#marvel cast x gn! reader

[saraakpotter]

y\n babysitting Loki and Thor for 4 mins

y\c\n=your character name. your the actress and fans made this. (this is a start for a series and its not always the same story)

y\n was tiered. she just came home from filming y\m\m\n (your marvel movie name) she played y\c\n. she was Loki and Thor s sister and also the goddess of life. she quickly changed to her comfy clothes and opened her phone while eating the food she had cooked before leaving. Tom (Hiddelston) had send her a video ''y\c\n babysitting Thor and Loki for 4 full mins''.

y\n laughed at the title before clicking on the video. the intro came in that included some pictures of marvel movies and the name of the video then it started. the first was for Thor Ragnarok, it was the scene were doctor strange was talking about were Odin was.

"so earth has wizards now?" Thor said

y\n rolled her eyes: "just tell us were our father is!"

then it was time for him to bring back Loki.

strange opened a portal to were Odin was standing and Thor was about to go in "wait!" y\n said before he can go in   "something wrong?" asked Thor

"what do you think?" she turned her look to strange "Loki?"

"oh yes!" he opened a portal in which Loki fell from.

"I HAVE BEEN FALLING, FOR 30 MINS!" Loki shouts angry then pulls out his daggers. he wants to go forward when y\n uses her magic to make the daggers disappear Loki look at her confused."nope! not now." she says before Loki looks at strange with a threatening look.

"ummm.....bye!" strange says before pushing them into the portal.

The next video starts. its for (y\m\m\n:1). y\n remembers Thor s line! it was something humiliating for Loki. exactly then Loki made an innocent look at y\c\n but then she said "no Loki, no you cant stab Thor. again!"

"oh come on! he deserves it!" he says annoyed

"NO!"

he rolls his eyes.

the next videos were also from y\m\m\n. in this scene y\c\n was going to shield to check some files while leaving Thor and Loki alone.

"ok so i will be leaving for 2 hours! in that paper is everything you should not do" you said putting your cote on

"this just says 'no' you sure its correct?" Thor asks confused

"yeah i just wanted to stop you from making any possible mess."

in the next one y\c\n was reading a shield file when Thor and Loki come to her

"y\c\n i was thinking......" Thor starts

"no" she says not looking up

" you did not even listened!" Loki says

"i have seen your planes before, i dont need to hear this one!"

"but...." Thor tries to continue

"no"

"y\c\n....." Loki retries

"NO!"

the next one was also in Ragnarok. it was when Y\C\N and Thor were ,meeting Valkery.

" you know i wanted to be a valkery when i was younger!" Thor starts " but then i got older and found out they were only women s and.....i mean no...not that i have problem with women i love them! sometimes to much i just....."

"Thor.....shut up!" y\c\n says rolling her eyes.

"ok"

the next one was in the first parts of the movie. Thor was yelling at Loki " how could you? i thought you were dead! we mourned for you!" then he turns to y\c\n "can you believe him?"

"yes of course! he never dies!" you rolled your eyes at Thor s confused face

the next one was for 'Loki s1':

"wait so there are other versions of my brothers?" y\c\n asked mobius

"yes there is!" he answered

" oh no.....to of them are bad enough!"

the last  two ones were for for y\m\m\n: 2

in this one Loki hurt himself trying to protect some important object and y\c\n was healing his wounds. when it finished, she looked up and he smiled at her but she slapped him and then hugged him.

the last video was Thor snapping at Loki for something he did and ended lit by looking at y\c\n.

" i agree with Thor, we trusted you! how could you?" she shouted at Loki but before he could answer she turned to Thor and slapped him twice in the face "and....im the only one who can shout or hurt any of you! got it?'' they both nodded confused.

" now we will continue this later. we are in the middle of the road!"

the video ended with a 'thanks for watching'

y\n could not stop laughing and it got worse when she saw Toms text: i still think i didnt deserved the slap.

#loki x y/n #gn reader #mcu #mcu cast #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #avengers x reader #thor x reader #yn x

[revasserium]

hello there !! I love reading your l&ds posts and I would like to request from prompt 1, stolen kisses + xavier please? thank you <3

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

49. stolen kisses

xavier; 1,009 words; fluff, gn!reader, no "y/n", xavier being cheeky

summary: a few stolen kisses

a/n: exactly what it says on the label; the lightest of spoilers for his veiled whispers card, but the literal lightest.

001

In the forest, on the edge of the battlefield, with the remnants of smoke still filling the air; he tastes of sweat and sweetness, reassurance and regret — you press your palm to his chest and push slightly, gasping for breath as he pulls away.

“X-Xavier?”

He hums, licking his lips, his eyes wide and warm as he grins, reaching up to touch his mouth experimentally, as if uncertain of what he’d just done.

“Sorry — I just… suddenly wanted to…”

You blush, leaning in for another soft peck, shaking your head.

“It’s okay… I don’t mind.”

You squeak as he tugs you towards him, an arm now tight around your waist.

“Good… because I actually think I quite like it.”

002

On your couch the night after it rains, and you’re not drunk anymore but there’s something so steady and solid in the way he presses his lips to yours that somehow, when he pulls away, you wonder if the world is still spinning. Or maybe it’s just the way he makes you feel, how he twists your stomach and tangles in your laughter — how he leans in to press his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“Feeling better?”

You nod, heat kissing up your spine as one of his hands drops to your waist to pull you closer.

“When I said you were being a little distant…” your words trail off as he lifts your chin with a finger, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to explain… I get it. And… I’ll do better,” he grins, leaning in again, pausing before his lips meet yours.

“Starting right now…” he says, and you can taste the promise, honey-sweet, right on the tip of his tongue.

003

On the pier, beneath the sparkling lights of the Linkon Tower, his lips warm against your cheek as he pulls you in. And by the time you turn to look at him with wide eyes, he’s turning back to the tower, pointing at the top.

“Isn’t it pretty?” he asks.

