial Run by GingerCinnamon (Danchiku/Kaburagi / 1749 words / love confessions / general audiences /absolutely adorable)

Urakubo/Niwazuma (NiwaUra)

a beginning colored blue by championhestu (Urakubo/Niwazuma / 1284 words / general audiences / literally my favourite thing ever basically the only fic about them I haven't written myself i own this author my eternal gratitude)

Ishigaki/Midosuji (IshiMido)

Dragonfly Circle by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 11808 words / Explicit / it's been so long since i've read this one but i remember i adored it)

A Night, Your Night by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 7356 words / love confessions, angst / mature)

Arakita/Makishima (MakiAra)

One Hell of a Declaration, Darling by hostilovi (Arakita/Makishima / 9834 words / pining, future fic / teen and up audiences)

Machimiya/Ibitani (IbiMiya)

It's really something by HapaxLegomenon (Machimiya/Ibitani / 1543 words / mutual pining, love confessions / teen and up audiences / a very old one i haven't read in a long while but i remember i loved it)

Onoda/Imaizumi/Naruko

and it's all in my head but– by risquetendencies (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 11792 words / getting together, feeling realization / teen and up audiences / absolutely showstopping, perfect)

Applied Research by rascals (lordlings) (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 17696 words / fluff, confessions / general audiences / again, showstopping)

Midosuji/Onoda (MidoSaka)

A Cast Shadow by Anonymous (Onoda/Midosuji / 55899 words / angst, slow burn, fluff / teen and up audiences / oh god this was so beautiful i need to reread it)

Manami/Teshima (ManaTe)

One More by Anonymous (Manami/Teshima / 45712 words / getting together, banter, flirting / Explicit / i love this fic more than i love myself okay? It's not finished but it doesn't matter it's still worth reading it, literally amazing)

Various Ships

The many meanings of rival by zephsomething (Makishima/Toudou, Imaizumi/Naruko, Onoda/Manami / 1594 words / general audiences)

[gryffinclaw-imagines]

Remus Lupin x Reader - A snowy escape

Character: Remus Lupin

Reader: Fem!Reader

Word count: 1284

Requested: No, but feel free to request a fic:))

Summary: That bloody potions essay has you stumped! So much so, that Remus has offered to spend his Saturday helping you with it instead of going to Hogsmeade. Which, in itself, isn’t all that bad...

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff

A/n: Can you tell I love everything snow and wintery by this???

PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)

"I guess I just can’t see why it makes a difference...” You confessed, your nose buried deep within the pages of your potions book. “Well, lacewing flies make the potion a lot more powerful.” Remus replied calmly, his patience astounding you. You would’ve given up on yourself if you were in his position. 

“Ugh... Christmas break can’t come soon enough!” You exclaimed, closing the book. A silence fell upon you for a moment, and you noticed just how empty the library was. Everyone was at Hogsmeade, enjoying themselves, drinking hot chocolate, maybe even enjoying a hot meal at The Three Broomsticks. “Thank you for helping me, Rem.” You looked him in the eyes, trying to convey just how grateful you were. “No problem, Y/n. I’ll always help you if you need it.” The boy gave you a sincere look, making you blush (just a tiny bit), before grabbing a book from the table. 

“Here,” he handed it to you, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. “Chapter 17.” You opened the book, but the words seemed unreadable, your mind somewhere else. You felt childish for getting so caught up on a single touch, but you couldn’t help it. Since fourth year, this boy had been making your stomach flutter with excitement. The simplest things could set it off, and you were quite tired of it by now, if you had to be honest. You were not tired of Remus, you could never be. However, you were tired of longing, tired of staring at him for too long, and tired of your expectations. You’d liked him since fourth year, and now, two years later, you figured it was too late. If he liked you too, surely something would’ve happened by now.

“Lacewing flies not only give the potion its significant shimmer, but they also increase the potion’s effect by 72%, as opposed to the cheaper replacement; rosewing beetles.” You read, finally able to concentrate. “That’s a good point to add,” Remus nodded, pushing your essay towards you. It was almost done, but you didn’t feel confident about it. “I’ll write it down, then.” You reached for the ink, sighing. 

