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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year ago

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tempest in a teapot

gojo finds nothing more delightful than seeing your annoyed frown in the middle of a storm— why should he need the sun to break through the gloomy clouds, when you're right there in front of him, huh?

teen!gojo x fem!reader; fluffy & not-very-lwk sappy [xDD]; lovesick gojo; realisation of feelings; gojo loves you— you're compelled to tolerate him; he is sort of... obsessed w you but not in the toxic way yet; implied bullying [gojo isn't involved!!]; he wants to be your knight in shining armour sooo baddd; 'one-sided enemies to lovers'; 2.5k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna!

header frm pinterest // divider by @/isisjupiter // jjk isn't mine

gojo believes, there exist two kinds of people.

one, those who aren't but love to pretend being better than everyone else— and two, those who aren't but will do anything to be viewed as the worst in the world— the second category housing no one except you—

tingles dancing behind his ribs, down his arms and right to the tips of his fingers, the boy hums when asked why he wishes to meet you out of all the people he could. that too now, the sky darkening from a mix of night and storm— that too, to meet you.

candy crushed between molars, gojo grins.

"let's just say i'm a little curious about her, shall we?"

then pauses, grin mellowing when he finally feels your cursed energy— if his six eyes were working just fine and not fatigued after today's spree of killing curses, maybe he could have known your location too in an instant or so... and not have had to rely on others for that...

the blinding beacon that your cursed signature is, brushes soothingly against his exhausted self— he adds, "also maybe 'cause i'm a little in love with her— she's really sweet, y'know?"

whatever response he might have been expecting, a scoff is definitely not one of them.

utahime makes a face. almost as if she just bit into a lemon... almost as if she doesn't believe gojo can fall in love... almost as if she deems you to be not sweet... that last implication nearly makes him want to throw hands with the girl, opting to ignore the fact that she's shoko's girlfriend—

but he stops when she jabs a thumb to the corridor to the left.

your cursed energy caresses his six eyes gently. something burns at the back of his two eyes. he begs his mind to listen to the directions being given to him. the directions to you!!

"go down this hallway then turn right at the end. she will still be in the gardens—" the rest of the sentence doesn't reach gojo.

nor does anything else, for that matter.

nothing does. except for the steady thump!thump!thump! against his ribs and in his ears. and, of course— how did he even forget this— the lodestar your brilliance is to his too impatient self, too stumbling feet, this squally evening as he skids past empty hallways...

your smile is the first thing the boy notices.

so sweet. so sweet. it is the sweetest thing gojo reckons to have ever seen in his life. the pretty little smile carving your lips and illuminating your equally lovely face, as you lie on your stomach on the grass. legs swaying with the wind. gaze dancing over the fluttering pages—

everything changes in a beat— or perhaps even less than that— with your eyes no longer on the book.

they are on him. drowning him. suffocating him. squeezing whatever infinitesimal life left in him after the past three days' missions. taking every bit of who he is, all for themselves to glare at so sweetly.

your pretty little smile falls into an adorable frown. "why are you here, senpai?"

"why am i here?" he echoes your query. your frown deepens. he grins, brushing his bangs away out of his view. "to see you, of course!! mind if i take a seat beside you?"

you do mind. gojo knows, yet doesn't find a fault in you minding him so— shutting your book, you don't waste an extra second to move to sit upright. nor to scoot away when the boy takes your absence of an answer as an invitation to plop down onto the grass.

your scowl stays unfazed, gojo watches, heart lurching and tumbling. falling onto his back, he shifts to lie on his side, an elbow propped up to support his head. and hums.

"why do you look so mad, sweet—"

"please don't call me by such terms," you cut him off, sharp and terse, "and please don't pretend you don't know why i'm mad— acting like a fool doesn't suit you."

"acting like a fool doesn't suit you either, darling," the boy replies, not borrowing even a moment to mull over his words. it's honestly so like playing with fire... arguing with you, that is. but he is nothing if not an extremely devoted lover of danger, so he will keep doing whatever he is doing now— plus, don't the two of you seem so 'married couple'-y right now, huh?

he continues— not disturbed, rather delighted by how your features tighten and stiffen. eyes narrowing a touch. lips pursed a pinch— he wonders if you know how much you're endearing yourself to him the longer you keep looking at him that way—

he allows his grin to simmer down to a sly twist of lips.

"but i'm not going to question that... your love for your family is pretty cool—" not really. gojo finds it boring at best, and stupid at worst. but since it's you... he tries to deem it as neither. "— so whatever amazing plan you've concocted: pretending to be weak, so you aren't sent to a mission, so you have a 100% chance of staying alive anddd your dear family doesn't have to get sad—"

"why are you here, senpai?"

obviously, to see you, silly!!