You smile, blushing as you lean up onto your tip toes and kiss his cheek as well.

“The prettiest,” you say, landing back on your feet.

He turns to face you again, something warm and unreadable in his eyes — they’re so blue, and up close, you start to realize that they’re a celestial phenomenon. They are the hearts and dreams of ancient stars, cast through the lens of a telescope pointed toward the deepest, darkest corners of space. They are endless in a way that only eyes can be. In them, you find galaxies; in them, you find yourself.

“Yeah… I think you are,” he says, unabashed as he bends down for a proper kiss, one that is less breath and more wanting, less search and more belonging. When he pulls back, you purse your lips and glance back at the tower.

“We missed the whole light show.”

Xavier shakes his head, “We got something better instead, didn’t we?”

004

When he finally comes home, bruises littering his torso like footprints in the snow. Your back pressed against the bedroom door, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“X-Xavier?”

“I was —” his eyes are dark, his chest heaving as he swallows and tears his eyes away. His voice is harsh when he finally catches his breath, “There was a moment when… I thought —” he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, his grip on you slackening.

You reach up to wrap your arms around you, murmuring in his ear.

“I’m here… it’s alright…”

His arms snake around you, wrapping you in a tight embrace as he takes a deep breath, and then another. Faintly, you marvel to yourself that you can feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, so much faster than its usual steady, almost terrifyingly slow rhythm. But now…

“I’m sorry… was I too harsh?” Xavier pulls back, his gaze softening as he looks you over.

You laugh, shaking your head, “No — and you’re the one who just got back from a difficult mission — c’mon, let me look at these injuries.”

You push him back onto the bed till he’s sitting, tugging open his shirt even as heat creeps up your cheeks. You try to focus on tending to his injuries, the smattering of cuts that lace his right arm, the dark bruise blossoming along his ribs. He holds still and quiet for most of it, but when you finish, he catches your hand as you try to reach for the first aid kit, spread open on the bed next to him.

Slowly, he tugs you up to press a kiss to the tender skin just inside of your wrist. Shivers skitter through you, setting your body ablaze with want as he looks down at you, kneeling before him. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, and then he’s pulling you forward again, falling back till you’re straddling his hips, his hair spread out beneath him like a halo of pure starlight.

“I’m fine,” he says, pressing your palm to his chest. And there, you can feel his heartbeat slowly steadying out to its usual rhythm. Ba-dump… ba-dump… ba-dump…

“I know,” you say, leaning forward to cage him in with your arms, one on either side of his face. He blinks up at you, his palms settling on your thighs as he traces abstract patterns into your skin.

“Good… then you don’t have to be so careful with me.”

“Was I?” you feel a thrill of desire tingle up your spine as he lets his hands wander up your legs to the hem of your nightshirt, “I didn’t notice.”

Xavier’s smile is sweet and indulgent as he pulls you down for another kiss, and then another —

“I notice everything you do… because I’ll always notice. Because… it’s you.”

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[yinses]

amaretto mirage

pairing: [modern]gn! reader x hantengu clones (sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi) wc: 10k+ rating: mature (for this part) a/n: the PLAN is two, maybe three parts. then possibly some accompanying drabbles if i haven't burned myself out

[also available to read on ao3] synopsis: you, a simple student, finds yourself caught in a sensual game between a quadruplet of brothers, leading you down a path of self-discovery and forbidden desires.

"oh, aizetsu, wait for me please," you call out as you hurry to catch up to your friend. the sun beats down relentlessly, casting harsh shadows across the pavement, and the air is thick with the scent of exhaust and the sound of honking cars. you can feel beads of sweat trickling down your back, and the weight of your backpack seems to increase with every step.

as you draw closer to aizetsu, you take a moment to study him. his tall, lean frame is relaxed and unhurried, and his sky-blue eyes twinkle with a serene kind of patience that you find both calming and exhilarating. you can't help but wonder how he manages to maintain such an air of composure in the midst of the chaos that surrounds you.

with a sigh, you turn your attention back to your own worries. the never-welcomed midterm finals loom ahead, and you feel a familiar sense of panic rising within you. despite being in your fourth and final year, you still feel woefully unprepared. your scattered notes are a testament to your haphazard studying habits, and you know you'll pay for it later with a headache.

as you walk alongside aizetsu, you reflect on the years of hard work and dedication that have brought you to this point. you've managed to maintain decent enough grades, but deep down, you know that the credit isn't fully yours. in recent months, you owed a large portion to the man beside you.

you first met aizetsu during your sophomore year, but looking back on your freshman year, you couldn't recall his face as easily. his presence had been shrouded by what you knew of his brother, urogi, the school's star basketball player.

it wasn't until someone mentioned the relation between the two that aizetsu finally showed up on your radar. but that's really where the likeness ended. it was true that physically they shared the same complexion and hair, but their eyes and personalities couldn't be more different.

you remember marveling at the biological mystery of how one brother could have eyes that mimicked the sun while the other had a pair that mirrored the ocean. it made mountains more sense than the floating superstitions of demonic energy that your classmates liked to loft around. and apparently, aizetsu had two other brothers who also had differing eye colors. they were all quadruplets.

so yeah, given that anomaly, you were okay with blaming biology. but what you knew of urogi was that he was boisterous and confident, a fitting temperament to balance out his presence on the court. aizetsu, on the other hand, was best described as the opposite, which would be quite fitting if they were only twins. he was not rude per se, but decidedly introverted, keeping to himself and maintaining a low tone. most noticeably, where urogi was always boasting a bright smile, aizetsu was more solemn.

"sorry, you said you didn't have anything planned after this, right? i won't hold you up, but i wanted to get you something for your help," you say, breaking the comfortable silence.

aizetsu's face remained inscrutable, his blue eyes calculating as he spoke. "we share similar classes. it is an equal exchange."

your heart fluttered in your chest at the sound of his voice. he was always so patient with you, despite the vast gap in your intellect. aizetsu was undoubtedly a genius, while you had to work tirelessly to keep up with the coursework. you knew he could manage on his own, but he chose to help you anyway.

gratitude and admiration swelled within you, only further cementing your desire to show him your appreciation. you weren't sure why he chose to befriend you, but you treasured his company nonetheless.

