#conversations • a little unpredictable i confess.

[libbystcwart]

Mr. Bardales, thank you for letting me have the opportunity to work for you. I know I've only just started, but I'm excited for all of the projects we have already on deck. I just wanted to ask about something really quickly - should we bring our own mug for the coffee pot or is it a communal thing where we can all share? @rafaelcb

[eelnoise]

with hearts aligned (nsfw!)

zoro x fem!reader this fic's followup btw. takes place between fishman island and PH (yes there's lore!! 🙄! and yes zoro did keep all that shit bottled up for a bit!!) cw: confessions of love, somewhat troubled zoro, not-so-awkward first times (our boy is intuitive okay ?!), piv sex, fingering, cute stuff idk an: okay i know this took a long time but i re-wrote this like 5 times and accidently got hyperfixated on ffxiv and generally needed a break from writing BUT WE ARE BACK BABY !!! wc: 3.4k tagging @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @sleepymarimo @willowbelle @nina-ya

The clinking of cutlery upon plates and chatter among friends fills the small island tavern with animated joy and serene relief. Brook plays the violin somewhere to the left side of the room, though the eager blathering of the crew drowns out the more finer notes and melodies played. 

A well-deserved interruption and a welcome change from the unpredictable nature of the past few day’s events – though for Zoro, it’s a distraction that’s come to an end. Despite the crew being whole again, he still feels a hollowness within – something no amount of eating or drinking or fighting can fill.

And it’s entirely his fault.

You sit across the table from him, sipping at a near-empty glass of wine and discussing something inaudibly with Usopp. He can’t quite read your expression from where he’s seated, but you look interested enough in the conversation. 

And if it’s obvious to himself that he’s keeping you at arm’s length, it’s clear to anyone with a working conscience that he’s doing his utmost to avoid you. The many longing gazes from his peripheral do not go unnoticed, but he dares not to look – for the hurt in your eyes would crush him and sear and stain into his soul.  A far-flung difference from the camaraderie that came before all of this, when the two of you were rarely found an inch too far apart from one another – and now Zoro can’t even look you in the eye. After his many imagined intimate rendezvous,how could he?

With you distracted, he lets his eye wander across your face, to the length of your arm, down to the glass pinched between your fingers – but it comes to rest upon your lips. He watches, transfixed on the flight peek of your tongue behind your teeth when you speak, how your lips twist with each syllable, how they purse when you’re in thought, and the way they stretch across your cheeks when you smile.

Zoro’s throat tightens, a sharp dagger of guilt carving into his chest. He forces his stare to the table, the tiniest sliver of your form still lingering in the corner of his vision. You’ve journeyed this far, fought, bled, and laughed together. And now, for once, he’s unable to find the words to say.

The weight of his inaction bears down on him, leaving him listless. The only respite he’s found is in the distraction of a battle, a thudding, a clash, steel ringing against steel. In those moments, he’s alive, he’s focused, and the words that plague his every waking thought cease to exist. But without the battle, Zoro is left with nothing but the echoes of unspoken desires.

His hand trembles, gripping his mug of ale as he brings it to his lips. The bitterness of the brew does little to quell the fire in his chest. He’s a swordsman, a pirate – not a poet, bard, or a man of words. It’s a mess of feelings. Lust, want, longing, love, all these indescribable sensations that only serve to make Zoro feel weak and helpless and vulnerable when faced with them. He feels like a coward, daring never to speak to you again, never to confess his feelings, and never pulling you into his arms and kissing you senseless.

Zoro’s eye meets yours for one singular fleeting moment, the intensity of the connection making his heart race. He knows he can’t keep up this charade, this dance of avoidance – but how does one even confess to these feelings? How does one bridge the gap between comrade and lover? He scratches his chin, trying to come up with a solution, but all he can think of is a single, frustrating fact: he can’t keep running.

Whether it’s every empty bottle he’s seen the bottom of tonight, the last of his resolve wearing thin, or just the sheer guilt of it all that drives him suddenly to his feet, he isn’t sure. Inhaling one of the deepest breaths he’s ever taken, he silently trudges around the table to where you’re seated.

At first, he hovers awkwardly so as to not interrupt the conversation you’re having. Both hands come to rest at either side of the back of your chair and he can feel his pulse through his fingertips on the wood – and when you tilt your head up to look at him, a curious smile twitching at the edges of your cheeks, he cracks.

Zoro clears his throat and forces his gaze. “I need to talk to you for a sec.”

His voice is hoarse as he asks, and he hopes you can’t hear the nerves that lie beneath his words. Surprised by how much he’s sweating and how his heart races against his ribcage, he swallows to regain some semblance of composure.

“It’s important,” he adds, trying not to stumble over his thoughts. It’s a pitiful excuse, but all that comes to mind amidst the maelstrom of emotion in his head.

“Oh, yeah – of course!” You reply with raised brows and begin to stand. Zoro allows you the room to move, taking a step back from the table. “Sorry, Usopp,” you say as you turn and give him a weak shrug, “Remind me where we left off later?”

“No prob!” The sniper shoots a thumbs-up and the two of you exchange a wave before you turn to follow Zoro away from the lively table and out of the tavern.

Zoro leads you to a quiet spot by the docks nearby, where the salty scent of the sea mingles with the faint tang of fish and the distant hum of the island. He can’t bring himself to look at you, electing instead to focus on the water and the twinkling reflection of the night sky in the soft waves.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly, taking a few steps toward him and assuredly taking note of his hesitance. “What’s up?”

“I missed you,” Zoro replies, fixated on the sigh of the shifting tides lapping at the wooden posts below. “A lot.”

“I missed you too, Zoro, but what’s so urgent?” The concern in your tone is apparent and caring, and normally works to soothe him when his mind runs rampant – but this moment, this situation he finds himself in, it does the opposite.

“No,” Zoro shakes his head, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I missed you - differently from the others.”

“Differently?”

Zoro’s jaw clenches, and part of him wants to jump into the ocean and swim as far away from the island as his arms will take him. The honest admission hangs heavy on his tongue, the weight of the years of denial suddenly threatening to push it out. He pauses, opens and closes his mouth a few times, then finally, with a shaky exhale, he looks you straight in the face.

“I love you.”

The admission hangs between you, the weight of years of suppression. Zoro shifts his weight from one foot to the other, twinges of regret creeping up the nape of his neck.  It takes you a moment to reply, and considering the nature of the confession, it's reasonable. Zoro's nerves feel like hot coals beneath his skin as he watches your face for any sign of an answer.

“...for real?” Your gentle response fills his entire being with a wistful spark of hope.

Zoro's fingers curl into fists. "Yes, for real," he confirms, still not looking up. His heart thuds painfully in his chest, a heavy, leaden weight. All his hopes and fears rest on the outcome of this conversation. He's unsure if he could handle rejection, but he can't go back to the pretense any longer. Zoro swallows, tasting bile at the back of his throat. "I should've told you before now, but I... I'm an idiot.” He lets out a humorless laugh, his voice quiet.

He isn’t sure when you move, but a smaller, softer hand wraps around his – and in an instant, he feels himself relax into your touch. Zoro relaxes his grip, allowing your fingers to entwine with his.

He snaps his gaze towards you, his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears. You peer at him, a sweet, crooked smile on your lips and a blush across your face. And when your free hand finds purchase on his cheek, Zoro finds himself leaning in. 

You meet him halfway in a genuine, tender kiss that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through him. Zoro's arms wrap around you and pull you close. The world around falls away as you both delight in the embrace. The kiss is gentle, delicate, and filled with longing. It floods him with an unexpected warmth – and for once, he can't think of the past or the future. He's simply lost in the present moment.

When you finally pull away, Zoro can't help but lean into your palm on his cheek with a bit of a dazed smile on his face. Holding onto your hand, his other hand slowly moves to cup your cheek in return. His heart is pounding, his mind a blank slate tinged with overwhelming happiness. He's lost in your gaze, unable to speak, but he doesn't need to. The moment says everything.

"Do you know how much I missed you?" you murmur, lips ghosting his and thumb trailing upward to gently trace the lower half of the scar that now covers his right eye. "How often I thought of you?"

And then you say it - the words he's only imagined hearing you speak.

"I love you, too.”

Zoro's chest tightens, a lump forming in his throat as he meets your gaze, his heart swelling. Words fail him, the raw emotion in his gut silences his voice.  A slow smile spreads across his lips, a look of awe and joy shadowing his features. He doesn't need words. The simple fact that you feel the same is enough to fill him with warmth and peace. 

Leaning in again, Zoro captures you in another deep kiss – a deep and soulful kiss that speaks volumes. He's consumed by the feeling of being with you, of finally being able to express his love. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer, and he kisses you with all the passion and longing he's suppressed for far too long.

You sigh into him, the sound willingly swallowed by Zoro’s growing hunger. Arms wrap around his shoulders and you press yourself into him, the opened-mouthed kiss quickly turning into a twist of tongues dancing together in a frenzied rhythm with audible smacks of saliva mixing with each meeting of your lips. His hand clutches your hair more firmly, his other hand slipping around her waist to pull you impossibly closer.

The gesture is all-consuming, a whirlpool of desire and affection that leaves him lightheaded. For the first time in years, he feels like he's truly alive, his heart beating in perfect harmony with yours.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Zoro's lips ghost over your jawline, trailing down to your collarbone as he breathes in your scent, savoring every moment. He wants to memorize the taste, the feel, and the sound of your breath as his hands roam over your body, his heart beating a furious tempo.

You let out a small gasp when his lips touch your sensitive flesh, your body reacting to his every move. Goosebumps raise in the wake of his fingertips as he nibbles at your neck, causing your grip to tighten and for you to moan softly into his ear. 

Part of Zoro wants to take you here and now, but what remains of his will stops him. He growls into your neck and lifts you up fully and, – with a little assistance from you –  heads in the direction of the ship anchored nearby. The others wouldn't be back for a while, so why not take advantage of the privacy?

You’re weightless in his arms as he carries you away from the bustle of the small island village and towards the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Zoro can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants as you kiss and nip along his neck, giggling in his ear when he retaliates with a playful squeeze to your rear and a rumbling growl against your skin.

He wastes little time pushing the door to the men’s quarters open with the tip of his boot, his grip on your hips tightening when he moves to lift you onto the nearest bunk, one hand still clutching your waist while the other travels up under your shirt to caress your chest, deft hands making quick work of unhooking your bra and tossing it aside to be forgotten.

Zoro’s breathing hitches, his eyes dark and lustful as he dips his head to suckle at the swell of your breast. He can feel himself twitching against your thigh, and despite his inexperience, he wants nothing more than to please you. 

He kisses down your body, taking a nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue while his hand roams, finding your core already soaked with desire. He pauses, fingers grazing over your clothed slit and feeling you shiver in pleasure. Zoro murmurs your name, and snakes his fingers beneath the waistband of both your shorts and panties before sliding them down your legs in one motion, leaving you naked and bared before him. His own pants follow suit, quickly discarded next to yours.

Zoro's hand finds its way between your thighs again, spreading your folds with ease, and he lowers his head to kiss you once more, his tongue probing your mouth as his fingers gently stroke your clit, drinking in your soft moans.

"Show me." He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. His expression is a loving one, though she notes the slightest bit of hesitance in his words.

Show me how you like it.

You nod and guide his fingers, taking two of the large digits and easing them in circles on your clit. "Not too rough, though," you say patiently, letting go of him with a soft sigh and an encouraging smile. 

Zoro hums in acknowledgment, his thumb and forefinger doing as you ask, the slickness of your pussy allowing his fingers to move easily as he continues to tease at your clit. His other hand rests on your hip, steadying you as his thumb rolls over the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting small moans from you. 

Zoro brushes the tip of his finger against your entrance in an experimental move, and by the way you wreathe and whine, he's urged to continue his work. He slides one past your folds and inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Shit–" You sputter out between breathless sighs of desire. "Feels really good..."

