#it lends so much warmth to the books tbh

[elantedronai]

That’s it, being orphaned or having abusive parents is out in fiction

Having loving, living parents who are constantly fondly exasperated by their child and whom their child wants to make proud in a healthy way is in

[milkbaer]

Eye of the storm

Nikolai Lantsov x Tidemaker!Reader

summary: »In the eye of the storm it’s always the calmest« — love hurts, even more when you met your lover again and things have changed. Especially when faced in battle love only remains a bittersweet memory. wordcount: 2.2k warnings: betrayal, angsty, hurt, „villainous“ reader a/n: played an online escape game yesterday and got inspired by it plot ... or its ending, both could be improved tbh. Bon appetite, i hope you all enjoy it. And thanks again to @sumsebien for helping me edit and finding a name :) ✨

Ravkan words

Milaya — Sweet Girl

Moya lapushka — my darling

His breath tickled your skin until he pressed his lips to your shoulder, you could still feel it, him. Even filled with exhaustion Nikolai couldn’t stop cherishing, loving you. Yourself always felt a bit disgusting, skin sticky and shining, tasting like salt. But he never cared how much you sweat or its reasons, sparing or bed, he simply couldn’t stop caressing your skin with his lips. Suddenly they were pressed flat again your shoulder blade, body laying against yours. You could feel his laugh vibrating through his body before it escaped his lips, light-hearted and true.

„What? Why are you laughing?“ You asked him groggily. But all he did was shaking his blonde messy locks, you never could resist playing with his hair, chuckling. Nikolai only admired you with a cheeky smile, hazel eyes twinkling. Never did he tell you what he found so funny, always keeping it to himself. „Nothing.“

„I am only admiring beauty itself,“ he said.

„How so? I see no mirror.“ Nikolai grinned at your words, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade in a gently but loving kiss.

. . .

„You don’t need to do this Y/N!“ Nikolai yelled, waves splashing around him, hitting the sides of his ship, mirroring his emotions. The sea was enraged, maybe more so than him. Maybe it was your doing, anger and betrayal boiling inside of you by the sight of your former lover pointing his revolver at you, his other hand resting on the holster.

His words were unheard by you, not drowned by the sea but you simply chose to ignore them. „I should’ve known that it was you behind Sturmhond. — That name is ridiculous,“ you spat, arms stretched and hands ready.

„Oh, Y/N there’s no need to hurt my feelings even more,“ he said. If you’d not threaten him with your powers, if there wasn’t the danger of battle, Nikolai would put his hand to his heart and pretend, very theatrically, to be hurt deeply. „My heart‘s already shattered.“

. . .

Head laying on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart underneath you. The steady rhythm calmed you but him telling you the story of a pirate with childish excitement in his voice did more. Looking up, lifting your head from his chest, loving the smile and excitement in his face, you said, „he sounds great, the pirate.“

Since sleep refused coming over you, even though your day had been busy, Nikolai gladly offered to tell his love a story. Not an old tale his nurse used to tell him as a young, tiny princeling. But one of a mighty, and very charming, pirate who loved to trick the rich of Kerch, Fjerda and Ravka alike.

„Privateer,“ Nikolai corrected you. „Not pirate.“

At that you rolled your eyes at him. For you there was no difference, just synonyms for the same occupation. „There’s clearly a difference.“

„Which is, pirates are very sexy and privateers not so much?“ You asked, earning a gasp from him.

„Are you telling me that you’re having a secret liaison with a ruthless, attractive pirate?“

Giggling you shook your head. „A friend lend me a romance novel with a very handsome and charming pirate.“ Nikolai looked at you with judgmental eyes, facetious telling you that he couldn’t believe you read such kinky literature. “Don’t look at me like that,” you said. “I know you read The Princess and The Barbarian. Don’t deny it, I saw a copy of it on your nightstand.”

He chuckled at that, thinking that he should’ve hid the novel in the drawer. Only few people, one could count them on one hand, knew of his love for these novels. Nikolai couldn’t explain it either but after dealing with politics, war and blueprints, these books were a nice alternative. “They’re not lewd, it’s fantastical romantic literature and very entertaining, you should try it too.”

“Hmm, maybe after you finish telling me your privateer story.”

He needn’t have been told twice. Smoothly, he continued the story where you had interrupted him, as if nothing had happened. By the smile on his face you, no, everybody even the king, could tell that Nikolai enjoyed this story. There was nothing but pure joy on his face, childlike enthusiasm. When he ended his magnificent tale, you smiled. “I think I like him, your privateer.”

“Oh, I bet you would. You know, he’s just like me, very charming and incredibly handsome.”

Playfully you scoffed, patting his chest lightly. “Don’t flatter yourself, honey.”

. . .

But it was all but a sweet, painful memory. Remembering his story, you should’ve known that he was behind Sturmhond and nobody else. Back then he had practically told you everything about the privateer, the tale and Sturmhond were almost identical. When he told you the story to make you fall asleep had he already made his plans to abandon Ravka, to leave his love behind all for a teal frock and the sea?

“You don’t understand, bastard prince,” you sneered, knowing very well that it hurt him when the one he loved referred to him as mongrel. It was easy for him to shake it off if his enemies called him like that, fuelling the rumours of Nikolai not being a Lantsov at all. But when someone familiar, someone you trusted and loved called you that, it stung. “You would never understand. I do this for Ravka, for the Grisha! No one should ever live in fear because they are gifted!”

“Y/N you’re right, no one should live in fear!” Nikolai gripped his revolver, secured in its holster, tighter when the ship wavered dangerously by your power. Not only did the true sea portray his emotions very well, they also captured yours perfectly, getting influenced by your anger. “But you’re not doing it for Ravka. This will not bring peace, not for the Grisha and not for Ravka! The only winner is the Darkling and he doesn’t care for you or our country!”

You scoffed, believing none of the lies your former love told you. “Do you? Do you care for this country?”

He wanted to say yes. Of course he cared for Ravka, its people and for you. But you left him gaping like a fish, stifling his words before he could even utter them. “No, you don’t. You left Ravka to do what? Play pirate? We’re at war and all you do is sail the sea to annoy rich men. Do you call that caring? Did you ever care about–“

“Milaya.” Sweet girl, you hadn’t heard that word in ages, not from him. Nikolai put his hands up, showing you slowly how he put his revolve back into its holster. He stood there barehanded in front of you with both hurt and anger portrayed on his face.

It was ridiculous, but that one word, one of his stupid words he used to call you, had thrown you off completely. After all that time, weeks and months of not hearing anything of him, thinking he had forgotten you, leaving you behind as if you meant nothing, he dared to use this stupid word?

Your fingers twitched; a wave of newfound pain raged through you. Without much ado, you let the sea crash against the ship’s side making Nikolai tumble in surprise and fall to his knee.

“You’ve no right to call me that!”

. . .