"it's nothing big," you said, attempting to downplay your intentions. your meager budget didn't afford much extravagance. "we can go to the cafe on campus. we don't have to sit down or anything. just grab something on the way."

your heart raced as you offered, hoping that he wouldn't see through your poorly veiled attempt to treat him. you couldn't help but feel nervous at the prospect of him rejecting your gesture or worse yet, interpreting it as something more than just gratitude.

aizetsu's gaze bore into you, and you held your breath in anticipation.

"alright, if you insist," he finally acquiesced.

relief washed over you as you smiled gratefully, thanking him for accepting your offer. you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with him. but you pushed those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the delicate balance of your friendship

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

as aizetsu made the decision to sit down and order rather than grab and go, you felt a wave of nervous energy course through your body. you tried to remain composed, reminding yourself that this wasn't a date but merely a gesture of gratitude. you were pleasantly surprised that he had even agreed to come in the first place.

despite having known each other for months, you still struggled to describe your relationship with aizetsu. you were more than acquaintances, but not quite friends. your interactions were confined to the classroom and the library, but the countless hours spent studying together had brought you closer than you thought possible.

as you sat across from aizetsu, you couldn't help but fidget in your seat. the atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, as if this small outing held more significance than either of you let on. you desperately hoped that this would be a step towards building a stronger friendship, one that could survive beyond graduation.

the cafe was cozy, with warm yellow lighting casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and chairs. the faint aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the chatter of other patrons. you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in this space, as if it were a sanctuary away from the stresses of academia.

as aizetsu ordered his drink, his eyes flicked over to you briefly before returning to the menu. you felt a flutter in your chest at the brief moment of eye contact, wondering if he was feeling the same sense of anticipation as you were.

as aizetsu's attention snaps back to you, you catch a glimpse of a camera flash and the click of a shutter from the corner of your eye. you shake your head, dismissing it as a trick of the light or your imagination. you turn your focus back to the conversation, discussing your tentative plans for the final semester and how you hope to broaden your knowledge in your major. aizetsu listens attentively, nodding and interjecting his own insights with ease.

suddenly, the serene ambiance of the cafe is shattered as a new figure emerges. when you look up, you find another version of aizetsu standing over the table. without even meeting him, you know this must be urogi, aizetsu's brother. his boisterous presence immediately fills the room, causing heads to turn and eyes to follow him. his eyes lock onto you, roving over you with unabashed interest before he snorts and pulls out a chair, sitting down uninvited.

aizetsu's brow furrows,"now is not the time, urogi. go away."

urogi simply crosses his arms, grinning as he refuses to budge. "nah, this is too good," he retorts, his eyes sparkling with mischief. the air around you suddenly becomes charged with a mix of curiosity and tension.

suddenly there is another click and flash, but this time much closer as urogi snaps a photo of your face. as the flash of the camera dies down, you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. you wonder if urogi's laughter is directed towards you, or if he's simply amused by his own antics. you force a smile, trying to play it cool, but it's clear that he's rattled you.

he sees your expression and laughs, “don’t worry, i’m not doing anything weird with it. just sending it to my brothers. it's not often little aizetsu goes out on a date.”

aizetsu's reply is sharp,"urogi that's rude. you can't just do what you want like that." the other brother only shrugs and by the time he sets down his phone the damage is done.

the atmosphere of the cafe suddenly feels oppressive, as if the walls are closing in on you. you're acutely aware of the other customers, their eyes darting towards your table before quickly averting their gaze. the low hum of conversation seems to have evaporated, leaving only the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

despite your discomfort, you can't help but also feel sorry for aizetsu. you never expect and act of gratitude would draw this much attention.

“it’s not a date, i just wanted to thank him for his help this semester."

urogi seems disinterested in your explanation as he taps against his phone. “yeah, aizetsu isn’t going to let just anyone sit him down for a meal.” he says it so absently but with a tone of finality that furrows your brow. 

you don't want aizetsu to get the wrong idea, or for anyone else to think that you're trying to pursue something more than friendship. but urogi seems uninterested in your explanation, preoccupied with his phone.

the firmnesss in his tone when he speaks of aizetsu only makes you more curious about the reserved genius. as the tension thickens between the brothers, you feel like an outsider looking in.

the atmosphere in the cafe shifts, the ambient noise fading into the background as the two siblings stare each other down. aizetsu's eyes are narrowed with determination, and you can sense that he's not going to back down. his brother, on the other hand, looks almost amused as he crosses his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, unsure of how to proceed. you glance between the two of them, searching for a way to ease the tension. aizetsu's voice breaks the silence, clear and firm. "they're not a crush, urogi. they're a friend. this was meant to be a treat for our study efforts, and you're ruining it."

urogi's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his grin faltering slightly. "oh? just a friend?" he says, sounding almost disappointed. "well, that's a shame. i was hoping for some juicy gossip to share with the team."

you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at the implication, and you wonder how aizetsu is taking all of this. he seems unperturbed, however, his expression remaining resolute. "you're not getting anything, urogi. ."

there's a moment of tense silence before urogi finally relents, settling back into his chair with a sigh. "fine, fine. i'll behave. but you owe me one, little brother."

the tension in the air begins to dissipate, and you let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. the cafe noise returns to the foreground, and you take a sip of your drink to calm your nerves. you can't help but wonder how many other hidden tensions are lurking beneath the surface of aizetsu's life.

as the silence drags on, you begin to feel restless. you shift in your seat, trying to find a way to diffuse the tension. your eyes dart back and forth between the two brothers, unsure of what to say. finally, you clear your throat, hoping to break the stalemate.

