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Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking usually the only thing that could calm Blade down when the mara flared up was Kafka's spirit whisper but what if being around the reader was also able to calm Blade down for some reason because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of his harsh training sessions and one night the reader decides enough was enough and started packing their stuff but they left behind their lucky weapon (that's your choice) and Blade found it the next morning.

A Cup of Cold Tea

Character : Blade Genre : Angst Disclaimer : The relationship between the reader and Blade will be platonic as stated by the request. a/n : This was my first Request, but it didn't take long for me to find out about the anon sending the same request to most of the HSR writers despite their request was closed. I kept it in my drafts since it would be a waste if i just scrap it all out, not to mention my friend helped me out on this one, so I decided, why not just write the final paragraph and post? Things has been quite rough and busy for me so I'm not done with my hiatus, but I hope you enjoy p.s im sorry if he's ooc here, I don't know his chara well

His blade descends on you, striking downwards in a beautiful arc to cleave your skull.

You dodge within an inch of your life, the after image of his sword burning into your retinas as you fall into a clumsy heap on the floor. Still, you spare no moment for yourself as you scramble up, his sword drawing contact to where you lay as soon as you move.

The minutes blends into hours, time being a concept of little value in the face of Blade's viciousness. It takes everything you have to simply focus on the present, dodging and deflecting when you can. You always stay on the defensive in fights like these; any window you have to strike opens itself for only a millisecond before Blade runs it through clean with his sword.

It makes you wonder how you'd fare if Blade gave it his all. You've seen Blade fight on missions enough times to know that he is much deadlier when he is putting in active effort. In contrast, his movements here are much more sloppy and rabid, fueled only by the unadulterated desire to destroy. It is the madness of his mara in its purest form, though it doesn't make his attacks any less fatal, as proven by the countless wounds that litter your body.

Dead within the first minute, probably, comes the stray thought. It proves to cost you when you earn a gash on your arm, blood spilling freely from your left. You grit your teeth; you need to pay attention. There's never a guarantee for your life when Blade gets like this.

Red spider lilies bloom around you like a garden welcoming death. It sings of carnage, reeking of blood that it greedily consumes, begging for more even if it will eventually wilt away. It feels symbolic, in a way. Out of the two of you, only you are the one who is able to experience true death.

Still, you cannot help but find the blooming sea of red beautiful, even if it is always likely to be your final resting place.

There is a lull in Blade's movements, the manic in his eyes glazing into a dull scarlet as he catches his breath. Immortal he may be, but even he has a limit he will reach. It is a mercy; not only does it signify that his mara has not yet reached a point of no return, it also allows you time to recuperate. Had Blade been given unlimited stamina on top of his self-healing, you would surely have died a long time ago.

Now that the man has tired himself, it is time to bring him back.

"Father," you begin. It comes out as a feeble whisper, your lungs still burning from exertion. Still, you must press on. "Are you okay?"

Blade is silent for a beat, then two. This is fine; you can wait for as long as he needs for your words to reach him. You've gone through this routine enough times to memorize his mannerisms, all of which are currently saying that you are in the clear. So long as his grip on his weapon doesn't tighten again, then you have nothing to be afraid of.

Silence reigns within the room, until you recognize the clarity return to Blade's eyes.

"..You," he grunts, voice hoarse. It's scratchy from his manic screaming and laughter, and you make a mental note to add honey to his tea for his throat.

You nod approvingly. "Yes, Father. Are you okay?" You repeat the question, and this time, Blade manages a sharp nod.

You grin, happy at his answer. You open your mouth to speak again, but Blade cuts you to it. "What happened to your arm?"

The man stares hard at something, and you follow his gaze to find the gash on your left arm. The bleeding has mostly stopped from what you can tell, but it's still an ugly thing to look at. You'll have to wash it soon.

You hum, considering. "It's only a minor cut, Father. I can patch it by myself later."

His eyebrows twitch, his eyes narrowing. "Come," he says simply, walking towards the door.

You let your sword disperse into particles of light before following Blade out of the room. You know there is no arguing with him when he gets like this. Any attempt to reassure him that you can handle yourself will only end with him staring at you with unreadable eyes until you inevitably give in. You're not sure if he does this because he is aware of this fact. Blade doesn't strike you as the type to be attentive to such details, but it's worked every single time, so.

