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[rainanami]

Some SenLuna Ideas I meshed out of my brain like a potato ricer

Red Thread: Where Senku learns of soulmates cause of the sudden red string attached to his hand but he isn't that interested in looking for whose at the end of it until it comes crashing into him. Luna has been looking for him the entire time and Senku is kinda into the attention

Love Potion: Where Senku makes a love potion as a favor for a friend. Luna is really happy to have it and makes Senku curious on who wouldnt like Luna back enough for her to go to these lengths. Though he doesnt really guess twice when he eats home made chocolates Luna gave him.

Long Distance: Luna and Senku are seperated by the sea and true to her word she always sends Senku morse code messages and learns a lot to keep in contact with him. Though soon enough it becomes a daily routine to send each other constant messages on a wide web that can see them. (It's a bit embarrassing)

Marriage: Luna and Senku finally get married but its so out of the blue half of the guests are scrambling to help them prepare properly for the wedding. Apparently it was Senku who dropped the ball in terms of planning just to marry in a more fast and smaller ceremony.

High School Au: During a cultural festival the science club decided on a raffle drawing for a chance to win prizes including a date with the president. Senku isnt that please but as long as people are spending money for their ofher prizes then its whatever. Anyways the actual winner might just drop out of the date. Except Luna Wright who will do anything for that date.

Monster Love: Senku has been spending a long while on making the most capable assistant. He calls her L.U.N.A and shes just meant to be his own take on an AI assistant. But shes oddly really into him despite being code and a bucket a limbs shes been buying for her own body

Love Letter: Everyone is freaking out over some love letter that Senku has recently gotten, that someone likes him enough to confess and everyone is taking bets on who it could be. Though it was supposed to be a prank someone pulled to see Senku's non existent reaction to the love note, someone did meet with Senku and confessed to him anyways

Magical Girl: Luna is in love with Senku who doesn't really seem to notice her but actually he's one of her enemies as he collects the same things Luna does but uses them mostly for experiments. They tend to always fight a lot and Luna doesn't even know that Senku is the weird science villain who always seems so cruel and evil.

Coffee Shop: Luna is a barista that keeps catching the gaze of one customer. She thinks he's got a major crush on her and she's interested ofc! He's super cute and always busy on a laptop. Although Senku is just lost in thought, he's burnt out and maybe it's a bit refreshing that this one girl gets all flustered whenever he looks her way. Her feelings always on full display.

Marriage Pack: A long time ago Luna had a little promise with her childhood bestie that they would marry when they were older. Soon enough she meets with Senku again and he didn't forget that little pack at all. Although Luna has to try to convince Senku that it was all a baby game and he just kinda messes with her during their reunion.

A/N

I mostly came up with these on my discord server, I really like to come up with silly ideas for this rarepair but I do wanna share as many ideas as I can share. It's kinda like one of my fav things to do ya know!

[moraiwrites]

If every scar is a lesson learned can you tell me what lesson I am supposed to learn here? Whats the lesson for the pain you put me through? Is it that I'm better off alone? It can't be because no one else has done this to me. There must be a lesson because I cannot live thinking that the world would put me through this pain for no reason.

Oh, whats that? You're asking about the pain you caused? Its the kind of pain that sinks between your bones, in the spaces between where all the stars and space dust that make up you sit. Its the same as the chill that fills your body on cold nights that you feel even after you've woken up the next day. A kind of pain that hurts so deep because its come from someone who was never supposed to hurt you.

Its 11:27 and while I'm laying here in the darkness, feeling that chilling pain sinking deep within my skin, it hits me that there is no lesson. Sometimes people are selfish and they dont care about the pain caused. There's no light here, no silver lining on those storm clouds above me. There's me, the pain and your overwhelming silence. Its all mine to bare.

11:28 and I'm sorry for myself.

11:29 and I'm sorry for what is lost.

11:30 and I'm not sorry for you.

11:31.

11:32.

11:33.

11:34.

11:35. You're just another storm that passes. I'll be okay.

[bildungssroma]

this is a love letter, in the most platonic sense.

you shine so brightly, so much so that my eyes tear up at your very sight. i wish so that all your burdens crumble away,

like cliff-side rocks along the coast,

let our love and adoration be the waves that gently,

but firmly, run through the cracks and pull

all your troubles

away

[moraiwrites]

Maybe the world wasn't meant to have two souls so close together the way ours were. Or maybe I'm looking for reasons that this won't work in any place but the truth. Let me blame the universe on why you deem me unworthy now. Its the world's fault that you used me and didn't even care. Let me curse out the stars for lining up this way to make you hurt me this way.

