#future's looking bright right now and that makes me happy since i usually see it as pretty hopeless!

[talesofesther]

what once was mine | ch 4

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: Not sure if I'm completely happy with how this chapter came out, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Masterlist | Read ch 3 here

Loki had watched through a checkered screen how you held onto his hand as if he were your whole world. He had watched the love in your eyes and the smile on your lips, all directed at him. And now, he watched as you, in flesh and bone right in front of him, walked away.

There was a foreign feeling consuming his heart the more you distanced yourself from him. It was akin to loss, but how could he lose something that wasn't even his?

He was about to make the mistake of going after you when Mobius finally returned from the storage room he had been talking to you in.

"What happened?" Loki asked with a hint of urgency, his brows furrowed.

Mobius took in a long breath and then let it go past his lips. "She said she wants nothing to do with you."

Loki's frown only deepened, his eyes shifting between Mobius and the place you had disappeared into. If anything, he looked slightly offended. "Why?"

"Well, it's pretty obvious that she watched her Loki die, right?" Mobius gestured around, sounding a little fed up with all of this. "So it's a delicate subject, give her time, don't get on her face, don't be obnoxious, and she'll likely come around and be willing to answer whatever it is you wanna ask."

Loki blinked at the words, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I'm not obnoxious."

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"Stop looking at me like a lost puppy," you grumbled with a scowl on your features, gripping tightly onto your food tray.

Loki, who stood right beside you, scoffed. "I am not. I'm looking at the rice you're standing right in front of."

You breathed in, slowly, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. It's been three weeks since Mobius tried to reintroduce you two, and for the past two weeks, you've gained a new shadow. He doesn't talk much; or interacts much with you at all for that matter. But he's always there.

TVA's cafeteria was usually bustling with people this time of day, which was exactly why you always came by at least an hour earlier; but today you got caught up with work and there was no other option than to brave the crowds, otherwise, you'd stay without lunch.

When you'd picked up everything you wanted to eat, you turned around and surveyed the spacious room for any vacant tables. By the corner and near the railings that overlooked the city—or, what you would call a city here in the TVA, because to be honest, you still weren't sure what to name most of the things in this place—stood the only vacant table left, small and round, with two lonely chairs.

You closed your eyes and mumbled a curse under your breath. You made a beeline for the table, and you didn't have to look behind you to know that Loki was following your steps.

You settled into a chair and a few seconds later Loki made himself comfortable beside you. It was… strange, having him around. The racing of your heart every time he was near you was inevitable, but you were doing the impossible to dissociate any feelings from it. He was just another variant, that was it, nothing more. You just wished you knew what his obsession with you was all about, so what if he saw his would-be future with you? That was not yours or his life anymore.

"Your food is gonna get cold."

Loki's voice caught your attention, you glanced toward him with a frown, only now realizing that you'd been poking your food around with your fork for a while, lost in thought. For a heartbeat, you held his gaze, you allowed yourself to drown in those ever-familiar bright eyes that you'd missed so much. But before you could lose yourself in the ocean, you swam back up. This wasn't your Loki, no; you had to remind yourself of it, time and time again. For your own sake, you had to believe in that lie.

For the last couple of weeks that he'd been following you around, more and more you noticed the same glint in Loki's eyes, a mix between expectant and lost. You wondered if even he knew what exactly he wanted from you.

The only answer you gave to him was a low hum.

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The days inside the TVA blend together easily, that was something you learned in your first few weeks here. In all fairness, it's what one would expect for a place out of time. Sometimes the day they captured you as just another variant felt like ages ago. Sometimes, it felt like just yesterday.

It had been difficult when you first arrived here, nearly unbearably so. In the blink of an eye, you had lost your entire life, everyone you still loved and held dear became unreachable. It was either starting a new life here, or ending your life altogether. For some reason, you still felt like living.

The TVA kept you busy then, enough for you to not succumb to panic. As days went by, it became easier; as time passed, or as Mobius would tell you, as time passed differently, you became almost numb to what you'd lost. Almost.

A sigh went past your lips as you ran your fingertips over the paper. Mobius usually had you go over each file reporting a possible new Loki variant. Finding patterns and creating connections they otherwise wouldn't have noticed. You tried not to dwell too much on the fact that you had to use your connection to the person you once loved as a form of work.

Your desk stood by the edge of the library, away from too much commotion, a cozy little space you'd given your own personal touch to over the time you'd been here. A few books here, a small cassette player there, a snack drawer, a sketchbook, a purple desk lamp; small things to remind yourself you were still human.

As much as you could, you made a new home here.

A shadow suddenly appeared over the paper in your hands, you straightened your posture on your chair before looking up.

Loki stood before you, in his dress shirt and dark jacket with the word variant on the back—you'd worn one of those too on your first days here, now that you recall. He held a fresh stack of papers in his hands that already had you internally groaning.

"Mobius sends his regards," Loki smirked as he dropped the papers on your desk.

"Great," you mumbled, sarcasm dripping from your words, "it's not like I wanted to sleep tonight anyway."

A beat passed and you could feel Loki's gaze still lingering on you. From the corner of your eyes you watched as his fingers nervously tapped the wood of your desk. You hated that you knew this habit of his oh so well.

"Maybe I could assist you." Loki pulled a chair from the empty table to your left, setting it on the edge of your desk so he could sit down. But before he did so, he said, "If you'd like."

He was giving you an out from spending time with him, even if that was clearly what he wanted. You nearly took it. Your lips hung open, ready to say something like; I work better alone, or go bother someone else. But your eyes suddenly had a faint burn behind them, your chest squeezing tight around your heart—the heart that still bled and missed him every day. "Knock yourself out," you found yourself saying, without looking up from your paperwork.

Loki sat down on his chair beside you, took a few of the papers in his hands, and for a good few minutes, the silence that lingered between you was, surprisingly, somewhat comfortable.

Stealing glances at you was inevitable. As Loki read the files in his hands, the words started to blur together, and he found his gaze drifting to you. He observed the way you'd frown slightly as you read over the lines, sometimes scoffing or mumbling something to yourself.

You were quite annoying, Loki had to agree with Mobius on that. Stubborn, closed off, and hard to read. If it were anyone else, Loki wouldn't even consider losing his time of day, but each time he saw you, his heart jumped and stumbled inside his chest, he grew short of breath, cold hands turning clammy. It was inevitable. His body acting against his will, as if his soul ached to touch yours.

He had to know why.

"May I ask," Loki began, hints of hesitance in his words.

Your eyebrow perked up a little, but you still refused to look at him.

Loki pursed his lips before speaking, "Mobius mentioned you've been here a while, that he found you could be useful. But he never went into detail." He let go of the papers in his hands, "how did you get here? Why didn't they prune you?"

You visibly tensed. Jaw setting tightly into place as you took in a short breath through your nose. For several moments, you kept quiet, eyes fixed on the same words in the file you held as you considered whether to humor him or not. You weren't sure why you answered, the words simply rolled off your tongue; a subconscious reaction to the sound of his voice.

"It was my fault, I tried to travel through time when I knew I shouldn't. They caught me pretty much immediately." You chuckled humorlessly, stealing a glance toward Loki only to find his eyes already focused on you. You nearly drowned again. "They kept me around because…" You hesitated, and then merely gestured to the scattered papers on your desk; "I know a lot about Lokis," you shrugged, "and they needed help with that."

A small frown came to Loki's features as he weighed your words. He twirled one of your pencils between his fingers. "Why would you travel through time if you knew you shouldn't?"

Immediately, Loki knew he'd touched a nerve. Your whole demeanor changed, it almost felt like a curtain had fallen over you and a whole new person sat beside him. What little you had began to open up, was back under lock and key.

You didn't raise your voice, you didn't lash out. You simply cleared your throat, turned away from him, and said; "I thought you wanted to stay to help me work. So either do that, or leave me be."

Loki's lips hovered, ready to retaliate with a quip of his own, but he bit back any words he might want to say. Give her time.

He nodded to no one in particular, and indeed went back to work.

Later at night, when the TVA was strangely quiet, and most people had already turned in for the night. Loki glanced beside him only to find you drifting into sleep; one hand holding your cheek and the other loosely holding a pencil that had scratched a weird, faint line into the file on your desk.

It felt unexpectedly intimate. Loki glanced from one side of the dim-lit library to the other, as if looking for a clue on what he should do.

Carefully, almost comically so, he took the pencil from your delicate hold and stacked the file you had with the small pile he'd created.

The desk lamp right beside you cast a faint glow over your features, shaping your cheekbones, nose, and lips. Loki couldn't help but notice, that the light also shaped a thin but rather deep scar running from your forehead to the beginning of your left eyebrow; from the look of it, it appeared to have been there for a while now.

Without giving himself too much room to overthink, Loki reached out and gave a single push to your shoulder. His fingers tingled from your warmth.

You stirred awake, gasping softly as soon as you opened your eyes. You blinked several times, willing your mind to focus back on reality.

"I suppose we're done," Loki told you, keeping his voice just an octave lower as he turned his gaze to the small stack of papers. "If you're quick, you can still grab a few hours of sleep before the new day starts."

"Right," you breathed, running a hand through your hair. Eyebrows still furrowed as you processed what was happening.

You tidied your desk in silence, and Loki put the chair he had borrowed back in its place. He turned to you then, half expecting you to simply turn around and walk away. You didn't, and maybe it was a trick of the light, or the fact that he could visibly notice your eyes dropping from tiredness, but your features were the softest he had ever seen them be. A quick glimpse of the girl he'd first seen from the life he was supposed to have.

Loki held his breath. He wasn't sure why, but he did.

"Thank you for the help," you gave him a tight-lipped smile, refusing to hold his gaze for more than a second, "see you around."

With that, you turned around and left. Loki's heartbeat kept the same rushed pace until he reached his own small bedroom.

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[gaybitchfx]

✰𝓞. 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲✰

you always go to the parties—★

to pluck the feathers of all the birds

★—on your knees

i would not beg you please -beach house

𝓣𝓦: angst, just pure angst, modern au, spelling errors/grammar mistakes, intentional lowercase

✰ DAZAI who was a well known playboy amongst mainly women, yet someway somehow had gotten you, a man, to fall for him. it was surprising yes, but you didn’t bother telling him due to your fear of rejection so you continued to act friendly towards him as usual. but of course seeing him flirt with other women just made your blood boil. but you couldn’t do anything due to him only liking women so in your eyes you didn’t have a chance. but of course your feelings began to bubble up to the surface making it unbearable so you decided to tell him after encouraging yourself for a bit. “you like me?” dazai asked with a raised brow as he looked at your flushed face as you nodded your head. for just a second you had caught a glimpse of disgust written on his face, but it had to be your imagination…right? “well, i like you too (name). you’re a sweet guy.” he said as he took your hand in his, a smile gracing his lips causing s small hiccup to leave your mouth. “you..do?” you asked him, your words a little breathless due to you being so surprised, you thought he would’ve just rejected you instantly. “of course i do, you make my days better. you even shine as bright as a thousand stars, darling.” he said, his voice soft and alluring as he cupped your cheek making you lean into his touch. oh how happy you were to have the one you loved most accept your feelings. but such happiness has to go one way or another, let it be in the future or present.

✰ DAZAI who started off as overly loving to you began to grow more distant as your relationship progressed. you’d catch him glancing at any women that would walk past, but that’s normal, it’s dazai after all. when you first told him how you didn’t like how he was looking at other people he would just scoff and tell you not to worry about anything and how you were being insecure about yourself. and so from that day on you’ve kept all that sadness and angry bottled up since being with him was a one time opportunity, you didn’t want to fuck it up. you loved him too much to be the cause of the break up. all that came crashing down once he took you to some random party he had gotten invited to. once the two of you were there it was like he vanished but you didn’t bother going to look for him so he stood by yourself to the side with a drink in hand looking around. that was until you caught a glimpse of dazai talking to some random women. then he kissed her. a deep passionate kiss. by now you didn’t know how to feel your mind was racing and you felt like you were going to cry as you watched him take her upstairs.

✰ DAZAI who didn’t know np how much he fucked up entirely. by now you were just sitting in a corner, mind blank and numb till he came back with a smile. “there you are, i was looking everywhere for you!” he said with his signature smirk, you felt like you were going to throw up. as he reached to touch you, you slapped his hand away almost instantly catching him by surprise. “what wrong love?” he asked with a nervous laugh as you stood up. not even a second passed when you slapped him and that’s when everything went quiet. the music stopped, the loud talking turned into small whispers and gasps, there were even phone cameras on recording the whole thing. but you didn’t care in the slightest. by now, tears had already flowed down your cheeks like a never ending waterfall as some hiccups left your mouth. “i’ve been nothing but loyal to you, i treated you like you were something of value to me, i made sure i put you first over everyone i knew and this is how you repay me?! cheating on me with some god damn home wrecker?!” you yelled at him as you continued slapping him, letting out all of your frustration, anger, and sadness onto the one you thought loved you back. “i bet you didn’t even love me to begin with!” you said before landing one last hard slap onto his face leaving a red hand print. dazai hadn’t done anything and allowed you to slap him and yell at him, he knew he was in the wrong too. “no..i didn’t truly love you (name)…but please listen to me—” “you keep that mouth of yours shut before i sew it shut!” you shouted at him as you wiped away your tears. “we’re over, i don’t want you texting me, calling me, asking my friends to leave messages for me, none of that shit you understand?! do you fucking understand dazai?!” you screamed at him making him quickly go quiet before he nodded his head. “i understand…” he said, his voice cracking a little as he watched you leave. the others there all looked at dazai as they began to whisper and eventually the music continued and everyone continued talking to one another, but the atmosphere was suffocating.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

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[nonightmareruined]

hello! can you make an angsty rodrickxreader fics? crying and stuff but then it end up with a bit fluff? ty! ♡

Hey, I know it’s been a while since you submitted this but I hope you are happy with it <3

Anniversary

Rodrick x Reader

No one thought that Rodrick and y/n could have a relationship. However they got to celebrate their one year anniversary but it all went down after Rodrick overheard one conversation.

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It was our one year anniversary so I convinced Rodrick to have a date night instead of the usual hanging out at his place. Although my boyfriend didn’t like going out a lot, he would go to the movie theater and get some food afterwards with me. He did whatever made me happy. Sometimes it was like he couldn’t believe that I am his girlfriend. I am this straight A student and he is - well he is Rodrick.