One finger becomes two, your inner walls clenching around them as he scissors them in and out of your pussy. There's a wet slosh of sound coming from where you meet, your wetness audibly coating his fingers and dripping down down his wrist. 

Zoro's breath hitches at the sound of your pleasure, his eyes dark with desire as he watches your reaction. He's entranced by how your body responds to him, and he can't help but lick his lips as he continues to finger you. He adds a third, the stretch making you gasp and tighten around him.

His pace increases, his fingers swirling and thrusting within you, and he watches as your body writhes and arches beneath him. He can feel the tension building in you, the way your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed.

"Do you want me inside you?" Zoro asks, his voice low and thick with need. He's anxious to give you pleasure, but he's struggling to keep himself from joining his fingers inside you.

"Please," you whine, eyes wide and watery with pleasure but red hot with the need for more. "Need you, Zoro."

Zoro's heart beats wildly in his chest, his own need for you overwhelming as he pulls his fingers from your slick warmth and licks them clean before sitting back on his heels to position himself between your legs. He lines his cock up with your entrance and looks into your eyes, the passion reflected in his own.

Without warning, he thrusts forward, plunging deep into your tightness. You're hot and wet around him, and he lets out a growl of satisfaction as he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment, allowing you both to adjust and to revel in the feeling of being connected. He pulls back, slowly at first, then picks up the pace as he leans over you, the headboard digging into the wall with each forceful thrust. Zoro's eyes never leave yours, his gaze locked as if he's trying to absorb every detail of your expression.

Each stroke of his cock against your walls feels heaven-sent, and the taste of you that lingers on his tongue drives him crazy with want. Nails dig into the flesh of his triceps and your back arches, a song of passion belting from between your lips, a serenade made for him and him alone.

Zoro grunts at the sound of your pleasure, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious as he watches your reaction, the sight of you so lost in ecstasy driving him to the brink. He grips your hips, holding you steady as he pounds into you, the sweat glistening on your skin as your bodies collide.

The moonlight trickling in from the window illuminates your body below him. It's a sight better than anything he could dream, your face contorting in bliss and ecstasy, hands clinging harshly onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. Savoring a feeling that neither wants to forget.

"You're so fucking perfect." Zoro growls, leaning over you to kiss you feverishly, his tongue seeking yours as he fucks you. He can feel the tension building, the way your body tenses and your nails dig into his skin, and he knows you're close. He wants to give you this moment, wants to make you cum as much as he wants to feel it himself.

"Come on," he urges, his voice thick with lust. "Let go for me." The words were a warning, a promise that he wasn't going to last much longer..Zoro increases the pace of his assault, his own release imminent as he watches your face, your eyes half-lidded and flushed with pleasure. Together, you move, driven by the primal need for release.

Zoro's thumb meets your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the speed of his ministrations. The dual stimulation pushes you over the edge, crying out butchered attempts at his name as your body convulses around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Zoro can't hold back any longer, feeling his own climax building as he watches you.

With a roar, he lets go, burying himself deep as he cums, the spasms of your walls milking him as he shudders and groans into your ear, seed spilling inside of you. He pants heavily, leaning over you as he rests on his forearms, his forehead meeting yours. He stays like that long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips before collapsing atop you with a very exhausted, but very relieved sigh. 

You breathlessly hold him close. Cradling his sweaty form to your chest, one hand makes its way into his moss-green tresses to lightly scratch at his scalp. Zoro lets himself relax, letting out a sigh and nestling into your shoulder. He closes his eyes, feeling thoroughly sated in your embrace.

Zoro pulls out of you eventually, gently rolling off your body to rest. He pulls you into his side as he nuzzles into your hair. "I love you." He whispers, his voice soft and tender and almost unrecognizable.

Snuggling into his side, your hand still lazily strokes his head. "I love you too," you reply, voice equally tender, and a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Your soft touch and tender words soothe Zoro, your shared connection cemented in the aftermath of passion. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, a smile still lingering on his lips. The words you whispered echo in his mind, a warm feeling settling in his chest – and together, in each other's arms, you find peace.

[thinkingotherwise]

Hello! Just a girly obsessed with Umemiya, requesting a scenario where he thinks reader and him are dating but he didn’t officially ask. A little bit of panic happens before he realizes his mistake 😆🥹🩵 (any levels of spicy 😆) 🙏🏼

Cute, it's like dating but not really.

Hajime is a little chaotic in this and acts before thinking.

Hajime Umemiya x reader

A little spoiler to Hajime's backstory, not much he just wants to introduce you to his family.

- Umemiya's touch was more frequent, you noticed recently. It was surprising but you didn't mind it at all. - It brought you a sense of relief even if you felt warm whenever it happened. - Of course, your mind searched for the source of what exactly brought this new wave of touchiness. - You remembered it all started during the latest BBQ party that the Bofurin Leader organized and you helped, as usual. - Yet you couldn't recall the specific moment that could bring it, that could deepen your relationship with him. - So you went with it. The fact that you had a crush on him might have been an additional reason.

- But then he asked you to visit his old orphanage together and oh dear, if you knew what it would entail. - You agreed, why wouldn't you when he smiled at you like that with eyes full of excitement? - You walked with him up to the front doors voicing how nervous you were to meet such important people in his life. - "Don't worry, I'm sure they'd love you, I know I do." - He said and that made your mind blank. Did you hear him correctly just now? - Noticing your absentminded stare he thought you were really anxious, so he stepped closer placing his hand on your cheek before connecting your lips together. - Okay, now saying you were confused would be an understatement. - Your brain shut off as you let his lips move against yours. You felt your blood pumping rapidly as warmth spread all over your body. - Then he pulled away sending you his pretty smile and your eyes moved frantically over his features. Your mouth opened as you breathed heavily trying to calm yourself. - "What was-" - You were cut off as Hajime brushed your cheek before letting his hand fall to grip yours. - "You're gonna do well. Don't worry." - His voice was calm and comforting, complete opposite to how you were feeling right now. - Everything happened way too fast for you to catch up. First, he saying he loved you, kissing you, and now the front door opened showing some kids as they cheered seeing Hajime. - An older man appeared behind the group and you felt as if you were about to get a heart attack when Hajime's next words left his mouth. - "Hello guys, as promised, I brought my partner with me. That's (Y/n), be nice to them." - This man, he really wanted to put you in hospital with his unpredictable behavior. - "Ex-excuse me?" - You questioned your hand tightening around Hajime as he still held it. - The older man brought the kids back inside and motioned for you two to join them. Yet you didn't move. - Your hand pulled on Bofurin leader's as you finally collected some confidence to question him. - "Hajime, what is this all about? We're not dating, are we?" - You asked with wide eyes questioning even yourself, if maybe you forgot about something. Did you have some short-term memory loss? - His head tilted to the side as his eyes looked at you disoriented. - "We are, aren't we?" - He questioned back. - And now both of you stood, in front of his orphanage with doors open wide, frozen in place instead of entering. - "Since when?" - You tried to remember when it did happen, was it why he was more touchy with you recently because he thought you were going out? - "Umm.. since the BBQ." - He replied his voice losing its volume, but as he stood close to you, you heard him perfectly well. - "I confessed to you and you reciprocated my feelings." - He added and you went back the memory lane to the day.

- In your mind, it seemed like a normal conversation, well slightly normal as you certainly remembered him saying he liked you in front of everyone, but he did so with others as well and you thought he meant it in a friendly way, so you replied that you liked him too. - You described the memory to him and watched as his mouth opened wide and his ears colored red. - He covered his mouth with his hand and turned away from you as he gasped when reality crashed into him. - Why? Well, he remembered the moment a little differently. - He was looking at you, enchanted by your smile, so much so that he didn't realize that instead of saying things out loud he was thinking them inside his head. In his mind, he confessed all of feelings to you before finally voicing out a short 'I like you'. Which honestly, was supposed to sum up all of his confession but how could it make sense for you when you couldn't read his mind? - So when he heard you saying you also like him, he immediately thought you also shared the same deep feelings he did and that meant you were together.

- The realization appeared in his eyes as he slowly turned to you, his eyes glistening with tears as he looked so apologetic. - "I'm so sorry. Oh my God.. I really apologize I-" - His voice cut as he recalled the last minutes and what he did as well as his previous actions that must have made you uncomfortable, in his opinion. - His knees bent as he kneeled in front of you head bowed down. - You gasped in surprise and embarrassment as he apologized to you. - Your hand moved to grab his biceps as you tried to pick him up from the ground, your eyes darting behind him to the open doors trying to see if someone was watching. But when you found no one you pulled on his arm and he finally stood up. - "I really am sorry, I'll tell everyone at the orphanage that you're my friend and explain it." - He rambled on and you covered his mouth to make him listen to you. - "Umm I really was surprised and confused when you did all that." - You waved your hand as you started talking. Flustered like never but also a little amused at the fact that he confessed to you in his head. - "But I really didn't mind when you became closer. I mean, I do like you, like as more than just a friend but it would be nice to know we were actually dating." - A small smile appeared on your face and Hajime slowly became more relieved seeing that you didn't mind his actions as much as he thought you would. - "So if you still want to, we can make it a reality and this time confess out loud." - His head moved rapidly nodding at your words as he grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his mouth. - "Yes, sure. Of course, I really liked the thought of dating you and the last days when I thought we did." - He replied excitedly before pulling you into a hug which you reciprocated. - That was until the old man that was leading the orphanage appeared at the doors again asking if you were going to join them or would you just stand outside. - You smiled at him, more confident, now that you cleared things up with Hajime, before walking into the building with your new boyfriend following after you.

[allmyocsarebritish]

Confessions

Pairing: Velvette X reader

Warnings(?): a bit rushed, i had a dream about Vel and this is what came of it, my share pony is called Velvet so this was a little odd ngl

Your close friendship with Velvette allowed you to see a side of her contrasting the way she presented herself to the rest of hell. It was nice, to see her acting sweet and soft, doting on her best friend.

Almost loving.

Although that was most likely your imagination, right? Of course: you slept in the same bed at sleepovers every night; shared a ridiculously oversized wardrobe; were eachother's first kiss; and spent all day practically glued at the hip, but that was just friendship. Right? You weren't stupid: you knew of your feelings for the young overlord. But the thought of them being reciprocated felt so inconceivable that you pushed down any hope of something more than friendship.

You sat cross-legged on Vel's queen-sized bed, the immaculate fuchsia sheets crisp and cool beneath you. On the other side of her luxurious room, Velvette sat at her dresser, mindlessly scrolling on her phone whilst waiting for her straighteners to heat enough to use.

"You know," you began, catching her attention as she turned her head to look at you. "I don't know why you insist on using those every day. I like your hair the way it is naturally."

"Are you questioning my sense of style, Y/N?" She asked, though her wide grin betrayed her attempt to seem offended. "Anyone but you would be dead for that, babe."

You tried not to show the way heat flushed your cheeks at the nickname. However, Vel being Vel noticed immediately.

"Aww, what's the matter? Flustered?" She taunted you, hopping off her chair and waltzing over. Your thoughts began to whirr at her words, were you so obvious? Did she know how you felt about her? You felt a tiny dip in the bed as Velvette sat next to you.

"Who, me? Pfft, no!" You decided to play into it, joining her in the banter. "It's just warm in here."

"It's cause I'm here." You scoffed at her 'joke', rolling your eyes. In a way that couldn't be any less subtle if you tried, you decided to stand up at that moment, mumbling something about checking her straighteners weren't overheating. As luck would have it, they were just about ready to use.

"They're done, Vel." You told her, turning around and making eye contact. Her face was mostly neutral, though there was a just noticeable hint of confusion and racing thoughts behind her expression. You felt the nerves sieze you at the prospect of her catching onto you, but you suppressed them, not wanting to draw out the awkwardness of the conversation. Vel slowly pushed herself off the bed and made her way over to you, uncharacteristically reserved.

Velvette sat down on the chair at her dresser, facing away so that you had complete access to her hair, but you stepped in front of her.