The warmth of the sun grazed you skin while the wind tickled it with moving grass. You shielded your eyes from the sun, tilting your head to look at the blonde prince on your right, who enjoyed the kisses from the blazing star. He looked absolutely beautiful, perfect and calm, truly like the heroes from fairy tales. It sounded cheesy, especially when you thought about that Nikolai would say the exact same about you, but you could watch him for hours. “I’ve read your book, it is really good.”

With a grin he looked at you with one eye. “Have I promised too much? I told you it’s fantastical romance literature.”

You giggled. “It is way better than I thought, really entertaining.”

“I can’t believe you hadn’t read it before,” he said, propping himself up with one arm and grinning cheekily at you. “But now that you know it, we can certainly reenact some scenes.” It was highly possible and believable that Nikolai would try out some of its scenes. He even would let you be the barbarian. Laughing and snorting you hit his chest, and he couldn’t help but to laugh along with you.

More time passed with you laughing and just laying beside each other, enjoying each other’s company. But when the clouds began to wind up, (big and fluffy but clouds nonetheless) their shadows on your face, you began to wonder. He was a prince and you Grisha. As beautiful as it was, this wasn’t meant to last.

“Sobachka,” you mumbled.

“Da, moya lapushka?”

“Will you miss me?” You asked, starring into the sky and watching the clouds slowly moving by. Nikolai didn’t know what has suddenly come over you, you didn’t know either which wave had hit you, but you didn’t dare look at him.

“Depends on where you are going,” he said nonchalant. “You’re the thief of my heart. I miss you the second you’re not by my side.”

Your heart felt heavy in your chest, imagining a life without him or seeing him in the arms of another made you want to cry. But your future was laid out like this. Nikolai was a prince, and you were a soldier of the second army, a tidemaker not a princess or diplomat’s daughter. You could serve Ravka only in one way. “I know tidemakers aren’t as useful on the field as heartrenders, inferni or squallers. And there’s a higher chance for you to die by assassination or as a solider…”

Nikolai looked at you, he knew where this was going, he knew what you were saying, and he didn’t like it. Even as the second heir to the Ravkan throne he sadly knew that he wasn’t holding the strings for his future love life. But he hated to think about it. Hated to think about you and him not being together, about you dying. Already he feared that enough.

“I know we don’t have a future together, but–” you began to sob. “I miss you. I will miss you from my grave if I have to.”

“Milaya,” Nikolai whispered, gently wiping your tears away. “Lapushka.” He took your hand in his, gently kissing it, letting his lips travel from one knuckle to another. “I miss you. I always do and I certainly don’t intend to leave you. So don’t rack your pretty head about it.”

. . .

Quickly Nikolai extended a hand but not to stop you, it was meant for his crew. It was crazy, he must have lost his mind but for now, he did not want anyone to interfere. Not even the twins were set into action, even though their power could end this tragedy in a second.

Nikolai tried to regain his balance on the madly swaying ship, knowing it was all your doing. When he finally could stand on both of his legs again, he slowly moved forward, step by step. Only for you to have him fall down again with another strong wave. He shouldn’t have but he felt proud of you, admiring your power and the way you could held yourself steady on your feet. “Y/N, love, I never intended–“

“Don’t call me that!” You shrieked, sending him back to the floor when he tried to get up again.

“I never intended to leave you.” Nikolai knew he couldn’t say that he hadn’t left you. Well, he hadn’t abandoned you. Not on purpose. When he got send to Ketterdam he swore to do the things lovers do, to send letters. First, he wrote you almost daily, mostly raving about how huge the university and interesting the city was, but also how boring classes were. Even when he got no letter in return, he kept writing, telling you monthly about his adventures on the sea only to forget it. Life as a privateer had been busy.

“Saints, stop telling lies!” You raised your arms, hands ready for the final blow. Your heart ached, still longing for the boy kneeling before you. But he had dumped you, left you in the palace, on the battlefield to play privateer. The Darkling had been right, he felt nothing for you. How would he ever understand what it felt like to be Grisha?

Finally, the tears you had been holding back for so long began to pour, streaming down your cheeks in sorrow and rage. “Don’t paint me as the villain! Everything I do, I do it for Ravka.”

“You never were the villain, love.“ His words got devoured by the sea. Blinded by your rage and pain, you let two big waves ravage over the ship’s deck, right where Nikolai stood. You couldn’t see much, your eyes grew heavy, tired, until they fell shut. The storm inside your heart was calming down, arms feeling weighty as tons. With a scowl you noticed too late that this must be the work of a heartrender, calming your heart until you fell asleep, like a raged child. The world grew dark around you, sedative and warm, letting you slip into dreamland and not even make you question why you were still alive.

[lordkambe]

🎠   title, type, word count: mister president, one-shot, +2k

🎠   character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, bungou stray dogs, woman reader

🎠   genre, rating: nsfw, 18+ only

🎠   themes, triggers: oral ( f receiving ), intense fingering, explicit descriptions

🎠   brief summary:  y/n is an employee at the agency. after being caught in the rain, fukuzawa invites y/n to his place. things heat up. p*rn without a plot tbh.

🎠   author’s note: i am once again yearning about meeting fukuzawa in the rain. this short little one-shot is inspired by an r18 asmr i heard a couple of days ago. i hope you enjoy it ~

the rain was heavy, unrelenting but more importantly unexpected. nevertheless you persevered and were hellbent on returning home. the only thing protecting you from the rain was your coat and the bookbag above your head. your feet pressed against the pavement causing the puddles underneath you to splash.

"y/n."

you turned at the sound of the voice from behind you. underneath the large brim of the umbrella the figure held was fukuzawa, your boss. you'd been working at the agency for a few months alongside naomi and haruno. without much responsibility to your job you didn't expect the president to remember you by name.

you turned to him and bowed in respect. he stepped closer to you the brim of his umbrella now shielding you from the rain. frozen you stood there only inches away from the older gentleman. looking directly at his chest you felt his eyes looking down at you.

"how far is your home?"

tucking the strands of your wet hair behind your ears you looked up at him and responded. "i have to catch the train to get home, i live by the docks."

fukuzawa looked at the horizon.

"that won't do." he said in a low tone. "we can go to my place."

you nearly choked and were quick to thank him for his kindness but you couldn't possibly accept his offer. "mister president, i don't -- i'm thankful but i don't think i should."

"i insist."

now you couldn't resist but to take him up on his offer. you stood closely to his frame as he escorted you to his home. on the way there you stole glances to look up at him. he asked you about your day, how you liked the agency. you'd never heard him speak beyond a few words before but somehow the security he provided you felt like that didn't matter.

within a few blocks the two of you finally found refuge in his home. you watched him trade his shoes for his house slippers and he offered you a pair as well. you stood near the door holding the book bag in front of you unsure of what to do.

"if i knew this were the case, i would've brought something."

