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yaho Cindy! CONGRATULATIONS ON THREE YEARS 🥳🥳🥳 for your event, may I request Daichi and the leather bound planner? thank you!

JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!! THIS IS FOR YOU JADE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! DAICHI AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Valentine's Day (Daichi Sawamura x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 700 Warnings: a tiny little suggestive at one part

Despite being a man who valued stability, routine, and sticking to what was familiar, Daichi was not afraid to push himself outside of his comfort zone. It just took the right motivator. And nothing got Daichi to expand his horizons quite like you did. He would do just about anything if it meant making you smile. That’s why he tried to go the extra mile to do something special for you for Valentine’s Day.

“This is intimidating,” he groans as he opens up the box with the fondue set Suga had let him borrow. His friend had playfully told him to just follow the directions before going on his merry way. Now Daichi was standing in the kitchen feeling a little overwhelmed with only so much time until you got home from work.

He had a lot of doubts about being able to pull all this off, but he got to work anyway. He started off by preparing everything for dinner. Then, he took his time to carefully cut up some fresh fruit and angel cake squares to use for the chocolate fondue. Thankfully the flowers he ordered for you came on time, and he was able to light the candles and set the plates for dinner just as you arrived home.

“How long have you been home?” you ask, a little surprised by the delicious smell wafting out as soon as he opens the door for you.

“A couple hours,” he admits with a slightly guilty smile. “I wanted to surprise you with a Valentine’s Day feast.”

“Oh Daichi!” You beam at him when you come into the house and see the bouquets of flowers set up around your dining room. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did,” he disagrees, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face against your cheek. “I love you. So much so that it deserves to be celebrated with as much enthusiasm as I can muster.”

It’s no surprise when he reveals he made one of your favorite meals for dinner. He’d made it a few times before so he was getting more confident with that. His face flushed red when you complimented his cooking, but you could also see the pride in his eyes knowing he’d been able to make you happy.

“I hope you saved room for dessert now, love.” He shakes his head when you offer to help as he clears the dinner plates off the table. He brings you something warm to drink to give you time to digest a little as he washes up the dishes and prepares to bring out his little surprise.

“This evening has been so lovely already, Daichi. Just what else could you possibly have planned?” You eye him over your mug with a smile that has him flustered but excited at the same time.

“Now, now,” he teases while pulling out the tray full of fruit and other goodies, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh?” you perk up excitedly. You feel even more surprised when you see him dig out the fondue pot from the cupboard.

“It won’t take long to melt the chocolate,” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly after the pot is on the table. “At least, that’s what it says in the instructions.”

Soon enough, the house is filled with the smell of chocolate and Daichi gives you one of the fondue sticks so you can start dipping your desired treats. His heart fills with pride again as you hum happily around your first bite. It meant the world to him to see such a content look on your face, even after a hard day at work.

“I wish I could spoil you like this every day,” he admits as you two continue enjoying the dessert.

“But darling, you do.” It was the honest truth. “I feel your love for me in everything you do. Not a day goes by where I’m not assured of the depths of your feelings.”

It was music to his ears because after all the ups and downs and curves that life seemed to throw at the both of you, there was one thing he could rely on and find comfort in, and that was his undying love for you.

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#LeatherAnniversaryEvent #Jade♥#happy valentine's day #Daichi Sawamura x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader #Daichi Sawamura #HQ #Haikyuu

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For the event. Can you do a historical au for Finral. If possible use gender neutral terms?

Yes, this took forever to get to. BUT, it turned into an over 3000 word monster so I hope it is worth it ♥

Historical AU (Finral Roulacase x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 3.2K Warnings: mentions of Finral's deceased mother?

(I haven't full proofread it, so forgive any errors until I get the chance to reread it)

Many considered it an honor to serve a noble household because it required the upmost amount of trust and loyalty. Being in the good graces of such a family afforded one quite the comfortable life indeed. For Finral, however, holding such a position was something rather like a nightmare.

“Unbelievable the times we’re living in,” the cook on staff laughs while bringing him a cup of tea to welcome him onboard. “I thought his lordship crazy for buying one of those new automobile thingys, but I suppose he will need someone to drive it.”

