#post cannon

[davastationart]

Domestic mornings ☕️

[hotpinkrathian]

Ahhhh so I have to admit I have been working on something, it's a very big project for me.

It's 30 000 words long as of now, and I estimate to be about 1/2 - 2/3 of the way through the story. I'm super excited about it, however I don't want to get to a point where I'm almost done and don't finish, which is why I am writing it so much.

I want everyone in the kyalin Fandom to be right there with me when it's ready. So I'm going to do my best to finish it before I start posting.

How would I describe it???

A Kyalin mystery slowburn

Here's a snippet from Chapter 3 (spoilers ahead)

“Here,” Tenzin said, passing Lin a notice.

“So secretive,” Kya joked, pretending to lean over.

“It's not that secret,” Tenzin said, “two more came forward getting letters, bringing the total to-”

“Forty-nine.” Lin finished. The names added to the list weren't familiar to her. An Earth Republic mayor, and a fire nation general. “Something tells me there's one more out there,” Lin said.

“You think? An even 50?”

“Stopping at forty-nine would be good thinking on their end,” Kya said, “I mean, it would have everyone worried over the 50th letter, which doesn't exist.” She elaborated.

Lin raised an eyebrow, shrugging it off.

“What are the odds they get out anyway?” Kya asked.

“You mean the dirt?” Lin clarified.

“Yeah. Are the threats… real? Do you think they actually know something, or is it… broad enough to make yo- people think they did something.”

“Well we've bounced around that idea for a while,” Lin said, “but I think the general consensus was that… they were a little too close for comfort.” She looked to Tenzin, whose harrowing eyes reflected the anxieties of her own.

Her own letter bounced around in the back of brain, waiting to be unpacked. She had divulged so much into dealing with the case, and worrying about Suyin, she hadn't put much thought into how she would deal with the information revealed by her letter.

What she would do.

What she would say.

She didn't inherently think she had anything to be ashamed of, but there were plenty others who wouldn't see it that way.

It would be career ending, perhaps enough to chase her out of town in search of a fresh start.

If Suyin was still alive, Zaofu could make for a nice retirement place.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said, getting up. She made for the bathroom down the hall, but instead opened the window at the end of the hall.

Delicately, and with precision, even in her wine-induced stupor, she climbed outside, hanging onto the ledge.

She'd done it a thousand times in her teen years. Scaling the air temple had been a right of passage, and a necessity, when she was with Tenzin.

It was second nature to her as she hauled herself to the upper floor.

Luckily, the window wasn't locked and she got back inside with ease.

She walked quietly down the hall, praying she didn't wake the kids. It was as she remembered. Almost nothing had changed, and a strange wave of deja vu overcame her.

It ended when she entered the left door, and not the right.

Kya's room was one she hadn't been in much, especially as she got older. It looked as she had envisioned. It was tasteful and colorful. Lin envied her ability to pick out pictures and tapestries of varied colors, still managing to make them go together.

First she checked the nightstand, which had a lot of interesting things, but nothing she was looking for.

She checked the duffle bag on the chair, nothing but clothes and towels.

She sighed, looking around.

She noticed the bed was lifted slightly off the floor. Tenzin used to keep… stuff under his bed.

Perhaps these airhead all thought alike.

She got on her knees before laying herself gently onto her stomach.

She outstretched an arm under the bed, feeling around until her palm landed on a box.

She pulled it out, and allowed herself to stand up before setting it on the bed and opening it.

The unmistakable waxy green seal.

The inky handwriting on the back with a clear name designation.

The clear indication that it had been open and removed multiple times.

She held it in her hand, her fingers frozen.

Fifty

[ima-ghost-art]

Guess who finally got around to drawing their post-war Leo design!!! I think after exploding it doesn't make much sense that Leo would still be fully in one piece, to ofc his siblings made sure to help kit him out with some cool new celestial bronze limbs plus a monster-grade hearing aid!!

