#kaze writes: drabbles

[empresskaze]

🌨 for an old Camp Libriel member?

🌨️ Stuck in cold weather

I think it's this one, anon if you see this feel free to correct me cuz the emojis aren't totally the same for me.

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Gabriel Lane Herondale loathed the snow. From the slush that covered his loafers, to the dampness that matted his hair, to neverending chill that seeped into his bones from the weather, he despised it. His dearest claimed it was pretty, and perhaps it was, but only when enjoyed inside surrounded by working heat, warm tea, and no reason to leave.

Today, though, he found himself waiting at a bus stop while large billowy flakes coated his hair and aggravated his already tumultuous cold. One gloved hand clasped across his body as it tried desperately to retain the bit of warmth his coat brought; the other clutching his soddened handkerchief, which hovered mere inches from his red nose.

Sniffling, Gabriel's droopy tired eyes staring forward, trying not to think about how cold he was waiting for this god forsaken bus.

His breath hitched hard, his eyes squeezed shut as wet congested sneeze erupted into his waiting handkerchief. He'd not even had time to draw another breath before a second then a third followed, each ripping the back of his throat. Gabriel cupped his cloth around his nose, giving a clogged blow that brought little relief.

It was then Gabriel released he no longer felt snow patting his hair. Looking around, a well dressed man in a black coat was next to him holding an umbrella over Gabriel's head. The professor blinked in exhausted confusion.

The man smiled, "I know it isn't much but it seems any break from the snow might help you."

"Oh!" Gabriel felt a hot blush rush across his face stopping at his ears. "I-I appreciate it, b-but please don't...leave yourself..." Gabriel turned away catching another horrendous sneeze. "Exposed at my own expense." He finished sheepishly.

"I'm fine, I'm sure the bus will be here soon." The man replied.

Gabriel nodded, it did feel nice to be shielded from the persistent snow for now. "I normally stay hidden in my apartment," He paused to rub at his nose, "But my dearest partner is quite ill...as well..." He gave a disheartening sigh. "So I ventured forth for his med..." Gabriel’s face slacked, "his...med...me....ah..." Pinching at his nose did nothing, Gabriel bent forward desperately sneezing twice. As he straightened he felt another embarrassed blush fill his pale face but the man only blessed him.

"Well I hope you both feel better soon." He said as the bus finally approached.

"Yes...thank you and for the shelter." Gabriel said as he climbed aboard, taking a seat near the back so he wouldn't disturb anyone.

Closing his eyes, he leaned against the window, a poor attempt to get some rest before his stop, which he almost missed as he'd drifted off.

Back in the warm of the loft building, Gabriel rushed as best as his lungs could take him to the elevators, he wanted to be back home before Liam realized he'd been gone.

His dearest did so much for him, even though he felt awful, his poor Liam was worse and if helping him meant fighting the winter snow, Gabriel would do it every time.

#anon asks #kaze answers #yay for camp libriel fans #sorry this took so long #so very fessor #kaze writes: Gabriel #snz fic #sick fic #sneeze fic #kaze writes: drabbles #fessor with a miserable cold is my fave #jesus christ i actually wrote something \○/

[kazeofthemagun]

@relentless-understudy asked the summoner:

😊

A good dream

The wind carried the hot breath of desert air. What little yellowed grass still lingered between rock swayed gently as harsh terrain slowly gave way to a golden savannah, spiraling crags pointing towards the sky like brazen spears. The sun was low on the horizon, descending steadily over the western ridge. Soon, only the twin moons would be left to gaze upon the vast steppes of Windaria.

Lir Hassan stood ever imposing, a fortress city painted in hues of various colors. But, most of all - blue. It was always this shade of blue, this simple design that adorned billowing flags and made up the ekkti that had come to be painted upon his features. Home. Not one of his birth, nor of his lost bloodline, but a home to his heart nonetheless.

The hustle and bustle of the fortress town had resumed, citizens lured back onto narrow streets by evening. Here and there, merchants peddled their wares underneath canopies of patterned fabric, the waning daylight casting a soft red glow through hanging cloth.

"I can pay you an honest three hundred saki, kind Sir, but four hundred you will not squeeze out of me." The soft voice of his small companion had taken on a hint of annoyance, or, perhaps, disappointment. To think some would try to swindle him so..! But, alas, he was no fool and though small of stature he was, his confidence was not and he could barter rather effectively. "It smells like the sea, yes, but even such finds had gone down in value with the recent opening of trade routes. Yes, I do know what I am talking about, thank you very much."

The furry white creature shook his head, the light organ upon his forehead buzzing with an electric yellow glow. Though calm he may appear, a Moogle's emotions were most apparent in their lanterns. "Tis a good quality, but good luck finding buyers with such prices. Hmph." Kupo's blue eyes stared with a certain snarkiness, and he huffed. "Four Winds."

The summoner observed in silence as his partnered Missionary haggled with the third seller in a row. Well, he almost had it, but not quite. Endlessly contesting prices did not exactly serve one well when they still left with nothing by the end of the day.

A soft hmm escaped the Wind Warrior's lips, similar shade of blue gazing down upon his companion with eyebrows riding a tad higher than they tended to rest. "Just buy it already. I will lend you the hundred. You need time to cook it, still."

"She's just going to get mad at us for spending this much on spices, Rorahm." The Moogle complained, crossing little arms beneath his folded wings. "Traditional Malatuurese cuisine is expensive. I wanted it to be a good gift, but Winds! The audacity to still charge that much."

Kupo was funny (adorable) in the rare moments he got angry. It almost prompted a chuckle out of the gunmage, steeled blue gaze softening with a silent laugh in his eyes. His partner knew that look well, and promptly gave a jab to his shin with a wingtalon.

"Ow." Black Wind pretended to be hurt, drawing out the noise in the most sarcastic deadpan he could muster. "It's okay. She will not have your hide. We can afford."

"Really? I mean -"

"Get it."

His companion seemed to finally be won over, accepting the hundred saki from the summoner and paying for the satchel. He gave it one last sniff, just to be sure it was exactly what he needed.

"I think... I think Pelo is going to like it very much." He smiled, holding his purchase close to the chest. "Thank you."

Perhaps the Wind's eyes were not the only thing smiling - nobody could ever tell with the way his cape covered the lower half of his face. It was a look so rare upon his features, brought out by the only two people who could heal his troubled heart. And one of them was right there, in front of him. "You have to pursue that which is close to your heart."

He was so very glad his dear friend had found a love. It was something so very needed in such uncertain times. Who knew when the trade routes would be closed off again, or when their savings would run dry - this opportunity could disappear in the flash of a centipede's jaws in sand.

Feeling guilt over spent money was unavoidable, but hopefully their hides would not be had. Hopefully.

"...Ahh, I am so happy, Rorahm!" There were sparkles in sky blue orbs, and the Moogle's lantern was shining brighter than ever. "I'm going to make this count. It will be so good."

"I bet it will be." The Wind hummed, eyes closing contendedly.

His right hand rested on his companion's head, petting white fur gently.

#You get a dream about the good old days on Windaria and a certain NPC I need to write more cuz I love him #totally not Kaze shedding a tear in his sleep as he relives something mundane and kind instead of violence #[[ask response #relentless-understudy #[[drabble #I realized I never made up a name for Windaria's currency #[[Dear Gunmetal ║ Moogle Kupo

[youthinluv]

zb1 as songs in my playlists (fluff edition)

pairing ; zb1 x reader genre ; fluff tags + warnings ; fluff, established relationship, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, confessions, non idol! aus, college au, highschool au, cafe au, brother's bestfriend au, petnames and tiny bit of angst in ricky's part if u squint, idk what else author's note ; i may or may not have gotten carried away with hanbin's part a little because too many ideas came while i was writing it so expect a full expansion of the drabble in like. a month or two LMAO 😭 enjoy though!

kim jiwoong — 何なんw - fujii kaze "…Don’t you say you didn’t wanna know it. I love you all the same, all the time. Though I’m here with you through thick and thin. You can’t see me, you ignore me, because I’m too close to you" The sun shone through the curtains hitting your face. Reluctantly, you open your eyes to be greeted with an empty space next to you.

Confused, you get up and walk out of the room and into the living to be met with the wafting smell of pancakes, soft music playing and Jiwoong behind the counters in the kitchen.

As he turns around, he gets caught by surprise seeing you awake. "Oh, good morning. You're awake already?" he asks and you nod as you walk over to the dining table where the food had been spread out.

He pouts at this, "I wanted to wake you up with breakfast in bed, but you got up earlier than I expected."

"Well you can blame the sunlight for that." you giggle, and Jiwoong's face lifts into a smile as he watches you.

"Happy 5th to us, love." he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Smiling, you look up to him and return the greeting. "Happy 5th to us indeed."

Comfortable silence settled afterwards as the song continued playing in the background.

"The regrets that made you learn a lot can be easily forgotten by living everyday life. With a fresh and empty resolve in your heart." the artist sang and you couldn't help internally agree with it, finding peace with the everyday life you've shared with Jiwoong all these years.

——— 

zhang hao — my eyes adored you - fujii kaze cover (original by frankie valli) "My eyes adored you. Though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you. Like a million miles away from me, you couldn't see how I adored you. So close, so close and yet so far." Zhanghao was a good friend in your college department. He was wildly popular depsite being somewhat oblivious to this. And because of that, you've hidden your feelings for him thinking he wouldn't reciprocrate. In other words, he was so close and yet so far from your reach.

What you didn't know was that he reciprocated the feelings as well, and though he had many chasing after him, he had his eyes on you and only you.

And so, when Valentines came around and he was set to perform on stage for the event, he was really keen on having you watch.

On stage, he was searching for you in the midst of the crowd. When you two locked eyes, he smiled. Finally he could make his feelings clear to you and everyone else. Before his performance started, he was given time for a ment and he took advantage of this.