Finral takes the cup gratefully, trying not to look too bitter about the whole situation. The people surrounding him in the servant’s quarters would certainly never earn enough to buy a car for themselves, let alone drive one. Most would tell him that he should consider himself lucky.

“But it’s a little strange, isn’t it?” one of the lady’s maids speaks up with a curious tilt to her head. “I’ve heard of your brother, Langris, and he’s a noble. So, how’d you end up here as a servant? Seems to me someone should be hired to drive you around.”

“He’s my step brother,” Finral corrects her stiffly before letting out an awkward laugh. He knew first impressions were important, and it wouldn’t do for him to come off so resentful. It would be extremely unpleasant to live and work with the rest of the staff if they felt he thought himself above them.

“But your father is also a noble from the respected house of Vaude” one of the footmen point out, his eyebrows raised almost mockingly. “And you’re his oldest son, if I recall. Surely that means you’re the heir to his estate and fortune?”

Finral had no idea what to say. What the footman said was true, but there were some key details that he’d left out which contributed to the shame of the circumstances he currently found himself in. But to have to reveal those truths out loud would be humiliating, and he had to wonder if the footman had tried to force him to spill the truth on purpose.

“Never mind all that,” the butler steps in to keep the conversation from going sour. “The man’s business is his own, and his lordship wouldn’t have agreed to take him on if there was anything untoward with his character.” The conversation was dropped after that, but Finral knew that the questions would linger in everyone’s minds. Surely the real story would come out eventually, but for now he was content in avoiding it.

Things with the new job seemed to go smoothly for the first couple weeks. The life of a chauffer wasn’t too horrible, although his employer seemed to always need rides into town without warning and for the most trivial of reasons. It was hard to find time to relax with such a schedule, but it was at least better than having to work within the household and wait hand and foot on people who were technically his equals.

“Roulacase,” the butler enters the servant’s quarters suddenly and everyone stands respectfully. He quickly explains that Finral was to bring the car around right away for his employer’s eldest child. They were taking a solo trip into town and needed a ride.

“Yes, right away.” Finral gives a slight bow before hurrying out to get the car ready. He wasn’t sure if he was incredibly lucky or the opposite. Ever since he’d been a boy, he had thought that you, the eldest child of his lordship, were rather pleasing to the eye. But after working for the family so closely these past few weeks, that attraction had grown into a full-blown crush.

“Morning, good noble,” Finral clears his throat when he sees you and rushes to open the car door and help you in. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Not to worry,” you assure him while putting a hand on his arm and climbing into the back seat. “I’m sorry for the short notice. And please, there’s no need for such formalities. You may call me by my name.” “Are… you sure?” Finral wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that. Even if he still had his former status, it was highly unusual for people to address each other without titles. And if your father heard him calling you by name, he wasn’t sure what sort of repercussions he would face.

“Absolutely sure,” you assure him with a nod of your head. After giving him an account of the places you were hoping to visit that day, he starts the car and heads off. The journey wasn’t anything like Finral had predicted. Normally chauffeurs were silent, only making polite conversation if their employer addressed them first. With you though, it was different. You seemed to speak to him as if his position wasn’t beneath yours, and it did wonders for his dignity. By the time the shopping was done and he was driving you home, he’d gotten comfortable enough to joke and laugh openly with you.

That night, Finral went to bed feeling more valued and seen than he had in such a long time. Even before he’d lost his standing with his family, nobody had ever treated him so well except perhaps his late mother. For that reason, he was ecstatic when he got the orders to drive you into down a week later.

“Did you know my father holds an annual servant’s ball?” you start up a casual conversation just as soon as he pulls away from the house. Finral was relieved for the chance to relax a bit and not have to act so formally. He glances over his shoulder at you before looking back to the road.

“Servant’s ball?” he laughs, thinking it was a joke. “That couldn’t possibly be what it sounds like.”

“Oh, it is.” You assure him with a playful smile. “For one evening, the servants in the house are relieved of their duties and allowed to enjoy some food and dancing along with the rest of the family. It’s the reason I need to visit the tailor actually. I’ll need something new to wear for the event.”

