#shoe fluff

[kuromiisanton]

✩First kisses with RIIZE✩ genre. fluff / suggestive(?) warnings. kissing. can be suggestive at some parts. nothing else but if anyone thinks i should add something please let me know:) paring. riize x fem!reader (can be read as gn!reader) a/n. this is my first post so I'm a little nervous, but hope you all enjoy! _________________________________ Shotaro𐙚  It would be so gentle at first, maybe like a quick peck on the lips. Once he realizes that you didn’t pull back and looks happy about it, he goes back in but this time with a faster pace. It's the perfect first kiss. He was literally smiling so hard you feared it would get stuck like that(though you wouldn't complain because his smile is heaven sent). By the end of it shotaro can’t keep his lips to himself and is resisting the urge to keep you with him all day every day to kiss you over and over again. Eunseok𐙚  jaw grabber. It will be a strong and passionate kiss, eunseok is kissing you like if he stops you're gonna disappear. He's holding your jaw between his index finger and thumb, but it's so gentle. It's such a light hold you can barely feel it, but you know it's there. Eunseok is romantic and no one can change my mind about it. Sungchan𐙚 Okay hear me out... Very needy. Like it’s sloppy and fast,, but it’s so good too. He’s kissing you like he wants to inhale you lowkey but the kiss was not bad in any means. He was squeezing you into his body because he wanted to feel your warmth against him. If anything it will make you feel a lot more than you already were. He genuinely can't help himself… he just needed to kiss you so bad. Wonbin𐙚   It's such a soft and slow kiss. Even if you would try and get him to go a little faster, he won't. He is dead set on this pace and this pace only. Why? Because he wants to savor the way your mouth tastes and feels with his. He is also the biggest tease in the universe. Wonbin is going so slow because he wants to make you needier than he is.  Seunghan𐙚 He pecks you on the lips but is quick to pull away to see your reaction. It was so sudden that he worries he read the vibe wrong. You have a stunned look on your face so he instantly starts apologizing but then he gets stunned when you pull him back in for a deeper, longer lasting kiss. He was definitely giggling and kicking his feet later in bed that night… Sohee𐙚 The first kiss he did to you was to your forehead. In that moment he was just so happy to be with you and when he pulled away he stared at your face for a minute looking at how beautiful you are. He literally had stars in his eyes… After so long of looking at your face he just dived in and kissed you on the lips. It was so light at first then, he deepened it because of all the joy he was feeling of finally kissing you after so long. You didn't think his natural smile could get any bigger, but after that it was so wide and you never wanted to see it in a different way again. Anton𐙚  Would take months for this man to kiss you. He was just so shy about it and fearful he would scare you away. But one night after a date he just couldn't stop himself anymore and went for it. He was smiling the whole time while kissing you once he felt you kiss back. He felt like he was on top of the world and all he needed in life was you there with him. The kiss was so sweet and smiley, afterwards he was smiling so hard and hiding his face away; not from embarrassment, but from excitement of him finally working up the courage to kiss you.

a/n: requests are open

©kuromiisanton, all rights reserved.

[earthtooz]

fluff with a lot of angst, reader is injured and in hospital for one scene but it's not graphic, lovesick!bakugou

during the many years you’ve loved bakugou katsuki, you have only seen him cry three times.

the first time, you were alarmed. where you fell asleep on the couch awaiting your boyfriend’s return, you did not expect to wake up to the sound of sniffles and the sight of drying tears.

“katsuki? what’s the matter?” you asked cautiously, immediately sitting up to wipe his tears away.

your touch, like a healing balm to the blond, lets you treat him like glass when both of you know he is nothing akin to fragile.

“‘s nothin’,” he gruffly huffs, voice cracking a little.

“if you say so,” you murmur skeptically, knowing better than to prod when it’s bakugou involved.

“were ya waitin’ for me?”

you nod. “i thought we could eat together but- what time is it?”

“almost nine.”

“oh. i thought we could eat dinner together but your patrol must have ended a lot later.”

his heart aches pitifully, worsening when he watches you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

“it’s okay, i get it.”