"I'd like to greet everyone a happy Valentines," Zhanghao greeted. "and although I've gotten many confessions today, I'd like to apologize as my heart and eyes are already set on someone else." he continued and you could hear cooing and disappointed sighs amongst the crowd.

You were ready to accept defeat when he finished up his ment. "And so, Y/N L/N, I hope you can accept my feelings for you."

The crowd cheered and the lights dimmed. Your senses blocked out everything and you carefully watched him in disbelief, wondering if this was a prank or not.

However, as he sang and carried out his performance, he stayed true to his words and only had his eyes on you all throughout his time on stage.

——— 

sung hanbin — fallen - lola amour "What if I told you that I've fallen, and I like the way you say my name? My heart skips a beat when I hear you calling and I like that it won't go away." You've become a regular at this small cafe soon after discovering it. Sure, the food and drinks were good, but that's not what you were here for. You carefully watched the barista make the drinks and place your order on the counter. Yeah. The cute barista was your main reason.

"Order for Y/N!" he calls out. The way he said your name always made your heart skip a beat. Hearing it roll of his tongue easily made the rest of your day better, so it didn't take much for you to become a regular.

You quickly stand up to collect your order, smiling at him as you approached the counter. "Thank you, Hanbin."

"Anytime. It's good to see you enjoyed the food." he smiled. As he was about to turn around, you called out for him, unsure of what took over you. "Hey, Hanbin!"

He hummed in response.

"Um... are you free this Saturday? We should hang out, or, something." you can feel your face burning up in embarrassment.

"Ah, yeah, I think I'm free that day. We should totally hang out then!" he replied, knowing he full well that he was—in fact—not free that day and he was willing to drop everything and clear his schedule for you.

"Really? Well, I think we can discuss the details when I swing by again tomorrow—"

"Oh, there's no need for that." he interrupted, writing something on a napkin before either one of you finished. "Here's my number, you can contact me here." he continued, handing you the napkin.

You take it, flustered and unable to say anything else. "I'll see you Saturday, then?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'll just send you a message here." you smile shyly at him.

"Great! It's a date then." he smiles back.

——— 

seok matthew — daydreamin' - ariana grande "It's the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you make me feel inside. It's in your smile, it's in your eyes I don't wanna wait for tonight. So I'm daydreamin' with my chin in the palm of my hands about you. You, and only you." Matthew was your older brother's best friend. He frequented your house, so you saw each other more often than not.

What stuck to you was how he treated you like his other friends, and he was nice about it. He seemed to make you comfortable the most amongst your brother's other friends despite the one year age gap.

Eventually, you developed feelings for him and you tried to hide it as much as possible, especially from your brother of all people.

But is it really your fault if you couldn't help blush whenever Matthew smiled at you, or act all awkward around him all of a sudden?

You also noticed that Matthew started coming around almost every day, and tried interacting with you as much as he could.

One night, your brother plopped next to you after seeing off Matthew. Wasting no time, he looked at you and bluntly said, "You like Matthew, don't you?"

With the way he caught you off guard, you couldn't even cover your face and mask your reaction.

"Please don't tell him!" you desperately plea, and your brother pulls away from you.

"Woah, chill. I won't. Besides, why do you think he's been coming around more often lately?"

——— 

kim taerae — melting - kali uchis "You've got some soft lips and some pearly whites, I wanna touch them in the dead of night. Your smile ignites just like a candlelight. Then somehow, I know everything's alright. Melting like an ice cream when you smile." You couldn't help but stare at Taerae as he laughed at Jiwoong's joke, a small smile forming on your lips as well as you see his dimples.

You couldn't thank the gods any more for making him extra smiley today, it made you feel better as well. You always loved it when Taerae smiled. It was contagious and you found it endearing, especially when you spot his dimples.

The conversation drifted to something else and he eventually caught you staring. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asks, and you giggled at him.

"Mmm, it's nothing, don't worry." you replied. "That doesn't sound very reassuring..." he pouts.

"I promise!" you protest, and his eyebrows furrow at this. "What, so you were just staring at me?"

You pause for a second. "...Maybe."

"Oh." Taerae lets out, the tips of his ear slowly turning red and you put your hands up in fake surrender.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. You know how I always melt like an ice cream when you smile."

His expression morphs into a sheepish smile as you engage in a conversation with the others to play off the situation, glancing at Taerae as he smiles to himself at your compliments.

——— 

shen ricky — for you - leehi ft. crush "Listen to me I am the man that you've been waiting for. Would you push the button that you've been looking for. With just one kiss, you're gonna need it more. Baby, I could give you what you want." Relationship after relationship, you were starting to doubt yourself after all the ones you were in turned out awful. Your self-esteem dropped for a while and you were close to swearing off on getting into relationships and dating.

That was until Ricky came into your life and made everything better for you.

He treated you better than you ever, reassuring and spoiling you as much as he possibly could. Sometimes, it makes you question whether or not you really deserve it.

"Hey, let's go out tomorrow night, my treat." Ricky suggests.

"Again?" your eyebrows furrow at him, "Didn't we already go out last night though?"

He stops in his tracks, slightly confused. "Oh uh, did you not want to...?" he pouts, making you panic.

"No! It's not that, I love spending time with you. It's just that... I'm worried you're doing too much for me."

Ricky looks at you incredulously, scoffing before placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "Baby, nothing's ever too much when it comes to you." he pulls away, booping your nose. "I could give you what you want, and it's what you deserve. Okay?"

He looks at you in a jokingly stern manner, which makes you giggle and nod.

"It's your turn to pick where we're eating tomorrow."

"Huh? Didn't I already pick last time though?"

"Shhhhh...."

——— 

kim gyuvin — say yes - ben & tan "I think my heart is beating me to death. I have got an arrow through my chest. I am so in love, so just say yes." "Y/N, I like you. Please accept my feelings and be mine!" You look at Gyuvin who stood flustered in front of you. Bewildered and surprised that he harbored feelings for you as well.

After giving it some thought, you smile at him. "Okay, I'll give you a chance on one condition." He nods, willing to do anything.

"I'll let you pursue me first. Then, I'll give you my final answer."

And so, weeks after that he's put in the effort to treat you the best he could, as if you two were already in a real relationship.

Gyuvin took you on dates, walked you home, gave you gifts and constantly looked out for you. He also took note of what you liked and disliked, bought things that reminded him of you, and acted like your actual boyfriend as a whole.

You found it endearing to see how much effort he was willing to put in, even though it was no guarantee on his part. In short, he was willing to do anything and everything for you, even if you didn't ask him to, and would do so without asking for anything in return.

To be fair, even if you liked him back, you wanted to test the waters with him first to make sure you were going to make the right choice.

And so, one day as you were walking home, you finally decide to give him an answer.

"Gyuvin... I feel like it's best if you should stop pursuing me." You start, feeling a little bad at how his face dropped.

"W—what? Why?" he stutters, quickly trying to calm himself.

"Why would you still pursue me if you're already my boyfriend?" You continue, putting a hand on your hip as a smile slowly formed on your lips, watching him figure out what you meant.

"Wait so... thats a yes?" Gyuvin sounded surprised and you smiled. "Mhm! It's a yes! I'll be yours."

You let out a yelp as he lifts and spins you around, and you two were giggling fits all the way home.

——— 

park gunwook — peaches - kai "Pretty girl, you're likе peaches. It's a soft embracе. A sweetness that spreads in my mouth. Feels good to be the bad guy" Park Gunwook always kept to himself. Despite his achievements in the debate club, dance club and as a member of his school's student council, he wasn't very popular due to his 'intimidating look' and he was fully aware of this. Not that he minded, of course.

When a new student was enrolled, he was assigned to show them around. He made sure he'd make them feel welcomed in hopes he wouldn't scare them off.

"Gunwook, the new student is here." A faculty member called out and he stepped inside the room to be met with them.

"Oh! Hello, I'm Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you, I hope we can get along well. Please take care of me!" you bowed whilst introducing yourself.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Y/N. I'm Gunwook. Please, no need to be so formal and tense around me. We're in the same grade, after all."

You nodded and the school tour started. To Gunwook's surprise, you got along well with him and showed no signs of being intimidated of him. It was quite refreshing for him to be able to talk to a peer without them feeling like they were constantly walking on eggshells around him.

Eventually, days turned into weeks, which turned into months and you two became close friends.

"You know, I'm kinda glad you never found me intimidating." he starts as you two sat at lunch.

"Hm? What do you mean?" you shoot him a confused look and he continues. "People don't normally approach me because they think I'm scary."

This time, you look at him, baffled. "You? Scary? Really? I never really got that from you...."

He bursts out laughing and the topic quickly dies down. While you both sat at lunch in silence, he couldn't help but admire your features.

Gunwook always noticed how you had soft features, which was a stark contrast to his. He then realized why some people are surprised to see you two together.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" Gunwook breaks the silence and you stop midway of a bite. "H-Huh?"

"You're really pretty." he repeats, making you even more flustered.

As the teasing continues, Gunwook silently wishes that things would change for the better. To him, your presence always felt like a soft embrace.

——— 

han yujin — can't stop - stray kids (seungmin, i.n) "I think I like you. Even I can tell when I look at myself. It is to the point that it is too obvious. I must want you so much no matter whatever I do, I can't escape it. I must like you a lot" The sun was setting, and after a long day out with friends, you and Yujin were left alone.

You two watched the sunset on a building's rooftop in silence—save for some music playing—and Yujin turns to look at you.

He couldn't help but admire how the sun shone on your skin, dying it an orange tone and how the light hit your eyes at a perfect angle, making them more beautiful than he ever thought.

He admired how the wind blew through your hair and the light made it look a shade lighter than it actually was.

"You're staring." you break the silence. He blushes and looks away. "I'm sorry."

Yujin had been in denial for the longest time now. He didn't want to admit that he harbored feelings for you, even to himself.

