#kiku squeaks

[nonspeakingkiku]

This is most of Kiku's low tech AAC stuff ☺️

ID: letterboards, coreboards, communication cards, and two PODD books spread out on a pink and purple crochet blanket. End ID

ID: Two PODD books on a pink and purple crochet blanket. End ID

ID: Five different color letterboards spread out on a pink and purple blanket. End ID

ID: Six communication boards layed out out on a pink and purple blanket. End ID

ID: Two LAMP words for life communication boards, one high contrast the other not.

ID: Three stacks of communication cards on a pink background. End ID

Kiku has a few other communication boards that are scattered through the house and Kiku didn't remember to get them and Kiku also has a picture card binder, a visual schedule, and 1 tactile symbol (want to have a whole collection one day). There might also be some other things that Kiku can't think of right now.

[flowerwrites06]

golden lotus II — kth

Plot: Refusing and underestimating a warning from Time can have its prices. One God pays the worst of it.  Pairing(s): God!Taehyung x Goddess!OC (Name: Angel)  Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+  Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series  Word Count: 6.9k Genre: Romance Fantasy | Gods & Goddesses  Tags & Warnings: sexual content, violence, jealousy, obsession (not from main couple), character death (temporary)   Authors Note: the second part!

Crisp morning air brushed against his tired skin though it couldn’t sour his mood in the slightest. Angel had suggested for them to take a walk up the mountains so she could check on some mushrooms growing while also showing him something special. Taehyung didn’t care what it was but still had an excited tingle in his belly seeing how happy she got talking about it.

The sky still had a greyish blue hue as the sun slept for a couple more hours. Kiku, the Sun Goddess hated autumn mornings the most and tried to oversleep just until it was too close to midday. Mountains of fresh green, scent of morning dew in the damp air as Taehyung watched Angel’s hair flowing over her face. He had the strongest urge to brush the strands away, touch her soft skin again after so long but kept his hands to himself.

“You aren’t allergic to mushrooms, are you?” Angel asked, a little breathless going up the incline of the mountain but her tone was still bright.

“Not at all.”

“Good.” She spoke with a smile squeaking her voice. “I’m going to make some mushroom stew. I heard it can warm your heart in the coldest winter.”

Taehyung smirked, stopping himself from playfully tapping her flushed nose. “Where did you hear that?”

“There’s this nice lady who gives me strawberries from her farm in exchange for my figs. She tells me the stories behind different foods.” Angel shrugged lightly. “It’s—comforting knowing everything in nature has its own meaning and purpose. Almost reassures you that your purpose will come alive one day.”

“Is this not your purpose?” He gestured out to the view.

Hazy blue mountains almost blurred like abstract strokes of a painting while the trees looked like their own shadows in full form. Angel couldn’t help but sigh a little happily. “I love this place. It’s the only thing that could ever feel like home for me…but—”

“But?” Taehyung’s expression softened as he tried to search for more answers in her eyes. Except they were just as confused as he was.

“There’s a part of me missing…I don’t know…my mind conjures up all these thoughts that…strange thoughts like I’m—” Angel had to pause as they reached the denser parts of the forest. “Like I’ve run away from home almost.”

His heart jolted in excitement even though there was a slight tinge of sadness. Taehyung knew Angel long enough to see the sheer confusion and loss hidden in her eyes. Confusion he wished he could dissipate in seconds but any explanation would have caused more headaches than she deserved.

Angel breathed out a chuckle. “You must think I’m crazy.”

“No.” Taehyung didn’t hesitate. “You’re not crazy. You’re thoughtful, it’s nice.” Corner of his lips tilted upward watching her glistening eyes flickered over his way. The brightness behind his favourite orbs brought a comfort in his belly.

She grinned, continuing to walk so the burn on her cheeks wouldn’t become far too visible to him.

Through the thick forest, the trees were decorated with moss while the floor was lightly scattered with growing mushrooms. Angel had a keen eye in recognizing which ones were edible and immediately crouched down to gently pull them out. As she placed the mushrooms into the basket hanging over her elbow, she moved to pat the damp soil affectionately. “Thank you.” She murmured.

His human formed heart must have been incredibly weak as it practically melted hearing her sweet voice sending her gratitude to the land. Even as a human, Angel was perfect beyond imagination. “You thank the land?” Taehyung smiled unable to breathe in proper patterns as the urge to kiss her cute cheek overwhelmed him.

“The forest is a living entity.” Angel explained, standing back up on her feet. “By doing this, I’m taking pieces of her so it’s good to give thanks.”

“That’s really sweet.” You’re amazing. You always were. Taehyung wanted to say so much more but his throat kept closing from how fast his heart raced through his ribcages.

Angel giggled lightly almost killing the God in the process before they both walked further up the mountain. Heat gathered under her clothes, sweating sticking it to her skin. Her excitement, however, surpassed every other discomfort. “I found this place when I first came here…can’t even remember when.” Or maybe it was a dream? Nothing never came clear to her anymore. “But I know it’s sacred. Some people don’t even believe it exists.”

Taehyung furrowed his brows as they walked through the thinning trees. A burst of nostalgia tingling down his spine when he looked around at the colorful flowers growing near the moss covered trees. He had been here before. Centuries ago, he remembered padding through this very area where his entire life changed. It couldn’t be though.

However once they reached a little clearing bursting with gold, butterflies soared across Taehyung’s belly. Blossoms gathered all around into a beautifully random field with only or two trees providing shade making it look brighter than the other parts of the forest.

“I call them Golden Lotuses.” Angel’s voice broke through his thoughts. “They kind of look like them anyway.” She carefully padded through the field making sure not to step on any of the flowers while Taehyung—as speechless as he was followed without question.

She found a big enough patch of grass so they could sit down and rest for a few moments. Once Angel settled herself, she looked up at Taehyung expectedly before he finally took the hint and sat down in front of her. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She smiled around at the flowers, petal shining in gold and the bits of pollen resembling glitter of some kind glimmering like tiny diamonds. “I told the lady about a field like this and she said it sounded like the birthplace for the Goddess of Creation.”

Taehyung’s head shot up, breathing hitching slightly in his throat. “You–you know the Goddess of Creation?” He tilted his head.

“Only from stories.” She giggled shyly. “I usually hear stories of her in tragedies. They say she was murdered by the Goddess of Living Souls because she was jealous of her beauty. The Great Protector was being distracted by something so he couldn’t save her on time.”

“Or the Great Protector was an asshole who couldn’t listen to his wife properly.” Taehyung mumbled a little in anger. However, the heat in his chest slowly faded into a flutter hearing Angel laugh again.

“That’s one theory, I suppose.” Angel gazed around in silence, taking in the comforting scent that almost resembled a warm vanilla. Her eyes paused on a tiny bud hidden amongst the fully bloomed and she reached out to gently pull it from the ground. She patted the ground again silently thanking the earth before facing Taehyung. “May I?”

Taehyung’s features softened seeing her kneel down in front of him. He had for a second forgotten just how small his love was, remembering how he used to cradle her in a way while she told him stories. “Yeah.” His voice was a whisper as the ability to gain a higher tone seemed impossible with how Angel was shifting closer.

Angel placed the bud behind his ear gently, fluffing his hair so it connected well with his entire look before shifting back with an accomplished smile. “Gold looks nice on you.” The pollen glitters made his deep eyes sparkle causing her to stare a little longer than she probably should have been.

Lips stretched out into a smile as he practically let himself drown into her gaze. Even in this form, Angel looked so thoughtful whenever she looked over him. As if she wanted to ask so many questions and express so many feelings but ended up becoming comfortably quiet to take everything in. “What’re you thinking about?” Taehyung wanted to keep his voice calm so he wouldn’t disturb the peace between them.

“I just feel nice sharing this with someone.” Angel shifted back into herself though a smile was still present on her lips. “Feels lonely sometimes being up here.”

“I’ll be here now though.” Taehyung reached his hand out for a moment before pulling back.

“But for how long? Not everyone likes being away from the world.”

“I don’t mind being away from the world.” He never lived in this world in the first place. Niether did she. “I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

Angel hummed happily, cheeks burning a little. “Thank you.”

-

“Why have you called me?” Jungkooks’ deadpan voice echoed slightly in the throne room. Hatred always radiated around the Gods aura whenever he came close to Jimin but this was not the time to be bothered by it.

With a twitch of his plump lips, he spoke. “You might despise my very presence…but we’re not so different from each other.” Jimin stood in front of the throne almost as a protective stance. Only his Master could ever sit on it. No one else.

Jungkooks didn’t hold in his bitter laugh. “Ingars are rejected beings of the world. No one wanted to birth you as a human so you’re here…slaves of Gods. We are not the same.”

Jimin kept his chin raised despite the burn brewing in his stomach. “However we have a very similar goal.”

“And what is that?” He seethed.

“You don’t want Angel and Taehyung to reunite just as much as I do.”

The God scoffed although it wasn’t hard to notice his confidence diminishing ever so slightly. “What’re you talking about?”

Fingers clasped together, Jimin stood for a few silent moments to relish in his upper hand before speaking again. “Ingars can sense a Gods power. That is also why we’re slaves of Gods because we understand what we’re up against and we’re not stupid.” He raised a brow. “And you, great God…I can practically smell the desire on you for the Goddess of Creation.”

Bitter smile faded as Jungkooks narrowed his gaze, clear scowl across his features as the amber beamed in his eyes, perfect to intimidate anyone who stood in his way.

Except Jimin was far too dedicated to Taehyung to feel fear for another God anymore.

“You can’t deny it.” The Ingar shook his head. “You’ve always wanted to know what she tasted like. You still do. Now she’s there…no recollection of Taehyung.” A smile ghosted over his lips seeing the softened expression on Jungkooks. “A blank slate of absolute beauty and ethereal power.”

Gaze burned into him with the slight vision of Jimin’ head bursting into flames as he screamed in agony. Despite his mental protests, the thought did seep through to his conscious mind. How Angels’ long, flowing hair would feel in between his fingers. How she smelled whenever she passed him. The moans he caught when walking by their chambers. So needy and sweet. “You really think you have any authority to tell me what I can or can’t do?” Jungkooks hated that his voice was soft, almost meek.

Jimin only grinned as something tingled down his spine. He was breaking. “I don’t have to tell you to do anything. You are—after all—the God of Indulgence. It’s what you do best.” His eyes brightened watching the acceptance as Jungkooks’s eyes faded into a hazel again. “Indulge.”

“Taehyung is going to hate you for saying this.” He tilted his head.

His lips twitched now hearing those dreadful words. Jimin kept his stance as proper as he could pretending it didn’t feel like a thousand stabs to his chest. “No God should be maddened by love to abandon his throne and give it to an Ingar. Don’t you think a God with a clearer mind would let you rule the Heavens in his stead?”

Thankfully, Jungkooks moved deep into thought again unable to form a decent response. Taehyung did trust people far too blindly. Maybe something had to be done about this reunion. But…

“Don’t worry about Belle.” Jimin spoke before Jungkooks’ thoughts could catch up to him. “She would understand that you have bigger things to take care of.”

Jungkooks pressed his lips together. He wanted to spend more time to think it through but there was this tug at the pit of his belly. This is what you do. It’s what you were born for.

Taehyung had the heavens and the love of the Earth, even the good graces of the Mother herself. It was why he was chosen out of the three brothers despite being the youngest. That didn’t mean he deserved to have Angel twice over. He didn’t listen to Tempus. He lost her once. He doesn’t deserve to get her back again.

“I’ll take care of it.” Jungkooks answered trying not show the twisted tickle of excitement that brewed in his stomach as he turned on his heel and moved to the earth below.

The God disappeared from the throne room leaving Jimin to relish in his second achievement with a wide grin and sigh of relief.

“Why did you do that?”

Jimin turned his head to see Hoseok coming out from one of the pillars with a saddened expression. “You wouldn’t understand. I do this for Taehyung.” He kept his gaze at the front of the throne room.