"don't be silly." fukuzawa assured you. "there's no need, you can go ahead and take a shower. i'll lend you some clothes."

you nodded your head and entered the bathroom. undressed and now in the shower the warm water fell across your body rinsing away the cold sensation from the rain. underneath the water you stood there and thought for a moment about where you were. you couldn't believe what was happening.

the admiration you had for fukuzawa extended beyond past admiring him as the president of the agency. it was a puppy crush you thought but after the kindness he showed you today it made you fall deeper into your possible delusions. you finally exited the shower and dressed in the clothes he'd given you.

it was a dress shirt that went a little past your knees. he'd offered you a pair of sweatpants as well but considered the shirt fit you like a dress, you opted to not wear the pants. you exited the shower running your hands through your wet hair as you did. "president?" you called out.

you walked into the kitchen where fukuzawa was preparing tea. he stopped to look at you.

"where are your pants?" he asked with his cheeks flushed.

"i-, oh. the shirt fits me like a dress so..."

"fits me like a dress?" he repeated softly.

"what?"

"oh... nothing, i was talking to myself." he cleared his throat and looked down at the tea cups on the table in front of him. he was flustered and you played dumb.

you walked past the table and stood a few inches away from him. as you did the rain outside was furious causing the lights to flicker off. the sudden darkness startled you and instinctively you wrapped your hands around fukuzawa's arm. you pressed your figure close against his and hid your face in his arm.

you feel his figure tighten but he doesn't mention it.

"you're trembling." he decided to note.

you want to let go but you can't seem to bring yourself to. the lights flicker on once more and when they do your hands loosen. you let go and looked away in embarrassment.

"cute." you swore you heard him say it.

"y/n?" he asked and you turned around. 

fukuzawa stepped closer to you and the space between you two laced together. with wide eyes you looked up at him mesmerized by his delicate features. caught up in the moment you rise to your toes and join your lips with his. your fingers tugged the fabric of his robe as you loosened into his touch, and him into yours.

your lips parted from his but the closeness between the two of you remained. he looked down at you and tucked a strand of hair away from your cheek.

“nobody at the agency can know about this.” he told you sternly.

“yes, mister president.”

your lips meet again with such haste. his kissed you passionately and it felt like heaven. both of your lips parted open and your tongues began to wrestle. he pressed your figure against the wall behind you.

“i’ve always admired you.” you admitted between labored breaths.

“as have i...you know how you make me feel when i see you at the agency y/n?”

he doesn’t give you time to answer his lips are attached to yours.

“you look... so cute. i have to restrain myself.”

“a man like you has to restrain himself?” you managed to whine out. you felt his length harden against your thigh and the knot in your stomach tightened. you felt the warmth between your legs grow warmer and warmer with each kiss he gave you.

he responded with a mumble you could barely make out. he was occupied with giving you with kisses you took it a step further and grinded your hips against his. it earned a soft gasp to leave fukuzawa’s mouth. he parted from you and traced his thumb under your lip.

“such a bad girl.” he teased.

“then maybe you should teach me a lesson, mister president.”

he lifted you from your feet and you let out an excited giggle. now in his bedroom he placed you on the bed. you laid back with your arms sprawled but your legs pressed together. he stood at the end of the bed looking at you.

“bad girls need to be taught to be good, no?” it was a question but his tone implied it to be rhetorical. you watched him remove his robe and begin to undress. his figure underneath was revealed and it was everything you hoped and more.

his gently tanned skin complimented his toned physique. his figure was slim but the outline of his muscles provided him with a masculine figure. you noticed the multiple scars littered around his body. stories for another time you mentally noted.

he clicked his tongue. “seconds ago you were grinding against me. making soft lewd noises while you did. now you choose to lay there with your legs closed?”

his eyes had changed. they were filled with lust and eagerness. the adrenaline surged through your veins and you felt your petals throb.

“open your legs.” it was a demand. 

without time to spare you opened your knees parted and you opened your legs. you revealed the wet spot on your panties to him. it caused you to blush in embarrassment. you heard fukuzawa chuckle he stepped closer and knelt down to earn a clearer view. the bed underneath you dipped when fukuzawa pressed his chest against the mattress. you bit down on your lower lip as excitement grew within you. you wanted him and he wasn’t making it easy for you. 

he held your thigh and pressed his lips against it. the action elicited a delicate moan from you. the trail of kisses led closer and closer to where you needed him most but instead of meeting that spot with his lips, you felt the tip of his finger. 

it was gentle against your heat and the room was quiet. 

“please?” you gently muttered out. your sheepishness caused fukuzawa to chuckle. 

“please?” he mocked. “do you want me to fuck you?” he asked rather bluntly. 

“huh?” he added while increasing the pressure on your clothed clit. he got on top of you and you looked up at him. his wide frame consumed you, you took your hand and pressed it against his chest. 

“please...” you cry out again. “fuck me” you add with a lewd moan. 

with his eyes till on you his hand pushed your panties to the side. the cool air flushed against your wet pussy causing a small shiver to run up your spin. he placed his middle finger inside you and just that one finger forced a loud, lewd moan to escape from your lips. 

“it’s just one finger.” he teased. 

then he added another. he began to move them in and out of you in unreliable patterns. the scattered rhythm of his movements made you twitch. 

“your already clenching around my fingers. do you want it that bad, princess?”

it was his words, his actions, the fucking pet name that drove you crazy. you threw your head back against the mattress and twisted the fabric underneath you. your back arched upward --- craving every inch of his touch even if it was just his fingers. 

“i asked you a question, do you want it that bad?”

“y-yes.” you embarrassingly cried out. 

he stopped his movements and you whined. “yes, who?” he asked.

“mister president, yes mister president. please!” 

instead of a verbal confirmation fukuzawa lowered his face against your throbbing, wet pussy. he started with a gentle kiss before penetrating your lips with his tongue. the sound you made ripped from your chest. you were loud and he loved every moment of it. 

his tongue ran up and down your slit before focusing on your clit. he used his middle finger to continue to finger you. the gushing noises from your pussy alone embarrassed you but fukuzawa seemed to enjoy it. your hands let go of the sheets and fell atop of his head. your fingers crawled through the locks of his grey hair. you had to restrain yourself from griding against his face.

as if he read your mind fukuzawa pressed your hips down further onto the mattress with one hand alone. the other hand had it’s middle finger thrusting in and out of you at an intense speed. the sensation mixed with his tongue sucking your clit drove you insane. you were close and he could sense it.

he removed his mouth from your clit and replaced it with his thumb. running circles around the sensitive bud you almost choked at how good it felt. his tongue now lapped around your nipple before finally looked at you.

your lips met in a haste. 

“i want to see that pretty face cum for me.”

“from just my fingers.” 

“cum for me princess. cum.” you nodded your head beads of sweat fell down your forehead. you were shaking underneath him. under his command. you grabbed his wrist feeling the knot in your stomach tightening at an incredible speed. bursts of adrenaline and pleasure were rising in your dripping pussy. 

he asked you again, “cum.”

“i’m gonna -- i’m cu--cumming!” your face contorted to match your ecstasy. the moan that escaped from your chest was loud and echoed throughout the bedroom. you came and while fukuzawa stopped with his motions his fingers were still inside you. he pulled them out shortly afterwards the emptiness caused you to sigh in pleasure. 

his fingers were sticky with your juices. “such a good girl you are.” he praised. “but you made such a mess.”

fukuzawa instructed you to open your mouth and you did. he placed his fingers in your mouth and you licked them clean. he was in awe at the sight of you. “good girl” he praised once more. 