You are both silent as he tends to your wound, cleaning it thoroughly before dutifully bandaging it. Blade even add bandages to the smaller cuts you would've left alone, meticulous in making sure all your wounds are taken care of. You know it is his way to apologize, as he is a silent man who prefers actions in lieu of words. That, and that he's always been awkward when it comes emotions like remorse.

"Get some rest," he says, returning the equipment to the first-aid kit. Blade looks at you, expectant, and it is only when you nod does he leave you alone.

He never calls you by name. It's something that bothered you when you were younger, but it's something you've grown to accept. You're not even certain Blade can recall your name if asked. You know it is his way to cope, to always be prepared for the day when you, too, will leave him. Remembering names are a burden on his soul, so the least you can do is spare him from remembering yours.

Your patience reached its limit. In the dead of night, you quietly packed your belongings and left a note behind. It was brief but carried the weight of your feelings: "I need to find my own path for a while. I hope you understand." You didn't sign it, hoping that the absence itself would convey the message more powerfully.

The moon hung high in the sky as you walked away from the place you called home, your steps determined despite the uncertainty that gnawed at you. You had no plan, no destination in mind. You just knew that you needed time away.

The next morning, Blade woke up to find the room unusually quiet. The absence of the usual sounds—your soft footsteps, the steaming sound of the kettle pot when you made his morning tea—was like a deafening silence. He pushed himself up, his senses alert even before his eyes fully opened. His gaze darted around the room, searching for any sign of your presence.

The sight of your neatly made bed and the note left on the table struck him like a blow. For a moment, he stood frozen, his heart heavy with a mixture of regret and realization. He had been so consumed by his own pursuits that he hadn't noticed the growing distance between you.

His eyes shifted to a corner of the room, where a familiar object caught his attention. There, placed with careful intention, was your lucky weapon. The fiery red blade of the sword gleamed in the soft morning light, its hilt wrapped in supple black leather. The pommel, resembling the closed bud of a red spider lily, held a sense of elegance and balance that echoed the bond between you and Blade.

A pang of guilt and longing gripped Blade's chest as he picked up the sword. The weight of it felt familiar in his hand, a stark reminder of the times he had shared with you. The sword seemed to dance in the air, reflecting both its deadly capabilities and the beauty of its craftsmanship—a reflection of the connection he had with you, one he had been neglecting.

Blade's footsteps were heavy as he left the room, carrying the sword with him. As he went to sit down and process your absence, he noticed a cup of tea placed neatly on the table. The tea, once steaming and fragrant, now languished in its cup, forgotten and neglected. It had been carefully prepared by you before you left, a gesture of concern and care. The faint aroma of the blend, a comforting blend of herbs and warmth, with a hint of honey, still clung to the air around it, a lingering reminder of their intention.

But time had been unkind to the tea, its temperature steadily dropping as it sat abandoned on the table. The steam that had once risen from its surface in delicate tendrils, carrying with it the promise of comfort, had now dissipated into the air. The liquid's once-rich hue had faded slightly, a sign that its vitality was waning, much like the embers of a dying fire.

Blade's eyes fell upon the cup, his gaze drawn to the cold tea that had been left for him. His fingers, calloused from years of wielding the blade, reached out to touch the cup, and he felt the chill radiating from its surface. It was a stark contrast to the warmth he had felt earlier, a reminder of how quickly time could transform something from inviting to forgotten.

As he wrapped his fingers around the cup, he couldn't help but recall the hoarse quality of his voice that had consumed him during their training session. You noticed, as you always did, attuned to the subtleties of his state. The touch of honey they had added was a balm for his throat, a gesture that had been both practical and considerate.

Blade's throat tightened with an emotion he couldn't quite name. The cold tea before him held within it layers of meaning—your concern, your attempt to provide comfort, and a reminder of his own shortcomings.

Regret gnawed at his insides, twisting and churning with every breath he took. Guilt clawed at his conscience, tearing through the facade of indifference he had so carefully crafted. Loneliness engulfed him like a suffocating cloak, reminding him of the void left in your absence. And yet, beneath it all, there flickered a tiny ember of hope—a glimmer of redemption, a chance to right the wrongs he had committed.