ALSO sketches of Frank just loving his small bf

[eew101]

Just messing about I tried drawing an older Garak from a photo of Andy - it’s not the best but pushing what I can do is good practice

[tansyuduri]

Arthur and Merlin learn that, this time, Destiny does not have them in a doomed chokehold. Also, they have sex in the Crystal cave. (I did not plan on that originally)

[bean-mame]

Wolfwood Alive AU (part3) end

!!Trimax spoiler!!

part1

part2

[masterrainb0w]

Post cannon Nark indulgence

[fashionlizard]

OLD MAN ALERT

[mixymagic]

Ok, ok, the fact that Joey took the ocean empire in season 2 after Lizzie had it is very ironic, and FULL of potential.

The people in Joey's empire tell story's of the Ocean Queen, Goddess of the sea. They write books about her, deceiving her blue skin and pink hair in grave half-truthed detail. they paint her one walls, they tell stories to children about the Goddess looking over them as they sail, believe that the Sea Goddess will protect them on any ship, and if the ship sinks, you have angered the Queen. That if they disrupt coral reefs they will be cursed forever. They gather buckets of salmon to sacrifice for an Oceans Blessing for extra protection on the rough waters. They honor her brother, known to be the Codfather, with buckets of cod to open up a place in hear heart where she held him dearly.

the story changed over time, as all stories do, but the one thing that is set in stone is the fact that The Queen of the Ocean lost of her memory, and fell with the ruins of her kingdom.

Some sailors consider the exact opposite, they dispise the Ocean Queen. They believe she lost her memory because she was foolish enough to disrupt the great sea. That the Ocean they are sailing on are her tears of regret, and that every life claimed by the sea of tears is a soul sacrificed to the guardians and elder guardians that were killed after the foolish queen vandalized their temple for her own selfish profit, a soul sacrificed for every mistake of the Ocean Queen that lead to a creatures fate. They bring buckets of salmon on their ships to ward of the evil spirits of her and her guard, they take after what was Grimlands and worship them to have protection against the cruel mistress of water. They belive that King Joey will serve the same fate after his guardian farm.They warn their children to never be selfish, or they will have the same end as the lost Ocean emperor.

Over hundreds of years the ocean rehydrated herself in a devastating tsunami, not only once again bringing life to the sea, but destroying the already cracked remains of the Palace of Prismarine. The Remains of the tower sit at the bottom of the ocean floor, along with the already sunken embassies from The Overgrown, the cod empire, and Mezalia. they found the skeletons of her people, abandoned trading markets, and a map of the entire world made by hers truly. Historians were able to find the Ocean Queens Journal with her life story in the deep caves of what is now Tumble Town, in the hands of what is rumored to be the hardened body of The Mad King of Mezalia, supposedly holding on to the final trace of his beloved wife.

No matter your opinion on the Queen of the Sea, If shes a saint, or if shes a sinner, nobody would ever dare forget the Oceans Heir.

[sassyhobbits]

Bloodsworn babysitter

my first fic in so long!! cant explain it, but writing has been difficult for me recently. still, i hope everyone likes this cute lil post-cannon fic. just a lil something to make ya smile.