“now.” he said before kissing you. “can you handle a little more, princess?”

you swallowed hard and nodded. 

“yes, mister president.” 

[nad-zeta]

Match up Duo O.O

Hey there, love! Thank you so much @cailannuesugi , for the request!

So I spend long and hard thinking about your matchup! I went through all the potential options and reread your submission multiple times to make sure whoever I chose would actually match you (well according to my opinion anyway) and through it all, there was just one person that in my mind fitted you perfectly..... so without further ado, I present to you your matchup! 

Also, another side note your hair is so freaked beautiful omw I'm jealous! 

So I match you with....................... Kenshin

Selfie matchup part

The first time this boy caught a glimpse of you was when you were saved by Yuki from falling off a freaken cliff.

His first instinct is obviously to be uninterested the second he saw you were a woman

But darn if he can’t help but be captivated by you

The first thing he notices is your bold scarlet lips, the contrast between your lips and skin reminded him of a lone red rose bloomed in the snow 

He couldn’t help but want to compare you to the beautiful woman in an old fable his mother had once told him of as a child. His mother said to him that one day he would find his own beautiful princess like the one in the story, but he long ago stopped believing in fairy tales. 

He felt unsettled by the fact that you matched the very image of the beautiful princess that he had conjured in his mind as a child.

He narrowed his heterochromatic eyes towards you and catch a glance of your eyes, and they were spellbinding 

They were deep, earthy brown, resonating with the soul of the earth 

One look in those big bright deep mahogany eyes seems to melt away at his frozen heart. They are so full of warmth and understanding 

You were messing with his head like no woman has ever done before.

He needed to get away from this woman who reminded him of the purest autumn day, with her long silky honey and spiced hair and sexy ass leather jacket and combat boots.  

“This conversation is boring me, Sasuke. When you’re done, I’ll be at the safe house.”

He needed to walk away and get some fresh air, the fairytales his mom had told him as a child was wrong! He is cursed and damned to spend the rest of his life protecting those he loves from himself; she might have been right about one thing, though. And that is that every fairytale has a monster, it’s just unfortunate that he has turned out to be it.

Now for the Matchup Part 

The first time you saw Kenshin that night, he looked like a mystical creature bathed in moonlight. You honestly couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. He was absolutely beautiful. And ooooh, his eyes were bright and beautiful, each with their own color. One icy blue shining like the surface of a brilliant blue frozen lake. And one green, reminding you of the spring with hues of the forest rimmed coolly with the color of a meadow on a warm summer day. You had never seen such a beautiful man in your whole life. He was the perfect image of winter. But before you could get a better look at this ice prince, he left abruptly. You half-listened to Sasuke’s explanation about the whole-time traveling ordeal. You were too busy daydreaming to care. 

You landed up in Azuchi, and kept mostly to yourself. To say the warlords were intimidated by you would be an understatement. It was only Mitsunari who could see past you resting bitch face and started a friendship with you. From there, your relationships with the other warlords were slowly built. The next time you saw Kenshin was when you were out in the market looking for some good sake to drink. You heard rumors of some dodgy place that sold the best sake in the whole region, and you thought, why not. The place was packed except for the one table near the window. You plonked yourself and ordered. You decided to keep yourself busy by reading a book Mitsunari had borrowed you. You were so thankful at that moment for your cold resting bitchface, cause it ensured that no one would approach you. Kenshin was on the hunt for a drink. He had spent the whole day checking up on Sasuke and spying on the Oda forces, and it was boring him to death. He found a local brewery and decided to go in. Ooh great, it’s packed. He could see on seat over by the window, he stomped his way over there, ordered a drink and plopped himself down. He hadn’t even noticed you until the two of you locked eyes. You felt the presence of someone, and you looked up, annoyed, ready to say something when you saw two familiar eyes staring back at you. You had noticed something in those eyes that you had missed the first time. Loneliness and pain. You looked back down at your book, trying your best not to blush. The two of you just sat there in silence, sipping on your drinks.” Just so you know, I have no intention of wasting my time entertaining you woman”, “That’s good cause I find all men annoying, and I had no intention of entertaining you either.” Both of you were low key too shy and scared to break the ice to actually talk to the other. It was just easier to just sit in silence and drink, while occasionally stealing a glance at the other. At one point in the afternoon, some men decided to harass a woman at a nearby table. Unfortunately for you or maybe fortunately for you, the sake was making you feel feisty and fighty. You stood up and spat a threat to the men harassing her. One thing led to another, and you had solidly punched one of the men in the face... ooops. This didn’t gel well with them because before you knew it, their swords were drawn. Kenshin was low key impressed by your boldness and strength, he decided to lend you a hand, as he too was in the mood for a good fight. He gracefully drew his sword and rested it on one of the men’s throats.  The two of you made a pretty good team, getting rid of the annoying as men that ruined both your drinks. Kenshin couldn’t help thinking of you as a Goddess of war, strong and ready to fight for what is right. Both of you finished off your drinks and left at the same time. “stop following me woman,” “I’m not following you this is just my way home, you stop following me.”  

Since that day, the two of you had coincidently run into each other everywhere you went. You were starting to think fate had a hand in this. Your run-ins started off as cold silences, with only a few words being exchanged and slowly morphed into longer deeper convos ending with Kenshin walking you home. 

One day on a whim, Nobunaga decided to take you with him to battle. You were working in one of the healer’s tents and needed to get supplies. You went into the forest and started gathering up herbs. Shit hit the fan, and all of a sudden, you were in the middle of a full-blown battle, surrounded by the clashing of swords and war cries of warriors. TBH it was very overwhelming, so you crouched down covering your ears from the horrible sounds. That’s when Kenshin spotted you. You looked like a small, frail bunny, shivering from fear. You gave him a weak smile, happy to see a familiar face. And the rest is history. You were now staying in Kasugayama castle as Kenshin’s dearest friend. 

The two of you spend as much time together as possible. The residence of the castle was shook at the news that Kenshin was actually interested in a woman. Their eyes would go wide in disbelief when they saw the two of you together. One day on one of your walks in the garden, you saw Kenshin on his knees, digging in the dirt in a fenced part of the garden. It seemed to be a specific piece of ground that was overlooked by his personal balcony. You watched as he had cleared the whole patch of land and was now starting himself a new fresh garden. You sat on a bench nearby watching him when all of a sudden, a little bunny popped out of nowhere, and then another, and then another, before you knew it, you were surrounded by an avalanche of fluff. You were in bunny heaven, with each of them nuzzling into you and licking your hands to show their love and affection towards you. You soon found out that the god of war loved to keep the company of hundreds of sweet fluffy bunnies. 