— is what gojo should say. is what gojo wants to say. but he finds his tongue numb and unmoving. rendered useless by the sight you, your cursed energy, both have become...

if you were a fire before, you're nothing less than a solar flare now.

and the boy loves it. his six eyes love it. the boy loves you—

your brows gather close. his stomach does a flip. your voice assumes an adorably serious tone. "you didn't come here to ask me out, again, did you, senpai?"

did he?

oh, gojo doesn't really know.

maybe he did... he does want to take you to his favourite restaurants. but maybe he didn't... seeing you has been the only thing on his mind ever since he was informed of his mission being in otsu, shiga.

only fifteen kilometres away from the kyoto jujutsu tech— you don't allow him to utter a single syllable in reply, however. gojo wonders if this is how all your future arguments will be like— he decides it's not that bad.

not when you lean a little towards him. gaze narrowed. tone earnest.

"look— i know keeping another's secrets is a big deal, and some folks need some sort of... uh, reward for that— but how about this? instead of me going out on a date with you, why don't i buy you a box of them gourmet chocolates? or, a ticket to your favorite band's concert? or, a gift voucher of your favorite clothing store— this is better, isn't it?"

better... it would have been... if only he was dead set on making you reward him, as you oh so eloquently put it, for keeping your secrets.

but the thing is, he isn't. the boy doesn't want any sort of silly reward from you— he just wants to take you out on a date. always has, since his eyes met yours few weeks ago and he felt something strange and sweet unfurl within his chest—

making it seem like a payment for him shutting his mouth about you, was only a tactic. a very cheap tactic, the boy chides himself, looking at the worry etched into the dip of your lips.

slipping his shades off, he sits up. and offers a tiny smile. it feels... too weird... too soft on his lips.

"you do know who you're talking to, don't you?"

it takes you a while to reply. throwing back a question of your own. "is this you telling me i can't buy a rich guy's silence, senpai?"

he is. he very much is. but heaven knows why you make it sound this rude— the same as before, you don't stop speaking. not allowing him squeeze a single word in.

"but everyone likes free stuff, don't they? i mean, i'll be buying all that for you, and you won't have to spend even a single yen..." you heave a sigh. so minute, he almost misses it. but he doesn't 'cause he's pretty much focused his every sense on you—

exhaling yet another sigh, you ask, "don't you like freebies, senpai?"

he does. he very much does. even more when you say it that way with your cute little frown and exasperated little tone—

"you're too sweet, y'know?" he breathes out, hoping he sounds just as fond as he feels of you now. extremely likely, forever. "i don't really get why utahime doesn't see you to be so."

you make some sort of a noise then.

it isn't exactly a chuckle... nor is it a snort... it's very cute, nonetheless.

you hum, "iori-senpai is the kindest out of everyone here. if she thinks i'm not someone sweet... i don't know but doesn't it ring some sort of warning bell inside your head, hm?"

"hell no," gojo mutters in that same instant— a little miffed at how you refer to utahime, a quiet respect lacing every letter you say— not-too-little miffed at the implications behind you calling that sharp-tongued girl the kindest here—

for the first time in your company, the boy feels his lips collapse into a frown.

it's something, he realises you realise too, the way your lips part a tad. in something akin surprise... but not the very pleased kind.

he doesn't really think before adding, "the only bells i can hear when i look at you are—" you frown. he bites his tongue. perhaps... he should think a bit before speaking...

chuckling, he continues as if you did not just shoot his soul a look.

"never mind what i can hear... but the thing is you can never be one who rings warning bells in others' minds— like, hell no!" he repeats. letting some force seep into his syllables. into his unwavering stare, fixed on you. on every minute expression you're making—

he really decides to think, however. softening himself on noting your shaky exhale. your nails digging into the cover of your book— he lets himself borrow a beat before resuming.

forcing his face into a bright grin when he does so.

"feel free to text me the names of those dipshits who have ever made you feel bad, by the way— but don't worry," he adds, the memories of his previous error of ways hitting him in the face.

"i won't ask you out on a date in return for that— i'm just in need of an intensive punching practice, and you will do me a big favour by doing as i asked you to— you will text me, won't ya?"

yeah. no. thank you. fuck you—

you say nothing.

nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

for a very painfully long ten seconds.

during which you do nothing except look at him— just look, that too! neither glare nor gape nor gawk— just a quiet, scarily quiet looking— gojo swears his heart skips a beat when you finally open your mouth.

and inquire, words so slow and soft.