At 8pm I arrived at his house.

„Oh, y/n sweet heart, you are waiting for my son, right? I am afraid but he is still getting ready. Why don‘t you come in?“ Susan, his mom, said to me after she answered the door. She brought me to the kitchen and gave me some water.

„So today is the one year anniversary, isn‘t it?“ Susan asked after a while.

„Oh yes, that‘s why we have our little date night.“ I answered her and took a sip from my water.

„Wow that’s a long time for young people. Are you sure you know what you are doing with my son?“ „You don‘t have to worry about that. I am so in love with Rodrick and I couldn‘t be happier about being in this amazing relationship with him.“ I immediately tried to reassure her but Susan still looked very concerned. „Oh sweetie, I think you misunderstood me. I am more worried about you. I don‘t want Rodrick to be the reason you loose focus on your education. I know that he can be a very bad influence.“ I looked at her in disbelief. Was she really talking about her own son in that way? I put down my glass of water and wanted to tell her that I‘d rather wait outside for my boyfriend when I heard a cracking noise. Rodrick stood right outside of the kitchen. He turned around and went back to his room and shut the door with a bang.

I immediately left his mom in the kitchen and went upstairs. I knocked at the door to the attic which was slowly opened by my boyfriend. „Can I come in?“ I asked him. His eyes were red and puffy. He took a few steps back and I went into his room. He cleared his throat before he started to speak. „So y/n, I think that we should stop seeing each other.“ „Wait what?“ I stumbled. Did he really say that? „Yeah, I mean it’s the right thing to do.“ Now I was staring at him in disbelief. „Why should it be the right thing?“, I asked him. My voice wasn’t more than a whisper. I had to fight back the tears. „Don’t be stupid. You have this bright future ahead of you and I - well I don’t have shit. Your parents hate me and even my Mom sees that we can’t be together. So please don’t make this even harder for me and just go.“ He turned around and pretended to look out of his window. „Why should we let everyone decide what the best for us is? How would they know that I have this bright future. And why can’t you have a great future as well?“ He snorted. „What amazing future do I have? Do you want to sit in the attic with me for the next 20 years?“ „Nah, Rodrick, you will be a Rockstar and tour around. You will probably forget me anyways and start seeing crazy fan girls“ „Nah babe, how can I forget my badass lawyer wife.“ He turned around, smiling at me. I took the last few steps towards him and gave him a kiss. He immediately pulled me into a huge and rested his head on top of mine. I heard him sigh and felt how the tension left his body.

We stayed there for a while, just holding each other. Rodrick played around with a strand of my hair. After a while he broke the silence. „Y/n I don’t know how to say this but I don’t think we should break up anymore.“ I had to laugh because of his awkwardness. „Thanks for letting me know“, I said while shaking my head.

„I think we missed our movie.“ Rodrick let go of me and looked me in my eyes. He was sorry for ruining our date night because of that. But honestly, I didn’t care about this anymore after all the drama. „That’s okay, we can just watch some Netflix and raid your fridge.“

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[slothquisitor]

Dying Star

In which Astarion decides to one-up Mary Shelley. This is graveyard smut. It's been literal years since I wrote smut. Please be nice to me lol. Astarion x Liv, 4k. Not angsty for once!

Also on AO3.

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There is little time in the days following Cazador’s defeat for Liv to even catch her breath. Astarion remains quieter than usual, pensive at times. Their companions ask him how he is to try to check-in, but he shrugs off their concern with a joke or a haughty jut of his chin. Their group is well-versed in his fake smiles, in his cutting remarks, in what they hide. Still, no one presses him. They instead leave that to her. 

She knows that this is a complicated thing. Astarion did the right thing, and she’s sure he knows it, but he gave up a lot in the process. Which is what makes it all the more noble, not that he’d appreciate hearing that. Ever since their night on the roof, he has spent every night in her bed, they fall asleep tangled together, but she always wakes alone. He spends every sunrise on the roof. She hasn’t asked, but she’s suspecting he’s counting how many he has left. 

Perhaps they will still find a way for him to be able to walk in the sun even without the tadpole. 

But that is a problem for later. For days when they’re not saving Gondians from the Iron Throne or blowing up the Steel Watch Foundry. Their group eats a celebratory dinner, loud and happy, and while there is still much to do, today has felt like a victory. Astarion even stays, drinking and joining in with their friends. 

As the night winds down, he leans over and in a voice low enough that only she can hear, says, “There’s…something I’d like to show you, if that’s all right? Something out in the city.”

 She takes his hand in hers. “Of course.” And they slip out of the Elfsong into the dark streets of the lower city. 

As they walk hand in hand, it’s easy to pretend that they’re just another couple out in the city. That there is no Chosen of the Dead Three to deal with, that they can just be themselves. She’s struck with a vision of a future, of an after . She’s not really allowed herself to consider what it might look like or that they might have some chance at survival, but with him, she thinks that maybe there might be more than just a chance. That there might be something really worth fighting for. 

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows again, to dark streets and moonlit nights,” Astarion sighs, face upturned to the cool light of the moon. The moonlight suits him, casting his hair in liquid silver, his eyes a deep purple. He is a dying star, bright even in the darkness. But this is not the light he loves. 

“Perhaps,” she squeezes his hand in reassurance. “But who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky? Find a way.”

His answering smile is a soft thing. “If anyone could, it’s you. Assuming we survive of course because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.”

She huffs a laugh at that. “Unfortunately, it's true.” 

“I’d still follow you anywhere,” he whispers into her hair before kissing the top of her head. The words feel like a promise. 

“How are you feeling, now you’ve had a little time?” 

He sighs. “It feels ridiculous to still be thinking of Cazador. He’s gone, I’m here, I won. But I still keep reliving what happened. Playing it over and over again in my mind. And yet, I feel invigorated and terrified. And I’m still trying to understand it really.”

“I’m sure it will always be a complicated thing. I’m sorry.”

“I came so close to losing everything back there. To losing myself. Back at the ritual, all I could see was the power on offer and the safety it promised. I was so blinded by it, just as Cazador was. But you saw something else in me - someone else I could be. Someone who could break the cycle of power and terror that started centuries ago. You saved me. I may not have appreciated it at the time, but I do now. Thank you.”

They had been close to losing him, but he had chosen differently. “You saved yourself. I just gave you a push.” She knows that the temptation of that power had been so difficult for him to turn away from, but she had always believed he could do it on his own. As selfish as he often pretends to be, he cares too much and too deeply. 

He stops, turning to her fully, shaking his head. “You did more than that. You believed in me, believed I was enough just the way I am. When I look at my future, anything and everything feels possible now. And I get to share it with you, as a partner, an equal. You saved me from myself, and let me walk a new path where I can be free, truly and honestly free. This is a gift, you know. Thank you - I won’t forget it.” She has never seen him this unburdened, this open, so very different from the man she’d met just a few short months ago. 

She grins. “Partners, huh?”

He tucks her hand in the crook of his arm as they continue walking. “If you’d like.”

She leans into him, squeezing his arm. “I’d like that very much.”

He covers her hand with his. “Good.”

They’ve walked far enough that she realizes now where Astarion has led them, it’s the cemetery. It’s quiet, peaceful even. Astarion lets go of her hand, stepping forward to a vine-covered grave. For all his casual ease from before, he seems a little stiff now, nervous even, before he approaches the grave and clears the dirt and ivy away. She realizes even before the name is fully legible, that this gravestone is his. 

“Two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there. I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. And when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his. Until now.”

He spoke once about the pain of that transformation, about how his body became something that was no longer his. There was no reason for Cazador to allow Astarion to be buried, for him to suffer that way, except for the cruelty, the horror. Cazador deserved far worse. Two hundred years of suffering, but even afraid, he fought back and won. “You were never his. Whatever he had, he took by force.” 

“Maybe, but he did take it. There’s almost nothing left of the person I was. Just a name on a rock. For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here dead and buried. Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.” He glances at her with a soft smile, with something that feels all the more precious for what they’ve been through. 

“And what do you want?” she asks. It is a question she has been asking him even before she knew how important it was to him, and it is a question she will keep asking, keep pushing through her own fears because it is better to know than to wonder. 

His response is quick, with no hesitation. “You. I want you.” He turns toward her more fully. “You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared. You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do. I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.”

The words fill up something within Liv, some yawning chasm that has been empty for years and years. He wants her . And not because of anything she can do or be or her magic. “I feel seen with you too. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” 

The moment hangs there, and she wonders if this is the moment she should tell him how she feels. But he’s clearly still working up to something, so she waits. He turns back to the gravestone. “Well, I should probably fix this.”

He approaches the gravestone, and for a time, the only sound is the scraping of his dagger on stone as he carves in a new epitaph. A life now his. He stands back after a minute, surveying his work before kneeling down on the grass. She joins him but doesn’t say a word, just holding this moment and all that it represents. 

“I’ve been dead in the ground long enough. It’s time to try living again,” he says before turning to her and taking both of her hands in his own. “With everything life has to offer.”

The way he’s looking at her holds so much promise, hope. Her heart speeds up. “Meaning?”

“If a night of passion is on offer. I could be persuaded,” he says with a sly grin. She recognizes it for the gift of trust that it is. That he wants to try again, try with her. 

She smiles. “I’d like that.”

He looks relieved. “You know, I didn’t care for you when we first met.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know. You made it very clear with every complaint and criticism of my-”

“I love you.”

She stops mid-sentence, looking into his eyes. He loves her? She grew up in a house where there were words missing. Words like love always sound funny in her mouth, as if she isn’t forming the words quite right. She has been cradling these words within her, holding them carefully as if they are fragile, unsure if she’s allowed to give them to him when she’s not positive she knows exactly what they mean. 

“You do?” Her voice sounds small, full of disbelief. 

Astarion’s eyes soften, his voice gentle. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” He reaches out, cupping her cheek, as he leans in. 

“I love you too,” she says, just before his lips meet hers. And the words feel exactly right. 

***

Liv is not the first person to tell him that she loves him, but it is the first time he has believed it to be true. It certainly isn’t the first time he’s said the words, he’d even said them to her once, in a streak of meanness following their first night together that he now regrets. He regrets saying the words to her the way he had, flippantly, and in a way to wound and hurt. This time when he says them, he’s cutting her off, surprising her. Her green eyes go wide with realization, and her whispered question tells him he needs to say it again. 

He holds her hands gently, her warmth seeping into him. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” He cups her cheek, reaching for her has become instinctive, easy. 

Her eyes are soft as he leans in, and he feels her words more than hears them. “I love you too.” The words light up something within him, casting some long-hanging darkness away. She loves him. Him. Not what he looks like or what he can do, certainly not his power. Him. 

He closes the distance, capturing her lips. This kiss is deliberately not careful in the way so many of their kisses have been since Moonrise. Tonight, he doesn’t want to be careful. He wants to be brave, to throw caution to the wind. He wants everything she is willing to give him, and he is willing to give everything over to her. 

He pushes her back into the grass, settling over her as he drags her bottom lip between his teeth. Her answering gasp is a lovely thing, and he drinks it down like starlight, hand skating down her side to her hip as his fingers pull her close. Her hands are tunneled in his hair, twisting in his curls, but they do not pull or direct, instead, they just anchor him here in this moment, with her. Like with so many other things in their relationship, she seems to be waiting for him to make the next step, to take the lead. 

Well, he can certainly do that. 

He rolls his hips into hers as he inches her shirt up, cupping one of her breasts. She hums into his mouth at the contact, and he breaks away to kiss down the column of her throat. She shivers as his teeth worry the skin at her neck, not enough to puncture, just enough of a promise that perhaps they’ll get there this evening. Her hands span the length of his chest, before deftly undoing the fastenings of his doublet, but then her fingers pause and she pulls back. 

He leans back to meet her gaze, ready to provide her with whatever reassurances she needs that he does in fact want this. “Everything alright, love?”

“You, we….” She is so very rarely fumbling, and it’s rather adorable. “Here?”

Is she serious? “Well, this late our other option is with our nearest and dearest friends in the same room. And as much as I enjoy voyeurism as much as the next person, I think I’d rather not have them participating tonight,” he says, fighting a laugh. 

“We could get caught!” she whispers. Her eyes are wide and guileless. She’s really not kidding.

He collapses into the crook of her neck, laughter overtaking him. “That, my dear, is part of the appeal. Could, but won’t. This place is quite dead this time of night.” He hates himself a little as he says it, but it’s worth it to get her laughing too. 

It earns him a swat of her hand against his shoulder. “I just mean if we get caught, we could get in trouble!”

“I’m sorry, are you concerned about getting in trouble for public indecency on the same day that you blew up a government facility?” 

“Apparently?” But even as she says it, she sounds far less sure than she did earlier.  

He brushes her hair back behind the tip of her pointed ear, looking for some hint that this hesitancy is part of something bigger. “If you’re not comfortable, we can go, but I have every confidence that the very powerful wizard who destroyed the entirety of the Steel Watch can protect us both from anyone who might catch us here.”

Her eyes are bright, and she shakes her head. “You’re a terrible influence,” she says, kissing him fiercely. 

“Gods, I hope so,” he murmurs as she eases his doublet from his shoulders and greedily seeks his skin with her hands. He melts into her touch, lets the world narrow to this moment and this moment alone, enjoying the feel her hands against his skin. He is surprised at how hungry he is for more, more of her, more of her skin against his. He wants to feel her. The genuineness of the desire catches him off guard, makes him feel unsteady. 

There is nothing choreographed about the way they undress one another, sneaking kisses between discarding items of clothing. The fumbling gives way to a silliness and laughter he didn’t realize could be present in moments like this. He presses her back against the blanket of clothing they’ve made on the ground, unable to keep the smile from his lips as he kisses her deeply, tongues twining together. His cock is hard against the warmth of her stomach, and he presses his hips into her just to feel her intake of breath. 

“I want to touch you,” he says against her lips. 

She tightens her hold on him, as if she can’t get close enough. “Please.”

He reaches between them and gently parts the lips of her vulva before gently circling her entrance.  She is wet and waiting, so he slips a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She moans against his lips, back arching. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers, adjusting the pace while she falls apart in his arms. He kisses down her chest and over the swell of her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue while he continues to work his fingers inside of her. 