enjoy!

~~~

Fenrys Moonbeam, the handsomest bloodsworn of the Queen of Terrasen (according to himself), was presented with a blessed afternoon of freedom.

The previous week had been rather busy. They had a new wave of guards to train, which wasn't a job Fenrys took lightly. He wanted to make sure every being who took up arms for Terrasen would perform when it came down to it. He wouldn’t stand for a moment of weakness, of foolish mistakes. Back in Doranelle, Fenrys had never been known as a hardass when it came to training.

But things were different now. He was critical, would snap at the recruits from time to time when they were messing around. Still, when Rowan came to train, he was always a bigger bastard. Apparently, being happily mated and married hadn't been able to change that about him. 

Between training, patrolling, and completing whatever tasks Aelin asked of him, he hadn’t had a minute to himself. Not that his king and queen had fared any better. The five year anniversary of the defeat of Erawan was approaching, and Terrasen would be hosting a ball in celebration. They had been busy planning the infinite details.

He had seen little of his friends recently with all that needed to be done. Today was no exception. Aelin had been complaining about the day filled with meetings for the last week. Fenrys knew she and her consort would be occupied until the evening.

However, the newest member of Terrasen’s royal family was completely free.

Aelin and Rowan’s daughter, Eliora, had been on this earth for eleven months now. She was the perfect mix of her parents. She had Rowan’s silvery hair and frown, and Aelin’s Ashryver eyes and bright smile. From the moment Fenrys first saw the little princess, he knew he would forever protect her as he vowed to protect her mother. He was also on a mission to secure his spot as Eliora’s favorite uncle.

He knocked politely on the door to Eliora’s nursery: a room that connected to Aelin and Rowan’s suite. A soft, femine voice told him to enter. And enter he did. 

Eliora’s nursery was warm and comforting. There was a crib nestled against the wall, a rocking chair tucked snugly in the corner, and a blanket sprawled on the ground covered with some of the princess’ favorite toys. There was a beautiful tapestry of the Lord of the North hanging on the wall, watching over the room diligently. 

Eliora’s nurse who watched her when the queen and king were occupied was a sweet, middle-aged woman whose deep brown hair was just beginning to be streaked with silver. She had Eliora in her arms, flashing Fenrys a large grin as he strolled into the nursery.

“Good afternoon, Lord Moonbeam,” she greeted. “The little princess just woke up from her nap.”

Said little princess cooed and smiled a wide, gummy smile when she laid eyes on Fenrys. 

“She looks well-rested,” he said, reaching his arms out.

“I believe she is,” the nurse answered, smiling at the babe before passing her to him. “And quite happy to see you it would seem.”

Eliora put her little hands on Fenrys' face as a form of greeting. He chuckled and smiled down at her, murmuring, "It's good to see you too, little light." He turned to the nurse, tucking the babe close on his hip, a movement he had seen Aelin make countless times. "I'll take her for the rest of the day, if that's alright with you."

It wasn't uncommon for Fenrys to watch the little princess when Aelin and Rowan were occupied. Everyone in the palace knew that their king and queen trusted him with their daughter. 

"Are you sure, my lord?" the nurse asked. "The queen and king won't be done until this evening."

"More than sure," Fenrys said. "I have the whole day planned for us."

The nurse laughed softly and nodded. "Very well then, Lord Moonbeam." She reached out, tickling Eliora’s sides. "I suppose I'll be seeing you tomorrow, princess."

Fenrys said farewell and the kind nurse swept out, leaving him alone with Eliora. He looked at the little princess, brows high and a wide smile on his face. "You ready for some fun?"

Eliora grinned back, showing off her few teeth in a manner that told him that she was more than ready.

~~~

Fenrys remembered the months leading up to Eliora’s birth. And how tense it was.

It had started out with cheers and smiles and congratulations when they learned that Aelin was with child. Rowan, obviously, quickly took his "territorial Fae nonsense", as Aelin liked to call it, to a new level. He was on edge the entire time, attached to his wife's side as if his life depended on it. 

During that time, Fenrys had gotten quite good at learning new ways to push his buttons. He could push the king to the edge, but never far enough to lead to getting his ass kicked all the way across Orynth. Only enough to make him snarl in a manner that he and Aelin giggled at later. 

Fenrys knew that as the months of Aelin’s pregnancy went on, as her stomach grew and her feet got sore, Rowan’s constant presence and hovering began to get to her. Yet, they both knew where the king’s nerves about the pregnancy stemmed from. He had already lost one mate and unborn babe. So, Aelin endured it. 

Though, it only got worse as they got closer to when the birth would happen. Aelin’s mother had almost passed into the Otherworld giving birth to her. Though he had tried to play it off, even Fenrys was nervous.

But, Yrene had traveled to Orynth. Which meant that Aelin was in the best hands on the continent. 

When Eliora had decided it was time to come out, Fenrys had sworn the entire kingdom came to a standstill. Aelin and Rowan went into their suite along with Yrene and the best healers in Terrasen. Though part of Fenrys wanted to be there beside the queen he served, he knew it was not his place. Instead, he had waited outside the door, pacing and nervous. 