“we can still eat together, if that’s okay,” he grumbles, looking away bashfully and missing the way your face brightens.

“that sounds lovely, i’ll go heat up dinner-“

“-no, i’ll do it. it’s my fault for coming home later, i’ll call you when it's done.”

bakugou is out of your sight before you can argue any further. as you watch your boyfriend disappear, you’re left pondering on the couch as to why he was acting so uncharacteristically. did he have a bad day? did something happen at work? was he unable to save someone? that’s can't be the reason, he always-

“dinner’s done!” your boyfriend calls from the kitchen, disrupting your thoughts.

when you asked, it didn't sound like he had a terrible day, in fact it sounds like he had a successful patrol, but you cannot fathom any other reason for his melancholy, but if he’s forgotten about it, then you will too.

but... bakugou doesn’t forget. he still remembers when midoriya first alluded to the inheritance of his quirk from all might, he remembers the night vision goggles kirishima broke when trying to save him that one time, he remembers your favourite things and what makes you happy; he remembers everything.

and he’ll never forget that the tears he shed tonight were over the fact that bakugou will never get to show you how much he loves you.

bakugou katsuki, for the first time, realised just how painfully human he is.

he has a heart that beats for you, limbs that longingly ache to be near you whenever he’s not, a mind devoted to you and a cursed mouth so incapable of expressing it all.

if he could, he would wrestle the night sky to give its stars to you instead because you love stars. you love the stupid things in life that bakugou can't give. he can’t give you everything you could ever want and with that realisation, bakugou discovered just how beatable he was.

you may never know the multitude of bakugou’s love for you, and that fact alone brings him to tears as he gazed upon your sleeping figure on the couch, resting peacefully until his arrival.

the second time, you wake up confused.

the lights in the room are dim, there's a machine beeping intermittently and you think it's a heartbeat monitor but you don't really think too hard about it because your body hurts.

you have to blink a few times to get the blurriness out of your eyes, but you eventually comprehend the sterile walls of a hospital room. then the memories come back one by one, a patrol gone awry, evacuating citizens and... ah, being slammed into a wall back-first by the villain. explains the pain.

then you register the looming figure beside your bed, a pair of widened vermillion eyes gazing into your own with untameable blond hair to match, you can't help the smile from spreading on your face when you see your lover.

"hey," you cough weakly, throat dry and scratchy from lack of use.

next thing you know, bakugou's bulky figure is draped over yours, forehead resting on your chest as his arms gently snake around your torso, bringing you into his chest and pressing himself firmly against you.

you feel him; his relief, his sorrow, his devotion, his painful sobs as he shakes against you and it kills you that the only thing you have the strength to do is run a hand through his hair. you want to kiss him, to tell him that it's okay and that there's nothing to cry about, that you're here and nothing will change that, but you're so very sore and barely in tact.

"don't do this shit again," he threatens weakly and you feel his tears seep through your hospital gown. "you had me so fuckin' worried, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, i can't believe you'd do this to me, do you know how much it sucked to be without you?"

"sorry, katsuki," you whisper and he looks up at you, glossy eyes and quivering lip.

"promise me you'll never do this again."

cupping his cheeks with your hands, there's a rush of deja vu as your thumbs catch his tears. "i don't know how realistic that promise is given that this is my job-"

"-your job is to save lives, not go crashin' into buildings, idiot."

you laugh gently, a stabbing pain making itself known in your gut when you do. your wince doesn't go unnoticed by bakugou, who knows you better than the back of his hand and his heart lurches at the slightest evidence that you're in pain. "still, i won't make promises i can't keep, you know how our jobs are, katsuki."

he frowns, furrowing his brows. "then i'll promise to always be there for you. don't go where i can't."

"that's not realistic."

"watch me."

"okay then, deal."

there are questions you still want answers to, but for now, you'll let the blond continue crying with his ear pressed against your chest.