For as difficult as Liv is to read otherwise, he has never had any issues reading her like this. Her sighs and moans, the way her body responds to him. He hooks his fingers as he circles her clit, is rewarded with a moan that sounds suspiciously like calling on the gods. 

She tightens around his fingers as she comes, her cheeks flushed, eyelashes a dark smudge against her cheeks, his name a string of broken syllables as he strokes her through her orgasm. It’s a beautiful sight to see her undone like this, unburdened by responsibility or worry, simply here with him. Her eyes are dark, slightly unfocused, and she kisses him hard, teeth and lips meeting with an urgency that is still somehow careful. 

Her hand is on his hip, fingers brushing closer to his cock, but not quite touching. He’s aching for her to touch him, to wrap her delicate fingers around him. “Yes,” he manages to ground out, his hips stuttering into hers. 

Her gentle touch is his undoing. He buries his head into her neck as her fingers wrap around him, her thumb brushing over the tip of his cock before slowly, torturously sliding along his length. He shudders at the contact, melts into the sensation. 

Against his ear he feels her lips. “I want to taste you.” 

Gods, yes. He flips them so that she can crawl down his body, kissing down his chest and his stomach as she goes. She pauses just before she reaches his cock, eyes locking on his, waiting for confirmation. His chest is heaving with breaths he doesn’t need, but feels like he’ll drown if he doesn’t. He nods, and she smiles, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth. 

“Fuck.” The sensation is almost too much coupled with the way she watches him, honed in on his every reaction. He has been on the receiving end of partners before, enthusiastic lovers who hoped his enjoyment might mean deeper feelings on his part. This is different, an offering, a focus on him, his pleasure. It’s something he’s allowed, so he leans his head back, letting the sensation, the pleasure wash over him without worrying about what might come next, what’s expected after. 

And it is good, so very good, until it is almost too good and he stops her with a gentle hand in her hair. “Careful, love, I’d still like to be inside you.”

Her answering smile is a smug thing, as if she is proud of the effect she’s had on him. He kisses her then, groaning as he tastes himself on her tongue. He rolls them so that she is back beneath him, and thrusts forward, his cock dragging through her wetness. They both groan, and he reaches beneath them positioning himself at her entrance, forehead pressed to hers. She cups his cheek, eyes meeting his, a silent question within them. 

She is staying so very still, and he knows it is because she wants this to be entirely his choice, entirely up to him. He could stop things here if he wanted, they could go back to the Elfsong, and there would be no consequences. She would still love him either way. He slowly, carefully presses into her. 

“Oh,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move. The rhythm is slow at first, her fingers pulling him closer, as if she could eliminate all space between them. Her hips meet his every thrust as they move together at a languid pace, as if they have all the time in the world. 

He can feel the way her heart races, the rush of blood in her veins. She is so vibrant, so very alive. He kisses down her throat, and isn’t at all surprised when she twists in offering. Some part of him wonders if this should have a place her, but she’s never shied away from his true nature, all of him. So perhaps, he shouldn’t either. He tries to be as gentle as possible, as he sinks his fangs into her neck as he thrusts into her, hoping the sensations might balance. Her small gasp tells him he’s been successful. He savors the taste of her blood, the way her warmth spreads through him, her fingers in his hair. 

His hips stutter as her walls tighten around him. He knows she’s close, and he picks up his pace, sliding as deep as he can. He takes another sip of her blood before pulling back, tongue catching the excess. His face hovers over hers, breaths mingling. 

Her eyes are soft as she brushes his curls from his face. “I love you,” she says before capturing his lips in a deep kiss. She orgasms with a shudder, and he follows her over pleasure’s edge, hips stuttering to a stop as he comes. 

She’s breathing hard, sweat forming on her brow, but they stay there bodies entwined. Her nose brushes softly against his. “Feeling alright?”

But the problem has rarely been the actual act, but how he feels after. There is nothing about tonight he would change, but he finds himself still bracing subconsciously, awaiting the regret and the shame. Perhaps it will not come. He kisses the tip of her nose. “Yes.”

But she has always seen him, even when he wished she didn’t. “What do you need?” she asks, gently running her fingers through his curls. 

“I…” he pauses, wondering what it is he needs, now in this moment. This is, for him, new territory. There were not often afters in sex that didn’t include putting clothes back on immediately or other far worse endings for his lovers. “I don’t know.”

“Perhaps we just stay here for a while?” she says, the backs of her fingers brushing his cheek. 

“And here I thought you were worried about getting caught,” he says, trying to mask how out of his depth he is here. It would be very nice to stay like this, to just be held. 

She smiles. “I think you put it best when you said -”

He presses a finger against her lips. “Don’t repeat it. And if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it. Vehemently.”

“Come here,” she says, pulling him in closer. He lays his head against her chest, where he can hear her heartbeat. She runs her fingers through his hair, nails lightly dragging against his scalp, for a long, quiet time. He focuses on her heartbeat, on her steady breathing. He waits for the wave of shame or disgust, for his mind to twist this around into something else, but it doesn’t come, instead, there is…nothing, and it is a relief. He is sure that it will not always be this way and that there will still be days and moments where he cannot bear even her touch, but tonight, tonight he has reclaimed back a piece of himself. 

“We should get you to a real bed,” he says after he notices Liv’s breathing begin to deepen, sleep making her eyes heavy. 

“I think I’d prefer not to be discovered sleeping here by some poor mourning person come to pay their respects,” she says around a yawn. 

He grins at the image as he begins gathering discarded clothing. “But it would be funny.”

“You’re terrible.”

He kneels back over her, brings his hand to her neck, and runs his thumb along her jaw. “And you love me.”

“And I love you,” she smiles against his lips. 

And this, this is real.

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 2

Liam's Route

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Liam: I could never do that. Because… you thought of me.

Liam pulled me in for a hug—

Liam: I’ll cherish this for the rest of my life. Thanks, Kate. … I’m very happy.

Being enveloped by a sweet vanilla scent and the feeling of Liam’s stronng arms around me made my heart flutter.

(I didn't expect him to be this pleased. … He’s amazing at making people happy.)

Kate: You’re welcome.

…

When we passed through the market and arrived at the orphanage, the staff welcomed us warmly.

I could tell that they weren't having an easy time running the orphanage. But—

Children: Big brother Liam…!

Liam: Long time no see. Come here.

(The children’s smiles are so bright… that's good.)

Children: Hey, Liam. Who is this lady?

Liam: This big sister here is my lovely girlfriend.

Kate: …!

(No, no, this is only because of the setting—)

I noticed that the little girl next to Liam was trembling and looked like she was about to cry.

One glance at her face was enough to tell that she was infatuated with Liam.

Kate: He was just joking. I’m Kate, a friend of Liam’s.

Liam: Huh?

Kate: Right?

Liam: Uhh if you say so… I guess?

Melissa: I see, you're just friends. Hehehe, I'm glad.

(That was close. I almost ruined a little girl’s puppy love…)

Liam: Hey, Melissa. The friend you usually play with isn’t here today?

Melissa: Yeah. You see, they went to a rich person’s house. … I’ll never see them again.

(Does that mean they got adopted and left the orphanage…?)

Liam: … I see.

Liam: Now, shall I use my magic to get rid of the “loneliness” in you?

Melissa: Magic?

Liam: I’ll perform your favourite story for you.

Melissa: “Cinderella”! Liam is a prince!

Liam: You want to see “Cinderella”? Okay. Then—

Liam took off his jacket and hopped onto a chair—

Liam: “Let’s have a party to find a future bride!”

Kate • Melissa: Wow…!

The story being played in front of us instantly captivated our hearts.

I noticed that the orphanage’s staff had also gathered around and were watching Liam enthusiastically.

Liam could always make the atmosphere so fun that it feels like you’ve escaped reality for a moment.

(... He’s like a star. One that everyone wants to see and reach out for.)

Ever since I stepped into Crown’s darkness, I never had a smile naturally form on my face.

But right now, I found myself unknowingly smiling.

The story of “Cinderella” played by Liam came to an end with a round of applause—

Children: I’m hungry—!

Liam: Is it meal time? I’ll go get the teachers.

Kate: I’ll watch the kids in the meantime.

…

Liam was taking quite a while to return, so I decided to leave the room in search of him.

(He should be somewhere where the staff are gathered. … Where could that be?)

At that moment, I caught a waft of the vanilla scent Liam always had.

I followed the smell and—

I ended up in an empty basement.

Kate: … Liam?

(... He isn’t here?)

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, a stack of papers fell onto the floor out of nowhere.

I was surprised and… Liam suddenly appeared in front of me.

Liam: What's the matter, Kate?

Kate: I came looking for you because you didn't come back.

(However…)

Kate: What on earth were you doing here?

(Even went out of your way to use your ability so you won't get noticed…?)

Liam: Hm? I was playing hide-and-seek. The children invited me to play with them.

The unexpected response caught me by surprise, and a smile of relief followed.

(... Oh.)

Kate: I see. But isn't it unfair if you use your ability to make yourself invisible?

Liam: Ahaha, you’re right. That means I’ve lost the game of hide-and-seek, it seems?

…

After meal time, it was time for the children to take a nap.

Perhaps it was because the child had gotten comfortable with me, so I laid down while hugging her.

Melissa, the little girl who was infatuated with Liam, rubbed her eyes sleepily in my arms.

Kate: Able to fall asleep…?

Melissa: Mm-hmm… but I’m scared.

Melissa: Sometimes… I dream of scary things. I don't like it.

Kate: …

I don't know what the child had gone through.

But there might've been permanent wounds in that little heart.

Liam gently stroked Melissa’s soft hair.

Liam: I understand. Sometimes, sleeping can get… scary.

Liam: … It feels like you’re being chased by a shadow that won't go away. And being forced to face something you don't want to.

(... Liam?)

Liam: I can’t really get rid of those things already in your heart. But…

Liam: I think I can help take away the scary things that are going to happen to you.

Liam: You too, Kate.

Kate: Me?

Liam ruffled my hair with his hand.

Liam: I’ll erase all your fears. All of them, every last one, I’ll make them disappear.

Liam: Everything will be alright. … I can do it.

I looked up when I sensed the restlessness in his voice.

But all I saw was his gentle smile, so I brushed the feeling off as a misunderstanding.

(He must've said that to reassure Melissa and I.)

Everyone has to fight their own fears.

There is definitely no such person who can erase every single scary thing.

(But now… I’m happy to receive Liam’s kindness.)

Liam: Mm, alright. Nap time.

Kate: …

— Good night. Into the peaceful land of dreams you go.

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The vice admirals and how they propose

The vice admirals and their marriage proposal to you!!! Salute recruits and soldiers ⚓ 🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊

On this tumbling Tuesday you will find out how our dear vice admirals propose to you.

Let's kick off with the Buster call 5!!!!  Doberman, Momonga, Onigumo,  Yamakaji and Strawberry. 

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 Vice admiral Strawberry 🍓 

● he is mellow, he is soft and uber romantic. So expect something romantic ● picnic at the beach watching the sunset together ❤  ● you didn't expect a thing since Strawberry was a romantic man so nothing unusual about an evening at the beach ●his arm let go of your shoulders he excuses himself he needs to get the champagne and glasses  ● you still didn't suspect a thing just a sidenote Strawberry was extra romantic and certainly in a spoiling mood ● that was until you heard a thumb and turned your head to see Strawberry had taken his marine hat of and kneeled right beside you ● in his right hand a velvet box, popped open with a golden double band ring 💍 and a heart shaped diamond 💎  ● your face was full of surprise, you gasped somewhat in disbelief  ● Strawberry warmly smiled at you " y/n will you marry me?"  ● tears swelled up in your , eyes began to run down your cheeks tears of joy, quickly you wiped them and returned the smile with a " yes I will" answer  ● Strawberry waited patiently for you to gather yourself,  he did surprise you indeed, before taking your hand and slipping the ring on your finger a perfect fit ●you 2 kissed intimately and embraced warmly you told him how happy you were and he enjoyed the feeling of your breath on his skin you are his darling ● and now you would always be at his side ● Strawberry and you stayed until late at night at the beach wrapped up in a blanket making plans for the wedding under the stars 🌟  ● which Strawberry enjoyed like nothing else then listening to your ideas watching your happy face ● the future was bright indeed

Vice admiral Onigumo 

● while Strawberry is a romantic well Onigumo is the polar opposite as a matter of fact rough and you knew and had given up on any romance with this guy ● of course you were longing for some affection to no avail and everytime any of the other vice admirals proposed to their partners you couldn't help but feel sad looking at the brute of a man beside you, cold and stern. ● though last night 🌙  something was quite different and you couldn't put your finger on, you shook your head, no you probably were too tired, exhausted ● after all last night when Onigumo had returned from a mission he crept into bed and seduced you into submission and then proceeded with very little affection to pound you rough into the matress  ● but after the usual angry sex Onigumo did something he normally never does he spooned you for a cuddle, he did that only once the first time you slept with each other ● his hug was more of a vice grip and he hadn't moved all night, actually he even wrapped his legs around yours ● you shook your head again shaking of the sleepiness rubbing your face with your hand... but what was that there was something  ● your eyes snapped open you could feel the ring on your finger, but how. Onigumo ripped once a necklace of you during an extra wild session so you decided to never wear jewellery again in bed ● you looked again this wasn't your ring....gold band, simple and small diamond embeded, did he slipped it on...while you slept??? ● " You better don't tell me that you don't like it", Onigumo scowled at you displeased as always  ● you turned over to see his face " Well dont look at me like this. I see you and how you desire to be married. Fine so it will be, you will be mine forever" he proclaimed cold. ● you stutter at the beginning before simply blurrting out your feelings " t..th..thank you Onigumo.." you spontaneously hug him burying your face in his strong neck. "I...I love you and I'll make you happy " ● Onigumo growled annoyed, it was this sting in his chest and the fact that y/n was his now fiance and future wife he couldn't stop but feel proud this pretty little thing is his alone ●  he understood she might leave if he never made a move to marry her & to his surprise he couldn't deal with that idea at all. So he had to keep her ● in all his hateful coldness Onigumo surrendered only for you to become occasionally soft, so in fact this is a miracle he gently props up your chin kisses you softly, squeezes you into his chest and nuzzled his face in your soft hair ● " you will be mine ok? I'll be yours!" He mumbles softly and this is as much of a special ' I love you' you will get, for now 