"this isn't some ploy of yours to get my number, right?"

"hey, no—" he rushes to explain. fuming at himself 'cause how the hell did he fuck up this bad again!?!?— but as is the norm, you don't allow him to speak any more than that. cutting him off with yet another one of your queries— except this time, it's not so slow.

and more of a statement than a question, now that he thinks about it— "you did not really tell anyone about my secret in these past weeks, did you?"

no, he didn't. obviously, he didn't.

gojo satoru might be several things, but an intentional villain isn't one of them... something skids across your face when the boy tells you as much— but he finds himself not too sure.

thanks to the lightning streaking across the sky.

and the torrential rains following not an instant late.

and the way your gaze jumps from him to the sky, to the book in your hold— only to come back to his face. wide, unblinking, all-consuming for a scanty moment there—

gojo tries his best not to collapse into the mud when you break into a sprint for cover from the downpour. he tries his best not to follow you as he feels your warmth go farther and farther away. his six eyes gaze at the trail of your addictively bright and hot— and his six eyes aren't talking about just the temperature— cursed energy—

the boy tries his damnedest best not to shout, overwhelmingly happy and relieved as he realises the rapidly reducing distance between him and your cursed signature.

the thud of your sneakers on the cement floor of the building sounds nothing less than the best music the boy's ever heard. or maybe, it is the best music in this whole wide world...

yet another lightning streaks across the sky. he twists himself around just in time to catch the awe-filled look you offer at the sight. features something out of this realm as your eyes trace its path, not even a bit bothered by the deafening thunder that sounds next—

gojo thinks he'll die happy if he dies now.

or maybe he can die later, he changes his stance quickly. on noticing you dash towards him through the mud, face fixed in a deep scowl as you struggle to open an umbrella, and balance a pretty heavy-looking bag off your forearm.

you huff when you reach him.

the boy wonders if it's your finally-open umbrella, or you, who shields him from the numbing cold of the torrential rains—

crouching down before him, you drop the bag into his lap.

and exhale a quiet sigh. his breath catches in his chest when he spies a hint of something... maybe fondness? curling up the corners of your frown, as you speak.

"next time you wanna flirt with someone, try not to do that after your missions— it is very difficult to be mad at a person if they look just a push away from passing out, y'know?"

[no... gojo doesn't really know.

but as he lets you press the handle of the umbrella into his palm— an odd look flittering over your features before you turn on your heel and hurry back into the school building— and his eyes fall on the contents of the bag you've left with him—

cans of green tea. chamomile tea. dark chocolate. biscuits. water—

the boy muses if this is your attempt to buy his silence. by giving him enough food and drinks to prevent him from blacking out from sheer exhaustion while on the train ride back to tokyo...

oh. it's enough for him to not worry 'bout tonight's dinner as well, he tells himself on finding two cups of instant noodles at the bottom of the bag—

gojo smiles.

deciding not only his silence to be yours, but also a part of his heart— albeit... weren't either of them yours to begin with, huh?]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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corporatecoinings · 6 months ago

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(Snowy) forest + wolf (or canine) themed ID pack

Crafted by Alaska's paws 🐺🐾 Header mask | /fleaseditstuff Divider | Made by Alaska (me) (I prefer it that only I use the divider.)

Names

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Pronouns

arctic/arctics ✦ arf/arfs ✦ bark/barks ✦ birch/birchs ✦ bite/bites ✦ bloom/blooms ✦ branch/branchs ✦ breeze/breezes ✦ breezy/breezys ✦ canine/canines ✦ chew/chews ✦ chill/chills ✦ chilly/chillys ✦ claw/claws ✦ cold/colds ✦ creek/creeks ✦ dark/darks ✦ fang/fangs ✦ fauna/faunas ✦ fern/ferns ✦ fir/firs ✦ flora/floras ✦ fluff/fluffs ✦ fluffy/fluffys ✦ forest/forests ✦ fur/furs ✦ growl/growls ✦ grr/grrs ✦ holly/hollys ✦ howl/howls ✦ leaf/leafs ✦ luna/lunas ✦ lunar/lunars ✦ moon/moons ✦ night/nights ✦ nocturn/nocturns ✦ nocturnal/nocturnals ✦ nox/noxs ✦ paw/paws ✦ pine/pines ✦ river/rivers ✦ ruff/ruffs ✦ sap/saps ✦ sapling/saplings ✦ shadow/shadows ✦ snow/snows ✦ snowflake/snowflakes ✦ spruce/spruces ✦ thorn/thorns ✦ timber/timbers ✦ tree/trees ✦ tundra/tundras ✦ wind/winds ✦ winter/winters ✦ wolf/wolfs ✦ wood/woods ✦ 🐺/🐺s ✦ 🐾/🐾s ✦ 🌲/🌲s ✦ 🌳/🌳s ✦ 🌿/🌿s ✦ 🍁/🍁s ✦ 🍂/🍂s ✦ 🍃/🍃s ✦ 🍄/🍄s ✦ 🪨/🪨s ✦ 🪵/🪵s ✦ 🌑/🌑s ✦ 🌒/🌒s ✦ 🌓/🌓s ✦ 🌔/🌔s ✦ 🌕/🌕s ✦ 🌖/🌖s ✦ 🌗/🌗s ✦ 🌘/🌘s ✦ 🌙/🌙s ✦ ⭐/⭐s ✦ ☁️/☁️s ✦ 🌨️/🌨️s ✦ ❄️/❄️s

