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aralezinspace · 1 year

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Matchmaker

Requested by @internet-stranger-says-hi: Ninth Doctor/reader where Jack and rose get fed up by their obliviousness and play matchmaker

A/N: this TARDIS crew is one of my absolute FAVES xD Doesn't feel like some of my best writing, but I enjoyed writing these sassy space dumbasses xD Hope you like it!!

~~Requests are open!~~ ~~Current WIPs~~

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring.” Jack’s words came from above you, disrupting the peace in one of the TARDIS’ many lounges.

You had carefully picked this particular spot to read your book, some peace and quiet had been needed after your latest adventure. Rose had joined you about fifteen minutes in, but she had a magazine of her own. The two of you had been sitting in companionable silence for not nearly long enough before Jack had barged in.

You looked up from your book, indignation rising slightly when you saw the smugly teasing smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. He even had his hands on his hips, cockily resting his weight on one leg. The captain was positively itching for mischief. You rolled your eyes and gave him a look before looking back down at the page, trying to find your spot.

“Don’t flatter yourself, captain. I’m definitely not the first to notice you have a nice ass, and I won’t be the last.”

Jack shrugged in acquiescence; you certainly weren’t wrong in that regard. “Fair,” he conceded, “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” At this point, Rose peeked up from her magazine, curious to see just what kind of staring Jack was about to charge you with.

“Then what are you talking about?” you asked indulgently, turning a page to hide your exasperation. So much for peace and quiet.

“You’re gonna make me say it?” Jack sauntered over to the couch you were plopped into and draped himself over the remaining two cushions. His sock covered toes gently tapped your thigh.

“Spit it out Jack,” Rose urged with a big smile, never passing up an opportunity for teasing anyone. Jack sighed like he was under extreme duress and pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh this was just delicious.

“Alright then. Sixth moon of Caldorsia, not twelve hours ago. Your eyes barely left the backside of our mutual friend. You, my obvious little friend, were staring.”

You pretended to ignore him and turn another page, but Jack had found you out. You had admitted it to yourself, but that didn’t mean you were ready to admit to anyone else that you had a major crush on the Doctor. You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the burning flush that had risen to your cheeks.

“Not only that,” Jack continued, oblivious to your discomfort (or at least feigning it), “There was that time a few weeks ago when he helped you out of that sink hole, gathered you in his arms and you giggled and swooned like a Victorian lady.”

In… Out… In… Out… You forced yourself to breathe slowly, evenly. You couldn’t let Jack and Rose see how affected you were. Rose’s smile grew, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

“Oh, and!” Jack held up a finger like he had a eureka moment. “There was that time in Spain when the two of you got caught-“

You threw your book at Jack before he could say any more, the paperback hitting him square in the chest.

“I KNEW IT!” Rose yelled, clapping her hands and laughing. “I knew you had a thing for him!”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands, trying to drown out Jack and Rose’s laughter. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” Jack goaded. He put your book on the floor and patted your back. “Not the first to have a crush on dear old Doctor and certainly won’t be the last.” Rose giggled again.

“Exceeept,” she cooed, fanning herself with her magazine. “I could swear I saw a certain Time Lord staring back…” You lifted your head up just an inch, a tiny spark of hope glimmering to life in your chest.

“Wait,” you asked in a small, barely audible whisper, “Really?”

Jack stifled a giggle against his fist. It really was just too cute, how much you and the Doctor clearly had feelings for each other and were just too silly to realize or act on it. “Oh yea,” he agreed, briefly biting into his knuckles. “I can confirm, those eyes rarely leave your-“

Rose threw her magazine at Jack, albeit with much less intent to kill. “So!” she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. “Think you two lovebirds can sort this out on your own, or do the captain and I need to intervene?”

Over your next few adventures, Jack and Rose tried everything they could think of to get you and the Doctor alone and in a confessing spirit, and nothing had worked- tender moments, life-threatening incidents that overwhelmed one into getting all their secrets off their chest, even truth or dare. Nothing could get the two of you to just come clean with each other. As sweet as it was to watch you stare tenderly and wistfully when you thought the other wasn’t looking, the lack of results was getting frustrating.

A few (relative) weeks after Jack and Rose’s intervention, you went on another adventure that had not yielded any confessions of love, but for once, it was you saving him (with the help of Jack and Rose). That’s right, you had figured out how to save the Doctor, Jack, Rose, and an entire passenger shuttle. You were on top of the world, the whole universe! Your blood ran deliciously hot in your veins, you felt like you could run a marathon, fight anything and anyone bare-handed. You even felt like you had enough courage to finally fess up. You had just saved his life, there probably wouldn’t be a better time.

The Doctor nimbly piloted them back into the vortex, bracing himself on the console with his head hung once they were safe in the river of time. He had come so close to losing all three of you, close enough to feel the specter of death breathing down his neck. And then, like a shining angel in full glory, you had appeared with a solution, saving everyone on that shuttle, including him. He had never seen you like that, full of blazing fury and determination. Once he saw that look in your eyes, he knew they were all going to make it out alive.

He had never felt so much simultaneous love and terror in his life.

You were pacing laps around the console room, adrenaline still fueling your steps. Rose and Jack had discreetly sidled into a corner, watching the two of you and whispering, taking bets on whether one of you would finally break.

You got in two more laps before the impulse hit you. The Doctor was no longer hunched over the console as if it were the only thing that could keep him standing, rather he was standing straight and tall, hands behind his back, a soldier at rest. On your next lap, you broke your pattern and your brisk strides took you to the Doctor.

You purposefully grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him into a searing kiss. The Doctor was only momentarily surprised, his hands flailing for a few seconds before resting on your shoulders.

You barely heard Jack and Rose’s cheers and high fives, all your senses were focused on the Doctor and the fact that he was returning your kiss. When the two of you finally separated so you could breathe (damn respiratory bypass), the adrenaline finally faded and a dopey smile spread across your face.

“Took you long enough!” Jack called with a laugh, only feeling safe to do so because there was nothing in your reach you could throw at him. Rose chimed in with “You’re welcome!” The Doctor glowered, but you just rolled your eyes with a laugh.

“Yea yea yea,” you ground out with a laugh. “You two are regular matchmakers.”

#Doctor Who #Doctor Who fanfic #the doctor x reader #ninth doctor x reader #doctor who imagine

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bluesdesk · 3 years

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ZELDA HEADCANONS

Sun:

-- considers "Zelda" and "Hylia" as 2 different identities. When she has to act as Hylia (to give a serious order, to do some magic...), she moves her fringe to her left side. Also when Sky makes her angry in a discussion she is like: "remember I can be Hylia!" and not "remember I'm Hylia"

-- she wears shorts under her dresses, she would be pretty uncomfortable without them.

-- She has a very strong personality, like a girlboss, and she's as chaotic as Tetra

-- She's Hylia, and so she must handle magic pretty well. Also Sky didn't have problems, if not more frequent nightmares and lightning scars and fear of thunderstorms... But "fear of thunderstorms" doesn't even count! However, she noticed her hair became lighter near the tips, and wavier.

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Dot:

-- the girly princess? No way! She grew up with Four, she's a smith too, she loves adventures and festivities. The fucsia jacket is a hoodie (she covers the hood with her cloack), she wears leggings and seakers nunder the dress, that's actually a high waisted long skirt she can remove

-- her hair is kinda orangey! Also it's pretty long

-- she's a relative of Four! In the italian version of Minish Cap she refers to Link's grandpa as "uncle Smith". This might mean Smith is her uncle, grand-uncle or greta-granduncle? Dot's mom might be Smith's younger sister for example.

-- She had a pretty simple life before MC and FS. Dot had learnt some magic because of the whole "descendant of a goddess" thing. Not much, and she preferred to not use it. So, when she got petrified by Vaati's magic, she got the signs of it. Her hands and feet are as small as when she was 12 (MC), and her hair got way straighter than before. And when Vaati kidnapped her, she got some eye markings, like tattoos, on her arms.

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Lullaby:

-- genderfluid! But their father doesn't really support them and when they feel like a boy they just become Sheik and go in the woods or at Lon Lon!

-- They have a tanned skin and dark blonde hair

--They do want to be a mom though. Dusk is their daughter!

-- They can handle magic well, but Lullaby turned into Sheik for the first time when they were really young, and this had an impact on them. Their blue eyes became red with the Sheik mask (yeah I headcanon it as a mask!), and the repetitive use of it made their eye color turn from blue to violet even when they're "Zelda". They also got a sheikah eye symbol on their left eye, which they cover with their hair.

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Dusk:

-- She grew up with her grandpa (Lullaby's father)

-- She has Lullaby's skin color! Also she's thin and tall

-- She didn't attend a royal/exclusive school but went at Twi's same one so they were friends as kids. She also studied swords and archery!

-- She simply didn't recognize Twi as a wolf, she thought he had become a spirit, because she didn't know he had the triforce too!

-- When Ganondorf turned her into his puppet, her skin became pale, and she had those black scars/signs and her eyes turned yellow. Her light power kinda healed this, but she now has light brown eyes, that turn blue when she's really happy and yellow when she's angry. Her skin color changed back to normal but her lips are always more violet than normal and she still has those black scars.

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Artemis:

-- Dusk's great-great-granddaughter! She has a similiar face, but her colors are different. Also she has chubbier legs.

--When the war started, she took the master sword and trained with it, until Impa told her she had to leave it for the next hero

-- She's been training with magic for a long time, since she can really use it perfectly, and she masters different kinds of magic. Every scar/sign she got is from the enemies' weapons, and not magic

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Flora:

-- She refused the whole princess/goddess thing, she just refers to herself as a scholar, researcher and adventure.

-- she loves Sheikah clothing! She has stealth lessons with Paya

-- she tries to imitate Wild's cooking in secret, but she refuses to admit it because of the "powerful hero/ useless princess" thing

--She has also been training a lot with magic, and when she sealed herself and Calamity Ganon, her powers were awake. But being sealed for 100 years, with constant light powers on, and Calamity Ganon surely did something. The constant light made her photosensitive, and her hands are burnt, not as badly as Wild's face of course, but you can recognize they are. The usage of a newly awakened magic, for so long time and with that intensity made her unable to use magic for the next years after she came back, and if she'll ever get her magic back, it'll be only few.

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Tetra:

-- She grew up knowing her name wad Tetra. She didn't know it was just a nickname, so for her "Zelda" is a nickname she doesn't even like. In the italian version of WW/PH, her name is Dazel. She prefers Dazel over Zelda when she has to do royal stuff.

-- even as Zelda her skin is dark and her hair is all curly

-- Wind's grandma loves her and already adopted her in her mind XD but she keeps telling her she needs warmer clothes and she also gives her lots of Wind's clothes that became too small for him

-- she has blonde freckles on her dark skin, Aryll says she's a starry night

-- chubby!!

-- She had never heard of magic before her first adventure, so you might imagine she must have taken it really badly. She has a messed up sleping schedule and she falls asleep in the strangest ways, positions, and times. One second she's arguing with you, the next moment she's asleep, even if she's on her feet, this thing can get dangerous for her so she always brings someone (mostly Wind) with her. She has scratches everywhere from her petrification too, and being petrified surely didn't help with her previous situation.

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Fable:

-- she loves to wear pink and sky blue together! Pink is her favorite color and sky blue represents the goddess. She's a fan of jewels too!

-- Don't touch her hair, she'd get mad!

--Legend's step sister and somehow twin! She and Legend have different mothers and the same father (the father became a king after the marriage with Fable's mom, the queen). Oddly enough, they were born the same day of the same year.

-- She knows how to use a sword but she mostly uses magic and she can kick pretty well!

-- She can use magic almost perfectly, like Artemis! However, being in a painting gave her some lighter/"discolored" spots on her skin, pretty much like vitiligo. Just few spots, as she could handle that magic well too.

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Aurora:

-- a child. She's like 10/12. A pretty smart kid!

-- redhead, tanned skin, curly hair and lots of freckles!

-- autistic, her stims are most likely jumping and moving her arms! She loves springs and water in general, she could spend her entire days with fairies in a spring! Pretty enthusiastic about literally anything too!

-- she sees Hyrule as an older brother

-- She had negative memories about her brother, and giving the adjective "brother" to Hyrule is like turning the page, seeing that adjective with a new meaning

--The poor kid often thinks her dreams are reality. She has problems in distinguishing vivid dreams from reality as she had been asleep for too much. On the other hand, she barely sleeps.

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BONUS:

Phantom/Angel (Spirit Tracks!):

As the great granddaughter of Tetra, Phantom and Link should be related (One of Spirit and one of Phantom's parents must be cousins) Unless Spirit isn't the great grandson of Tetra and Wind... but maybe the great grandson of Aryll instead! This would explain why Spirit is in contact with the pirate crew but not royal, and since their first common relative is so distant (Wind and Aryll's parents) they wouldn't be considered as related and the fact they didn't know each other before would have more sense

-- She took her personality from Tetra AND Wind: her will to help and be a hero too, still being a bit sassy, and a little rebel (escaping from the castle). She's like, a perfect mix of their personalities.

-- As for her design, she has wavy hair, a slightly tanned skin (she's not dark skinned, unlike Tetra), she loves earrings and she has a lot of them!

-- She wasn't used to magic, she knew that but not too much, so being a phantom and leaving her body because of said magic had an impact on her. Her eyes were originally dark blue like Tetra, but they're now pink to purple and yellow! Her skin got lighter after ST, and so she wears makeup to seem less pale. Her eyes get irritated easily (red eyes when possessed) and she spaces out a lot, sometimes she has dissociative events

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bewarethewolfarmy · 2 years

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Cinnamon, Old Books, Chamomile

(Look I got a new obsession XD

Edit: Now with a sequel Sunlit Songs and Masterlist

Here have a fanfiction)

The bookstore was nothing special outside of the fact that it was the only place in a fifty mile radius that a) stocked 15th century literature in acceptable conditions for his needs, and b) was open at 5 in the morning. In actuality based on how many times Spencer Reid had gone there, at all hours of the day, only to find its door unlocked and business open, he was not entirely sure it was ever closed but he did not plan on complaining. He liked being able to get a book at a seconds notice and the owner never seemed to much mind obliging.

That night, morning, time he very much felt the need for a book, though this was sort of just an excuse. He wanted something else but he was trying to convince himself to make use of the soothing aspects of reading instead. The case had been difficult and draining, physically, emotionally; rest honestly might have been a better choice but he found himself instead drawn towards the little store tucked away in the silent, lonely depths of the city, his hand pushing open the door, a tiny ringing signaling his arrival.

The place always smelled of cinnamon and old pages, the soft dim lighting giving it a warm atmosphere that normally felt welcoming. He took a deep breath and glanced about, at stacks of old books, shelves filled with the same, a counter covered in paper and a old fashion register. This too set it apart from other places he supposed; most gave into the need for more advanced equipment. In this place though at least, the world was still simple and smelled of the pleasant scent of old books. It reminded him of good things and bad too but he didn't mind right in the moment.

"Welcome to...oh its you Doctor Reid." The voice was familiar and soft, causing his head to turn towards where a staircase lead to a second floor. A woman walked down it, long black hair tied back in a messy braid, glasses slightly askew; he had decided long enough that she was the type who worked hard and didn't bother much to care for her appearance, often getting ink on her clothes and face when doing book restorations upstairs. He suspected she also baked up there, hence the cinnamon scent, and normally there were muffins or something set on the counter. A normal person would have worried about having food near so many old and valuable books but he got the sense she was not the type to tolerate anyone who might damage the books anyway so they were in no danger. Spencer had tried not to profile her, not the first time he accidentally found the place, nor the seventh time he'd visited and he'd ended up helping her deal with a belligerent customer. He'd lost count of how many times he'd gone there by now but still he resisted the urge to let his mind start to look too much into her; give him one pure thing at least.

He forced a smile and waved in his awkward wave, watching her reach the bottom of the stairs. "Hey Tsuki, sorry I'm in so late, I just figured..."

"No worries, you know my door is always open," she said waving off his apology; he noted she was holding a book under one arm that she set on the counter before tucking back some of her own hair behind her ear, "Though I must say it certainly is later than normal for you. Long day at work I suppose?"

"Yeah you could say that." The unsub had been difficult, hard to track, hard to capture, and when they did get them, the unsub had been one of the most irritating he'd ever seen. The whole team had been happy to see it over with and get back home to Quantico. Admittedly he wasn't home, he was there, in a bookstore, in the early hours of the morning...