"aizetsu doesn't get the chance to talk about his family often. i distract him too much with my countless questions on material," you say, hoping to shift the conversation to a more positive note. 

your laugh however, cuts off uneasily as those golden eyes settle on you. a tug of something you cant describe pulls at his lips,”a distraction, i’m sure.” he studies you a moment longer, before reaching for the discarded menu. “well, let’s hear all about the person who has kept our brother occupied.”

aizetsu's focused gaze doesn't leave his brother, but you can sense the odd taste at the mention of his family. despite spending countless hours studying with him, you know little about his personal life. you wonder what secrets he keeps hidden behind those deep, contemplative eyes.

your attempt at lightening the mood with a joke falls flat, and you can feel the weight of the awkward silence settle over the table. your gaze falls to the table, the scratched surface now a blur beneath your fingertips as you twist them together nervously.

aizetsu's sudden attention startles you, and you raise your head to meet his gaze. the way his lips tug at the corners sends an unfamiliar jolt of something through you, but you can't put a name to it. his intense stare feels like a physical touch, sending shivers down your spine.

as he picks up his cup, you realize you've been staring too long. quickly, you avert your gaze, taking refuge in your own drink as if it can provide a shield from his penetrating gaze. aizetsu's calm tone breaks the silence, drawing your attention back to the conversation.

“given you don’t take your studies seriously, i’m not left with many options, urogi.”

urogi hums,”true. but that’s never stopped you before.”

your mind races to come up with a suitable response, but you find yourself at a loss for words. you clear your throat, hoping to regain some composure. "well, there's not much to tell. we're just friends, after all." the words sound weak even to your own ears, but they're the only ones that come to mind.

urogi snorts, leaning back in his chair. "just friends, huh? you're blushing like a bride, you know." his words are teasing, but you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. 

the intended outing for two has evolved into something you're not entirely sure how to describe. eventually, your waiter returns to take urogi’s order, not hiding their surprise well. but urogi is more attentive to you as he quizzes you on your hometown, studies, and interests.

"so, where are you from originally?" urogi asks, leaning forward in his seat.

"i'm from a small town south of here," you reply, feeling a little uneasy under his intense gaze.

"a small town, huh? what made you want to come to this big city for school?"

"i wanted to experience something new and different," you say with a shrug.

"i can respect that," urogi says with a nod. "what's your major?"

you share without pause. 

"sounds cool. what kind of career are you hoping to have with that degree?" urogi asks, leaning back in his seat.

"i'm not really sure yet. i'm still exploring my options," you say with a smile.

meanwhile, aizetsu watches the two of you with a furrowed brow, clearly not thrilled with his brother's line of questioning. finally, he speaks up.

"urogi, can you stop talking so much for once? we came here to relax," he says pointedly.

urogi rolls his eyes but acquiesces. "fine, fine. but i have to ask. how about basketball? you're a big fan of the games right?"

aizetsu signs, but you can feel the mood finally settling to a comfortable point that you can lean into. 

and so the conversation shifts to a more neutral topic, and you're able to relax a bit and enjoy your coffee that has run lukewarm now. but in the back of your mind, you can't help but wonder what urogi's true intentions are and why he's so interested in you.

as the bizzare occassion winds down, you can't help but feel a sense of surreality as the situation has evolved into something you never imagined. you would have never expected approaching the kid in the back of the lecture room would lead to this.  

“i should get going, my shift starts soon.”

urogi whistles,” a worker and a student. busy, busy.”

as you reach for the check, your hand is halted by urogi's quick reflexes. he snatches it away with a playful grin, teasing his brother, "aizetsu, making our them pay? that's not very hospitable of you."

aizetsu simply shrugs, his expression unreadable. "i didn't want to insist and make them feel uncomfortable. they wanted to treat me, after all."

urogi's playful demeanor dissipates, and he studies his brother for a moment before suddenly slamming his own card on the table. "consider it my treat, then. you can owe me one, aizetsu."

the gesture catches you off guard, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks. you're not used to this kind of generosity, and it makes you feel both grateful and uneasy at the same time. 

as the waiter takes the bill and disappears, you let out a small sigh of relief. the cafe, though delicious, has been a rollercoaster of emotions. urogi, the more talkative of the two, had bombarded you with questions, leaving you feeling dizzy and unsteady. aizetsu, on the other hand, had remained quiet for the most part, his blue eyes observing your every move.

as urogi scribbles a generous tip onto the bill and rises to his feet, you can't help but feel a little relieved that the intense scrutiny is over. he chats easily as he turns to his brother, his voice ringing with a certain cheerfulness that makes you wonder what kind of relationship they have.

"it was nice to meet you. i'm sure we'll be seeing each other again." urogi waves his phone in the air, the light catching the screen and casting a blue glow across his face. "sekido wants to see us. i staved him off for long enough, but we both don't want him calling."

his gaze flickers briefly to his brother, before settling back onto you. "sekido is technically the 'oldest'. a bit rougher than the rest, but," he pauses, his lips tugging up into a small smile. "i'm sure you'll get along just fine."

urogi throws an arm over aizetsu's shoulder, guiding him away as they make their exit. you watch them go, feeling more confused than when you first walked into the restaurant. what kind of family were they, to be so open and yet so guarded? you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts, as you gather your belongings and head out.

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

as the day waned, you hurriedly packed your bag and left campus feeling the piercing gaze of the curious onlookers behind you. the sky outside was a blend of oranges and pinks, the sun bidding a warm farewell to the day. you knew you had only a short window of time to change and make it to your night shift at the corner convenience store in your neighborhood.

at night, the store was a hub of activity, bustling with customers seeking to grab a quick snack or last-minute essentials. it was a simple job, but one that kept you afloat, paying your bills and rent. the store was always expecting customers, but not always with the most pleasant of crowds. the sound of shattering glass echoed through the aisles, causing you to wince from the front.