Vice admiral Yamakaji 

● Yamakaji is a different man altogether always nonchalant and smiling without a care in the world ●  however don't be fooled he is very loving and caring and he has no problems showing his feelings for you in public  ● you had deep conversations about what each of you expected from the future of the relationship and marriage with children was on top of the list  ● so you knew it was coming a proposal but when you had no clue,  Yamakaji loved to keep you guessing he got a kick out of it. ● besides that you were busy working navy hq's canteen kitchen these days feeding the entire base ● which seemed strangely difficult today with everyone in a super cheery mood or grinning at you  ● well everyone knew that today Yamakaji would propose and was complicit in it ● it was the time of the day when Yamakaji and the higher ranking officers would come in for lunch for you it was business as usual  ● you were in UTTER shock when one of the servers came and said one table had complained about hair in the food ● you left for the table, oh no it was Yamakaji's table and oh no was that his cigar in the ashtray he didn't smoke it, this looked serious, you couldn't believe your bad luck ● Yamakaji stood up wordless his back turned to you this was not feeling right " Yamakaji I heard there were issues..."  ●"yes indeed" he replied. Yamakaji turned around and when he did you knew.... ● " this little thing was on my plate" he said with a warm smile while presenting you with ring " y/n will you become my wife ● you squeal in excitement like a fangirl and smile " of course I will" ● well with that answer the entire canteen exploded in cheers, applause and confetti 🎊  ●Yamakaji didn't waste any further time to put that white gold ring with diamond flanked by a pearl one each  side on your finger  ● as soon as that was done everyone wanted to shake hands and congratulate the both of you to these exciting news  ● and after over 30 minutes of people out in the dinning area , you continued shaking hands and hugs in the kitchen and your colleagues being all over you ● not to mention that evening you returned home sleeping in Yamakaji's arms so exhausted you were

Vice admiral Momonga 

●he is thoroughly private man so his proposal is also a private matter, only his colleagues would know  ● Momonga plays by the book, you had a courtship first, then started dating , then a  relationship, followed by you moving in...so next step of course ● he will propose at home of course a quiet evening for relaxing  ● you were smart and sensible enough to notice that Momonga's blushing was extreme that night and it made you wonder what he was up too ●but you knew him he was putting so much effort into something so instead of prodding him and spoil his effort you played along  ● you trusted him with your heart and soul and vice versa ● Momonga served a delicious 3 course meal and no doubt he borrowed a recipe or 2 from vice admiral Stainless cookbook collection  ●Momonga truly brought out the big guns of romance tonight ●the both of you enjoyed the food feeding each other in between  ●after the meal you 2 retreated into Momonga's little piece of paradise his priced garden a place of tranquility and peace  ● sitting together on the Hollywood swing swaying lazily, you laying on his lap, his fingers stroking your head playing with your hair  ●Momonga will compliment you on how beautiful you were not just physically " y/n you are my world" and " thank you for being my partner. "  ● he will excuse himself for a " bathroom " break before returning outside with a final surprise ● he brings out a plate with a heart shaped small cake and 2 forks brightly smiling its your favourite flavour  ● so you both huddle up starting to  eat the cake were he let's you lead and you were too wrapped up in your mind to notice his superior blush ● 3 bites in, your fork hit something hard  you poked it with the fork ● " Mongy babe there is something " you casually mention, just to turn and see this man's face on fire so red he was ● " then dig it out my darling " he whispers shy ● so you did and unearthed a little red box. You knew at this point your eyes swelled up a little and at the same time you giggled nervously. ● you opened the box and inside was a shiny yellow golden ring topped by a diamond 💎 flower shaped and smaller diamonds lining the side ● you looked at Momonga in shock this must have cost a fortune he blushes and smiles his moustache twitching "y/n will you marry me " ● you threw yourself at him peppering Momonga lips with kisses ●" I thought your supposed to answer first." He teased  ● you grinned " take them as my answer" you kissed him again " its a definitive yes" and you two kissed passionately before Momonga removed the ring and slipped it on your finger ●this man's eyes were sparkling at the sight of you his no fiance and soon wife  ● he held you tender for the rest of the evening 

Vice admiral Doberman 

● Doberman similar to Momonga follows the rules he is a more traditional man though, compared to Momonga  ● while old fashioned and Conservative to some degree he had learned to be flexible with you  ● he liked that you had 2 sides to your personality,  you enjoyed alone time when he's out at sea but weren't afraid when he came back to fall into his arms and let him be your Knight in armour and be in charge ● when Doberman realised your the one he made plans and organised behind your back He had asked vice admiral Strawberry for some advice regarding romantic stuff and was a keen learner. ● he understood that this was something to be done special  ●so you were at a loss when a well crafted note arrived at your workplace, with Doberman letting you know he had moved all your belongings into his house and for you to meet him at the spa tonight  ● when you finally got there you were greeted by the owner of the spa and given instructions on what was supposed to happen, did Doberman send you on a wild goose chase?! ● this was out of character for him, you knew something big was up but cause he diverted your attention so well , you didn't even consider a proposal , a military man trough and through with a strategy at hand ● so here you are carefully stepping into the very warm herbal water of the xxxl sized wooden bath and studied the surroundings, if Doberman did this he had outdone himself  ● "admiring the view?" his low voice rumbles behind you, you turn around to see Doberman with just towel around his waist  ●he stepped into the bath to join you, a brief smile appeared on his lips, your face brightened up " I do admire your work you put in and even thought if the champagne" ● excellent, Doberman noticed that you had taken the bait, he pulled you into his arm gently nuzzling your cheek you still were a bit of loss over-stimulated by it all, though strangely relaxed ● " I know of course you're not the flower type of woman but spiritually more connected with water so I find this treat appropriate." he said stoic as ever while he gave a lotus flower 🌺 that push so it would float over to you ●  the moment he did that you understood that you needed to catch this flower and when you did you couldn't believe your eyes, there was a ring ● you gasped in shock it made all sense now  ●you took the ring out carefully you turned to Doberman cause you wanted to know if he is serious about this now, you found he was grinning from ear to ear ● " Looks my little surprise worked" he took the ring and held onto your hand " so only one more thing.. " you listened mesmerised  ● here it came " y/n will you give me the honor of becoming my wife" you gasped nodded eagerly with your had whole replying " yes Doberman yes" ● he put the ring on and pulled you into his lap for a passionate kissing session  ● you two spent more time in the Bath popping tha champagne bottle together, planing and enjoying the time with each other

#one piece #one piece marines #viceadmiral #marines #marineford #navyhq #onepiece #viceadmiraldoberman #vice admiral onigumo #vice admiral momonga #Vice admiral Yamakaji #Vice admiral Doberman #vice admiral strawberry #one piece meme #one piece hcs #x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader

[jokenotfunny]

“𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬!”

eddie munson x fem!reader (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

except yes i do. 😽

future warnings : suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , eddie being down bad 🫤, reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨 not much hotness yet 🫤

chapter 1 , chapter 2 , chapter 3 <- here now

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hawkins, indiana | hopper & el’s cabin | june 24 , 1986 | 6:57 a.m.

you walked up the path to hopper and el’s (now restored) cabin. you decided that the earlier you get this over with the better. plus, you wanted to spend the rest of the day packing.

you got to the door, getting ready to knock, when it inched open with el smiling at you.

“hey. he’s getting ready for work.” she smiled, hugging you as you walked into the house.

“oh, yeah! ‘chief hopper’ back in business huh?” you exclaimed, loud enough for him to hear. you heard his grunt and could practically feel his eye-roll from outside of his room.

“so! el, how are you doing? what are you up so early for?” you beamed.

she led you over to the table and sat across from you. before she could answer you though, hopper’s bedroom door slammed open, him grumbling as he saw you.

“you couldn’t have callled?” he said, looking for his badge.

“would you have answered? plus! i know you love seeing me, hop!” you shot back at him, with a bright smile.

rolling his eyes he walked into the bathroom, grumbling something along the lines of “s’too early to be that happy.” leaving you an el to giggle amongst yourselves at his usual grumpy attitude.

“alright. since i know you won’t take no for an answer and you’ve got all these kids’ parents under some kind of spell. here are the ground rules.” he started, looking pointedly at the two of you, as you and el shared an excited glance.

“no powers. i’m serious, we’ve all been through too much this past year, and we don’t need any government pricks on our asses anymore, got it?” he said sternly, receiving a rapid head nod from the two of you.

“two. no boys, alright?! i mean it! i’ve been having a particularly great time with this “no-mike” agenda you’ve been following, and i’d like to keep it that way.” he pointed at el.

“and three- uhh, well i don’t remember three right now but when i do, i’ll call you okay!” he exclaimed frustratingly, trying to find his badge still.

“here.” you said, getting up from the table, and bringing it over to him. “i’ll pin it.” you said simply, figuring he wanted to say something out of el’s earshot.

“will you be her counselor?” he asked you, quietly. seeing that she was preoccupied with something else at the moment.

“i don’t know yet, but like i told joyce. i’ll find a way to change it if i have to.” you replied nonchalantly.

“what exactly does that mean?” he responded, with his eyebrows raised.

“i guess we’ll find out!” you chirped, making him sigh, shaking his head. “she’ll be safe alright? all of them will be, i promise.” you said seriously.

he said, making you look at him. “you’re like a weird…niece or something to me, okay? and harrington sort of grew on me a little. the point is, i need all of you to stay safe."

“that was an odd compliment, but i’ll take it.” you said, smiling.

“yeah, yeah. no more coming to my house at 7 a.m.! seriously, it’s weird that you remembered my schedule.” he said, after bidding his goodbye for the day, to you and el, getting in his truck and heading off.

turning to el, who you see was just about to heat up some eggos, you asked her, “hey, why don’t you, max, and i go do something fun?”

“right now? shouldn’t i be packing?” she asked incredulously reading the time to be 7:06. “and isn’t it too early?”

“yeah, right now! you can pack later, you have two weeks still! and it’s never too early, el. you go get ready i’ll be in the car!” you exclaimed as you both went in opposite directions.

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hawkins, indiana | your car -> your aunt’s bakery | 7:13 a.m.

“so why exactly did you two come running into my room, and kidnap me from my house, like psychopaths this morning?” max asked from the backseat. el only looked back at her shrugging her shoulders.

“she didn’t tell me either.” she responded, as they were now both looking at you, curiously.

“we’re not getting the boys, are we? because they’re great and all but i don’t wanna deal with mike’s attitude this early in the morning.” max asked after you never responded.

“yeah, me neither.” el added looking out the window, making you and max meet each other’s eyes in the rearview mirror, with similar shocked expressions.

“well good thing it’s just gonna be us three, then! we’re here!” that being all you said, before pulling onto main street and stopping in front of a closed bakery.

you got out of the car without a word, leaving the girls rushing behind you, as you ran up to the doors.

“uhh, y/n what are you doing?” el asked, as you suspiciously looked through the windows, before looking around the street for any wandeeing eyes.

“quick get in!” you whisper-yelled even though nobody was around, pushing the girls into the bakery.

“y/n?? what’s going on?!” max exclaimed, as you locked the doors behind you before turning to them triumphantly, with your hands on your hips, as if you just saved them from something.

“we’ve got the whole bakery to ourselves for an hour!” you exclaimed giddily leading them to a booth and going towards the kitchen, asking them what they wanted.

“see, during the summer my aunt doesn’t open the bakery till 9, meaning that nobody’s gonna come in until about 8:15 to 8:30. so as long as we’re out of here before her or harry comes in, we should be fine!” you said, excitedly before sneering at harry’s name, causing max to chuckle at you clear distaste for the boy.

“who’s harry?” el asked max, curiously.

“her snitch cousin that tells her aunt every little thing she does.” max and el laughed at your glare, remembering all the different times he tormented you.

“like this one time, junior year! i guess he caught eddie and i making out at the drive-in or something, and he snitched! he told my aunt, and then she told my parents, and then they grounded me, because i told them them that i went with nancy.” you pouted, remembering the way your parents yelled at you for hours over the three-way call, being that they had been out of town for their jobs, at the time.

as you worked in the kitchen, they’d assumed you worked yourself up at the memory, because they heard a distant grumble of “he’s just mad he doesn’t get any like i do!” and a “shit!” followed behind the clatter of pans falling, leaving them to giggle amongst themselves. you smiled to yourself, happy to see them a little more carefree than they had been in the last few months.

hawkins, indiana | still at your aunts bakery | 7:59 a.m

you three had spent the majority of the hour, talking, making plans for camp, what you’d do when you got back, and gossiping about your boyfriends before you’d heard a car pull up in front of the bakery. you all peeked out the blinds, seeing someone get out of a sleek black car.

“who’s that?” el asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“fucking harry! that kiss-ass! probably coming in early to suck up to his mother. ” you panicked jumping out of the booth, knowing he saw your car.

“shit! what do we do!” max exclaimed, as her and el jumped out of the booth as well.

“uhh, alright, you two go out the back door and wait in the side alley, here take my keys.” you said throwing them to her, as you quickly gathered the dishes you used and went to the kitchen.

“wait, what about you?” they asked confusedly seeing you stay behind the counter, ready for him to come in.

“any chance i get to fuck with harry, i’ll take. wait for him to come inside before you go to the car, i’ll meet you out there in a sec!” you said closing the door behind them.

and like clockwork, you heard the door ring, signalling your cousin’s entrance.

“hey, cuz!” you exclaimed. making him jump at the sudden intrusion.

“what are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously, looking around for someone else.

“i was doing the display case for aunt char, today? what does it look like i’m doing?” you said nonchalantly, seeing el and max quickly get into your car through the window behind him.

“it looks like you’re trespassing. you better not be defiling my mother’s fine establishment with your trashy boyfriend!” he accused. ahh, so that’s who he was looking for.

“first of all, i have a key too, dipshit." you deadpanned. “and my boyfriend’s not trashy, harry. what’s trashy is the college boy tina dumped you for, but hey! i can help you look for someone else!” you said with fake sympathy.