He didn't realize that both of them had fallen quiet but the sound of rain starting to fall outside caught his attention and he turned to look; despite making it all the way there, despite everything else, this movement seemed too much and Spencer lost his balance, stumbling. He started to caught himself but felt his arm be grabbed at the same time and his body pulled back and back to equilibrium. The man blinked then looked over at where Tsuki stood, still holding onto him. She looked concern; he couldn't really be certain why.

"Are you alright?" She asked him.

"Y-yeah," he said and forced another smile, pulling himself free of her; he ran his hand over his bag, absentedly smoothing it down, "I'm fine, just a bit tired I suppose."

"You should get some rest then. As much as I like to see you, its more important that you get rest when you can," she said, furrowing her brow.

He supposed she was right but as far as he was concerned getting rest wasn't an option. If he left without a book he would just be walking into a situation where his self control would be in danger and he was trying not to give into the things a part of him did indeed want.

"No, no I'll be...I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, I came to see if you might have anything in stock of interest; have you gotten in any new stock?"

She raised an eyebrow, not saying anything at first. He didn't think she'd throw him out, he had worked relatively hard to build a good rapport with her and be a good customer; based on what he noticed, she was the type who appreciated considerate customers and didn't tolerate bad ones. Thus Spencer always did his best to treat the books with kindness and respect, talk to her about what he liked and what she liked. It had been interesting to find out they shared many interests and he honestly liked it there; it was calming and comforting and nice and warm. There wasn't murderers there or victims or fear or the pressure to do something. It was just...there and he didn't honestly want to leave.

He wobbled and again she seemed to realize this quickly and kept him from falling. The concern in her face grew but getting so close he noticed she too smelled of old pages and cinnamon, and something else; it too was strangely comforting to him and he dared to close his eyes for a second.

"Doctor Reid?" She said his name with some confusion, "Doctor Reid, are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine " he said and it was strange how heavy he felt now, "I just...want to stay here a bit."

"Alright then," Tsuki answered and he smiled, even just to himself.

He felt appreciative but he knew he'd need to actually look for a book. After all it was a bookstore, they sold books, he needed to buy a book if he was gonna be there. Spencer opened his eyes and tried to prepare himself to do more but she took him by surprise; before he could, she had grabbed his hand in hers, pulling him towards the stairs. He did not expect this, he didn't know what to do or what to make of it. And his hesitation gave her enough leeway to drag him up to an area he'd never been before.

For a while he'd suspected she lived above the store; it was the only way the store being open like it was was possible. The living space upstairs though looked very similar to the store below, full of books and shelves but with a few additions. A couch and coffee table against one wall, a open air kitchen filled with all the necessary things to cook, a door that he highly suspected either led to her bedroom or her workroom for restorations. Or maybe both. But this place felt much like the area he already knew and he was too busy trying not to take in everything so as not to profile the bookstore owner. She led him to the couch and forced him down; his bag landed beside him and he stared up at her.

"I'm going to go make you a cup of chamomile; you set your bag down and relax." She brokered no response, she turned to walk away and Spencer sat there, confused, uncertain, but didn't immediately get up.

"Chamomile, the apigenin chemicals in it have been found to induce sleepiness as well as act as a herbal anti-anxiety medication similar to benzodiazepines," he muttered, more to himself than anything else.

"Exactly," she answered him anyway and after putting a teapot to boil, passed by him again, "Put your bag on the floor, I'm gonna go get you a blanket and pillow."

"I don't understand what you're trying to do." She never struck him as the dangerous type and as a profiler he was pretty good at noticing dangerous people. But at the same time this was odd; outside the rain was coming down hard, pounding against the window behind him.

"You're tired, you need to rest, you don't want to leave so I'm letting you take a nap on my couch," she told him and went through the door from before: bedroom then.

"I," he started but she wasn't wrong. He was tired, he did need rest, he did say he didn't want to leave immediately. Still how that led to him sitting on her couch while she made him tea still felt a bit...confusing.

He ended up profiling her anyway. The room showed her to be a quiet individual, large family who lived elsewhere, one pet which was obviously the large chocolate Maine Coon that entered the room, looked at him and gave a meow before trotting off. She seemed to seriously love books, and there was a large variation in genres; he noted a first edition of the first book of Paradise Lost on the table before him and picked it up, looking it over better; it obviously had been restored, expertly at that, and the book was being well cared for now. A small bookmark, a pressed flower, was stuck between pages and he turned to there, starting to read.

He was engrossed and thus didn't notice the teapot whistle nor Tsuki setting the blanket and pillow down beside him and going to pour the tea. He barely noted her returning and setting the tea down before chuckling, only then drawing his attention. "That one is one of my favorites as well."

"This is from the first editions of the poem, before the reorganization and revisions," he stated looking at her, "Not many read that version."

She shrugged. "Not many have access to a complete, minimally damaged copy."

"You restored this I presume? It matches your work on the Dante and Dunbar I recently received from you."

"Restoration work is a must I think for any person who deals in antique books."

"It's good, very well done."

She smiled and gestured to the tea. "Come on now, if we start on talking about books neither of us will sleep. Here."

Spencer was hesitant, because he still didn't understand this situation, because he very much wanted to talk about books. But he picked up the cup anyway, taking a sip. It was warm and filled him from head to toe in it's gentle taste. He did not so much feel sleepy as he did relaxed; he took another sip and his wandering eye caught her sipping from her own cup. Maybe she too needed sleep; he was reminded again it was 5 in the morning and if she was already up he wondered if that meant she hadn't slept at all yet. Her hours seemed even stranger than his honestly.

"Thank you," he said finally, finishing his cup and handing it to her.

Tsuki took it with a smile, "No worries. Now again, set your bag down and try and get some rest."

"You don't often have strangers sleep on your couch," he said, making the mistake of making that a statement and not a question. He already knew though, he could tell by her room, her demeanor, the markers that told him what kind of person she was. Kind maybe but introverted, did socializing well on the outside but didn't really interact with others outside of work; she was someone who loved books and didn't feel comfortable around strangers.

She chuckled and headed to the kitchen. "You're not a stranger, Doctor Reid, you're one of my best customers."

"You don't treat all customers like this."

"Not all my customers come into my store, looking ready to collapse under their own body weight, with eyes pleading to be given sanctuary." Spencer did not know how to respond to that. She could be a capable profiler if she tried.

He took off his bag and set on the ground by the couch; pulling the blanket over him, he tried to maneuver his body to be comfortable on the couch as he laid down. It wasn't all that hard, the couch was strangely comfy. He set his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, trying to let himself sleep. The lights went out, he was sure that was her, but that didn't startle him. Nor did it startle him hearing footsteps and feeling long thin fingers brush hair out of his face. There again was that scent, that strange calming thing that he knew was coming from her. He knew deep down he should be on alert but he just felt calm. Cinnamon, old books, chamomile, something else.

He drifted off before he knew it and the rain continued to fall outside.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #not quite though #their relationship is only starting #but also #the queen #because it's tsuki of course #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted between here ao3 and ffnet

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hinamoria · 3 years

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Purple Lilac

Hitsuhina Week 2021 : Day 3- Everyone knows / Flowers

Rating: K

Word Count: 1235 words

Setting: Few months after Karakura fight

Author’s Note: I must have looked at almost 50 flowers and their meanings to make this one-shot. I knew absolutely nothing about it (except maybe the roses), but I found it very interesting to read. I almost want to go buy some now xD

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Opening the door to his office, Hitsugaya froze and wondered for a moment if he was in the wrong room.

But no, it was his shelves at the back of the room, and his desk staggered abnormally against the left wall. On the other hand, the dozens of flowers on the floor, the multiple vases and the association of shinigami women sitting in the middle of the room had nothing to do here.

“Can I know what's going on?” He asked coldly, desperately trying to keep his cool. But when a familiar red head came out from behind a huge bouquet with a big smile, he felt a vein start to grow on his forehead.

“Captain!” Matsumoto cried, standing up. “I didn't expect to see you again so soon, you are used to training longer! What are you doing here?”

“Matsumoto, are you asking me what I'm doing in my office?” He replied, gritting his teeth. “What are you all doing here? Clear all this mess and give me back my office! Right now!”

“Byak-kun kicked us out of his house!” Yachiru yelled as she swallowed a flower from her bouquet, visibly undisturbed by the captain's threatening tone.

Matsumoto made a little embarrassed pout and tried to save the day.

“The association wanted to organize a bouquet creation group work. It’s a very relaxing and creative activity! The usual place was not available so I offered to come here. You've already done some paperwork this morning. There should no longer be any left-over”

Hitsugaya clenched his jaw further, reaching an upper threshold of frustration. This place was a workplace, not a place to play! And if it was necessary to force everyone out, he was ready to do it.

“My work is done, but I still have all yours to do, because while I'm doing everything here, you are playing with flowers! So, I'm warning you, you have 10 seconds to get out before ...”

“Shiro-chan!” Another familiar voice said, cutting off his threat. “Look at my bouquet!”

“Hinamori?” He said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

The young woman was still recovering in the Fourth Division since the accident in the war against Aizen. She wasn't supposed to leave her room.

“Matsumoto-san asked me to participate in this activity to relax and take my mind off things. She was right, look at the result!”

She presented him with a large bouquet of various flowers only inches from his face, causing him to take a step back in reflex.

The young man knew absolutely nothing about flowers. But the colour combination seemed harmonious, most of them were mauve or purple, with a few white flowers on them.

“It’s…pretty?” He tried, hoping not to upset his friend with his inability to give real compliments.

“Do you like it?” She adds visibly delighted. “This one is for you!”

“For me?” He repeated, taking the bouquet awkwardly.

He looked at it more intently, muttering an embarrassed “thank you”.

“I wanted to do another one for granny, but I thought I heard you wanted us to leave?”

Silence fell in the room for a few seconds. Everyone looked at him with hope. The captain gave in:

"Matsumoto, my office must be perfectly clean tomorrow morning when I get back," he reminded her.

Still with the bouquet in hands, he turned around and decided that a few more hours of training wouldn't hurt.

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Arriving at his office the next morning, Rangiku noted the famous bouquet on his captain's desk. The man was already there, immersed in the late paperwork (her, for sure) from the day before.

The lieutenant walked over, reaching out as if to touch a petal, but stopping her gesture at her captain's glare. This bouquet was precious to him and the redhead was known for her clumsiness.

“They are really beautiful captain, aren't they?” She said out loud in a cheerful tone.

Toshiro gave a simple "um" of approval.

“Did you know that every flower has a meaning? The aim of the activity was not only to learn how to create bouquets but also to understand the hidden meaning of each.”

“This one, for example” she began, pointing to a white daffodil, “represents rebirth and new beginnings. Hinamori probably wanted to mark the start of this new period after all this history with Aizen… You know, I was a little worried that she would get depressed in the Fourth Division, but in reality I feel like she quickly climbs up the slope. She's stronger than she looks”.

Hitsugaya could not but approve of his lieutenant's words. Hinamori had never been one to mope about her fate for months.

Rangiku then pointed to small purple flowers:

“In the same idea, the crocus marks joy and gaiety. It is one of the flowers that appear first after winter. A real symbol in this context, like a renewal”.

Then she pointed to a purple hyacinth:

“This one is used as an apology…”

Hitsugaya sighed upon hearing this explanation. Rather, it would be up to him to offer a whole bunch of these flowers given what happened the last time.

Not wishing to stay on a sad note, Rangiku moved on to the next.

"The iris symbolizes respect" she continued. “She must be apologizing for repeatedly calling you Shiro-chan”

Matsumoto chuckled as she saw her captain frown at his nickname.

“And finally: a purple lilac. A quiet beautiful one”

Rangiku took the risk and grabbed the flower, presented in a single copy. To be honest, Toshiro hadn't even noticed it before.

Turning it between her fingers for a moment in thought, she ended up placing it on her captain's desk.

"I'm going to drop off his files at the Third Division," Matsumoto said, grabbing a stack of finished files.

“Matsumoto”, interrupted his captain, taking the lilac in hand. “You didn't tell me what this one meant.”

The young woman smirked, then replied in a wink, "It's a secret," before disappearing.

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Captain Hitsugaya looked around for the third time until no one was seeing him and opened a book titled "Flowers and their meanings." It was childish, but he would rather die than be seen reading this. He had to act fast, his reputation depended on it.

At the lilac page level, the following text appeared:

“The purple lilac symbolizes youthful beauty and the first romantic emotions, it is perfect for declaring feelings!"

Toshiro blinked several times as he reread the sentence, then quickly closed the book. He took several breaths in and out to release the discomfort that was clutching his chest, then he gave a snap of annoyance with his tongue:

“Matsumoto wanted to play a joke on me again. It is obvious that Hinamori did not know the meaning of the flowers in the bouquet”

He abruptly put the book down and returned to his practice, his cheeks always red.

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A week later, Momo was surprised to find a sublime bouquet of purple lilacs in a vase made of ice on her dresser in the Fourth Division. The recipient was not noted, but the creation bore his signature in itself.

Of all the flowers, he had chosen these, she noted. She gave a small smile:

“Shiro-chan does not know the meaning of flowers. It must be a coincidence”

She gently stroked the petals and vowed to do more bouquets in the coming months, just to send Toshiro further signs.

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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Hi! can I get hcs about the bucci gang having an artist s/o who likes to draw them? But its the kind of drawings where you exaggerate someone's facial features to make it comical xD who do you think would like it and who would get actually angry? Thanks uwu

Thank you for your request, my dear anon💚

Sorry, I’m far from drawing and stuff, and I don’t know much about it, so here are some things that came to my mind:

Bucci Gang x S/o that draws in a strange manner

Bruno Buccellatti

When S/o showed him their drawings he was very excited about them. It seemed like an illustrations to some book with fairy tails, all characters have some individual features and details that make them look very cool and elaborated. He’s sure that S/o spent lots of time and affords creating every one of them

When he flipped the page in their sketchbook, Bruno saw himself, sitting on the beach and fishing in some weird hat with hooks and shiny beads in it. He couldn’t hold his laughter, the way how silly and adorable the drawing of him looked, made Bruno feel happy and his lips curved into wide smile without him noticing. He muffled S/o’s hair gently and asked - “So, this is how you see me, huh?”

Leone Abbacchio

When Leone first saw S/o drawing he silently stood behind their back and watched them passionately scribbling something in their sketchbook. “Gibberish” he said softly and kept on watching S/o drawing. “Fuck ooof” they responded with a drowl and slightly poked silver-haired in a stomach with their elbow

In Abbacchio’s eyes it’s all just some kind of childish scribbles, but more detailed, S/o are just wasting their time and money. But as long as drawing keeps them busy and calm Leone is totally okay with their hobby

Guido Mista

Guido is so so far from art, especially drawing. All those styles and techniques, if it looks good - it looks good. S/o’s works look great, they’re kinda childish, like some kind of cartoon, but they have some... charm?

Guido asked S/o to draw them and when he took a look at the sheet of paper they gave him Mista was happy like a little pup. He also asked to add some fancy hat with stars and clown shoes to his look. Why? Mista doesn’t know. But it’d look great

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is utterly excited about S/o’s drawing skills and style. When he was strolling through their sketchbook and noticed a drawing of a young guy, he took a closer look and realization hit his brain. “It’s ME!!!! You really drew me!!!” Gosh, he was so hyperactive about that, S/o wish they never shoved this drawing to him

Narancia often asks S/o to draw him something random like airplane, dragon, bird, boat or gnome. He gets so excited about it, like a little child. He asks for dinosaur daily and if S/o draw dino with the same design as they’ve already drown, Nara requires to remake it

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo was raised in very straight family and they always told him that all arts, that don’t follow the rules of academic drawing , don’t count as art at all. So when he saw S/o’s drawings he was confused because yeah, it’s really good, but it’s not a real art, right?

When S/o showed Fugo a drawing of him, blonde was really confused about it. Yeah, he could recognize himself in this drawing, but his features was changed, the clothes were really different, he doesn’t have this t-shirt with a strawberry S/o drew him in. But, it’s still lol cute and he appreciates S/o’s work and time they spent on creating it

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno noticed S/o’s sketchbook poking out of their backpack and he asked why it was. They showed Giogio their works and blonde was really interested in them. Pretty much like Bruno, Giorno was excited about every character, every one of them made him feel different emotions - this boy is gotta be silly, and his old man looks evil etc.