His lordship was known to be quite eccentric at times, but Finral could hardly believe he would hold an actual ball for his servants. He’d honesty thought he’d never get the chance to attend such a party again, which was sad because he had always really enjoyed them.

“Something new to wear to a servant’s ball?” He glances at you through the rearview mirror. “That seems a rather odd sentiment.”

“One must always be prepared to meet someone they might want to impress at a party,” you smile coyly. “After all, it is easy to fall in love while dancing.”

“I never knew you were a romantic,” Finral replies, willing his heart not to send false hope to his brain. It would do him no good to look too much into your words. He knew he had a tendency to jump to conclusions.

Whether or not you were actually a romantic was moot, however, because you knew that he was. Before his fall from nobility, Finral had built quite a reputation as a notorious flirt, and not even a very good one. Whenever he got around a potential suitor, his mannerisms got fidgety and there never seemed to be much real confidence behind his compliments and gift giving. Yet somehow, he had never seemed to give up. It was something you’d always wondered about. Now that you had spent some time with him though, it appeared likely that he didn’t truly think of himself as some sort of heart throb. In reality, it was more likely that he simply craved for love. After being cast out by his family so cruelly, you were willing to bet all that flirting had been an attempt to fill the void left by his mother after she’d passed when he was young.

“Well, I hope you’ll save at least one dance for me,” you tell him before changing the subject, leaving him flustered for the rest of the day.

The servant’s quarters were extremally busy the morning before the ball and Finral found himself quite impressed with how much work actually went into these sorts of events. He’d always sort of taken it for granted. He shuffles through the kitchen, eyeing up the food as the cook and her assistants scrambled around.

“Is the family really going to dance with the servants?” he asks curiously, still struggling to wrap his mind around such a concept.

“They’re only actually obligated to participate in one dance,” the cook informs him while taking something out of the oven only to replace it with another dish. “Traditionally, his lordship dances with the head housekeeper and his wife dances with the butler. Sometimes they’ll dance more though, if they feel up to it. They really are a fine family.”

“Oh,” Finral pauses to think for a moment. “And… who usually dances with his lordship’s eldest?”

“That would be the first footman,” the cook turns to fix him with a look. “You do seem to find any opportunity to bring them up though, Roulacase. I do hope you’re not catching feelings where you ought not to be.”

“I quite agree,” the footman chooses that moment to walk into the kitchen, giving Finral a superior smirk while adjusting the sleeve of his dress coat. “I suppose it still hasn’t sunk in that you aren’t entitled to a noble marriage anymore. What a pity. You’ll have to cast your gaze much lower now to find a partner who will accept you.”

“That’ll be quite enough out of you,” the cook quips irritably. “If you two have all this time to stand and chat, then you have time to help. Take these dishes upstairs so they’re ready to go. You know we won’t have time to be coming back down here once everything starts.”

“Yes ma’am,” Finral carefully snatches up one of the platters and hurries from the kitchen, eyes downcast. His self esteem had never been anything spectacular, but to be put in his place by a footman was a huge blow. It was hard for him to think about how far he’d fallen, and how much he’d lost.

By the time the ball had started, Finral’s mood had sunk a great deal. The footman was right, of course. He had no chance of securing a marriage with a noble anymore, not as a chauffeur. And perhaps his father had been right as well to disown him. His step brother was a stronger and more reliable candidate to inherit the Vaude legacy.

He tried not to watch as you danced with the footman when the music started, instead choosing to stand off to side and avoid attracting any more embarrassment his way. It would be a shame if his gloomy mood was to dampen this rare chance for the other house staff who looked forward to a single night of glamor once a year.

“I hope you’re not hiding from me,” you sneak up on him once the first few dances of the evening are finished. “As I recall, you’re usually quite social during events like this.”

“I’m not the same person as I used to be,” he admits shyly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. He suddenly realized that it might’ve been better if you hadn’t known him before and could just see him as a normal chauffeur.

“Aren’t you?” You challenge him with a lift of your chin as if sizing him up. It made him feel even more self-conscious. Admittedly, he was the same pathetic man as before aside from a few things.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he shrugs, “I am the same. Except I don’t have the name or the clothes or the money to posture with anymore.” He offers a smile, wanting to show that he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself, just merely stating facts. The way you frown at him shakes his confidence further though, and it surprises him when you offer your hand.