But despite that, it's become painfully obvious to his circle of friends. Even he can tell when he looks at himself. It's to the point that it is too obvious

"Is something on your mind?" you ask, and he turns to face you again.

'Your eyes probably have seen it all. Why did I pretend I didn't like you? Just the way they are, I'll express my feelings to you'. He thought to himself, taking a deep breath.

"I think I like you." Yujin blurts out. He carefully watches for your reaction as your expression seems to morph into a pleasantly surprised one. A smile instantly blossomed on your lips. "Really?"

"Yeah..." he looks embarrassed and you couldn't help laugh but at this. "Don't worry, I like you too." you reply.

You two fall into silence, staring at each other as the song playing comes to an end. "I (I) can't (can't) stop (stop) falling in love with you!"

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #jiwoong x reader #kim jiwoong x reader #kim jiwoong scenarios #zhanghao x reader #zhang hao imagines #hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin scenarios #matthew x reader #seok matthew x reader #matthew imagines #taerae x reader #kim taerae x reader #taerae imagines #ricky x reader #shen ricky x reader #ricky imagines #gyuvin x reader #kim gyuvin x reader #gyuvin imagines #gunwook x reader #park gunwook x reader #gunwook imagines #han yujin x reader #han yujin imagines #youthinluv

[sugarwithtea]

Fluff, check! Now it's time to hurt me with some heartbreaking angst lol I'm not ready

Can I request from the angst list #99 “It could’ve been worse, we could’ve fallen in love." with this Yoongi?

Or you don't have to use the picture at all, whatever you do will be amazing I'm sure! 🤩

i'd rather die | myg

more than a year has passed and now you need to confront your husband, even if it means endless pain for you, or not?

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

rating / genre : pg-13 // angst, arranged marriage au

word count : 2.8k

warnings : swearing, kissing, drinking, crying and shouting.

authour's note : yayy. my first drabble from the milestone game :) this was an absolute treat to write rlly!! still i feel like the end is a little bit rushed? unedited, as always! prompt — "It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love." from this list.

mood : honsool - agust d & 死ぬのがいいわ - fuji kaze

masterlist

The tears won't stop.

You could feel yourself slipping away and had to take deep breaths to ground yourself to reality. Your mind was whirring with possibilities of what could have been and you try hard to shut them out, to not let them affect you now.

Yoongi was sitting at the bar with his phone in his hand, and swirling the glass of whiskey with the other. He still hadn't noticed you standing at the door with the paper in your hand, he still hadn't registered the heavy breaths coming from your direction.

So, you compose yourself, wipe your tears with the sleeve of your dress and enter the room where he sat all alone.

"Yoongi."

"Hm?" he doesn't look up from his phone and you take painfully slow steps towards him.

"Yoongi." you call out again, in your no-nonsense voice and he finally looks up.

In a still moment, you see various emotions flash through his eyes. From the ease and comfort to the tinge of surprise at last fading into the color of concern.

"Y/N?" not a question of why are you crying, a question of just your name. As if he is asking if you are still there or have already slipped away.

"Mom called."

"And? Is everything alright?" He is on the verge of fretting.

"18 months have passed already." and time stills as you see him straighten up, the look of concern overshadowed by one of realization.

18 months and 7 days ago, to be precise, you had tied the knot with Min Yoongi, the CEO of Min Technologies. Your parents had set you up with each other with the wish of an heir. Yoongi had a very unstable reputation, especially among the chaebols, and you were considered to be an outcast. So the best idea they considered was to put you two together, to save some face.

Your parents had kept your wish of becoming a writer instead of joining their company and you had been grateful for them. But they were no strangers to the ways of the higher class and they knew you needed to do something to retain your position in their circle. People gossiped, talked ill about your family and evidently, the words had affected your parents to a big extent. One that made them put a condition over your wishes to pursue your dreams.

You were meant to marry someone till your 27th birthday, someone who was approved by your family. Failing which they would be taking the matter in their own hands. Two and a half years ago you turned twenty seven, and two years ago they took you to a dinner with the Mins.

The stakes were, as they said at that time, not so high. You both were meant to marry each other, or else Yoongi's position as the CEO would be dissolved by the board, and your career taken away by your parents.

They had also given you an out. Which you don't know was beneficiary to you or not.

You both were expected to conceive an heir within 18 months of the marriage, failing which the marriage would be respectfully dissolved along with your respective careers. So basically, it was a threat.

A threat you failed to take seriously.

As now, 18 months later, you stand in front of each other, heirless, and with no sense of direction with your life.

It wasn't a sad marriage. You had your moments, ones which brought you close to each other. With the first few months spent bickering, you had become friends till your 1st year anniversary. But it was slow paced. And none of you were willing to have a kid in a loveless marriage.

A Loveless Marriage.

Or a marriage with you hopelessly gone for him in every way possible, but still restricting yourself from flinging yourselves in his arms and letting him know.

"Are, are those divorce papers?" his trembling voice breaks you out of your reverie and you look down at the papers clutched tightly in your hand.

"Yes."

He stands up slowly, taking his time. His eyes don't leave yours and you both stand at a hand's distance, his hand still clutching his seat for support and yours the paper for everything but support.

"Y/N." His voice is not more than a whisper, and you will your tears to not fall down.

"Hm?"

One thing which you were not sure about, was what he felt. Yes, you both had almost kissed the night you got high in your balcony, and yes he never forgot to cook you your favorite dishes whenever you were not in a good mood, and yes he even removed all the tulip vases from his billion dollar estate after finding out about your allergy the night of your marriage, but they were all things he did while staying completely closed off.

"We are friends now.'' he had said on the night of your birthday, ten months after your marriage, and treated you to a lovely dinner. But that's what you both ever were, friends. He was like a closed book and you trained your mind to perceive all his acts as platonic.

You look up at him with tears lining your eyes.

"Is this the end?"

All you do is nod. Not able to trust yourself to form coherent words.

In front of your eyes he falls back on his seat, still as a rock but his chest heaving and hand falling limp at his side.

"Really?" his voice doesn't shake this time, but you think you can hear the tremble.

"What other choice do we have, Yoongi?"

Even if for some reason, your marriage is prolonged. But what's the good out of it? You trust Yoongi, but you cannot trust him to not break your heart. You need to put up a strong front to break out of this arrangement, or else you'll be doomed to eventual misery, because even if his feelings for you grow later, you don't know what will happen. You can never be too hopeful and hurt yourselves.

"We can try to pursue them. To not break it off. To-"

"But why?" you splutter with wide eyes. "Why do we need to be together, Yoongi?"

He looks at you as if you offended him and a moment later, his head falls into his hands and he mindlessly starts grumbling at your outburst. You try to catch some words and all you can are 'I will lose everything.'

Now this angers you. You both were going to lose everything. He at least doesn't have to move. You'll have to get your old place back, and meanwhile stay with your parents with them hovering over you like vultures. You will lose the place you had made your home for more than a year, you will lose the job you had to fight everyone for. You will lose him.

"Really, Yoongi? You think you will be the one to lose everything. You think I am also not getting the bad end of the stick? You think it's only a matter of 'I' and not 'We'?" you almost shout at him and take a step backwards.

"Y/N." he looks up at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What? I am not getting anything good out of this. I will lose everything. A place to live, a career, my dream, my freedom, every fucking thing. I'll have to go back to my parents' house for some time and endure everything they will put on me for getting out of a marriage they so thoughtfully arranged." Your outburst has you gasping for air and he visibly flinches at the last word.

You take a few steps back, trying to compose your voice. Through your almost blurred, red vision, you see him standing up, his face set into an emotion that screams defense, interrogation, curiosity, and whatnot.

"Yoongi it's not only you who is going to suffer-"

"Then why are you so keen at getting out of this marriage?"

"What?"

"Why" he takes a step towards you and you take one back,"do" one more, "you" he is almost in front of you now "want to get a divorce?"

"So that you can set me free, from this relationship we so painfully call 'marriage'". you say in a level voice and glare at him.

"Weren't you going to lose your freedom, if you'll have to return back to your parents' house?"

"Atleast I won't have to pretend." you finally shout at him, with your body trembling and hands waving in exasperation.

His face blanches at your words. His hand which was pointing at you falls down and now he takes a step backwards. Your heart hurts when you see the same feeling flash through his eyes.

But it's the truth. You're tired now.

"Pretend what?" his voice is again shaky, and a whisper.

"That whatever is there between us, is okay, and we are all good."

"We are not?" you almost don't hear his voice, almost miss the question his completely mute voice asks you, vulnerably.

"Are we? Yoongi?" you take a deep breath when he goes back again, hints of tears lining his eyes and breath frantic.

You notice his fingers twitching at his side and your heart picks up its pace. It's one of his anxious traits you had picked up on. He was nervous, he was anxious, he was fucking on the verge of panicking.

"Yoongi, calm down." you take a tentative step towards him and he looks up at you with pure brokenness.

"Think of this positively," you try to console him and your next words are something that comes out mindlessly and it hurts you to say them.

"It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love."

A thunder ripples through the sky outside the window and the curtains swerve a little bit, letting in cold moonlight and illuminating Yoongi's face in the dim yellow light of the room. His features are shock ridden and immensely contorted into an emotion you vaguely make out to be,

Hurt.

"What?"

"I, we. It's good, it's better, you know." you stumble through your words as a lone year slips out of your left eye, and also his. But still you continue, "If we had fallen in love, it would have been hard to give this up. It's good that emotions are out of the way. Now all we have to pick up are the pieces of our broken dreams and not our," he inhales sharply at your words,"not our heart."

"We, we can get a way out. We don't have to end this. They are our parents. They, they will u-understand if we pursue them." he mindlessly mumbles, frantically, and you feel the oncoming panic once again.

"But why would we do that? Instead, let's find people we love. You can work your way up to the top again, Yoongi. Don't worry."

"You don't understand, Y/N." he is still mumbling and you realize he is drunk. He had been drinking. It's not a good time to have this conversation. You again take a step back.