He flinched at every scream and cry of pain that echoed from the other side of the door, bringing back unfortunate memories of their time deep beneath the palace of Doranelle. Another time when he heard her screaming and there was nothing he could do about it.

But, he wasn’t alone in his stressing. Aedion, Lysandra, Elide and Lorcan were outside the royal suites beside him. Aedion paced the entire time, likely wearing a track on the stone floor. Lysandra was less destructive in her worries, attempting to keep their son, who had just turned three, distracted. Elide was trying to be the voice of reason, and though Lorcan wouldn't admit it, Fenrys had known he worried for the queen too.

But, after what felt like an eternity, Aelin’s screams ended, and a new one began. It was small and shrill, but Fenrys could hear the strength behind it. They all looked at one another, smiles breaking out on all their faces when they heard Yrene declare behind the door, “It’s a girl!”

A girl. The new heir of Terrasen was a princess.

It was still another hour of waiting patiently outside their door, listening to the new babe’s cries slowly fade away, soft voices murmuring to one another too quietly for even Fenrys’ sensitive ears couldn’t make out. And then…

They all stood as the door opened, revealing Rowan. His silver hair, which had grown a bit longer since the war, was in disarray. But… his eyes were bright. And there was a smile the likes of which Fenrys had never seen gracing his face. 

“Would you all like to meet her?”

They all filed slowly into the suite. The healers were cleaning up, Yrene sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking with the queen herself. 

Aelin was practically glowing in the late morning sun that filtered through the windows. Her face was bright with a grin that took up nearly the entirety of it, long golden hair loose and falling down the back of her white nightgown. And in her arms, no more than a bundle of soft pink blankets, was the new princess. 

Aelin looked to her court, her smile somehow growing even wider. Rowan sat down beside his wife, looking down at their daughter. The look of utter devotion on his face was something Fenrys would never forget. 

“Hello, everyone,” Aelin greeted. She sat up straighter, angling the bundle of blankets in her arms towards them. “Allow me to introduce our daughter, Eliora Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. Crown princess of Terrasen.”

It was then that Fenrys got his first look at Eliora. He never had much experience with babes, especially since Fae children were so rare. He knew they were small, but not that small. The child in his queen’s arms looked so… fragile. It was hard to believe that Aelin and Rowan, two of the mightiest warriors he had ever seen in his days, could make something so tiny. Her skin was still pink, the smallest puff of silvery-blonde hair on her head. Her eyes were screwed shut. It wouldn’t be a few more days before they learned that she had inherited Ashryver eyes. 

Aedion and Lysandra’s son was the first to meet the new princess. Then, his parents. Elide and Lorcan went next, and then finally, Fenrys said hello. 

“She’s beautiful,” Fenrys had said to the new parents. 

“As if I could make anyone who wasn’t,” replied Aelin, without a lick of humility. As per usual. She looked up at him. “Would you like to hold her?”

Fenrys blinked in surprise. “Me?”

Aelin snorted. “Yes, you. You saved my life, Fenrys. I wouldn’t be here without you… and neither would Eliora.”

Despite himself, Fenrys’ gaze snapped to Rowan. The king consort merely smiled and nodded his head. A mighty gesture, after all that he had been through. To show that he trusted Fenrys to hold his newborn. 

And so Fenrys allowed Aelin to place the babe in his arms, listening to Yrene as she instructed on the best way to hold her. Somehow, it made her seem even smaller. 

Fenrys felt the change in the room in that moment, as they all looked at the next generation of Terrasen. A bright light born from such darkness. Fitting, given her name. Coming from the Old Language, translating roughly to light. Perfect.

Though no words or vows were uttered in that moment, Fenrys knew they all looked upon Eliora and thought about all the hurt and suffering they had endured in their lives, and knew they would do everything in their power to ensure that their children would never face anything of the sort. 