Blade couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to consume him whole. For in that moment, he realized that the hardest battle he would ever face was not against his enemies, but against the demons of his own making—the ones that whispered of his failures and shortcomings, echoing relentlessly in the caverns of his heart.

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Imagine Suna Rintaro with a partner who photographs.

Both would (secretly) take photos of each other and from others to make fun of them (especially the Miya twins) and at the end of the year they make a photo album with the best paparazzi shots. This would be so funny 😭.

And both would make little trips outside to just take some pics to fill out random albums for fun. He even got himself a high quality camera to flex infront of you (he’s so nice and lets you use it).

"Hey, Rin," you call out, catching Suna's attention as he lounges on a bench after practice. His eyes flicker towards you, the typical deadpan expression slightly softening.

"What's up?" he replies, not bothering to lift his head.

You grin, holding up your phone. "Check out this gem I got of the Miya twins arguing again. Classic."

Suna snorts, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Send it my way."

The exchange becomes a routine. You both, seemingly engrossed in your phones, secretly capturing candid moments of your friends, especially the Miya twins and their antics.

One day, he hands you a sleek camera, "I got tired of your low-quality shots," he teased, handing it over. A smug smirk playing on his lips. "Try it. It's not as easy as it looks."

You gasped, inspecting the high-quality device. "Seriously? You didn't have to."

"It's a flex, and you get to use it," he teased.

The following week, you both set out on another impromptu photo expedition. Suna's new camera captured the world with stunning clarity, and you couldn't help but marvel at the difference.

"This thing's a beast," you remarked.

Suna nodded, looking at you with a soft expression. "Gotta keep up with the times, right?"

Soon enough, your sneaky photo escapades turn into little trips around town, exploring new places solely for the purpose of filling random albums with your captures. Suna, analytical as ever, provides insights into the art of photography, surprising you with his depth of knowledge.

As the year winds down, you both compile your best shots into a photo album, a collection of stolen moments that tell a silent story. The Miya twins feature prominently, their ridiculous expressions and mishaps immortalized in glossy prints. Suna's snarky remarks accompany each photo, creating a narrative that makes you laugh until your sides ache.

"You've got a talent for this, Rin," you comment, flipping through the album one last time.

Suna smirks, a rare genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe. Or maybe I just have a good subject."

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Hello!

May I request Gepard with a fem! baker! reader who always, always loves to spoil him with cute desserts and baked goods? Cat-shaped bread, animal cookies, whatever he wants, really.

Imagine him getting teased by his sister(s) or fellow guards whenever she shows up with a bag of goodies for him. Oh, oh! Maybe he will pout if he sees her give other people goodie bags.

Treats for the Captain

Pairing : Gepard x Fem!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : very cute request anon! I did this one because i feel it was easy and light enough for me to write, so enjoy! :)

"You brought treats again?" Gepard's eyes lit up as you entered his quarters, a bag of delicious goodies in your hands. He couldn't help but smile at the delightful aroma that wafted through the room.

"Of course! I made your favorite cat-shaped bread and some animal cookies," you replied with a grin, setting the bag on the table. Gepard couldn't hide the excitement on his face as he reached for the treats.

"Oh, these are adorable! You really outdid yourself this time," he praised, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. Gepard took a cat-shaped bread and bit into it, savoring the delicious flavor. "You're the best, my love."

As you two enjoyed the sweet moment, the door burst open, and in came Serval and Lynx. Serval immediately spotted the treats and grinned.

"Hey, Captain, enjoying your cat-shaped bread, I see," she teased, winking at her brother. Gepard tried to maintain his composure, but a slight blush tinted his cheeks.

"You really spoil him, don't you?" Lynx remarked with a smirk.

"He deserves it," you defended, giving Gepard an affectionate peck on the cheek. "Besides, who could resist treating such a handsome captain?"

Gepard's attempts to act unaffected by the teasing were futile as his sisters continued to tease him about your sweet gestures. Serval playfully nudged him. "Looks like Captain Stoic has a soft spot for pastry girl."

Gepard huffed but couldn't hide the grin forming on his face. "Enough of this. What brings you here, anyway?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

You revealed the additional treats you brought. "I didn't forget about your lovely sisters or the Silvermane Guards. A little sweetness for everyone!"

Serval and Lynx exchanged glances, both surprised and pleased by your thoughtfulness. Gepard, however, turned into a pouty mess. "You made treats for everyone else?"