"What?" cautiously, slowly you ask. Because even if you know his state, the red and blue you see in front of your eyes is way too opaque to let you see through it. You are in a blind state, while he is in a drunk one.

"I, I can't lose this."

"Again you are saying this? It will be okay. Oh my god why don't you understand that-"

"I can't lose you."

A whisper spoken into nothingness but it makes everything around you halt. What did he just say? He can't lose you? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

"Huh?"

He looks away, at the window, tilts his chin up, and smiles wistfully.

You are confused. Very much. But his eyes crinkle at the ends and the air hits his face softly, caressing his hair that falls on his face. Your chest tightens up when you look at him seeming so lost, nostalgic, and in-

"I love watching your smile. It's a habit for me now. I love when you stand up for yourself in front of your parents. I feel so proud. Like yeah," one more tear falls from his eyes and his face contorts into a little bit of pain as he mindlessly points in your direction and continues,"that's my wife."

"Yoongi what-"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to bring tulips into my house again. I'd rather die than smell them and remember your pain-ridden face. If you go, I don't even know how I'll cook again."

The spinning of the world seems to come to a halt. Realization crashes over you in waves and your mind whirs to make sense of the words he has been speaking. If he means what you think he does. If it's real. You don't think you can absorb reality so well. You don't think you can see the one thing you always wished for to be true this painfully. It must be a mirage, yes it m-

"I love you."

You fall down on your knees.

Tears stream down your face but within a second Yoongi is by your side, with a shrill call of your name.

You don't hear anything but your heartbeat loudly in your ears as he wraps his arms around your trembling figure to keep you up straight. He presses your head against his chest carefully while you hiccup into his shirt, gasping for air.

"It's okay. It's okay. You are going, it's okay. We will be good. I'll manage. Don't, don't cry. I am sorry, I am so sorry," he cries and cries,"Y/N, don't cry because of me. I am so sorry for putting this upon you. Please go without any pain or worries. Or anger for me. I beg you to forgive me bab-"

"I love you."

You feel it. You feel how he goes completely still against you. You feel when you snake your hands around his torso, bringing him back to life. You feel when he tightens his arms around you and brings you even closer, if possible. You feel the ringing in your ears. You feel it all too well.

"Y/N?"

"I love you oh my god. I was scared. I thought you didn't love me. And I was tired of pretending I didn't, so I," you whimper and his trembling cheek rests atop your head. So you sigh in his comfort and continue,"I thought walking away would be the best thing."

"I am sorry."

Yet again?

You pull away a little bit to look up at him.

"Why?"

"For making you feel like this."

What does that even mean? You furrow your eyebrows when he tips his forehead against yours.

"You made me feel safe, Yoongi. You made me feel like I was living in a garden with nothing but the sweet essence of the flowers and the cool breeze of bliss. You made me feel like myself."

A tear makes its way down his closed eyes.

"But I also made you feel unsure, insecure. I made you feel like you had to walk away from me for our sake. I am sorry."

You laugh at the irony of the moment. A while ago you were sorry for chaining him into a meaningless bond and now he is sorry for making you feel sorry.

"Please don't-"

Your lips swallow his next words.

His grip on you gets tighter when he comes down from the shock of your lips on his. You tug at him and start moving your lips against him slowly, carefully, worried he might break under your burden if you give him too much of it. He sighs into your mouth and reciprocates your actions with a new found vigor. His actions are similar, slow and careful. But heavily sprinkled with the ingredient love.

Heaven falls upon you as you feel yourself getting lost in his taste. Your tongues are out of the picture but still you feel like you might die by the intensity with which your whole body lights up with fireworks. His lips swallow any traces of pain from yours and his grip on you keeps on getting tighter as if you might slip away any second if he lets you loose. Which you might, cause you cannot feel the ground beneath your knees. You recognise the whiskey lingering over his lips faintly and almost cry out.

But alas, even heaven is not forever and you break away to catch air.

He smiles at you, with traces of tears on his cheeks which no longer are significant. Still, you wipe at them with your thumb as his eyelids flutter shut.

"Love." he sighs as he calls you.

You. His love.

You laugh through your tears when you say your next words.

"You can never get rid of me, hubby."

He opens his eyes and nudges your nose with his endearingly.

"I don't even want to. Wifey."

— hii. i haven't proofread it, because i was way too tired today, but i really hope that you like it hehe!!

🧸 please let me know what you think of this by reblogs, comments and asks, as feedback is highly appreciated as always. 🤍 (also, no taglist for requests)

© sugarwithtea 2022. do not repost.

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[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Leosagi and Usagi-centric stories

Based on an Ao3 request. You can also find this list and others here.

Blades and Honor by Various - An anthology of art, writing, and comics devoted to Leosagi (tw explicit, violence, trauma, guilt, suicide mention, separation, background tcest)

It happens between us by katanashipping - Moments of revelation for both Leo and Usagi (tw violence); the larger blog is chock full of katanashipping and Usagi stuff  

Silk and Steel by katanashipping (stopbeingbored) - Usagi doesn't like the dark changes he sees in Leonardo, but he won't be driven away forever (tw violence, blood, trauma, depression)

save him by haru-kaze - Usagi is surprised by Leo's maturity (tw trauma mention)

clinging to hope (what else is there to live for?) by leones - Usagi reveals a personal secret while trying to help Leo through a dark time (tw suicidal thoughts, implied suicide, implied self-harm, depression)

Wearing each other’s clothes by madf-user - Leo and Usagi discover the limits of uniform swaps (tw nsfw joke)

i can feel your eyes stare (and i'm not gonna lie, i get a little bit scared) by leones - A collection of drabbles about Leo and Usagi's quiet journey into intimacy (tw implied rape/noncon, implied sexual content, separation, insecurity, self-doubt)

Stormy Friendship by GoblinCatKC - A series about changes in Leo and Usagi's hearts and lives (tw violence, captivity, discussions of manipulation, insecurity, family dysfunction)

Accidentally Sleeping In by theherocomplex - Leo and Usagi make the most scandalous blunder of their lives and suffer ruthless teasing as a result

Layers by ClothesBeam - Leo, Usagi, and all the mysteries that can be tangled up in a poem (tw self-doubt)

Paperthin by stopbeingbored - Usagi gets involved when Leo faces a special kind of cruelty from a friend (tw homophobia, violence)

What-ifs and Would-have-beens by katanashipping (stopbeingbored) - AU where Samurai Tourist doesn't end in chaos and Leo and Usagi's relationship has a chance to develop in peace

Sleepy Bunny by StupidBolts - Leo likes that Usagi feels comfortable enough to rest with him

Domination by Garden_Guardian - Usagi is the only one who can take control away from Leo like this (tw explicit)

"LeoSagi" from RotTMNT fan arts by jactinglim - Sexually charged pieces about a mutant turtle and his samurai rabbit (tw mature/explicit, tcest in related art)

Soft by Koalagriton - In which Leo wants to hold on to Usagi and Usagi is desperately trying to keep Leo from slipping away (tw poison, mentions of suicide)

"Need You" from Everybody Wants Leo by Alessa_DC - Art for Everybody Wants Leo week (tw sexual content, mature/explicit, tcest in related art)

Captive by Lexifer - Usagi is caught up in a seemingly inescapable situation (tw whipping, suggestive)

Selfish by Caroaimezoe - Usagi gives Leo a place to rest away from his family, if only for a while (tw explicit, tcest)

The Hotdog Incident by Winnychan - Leo deals with the effect of Mikey's blunder on Usagi (tw vomiting, purging, nonconsensual violation of food taboo)

someone will come running by taizi - Mikey's view of Leo's healing journey and the person he brings home (tw grief)

"Wagging Tails," "Kinbaku," and "Kinbaku 2" from sub!Leo prompts by GoblinCatKC - Sexy stories with Usagi playing a starring role (tw mature/explicit, some mild dubcon in the Kinbaku duology, tcest)

Coy Desperation by Garden_Guardian - Leo and Usagi tease each other (tw explicit)

Nickname by Garden_Guardian - Leo is curious about the words Usagi uses for him (tw nudity)

Bloodied Sword by blozinxz - Leo arrives at Usagi's door in search of a unique kind of help (tw blood, past violence, implied speciesm)

In Circles by Garden_Guardian - Usagi and Leo stumble into the truth at a wedding reception

Nara Black: Mirror's Shadow In My Skin by crabapplered, GoblinCatKC - Usagi finds himself caught up in the lives of four turtles and their battle against a curse (tw violence, tcest)

Wake Up Call by Garden_Guardian - Leosagi celebrating Christmas (tw explicit)

"mercenaries for hire (and dinners and dates)" and "the (third) morning after - sequel to 'mercenaries for hire (and dinner, and dates.)'" from Sail To The Stars by Werepirechick - Leo tries to bond with a cute space rabbit in the face of his own awkwardness and his family's appetite for mayhem (tw implied sexual content)

Countdown. by Werepirechick - Soulmate AU with a focus on Capritello, but background Usagi (tw body issues, self-confidence issues, separation)

Seven Days Until Christmas by Kay the Cricketed - The turtles and their friends welcome in the holidays together

Mizu by Garden_Guardian - Leo and Usagi spend some time enjoying the water and each other (tw explicit)

Casting Stones at the River by GoblinCatKC - The Hamato clan deals with the weight of immortality; primarily OT4 but also themes of Leosagi (tw violence, explicit, tcest, explosions, apocalypse, discussions of experimentation, family dysfunction, alcohol)

I Went To Battlefest 2018 (and all i got was this lousy t-shirt) by FoxGlade - A tangle of chance, deception, and company-sponsored violence leads Leo to stumble awkwardly into the path of a very attractive warrior rabbit

resolution by taizi - The Hamato family and their lovers celebrates New Year's together; primarily Rasey, but with background Leosagi