Never.

~~~

Fenrys started off their day with a stroll through the Oakwald. In mid-spring, the forest was a sight to be seen. The grasses were soft, the wildflowers blooming. Kingsflame had been growing across the country since Aelin took the throne, their lovely red petals dotting the land. The springs and ponds were just warm enough to swim in if desired, though Fenrys felt as though he would never quite get used to how chilly the waters were in Terrasen. Even during the warmer months. 

They started with sitting in the grass. The princess crawled around a small clearing, grabbing at flowers and little stones. Fenrys made sure she didn’t put any of them into her mouth. 

She pointed and cooed at the little folk that lingered at the edge on the clearing, who even went as far to whittle tiny animal figures for the princess. Fenrys collected a wooden stag, hawk, and wolf by the end of the day, all which had delighted the little princess. Fenrys sensed the little folk would dote on Eliora as they doted on Aelin. 

Then, Fenrys scooped the princess up and they came upon a little warren of rabbits. Eliora observed them with her wide, Ashryver eyes, enchanted by their fluffy, white bodies.

They ended their time in the Oakwald with Fenrys holding Eliora above a little brooke, dipping her toes in the cool water and listening to her peals of jolly laughter echo through the forest. He always thought she looked like Aelin when she laughed. But when Eliora was upset… that was all Rowan.

He brought the princess back to the palace just as the sun began its descent below the Staghorns. He ensured there was no dirt on the princess, knowing he would never hear the end of it if Aelin found any later on, before allowing her to play with some of her favored toys. Upon the mantle, Fenrys placed the new gifts from the Little Folk besides some of the others that had accumulated over this past year: a wooden wyvern, fox, and horse alongside a bouquet of wildflowers the faeries managed to enchant to never wilt. 

When Eliora grew bored of her toys, Fenrys scooped her up and sat down in the rocking chair beside her crib. There, he read from one of her picture books. And when that tale ended, began telling some of his own. He didn’t know how much the little princess truly comprehended as he recounted stories about his past, about mischief he and Connall had gotten up to in their childhoods, about adventures he had and amazing things he had seen on his travels. He told Eliora stories about Rowan, about his intellect and bravery and loyalty. He spoke about Aelin and her cunning, daring plans. 

“You have pretty good parents, you know,” Fenrys muttered to Eliora, who appeared to be growing steadily sleepier, wide eyes struggling to stay open. “Some of the most amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

In answer, Eliora released a mighty yawn. 

Fenrys laughed lowly, rocking them back and forth before beginning to hum a half-forgotten lullaby from his youth. It was only a moment after that Eliora finally gave in to drowsiness, slipping into a sweet slumber. And, despite himself, Fenrys soon followed.

~~~

“How long do you think I can soak in my tub before it becomes a problem?”

“I can’t say I have an answer for that, Fireheart.”

Aelin frowned. “Part of me wants to lay in there all night but I don’t want to look like a prune by morning.”

Rowan smiled fondly at his wife. “Then maybe an hour in the bath. Just to be safe.”

“Will you at least rub my feet afterwards? It’s been such a long day.”

"We were sitting down almost all day."

She frowned. "So?"

With a heavy yet loving sigh, Rowan draped his arm over his mate’s shoulders, tugging her close to his side and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If that is what you want, it will be done.”

He sensed rather than saw the grin that spread across her face as they came upon the door of their suite. They both had missed their daughter greatly during their busy day, unused to spending this much time away from her. 

They strode into their rooms and instantly made their way towards the connected nursery. Even before they entered, they scented the air and knew that Fenrys had relieved Eliora’s nurse of her duties earlier that day. Still, the night air was quiet, which suggested that the little princess had already fallen asleep.

“Do you think we should just promote him into Eliora’s governess?” Rowan asked only half-teasingly. 

“As much as he would enjoy that, I like Fenrys in his current position in the court.”

They turned the corner, crossing the threshold into the nursery, and the scene inside. 

Fenrys was in the rocking chair besides Eliora’s crib, the babe sound asleep in his arms while he read. Aelin instantly recognized the cover as her own current read, meaning that her friend had nabbed it off her bedside table for himself.

Fenrys looked up as the queen and king entered, holding the book aloft. “Rowan, have you seen the kind of filth your wife reads?”

Rowan crossed his arms over his chest. “I have, and also happen to know she would be very upset if you lost her page.”