“Belle takes care of Ingars, Jimin.” Hoseok winced. “She’s practically our Mother, you can’t just—”

“Taehyung is my Master.” He shot the other a warning glare.

Hoseok tightened his jaw, shaking his head. “Even if Jungkooks does succeed in taking Angel…how do you think Taehyung is going to feel? He’s been grieving her for centuries, you really expect him to just forget her again.”

“If Angel stays a human and falls in love with someone else then he might.”

“How do you know she’s even going to fall in love with him?”

“It’s Jungkooks sole ability to bring out the indulgent desires in people. She’s going to fall in love with him…and stay away from Taehyung.” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having his Master all to himself again.

Hoseok, on the other hand, felt fearful seeing the expression on Jimin’s face and finding nothing but an obsession rotten into pure madness.

-

Coming into the village always became a daunting and refreshing experience for her after being surrounded by animals and plants for most of the year. Angel rode her scooter slowly until she came to a stop near farmer Mins store. Bags of freshly harvested rice carried over to the machine where Min would refine until it turned into a white-ish colour ready to cook.

Angels shoulders ached a little from lugging it around but thankfully, the days were a little cooler nowadays despite sweat gathering at the back of her neck.

“Still not giving up your secret on how you manage to grow all these things so quickly?” Min teased, lines on his tanned face prominent when he grinned.

She chuckled breathlessly placing her hands on her waist. “It’s just luck.” Angel blew cold air down her chest to freshen herself a little when Min moved onto the second bag.

The purr of a motorcycle slowed down in front of the shop. Figure dressed in complete black, long dark parted to the side touching his lashes as he got off the vehicle and picked a metal box strapped on the passenger seat.

Angels eyes flickered down on how tightly his arms flexed clearly heavy before she quickly pulled her gaze away, mentally slapping herself for staring.

“The spare parts you wanted.” He breathed out, placing it on the counter.

“Thank you, son.” Min acknowledged while working on the last bag of rice. “This is Jungkooks, he’s been helping me for a couple of days.” He gestured to the young man.

Jungkooks turned to face the girl, eyes softening as he gave her a small smirk.

“Nice to meet you.” Angel spoke with shy close-lipped smile.

“This is Angel, she works up at the farms in the mountains.” Min continued to introduce the both of them as the machine turned off causing a buzz in their ears.

“That’s a lot of bags to take up the mountains.” Jungkooks looked down at the four thick rice bags. “You want some help?”

While Angel would love to argue that she could do it herself, there was an ache on her shoulder that screamed a little louder. “Uh—yes, if it’s not trouble. Just two of them would be okay.”

“No problem.” Jungkooks smiled walking over to the bags and carrying one of them with surprising ease over his shoulder and placing it on the passenger seat. He could still feel her gaze on him when he carried the second one causing a slight tingle in his belly. How long had he observed those same eyes fixated on Taehyung the whole time? With a light sigh, he had the stacks on the passenger seat before he securely strapped them in. “Did you need help to putting them on your scooter?”

Angel hummed a little in question, quickly mentally nudging herself before shaking her head. “No, no it’s okay. I’ll take these ones.” She chuckled nervously.

Her shoulder panged a little more with pain but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Starting up her scooter again, Angel drove back up to the mountains while Jungkooks followed with a roar of his motorcycle for the incline.

Sun shone brightly down the mountains today, trees and grass a beautiful shade green perfectly accompanied by the bright blue sky. If Angel didn’t know any better she would’ve thought an enlarged picture was displayed before her. Nature sometimes looked far too beautiful to be real.

Angel opened the wooden gates so they could both drive their small vehicles into the courtyard to park. They dropped the rice bags onto the ground for Angel to take care of later.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. “You really didn’t have to.”

“It’s no trouble, seriously.” Jungkooks grinned.

Angel drawled out her gaze again unable to take it off, seeing his hair a little clumped together from sweat and his caramel toned skin glowing in the bright daylight. “Would—” She gestured behind her. “Would you like some tea—or juice, maybe? I made some plum blossom juice that’ll help you cool off.”

He pretended to wonder for a little while even though his decision was already set. “Yeah…I’d love to.” Jungkooks felt his heart jump seeing the beautiful giggle passing through her lips as she led him towards a little sitting area slightly hidden amongst the plants and roses.

“Have a seat here. I’ll get the glasses.” Angel smiled before prancing out of the tiny sanctuary and disappearing amongst the roses.

While Jungkooks waited, he heard footsteps coming towards him. Thinking it was Angel he turned to face the new figure with a grin before it quickly disappeared seeing a sweaty and confused Taehyung.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Taehyung seethed, dropping the basket of lotus flowers on the floor before stomping over to him.

Jungkooks merely smirked. “Just spending some time with a nice girl. What’s the problem?”

The God scoffed bitterly inching closer. “You touch a fucking hair on her head—”

“If she wants me to do it then you have no business kicking my ass.” He stated simply.

Taehyung tightened his jaw, fury burning in his chest and belly while tears stung behind his eyes. “You know what she means to me.” He muttered trying not to have his voice shake in front of him of all people.

Jungkooks felt a light sinking inside him but he quickly averted his gaze. “You don’t own her. Niether do I. I’m simply doing something I’ve never been able to do.”

“You mean you’re gonna sleep with her and move onto the next thing you want your hands on.” He seethed.

“Who said I only wanted to sleep with her?”

“What about Belle?”

If Jungkooks had kept a decent poker face before, it was nowhere to be found now. Expression hardened immediately glaring at the God. “I’m not going to explain myself to you. And for Angels sake, I’d suggest not making a fuss out of it.”

“Oh!” Angels cheery voice shattered through their tension as she walked to the sitting area with a tray. A clear jug filled with purple liquid and three empty glasses stacked on top of one another. “Good, you’re here. It’s nice and cold.” She poured the plum blossoms juice into each glass. “Taehyung, this is Jungkooks. He helped me carry the rice bags up here.” She gave them a full glass with a small smile.

So beautifully unaware of the heated glares shared between the two Gods. Taehyung moved to sit next to Angel out of pettiness.

“I thought about making some sweets for the farmers in the village.” Angel announced in a gentle to the both of them. “Their harvests have been quite slow so I wanted to give them packages of some necessary crops along with it. I have far too much for two people.” She smiled at Taehyung and he immediately returned it albeit a little weakened.

Jungkooks hummed while taking a sip from the lightly sweet juice. “I could help you distribute them. Min doesn’t give me a whole lot of work so I end up getting a lot of free time.”

“That’d be nice.”

Taehyung noticed the subtle flush on her ears that wasn’t there before causing a twist in his belly. It was one thing watching Jungkooks look at Angel a certain way but to have it returned. To see her blush his way and bite down a smile when she noticed Jungkooks looking. He forced himself to take a deep breath, curling his fingers into his palm tightly. “We could start working on it tomorrow.” He quickly smiled even though his eyes weren’t doing the same thing.

Jungkooks was right, Taehyung didn’t own her. Despite the clench in his heart, he had to accept the fact that the love of his life may just slip from his hands this time around. Maybe second chances didn’t exist and fate pulled its strings however it wanted without caring who it hurt or what it destroyed.

-

Writing in a diary had been one of Namjoons suggestions for Taehyung after Angel passed away. Something solid that held all of his memories of her just in case his mind became too fragile to carry them. Taehyung kept the empty notebook for a few years until a few centuries ago, he started spewing his thoughts.

The first day they met when Taehyung saw her playing in the garden of golden bride blossoms where she was born.

The day they first kissed under the peach tree.

The day Angel opened herself up to him, legs tangled, bated breath in the throes of pleasure deep within the gardens at night where no one could see them.

Taehyung wrote everything in his diary. The pages were messy and sometimes a little crumpled. A few of them still had stains of his tears while others had dried up peach flowers pressed against it. However the state, the diary became precious to him. Sometimes when the days got too hard, Taehyung remembered holding it to his chest and pretending it was her instead.

Gods can’t cope like humans do. This was the best I could find. Namjoon told him all those years ago. The King of the Underworld lost the love of his life too except his tragedy was far more permanent. Former Queen Wilhelmina—Minnie, Namjoon would call her—fell into the pit of monsters some called Tartarus. It was a place no God or Goddess soul could come back. Diminished forever.

He almost felt silly mourning Angel when Namjoon had to sleep at night knowing the love of his life could never in any shape or form come back to him. Though his older brother told him in a serious tone that his grief was always valid no matter what others have suffered.

Taehyung didn’t realize how deep he drowned in his thoughts, his hand completely still over the final word on the page as the distant roar pulled him back. Eyes flickered up the closed door of his room when he gained his bearings again. The roar belonged to an irritatingly familiar motorcycle.

Two weeks, Jungkooks had been prancing in and out of the farm, delivering things to Angels door while she invited him in for treats and stories.

Sometimes Taehyung would catch her examining herself in the mirror before he arrived causing his heart plummet back into the abyss. It was not her fault. It was no ones fault. Jungkooks was not forcing her to like him nor was Angel obligated to be loyal to Taehyung in any way other than a good friend.

But he still couldn’t deny the clench in his chest remembering how she used to excitedly rush towards him whenever their eyes met.

Taehyung got off the bed, placing his diary to the side before walking towards one of the windows of his room. It had a clear view of the courtyard where he saw Jungkooks placing baskets of cotton flowers on the ground. He saw the large grin tugging at his lips when another figure rushed towards him.

Loose white T-shirt with her long hair out as Angel smiled down at the flowers. She was speaking about something in such a delicate manner and Taehyung tried not to imagine ripping Jungkooks’ smug smirk off with his bare hands.

As per usual, Angel leads him into the sitting area so he could take a rest as they disappeared out of his sight causing another sink in his belly.

The problem was that Taehyung couldn’t just leave out of the blue either. What would the reason even be? I don’t like that you’re attracted to someone else instead of me like I hoped? Angel would kick him out the second he even insinuated the notion.

Except Taehyung knew Jungkooks. He had an agenda. A twisted desire to take anything that he wanted even though it might break a relationship or someones heart. He never truly cared. For a moment, he thought the God might have some care and loyalty to Belle but as expected, Jungkooks was capable of nothing but being a puppet to his own desires.

-

Jungkooks rode off out of the farm as Angel unloaded the cotton plants on the ground, sitting down on a wooden stool in front of the spread before tying her hair back. Her plantation was a bit far away while she had to take care of her cow giving birth and Jungkooks happened to come around to harvest the plants.

Lulu pitter pattered across the courtyard, sniffing the little cotton plants before waddling over to her leg. She always managed to wake whenever Angel did no matter how quiet her footsteps were.

Brushing her tawny fur, Angel focused back on pulling the fluff from the withered looking plants before placing them into a basket. Light crunching of footsteps caused her ears to prick up as Lulu immediately rushed over towards the oncoming figure. She looked up at the male and smiled. “Morning.”

Taehyung hummed tiredly even though he had been awake for an hour or so already. “I saw Jungkooks coming in again. What happened?”

“He was just helping me harvest the cotton plants.” Angel gestured at the scatter of brown and white.

He scoffed out a small chuckle. “Why didn’t you call me?”

She shrugged nonchalantly making Taehyung burn a little with frustration. “You were sleeping so I didn’t disturb you.”

“I came here to help you on the farm.” He strode around her and crouched down next to the basket, taking a plant to pull the cotton bits out with her. “This means waking up early in the morning for harvesting. Jungkooks isn’t a farmer.”

“Maybe not but he got the plants so it’s fine, Taehyung.”

“I know…it’s just you’ve been sending me off to do errands a lot.”

“He offers and I agree.”

“So you’re just going to agree to everything he offers you?”

Blood boiled inside her as Angel shot him a clear glare, a thick silence plunging between them. One even Lulu could notice when she whined and began prancing towards the pumpkin patches. “I wanted the cotton plants to make a blanket for you because it’s getting colder and you were using a really thin one.” She explained, pulling off the cotton a little roughly than normal.