(you won't ever know about the few days bakugou has spent in your hospital ward, absolutely miserable as he looks upon your gaze with anticipation. he hates how helpless he is, that he can't do anything to rid of this horrible feeling in his chest but wait for you to wake up. he hates that he can't any semblance of peace, he hates the man that love has made him, but most importantly, he hates being without you.

you won't ever know the struggle it was to get bakugou out of your room for even just an hour. midoriya and kirishima had to wrestle him in hopes of getting some proper food together, and yaomomo and todoroki had to literally block the door with various items to prevent his entrance.

you won't ever know how alienated bakugou felt, unable to face your shared home without you in it. without your music playing, without your shoes messily thrown at the genkan, without your comforting presence to return to when all is said and done, there isn't much of a home for bakugou.

you won't ever know how desperately bakugou clung to your hand, fiddling with it whenever he needed a safe haven.

you won't ever know the amount of tears the blond had shed by your side, hunched over your bed, with nothing and no one to comfort him but the sound of the heartbeat monitor.)

the third time, you cry too.

it's your wedding day.

when the news first came out, japan practically roared with excitement and anticipation for the special day that their two favourite heroes would wed. the enthusiasm has not dimmed down even months later, and now, as you're one door away from your lover, you feel it buzzing in your bones.

it all goes by in a blur. one second you're about to trip over yourself in nervousness and the next, you're walking down the aisle with a stunned bakugou failing to keep his composure at the altar. despite the amount of close friends and family around you, all you can see is the love of your life who looks at you with unmatched adoration and affection in those ruby irises of his.

up close, however, all you can see are the tears forming in his eyes, and his first sniffle takes everyone in the room by surprise. no doubt, this is their first and last time seeing their beloved hero cry.

more tears are shed and then, it's just waterworks from practically everyone in the room as bakugou breaks down even more.

thank goodness for a private wedding because you know he is never going to live it down if the press got their hands on this image.

a close friend of yours hands you a handkerchief and you wipe away bakugou's tears with a teasing smile, unable to keep your wobbly laughter at bay as your lover- japan's symbol of victory and heroism, turns to nothing but putty in your hands. he lets you treat him so delicately because you've seen him at his lowest, most shaken, and most unlovable, yet still decided to stay.

"sorry," he apologises as you dab at his tears, words reserved for you and you alone. "you're just so... divine. i can't believe i'm marryin' you."

you feel your first tear roll down your cheek and bakugou catches it before it can go too far, wiping it away.

"such an embarrassin' way to start our wedding," he grumbles.

"embarrassing for the both of us, but memorable no doubt," you try to reason.

"everything is memorable as long as i'm with you."

"such a sap," you whack his shoulder lightly. "have you been saving that line for today specifically?"

"you should wait til the vows. bet mine are better than yours."

"i didn't know you could be a poet."

"only for you."

"well then, i can't wait to find out what else you are, katsuki."

"i'll always be yours."

you laugh, "i'm glad to hear that 'cause i love you."

"i love you even more, i'm crying just to prove it."

"your tears are dangerous."

"yeah well, you're marryin' these tears so."

"like i said, i can't wait."

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[ratrrriot]

Hand-me-downs 💙🌻

[k2ntoss]

jason: you should pick the red ones, you know?

y/n: but they don't match my dress, i think that green goes better

jason: but red is prettier

y/n: baby, red won't match my grad dress

jason: ):

y/n: what if i paint my nails red, hm? bet they'll look pretty with my degree and later with something else

jason: (:

[kneelingshadowsalome]

On my knees BEGGING for more of off the grid!König.

This is sooo self indulgent you wouldn't even believe 🥲🌲

He doesn't need to keep himself in shape, splitting and hauling wood all day does the job + he hikes a wide perimeter around your cottage to check the traps. Fixes everything from your old Jeep to the roof of your small house that luckily stays warm even during winters because the logs he picked are extra thick.

You still beg for more cuddles in the morning, not wanting to leave your warm nest of a bed. König sometimes has to rip you off him because seriously, Liebling, he has so much to do – only, his Achilles' heel is you, so the giant beast of a man tumbles back to bed to squeeze and tease you more than a few times before strolling to prepare some coffee on the stove.