"What's on your mind?" You gently poked her forehead, hoping you hadn't made her uncomfortable with your barely concealed feelings. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge, and you could swear your racing heartbeat was audible. The silence was drawn out and you began to panic.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don't want to, V." You decided to give her space, pivoting so you once again stood behind her.

You gently gathered her hair and began to get to work on styling it, exceptionally careful not to pull or snag, and gently running your fingers through her soft curls.

Velvette was always observant, able to pick up on signs of how others were feeling. She did it at the overlord's meeting with Carmilla, she did it when communicating a business pitch, she did it when around Vox and Val - their moods were the most unpredictable. But you confused her, and it was incredibly frustrating for the young overlord. She couldn't interpret the inconsistent signals you emitted, and she was too scared of losing you to assume. Her pride refused to allow her to admit this however, so she continued to question in silence for as long as possible. Her need for attention led to attempts at dropping hints herself, but you were either oblivious or dismissive, and she was reaching the end of her tether.

"How do you feel about me?" Her question caught you off guard and you stopped in your tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights. (aLaStOr MenTiOnEd?!?!) Oh, now you were certain she was onto you. You swallowed thickly, aware that there was no going back from this. However, you still continued your vain attempt to play cool.

"I think that I'm honoured to have you as my best friend, you're smart, successful-"

"That's not answering the question."

Shit.

"Vel, I-" you took a deep breath. Now or never.

"I really like your stupid face and I couldn't live without it."

The drawn out silence lead you to question if maybe you said the wrong thing. Until it was broken by Vel's light-hearted laugh, one reserved for only you.

"I love you, you daft sod."

"I love you too." You grinned, smiling at her as she turned around in her chair. Velvette opened her arms and you slot in them, embracing her tightly and allowing relief to wash over you.

"But call my face stupid again and I'll drop you off in cannibal town."

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The desire to possess (Part 3)

Summary: You realize that you are locked in the claws of a monster and pray that your beloved will save you. But will he come?

Perturabo/fem!Reader, Rogal Dorn/fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, yandere, possesive behavior, obsession, kidnapping, dubcon, branding

Word count: 3009

Song: Rammstein - Amour

I had inspiration as you can see.

You have always loved creating small sculptures, carving tiny scenes on marble. Because it was beautiful and elegant. To fit entire worlds and plots in such a tiny space. Yes, you were a small grain of sand in a huge ocean. Insignificant. And yet your sculptures have won the hearts of many people. Including the master who proudly showed your work to the primarchs.

They liked it. The primarchs themselves liked your creations! It has to say that you didn’t like war and prefer to study outposts and structures from books. You were not eager to get involved in the Crusade. But when you saw Perturabo, your feet carried you to him. He was your hero, your idol. While still a student, you wondered whether it was worth it for you to continue working as a sculptor. Will you find your place in this Galaxy?

But when you saw the images of the Iron Lord's structures, you were amazed. And inspired. As then in the Palace, albeit with fear, but still sincerely telling Perturabo about your hope to capture his campaign. A tiny hope of stepping onto the Iron Blood glimmered within you.

But destiny gave you another path. You had to work under Dorn on the Phalanx. Rival of Perturabo in siege and architecture. Life can be unpredictable.

As are your feelings for the primarch. Surprisingly, you did not feel the same awe of him as other mortals. He was your lord, an incredibly tall, strong and influential man. But you didn’t want to cry when you saw his demigod shade.

Quite the contrary. While creating a bust in Rogal's image, you couldn't help but notice his humanity. And when you started talking, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He was kind. He fought and killed and subjugated systems. And yet Dorn was against genocide and always wanted to bring the world to harmony. And always leaving behind buildings - a symbol of a new future. And you wanted to share it with him.

***

“I have feelings for you. It’s been quite some time now and I intend to connect my life with you.” - the primarch with a stoic face looks into your eyes, almost without blinking. - “This is a serious proposal and I ask you to treat it accordingly.”

To be honest, it was a little scary. How you were unexpectedly called into the primarch’s chambers and you saw a man dressed in golden armor. His eyes did not glow with rage, but the determination in them was visible from afar. For a second you thought you were going to be executed.

You are silent, not knowing what to say until you notice one detail. Rogal also didn't say a word after his speech. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, his posture doesn’t change, patiently waiting for your answer. Answer. He didn’t intimidate, he didn’t confront you with your new role. He confessed his feelings and hoped that you would answer them...

Surprisingly, you feel... calm. You don’t tremble or cry with emotion, you don’t burst into laughter, but you smile softly. The Primarch blinks in surprise before his face takes on a peaceful expression. The answer is clear without words.

Rogal kneels and you approach him. Your hands touch. His are gigantic and clad in golden armor. And yours are small and covered with dust from work. Your first kiss did not happen soon, as did your first intimacy and conversations about the future.

Everything was truly innocent and beautiful that day.

***

It was a moment of true happiness. It seems like it's been so long since this happened. And now you are sitting in the corner of the room (judging by the details and drawings, this is a workshop) and trembling with fear of the unknown. These were not the chambers of the Praetorian, but the chambers of a primarch, whom you so desperately wanted to serve to in the distant past.

“My brother is cruel and merciless. He looks more like a war machine than a man.”

You remember how Rogal admitted to you that his rivalry with Perturabo was personal, almost childish. They were similar in some ways, but still different. The primarch did not try to turn you against his brother. And yet you were afraid of Perturabo when you met him at one of the events. The anger with which he looked at Rogal. And the worst thing was the contempt with which he looked at you... it was then that you realized how lucky you were to receive his refusal to become a remembrancer of the Iron Blood.

But the worst thing happened after Horus' betrayal. Then you learned the details about the burning of Olympia and other planets. How the Iron Warriors committed genocide, and the survivors were taken into slavery. This was not the hero you read about with such enthusiasm. He was a monster.

And now you were in his clutches. Despite all the protection of Dorn, Perturabo still captured you. The Iron Lord wanted so badly to humiliate his brother. Destroying Greystone won't be enough for him, no. Surely he will think about building his own masterpiece. And at this hour you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to you.

You will probably be tortured. Maybe he'll display your corpse at the main gate as a trophy, a sign for the Praetorian. Or he will turn you into a servitor or a diabolical machine. It was not for nothing that the primarch left you alive.

The iron door opens with a creak and you can’t help but turn towards the sound. Perturabo, as if nothing had happened, goes inside and locks the door. He wears no armor, only Olympic-style clothing. The man twists his neck until it cracks before turning to look at you. You just look at him like a hunted animal. Even when he approaches you, leaving very little space between you.

“I see you better now. You pretty much ruined my plans with your hysterics. But I shouldn’t demand too much from a fragile mortal girl.” - the man firmly pronounces each word, clenching his fists. You can’t understand whether he’s angry with you, or just talking condescendingly. - “Get up.”

You barely obey. You get up on weak legs and hug yourself by the shoulders. His presence is terrifying. And at the same time, you feel that he doesn’t want to hurt you. But this is just ridiculous, he is a primarch, a traitor, and you are a mortal, a remembrancer of Dorn, you are nothing to him.

“I want you to repeat it.”

"What?" - you look at him in confusion.

“Repeat what you told me back in the Palace. Why do you want to serve me? I want to hear it again.” - the man frowns at what he thinks is your ridiculous question. - “On all the worlds, I have always given only one chance to surrender. Either they used it or accepted the consequences. It's the same system here. Either you talk or I use your mouth differently.”

You sob loudly, not wanting to know what he plans to do if you refuse. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you are trying to say anything other than sounds of despair. You feel Perturabo looking at you carefully. He waits until you test his patience and do not follow a direct order. Finally you speak, trying to remember that very request. The time when you were naive and happy.

“I-I studied all the strongholds you b-built on the conquered worlds. All, uh, all outposts were created with perfect precision to torment the enemy. No living creature can compare to your s-siege prowess.” - you babble, feeling like you can’t hold back your tears. Salty drops randomly flow down your cheeks and you hastily wipe them away.

“I-I-I, ah, I was delighted when I learned about your exploits in the vastness of the G-galaxy. Siege of Incaladion, Bernean and Morningstar Campaign. I read everything about you, all your campaigns.” - you gasp, tears blur your eyes and you see almost nothing. Your voice constantly breaks and you almost howl. - “It was because of you that I decided to become a s-sculptor. When I saw how functional and at the same time beautiful your buildings were. And... I want to serve you. P-please, uh, let me be your l-personal remembrancer. Please."

With the last word, you begin to cry uncontrollably. Feeling weak in your body, you try with all your strength to stay on your feet. Throat hurts from emotions. After some time, you calm down and realize that all this time the Iron Lord was silent. Waited patiently for your hysteria. Or he was thinking about it. Or trying to hold back your emotions.

"Yes." - a tense male voice sweeps across the room with a breath and you shudder from the surge of unrest. - “Yes, you will serve me. My remembrancer, my consort, my slave, my treasure. Only for me and no one else.”

With slow steps, the primarch approaches you until he kneels. You continue to look at the floor until the man lifts your face by the chin. You have no choice but to look into his eyes.

When a man attacked the fortress of Dorn and killed your bodyguard. When he grinned at the sight of you. You thought you imagined what you saw. You desperately didn’t want to see WHAT the primarch had turned into, so you avoided looking at him. Rogal did not scare you, he did not deceive you.

Perturabo's yellowed eyes burn with hellish fire. Extremely pale skin appears with black bruises under the eyes. The primarch was always harsh and cruel. But now it smells of death. More than ever, he now looks less like a primarch and less like a man. But the worst thing was the terrible desire with which he looked at you.

“I'll drown worlds in blood for you.”

Before you even had time to scream, you felt his mouth on your lips. His giant arms wrapped possessively around your waist. You grunt in pain. The way he squeezed you, the way he invaded your mouth with his tongue. Dorn was too gentle, too careful with you. The Iron Lord wanted to take you whole.

You barely free your hands from under the primarch’s mass so that he doesn’t crush them. Palms instinctively rest on the man’s shoulders. You want to push him away, you want to take a breath of air and run away, but you don’t have the strength. Perturabo either misinterpreted your gesture. Or it provoked him.

He pulls away and you take a deep breath before yelping in surprise when he suddenly lifts you up and lays you down on the table. At the same time, throwing things off the cold surface so as not to interfere. The man tore your top dress and you close your eyes.

“Look at me,” a menacing voice rings out with such cruelty that you cringe. But you still follow the order and look straight into the primarch’s eyes. - “I want you to watch."

Rogal was not your master. He was a primarch, but he didn't look down on you, he tried to understand you. But even if you shout it at the top of your lungs, it will not give any result. It is not the Praetorian who is obsessed with conquering you, but the Iron Lord. And you have nothing left to do but watch.

Perturabo squeezes your sides and you whimper from the rolling pain. You know the primarch is gentle with you in his own way. There will be bruises on your skin, but anything is better than broken bones. The man’s mouth greedily kisses and licks your collarbone until it moves to your breast. The Iron Lord bites and leaves hickeys on the tender flesh. His marks are large and painful due to the size difference.

You start crying again in pain. From the shameful pleasure that your body experiences to relieve discomfort. From longing for a loved one who is sure that you are safe. And from uncontrollable almost animal fear. Because you were forced to watch. Because while Perturabo is using you as he pleases, he continues to look straight into your eyes.

The Iron Lord enjoyed your whimpers, your body, your submission. Enjoyed the power and enslavement of a mortal girl. Enjoyed the victory over his sworn enemy, planning new atrocities.

This torture continues for a long time before Perturabo leaves your stomach with a pop. Thumbs stroke your womb while yellow eyes glow with hellfire from terrible anticipation. You shrink all over from a frightening premonition and unconsciously try to move away from the primarch. But the man’s grip is too strong, even though he didn’t even put in a little effort.

The Iron Lord looks at your lower body for a moment before raising his head. His face is absolutely stone, there is not a hint of anger or smirk. Humanity is lost and an iron monster emerges. His cold and loud voice makes your blood run cold.