Illness by Garden_Guardian - Leo tries not to come apart at the seams and hold onto the people he loves, including Usagi (tw depression, self-harm, self-hatred, trauma)

My soul is bigger than my body (I don’t know myself at all) by GreenGoddessSmoothie - A character study of Leonardo, including his heartbreak over Usagi (tw anxiety, self-doubt, one-sided relationships, trauma, paranoia)

Prized by Garden_Guardian - Very dark katanashipping start Foot!Leo (tw explicit, rape/noncon, degradation, imprisonment)

"Sounds Like Soft Breezes And Raging Waterfalls" from Underground Rainbows by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - 50 sentences of Leosagi (tw sickness, violence, blood, internment camps, implied sexism, implied homophobia, sexual assault, trauma, grief, sexual content, speciesm, major character death, mind control, eye trauma, STD mention, injury, implied fire, implied gore)

"When You Cry, When You're Shy, When You Wanna Die" from Bye, Bye, Baby Blue by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo and Usagi endure something horrible together (tw rape/noncon, mutual noncon, violence, blood, torture, imprisonment, victim blaming, slut shaming, trauma, guilt)

"Bubble Bath" from spice up your life (who would want anything else?) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo and Usagi share some indulgences (tw implied sexual content)

Ring Ring by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Calls to April's phone; mentioned relationships include Usagi (implied sexual content, implied drug use)

just gettin' started, don't you tiptoe, tiptoe (ah) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Usagi and Raph play games with Leo in the woods (tw explicit, disorientation, tcest)

you could try and take us (but we're the gladiators) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Seven stories about the different paths Leo and Usagi's lives together can take (tw mind control, violence, implied rape/noncon, explicit, vomiting, abortion mention, unplanned pregnancy, implied gender dysphoria, brief internalized ableism, past injury, mentioned csa, mentioned incest, trauma, nightmares)

#tmnt #leosagi #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt idw #tmnt comics #idw comics #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #leo #usagi #miyamoto usagi #tmnt fanfic recs

[amalthea-fictions]

Hi there! I'm Amalthea and I like to write! Feel free to make a request!

WORKS

🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku X Reader [KNY] 🔥

Fractured Sunlight [Aftermath of Mugen Train]

Kankagari [Pregnancy]

Red Light District Under Cover [Request]

🍃Suzukaze X Kamui [Fire Emblem Fates] 🍃

Snow [Fluff]

Taking a Hit for the Other Person [Angst to Fluff]

Kamui's Kimono [Fluffy Drabble]

Fruit Salad [Fluff, only on A03]

An Important Question [Marriage Proposal, only on A03]

Epilogue [Angst to Fluff, only on A03]

Camilla [She Reacts to Kaze X Corrin, only on A03]

As King and Queen of Valla [only on A03]

🌌 Shepard X Garrus [ME] 🌌

Commander Shepard's Nickname [AKA Trolling James Vega]

Alternate Shakarian Reunion [ME2]

🐉 Charlie Weasley X Reader/Jacob’s Sibling [HPHM] 🐉

Small Moments [Fluffy Drabble]

Quidditch Rescue [Exactly what the title says LOL]

Charlie Learns You Can Speak to Dragons [Request]

Charlie Hurt to Comfort [Request]

Charlie Gushes About You [Fluffy Drabble]

🦅 Talbott Winger X Reader/Jacob's Sibling [HPHM] 🦅

Talbott's Surprise [Request]

Love Potion Mishap [Request]

🐍Sebastian Sallow X Reader/MC [HPHL]🐍

Don’t Mess with MC [Seb vs. Beasts Class Bully]

💫Aaravos X Reader [TDP] 💫

General HCs [Request]

Stuck in Mirror with Artsy Reader [Request]

Platonic: Aaravos being a big bro to a young reader [Request]

#Requests OPEN! #❤❤❤❤ #sorry that I’m horrible with making titles #Demon Slayer X You #rengoku x reader #Suzukaze x kamui #kaze x corrin #fire emblem kaze #Mint Chip Ship #I don't care how old FE Fates is I will ALWAYS write for KazeCorrin #shakarian #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x reader #hphm x you #hphm mc x tablott #talbott x mc #aaravos x reader #tdp x reader #sebastian sallow x mc

[musesofthemoon]

[kazeofthemagun] (I was writing a drabble - but it works better as an ask imo. So.. how often does Yu have nightmares like this?)

"Chaos."

It was that cold steel, all over again. Pressing down on his head like the talon of some hungry beast. He had stared into Death's eyes then, and lowered his gaze. How wretched must one be, to be visited personally by the reaper? One he knew.

He knew the man towering over him like judge, jury, and executioner. He knew the cold blue eyes that betrayed no remorse nor compassion as the wild Wind hunted his enemies.

And now he was prey. Nothing else.

Was this a man, or a monster? An animal that only cared about the chase. A scenthound on the trail of Chaos - and they were Chaos. The both of them. It could not be changed, and all their fates were set in stone. A fairytale with one ending, so blatantly obvious from the very first page.

The moral was simple: predator and prey could never coexist.

Though the crimson wolf's muzzle was cold, its breath was hot with anticipation of the kill. And he'd find himself lifting his gaze, motions guided like a marionette on strings - looking into the eyes of his once-guardian one last time, and suddenly he was pinned by a large paw and rows of teeth went for his neck.

(Luckily for all of you, he has these sorts of nightmares quite often. The rest stays under the cut!)

So it was decided.

It had been too much, everything was too much. It felt so easy just to give in, let that sickeningly sweet voice in his head tell him that he was a monster, so he should act like one. Everyone else seemed to think so, despite their disappointment if it truly happened. So, despite those words of caution, he gave in.

This was the outcome he should have expected. Every monster had its hunter. Every monster needed to die. It was time to take his due like a man.

Yu Hayakawa was not yet fourteen. He was not a man. He wouldn't have been a man if he was, either? He was never human in the first place, a sniveling, whining imitation at best. That didn't change now. His eyes well up with tears as the unfeeling steel makes contact with his flesh. He looks up at Kaze, despite how hard it is to keep his eyes up. At least the end came from someone Yu had considered a friend. The other would not see it that way, but it brought relief.

His death would not kill the monster, it would only make it smaller, weaker. Not enough, not by a long shot. But it was something.

He wanted to take solace in these things. He couldn't, though. He wanted to live, even if he was a beast. Weasels could still live, despite how cowardly and slimy they were.

But even if his throat had not closed enough to make it difficult to speak, his words would not reach. As the jaws close in...

---

The boy awakens, clasping his throat as he sees himself in his bed. He was alive. Everything was okay. The Twin Gods of Destruction had not taken root in either child. It may be okay, but he didn't feel okay. He shouldn't wake his sister for something like this, she deserved peace in her rest.

He didn't fall back asleep that night.

#yu - ic #yu - answers #kazeofthemagun #hOOOO THIS WAS A FUN WRITE #thank youuuu!! #ffu spoilers

[shiroi---kumo]

Ten Q’S:

1. when are you usually online?  

Nearly every day! I work from Friday to Tuesday (4:30am - 12:30pm EST) Wednesday and Thursday are my days off so I’m on for most of the day those days. I have a scheduled therapy appointment every other Thursday at 10am.  

I always pop in on my breaks at work though so (8am and 11am)  for about 30 minutes. If you see me posting otherwise within my scheduled work hours I’m probably cheating and using my phone real quick. I pop in every now and then to post a meme or check things but I don’t really start doing replies / posts until after I get home from work. (I normally take some kind of a nap though because I’m tired from waking up so early)

2. what verses are you involved in outside of this page?

Kumo has A LOT of verses but he mostly lives in main verse (Creeping Shadows of Anarchy) with @kazeofthemagun​. I have in series verses, pre-series verse and crossover verses too! I’ve made him verses for FMA and KH. Making him verses for other places is easy too because it’s so simple to cross him over with other series / muses.  

Probably my second most involved verse is actually my FMA verse “Amestris No More.”   It’s come to involve quite a few blogs and different threads. It’s one giant story involving all the poor souls from FMA who have gotten sucked into Wonderland.  It’s a lot of fun and I honestly love it dearly.

You can find the rest of Kumo’s verses here. 

3. what is your biggest RP pet peeve?

Just talk to me. It drives me insane when people avoid talking to me for whatever reason. Communication. It drives me insane. I think my other one that’s come up more as of late is no means no.  If I tell someone no to something, that’s all I should have to say.  

4. are you drawn to specific types of muses?

Abso-fucking-lutely. Most of my muses tend have things in common like (but not limited to) white hair, trauma, younger in age, bitey personalities, red hair, blond hair, sarcasm, smartasses, selfless, etc.  I have a type and I know it but they don’t always fall into that categories. I have some weirdos in there like Yeager. 

5. are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice?

I write in layers. I write massive foreshadowing constantly and if you keep up with threads consistently you’ll see that most of the time they all tie together. (This happens when I do Arcs with a single muse / Amestris No More.)  I echo drabbles I’ve written in threads with the same muse. I echo things from threads ago in a current one. Sometimes a single paragraph I’ll write has three different meanings to it.  I write in layers. 

I’m gunna use this as an example here because Quen liked it so here we go: 

“ The sun wasn’t meant to mix with the rain because when it did … it only brought out the rainbow. “

Kaze is the sun side of the Unlimited pair.  

“Is it going to rain?” is what Kumo’s brother would ask him when he was about to cry. 

Aura (Kaze’s sister) and Lou (a girl he cared about) are the only characters in the series with the soul soil being called “Tears of the Rainbow”  and when they died to give up their soil, it was the only two times in the entire series Kaze shed tears.

The sentence actually reads “Kaze shouldn’t cry because when he does it only means his loved ones have died.” 

I write in layers. 

6. what are your favorite RP trends?

I absolutely adore dash commentary or people sending asks / anons about current events in threads or headcanons ect. I love when the dash will blow up into everyone talking because of a single thing that got said. I just adore that. It gives that community feeling and I live for that.