Genders

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Feel free to use this ID pack however you want. For hoarding labels, for figuring out your identity, for system members, so on and so forth.

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thesakuragarnet · 3 months ago

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My Shelter In The Storm

Rated: T for swearing

Summary: Keigo comforts Touya during a storm.

Author’s note: A oneshot from my Pro Hero! Touya Dabihawks AU (PHOENIX) <3

Word Count: 1,915 words

AO3 link

Tags: swearing, hurt/comfort, DabiHawks (established relationship and childhood friends), fluff, abu$ive 3nji, hero!Dabi AU

Main Story (RATED E FOR EXPLICIT! NOT FOR EVERYONE!)

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(Sometime in November 2117)

Sixteen-year-old Touya Todoroki stares out the window of his dorm room, watching the rain pelt the glass with senseless force as the storm tears through campus. It’s been almost a month since his father banned him from the house, ordering him to stay at the dorms and not bother coming back.

Touya grits his teeth, fingernails digging into his skin just above his elbows as he tightly crosses his arms over his chest.

It’s Friday.

Keigo and Rumi invited him to go shopping with them after class, but Touya knew it was going to storm.

He hates the storms.

The thunder.

It reminds him of his father’s footsteps echoing through the house.

The lightning crackles aren’t unlike the sounds of plates and bowls being smashed in a blind fury.

He’s never talked about his aversions to storms.

He didn’t mind the rain.

It was the destructive storm that made him uneasy.

The cacophony of violent noises and flashes.

They put Touya on edge.

Touya squeezes his eyes shut when a particularly deafening rumble of thunder shakes the dormitory, accompanied by a blinding flash of lightning.

Touya shudders when he sees his own reflection in the glass.

He manages to tear his attention away from the window, walking over to his desk to sit down as he snatches his homework out of his backpack.

“Breathe. Breathe,” He whispers to himself, trying not to think about how his siblings are stuck with the storm named Enji Todoroki.

Trying not to think about how he can’t protect them anymore.

Trying not to think about how he can’t be the sounding board for his wrath.

How he can’t stand in the way and bear the brunt of the punishment.

How-

His own train of thought derails when the first tear hits the page.

He’s crying.

“Fuck,” He hisses, voice breaking as he blinks the tears away, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

The last time he was home, his father had laid his hands on Natsuo.

The last time he was home, Shoto was begging to stop his training.

Touya’s sobbing now, unable to console himself as he rakes his hands through his white hair, fingernails scratching his scalp.

If only he had laid low a little longer. If only he had kept his temper in check. Then, maybe…just maybe…he would’ve been able to buy himself more time.

He would still be able to see his siblings.

He-

Touya’s head whips to the door when he hears the sound of Keigo’s keys turning in the lock.

Shit.

Touya can’t fix his face, but he hurriedly wipes as much of the tears away with his blue hoodie sleeves, frantically sniffing and trying to even out his breathing.

He pulls his hood up, blocking his face as he turns to stare at the tear-streaked paper glaring up at him. The header reads:

Quirk Studies: Year 1. Hero Costume Evaluation.

Touya grabs his pencil with a shaking hand and begins scrawling his name in the corner as the door opens.

“I’m baaack,” Keigo whistles cheerfully as he shuts the door behind him, strutting into the room with a smile and a surprisingly large bag. “Rumi and I got matching outfi- What’s wrong?”

Keigo’s tone shift is immediate when he sees Touya hunched over in the dim lamplight of his desk, clearly avoiding eye contact as he keeps his head trained on his paper.

Touya doesn’t say anything.

How could he?

It’s embarrassing to think that he’s afraid of a little thunderstorm.

Because that’s what it boils down to.

Not that it reminds him of his abusive home life.