He loves to watch S/o drawing, the way simple lines and dots become a whole drawing amazes Giorno. It looks so easy when they draw, blonde feels like he can do the same, but the moment when he grips pencil in his hand all confidence immediately leaves his body and he just stares at the white sheet in front of him

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lavenderslemonade · 4 years

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You know what? This hickey thing is adorable as Hell so Imma jump on the bandwagon too if it's okay! Could I have the nervous wrecks that are Midoriya and Tamaki leaving hickeys on their s/o? These two kill me of how cute they are XD

Midoriya and Tamaki Giving Their S/O Hickey’s

Requests: Open!

Warnings: slightly nsfw

Please feel free to leave a comment!

Midoriya

- The two of you were snuggling on his bed reading over one of the chapters for an upcoming test. His chin was rest on your shoulder as you sat between his legs. You hold the book while he flips the pages. After a while he takes note of your sweet scent and his eyes shift over to your bare neck.

- He’d blush before shifting his eyes away to try and focus back on the book. Unsurprisingly, you had caught him in the act without his knowledge and hummed lowly in amusement before leaning over to kiss his neck playfully.

- Midoriya would tense up and start rambling about why you would do that? He thought the two of you were studying? You shut his ramblings up by shifting around and pressing your lips against his.

- Instead of pulling away and getting back to work, Midoriya kept his hands on your lower back and shifted one to run through your hair. Your hands are already in his, gently pulling on the strands which earns you a low groan from the boy.

- The two of you are pretty calm when it comes to PDA, mostly only holding hands in public and doing simple cuddles inside the dorm rooms. However, there are just some days when the tension from the week go to you and you just wanted to indulge in each other.

- You’re usually on top of him, peppering kisses down his neck and across his face. You’ll catch his lips every once in a while, and can basically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

- When he does want to take control and be on top, his hands are usually more adventuress. They wonder around your body more freely, grabbing at your chest and gently massaging as he gentle nips at your neck.

- At first everything seemed innocent enough. A gentle make-out session had begun, that quickly turned more heated. He had you pressed against his mattress and shuddered when your legs lazily wrapped around his waist.

- However, it wasn’t till your phone started to buzz with a text that you broke away, much to Izuku’s disappointment. He even let out a low groan, causing you to giggle. You were going to give the boy what he wanted, leaning in once more to continue your make out session, but your phone wasn’t letting up.

- A bit irritated you were tempted to throw the device, but decided to see what was going on. As you scrolled through your phone you couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling of Midoriya’s lips on your neck. You shuddered as his teeth grazed against a pressure point on your neck and latched onto a sensitive spot.

- Midoriya continued to place love bites along your neck and stopped to suck and nip at certain spots. However, he didn’t really take note of what he was doing. He was just keeping himself busy as he listened to you type away at your phone. He was more than happy when you put it down to reconnect your lips.

- However, by the time the two of you finished and decided that you needed something to eat, he had noticed. He watched you sit up and stretched, rolling your slightly sore neck. That’s when you noticed how pale his face had went.

- “Everything okay Midoriya?” You asked, staring at your boyfriend confused. Quickly he went to retrieve the small mirror he knew you kept in your bag to touch up your make up and handed it to you apologizing over and over again. Your face lit up in embarrassment. Your neck had about four or five hickeys.

- You watched as he quickly retrieved one of his hoodies, surprisingly not an All Might one, and watched as he rushed out of the room. By the time he came back he held your bottle of concealer in his hand, handing it off to you and continuing to apologize.

- You finally had the quiet the boy down by giving him a surprise kiss and reassuring him that you weren’t mad.

Tamaki

- After giving Tamaki a hickey, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed whenever you peered at his neck. Hell, even when the two of you shared a kiss that would become slightly heated, you felt nervous pressing kisses against his neck. You even felt him tense up a few times before quickly relaxing.

- Both of you had been busy with the end of the semester around the corner, thus you were both going full force into your studies. Both of you sat on the floor, books and notes sprawled out around you. Once evening rolled around, Tamaki received a text from Mirio asking both of you to join him and Nejire for dinner.

- “Bunny, are you ready for dinner?” He’d asked, though wasn’t surprised you remained quiet. You were too engrossed in your work to hear him. Anxiously, he inched his fingers towards your hand, his pinky gently brushing against your hand. “Bunny?” He’d called again.

- Nothing. Instead you shifted your hand to interlock with his, thinking he wanted to hold your hand as you flipped the next page of your book. Tamaki blushed as you held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “(Y/n)? It’s time to go eat.” He stated before shifting beside you.

- He didn’t know what else to do to get your attention. He knew you took your studies seriously and felt uncomfortable for intruding, however you needed to eat.

- Tamaki shifts to get beside you, and wraps his arm loosely around your waist. “(Y/n), bunny, we’ve been studying for two hours and I believe we’re both hungry.” He’d whisper in your ear, cheeks burning a bright red. He listened as you mumble a few more minutes, but he knew you’d just continue worked.

- He’d rest his chin on your shoulder, lips gently brushing against your neck causing you to shudder. However, he took note of your reaction. It seemed as if your focus altered. Nervously he’d lean in and press his lips against your neck. He tries his best to remember how you did it. The way your lips moved against his neck.

- He can’t help but shudder as he listens to you drop your notebook, your fingers finding their way into Tamaki’s hair. The two of you just fall into the mood. His lips leaving different marks on your skin without either of you really processing what he was doing. Finally, his lips meet yours, both of you moaning lowly.

- The two of you continued your little make out session till a knock was heard at the door. Both of you were more than tempted to ignore whoever was out there, but the sound of Mirio’s voice calling out to Tamaki broke the two of you apart. Both of you knew him and Nejire wouldn’t let up till either of you opened the door.

- When you did finally open the door, your two friends just stared at you. Sure, both your faces were a bit flushed, but you were sure that the two of you had kept everything under wraps?

- Your face lit up in embarrassment as Nejire finally burst out laughing. Mirio was trying to calm her down, trying to convince her not to say anything too blunt. Both you and Tamaki were confused and shared a confused look. That was until he took note of your neck.

- He’d never felt his face turn so red before. He quickly apologized to his friends, requesting that they wait a few more minutes before rushing you back to your room. Confused you asked what was going on, and that’s when it clicked. Nejire staring at you, Tamaki’s eyes widening when he peered at your neck. He had given you a hickey.

- Once the two of you got into your room, you finally took the chance to see how bad it was. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad. Two hickeys honestly. Meanwhile, Tamaki began to freak out as he searched for your concealer and tried to help you apply it. Finally, you took the boys hands in yours, pressing soft kisses against his knuckles and reassuring him that it was okay.

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skzcinnamonfluff · 3 years

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Imagine - The Boys find out you can play Guitar

Summary: I play the guitar and it’s funny the different reactions I get when people find out I can play (More than just Wonderwall xD) So I thought it would be cute to write a cute little drabble about when each of the members finds out you can play guitar.

Channie:

Okay Channie would honestly be surprised that he didn’t already know that about you

You both would know practically everything about each other, so randomly seeing and hearing you play wouldn’t be expected

One day you were at the dorms chilling on the sofa because you were waiting on Chan to get home.

Seungmin and Hannie would be playing around with the guitar while you watched

At some point they got bored and asked if you wanted to learn how to play, very much to their surprise you shyly told them you already knew how to play.

They were too excited and told you that you HAD to show them

So you did, you happened to learn one of their songs. So you started playing the Neverending Story OST

About midway into the song in walked Channie and Changbin.

You paid them no mind, but as they walked in Chan did a double take because he didn’t realize it was you playing the guitar.

He smiled so wide because he had no idea you could play

By the time you ended the song, the boys applauded you, then you noticed Chan was standing there watching you in awe, you said hi putting the guitar to the side to get up and hug your boyfriend

He hugged you back and said “(Y/N), how come you never told me you could play?”

You shrugged and responded, “I don’t know it didn’t seem like it was super important.”

This shocked him even more, “Not important?? (Y/N) That was beautiful, you play like a pro of course it’s important! I wanna let you play in one of our songs! That is if you want to?” He said making eye contact.

You blushed, never having anyone compliment your playing like that, “Well thanks Channie, it’s always just been a hobby for me, I didn’t think it was that good. But I’d love to play in one of your songs if you want me.”

Lee Know

He would fall deeper in love with you when he saw you playing for the first time.

You were both seniors in high school and you signed up for the talent show.

Lee Know knew you were joining the talent show line up, but you wouldn’t tell him what you were doing.

On the night of the talent show he would be sitting eagerly waiting for it to be your turn on the stage, disappointed when anyone but you walked out on the stage

When it was your turn though, you can bet this boy would be star struck

You were wearing the cutest outfit, and in your arms was an acoustic guitar.

You spotted him in the crowd and gave him a wink before you started. You decided to play and sing It’s You by Henry Lau

He was already your biggest fan, he had the sweetest smile on his face and swayed along to the song

You got 2nd place, but to Minho you were number one

He ran up to you afterwards and pulled you in the tightest hug swinging you around, “Baby why didn’t you tell me you could play and sing like that?”

You giggled and said, “Well I wanted to surprise you with a song just for you.”

He smiled and said, “Well now you’re gonna have to serenade me like that more often.”

Changbin:

Binnie would be so stinking proud of you

The first time he heard you play was at your family’s house, you didn’t come from a musically talented family, you just so happened to get every last drop of talent, so your parents always asked you to play when you came to visit.

We was across the room talking to your brother so at first he didn’t realize you were playing, he thought it was coming from a speaker until he looked over

When he did he smiled and looked over to your brother so happy, and he was like “I know right she’s been playing since we were kids.”

When he heard that, he would just think, “Of course my baby can play the guitar, is there anything she can’t do?”

He would make it a point to tell people you could play anytime there was a guitar in the room because he loved watching you play

He couldn’t wait to get you to play for one of his songs

Hyunjin:

You would be sitting next to him on the couch while he was practicing on his new guitar

He bought one because he wanted to learn a new skill in his free time

You were just scrolling through Tik-Tok while he was struggling to play a barre chord, which you know is tough for beginners

After about 10 minutes of not being able to get the note he put the guitar down and sighed laying his head against the back of the couch in defeat

You smiled and decided to pick up the guitar yourself. Hyunjin felt you move but didn’t bother to open his eyes until he heard a sweet guitar melody playing beside him

He opened his eyes and looked at you amazed, “(Y/N)?!”

You smiled and stopped playing for a second, “Yes my love?”

“You can play the guitar?!”, he asked getting super close to your face.

“I do, since I was a little kid. My Grandma got me a beginner guitar and I’ve been playing ever since. Oh and that chord you were trying to play was B minor right?” You asked him.

He was still kind of in shock, but managed to answer “Yeah, uh yeah I think so, I wasn’t able to get the chord to play so I kind of gave up”

“Barre chords are tough when you start out, but the key is you have to get the finger position down and then make sure you’re pushing down hard enough so the note will play clearly.”, you explained and showed him the chord

“Ya (Y/N)! You’re so stinking cool!” He said after successfully playing the chord you showed him putting the guitar down and tackling you in a hug.

Jisung

You also worked at JYP

You and Hannie met when he was a trainee, and you started dating shortly after

He knew that you helped with producing, but he doesn’t know the specifics of your job.

One day he was preparing to do a solo song and he requested for a guitar player to play a live accompaniment for him.

You happened to be very skilled at playing guitar, and sometimes you would play the accompaniments for other artists recordings.

You weren’t super busy that day so you asked if you could play the accompaniment for him

You decided not to tell him though because you wanted it to be a surprise

He was in the practice room waiting for the guitarist, when the door opened to reveal you with a guitar strapped to your back.

He instantly smiled as he watched you get your guitar out and walk over to him

Deciding to be a little cheeky, you stretched out your hand and said, “ It’s very nice to meet you Han-Sunbae, my name is (L/N), (F/N).”

He chuckled and shook your hand and played along, “It is nice to meet you, I hope we can get along.” even throwing in a bow.

Then he pulled you into a side hug walking you over to your stools.

“So you’re gonna be my accompanist? Why didn’t I know you could play guitar?” He asked poking your cheek.

You giggled swatting his hand away. “Well I’m on the producing team, I figured you might know I play some sort of instruments.”

He replied, “You overestimate the power of my brain my dear.”

You laughed at him as you were getting set up.

“It is a nice surprise though, now lets see you in action!” He said excited to hear you play for the first time.

He was amazed to say the least, watching the way your fingers plucked the delicate melody was like listening to an angel play the harp.

Felix

You and Felix were just hanging out, and you were reading while Felix was laying his head on your lap playing a game on his phone

You were perfectly content, but after a while Felix put his phone down and you could tell he was getting restless

He was staring up at you and he would randomly poke your face trying to get your attention but you would just giggle and keep reading

Then he switched to plan b which was to ask you questions until you gave him the attention he wanted.

“(Y/N), watcha reading?” He asked trying to stretch his head around far enough to see the back cover.

“(Book Name) it’s pretty good.” You said continuing to read.

He sat up and obnoxiously leaned his head on your shoulder trying to see the pages, “Oh yeah what’s it about?” He asked curiously.

You smiled and put the book down, “Do you really wanna know, or are you just bored?”

He laughed guiltily, “Yeah (Y/N) I just wanted your attention.”

You got up abruptly causing Felix to fall over on the couch.

Not bothering to move he just groaned into the couch cushion and asked what you were doing. “Just preparing some background music.”

A few minutes later, Felix heard your footsteps coming closer, and a sweet guitar medley started playing.

In his mind, you went and brought your speaker to play the music, so imagine his shock when he sits up to ask what you’re playing and seeing the guitar in your hands.

“Babe you play the guitar?”, he asked dumbfounded at the new realization.

You giggle and responded, “Yeah I’ve been working on it for a while now in secret. I’m not the best, but I’m getting better.”

“What do you mean?! That is beautiful, I had no idea I was dating the most talented guitar player in the world.” He says and then proceeds to cheer for you like your the best performer in the world.

Seungmin

One day Seungmin was going to use a practice room at the company to work on his vocals for one of their new songs before recording

You also happened to be at the company that day because you weren’t confident in playing yet, so you told no one, not even Seungmin that you were learning

You did have to pat yourself on the back, you didn’t realize how exhausting hiding the fact you were learning guitar from your group and your boyfriend for the past 7 months would be

You were pretty good, though you didn’t really believe it, you knew you could play proficiently now

Well neither of you told the other that you would be practicing early that morning seeing as both of you would usually be sleeping at this time, but it happened to be the most convenient

As you were setting up, the door started to open startling you because you didn’t expect anyone else to be there that early

Both of you were shocked to say the least to see each other that early in the morning

The shock wore off quickly though, both of you being excited to see each other, you ran over to give him a big hug saying how much you missed him

He hugged you back smiling so big because he didn’t expect to see you that day.

As he went to back away from the hug, he noticed the guitar case and music

“Hey (Y/N), why is there a guitar case, is someone else practicing with you today?” He asked curiously.

You froze realizing he could see your guitar. “Well.... no one else is joining me today. That is actually my guitar. I’ve been learning how to play for a while now.” giggling shyly.

“No way! Why didn’t you tell me that’s awesome!” He said excitedly.

“I don’t know I guess I wanted to get good before anyone heard me play.” you responded back to him.

“Oh wait so no one’s ever heard you play before? Will you play for me (Y/N) pleeeeease?” He asked giving you his best puppy dog face.

You groaned jokingly, “Minnie noooo, you know I can’t resist your adorable face.” You squeezed his cheeks together, “Fine I suppose I’ll play for you, but you have to promise you won’t laugh no matter how bad it is.”

“Okay.” He muttered out and gave the best smile he could manage seeing as you were still holding his face.

You giggle at your silly boyfriend and gave him a quick peck on the lips, letting his cheeks go.

So there he sat expectantly waiting for your performance on the floor as you were tuning your guitar

You were nervous, not only because you’ve never played for anyone before, but also because you were playing Congratulations by Day 6 which was Seungmin’s favorite band

You took a deep breath and started playing, choosing to ignore the gasp you heard from your boyfriend.

Your eyes were closed for most of the song, as you allowed yourself to get caught in the music

When you played the last note, you opened your eyes to see Seungmin staring at you in awe, startling you when he started cheering for you and telling you how beautiful you sounded

You smiled and thought to yourself that maybe it was time to stop hiding your new skill

Jeongin

Okay before we begin this one I just wanna say how much I miss Jeongin with braces, he is like the most precious little bean in the world 🥺

Anyways...