7. what is your process for starting a new story with someone?  

If we’re going in with the long haul, then there is half a million plotting conversations that take place. I have disco servers dedicated to ARCs for organization purposes. I have replotted scenes with someone at least 20 times so when we get there it’s amazing. I need triggers. I need to know what people are chill with.  I talk things out A LOT.   But if it’s just memes and stuff, oh I just wing that shit. 

My Multi-thread interconnecting story ARCs? Oh those get talked about near constant. 

8. how do you feel about duplicates?

I would laugh at the sheer concept of Kumo ever having one but I mean hey if I’m crazy enough to RP in this dead and buried fandom maybe someone else is too and I mean, good on them if they do.  I’ve written with duplicates in the past on other blogs. I’m pretty chill about them. Just like you do you. We’re just vibing here. 

9. how long have you been involved in roleplaying?

Uhhhh 22 years now? Yeah it’s been a minute.

10. is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t?

I just want more people in this fandom. I’m content to just keep side musing basically everyone with Quen though. It’s kinda like we’re just splitting the series down the middle and going crazy because it’s just us. LOL  Really if anything?  I’d love it if people wanted to talk more to my Misterican OCs. I made a meme for it and everything. Look I know they’re dead present day but it helps grow that world.  You can even talk to Kumo himself when he was a kid! I would love to write more of him before he lost it all and got insanely depressed.  (Prince Pilvi. He’d still be going by his given Misterican name) 

stolen from @curseleads​ // @deathleads​

#Finding Pictures in the Clouds || Dashboard Games #// About the mun #tw; long post

[cursedfortune]

🌻 I am become curiosity

unprompted post. @lady-quen // @kazeofthemagun

:) <3

you are a warm fire on a cool summer night, quen. everything about you is comfortable. i love listening to you talk about your muse and your lore and, well, just about anything and everything tbh. i love that you ask questions, that you compare things to what you know and see how they adapt to your alien boi here. i think it takes a very brave soul and one full of unlimited (ha!) imagination to be able to freely ask questions - to wonder and muse about what ifs. and then it takes a brilliant writer and creator to gather up all the pieces and put them together.

you're an incredible person and someone that inspires me on the days i feel like a slug. you're one of the blogs i will lay in bed and read the content, whether it's new or old. your writing is so thoughtful. a drabble is never lacking and neither are your replies. you're so considerate of other people but it always makes me proud that you are also considerate to yourself. because you deserve it. you deserve equality, kindness, excitement, the love of creation and engagement like you deliver to others.

what you've done here with kaze, a muse that had such limited and specific details, has astounded me since the day we met. i've played my share of fandom muses and i love growing their lore but what you have done here is beyond words. i see you post now and then that joke meme of a fandom character being an oc in your hands or how much content they possessed in their series vs what you've created. and it's all true. you've done that. i don't care that it was a character that was established before. in your hands, he's something more. it's your eyes and heart that lets you see him and the potential of him (and tbh, any character you turn your sight upon that we've talked about). i will never not appreciate how you've taken the lore that existed and did everything you could to keep it and expound upon it further.

you can call me biased if you want cause i view you as a good friend but i think, anyone with two braincells and who can read can take a minute to see all you have done. and regardless if it's their thing or not, appreciate your creativity for creating this amazing corner on tumblr that is full of wonder. it's like, the nice version of wonderland. i'll live here, thank you.

i could like, talk forever about you my friend. you're a gem. all you touch turns to gold. you have a heart full of good feels and intentions and a one of a kind mind. please never stop creating, asking questions and seeking answers. because look at all it has made. you might find this funny cause we talk about our anxieties and all that aplenty but. you're one of the bravest and most considerate people i know. and it shows in your writing, in your boi kaze.

everything about you and this blog is just good. ;///; thank you for sending this in without context and letting me gush about you. <3

#ladyquen #kazeofthemagun #oocasks

[hideyseek]

6. 10, 11? For ur ao3 wrapped? Mehabs?

(im on mobile if something is weird. No it isnt)

bro ,,,,, im so sorry to report something was weird, i only saw this guy come in today he was not in my inbox before. apology for delay. but hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yes thank you for the ask!!!!! of course i will answer i love to fucking TALK hehe :3

ao3 wrapped asks

6. Favorite title you used?

mmmm hehe. i'm gonna answer this based purely on title vibes as opposed to like "how well the title fits the fic" bc i wrote a bunch of shorter (to me) fics without a lot of internal thematic happenings that a title could reflect and so i don't really think of anything i published that a title is doing very much work.

i think my favorite title of anything published this year is i wish you the wind just because ah ... what a phrase! no idea what this means but it sounds so damn romantic to me! really has a flavor of like ... bittersweet farewell!

10. What work was the quickest to write?

mmm, haha. well, two answers to this i suppose. on one hand, there was keep me here which unfortunately i wrote in about one day from nothing (and therefore had approximately 12 minutes to revise) because i was determined to post SOMETHING for that day of kaze week 2023. but the first fic that came to mind (and perhaps the most accurate answer, time-wise) was my drabble from week 2 of inception wicked which came together in about three hours total drafting, but there was a span of several days (and truthfully several days that felt like several weeks lol) between me initially having the idea and sitting down to draft. but like, to be fair, it is about 400 words so revising goes exponentially quicker. truly this shocked even me, though i guess really what this means is i already was primed with a bunch of subconscious thoughts about the dynamic in this fic lol. (you can read it here on the gdoc with the other fics from that week! bc i haven't gotten around to posting on ao3 yet lol. content warnings for: semi-explicit sexual content, fantasizing about a married couple, voyeurism)

11. What work took you the longest to write?

hmm ... i don't know if there's a winner for anything i published, tbh. most of the rest of the kaze week fics from january kind of came together in a span of 3-5 days depending on the fic, and most of the other drabbles for both events came together in about the alotted week. so instead i'm going to gleefully misinterpret this question so i can talk about my beloved unpublished nemesis project, narrative!fic :3

i hate that guy! (<- said extremely lovingly) i probably earnestly worked on this fic for ... 4 or 5 months of this year? had a nice breakthrough for some story logic in august / september ish, outlined from that through october, and wrote pretty diligently for most of november. (i did tell my roommate fully two years ago, "hey you need to watch kazetsuyo so i can make you betaread this fic i'm writing at the end of the year, i'll watch star trek with you in exchange". that was literally 2021 lmao. they have not yet seen a draft bc there has not been a draft worth having anybody else look at yet.)

i think the thing that has made the process of drafting narrative!fic so long is really just that, for the last two-ish years, narrative!fic wasn't actually a story to me, so much as it was a project into which i dumped all my post-college facing-the-future feelings and loosely tied up with a string called "i'm sure i can make haiji go through this as well". but then, due to various life events in april of this year, suddenly i came back to the draft and it was like: oh. ohhh, okay. i can see how this can be a story, actually. this is about haiji, as a character, as opposed to haiji, as a semi-direct proxy for myself. and then over the next few months i cut out a ton of stuff and reworked his main arc and now it's like ... a story, instead of just a bunch of feelings and events. which, truly, is only my personal marker for what i was looking for from the project. like, i personally want a separation of my own experiences from what is in my fic, i want to be thinking about developments in the fic as narrative choices the story requires rather than as alternatives to how my own life could have gone. (which ultimately may well be the same thing but its the headspace im in, for me).

and i think the other part is just -- i didn't know how to write! i mean, obviously i know how to string words into a sentence lol. but a LOT of i guess the first two years of drafting and then setting all the drafted stuff aside to start again from scratch like four times over, was me learning to like, figure out my own longfic writing process. (big sobbing emoji, lmao. i remember in my youth reading about maggie stiefvater having 200k of unused draft material for one of the trc books and i was like, how??? and now i am like: yeah. unfortunately i get it. not that my tossed-out drafter material is of that specific magnitude. but there is a lot of it, goddamn.) and now that i've got at least an initial / foundational sense of it, the hardest part is only actually sitting down and writing. (i say as if this is not also, extremely challenging for me lol). so uh, i guess i'll say here "maybe this time next year i'll really have a full draft of narrative!fic", and. we'll see how that goes :3

#hidey speaks #hidey talks fic #ask game #lmao sorry this took me like one hour to write because in the middle i reread i wish you the wind and took seven million notes on revising #it into something longer and slightly more complex

[empresskaze]

I'm no @hurt-care but gonna try my hand at historical style letters.

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Dear Ambrose,

In the letter Molly sent updating me on the affairs of the house, she informs me that you have taken ill?

She tells me you've not left your bed for two days as you're affected by a terrible cough, severe head congestion, and fever. I told her to summon Dr. Fairchild to see you at once, your health being of the utmost importance.

It pains me to be away while you're ailing. I pray the good doctor helps with your recovery.

Please write at your earliest convenience as I worry.

Yours faithfully,

Cecil.

***

My dearest Cecil,

I apologize not only for the lateness of this letter but also for the state of my hand. This accursed illness not only robs me of my breath and keeps me confined to bed but also racks my body with chills hard enough to shake my normally steady hand. Forgive any illegible words.

Even holding a pen takes all I have. Molly volunteered to dictate for me, but I politely declined her offer as I prefer to keep our correspondence private.

Please know she, along with Dr Fairchild, have taken the best care of me whilst you're away. I am in good hands. The basin next to my bed always has water, and a cloth is never far from my brow. The good doctor has visited twice since I took to bed, hoping to bring me some relief. His assessment of my ailment is much like the others that afflict me; it must run its course. A mixture of medicinal herbs rub has lessened my congestion considerably. If only my poor lungs could extract their illness, I know I would turn the corner.

I long for when you return, I hopefully will be right as rain by then. The house feels colder without your warm hand cupped in mine.

Please write soon as your letters ease my suffering.