Not that it reminds him that he’s left his siblings all alone in the tempest.

Touya swallows, his throat stinging from the tears.

They’ve been roommates since January, and this is the first time they’ve been stuck together in a thunderstorm.

“You never start your homework early,” Keigo mutters, resting the bag on their pushed-together twin beds, “You okay?”

“Needed a distraction,” Touya clears his throat, his voice strained slightly.

Ka-BOOM!

The sudden thunder and flash of lightning make the lights flicker, and Touya flinches hard , swearing under his breath at how stupid he must look.

Keigo raises his eyebrow.

“Scared of thunder?”

“I’m not scared !” Touya shouts angrily, whirling to face him, eyes burning, before he sees Keigo’s shocked expression.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…,” Touya stammers, not knowing what to say to explain his random outburst. Tears well up in his eyes again.

Keigo didn’t deserve that. He puts his head down on his arms, chest tightening.

He needs to calm down before he gets too worked up.

Keigo sighs, strolling up behind Touya’s chair and leaning forward to rest his chin on the top of his head; he gives Touya an awkward hug from behind.

“This isn’t just about storms, is it?” Keigo murmurs, already knowing Touya’s answer.

Keigo’s known about Touya’s home life for some time now, despite how hard Touya tried to hide it during their first month of knowing each other… particularly because Keigo was an Endeavor superfan at the time.

“Hey. Lemme show you what I got. I think it’ll cheer you up,” Keigo smiles half-heartedly, giving Touya a gentle squeeze before walking back to the bed to dig inside the bag.

“Fine,” Touya grumbles, still sniffling as he sits up.

“No! Don’t turn around yet! You have to wait until I put it on!” Keigo exclaims, and Touya impatiently taps his feet on the floor until he feels a feather tickle his ear.

“Hey!” He swats it away, turning around in the chair.

Touya’s eyes widen when he sees Keigo in a floor-length, backless, black halter dress, the slits going all the way up to his waist, showing off his garishly clashing red boxer briefs.

“That is fucking wild ,” Touya cackles, unable to conceal his laughter.

“Look, my legs have never looked better!” Keigo grins, biting his lip comically as he holds his leg up and flexes it, showing off the toned muscles of his thighs and calves. Touya shrugs, unable to argue.

“Okay, but when are you even gonna wear that?” Touya snorts.

“Well, I obviously won’t wear it with these,” Keigo snickers, snapping the elastic of his underwear against his skin. “But I dunno. Rumi suggested we all get one.”

“Wait, what?” Touya does a brief double-take before realizing Keigo’s pulling out another identical dress.

“ Definitely not. You know I’m too insecure for that,” Touya huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But you look so good in black!” Keigo whines, batting his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

Touya rolls his eyes.

“Fine. But I’m not trying it on tonight,” He concedes, making Keigo’s wings flutter.

“Yes! You have until the end of the week. If you hate it, I’m gonna return it,” Keigo grins, tucking it back into the bag.

Ka-BOOOOM!

ZZZZT!

The lights go out with the overbearing roar, and Touya tenses up once again, the lighthearted moment being torn right out of his hands.

Keigo’s smile disappears when he clocks Touya’s rigid silhouette, and his feathers sense an uptick in his heart rate.

Keigo walks over to the lamps on the nightstand, flicking the switches, only to be met with empty clicks and consistent darkness.

“Hm. Power’s out,” Keigo frowns.

“No shit,” Touya snaps, before adding a “Sorry.”

Keigo can hear the regret in his voice.

“I know why you’re in a bad mood, Touya. You don’t have to pretend,” Keigo replies, running a hand through his hair as his feathers scoop up the shopping bag and drop it by the closet. Touya’s a statue, teeth grinding as he tries to swat away the memories of his childhood home…of what was surely the present for his siblings.

Touya sucks in a sharp breath, remembering the sting from the slap.

Remembering the fleeting taste of justice that seized him by the throat when he grabbed his father’s arm…

Why?

Why does he still give a shit?

How can he still love his father?

After everything ?

And how can his father claim that his actions are out of love ?

How-

“Touya?”

Keigo’s voice drags Touya out of the riptide, pulling him up for air. Turquoise glows in the darkness, lifting to meet gold as his eyes adjust.

Keigo’s sitting on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him, wing unfurled like a beckoning arm. He’d changed out of the dress and into his sleep shirt in the timespan of Touya’s spiral.

Touya needs no further encouragement as he stumbles forward in the dark, practically collapsing into Keigo’s side embrace, resting his head on Keigo’s shoulder.