“fuck you.” he chuckled humorlessly, giving up in his search for eddie, now joining you behind the counter. “i’ve got the rest.” he said, taking over.

“love you too, cuz!” you said, patting him on the shoulder, before walking past him and to the front, quickly grabbing your bag, and rushing to your car.

“i love him, but talking to him, sometimes makes me wanna kill him." you sighed, pulling out of your parking space and heading back towards forest hills.

you three spent the car ride cracking jokes about your cousin, before getting to max’s house.

“thanks for this morning, it was fun!” the girls exclaimed, “anytime! and we’ll have much more fun once we get to camp!” you exclaimed back, as they hugged you then got out and running inside.

you were about to head back to yours to finally start packing, being that you only had today, wednesday, and thursday to pack. but instead, you strolled over to eddie’s trailer, knocking on the door incessantly.

hearing eddie stomp through the trailer and towards the door, you backed up a little knowing that he was about to go off on whoever he thought was banging on his door this early, probably mrs. nolan (yes she exists here too 😭)

“grace, you fucking barbarian- oh! hey, babe!” he recovered, seeing you standing there laughing.

“i don’t think mrs. nolan would like you calling her by her first name, ed.” you laughed, walking into the trailer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yeah, well she already doesn’t like me so- who really cares, ya know?” he said, cupping your face and bringing it to his in a firm kiss, attempting to guide you towards his room.

“mmm.. nope! no! eddie, i told myself i would pack today and nothing will stop me!” you yelped untangling yourself from him and leaning on the wall. “besides, you need to pack too! so hop to it lover boy, we can make out later.” you said, beginning to walk back towards the door.

“well, actually!” he exclaimed, catching you by the waist and turning you back towards the wall, leaving no room to escape. “ i finished packing last night.” he said nonchalantly.

“…really?” you deadpanned.

“yeah! contrary to our friends beliefs, i am actually excited to go to camp..uh. well i forgot the name but i’m excited to go!” he explained.

“oh, i see! so long story short, you and robin raced to see who could finish packing first.” you said, remembering the conversation you and robin had the night before.

‘your stupid, bambi-eyed boyfriend thinks that he can finish packing before me, and i need to prove him wrong!” she had exclaimed through the receiver.

“yeah, and i won, so she can shove it!” he defended, showing you his packed bags sitting on the side of his bed.

“okay, fine. you can come home with me then.” you said finally finding a way past him, making your way back to your car. from the corner of your eye you saw him fist bump into the air. “but only to watch and help me pack!” you clarified.

“aw, come on!” he exclaimed, sulking as he followed you to your car.

hawkins, indiana | y/l/n residence | 10:53 a.m.

“eddie quit flinging my bras at robin’s head!” you scolded him, from inside your closet. finally finding the pair of shorts you were searching for, you turned back to the duffle bag on your bed, only to find it missing all of your underwear.

“robin why are you putting them on?! get them off your head?! put them back in the duffel bag!” you scolded the both of them.

how you ended up in this mess, was becoming a blur to you. see, after you drove eddie and you back to your house, you found robin sitting on your porch swing.

once spotting each other, eddie and robin’s eyes blazing, surely enough getting ready to fight about who was the quicker packer, thankfully you were able to ask her what she was doing at your house beforehand. she explained that she was bored, and wanted to help you come pack which led to the new argument of “who’s the better assistant?”

the answer being; neither of them. see, it started off well enough. you would pull something out and they’d give you a thumbs up or a thumbs down, and then one of you would fold it and put it in your bag. that was until you walked to your bathroom to gather your toiletries and robin decided to pelt a pair of rolled-up socks at a slowly drifting eddie’s forehead, which led to him slingshotting a bra at her and from there a war started and had been going on for half an hour now.

with you scolding them and them trying to defend themselves by talking over each other, none of you heard the front door open, or nancy and steve announcing their arrival. the two shared a confused look at the sounds of yelling, cursing and things crashing to the floor before making their way up the stairs and to your room. 

the sight that beheld them once they got to the doorway of your bedroom could be described as a lot of things - one of your bras got tangled in robin's hair in an attempt to get it off, so you made eddie assist her. but then he yanked it a little too hard, leaving robin to yank his hair with even more force. so now they're wrestling on the floor while you ignore them and continue to pack your things.

at that moment the only thing that either of them could muster was -

"the fuck are you guys doing?"

"packing" said simultaneously, by the three of you.

"oh right, how could i have missed that?" steve quips sarcastically . "anyways," he looked towards you, "have you seen my bat? i swear the last place i left it was robin's house, but i can't find it!"

"oh! yeah i have it, follow me!" you said flippantly, leading him out of your room.

nancy just chuckled in amusement at steve's excitement for something so odd, and started to fold and put the things robin and eddie messed up back in your bag, while robin and eddie just watched on confusedly.

"yeah, she brought it over here because her mom almost found it a few weeks ago." you finished explaining to steve as you two walked back into your room.

"oh ho ho, is that steve's infamous life-saving bat i've heard so much about?" eddie admonished.

"well, technically i guess it's jonathan's bat that i ended up making my own?" steve replied trying to remember who it's original owner was.

"uhh no? it's my bat." nancy said, looking at steve pointedly, willing him to remember.

"ahhh great memories, huh guys." you sighed out.

"yeahhhh." they sighed out wistfully.

"okay i know you guys have been to hell and back for the past few years," robin started

"on multiple occasions!" eddie included.

"but nancy has her guns, steve has his bat, and what about us three?" she finished.

"hey, leave me out of that, i have my knives!" you said offended.

"since when?" eddie challenged you, making you scoff no start to look under your bed.

"since always, i'm actually shocked you haven't noticed, eddie." nancy furrowed her eyebrows.

"yeah there's literally no way in the world you haven't felt them before with the way you're always groping her." steve added.

"wait you keep them on you?!" robin exclaimed.

"yep, always!.. ha! i found my unused ones!" you exclaimed, before bouncing up, and plopping yourself, along with a large fancy wooden box with a glass case, onto your bed.

you opened it showcasing all of your different knives to them. "these are just my new ones, but here we have my throwing knives, my butterfly knife, my bowie knives-

"hey didn't you have a few trench knives too?" nancy asked pointing to a few empty spots in your case.

"yeahh, remember you showed them to nance and i a few months back!" steve snapped his fingers in rememberance.

"oh shit, yeah! I had pulled them out when all that vecna crap first started! But in all that chaos I guess I never ended up using them.." you trailed off as the three of you began wordlessly looking around your room for them, not even noticing robin and eddie's silent, but haste escape.

"d'you pack...stuff too?" a frightened eddie asked, huddled against robin, once they got to the safety of your kitchen.

"no... did you?" robin asked, equally as frightened.

"hell no! the most damage I did, was pack a shit ton of blank dnd character sheets that i was gonna make my kids fill out against their will!" eddie whisper shouted.

"so we can both agree that, that's not as normal as they're making it seem, right?" she whispered.

the both of them stared at each other in silent understanding, before jumping at the sound of their names.

"hey... where did rob and ed's go?" steve asked.

before either of the three could call out to them however, robin and eddie booked it out of your house, whether to get things to be at your level, or to find the three of you professional, therapeutic help was only something that eddie and robin could answer.

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a/n : this took me for fucking EVER, i am literally so sorryyyy. i'm not even on hiatus , i've just been so busy with my senior year and i get so tired when i come home, that i'll have so many plots and ideas and all that stuff but not add them. OR i'll add something to one of my stories, save it, and then not look at it for weeks 😭😭 but yeah, i should definitely be updating more from now. i'm working on the next few chapters of "like a virgin" as well !

ALSO next chapter their finally on their way to camp people 😼😼😼 the build up is OVER (kinda 🤫)

taglist : @1rekk @gardenof-venus @queenariesofnarnia @creativedogs @moraonmarz @lieblingsmensch-xoxo @itswhateversworld @blkroyalty1 @ashthespaceastronaut @serpenttiens-libary @offbrandgod @blackreaderatrisk @allthecoolkidsimagines @witchymoonbabe @i-reblog-fics-i-like

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x black!reader

[viatagrinner]

Leon Dompteur. Propose to you. Ch. 1-3. Premium End. His Pov

Chapter 1.

Evening Party.

Leon, having become king, became even busier than usual.

Leon went away to talk to the Duke.

(I don't want Leon to defend me. I want to be someone who can support Leon.)

Ever since MC became Leon's lover, she has been trying every day: learning domestic politics, languages, practicing manners and dancing, socializing with aristocrats.

MC befriended two ladies her age.

The heroine met Celia and Arlette/Allette. The two girls, usually the center of attention, were hiding today. Their fathers are quarreling, for Arlette has "stolen" Celia's fiancé.

But Celia is not worried about that; it is only a "symbolic" engagement. What's worse is that she won't be able to talk to her friend.

MC tries to console Celia. The noble ladies laugh and praise the heroine for her kindness. This is why she was chosen by the king.

The heroine is saddened to herself; she is not an official fiancée, but only a lover.

(Leon never brings it up.)

Leon appears, having apologized to the ice, he takes her to the Duke.

He introduces her as his "beloved."

The Duke is pleased with the girl. He has heard that she is a commoner, but it does not seem so.

Leon: Yeah, I'm proud of you, sweetheart.

As he embraced her, the king smiled.

Leon: With MC next to me, I can see a bright future no matter what the situation is.

Leon: I feel motivated to work hard to achieve that future. Isn't that great?

Leon and the Duke laughed. The nobleman's expression softened.

(Leon is beautiful, after all.)

She has so much to learn to become a woman worthy to stand beside him.

The girl did not notice how Leon, looking at her, became thoughtful.

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Leon's room. After party.

They, sitting on the bed, discuss the party.

MC: Did I act right?

Leon: What do you think?

MC: I think I did okay.

Leon: Then that's your answer. I said I was proud of you, and I wasn't lying.

Leon: Also, it's true that I always see a bright future when you're here.

Leon: Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I feel happy.

Firmly, hugging MC her lover laid her down on the sheets.

Leon: ....MC, I love you.

Leon: [quotes novel] If I don't get your love, I'd rather kill myself. Without y.our love, life is empty.

MC: I love Leon. As long as I have Leon's love, I'm happy no matter where I am or what I do.

Kissing and sex. [But it's free sex, so other than "they shared each other's warmth", nothing was written. 😒]

When the girl woke up, she saw that her man was awake and looking at her affectionately.

(My sleeping face he saw. It's embarrassing.)

MC: Leon, why are you looking at me?

Leon: Ah, you're so cute when you sleep.

After stroking her head, the king changed his tone.

Leon: I have a favor to ask of you.

He wants to have a tea party, it's an important job and if a girl needs advice or help let her feel free.

It's a very important job, MC thinks. It's a big responsibility.

(So Leon believes in me.)

MC: Great. I'll do my best.

(I really want to be the woman who can support Leon....)

Leon: Thank you.

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The days went by...

She was selecting nobles, making lists, choosing menus and locations for the tea party.

MC was tired, but satisfied. Each day is very busy.

(By working hard every day...I was able to grow properly.)

And Leon noticed that.

Chapter 2.

The night before the tea party.

Leon came to MC bedroom, he made tea.

(My favorite herbal tea....)

MC asks Leon why he doesn't ask how the preparations for the party are going.

Instead of answering, he kisses her. And asks the girl to be more confident.

Leon: I won't let you do what you think you can't do.

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Tea Party Day.

The tables are decorated with flowers, sweets... There are lots of smiles all around.

However, two men are arguing... MC sees her prince.

(... Normally Leon would have taken the initiative to run the place, right? But right now he's not doing anything.)

(That's because...you trust me and leave everything to me.)

These two, former friends, are the fathers of Celia and Aletta/Arletta.

But MC notices that they are more concerned with themselves than with their daughters.

What would Leon have done at that moment? After all, he is so good at winning people's hearts.

Under the silent approval of her lover, she approaches the two men.

Saying that she is a friend of Aletta and Celia. They were open and friendly to her.

MC: I want them to think for themselves and act accordingly, not follow the crowd...

MC: I respect those girls who take care of their "true happiness".

MC: You can see the mutual respect they have for each other.

The two men are looking down, silent. Maybe there's a chance they'll reconcile. In the meantime, they left... The festivities continued. Someone tapped the girl on the shoulder.

Leon complimented her. MC admitted that she was imitating him.

MC: When you convince people, Leon always leaves the final decision to the other person, right?

Leon: Hahaha... imitating me, right? Good idea, right?

MC: Just as Leon was watching me from the sidelines, I was watching Leon from the closest point of view.

Leon: After the tea party is over, I want to talk to you about something.

Chapter 3. Premium End. His POV

A few days before the tea party.

After the party. MC is lying next to Leon, and he is scrolling through recent events in his head.

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Flashback:

He sees MC chatting with Alette and Celia. And he hears them talking. How they praise MC, how they say she and Leon are right for each other.

End of flashback.

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He has wanted to make the girl his fiancée for a long time, but waits until "her heart is ready."

MC is a serious hard worker.

If she takes on the burden of being the king's bride without feeling confident, she will drive herself into a corner.

Leon sees that his beloved has the good ability to be queen.

As she sleeps, Leon strokes her head. MC smiles.

(Laughs. Maybe she's having a good dream.)

Nevertheless, a plan has emerged in his mind. He wants MC to organize a tea party.

He believes that organizing the event can help her feel confident.

Watching MC's energetic work in her spare time has become his secret pleasure every day.

Jin: MC, you've been working hard lately. Is it for him? You're so sweet and energetic.

Jin approaches and throws a teasing glance at the prince, to which Leon smiles back.

Leon: Yeah, isn't she cute?

(I love watching MC work so hard.)

(That you're there for me is really the most important thing.)

(But..... It's an undeniable fact that if you become the King's wife it will be a heavy burden on you.)

(I know you have the strength to overcome difficulties.)

(Besides, even if you say you will do your best, I want to support you.)

Jin: Leon, you are so happy.

Leon: Oh, I'm happy. It's all because of her.

(Yeah...I'm happy.)

(...But I want to be happier. And I want to make her happy too.)

It turned out that the outfits and rings were ready a long time ago.

(Sorry, greedy lover?)

MC saw Leon and threw herself into his arms.

(I'll be sure to make you happy. So, excuse me?)