You loved spending time in his room with him. While he would work, you would play with all the little bunnies giving them each individual names. Kenshin couldn’t help but look up and think once again that you reminded him of the woman from that fairytale, the way you engaged with the sweet little rabbits. Often you would feel so inspired playing with the fluffy creatures that you would spend hours drawing the most beautiful sketches of them, so beautiful in fact that Kenshin would hang them all over his room and castle. Proudly showing them off to everyone and anyone, and if you didn’t like the beautiful drawings, he would kill you. 

Kenshin loved to spend time with you, and it was no secret to the residence of the castle that he had fallen in love with you. You had accepted him for him. You would listen without judgment when he told you about all the scary things going on in his head. You understood him like no one ever has, and you never tried to fix him but instead had the patience in the world to allow him to heal from his old wounds in his own time. And you love Kenshin with your whole heart; he made you feel unfailing love; he took away all your insecurities and fear. You were the only woman that his eyes will ever see. And he was finally ready to make his feelings for you known and clear. 

The two of you had been in an unofficial relationship long enough. Time to set his plans in motion and make this official. He walked to his private garden and planted the last flower. The very last piece of the puzzle. Every day since the day you had arrived, he had planted a flower. With every flower planted, his heart and mind began to heal. With each passing day, the voices would quieten down. He nurtured and tended to the garden with the utmost care and love. Come hell or high water, we protected the flowers. And now, with the last flower in place, it was ready. He called you to his room and said that he had something important to ask you. You couldn’t miss the tinge of fear and anxiety in his eyes. He covered your eyes with his hands and gently lead you out onto the balcony. And when he lifted his hands so you could see, you saw the most beautiful sight. A beautiful garden filled with flowers in the colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. It looked like something out of a fairytale book. You started to tear up at the meticulous way the flowers had been planted and tended to. Even more so when you noticed that they spelled out, “Will you be my Goddess of war.” You couldn’t help but turn to Kenshin, kissing him all over his face. He kissed your cheek and smiled the most beautiful smile you had ever seen and said that he had one more surprise.

Just then, like clockwork, the army of bunnies hopped into the room, carrying a big box delicately wrapped in paper with hand-drawn bunnies all over it. Kenshin handed you the box urging you to open it, you felt bad ripping the beautiful paper, you recognized that the rabbit drawings were the same same as the ones that had been pained all over Kenshin’s room. You instantly knew it had been his handwork. You carefully opened the gift to see two items. Kenshin lifted a beautiful flower crown out of the box and placed it on your head while saying, “for the princess of my heart.” Then he lifted out a silky soft black fluffy Hoari similar to the one he usually wore and draped it over your shoulders. “I know it might not compare to your favorite leather jacket left in Azuchi, but I hope this will suffice”. You were honestly the happiest woman alive!

Hehe, the two of you were honestly couple goals wearing matching black fluffy capes and cold unapproachable expressions of your face. Only your friends knew that the two of you were the softest, most sensitive people alive. If Kenshin loved drinking and banquets before, he sure as hell loves them even more now, with the love of his love cuddled up in his lap. He has discovered that his beloved bunny gets in an extra fluff mood after a few drinks. Kenshin would always ensure that there were more than enough sweets to keep your sweet tooth satisfied, even threatening to kill Shingen if he dared touch the candy. He would low key feed you the candy while you were cuddled up on his lap. Kenshin loved snuggling and cuddling you during these banquets, occasionally placing a few kisses on your neck and cheek.

The two of your cute love birds can often be found snuggled up in each other’s arms. Kenshin’s absolute favorite, though, is resting his head on your lap while listing to the sound of you beautifully melodic singing. He loved the feeling of your fingers gently playing with his hair. Kenshin can’t help but think back to his childhood and the story his mother had told him. Perhaps his mother wasn’t wrong when she said that he would be blessed to find a beautiful princess. But she did have one fact wrong, he thought. It was not the prince who had saved the princess at the end of the day, but the princess who saved the prince. 

Other potential matches...........................Shingen

Hope ya enjoy gal! And I hope you have a good day and stay safe and well! <3

[dylan-o-yumm]

Yey it's open again! But yeah angsty anon here and want to thank first for writing this one ask where I wasn't sure would you write it or not.... But yeah you did so thanks for that! Anyways first asks I've got was through reading this wedding ask.... So yeah how did nero propose to his s\o? I hope it's the right word...? English is just not my first language... Oof I just hope you know what I mean

(No problem, sweet angsty anon! I’m sorry if the ending to this is pretty shit, I’m not to happy with it tbh)

Nero knew for a while that he wanted to marry you. He didn’t bother buying a ring, because he wanted to give you one of his own that you always admire. He thought it would be more special for you, like he was giving a part of himself to you. It was also easier than picking out something that you might not like, and it was better than having to be away from you, on jobs more so he can scrounge up enough money for a ring. All in all, it wasn’t the ring that made him nervous, it was your reaction and your answer to the big question. 

There were many nights where he finally had the courage to ask you, taking you out on a nice date and being overly sweet to you. However, something always had to interfere or ruin the night. Even if it didn’t bother you that much and was just a small inconvenience, he would postpone asking you because he wanted you to have the best night ever and proposing to you had to be the cherry on top. If you didn’t quite enjoy your meal, or if it was too windy or raining. Anything that wouldn’t matter too much in your books, was what stopped him from bringing the ring out and saying the four little words he’s been waiting to say. 

There was one night where everything seemed to go smoothly, and Nero figured it would be the right time to finally ask. You were both walking through a cute little park to get back to your place and the night was beautiful. He sneakily got the ring out of his pocket and hid it in his palm, holding your hand in his other and turning to look at you both shyly and lovingly… The words were on the tip of his tongue… His heart was pounding… Too bad a little dog had to run up to the two of you and lift its leg right on Nero’s shoe. 

You couldn’t stop laughing, but Nero was frustrated. He stuffed the ring back in his pocket and chalked it up to the fact that maybe it just wasn’t the right time… He would keep the ring on him at all times and when he knew, he knew. But for now, he was going to leave it alone for a while. 

He left it alone for about a month, the ring always in his coat pocket for safe keepings. 

The day he asked you was probably one of the worst dates the two of you had ever been on. The food was horrible, the waiter was rude, it was raining. Everything that Nero found to ruin your previous dates had happened in one night… apart from the dog peeing on him… However, you didn’t care about any of it. You were still smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong. Nero watched you as you told him a funny story about something you had already told him many times, but he loved hearing the way you struggled to contain your laughter as you spoke. 

He knew he wanted to do it then. There was no stopping him now. 

The two of you left the restaurant, stuck walking in the rain since you didn’t have a car to get your back to your place. You were soaked and cold, but Nero wrapped an arm around you to lend you some of his warmth, his hair was sticking to his forehead with droplets of water falling off the tips and cascading down his face. He pushed his hand into his coat pocket, not being able to listen to what you were talking about as his nerves took over and suddenly all he could focus on was the ring he held in his palm. 