Finally, he can walk around naked when there's no neighbours... The only "con" is that you're still teasing him about it, and bullying – when it comes from you – has a tendency to make him hard. Now look at what you did, woman... Can't a man even brew his coffee in peace? How is he supposed to get anything done with a boner like this??

If you throw a pillow at him – he's the one being indecent here, waving that horse dick around and almost poking someone's eye out with it! – he catches it and marches back to the bed to punish you. The punishing session makes you cum so loudly he has to kiss you silent, saying you're going to make him deaf one of these days, but you know that he's only pleased. In a quiet, calm place like this, your screams are only the music of angels to him, evidence of how good he is at keeping you warm, fed and satisfied.

After fucking you nice and tame he can finally start his day without distractions, whistling by the time he puts on the sturdy workpants and searches for his shirt. It's just so typical, him accusing you of distracting him while walking on cloud nine right after dipping his dick in you... But you're not complaining: still lying in the bed, happy as a worm after rain from what he did to you.

It's unfair that he's walking around like lovemaking was only another job scratched off his to-do list while you feel like you just got hit by a bear. Nasty man, who's in far too good shape compared to you... But then the nasty man brings you coffee to bed, and calls you a spoiled princess – living off the grid was supposed to be hard work but here you are, lounging on your soft down pillows like a queen while he does all the chopping and fishing and fucking :)

You know the man is more than happy when he feels useful and needed, and you do your share too in the garden that is simply flourishing this year, but you still blurt out that he should be grateful for having a woman to keep him warm. No sane girl would ever come to this secluded place and live with a horny nudist like him...!

König just kneels next to the bed and whispers in your ear: "It's a good thing you're not sane then..."

[vioisgoinginsane]

Beautiful to me

Prefect!Reader x Twist

Characters: Rook, Ruggie, Epel, Jade

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: What's beautiful about them? What captures your heart? (Idk how to explain it, man)

Warnings: rook's reader has hair and is described as feline (idk man i went where the wind took me), (DONT) take a shot every time i say "beautiful" (DONT), I never promise character accuracy, not even once (Rook's nowhere near weird enough sorry guys). I completely made up that mushroom in Jade's part on the spot. I am generally guilty of writing kinda the same personality for all my readers but I wouldn't say it's the same one in each scenario. lots of complements and fawning. I think ruggie gets the longest list of complements despite being shorter. No beta reader, ever, we die like men. Different levels of romance from "oh they got something going on" to "THAT WAS STRAIGHT UP A LOVE CONFESSION", "die mad about it", french, pov kinda switches around like a ping pong

Author's Whinnings 1: girl help its like rook possesed me or something. WHY did I mention rook 2 other times in parts that were not even his ▄█▀█● girl help, all men are not created equal cuz Jade's is the longest even tho all of them are some of my faves, NO Vil cuz I'm a hater and this is my power move

Rook

The person who could see beauty in anything.

The person who strives to observe the most beautiful more closely than anyone else. Le Chasseur (self-proclaimed). Rook Hunt.

Yet you look at the hunter who looks at his prey, captivated and observant as he.

To see the world through those emerald eyes, that too, must be beautiful.

Naturally, your gaze does not go unnoticed by his keen senses.

If he were to be honest, it makes him restless. It gives him excitement like being on the chase, despite being on the spot; but it also compels him to turn your attention somewhere else. Tis merely the basic tactics of hunting.

"Bonjour, Tricksteur."

You smile warmly. "Bonjour, mon ami Chasseur." You look him up, down and circle him like a feline with a thoughtful look. "A ponytail suits you well, Rook."

"Merci beaucoup! You are most radiant today as well. The way the wind tussles your hair is splendid."

The rose red color that graces your cheeks betrays your shyness, despite your efforts to look cool. "You are too nice, Rook."

"Non. I am merely recounting what I observed... May I ask, what have you observed today?"