"You belong to me."

***

Your collarbone still hurts. The Black Mark of the Iron Legion is ugly and you're grateful you can't see it. Perturabo branded you like a slave. Although, given your situation, you were. He kissed you tenderly, somehow imitating Dorn's touch as if he had seen you alone. After which he took you to new chambers so that you could rest.

He turned off the light so you could sleep. And, it would seem, after the pain, mental and physical, you should have fallen into a serene sleep. But you couldn't. Thoughts rushed about like animals in a cage, concentrating on one ray of hope. Rogal. Soon he will know that you are missing. And even if not, he will still follow in the footsteps of his enemies, you know him.

You sob again, curling into the fetal position. The bed is gigantic, you seem so small on it. But it was not made for a Primarch or a Space Marine, no. You managed to look at it before the Iron Lord left you alone in the darkness (alas, the portholes with a view of space were not provided for on the Iron Blood due to their impracticality). And besides, as a true sculptor, you only had to touch the furniture to feel all the subtlety of the work.

Perturabo carved every detail. Birds and flowers, scenes with battles and dates. Images of the sun and moon and stars. Not to mention the fact that the bed was shaped like a shell. It was practical so that you could easily get off or climb on it. But the size could fit an entire primarch there.

He made it especially for you. And judging by what was going on in his workshop... for the two of you. No no no. You no longer had the strength to cry and you wanted to be persistent for the sake of Dorn. Still, the knowledge that the Iron Lord had been planning to steal you away for a long time, not only to mock his brother, but also for his own pleasure, made you sick.

Perturabo regretted turning you away at the Imperial Palace. He regretted that he had alienated a woman who sincerely admired him. He was jealous that his brother got you. The one who always received everyone's admiration and wore the mark of the Emperor with honor. Who not only fought, but also created something beautiful. He didn't truly love you, he wanted to have you as his favorite property. For eternity.

The last thought gave you chills. You were an ordinary girl. A fragile mortal. A remembrancer who never took up sword. No wonder you were easily wounded when an assassin from a recently conquered planet snuck into Dorn's chambers. He easily cut your throat. And you died. And didn't.

Rogal saw how life left you and how it returned to you. It was a miracle. Which, alas, could not be ignored. Malcador the Sigillite told you two that you were one of the Eternals. You were cursed to live forever. And blessed. After all, this meant that you could spend your whole life next to Dorn. Rogal promised the Emperor that you would not distract him. He will continue to serve the Imperium with all his zeal. And he will be able to love you. But now you are in the hands of the Iron Lord. And the thought that you could not leave his Eternal Fortress even in death was terrifying.

You mentally rejoice that even though Perturabo tore your top dress, he still left you with a skirt. Your hands reach into your pocket and you pull out a tiny marble tile. You press your lips to Rogal's face carved into it and inhale the scent of the mineral.

Before the primarch's departure, you specially made this tile. To preserve his image and hope that everything will be fine with him. That he will survive on Terra and will definitely return to you. This was your best work. Rogal did not pose. He slept while you carved his peaceful face.

“Please come to me.” - you whisper quietly, putting all your hope and love into the words. Fingers gently trace Dorn's perfect features. The marble is pleasant to the touch, but when you close your eyes, you imagine Rogal’s warm skin. - "Come to me. My love, I'm so scared. So lonely. Save me. Protect me. Come to me."

You say your personal prayer with sentiment until the sound of footsteps is heard. The door opens slightly and light enters the dark room. The heat of hellfire scorches the coolness of your chambers, enveloping the dark figure of your tormentor. You forcefully press the marble to your chest, hoping to hide the last piece of the home from the Iron Lord. His eyes are filled with a sense of awe out of self-deception and exaltation.

“You called me.”

[azziesbattybaddie]

Hi there! Saw your requests are open. Can I get Loki flirting with reader? They both like each other but have not confessed. :>

Your prize

Loki x reader

Loki has always been a shameless flirt but thankfully so are you, and since when did a little flirting ever mean anything, right.

Word count: 1.3k

Requested: yes

Warnings: fem reader, some swearing, some innuendo, we die like men

Authors note: this was such a cute idea! It did kinda take on a life of it's own so I'm not sure if it's exactly what you were hoping but I think this one came out pretty good. It is one of my shorter ones but I hope you like it! Enjoy!

loki walked over, looking her up and down.

"take a picture, little last longer."

You deadpan trying to act indifferent until you heard the distinct sound of a camera clicking. You whirled around shock on your face at seeing Loki looking at the screen of a Camara before returning it to his pocket dimension, a smirk plastered on his face. loki chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving yours. "oh, did i startle you?

"he saunters closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

" i assure you, dear y/n, that picture will be, thoroughly, viewed..."

"you know at a certain point I really do start to wonder if your crazy or just socially unaware because, that, was a saying not to be taken literally."

You counter with a mocking smile playing on your lips, as you let him lean over you slightly.

"ah, but where would the fun be in understanding every phrase at face value?" loki steps back, crossing his arms over hischest, his smirk never wavering.

"and don't worry, my dear, i'm quite aware of what society deems appropriate behavior, I just tend to ignore it. It's more fun that way love."

"fun for who exactly? because it sure doesn't seem like its much fun for me being not being able to use metaphors with out you taking it literally." Your tone takes on an edge of annoyance, but there's still a hint of playful sarcasm in your voice. Your eyes narrow slightly as you watch him, wondering how he'll respond to your comment.

"well, wouldn't life be dreadfully boring without a bit of unpredictability?" Loki leans against the wall beside the door, his posture relaxed yet predatory.

"Besides," his voice drops lower, "i find your attempts at sarcasm rather... stimulating."

"oh get fucked, Loki!" You laugh out while turning to finish making your sandwich, not catching your words in time.

loki's eyes widen momentarily at your curse, then narrow into a sly grin.

"my my, aren't we feisty today?" he walks over to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at the sandwich ingredients.

"you know, for someone so keen on metaphors, you do have a rather colorful vocabulary when pushed."

"I'm assuming with the way this conversation has gone you would just be thrilled with the other 'colorful language' I could spit at you" you say sarcastically while trying to keep the flush off your face at the feel of his chest slightly pressing it's self into your back as he looks over your shoulder

"flattered, even?" Loki teases lightly, leaning in closer until his breath tickles the nape of your neck.

"But alas, my dear y/n," he murmurs, "your words only make me want to hear more from those luscious lips of yours."

"you know what they say, flattery will get you everywhere Laufeyson." You tease before ducking under his arm pinning you against the counter, and settling on the couch in the sitting room doing your best to hide the delight when the god followedyou in.

"and isn't that precisely why I indulge?" He replies smoothly, following you into the sitting room with an easy grace.

"Flattery gets me closer to what I desire most." His gaze rakes over you hungrily, drinking in every curve and angle of your body as if committing them to memory.

"and that would be exactly?"

Loki's smirk grows wider, a look of pure wickedness in his eyes.

"Why, wouldn't you like to know?" He teases, stepping closer until he can almost touch you.

"Perhaps it's something you already possess..."

you decided on ignoring him for a while when he failed to elaborate and just when you turned to question him again, he was gone. Only the slightest trail of green smoke dissipating in the air. You hid the hurt at him leaving but finished your food and went on with your dad, not seeing him again until you where getting ready to retire to your room for the night.

As you're preparing for bed, Loki appears suddenly in front of you, materializing out of thin air.

"Sleepy time already, my dear y/n?" He asks, his voice low and husky.

"Or perhaps you simply wish to avoid me?" His eyes glint with amusement and a hint of disappointment.

"I must admit, I've grown rather fond of our little cat and mouse banter, though I must say it's been so long I'm starting to crave more."

"Oh? And what exactly do you mean by 'more', Loki?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him, not backing away from him despite the close proximity.

"Well, now that you mention it..." Loki trails off, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly.

"More of your clever wit, perhaps. Or maybe...more of your lovely company in a setting less...public." His gaze dips to your lips, and for a moment, it seems as though he might lean in closer.

"And what makes you think I'd want to spend more time with you, Loki?" You challenge, trying to keep your voice steadyas his warm breath brushes against your skin.

"You've made it quite clear you enjoy playing games with people, using them for your own amusement." Your heart races, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins as you meet his gaze.

"So tell me, what makes you think I'd want that?"

Loki's expression softens, though his smirk remains intact.

"Because," he says quietly, "there's something about you, y/n, that intrigues me unlike anyone else. Perhaps it's your fiery spirit or the way you refuse to back down from me, no matter how daunting I may appear." His hand falls away from your hair, but only to cup your cheek gently.

"Maybe I just can't resist the thrill of chasing after something I know will be worth the hunt."

"You're full of shit, Loki." You retort, though there's a spark of interest in your eyes as you glance up at him.

"the last thing I will ever let you make me is a prize for the hunt" The corners of your mouth twitch upward in a small smile, revealing just a hint of vulnerability beneath your tough exterior.

"Oh, but you already are," Loki insists, his thumb brushing softly against your jawline.

"A prize beyond compare." He leans in closer, his lips hovering mere inches from yours.

"And I assure you, my dear y/n, I am quite skilled at hunting down what I desire."

"You think so?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you tilt your head slightly, inviting him closer. "Then prove it."

With a low chuckle, Loki closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that sends shivers down your spine.

"Ah, but proving it would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it?" He pulls back just enough to speak against your mouth, his breath hot and urgent.

"Let's see how long you can resist the allure of the chase... Who knows maybe Ive been your prize this whole time."

You pull back, a blush creeping across your cheeks as you catch your breath.

"That's not fair, Loki" You murmur, your voice shaky from the intense kiss.

"You're good at this game, aren't you?" You glance up at him through your lashes, biting your lip nervously as you try to regain some semblance of composure.

"Life's not fair, love" Loki teases, pulling you closer by the waist, his hands splayed across your lower back.

"But don't worry, darling, I won't play dirty unless you ask me to." He leans in again, kissing your neck gently before trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

"Now, shall we continue this elsewhere?"

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei PART TWO

After months of mutual attraction, Hiei will ultimately confess— out of anger.

gender neutral. sfw. fluff. angst. (also, cliff hanger bc i literally blanked)

PART 1 is not required for this, but I highly recommend reading for more fluff ! <3

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𓆩⟡𓆪 After Hiei finally realizes he is utterly smitten, he finds himself stuck in a weird predicament. He's kind of like, "Okay, what now?"

𓆩⟡𓆪 At times, he often wonders why you aren’t intimidated by his cold demeanor. What did you see in him that others didn’t? Or rather, what did he see in you that made him so attached? Trying to put all the pieces together only made him think of you more, and he can’t seem to come up with any sensible answers. It was an insufferable cycle.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Most people would give up and accept their fate. Not Hiei. He won’t welcome these feelings with open arms. No, he’d rather fight and conquer!

𓆩⟡𓆪 But….every time you greet him with a smile or wave him goodbye, he feels content. Such an ordinary interaction would make his sour mood disappear. It didn’t matter if he remained silent in response. You were persistent, unmoved by his rudeness. Were you able to tell that he actually liked the attention? He hoped not.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei naturally gravitates towards you, oddly feeling the need to stay close. His Jagan Eye can easily keep track of your whereabouts, but he prefers close proximity. He basks in the feeling of your body heat. Dare he say it was therapeutic. With little effort, he is in tune with every part of you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Whenever you’re engaged in conversation, he picks up little details of your daily life (another perk of staying close by). Don’t be too flattered, though. He’s still searching for something that’ll make him dislike you, even if he fails every time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei is a wild card. Just as you begin to think he feels nothing for you, he does something unexpected. One night, you accidentally found yourself separated from the group while on a mission. It was rather chilly, and you were shivering from the harsh winds. Hiei randomly showed up beside you, tossing his cloak over your head. “I can hear your teeth chattering from miles away. Don’t you humans know how to check the weather?”