You chuckled at his adorable expression. "Oh, Captain, don't be jealous. I made plenty for you, too. You're just getting extra love."

His sisters burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying their brother's rare display of vulnerability. "Looks like the mighty captain is no match for your baking skills," Lynx remarked, still smirking.

Gepard crossed his arms, feigning annoyance. "Fine, fine. Just don't let this happen again." Despite his words, he couldn't hide the gratitude and warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

As the teasing continued, Gepard's tough exterior crumbled, revealing the dorky, lovable side that only you got to see. It was moments like these that made your relationship with the noble captain all the more special.

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Hellooo heads up, atarting 30th October 2023 until 3rd November 2023 I will be in a camping trip with NO signal/connection at all

So I will be 100% inactive, inbox still open if you ever wanna drop in a chat or a request

#important !!

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Late night Yanqing doodle!

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When are you planning to do your event matchups? 😅

when I'm less busy, I mean I could easily just post them with no description but I want to give my followers quality :))

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Tune to My Heart

Pairing : Suna Rintarou x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Haikyuu Flufftober, done! Songs inspired by the playlist my bf made me :)

One day, as you were lounging in your room, a notification popped up on your phone. It was a message from Suna, and your heart skipped a beat. He wasn't the type to initiate conversations, so this was unusual. The message read, "I made you a playlist. Check it out when you have time."

Curiosity piqued, you quickly opened the playlist he had sent. It was filled with songs from different genres and eras. As you listened, you realized that each song had a special meaning. They were like musical notes of his thoughts and feelings, a side of Suna you had never seen before.

The first song that played was "My Love is Mine All Mine" by Mitski. The haunting melody and poignant lyrics hinted at the depth of Suna's feelings, expressing that his love for you was a treasure he held close.

"Moon, a hole of light, Through the big top tent up high, Here before and after me, Shinin' down on me. Moon, tell me if I could, Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, Could it shine down here with you?"

The playlist continued with a mix of indie and alternative songs, reflecting Suna's unique and eclectic taste in music. Each track seemed to convey something he couldn't express in words.

As "Heavenly" by Cigarettes After Sex filled the room, the sensuous, dreamy notes suggested a desire to be closer to you, to share intimate moments in a heavenly embrace.

"Wanting your love to come into me, Feeling it slow, over this dream, Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss, Now you're above feeling it still, Tell me it's love, tell me it's real, Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips."

The playlist continued, each song revealing a different facet of Suna's thoughts and emotions. "I wanna be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys played, and the sweet, romantic lyrics spoke of his longing to be a part of your life in every possible way.

"Let me be your setting lotion, Hold your hair in deep devotion, At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean, Now I wanna be yours, Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought, Maybe I just wanna be yours."

You reached the last song, "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood, and it seemed like Suna was expressing the comfort and warmth he found in your presence.

As the final notes of the song faded away, you realized that Suna had let you in, even if just a little. He might be the king of deadpan expressions, but this playlist was a window into his heart and soul. You couldn't help but smile, feeling like you had discovered a hidden treasure.

You sent a message back to Suna, "Rin, this playlist is amazing. Thank you for sharing it with me."

A few moments later, a reply came, "I'm glad you liked it."

It might not have been the most romantic exchange, but for Suna, it was a gesture of affection that spoke volumes. From that day on, you cherished the playlist, listening to it whenever you needed a reminder that, beneath his aloof exterior, Suna Rintarou had a warm and caring heart, and he had chosen to share a part of it with you.

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Something came up so i didnt get to post the suna fic yesterday 😭

im gonna post all the pending flufftober works inabit

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I FINALLY GOT LUKAAA

Closing art for my discontinued drawing luka series

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Mornings With You

Pairing : Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Sorry for the delay, I'll try my best to write as often as I could, but I couldn't and now I just wanna clear all my wips and fulfill my commitment to this flufftober event!

"Kou," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of love and frustration as you tried to peel Bokuto's strong arms from around your waist. It was another one of those mornings when your energetic, moody, and lovable professional volleyball player boyfriend just didn't want to let you go.

Bokuto grumbled sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his messy black hair tickling your skin. "Just five more minutes," he mumbled, his words muffled against your skin.