Back before you were both trainees you started dating and now you’re both in your debut groups

Sometimes after school you Jeongin and a group of the other trainees would hang out

One day one of your friends was bored and proposed that you all plan a day to come in and do a show and tell of sorts

You would bring something that meant a lot to you and show it to the rest of the group

You all agreed and while trying to figure out what you were gonna bring the idea popped in your head to bring your guitar

It meant the world to you because your grandfather bought it for you in America, brought it back and taught you how to play before he passed away

You were a little nervous because it’s been a couple years since you’ve played it, but you could never forget after the hours you poured into playing it

The next day you got there first and hid your guitar case behind the sound equipment in the practice room

Everyone showed their thing to the others, including Jeongin who brought a ring he bought in Australia

So when it came down to you Jeongin started leaning on you and teased you because he didn’t thought you forgot

You smirked and got up causing him to fall over comically distracting everyone from you walking across the room to get your guitar

When you pulled out the guitar Jeongins jaw dropped because he seriously thought you didn’t bring anything

Then you started playing and the room went silent aside from the beautiful melody coming from the guitar

When you were done your friends erupted in cheers

Except for Jeongin who was just grinning at you like an adorable little idiot

“Wow, (y/n) how long have you been able to play like that? I had no idea!” Jeongin said jumping up to look at the guitar.

You giggled and said, “I’ve been playing since I was like 5. My grandpa bought it for me in America and taught me how to play before he died.” smiling fondly at the memory of your grandfather.

Jeongin squeezed your hand and smiled back and said, “Well you should play more often, he taught you well!”

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kessielrg · 3 years

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[Kingdom Hearts] Commission Please!

Summary: In which concentrated bits of chaos meet a shy artist. Dedicated to @chibi-mushroom, my Namine-sensei and to whom I’m converting in to a bunny child appreciator. xD

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,210 words

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There was always something interesting happening in Disney Town. The colors, the sounds, the smells- it was nearly overwhelming as Namine breathed it all in. The atmosphere of the place always seemed to knock Namine slightly off guard every time she set foot in it. Disney Town was a very alive world, and all the experiences with it flowed through effortlessly. She was always so amazed that every day was different than the last- definitely a stark contrast to how she started out in the world. Today, Disney Town offered something new, something no one had seen before and was quite hard to ignore.

“Where on earth did all these bunny kids come from?!” Lea demanded once they entered town square. They were very hard to ignore. Every foot or so, there was at least one of the small, blue bunnies getting into some sort of trouble.

“Not sure,” Kairi said, just as a bunny kid hopped onto her head, bent down to look her in the eye, happily wave, then bound off of her head. She couldn’t hide her little giggle as she went on to add, “But they sure are cute.”

“Ri-ight.” Lea snorted. He looked down to see a bunny child at his feet. It stuck its tongue out at him before laughing rather maniacally. “They look about as cute as a wart on someone’s toe. Just as persistent too.”

“Lea!” Kairi admonished, gently smacking him with the back of her hand. The taller redhead did nothing to defend himself. Instead he gave them a charming little grin that feigned innocence.

Namine let out a little chuckle as well. Lea turned to her with the most hurt expression one could offer.

“Not you too, Namine!” he whined. “I thought we had amnesty once we became Somebodies. We’re good now!”

“Not when you’re still being cruel to innocent children.” Namine teased.

“I didn’t even touch them!”

Namine and Kairi looked at each other before dissolving into a round of giggles. Lea deflated, knowing that he was never going to win this argument. Their moment of fun was broken when a loud drum march started to play. The three looked up to find the source of the noise. Sure enough, there was a small group of bunny children with drums and leading a small parade filled with nothing but other blue bunny children. One of the bunnies in front was holding a banner reading ‘Lunch Time 4 Us!’ and waving it quite happily.

In high, squeaky voices, the leading bunny children started to chant;

“Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me!”

On cue, another round of tiny voices shouted as they joined the parade, “La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

“Hey there, hi there, ho there! You’re as welcome as can be!”

“La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

The chant continued as the parade marched their way through the square and into a cafe.

“Well…” Kairi was the first to muse, “Guess we’re not going to eat in there.”

“Must be lunchtime.” Namine noted with a grin.

“Must be something.” Lea decided as he scratched the back of his head. All the while, the bunny children continued with their march.

“Uncle Mick!”

“Papa too!”

“Uncle Mick!”

“Papa too!”

“Forever let us hold our ice creams high!”

“High, high, high!”

“Come along and sing a song, and join the jamboree!”

“La-de-da la-de-da la-de-da-da-da!”

The bunny children holding up the rear, who hadn’t entered the cafe yet, let out a cheer before slamming the cafe door behind them. The square was suddenly rather quiet without them all making a ruckus.

“I, for one, am glad they’re gone for now.” Lea told the girls. “That is not a song I want to have memorized.”

Kairi gave Namine a wicked glance before turning back to Lea. She didn’t give any warning before she opened her mouth to sing, “Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me?”

Lea suddenly went pale. “Kairi, no!”

“Hey there, hi there, ho there!”

“Kairi! I’m warning you!”

“You’re as welcome as can be!”

“This is your last chance!”

“Come along and sing a song, and join the jamboree!”

“That’s it, get over here so I can teach you a lesson!” Lea hollered as he barrelled at Kairi. Kairi herself let out a little yelp before bolting away. She then let out a joyful laughter as Lea chased her around the square, and out to a different area. Namine considered following them, but decided it was best they get their energy out. There certainly wasn’t any shortage of it in this world.

Instead, Namine made herself comfortable at a nearby bench and simply relaxed. After being accustomed to the energy of the world again, she carefully pulled out her drawing pad, some colored pencils, and did one of the most relaxing hobbies she had yet to replace; drawing.

She started with the square itself. The bench she was on was facing a nice gazebo, which in turn was framed rather well by the entrance to Disney Castle behind it. She wondered for a moment if she had enough colors in her palette to capture the atmosphere just right. If not, maybe it was time to experiment with cross hatching. As she got into her familiar, comfortable groove, Namine started to hum a few bars of the bunny kid’s march. It was a pretty catchy tune. She’d have to ask Riku if he was familiar with it- he came around Disney Town often enough to visit the King, he must have heard it at least once.

Quite some time passed as she drew. Namine didn’t even notice when some of the bunny children started to file out of the cafe. A little pack of four started to play in the gazebo. It looked like a rather fun game of hide and seek. Namine didn’t realize that she had started to draw the bunny children playing until she had finished shading the first blue bunny. She blinked at her page with mild bewilderment. She had heard stories about ‘automatic writers’ and how they would write whole letters by hand while supposedly controlled by some outside force. She didn’t personally believe them until she saw the blue bunnies in her drawing. It was like she didn’t even recognize her own ability.

“Hey fellas!” a high pitched voice said from beside her, succeeding in scaring Namine nearly out of her wits. She quickly looked to her left and saw one of the bunny kids standing next to her. Namine flinched when it whistled to get the other two’s attention.

Its siblings (she assumed they were all siblings, at least) immediately stopped what they were doing. They took a glance at Namine, then at the bunny beside her, then started to bounce on over. They stopped at her feet. Namine was so bewildered at the past minute’s events that she had to take another moment to register what was going on.

“Oh! Hello there.” she finally greeted. “Would you like to see what I drew?”

All four bunny children nodded their heads- the one that had surprised Namine had gone down with the rest of its siblings. There was power in numbers, and she had a feeling those blue bunnies were well aware of it. Despite herself, Namine carefully turned her drawing around for them to see. Her work was immediately accepted with a round of ‘oh’s and ‘aww’s. It made her heart flutter with pride. She felt rather selfish when the four bunnies decided to just up and leave without another word. Namine sighed, hoping that they’d come back, before going back to finish up a few bits on the drawing.

Her wish was granted quite a few minutes after. Just as she was finishing up her drawing, the four bunny children from earlier were coming back to her. At least, she assumed they were the same as before- it was hard to tell when those blue bunnies all looked the same. Regardless, Namine greeted them all with a bright smile.

“Hello again,” she said, “How can I help you?”

The bunny children all stared at the one bunny standing in the back. It was bashfully hiding something as it stepped forward. The other bunnies let out a pleased ‘ta-da!’ while the bashful bunny presented Namine with a flower. It wasn’t anything too special, probably plucked from the caste gardens based on its hue.

“O-oh, thank you.” Namine stammered. “But I don’t need-”

She stopped dead in her tracks- the pitiful, pleading faces of the bunnies made it increasingly hard to say no. After a moment of mental wrestling, Namine offered a smile.

“It’s very lovely.” she said as she carefully took the flower. “Thank you. I’ll use it as a commission.”

The bunny children suddenly perked up. A new word had been spoken to them- one that they could already tell held the promise for more lovely drawings. They looked back up at her expectantly. Namine didn’t think herself that good at charades, but she could almost gather what they wanted to ask her.

“A commission is when you give something to someone in return for their goods. In this case, the flower is your commission for me drawing your picture earlier. Do you understand now?”

The bunny children looked at each other for a moment. They seemed to have a moment of revelation before turning back to Namine with a wide grin. In unison, the bunnies happily nodded.

“That’s good.” Namine smiled, giving them a happy nod of her own back to them.

Giving a grin that seemed rather mischievous in hindsight, the blue bunny children bounded off in different directions to do whatever it was they planned on next. Namine wasn’t aware that she was going to be a part of this plan. Not yet. For now, she decided to put her drawing things away to go find Lea and Kairi. She hadn’t seen them since they ran out a good hour ago. Not that she expected anything bad to happen to them, but still. You never knew in their world.

Thankfully, both Kairi and Lea were safe when Namine found them. Apparently they had raced each other to the go-kart track, which then proceeded to be an even more heated race between them. Namine had caught them at the end of their sixth round.

“Who won?” Namine curiously asked.

“I did!” Kairi boasted at the same time Lea mumbled, “She did.”

Namine afforded a small laughter. With the three of them together again, they decided that it was likely time to get something to eat. On their way back to the square, a large hoard to bunny children came bounding to the trio. They bunnies were so packed together that it was just a sea of rippling blue. Not sure of what to do, or where the bunnies were even heading, Lea, Namine, and Kairi simply stopped in their tracks.

“I don’t like how they’re in a stampede.” Lea murmured to the girls. “Who do you think they’re going to terrorize? That’s a terrorizing formation if I’ve ever seen it.”

The girls just shrugged, but they got their answer soon enough. The hoard stopped right at Namine’s feet. A fact that didn’t surprise her nearly as much until a few started to stack on top of each other. They continued to stack until the bunny child on top was at about Namine’s eye level.

“Hi!” the top bunny child happily said, giving a wave so energetic that it made the tower wobble a bit. The bunny didn’t give anyone time to react before pulling out a picture of their own. It was rather crudely done, but it was still easy to depict a black cat with a pink shirt and matching little hat. Putting on a wide grin, the bunny child told Namine, “This is our mama.”

“We want to surprise her!” one of the bunny kids in the stack said.

“Please draw us for Mama.” another bunny said.

“Draw us for Mama! Draw us for Mama!” the rest of the hoard chanted.

For the longest time, Namine was speechless. When she did try to say something, it only came out in a strangled, “I…” as she looked to Kairi and Lea. They seemed just as overwhelmed as she was.

The bunny children must have been expecting this because a few others formed a second stack. This time, the bunny on top was holding a rather large sack that, when shook, sounded like munny twinkling inside.

“We’ll commission you.” the bunny at the top of the second stack grinned.

“It’s all our allowance!” the hoard cheered at once. “63,000 munny!”

Lea let out a low whistle. “That’s a LOT of Mega-Potions…”

Indeed it was, and it only caused more conflict inside Namine. Why was it so hard to say no to troublemakers when they were being so earnest? Maybe it’s because the bunny children were still just that- children. They weren’t perfect, but when they put their heart into something, it was all they desired. It was admirable. It was hard to say no to.

“Sure.” Namine then decided, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to take it back later. “Why not?”

The bunny children cheered.

#kingdom hearts #epic mickey #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh namine #bunny children #namine #kh kairi #kairi #lea #kh lea #kh fanfiction #fanfiction #kh fan fic #fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic #writers on tumblr #bunny kids

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Talk to me more about some of your favorite singing/vocal quirks from the "Cats" cast... <3

Absolutely! I have this...I don’t know how to describe it, but like I’ll pick up on how a performer delivers or sings a certain line or word and it will hit the *exact right chord* in my brain and I will hold onto it for the rest of my life XD

I might just call this part one because, while a handful came to mind, I have a feeling I am missing some obvious ones.

-First of all I have to reiterate how much I love that section I just posted about when Ross Finnie is singing it because he sings it in such a unique way, with stress on different syllables than usual. The "you could make it dark or bright - and - a button you could turn to make a breeze” is my absolute favourite, but I also love the: “It was very pllleasent when they found theirlittleden - with their name written. up. on the dooor”

-The squeaks and lisps in Lee Greenaway’s voice, but like especially in this clip here (”You could say that by in large it was ME who was in charge, of the Sssleeping Car Express - I’d supervise them ALL *back down* more or less”)

-I have 0 idea how to describe this, but the way Ken Page sings the word “assign” on the OBC is spine tingling (he also has a rather district sounding vibrato that you can hear getting more prominent as he got older - it came more from his throat and upper chest)

-David Hibbard literally growling and snarling through Tugger’s number for no other reason than he wanted to is peak Tugger energy, and I refuse anything to the contrary (Like he *greatly* emphasized it for this performance, he’s perfectly capable of singing it regularly - but like where’s the fun in that?)

-Jack Rebaldi’s spikes in his voice and the way he would pronounce certain words are delightful - they’re particularly noticeable in his English performances: “Foryourpollicledog is a dour YORK-sheer tyke” “no longer alOOF” and “he gave a great lEAP” (His Spanish performances had him rolling every R like his life depended on it and bless him)

-A classic, but when they screech the latter half of “another peke’s been st-AYE-FLED” ala Aeva Mae I *automatically* like it more

-I like how Keith Bernardo would say “re-JOICE”, that sounded like he would toss his head back and forth (in two beats) when he said it for some reason (his voice was also lovely - much more classical sounding than usual)

-Matthew Jessner, when he was in the 1989 Paris production, would drag out the first part of “Jalupates” (”JJJ /a/ lupates”) and dip in the a so he was in a sliiightly different key than everyone and it worked really well when you could hear it.

-Paul Nicholas’ more unique accent was *very* prominent when he would sing, and would drag his “i’s” out to sound almost like “ayes”, and that really came through during his “Hey Mr. Producer!” performance

-Gino Emnes’ laughter and guffawing while he performed and that soaring opening note is just *chefs’s kiss* (Also the almost whiny way he would drag out his “w’s”)

-Speaking of Gino Emnes (And Andrea Rossi), I automatically like a Tugger more if he does this or this (The rising on the first syllable and then the drag/vibrato of the last part)

-This is a cheat, but Sir John Mills mostly talk-sings (rhythmically) through his whole performance - except there are certain moments like this little bit here where there is just a *little* glimpse of melody there - like a voice that actually was sweet when he was young and IDK if that was on purpose or completely by accident buT.

#jellicles ask because jellicles dare #theimpossiblescheme #i am also here for david arneil having literally the best vibrato i have ever heard on a skimble #i will listen to the way he sings 'walking up and down the station' three dozen times in a row and never get sick of it #but you all knew that #i'm not super into memory as a number so i don't usually listen extremely closely to grizabellas #but i've been meaning to do that - like listen to a bunch of them in a row and rank them

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 3 years

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2021 Megaman Valentine’s Day Contest Results

Among the many things this past year or so has tested us with is delays, and I apologize that this year’s Valentine’s Day contest results are included in that. I certainly did not plan on this taking until March to get completed, and I am sincerely sorry to have kept you all waiting. But hopefully it is all worth the wait!!

Thanks once again to every single one of you who participated! I will be contacting the winners soon enough. Work will probably keep me from replying to everyone immediately, but I will send a message about prizes hopefully within 24 hours.

Also, my thanks to @subzeroiceskater for helping out with judging this year. Not to mention the promo pic above and other assorted bonuses that always bring me a big smile. I might say this seemingly every year, but you all made judging this VERY hard. It might have something to do with the themes as well, but I think both of us flipped and rearranged our rankings repeatedly, and even then, it was hard to decide on who would place. XD Each one of you did an amazing job!

After the break, you’ll see the winners for both categories, along with all of the entries. Raffle prize winners will be noted below by their alias, as well.

Category 1: Kiss From a Rosered (Talent)

For our talent category this year, the theme focused on your favorite Megaman characters giving roses to their special someone, along with incorporating the symbolism of specific rose colors within the piece. That rose color was also to be the predominant color within the piece, to the best of your ability.