Taehyung let out a deep sigh weakly placing the cotton bits onto the basket. “I’m just—worried. You can’t keep welcoming people in like this, they might take advantage of you.”

“Where was all this worry when I invited you in here? Hm?” Angel furrowed her brows, pointing an empty cotton plant at him. “You could’ve just as easily taken advantage of me.”

“But I wouldn’t—”

“How do I know that?”

“You can trust me.” He tried to shift forward until a few of the plants pricked him causing him to move back.

“I’ve only known you a couple of months more than Jungkooks. What’s to say you’re not the one I should be looking out for?”

Heart pounded against his ribcages as he saw their bond trembling, threatening to break apart again like it did all those years ago. “I see the way he looks at you…and I recognize it…very well. I know what he wants and you should be careful.”

“What if I want what he wants too?”

Taehyung swallowed down the painful lump in his throat, shifting where he crouched before standing back up on his feet again with a sigh. He looked down at the woman; that confused look in her eyes again. She was still trying so hard to figure things out. He would only make everything complicated by fighting against it. “Then you know yourself better than I do.”

Angel didn’t reply and moved back to working on the cotton plants again to distract herself from the slight sinking feeling in her gut. “The green plums are ripening. Can you pick them out for me?”

He took a small breath to say something else but it was clear their conversation would only spoil rotten if they kept dragging the same issue. “Of course.” Taehyung padded over to the edge of the farm where the sugar plum trees stood. His only hope now was that the fight was temporary and not something he was going to regret for centuries again.

-

Once the cotton was completely freed from its plants, Angel decided to take a walk down the peach blossom trees to calm herself down a little. Petals gently trailed down to the ground with familiar scent of honey and almond that seemed to manifest in the natural aroma of her favourite flowers. Aside from the Golden Lotus flowers anyway.

“You okay?”

Angel turned to the side, eyes a little widened at the sudden voice in a calm place. Though her heart quickly calmed seeing Jungkooks. “It’s nothing.” She shook her head. “I get like this sometimes.”

Jungkooks’ expression softened carefully padding closer to the girl. “Like what?”

“Zoned out and confused.” She chuckled nervously, taking a deep inhale until her chest puffed out before loudly sighing to ease some of tension on her nerves. “I don’t know why though…I love being here, in this place and I definitely don’t want to go to the city with those boring buildings.” Angel grimaced lightly. “But—”

He stood only an inch away from her, hands in the pockets of his jeans but his eyes reaching deep into hers. There was this sensible part of him that felt a tinge of guilt. Jungkooks knew who Angel was truly and clearly she desperately wanted to know who she really was. But the selfish part of him liked it. The other Angel would immediately start thinking of Taehyung or go to him for comfort. Not this time. “It’s okay to feel confused sometimes.” Jungkooks smiled. “I never know what I’m doing with my life half the time.” He meant it as a joke but it felt too real to say it out loud.

This was what you did. You indulge in anything you ever want.

Angel grinned, letting out a small chuckle through her nose before relaxing against the bark of one of the blossom trees. A strange tug pulled at her belly almost to the point of aching. Brows furrowed at the feeling as she squirmed lightly.

“What is it?” Jungkooks smirked towering over her gorgeous form until he could almost cage her against the tree. He waited until she breathed a little easier, leaning in and brushing their noses to relax her into the touch.

She felt the blossoms falling on her head.

Blurry shapes coming towards her.

The tug in her belly turning to searing pain as Jungkooks’ lips pressed chastely against her own.

Blood. So much blood everywhere.

Heat rushing to her head, something stomping on her arms. Bones crushing under the impact.

“Jimin…” Crying. Begging. So much pain.

Angel pressed her hand against Jungkooks’ chest, breathing heavily like she had just reached the surface after almost drowning. She looked up at the peach blossom tree, feeling her heart race through her ribcages until it could jump to her throat.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkooks cupped her cheek gently, feeling a burn of clarity when he realized his actions. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No uh—” She shook her head. “I just—I just remembered something, I need to go.” Angel attempted a small smile before rushing back to the farm.

Jimin.

Who’s Jimin?

-

“Jimin…” Belle whispered looking down at the orb in her hands, light reflecting the thick tears brewing in her eyes at the vision before her.

Jungkooks pinning Angel against the tree with full confidence and kissing her. Maybe he forgot. Or maybe he didn’t care that Belle could watch over all of them to ensure Taehyung and Angel were doing well. Clearly Jungkooks didn’t want the same.

Swallowing down the painful lump in her throat, she forced herself to watch the whole ordeal until Angel pushed him away gently before leaving. Belle let out a shaky breath. “You’re saying Jimin did it.”

Hoseok stammered lightly feeling a tight clench in his heart seeing the good-hearted Goddess look so broken. A part of him wanted to embrace him to provide some comfort but he knew that was far too inappropriate. “He admitted it to me. Said he did it for Taehyung so he could be with him instead.”

“So—he sent Jungkooks here?” Belle asked.

“Yes.”

“Was he…threatened in any way?” Hopeful eyes looked over at the Ingar but the reluctant expression on his face was enough of an answer for her. Belle scoffed lightly. “Of course he wasn’t.”

Hoseok played with his fingers to resist himself from just wrapping his arms around her. So many Ingars loved her. Every Ingar did save for one. “Should I not have told you, dear Goddess?”

“No, you did good.” Belle nodded immediately, wiping away her tears before smiling at the Ingar. “You did good, Hoseok, don’t worry. But I do need you to help me.”

“Of course, anything.”

Closing her palms together, the Goddess adorned a more collected look even though her eyes were still reddened from her sadness. She met Hoseoks’ gaze with a proper stance closing off the vulnerability that was shown not too long ago. “I need you to discreetly send two messages.”

Hoseok nodded without hesitation. “To whom?”

“One to the God of the Ocean.” Belle instructed. “And other to the King of the Underworld. Tell them it’s a case of the highest form of treason which needs their immediate audience.”

The Ingar bowed down before nodding. “Right away, dear Goddess.” Hoseok declared, turning on his heel and walking out of her private chambers.

Door thud closed; sound reverberating in her ears as Belle dropped down on the edge of the bed. Stupid to think he had any other feelings other than desire. Sniffling, she shifted to hug her knees to her chest, sobs pushing out of her while she waited for the two Gods to settle a long buried tragedy once and for all.

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Brisk walking turned to sprints as Angel tried to get to the farm as soon as possible. When she reached the courtyard, her heart dropped at the lack of any figure near the green plum trees. Though the fruits were all picked off. Her mind still had that name rushing over and over again. Trying to figure out what it meant. Why it was so important to her.

And why Angel suddenly felt the need to find Taehyung when she remembered it.

The desperation to see his face grew like a weed in her heart. She scoured each room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him somewhere until finally coming down to where grape vines were. A light sigh of relief passed through her. He was still there.

Carefully padding into the aisle he stood in, Angel placed her hands behind her back coming closer shyly. “You must’ve been working for a while.” She glanced down at the basket filled to the brim with fresh grapes.

“I wanted to distract myself.” Taehyung mumbled, keeping his eyes on the grapes as he picked more of to add to his pile.

She looked up at the thickening grey clouds mixing in with the sharp, dampened air kissing her flesh. “Looks like it’s going to rain soon.”

The man only shrugged in response glancing up at the sky. “I like rain.”

“Yes but once Tonitruas drums start beating, it’s gonna get dangerous so—” Angel gently held onto his arm except the other seemed to still. She met his gaze; immediately finding slight shock across his eyes. “What?”

“How do you know Tonitrua?” Eyes widened hearing that name again from someone on earth.

Tonitrua and Nijis story had been ancient. Lost in the ages and adapted to new names with changed stories that matched their current society. Hearing someone say the original term felt strange—and hopeful.

Angel averted her gaze in thought, bottom lips pouting out a little making Taehyungs heart flutter. “I actually don’t remember.” She chuckled. “Maybe one of the stories Grandma Jung told me.”

In his softened state, Taehyung allowed himself to be pulled by Angel into the sitting area where he placed the heavy basket of grapes. When Angel left to come back with some basins to put all the grapes in, rain began trickling down on the farm calmly creating a comfortable atmosphere around them.

“Maybe now that it’s raining, the farmers can get good harvests.” Angel muttered filling the basins up with water and carefully washing the fruits; aside from a few she snacked on herself. She brought one up to Taehyung mouth with a sweet smile.

He hesitated for a moment before biting onto the grape gently, pretending his cheeks weren’t on fire at the action. “If not we have a lot of flour and grains they could use.”

Angel hummed. They continued to wash the grapes in a serene silence watching the rain grow a little heavy, blurring the mountains from clear sight in a grey fog. The memory hit her then of what she saw under the peach blossom tree. Strange and terrifying dreams were something Angel had grown used to; even Mother Jung suggested it was due to her working all the time. Except it still made her curious to whether it all meant something. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know a Jimin?”

Taehyung’ heart leaped right up to his throat as his hands stilled over the basin. “Why—why do you ask?”

“It’s weird but—I had this—dream, I guess…it was really scary and I could feel something hurting here.” Angel gestured to her abdomen causing Taehyung to swallow down a lump in his throat. “Then I kept saying Jimin–or…I don’t know if it was me but—” She shook her head, searching his expression before chuckling nervously. “It sounds really strange, I know.”

“No, it’s cool that you want to find a meaning.” Taehyung smiled. He could never imagine how fuzzy her mind must be, holding all those memories in the back but never understanding why they were there. “Sometimes if a name comes up in this life that you don’t recognize, it could be from a past life.”

Angel taught him that.

“I wish there was a way we could figure our past lives.”

He sighed. “I wish it too.”

Angel bit down her bottom lip, keeping her gaze down on the grapes as she took longer than normal caressing one grape. “Jungkooks kissed me.”

Taehyung didn’t mean to but his fingers managed to squeeze one of the grapes into nothing but skin and juice as the words reached his ear. “Sorry.” He opted to snack on the destroyed fruit before wiping his hand. “Did you—was it consensual?”

“I mean I wanted him to…” She shrugged. “But when it happened I—it felt weird.”

“Is he a bad kisser?” The corner of his lips twitched up.

Angel giggled. “No but…it kind of felt wrong.”

Taehyung’ eyes flickered up to face her, curiosity piquing. “Like how?”

“Like—I was cheating on someone or just kissing the wrong person, I don’t know.”

“I guess that’s understandable.” Taehyung tried his best not to grin too hard at the new information even though a proud smile brightened his features. “Maybe your soulmate is nearby…I heard that’s a thing where you can’t date other people if the one you’re meant to be with is close to you.”

“Is that so?” Angel smirked. “That’s interesting cause I live alone up here.”

“Alone?” He raised a brow, unable to hide the slightly offended look on his face. Though it quickly faded when Angel let out an adorable chuckle.

With a bright smile, she picked up the basins of clean grapes. “I might take you up on that soulmate thing though.” She mused before disappearing into the storage area.

All the while, Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a small, excited laugh knowing even in the midst of memory loss and Jungkooks’ interference, Angel still fought for them somewhere deep inside. The thought was all he needed to stay hopeful.

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[chthonicavalon]

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Frost had already made crusty and firm the blades of grass in Gridania’s housing wards of the Lavender Beds.  As dusk passed into night, the chill deepened and drove all in the Twelveswood city indoors to stay warm.  They huddled by fires, warmed tea and coffee over stoves, and lay under blankets.  Aetheric lights were turned on, torches lit, to ward away the darkness inside, while outside the many beads of crystalline streetlamps glowed just brighter than the light of the moon.

The Uesugi household, nestled in the middle of the district, was no exception.  The fire crackled in the great stone fireplace, casting a yellow-orange glare through the basement where two of the three family members slept.  Reenah sat at the fire, curled in a blanket in her robe with spiced cocoa in hand as she studied her book.  She’d been hard at work for some time now, studying the aetheric arts and sciences.  An interest borne of a desire to find a solution to Haruka’s draconic affliction, for the keeper it became a subject she wanted to learn for herself as much as for her wife’s sake.  