You chuckled, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his back, knowing all too well that 'five more minutes' with Bokuto could easily turn into half an hour. "Kou, you have practice, remember?"

Bokuto's golden eyes cracked open, and he looked at you with an expression of pure adoration. "But I'd rather stay here with you. You're so warm and cozy," he purred, his hands tightening around you.

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew his teammates were probably wondering where their star player was. Bokuto's mood swings were well-known in the volleyball world, but when he was with you, he was at his most stable and affectionate. "I promise, Kou, I'll be here when you get back. But you've got to let me go for now."

With a dramatic sigh, Bokuto finally released his grip on you and flopped back onto his side of the bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin and gave you a puppy-dog look. "You're no fun, love."

You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his pouting lips. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. Now get going before your coach has a fit."

Bokuto grinned and finally pushed himself out of bed. His toned, muscular body moved with an athleticism that made your heart skip a beat. He quickly pulled on a pair of practice shorts and a t-shirt, and then he bent down to give you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, babe."

As Bokuto rushed out the door, you couldn't help but shake your head and smile. Mornings with him were always a rollercoaster, but you wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. You watched him leave and knew that when he returned, he would be on top of the world, filled with pride as the ace of his team, and so grateful to have you in his life.

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hello!! Hi! I hope your doing well! I saw you were doing flufftober!!! That sounds cool! I can't wait to see em!

Um I just read your post about deleting some of your request, I just wanted to check if mine was on the list of being tossed. (It's cool if it was, I'm just asking so I don't stress myself out about it (・・;))

cheers,

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No worries ✒️ anon!! your request is clear enough for me to understand so I decided to keep it!! :)

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im gonna post all the pending flufftober works inabit

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SJAADBOIDAAA THANK YOUU SUGOO ><!!

I GOT BAMBOOZLED BY THE FIVE STAR FJKSBSNMF

IT WOULDA BEEN SUCH A FLEX IF I GOT JINGLIU IN A ONE PULL

but oh well 😞

IVE BEEN GETTING SO MUCH QINGQUE I REACHED HER E6 RAHHHHHHHHHH

omg hi mai!!!

congrats on the welt!

and embrace the gambling >:D

i also hear it was your bday so happy birthday!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! MAY ALL UR WISHES COME TRUE MWAH

THANK YOUU ASTRID TEEHEE

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Birthdays With Them

Character(s) : Jing Yuan, Luka (My favs !!) Genre : Fluff a/n : My borfday!! wippieee >< I finally got my ass up to write something but its for me :sob: I'll try my best to produce more fics once i have the motivation for it! I apologize deeply for those who sent me requests in my inbox that I have not answer yet! Also the idea is inspired by the beloved @particular-one

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Xianzhou Luofu in a soft, orange glow, the courtyard of your shared residence was bathed in the gentle illumination of lanterns. It was your birthday, and you had been looking forward to spending the day with Jing Yuan. Though he was known for his meticulous nature, today was a day for celebration and a break from his usual responsibilities as the leader of the Cloud Knights.

Jing Yuan had put in a great deal of effort to make this day special. He had an unexpected talent for planning and orchestrating surprises, which had never ceased to amaze you. His seemingly lazy demeanor belied his meticulous attention to detail, especially when it came to matters close to his heart.

You'd spent the morning with him, starting with a leisurely breakfast. Jing Yuan had prepared all your favorite dishes, even ones that weren't commonly found in Xianzhou Luofu. The two of you had laughed and shared stories as the morning sun filtered through the windows.

In the afternoon, you'd taken a stroll through the picturesque gardens that surrounded your home. It was a rare sight to see Jing Yuan so at ease, his usual seriousness giving way to a relaxed smile.

As the evening approached, you found yourself drawn to the enchanting lantern-lit courtyard. The soft, golden light created a magical atmosphere, and the melodious sound of wind chimes filled the air. You were sitting together on a beautifully embroidered silk blanket, placed atop the grass, while the soothing fragrance of jasmine blossoms wafted around you.

Jing Yuan handed you a small, intricately carved wooden box, its lid adorned with delicate patterns and a ribbon that matched your favorite color. Your heart swelled with gratitude as you carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of velvet, was a pendant. It was a stunning piece of jewelry, a silver moon and stars, studded with tiny sapphires, which shone like the night sky itself.