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Tea Party Ceremony.

The two nobles quarreled, but MC showed wisdom and perseverance, and reconciled them.

(You certainly have what it takes to be a queen.)

When he told her of his sincere feelings, the heroine's eyes lit up like a child's.

She told him that what helped her cope was the thought of how Leon would have handled the situation. She could study him because she was the closest one.

Leon, on the other hand, thinks about how he wants it to be forever, that both he and MC are there for each other.

Leon: After the tea party is over, I want to talk to you about something.

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On the balcony.

Leon puts a ring on the girl's finger without a word.

She is shocked.

Leon: If you know what I mean?

MC's cheeks turn red.

Leon: I'm the only one who can make you happier than anyone else, right?

(I'll take all of you, just as you took all of me.)

(I'll take all the loneliness and sadness and turn them into happiness with my own hands.)

After that he kissed her fingers.

(I want to make you my own.)

(I want you to feel my love, I want you to melt, I want you to be able to think of nothing else.)

Leon: Of course, this ring is proof that you and I are going to live together. And it's proof that I will love you for life.

Leon: I swear I'll make you happier than anyone else in the world.

MC is trembling. The prince embraces her.

Leon: Every day I will teach you a happiness that surpasses "yesterday".

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Leon himself began to prepare the wedding. He invited his brothers, chose a place, and asked Sariel to be a witness/to perform the ceremony.

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Engagement Day.

Leon walked beside MC, who was wearing an engagement dress.

Eventually, as they walked up the aisle, they swore their love and exchanged rings.

In the solemn setting, Sariel and the brothers watch Leon and MC with gentle smiles.

(I was alone, but now I have everyone's blessing and I can be with the one I love.)

(Even if I told the old me, he wouldn't believe me. Such a dream cannot exist...)

(This is my, and only my, happiness.)

(I have MC, and I am here because I am living my life.)

(Because "me" is a different person than that Leon.)

Leon: I love you with all my heart. The fact that I love you is what makes me who I am.

Leon: I'll never let you go. Stay close to me, okay?

(I won't let you go... I can't let you go.)

Then they signed their engagement letter, and the engagement ceremony ended safely.

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Leon: From now on, don't take your eyes off me, okay?

Leon: Because I'm not letting you out of my sight either. For the rest of my life, right?

(I want to see your smile, your sad face, your angry face. I love you just the way you are.)

Leon: Let's continue to make life more interesting than a story, just the two of us, hand in hand.

MC: Yeah. I'll... I'll never let go of that hand.

The moment MC took his hand, a wind blew in from somewhere, bringing with it many petals.

(That sounds like a blessing, doesn't it?)

In the midst of the beautiful scene of falling flower petals, Leon thought of a bright future and smiled at MC.

#ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #ikepri translation #leon dompteur #ikemen leon #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon

[primroseparker]

I Wish I Were… || TASM!Peter Parker x female!reader (Part 2)

Summary: After accidentally listening to your heartbreak song, Peter realizes he needs to make things right with you before you push him away forever. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mostly angst but also has fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love lol

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long, I hope you guys like it! And thank you to everyone who read the first part and requested a part 2 :)

Read part 1 here!

That night—the night that had changed everything for you—was spent with racing thoughts, unable to get Peter out of your mind; tossing and turning, your body aching to be in the arms of someone you couldn’t have. Your chest felt constricted, unable to expand enough to fill your lungs. It felt like your heart had been punctured thousands of times over by tiny pins. It felt like your whole body was heavier than usual, making it harder for you to get up from your bed. That strange, new feeling was something you couldn't name because it was unlike anything you had experienced before. It was difficult to place a name on it, but eventually, you figured out what it was. You had read about it in books hundreds of times and listened to many songs about it, so you thought you understood the emotion pretty well. But nothing could prepare you for the crushing sensation of unrequited love. Seeing and hearing about it was much different than actually experiencing it. 

As the night went on, the pain became too much to bear. Would that feeling ever go away? How could you ever look Peter in the eye and not let the overwhelming sense of despair crush you? You knew that you needed to stay away from him to heal from such a deep wound. Seeing him again would only make matters worse for you. Eventually, the flow of tears slowed down and you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, your tear-stained pillow only served as a reminder of the heartache from the night before. It made you solidify your plans: you had to stay away from your best friend before the pain would break you. Self-preservation—something you had never been good at but would now have to master. Now, as you look out your window and watch the golden rays of the sun give a bright color to the clouds, a single teardrop falls from your eye. Saying goodbye to the person you loved the most would be easier said than done. 

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“Come on, please pick up,” Peter mutters as he holds his phone to his ear. It rings once, twice, and then goes to voicemail. 

“Hey! You’ve reached y/n. Leave a message at the beep, and then wait by your phone until I call you back. Could be minutes, could be years. Beep!” you laugh. 

“Y/n, please pick up. It’s been days since I’ve heard from you. Why did you disappear that night of the festival? If you’re mad at me, it’s completely fine. But please, I just need to know you’re okay. You have no idea how–” a beep cuts him off. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. 

A notification pops up on his screen.

Hey Pete. There’s a showing of that movie you like so much, Back to the Future, I think. Do you wannna go tonight? <3

His heart drops as he reads the name of your favorite movie. It was something reserved for the two of you. Other friends had their own special songs, but the two of you had a special movie. He had told Gwen about it only because he was so eager to share as much about himself as possible. At the time, he was only thinking about winning her over. He thought that his taste in movies and music would impress her and it certainly had. But he now regretted ever mentioning that to her. 

I can’t tonight Gwen, sorry.

Oh, when will you be free?

I’m not sure.

Are you feeling alright?

Yes.

Well, just let me know if you’d like me to come over. I could bring your favorite snacks.

Peter?

Just when he thought he couldn’t feel any more guilty. He liked Gwen very much. Her bubbly personality was captivating to him. She made him happy, but not like you did. He had been thinking for the past few days, really analizing the way he felt about you and the way he felt about Gwen. He had been crushing on you since that day you had stood up for him in the third grade. But as time went on, he realized you would never see him as more than just a friend. Which explained why he decided to flirt with other girls; he had hoped to move on from his silly crush because he couldn’t handle losing your friendship. He had hoped to find that with Gwen, which is why he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend. What he didn’t expect, however, was your reaction to the situation. Never in a million years would he have guessed that your feelings went beyond friendship. Was there a way to fix what he had done? Could his wish finally become true, a life with you by his side as his girlfriend rather than only his friend?

As he remains seated on his couch thinking about you, the ringing of his phone brings him out of his reverie. When he sees your name on the screen, he quickly answers the call.

“Hey,” you whisper. 

“Hey,” he breathes out, relieved to finally hear your voice. “Are you okay? Wait, that’s a stupid question. Of course you’re not okay. Look, I just want you to know that I’m really sorry for what happened that night at the fair with Gwen. But you shouldn’t have–”

“Wha– What are you talking about, Peter?” you stammer, your heart pounding. How could he know about the way you were feeling? You hadn’t said anything to him. Had he somehow figured out that you liked him? Was he about to reject your feelings once and for all?

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I just called to say that I think we shouldn’t be friends anymore,” you continue without missing a beat. “I just don’t think you need me anymore,” you laugh humorlessly. 

“What the hell are you talking about, y/n? How did you even come up with that idea?” he asks angrily.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve been avoiding me these past months.” 

He scoffs, “That’s not true.”

“Really? Then why have you canceled our plans so often? You seriously can’t tell me it wasn’t because of her.”

A moment of silence follows. “See? You can’t even deny it because you know I’m right. I’m just making things easier for the both of us,” you say. “Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I’m sorry for being such an inconvenience. I hope everything goes well for you. Take care of yourself,” you say in a broken whisper. 

“Wait y/n, I’m–” he says but is quickly interrumpted by the sound of the call ending.

He stares at his phone is disbelief. 

Had he just lost you forever? His best friend, the love of his life—how could he ever go back to his “normal” life without you in it? You were his rock. You stood by him when he struggled through the loss of his uncle; you were there every time he had come home bloody and bruised after his night patrols. You were there for every birthday; for every accomplishment and for every disappointment. You made him laugh until his stomach ached and he couldn’t breathe anymore. And it was all because he couldn’t bring himself to be truthful about the way he felt. 

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Three months had passed since you and Peter had last spoken with each other. Peter sat on the top of the Empire State Building, thinking back to the conversation he had with Gwen days after your last conversation. 

“Oh,” she said after he explained everything and confessed his love for you. “I guess that makes sense,” she said with a small smile. 

“You knew?” Peter asked in surprise.

“Well, a few months after we started talking, which was right after you stopped bragging about how great your movie and music taste was,” she rolled her eyes while she smirked, “all you could talk about was y/n. About how great she was, how she liked doing this and she liked doing that. I just didn’t put it together until after the night of the festival. The way you went after her right away and became suddenly very distant made sense. You were in love with her,” she said as she shrugged. 

“I’m so sorry, Gwen. I never meant to hurt either of you,” he said in a broken voice. Even Gwen could see just how badly Peter felt about the whole situation. 

“I know, Peter,” she reassured him as she placed a hand on his arm as a way to comfort him. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just make sure she’s fine, alright? Give her time, of course. But make sure that she knows how you truly feel about her.”

“I will,” he whispered with tears in his eyes.

“We can remain friends, right?” she asked in a timid voice.

“Of course we can,” he said as the two shared a small smile. 

He did give you your space. For about two weeks, anyway. After that, he just tried to reach you by call, text, and even went as far as going to your apartment every day. But you never answered. It was like you were a ghost. For three months all he could think about was you. Your laugh and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Your angelic voice as you sang your original songs. How your eyes looked when the sun hit just the right angle. How he often had trouble concentrating on what you were telling him because all he could think was how your lips would feel against his. 

He sighs as his mind comes back to the present. He puts his mask back on and launches himself into the air, shooting a web at a building and heads back to his place. As he swings from building to building, he looks down to the streets once in a while to check that everything is as it should be. Then, the sight of a familiar jacket catches his eye. You were well hidden from most people, in an alley that most would not bother to even look at. Hope begins to creep up on him, knowing that this was his chance to make things right. Then he hears your muffled sob. Concern and worry replaces any hapiness he had felt upon seeing you.

He drops to the ground on the opposite end of the alley as to not startle you, but fails miserably. You scream when a tall figure enters your peripheral vision. 

“It’s me! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, y/n,” Peter says as he approaches you slowly. 

You turn your head and quickly wipe your tears in an attempt to hide the fact that you were crying just a few seconds ago.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve just been really jumpy lately,” you mutter. You turn your head and finally look at him. You both stare at each other for what feels like years before speaking. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry for being such an awful friend. I’m sorry for being so distant and avoidant for months. It’s just that…I was so in love with you that it scared the shit out of me. I was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way so I looked for happiness in other people, like Gwen,” he rushes out in a single breath. “But it never changed the way I felt about you. I just didn’t have the guts to tell you and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for not telling you I liked you too.”

You stare at him in shock for a few seconds. “That you liked me too? How the hell did you find out that I liked you in the first place?” you ask.

He blushes underneath his mask and brings a hand to the back of his neck, a nervous tick that was pointless because all he could feel was the spandex. “The night of the festival… well, I–I was just worried about you, so I went to your apartment. You didn’t open the window, which worried me even more. I went in and heard you singing one of your songs.”

Even though he hadn’t taken his mask off, you could tell he was embarrased by his tone of voice. 

“Oh,” you mutter, feeling the heat rise to your face.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that, but you left without saying anything and–” he is cut off by the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I’m sorry for shutting you out like that, Pete” you say into his chest.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for hurting you like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

You look up at him. “I guess we’re just two idiots in love, huh?” you laugh.

“I guess we are,” he snorts with laughter. He looks both ways before he grips the bottom of his mask and pulls it off in a swift motion.

His brown, doe eyes look into yours, showing the depth of his affection. He takes your face in his hands, holding you as if you were a precious gem. He tilts his head towards you, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“I love you so much. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re more than enough, love,” he croons.

“I love you too,” you whisper as your his lips brush against yours. Your eyes flutter to a close and your lips finally meet his. 

It was better than you could possibly imagine. Like heartbreak, no amount of fairytales or songs could have prepared you for the love and happiness you felt with that kiss. It was a kiss of reconciliation, love, and full of hope for a future together.

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[wyzei]

(possibly) blooming

pairing: ayamiya warnings: none likes + rbs appreciated summary !! ayaka is abandoned at a festival and a certain naganohara girl swoops in and saves the night. note: this isn't super romantic, it's more of a "omg they have feelings for each other" kind of vibe... of a fic. because this is the first thing for genshin i've written in months i didn't want to risk a huge sappy fic

Ayaka fiddled with her closed fan as she wandered Amakane Island. Ever since the festival with the Traveler, she had been unable to forget the experience. In a way, she had made a promise to herself that night—that she would make a real effort to experience more of Inazuma’s celebrations in the future. And she did.

Or, she was trying to.

“Ayato?” she called, her voice barely carrying over the thrum of music and happy crowds. “Thoma?” Where had they gone? Her brother had made such a big deal of this celebration, ensuring that neither he nor Ayaka would be busy so they could both attend, but now he was nowhere to be found. Their retainer was suspiciously missing as well. Was this how it was supposed to go, truly? She clutched her closed fan to her chest as she wove through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for either one of the men, but after some time searching, it seemed futile.

Maybe she should go back to the Kamisato estate. After all, she wasn’t good at things like this when she was alone, and she would’ve thought her own brother was aware of that. She supposed not. Ayaka hoped that some emergency hadn’t taken Ayato away from the celebrations, but it seemed likely, especially since Thoma was missing as well. It must be bad. If something required Ayato’s attention, he would normally ask that Thoma stay by Ayaka. Right? Oh, now she was worried. What if they’d been targeted, what if—

“Ayaka! Hey!” The familiar bubbly voice brought a slight calm to Ayaka’s heart.

“Ah, Yoimiya.” Ayaka smiled as Yoimiya stumbled up to her with a small child clinging to her leg, another held up against her side. “Who are your friends?” 

“Oh! This is Saiya,” Yoimiya introduced, nodding her head toward the girl in her arms.