“What’s wrong?” Remus asked, his brows arching. “I just feel bad for making you stay here with me...” You confessed, writing a phrase on your parchment. “Hey, you didn’t make me do anything. I chose to help you myself.” He took your hand, making you look at him.

“If you ask me,” he continued. “It’s 100% worth-” “LOOK!” You exclaimed loudly, pointing at the window behind him, earning you a somewhat aggressive shush from Madam Pince. “It’s snowing!” You whispered, smiling brightly at the boy in front of you. “We need to go outside! Get your coat!”

“But what about your essay?” He asked while you were already putting everything away. “It’s fine! It’s almost done anyways. Get your coat, Rem, we’ll meet in the courtyard!” And off you were, parchment in hand, running off to your common room to get your coat. You were too excited to notice his wholesome smile and corresponding blush as he watched you run off.

***

The sharp cold hit you as soon as you stepped outside, making your cheeks glow as you buried your chin further into your scarf. The courtyard was dead silent, and it seemed abandoned, making it look magical in a non-wizard way. You strolled over to the fountain and let your fingers run over the light coat of frost on the ice cold stone, before sitting down on its ledge. The calm seemed to hit you in a way nothing else could, potion’s essay forgotten. You’d definitely made the right choice to abandon your homework and enjoy the snow. It was one of your favourite things. Winter with snow. Winter without snow was just plain gray. Boring. Winter with snow, however, awakened a feeling in you like no other. It felt special as it always seemed to bring an opportunity for making memories. The nostalgic feeling reminded you of your childhood, playing in the snow with your family, building snowmen, drinking hot cocoa after a long day outside, the feeling of warmth coming back to your fingers once you held a warm mug in your hands a vivid memory. You toyed with the end of your scarf, deep in thought. Not for long however, as something cold and soft hit your shoulder, making you shriek in surprise before turning around.

“Remus, I’ll get you back for that!” You yelled as you saw who’d thrown the snowball. “Oi, everything’s fair in snow and war!” He replied, already taking cover behind a bush. You laughed before gathering a great amount of snow in your hands and throwing it at him, missing by a few inches. “Was that the best you’ve got?” He teased before throwing another snowball, also missing. “Well, you’re not that good yourself!” You answered as you turned to watch where the ball would land. “Rule number one,” Remus began, making you turn back around. “Always have a tactic.” He stated smugly while throwing another snowball, hitting you smack on the left shoulder.

“Ok, that’s it!” You let out before charging at the bush where Remus had taken cover, making him flee from his hiding place. He was fast. A little faster than you, always a couple steps ahead, leading the two of you out of the courtyard and a little of the way towards the great lake. You had to think of a plan. This wouldn’t go well for you if your plan depended on catching up to him somehow. So you came up with another idea as you spotted a giant soft pile of snow, practically calling your name. You ran over to it, calling out for Remus.

“Ouch, Rem! I think I sprained my ankle!” The words made him stop running to come help you out, exactly as you’d hoped. “Which one? Let me see… Can you walk?” He sounded genuinely worried, and for a second you felt bad for tricking him, but your mischievous side got the better of you. “Yea, it’s right here…” You pretended to bend down a bit before grabbing his coat and pulling him down with you, right into the pile of snow.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, followed up by laughter. “You cheat!” He turned to look at you, and you couldn’t help but taking a split-second to take him in. Pink cheeks and nose, golden curls peeking out from underneath his knit beanie, a couple of snowflakes stuck in his hair. “Everything’s fair in snow and war.” You replied, shrugging the best to your abilities while lying down. He let out a warm chuckle before sitting up and looking towards the lake, gesturing for you to do the same.

The view was simply stunning. A snowy landscape like you’d never seen it before… or rather, like you’d never noticed it before. The sun was beginning to set, shining down onto the untouched snow through a hole in the clouds. It glittered and glimmered, once again reminding you of that wintery magic you’d felt a whisp of earlier. It was as if nature had conjured up the glittering snow, just for the sake of it. Just for you. It was mesmerising.