"It's for you," Jing Yuan said, his voice soft and full of affection. "I thought it would remind you of the nights we spend stargazing together."

Touched by the thoughtful gift, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against yours, a testament to the deep love and connection that had grown between you two.

After your tender moment, he motioned to a table laden with an array of delicious desserts. There were mooncakes, a variety of fruit tarts, and a cake that seemed to have been decorated with your favorite colors.

"I couldn't decide which dessert you might like best, so I got them all," Jing Yuan said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Feel free to indulge."

You indulged indeed, savoring the sweetness of the mooncakes and the delicate flavors of the fruit tarts. With each bite, you were overwhelmed by the love and care that Jing Yuan had put into this special day.

As the night wore on, the two of you lay on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. Jing Yuan had a vast knowledge of constellations, and he pointed out the ones that held special meaning for you. The entire world seemed to disappear as you lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth and the tranquility of the night.

Jing Yuan had one final surprise. He produced a delicate paper lantern, its sides decorated with your favorite flowers. With a shared smile, you both lit it, and it floated up into the sky, carried away by the gentle breeze. Watching it ascend, you made a silent wish for the happiness and love that you'd found in each other's arms.

As the lantern disappeared into the darkness, Jing Yuan pulled you close, his arm draped around your shoulders, and whispered, "Happy birthday, my love. I hope this day has been as special for you as you are to me."

You woke up to the soft caress of sunlight streaming through your curtains, and as you stretched beneath the warm covers, you couldn't help but smile. Today was your birthday, a day you had been eagerly anticipating, not just for the gifts and cake, but for the special celebration you knew was waiting for you.

As you made your way downstairs, you were met with the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries. The scent led you straight to the kitchen, where you found Luka in his element, donned in a flour-dusted apron, his red hair tied into that charming ponytail, and his robotic arm working with precision.

"Good morning, birthday star!" he beamed, turning to greet you with a flour-covered hand, which you gladly accepted. "I've been up early, preparing something special for you."

Your heart swelled with affection as you watched him fussing over the pastries, occasionally sneaking you a warm, floury kiss. He was a master of surprises, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.

After a leisurely breakfast, Luka led you to the living room, where he had transformed it into a cozy haven of pillows and blankets. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he handed you a neatly wrapped gift. It was a small, intricately carved wooden box.

With a grin, you opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a delicate pendant, shaped like a tiny boxing glove. "Happy birthday, my love," Luka whispered, his eyes filled with adoration as he helped you put it on. "It's a symbol of our strength together."

Touched by the heartfelt gift, you leaned in for a kiss, savoring the softness of his lips and the warmth of his embrace. "I love it, Luka. Thank you," you murmured.

Luka smiled, leaning in to kiss you gently. "I'm glad you like it, but the day is far from over, my love. There's more in store for you."

The two of you spent the day exploring the city hand in hand. Luka had planned a perfect itinerary filled with all your favorite activities. You visited the art gallery where you admired the paintings and sculptures, hand in hand, Luka whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You then headed to the park, where you shared a romantic picnic under the shade of a towering oak tree.

After the picnic, Luka surprised you with a visit to a local animal shelter, knowing how much you adored animals. The two of you spent time playing with puppies, and Luka couldn't help but laugh as one of the dogs affectionately licked your face. "Even the puppies know you're special," he teased.

Luka led you to a cozy little cafe. It was a place you both loved, filled with the soothing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Sitting across from each other, you sipped your drinks and shared stories, reliving memories of your time together. Luka's eyes sparkled as he gazed at you, and his hand found its way to yours beneath the table.

"I'm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you, my shining star," Luka said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You make my life brighter every single day."

Your heart swelled with love and appreciation as you replied, "I feel the same way, Luka. You make every day an adventure, and I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

With that, you spent the rest of the evening lost in each other's company, celebrating your love and the beautiful journey you had embarked on together. As the night grew darker and the city lights sparkled around you, you knew that this birthday would be one for the books, a day filled with surprises, love, and the magic of Luka's unwavering devotion.

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Always

Pairing : Akaashi Keiji x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : First flufftober piece! Sorry for the delay, But I hope you enjoy this!! Haven't written for Haikyuu for awhile now so hopefully I still got it :))

As you sat at your desk, your fingers danced across the keyboard, the soft clicking sounds filling the otherwise quiet office. It had been a long day at work, and the stack of papers on your desk seemed never-ending. The only thing keeping you going was the knowledge that Akaashi would be picking you up once again, just as he did every evening.