A grand total of 9 entries were submitted for this category. You can see the full gallery of all entries at full-size [HERE]. Each entrant’s name will also link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) Sapphire: *$100 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

Oooooh, this is so cute and pink! Piiink~ Ehem. I love the depth, angle, and color grading of these—notice how Roll’s black linework is at the forefront of the pic but colors mixes with the lights and colors from the sun further along the pic. There’s a lot to admire about how everything easy to read with so many competing elements like the similar hues and bright lighting.

Pink roses usually mean a gentler sort of love but did you know that different shades of pink could signify different things as well? A darker shade may mean gratitude; medium shade could be about a first love or congratulations while a light shade may mean admiration. Tron holding a singular pink rose with varying shades of pink while literally tripping over herself and a Servbot could only mean—that this is hilarious.

Miyabi said:

From a technical standpoint, I think your piece clearly felt the most polished, crisp and virtually professional of the bunch. But more than that, I felt it also best gave off the vibe of the rose color dominating the piece, but in very subtle, beautiful ways. Where as the pink sunset causes many of the normally white areas, like Roll’s collar/sleeves, parts of Gustaff, and more, to ooze that pink lighting. Even with her klutziness, you still also portrayed the feeling of sweetness, admiration and appreciation that a pink rose conveys. Just so pretty, calming, and joyful to look at!

2.) Forceway: *$75 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

There is a sort of gentle irony with how Skull Man and Shade Man are both robots modeled after horror symbols—skulls and vampires—but are here surrounded by a soft sea of pink roses. The dark night is often depicted as a primal fear because it hides our deepest fears but here—illuminated by the bright shining moon—the night is transformed into a scene of love—perhaps devotion, with how Shade is gently cradling Skull, as well with the church bell in the background. This is a very tender piece mixing the shadows and the sweet.

Miyabi said:

I know most digital art programs have the brushes and shortcuts to make detailing things like roses a lot easier, but your bed of roses certainly look all done by hand on your own, and that alone impressed me a ton! Based off of the Ariga Megamix tale of Skull Man not feeling appreciated or having a family after Cossack stored him away, I felt the pink roses and Shade showing him that he is actually appreciated here was a fantastic conceptual choice. Purples in the sky and Shade’s body split the canvas and contrast with the pink well, including how you used the pink for some of the stars in the sky. Beautiful job!

3.) DigitallyFanged: *$50 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

Yellow is a bright color, often evoking the sun, warmth, light, joy and hope. With roses, its positive connotations continue with possible meanings of friendship, care and remembrance. Tabby’s piece seems to evoke the last one the strongest—with Zero, broken and forgotten in a lab—but, not entirely, because of a bond that is stronger than apparent death lives on—even if in this moment, it’s only a memory. Even the roses are not real—just projections of what was once alive. This is fantastic use contrast with the dark, moody blues against the vivid, almost defiant yellows; and the repeated little motifs such as X crying and the water drops falling all over Zero. It stands out from the rest of happy entries with how sad it is but it still manages to be hopeful.

Miyabi said:

Zero’s blonde locks certainly are an iconic part of his design, so playing off of that and focusing on yellow as your rose color fit perfectly. You definitely made this a very emotive piece considering technically, neither of these two are even alive and moving here! As mentioned above, the little details like the water droplets balancing against Cyber Elf X’s tears, the digital lines to make it appear like X has created the cyber-roses for Zero, and Zero’s battle damage caught my eye immediately. You certainly captured the yellow rose symbolism of remembrance and friendly affection beautifully!!

And the rest of the wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

AbilityField: [Page 1] [Page 2] [Page 3] [Page 4]

*Raffle Prize Winner* Captain N Mega Man Cel

Subzeroiceskater said:

It’s so poetic about how this contest theme is about how the language of flowers is used to communicate feelings beyond just using words; and so, the comic is completely silent, relying on actions to convey its meaning. Yellow roses could mean friendship, care and affection; and it’s shown wonderfully with how Iris and Lan are so thoughtful with one another. It’s so cute how Iris missed Lan only because he was already out buying roses for her. Given how hard comics are to make and how this is fully colored, I really wanted to give this first place—however I felt the color usage of yellow could have been stronger, especially with the last page, where it would have had the most impact. I had to squint and zoom out to even see if the lighting had changed. Still, it’s such a very warm and lovely work.

Miyabi said:

I always appreciate the effort people put into making multiple-page comics for these contests, and this is no exception! Even without dialogue, you did a great job at conveying your story through your art in each panel and it was easily understandable. Another utilizing the yellow rose, I certainly felt the friendship and warmth in your tale. As Subzero mentioned, the only thing keeping it from placing was that the yellow colors weren’t as dominant in other areas of the pic, besides the panel by Sal. Still, your coloring was very crisp and vibrant throughout each page, and it was an awesome submission!

aw-colorcat:

Subzeroiceskater said:

With the red for Metal Man, orange for Cut Man and the explosion of yellow flowers, that’s the trifecta of warm colors. Yellow roses could mean delight and this pic is delightful in all ways. Cut looks so cute practically swimming in the sea of flowers and greenery, as does Metal’s adorable expression—which is a feat since he only shows his eyes. I also really like the juxtaposition and balance of this piece from: the rust-brown car against green-yellow nature running wild, and Metal holding a bouquet meanwhile Cut’s covered with plants. It makes me want to get some fresh air myself!

Miyabi said:

Cut Man looks grateful for being able to ride in that pickup bed of flowers, and I have a feeling the two of them had a wonderful time just snipping and sawing away at all the stems to gather them all. XD Love how the yellow and oranges play off of both character’s color schemes nicely. The subtlety of the yellow flowers in the foreground, along with the sun and tree in the background all play off each other well, too! Just an absolutely cute pic!

Dark-Dullahan:

Subzeroiceskater said:

What a fantastic composition. Dark-Dullahan does away with most color, leaving the colors of the mixed-bouquet roses as the main focal point. Classic red for romance, a gentler pink for affection, mixed yellow roses to signify caring and probably so much more—seems like Nana can’t contain her feelings for Massimo. I love how the close up of the bouquet doesn’t just form a kind of heart at the top but serves as the divider between the two, like a diptych. With such a wonderful offering, Massimo would surely accept her feelings.

Miyabi said:

As you brought to my attention, your mixed bouquet had a few different meanings, such as the dark pink representing thanks to Massimo for saving Nana from Silver Horn, and the red tips on the yellow roses to symbolize falling in love. Certainly got those vibes from her shy demeanor, as she sheepishly tries to hand them to him. Also agree with Subzero that the line from the bouquet nicely works as a way to separate them uniquely with the background. Sorry you weren’t able to complete it as fully as you had hoped, but the concept behind it certainly was strong!

Donnie:

Donnie also sent in an alternate version made during the creative process, in a different artistic style, that I still feel needs to be shared, as well. Fun to see the contrast, yet still have the same feeling and mood to the piece.

Subzeroiceskater said:

Oh, I adore this one. It reminds me of a movie poster with the tagline. I love the extra PINK flourishes of the letterings like with the Mega Man logo color change and cute pixelated font and heart. Both Rock and Roll’s expressions are so cute, too—with his more subdued smile contrasted with her exuberant grin. Much like how the pink rose could mean many things like thoughtfulness, cheer or as a show of appreciation, this piece is positively sparkling with affection, hearts and all. It’s clever how the sunset is giving the picture an overall pinkish-red hue while having the yellow light as an outline. A darling piece.

Miyabi said:

With pink roses again, I truly liked the additional hue adjustments where you can feel the warmth and see the lighter pink mixed into their skintone, or areas normally of white - from eyes to teeth to the Megaman logo - that have taken on the pink in it’s place. With the painterly watercolor style you used, it all blends in nicely. Even in your earlier version, I feel you brought a strong game with the hues, but toned down the red from that version to make it feel much stronger towards pink, with a tighter crop of your canvas. It was fun to see how it evolved, and strengthened your piece in doing so! Fabulous job!

DragonMarquise:

Subzeroiceskater said:

No better way to show how madly in love you are than a bouquet of roses that run the gamut of—I can’t call these warm colors because these passions are running hot. Orange seems to be the dominant color here—which in roses could symbolize a love that’s passionate, fierce and deep. It’s also expressed nicely with the two lovers embracing, engaged in mid kiss, their bodies also forming a subtle heart shape, to emphasize the flurry of hearts around them. The bouquet is not just orange roses, however, but a mixed bouquet of the classic romantic red and the more affectionate pink—it’s a piece that’s bursting with all degrees of love.

Miyabi said:

You also certainly mastered the limited color pallette challenge as you tackled this piece! Orange, the color of passion, is certainly felt in their deep kiss and embrace. I too caught the heart shape their heads essentially form, which is then further enforced with the heart of hearts behind them. I thought that concept was pulled off very well. Perfect for the fiery intensity of Match, this turned out to be a very hot pic!

Mattasaurs:

Subzeroiceskater said:

This one has a very clever framing (eh? EH?). The color white is often associated with purity, innocence and hope, and with white roses—weddings and marriage. Sonia dons the classic white wedding dress which has a très élégante design—and the little Lyra on her belt is very cute. The pink background is also very romantic and a nice way to tie in with her theme colors. I dig the lovey-dovey feel of Geo doing the classic bridal carry while clasping a single white rose...but seeing the thorns, I think he better watch his hand!

Miyabi said:

For a theme emphasizing color within the pic, I salute you for taking the biggest challenge in choosing white. In many ways, it could have been the hardest to keep as a predominant color, but still make the pic interesting and visually appealing. Choosing to have the petals all around the frame, with the bouquet nearby was a clever touch. With white often used for weddings and new beginnings, I think the concept of your piece worked just right, where it was subtle, but still incorporated enough other color to give the piece some life.

Category 2: Kawaii-rimi (Humor)

For our humor category this year, the theme focused on your favorite Megaman character gifting the plush form of another Megaman character to their crush, instantly created by a ninja-like character, to play off of the Kawarimi concept from the EXE series.

With just 3 entries in our humor category this time around, every entrant placed. You can see the full gallery of all entries at full-size [HERE]. Each entrant’s name will also link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) Mattasaurs: *$100 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

Y’know how blocks of wood are sometimes used by ninjas when they do that whole body switching thing? I think it’s clever how this pic has Sal—Woodman.exe’s operator—conjuring the doll. Everything about the pic is so fun and colorful: from Sal’s mischievous grin of accomplishment, Miyu being completely shocked by her chibi doppelganger (check out that body language!) and Masa’s confused expression.

Miyabi said:

Yes, while to some, Sal might not be the first one they think of when they think ninja in the Megaman Universe, but I certainly thought she still fits the bill in her design. Usually we don’t see this much emotion or shock out of Miyu, so seeing her torque her body, taken aback at a doll of herself, is amusing in it’s own right. Meanwhile, nothing fazes Masa. And a bit of randomness: oh man, seeing Masa’s head in profile, with his bandana...wow, I never realized how much his head shape with the bandana looks like a fish’s. I can’t unsee it now. Anyways, I also agree that the color, polish, and fun vibe made this a worthy winner!

2.) ColeManX: *$75 prize*

*Raffle Prize Winner* Captain N Cutsman Cel

Subzeroiceskater said:

E-Eyes? What did you mean by that, Mr. RT-55J? Although judging from the sparkle on those booblights… I understand, Cinnamon—if that happened to me, I’d be making asides to the camera, like I was in “The Office”, too. Cinnamon’s enthusiastic smile with this whole bizarre scene really sells it for me but shoutout to Marino’s smug satisfaction in the background.

Miyabi said:

🎵 I kind of liked it your way How you shyly placed your eyes on me Did you ever know That I had mine on you?🎵

RT says it only has eyes for Cinny right now, but it’s also known to be a little grabby hands, so I don’t know if I’d fully trust it...but good thing this is just a plush version. Time for the tables to be turned, and Cinnamon to get her claws and paws on it, instead. Very cute, although after the DiVE V-Day event, we all know this is a ruse and your pal boobeyes only belongs to the Ferham Fanclub. XD

3.) Ronin-Apprentice: *$50 prize*

Subzeroiceskater said:

This whole comic is so sweet and fluffy, nya! ~(=^‥^)ノ☆ It’s adorable how Proto brings up his gift first and the surprise is how Shadow handmade his gift. The little cat-eared Blues design is so darling--almost as cute as him fussing how totally NOT a cat he is. “Did you steal my cat.” had me snorting. Now I’m wondering where Tango went off to…

Miyabi said:

FU-SION-HA!

Aside from getting his own Super Adaptor, this is probably the closest we’ve got to seeing Tango and Blues merged as one. LOL I’m sure that plush would have a ton of fans wishing it actually existed. The panels where Blues embarrassingly hides behind his scarf and gets pet like a cat had me laughing! Very cute and adorable comic, that certainly had the most depth in terms of the theme of this category!

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2021 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest #Fanart Contest

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader: Shall We Dance?

(Author’s Note: Hey all, I’m back but this time with a Bucky fic! I just thought this was an adorable idea, and I even found a soundtrack for it. You could play some 1940′s instrumental jazz in the background while reading this fic to enhance the experience, or not. Up to you!

Also, this is sort of an AU that takes place after Civil War, but where the Avengers don’t separate yet. So yeah I’m jumping on the bandwagon of Avengers still living in the tower with Bucky joining them XD)

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, poking your head around the corner. Taking note of what the guests were wearing, you immediately felt out of place. Despite the party having a 1940’s theme, most of the ladies were wearing rather modern dresses that were long and elegant and touched the floor. Some did go as far as pinning their hair in updos that were fitting for the time period, but even so, you glanced down at your old-fashioned evening gown and perfectly matched shoes with doubt. It was a beautiful deep blue dress that went almost to your ankles. The sleeves were a tad puffy at the shoulders before tightening into long sleeves the rest of the way to your wrists. The outfit was very lovely, but it was most definitely out-dated compared to what the guests were wearing.

It was a birthday celebration for Steve Rogers- a surprise one at that. Stark had volunteered a floor of the Avengers tower for the venue, and Natasha and you had the neat idea of making it an old-fashioned party complete with music from the 1940’s to make things feel more like home. You and Nat had fun researching the sort of clothes worn back then, but apparently not everyone had taken the theme so literally.

“You kidding me?” Natasha responded in a low voice, brows furrowing slightly. “You look great. Now, let’s get out there and own it.” A smile crept on your face, and you were glad to have a friend go into the party with, especially someone as confident as Romanoff. She was dressed in a 1940’s gown too, though hers was a pretty dark green which complemented the red lipstick she wore. “We were pretty specific about the theme of the party,” she continued. “Technically, most of these people are the ones out of place, not us.”

“Good point.”

“This is for Steve anyway. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gesture.”

It wasn’t necessarily the guests that concerned you. Or Steve. A certain someone would be in attendance, and you strived to be cool as a cucumber.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” You stepped out from the hallway and couldn’t help but smile. The music was jazzy, and the lights made the scene even more charming as couples danced on the floor while others conversed at little tables or the bar. Natasha walked beside you, eyes scanning the room. They rested on Bruce, who was talking to Tony with a drink in his hand.

“You going to say ‘hi’?” you asked, giving her a playful nudge. She played it off as if she couldn’t care less, but you knew there was something going on between her and the scientist.

“Maybe later.”

A waiter approached with a tray, and Natasha gratefully accepted a shrimp cocktail while you decided to take a chance on a pastry. As you bit into your snack, you looked to your friend.

“You look beautiful,” you complimented.

She flashed a warm smile, a rare but lovely sight from the secret agent. “You look beautiful too,” she said. Then, her eyes seemed to dart to something behind you. “It looks like someone else thinks so.”

Your mouth fell open. “What?” You snuck a glance over your shoulder in the most subtle way you could before quickly turning away when a pair of dark blue eyes gazed in your direction. Your heartbeat quickened as Natasha raised a brow. “It’s Bucky.”

“Yes, it is,” she nodded, though her probing gaze didn’t leave your face as she took in your expression. “Something wrong?”

“No,” you said quickly. A little too quickly.

Her eyes traveled to the former Winter Soldier before a hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. “Oh, so you still have a thing for him?”

��What? I never told you that.”

“Didn’t need to.” Her smirk grew. “I sort of read people for a living, and it’s written all over your face whenever he walks in the room.”

“Well, glad I was being subtle,” you remarked with an eye roll. “I just get so nervous. He’s a good friend, and…”

“And he’s coming over here.”

“He’s- what?”

“He’s walking this way,” she mumbled under her breath.