𓆩⟡𓆪 No matter how unconcerned he appears to be, Hiei is always watching out for you. With his fast reflexes, he prevents you from losing your balance before you can even stumble over your feet or bump into something. He usually grabs your forearm or sleeve to stabilize you. The physical contact sends sparks between you two, but neither of you comment on it. His hand feels strangely warm after touching you. He can’t even bring himself to tease or scold you for nearly falling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As mentioned, Hiei can be unpredictable. The romantic pinning is stronger than ever, but he’s still annoyed by it. For someone who has never experienced love before, he is taking it pretty hard. His feelings have festered to the point of frustration, and he feels vulnerable.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei is so fed up with the back and forth that he ultimately decides to ignore you for good. Out of nowhere, he started acting like you didn’t exist. He put zero effort into holding a conversation, and sometimes, he was just plain rude, telling you to go away or walking right past you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Kurama notices the awkward tension and tries to bring it up, but Hiei dismisses his concerns immediately. He figured that if he kept his distance, he would eventually forget about you. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. Acknowledging his feelings would make them real, and that’s the last thing he wanted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 While Hiei did all of this to protect himself, you’re left hurt by the abrupt change. He treats most people rudely, but you thought he at least tolerated you to some extent. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to spare you a passing glance. You decided to confront him one day when you two were conveniently left alone (thank Kurama)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Initially, he was hostile, glaring at your figure. “If you truly believe there’s something between us, you’re sadly mistaken.” His words cut deep. He never spoke to you so harshly, but he sounded completely serious.

𓆩⟡𓆪 When you mentioned how much pain he caused you, it surprised him. He assumed he loved you far more than you could ever love him. But as you continued to vent, voice cracking and tears spilling, Hiei was incredibly confused. It wasn’t his intention to hurt you. He simply wanted to detach himself from you and return to his normal ways.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Witnessing your break down caused him to snap. He couldn't hold back his emotions any longer, and everything came out at once.

“You think I wanted to fall for you, a foolish human who can’t even tell when someone cares for them?”

“Your face is constantly invading my thoughts. I can’t even focus on anything else, but you’re the one crying? Ridiculous.”

“Just being away from you torments me. You couldn’t possibly understand. I’m doing this for my own sake.”

“Stop looking at me like that…”

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extra:

Even after this intense confession, Hiei still avoids you like the plague.

[str4ngr]

who would first and how they would confess [ blue lock headcannons ]

Including: Isagi Yoichi, Nagi Seishiro, Bachria Meguru, Kunigami Rensuke

cw: gn reader

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Him, but probably as an accident. Listening to you ramble about something or another when the look in his eyes turns warm, welcoming a sense of infatuation you never noticed before. Isagi wanted to be the one to say it, to show you how much you truly meant to him, how he noticed every detail about you, the changes in your hair, the slight tire from staying up studying, he noticed everything, and he hoped you did the same for him. That infatuation brought you to look a little deeper than before. Maybe it was the way his lips pouted, and his eyes never left yours, the way his hand gently moved to capture yours. Isagi’s eyes held such grace of warmth that it never felt the same when you looked him in the eye, glad to say he was suave enough to say it in three words. 

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

You, the lazy bastard only burning your face into that (incapable to confess) consciousness of his. Nagi was never one for words, but he couldn’t seem to shut up when it came to you, spending all your lunchtime using his mouth to blabber rather than chew. Something you could have never expected from a guy as sluggish as him. But the passion he had for you burned the same way it did for football. Nagi never wanted to let you go, let alone lose you. So when the conversation steered to another man, his dodgy phrase went along as, “Forget him, I’m the only one you need to focus on”. The cherry tint on his cheeks gave you enough to infer, a grin to return to his jealousy. “I like you Seishiro, I don’t need him”. His eyes glistened as they shot up to stare at you, filled with fluster as he realized you beat him to the punch.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Him. It would be at a random instance, no day of the year in particular, just a day. The best of it was his setup. Bachira was a passionate man when it came to his interests, one of them being you. Of course, the two of you had been getting along quite easily, and with a person as fascinating as him, you could hardly call yourself bored at any moment with him, because it was always unpredictable. Keeping up with the prestige of unpredictability was hard, but determination never left Bachira. So the day he showed up at your house, early in the morning when even the birds were asleep, he knocked on your door and handed you a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers, a surprisingly cohesive set at that. Before you could even question him on his antics, he spoke, “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I like you,” His adorable lopsided grin made your heart chatter, as your flush faced his in the crook of his neck.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Him, trying to fit his superhero model, he pushed past his biggest fear, the fear of rejection. The two of you had been friends and knew each other plenty, but the growing swell of his heart made him too nervous to sacrifice his cherished friendship with you. You were a sunshine he couldn’t bear to think of having removed from his life, but at the same time, he would do anything to keep you in it forever. He wanted it to be forever, beyond just a friendship. When the two of you walked home from the snack shop, back to the computer café, he decided to stop you. The sunset gleams behind your perfect face, bringing out every feature of refined beauty. Your head tilted slightly, confused and curious at his sudden request, “Let’s talk,” but he was too preoccupied with your charm. “Well,” He let out a deep breath, he really was beginning to regret his impulse, “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” What. His eyes went wide as he realized what he said, and quickly took in the sheer anguish. Your charming eyes quickly bore tears as you hung your head. “Not like that!” He hid his face in his hands, not daring to peek as you whipped up to look at him, noticing to bright red tips of his ear. “I like you...” 

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ok so the sukuna story is coming along... but im not sure about continuing head cannons/short drabbles like this so please lmk!!

[saikoucorps]

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[nsfw warning]

♡ ➜ YOUR MATCH IS....

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨MITSURI KANROJI

ִ ☆゙ REASONING: Mitsuri Kanroji, the love hashira! Like you, Mitsuri is a mix of sweetness and spontaneity! She would relate to you on a personal level, as well as love you to her best ability. Mitsuri carries a unwavering dedication and care to those she loves, which will assist you in your moments of sorrow. She will be able to create a strong bond with you, and provide you with comfort. She makes the ideal partner for you, as she is able to keep up with your dynamic personality.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ favorite thing about you: Mitsuri's favorite thing about you is your blend of sweetness, spontaneity, and wildness. She admires your ability to embody the perfect balance of these traits, making you an exciting and unpredictable person to be around.

★ ship name! : mitsani

ꪆ୧ HOW YOU MET:

She saved you! You were unfortunately caught at night with a demon, he wasn't strong, but he was stronger than you. You managed to defend yourself for a little while by running, throwing objects, and hiding. Sunrise wasn't going to happen until another few hours, unfortunately. Just when you thought it was over for you, when the demon had you cornered, Mitsuri came through. Her ribbon katana had sliced the demon's neck, although, it wasn't enough. The demon was prepared for any attack and managed to cover his neck.

"Hurry, get to safety! I'll be able to hold the demon back." She warned you, you listened of course, and ran. You didn't go to far though. You were out of breath. The demon immediately went to you but Mitsuri held him off. She defeated him and immediately went to check on you. "Oh dear, are you alright?" You nodded, you didn't take note of her appearance until now. The sun had rised, the light was shining behind her. It made her look beautiful, like an angel. You stared at her with awe, "You're really pretty." She immediately became flustered.

"Wha—?!" You quickly apologized for having it come out of no where. When she calmed down, she fell in love with your eyes. She felt something for you she never felt for anyone. Was it fate you two met like this? She started to see you around more, you were one of the people who assisted the Hashira's and demon slayers. You were a medic. Sometimes, if she had a small little scratch, she'd come to you. Those actions alone made her realize, she was in love.

ꪆ୧ CONFESSION:

The hot springs. She loved that place, which is why when she went, she took you along with her. She planned to confess. Although, her PTSD from being rejected so much in her life made her nervous. What if you didn't feel the same? What if you thought she was weird? She decided to ignore such worries and push through it. You were the one. She knew you were. When you both arrived, you two sat silently in the hot spring. Well, it wasn't so quiet. The sound of the water falling, the soft sounds from the outside, and the light sounds of the water moving along.. made everything more calm. You began a conversation with her, you two had talked for what felt like hours, were actually a few minutes. She interrupted the silence once again with a question, "Can I.. tell you something?"

She looked serious. Her voice was more calm, and she avoided eye contact. You nodded and said yes, allowing her to talk about whatever she needed to say. "You need to promise you won't see me differently." Your curiosity grew, but you agreed nonetheless.

"I think.. I think I've gained feelings for you." You were shocked, before you could speak, she continued. She explained how you made her heart flutter, that a love hashira like herself could feel so weak around you. You were flustered, as well as she. You told her you felt the same way for her, and she actually ended up crying! She hugged you tightly and asked for you to never leave her side.

ꪆ୧ FIRST DATE:

the perfect date between you two would be a picnic. It was Mitsuri's idea actually. She offered you to join her on a picnic with different kinds of foods! Because you both can cook, the picnic would be absolutely perfect! She brought you two to a hill, to watch the sunrise. She had brought a ton of Sakura mochi, as well as other goods. You as well. She brought a lot of western styled food, and some others. You two sat together on the blanket, taking in mother nature while also your presence with one another. You two talked about many things.

Your past, the future you two will have together, others, as well as your own interests. Every moment with her felt amazing. And every moment she shared with you made her the happiest person ever. The sun began to rise, and the same shine casted behind her once again. The same shine that was there when you two met. It reminded you of how much you had loved her, and how much you two have been through. Mitsuri noticed your face, and your eyes. You had that same admiring look that you gave her on that day. She smiled and looked away. She was so grateful for you.

"The sunrise is really pretty huh?"

"You are, as well."

she hugged you, and after a minute she pulled herself away slightly. She looked into your eyes, the ones she loved so much. She kissed you without a thought. Nothing could replace this moment you two have with eachother.

☆ GENERAL HEADCANONS:

Mitsuri is drawn to your unwavering dedication to your family, as it shows your caring and nurturing nature.

She loves food! Which is why you're the best match for her. Your love for cooking matches her love for food. She's also a cook herself, I can see you two cooking meals together and enjoying the moment.

You guys adopt a few cats together! She absolutely loves cats and your love for animals makes her so happy. In canon, she owns a rabbit (apparently), so you two would basically raise your pets together.

If you're ever feeling sad she will let you lay on her lap. As you're laying there she'll caress your head and talk in a soft voice to you.

The best at comforting! Whenever your sad she feels your emotions on a very deep level and may cry with you! She'll be supporting you and listening the entire time. And may even find a solution herself.

Will never make you feel like you aren't enough. You are everything to her!

If you ever gift her Sakura mochi, she would fall in love with you again right there.

When you found out about her uniform situation, you immediately burned it and demanded her a new one, one that was less perverted. She was so happy you did this for her, as she wasn't able to herself.

Even though your a medic, she will always ask for your opinion on her training.

"Did I improve, dear?"

Infact, pet names wise, she would use them so often!

"my love" , "dear" , "honey" , "baby" , "sweetheart" — you name it!

She would always watch retro movies with you, and let you rant about historical stuff.

Small headcanon here, I know she LOVES history. She would get into it just for you.

she would love to start a family with you some day. She truly believes you're the best person ever for it.

She's not good at expressing her own feelings, but you'd be able to get her out her comfort zone.

You are a Libra, while she is a Gemini, and fun fact about them, they're highly compatible! "Gemini and Libra are highly compatible air signs that can make a strong romantic match. Both signs are known for being social, communicative, and even-tempered, and they share a love of balance, intellectual pursuits, and lively conversation. When paired together, they can create a fun team that's always looking for new interests and stimulating social situations. " I feel like it really explains you two and your connection with one another.

On top of that, her being a INFP and you being a ENFP(?) is also perfect! "In a romantic INFP - ENFP relationship, the two partners can form a deep emotional connection based on their shared intuition, empathy, and idealism."

She is very clingy! She will throw herself into your arms at every chajce she has. She will always be by your side or cuddling with you.

Your preference for quality time and acts of service is fine with her!

She will always do small things for you in secret, hoping to make things easier on you.

She will also spend every moment with you that she has! She will always take you to festivals, events, or just around the market.