The chop-chop of a knife on a cutting board resonated in fast rhythm as Haruka cut vegetables for beef-and-barley soup.  Pot already on the flame, the spicy meal bubbled slightly.  The bow of the yukata’s obi at the small of her back bobbed as she passed the knife over another trio of carrots and carefully dropped them into the broth.  She reached over and gave it a stir with the spoon sticking out of it.  Pausing, she took a sip of her tea.

The squeak of door hinges made her stop.  The front door had gained a slight squeal in the past few moons, one that no one was in a hurry to remedy after the attempted assassination some time ago.  Haruka looked behind her at Reenah, who met her eyes.  Never again would they be caught so unprepared.  Drawing a second knife from the block, Haruka moved to ascend the stairs.  Reenah was right behind, the dagger that marked her as an Uesugi in its lacquered sheath, ready to be drawn.

At the top of the stairs, just before heading into the house’s dojo-like space, Haruka stopped.  Their footsteps had been absolutely silent as they climbed.  She glanced back, meeting Reenah’s eyes for a moment, then slipped around the corner.

And stopped.

At the door waited two women.  One was hyur with brown-black hair.  Her brown eyes shimmered with golden speckles in the light.  Robes of light and dark pinks were half open, ornate and warm, of an origin that Haruka couldn’t know but was likely somewhere in the Steppes.  The other, clad in similar garb of red and brown, was a raen, horns swept back through pink and blue hair.  Each had their weapons stowed, the hyur’s set aside.  

Gazing at Haruka, Kumiko let out a huff.  It would have seemed indignant were it not for the nerves that showed in her eyes.  “Kami, I’m surprised it took you this long to get up here.”

Reenah rounded the corner, finding Haruka still stalled, unmoving.  Her wife had worried greatly over their adopted daughter these past weeks with the only word from her being the note left on the table and a single linkpearl conversation a ten-day before their return.  The way her heart had ached for that time caught up in a single moment.  Haruka was breathless, unmoving.

Kumiko shifted on her feet.  Kiku looked both nervous and awkward in the momentary silence.  What was going on?  Wasn’t Haruka glad to see her daughter home?

A touch at the elder Uesugi’s arm restarted time, gave her breath again.  Looking around, Haruka looked to Reenah who nodded.  “Let’s not keep them waiting, hmm?” she whispered.  She understood, of course.  Reenah knew her heart better than anyone.  

Turning back, she set the knives down on the bamboo planter and rounded it, each step was almost painfully slow, restrained and intentional.  Reenah was just behind, then next to her, catching up quickly, the ladies Uesugi in their own home.  Her own pace was less stiff, much more relaxed.  

Kumiko stared, her own breath becoming shallow.  She knew she’d messed up, but she didn’t think it’d be this bad.  She couldn’t tell what Haruka was feeling.  Her mask was up, breaking but intact.  Was she truly that angry?  Sure, Kumiko had run off, leaving but a few words on a slip of paper for them to find.  She’d not contacted them until they were on their way to the Steppes.  But she couldn’t tell them what she was doing, not yet.  She didn’t know what they would do.  She had to do this without them, to stand on her own two feet after that terrible bout with Shona that broke her confidence.  

Was Haruka so angry she would lash out?  No, that wasn’t her.  Would she and Reenah cast her out, disown her?  Would she have to go back to her drunk of a father and suffer his wrath again?  Would Kiku help her, take her in until she had her own place to go?  Where would she go?

They stopped just in front of Kumiko.  The young woman’s eyes were wide.  Their breathing was measured, both mother and daughter’s shallow and quick.  

Slowly, Haruka’s hands rose, taking gentle hold of Kumiko’s shoulders.  She gazed into her daughter’s eyes for a heartbeat, then another, then another.  Another came to rest, lower on her arm, as Reenah added hers where she could.

“Mom?” Kumiko’s voice cracked.  Her eyes darted between Haruka and Reenah, still uncertain, even with the gestures of comfort.  Which she was referring to was unknown.  But did it matter?

“Did you finish what you needed to do?” Haruka said finally.  Despite the mask hiding her emotions, her voice broke with unshed tears.

“I did.”

Haruka nodded.  Slowly, she slipped her arms around Kumiko.  Her daughter relaxed and returned the embrace, holding her mother.  “We’re proud of you,” her mother whispered.

Kumiko giggled her own nerves washing away with tears that fell.  Her whole body felt looser, nearly collapsing into her mother’s arms.  “You don’t even know what we went to do,” she managed, barely, through a voice broken.

“We don’t need to,” Haruka said, voice choked with emotion.  A warmth flowed through the words, despite the tears that now gathered and seeped underneath closed eyelids.  “Whatever it was, you needed to do it.  We’re just glad you’re back.”  Trust was in short supply in the Uesugi household.  But they had it with one another.

Another set of arms folded around them as Reenah joined.  Those lavender eyes found Kiku, smiling softly from her position off to the side.  That her girlfriend was accepted so earnestly, that she wasn’t being chastised, was something she only could have hoped for.  That for all the distance that had begun their little venture, Kumiko was not only allowed to return but pulled back into the fold without hesitation.  

The keeper’s hand reached out and snatched the raen, sweeping her into hug.  Kiku yelped but joined in quickly enough.  Letting out a huff, Reenah settled back into their combined embrace, holding her family close.  She’d be damned if she didn’t make sure Kiku knew she was welcome in this family.

Somehow, amidst this quiet moment, Haruka’s eyes rose to meet Kiku’s.  Tears stained her cheeks underneath bloodshot blue eyes, relief and joy having returned and expressed without being held back.  “Thank you,” she mouthed.  For what, she didn’t say, at least not then, but perhaps the reason was clear: Kiku had gone with Kumiko.  Kiku had helped keep her daughter safe.  And in the end, they’d both come back, returned from whatever quest they’d gone on.

In the coming bells, they would speak of what happened: of Kumiko’s drunken father, the letter he sent, their time in the Azim Steppes, and crucially, meeting the Dotharl tribe.  The secret that the young Doman’s father was afraid to tell anyone was made open to everyone, with a hint of pride.  They sat around the table, eating soup with bread, and later warmed themselves by the fire with cocoa and tea and coffee.  

All the tastes of home.

[thenuggetstealer]

Sooooo here is the first chapter of hetalia highschool, or the thingy with tino and berwald.

Chapter 1~

The morning bell rang throughout the highschool, if you weren't there before that bell you might as well cancel all your plans for that afternoon because detention was already at your doorstep.

But today seemed different than all the others. Students all around seemed to be bouncing with joy, buzzing through the halls and whispering to friends. In a way it was quiet. Berwald wasn't a big fan of quiet. Quiet ment something was happening, something big, and big wasn't always the best, especially in highschool. Big in highschool ment some popular couple broke up under the bleachers, or a food fight broke out, a fight in the halls got popular on youtube or sometimes just celebrity drama that he didn't understand.

Berwald wanted to go through the halls without being noticed by anyone but that was sometimes hard to achieve since firstly, he was like 6'4" he couldn't just squirm around people like a 5 year old in a panic and secondly, his brother and cousin were both some of the most popular kids in the whole school. He wouldn't even get past Mrs. Jenns class without hearing "HEY BABY BRO!" And even if he wanted to ignore it his brother would start screaming and babbling on. But once again today was different. His brother only gave a simple wave and turned back to talking with his friends.

"Geez it might as well be the plague" Berwald said to himself in his head.

After setting up all his books in his desk perfectly he looked around at the classroom. It was only him the teacher and one of the quiet kids named Kiku. Then he noticed an extra desk on the other side of the room. Soon two teachers began ushering kids into the class and everyone sat down with big grins on their stupid faces.

"Well Eliza my dearest bestie, is he cute?"

"Or hot!?"

"Ew Sey, he's my cousin! But I must admit he gives off nice neighborhood kid vibes, haven't seen him in a while,"

Who?

The class quieted down and the principal walked in with a small boy trailing behind him. Berwald didn't even care to look up from the book he begun to read. Just another kid he thought.

"good morning students, as you know we have a new student joining our school. Please treat him with the same respect you show your other peers he is no different from the rest of you. Now would you like to introduce yourself?"

The boy shook his head. He was smiling a big happy grin. The boy waved and took a deep breath.

"hi, I'm tino," He said very softly and quietly. He was like a mouse, he practically squeaked!

"Now as we went over ways of communication, he will always have a journal by his desk. You can start a conversation with him at any appropriate times in the day. This will follow into your other classes. And as you also know we begin our ASL classes today."

Berwald's head perked up.

"Any questions?"

Many hands raised in the air.

"Not for him, for me. Do you need help with the schedule?"

"Ah, Ms. Brown, will we be able to talk to him later?" Ludwig one of the teachers pets asked.

"Yes, I said at appropriate times,"

"what type of times would those be?"

" Any breaks we have in the day, now Tino would you like to go to your new desk? I made sure it was by your cousins,"

He shook his head and walked over still fiddling with his shirt. He had a awkward smile and begun walking through the row to his desk.

Everyone was staring at him, they all seemed to be so interested in him. But Berwald was the most in the whole class.

"well this is gonna be interesting" he said in his head.

[sassypantsjaxon]

“Oh, hello,” Germany stopped to greet Pochi underneath the sakura tree in front of Japan’s house, “How have you been? Do you remember me?” he knelt to pet the dog.

Japan smiled and picked up Germany’s luggage, “I’ll put this in the guest room for you. Do you remember where that is?”

Germany stood up, “You don’t have to do that!” he took his suitcase back, “I can take it.”

“Of course, please follow me.” Japan led his companion inside the house, Pochi following behind them. “Here you are-Oh...” the light in the guest room burned out as soon as he flipped the switch. “I apologize for that. I’ll have it fixed immediately.”

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Germany protested, “It’s not a big deal.”

“No, I have spare light bulbs somewhere. It will just take a minute.” When Japan returned with a light bulb, Germany had set his suitcase down and taken off his shoes.

“Here, let me do that.” Germany took the light bulb from him and quickly set to fixing it.

“You don’t need to do that!” Japan protested, “I can do it.”

The light came on as Germany tightened the bulb, “But I already have.” he argued, “It’s really not a problem.”

“Right,” Japan nodded, “Are you hungry? I can make something for dinner. Or you can rest now if you’d prefer.”

“Dinner sounds nice.”

---

In the morning, Japan was sitting in his garden, drinking tea, admiring his cherry tree, and remembering why he had invited Germany to visit. The door slid open behind him. “Good morning, Germany,” he stood to greet his guest, “Did you sleep well? Would you like some coffee?”

“Ja, that sounds nice,” Germany was distracted, sliding the door back and forth.

“Germany?”

“Your door sticks.”

“Yes, I haven’t gotten around to fixing it yet.”

“I’m sure I could do it.” Germany slid the door closed to take a look at the frame.

“That’s really not necessary. You’re my guest!”

“I don’t mind.”

Japan sighed, “I will make you some coffee.”

---

It seemed that Germany really didn’t mind fixing things at Japan’s house, because by the end of the day not only had he fixed the door, but also the coffee pot, and the leaking faucet in the bathroom, and was now trying to figure out why the television wasn’t getting a very strong signal.

Kiku couldn’t figure out how to stop him, which was a bother because it kept him from being able to invite Germany anywhere he had planned on. “Maybe that is what he wants,” Japan said to Pochi as he prepared dinner, “Maybe he doesn’t want to do anything while he’s here.”

---

By the end of Germany’s third night there, Japan had begun to wonder how he missed noticing so many broken things in his own home, and also how many more Germany would find before he left. He sat in his garden as twilight fell, watching a few cherry blossoms fall with it. 

“That should work better now.” Germany said as he sat down next to him.

Japan wasn’t even sure what he was talking about anymore. “Thank you.” he looked down at a cherry blossom that had landed at his feet, “Would you like to join me for a walk tomorrow? I’d like to show you the city before you leave.”