You followed her eyes to see those eyes fixed on you as he approached. Though his dark hair was still somewhat long and unkempt, he wore a nice suit and shoes. His lips pressed together in an awkward smile as he entered the space where you and Natasha stood.

“Hey,” he greeted with a small wave.

“Hi,” you said, smiling. Natasha didn’t speak. She only observed the interaction as your eyes wandered the room in desperate search for something else to talk about. “This turned out to be a nice party,” you commented. “You think Steve is having a good time?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, looking over to see the Captain having a dance with Sharon. “It is nice. I think he’s having fun. Sure looked happy to see everyone when he walked in.”

You laughed as you remembered his reaction- your friend and teammate’s look of pleasant surprise and then a big smile as everyone shouted “surprise!” You even asked that Tony get a picture from the security footage.

“Definitely loved the look on his face,” you said. The conversation between the two of you quieted for a minute as both of you looked at your surroundings until Bucky spoke up again.

“You like the music?” he asked, gesturing with a metal hand to your feet. You hadn’t even noticed yourself swaying in place to the tune. The realization caused you to give a sheepish smile and shrug.

“I think I do.”

Bucky’s little awkward smile widened, and his eyes held warmth as he asked, “do you wanna’ dance with me?” Your eyes travelled to that inviting gaze of his, and it was like your heart was doing flips. You nodded, and he extended his other hand to take yours. Then, he looked to Natasha. “Mind if I steal her for a dance or two?”

Natasha smirked again. “Not at all. Have fun, you two.”

Bucky glanced your way again before leading you toward the dance floor. You shot a look at Natasha over your shoulder, mouth falling open in shock that this was happening. She gave a nod of approval.

Bucky stopped before going too far into the crowded space, turning to put the metal hand at your waist while you put your arm around the back of his neck. He exhaled sharply in a silent chuckle, glancing down at his feet. “Sorry,” he said, eyes darting back up to yours. “It’s been a while. I haven’t danced with a woman in….well, about seventy years.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. An ache grew in your heart at the thought. He’d spent a lot of time brainwashed and forced to do awful things for Hydra. Before you could dwell on it much further, you remembered where you were and tried to keep the conversation light-hearted. “Well I hope I don’t disappoint you. I haven’t had much experience dancing to this kind of music.”

“_________,” he said, starting to sway to the music. You let him lead you in the beginnings of the dance. “You are far from disappointing me.” He stepped back to give you a twirl, and you followed through with a smile on your face. “And since I’m out of practice, we won’t do anything fancy.”

“Sounds good to me.”

A warm feeling gathered in your chest, and you were absolutely elated as you and Bucky let the tune carry you both. The grin never left your expression. He seemed to be smiling even wider as he got more comfortable. Hearing this kind of music on the radio used to feel so strange to you. You’d breeze past it to the next station in search of something more to your taste, something more modern. But being there in that moment, dancing with Bucky, it felt so real. So alive. You could see why people enjoyed it. From then on, you’d never think of it the same way.

“You look gorgeous, doll,” Bucky said over the music, drawing your attention from the live band and back to his gaze. The lights reflected as a splash of glowing color amongst the beautiful blue of his eyes. “Where’d you find a dress like that?”

You ducked your head slightly from the compliment. “Oh, I got it online. It was Natasha’s idea. We were hoping everyone would dress up, but turns out it was just us.”

“Well, I like it. Love it, actually.”

“Thank you.” He gave you another twirl just as the song ended, and both of you pulled away to applaud the band along with the other couples. Then, the band took a short pause to turn pages and take a breather before playing a slower song. As the other couples drew closer to dance slowly, you stole a glance at your dance partner, wondering if he’d want to dance this song with you or take a break. Before you could ask, he offered his hand. You smiled, uncertainty vanishing, as he gently pulled you forward and put an arm around you. Your face was inches from his shoulder, and you decided to just go along with it by wrapping your arms around him. You took your first few steps of the dance carefully, adjusting to the slower tune. Despite the hair raised on the back of your neck and the way your breath caught in your throat at the sweet moment you had dreamed of many times, it felt so safe there. So secure. You didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“So I’m impressed,” you said. “No feet have been stepped on yet.”

He pulled away ever so slightly to give you a humorous look. “It’s been some time, but I have danced before, _________.”

You laughed. “Actually I was talking more about myself.”

“Ah. See, that makes more sense.”

“Oh, please,” you joked. “I’m not that bad.”

He chuckled softly and rested his cheek against yours, like you’d seen in old-timey movies, as he swayed with you. “No, no that bad indeed.”

You were stunned into silence again at the contact. Your steps weren’t a concern anymore because it felt like you were floating across the dancefloor.

“Is this okay?” he asked. The question was so quiet considering how close his voice was.

It felt wrong to nod and break the contact, so you just uttered a hushed, “yeah. It’s more than okay actually.”

How long had you been dancing? You weren’t sure. All you knew was eventually the band announced that they’d be taking a break, a well-earned one in your mind. Everyone at the party applauded, and you and Bucky hesitantly pulled away.

“Hey, Buck,” a new voice greeted. “Hey there, _________.”

“Happy birthday, Steve,” Bucky said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re in pretty good shape for being, what, ninety-eight? What’s your secret?”

Steve gave a chuckle. “I already heard that one a few times today. But thanks, my secret is that I go for a run every day.”

“Happy birthday,” you chimed in with a grin, giving him a hug. “Do you like the party?”

“Yeah, I really do. I heard you had something to do with the theme?”

“Me and Nat both did.”

That Steve Rogers smile appeared on his face, softening his features even more. It was the kind of smile that made anyone feel like a million bucks because it was always so genuine. “Well, thank you. It was very sweet of you both.”

“There he is!” Thor called, and the three of you looked over to see him holding up a glass. “The birthday boy! Come hither and tell us one of your tales of victory!”

Steve hesitated, looking at you and Bucky. “Ah, guess I’ll be right back, then?”

“Go see your other guests,” Bucky told him, giving him a nudge. “We’ll catch up with you later.” Steve gave one last wave and approached the group, causing them to erupt in cheers. You and Bucky exchanged looks, laughing.

“How long do you think they’ll keep him?” Bucky asked.

“A while, for sure.” Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Natasha and Bruce conversing casually. Wanda and Vision walked past, both glancing your way and waving. They looked so cute together. With the music gone, all you could hear was quiet chatter and the clinking of glasses and silverware. It was such a peaceful atmosphere.

“Want something to eat?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I do.” He stopped a waiter so that the two of you could grab a few appetizers and go find a seat. You found a few lounge chairs near the window where you could look out at the city lights in the dark. There was some playful banter, as usual, and some brief talk of superhero work before you settled on a game of truth or dare. So far, Bucky had dared you to try a new food that you weren’t so sure about, and you had dared him to throw a straw wrapper at Sam just to get his attention. It was your turn to pick again, and you chose “dare.”

“I dare you,” Bucky began, narrowing his eyes as he leaned back in the chair in thought. “I dare you to save me the next dance, and the one after that.”

Your smile faded at his words while you played with the hem of your dress. “Hm, okay.” You paused. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

“Alright, here’s my question: Is there a reason you want all these dances with me?”

His gaze was fixed on you sincerely as he opened his mouth to reply. Unfortunately, this happened to be the moment that Steve returned.

“I’m back,” he announced. “Sorry about that.” He halted to observe the way you and Bucky looked at each other so intently. “Oh, am I interrupting?”

“Um, no, we were just…”

“Playing a game.” Bucky said quickly. “Truth or dare.”

Steve nodded. “Gotcha’. Hey, was that why you threw straw wrappers at Sam?”

“It was only one straw wrapper,” Bucky corrected. “And yes, it was the reason. If you talk to him again, you should tell him that it was ___________ who put me up to it. I was just following the rules of the game.” He feigned innocence with the casual shrug of his shoulders.

“I bet,” Steve chuckled.

Just then, you noticed the band heading back to their instruments. It appeared that their break was over and they were beginning to play again. Immediately, Bucky looked at you and then his friend.

“Speaking of rules of the game,” he said. “__________ here owes me a dance. Are you up for it?”

You smiled, rising from the lounge chair. “Sure. It was a dare, after all.” In reality, you both knew that it was a joke and you didn’t have to comply with the dare if you didn’t want to, but the thing was, you did want to. You wanted to save all your dances for him. As he led you to the dance floor again, you didn’t see Natasha walk over to Steve with her arms folded.

“You think they’re going to get together?” she asked.

“It’s their business,” Steve pointed out. “Not our place to get involved”. Natasha glanced his way with a raised brow, and he sighed in defeat. “Okay yeah, I think it’s going to happen soon. Back home, Bucky was never this hesitant when it came to dates. He’s really taking his time with her. I think it’s because he really cares about her.”

“That’s sweet, but how do you know he feels that way?”

“He told me. We’re best buds, remember?”

“I thought you and I were best friends,” she deadpanned. They shared a humorous look as they watched the two of you moving to the rhythm of the jazzy music, big smiles across your faces. “I just hope it happens soon.”

“I hear that.”

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xbaebsae · 3 years

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Rain for the wip game? 👀👀👀

Thank you Brenda!! ♥ It's a Rheese x Jake wip from one of the forced-pre-relationship-bonding-situation chapters I self indulgently really enjoy writing xD

The whole wip is 7 pages long so I just chose a snippet of it here :) The story is basically that Jake forced Rheese along to some really boring patrols (his way of saying i like you i guess, genius) so her mood's in the basement. It's also raining. When she finally thinks the day is over and they sit in his truck on the way back to Stone Ridge it breaks down and they eventually break into an old retired fishing store shack.

If we hadn’t been thoroughly soaked before, we sure were once we arrived at the old abandoned shop he’d had in mind. It was a small building next to the main road and I finally knew where we were. Still in the Henbane region and at least 2 hours of foot march to Stone Ridge. “Been a while since I broke in somewhere”, he said after checking the barred doors and windows. “You used to do it regularly?” Acting like nothing happened felt awkward to me, but I didn't want to cause another argument. For one I was tired, my body exhausted from walking all day, and secondly god knows I couldn't take another tense moment like the one just minutes ago. “Here and there.” An adventurous shimmer in his eyes, he gave me a sincere smile that caught me off guard in the shine of my flashlight. With little effort he tossed a couple of planks aside, kicked in the backdoor and entered. God knows why I hesitated to step inside after him, maybe it was because I never broke in somewhere before and this little fact only added to my already fucked up situation. "Ya lookin like a stray wet cat now, Shorty. Gonna embrace it or are ya gonna come inside?" Rolling my eyes and wondering if he'd ever stop with the damn cat analogies if I ignored them, I stepped through the doorframe into the dry sanctuary which didn't belong to us.

The inside was far from comfy, most of the shelves were empty, only a few leftover bottles sat in the shut down fridge behind the counter. “Got some beer here, if you want? Really over its date though”, I yelled. “I take one, beer doesn’t really turn bad.” He barricaded the door from the inside with one of the shelves, finally muffling the sound of the storm outside. “Doesn’t it lose its taste though?” I could really do with one myself but figured he could try it first, it was the least he could do. “One way to find out.” He opened a bottle with his combat knife, downed a lot of it and crunched his nose as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “Lacks a bit of carbon but it’ll do.” Still skeptical, I settled on some cola instead and wished there was anything hot to drink here or at least a bottle of whiskey or other strong stuff to warm me up and to make my company more bearable. Unfortunately those were the only leftover drinks. “Shithole’s gotta have heating somewhere. Go check if there’s some dry clothes lying around. Place used to be a fishing supply shack so maybe we’re in luck.” “What’s your size?” He shrugged. “Anything you could wear as a nightgown, I guess.” I didn’t know why that flustered me but the implication that I’d wear his clothes as nightwear had something very intimate about it and I wasn’t sure how to feel. He didn't picture that possibility himself I hoped.

While Jacob checked out the adjacent staff room, I browsed the shelves for clothes. Rubber boots on mass along with baseball caps but nothing that resembled pants. On the far back wall was a aisle full of t-shirts reading all kinds of dumb fishing slogans. A couple of harmless ones were only left in kid sizes and the sparse selection of adult ones were all stupid sex jokes. “I didn’t know fishing was this sexual”, I looked through the rows of shirts searching for larger sizes. “Wha?”, came from the other room and I decided that all of these were too embarrassing to hand to him. I didn't want him to think I implied something when handing him a shirt playing on 'rod' sizes. “Come here and pick one yourself!”

With crossed arms his eyes wandered over the assortment and I could see him having a harder and harder time to supress a dumb smile. “Fishin’ really gets ya the chicks these days, huh?” “Personally, I’d run away from someone wearing a shirt saying ‘Mine’s so big I need to hands’!”, I stated dryly and he finally let out the chuckle he’d tried to avoid so desperately. “Could see John wearin’ that.” “Oh come on, the way you keep looking back at it, you’d love to aswell!” His eyes lit up playfully when I joined in with a sincere smile. “Ya already know it though, so what’s the point?”, the suggestive undertone in his voice embarrassed me and I was thankful we were standing in the dark so he wouldn’t notice my face turning red. “No… I don’t know that! It’s not my fault I end up touching that ...thing when you can’t control your damn boners!”, I rambled uncontrollably, making him laugh out loud and lean over for a second just to push me with his elbow. “You’re too easy, Shorty!” “I’m not!” My protest didn’t even convince me and after a short moment of silence I let out a long sigh. “Think we only get two options here. Rest looks a bit small, not that I’d mind you taking one of those kids shirts-”, he teased while collecting the two biggest shirts. “I think I’ll pass, thanks!”

#wip stuff #thank you ♥

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iwrestlenow · 3 years

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Many More To Die, Chapter 9

TITLE: Many More To Die (Chapter 9)

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY: Logan tries to find another memory, and comes back with something bigger. Virgil opens up to Remus. More facts about the night of Logan's arrest come to light.

And Janus is definitely out to kill the necromancer--but Roman learns something unexpected when he discovers this plan.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), Moceit (Patton/Janus) and future Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: ...so I felt bad about the cliffhanger. >.> XD

Also, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the words 'pari' and 'geni' were gender neutral terms I created for this world for Logan's parents. They're twisted up with Latin roots for 'parent' or 'creator' because his folks are nonbinary.

Extra apologies for this one because no beta and I just got eager and wrote this in one day. Send help. XD

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more…hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1033, A.A.

The first thing Logan noticed when he woke was the heat. Even with all the little luxuries he earned as a well behaved prisoner, he never woke up warm.

The memories were slow to trickle back to him through the haze of sleep, gentle rain splashing against the surface of his mind.

The assassination. The Green Man. The new quarters, his first private shower in ten years—soft spun cotton lounge clothes instead of the rough, drab, ill fitting uniform of the dungeon's prisoners.

Gentle fingers filled with strength laced securely through his. Strong arms, warm skin...

Logan opened his eyes, and found himself with his face tucked against the curve of a neck. Lifting his head with great reluctance, he found himself faced with a sleeping Roman.

The beauty of it nearly stopped his heart.

Loss had stripped some light from his features, worn them around the edges and haunted his eyes, but in repose his features were smooth and unburdened. He looked younger, surreal in his serene perfection. Something about the act of watching Roman sleep felt important...precious, even familiar...

Roman stirred then, and Logan acted without thinking, reaching out to smooth his fingers through Roman's hair. It was soft against his fingers, warm and silken and he repeated the gesture just for the pleasure of feeling it.

“...'lo?...”

“Hello, Roman.”

Roman hummed, and the arm Logan only just realized was wrapped around his shoulders tightened, pulling him closer against Roman's side.

“Lo.” he murmured, more confidently this time as he opened bright green eyes. “You're here.”

“It appears I fell asleep after our discussion. Apologies.” Logan replied, but could put no real conviction into the words. Something inside him...ached in a beautiful way he couldn't give words to. He didn't know what it meant...

For just a split second, his vision blurred, and Roman was younger, smaller, dark hair lightened by too much time in the sun...

...Logan's mind grew fuzzy again, but not with sleep. He recognized the feeling now, the haze of magic that let him reconnect to Virgil, to a fragment of his past...

The Loom of Memory. Roman spoke about it last night, telling his stories about them as friends—as kindred spirits.

“Logan?...”

Logan shifted to lay on his back, reaching for Roman's hand.

“Virgil restored one of my memories through a piece of personal magic I embedded in an object of power.” he explained, speech slurring just a little as his eyes grew heavier. “If...you took part in a ritual to give me...my power...”