She most likely really enjoys physical touch, so if you're not to big on it, she always hold you in a subtle way.

She will also pamper you in kisses and affectionate words— she can't help but love you!

will never allow you to be sad. You're feeling down? Fear no more!

She will definitely cook stuff for you. She's a great cook in canon, so if you're ever hungry, she's there.

If you compliment her hair ever, she'll be insanely flustered. It would mean a lot to her.

She would love to take baths with you! Not in a weird way, but she would love to brush your hair, or have you brush hers.

whenever she notices you putting your needs before others, she immediately helps you out! She will probably put a stop to it, but if decides not to, she'll make you feel appreciated.

Whenever she's on missions, you're in her mind. It pushes her to do better and be stronger for you.

ꪆ୧ NSFW HEADCANONS:

Switch. Insane switch!

You want her to top? She's already there.

You want her to bottom? No worries!

Your needs come before hers.

She's the sweetest in bed, and out of it.

Very vanilla with you. If you wanted to try anything she so would.

Bondage/shibari, praise, breeding, edging, or any simple kink, she would enjoy.

As long as it isn't to crazy, she's up for it.

Would NEVER dare to hurt you. It goes against everything she believes!

She wants to cherish you and take care of you, which includes during those moments.

Can be very needy sometimes. Whether she's on top or not, she will continue until you're both of your high.

Can be a menace sometimes.

Sex toys are definitely included

Her favorite position with you would probably be 69, as it makes her feel close to you, while also giving and receiving.

she's very strong, so if she is ever edging you and you try to get friction in anyway, she will hold you down.

will definitely leave marks on you no matter her position or how soft/dom she is.

If she had to choose another position, it'd be scissoring with her on top.

she would definitely do it in the hot springs. If you two are alone, you should probably hope she doesn't (does) get any ideas.

she would appreciate you the entire time you guys do it! Constant praise is definitely what she does.

Cuddles. cuddling is a immediate after. If you're not to tired, she'll run a bath for you

She would absolutely never go rough with you, and you probably shouldn't with her

She values slow and sentimental sex.

:ఌ¨ ♱ "When I look inside your eyes, I see a beautiful star. The same star that allowed a light to shine in me again." ꪆ୧

ִ ☆゙ DRABBLE:

You and Mitsuri were walking together on a quiet street when you spot a small, fluffy cat hiding behind a pile of cardboard boxes. Both of you immediately notice its trembling form and exchange a look.Mitsuri smiles and steps closer to the cat, crouching down to its level, “Look at this adorable little thing, it looks so scared and alone...”You nod, “It does. We can’t just leave it here like this, can we?”Mitsuri reaches out her hand slowly, trying to not startle the cat. “Hey there, little one. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re just here to help,” she coos, her voice soft and gentle. The cat peeks out from behind the cardboard boxes, its big round eyes switching between you and Mitsuri, as if trying to decide if you could be trusted.Meanwhile, you cautiously move closer to Mitsuri and the cat, keeping your movements slow and non-threatening. You watch as the cat slowly starts to relax and sniff at Mitsuri’s stretched out hand, clearly curious about the source of the soothing voices it’s hearing. “That’s it, you’re doing great,” Mitsuri praises softly, as the cat finally decides to move out of hiding and tentatively approaches Mitsuri’s hand, allowing her to stroke its soft fur. You watch as the small creature seemingly melts under the gentle touch. A smile tugs at your lips, seeing the trust forming between the two.“Looks like someone’s made a friend,” you comment, amused. Mitsuri grins, her fingers continuing to card through the cat’s soft fur. “Seems like it. It’s so sweet. I can’t believe someone would abandon something so adorable,” she says, a hint of sadness in her tone. You bend down to the cat’s level, offering your hand for it to sniff. “Well, at least it has us now.”The cat sniffs your hand curiously before nuzzling against it, seeking more reassurance. “Yeah,” Mitsuri agrees, watching the interaction between you and the cat with a soft smile. “We can’t just leave it out here. Do you think we can take it home?” You consider the proposition for a moment, weighing the responsibility of taking care of a stray cat. But as the small creature looks up at you with those innocent eyes, seeking comfort and safety, you find yourself helpless to resist.“I think we’ll manage.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ tropes:

Instant Love Attraction at First Sight Red String of Fate

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ second choice:

Shinobu or Tanjiro were a very close pick. I considered a poly with Shinobu and Mitsuri, but I feel like Mitsuri alone is enough for you, and overall a better match. Your ability to go with the flow and your overall personality aligns well with Shinobu’s sharp wit and analytical tendencies. The fact that you enjoy doing things to please others and she appreciates your efforts in doing so, would've made a perfect match. Tanjiro would relate to your sweet personality and find interest in your mysterious side.

ִ ☆゙ SONG RELATED TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP:

[azyexia1]

Starry Serenity (Astarion)

Summary: You (Tav) & Astarion go on a gate within the city of Baldur's Gate.

Word Count: 378.

Pairing: Astarion & Gender Neutral reader.

Warnings: None this is just a cute little fluffy scenario :3

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In the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, a sense of serenity had settled over the once chaotic streets. Astarion, once a vampire trapped in his own darkness, had achieved a newfound freedom. No longer bound by his vampiric nature, he and Tav, the valiant leader who had stood by his side through thick and thin, found themselves in an unexpected moment of tranquility.

On a mild evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Astarion nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He stood outside a quaint little café, its tables adorned with flickering candles that danced with a gentle breeze. He had asked Tav out on a date, and though he had faced enemies more terrifying than he could count, asking Tav had been a feat that rivaled any battle.

Tav arrived, a smile gracing their features as they spotted Astarion waiting. Their eyes met, and Astarion felt his heart skip a beat. Tav's presence had always brought him a sense of calm, and yet, in this moment, he was acutely aware of how much they meant to him.

"Hey," Tav greeted, the warmth of their voice melting away Astarion's nerves.

"Hello," Astarion replied, offering a half-smile that he hoped concealed his jumbled emotions.

They were led to a cozy corner table, where the soft glow of candles illuminated their faces. The menu lay between them, but their gazes remained locked on each other. Astarion cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"Ahem, I must confess, I'm not quite as familiar with dining establishments that don't involve draining blood," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

Tav chuckled in response, their laughter like a melody that eased Astarion's nerves. "Well, lucky for you, this place doesn't serve blood. Just delicious food and drinks."

Astarion relaxed into the conversation, and as they shared stories and laughter, he found himself opening up in ways he hadn't before. Tav listened with genuine interest, their eyes never leaving his face. It was a feeling of vulnerability he had never experienced as a vampire, and yet, he realized he wouldn't trade it for anything.

After dinner, they took a leisurely stroll through the moonlit streets of Baldur's Gate. Astarion couldn't help but steal glances at Tav, who seemed to glow in the soft illumination. They stopped by a small park, where a clear view of the starlit sky unfolded above them.

"It's beautiful," Tav said, their gaze fixed on the celestial display.

Astarion looked at Tav, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words. "Indeed, it is. But you, Tav, you outshine even the brightest stars."

Tav turned to him, their cheeks tinged with a blush. "You have quite the way with words, Astarion."

He reached for Tav's hand, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. "Only when I'm speaking the truth."

As they stood there, hand in hand, beneath the canopy of stars, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. The scars of their pasts had shaped them, but in this moment, they were just two individuals connecting in the simplest yet most profound way.

In the city that had seen its fair share of darkness, Astarion and Tav had found a light that illuminated the path ahead. Their date was a new beginning, a chapter written in the tapestry of their shared journey. And as they gazed at the stars, they couldn't help but wonder what other adventures awaited them in this unpredictable world.

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Again, let me know if you have any scenarios you would like me to write about this gorgeous boy.

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Snippet of 5th division Takemichi!

This is just a little drabble, like a snippet on a story that for know I only have notes about but I'll write someday. I just have 2 oneshots and one chapter to finish for starting with the wips that are just pages of notes for now, yuhu!

(promising this to myself)

I read a fic a few months ago with this idea and well, it was hilarious and I started thinking in what type of AU this could work, one trying to also save everyone and go to the plot of the different arcs. Did I say before thatt Tokyo Revengers is my Roman Empire? I wasn't joking. The other wip I have is time-leaper Manila Izana going through tenjiku arc. Fix it fics that, like canon, will be heavy on the angst but with happy ending (yes, me, doing happy endings, I know but did I say it will be heavy on the angst? Because the Izana one... He needs to learn a lot, oopsie)

For understanding the drabble, a few basics:

It's based on an AU where Takemichi jumps to the day when he met Mikey after shaking hands with him in Bonten. And let's pretend our dear Michi actually catched up Sanzu's name and was thinking in something more than Mikey for a second, okay?

Things happened and after saving Draken he asked to be put in the 5th division because reasons (Sanzu, knowing that Mucho is a traitor, knowing that well, he knows a lot about conspiracies that will happen in Toman so maybe this is not such a bad idea even if he's scared of his captain and vice-captain, right?)

A lot of things will happened for get to this point, but after some months of Sanzu knowing about Takemichi being a time-leaper, he finally opens up with the truth about tl0 (yes, he's a little shit and doesn't say anything for months but he has trusting issues, okay? Let him alone xD). Obviously, there will be chapters with Sanzu's POV, for plot reasons (not because I love writting his mental breakdowns, nops).

So... I think that's it. Ah, this conversation is happening in some point of Tenjiku arc, I'm still deciding what to do with this arc, but Takemichi changed enough things. So Mucho goes to Tenjiku alone and now Sanzu is the captain of the 5th division. With Takemichi as a vice-captain, poor crybaby.

Warnings: NONE! I almost don't believe it myself, but this is just comfort. Because it's a small scene that came to my mind and made me smile and I'm having a soft day, so I thought, why not write it?

(he's so pretty and I'm so normal about it, yeps)

At this point, Takemichi already learned a few things about his captain and how to tell the subtle changes on his expressions. He was sure Sanzu hided even more under the mask, but it wasn't that easy to see him without it. So he could see that the other boy was more absent, that his eyes weren't really looking at anything. And Takemichi had a hunch about the reason, he was just trying to find a way to talk about it without getting punch. Or worse, to be honest sometimes he still find the scarred boy a little too unpredictable.

“You know, some days when I wake up, I'm not even sure what time line is it. And I'm always afraid to discover the truth, to discover I fucked up and went back to Manila. Or Bonten.”

Some days, he still feels Mikey's body getting cold on his hands. Or see him getting pale with Emma doing the same. Dead inside in the hospital, the same empty eyes Takemichi saw in that abandoned bowling-alley. But that's an image the other doesn't need, the scarred boy has his own nightmares with Mikey on it. Absolute void in those darks eyes, more than he's able to imagine.

Sanzu gives him a weird look that already feels like a victory, he's looking at him. That's something, right?

“For what you said, I'm sure that Bonten wasn't that bad.” The pinkette snickers. “But, yeah... I get what you mean. It's like anything feels...real.”

The last part is almost like a whisper, like he was afraid of confessing it.

“Exactly.” The blonde smiles brightly, he knows he shouldn't be this easy to read, but he can't really avoid it. “It feels nice to have some one to talk about it that actually understands. With the rest of people that known before, I was always afraid they'll start thinking I was going crazy for saying this type of stuff.”

Aquamarine pair of eyes wide with the last words, like he suddenly understood what his vice-captain was trying to do. What he did, actually.

“I still hate you. Don't start thinking we're friends or some shit like that.”

It sounds almost like a bark, but Takemichi knows better after the last months. So he just laughs, happy with being able to cross another one of his captain walls. He promised to both of them, that he'll save him too.

And he will. Because this time, he'll save everyone. This time, he actually understands what is happening with Mikey.

So he'll save everyones asses, even the ones that don't want to be saved. Specially that ones.

[libbystcwart]

I was reading an article where I saw that Boston ranked among the top 40 as one of the best cities to live in the US, and I bet Merrock would rank even higher than Boston if they included us in a list of best small towns. What do you think? @owenryder

[ohshy]

Feelin kinda down so fuck it- how about some burnt bread hcs if you got any?