“Dance with me.” You practically demand and he knows he can hardly refuse, not that he wanted to anyway. He slips his hand into yours and walks with you out onto the dance floor, placing one hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer instinctively.

“Sorry,” he mumbles but you only shake your head.

“For what?” You smile and he finds himself unable to answer.

For Finral, dancing with you felt almost as if someone had turned back the clock to a time when he had actually felt like someone that mattered. But thinking about it now, he’d struggled to find his self-worth even then. In fact, this was the very first time he could remember someone asking him to dance instead of the other way around. People always seemed to prefer his younger brother. Langris had always been the one with the confident smile and respectful presence. Perhaps becoming a servant was a step up for Finral after all. He no longer had to live in the shadow of his brother anymore, at least not so directly.

“You’re very handsome, you know.” Your compliment slashes through his thoughts and brings him rapidly back into the present.

“Wh-what?” He stares at you with side eyes, disbelief clear on his face.

“For a noble to react so surprised at a simple thing like that,” you hum thoughtfully as you both continue to dance. “How do you think your brother would’ve reacted if I’d said that to him instead?” Finral’s stomach drops, feeling the sting of your barb like a knife in the chest. His brother wouldn’t have batted an eye. Langris knew he was handsome. He heard it all the time. It wasn’t even a compliment to him, more like a statement of some universal knowledge on par with ‘the sky is blue.’

“I suppose the difference between he and I is the reason I’m in my current situation,” he admits shamefully.

“There is a huge difference between you both, but the truth of the discrepancy is quite different from the one I think you have been led to believe.” Finral meets your eyes again after hearing such a curious statement. He didn’t understand what you meant by it. Or perhaps, he couldn’t.

“Anyway,” you divert the conversation, not wanting to dive too deep into his obviously traumatized childhood in the middle of a ball. “My words from before were the honest truth. I do think you’re very handsome.”

The short conversation left Finral’s head spinning for the rest of the evening. Even if you did find his appearance appealing, what was the point of telling him? Nothing could come of it surely. The questions in his mind circled around his mind for the next few days as well. His imagination had been so busy coming up with dozens of different scenarios for the way you’d treated him, that he hardly noticed the degrading and snide remarks from the annoying footman. He suspected someone had reported his dazed behavior though, because a shocking order suddenly came for him to meet his employer up in the sitting room where he’d yet to step foot before now.

“You called for me, my lord?” he enters nervously, feeling smaller than he ever had before and cursing his poor luck when he sees you in the room as well. If he was going to be sacked, he’d rather you not be there to witness it.

“That’s right,” the man stands up and comes over to slap him on the back. “I’ve got a question for you.” He leans in closer as if it’s a secret even though he doesn’t lower his voice at all as he points a finger over his shoulder at you. “What are your feelings towards my kid over there?”

Finral didn’t think there could be a situation any more embarrassing than this. Being fired for being an airhead was one thing, but being kicked out because he had a crush on his employer’s child was another entirely. He honestly hadn’t thought his humiliation could get any worse and he wasn’t used to hearing anyone say things so bluntly.

“I… beg your pardon?” He knew playing dumb was not a reliable option, but he wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Come on, now. Let’s not waste time dancing around it,” his lordship groans impatiently. “Do you love them or not?”

“What?!” Finral’s eyes dart to your face and he finds himself shocked to see you trying to hide the shyness in your eyes and posture. He glances back at your father. “Sir, I…”

“It’s not complicated, kid. You either do or you don’t.” He pulls his arm off of Finral to cross his arms. “If you do, we’ll have a wedding planned up. If you don’t, well, that’s less work for me honestly.”

“Wedding?” Finral’s eyes glance over at you again. “But I don’t have anything to offer. Langris will inherit my father’s titles and money, and…”

“Big deal,” your father cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “You’ve got noble blood in ya, not that it makes much difference to me, and we don’t need your money since we’ve got plenty of that of our own. My kid seems to have taken a liking to you, and all I care about is that they marry someone who will truly love and take care of them. Can you do that?”