The Wolf of Doranelle glanced at his queen in mock-offense, placing the book over his heart. “I would never lose your page, Aelin. But I am further along than you. Just wait until chapter 32. It gets very interesting.”

“I look forward to it,” Aelin said, striding across the room and taking her book back, double-checking that her page was marked before snapping it shut. 

“I was reading that!” Fenrys objected. 

“You can borrow it when I’m finished.”

It was then that Eliora released a tiny noise, the adults freezing in fear that they had awoken her. But, the little princess only seemed to make herself more comfortable, still snoozing peacefully. Nearly in unison, they all breathed signs of relief. 

Rowan strode forward, bending down and taking Eliora in his arms. There was nothing Aelin loved more than the sight of their daughter in his arms. She couldn't stop herself from pressing a soft kiss on Eliora silky hair, breathing in her scent.

"Thanks for taking such good care of her today, Fen," Aelin said, sending her friend a thankful smile. "I have half a mind to promote you to full-time babysitter."

"It's no trouble, as always. We were having a grand time." He flashed a lazy grin. "Besides, I want to make sure my position of favorite uncle is secured."

Aelin laughed while Rowan subtly rolled his eyes, carrying their father towards the crib and gently laying her down. "I think you've already done that." She paused, narrowing her eyes seriously at Fenrys. "If you tell Aedion I said that, I'll have you mucking out the stables for the next fifteen years."

Fenrys held his hands up in surrender. "I'll take your admission to the grave… but I won't forget it."

They lapsed into silence, watching the little princess as she snoozed peacefully. It was wonderful to know the Eliora lived in a world of peace and contentment, that the shadows that had befallen them would never touch a hair on her little silver head. 

"So," Fenrys said at length. "When are you two having another!"

"Eliora’s not even a year!" Rowan grumbled. "I think we can wait a bit longer."

Aelin smiled down at her daughter. "But not too much longer, I don't think. I want as many of these as I can get."

"Well, if you have a boy," the White Wolf began. "I've heard Fenrys is a very popular name."

[fluffybunny-things]

This Fanfic dominated my life for all of my last week so I made fanart-

Rain King is a beautiful work written by the amazing @unrestedjade <3

You can find the fic on their AO3 here:

(Keep in mind, this is my personal interpretation. I'm not entirely sure on accuracy.)

I actually put fourth a lot of effort into designing these two. Most of my research revolved around the ancient Myan and Aztec design.

I know I wanted Rain King Papyrus to be elegant and powerful looking but I don't think I've pulled that off just yet.

However, sans in the Pilot outfit- Muah! I envision him wearing a stained white tee underneath that navy green jumpsuit. Sans sweating it out and basking in his own filthy scent without any regard for his own well being for days on end in his tiny, enclosed cockpit of a plane. Desperate in the search of his long lost brother. 😫💕

He would tie the sleeves around his waist, being too hot but too lazy/preoccupied to fully take it off.

[big1ron]

I don’t know who you are but I’d know that look anywhere, kid.

I’m not asking you to trust me. In fact it’d be better for my conscience if you didn’t. But I’ll help you out.

[silentstudiosyt]

[jayeratking]

Caejose week day 6: post cannon/ cross over.

I only posted the sad one cause I wanted to use some quotes from songs I like.

When Caesar’s body was recovered he was just barely alive beneath the rubble. He was taken into a hospital run by the speed wagon foundation and there he remained comatose for a month. When he finally woke he could barely move due to the damage his muscles and tendons had taken in his fight with wammu. After lots of physical therapy and healing he can now walk with the help of canes/crutches ect. Some days he can walk on his own and others he can barely get up from bed. But with Joseph at his side supporting him everyday life seems possible after all they’ve been through.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Prompt 6 of 12 with Inumaki Toge x Blind!Reader

This follows along the same sort of line as my Cursed Technique Headcannons. The reader’s technique involves their eyes, so while they’re not completely blind, their eyes don’t work in a conventional manner.

As relationships go, you can imagine what yours must look like to the outside eye. 

You and Inumaki have been a couple since your second year, you’ve been through absolute hell together and that’s no joke, yet neither of you had done much “growing up” in that time, which is to say, both of you still silently judge people.