If not, how about disco kid?

~ fan-mans

hope u feel better soon bro ! also HELL YEAH BURNT BREAD !!!!!!!! one of my favorites :3

so where does it all begin? well.... (under the cut bc its Long)

aran didnt actually have to use any of dirty tricks to take joe down, so they didn't start off on that bad of a foot, or a bad foot at all. (fighting is par for the course for this sport, of course.)

that being said though, you still see n hear things ab eachother, and have assumptions as a result. Aran initally sees joe as a snobby, wimpy man, and joe aran as a scary, unpredictable brute.

eventually, however, aran starts looking at joe... a little differently. he pranks him a lot because yknow. its funny. but joe doesnt seem to mind it at all... in fact, he takes his pranks really well, and it makes aran see strong joe is in a way and how much of a sense of humor he has.

joe at the other hand, noticed that aran, outside the ring, was actually fairly tame, outside of his pranks of course. it helped a lot with mellowing his perception of him. combine this joe's many hobbies and aran's try-everything attitude, and youve got the start of a click !

news of their little budding relationship spreads around the minor- and world circuit, and kaiser begins to take notice ab how joe talks ab aran, how hed normally b horrified at the prospect of him being anywhere NEAR him.

so one day, in all his eternal german grace, he says...

''well if you love him so much, why don't you two kiss, hm?''

and joe hadnt gotten that thought out of his head since.

as for disco kid hcs, ive already told most of them so ill talk ab how the minor circuit reacted to joe wanting to confess to aran instead !!

disco, albeit kinda scared of aran, is ecstatic for joe, wishes him luck and wants to know EVERYTHING about how it went afterward

i imagine hippo would be pretty whatever about it. guy isnt too concerned ab peoples love lifes. wishes him luck like disco tho.

meanwhile kaiser? ''Eh, it is your funeral''

I imagine the world circuit wouldn't be as close with eachother seeing as how theyre busier n likely more hounded by journalists, but they do know in broad terms what goes on in the lives of eachother.

so macho catches wind of aran's crush, and he basically shittalks joe to arans face

''I know everyone's standards are too high for you, but joe's just a sad bar, even for you.''

Aran, not even reacting to the dig against him, starts ranting to macho about how joe is admirable as all hell for getting back up after 99 losses, and how that must mean he has a real love and respect for the sport. He even boldly exclaims that joe arguably works harder than macho, the victories who seems to come so easily to him.

macho eventually leaves, deciding aran's not worth his precious time.

aran then turns around, and OMG HE SEES JOE STANDING THERE !!!!!

anyway he heard all about what aran said (thats right, overhearing ooc conversations and miscommunication happening is OUT, overhearing conversations and gaining respect for someone is IN), and confesses right there and then. aran, hearing prolly the most romantic speech thats ever been directed to him in his entire life, is at a loss for words. He can't say anything other than ''of course, joey.''

and thats the start of their relationship :3

as for other misc hcs that dont fit anywhere else...

one time, when cleaning out aran's jacket pockets (joe's a bit of a neat freak), he found... a bunch of lint. But also !! he found a ton of crumpled up notes. They included phrases for the ring, comedic poems... but they also had affirmations for himself, about his family, but also about joe. joe, sans the lint, left the pockets as is. ever since then though, he's felt closer to him than ever.

joe will often try to pick up aran like a princess. considering hes still decently muscled, he can do it succesfully.

joe loves baking, especially bread, but aran will ALWAYS manage to set something on fire. think spencer from icarly.

they infodump to eachother ab their respective countries histories and folk tales, joe esp ab the former n aran ab the latter.

one time, joe and aran set out for a night walk. then, they (or rather aran) thought he heard a banshee screech. what they actually heard prolly was a car tire screeching in the distance. aran, however, was never the less scared SHITLESS and ran tf home, screaming highpitched. He had to be comforted by joe all night after they got home.

aran loves going to theme parks. he loves the rush. joe, however, hates the tall rides like the rollercoasters, n prefers the calmer rides like the teacups. They have a ''goes onto the rollercoaster alone'' x ''holds the persons stuff while theyre gone'' dynamic.

they rly like singing duets together, especially after a couple drinks. wine in joe's case and beer in arans case. theyve sang at macho's parties before as well, and needless to say they make for great entertainment.

aran often sends joe cursed memes n selfies that joe just Does Not understand

''aran, i will Not hold feet with you, zat's disgusting''

''come on joey..... do ye love me or not......''

[justforbooks]

In 1990 the Spanish writer Juan Goytisolo published a short essay called Paris, Capital of the 21st Century. By the end of the 20th century, he had decided that Paris was exhausted. The city of avant gardes, ideas, revolutions and class struggle, which had defined so much of European and world history, was now no more than a museum. As almost a lifelong Parisian and a lover of the place, Goytisolo desperately wanted Paris in the 21st century to retake its place as a great metropolis. But this could only happen, he argued, if Paris reinvented itself by “de-Europeanising” itself. By this, he meant it had to look towards the world beyond Europe, welcoming its sometimes dissident non-French, non-European voices to make itself a truly global city. Only in this way could Paris be brought back to life.

More than 30 years on from that essay, Simon Kuper has written a book about what it has actually been like to live in Paris during the past two decades. I have lived in the city for exactly the same period, in the working-class district of Pernety, and seen all the changes that Kuper has. The view from Pernety and the view from his hipster right bank world have not always been the same. He often underestimates, for example, the severity of racial and class tensions in Paris. To his credit, however, he is always aware of his limitations as a foreigner and as an apprentice Parisian.

The author, a journalist for the Financial Times, begins by describing his arrival in the city in the early 00s, a refugee from extortionate property prices in London. He finds in Paris an alternative economic universe, where decent city centre apartments were affordable along with a good quality of life that wasn’t dependent on a big salary.

Initially, Kuper bought into the shibboleth that Paris was a dead place – economically moribund, artistically bankrupt, something very much like Goytisolo’s museum. Over the years and decades, however, as he settled in, established a family and a way of life, Kuper began to change his mind as he navigated the unpredictable joys and vicissitudes of Parisian daily life. This involved wrangling with tough neighbours, taking kids to football matches in the banlieues (the outer suburbs, which are definitely not museum-ified), learning schoolyard slang from his kids (which contains a surprising amount of street Arabic), dealing with his wife’s cancer diagnosis, negotiating the daunting French social security system and, perhaps hardest of all, learning how to act as a proper Parisian – a performance that demands mastery of an almost infinite number of behavioural codes.

Kuper is a self-confessed “Bobo”, a member of the middle-class elites and as such most of the behaviours he has to acquire revolve around the right way to wear clothes or making the right sort of conversation. Above all, you should never appear to be provincial (an old Gaulish word, plouc, is still used by Parisians to describe out-of-towners) or from the banlieues (wearing sports clothes is a giveaway). As he learns to be a local, however, Kuper can seem a little too pleased with himself and there are moments when, as he yet again cycles down a lovely cobbled street to another designer coffee shop, you wish he’d get a puncture.

Nonetheless, Kuper is a clear-eyed observer of the history that is happening all around him. He witnesses the revolt of the gilets jaunes, which he notes are in part a protest “against Paris itself” (against people such as Kuper, in fact), sees the burning of Notre Dame, sweats through historically unprecedented heatwaves and copes with the pandemic. The most momentous – and terrifying – event that marked Kuper’s Parisian life was the night of 13 November 2015, which no Parisian who lived through it will ever forget. He was in the Stade de France when the first bombs went off, the prelude to a night of massacre that finished with 130 innocent people dead. Ever the professional reporter, Kuper keeps his feelings to himself, until a few days later he cries in front of a friend, broken by the strain of living in a city that seemed about to go mad.

Now the Olympic Games are on the horizon and Paris looks set to announce itself again to the world as a global leader, as the multicultural city imagined by Juan Goytisolo. For all of the transformations of the past two decades, however, Kuper is always alert to the city’s particularity. This is the immutable essence – to be found in the daily pleasure of the menu du jour or just the snarky, nasal banter at your local zinc (bar) – that makes Parisians love their city, and foreigners such as Kuper (and me) love it even more.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

since i saw you mentioning some time ago you wanted to write more about RSV, i have one request with some characters from there (+ Haley because i love her), with a little scenario i imagined a few days ago and have been brainrotting about it ever since.

so could you write some (romantic) headcanons about Haley, Paula, Irene, Maddie and Daia with a farmer S/O who, ever since they first met, has never spoken not even once (communicating instead by writing what they wanted to say down or by ASL), but then one day they finally spoke for the first time, only to say a corny "i love you" and walk away like nothing happened.

if you can't, that's alrighty! have a good day!

Yay, more practice with Ridgeside Village headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask, dear anon! ❤️ I hope you're enjoying it 🫰

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Haley:

Haley was amused to realise that she and the strange Farmer who had arrived in the Valley recently had become a couple.

Even though they hadn't exchanged a word. And yet, even the strange and silent Farmer had managed to win the girl's heart.

Exchanging messages, letters.... The girl even learnt a little ASL to keep the conversation going. So there was no problem with communication.

But the fact that Farmer confessed their love to her at the most random moment - Haley was not even that surprised, because her love for Farmer was also growing every day.

But the fact that they'd spoken... with words? And just went about their farming business as if nothing had happened.

She had to stand there in complete shock for about five minutes before she finally woke up and caught up with Farmer.

Her happiness at hearing what they had said was mixed with a slight resentment that they had just left like that. She actually wants to declare her love too, alright.

Also she want kiss them. And hug them. And kiss them again. And she doesn't care if other villagers are looking at them right now.

Paula:

Oh, Paula knows ASL very well, so she had no problem communicating with Farmer. So day by day passed, the young people became friends and then even started dating.

Farmer was a frequent visitor to her clinic in Ridgeside Village (thankfully, this is most of the time, not because Farmer is injured), and so Paula got used to chatting occasionally behind the counter with her love.

And of course, sometimes you can get so chatty that you don't notice your silent lover saying "I love you" on the spot.

I love you too, sweetie- wait a minute...

The girl looked straight into Farmer's eyes for half a minute before they decided to leave the clinic.

???????

Okay, stop right here.

She heard that right, correct? Did they really say that in their own voice?

When Farmer nodded in confirmation, Paula only smiled softly and kissed them on the lips.

"You're so unpredictable...," there was no irritation or sarcasm in the girl's voice. Only tender affection and oh so much love.

Irene:

An ordinary day at Amethyne Mansion, and Irene is busy in the kitchen as usual.

A routine visit from a close friend of a wealthy family at Ridgeside Village, who happens to be Irene's lover. Irene's delighted that even though they're busy with their farm work, her lover has found time to visit her.

A gift from the Farmer for her, her favourite cake. Mmmm, so delicious....

Grateful Irene kissed Farmer on the cheek for such a tasty treat.

"I love you," said Farmer and left the kitchen, as they don't want to disturb Irene's business.

"And I love you, my dear," the girl immediately went back to stirring the dough in a bowl.... and almost dropped the bowl from her hands.

Did they... talk? Or was it that she had been near the hot oven for too long that now she was.... No, it's not hallucinations.

She had to drop everything and run to the farmer.

"Did you really say that?" When the Farmer nodded, poor Irene was overcome with a flood of emotions. She squeaked, laughed, jumped up and down, and even cried a little bit, until she finally hugged Farmer.

"I love you, too. Very much."

Maddie:

Maddie.exe stopped working.

W-what? Did she just hear that right?

From the look on Farmer's face, she heard it right after all.

...

What?!

They can't- They can't just say it like that, out of the blue, and walk away like nothing happened??? What the hell?! Come back here!

Maddie managed to catch up with the Farmer, grabbed them by the collar of their clothes and shook them like a ragdoll.

They can't just tell her "I love you" like that, after so many months of silence and letters and..... Oh, Maddie's so mad! Furious! She's gonna get them!