“Well… yes.” This whole thing felt insane, but Finral couldn’t do anything but go along with it and be honest at this point. He notices your lips tug into a smile and he feels his heart swell with pride. Had he really been able to make you smile like that?

“Then it’s settled!” your father lets out a bellowing laugh while pulling out a ring with his family crest on it and shoving it into Finral’s hands. “I like you too, kid. Come join my family!”

Finral was so overwhelmed with this sudden turn of events, but he knew he couldn’t allow his employer to propose like this for him. He tucks the ring away for now and walks over to you, taking your hands into his and then sinking down to one knee. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles, smiling up at you and saying your name softly. “Will it be enough to have a husband that has nothing but his love and devotion to offer you?”

“I rather think that’s all I need to be happy,” you confess truthfully.

“Then, will you marry me?” He asks and you start nodding excitedly before he even finishes the question. His head is still reeling with how fast things seemed to be turning around for him, but he couldn’t be any happier. He gets back on his feet and tugs you into his arms for a tight embrace. Before he can protest about your father being in the room, you cup his face in your hands and pull him down for a tender kiss.

“I promise to give you all my love and devotion as well,” you promise him after pulling away and you swear you see a hint of tears in his eyes because that’s all he’d ever wanted as well. He almost wished he could see the look on his brother’s face when he heard the news. Sending Finral off to be a servant was supposed to be a living nightmare. But instead, it had turned out to be a fairytale from the loveliest of dreams.

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#LeatherAnniversaryEvent #Finral Roulacase x Reader #Finral Roulacase #Black Clover x Reader #Black Clover

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vs-redemption · 1 year

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hiiiii I hope I'm not too late but, can I request leather planner for Sugawara? Also Happy 3 Years!

Did it take forever to get to writing this? Yes. Do I hope this anon is still out there somewhere, ready to read this? Also, yes.

A proposal (Koushi Sugawara x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 493 Warnings: None

Suga knew that if there was ever a day that he wanted to be absolutely perfect, it was this one. Maybe he hadn’t needed to spend that much time in front of the mirror fixing his hair and straightening his tie, but that was probably more the result of nerves than any real concern over his appearance. Confidence had never been a huge problem for him. It was just that today was kind of a big deal. You were either going to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to having him forever, and that kind of pressure was hard to laugh off.

“Wow!” His eyes go wide when you step out of your front door. You had offered to meet him at the spot he’d made reservations, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He had been adamant about picking you up so he could hold your hand as he drove you both to the restaurant together. “You never fail to take my breath away.”

Your shy smile made his heart skip in his chest and it made him long for the opportunity to make you feel special every single day for the rest of his life. It was wildly romantic, but he didn’t care. Would there be ups and downs in your adventure together? Absolutely. But he had no interest in navigating through life’s curveballs with anyone else. He was sure of that. So sure, in fact, that he now had a tiny ring in his pocket to prove it.

He did his best not to seem too jittery through dinner. The last thing he wanted was for you to think something was wrong. Thankfully, you made it so easy to be present and in the moment. He couldn’t help but be captivated by you as you complained about people at work and snickered over something silly you and your friends had done recently.

“Wanna take a walk?” he offers his hand to you after dessert is finished and cleared from the table. You nod your head, still seemingly oblivious to what he had planned. The weather was cooperating perfectly; warm, dry, no wind. He couldn’t ask for more ideal conditions.

“I love you.” The words tumble from his mouth before he’s really prepared for them. He knew he wasn’t patient enough for a long, elaborate speech, so he decided to just speak his truth. He turns to take your hands into his and look you in the eyes. “I love you more and more every single day. What we’ve created together so far is so incredibly special, and I know it can only get better from here. I want to spend the rest of my life with you…”

He lets go of one of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out the small box. “If you feel the same…” He kneels down onto one knee in front of you, a smile on his face despite the nerves. “Would you marry me?”

#LeatherAnniversaryEvent #Koushi Sugawara x Reader #Suga x reader #Haikyuu x reader #Cindy's Writing #Koushi Sugawara

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vs-redemption · 1 year

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Thank you to everyone who sent in requests for this event! I hope you enjoy reading!