“Y/n.” He cut you off from your ramblings, taking his hand out of his pocket and slipping his arm off you to instead hold your hand. You looked up at him quizzically when he stopped walking, gently yanking you to stand with him. He had some trouble meeting your eyes, his throat suddenly seeming very dry and his heart hammering like mad in his chest. You could tell something was up, instantly. 

“What’s up?” You asked in a soft tone, stepping closer to him. He then looked up, meeting your warm eyes and soft expression. He wanted this. The ring burned in his hand, always taking up half his thoughts. You smiled ever so softly at him, instantly soothing his worries. He knew you loved him and there was no reason for you to say no, right? The overwhelming warmth spread through his chest the longer he looked at you, a sudden image flashing in his mind of you and him, a lot older than you are now, with a child in your arms, living a happy life together. 

That image gave him the confidence he needed. 

He opened your hand, placing the ring in your palm and quickly closing your fingers over it before you could see it. It was a way to make sure he didn’t chicken out as he spoke to you, needing you to hold it so he couldn’t back down, no matter what. He was sure you could feel exactly what it was, but that didn’t matter right now. He continued to hold your closed fist, staring at it as he spoke few words that made your heart melt. 

“You’re many things to me. My girlfriend, the love of my life, my favourite person—“ You chuckled at that, already knowing where this was going but you didn’t dare interrupt him. Your eyes started to water as he continued. “— But most of all, you’re my best friend. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you… So, will you give me the pleasure of being able to also call you my wife?” He finished, releasing his grip on your hand so you could open your fingers and look at the ring. 

A tear slipped down your cheek as you saw your favourite ring that Nero used to wear. It would be too big for you but maybe you could put it on a chain and wear it as a necklace instead. You closed your hand again, squeezing the silver ring in your hand as you looked up to see him awkwardly shifting on the spot. He was always so cocky and proud and now he’s a nervous wreak. You smiled brightly, grabbing his hand in your free one and squeezing.

“I’m pretty sure fiancé comes first, but yes. Yes, of course. I will marry you” You laughed as you spoke, watching his face light up quickly, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He seemed at a loss for words, stuttering and stumbling his speech, so he simply resorted to pulling you too him and wrapping his arms around you, tightly holding on and pressing kisses to your cheek repeatedly.    

The two of you kissed and hugged in the rain for what felt like hours, sure to get a cold but neither of you cared in that moment. It was sweet and you most certainly looked forward to marrying the young devil hunter who you considered to be your soul mate. 

[secretsappyabode]

You're so sweet Tiff, I appreciate you and your lovely words on my bunny art with Graves ;----;!!!!!!!! They really mean a lot to me, thank you so much for them ✨🧡🥺

I wanted to come ask, what are some Soft Moments™ that you can think of off the top of your head between you and Stan / you and Ford? Like,,,, maybe cleaning their glasses for them 👉🏽👈🏽🥺?

Sunny @tex-treasures

SUNNY HELLO HELLO I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL MY FRIEND!!!! PLEASE IT WAS MY PLEASURE :D!!!

some soft moments eh????? *slams desk* WELL THATS WHAT THIS PLACE IS BEST KNOWN FOR COME RIGHT IN STEP RIGHT UP

stan:

he gives such good hugs!!! he got big arms for warmth and for holding, he holds close and he holds tight.

speaking of which, it took a while for him to warm up to receiving affection from me. hes happy to give, but its rare that hes on the receiving end. feeling special is...alien to him. and he wonders if hes allowed to give in to the pampering. (give into the affection staniel give iiiiiiiin)

when he wld get into a fight, either a win or a loss, i take him to the lounge, sit him down and patch him up. cleaning up wounds, wrapping bandages around his fists, applying ice packs to any bruises. he's still getting used to being treated so gently.

we try to make each other laugh! stan is naturally a funny guy so its a major achievement when i tell a joke and he laughs out loud. but hes the one that started this contest. earlier on in our relationship hed try to get a laugh out of people, especially me. any sarcastic comment, any funny quip, remark or joke he made and i laughed at, he'd beam with pride. (i may not have much, but at least im good at this, he thinks) later on i learn its cuz he likes my laugh and he wants to hear it often, to which im like 🥺.......oh

when it comes to compliments, stan can dish it out but he cant take it. one thing that this man is not used to its blunt genuine compliments. i just say smth i genuinely like abt him out of the blue and he like has to stop to process what just happened because what the fuck?? did she?? hello??? "wow stan i rarely see you this focussed! its quite admirable actually. youre just so 'in the zone' yknow?" *keep it together stan keep it together dont lose it* "...........NON SPECIFIC EXCUSE! NYEH!" (smacks stuff off the table and runs)

stan may not know what advice to give, or what words of comfort to use to make a situation better, but by god he will listen, he will listen. he can play the tough guy act all he wants, hes a softie in the inside, and he cares. he wants to help chase the pain away somehow. and sometimes thats all i need, someone to lend an ear. and a hug. luckily stan is great at both of those things.

ford

u said it friend, the only reason why ford glasses are always clean is cuz i clean them for him. the nerd will do ANYTHING and they wld just get dirty. (just carry some lens wipes smh) ford likes the gesture tho, so he probably does this on purpose lmao

i sing songs for him on occasion. (i sing for both of them tbh) nothing fancy, just a lil tune on a ukelele, sometimes its to help ford sleep. one time he caught me practising this song, asked what it was for, and i revealed that i was gonna sing it to him on our first dating anniversary. he pulls me into a kiss after that.

when we sit out in the forest reading books or just sitting and talking, he'd pet my hair. i IMMEDIATELY become putty and i will fall asleep right there.

when we kiss, ford always asks me first before we do it. even after we've long established that a kiss is welcome, he still wants to ask cuz he still gets a bit nervous.

ford insists to help me with my chores when im having a bad day. whether its my period, or exhaustion, or i dealt with smth intimidating/scary, he gently lays me down on the bed and takes over my tasks for the day. which is ironic cuz he will work himself to death, but the moment i feel a little fatigued he stops EVERYTHING to make sure im resting properly before he continues jfhjdshfjds

we hold hands!!! it takes a while for him to warm up to positive contact with his hands, but later on he'll jump to any opportunity to hold mine. the first time we did it, i could tell he was stiffening up, so i looked at him and said "if this is about your hands, im not bothered by them. i never was. you can relax around me." i guess ford took that to heart

going back on me giving blunt compliments, ford is not immune to that either. "yeah i did this because i love you." "oh but i like how fluffy your hair is." "your passion for this stuff is so contagious and its never a bore when you explain all this stuff to me." "ford you're literally a joy to be around." he just starts short-circuiting.

basically were helping each other tear down our walls and letting ourselves be vulnerable to each other (for diff reasons of course) i feel like theres more i cld say rn but isnt that always the case lol

[bnha-headcanons]

Kirishima, Izuku, Iida, and Todoroki with an s/o with anxiety (or one who gets randomly sad) plz

Coming right up! 

Kirishima:

- Cuddles for days.

- He lends his s/o his sweaters because they’re warm and comfy.

- If they’re feeling particularly anxious, he’ll run his fingers through their hair or give them a massage and a hug.