“My mum used to tell me that the glittery snow was fairy dust.” Remus suddenly confessed in a soft whisper as if not to disturb the beauty. “It sort of is, don’t you think?” You replied, happy that he saw the magic too. “Yea.” He simply agreed, enjoying the view just as you, readjusting his position to be closer to you.

Neither one of you mentioned the way his pinky lay on top of yours, curling around it softly.

[eventinelysplayground]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

This is an ongoing Masterlist for all of the Ikevamp fanfiction I do. Some stories feature more than one character but if the main focus is specific it will be listed under that character. If there is not a clear focus on one character I will put it under multiple characters. This list goes by alphabetical order for characters and post date for stories. Image credits/belongs to Cybird. Last updated July 20, 2024.

50 Follower Event

Shattered WC 1929 Comte & Arthur

To be completed WC ?? Vincent & Leonardo

Multiple Characters

A Scolding

A Winter Storm WC 3418

Another Talking To WC 490

Strawberries WC 300

Arthur

Led Away WC 1862

How Old? WC 570

Charles

Comte

A Talking To WC 560

A Plan WC 1045

Dazai

Faust

Long Nights (NSFW) WC 1183

His Strength WC 390

A Dance of Colors WC 1305

Isaac

Astronomy Lesson WC 1215

Anatomy Lesson (NSFW) WC 1796

Jean

Old Acquaintances WC 1284

Christmas Morning WC 902

Happy Birthday Jean WC 718

Loved WC 2370

Leonardo

Confession before a Storm- A Winter Storm Prequel. WC 1257

An Emotional Maelstrom- His pov for A Winter Storm. WC 2748

A Little Nudge (NSFW ) WC 3635

Near Eternity- A Little Nudge epilogue (NSFW) WC 2065

Birthday Surprise WC 900

Speechless- Pt 2 of Birthday Surprise WC 1268

Mozart

Hot Chocolate WC 330

Modern Music WC 250

Napoleon

Sebastian

Shakespeare

Merry Christmas my Juliet WC 1394

Theo

Broken Promises WC 1690

The Middle of the Night (NSFW) WC 1485

Nice To Meet You King WC 1984

Renewed (NSFW) WC 1575

A Birthday Drink WC 1034

Vincent

Have You Always WC 950

Vlad

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

This is also available on AO3

Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer. 

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.  

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of  Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of  Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

tags @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

[anonymousfoz]

Old character introduction (Trans French Knight)

Note: This was for a manga project that I pulled out of due to poor leadership, So I haven't done anything to this character since then.

Backstory

Born in September 1284, Johann Violette was the fifth child of a noble family with seven other siblings. After she had turned 5 she had only 4 siblings left. She was different from the others due to her desire to fight in battles like Joan of Arc. She and her peasant friend Amiles often played and pretended to go on crusades. For whatever reason crows tended to follow the young child. Her parents and siblings were scared of her due to this. But Amiles never was. Amiles didn’t mind the crows and befriended them. Thus the crows never attacked the children who were nice to them. But that's another story for a different day. After their first meet the two quickly became friends and eventually shared their dreams.  The two of them took an oath to become knights, vowing that they would become honorable knights. Unfortunately, when they were ten, Amiles was accused of stealing a ring that Johann had given to him, but Johann's father did not see it that way. Amiles was then killed by her father, with her and Amiles family as witnesses.  Amiles lifeless body scared her. The sound of Amiles’ mother sobbing at the death of her child and The angry caws coming from the crows was all too much for the young Johann to handle. She couldn't believe her father, that tyrant. She no longer wanted to be a part of his family. Then she ran away to get rid of everything that reminded her of him, including her identity.  She became Amis Corbin, a male commerner. And into the night she disappeared. Never to return again. The years following were nothing much to Amis. He did jobs. Learned to fend for himself. Befriend and watch after the murder of crows that always followed. Nothing much. Eventually he was given the chance to learn sword fighting and to become a knight at 16. It was Jacques de Molay who offered it to him. The head of the templar knights. Amis said yes without a second thought. He knew this was always what he wanted. The training was hard but on his birthday in 1306 he became an official knight.  Helping the good citizens of Paris and spreading christianity around. Life was great. Until Friday, October 13th, 1307. He was arrested with other French templars. What he would come to learn was that King Philip IV was behind this. Amis was tortured until he and other knights confessed to false things. For 7 more years Amis was behind bars as his fellow knights were burnt alive. During those 7 years he thought of his former life. Imaging being in the crusades with Amiles instead of a cell. He would later confess the truth to one of his captors. He asked what happened to his family only to find out they died a week after he ran. His father got too cruel with the peasants and one burned the house down with the family inside. For 3 more years he would be stuck but talking with the captor until March 18th, 1314. The day when he and his master were put to death. He saw the crows for the last time. They did not make any noise. But watched Amis and Jacques being tied up on the wooden pole. The crows had normally circled the knights and waited till they were no longer alive to start eating. But now the crows were still and silent. They could only watch as Amis was being burnt alive. All Amis thought about before being burnt alive was how he could have changed life for the better. He disgraced his family, his mentor and his oath. With his final moments he sunk his head low in shame before being burnt to death.