“oi, you’ll be paying for that, dumbass. i told you to watch where you’re going,” growled a gruff voice.

“i ain’t paying for shit,” retorted another voice, filled with equal parts anger and defiance.

you listened nervously as the argument escalated, hoping it would end before you became an issue beyond simple damages. as the two men continued to bicker, you couldn't help but wonder how your life became this - a constant struggle to make ends meet, dealing with difficult people and their petty squabbles. the thought made you feel a little weary, but you squared your shoulders and braced yourself.

the job itself wasn't glamorous, but it was a means to an end. you were grateful for the reliable income that helped manage your rent and groceries. the store owner even threw in a decent discount on some of the items, which came in handy during tight months. and being situated so close to home, you didn't have to worry about losing precious time commuting.

eventually, the two men made their way to the front, both jostling to get to the counter first. you waited patiently as they bickered and pointed fingers, each refusing to take responsibility for the shattered case of beer.

“oi, this bastard shattered a case of beer.”

“that wasn't me it was you.”

“as if.”

“well i ain't paying for it,” came the final reply with a sharp glaze your way.

you knew it was only a matter of time before the blame would fall on you, but you had grown accustomed to these petty disputes. with a smile, you offered to take care of it, hoping to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

the men, still grumbling but appeased for the moment, took their leave and headed for the door. you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they didn't try to engage with you further. you retreated to the backroom to gather the necessary cleaning supplies, mentally preparing yourself for the next unexpected hurdle.

it was an inconvenience, but at least this one made sense.

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

the air is thick with the buzz of students rushing to and from their final exams. your own mind is a jumble of information, formulas, and theories that you've tried to cram into your brain in just a few short days. the relief of completing one of the exams is quickly replaced with a sense of exhaustion and the anticipation of the next one. you're stumbling down the hallway when you suddenly collide with someone.

hands steady you, preventing you from falling to the ground, and a familiar voice rings out with laughter.

it's urogi.

you can't help but feel a little surprised to run into him again, especially during such a hectic week. the finals schedule has thrown off your usual routine, making it difficult to anticipate who you might see on campus.

despite the chaos of the week, urogi rather collected. his eyes sparkle mischievously as he greets you, as if he knows something you don't. it's clear that he's not here by coincidence. you wonder if he's been keeping tabs on your schedule, or if he's simply a master of appearing when you least expect it.

you open your mouth to apologize for the collision, but urogi beats you to it. "well, well, well. look who it is! i thought i recognized your backside from a mile away," he jokes, playfully teasing you. 

you take a moment to look around and notice that the hallway is filled with students bustling to and fro. the fluorescent lights overhead cast an unnatural glow on everything. the air is heavy with the scent of stale coffee and sweat, a testament to the long hours spent cramming for exams.

in the midst of the chaos, urogi stands out like a beacon of calm. his hair is windswept and his clothing is slightly disheveled, but it only adds to his charm. his eyes dance as he talks, and you find yourself drawn into his infectious energy.

"finished with your exams?" he asks, his curiosity palpable. your last exam of today was one of the later ones, but fortunately, you've managed to escape the night classes this year. you don't know if you could survive that again. still unsure why urogi is talking to you, you respond politely. "yes, one more tomorrow, and i'm done."

urogi nods along. "right, right." as bodies move around you both, you can't help but notice the stares and whispers floating around. this is not the kind of additional stress you needed. you're already exhausted from studying and taking exams, and now you have to deal with gossip and speculation?

"well, i should get going. good luck with the rest of the week." urogi's gaze widens at your abruptness, and he reaches out to stop you. "hold on, i actually came to ask you something."

you can feel your heart rate increasing as you turn to face him. what could he possibly want?

“the thing is,” urogi begins, his voice low and conspiratorial. “i'm hosting an end of semester party tomorrow night. it'll be a chance for everyone to unwind and forget about their worries. you should come.”

you immediately go to decline, you barely know urogi but you know of the crowd he attracts. that definitely would not be your scene trapped in a house with all of them. “thanks for the offer but—”

urogi cuts you off, “it’d be really great if you came. aizetsu needs the break too and he’s more inclined to come if you do. “

he seems to sense your hesitation and reaches out to squeeze your shoulder. it's a show of camaraderie that surprises you. you didn't realize the two of you shared that kind of relationship.

“you still owe aizetsu a treat, right? you can use this as one,” he says with a wink.

you frown at his words, feeling as though you're being manipulated. you cant help but frown at that, “that feels more like a treat from you. which would make it twice youve done that.”

urogi shrugs as he pulls away,” really? i dont see it that way.” he waves of his shoulder as he departs, not giving you room to argue.

“catch up with aizetsu and coordinate. see you tomorrow,” he calls over his shoulder.

as you watch him disappear into the crowd, you're left wondering how quickly this semester has changed.

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

the final exam had come to a close and the air in the classroom was charged with a palpable sense of relief and accomplishment. as the instructor wrapped up the semester with final words of praise and congratulations, you couldn't help but feel your spirits lift with each passing moment.

you were finally done.

as the rest of the class began to shuffle out of the door, your eyes drifted to aizetsu. despite trying not to think much of it, urogi's offer returned ahain. now, without the excuse of exams, it was harder to bat away.

making up your mind, you rushed to catch up with aizetsu as he made his way out of the classroom.

"aizetsu, hey!" you call out, your heart racing as you catch up to him. he turns at the sound of your voice, and you feel a jolt of something electric as his cool blue eyes meet yours. 

"did you feel confident about that? you should, after all the effort i put into quizzing you," aizetsu says, his voice low and smooth. you shake your head, trying to refocus your scattered thoughts.

"yeah, actually. thank you. i used your revision guide last night too." you reply, feeling grateful for his help during the exam preparation.

aizetsu nods. "good, you've earned the break." you notice something lighter in his posture today, something more friendly. "do you have work tonight?" he asks.

his question reminds you that you have something else to ask him. "no, actually, i wanted to see if you were planning to go to urogi's party."you say, your voice laced with a touch of hesitation. aizetsu raises an eyebrow, his expression quizzical.