"What I observed today... Today... I got to see my favorite sight in the world," you replied with a blissful swoon.

"That is fantastique! A sigh that would be your favorite must surely be a breathtaking one! Would you tell me?"

"No. That is a secret... For now."

"I see... Oh, I started talking and I almost forgot what I came to ask you!"

"What, silly?"

"Would you entertain me in a game of chat perché?"

"You mean tag? Hah...I'm sorry to let you down, but if it was you, I would not run."

"And why is that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, french boy."

"I would! I'll admit a hunt with no chase feels unsatisfying... Unless something unexpected happens..."

"Surely...surely you are not thinking of making me chase you, no?"

"Ah, you caught me."

"If you can't chase you want to be chased...How petulant."

🏹

"Rook, are these your paintings!??"

"Oui."

Mouth agape with wonder, you struggle to gather your words. "... It feels like I could reach in and take that apple right there..."

" thank yo–"

"Dont say 'thank you ' yet! Who said I was done?.....incredible!...How!?"

"You're most flattering! But I assure you, this is merely the result on honning my observation skills for years."

Wide wonderous eyes drunk in every line as you turn the pages in the sketch book. Slowly, your look softens.

"... The world must look very beautiful thorough your eyes..." The words leave your lips in soft murmur.

It gives him pause.

"There are many beautiful sights in the world...I cannot even hope to encompass them all, let alone how unique every individual perspective is..."

You shake your head. "I am not like you, Rook. You can find something beautiful, or see someone's potential to grow into beauty and never take your eyes off it.

I am the kind of person...for whom things only become special when they are special to one of my loved ones. It doesn't make me wanna have it or anything but... I think the sigh of someone looking at something they like is my favorite sigh in the world. And I think to be able to find beauty in anything is the most beautiful thing in the world- No, the universe."

Words catch is his throat the way they haven't in years. You looked at him like he was the only thing in the world to look at. You were lovely. You were beautiful.

When those jeweled eyes set on you, in that way you've only seen him gaze at things in the distance, you grow even more radiant.

If he touched you, would you be even more beautiful?

»»————>

Epel

"Why're ya starin' so much?"

"Well...you look..."

"By All the Great Seven, don't say "cute" or I don't know what I'm gonna do."

"I wasn't gonna say that! Although if you get pouty now that might be cute."

"I'm not a kid! What were you gonna say then?"

"Hmm... I'll tell you the next time."

"The next time what?"

"The next time you make that face."

"What face?"

Eventually he just leaves out a resigned sigh.

By All The Great Seven, don't call him "cute." Don't call him "pretty." Or "adorable" or "darling" or any other petname you seemed so fond of giving everyone. To this day he did not understand how you had it in you to call Leona of all people that. It's not like he didn't want to be your friend but...

🍎

"Is Crewel trying to kill us with this assignment??"

"Didn't you say he is your favorite teacher?"

"No, I only said he is one of the best teachers I've ever met. But he is still...hah...ruthless."

Despite all your complaints you dropped a heavy stack of books on your desk, and he knew you fully intended to leave no page unturned. "Thanks for teaming up with me...yanno, despite..."

"No problem. If anything I feel lucky," he answers nonchalantly. Despite having no magic, and Grim arguably holding you back with his shenanigans during practical lessons, your quiz scores were one of the best in class. Crewel even said so.

Your apologetic look quickly turned smug. "Last one to finish has to line up at lunch tomorrow?"

"You're on! I can't wait to see that look on Crewel's face when we hand it in!"

Having no reason to keep standing around, you opened the books.

"See!!THAT look!"

"Huh!?"

Already absorbed in the research material, he failed to notice how quickly your head turned in his direction or how you watched him at the edge of your chair as if waiting for something to happen.

"Wha' look?"

"When you're concentrating on something...and so determined..."

Please don't say cute.

"That's a very cool and handsome look! Girls love that stuff, y'know? It makes me think" yeah that's a very Pomefiore thing to do" because The Fairest Queen wasn't just fair, she was a powerful and capable mage, right? I'm sure she must have applied herself just as thoroughly to her magic studies as she did to dolling herself up or she wouldn't be famous for her poisons..."