“I’m Matsuzaka!” shouted the boy wrapping himself around her leg. Yoimiya just giggled.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Ayaka tucked her fan away, figuring she looked a bit silly using it as a lifeline. “Um, have you seen Ayato or Thoma anywhere? I came to the festival with them, but they’ve disappeared on me, and…” 

A flicker of understanding passed through Yoimiya’s eyes. “Hey, kids, why don’t you go find some of your other friends? There are plenty of games I’m sure you haven’t played yet!” After some convincing, both Saiya and Matsuzaka ran off to find other children to play with. Yoimiya stepped closer to Ayaka with a grin.

“Don’t worry! I’ll stick with you until they show up, okay? I’m sure they’re fine.” She said it with such a casual tone that Ayaka could only smile in return. 

“Thank you, Yoimiya.”

She just let out another laugh, grabbing Ayaka’s hand and gently leading her toward some of the activities offered by the celebration. The first stall featured all sorts of food, the second featured small toys probably intended for children, and subsequent stalls after that all peddled clothes and other accessories. “Just promise me you’ll stay long enough for the fireworks! I hope you find your brother so he can enjoy them, too.”

Ayaka nodded. “Of course! Your fireworks were partially why I came. They… well, I’m just excited to see them, is all.”

“You are?” Yoimiya swung their interlocked hands, which brought Ayaka’s attention to them. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant by any means, but it caused her cheeks to warm. She averted her gaze from Yoimiya with a small nod. It elicited another bright laugh, which only made Ayaka more flustered. “That’s amazing! You’ll definitely love this show, then. I got a little experimental.”

“Aren’t you always experimental?” Ayaka questioned. Yoimiya grinned.

“More than usual this time. Hey, do you want dango?”

The festivities went by in a blur. Ayaka felt nervous the entire time, sure, but the worries for Ayato and Thoma had long since been forgotten as Yoimiya chatted with her, talking about anything and everything all at once. It was nice to be around someone so bubbly and energetic. Not to mention Yoimiya’s experience with celebrations such as these. Who could ask for a better festival companion?

A decorated cloth band rested around the crown of Yoimiya’s head as she absentmindedly waved a festival ribbon through the air. They both sported little trinkets sold at the festival—some paid for, some given “on the house” for whatever reason—as they sat together in a secluded spot a short distance away from the main festival area.

“Trust me,” Yoimiya began, setting the ribbon down in the grass beside her, “this is the best spot to watch them.” 

The fireworks! Ayaka had nearly forgotten. A wave of giddiness ran down her back as she laughed a little, but Yoimiya pointed to the sky. “Five, four, three…”

Two seconds later, the first round of fireworks began. Bright shades of pink, gold, and orange lit up the darkened sky in various shapes. Fish, clovers, mora, and other, more traditional firework stars were shot up into the air. Each sound of the firework explosions thundered in Ayaka’s chest, but the startling bangs did nothing to startle her out of her trance as she watched the show with wide eyes. 

In fact, she was so enthralled that she barely noticed Yoimiya leaning toward her. “The best part is at the end,” she muttered, only just louder than the fireworks. Ayaka looked at her friend, only for their proximity to send another blush onto her cheeks.

“O-Oh, really?” Ayaka swallowed. Yoimiya just giggled and leaned away.

Soon enough, the fireworks had all been shot, and it seemed as if the show was over. Ayaka’s brows furrowed in confusion and she sent a glance at Yoimiya, who just shrugged noncommittally. She heard some chatter from other festival attendees, but the silence didn’t have long before the finale began.

It was another shocking wave of explosions, in quicker succession than before, but as the scene formed above her, all Ayaka could do was gasp. Each firework had been aimed deliberately to create an image of the nearby Grand Narukami Shrine but in lights. The tall mountain, the Sacred Sakura, everything, detailed in fiery shimmers. The image soon faded into smoke, but Ayaka turned to Yoimiya with an astonished expression.

“That was amazing! It was so detailed, it’s not like—wow!” Ayaka’s praise caused Yoimiya to sit up straighter, nodding furiously.

“I wanted to push myself this time, try to capture something more accurately to how it looks in real life. I think I might branch into putting people’s faces into fireworks next!” She stood up as the festivities began to calm down and come to a soft end. She offered a hand, which Ayaka took and helped herself up with. She didn’t let go, instead gently grasping Yoimiya’s hand with both of her own.

“Thank you for staying with me tonight.”

“Aha, don’t mention it!” Yoimiya waved it off, but Ayaka shook her head.

“No, I mean it… thank you. Please allow me to repay you.”

Yoimiya blinked. Ayaka took a deep breath before she leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of the other girl’s mouth. She leaned back with a red face.

“At least consider it, alright?” Ayaka continued. “I’ll admit I’m being a bit selfish asking because I really just want to see you again soon.”

Yoimiya let out yet another laugh, her own cheeks just as warm. “Sure! Yes, sure! Definitely!” She seemed excited then, shaking Ayaka’s hands around before she stepped back with a bounce. “Oh, there’s Thoma and Ayato! I guess there wasn’t anything to worry about.” She cleared her throat.

Ayaka turned to see her family retainer and brother not too far away, sucked into a conversation with some Yashiro representative. She’d forgotten all about them. She gave Yoimiya another soft smile. 

“I’ll go check on them. Please let me know when you’re free for an afternoon.” With that, she turned to join her brother in the conversation, ignoring the teasing smile she received when he saw who she’d been spending the festival with.

#ayaka x yoimiya #ayamiya #genshin impact #yoimiya naganohara #kamisato ayaka #kamisato ayato #thoma #wlw #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #genshin fluff #i also forgot how to tag on tumblr

[sonofthetrigod]

Things I Almost Remember: Year of Rosegarden 4 Picnic

@ayearofrosegarden

The sunlight is so bright she has to shield her eyes, but Ruby welcomes it. After the seemingly endless darkness of… well, she’s not sure how long it was, but Ruby doesn’t want to deal with the dark ever again. Oscar is beside her, smiling, a picnic basket in one hand and hers in the other. And it’s so, so perfect. Here they’re untouched by the war that was thrust upon them. Ruby briefly tries to remember where here is, but a large black butterfly flutters by drawing her attention away from the thought. It was a silly thing to worry about anyway, hadn’t she been fighting so she and her friends could smile again, just like this? But… Oscar is more than a friend, isn’t he? Isn’t that why they’re holding hands right now? Isn’t that why he looks at her like she’s his moon and stars?

Oscar tugs on Ruby’s hand, gently urging her forward. “Come on,” he says warmly. “It’s just this way.”

Ruby follows his lead, because it’s so nice seeing him smile so openly, so unabashedly. It’s not like him. His smiles are usually small, even when he’s genuinely happy. Especially lately… But… Why was that? What had happened? Ruby almost remembers… it’s on the tip of her tongue… “We’re here!” Oscar says cheerfully, and Ruby blinks. When had they gotten to the top of a hill? Had she really been that out of it? All around them the black butterflies quietly flit about, and this close Ruby can see white and red patterns on their wings. Something about that… Black… White… Red… Those colors mean something when they’re all together… “Would you like a cookie?” Oscar asks, suddenly holding a giant chocolate chip cookie. Ruby’s mouth waters. “I baked it just for you.”

Ruby takes a greedy bite. “So good,” she squeals, because it’s delicious. She hasn’t tasted something this yummy in… Ruby frowns. There’s that thought again. Why does she keep thinking it’s been so long since she was happy like this? The world is at peace. She’s… She’s with the person she loves. Her… What is Oscar to her? She can’t remember. She remembers loving him. Loving him so much it makes her heart ache, but… are they dating? How long have they been together, if so? And… why can’t she remember?

Oscar’s hand slides over hers. “Rubes, look at me,” he says gently. “It’s okay if you can’t remember. We’re here, together. Isn’t that what you want?” It is. She wants this so bad it breaks her heart, but… Oscar’s never… never called her…

“Mama, look!” a little voice says. A little boy plops himself on her lap, cradling one of the butterflies in his hands. Ruby’s silver eyes widen with shock. Tip… This little boy is Tip. In the scant peaceful moments where she dared to daydream of a future beyond the war (The war?) this little boy has been in those daydreams. A little boy with silver eyes like hers, and Oscar’s brown hair and freckles on the squishiest of cheeks. Her baby… Oscar’s baby… “Look, Mama! I caught one! Can I keep it, Mama? Pleeeeaassse?!”

He’s pouting so adorably that Ruby would probably give her little boy anything he wants in this moment. Oscar’s smiling at them both, his dark eyes twinkling merrily and- Dark eyes? Oscar? No, that isn’t right. Oscar’s eyes are supposed to be hazel. A pretty mix of gold and green, gleaming even more gold when he used his magic.

What… What is this? Where is she? And slowly, everything around her starts to vanish. Tip fades away, and even if she knows he’s a lie, it feels a bullet in her heart. The fake Oscar too. And the sunlight, and the grassy hill. All that’s left are her and the butterflies.

Now Ruby remembers. The butterflies are Grimm. Rare ones that trap you in a dream as they feed on your Aura. There’s no grassy field here. No light. No Oscar. The Dark Lands. She’s in the Dark Lands. They got attacked- The butterflies drain away more of her Aura causing her to slip back into a dream.

Oscar tugs on Ruby’s hand, gently urging her forward. “Come on,” he says warmly. “It’s just this way.”

#rgyear #rwby rosegarden #rwby #rosegarden #oscar pine #ruby rose

[victoriabyrnearth101]

Self-Love:

Conceptual: For this piece of art, I wanted to paint where I want to live someday. I have a dream of living somewhere rural, surrounded by nature and having a family there with me. I decided to draw a house with trees and a stream because I find them very serene. This piece represents where I am in my 20s because I am constantly thinking about living somewhere like this. I have so much of my life ahead of me that I feel inspired to start creating what I want for myself. I may want something else in the future, but for now my dream is to live out in the middle of nowhere where I am surrounded by beauty.

Aesthetic: For this piece, I wanted the water to be the main focus. I spent the most time on that because I wanted the water to look calm. I mixed many different blues together and when I mixed the paints, I did not focus on mixing them completely together so I would get different shades throughout the water. I did the same for the grass because I wanted there to be different shades throughout the grass as well. I had a little difficulty doing this with the brown in the trees and house, but I am happy with the shade I chose for those. I had a lot of fun adding different colors in the grass and the leaves. I was also happy with how the air in the background turned out. I mixed a grey and watered it down and dabbed it with a paper towel so it would look like there was a slight breeze so the background had more of a fall look.

Course: Reading the book, there are many aspects of color that we learned about. I wanted my color to be meaningful in this piece so I spent a lot of time finding the right shades for the vibe I was going with. I wanted there to be many different colors so I made the painting take place in fall and when the leaves are changing. I wanted to show the different colors in fall and I had a fun time mixing them into the grass and trees. I wanted the viewer to see the different colors throughout it and see it as vibrant and peaceful.

Spreading Love:

Conceptual: This piece is for one of my best friends, Alicia. She has a fun and crazy personality so I wanted to make something for her to show how much I appreciate her as a friend. She loves colorful things, especially art as she enjoys painting on her own. I wanted to make something for her that popped out and I wanted to make something that she would enjoy. I included a fun background and I wrote her favorite quote in cursive on it. I liked the quote for her because she is wonderfully weird. This was a lot of fun to make because when I started to paint it, I really did not know what direction it was going in. I usually have an idea of what I am going to do, but with this background I just went for it. I am giving this to Alicia on her birthday this week!

Aesthetic: Alicia loves vibrant and fun colors. I chose ones that were bright and ones that covered a lot of different colors. I made the background so that you can seek all the different colors but also grouped them together so you saw some contrast with them. I love writing in cursive and I wanted the quote to look pretty, so I did the lettering in cursive. I added the yellow into the background because I knew the white lettering would not show up in those sections. I switched to black writing for the yellow background. I did this because it makes the piece more fun. Since the quote is about being weird, I wanted some of the lettering to look a little weird.

Course: I enjoyed using paint, for both of these paintings and I wanted this piece to be a little quirky. I remember the advice I got on one of my art assignments was to add more quirkiness to the background, so I decided to make this entire background look quirky. I wanted all the colors to contrast together and even though I did not collage this piece, I wanted the background to look like the colors were collaged together. I tend to like to blend colors when I work on art, so I thought I would go a little outside of my comfort zone.

[uglytsumugi12]

shine▲polyhedric tri-lights 【prologue】

♢ characters: natsume, sora

♢ season: winter

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〈 Mid-january, Yumenosaki Academy - Underground library. 〉

Natsume: (The "Star" caRD, huH…?)

(I can't believe that both the Major Arcana and "Star" card are in their upright positiON. What a great way to start the monTH ♪)

(The meaning of this card is "hoPE". If actions are maDE, it will without a doubt lead to good resulTS.)

(It's up to the reader to make the most of iT.)

Sora: HaHa~! Shisho~, hello!

Are we still having lunch in Shisho's~ secret room¹~? Sora was so excited that he entirely prepared his bento!

HiHi~♪ Sora brought Mr. Octopus sausages, hamburgers… Most of the food is frozen, but Sora can guarantee you that lots of them are delicious. We could replace the side dishes if you'd like!

Natsume: FuFU. You are much more energetic than usual todAY, aren't YOU, SoRA?

Sorry to ruin your fUN, but you'll have to wait a bit longER. I have to work a little longER, and the outcome of it definitely seems triCKY…

Sora: Oh, Shisho~, is it by any chance fortune-telling work?

Natsume: YeS. I have to compile the omens in my magazine named "Natsume Sakasaki's Evening Fortune-TeLLING".

I have lots of other serializations to finISH. I have to get a little work done in between breAKS, or it'll be a pain to deal with latER, you KNOW?

Sora: As expected from Shisho~. Not only in Switch, but also in his solo work, he always makes everyone smile!

HuHu~♪ Fortune-telling is a wonderful thing that casts "magic of happiness" on people who read it, right~?

Sora wishes he could also make people happy just like Shisho does ♪

Natsume: Rest assuRED. Sora has such a bright smile on all the tiME, I am sure he already makes everyone hAPPY.

Alright, I'll stop thERE. Let's head to my dorm after tidying up everythING.

Sora: Oh, about that. Since Sora is here, would Shisho have the kindness to read Sora's fortune as well?