I know its not worth lying to myself. I know that at the end of it all its just that you were selfish and I was there. Its not on the universe or the stars or some higher power. Its on you. Maybe it's on me. But let me hold onto this for just a moment longer because if you know anything about me its that I hate hard goodbyes.

[moraiwrites]

Melodies surround me. Lyrics sung by others that represent exactly how I feel. I scream along to the words on the ride home but no one hears me, they only hear the artists. My broken voice hidden under them.

You've got one artist rapping about not having a dream, about living because they cannot die. Another artist singing about being stuck in other peoples views. I couldn't sing it better myself.

I dont sing along for fun anymore. I sing along in the hopes that someone will hear my feelings, even if it's only for 3 minutes and 27 seconds.

[bildungssroma]

Jaehyun knows that alternate universes exist. this is a fact he’s known since he was 10, back when every night memories from his past life came to his dreams. Jaehyun knows that he was a princess of a faraway kingdom who died when soldiers from an allied kingdom betrayed her and charged the castle. Jaehyun also knows that there are absolutely no records of the kingdom in the history books, and for a good reason. The kingdom doesn’t exist.

No, not in our world. Not when magic can happen at the point of a finger, zapping out in neon rays. Jaehyun knows its all real, however. Especially when out of curiosity he points his finger like she did (her name was Elizabeth, Princess of Zerestria), and a bolt of neon green zaps out of his fingertip burning a hole in his wall. Belatedly, he remembers a fact from his past life; anyone who dies from magic will be reincarnated.

[bildungssroma]

its always in the background. jaemin realizes that the important information happens in the background of his little snippets. just like last time, april 16th, he dreams of the mug and in the background -the news report of the ship capsizing.

jaemin avoids hyper focusing on one thing, but its hard when he’s a student. too many times has he dreamt of a sheet of paper, the writing on it varying from calculations to english notes to hangul, and in the background or his peripheral, news reports or a crash or even his classmate fainting.

there isn’t much he can do to prevent it. only bear witness, as if god was taunting him with what he could’ve done and what was destined to happen. but with practice, jaemin’s getting better. he’s begun to stop kids from tripping, paper cuts and sprains. small things at first, but he’s aiming for bigger.

hopefully there isn’t anything tragic anytime soon,

[bildungssroma]

Strange Meeting

war!au set roughly during The Great War. Inspired by Wilfred Owen’s poem titled “Strange Meeting”. Featuring Mark and Renjun

It seemed that out of the battle I escaped... through granites which Titanic wars had groined.

Mark stumbled down the ladder into a dark and dusty tunnel. Vaguely the lights of the lantern placed between the bodies of the soldiers on the floor illuminated the hall. Soldiers laid still on the edges of the tunnel, lost in thought or no longer breathing. Unnoticed to him, the different colored uniforms that the soldiers wore.

Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared with piteous recognition in fixed eyes

Mark shook the soldiers, hoping to ask where he was and where the others were. Shaking one or two, a different soldier sprang up and stared at him. The unknown soldier stared into Mark's eyes, to which he stared back. The soldier's eyes frantically gazed at Mark, examining him from top to bottom. Misconstruing the unknown soldier's gaze, Mark gently holds the young man and tells him there is nothing to fear in the dark and desolate tunnel. The soldier smiles at Mark.

"Strange, friend," I said, "here is no cause to mourn"

He shakes his head, "of course, there is nothing to be afraid of here," he says, "the battle is long behind us, and whatever had been between us is no longer here," he finished. At this remark, Mark realizes what had been strange of all the men in the tunnel. Their different uniforms, to which Mark initially thought was due to their different platoons, was instead due to their different countries. With a start, Mark only began to inch away from the soldier in front of him before he is held back.

"None," said the other, "save the undone years, the hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, was my life also;

"Why are you so afraid? Didn't I say whatever has happened is to be left in that world?" The soldier says again. "What do you mean? I don't understand, how are we able to meet here?" Mark comes on to the soldier with a barrage of questions. Around them, the soldiers are unstirred, all restless in their inability to sleep. The soldier stares deep into Mark's eyes. "You still don't understand. How about we sit first?" he offers. When Mark makes no moves to sit, the soldier offers his hand as an introduction. "My name is Renjun," he says, offering his hand. Taking it, Mark is immediately brought back to his days on the surface.