But then Amis woke up in a new strange place. To the sounds of birds. Specifically crows.  Still in his crusader armor with his sword and shield. A few crows he raised were with him asleep in his head.  He was alive? Did God do this?  Confused, he wandered to this new place. For he was given a second chance and he wasn’t going to waste it. He came across a settlement and that was where his new journey began. 

Johann/Amis’s Information

Age: 28 (born 1285 died 1314) Height: 180.34 cm (5’11 in) nationality: French From what time period: 1000s - 1300  (crusades) 

Nephthys Info (Companion)

Crow type - Hooded crow Age - 10 Female Omnivore will eat insects, grains and any meat. known to snack on dead enemies. always sits on Amis' shoulder. 

[unendingwanderlust]

KINKTOBER DAY 23: DEEPTHROATING  ||  KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

TITLE: On The Last Night RATING: E WARNINGS: None. RELATIONSHIPS: Bard/Legolas WORD COUNT: 1284

SUMMARY: After the Battle of Five Armies, Legolas has decided to travel north. However, before he leaves, he has a confession to make…

READ ON AO3

[ao3feed-hawks]

I want your love. (and I want your revenge.)

I want your love. (And I want your revenge.) by rambutancow

( AU where hawks legit has to kill twice, it was not a backup plan. ) Drunken hawks calls Dabi over. He attempts to push him to the bed. But Dabi refuses. He was a villain but he was not going to pounce on a drunk man. At the end of the night, Hawks soaks up Dabi's shirt with tears.

“Is that so?” The villain asked with a grin. Hawks could just give a faint nod. Dabi leaned over to Hawks’ face. He combed Keigo's golden bangs away from his round face to admire the hero's dazed hazel eyes. Should he take advantage of this moment? It's not like the birdie is going to remember any of this anyways.

Words: 1284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Bittersweet, Angst, Fluff, Drinking, Drunken Confessions, Attempted Sex, Not Beta Read, Takami Keigo | Hawks Needs a Hug, au where hawks legit has to kill twice, Crying, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, literally only two people in this, Emotional Manipulation, Sort Of, Alcohol, tags is hell, Manipulative Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Song: Bad Romance (Lady Gaga)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48763987

[sero-pairo]

Close Friends

by erothoughtheheart

Sero thought the way Todoroki and him were was normal. He thought that was just the way close friends were. Or at least that's what he told himself.

Words: 1284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/wGB7KxJ

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

Close Friends

Close Friends by erothoughtheheart

Sero thought the way Todoroki and him were was normal. He thought that was just the way close friends were. Or at least that's what he told himself.

Words: 1284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44019688

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“The one thing that I don't understand about the Lolirock fandom sometimes is how everyone is redeemable until they don't like someone. Evil twins, who are henchman and try to ruin everyone's lives on a daily basis? Sure! Let's redeem them and hook them up with someone! Missy, the spoiled rich mean girl who antagonizes Iris and her friends for no reason other than that she can? FINE! Let's give her redemption anyways! 