“The Warping.” Roman murmured, rolling on his side. Gripping Logan's fingers tight, he looked down into Logan's face. Something about it tugged at the back of Logan's chest, something that was pulling him back into darkness again.

He could fight the pull. He did not try.

Gripping Roman's hand tight, Logan let his eyes shut.

“Hold on...do not let go.”

As he sank, Logan distantly felt warm lips brush his forehead.

“I never have. I never will.”

********** ...threads. Everywhere, itching, brushing, bothersome. This time, he pulled away from them, just a little. He flexed his fingers, and the shuttle was there, secure in his grip.

He tried to concentrate on seeing it this time. Pulling back, stepping away.

…there.

The loom was massive, the warp glowing softly with a gentle radiance that begged to be touched. Running his fingers over it, Logan sighed with pleasure—warm and whisper soft beneath his fingers, spreading through his hand and up his arm to settle in the core of his being....but loose.

The warp was too loose. Just a little tension was needed for a neat, tight weave.

Logan reached out to try and tighten the warp, but...something was wrong.

“...Logan?”

Who's there?

“Logan, it's me.”

...oh. I...

“Do you need help?”

I—I think so. I don't understand what's happening.

“It's okay—to be honest, I didn't understand then and I still don't. Just take what you need.”

I'll be careful this time.

“Don't worry about it. Just...don't leave me.”

I promise. In fact...will you stay?

“Stay? I...is that all right?”

I do not know—but there's only one way to find out. Help me, if you can.

He tugged gently at the thread—this time, it came smooth and easy. It was hard to do still—simply because it was so distracting, the ecstasy of handling it, letting the warp slide through his fingers and tug sweetly as he secured it to the loom—

When he was done, when it was ready...Logan set to work.

********** 1023, A.A.

Logan was so warm and so comfortable, he never wanted to wake up...but he knew he had to, for some reason.

Opening his eyes with a yawn, he turned his head—then grinned when he realized that Roman stayed.

There was something about seeing him in Logan's bedroom that felt secret and special: Roman, his Roman, with his face half buried in Logan's pillow and mouth slightly open as he slept. It wasn't a pretty sight: he drooled just a little, and he was laying on Logan, one arm and one leg thrown across his body, something he usually hated...

But Logan could feel his weight, his warmth. He was messy and heavy and too much...and he was tucked into Logan's bed, his fingers meshed tight through Logan's to rest on Logan's chest. This handsome prince, this good and loving and dangerously earnest boy that wanted with a ferocity that scared and dazzled Logan, eluded palace guard and the king himself just to help him. Just to stay.

Roman was everything good and just and right in the world. However, Roman was also two years older than him, he was royalty—and Logan was Necromata.

Secret and special was all Logan was ever going to get.

Staring into Roman's sleeping face for a few more precious seconds, he tucked the memory away somewhere safe in his mind and his heart before he gently squeezed Roman's hand.

“Roman?”

“Nnnnngh.”

“Roman. It's morning.”

“Nnnngh—guh? What?”

Roman came awake abruptly, and Logan's heart trembled at the muzzy confusion in his face. It made him want confusing, unattainable things, so Logan settled for smiling.

“It's morning. Sunrise—are you still okay?”

Roman nodded with a jaw cracking yawn, further upsetting Logan's already fragile, confusing state of mind by tucking himself forward until their foreheads touched. “Yeah, 'm fine. Remus'll cover for me 'till at least after breakfast. You?”

Unable to stop himself, Logan tucked their joined hands against his chest for a second, sealing the feel of it as deep as he could into his memory as he nodded. “Grandpap won't be back until tomorrow, and Pari lets me skip my morning chores if I'm studying.”

“Which you are, technically.” Roman pointed out with a smile, staring into Logan's eyes.

“Falsehood. I'm laying about in bed.”

Roman seemingly had no answer for that, and didn't respond—but also didn't move.

Logan couldn't bring himself to urge him into action.

“Where did we leave off last night?”

“Hmm?”

“The geneaology. How far did we get?” Roman pressed gently, a laugh in his voice that made Logan's heart tremble again.

Taking a deep breath, Logan managed to pry himself from the sanctuary of his spot tucked into the curve of Roman's body. Sitting up, he reached for the last book they'd been reading through before they gave up their research for sleep.

“We got as far back as King Thomas Cameron IV—the one who married the first Lord and Lady Stewards.” Logan explained, flipping to the right page. “They reorganized the line of succession for same sex and polyfidelitous families within the royal house of Sanders.”

“Right, right...Lady Valerie was the great granddaughter of Sir Edward, fifth cousin of King Thomas Roman I.” Roman mumbled, sitting up to peer at the book in Logan's hands. “Least the stories say.”

Logan fought a swelling of frustration as he flipped ahead a few pages. “Most of these are stories. Stories, lore, and speculation. There's no proof here—and there are a lot of missing records, which I find strange for a royal lineage.”

“Well, Father had some records sealed for privacy.” Roman admitted. “That's how I knew about Sir Edward. He was a mage of some power, but his family withdrew from the monarchy generations ago. They're no longer part of the line of succession, so their presence exists only in the Tomes.”

Logan hesitated, shutting the book in his hands. “The mage's histories? The ones kept at the Royal Academy library?”

“Yep—well, most of them.”

Logan looked at Roman sharply. “What do you mean, most of them?”

Roman's eyes went wide as he froze. Logan's pulse quickened.

“Roman? What do you know?”

Roman looked, for a moment, like he wanted to bolt...but then took a deep breath, gathered Logan's hands in his, and began speaking.

********** 1033, A.A.

Logan's eyes snapped open as the Loom dropped abruptly away, leaving him with an ache in the marrow of his bones and a chill he couldn't quite dispel. As he sat up, warm arms immediately encircled him, tucking him against a wall of fire that eased the chill and soothed the hurt away.

“Logan? Say something—are you all right?”

For a second, Logan just leaned into him and shut his eyes. It wasn't complete, vague and nebulous and full of holes, but a new memory was hanging loose in his head, barely attached. He could almost picture the room, a few snatches of conversation...but the feeling was the only part he was sure of.

Secret and special...good and right...

I loved him.

“Logan, please. What happened?”

Logan pressed his forehead against Roman's collarbone for just one more second, the sweet pulse of longing rippling through his bones, igniting an energy that was alien to him.

I love him.

“I am satisfactory.” he assured Roman, slowly straightening. He reached up to rub his head. “I...slept here last night?”

Roman nodded, his hand settling on Logan's shoulder, warm and heavy. “You don't remember waking up?”

“I...maybe? I was...the Loom.”

“You entered that trance again—you asked for my help, and I gave it. Like I did during your Warping, but this time my hand was glowing—like the last time you were channeling. You wanted to reconstruct a memory, did you succeed?”

Logan nodded, then shook his head.

Books...Grandpap...sun bleached hair, a special and secret cocoon in his childhood bed.

Flinching, Logan fumbled for Roman's hand, ripping it off his shoulder and squeezing hard.

“Roman.”

“I'm here, Starlight—what do you remember?”

“I...don't know. Just—my brother.”

“Virgil's not here.”

“I have to find him. Now.”

********** Virgil was going on twenty four hours wide, staring awake, and wasn't enjoying it.

Well...much.

Reluctantly following the crown prince through the lower levels of the castle, he hated to admit that for all his crazy, Prince Remus was kind of a fascinating guy. He was smart, yeah, but—more than that.

He was brilliant, in a way that was frightening. He babbled with barely any coherence, went off on tangents, talked to himself, but there wasn't a single wasted word. He talked about his brother with perfect devotion, discussed violence with absolute reverence, and spoke about death like...

Like he was Necromata. In between the stories he shared during the night—stories about Roman's secrets, three years of carrying on an ilicit friendship with Logan—he went off about Virgil's people with a flawless understanding of who they were and what they were about.

All while revealing, with all his stolen knowledge, that he didn't know jack shit about them. Everything he ever learned was heresay and speculation, but...but through the stories he saw the foundation. Remus was a quintessential outsider, but the respect he showed for the Necromata made Virgil ache inside.

Fuck, Remus actually gave him a little hope for the future.

“This way—this is where I found Roman after it happened.”

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Virgil jogged to catch up with Remus. “We don't have a lot of time, Remus—Logan is supposed to try and resurrect your father this morning.”

“Yeah, yeah—we have an hour, I know.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two. The sun will be well above the horizon then—doesn't do anyone any favors to be too prompt when it comes to making sure the Barrier is closed, unless you want to end up with someone else in your father's body.”

Remus glanced at Virgil over his shoulder—then snickered.

“Could be funny.” he decided, ushering Virgil ahead of him. “Through this door—this is where I found Roman the night your brother was arrested.”

“Where was he? I never realized he was anywhere near us when we got caught.” Virgil huffed, shoving the filthy, heavy wooden door open to emerge into a dingy stone tunnel.

“Before this castle had lower levels beneath this one, this was meant to be a sewer.” Remus explained as Virgil took a few more steps into the tunnel. “It's on some early plans for the palace, but hardly anyone remembers it's here. I got nosy when I was six and found it—Roman and I have used this to get in and out of the palace undetected since we were little.”

“He must've told Logan.” Virgil muttered, peering up at the grate overhead. Above him, through the bars he could see scattered straw—the inside of an empty dungeon cell. “That's how he got us in here.”

“You were here that night?”

Virgil turned to face Remus, smiling a little without any humor in it. “He didn't tell you about that, huh?”

Remus shook his head in silence.

Virgil scoffed, turning his gaze upwards again.

“Not all that surprised. Hell, maybe he didn't know I was here, either. I wasn't supposed to be...truth be told, I was always certain that I was the reason Logan got arrested. It's why I tried to get him out.”

“What were you, four years old? What were you doing here, and how could you have been behind it?”

“I was nine.” Virgil replied quietly, unable to tear his gaze from the grate of the cell above him.

“And I was here because a Weaver needs his Spider.”

********** 1023, A.A. The tunnel was absolutely terrifying—dark and wide and squat. Grandpap would have to double over to walk through it, big as he was.

Virgil did not want to be here. He wanted to be home in bed with his blanket, listening to Grandpap's bedtime stories about the Before Times and the wicked king that was slain, plunging their tribe into eternal darkness.

Logan was here, though—and a Spider had to stand with his Weaver. Protecting Logan was his responsibility now, and he couldn't let his big brother down.

“...find the book in the office...”

Voices, up ahead. Echoes carried down towards him, making Virgil flinch hard enough that he stumbled and fell.

Silence. More voices, garbled and echoing...

A hand on his collar, dragging him to his feet.

“Virgil, what in the name of the Seven Hells are you doing here!”

When Virgil landed upright, he came face to face with the shadowed features of his big brother, blue eyes glimmering in the barely there light.

“What are you doing here, Logan?” Virgil shot back. “You snuck out without me! You're 'posed to bring me on important stuff, I'm your 'Pider!”

Logan spun around, as if he were about to address someone—but then froze. His shoulders hunched the way they always did when he forgot to thank the spirits of the ancestors at his altar every morning, nervous and unhappy.

Turning back to Virgil, Logan narrowed his eyes.

“This isn't Weaver stuff, Stormcloud, so you can't tell anyone. Especially not Grandpap.”

“I swear on the 'Pider's Thread, Loganberry.”

Taking a deep breath, Logan nodded. “Okay...okay, you can come. You'll actually be helpful to find...never mind. Just do as I say, and don't ask questions. I can't answer them?”

“Why?”

Logan raised a warning finger at him.

“Don't. Ask. Questions.”

Virgil slammed his mouth shut, but didn't argue as Logan took his hand and led him down the tunnel and into the palace of the king.

********** 1033, A.A.

“What part of the palace did you hit?” Remus asked.

Virgil shrugged. “Not sure. It was dark, I was nine and terrified...I've tried to track it since I enlisted, but haven't had much luck. All I know is it was somewhere in the lower levels 'cause that's how I found the tunnel and got away. Wasn't near the dungeons either, not really—when we got caught, Logan steered me towards a lit, open door. It was some kind of office, and I found an open grate that led me to it.”

Virgil faced Remus again, pointing upwards. “This is under the dungeons, but you said this was where you found Roman after Logan's arrest?”

“Yup.” Remus replied, popping the 'p' sound at the end. “Near the end of this particular tunnel, down here.”

Virgil glanced behind him, in the direction Remus pointed, Turning back to the prince, he jerked his chin in that direction.

“Let's go.”

The pair fell into step beside each other, easily matching pace. Remus was a little taller than Virgil, so he was slowing down to let him keep up. Virgil didn't appreciate it.

He didn't.

“You know, Roman didn't help you get in here. I did.”

Virgil turned sharply towards him. “You're fucking with me.”

“Identical twins? In a poorly lit room, you can't make out the streak and the 'stache, Sweet Cheeks.”

“But...why?”

“Because you were trying to help your brother, and mine couldn't. Help you, that is.”

“Why couldn't he? Why did he admit to doing it?” Virgil asked.

“Did he actually admit to anything last night?” Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

Virgil opened his mouth...then closed it.

“Not outright, no.” he realized aloud. “But why couldn't he help?”

“Virgil!”

The sound of that voice, echoing off the walls of the tunnel, was a flashback in time. For an instant, Virgil was nine and terrified again, being led into Souls Knew What by his big brother...running for his life and trying not to choke on his sobs, knowing he'd left his big brother to die.

Spinning on his heel, Virgil found himself faced with the sight of the tunnel's end where he and Remus had been heading anyway. The door was open, and Logan stood side by side with the familiar figure of King Roman.

At least, until Logan bolted forward, barreling towards Virgil until he had a death grip on him.

“Unghf! Loganberry, you're...crushing me...”

“He panicked as soon as we got down here.” Roman explained, raising his voice to be heard as he jogged towards them. “He's been off since he woke up earlier. He tried to reconstruct a memory...”

Virgil sighed, wrapping his arms around Logan for a second to give him a comforting squeeze before he shifted to reach for Logan's hand.

“C'mere, Loganberry...lemme help you...”

The moment their fingers meshed, Virgil felt the pull on his consciousness—Logan drawing on his focus, pulling raw thought from his head that sent his awareness of his surroundings spiraling into a pinpoint.

Virgil's eyes slid shut, his head lolling back in familiar fashion—but this time, before the darkness took him, warmth flooded the base of his skull and softened his tumble into oblivion.

********** “Hey—hey! Wake up, Storm!”

“Remus.”

Roman watched his brother stand beside the silent cadet, one hand on his shoulder and the other cradling his head, supporting him as he half sagged where he stood. There was a look in his eyes Roman wasn't sure he'd ever seen before, something like panic...but not quite.

It was familiar...but fuzzy.

Moving to his brother's side, Roman touched his shoulder.

“He's all right, Remus.”

“How do you know?”

“Because this is what familiars do. I've...seen it before.”

Roman blinked, startled by the words that came out of his mouth—but once he said them, he knew it was true. He had seen it before...somewhere among Logan's people, but where?...

“What are you four doing down here?”

Roman looked back towards the direction Remus and Virgil had come from, flinching when he spotted Janus at the end of the tunnel with Patton at his side.

“Lord Janus? Pat—what are you doing here?” he asked, moving towards the pair.

“I came 'cause Janny asked me to.” Patton replied, staring past Roman to where Logan and Virgil stood, deep blue eyes filled with worry. “What's goin' on? Janny?...”

With a sigh, Janus discreetly slid a hand up Patton's spine, only just visible as yellow gloved fingertips appeared near his nape then vanished with a soft whisper of leather on fabric.

“Go, darling. See if you can help.” Janus urged.

Reaching behind him, Roman saw Patton catch the gloved hand and squeeze before he hurried down the tunnel towards the trio of Remus, Logan, and Virgil.

Facing Janus, Roman folded his arms. “You didn't answer my question.”

Janus glanced past Roman, seemingly unable to tear his gaze from Patton for a long moment before he finally managed to set his gaze on Roman.

“I'm an assassin. I'm not supposed to tell you why I do anything, Your Majesty.” Janus pointed out.

“So you're here to kill someone?”

Janus sneered, mouth setting into a thin, tight line.

“If you must know,” he growled quietly, “I came here to kill the necromancer.”

Roman's heart froze, blood running cold.

“No, you're not.”

“Majesty? Get your hands off me. Now.”

Roman blinked, not even realizing that he'd backed Janus up against the nearby wall, and to his shock had a hand wrapped around his scaled throat.

“Give me a reason why I should.” he asked flatly. “You'll have a harder time getting to the necromancer if you have to stop and kill me first.”

“Oh, for the love of—I'm here to kill the necromancer, not your pet prisoner!”