"...Ya startin' to sound like Rook."

"Heh!?"

Despite looking down, there was a faint tug of a smile at the corner of his lips.

"Like...a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Tell ya next time."

"Next time what?"

"Next time ya start talkin' like that."

You flop back in your chair with a grunt. "Imma call you cute next time."

"Whatev."

»»————>

Ruggie

You gave him a look as if he started speaking a foreign language all of a sudden. "The dark mirror recognises talent.

Crowley, on the other hand, recognises the school budget."

"I get the budget part but what's the other s'pposed to mean?"

"Manipulation magic is supposed to be hard, right? So your unique magic is nothing to sniff at.

I hate guys that don't count their blessings. But make no mistake, you deserve to be here as much as the next guy."

"What's gotten into you? That's so cheesy... Although I guess as far as complements go it ain't the worst. You can keep practicing, though. Shishishi"

"Okay, I will. Give me a minute to think."

"Huh?"

"There are many things I like about Ruggie, so it's hard to pick where to start," you mused to yourself, eyes closed.

"Again, what?"

"I like how capable he is, that's very cool." You slowly turned your to look at him again. "And I like that you have your priorities straight. I like that you're resourceful. I like your laugh. I like the face you make when you get a donut. Ah, your eyes are a pretty colour too."

"Uh... What are you buttering me up for?"

"It's not buttering up, it's just facts. And you're the one who told me to keep it up."

"Yeah but now it's getting suspicious!"

"Huh...Well... That pout is cute, so I certainly didn't do it for nothing, either."

His face was burning red, like after standing in the brazing sun all day.

"... What kinda sick game is this!?"

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. "Ruggie, you are no pushover, right? When you get or give something, there's always a return. Sometimes I think it a little unfair not to get any recognition for all the stuff you get done around here... Since... It's because as a Prefect–and an under appreciated one if I do say so myself– I should be grateful to anyone who makes my job a little easier–not that you haven't made it harder too at times like the rest of the brats– I mean. Ahem. You said you wanted me to keep going with the complements, so I gave you something you wanted..."

"...just buy me lunch next time."

"Do I look like I'm made or money?"

"Fine. Help me with some of my errads."

"Uhh... I never know when Crowley's gonna call me to fix his messes but I'll try."

"Sheesh..."

"Good grief. I didn't expect you to curl up so much over a few complements... Wait. I think I know how to do it right next time!"

"Just give it up!"

"No, really! Hear. Ah-hem. How dare you have better hair than me. Who let you?"

"Die mad about it! That's an even worse one!"

"You're welcome, pretty boy."

You are bad for his heart.

"Thanks, pretty boy."

"Are you gonna keep saying that?"

"Only sometimes."

»»————>

Jade

"Monsieur Prémédité? ah but that is perfectly understandable, Tricksteur! That gallant air, the stunning pose, the mysterious eyes that send a chill down one's spine... I could go on all day."

"Wow... And here I just think he's really cute."

"Jade?? Cute?"

"If I had to put it into one word, yeah..."

Grim,who so far ignored your conversation in favour of a tuna sandwich,perked up. "You're insane!"

You could only shrug.

"No, Mon Ami. I do believe the way you see Jade must be a unique one in the world! And I think that it must be a very beautiful one! Would you please tell me more?"

Your eyes widened as if caught red handed. "Well if I'm gonna tell it to anyone it's not gonna be you. Sorry."

Your chin found rest in your palm as you sank into contemplation. "...something only I can see... Rook?"

"Yes?"

"if only I can see it how do I know it's real and not a delusion?"

"It probably is!" Grim yelled again. "No, definetly is a delusion!"

"Ah! That is a very good question! Shall I tell you a bit of how to observe things like a hunter?"

You lean in.

Actions speak louder than words, they say.

Words can be fickle. They come and go, scatter to the four winds. The actions of a person reveal their intentions.