“Oh, I suppose I am going back home the next day. Has it been that long already? That’s not the question. Yes, I’d to see the city with you.”

---

Japan had thought it would be nice to walk with Germany, surrounded by cherry blossoms, showing him his home. It wasn’t what he expected.

“I noticed your front gate squeaks,” Germany said, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, “I can fix that when we get back,”

“That’s really not necessary,” Japan interrupted.

“It won’t take much, just-”

“Ludwig!”

Germany looked surprised at the use of his name, “...Kiku?”

“I did not invite you here so you could fix my house and everything in it. I wanted you to be here right now.”

“...Why?”

“Look around you,” Japan begged.

Germany slowly looked around, taking in the city and the river and the pink cherry blossoms everywhere, “It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, and I wanted to share it with you.”

Germany looked even more confused, “Why?”

“Because I thought it would be a nice memory.” Japan stood on his toes and gave Germany a soft kiss, “I love you.”

“Oh,” Germany blushed, “Yes, well...I love you too.”

Japan laughed, “Can we please enjoy the rest of your time here without you trying to fix everything in sight?”

“Yes,” Germany gently took Japan’s hand, “That sounds nice.”

[hetawrite]

Can I have 1p japan and 1p Russia realising they have just f ell in love with their crush while they are hanging out with them maybe a bit nsfw. Thank you and have a great day 💜💜

Turns out these will be uploaded in 3 parts as they’re well over 500 words. Enjoy!

1p!Japan: Kiku Honda

Anime with pantie shots are quite common. Anime with sexual innuendos and themes are quite common. But what you didn’t expect on a Tuesday afternoon while trying out new animes with Kiku was there to be a full-blown sex scene. Kiku couldn’t reach for the remote any quicker. He muted the episode, his face bright red. You chuckle at that. If he hadn’t said anything, you would not have cared. You would’ve just nodded in appreciation, maybe even make some comment about boobs if you were feeling it. But watching Kiku clutch the television remote like it's his lifeline is too funny. He looks at you as if you had caught him doing something wrong. At that you laugh harder, hunching forward. 

“Kiku, what the hell?!” You splutter, choking on your saliva as you continue to laugh at him. It's like you have accused him of being too funny. 

“W-what?!” He practically squeaks it. You would have expected him to try to ignore what's on-screen, not look like a schoolgirl about it. “I didn’t think you’d--”

“It’s chill, I don't mind.” You grin at him. He stares at you a moment longer than necessary. What you said could be interpreted in many different ways. It makes him conjure up images in mind that cause him to avert eye contact with you. Not that he wanted to think about you like that. But then again, you did have the tendency to be a tad bit perverted. It was never anything too crass or aimed at a real person. But when it came to talking about kinks or ecchi anime, you were as open as a book. He meekly looks down at the remote. He curses at himself. He was never like this with Alfred... He was never like this with Alfred? He peers at you. Why were you any different? 

“Then I will continue to play it.” He unpauses it, trying to settle back into the sofa. You chuckle before leaning into him. He peeks at you, trying to read your expression. You don't look innocent per se, far too intent on watching what’s happening on the screen, but you don't look like you had altered motives. You lean your head onto his shoulder and soon the episode finishes, the scene that just played forgotten to you. But Kiku couldn't. Not that the scene, in particular, stuck with him, but more the transaction that happened after. And the thoughts that follow. The couple that had engaged in intimacy appear on the screen and start blushing, and you giggle at them. Kiku is too absorbed in watching your reaction. You lift a straw to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it as your eyes stay steady. How would you react if put in that situation?

“Have you ever been like that with someone?” The question sounds so vague, as many of Kiku’s questions are with them meaning a many numbers of things: romantically, what's on screen, the horizontal tango, or embarrassed about it.

“Nah, I’m a virgin.” You shrug, turning your head to look at him as you continue to think. “But I can see why people would be like that.” You then look away from Kiku, not looking too sure of yourself. “Though with you, maybe with you I would be?” Kiku splutters, eyes wide. You frown at him, confused. “What?”

“Why would you...” Oh god, you were so dense to the words coming out your mouth sometimes! Just like Alfred! “People may get the wrong idea if you say things like that.”

“Well, I'd hope you’d imply it like that. I mean, I do like you after all.” Kiku short circuits. Not in the sense that he blushes immensely and faints, nor does he sport a nosebleed. Instead, he just blinks owlishly, like he didn't hear you correctly. “Why are you pulling that expression? Kiku, you asked me on a date. So, it’s only natural that I acce--” You stop, looking worried and sad. “Is this... Unless this isn’t a date?” 

“I didn't intend for it to be one.” 

“Oh.” You sit up straight, away from him. “Do you not like me... like that?” You sheepishly look to the screen where the couple are talking animatedly. 

“What... made you think that I do?” You swallow at the question. The way he asks. He doesn't. No one asks a question phrased like that with such a non-committal expression.

“Well, you... you let me be near you. And touched you. We've shared drinks. Gone on walks. I know you aren't fond of physical contact or romantics, and you just act differently around me. So, I thought you liked me too.” You give him a small smile, but there's nothing behind it. Just force. “I guess I just saw what I wanted.” You laugh, grabbing your elbow. 

“So, you want me to kiss you?” 

“Not if you don’t like me.” You look at him, pursing your lips. Next thing you know Japan is extremely close. You hold your breath, stiffening up. You feel his lips press onto your cheek softly, him lingering there for a second before moving back lightning fast. He too is sat there rigidly. “I said if you don't--oh... oh!” You beam, getting on your knees beside him. “You do!”

“Yes; please lower your voice.” His face doesn't look much different, reserved as usual, but his ears are as red as a cherry.

“I knew it!” You shouted excitedly, before covering your mouth and smiling. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him, squishing him closer to your chest. You’re brimming with joy. That is before leaning away with an offended look on your face. “Then why were you asking in such an asshole-y way?” You scold him. Kiku blinks. Now he flushes! Looking all meek and avoiding your eyes.

“I don’t know...”

“Kiku!”

[lukatheselkie]

HMC- Music is the language of feelings

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Here’s my other one for today! This completely got out of hand, I had no intentions of it being this long, but here we are. This one follows the prompt a bit more loosely, but it’s still there if you squint!

Pairings: Triangle poly pairings this time! FinGerPan, and mentioned DenPruCan

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned briefly, a makeout session, lots of sexual stuff, but no actual sex. I can’t believe my ace self made something this risky 😂

(Kiku’s accent is PRECIOUS. Though I don’t feel like I did him justice 😭)

    Tino flushes slightly when Kiku places a hand on his thigh. He sends a half hearted glare at him, glancing around the meeting room to make sure no one else knows what’s happening. Once he’s certain the action has gone unnoticed, he lays his head on Kiku’s shoulder to quietly scold him. “What do you think you’re doing? You know we’re both going to be incredibly embarrassed if anyone sees your hand there.” There’s a gentle squeeze from Kiku.

    “No one wirr notice. Rudwig won’t ret them.” TIno laughs softly. He doesn’t want to know what Kiku knows about Ludwig to be able to blackmail him like that,—it’s definitely blackmail, there’s a gleam in his eyes—but he’s thankful for it.

    “If you’re sure,” he hums out, straightening himself back into a sitting position. He places a hand on top of Kiku’s, and focuses his attention back on the meeting. Most everyone looks bored, as it’s been going for a few hours, but it’s close to the end. A few of them even come out of their imagined worlds to stare at the clock. Gilbert looks the most excited. Tino isn’t quite sure why he comes to the meetings anymore, but figures it’s to help him feel included.

    “Dismissed,” Ludwig finally says, causing most everyone to jump up.

    “Vait guys! Everyone ist invited to a party at mine und Ludvig’s house!” The younger German sighs, but doesn’t complain. They must have talked it over already. Good to know Gilbert doesn’t always do without thinking first. Tino was starting to wonder.

    “Yeah! Party!” Mathias tosses an arm over Gilbert’s shoulder. Tino rolls his eyes slightly, smiling at his antics. He looks over at Kiku apologetically.

    “Mathias is likely going to drag Lukas, Emil, Berwald, and I to the party. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I don’t think I have much of a choice.” Kiku smiles sweetly at him, and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear.

    “I don’t mind coming with. We can sneak off to be arone together.” Tino’s face lights up. That sounds wonderful. Suddenly, he’s excited for this party.

~

    Kiku takes Tino’s hand and leads him to a quiet room a decent distance away from the blaring music. They can still hear it, but it’s more of a background noise now. Kiku spins around Tino, laughing, and they launch into a dance that doesn’t match the upbeat music from a few rooms away. But they don’t care. They’re with each other, and that’s all that matters at the moment. Except… They both feel like something is missing. Tino is the first to voice it. Well, this time. It’s a conversation they’ve had in the past. The context changes depending on the situation they’re in, but the main point never differs. “I wish we had a third person to dance with.” Kiku smiles sadly at him, and leans in to kiss his cheek.

    “I do too.” He presses their foreheads together, sorrow flitting around in his chest. He knows Tino feels it as well, judging by his stiffness. He always goes stiff when he’s thinking about this. “We wirr find someone.” He gives him a reassuring smile. Tino smiles back at him, but it’s not as confident as his boyfriend’s. “Maybe we can find someone here.”

    “You really think so?” He perks up, smile brightening a bit. They’ve both wanted to add a third for so long. He furrows his brows slightly. “But who?” Kiku presses his lips to Tino’s lovingly, trying to stop him from overthinking.

    “We don’t have to worry about that right now,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Ret’s just dance together. I have a srow dance song prayrist on my phone. I made it just for us.” Tino’s chest warms with happiness. He grabs Kiku’s hand and squeezes it.

    “That sounds absolutely amazing, Hani muru (Honey crumb).” The shorter man blushes, and hurries to pull out his phone. He places it on the floor nearby, and starts the playlist. They’re all slow love songs, and they both love every second of dancing together to them. Even if neither is very confident in his dancing abilities. Each and every lyric is special to them.

    When the playlist ends, they’ve gone from elaborate dancing to slight rocking while staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At least an hour has passed, if not two, but the sudden lack of their music reminds them of the party happening beyond their personal bubble. The music is still going, though it’s much more relaxed than it was when they started the songs that drowned it out. Kiku picks up his phone, frowning a bit at his battery percentage, and pockets it. Tino wraps an arm around his waist and kisses the top of his head. “That was wonderful. Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

    “I wirr cherish it forever.” Tino smirks, a thought coming to mind. “What’s that rook for?”

    “We could make it even more of a night to remember, you know.” He lightly flicks Kiku’s waistband, causing him to flush crimson. “Only if you want to, of course.” A quick nod is all it takes for him to pick his lover up and press him against the wall, kissing him needily. Kiku wraps his legs around his hips, and tangles his hands in his hair. Tino’s hand finds its way under the fabric of his shirt, and he gasps when he feels fingers brush over his nipples. This gives the taller of the two an opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth, which he gladly takes.

    The wall they’re on shifts, and they realize too late it’s actually a door. They tumble out into the hall, on top of someone. Kiku squeaks indignantly, blushing even harder at the warm, broad chest now pressed against his back. Tino pulls away from the kiss slightly to see just who interrupted their makeout session, scowling a bit. His expression quickly turns to an apologetic one when he sees Ludwig beneath them. He hurries to scramble off of them, tugging Kiku up with him. “Mr. Germany!” The dark haired man yelps, hiding his face in Tino’s chest. He wraps his arms around him protectively, eyes narrowing.

    “Why aren’t you watching your brother? You wouldn’t want him getting too drunk.”

    “I could say ze same zing about jou vith Mathias!” There’s still shock on his face, but at least he mostly has the blush under control now.

    “Berwald is watching him.” Your move he says with his eyes, clinging tighter to Kiku.