HAIKYUU

Tooru Oikawa x GN!Reader (leather bound planner)

Daichi Sawamura X GN!Reader (leather bound planner)

Koushi Sugawara X GN!Reader (leather bound planner)

BLACK CLOVER

Finral Roulacase x GN!Reader (Historical AU)

ATTACK ON TITAN

Jean Kirstein x GN!Reader (Historical AU)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader (Leather bag)

#LeatherAnniversaryEvent #Haikyuu x Reader #Black Clover x Reader #AOT X Reader #SNK x Reader #Haikyuu #Black Clover #aot #snk #Tooru Oikawa x Reader #Daichi Sawamura x Reader #Finral Roulacase x Reader #Jean Kirstein x Reader #Oikawa x Reader #Daichi x Reader #Finral x Reader #Jean x Reader

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vs-redemption · 2 years

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Congratulations on 3 years! Can I request leather bag forBakugo? Thank you so much!

I took 4 million years to answer this. I apologize. My new teaching job has literally sucked every ounce of energy I have. I'm starting to get into the routine now though which gives me time to write again :)

Tanbo Art (Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader)

Wordcount: 700 Warnings: none Picture credit goes to ME! I took it when I went to Inakadate villiage in Aomori, Japan.

“This is us!” You look over to your boyfriend excitedly as the train beings to slow down for the next stop. You hop up from your seat and reach for your bag resting on the overhead rack. You had changed trains twice already, but the fatigue of traveling was outweighed by your eagerness.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugo sighs while gently nudging you forward up the aisle so that he can grab your stuff for you. There’s an uncertain scowl on his face as looks out the window. “Are you sure this is right?” From what he could tell, you both were in the smack-dab middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even anyone else on the train, which made him wonder if there was really anything out here worthy of seeing.

“Uh, I think so?” You shrug sheepishly as you exit the train. There wasn’t even a train station where you were, just a concrete platform in the middle of endless rice patties with the silhouette of Mount Iwaki in the distance.

“You think so?” Bakugo repeats, fighting the urge to push you back onto the train before it could leave both of you stranded.

“It’s fine,” You slip your hand into his as the train pulls away and the complete stillness of being alone sets in. “Look, we’ll just follow that road. I think we have to go to that tower over there.”

Bakugo had to admire your sense of adventure. To him, vacations had always meant sunny places, relaxing days, and nice hotels. Ever since meeting you though, he’d found that discovering new places, trying new things, and getting out of his comfort zone could be just as rejuvenating as lounging on a beach or going to the crowded and overpriced places where most people spent their holidays.

He keeps a comforting grip on your hand as you both hike up the road towards the tower you’d spotted. A car would pass by every couple of minutes, but the walk was spent in solitude for the most part. Despite his uncertainty, Bakugo enjoyed the chance to chat with you about the nice old lady you’d both met at the first train station this morning, possible ideas for dinner that night, and what adventure you might go on the next day. It wasn’t often that he got to be out with you without people gawking or coming up to ask him for a picture or autograph. Being out in rural areas like this gave him the opportunity to feel like a normal guy.

“Look! People!” You tell him teasingly as you come up to a small gravel parking lot sitting at the foot of the tower. There were a few cars parked there and a handful of people meandering the area, all of them older. A man in a uniform was stationed at the door of the tower with a roll of tickets. Bakugo pays for two and then lets you go in front of him to start climbing the stairs since they were too narrow for you both to walk side by side.

When you reach the top, you step out onto the balcony high above the ground and let out a hum of surprise. “Katsuki! Wow!” He steps out right after you, sliding his arm around your waist protectively even though there’s a railing to stop anyone from falling.

“Oh!” His eyebrows shoot up as he takes in the view. The seemingly normal rice fields you’d walked through before had actually been used as a canvas. Different colors of rice plants had been strategically planted to create a massive work of art that could only be appreciated by a view from above. “They made the Momotaro fairy tale.”

“It’s amazing!” You pull out your phone to try and take a picture even though the art was too vast to fit in one shot. “This is certainly worth the trip over, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, definitely!” his replay comes quickly and genuinely. “Here, turn around so we can get a picture together.” His apprehension from before had all but vanished. He should’ve known you’d never suggest something that ended up being disappointing. And even if you both did end up somewhere dull one day, the experience of journeying together always seemed to strengthen your relationship and bring you closer than before.