"Floyd undid his tie again as soon as I tied it for him."

"You keep tying it for him even though he does that?"

"Yes."

"Huh... I would say doing the same thing again and again is insanitary but..."

"But?"

"He keeps letting you do it, doesn't he? .. I guess you suit each other..."

"Do you think we could take it with us? Although I'd feel bad ripping it off..."

"Would you like me to show you how to put it in a terrarium?"

"... Yeah just a small one... Thanks."

"You're welcome. You choose a wonderful specimen!"

"Floyd seems to be enjoying himself. I'm glad."

Enjoying terrorising the other team on the field, to be precise.

"Some of his shots aren't counting and he's probably gonna get the red card soon..."

"He hardly seems to worry about that."

So as long as Floyd is enjoying himself, it's whatever?

"Well," you say more to yourself than anyone "At least it wasn't boring. I sure won't forget this match any time soon."

"Azul sounds rather proud of this new menu item."

"He went to great lengths to get a very rare ingredient for it."

"Huh... At least he doesn't cut corners when it comes to that."

"Azul is very particular about about everything involving the Lounge... He's very dedicated."

"... Are you gonna be okay cooking with it? Ingredients like that tend to be very fickle."

"Yes. I think I will need some practice first..."

"Heh. Need any help with taste testing?"

"Yes, actually..."

"!"

"...As well as with prep and washing the dishes."

"... Fair enough. Can do."

"How is it?"

Before you answered a second spoonful was already in your mouth. "Mm.. Is good... Delicious."

"Thank you."

"Mm.... Azul's kitchen is in good hands."

"That's a relief. I hope you will come try the actual item on the day."

"Dude, I'm broke."

Out of all the things he could pick in this shop, a keychain of an octopus with glasses?

"Is that supposed to be Azul?"

"Doesn't it look just like him? I'm sure he will be delighted."

Out of all the things he could pick in this shop... He picks something that reminds him of Azul...

"How goofy... Hehe..."

"Do you see how it changes colour where the light hits it?"

"Well aren't you a fancy chameleon shroom!"

"Isn't it beautiful? Actually, there's some debate as to if magic made it evolve this way or not..."

And he was beautiful indeed.

"I love it."

"Oya? Did you find a new favorite mushroom? I can understand that feeling."

"Sorry to let you down but that is not what I was talking about."

"What then, pray tell?"

"I love the way you look at something you love... And how you treasure them."

He stares at you for a good minute.

How very intriguing of you...

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A/W end notes: hey uh how bad does the situation have to be for grim to be the voice of conscience in the room?? Girl help ▄█▀█● I almost mentioned rook in every one of them cuz Ruggie bringing him up if you talked like that is not a stretch, girl help I had more characters I was considering in my drafts 😭 but these got so long I had to just make the post and maybe make a part 2 later

[nina-scribbles]

Just some 8th years, making overdue friendships, chilling in the library. (pls click for better quality)

[sirazaroff]

I've been meaning to make something like this for a bit now, as a reference but also a fun exercise. There's something real amusing about comparing canon to your own takes. Would you guys still see her as Velvet or is this a stranger bun? 🤔

[melatien]

tiny yoichi (unwillingly) lures out soldiers by being his helplessness little self so his brother can strike

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

dick stands on his toes to hug jason.

does he have to? no. in fact, whenever jason is the one to hug him, he fits quite nicely under his younger brother's shoulders. their height difference is just the right size for a good Brother Hug™.

but dick is the oldest sibling, goddamn it, and he's going to put his arms on top even if he has to stand on his tiptoes to do it.

[daily-ethoslab]

[591] ethubs fusion idk what’s with him… simultaneously the coolest but also the most pathetic person ever imo

[chewytran]

we’ll keep each other warm ❤️

[c4n1d43cup1d]

amy n shadow practice sketches. their heads look a little big. or maybe its just their eyes

[omarera]

Omar's pants and shoes!!!

He looks so cosy and fluffy and also edgy with the pants and shoes.

[ejzah]

A/N: Here we come to the end of yet another story. Thanks once again for for your support and love for this story.