"urogi's party?" he repeats. 

it feels odd to ask, given that they're brothers. but you feel as though you were right in assuming that aizetsu had no interest. as if to mirror your thoughts, he frowns. "no, i never really go. i didn't think it would be something you enjoyed either."

well, it seems you both have a pretty good scope of each other. a gesture that fills you with unexpected warmth. it gives you the courage to push further. "normally no, but i thought it could be fun?" you offer with a shrug. "and i still owe you a treat. let me buy you a drink?"

aizetsu is quiet as he considers you. it's almost as if he sees through you and can imagine the echoed conversation from between his brother and you yesterday. the scrutiny makes you nervous. but just as you go to take back your offer, he sighs with a shrug. "if that's what you want."

"yeah, i think it will be fun," you grin, more t ease with his acceptance.

"alright."

it appears that he wants to say something else but leaves it at that. you watch him go, feeling both relieved and anxious at the same time.

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

as the evening draws closer, you can feel your anticipation building up. the last day of exams has left you feeling exhilarated, and you can't wait to let loose a little at urogi's party. but before you head out, you decide to put a little extra effort into your attire. you rummage through your closet, picking out an outfit that is both stylish and comfortable.

as you slip into your clothes, you can't help but wonder why you're putting in so much effort. after all, it's just a party, and you'll be surrounded by a bunch of drunken college students. but a part of you knows that you're doing it for yourself, to feel good and confident. and maybe, just maybe, you're hoping that aizetsu will notice too.

the memory of your conversation with aizetsu earlier in the day lingers in your mind. you can't shake off the feeling that something has changed between you two. the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you - it all felt different somehow.

as you step off the bus, the bustling city surrounds you like a cloak. you take a deep breath, feeling the energy of the crowd electrify your senses. the sound of car horns and chatter mix together in a chaotic symphony, and the neon lights of the city create a vivid display of color.

but as you walk towards the address, you begin to realize that something is off. this is not the typical college housing area where you expected urogi's party to be held. instead, the street is lined with bars and clubs, their neon signs lighting up the night sky.

as you approach the establishment linked to the address, you notice a line of your classmates snaking along the sidewalk. it seems that urogi has chosen a more unconventional venue for his mid-semester bash. you can hear the muffled thump of the bass from inside the bar, and the scent of alcohol and sweat wafts towards you on the breeze.

for a moment, you hesitate. this is not your usual scene, and you feel out of place. 

as you approach the entrance, you notice a burly man, who must be the bouncer, engaged in a heated discussion with a student and another man who looks vaguely familiar.

the man’s furrowed brow gives him a perpetually annoyed expression, but you can't help but notice the resemblance between him and aizetsu and urogi. it's almost too obvious for you to believe that he's anything other than the third brother.

that leaves one left.

"there should have been a limit on the patrons," the man grumbles as he stares down at the line of students with a look of distain. "my brother knows the capacity and we're well past it."

"but i was invited," the girl protests, but neither even acknowledges her.

"they're welcome to wait until someone leaves, but i won't have regulators at my door over some college students," he says, turning to leave.

you scan the long line of people waiting outside the venue and a sense of disappointment settles over you. it looks like a never-ending queue, and you can't help but think that no one will be leaving the party anytime soon. the ingress and egress would surely be a nightmare for those at the back of the line, which includes you.

despite feeling a bit disheartened, you had made an effort to dress up for the occasion. you don't know why, but you had a feeling that tonight was special. maybe it was because aizetsu was coming, and you wanted to look your best for him. you hope that he will notice your extra effort, but you're not entirely sure if he will.

you pull out your phone to let him know about the situation. 

the least you could do was inform him that you tried. you uncover your phone and send a text

hey, the place is too packed for more entry. i’m going to head home. sorry for convincing you to come :(

his reply comes quicker than you expect.

are you still here?

a few blocks down? about to catch the bus soon.

the text is sent, and you wait for a reply. as you stand at the bus stop, you see the headlights of the approaching transport. but just then, a voice startles you.

“hey, why are you going home? did you not want to come?”

it's aizetsu, and you're surprised to see him standing there. he's dressed more casually than you, in a light shirt and jeans. you quickly explain the situation with the bouncer and the overcrowding.

“but you wanted to come?” he asks, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.

“i mean, i guess. i got dolled up for it,” you reply, turning a bit to show off your outfit.

aizetsu gives you a quick once-over, and you feel a rush of warmth at the attention.

“then don't let it go to waste. let's go."

you're hesitant at first, but his encouragement pushes you forward. you feel a bit anxious about the overcrowding, but you're also thrilled to be going to the party with aizetsu.

aizetsu's determination to get into the club was unyielding and he led you back under the bright lights illuminating the entrance. despite the short amount of time that had passed, the line had remained steadfast, with the same resolute girl still standing at the front. aizetsu, however, was not deterred as he pulled you to the front of the line. the bouncer regarded you both with a cool stare.

“capacity limit,” he stated firmly.

“they were invited by both myself and urogi. kick someone else out if you want, kyogai, it won't make me sad,” aizetsu replied confidently.

kyogai seemed to consider the proposition for a moment, but ultimately gave in as aizetsu pulled you through the entrance. the waiting students erupted in protest, but their complaints were muffled as the sound of the music inside grew louder.

stepping into the club, you were struck by its beauty. the colors, lights, and sounds all melded together to create an atmosphere unlike any you had experienced before. the room was alive with energy and excitement, and you couldn't help but feel swept up in the moment.

the decor was impeccable, with plush velvet seating and shimmering crystal chandeliers hanging overhead. the bar was lined with a vast array of drinks, and the bartenders were busy mixing and shaking cocktails. the dance floor was a sea of bodies, pulsing with the beat of the music.