“I...what?”

“The necromancer that assassinated your father and is trying to assassinate you.” Janus spat, finally shaking Roman's grip so he could straighten his cloak.

“I...don't understand.”

Janus finally tugged the clasp of his cloak straight, and when he met Roman's gaze, his own mismatched eyes were filled with something far warmer than any man might expect to see in the eyes of a spy like him.

Janus was looking at him with sympathy.

“Your Majesty...Logan may be one of the Necromata, but he is not a necromancer.” he whispered.

“Of course he is! He--”

“--may have been a necromancer once upon a time, but he isn't any longer. The root of necromancy is memory—with no memory, he should have no magic. No mere necromancer can beat the Cleansing that way, it's impossible.”

“Then...?”

Roman turned away from Janus to stare down the tunnel. He watched Virgil and Logan both slowly come to their senses, Logan opening ice blue eyes as Virgil started to straighten, supported by both Remus and Patton.

Over Virgil's shoulder, Logan's gaze met Roman's, and for just a moment those gemstone eyes flickered with the soft, blue-white light of his magic.

Janus's voice spoke right next to his ear, shaking him to his core.

“Logan is not a necromancer, Your Majesty...he's a Lazari.”

#logince #moceit #sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #necromancer au #my name is liz and i swear to god i'll fic again #this is all the artist's fault i'm just a hapless writer that stumbled across it #fic

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Prompt: 4. Snow

A/N: So I wanted to write something with nearly only Snape, from his POV, and this prompt made me think of a little story about friendship, I hope you will like it. It's rather soft and subtle, yet I feel as if there is some form of power in it. Something strong. Well, you can judge for yourself ^^ this type of writing is not in my comfort zone - but it's (apparently) good practice to write outside of your comfort zone xD I gave it a try at least!

Setting: Hogwarts Grounds

Characters: Snape and McGonagall

Word count: 1191

Warnings: NONE

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I had graded papers all morning, not even breakfast could deter me from finishing. No, a few cups of black coffee had been all I consumed. But now, that the pile was dwindling and my stomach churned I finally glanced at the clock only to notice it was near lunchtime. With a sigh, I rose from the creaking chair to head down to the Great Hall. For a bite to eat.

As I arrived on the first floor my eyes blinked a bit. The light was brighter than in the dungeons. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Outside the large windows, snow was falling. It fell in heavy flakes cast about in the soft wind. My stomach growled, I promptly ignored it. My body tugged towards the solitude and softness outside.

It had been snowing for quite some time now. The grounds were covered and everything sparkled in glistening white. I could not resist it. So rather than head to the Great Hall, I opened the front doors and stepped out in the cold. The snow wrapped me in white in a mere moment. The flakes in sharp contrast to my black cloak and hair.

Under my boots, the snow sunk and was indented with each step I took. I marched out, to the middle of the stone bridge. As I turned to look at Hogwarts I felt childlike again. It was beautiful. The stone covered in snow, icicles gleaming where they hung along the roofs. Above, some strands of golden sunshine broke through the snow-filled clouds and made it look as if it were the purest of magic.

I watched as more snow covered the building and surrounding grounds. The frozen lake a shimmering white blanket. It reminded me of pureness and tranquillity. Two things I rarely found in my life. Not that I have ever ventured to lust for such things, I thought as something heavy slithered around in my chest and the childlike feeling evaporated.

Standing on the snow-covered bridge, gazing at all the white and pure around me I felt oddly hopeless. As if I were not a part of it. Yes, I lived there. I worked there. I was part of the school, part of something. A person, with an imprint and history. A future as well, hopefully. But I was apart from the world. Apart from my colleges, apart from friendship and love. Apart from most things.

The feeling weighed heavily over my shoulders as I allowed my mind to drift, much like the snow carried on the wind around me. "Perhaps, one day, I shall find a new purpose. Be a part of something, for me. Not for others. For me," I mumbled out to nobody as my body grew colder without a proper winter coat on. My hands tucked into my pockets and my hair soggy from the melting snow. Not that it mattered.

I inhaled deeply, the cold air stung my nose and chilled my throat as it coursed down to my lungs. It smelled of wood, winter and stone. Smelled of emptiness. As I yet again gazed at the marvel that was Hogwarts something in me settled. I settled. But not, not in a good way. It was more of resignation than hope.

"Severus!" My name was called out from far away. I squinted towards Hogwarts where Minerva stood, her hand held her hat in place as she called me with a gentle yet shrill voice. "Severus, you will catch a cold!" she called again and I chuckled with a shake of my head. "Alright Minerva, alright!" I called back and with a few long and hurried strides I was at her side by the end of the bridge.

She sighed, so heavily her shoulders rose and sunk. It reminded me of all those times she reprimanded students who did prank after prank. As if she would reprimand but felt hopeless about it at the same time. As if she was well aware the students would just do another prank, miss another lecture or hand in another sloppy essay no matter what she said or did. Severus often felt the same, or, at least sort of. Students often avoided agitating him, and he was rather thankful for that as his mood was not always the greatest. Neither was his patience.

"Severus, you will catch a cold in this weather dressed like that. By Merlin, sometimes I feel like your a seventeen-year-old boy again," she fussed as she brushed off some snow from my shoulders. "Minerva, I am quite all right," I drawled as her hands rose and sunk in an exasperated gesture. "Isn't it bad enough I need to deal with the student? Now you too?" I chuckled with a slight shake of my head as her words felt warm despite her tone. "I assure you, I am quite capable of handling myself. You need not worry about me." "Oh pish-posh," she said on a sigh, "I will always worry about you. That's what friends do, Severus," she muttered with that fussy tone again.

My head tilted and warmth spread through my chest. Friends, well, I suppose that's one way to view us. Friends, I thought on a small smile. But Minerva did not miss that smile no matter how small it was. "Oh, don't you dare think you have no friends Severus. Come on, lunch awaits." Her words were commands and I were not foolish enough to disobey the headstrong lady. So I followed by her side until we were seated in the Great Hall.

A swift spell had dried us both when we had entered Hogwarts and when the food arrived my stomach growled so ferociously Minerva looked quite shocked. Even concerned. "By Merlin, Severus," she gasped and I smiled sheepishly for only her to see as she was sat so close. "You really do need to take better care of yourself. No food, no winter clothes, out and about in the snow. I'm surprised you didn't decide to take a dip in the frozen lake while you were at it!" she shrieked on a few heavy sighs.

I simply shrugged at her words. To occupied with the food and the thoughts that crept through my mind. Warm thoughts, softer thoughts than a few moments earlier. Perhaps I was not completely apart from everything and perhaps, just perhaps, I had something to be grateful for. A friend. A caring friend. And, after all, was that not enough? To have someone who cared for you and that you cared for?

For now, it is enough. For now, it is really all I could ask for. The recent thoughts of emptiness seemed to be lessened and even though I knew the reprieve from the cold and dark of loneliness would be short I allowed it to enter my heart and linger for a moment. Just long enough for the snow to settle outside as the wind died and the sun appeared in its full glory. All while Minerva, my friend, chatted about Christmas decorations and jolly holidays. I merely listened and enjoyed life for a silly little moment.

I hope you guys liked this, I really was trying to go for something more subtle and friendship-like :P Did I manage somewhat okay? xD I mean, I am more for pairing and romance and NSFW stuff so... but it's good practice to write things out of your comfort zone! Or so I'm told at least O.O

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250+ Followers Celebration! Proposal HCs [Yukimura, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Mitsunari]

Requested by: @nad-zeta

Notes: Hm… I suppose ‘mitsu’ means both Mitsus? xD Okie, I’m doing them both anyway :3

Lmao Halfway through Mitsuhide’s and I’ve completely forgotten that this is supposed to be a PROPOSAL headcannon and not a wedding one oops-

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Yukimura:

….. Mah boi Yuki has no idea how to propose to you.

It shocks Shingen, who, by the way, had been expecting it, though perhaps not his vassal asking him for help. Somehow, Sasuke just happens to be there, dropping from the ceiling to contribute.

…. Given Sasuke and Shingen, It’s not surprising when his proposal plan begins to become overwhelmingly similar to that of a wedding… in terms of how much is put into it.

You’re lucky that he manages to stop his lord’s excessive behaviour, fuelled by Sasuke’s modern ideas.

Honestly, he miraculously manages to slip out of the conversation after it changes in a very… Shingen direction, coming across Kenshin not long after.

The God of War’s a good listener, and since he knows it’s gonna interrupt his war plans, he gives his own suggestion: It’s a rather Kenshin suggestion but, Yuki ponders, violence aside, it’s not a bad suggestion.

….He goes through with Kenshin’s idea.

Yukimura knows how much you adore his pet wolf, Muramasa, and just like how Kenshin said he would use his bunnies, he uses Muramasa in an indirect kind of proposal.

He spends several days and several long, gruelling hours attempting to write a letter to you, like Kenshin suggested. And... gives up, realising the sheets of paper hold nothing more than bullet points of the reasons why he loves you.

So that’s what he goes along with.

He sticks pieces of paper everywhere in the Uesugi castle, remembering all the little spots

It begins on your pillow one morning, when Yukimura wakes before you do (maybe to shy away or to check if the others are still there). The message simply says “You look so cute when you wake.”

You know it’s Yuki- His handwriting is obvious to you now. You sleepily flush, following the arrow and turning the page around. It says “Now go get changed, dummy.”

You smile through the blush, doing as he tells you to. The next note is pinned to the collar of your haori. You follow through with this, curious at each next note.

The final one is in an envelope in Muramasa’s jaws, with a final note inside.

It says: “The reason I’m doing this? … Please marry me…”

A flushed Yukimura had been following Muramasa around, finally coming up to you as you give him a hug and whisper “Yes” in his ear.

The boy blushes, grabbing the envelope from your hands and-

Yukimura’s had an engagement ring made for you, encrusted with several small diamonds within the band width, thanks to a suggestion by Sasuke. It’s his way of giving you something even slightly modern.

Your eyes just widen as he smiles, slipping it onto your fourth finger.

“Yuki, it’s supposed to on my left fourth finger, not the right one”

*Cue a blushy mess of a Yukimura*

Nobunaga:

…. Is the type to splurge…. And…. it’s not even the wedding yet… 0.0

To be fair, it takes him not much longer than a quiet night by your side, watching your chest rise and fall beneath the covers for him to make up his mind.

He’s never felt more at peace with his split-second thought to decision.

It takes only a day morning for his plans to begin: Extravagant kimonos designed and commissioned for a couple in his clan colours: Crimson, black and gold, decorated in greys with his clan symbol.

Flowers from who knows where in the world are delivered to the castle on the day, and he assigns Masamune on cooking duty- an utter delight, considering he’s the first and only member of the Oda forces who knows of Nobunaga’s plans.

Hideyoshi has no clue what’s going on when there’s suddenly a small-yet-noticeable dent in funds. Mitsuhide on the other hand, has already sussed out the situation, smirking and ignoring Hideyoshi’s pestering.

(Ieyasu couldn’t honestly care less, and Mitsunari wouldn’t even notice until the event....)

He’s confident too and absolutely certain you’d say yes: That’s your whole reason for staying with him anyway. But that doesn’t stop him from going the extra mile just for you.

He takes the day off (as much as he can xD He’s still a Daimyo after all), taking you to a particular field of flowers your eyes have lingered upon many-a-time he’s headed off to war in that direction.

He’s not sure if you’ve realised it, but your lips had once spoken quietly, “I’d like to go there one day…”. He knows it’s cheesy, but he’ll pretty much do as you say… with some level of arrogance, of course- It’s Nobunaga, after all xD

He takes you there in the middle of spring, when the flowers are in full bloom- He’s sent a handful of (rather excited) scouts to check.

He takes you out that same day, picking up the wrapped bundle of completed kimonos, handcrafted and specially designed by one of the best seamstresses, and Masamune’s meal in a basket beside him.

And despite the lavash everything he has for you back in the castle when you return, his proposal is simple, genuine and… well, less demanding.

When you arrive at the field, he unravels the bundle of cloth and drapes one over your shoulders as you stare at the flowers in awe. It catches your attention and you run your fingers along the greys and blacks of the fabric, tracing the embroidered sakura on the inside.

“Nobunaga-”, your lips begin, only to be cut off with a gasp: He’s kneeling on the ground in front of you, smiling softly as he takes his hand in yours.

“Do you remember my first words to you? I asked you to ‘stay by my side’... and the offer still stands. But I would like to add a single word to that. So won’t you forever be by my side?”

Your response is nothing more than a leap into his arms, whispering a quiet “yes!”

Mitsunari:

……

Can I tell you the truth? The thought of marriage has come across in his mind before, but it’s never had the chance to be in a conversation, so he’s left it alone, thinking that you’re fine the way the two of you were.

He’s also anxious, that poor boy, but he brushes it off when you once asked him what’s wrong after he had been staring at the same page in his book for a solid hour.

So……. I headcannon Mitsunari’s the type where you need to propose to him first… Not that I don’t think he can’t, but it’s more so the fact that marriage doesn’t really matter to him.

The proposal’s nothing special-

It’s a simple morning when you go to wake him up, slipping a small note into that unfinished book he’s reading, several pages ahead of where he’s up to.

It’s something you’ve consulted the other warlords with, each giving their own wild idea for proposals.

You’re not gonna lie though- When you had initially proposed the idea to them, they were shocked until you had told them that it wasn’t unusual for a woman to propose in your time.

Ideas you dismissed immediately were from Masamune and Nobunaga, and Mitsuhide too, when he suggested something completely within his boundary of actions.

Poor HIdeyoshi was so shocked he literally couldn’t say a word…. Any coherent word, anyway.

Only Ieyasu gave you something decent, scoffing down his tea in embarrassment when you smiled and thanked him.

The note slips from the book once he picks it up, and he freezes, dropping the book immediately to search for you.

You’re out in town, Hideyoshi mutters, he, too, faltering when he accidentally sees the note in his hand.

And you are- with some friends you’ve made in town who, admittedly, know exactly who you are. You’ve told them you’ve proposed to Mitsunari, who they also know to be your lover, so they’re not surprised when they spot the silver-haired warlord seeking you, clothing and hair disheveled from his search.

But when he falters at the sight of you smiling brightly with your friends, they grin at you, playfully shoving you in his direction and making a handful of rather… unnecessary excuses.

“Do you really mean it?” It’s something he asks when you finally reach a quieter location. And you just smile at him, nodding your head.

His only response is to draw you to him, pressing his lips firmly against your own.

Yes.

Mitsuhide:

…. Okay.

So the thing is, even if you tried to propose to him, he’d out-propose you with something even more amazing… Perfectly incorporating his own ideas with the plans you’ve made.

But the thing is, you don’t mind: You know he’s wanted this since forever. In fact, you’re almost certain all his dreams will come true by simply marrying you.

So instead, you don’t say a word. Instead, you begin your plans with requesting for silky, white fabric, several rolls of blue thread and ribbons of a maya blue and white.

Yes, you’re making your own wedding kimono and for some unfathomable reason, he knows you’re making his too.

(maybe it’s because you’ve stolen clothes from him for size measurements… But who honestly knows… Maybe Kojuro told him? xD)

Either way, it’s a rather simple occasion. Neither you, nor Mitsuhide, had ever fancied anything extravagant anyway…. Nor do you do it in public either.

But he knows anyway: It happens one random day in his private quarters, as opposed to a celebration in the Azuchi halls.

Really, it’s nothing special, yet Mitsuhide has somehow snagged the artificial fabric bellflower from his wedding hakama, strutting into his bedroom with it pinned to his usual clothing. A wooden box of a bellflower branch in his hands, this time made of blown European glass.

You’re just there in his room, reading through a scroll you had created specifically for the occasion. You don’t even realise he’s entered and he creeps behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

You’ve predicted it instead- Turning your head to face him in response, you kiss him against the cheek and hold the scroll out to him.

“You received a letter while you were away…”

He smirks, replying with a “So you took the liberty of opening it?”

A glance at his face and the flower pinned to his clothes, you know he knows your question. And he’s given you your answer already.

Yes.

Nevertheless, he gently takes the scroll from your hands and places the wooden box gently into your own.

Inside, the blue-white-purple glass flowers sits amongst the soft, fluff-filled silk. Written gently on each flower are the words “Will” “you” “marry” “me?”.

You both share a grin, pressing a kiss to his lips in mutual agreement.

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#250+ Followers Celebration #Ikemen Sengoku #Mitsuhide #Mitsunari #NObunaga #Yukimura

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