You used to do it every time your classmates dragged you, the blind sorcerer, into the middle of Tokyo to go shopping. Without your cursed energy your eyes were basically useless, but damn could you smell when some businessman walked past you, drowning in cologne.

You got pretty good at judging people by their smell, and Toge, ever the sweetheart, would give you the description to match the smell of Playboy perfume or just straight smoke.

You always shared your earbuds, Maki would gag at you two being “gross and couply” when in reality it was just so Toge could type to speech directly into your ear.

Back then you’d been mildly thankful that he’s limited to onigiri speak, because that boy was a savage, these days, you know him to be savage even if all he can say is tuna-mayo.

The two of you now own an apartment near the city centre, prime territory for people watching. Through arduous training, you can now make out silhouettes with the naked eye, but hardly bother straining yourself when you’re perfectly adapted to living without your eyes.

‘Toge, I’m home!’ You announced, placing your cane beside the door, its evening resting place beside your coat and house keys.

You heard your partner in the kitchen area, and kicked off your boots before padding in that direction. You have your home memorised by now, and easily skirt around corners and furniture. You thought you had dodged the bar, only to knock your knees into some alien object and collapse onto something relatively soft.

An indignant squeak involuntarily leaves your lips as you face plant onto what you now recognise, as your couch, turning your cheek to huff at your boyfriend. ‘Very funny Toge.’

His sweet, charming chuckle almost convinces you to let it go. Almost.

‘You’re not allowed in the kitchen.’ He informs you in a whisper. He’s no longer limited to onigiri ingredients as when he was a teenager, but any direct command would be accompanied by his curse. He chooses his words carefully, and speaks softly, which is no problem to your hearing.

‘You could have just said that instead of tripping me with a whole ass couch you ass!’

‘Tuna.’ 

Rolling your eyes, you sit yourself up on the pilfered couch, deciding you may as well be comfortable as you sniff the air. ‘Why can’t I go in the kitchen?’

‘Bonito flakes.’ 

Laughing, you turn your head in his general direction. ‘You let Panda in here again, didn’t you?’

‘...kelp?’

‘Maybe is not an answer!’ Despite your objections, you can’t help but laugh. Panda’s been trying to learn to cook for Yaga’s birthday, and your sweet boyfriend tries to help, forgetting that he’s a little chaos goblin and wreaks havoc every time he’s left alone with his friend.

You can’t be too upset about it, though you can imagine that your kitchen is a mess, you can’t exactly see it. If anything of value was lost, Toge would tell you. 

Relaxing into your seat, you can’t smell anything burning or hear any porcelain being swept up, which already makes an improvement from last time Panda came over to practise.

‘Do I smell Yuuta?’

Toge merely hums, you can hear the splash of water and clinking plates. Washing up.

‘I’m amazed the house is even standing. Maki must have been here then, Lord knows you three are agents of chaos if left alone.’ 

Suddenly, soft, warm hands gently cup over your ears, deafening the world to you. Once, you might have panicked, but with Toge, there’s no fear. Your trust in him is absolute, and not because it has to be, but because you want to trust him. 

Tenderly, he urges your head back, thumbs caressing your soft skin as you feel his lips brush the lightest of kisses to your brow, slowly dragging his fingers into your hair. 

Relaxing completely into him, your eyes roll shut, breathing deeply as your lover plants his soft lips over your cheek, then your jaw, words barely a whisper against your ear.

‘(Y/N), you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?’

A lazy chuckle is all you can be bothered to produce, turning your head to catch his lips with yours for a quick peck.

Toge pulls away, you hear fabric rustling and sense him diving over the back of the couch to sit beside you, pulling you into a deeper kiss.

The day you’d walked in from melted away as a smile curled your lips. ‘Oh yeah? You should hear the things I don’t say.’

You can practically hear him rolling his eyes, kissing you again, and again. He smells of cinnamon and flower, a touch of chocolate, hinting that your sweetheart has been baking sweets all day, promising your taste buds much joy.

You still say he tastes best.