Keigo’s crimson feathers immediately caress Touya’s cheek, acting as a secondary layer of a hug as he puts his arm around his boyfriend.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, save for Touya’s intermittent sniffles and the raucous thud of the downpour.

The thunder rumbles as the heart of the storm looms over the campus, and Touya’s chest feels impossibly tight as the memories drown him.

Watching Shoto through the crack in the doorway.

The sting of his father’s hands.

The smell of burning flesh.

The sound of his mother weeping.

“It’ll…It’ll be okay…I promise…,” Keigo reassures, and, unfortunately, his words obliterate the dam. The tears welling in Touya’s eyes flow freely, and he turns to hide his face in Keigo’s shirt.

Instinctively, Keigo faces him, cradling the back of his head.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Keigo whispers, letting Touya sob into his chest, “The storm will pass.”

The storm will pass.

Keigo’s words circle through Touya’s head, painting the inside of his skull.

The storm will pass.

The twitch of pain in his heart slowly subsides, dissolving into a dull ache rather than stabbing, writhing torture.

“Breathe,” Keigo hums, fingernails tracing his back.

Touya shudders, the sigh leaving his trembling lips with catharsis.

Touya focuses on his breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth.

He focuses on the crimson canopy surrounding him; Keigo’s wings form a protective shield.

He blinks away the last few tears, feeling the vivid flashbacks slip away.

Touya is in the arms of someone who loves him.

He’s safe within these walls.

Eventually, the storm will pass.

Eventually, his siblings will make it out as well.

Minute by minute, the roar of the thunder begins to fade away, the clouds rolling further into Musutafu.

The darkness remains, as it likely will until Miss Kaminari arrives to charge up the generator.

Touya yawns, prompting Keigo to lean back, pulling his boyfriend with him as they both lie down on the bed.

“Feel better?” Keigo asks, and Touya nods.

“I love you, Keigo,” Touya sniffs, cupping the side of his face, stroking his cheek like he’s made of glass.

“I love you, too,” Keigo smiles warmly, turning his head to press a kiss into Touya’s palm.

Touya feels the blush spreading on his face as the non-destructive fire roars in his chest.

He’s addicted to the feeling of the flames within his heart…the only embers that don’t bring him pain.

Keigo reaches up, locking his wrists around the back of Touya’s neck before pulling him down, forcing them chest-to-chest and connecting their lips.

Touya’s eyes flutter closed, a pleased huff muffling in his throat as he kisses his boyfriend back.

The darkness remains, but the thunder fades.

The storm will pass.

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scoldingdarjeeling · 3 months ago

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#The Tea (Art)🫖 #The Tea (Writing)🫖 #The Tea (Misc)🫖

Space header by: @a-dore, mdni-warning & dividers by @cafekitsune & dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

Lovecraft with a touch of Clive Barker—what does that look like? Let's find out together!

(Chapter) Rating: Mature, Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Categories: F/M, Other Fandoms: LOVECRAFT H. P. - Works, Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft, Books of Blood - Clive Barker, Relationships: Lovecraftian Entities/Original Character(s), Lovecraftian Entities & Original Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Non-Human Character(s) Characters: Original Human Character(s), Original Eldritch God(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Film Noir, Supernatural Elements, Original Fiction, Dark, Unreliable Narrator, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Flirting, Violence, Death

— ''A Prince of Carmine... A Prince of Sulphur... Where they tread... stars are bled.'' On the hunt for prey, Scarlett approaches a tall, dark stranger at the bar. But the encounter quickly turns into something far darker – an Eldritch horror, hungering for the taint in her blood. A deal is struck, and the cost is unimaginable. Will she be willing to pay the price?...

Take a Walk on the Wild Side 🫦

Rating: Explicit (18+MDNI), Work: One Shot, Word Count: 5764, Relationships: Halsin x Tav OC, Halsin x Zevlor, Halsin x (my) OC, Tav OC x Zevlor, Tav OC (implied) x (my) OC, Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3, Additional tags: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, Demisexual OC, Polyamory, Interracial relationships (within the world of D&D), fluff & smut, Halsin's POV, Female Gaze, Pegging

Halsin stirs in the night, restless, sweltering, and achingly hard. Agonizing under a relentless heatwave and besieged by lust. His emotions shift like the phases of the moon. He reaches for comfort, only to find his lover — Tempest, suspiciously absent from their bed. And he has already exhausted his available options — Tav, his primary mate, and their second lover Zevlor — resting peacefully beside him. Soon, the dire bear within will claw its way out. But the question remains: how is Halsin to solve the puzzle that is his enigmatic lover — the sorcerer known as Tempest?