“this is beautiful,” you breathed, marveling at the sight before you.

“karaku designed it. he would appreciate the compliment,” aizetsu said and you realized that must be last of his brothers.

indirectly, that meant you were now aware of four of them. your mind raced with questions, but for now, you were content to lose yourself in the magic of the night.

as aizetsu leads you to the bar, you take in the lively atmosphere around you. the music pulsates through your body, vibrating every fiber of your being, and the colorful lights cast playful shadows on the walls. the decor is sleek and modern, with a futuristic vibe that seems to transport you to another dimension. it's a far cry from the usual places you frequent, but you find yourself enjoying the change of pace.

as you lean against the bar, taking in the scene, you feel a sudden tug on your shoulder. urogi stands before you, a wide smile on his face. his presence is commanding, and you can't help but feel drawn to him. his eyes roam over you, and you sense that he's impressed by your appearance.

"where have you been?" he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "fashionably late, i see." urogi dressed for the occasion, comfortable in a nice button up and slacks.

you smile in response, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "i wanted to make an entrance," you say playfully. "and i'm glad i did. this place is amazing."

urogi remains close and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. he turns to the bar and raps his knuckles against the counter, “oi, karaku. you just going to just stand behind the bar oe do work?”

you watch as a handsome man with emerald eyes approaches them, his lips pulled in a tight frown.

it's clear that this man is urogi's brother, and you can see the family resemblance in their sharp features and confident demeanor.

his lips pull in a taut frown as he regards urogi, “i’m meant to manage the staff. since you decided to invite the entire campus.”

karaku's gaze shifts to you and you feel a flutter in your chest. he's just as attractive as his brothers and his eyes seem to penetrate your soul. you can't help but feel a little intimidated by him, but also curious.

“hey, its good business, right?”

“you don't know the first thing about running a business.”

“at least i go to school to learn.”

“And someone how come out dumber.”

“oi—”

as the brothers continue to bicker, you can't help but feel a sense of fascination with this family. they're unlike anyone you've ever met.

as karaku's piercing gaze meets yours again, your heart quickens, and you feel a flush spread across your face. "you're aizetsu's friend," he states matter-of-factly, his voice low and smooth.

you blink, momentarily stunned, before realizing that you've lost sight of aizetsu in the exchange. you glance over your shoulder and see him still leaning against the bar, a picture of nonchalance.

"yeah, that's right," you reply, extending a hand in greeting. to your surprise, karaku accepts the gesture.

"well, what will it be then?" he asks, his tone businesslike.

"oh, i thought you were just managing," you say, trying to keep up with the conversation.

"i am," he replies, his eyes flitting to the busy staff behind the bar. "but since my staff is busy because of him, now i have to step in. your choice?"

you quickly order a simple drink, but karaku frowns at your request. "do you take recommendations?" he asks.

"um, sure," you say, feeling a bit out of your depth.

karaku turns and reaches for a bottle, his hands moving with fluid grace. you watch in awe as he expertly mixes the ingredients, turning a plain liquor into a colorful and vibrant concoction that perfectly matches the atmosphere of the club.

he sets the drink in front of you, and you take a hesitant sip. the taste explodes on your tongue, and you can hardly believe how delicious it is. you take another sip, relishing the complex flavors that dance across your taste buds.

"this is great, thank you," you say, smiling up at karaku.

the corners of his mouth lift in a small grin. "glad you like it."

you fumble for your wallet, but karaku turns away before you can offer to pay. "sorry, i have to go manage my brother's itinerary," he says, his voice fading as he disappears into the crowd.

you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see urogi at the retreating figure. "hey, you're welcome for the tips, asshole," he says, nudging you playfully.

you laugh, feeling lightheaded from the drink and the atmosphere of the club. it certainly wasn't your typical scene, but you were glad you came.

he gestures to your hand, and you realize that you're still holding your wallet. "you can put that away," he says, "we got you covered. you're a guest."

you feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of being treated, but you realize that it's too late to back out now. aizetsu seems to sense your hesitation, and he steps in to reassure you. "you can get the next one," he says with a smile. "you still owe me a treat, right?"

you nod, feeling grateful for the generosity. it's not often that you get to experience something like this, and you want to make the most of it. you take a deep breath and let the atmosphere of the club wash over you. you can feel your body relaxing, your mind clearing. this is exactly what you needed.

"great," you say, a smile spreading across your face. "now let's really get partying."

in response, urogi grins and you feel yourself being tugged away.

⚘. ⚘. ⚘.

urogi's hands on your waist felt both warm and secure, guiding you along with the rhythm of the music. the dance floor was alive with movement, bodies swaying and pulsing to the beat. you caught glimpses of colorful lights flashing overhead, illuminating the club in a vibrant glow.

aizetsu was still nearby, but his serene demeanor made it clear he wasn't there to party in the same as the others. when you had tried to get him to join, he waved you off, telling you to have fun. you wondered what was weighing on his mind, but decided to let it be for the night. this was a chance to let loose and have some fun, after all.

urogi's voice broke through your thoughts, drawing your attention back to him. "you know, aizetsu's not one to hang out with anyone. he must think highly of you."

you felt a flutter in your chest at the thought. aizetsu was someone you admired greatly, and to know he valued your company was a special feeling.

urogi continued to lead you in the dance, his movements smooth and practiced. "and karaku doesn't just give out recommendations to anyone either. he's a bit of a stickler for quality."

you laughed at the thought of karaku being a hard-to-please critic. it was clear he took pride in his craft, and his passion showed in the drinks he served.