I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.... For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something has been left,

Mark is 17, just two years below serving age when he lies to the recruitment office and enlists in the military. They smile and take his lie, and in Mark's glory-blinded eyes he does not see the way their smiles do not match his eyes. Mark's blinded eyes do not see the way his parents wish him well as he leaves the town he grew up in for the frontlines. How they know deep inside that they were sending their child to slaughter and to be slaughtered at the hands of other young men who are blinded all the same.

Mark is 18 and a half, just freshly into the military and he's already known of things his schoolmates would have never dreamed of. His teenage years seem way behind him, the weight of surviving on his soldiers. There was friendship in the war, accidental meetings on the battlefields- as well as goodbyes. Laughter had been shared and tears had been split, in the midst of battle where death was absurd and life absurder.

Which must die now.

Mark is freshly 19 when, in the trenches, he falls victim to the gas bomb. In the green mist, he loses himself, writhing in pain and anguish until which he falls down a hole. And then he meets the other soldiers.

"Am I..." Mark's lips tremble. It is not even a question, simply a statement that needs confirmation. Renjun nods, and Mark slumps down, finally seated next to him.

To miss the march of this retreating world

Renjun does nothing to silence nor stop Mark's sobs. He offers no sympathy or pity, only the presence of someone who has experienced everything Mark had. "I had so much to do... I can't even say goodbye," Mark mumbles through his sobs. "What will happen to me?" Mark asks Renjun, finally looking, truly looking, into Renjun's face. There is a flicker of recognition. The younger boy's honey brown hair and hazel eyes.

I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed

"Have you finally recognized me?" Renjun asks Mark. Mark nods silently, eyes strained to Renjun. "Yes, but why..." Mark begins to ask, unsure of how to question Renjun's treatment of Mark. Enemy soldiers met in death, one murdered by the other. "When you...killed...me," Renjun began, still not completely accepting his death, "I saw you frown and hesitate." He says, "for you, that may have been yesterday, but I've been here longer than you think, and I was able to make sense of our life of soldiers," Renjun says. Mark stares at him, inquiring to understand more. "We are but pawns to our respective governments. Told sweet lies that tell us of the glory and honor of war. Nothing but young children forced to slaughter and grow up beyond our years." It is quiet in the dimly lit tunnel, save for the groans and mutters of the men around the two. "What to do now?" Mark asks, his eyes beginning to droop. His head falls to the side, landing on Renjun's shoulder. Renjun's eyes began to droop as well, as not long after he begins to sink towards Mark.

Let us sleep now...

This fic was inspired by a medley of Owen’s poems, Strange Meeting, Apologia Pro Promate Meo, and Dulce Et Decorum Est. Owen’s poems are raw and vulnerable, and his skillful use of visual imagery allows us, readers, to continue to imagine how the war remains in the minds of the who went through it. 

[bildungssroma]

im soft for johnny!!!! can you imagine just lying on his shoulder/chest??? getting hugged my his big arms !!! i am soft

[bildungssroma]

nct masterlist

✨ - author’s fav | 

last updated: 10/02/2018

TAEYONG

taeyong is (drabble, fluff)

DOYOUNG

doyoung is (drabble, fluff)

spring evening (domestic!au, fluff, slight college!au)

the ballerina & her star (fluff, ballet!au)

JAEHYUN

semester break (drabble, angst)

study (imagine, fluff)

WINWIN

dreams are my reality (drabble, angst(?))

LUCAS

lucas x volleyball!au (bulleted scenario, fluff)

MARK

hard work (not au, drabble)

mark is (drabble, fluff) 

sunset (drabble, fluff) ✨

drabble (the one where jaemin goes missing)

strange meeting (war!au, drabble) ✨

RENJUN

strange meeting (war!au, drabble) ✨

HAECHAN

drabble (the one where jaemin goes missing) ✨

JAEMIN

jaemin is (drabble, fluff) ✨

dreams (powers!au, drabble) ✨ one, two 

two blue hearts (fluff, romance) ✨

drabble (the one where jaemin goes missing) ✨

💫MOODBOARD💫

hanging out with the dreamies

soft, pink doyoung

mark sunset accompaniment