And before the Farmers could fear their beloved would punch them in the nose, Maddie kissed them. Sweet and passionate kiss.

Both stood looking into each other's eyes, cheeks red, breathing slightly hitched.

"I love you too, stupid. But don't scare me like that again, you hear me? Or else I'll really break your nose!" Maddie's tirade ended with a tight hug.

Her lover is so stupid... ❤️

Daia:

Daia was usually the one to make her partner look at her in shock, whether it was another dirty joke or just compliments.

This time, the Farmers were able to do the impossible - catch her in shock.

Did they actually say that... with their mouth? Her love said the words with their mouth?

"I love you"?

Poor Farmer didn't even have time to go anywhere before Daia immediately enclosed them in her arms.

"What a cinnamon bun you are! Decided to surprise me, huh? You such a cutie pie!"

Oh, Daia wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease Farmer, calling them such sweet and silly nicknames that their cheeks immediately turned pink.

However, the girl will abruptly stop teasing her lover, and kiss her gently on the cheek.

Jokes are jokes, but she is truly grateful and happy to hear their voice for the first time, and that it was words of declaration of love to her... Daia had never felt truly happy like this before.

"Thank you, dear... I love you too."

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 2

Pairing: Stella x (FemKnight!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: The both of you reach the castle, Stella awaits her mother's unpredictable nature. You wanted to find out why you were required to accompany Stella to meet with her mother. Her mother in unpredictable like she told you...

Chapter Warning(s): Stress, Familial Tension

Chapter Theme: Seeing Red - Arrows in Action

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: So I'm going to put together an aesthetic of what the Fate version of Solaria will look like... Because we'll never get to see it :(

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*Cirrus' POV* You open your eyes to the morning glow of the sun. Kat was already out of the dorm.

"Stella," You try to wake her

She stirs.

"Hmm?" She ass, half awake

"We need to leave soon don't we?" You ask

She nods.

"I don't need to pack anything," She says, slowly getting up, "I'll help."

She brushes past you and begins rummaging through your portion of the drawers.

"you sure you don't need to pack anything?" You ask, "I'm pretty sure I watched you on the first day that you brought your entire wardrobe."

"I'm sure that I still have plenty of clothes back home," She chuckles, "I'd share but I don't think your build would fit my clothes."

*Stella's POV* You turn back to Cirrus to see her back turned to you. Your eyes travel all over her back as she flexes her back muscles. Your legs move on their own. Your fingers trace the outline of her biceps.

"Stells, are you trying to distract me again?" She asks, looking over her shoulder

"Sorry," You say, "I can't help it."

"Hah, by the way, dresses aren't my cup of tea," She chuckles

*Cirrus' POV* You finish up packing some clothes, and begin following Stella out to the front gate, where a Solaria vehicle awaited for the both of you. However, when Stella gets into the car, the driver presses his hand against your shoulder.

"Your highness, is this the knight that you plan to accompany you to the castle?" The driver asks

"Yes," Stella says, "Now, let her in please."

The driver gives you one last look before letting you in. But, the look was a look of judgement...

"Cirrus, what's the matter?" She asks

She immediately settles her head on your shoulder.

"Nothing," You lie, "Just thought I saw something..."

The car pulls off and begins driving away form the Academy.

+*+

Thought majority of the drive, there had only been silence almost the three of you. However, it wasn't all bad, you were getting some incredible views through the window.

"Cirrus?" Stella's voice snaps you out of your daze

You turn to her.

"Is something on your mind?" She asks

"Ci-Cirrus..." Stella pants

"Nope, nothing in particular," You try to hide your blush

You hear Stella chuckle: she saw through your little lie.

"You're adorable when you try to hide the fact you're thinking about me," She smiles

"I-I- Stella, I am not...." You try to make up an excuse

She raises an eyebrow.

"I'm just really anxious about what this is all about and why my presence in particular is needed," You finally say

"Hmmm, right," Stella adjusts herself back to laying her head on your shoulder

"Well, that's one of the things on my mind," You confess

"HAH! I knew it!" Stella yelps

"Yeah yeah I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt," You say

"So you WERE thinking about me?!" She asks

"In my defense, I never said it was-"

"Ladies," The driver clears his throat

The both of you cease your current conversation and look at the driver through the rearview mirror.

"We should be arriving to the castle shortly," He says

You look out of the window a the car begins rolling through the entryway of the castle.

"It's so... Bright..." You say, rubbing your eyes to avoid blindness

"Well, of course Cirrus," Stella says, "It's Solaria."

"Well, Cirrus Qrow has never been to Solaria in her life," You say, "The Crows always preferred their dark, lonely places."

"Are you talking about the bird or you?" Stella asks

"... Yes," You say

You grab your bag out from the trunk and follow close behind Stella as she begins leading you to the throne room. Everywhere your eyes grazed, something always reflected back into your eyes.

Flashy... Literally...

Two guards push the two giant doors apart.

The Queen sits upon her throne, ceasing her conversation with whomever it was as soon as she heard the doors open.

"Stella," She smiles

"Hello mother," Stella forces a smile

"Hello Stella," She greets back, but then her eyes drift to you

"Your majesty," You greet with a bow

She gives a slight head nod but then her attention goes back to her daughter.

"Guards, please escort..." Luna attempts to figure out your name

"Cirrus Qrow, your majesty," You introduce yourself

"Escort Cirrus Qrow to her own Bedchamber," She says

As a guard approaches you, you were honestly hoping for Stella to chime in and offer to do it, but nothing... You were kind of sad, however, knowing how many stories Stella has told you about her mother, and her strained relationship, you understood her situation.

The guard begins taking you out of the castle...

"Uhm... Sir... Where are you taking me?" You ask

"The Guest house Queen Luna had specifically had planned for you," He explains

Oh...

You were expecting to get a bedchamber somewhere in the castle... But, it was better than being put in the dungeon, if that still existed.

+*+

You weren't sure what you were expecting when he told you a guest house... You were expecting a mini-castle... But, it was like a cabin... You weren't going to complain.

Still better than a dungeon cell...

"Thank you," You give your gratitude to the guard

He gives you a head nod and begins walking back the way you two came.

*Stella's POV* "Mother, where did you have the guard escort Cirrus?" You ask, out of curiosity

"Just to our guest house outside of the castle," She answers

"That far?!" You ask, "Why didn't you just have her in one of our bedchambers?!"

"Do not raise your voice at me young lady," Luna's jaw clenches

Your mouth closes instinctively.

"We have many other guests here and we do not have room for her in the castle, the only other option was the guest house," She explains

"'Many other guests'? Mother what is summoning me here, and bringing her all about?" you finally break the question

"You will find out soon enough," She says, "Now relax, you must have had a long journey."

You reluctantly nod your head and briskly walk out of the throne room.

+*+

"Cirrus?" You gently knock on the door

"Come in," Her voice reverberates against the door

When you open the door, you were almost at a loss for words. Everything was small....

"Hey," She greets you, getting out of the bed

"I'm-I'm sorry that you're all the way out here, and-"

"Whoa Stells, slow down," She says, "It's okay, nothing I'm not used to. Besides, I told myself that it was better than being in a dungeon."

You let out a chuckle, "I'm sorry I didn't offer to take you."

"It's okay," She says, "I'm sure your mother had some words for you."

"I got upset that she sent you out here," You say

"Listen, I understand how your mother is, I'm not mad," She says

You could tell she was trying her best to reassure you, however, even her words weren't getting to you.

*Cirrus' POV* You could easily tell how stressed she was becoming... You wrap your hands around her hips and pull her in for a hug. She immediately settles into your embrace.

"It's okay..." You repeat the phrase, "I'll be fine."

"I know it's just... I would have felt better if she treated you kinder," She says

"Not everyone likes a Blackbird..." You sigh, "But, it's nothing that I'm not used to. I'm the outcast at Alfea."

"Yeah, outcast," She chuckles, "Aflea's 3rd best specialist, and she happens to be dating the Crown Princess of Solaria. Can't really call yourself an outcast now."

"I'm the kind of person that gets dragged out everywhere just so she can support her girlfriend," You smile

"And I'm thrilled," She says

"Do you feel any better?" You ask, resting your forehead against hers

"Not really but, being here with you makes me feel better," She sighs

"Won't your mother notice you're gone?" You ask

"I don't care," She says

A knock comes to the door.

"Who is it?" You call out

"I'm with the Royal Guard, Queen Luna requests your presence back at the castle Princess Stella," He says

"And what on earth for?" She asks

"The Royal Ball," He says

The both of you look at each other, surprised. You follow behind Stella as she goes to open the door. Your arm instinctively snakes around her hip; making sure the person that was on the other side of the door was really a part of the Royal Guard. But, You could tell Stella knew he was in the guard.

"Right away then," She clears her throat, stepping away from your arm

"I'll see you tonight then?" She turns toward you as she walks with the guard

You nod.

"The queen has something set out for you too in the closet," The guard tells you, "I will assure you that I will get her to the castle."

You nod, but watch them until you couldn't see her any longer. You shut the door and make your way to the closet next to the bed. When you slide open the door, your slight smile drops.

My favorite color...

+*+

You slowly walk through the open doors, the various conversations making the room echo with life ceases. Dead, quiet... All eyes laid upon you. However, look to the Queen's right side of the throne where Stella sat. Her eyes glistened with delight. As you make your way into the ballroom, eyes still continue to follow you. However, your eyes never left Stella as she made her way to you.

"Evening, Princess," You smile as you greet her

"Good evening my little bird," She smiles back

"May I have this dance?" You ask, giving her a slight bow

You outstretch your hand to her.

"I would be heartbroken if you never asked," She gracefully places her hand over yours

You slowly close the gap between your bodies; one hand holds hers, and the other holds her by the hip. The both of you begin to sway to silence... Neither of you caring if there was no music...

"Pretty sure these Solarians don't like me very much," You try to whisper

"They'll open up to it.. Eventually," Stella gives you a harsh reality

"Eventually," You sigh, "Oh well, I only care about what you think right now."

"What I think?" She asks, "You should already have an idea of what I think."

Conversations and the music slowly starts back up...

"I don't care what these people or my mother thinks," She says, "I care about you."

She presses her forehead against yours.

"Only you," She adds

You sigh into a gentle smile.

"May I have a dance Princess Stella?" A male you are not familiar with, offers his hand to Stella

You look at her and could tell she was about to reject him. However, your hand holding hers; brings her hand to his. You didn't want to let her dance with another man but... You didn't want to make a scene. Especially in front of her mother.

+*+

You wait patiently to have a chance to dance with Stella once more however, just when you believed you had the chance, another man chimed in. However, you could see Stella's eyes drifting away from each man that swiped her hand for a dance. You knew those eyes were looking for you.

Your eyes drift down to the floor, losing hope to get the last dance with the princess.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask me for one last dance," Stella says

You look up and see her, smiling. She reaches and grabs your hand to lead you back to the dance floor. She spins on the ball of her foot and guides your hands to settle on her hips and rests her hands on your shoulders.

"I'm the type of person to wait my turn," You chuckle

"Well, if you really want something, you should know when to take it," She says

"Guess I really need to learn to go with my heart then," You chuckle

"And what does your heart say?" She asks

"Hmm... It says that-"

Before you could even tell Stella that you want to take her to bed, the conversations and music ceases. The both of you look up to Queen Luna, who arose from her throne.

"Everyone, I give my profound gratitude for your attendance this evening. Please, I would like to give our warmest welcome, to Cirrus Qrow," She announces

There were no applaud for you. But, you didn't care. you mostly cared about what ever the hell the queen was doing.

"What is she doing?" Stella whispers to you

You shrug your shoulders... Trying to catch on what her mother was announcing to the people.

"... Over the next few days there will be a series of Trials for Cirrus Qrow," Luna announces

Your stomach drops...

"What kind of Trials mother?!" Stella takes a few steps in front of you

"Ones that will prove to me that she is worthy of your hand," She explains

Your heart drops...

Chapter 3