Crossover/credit goes to: 🌻 @rambling-tam for lending me her captivating OC Tav'ariel from Hearts Of Oak & 🌻 @thoughts-of-bear the inspiring catalyst that encouraged me to take the plunge, lol!

Instinct a.k.a. Tempest loses her V-card to Halsin🐾

Rating: Explicit (mdni 18+) Relationships: Halsin x Tempest (OC) Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3 (post game) Additional tags: POV Halsin, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language. Fluff and Smut, Polyamorous Character, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Dark Past, Sleepwalking, Reithwin, Age Difference, Friends to Lovers, Demisexuality, POC, Healing, Magic scar/tattoo.

When Tempest, a human touched by the Feywild's haunting beauty, crosses paths with Halsin, the Hierophant of Silvanus, more bear than elf, something ancient stirs. What begins as quiet kinship soon blazes into fierce, consuming passion. Both carry echoes of the fey in their blood; she, marked by survival; he, born of wild groves. Each awakens the untamed heart in the other, a humming beat beyond planes and reason. On a night conjured by magic and vines, they offer each other the most primal of gifts: a glimpse of wholeness, where souls entwine in sacred abandon (a.k.a. Tempest loses her V-card to Halsin).

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navyblueteam · 5 months ago

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Hello everyone. Just as I promised on AO3, here I will be posting the headers and a cover of the lestappen story "Ghost of the Pirate"

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Here are the links to the story

Wattpad

AO3

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P.s Cover will be updated in this post as well once I'll manage to work on it 🫶

"Ghost of The Pirate"

The heart is a precious gem, a sacred treasure that holds deep emotions and connections. But what occurs when it is stolen and crushed underfoot? The outcome is dire.

The once warm, passionate soul turns into a heartless figure, a mere shell of his former self - Ghost of what he used to be.

This is the grim fate of a young pirate, whose spirit was once filled with happiness and love for the world around him.

Doomed to sail the seas forever, haunted by the remnants of his old life. Unless something or someone changes it.

Old Cover

NEW COVER

Chapter 1

Twist of Fates

“It was simply the twist of fates

that allowed us to meet.”

Chapter 2

Tainted Soul

"Once you take a life, all you are left

with is a tainted soul."

Chapter 3

Storm Within

"Storm within can be fiercer than

any tempest the sea can unleash."

Chapter 4

Beneath the Storm's Gaze

"If you look through the storm, you'll

See the real sea, calm yet terrifying.

to the point that you'll start missing what

there was before the chaos."

#ao3 #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #wattpad fic #lestappen #lestappenau #max verstappen #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 fic #f1 x pirate au

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kannedia · 9 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Overview

And we made it. Congratulations to everyone who wrote this month! We are all proud of you, no matter how many days you wrote for.

This was my first time taking part in FFXIV Write. It wasn't always easy but I'd like to think I've improved as a writer if only by a small amount. Backstories were written, ideas were explored and in the end, Iskra got the most stories. So there he is in the header.

Thank you to @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for creating and hosting this event.

Links to all my stories are below the cut.

Week One

Steer [Asel Kha] Stormblood spoilers

Horizon [Oscar Moreau]

Tempest [Iskra Rehw-Marouc] Shadowbringers Spoilers

Reticent [Iskra Rehw-Marouc] ARR Spoilers

Stamp [Beatrix Lind]

Halcyon [Eirini Rini] ARR Spoilers

Morsel [Oscar Moreau] Not a ship fic.

Week Two

Lend an Ear [Eirini Rini] Stormblood Spoilers

Stable [Asel Kha]

Surrogate [Beatrix Lind] Shadowbringers Spoilers

Quarry [Iskra Rehw-Marouc] Stormblood Spoilers

Butte [Asel Kha] Stormblood Spoilers

Telling [Beatrix Lind] ARR Spoilers / Not a ship fic

Week Three

Third Rate [Beatrix Lind] Shadowbringers Spoilers

Sally [Asel Kha] ARR Spoilers

Hackneyed [Iskra Rehw-Marouc] Stormblood Spoilers

Taken [Eirini Rini] Heavensward Spoilers

Duel [Oscar Moreau] Shadowbringers Spoilers / Mild Shipping

Shade [Oscar Moreau] Shadowbringers Spoilers

Week Four

On Cloud Nine [Beatrix Lind]

Bar [Eirini Rini]

Perpetuity [Oscar Moreau] Stormblood Spoilers

Zip [Iskra Rehw-Marouc]

Memory [Eirini Rini]

Deleterious [Asel Kha] Shadowbringers Spoilers

Week Five(ish)

Two Heads are Better than One [Iskra Rehw-Marouc] Stormblood Spoilers

#hope everyone had fun #ffxiv #ffxiv fic #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2024 #asel kha #oscar moreau #iskra rehw-marouc #eirini rini #beatrix lind

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reassambled-dragoon · 10 months ago

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FFXIVWrite 24 Masterpost

OKAY. YOU GUYS WIN. I'll add something resembling a header later...