    “Berwald got drunk und passed out an hour ago. I zink Mathias vas driving him mad. Lukas is vatching Arthur, Gilbert, und Mathias now. Vhat are jou two doing, making out in my study?” Is that where they were? Tino hadn’t bothered to look around. He was too enchanted by Kiku. He huffs slightly, shaking his head.

    “We escaped from the party when it first started. It’s nicer here. Berwald passed out? I have to tease him about that later!” Ludwig furrows his brows slightly. He runs a hand through his hair out of habit to fix it, and Kiku notices he looks a bit more disheveled than usual.

    “Zat doesn’t answer my question as to vhy jou vere making out.” Tino’s anger comes back, but he doesn’t let it show. Much.

    “Be glad you came in when you did. A minute later, and you would have seen more.” Kiku whines loudly, embarrassed. He whispers into his love’s ear, as quietly as he can.

    “Don’t terr him that! And don’t ret me think about that. I used to want him to make me scream until I went hoarse.” He raises his brows, glancing up at Ludwig. He’s definitely handsome. And muscular.

    “I can see why,” he whispers back. “Though I would rather make him scream himself hoarse.” The noise that comes out of Kiku is a mix between a giggle and a gasp. Ludwig stares at the two of them, perplexed.

    “Vhat are jou saying to him?” Kiku hums in thought. After a moment, he brings his mouth back up to Tino’s ear.

    “So we’re agreed, then? We try to bring Rudwig into our rerationship?” He nods, laughing a bit when Kiku smiles; it tickles against his ear.

    “Oh, nothing much. Just how it would be nice to make you scream as you make Kiku scream.” Ludwig’s face goes pale, then red, then pale again. It stays there for a few seconds, before deciding red is where it wants to be. “We’re polyam, you see. We’ve been looking for a third person to bring into our relationship.”

    “We won’t pressure you into it, but the option is there if you wourd rike to take it.” Ludwig stares at them for a long moment, running their words over in his mind. Polyam. Gilbert has taught him about that. It’s not something he’s against, but he never would have thought he would be invited into a relationship. He’s had a mild crush on Kiku for years, but didn’t say anything because he’s with Tino. The Finnish man is attractive enough. A bit chubby, but so is Kiku, though maybe not quite as much. Apparently he has a type. But it’s the other thing he said that brings him pause.

    “Vhat do jou mean, make me scream?” Tino’s eyes glint, and he licks his lips.

    “I'm not submissive. Not in the least. I don’t plan on ever being submissive. But you still have an opportunity to be dominant.” Kiku perks up, and smiles brightly at him.

    “I wirr submit to you! Of course, we aren’t going to be strictry sexuar. We both want someone to be with emotinarry too. Though sex is rather nice.” Tino nods his agreement.

    “We want someone to love, more than we want anything else. Think about it. We’ll wait for you, Ludwig.” He winks at him, then gently tugs Kiku elsewhere, so they can finish what they started. The German stares after them, mind racing.

~

    “I zink jou should do it.” Gilbert is upside down on the couch, head on the ground and feet dangling over the back, where his head should be. “It’s really eye opening. Jou don’t realize how closed off ze human views ve follow are until jou defy zem. Zis ist ein I vould recommend defying. Ve’re practically immortal beings, Vest. If most humans can’t go zeir lives loving ein, how are ve supposed to? It’s so freeing to be in a non-monogamous relationship. Look at Mathias, Matthieu, und I! Ve’ve never been happier. Ve love each ozer so very much.” His voice clouds over with emotion. “I’m gonna go call zem. I miss zem.” He somersaults off the couch, and practically runs to his room. Ludwig blinks after him. Well, that’s not the answer he was hoping for, but probably the answer he needed.

    “I can do zis,” he mumbles to himself, walking to the landline. He knows it’s not very practical nowadays, and he doesn’t use it very often, but this feels like a special moment. One that would be enhanced by one of his special occasion habits. He dials the number to Kiku’s house without a second thought, having memorized it long ago. He just hopes that’s where they’re at today. Thankfully, he’s in luck. The line clicks alive, and Kiku’s voice comes through.

    “Herro? Rudwig? Why are you calling the landline?” Ah. He meant to call his cellphone, but that’s not the one he has memorized. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head quickly.

    “Nein! Nozing is vrong. I just… Is Tino zere vith jou?”

    “Mm, he is.”

    “Can jou put me on speaker?”

    “One moment.” There’s a shuffling, and Ludwig takes a deep breath. This is it. This is his opportunity to back down. “Okay. Say what you wanted to.” Or continue forward.

    “I’ve zought about jour offer. A lot, if I’m being honest.” It’s been a little over a month since that interaction, and he’s barely slept from thinking about it so often. Mostly, he’s been fantasizing what it would be like. At first, he thought they might all link hands as they walked, but GIlbert informed him that leads to bumping into things. More accurately, they would switch who was in the middle every time. And, though he didn’t want to think about it because of his uncertainty in it, he’s thought about how sex might work. Between him and Kiku, him and Tino, and all three of them. He’s certain all three will leave him feeling safe during such a vulnerable act. That’s something he’s always worried about, at the back of his mind. If he’s safe or not when he’s being vulnerable like that.

    “You have?” Tino’s voice asks. It’s a bit further away than Kiku’s, slightly muffled, and his mind immediately goes to the gutter. He’s probably just cuddling a stuffed animal! He doesn’t believe that, but he repeats it to himself mentally.

    “Ja. Und…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He so desperately wants to, but he can’t. What if they’ve changed their minds? What if they do get together, and he messes it up?

    “Rudwig. If you’re worrying, don’t. We wirr teach you anything you want or need to know. And we haven’t changed our mind. If anything, we want you to join us more.” It’s unfair, how Kiku always knows what he’s thinking. But it settles his unease enough for him to say it.

    “I vant to try. Danke for jour vait. I know zat must have been bozersome.”

    “Not at all!” Tino’s closer to the phone now, and his mouth is full, which doesn’t help Ludwig’s dirty thoughts. “It can take a long time to decide if polyamory is worth trying. I’m just glad you are willing to give it a chance.”

    “Hai! I’m happy you want to try! We both are!” He giggles. “We were just about to go on a romantic vacation. Wourd you rike to go with us?” He feels his face heat up. A romantic vacation? He really shouldn’t… He has tons of work to do. But his body tingles warmly at the thought, and he knows there’s no use fighting what he wants.

    “Zat sounds wonderful.” He lets himself smile freely for the first time in a long time. Maybe Gilbert is right. Speaking of Gilbert… He rolls his eyes at the music drifting from his room. It’s an incredibly sappy love song, likely coming from Matthieu’s end of the three-way call, but it makes his heart even lighter. The perfect song for the perfect moment.

[sworntolight]

Kiku wasn’t into play fighting and Takeru knew that, but that wouldn’t stop him from playfully pushing her over anyway! It was easier to /start/ cuddles than it was to actually ask for them, especially on this particular grassy hill by the sea. Even if Takeru was less cuddling and more just hovering over her though.

It was a push that would get him a surprised squeak from the raven, falling into the grass before she could even register just what’d happened. He was right, she’d never liked playfights - but rather than remind him of that, rolling onto her back with lips parted, she let her voice die out in her throat at the sight of him. Blue eyes bright like the sky, the warmth in his expression... It was hard to question or scold when she could feel her heart swelling in her chest, slow hands reaching up to cup his cheeks.

“If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve said so,” Kiku teased instead, gaze softening as it met his. He was a sight she’d never get tired of... Or of holding, lifting herself up off the grass enough to peck a soft kiss to his lips and curl her arms around his shoulders. If he wouldn’t come down, she’d just have to come up, right~?

[my-muses-in-op]

I TOTALLY SQUEAKED, SCREAMED AND FANGIRLED SO HARD OVER THE NEW ONE PIECE CHAPTER.

Spoilers below the cut. Edited

IZO HAS/HAD A LITTLE BROTHER? Oops, I didn’t really realize that O-Kiku and Izo were siblings. XD. Anyway, Kikunojo is so adorable. Can’t wait to see more of him. Seems I wasn’t too far off that Izo had a biological sibling, though I won’t change my OC Ida. Might have to change his story now... Hmmm.... I knew it was a risk rp’ing him and writing a background story for him. Have anyone even read my background story for him?

I’m so hoping that Izo will show up in presnet day and help his brother and the others. I NEED THAT TO HAPPEN GODDAMIIT. I’m still convinced that the letter Marco was going to send was to Izo and that the time had come. For freeing Wano AND helping Ace’s precious little brother.

Also, I’m pretty confident that Inuarashi and Nekomamushi were the ones washing ashore.

God I loved this chapter. Even if I’m still waiting to see what happened in the present day, this is actually really good.

[nonspeakingkiku]

Important post. Please share!

Kiku is attempting to crowdfund the AAC app Touchchat with Wordpower while it is on sale.

Kiku trialed it a while ago and it works really well for Kiku so Kiku hopes can get it.

Paypal: paypal.me/stardustsystem

Paypal is wifeys.

Also apple gift cards are an option.

Touchchat is normally $300 before taxes and fees so goal is $180 to make sure taxes and fees will be covered. Sale starts the 11th and ends the 17th.

$0/$180

Editing to add info.

$10/$180

[flowerwrites06]

renai I — myg

Plot: Yoongi grew up to be a loyal and ruthless Prince, feeling the tendrils of his destiny choking him since childhood. Until one night of conquest, he meets the mysterious princess of Tairuko and the world of Gods and Kings begins to show cracks. 

Pairing(s): Demi-God Yoongi x Demi-Goddess OC (Name: Kiku) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series (Interactive) 

Word Count: 2k+ 

Genre: Fantasy AU | Gods & Goddesses AU 

Tags & Warnings: war, violence, people being treated as spoils of conquest, forced arranged marriage, more tags will be stated in future chapters. 

Authors Note: I’m so sorry for taking so long with posting this, I had a late night doing other things and didn’t have time to finish the final scene. Hope you enjoy this! I will also post a new poll for the next update tonight. 

Tairuko was once a secret valley hidden from the eyes of the world. Until the eve of Princess Kiku’s twenty-first birthday, fires began to bloom at the edge of the valley. Warm yellow cut through the silvery light of the full moon. Warning bells rang of an invasion, led by the demi-god Prince of Haggu-mor.

Priestesses scurried Kiku to the High Temple. She was still draped in translucent white dresses and a diamond lace veil, traditional for royal birthdays. Double doors squeaked as the maidens were nearly sobbing from the sounds outside. Screaming, begging and roaring laughter resounded through the peaceful valley.

Kiku looked across the marble floors and peered at the silver status of Gekko, the Moon Goddess.

Hanggu-mor and Tairuko had been forced into an alliance as the Goddess of Seas, Bohna, struck a friendship with Gekko. The friendship fell apart when King Pavel took Bohna and she gave birth to the Prince. Yoongi was his name, Kiku remembered.

For twenty-one years, both kingdoms had been on chilling terms. That is until Yoongi’s military efforts became hard to ignore. He had taken his status as half-god and made it known painfully to the kingdoms that were invaded. Including her own.

Kiku took a deep breath and sat on the floor in front of Gekko. She quietly lit the candles and rested them on the lotuses as they floated calmly on the small ponds. A maiden was shaking next to her, jumping every time a loud bang resounded outside of the building. “Nothing will happen to you. I promise.”

The priestesses were the only people who understood that statement. Many peaceful Leaders had done it before to prevent any bloodshed.

Metal clanging resounded on the other side of the temple doors. Three maidens began to sob in one corner but Kiku only looked up at Gekko, praying for strength. The doors burst open to more raucous laughter and battle cries while the priestesses quickly protected the maidens, standing near Kiku. She gently picked a pink lotus from the pond.

Prince Yoongi was of small build but his aura reached and stained each wall of the temple. He had long blonde hair, gold and black robes draped over his body and a scar deeply cut down his right eye. “Sweet princess Kiku. Look at you all dressed up for the occasion.” His raspy voice sent a tingle down Kiku’s spine. “I don’t enjoy doing this. My father and mother were quite adamant on me taking on this conquest.”