- He’ll let them borrow his MP3 and his earbuds if a situation is too much for them.

Izuku:

- He’ll hug his s/o and not let go.

- Builds them a blanket fort and they can just snuggle until everything’s okay.

- Ends up panicking himself a little and starts mumbling if he doesn’t know what to do.

- He’s definitely the one to go if his s/o needs some comfort. He’s the comfort master.

Iida:

- He’ll ask them what’s bothering them and if he can do anything to help.

- Even though he’s rather serious, he’ll try telling jokes or making funny faces.

- He’ll just hold them until they calm down (and even for a while afterwards to make sure).

- He reads books and articles online to figure out what he’s supposed to do the poor boy someone help him.

Todoroki:

- Tbh this boy has no idea what to do, so he tries whatever he thinks will work usually it doesn’t and he ends up making it worse.

- After failing so many times, he’ll just figure ‘screw it’ and he’ll hug his s/o tightly while using his Quirk to add some extra warmth (he’s careful so he doesn’t burn them).

- In public, he’ll hold their hand and talk for them if they have social anxiety.

- When he’s truly stumped on what to do, he’ll go to Izuku or Momo for advice. And then he’ll cuddle with his s/o.

I hope this is what you were hoping for! :)

[lesoleilxjulien]

tokyo - alternate.

if they wouldn't share the same flight Jerome would just stand defeated in the airport tbh if Julien had to leave first. He'd just let voices pass along him because he doesn't care to pay attention. BUT okay. He walks around and i feel Julien would spot him first because he's just paying attention to nothing in particular with him being so tired and emotionally drained and ;-; its so strange because Jerome hasnt felt visibly small since he arrived in Korea, in need of protection or a safety net. But Julien would just protect Jerome with these things when people question and bug him about it and Jerome just gets visibly uncomfortable and pained to Julien and oh mygOD

He overhears some idols talking about who's hooked up w who and the mention of Jerome and that model catches his attention; he's ready to yell at them and chastise them for their actions but it's a flash of a camera that stops him. It's a reminder that they're in public, and he can't be like that in public. But while waiting for Jerome he finally sees him and jogs over to catch his attention. There'd be a light touch of Julien's hand on Jerome's back, guiding him to an area in the airport lounge that's relatively quiet and empty before having a seat. "Hey;;" he'd murmur softly, sitting next to him "did you get some rest?

JULIEN MY SON IN LAW. The fact that he almost broke his public presence when it was about Jerome hurts me so much? But Jerome is hardly paying attention until he feels the hand on his back and he's startled but the second he sees it's Julien he relaxes instantly, eyes lighting up just like they did every time he received a text. He just follows him without a word, his expression telling enough even with half of his face obscured with the black mask. They walk until the lounge and Jerome can't stop looking at him, sometimes letting his gaze fall to the floor but never in front of him, trusting him enough to guide him. And when they reach the lounge they'd sit together and he hears Julien ask him that, eyes falling to concentrate on his hands folded between his legs. "No." He mumbles truthfully behind the mask. He felt like he should've lied, say he rested up nicely but he couldn't. He dodges questions with Julien but would never lie. Could never lie. He doesn't like lying. Lying hurts. And he could and would never lie to the person he cares for the most. That's what Marie did. Lie. And he hates her for it. "Not after you left." He'd look at him then with an expression that almost told him not to feel guilty about it. Because there is nothing to be guilty about, only to feel special over that /he/ was the one that got him to sleep. He'd pull his facemask down then to make himself more heard instead of muffled under the fabric. "Did you? You still looked so tired."

UGH YES. They're lucky he didn't clock them honestly. Especially bc they don't know the truth and they should be the ones that know how rumors go better than anyone. But they'd just be sitting in a corner and Julien has his book in his lap and his americano in his other hand while listening to Jerome. He'd frown that Jerome couldn't sleep, but he'd nod in understanding but smile softly and pull off his own mask. "No, I just ended up reading and getting ready. Couldn't sleep." But he'd hold out his iced americano "want some? If not, maybe you can sleep on the plane?

Ok but sleep deprived Jerome who is feeling all types of way and couldn't vocalize shit just when he was in such close proximity now feels a bit bold and he'd just sigh softly before humming. He'd stare at the drink for a moment before refusing it but showing gratefulness at the offer. He doesn't have much energy and even drinking would feel like a choir, even if the drink would help him get energized for moment. "I'd crash. Worse than now." He says, rubbing his eye before letting himself slouch down in the seat, eyes closing for a moment. head lolled back slightly. "Hmm. Plane. Maybe." He'd take in a breath. "Maybe I can even sleep here." and he'd stay like that for a moment, just eyes closed and looking like he was about to fall asleep before he'd open them again, looking directly at the other again. Boldness sets in. "Why didn't you stay? The night? We'd both would have a good sleep. I think... I think we could've come up with an excuse..You're my friend right? My best friend.. My.." He doesn't finish the sentence, instead starting a new one after a swallow and an averted gaze. "It wouldn't be that strange, would it? Two friends... together.. spending the night." He'd let his gaze fixate on something that happens in the distance, a couple walking, a few idols standing around, the lights of the signs. "It would've made you less reliant on that." Blindly he points at the coffee cup before he lets his hand drop to push himself up straight again. "Would've made me look less.. dead.:" He says this all in a very hushed tone, only speaking to Julien and no one else. He'd hunch forward, elbows on his thighs as he places the palms of his hands on his eyes to rub again. "Ah, I haven't looked like this in a while." PhOnE cAlL. He'd just sit like that for a tad bit until he moves his head so his hands are holding up his face as he looks at Julien again, his eyes slightly watery and red from the tiredness and rubbing he just did. He changes the subject. "Do we actually sit next to each other.. on the plane? Or..." and ok the reason for this sudden rush of boldness is everything combined. The location isn't just them. Though he was staring at him the whole way to where they are seated now it was more of a /Julien I can finally see you/ moment. And he was a bit in awe. But now he feels the need to talk, even if his words seem from wherever, he wants to talk to Julien. im- rip

And if Jerome wanted to get some sleep in the lounge, Julien would be okay with it. He'd even lend his jacket to cover Jerome like a blanket if he needed it;;;; although when Jerome asks him that, Julien kind of freezes. Why is Jerome asking for such a thing from him? Julien would bite down on his lip, dropping his gaze and giving a little shrug to feign nonchalance, but his ears start to turn a rosy shade. "Maybe if I stayed we'd still be in the room instead of here," he'd murmur, pausing to sip from his americano. "Wouldn't that be more strange than a slumber party between... best friends?" He asks. And he says best friends after a pause bc at this point, he's starting to feel a little confusion about what he and Jerome are. Are they more than friends? Just best friends? It's complicated, he thinks. But he throws the idea to the back of his mind. Instead, he takes another sip of his drink, watching as Jerome rubs his face before looking at him. "I mean. I'm sure we could probably sweet talk whoever is in the next seat over to switch, if you'd like that. It'd make the flight much more bearable." And they talk. It's soft and mumbled to each other but it's a talk;;;;;