As a heads-up, I'm not doing any kind of specific storyline. I'm letting the prompts speak to the 2x4 of Inspiration. If it concerns AU Storm, it will be tagged AU Storm/AU: on our fates alight. Otherwise, it's generally safe to assume this concerns mainline Warrior of Light.

Resident Blood Elf might make an appearance, if a prompt fits. Stasia Sunrunner is a sin'dorei now permanently living on Eitherys, so yes, she counts as a FF14 character.

The Cast (so far)

Day 1: Steer (Husband and wife alone-time! No, not THAT alone-time, come on)

Day 2: Horizon (A teenaged goldsmith apprentice makes a feathered friend)

Day 3: Tempest (FF16 AU hosted by @scrollsfromarebornrealm featuring a very, very pissed-off Dominant of Rhalgr)

Day 4: Reticent (Post-6.0 but no major spoilers. Lord Godbert noticed a colleague wasn't acting like herself, and decided to do something about it.)

Day 5: Stamp (Stasia Sunrunner, aka Resident Blood Elf, takes vicious delight in making a couple of Scions squirm.)

Day 6: Halcyon (Minor 6.0 spoiler mention. Storm revisits her childhood home, and is found by an old friend.)

Day 7: Morsel (Jorgan loves grooming time!)

Day 8 was a free day, so I took it off to rest.

Day 9: Lend an Ear (Storm's father receives an incredible nameday gift. Endwalker role quest spoiler.)

Day 10: Stable (Beginning of Dawntrail spoiler. Storm helps Wuk Lamat fight her seasickness.)

Day 11: Surrogate (Minor Endwalker spoilers. Storm and Ameliance have a heart to heart about their shared children.)

Day 12: Quarry (Resident Blood Elf plays Manhunt with Spyboy.)

Day 13: Butte (Dawntrail spoilers. Erenville, Stasia, and Storm are exploring the desert.)

Day 14: Telling (Endwalker spoilers. Those who Storm has loved and lost come to give her heart when she needs it most.)

Day 15: Free Day, choice: Family (Endwalker spoilers. A glimpse into the life of Storm's past self.)

Day 16: Third-rate (Bold Star sees their dingy, neglected flat and declares Challenge Accepted.)

Day 17: Sally (Dawntrail spoilers, but location is unspecified. Everyone draws Storm into a linguistics debate, and she ends up having fun.)

Day 18: Hackneyed (FF16 AU hosted by @scrollsfromarebornrealm. There is only so much false sympathy Storm can handle before she lashes out.)

Day 19: Taken (Estinien and Stephanivien force Star into talking to them about how she 'fell asleep'. Much furious cursing ensues.)

Day 20: Duel (An old friend sure knows how to prick Storm's pride.)

Day 21: Shade (Sin'dorei and Hellsguard compare their homes and takes on addressing the departed.)

Day 22: Free, choice: Hope (Set during Heavensward. Bold Star is determined to bring hope to those who have none.)

Day 23: On Cloud Nine (Dawntrail location spoiler. A Dragoon enjoys some reckless freefall.)

Day 24: Bar (Storm helps her friends take care of boring work. Laughter makes it go quicker.)

Day 25: Perpetuity (Endwalker spoilers. Resident Blood Elf ponders the rise and fall of nations while scavenging in ruined buildings.)

Day 26: Zip (Minor Endwalker spoilers, nothing major. Well, Bold Star certainly has an emphatic way to shut down an argument.)

Day 27: Memory (Endwalker spoilers and the fallout of hellish trauma. Hekaarn is a good friend, he really is.)

Day 28: Deleterious (Resident Blood Elf would be giving Thancred greys if his hair wasn't white already.)

Day 29: Free day, choice: Legacy (Dawntrail spoilers, end of MSQ! Storm and Hekaarn ponder the ramifications of her inheritance.)

Day 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One (THE FINALE!!! Dawntrail spoilers and a sequel to 29. Cid is more than up to the challenge of helping his wife solve the puzzle that she brought home.)

#FF14 #I'M DOING IT GUYS I'M DOING THE WRITING CHALLENGE AAAAAAAAAA #Storm Dancer #AU Storm #Stasia Sunrunner #Bold Star

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