Ever yours,

Ambrosia

#i love them your honor #kaze writes: ambrose and cecil #historical sick fic #sick fic #Victorian letter style #kaze writes: drabbles

[koichira]

the very real urge of writing a drabble series with fujii kaze songs

#tp #shinunoga e was with rin makes me lose my mind oh my god

[snnbnny]

AERO!! Hihihi!! I just wanted to say that I just saw that you did my thing for your event and I AM IN LOVE? ITS SO CUTE AND I—I have been squealing about it lowkey—highkey

It’s so so cute and the outfits are adorable (literally so cute and I actually just bought a sundress in this color too!!?)

And the little glimpse into it!!!! The drabble!! IM LITERALLY MELTING OVER IT!!!! IT MAKES ME SO WARM AND IM DYING OVER IT RN this is so sweet 😭 and the relationship between the boys and how they describe their relationships with us I just—sobbing over it honestly!!

This whole thing is just adorable and I’m in love with it and we would definitely have the best time splashing each other in the water (and def would gang up and splash Rin and Samu too when they joined us!) this is so cute and you’re so sweet <33

omg kaze- this made my day. Im so glad that you liked it, I had fun with it!!! I love highlighting an interaction between them about us I felt as tho it was that most meaningful moment I could show. yes we would soak them together for sure.

I loved writing samu's accent it was so fun to write!!

#chats with: kaze

[kazeofthemagun]

@shiroi---kumo asked the summoner:

"Don't chase the rabbit"

Do not chase it into the dark.

Kill for you, live for you

WARNING: To best understand the drabble, I strongly advise to read Child of Wolf first.

“It was him who intercepted them. It was him, the heretic, the kiichimarichuril chosen of Magun. He and his sister, who had taken in the unholy child of Tiamat. No, Seejvariil was holier than all of them. Holier than any of this mess because he had never been made to murder his own kin in an attempt to cover his sins.”

[Shared dream/memories drabble; The duel over White Cloud, 2k words, pre-series]

[Content warnings: heavily mature themes, blood, gore, mental abuse, torture, cultlike behavior mention, incest mention, suicidal ideation, brainwashing, self-objectification, rage issues]

It was the dawn. It was the seventh morning hour of the Day of the Serpent, and the awakened sun's rays painted the paved ground gold. Long shadows cast by the surrounding totems extended like prowling beasts, eager to observe the fateful match that would decide the future of clan Ladnajredvi.

To any commoner living in town, it was simply yet another day, yet another morning. The region was peaceful at the time, and a regular person cared very little what the Wind Warriors were doing. Though held firmly in the iron grip of the Temple, the province lived their lives in somewhat blissful indifference. As long as they had bread, they ate. As long as the springs were generous, they drank. The matters of what to them was a war cult did not concern them in the least.

There were men, and then there were dogs - lapdogs of Lahriktaar. He was one of the latter. And any old fool knew dogs had rules to follow and masters to obey. His masters were the Priest Elders and his code was written in the olden blood. Traditions were what held Windaria together, and traditions were what shackled him to this path.

Those particular shackles had been shut around him the moment Kaadhavriija issued the Challenge.

...Rushing Stream was no moron. He was not idiotic enough to challenge the Destroyer's right hand to a duel over the position of clan alihkar and yet, here they were. The only thing that separated the Wind from one of his closest friends now were the spears crossed on either sides of the arena. A symbolic obstacle, set to part upon the Ringmaster' word. A word that had not come just yet, so he still had time to prepare.

...Rushing Stream was no moron because he was his friend and Black Wind did not forge friendships with fools. No, he was no moron; He was desperate.

All because that foolish boy did not wear his hood at night.

Blue eyes opened; A sixth sense forewarning him to rise as the Ringmaster's lips parted, and the horn was blown. The spears parted with a click of metal against metal. Boots stepped forth into the arena and sunlight reflected off of gold.

...This would not have been their first fight, but it would be their last.

The wielder of Magun assumed a practiced stance, adjusting his center of mass according to the Weapon which now rested in place of his right arm. His one remaining hand grasped the hilt of his dagger firmly, curved crimson blade angled outwards like a viper's fang. It was far too long for a simple dagger and yet too short to be called a sword. A breath in; And a breath out; Wordless, they circled one another, completing a silent gauntlet. The witnesses remained just as quiet, masks of impartiality adorning their faces. Literal ones, made out of polished wood and featureless. Yet another tradition. Yet another shackle upon his kin. They couldn't smile nor cry, they couldn't speak either. Too distracting. To divert a duelist' focus and hasten their demise was to unleash a blood curse everlasting.

Or so the superstitions said, anyway. He was sick of them, frankly.

He was sick of being told what he can and cannot do. The Gun Beast had claimed his life already, let him at least protect Seejvariil before he goes. Let the knowledge of his heresy be buried - with Kaadhavriija, if it must. Because Kaadhavriija himself could not bear the thought of serving under a traitor and put on the line his life. A line that would now need to be cut.

"Svaardzjetrorahm." His name, falling from his foe's lips. Kaadhavriija's own red eyes were focused, his face half-hidden beneath the rim of his dark-blue cape. The Wind Warrior had both of his hands. Each one wielded a sword. Two swords that would set out to fell a God's vessel. Attempt to, anyway.

Of course, he would not unleash Soil upon the man. His only tools in this duel were a dagger and quick reflexes. No magic would be used.

It was hardly needed.

Black Wind said nothing; All the words had already been spoken that horrid night. Instead, he struck.

Steel met steel in a flash of lethal speed, the killing dance of two Windarian soldiers, warriors from birth and until death. There was no release from this destiny, not any that existed for him. Whoever had been forged into a weapon was condemned never to find peace, and though the Temple fancied it a blessing, the highest martyrdom in service of Windaria herself, he had long known this all to be but a farce. They were pawns; Played forever by a greedy hand. Yes, he was a sinner. He had believed their lies for so long. He believed in the hidden justice in the blood that reddened the sands. In reality, he had simply been sifting dust and hoping for gold.

Until the gold found him, and claimed his flesh as a throne for a beast.

The Magun was an excruciating burden, a prison to his soul, a testament to his hubris. But it sure made for a damn good shield.

Rushing Stream's stance faltered when his strike was deflected, panicked glint of red eyes reflecting in the pristine metal of Black Wind's right arm. And just like that, the viper's fang struck, so quickly it may as well have gone unseen. The witnesses failed to react, sitting still as ever. Perhaps they missed it.

Perhaps Kaadhavriija himself missed the lightning-fast sting underneath his ribs, the way metal hooked into flesh and sought inner organs. His gaze betrayed confusion when he went to swing another time and found one blade sailing through the air as his right lung caved in.

They stilled. Both of them. No more movements, just mutual staring. Ocean blues into blood reds. Like the blood that bloomed upon denim-colored fabric. The wounded Windarian's eyes showed no fear, no. There was a sort of acceptance, a resignation to his fate. He never could quite win against Black Wind, after all. Not many could.

This was not a Challenge, this was a suicide. The hollow-eyed masks did not know this, but the two warriors did. They knew. They each knew how much pride could destroy a man. In a way, it hurt deeply to know his friend wished to die out of his disappointment in him.

A gurgle and a wheeze, a soft whisper sounding above the edge of the swordsman's cape. The slightest upwards crease of straining lips, a taste of insanity in iron-scented foam.

"Even so. The truth will find you. It will find us. It will doom us."

...Kaadhavriija tried to save their clan. Even if he hated him to hell and back for what he did. A disgrace of a chieftain, a disgrace of Bahamut's gunman. His hatred was only logical.

The eve Seejvariil was found, it was Kaadhavriija alone who saw his glow. The Demon Swordsman of Misterica, their enemy - or so the Temple claimed. But in reality, he was but a scared child; And it was Aura who made him see it. Misterica was no more. That boy, he who wielded the Maken - that foolish boy had not even been taught how to kill.

Kaadhavriija could have killed Seejvariil. Not because his skill was greater, no. But because Seejvariil was ready to sacrifice his own life if only to not have to take another's.

It was him who intercepted them. It was him, the heretic, the kiichimarichuril chosen of Magun. He and his sister, who had taken in the unholy child of Tiamat. No, Seejvariil was holier than all of them.

Holier than any of this mess because he had never been made to murder his own kin in an attempt to cover his sins.

Black Wind's gaze softened, a look halfway to sadness and halfway to pity. With both swords now strewn across the floor, Rushing Stream was heaving. Each breath was more difficult than the last and a Wind Warrior's pride forbade him from displaying weakness. A swift death would serve to spare his old friend's honor. It would be a thank-you; A parting gift in return for the greatest gift Rushing Stream offered him. Silence. In front of the ears of Lahriktaar itself, silence. He could have gone and confessed the truth himself. Spoken aloud of what he found. But he didn't. He was too proud for that and telling the Temple would only stain all of Ladnajredvi.

And put them all to death for his heresy. Once again the blood curse would have cost the lives of his family; Instead, it now cost only one. A price Black Wind would pay gladly.

He took a step forward, knife held with the clearest of intents. "Fenlai." Friend.

But red eyes did not return kindness. The red eyes he had known since they were but children did not return any of it. The only thing now staring through those familiar orbs was seething rage. "You are no friend of mine. I curse you. Kill me, Svaardzjetrorahm. Do it."

...He did betray them all. He was a dog who stepped out of bounds. He was a heretic, yes. It was only fair his name would be cursed.

The red knife pressed to the defeated warrior's neck, preparing to deliver mercy. But Rushing Stream had one last idea. A venomous whisper shared only between them and no one else.

"You don't deserve a family, Red Wolf. I doubt a man who fucked his own sister can be trusted with a son."

The heirloom pendant - the revelation; from strangers to siblings - twenty one years they had lived ignorant - 

It was blood loss and anger. It had to be. Red eyes staring into those of death itself, all clarity lost. His mind had already gone with the Soil and for this he could be forgiv -

Black Wind's eyes shot wide. Something snapped. Something snapped. Something snapped.