Kiku stood up to her feet, fixing her gold bangles and veil before turning on her heel. She didn’t say anything. Simply walked closer to the prince and handed him the pink lotus.

His sharp, dark eyes pierced into the princess. Her dark hair glowed like gentle flame under the lanterns and she smelled of sweetness. “A gift for me?” Yoongi smirked.

“An offering,” said Kiku. “Your father and mother want me, yes?”

Yoongi looked her up and down. “They do.”

“Then you may have me. Leave this valley alone.” Kiku nodded behind her.

“That’d be a shame.” Yoongi’s voice descended to an eerie whisper. “This valley has many things that Hanggu-mor could enjoy.” He looked around the temple until his eyes finally stopped on Kiku, gaze glinting with hunger. “Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer just you. Personally anyway.” Yoongi softly accepted the lotus from her, purposely caressing her hand. He walked closer, leaning forward until his nose just hovered over hers. “Your chariot awaits, sweet princess.”

-

Hanggu-mor was a grand kingdom sequestered in the ocean. The waves glimmered like deep sapphires under the rising summer sun. Kiku watched the crewmen banter and shout at each other at the docks. They were taken to the palace on a grand, open carriage. People had decorated it with blue flowers that Kiku didn’t know the name of.

Kiku watched this new kingdom through her sheer white veil. The people welcomed their beloved prince with cheers, pearls and flowers. He waved and beamed at the attention, glowing like he was competing with the sun itself.

Yoongi caught her eyes quickly, smirking in satisfaction. “This is what it’s like to have attention, sweet princess. Do you enjoy it?”

She immediately looked away. A group of children were climbing on each other to see the Prince. “Royalty works differently in Tairuko.”

“Ah yes, you are merely a daughter of Gekko.” Yoongi didn’t hide the mockery in his tone.

“You think my faith is wrong?”

Yoongi raised a brow. “I think Gods and Kings need to be cut down a peg or two.” There was no smile on his face at that time.

The carriage travelled uphill, past the bustling towns that smelled of fresh fish and salt. She saw women wearing layered dresses of silk and their hair tied in pins that glimmered like water travelled inside the gems.

The palace came into view. A grand structure of white stone and sapphire, sharp roofs and grand waterfalls rushed on the sides of the hill to the river in the lowlands.

A crowd of guards surrounded the arriving carriage. Through the blue metal gates, they were welcomed by lotus ponds and Water Nymphs giggling in their shining dresses. They whispered of her. They knew she had come from Tairuko. The strange, hidden land that held ancient Nymphs and magical creatures.

As the carriage stopped, the guards moved not a muscle. They waited for Yoongi to leave the carriage and walk to Kiku’s side. He opened the carriage and held her hand, escorting her to the entrance of the palace.

The tiles were decorated in beautiful mosaics and most of the palace was left open air, the wet and cool breeze from the sea made the inner gardens dance. A placid pool centred most of the courtyards and Water Nymphs lounged in them, some also bathed in them.

The private room was just past this pool. From the open windows, Kiku saw the low lying towns and their rice farms. Rivers vectored around each cluster and a distant view of the grand ocean peeked behind the lush mountains.

On their left sat King Pavel in this beautiful sapphire and rose quartz throne. Four consorts lounged on mats near him, glistening in pearls and transparent dressing. The King was not quite a picture of his subjects. His skin was saggy and sharp, his eyes a blue turning milky white, his robes were barely hanging onto his thin body and his grey beard reached down to his navel.

If there were resemblances between the King and his two sons then Kiku would’ve never guessed.

Pavel attempted a thin smile, making the hairs of his beard lift. “Son…welcome home.” He held his arms out, standing from the throne and pulling Yoongi into a hug.

“It’s good to see you, father.” Yoongi had a distinct affectionate voice but here, it was formal. All this affection was for the convenience of showing off.

Those sharp blue eyes flickered to Kiku.

“My, look at you.” Pavel padded closer, standing over her at full height but bending his crackling back to examine her properly. “So the rumours are true. People of Tairuko are of unimaginable beauty.” He gave her a full-toothed smile and Kiku caught a whiff of makgeolli in his breath.

“The princess insisted on leaving Tairuko alone in exchange for her.” Yoongi nodded towards her.

“I expected so.” Pavel chuckled and Kiku felt her stomach twist. “It’s fine. Tairuko is but a measly town compared to the only blood daughter of Gekko. She’s a stubborn wench, that Goddess.”

Anger flared in Kiku’s chest. “She chose a man she loved and fought against being taken. It’s not stubbornness.”

“A God with only one child is a weak God in our world, child.” Pavel grinned again, the smell of his breath nearly bringing Kiku to tears. “She protected you too much and now look at you.”

“Father,” Yoongi quickly interrupted. “Shall we move on? My legs are tired.”

“Ah, yes of course.” Pavel nodded.

“Since the Prince found Tairuko, perhaps he should take the moon princess as his wife.” One of the favourites spoke, waving her glimmering silver fan gently over her soft face. “As a reward.”

“You can’t leave me out of this grand occasion.” Another sweeter voice spoke.

At the corner of the throne room, next to Pavel’s chair, was the second son. Prince Hoseok looked more like a younger Pavel than Yoongi did. While Yoongi held the dark eyes and blonde hair of his mother, Hoseok had the black hair and sharp blue eyes of his father.

Hoseok was the human child of Pavel and the old Queen Alyona. Kiku didn’t hear much of him outside of family connections but the man held himself as if the world was in his grasp.

“After all, you promised a prize from Tairuko, brother.” Hoseok pouted, in such a natural way, like it was his habit from a young age. Especially towards his older brother.

For the first time since Kiku had seen him, Yoongi look reluctant. “I’ve brought many jewels and creatures from Tairuko that you might enjoy.”

“Now Yoongi, you’ve never been a lover of marriage.” Pavel had been waiting to defend his younger son.

Hoseok was the lesser-known and lesser loved son of Pavel. However, Pavel had more control over Hoseok as opposed to Yoongi, who had a much more powerful mother. If the daughter of Gekko were married to Yoongi, the power dynamic would topple. If Kiku was married to Hoseok, a mortal, she would be demoted to a Prince’s wife.

It was also a simple case of favouritism. Yoongi was a far more impressive royal and the people adored him more than their current King.

Whatever the reason, Kiku felt her stomach sink. She knew neither of them but Yoongi had the influence of his mother. At the very least, she could be safe around him. Hoseok was an unpredictable force. The way he had his eyes pierced on her, Kiku was nothing but a trophy he had to have.

“Perhaps my heart’s changed, Father. Do not make me ache so deeply.” Yoongi tried to have a lighthearted tone.

Kiku was struggling to keep her courage. The only thing comforting her is Pavel’s twitching right eye, proving that the power dynamic was already so vulnerable. Its instability thrummed in the air like eerie music.

“But I missed out on all the fun. Otherwise, I would’ve taken a trophy myself but you only got pious priestesses.” Hoseok gestured with a grimace. “I guess I could take one of them.”

Kiku could feel the two priestesses freeze at the notion. “I’d rather not marry the man who terrorised my kingdom,” she spoke quickly.

Pavel gave a false apologetic look. “It would be a little painful, wouldn’t it?” He looked over at Yoongi, not hiding any of his satisfaction from Kiku’s sudden interruption. “You’re not a man to force anyone’s hand, Yoongi. Especially innocents.”

Yoongi tightened his jaw and placed his hands behind his back. “No, Father.” Immediately, he switched to a smile at Hoseok. “You have my blessing.”

Hoseok’s face brightened. Not quite like the sun itself but a glare of shine against metal. It was laced with greed and hunger as he jumped to his feet and rushed to Kiku.

She felt like a doll gifted to the Prince. It wasn’t too far off from the way Hoseok circled her and touched her veil. He finally stood in front of her, leaning forward to take a close look at her face.

“You have pretty lips,” he said.

Kiku attempted a smile. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“She’s quite small for a demi-goddess.” Hoseok tilted his head. “But you’ll be able to have lots of children.” He threw that statement so loosely, that Kiku wondered if the man knew what having offspring meant.

Kiku glanced over at Yoongi who did not look angry at all. She expected a sense of frustration for not being able to enjoy the spoils of his conquest. But he looked genuinely concerned. His face had never looked so softened and worried.

The Grand Prince’s changed face brought darkness over her courage. Suddenly, Kiku noticed the cold snake-like grip on her neck as she watched Pavel. She had protected her priestesses from being taken by Hoseok.

How she was going to release from his grip was a worry that may eat at her stomach later.

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[breakdawn-avenue]

VRainsweek, Day 7

Prompt: Vacations Day 1: “A moment of silence” Day 2: “The conflict in the inner mind” Day 3: Ai-chan fly~ Day 4: “Path to the future” Day 5: “What destiny shows” Day 6: “Fighting spirit” Day 7: “Cyverse world” @vrainsweek

Summary: Today, the Ignis proudly announce that they finished re-creating their Cyverse World. Eager to see what they have been doing for these past weeks, their Origins head off to visit them. Thankfully, no one has to fear an ambush because since Zaizen Akira is the head of SOL Technology, Link VRains runs smoothly like never before.

Word count: 1.220 Note: for the mini fic’s purpose, I gave Windy’s Origin a name. until canon gives us an official name, I’ll be sticking with mine _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