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The Other Shoe, Epilogue

One Year Later

Deeks moved around the kitchen, dicing some onions, stirring a pan of chicken, grabbing a couple of cloves of onion. He’d gotten home from work 45 minutes ago, and started in on dinner, knowing Kensi would be back later than him.

In the last year, a lot had changed. For one, he could walk down the beach, even run, without feeling like he’d collapse. He’d recovered from his transplant surgery better than could be expected. Although he had returned to most of his previous activities pre kidney failure, he had officially resigned as an investigator upon receiving his medical clearance.

Now, he supervised a team of NCIS lawyers and assisted with modifying agency procedures and guidelines as needed. Much like his job as liaison, he had a feeling that the position had been designed specifically for him. It was hardly what Deeks had expected for himself, but he found he enjoyed most of the work.

A timer on his phone beeped and he absentmindedly turned it off, grabbing the medication sorter off the counter, and popping the contents in his mouth along with a swallow of water. Humming a John Denver song under his breath, he continued cooking. He heard the front door open and close, and called out,

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Deeks looked over his shoulder as Kensi walked in, barefoot and in a tank top and jeans.

“Hey, welcome home, Lady Bird of my Heart.”

“Hey. Ooh, what’s for dinner?”

He grinned at her eagerness, nodding to the pan of peppers and onions. “Fajitas and semi-authentic rice. How was work today,?”

“Good. I taught a baby agent how to disassemble an incendiary device hidden inside a truck,” Kensi told him excitedly. Deeks turned around completely, his eyebrows high enough to touch his bangs.

“You what now?”

“It was a simulation,” she clarified quickly. Deeks visibly relaxed.

“Could have led with that, baby.” He left the stove to wrap his arms around her, and kissed her temple. Kensi tipped his chin down to kiss him more firmly on the mouth.

“Sorry. I just got excited,” she explained. “As much as I don’t miss the danger, I do miss the adrenaline rush that comes with fieldwork.”

That was another big change; shortly after Deeks settled into his new position, Kensi decided resign as well. Kilbride hadn’t been pleased to lose two of his team within months of each other, but ended up recommending Kensi for a supervisory position as well. She now trained incoming agents fresh out of FLETC to prepare them for their first real field experiences.

“I know you do,” Deeks said softly. He also knew his health crisis had played some part in her decision to step down. Thought Kensi insisted it was for many reasons.

“How about you? How was your day?” Kensi asked, reaching over his shoulder to sneak a piece of chicken.

“The new edits to the handbook were accepted. Finally got the definition and duties for an NCIS investigator clarifies more thoroughly.”

“That’s been bugging you for years! Congratulations.” Kensi kissed him again, as though he’d performed some impressive feat.

“I mean, it’s not nearly as exciting as yours,” he pointed out.

“Hey, don’t downplay your efforts. Because of you, future investigators won’t have to wonder about their scope of duty. Of course, it also means they won’t be able to use it to their benefit like you did.”

“True. It was fun to mess with you guys.”

“Yes, I know,” Kensi said dryly. She slid a hand up into his hair, leaning into him. He felt the gentle rounding of her stomach pressed against him, and he brushed his fingers over it.

“And how’s Baby Deeks-Blye today?” he asked.

“Happy and hungry.”

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” He grinned again, squeezing Kensi against him. “Does baby want salsa tonight?”

“Definitely,” Kensi responded immediately. She slid out of his arms, heading for the cabinets. “I’ll set the table.”

Deeks watched her for a few moments, overwhelmed by the simple delight of it all. Last year, he thought he might die, and here he was healthy, happier than ever, a baby on the way.

Yeah, a lot had changed. He’d always be on medication, he had to watch his diet to a degree, and his days chasing bad guys were gone forever, but he found it didn’t matter as much as he thought it would.

In the end, he was just happy for a second chance.

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A/N: Sorry for the slightly cheesy ending. Hope you enjoyed this final bit of lightness after all the dark and angst.

[smotherstories]