Jerome would gladly fall asleep now, head resting on Juliens shoulder and jacket covering him. But he tries to stay awake. So he talks. And thoughts slip out. But Juliens answers peak his interest. He's looking at him then so he'd notice the reddening of ears but just barely because hes's registering Juliens answer. Would they? Would they still lay together then? Still with Juliens arms around his waist and his back against Juliens chest, just eyes closed and bathing in the warmth that left too soon. Did Julien just admit he'd hold him for so long then? Did Jerome hear it correctly? He just blinks and tries not to let his skin colour because it would be too noticeable on his paled skin, he flushing slightly though, not having the power for anything let alone stop something like that. "Mhm. Might be. Might not be. All I know is that I wouldn't mind. I don't mind things when they involve you." He admits, a slight play on the words he barely whispered in the night when the other asked him if holding him was okay. He ends up leaning against him when Julien finishes talking, his eyes closed against but this time he doesn't look like he's drifting off into sleep. "I'd like that. We'd be able to..." and he leaves his sentence there, eyes closed, head against Juliens shoulder, thoughts a jumbled mess. ;-;

TBH and Julien will shut anything down so fast. And Julien's ears would be rosy and his cheeks a light pink as he holds his book and drink while Jerome sleeps. And it's true, really. Julien would be able to sleep. They'd be curled up and the entire day would pass by but they'd be asleep until finally waking up after being well rested. But julien would hum softly. "I wouldn't mind either," he'd murmur. And honestly with Jerome sleeping, julien would sit and stay still, simply reading and drinking from his coffee before it's their turn to get on the plane. And he'd gently nudge Jerome, shaking his shoulder "time to board."

The sunlight would pour between the curtains like honey, illuminating the two sleeping figures but not awakening them. They'd just be close and intimate and in their sleep there is no things to hold them back but to curl against one another under the warm blankets. THEM WAKING UP AFTER THOUGH. Jerome would turn around in Juliens arms after just a while of just them wakening up and their noses would touch and both look like disheveled messes but they both look so beautiful and Jerome just stares at him in the low light of the sun through the window aND WOW I GOTTA STOP THIS DIDNT HAPPEN WHY AM I TYPING SM???? JUMPS but Jerome is against his shoulder and he catches only parts but he's content with letting go. Time would pass and when Julien would awaken him he's blinking his eyes open after moments and the lights would hurt, getting a bit teary eyed because of it but he's looking at Julien now before nodding and reluctantly moving his head off of his shoulder. He stretches, raised hand finding his eye to rub the sleep out of it, yawning. He stays seated for a bit, hands now on his lap, eyes half closed as he looks at whatever is happening in the background before getting up, extending a hand to Julien with not much thought, just natural impulses, as he tries to find his ticket-

he finds it much easier to sleep with Jerome around. ALSO AGREED THO. Like they probably would have overslept and woke up like that but it's so slow and lazy for them, neither of them want to get out of bed. Julien even probably wonders if they could stay another night so they can sleep;;; as soon as Jerome is awake and no longer leaning on him Julien stretches, rising up from the seat with his book tucked under his arm and drink almost finished. But julien actually reaches out and takes his hand in his for a few moments too, mostly bc he's telling himself that he's just leading him from his seat and it means nothing. Ugh these cuties.

Ugh but ok when Julien takes his hand Jerome actually doesn't let go. He doesn't want to. He's standing up and finds his ticket, glancing down at it whilst his hand sits comfortably in Juliens for moments too long but not to be let go of. "Lead the way." He'd say quietly as he glances away from his ticket

Julien would lead Jerome to the gate and would only let go to present his ticket to the agent but once he gets it back he's already grabbing Jerome's hand and heading to the entrance of the plane "I'm sure our managers are fine sitting together," he'd murmur, leading Jerome to where he was assigned;;;;;

rIP Jerome just follows him, shuffling along, almost looking disappointed when Julien has to let go of his hand but their hands are connected again soon after and he feels ok again. I think around this time he doesn't want to leave Juliens side, like at all, so he'd just nod and "They have no choice anyway." said in hushed tone as they walk through the plane. Because honestly tired emotionally drained Jerome will have it be known if his manager complains, but she wouldn't because Jerome rarely looks this bad and she remembered dealing with him during the times of his debut and the phone call and all that, that she rather avoids him like this all together. And Julien is a good influence, she thinks. If the seats would be empty still Jerome wouldn't let go of his hand, instead they'd sit down together and the second they do Jerome's head rests against Juliens shoulder, hair tickling Juliens neck as he just curls against him and gets comfortable, and he would just cover their connected hands with his other one, no time to waste. He has to catch up on what they had back in the hotel room.

and honestly Julien's manager knows how Julien gets and kind of lets him do his thing. He's had to sit next to people before e.g. Azumi bc she's afraid of flying, and his manager knows him so she doesn't mind either. Their managers would probably just be friends at that point. But with Jerome curled up against him and trying to get rest, Julien can't seem to sleep just yet. He's too worried about Jerome, hoping Jerome can actually sleep on the flight, so he instead spends the flight reading and keeping an eye on the man next to him during the entire flight;;;;

AND yo Julien is so precious. Jerome sleeps like a baby on the plane, having fallen asleep just moments after the plane took off. He'd murmur in his sleep some incoherent sentences, hands sometimes holding onto Juliens a bit tighter before relaxing and having his head turn a bit on his shoulder. A peaceful look is plastered all over his tired face that wasn't there when he opened the door to his hotelroom or when he came into the airport. He feels at ease now. Serene in the moment of just holding onto Julien and knowing nothing could hurt him. HONESTLY when Jerome eventually awakens he looks like a disheveled puppy, blinking his eyes open and yawning slightly before looking first at their connected hands he refused to let go off in his sleep and then up to Julien who looks so handsome behind the veil of awakenings.

he occasionally turns to watch Jerome sleep before returning to his book and he knows some people are glancing over bc they still can't figure out how the two are so close bc they're so different. But when he awakes Julien still looks hella exhausted but he smiles softly at Jerome. "Good morning, sunshine. We're back in Seoul." And he'd give his hand a squeeze ;;;;;

Jerome sees him as he blinks his sleepy eyes awake and notices the lack of sleep written over his face. But he also notices the smile and his heart leaps. "You're the sunshine-" He murmurs back quietly as eyebrows knit together in a slight frown of concern when he takes a second good look at him after glancing down at their hands again. With the one hand free from the warm grasp of Juliens, he lets it caress over his cheek for a moment, bumping up his glasses clumbsily in his sleepy state as he just lets the natural action play out. He only stops brushing his digits over his cheek when he comes to the realization that they are still on a plane, still in public, not under the warm blankets of a Tokyo hotel room. He lets his hand drop, retreat as you will, to have it fall in his lap. But not before he whispers. "You haven't slept, you should have slept." Thumb brushing along his cheek bone before eventually dropping his hand. "Why haven't you slept?"