After the best hackers in their team manage to re-create a save place for the Ignis, they re-build their home. And once they finish it, they invite their Origins who could bring a close friend with them. No one expects him to come – much less that this message reaches him – but Windy’s Origin really makes it through the troublesome gate that protects the entrance of the new Cyverse World. He introduces himself as Kazehara Takeshi. He didn’t bring a companion with him. At first, Windy is at a loss. He barely utters out a coherent word. Then they fall out like a waterfall. Windy pulls him to every creation of his own section of the Cyverse world. Explains in detail how he wanted his aerial landscape to look like, what he had thought of when he created it and how much he had to prevent Ai from hijacking his efforts. But a short question in a hushed voice makes him stop. Windy turns around with big, violet coloured eyes and starts weeping. He clings to his Origin and apologizes for what he did when he was out of his mind. Takeshi carefully places his hands on Windy’s back. Miyu couldn’t leave Aoi behind in the real world which is why she brought her along. Aqua is delighted to see both of them. They squeak and start to chatter right away. Hugs, giggles, touches and kisses happen at the exact same time. It takes them probably the longest to finally visit the aquatic landscape of Aqua. Some of her Marincess Monsters are already enjoying the sea. Most of all, Aqua’s Crystal Heart resides at the center of her space, overlooking the area like the majestic ruler she is. Aqua quickly programs face masks for both of her Partners and dives with them into her sea. Underneath, her whole work gets visible. She explains that she was inspired by both of her Partners when she created her aquatic paradise. Underwater plants fill the floor, colourfull coral reefs cover the rocks, sea anemones are gently caressing them. Usually the quiet, very controlled Aqua is way too eager to show them every corner of her own world. Once they dived into the sea, no one sees them again during their whole stay in the Cyverse World. It doesn’t take him long to decide that Earth’s woods is Specter’s new home. He kept some rocky parts but it’s mostly covered with a forest. Soft moss and blades grass are on the floor. Tall oaks, fir trees and other trees he has never seen before form a soothing hall-like atmosphere that doesn’t feel intimidating at all. Rays of sunlight create a dreamy scenario. Earth’s Rock Golem is placed in the middle of his landscape, and all around him Earth created a garden-like place for relaxing. Colourfull flowers, delicate plants and bushes fill the place. Specter settles there with Earth. They keep talking and talking. About all the plants Earth placed in his landscape, barely scratched their experiences during Lightning’s warfare, how things are going in their lives. They promise each other to visit. Since right now, no threat is coming after the Ignis, they are free to wander where they want to. Not once has Specter thought about Revolver. Even if Earth asks, Specter only answers that he might be accompanying him the next time. But right now, he focuses solely on Earth. His Ignis blushes in response. Flame decorated his landscape like a crater, filled with tangible warm lava. But those he holds close to his burning heart will never get harmed by these hot liquid fused rocks. Soulburner is adamantly making sure that Kiku doesn’t make a careless move, though. Even if it feels a bit exaggerated, Flame isn’t able to scold his Partner for being protective over his life-long best friend. Kiku is taking in the view with big eyes. She’s almost praising Soulburner’s Partner non-stop that makes Flame flustered. To show off a bit, he creates seats for them from the lava. He promises them that it won’t hurt them. Soulburner almost freaks out but Kiku – ever the trusting – literally flops onto the nearest seat. Soulburner still frets but Kiku only giggles. She leans in with an absolute content sigh and claims that the warmth filling her body feels unbelievably nice. Soulburner changes a worried look with his Ignis but Flame only makes a little nest on Kiku’s stomach. Reluctant, Soulburner sits down on the next seat. Kiku announces in utter joy that she’s happy to be in the Cyverse World with them which makes both, Origin and Partner, even more flustered. Even if Jin eventually found out what Lightning did to him – and still has trouble to connect what happened to himself – he still clings to Playmaker when they make it through the bothersome gate. He doesn’t let go of him once they reach the Cyverse World. While the other Ignis pick up their Partner, Aoi and Kiku respectively, Lightning is nowhere to be seen. Jin looks around. His heart starts to throb. It is then that he lets go of Playmaker and starts to walk. Playmaker stops him, unsure to leave him but Jin promises him that he can feel that Lightning is in his own area. Since Jin isn’t as tied to their past anymore as he had been, Playmaker reluctantly lets him go. Past the other Ignises’ landscapes, Jin reaches the valley-like landscape of Lightning. Once the Ignis realizes that his Partner is standing in front of him, his green diamond shapes eyes widen in shock, claiming that he has been 100 % certain that Jin would never come. Jin, however, kneels down carefully. Startled, Lightning jumps up but Jin catches him with a gentle hold. He hides his face and starts to shake when Jin asks him with a quiet whisper to start over again. Playmaker never really knew what exactly he had wanted in a co-existence of humans and Ignis but seeing the Origins and their partners enjoying their time together, chatting and bonding, it makes his heart swell. This is good. This is what he wants to protect. The Ignis are their Origins, the Origins are their Partners and this relationship should never be tainted ever again. Unfortunately, next to Lightning, Ai also doesn’t pick him up from the entrance. His own space is the farthest away from the entrance. It takes him some time to find his Ignis. It surprises him greatly that Ai’s landscape isn’t a re-creation of Ignister Ailand or any other amusement park. In fact, Ai’s landscape doesn’t depict anything else than flat earth. No mountains, no rivers, no playground, no whatsoever. It surprises him that not even Linkkuriboh is with him. It’s hard to say if Ai is lazy right now when he sits alone on the floor and stares blankly in front of him. He tries to draw him out but Ai barely reacts to him. He doesn’t answer any questions. But he looks to him with thick tears in his eyes when Playmaker lays down beside him and gently pulls him closer. Ai sobs quietly and lays down on his right cheek. Playmaker offers to help him create a fine landscape for him. Quietly sniffling, Ai agrees to that before he finally relaxes, feeling that he’s truly forgiven.

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Ameripan day 4

Festival prince

The yearly festival had begun. Music played, young maidens danced, the king was getting drunk as usual. The only difference were the foreign guests. People from Africa to Asia swarmed what would have been your standard European party. A great party held by the king and queen, welcoming peace throughout the world.

Prince Alfred wasn't as interested. It wasn't that the party was boring. The problem was that the prince had to find a spouse by the end of this. His parents were growing old and he wanted to at least choose a bride before it was to late. But none of the lovely young ladies caught his attention.

Interrupting the loud guests, a horn blared. Why on earth would a guest arrive so late? The answer was the young man and his younger brother. Their names were announced.

"Kiku and Niko Honda, princes of the sun kingdom."

No one could help but stare at them. Niko was slightly shorter, his hair a bit more untamed. His eyes scanned the audience for something. That’s when he spotted prince Alfred, who suddenly had an interest in them. Not them. Kiku.

The prince gazed in admiration at Kiku, his cheeks turning red. Niko nudged his brother and whispered something to him. Kiku looked up and his eyes locked with Alfred’s. His face turned as red as his shoes.

All Alfred could do was admire the prince. How his hair fell in front of his face. The way his white suit made him stand out against the colorful dresses and black suits.

Eventually, he just couldn’t wait any longer. Alfred stood and walked over to the prince. He tapped Kiku’s shoulder, and the prince spun around. Surprise gleamed in his eyes.

“Prince Alfred,” Kiku breathed in shock.

“Would you like to talk?” Alfred eagerly asked.

“Yes, I would love too.”

Alfred lead Kiku to the royal barn.

“Aren’t you a little late for a prince,” Alfred asked.

“It seems I was,” Kiku blushed.

Alfred leaned in to kiss him. But Kiku raised his hand so Alfreds lips landed on his palm. A playful smile danced across Kiku’s face.

“You’d be a bit naive to kiss someone you just met.”

“Then I guess I am,” Alfred lowered Kiku’s hand and pressed him against the wall, connecting their lips.

Kiku squeaked in surprise but didn’t deny him. He wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, pulling him closer. Alfred felt his heart doing summersaults in his chest.

Later on in the evening, the two princes walked hand in hand. They watched sword fights and dancing, playing games and ate sweets. Both were very tired. Kiku looked at the time, noting how late it was getting.

“I must return home soon.”

“Then I will write to you everyday.”

“And I will do the same to you.”

As their final goodbye, they kissed, keeping their promise forever, even in marriage

[freckledbastard]

Okay it may be obvious but my favorite new character possibility is kiku (trans woman who is beautiful and dangerous and not a joke? Pls sign me up n take my ring) but I can't wait to play as perona again. She was the first I maxed out and she was so broken in 3 once you figured out how to work her, just like Robin was

if i was on a hard mission i almost always went with tashigi, she had one move i just constantly spammed and it wiped out so many enemies. you know the last island where you fight all the straw hats and sabo and ace at once? just spam that one move and it was so easy. perona was so good as well though, i never quite got the hang of her but i enjoyed playing as her, plus the little squeaks when she dashed forward? ADORABLE.

i really love using robin as well, i hope for PW4 they update her second special move so she can attack multiple enemies at once, athough i suppose its meant to just be for generals hmmmm.

kiku is so good. SO GOOD. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I REALLY HOPE SHE’LL BE PLAYABLE. THEY’LL HAVE BEEN IN WANO ARC IN THE MANGA FOR TWO YEARS BY THAT POINT SHE’S G O T TO BE IN THE GAME IM BEGGING THEM. and i knowwwwww..... trans representation? that’s not comedic or transphobic? i am ALL ABOUT THAT. we spent a lot of time with her learning her quirks and personalities before it was revealed casually she was trans, so glad. SO GLAD.

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TakeruxKiku - Chocolates

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   Kiku sighed. This would be the first time in ten years that she had never made chocolates in preparation of Valentine’s Day. She stared at her baking materials. She adored making chocolate; she had a real knack for it due to that decade’s worth of time and practise poured into making it. It was only ever obligation chocolate - and she swears by that, she swears up and down that it was “only” obligation chocolate - but it still meant the world to her and it always cheered up Takeru.

   She sighed again. She supposed she could make some for her other friends but she didn’t want to give any of her other male friends the wrong impression and as for her female friends, they were probably in the midst of chocolate overload themselves preparing both obligation and confession chocolates.

   Kiku hadn’t expected this minute change to depress her so much. She had been handling Takeru’s disappearance from her life quite well. They talked once in a blue moon but it just wasn’t enough. Especially on a lovey-dovey day such as Valentine’s Day.

   But, rather than huff and sigh and hope for a phone call that never came, Kiku decided that she would merely eat her sorrow. After all, her mother had gone and bought some baking chocolate for Kiku to play with without consulting her first. It wouldn’t taste nice but chewing on it would taste better than the romantic sorrow taking ahold of her heart.

   So, Kiku made her way to the refrigerator. In its open-doored cool, she broke off a few pieces from the block and popped them in her mouth. Her mother had bought her dark chocolate this year, judging by the cloying taste in her mouth. Dark chocolate wasn’t Takeru’s favourite but Kiku already knew exactly how she would prepare it anyway. She would add some sea salt to it or possibly some spice or liqueurs, if her father was feeling irresponsible. 

   As Kiku chewed and closed the door, the phone rang. As she was the only one home - and would be until another forty-five minutes - passed, she answered it.

   “Hewwo?” she said and she harshly swallowed her chocolate. “Sorry, I was eating.”

   “It’s fine.”

   Kiku’s heart pounded. It was Takeru and suddenly, her spirits soared.

   “It’s me .” he said. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kiku.”

   “Happy Valentine’s Day, Takeru.” Kiku replied, soft and smiling. “Thank you for calling.”

   “No problem. I just wanted to let you know, I’m thinking of you.” 

   “you are?” Kiku’s heart fluttered.

   “Mm, yeah. Convenience store chocolate sucks compared to your stuff. But, I bought some anyway to, uh, honour you, I guess. Like, long distance obligation chocolate.” Takeru said.

   “Oh, Takeru.” Kiku huffed. “It was never obligation chocolate! I like you!”

   On the other end of the line, she could hear Takeru choke and sputter.

   “It was?” he finally stammered out. “I - I mean, you do?”

   “Yes. I do. I - I should have told you sooner.” Kiku admitted.

   “I like you too, Kiku.” Takeru mumbled.

   “Y-You do?” she squeaked.

   “Yeah.” Takeru mumbled, awkward-sounding. “Damn, uh... what now?”

   “What now? I’m going to make some chocolate for you. As your newly-instated girlfriend, I can’t have you eating convenience store chocolate. I’ll have it sent to you quick-smart, I swear.” Kiku said.

   “Thanks Kiku, I look forward to it.” Takeru replied and Kiku could hear the grin in his voice. 

   It was wonderful and she would have savoured it longer, but she was a woman on a mission now. She had chocolate to make!

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Ah, okay, sorry! Camera or flower for Japan ^^

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Kiku was sitting in on his porch sipping tea as he watched the moon high in the sky above.

All of a sudden he heard rustling in the grass to his left. He looked, but nothing was there. The rustling continued so Kiku put down his tea and made his way over to the grass. 

When he parted them he saw a tiny baby rabbit in the middle. It looked up at Kiku, made one scared squeak noise, and closed its eyes waiting for the pain it thought the sudden stranger would bring.

Kiku gently picked up the little rabbit and held it closed to his chest.

“Do not worry. I will not hurt you.”

As if the rabbit could understand what Kiku was saying, it calmed down and opened its eyes.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where is your family?”

The rabbit looked around before once again returning its gaze to Kiku.

“Ah, I see, you got lost. Gomen. Here, I’ll place you on the porch.It’s higher than the ground giving your family a better chance of seeing you.”

Kiku made his way back it his house and placed the little bunny on the porch. He went inside, got some vegetables and a cup of water and placed it in front of the bunny.

“Here you are little one.”

The two sat on the porch and relaxed. An hour later there was rustling in the grass again. This time a duo of rabbits hopped out.

The baby bunny started to hop with joy at seeing the sight for its parents. Kiku set the rabbit on the ground and watched as it hopped away with its family.

“I’m glad they are together again. Well. time for bed for me now I suppose.”

The next morning Kiku woke up to the sound of hoping on his porch. He got up and went outside. 

On the porch were Kiku and the baby rabbit spend the night was a pile of little flowers. In the corner of his eyes Kiku saw three rabbits hop away into the forest.

“Haha, how sweet.”

Kkiku gently picked up the flowers and placed them in a vace. For that day on he always left out a cup of water and a few veggies and he would always wake up to a tiny pile of flowers.