Kyle, who wasn't even evil nor mean, and his worst trait was being bland and a former "nice guy" who only didn't take no for an answer ONCE? NAH! Let's forget ALL about him and kill him with fire! He’s TRASH! It's not like he can just apologize and GET personailty through development somehow. THAT'S COMPLETELY OFF THE TABLE! Geez 🙄”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I have no problem with the fandom disliking Chloe. But when I see people calling her a psycho, a bitch, Donald Trump, and saying she deserves to die and that her mom left her because of her personality?? That’s going to far. She’s 13/14 for Christ’s sake!!!” 

[barbie-movie-confessions]

#1284: "I love Erika x Dominic I find their song together to be actually very deep for a kid's movie. When I was younger it made me realize that that's how love should be: we shouldn't "have" to change people to adapt them to us or try to 'fix them' to our liking. If the other person/people know you well enough, even a look in the eye can tell everything that needs to be understood. I'm bi also because of them. When I was a child I was star struck by their character and chemistry together. Growing up I understood that they simply had characteristics that I look for in real people too and that was also part of the reason why I must have liked them so much in those years."

[windwheeler-aster]

for warmth

summary: after a stupid dare, you and itto are now stuck in a small cave waiting out this stupid snowstorm. just as you’re about to try and walk into the storm, itto suggests an... odd idea.

masterlist | advent calender

pairing: arataki itto x reader

reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is not traveler

word count: 1284 words

genre: romance, comfort, confession, friends to lovers

format: one shot

warnings: mentions of hypothermia, severe cold, warms cheeks and nose, butterflies in stomach metaphor, 

a/n: AHHHHH, i love him SO MUCH!!! this peice was so natural and made me smile so much while writing it!! enjoy the lovely gif by hheartfilia while we wait for a stand-alone character silhouette!! anyway, enjoy!!💖 

The wind wailed as it blew the snow past the mouth of the cave. It was cold in the cave, causing you to rub your forearms up and down as you sat on the natural stone floor. Every end of your body from your fingertips to your tips toes was numb. And whenever you pressed your fingertips to your skin, it was like the cold of winter was personally touching you.

It was safe to say that being stuck in a cave, during a snowstorm, with Arataki Itto is a less than desirable situation for you.

 “I mean, it’s not that bad,” He went on, “at least you’re stuck with me, the-

“One and oni,” You finish for him, peering even harder out to the storm.

Itto chuckled. “Yeah, you get it.”

You turn slightly more away from him, not really appreciating his upbeat attitude right now.

Your mutual friends decided it would be amusing to play a few rounds of truth or dare, even encouraging Itto to the extremes. Of course, it escalated to daring Itto to go out to this stupid cave as a storm was rolling in. You decided that was it and quickly called the game off. However, Itto was quick to slip away as you began to scold your friends. You were lucky enough to catch up to him, honestly. 

Itto cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I got us stuck here. I know you probably had other plans instead of being stuck here with me.”

You looked over your shoulder and are pleasantly surprised that Itto was genuine with his apology. He was scratching the back of his neck and had his gaze lowered. But when he noticed you turning more to him, Itto’s eyes met yours. They were so orange that they were almost red, really selling the fact that he was a fearsome Oni. 

“It’s fine,” You respond instinctively, then you shake your head. “Well, no, it’s not actually fine. None of this is fine, like at all. I’m stuck atop a mountain with you and there’s no sign of hope or any chance that we’ll make it out alive-”

“Hey,” The change in Itto’s voice stops you from rambling more. “I know that this is all really scary, but I promise that we’ll get out of here safely. It’s just going to take a while, okay?”

“Okay,”

Itto’s demeanor relaxes in an instant and he smiles at you. It makes your stomach flip and you quickly turn away before the heat on your cheeks and ears becomes unbearable. Why does he have to do this to you? And why now of all times?