You couldn't help but smile as you looked at your phone, seeing a familiar text from Akaashi. It was a simple message, yet it never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Hey, I'll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes. Don't rush."

The clock on your desk ticked away, and you couldn't help but glance at it every few minutes. You couldn't wait to see him, even if it was just for a bit. It was a simple gesture, but one that warmed your heart. No matter how late it got, Akaashi always made sure to walk you right to your doorstep.

The setting sun painted the sky in soft pastel hues as you stepped out of your office building. The day had been long, filled with endless stacks of papers to review, deadlines to meet, and the constant chatter of coworkers. You sighed, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones, but a small smile graced your lips when you spotted him leaning against a nearby lamppost.

Akaashi Keiji, your boyfriend and the calming anchor in your life, stood there, his signature calm and composed demeanor in place. He was dressed impeccably as always, his dark hair swept neatly to the side, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe focused on you. Akaashi was a man of precision and a master of words, but to you, he was simply the person who made your heart skip a beat every time you saw him.

You approached him with a tired but grateful smile, your steps slowing as you reached his side. "Hey, Keiji," you greeted, your voice a soft sigh of relief. "Long day at work."

Akaashi pushed himself off the lamppost, offering you a gentle smile in return. "I can see that," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "Let's get you home, shall we?"

The two of you began to walk, side by side, down the bustling streets of the city. His mere presence had a way of making everything feel more bearable.

As you walked, you couldn't help but admire the man beside you. Akaashi's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos of the world around you. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, his words held a weight that left a lasting impact. It was a talent that served him well in his profession as an editor, and it was one of the many reasons you admired him.

"Did anything interesting happen at work today?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

You chuckled softly. "Not really. Just the usual office drama and tight deadlines."

Akaashi nodded, his lips quirking up in a small smile. "You handle it all with such grace," he remarked. "I don't know how you do it."

You shrugged, feeling a hint of color rise to your cheeks. "I suppose I've learned to navigate the chaos."

Akaashi's gaze never wavered from you, and his fingers tightened around yours. "You're incredible, you know that?"

The sincerity in his voice sent a flutter through your chest. Akaashi wasn't one to throw around compliments lightly, so when he did, it meant the world to you.

The two of you continued your walk, the city lights beginning to twinkle as the sun dipped below the horizon. Akaashi's presence was a constant source of comfort, his calm and composed demeanor grounding you after a long day.

Finally, you reached your doorstep, and Akaashi came to a stop, turning to face you. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Thank you for walking me home, Keiji," you said, your voice filled with gratitude.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a sweet, lingering kiss. "Always," he replied softly. "I'll be here, waiting for you every day. Always."

As you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but smile. Akaashi, the man of few words, had a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world. With him by your side, the chaos of life seemed a little less daunting, and the future felt a little brighter.

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CNNMAIROLL'S FLUFFTOBER 2023

₊˚⊹♡ A month filled with nothing but that fluffy feeling inside your heart, written by cnnmairoll.

Prompt credits : @bunnyswritings @novelbear @urfriendlywriter

Week 1 : Haikyuu

Day 3 - Always. ꨄ︎ Akaashi always picked you up from work, even if it's getting late, he'd always walk you right to your doorstep

Day 5 - Mornings with you. ꨄ︎ Bokuto would always cling to you in the morning even though he has to get to practice

Day 7 - Tune to my heart. ꨄ︎ Suna has a playlist for you, filled with songs that reminds him of you, or the songs that he knows you will love.

Week 2 : Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Day 9 - "I know you liked this" ꨄ︎ Beel remembers the little things that you like. He remembers your go-to ice cream flavor, choice of popcorn flavor, or even your favorite candy flavor.

Day 12 - Stack of papers. ꨄ︎ Diavolo has a stack of unfinished work, he was unmotivated until he finds a small post it note on his desk, he recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Day 14 - Game Over. ꨄ︎ How can Levi focus on beating the final boss when he has you on his lap?

Week 3 - 4 : Honkai Star Rail

TBA 😭😭😭Think of it as a surprise !

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