Something snapped.

He would not suffer old scars to be named. Not again. Not ever.

The knife shifted in his hand. Tip curved upward. And before he could have even registered what was happening, he had already gutted Kaadhavriija like a fish.

The featureless figures gasped. Someone stood up, but those fucking traditions bound all equally. He hoped all of Lahriktaar would choke on sharp sand. Even if his curse was real. Even if the white masks with dark slits for eyes seemed so awfully familiar.

...Even if he now saw himself shoving the knife into Seejvariil's abdomen instead. Staring into those wide green eyes with narrow pupils. Hands slick with crimson blood and heart pounding madly in tune to the rhythm of the war machine. That's right, Black Wind Red Wolf. Rushing Stream was only right. Misfortune follows you and you have already doomed all that you loved. So what, if you did not know? So what, if you were raised to kill? The old tales still ring true. A dishonored dog who thought to adopt a child of a pure white glow. Red and white. One who curses others and one who curses himself. Of course only suffering would follow.

W̶̢̔r̶̩͐ȃ̶̯ṯ̴̈h̴̺̅ ̷̗͒H̶̭̅ǎ̸̞t̷̨͌e̷̡͋ ̶̦̀K̷̮̾ḭ̶͝l̸͇̽l̷̞͒ ̴̩̈ ̷̥͐M̷̪̐a̵̺̎i̵͕̒m̵̰̀ ̵̗͊S̵͙̅c̴͉̀ṟ̶̒e̷̡̔a̸̖͆m̵̝̽ ̶̤̆

Seejvariil -

It would have been best if you had killed White Cloud all those years ago. See? Instead you betrayed them all. Demon Gunman of Windaria, the destined enemy of the Demon Swordsman of Misterica. What laughable notion; To love the lost prince you were supposed to end. Bahamut's vessel does not need a family. Does not need a son. He does not deserve it.

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Eviscerate him, you know the motions. You sleep with the knife ready to draw, no? You wake first. It will be easy. He’s so perfect. So sweet, sweet, and perfect. Don’t you hate it? Don’t you wish you could just carve all that perfection out, hollow out his chest just like the Gun Beast did to you?

He could feel Chaos' laughter. The same atrocious sensation that seized the Gun Dragon when pale scales turned to black. Where the audience stared on in shocked silence, it seemed to congratulate him.

...You don't deserve to remember his moonlit smile. You may have killed your old friend for his sake, but I do not recall giving you permission to reach into your memories. And thus, once again, when you awaken, you shall forget and be left only with a warbandmate's corpse at your feet and a curse on your and Aura's names.

....He wanted to die. Bahamut..! Just let him die. Should have gone through with it after he found out Aura was his sister. He only rested once every three to five days and still he was plagued by these nightmares. Nightmares he could never run from. So he desperately tried to postpone sleep. But he could only go so long with eyes wide open. So he clung to one memory, the singular promise to Aura he could still keep.

Live.

For her. And for Seejvariil.

Black Wind flicked the blood off the blade of his knife, and left his once friend to writhe and cry out for all to witness.

That day they exchanged dishonor for dishonor; Their final parting gift to one another was hardly silence.

#this is more fucked up than most of my writing #please take care and read the warnings #Windaria was a very fucked place #And Kaze did suffer from the curse of misfortune #[[drabble #[[Of My Blood You Alone ║ Golden Aura #[[Windaria - Land of the Winds #[[Shining like the Younger Moon ║ White Cloud #shiroi---kumo #[[ask response #[[Our Parting Gift was Hatred ║ Rushing Stream

[bakugoukatsuki-rising]

Ah, okay! Then, would it be okay for me to request KakeHai, with a prompt where one takes care of the other while they’re sick or possibly injured, maybe?

You got it!! 

Since we’ve seen Haiji sick already, I’m thinking I’ll do something with Kakeru helping him through his recovery after the Hakone Ekiden. 

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Despite Haiji telling him he was alright, the way tremors continued to wrack his frame and the realization that he was applying little to no pressure on his right leg told Kakeru otherwise. 

Having him hobble to the medical tent seemed too callus in this situation, and without thinking, Kakeru leaned himself down to scoop Haiji into what could only be considered the ‘princess hold’. 

Their teammates shared a reaction of surprise, not only for the sudden action but also over the fact that Kakeru could lift Haiji in the first place. It wasn’t that he didn’t seem strong to them, they just hadn’t seen him put much effort into anything that wasn’t running. 

Haiji, on the other hand, was completely caught off guard, but too weak to protest in the way he wanted to. Instead, his head tilted forward so the shadow of his hair could cover most of his face; which was beginning to glow bright red from embarrassment. 

“You guys can get ready to head back, I’ll take Haiji-san to the medical tent.” There were immediate snickers and jokes among the crew, but it was surprisingly Joji who spoke up as he began pushing at his teammates to get them moving. 

“Alright alright, we’ll see you two back at the hotel.” Even Jota was thrown off by his brother’s actions, but Joji was beginning to understand Kakeru’s words from earlier in the race, and he decided he’d do him this favor. 

Not waiting to see them go, Kakeru turned and made his way over to the medical tent with Haiji, whose head was still dropped. Softly, nearly a whisper, he spoke. 

“Thank you, Kakeru.” 

The gentle words made the younger of the two smile as he pushed aside the tent entrance and slipped inside, finding the nearest table to put Haiji down on. There were some volunteers in there that immediately approached, asking Haiji for any and all details pertaining to his injury, and Kakeru stepped to the side to allow the team to do their jobs. As the injury was a long time coming, the most they could do was give him some pain medicine and an ice pack before moving around the tent to help other runners. 

Kakeru moved to take a seat on a small stool next to the cot Haiji was sitting on, watching as he gently massaged the scarred flesh around his knee, holding the ice pack to the opposite side. The soft words Haiji spoke after a few silent moments caught Kakeru off guard. 

“You know Kakeru, I’m really grateful to you. I know I shoved myself into your life without caring about what you wanted, but I’m so...so grateful.” 

As he spoke Kakeru caught sight of the corners of his eyes, and how they glistened brightly in the dim lightly of the medical tent from the growing accumulation of tears. 

“I’m so glad I was able to run with you, even if it was for a short time.” The tears fell, streaking down Haiji’s cheeks as he turned his gaze to Kakeru, who was watching him intently. 

Kakeru reached slowly, almost hesitantly, before placing a tender hand over Haiji’s knee. He never looked away from the other’s saddened brown eyes, though. 

“This isn’t the end, Haiji-san. I’ll take it all from you, all of your pain and hurt, I’ll take it all and I’ll run. So don’t talk like this is over.” 

With the gentlest of pressure, Kakeru squeezed, reminding Haiji that he was there. He was right there, by his side, and he wasn’t going anywhere. No matter what path Haiji took after this, Kakeru would be there. He would support him and fight with him every step of the way. 

After all that’s what being in love meant, right? 

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I hurt myself writing this, and I wanna do more with it honestly, but this is all I could get out of me without destroying myself lmao

I really hope you enjoy it, anon! This is my very first writing for KakeHai, and I hope I did them justice. 

#drabble #writing #run with the wind #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kakehai #kakeru kurahara #kiyose haiji #run with the wind drabble #anon #replies #basketball idiot #basketball idiot replies #i really hope its okay #:( #:)

[glitch-writes]

Musa/Shindou drabble - Staircase Discoveries 

Inspired by @starlity​‘s art here 

It was a wonder, really, that there was any part of Shindou’s skin- that could be seen with his clothes on, of course- that Musa wasn’t intimately familiar with. How often he’d caught himself staring, subconsciously committing every little detail of Shindou’s face to his memory - the one strand of his eyebrow that was always intent on sticking down, the hint of dimples if he laughed a little harder, the tiniest, misaligned bend of the bridge of his nose if one looked close enough. And not just his face - the lines of his rough hands that Musa would trace with his fingertips, the freckle behind his ear that Musa would kiss ever so gently to elicit a content sigh, the shape of his collarbones that Musa would glimpse through the neck of his shirt when he rested his head on Shindou’s chest at night. 

So he could not help his surprised “Oh?” when he caught notice of something new.

He was standing by the stairs, Shindou ascending them beside him. 

“What is it, Musa?” Shindou asked, pausing his steps and tilting his head, his freshly washed hair swaying easily with the motion. 

“Here…” Musa placed one hand on the railing, and with the other, reached up - not by much, Shindou barely far enough up the steps but enough to bless Musa with the rare sight of Shindou above him - and pressed his fingertip to the small, faint mark under Shindou’s chin. “I never noticed, but you have a scar here.” 

“From falling out of a tree. I hit a branch on the way down.” 

“The more I hear about your childhood, the more I wonder how you made it out in one piece,” Musa hummed a laugh, moving his hand from the scar to instead tap the the tiny bend of Shindou’s nose - another souvenir from falling out of a tree. Musa made a mental note to keep an eye on Shindou if they ever found themselves in a forest, in case the childhood urge to conquer the treetops struck him again. 

“The more I tell you about it, the more I wonder that, too,” Shindou laughed as he stepped closer, resting one hand upon Musa’s and then the other on the rail. He took advantage of the artificial height, kissing Musa’s forehead softly before resting his own upon it. “Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight? I was telling my mother about your favorite Japanese movies, and she suggested a few you might like.” 

“I’d like that.” Musa tilted his head up, bringing his lips to Shindou’s. It was a nice change, he considered distractedly as he tasted Shindou’s content sigh, to be the one craning his neck up. To feel Shindou’s hair tickling his forehead, to have Shindou so easily wrap his arms over his shoulder as he dared to deepen the kiss a moment longer before anyone’s footsteps could interrupt them. The staircase was full of wonderful discoveries. He stole another chaste kiss before he pulled away. “I’ll get some tea ready.” 

“That sounds good. Thank you.” Shindou kissed his forehead again. “I’ll see you soon.”

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