Natsume: I will gladly take upon Sora's requEST, howevER, may I ask what's troubling yOU?

Many of those who seek a prophecy from the oracle tend to carry distress with tHEM. If something is bothering yOU, I would gladly give you my adviCE.

Sora: Well, not really! Sora doesn't look worried, does he~?

The other day, you had everyone from ALKALOID play a game on the "Phantom Airship", didn't you?

Natsume: HM..? WeLL, it's true we had ALKALOID do some test play to set up goals for the "SS"…But does this have do to with anythING?

Sora: Yes! With all members of Switch now reunited and the "SS" over, life has been less busy. So, we thought it was the right time to think more about the future.

If Shisho reads Switch's future right now, maybe we will be able to understand it better later…

What do you think? It'd be nice to check it~♪

Natsume: AlriGHT. In that caSE, I'll tell you what I SEE.

I trust Sora with the management of SwiTCH. I agree that looking over Switch's future is indeed a good iDEA, as it might help us with making decisions laTER.

Sora: HeHe~. Thank you so much, Shisho~!

Natsume: Then let's beGIN. Shuffle the carDS, tHEN, place them face dOWN…

MHM. This card might be telling us somethING…

Sora: (? Shisho~'s "color” suddenly turned gloomy…)

Shisho~? What does the card mean?

Natsume: ApparentLY, things don't look as best as they could BE.

The card expressES "Menace from the pAST".

Events from the past will resurfACE, and I strongly believe it will cause some incident to happen to SwiTCH.

Sora: Oof~. Sorry that the reading didn't turn out well.

Sora wonders what that "Menace from the past is", and how it could affect Switch~.

Natsume: That's riGHT. It could be related to our past as a unit, but…

(Don't tell me this is related to Yumenosaki Academy's pAST? Or perhaps it's something related to the defeat of the Five EccentrICS, and it's now came back to haunt US.)

(..NO, it's hard to believe that my or Senpai's past could affect Switch as a whOLE. But thEN, what exactly does this omen MEAN…?)

Sora: Shisho~?

Natsume: OH, uM. I was just thinking about what this card meANT.

I thought that the card was trying to warn US, as this combination is awfully unusUAL.

Sora: HoHo~. That's a bummer, isn't it~?

But, don't worry. It'll be okay! Our unit has went through obstacles before, hasn't it?

Even if something bad happens, Sora's sure we'll be able to overcome it ♪ HaHiHuHeHo~☆

ー

1- i believe"secret room" refers to natsume's dorm, but i thought it fit sora more to express it this way....

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✦ masterlist

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #natsume sakasaki #sora harukawa

[wayhavenots]

34 for gray and daphne?

Thank you, anon!! I missed Graphne so much! Um I had this idea around New Year's Eve; it started out with a more dramatic premise, which I got rid of because it was too much exposition and because I didn't like the angst, and now I'm honestly not sure it makes sense, but I didn't want it in my drafts anymore lol. Anyway I hope you like it (and happy new year)!

34. Blue Skies by Noah and the Whale

I'll do anything to be happy

Oh, 'cause blue skies are coming

~

"I'm not singing karaoke with him," says Daphne from her perch on the kitchen counter. She points an I-mean-business finger, which stops Gray in the entrance to the kitchen.

(With the sparkly red nail polish spelling out the year on her fingernails, she supposes it's closer to business casual than business, but still.)

"I'm not going to drag you out," he promises. "I just, I thought, I didn't want to sing karaoke either."

His words stumble over each other and he rubs the back of his neck, which tells her that it's not the whole story. It's certainly part of it, since Gray isn't much of a singer and Nick can be relentless. But maybe there's another reason he'd be looking for her with just a few minutes to midnight.

Her heart swells with a silly hope, and she's thankful that her brother's too occupied singing in the next room to tease her.

So she teases Gray instead. "It has nothing to do with wanting to ring in the new year with cookies?" she chirps, inclining her head toward the oven.

"No," he protests with a chuckle. "But they do smell amazing, Daphne. Do you mind if I join you?"

"Only if you eat all the cookies."

He grins, his dimple dipping into his cheek as he leans against the opposite counter and looks at her. "I'll try to control myself."

Is there a hint of flirtation in his tone, or is it wishful thinking on her part?

Wishful thinking, the rational part of her brain is screaming. Definitely wishful thinking. How many years has she had this crush, no, this obsession? How many New Year's parties has she spent dreaming that Gray would get swept up in the festivities and kiss her at midnight? It's time to move on, isn't it?

Never, the other part of her brain answers. (It sounds suspiciously like Nick.)

"Are you looking forward to anything next year?" asks Gray, quickly cutting through the awkward silence created by her mental back-and-forth. "Or, do you have any resolutions?"

"Um," she says, because her usual resolutions involve seeing her mom again or making Gray fall in love with her. "I'm not sure it'll come true if I say it."

"Fair enough," he says with a nod, respectful enough not to push. (But sometimes she wishes he would push.)

"And you?" she prods, pointing at him with the toe of her bright red shoes. "You're going to be a world-class baker by the end of the year, right?"

He chuckles, rubs the back of his neck again. "Ah, no, I don't think so. Not unless you'd teach me."

"Of course," she exclaims, and then she flushes at the sheer volume of her voice, sure to be heard over what is now Glitch's singing. "I mean, if you want to?"

"If you don't think I'm a lost cause. I've set off the fire alarm trying to cook instant rice."

"That's the past," she rebuts, waving away the experience. "It's a new year, the future is bright, and you can do anything, Gray. I believe in you."

He smiles warmly at her, shuffles forward and backwards, opens then closes his mouth, so delightfully awkward. "Thank you," he says finally, looking a little embarrassed at his indecision. "But my actual resolution... I'd like to take more risks."

"You don't take enough risks already, Fortitude?"

"I don't mean generally," he amends. "Just one, one risk. One particular risk I've been meaning to...take." He looks meaningfully at her, and her heart swells with hope. "If I get any more specific," he adds playfully, "it won't come true."

She's not sure how to respond, especially when the countdown starts and he's still looking at her—looking at her, maybe, like she could be more than the dorky little sister of his best friend, like she could be a risk worth taking, like the future really is bright and her impossible hopes aren't so impossible after all.

At "3", he takes a nearly imperceptible step forward.

At "2", he takes another.

At "1"—

beep beep beep beep

—for once, she's disappointed that the cookies are done. A flood of people enter the kitchen as the clock strikes midnight and the new year begins and Gray, again, doesn't kiss her.

He does smile somewhat apologetically as Nick blows a noise-maker in their faces.

"Happy new year!" exclaims Nick. "Should I ask what you two were up to in here, or do I not want to know?"

Dear God.

It's my big brother duty to be embarrassing, Button.

"Daphne was going to show me how to cook this year," answers Gray. He glances at her. "If you're still up for it?"

"I am if you are."

Gray smiles, his eyes blue and bright like a clear summer day. "Then...it's a date."

#gray x button #gray x daphne #eh honestly i don't like it that much so this isn't necessarily 'canon' #for how they get together i mean

[ashvalentin]

Prompt : Many years later

!! EraserMic !! // TW: Angst //

Aizawa sat at home in his bed feeling rather alone. Ever since the war ended he stopped talking to the people he knew. With the loss of Kurogiri still holding onto his heart it broke him a little inside every single day. Facing Mic was not something he looked forward to as he didn’t want to be a burden to him. If he talked about Oboro even once he would make him upset all over again. After the doctor was captured every time Mic looked at him he would have this sad look in his eyes like he constantly wanted to say something but kept it to himself. So at that moment he cut him off completely. At first, it was easy but it just got harder and harder. As the years go away, all the things he remembered about the moments between him and Hizashi he realized something about himself. Aizawa fell for him but of course he never said anything. His handsome face along with his beautiful green eyes he could melt into whenever he looked at him. Nevertheless, he pushed those feelings away in order to keep his friendship with Hizashi but now.. it didn’t matter anymore. He wanted to desperately make things right with him again, to be with him like it was supposed to be but he was to much of a chicken to do so.

Giving a small sigh he picked up his phone, he wanted.. no.. needed.. to speak to him again if only just once he prayed he had the same phone number from years ago. Hesitating, he dialed the old number he had kept in a notebook he had placed on his desk. Once it picked up, he had a huge smile on his face as he picked up but it quickly faded away. In the background of the call he heard a woman’s voice, from the assumption this was someone very close to him. As soon as Mic told him about the situation he was to late.. of course he should’ve considered this but he wanted to have hope. His childhood crush was engaged.. they had a kid together. Hizashi ranted about his new found family hoping Aizawa was there at his wedding to be his best man to finally see each other again. As much as he hated the idea he agreed even if it brought pain to his heart, it broke him. If only he could see him now he would probably look at him in disgust. Maybe, in another life- if he could’ve said something sooner things could’ve be different. He’d imagine his future with Mic by his side, getting married.. But now, that was virtually impossible.

As the weeks went by it was finally the day.. Mic’s wedding day. Arriving at the destination wearing his black suit he noticed Mic almost right away. There he was with his fancy suit while his hair in a sort of a ponytail type thing, he looked amazing. He wasn’t used to seeing him like this but it made his heart beat faster. Right now, he could only congratulate his best friend on this special day. He looked so happy to see him with his usual bright, large smile giving a hug right away as some sort of greeting. After the wedding ceremony Mic gathered everyone to a drink in honor of the occasion. “To old friends and new beginnings!”, Mic yelled in a cheerful voice before kissing his newly married wife. As the night ended he quickly got into his car he got stopped by him. “Hey Sho, it was nice seeing you again.. I really missed you! We really need to talk more, text me when you get home alright wouldn’t want to worry me ha!”, Mic said obviously joking with a slight hint of seriousness. He gave a small smile giving a nod as he drove home. Once he locked the front door to his house he slammed himself into his bed hurrying his face into the pillow hoping this all some dream. Was this really how everything was going to go? Finally being reunited with someone he had loved for years on end only to be heartbroken in the end to constantly holding onto feelings that won’t ever be returned?

Waking up the next day he stared up at the ceiling in a daze rubbing his forehead hearing a ring at door. “Hold on just a second!!”, he yelled opening up the door to see a friend he hadn’t seen in so very long. It was All Might.. maybe this was a sign. Maybe.. just maybe he wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

Author’s Note : This might be updated further in the future as I’m always going back to fix things when I write something but I hope you enjoy!! Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day dear reader. Requests are currently open, nsfw is allowed before anyone asks!

Credits : Headers - cafekitsune //

#hizashi yamada #present mic #eraserhead #shouta aizawa #aizawa #hizashi #all might #yagi toshinori #erasermic #erasermight #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #angst #oneshot #writing prompts #fanfiction #fanfic

[decoysouled]

unprompted asks // accepting. @rcsadimare // "" aether ? "" it was the first time she had been in this strange little teapot , ever since invited to come . she didn't know where to go , or where not to go even ; but navia remains quiet and calm , and a big smile appears on her face once she sees the blonde . "" aether ! "" she goes to hug the traveler , careful of the box in her hands . "" i brought you some cakes and desserts ! i hope that is alright ? ""

THE TEAPOT WAS A CONSTANT MIX OF BEAUTIFUL AREAS & STRUCTURES THAT LOOKED ALMOST OUT OF PLACE — perhaps it is the mix of architecture styles from various places he has visited or the way he has little eye for colour, or as he has been told before, a simple lack of effort. Of course, he had at least tried a little harder to make it look nice after the comment of how sad it made a certain friend of his to see the emptiness of the domain.

( they aren't so sure they had succeeded quite yet. )

Nonetheless, it seems Navia had at least chosen a good day to visit, considering he had finally finished putting together a nice area by a small pond — a table and a set of chairs sat beneath the shade of trees from Mondstadt, flowers from various places surrounding it, if only because he had found himself unable to decide between the beautiful greenery of Sumeru, the flowers of Fontaine & the glowing plants that typically caught his eye whenever he visited certain areas of Inazuma.

He pays no mind to the giant pile of rocks on the other side of this island, barely hidden by the main house, if only because he's sure acknowledging it & the effort it would take to clean it up & create what he was planning to would be far too much work for him to even consider doing so for the next century or seven. Aether hopes that Navia would do the same, although he isn't so sure he has anything to worry about.

( she is much too kind, after all, in their eyes. )

When he first hears her voice, he almost thinks he may be hallucinating from a lack of company from anyone in... however long he had been in the teapot — it is a struggle to keep track of time with the lack of day-night cycle within his space, although he rarely spent enough time in it for that to matter. It was only when he felt the need to find some semblance of calmness that he had decided to retreat to the domain for longer than a night's sleep would take, if only to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions he had felt as of late.

( including their lingering distrust of any dessert monsieur neuvillette may decide to offer in the future. false charges or not, with the way some people had been acting, they aren't so sure accepting a gift again from him would be a good idea. )

The second time he hears her call his name, however, Aether finds himself looking to the direction it had come from, a hand raised in a wave as she approaches. Of course, it is lowered back to his side by the time she has greeted him with a hug, one he gently returns for a moment with one arm, as if to avoid the box she holds — if she's brought something, he'd rather not crush it, & such a theory is confirmed moments later when she mentions having brought some desserts.

( it is a kind gesture & one they would be remiss to accept without offering anything in return. )

❝It's really good to see you, Navia.❞ He responds as he lets go, lips curled into a bright smile — a happy one that is not as feigned as it usually would be, the sort of which has been more genuine as of late, albeit it was often replaced more with sheepishness or uncertainty amidst the chaos of Fontaine's courts for a long enough time it was noticeable.

❝Of course it's okay.❞ He continues, a calmness to his voice that he has struggled to find for a short while now. ❝You'll join me, right? I've been redecorating & I could use your opinion... & I have some tea from my last trip to Liyue that could use drinking, too, if you'd like to give it a try?❞ It is a carefully phrased invitation to join him, if only to avoid pressuring her to do so, albeit it is by no means ingenuine or forced.

( perhaps some time with a friend is all they need right now. )

#002. ❝transmissions: down with the fallen.❞ — answered #& fandom — genshin impact #100. ❝like i’m trapped inside a wrong dimension.❞ — aether #101. ❝i know life is a journey.❞ — V1 ( traveller ) #rcsadimare