The wind wails a little louder as you turn your whole focus on it. A gust of wind sends some of the snow at you, peppering you with a cold and stinging feeling all over your face. As you wipe your face, not too surprised that the snow has already melted, you hear Itto grumble.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning around once again.

“‘Nothing,” Itto’s arms crossed over his chest, “Just a little cold.”

Only now did it occur to you that Itto must be freezing. Unlike you who was dressed in a warm coat, Itto was practically half naked as he always was. Itto’s coat wasn’t going to help him either, since it was more for aesthetic reasons rather than comfort.

“Shit, Itto,” You move from the mouth of the cave to him, “I completely forgot about you while I was in my own little world. Do you want my coat?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” He quickly says. “I’ll be fine, really. Onis are supposed to be really tough, y’know.”

He almost shrunk under the dubious look you gave him. “I’m not going to just let you get a cold, or worse, hypothermia. Unless you have a better idea, I’m giving you my coat.”

Itto looked up at you, and then looked away as his cheeks and nose became a rosy color. They seemed to brighten in color when you tried to make eye contact with him again, but Itto only turned his head the other way. 

“Well, I do have this one idea,” He began, “But it’s stupid.”

“Itto, I have known you long enough to know that some of your ‘stupid’ ideas are genius. Just tell me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m very sure.”

Itto turned his head the other way completely. “We could cuddle, y’know, for warmth. Or something.”

Nothing could have prepared you for what he said. You stood there, now slowly losing your grasp on the wall as shock consumed you. Your cheeks felt so hot and the butterflies in your stomach tickled. Quickly, you regained your footing and managed to casually lean against the wall again.

“I was right, it was stupid, I’m sorry,” Itto quickly said, not even giving you another second to answer. “I should have never suggested it, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You let out a long sigh and slid down the wall, now sitting next to this silly Oni. It was odd seeing Itto so nervous and hesitant. Normally he’d be smiling like an idiot and making some vain comment that would barely earn a laugh from you. Was there something more than Itto let on? Perhaps you had finally cracked into Itto’s soft side.

“So, do you just, like, hug?” You ask, spreading your arms into a wide ‘u’.

“What?” He whispered. Itto looked back over to you and scrunched his eyebrows at your arms. “What are you talking about?”

“Cuddling?”

“Do you not know how to cuddle?” A teasing smile formed on Itto’s lips. 

“Of course I do!” You reply.

Itto laughed and moved a little closer to you. “Really?”

“Yeah! You just,” With your arms, you try to hug Itto’s chest and barely manage to do so, “do this.”

Another laugh from him. “That’s adorable, and a good attempt for what is clearly your first time cuddling.”

“Well, since you know so much about this apparently, why don’t you just show me?”

“Are-”

“Yes, Itto! I’m very sure!”

Itto smiled and hesitantly grabbed your hands. He guided you to sit in between his legs, the blush returning to his face once you’ve settled. Slowly, Itto puts his arms around your shoulders so he can hold onto you steadily. He moved his legs to be closer to your’s, and then finally let out a breath.

“‘You comfortable?”

You barely manage to grunt out an agreement, but you do. 

Your cheeks and ears felt like they were on fire now for sure. You were worried that with one touch to your face, Itto would quickly discover that you were much warmer than he predicted. And those butterflies from earlier? They flew and flew around your stomach and up your body until they managed to lodge your throat.

Itto gently placed his chin on top of your shoulder and closed his eyes. “You’re so warm,”

“Oh? Really?” You squeaked out.

“Yeah,” Itto moved close to your neck. “It’s nice.”

“Itto, I’ve, uh, got to tell you something,” You whisper, immediately regretting speaking. “Before this continues, you need to know something.”

“Alright, spill,” Itto murmured into your neck.

“I really like you,” You blurt out quickly.

“Like as a friend?”

“If I liked you as a friend, do you think I would need to say it-”

“Alright, alright! I hear you loud and clear, sweetie,” Itto groans. “I like you too, don’t worry about it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and right now,” Itto yawned, “I need to get some rest. We can continue this conversation later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” You reply. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Itto pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder. “Sweetie.” 

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