#leatheranniversaryevent #Katsuki Bakugo x Reader #Bakugo x Reader #BNHA x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #Katsuki Bakugo

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vs-redemption · 2 years

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happy anniversary to you ! I hope you enjoyed your journey !

for you event may I ask an historical AU drabble with jean from aot please ? take your time !

Hello Anon! Thank you for participating in my 3 year anniversary event! As expected of myself, I had too much fun writing and went over the 300-500 word limit I put on myself. hehe I'm sure you won't mind.

Historical AU (Jean Kirstein x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 800 Warnings: None

The summer season was a magical time for high society. Young ladies and gentlemen who had come of age could officially come out and attend balls and galas, looking forward to the chance to put their etiquette training into practice, banter with their peers, and hopefully fall in love. It was less of a glamorous time for the common folk though, who spent almost all their time keeping up with the demands of the households they worked for and the landlords who owned the property they lived on. They worked their fingers to the bone every day cleaning or tending to crops and animals in the relentless heat. There was just a single day that they looked forward to during the summer season, and that was the summer festival.

Jean Kirstein had been looking forward to this year’s festival for a long time. It wasn’t because of the music, dancing or delicious food, however. It was because of you. He’d been harboring the biggest crush on you for years and he was determined that this would be the year he finally confessed his feelings for you and asked you to dance.

“I bet he chickens out,” his friend Sasha says around a mouthful of fried dough that she’d nagged from one of the food stalls.

“I think he’ll go through with it but get rejected,” his other friend Connie retorts with a grin.

“I’m standing right here. I can hear you.” Jean grumbles while trying not to let their goading get to him. He tugs as his sleeves, cursing the heat for making him feel even more uncomfortable while keeping an eye out for you. It doesn’t take long to spot you standing with a group of your friends, smiling and laughing. His heart skips as he considers how to approach you. He had a reputation for being a bit on the arrogant side, but when it came to you he became the most compliant love-sick puppy. He hoped you would see him for the softie he really is because all he wanted to do was take care of you and make you smile.

Once the music starts, it doesn’t take long for people to start partnering up to join in the dancing. The songs were lively and energetic, and Jean knew he had to act soon if he wanted to ask you before anyone else got the chance. He takes a moment to gather his courage and then makes his way over to you with Sasha and Connie cheering him on embarrassingly in the background.

“Excuse me,” he steps up to you with a slight bow. “Sorry to interrupt, but would you like to dance with me?”

“Oh! Jean!” You feel your cheeks heat up. It surprised you that out of everyone at the festival, he’d asked you specifically for a dance. He had always stood out to you for a number of reasons. You knew he was a hard worker from watching him in the fields every year, even if he claimed to want to escape the dull work to live a more luxurious life one day. And as big headed as he tried to act, it was hard to ignore the kindness and loyalty he showed towards his friends. “Yes! I’d really like that.”

The quickness of your answer catches Jean off guard, and he doesn’t even notice the snickering of your friends or the way Sasha and Connie high five each other as he takes your hand and leads you away. The dancing is a little stiff at first, but slowly the nerves fade away and he finds himself laughing and smiling with you while moving along to the music. Before he knows it, a few songs had gone by and you both had to stop to catch your breath.

“That was so fun!” You tell him honestly as he gets you both a drink from a stall with fresh lemonade. “Thank you!”

“It was a pleasure to dance with you,” he feels the nerves come back now that he really had the chance to talk to you. He musters up his courage again though and shows you his heart. “To be honest, I’ve really liked you for a long time, and was hoping you wouldn’t be opposed to maybe spending more time together even after the festival is over.”

“Jean! Is that true? I’ve liked you for a while now too!” The way your face lit up with a smile gave Jean butterflies. “If you really don’t mind, then I’d definitely want to take you up on that offer.” With a newfound boldness you reach over to slip your hand into his, making his heart start to race again. He couldn’t believe that you’d felt the same way and that the festival had gone so well for him. Perhaps the summer season wasn’t just a magical time for the upper class after all.

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