“that just leaves sekido.” urogi’s grip tights as he pulls you to his front. “but I think your luck will carry you through.”

as the night wore on, you felt yourself letting go of any worries or stresses. the music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the company was good. you were grateful for this moment of pure enjoyment, surrounded by friends old and new.

as you dance with urogi, you become lost in the rhythm of the music and the swirling colors of the lights. your movements flow effortlessly with his as he pulls you closer, his hands finding the curve of your waist.

you glance over at aizetsu, but he seems lost in his own world, his expression solemn and unreadable as he relaxes by the bar. when he catches your gaze, he raises a drink with an equally raised brow. 

as you try to slip away from urogi's grasp, you find yourself lost in the surreal atmosphere of the party. the thumping bass of the music seems to pulse through your veins as the neon lights cast a hypnotic spell over the crowd. the scent of sweat and perfume mingles in the air, creating a heady aroma that makes you feel intoxicated.

urogi's hold on your wrist is loose, but his chin rests heavily on your shoulder. you feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. you glance over at aizetsu, who seems to be lost in thought as he sips his drink at the bar. you can't help but feel guilty for abandoning him, especially since he came here with you.

you pull against urogi's grip once more, and he reluctantly lets you go.

“you think it matters but it doesn’t. we’re different but we all appreciate the same thing. try not to think so hard about it.”

his words are cryptic, and you can't help but wonder what he meant by 'we'. who was he referring to? the other party-goers? you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts, but they remain jumbled and confused.

“urogi what—”

“urogi! finally, i’ve been stuck outside this whole time. why didn’t you come get me?”

just then, a whiny voice interrupts your musings. it's the girl from outside, and she seems to have managed to sneak in somehow. urogi greets her with a forced smile, but his grip on your wrist tightens once again. you can feel the tension in his body, and it makes you uneasy.

the girl's eyes flicker over to your joined hands, and you can see the jealousy simmering in her gaze. 

“who is this? didn't they come in with aizetsu?”

you're not sure how much more of this you can take, and you make another attempt to leave. but urogi pulls you even closer, his grip almost suffocating.

"sorry, we need a break," he says, and you can hear the irritation in his voice. you can feel your patience wearing thin as you try to extract yourself from his embrace, but he refuses to let go.

while you definitely agree with the statement, you weren't expecting to be pulled in the opposite direction of the bar. you can feel the tension in his muscles as he leads you towards a quieter corner of the club. the swaying throngs of people blur as you're led towards the next level of the club.

as you pass a red rope barrier, you realize it's a reserved section. the area is dimly lit, but you can make out a few plush couches and armchairs arranged around small tables. the air here smells different too, more luxurious and fragrant. not once does anyone move to stop you both. it's clear now that the club is not only managed by karaku, but also held some sort of ownership. 

you can't help but feel a sense of relief at the brief reprieve from the intensity of the party. you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the cool air against your flushed skin.

urogi's gaze meets yours and you can see a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "i'm sorry about that," he says, his voice softening. "i wanted you to enjoy yourself, not feel overwhelmed."

you feel a pang of guilt at his words, realizing that you are indeed a stranger to all of this. but there's something about urogi's easy charm that puts you at ease.

“c’mon, i promised you a break.”

as urogi guides you into the room, the pulsing music fades away and the sounds of hushed voices and clinking glasses fill your ears. the dim lighting casts a warm glow on the faces of the people lounging around the room. your eyes immediately find aizetsu, who is leaning back against the couch, his drink held loosely in his hand. he must have slipped through the crowd at some point during the brief confrontation. 

“so they managed to get in.”

the voice is deep and smooth.this must be the final one, sekido. his presence commanded attention even from afar. as you approach him, you finally realize the last detail about him that you couldn't place before: his eyes are a piercing shade of vermillion, drawing you in with their intensity. he seems to have grown broader since you last saw him, his arms comfortably stretched over the back of the couch.

“hey, you saw them and didn't let them through? you ass.”

you glance up at urogi, who lets out a sigh as he leads you to the couch and positions you between himself and sekido. you can't help but wish that you were seated between him and aizetsu instead, but you push the thought aside. other than the initial comment, no one made you feel unwelcome.

"they weren't invited by me. apparently, you can thank aizetsu for doing it for you," sekido continues, a smirk playing on his lips.

urogi rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him, his arm draped around your shoulders. "i can't believe you saw them all dolled up like this and didn't intervene on your own. i wouldn't have been able to resist."

sekido lets out a snort and reaches for his own short glass, taking a sip. "i hardly saw them. and i'm not you."

urogi's arm around you is both comforting and possessive, as if he's claiming you as his own. you're acutely aware of his body heat, the subtle movements of his muscles as he shifts to get more comfortable.

aizetsu, on the other hand, exudes an air of calm, his posture relaxed as he sips his drink. his eyes meet yours briefly and you detect a hint of amusement in his gaze.

sekido, with his broad shoulders and easy confidence, seems like the type of person functions as the foundation of the group. he lounges back against the couch with the careless grace of a panther, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. you can't help but feel a little intimidated by him, even though you know he means no harm.

you can feel the tension between the three of them, but you're too stimulated to fully comprehend it. you look around the room, searching for a distraction. "where is karaku?" you finally ask, trying to change the subject.

the man in question enters the room with a flourish, as if summoned, balancing bottles and glasses with practiced ease. you marvel at his skill, wondering how he manages to keep everything from spilling. the scent of rice wine fills the air as he sets the glasses down.

he apologizes for the plainness of the glass, but you don't mind at all. you're just grateful for the hospitality. urogi grumbles about karaku never wanting to meet his friends and you get the sense that there's a deeper tension between the two brothers.

you take a sip of the rice wine, savoring the complex flavors as they dance across your tongue. it's smooth and slightly sweet, with a subtle aftertaste that lingers in your mouth. 

“so what about you caught our brother’s interest?”

sekido's sharp gaze bores into you, and you feel yourself squirming uncomfortably under his scrutiny. his eyes seemed to be searching for something, but you couldn't decipher what.

you realize that befriending aizetsu had been quite an accomplishment. but you already partially knew that. the man was not one to socialize much, and you had to muster all your courage to approach him. you had always been anxious about approaching people, even those related to your studies, but something about aizetsu drew you to him.

as you recall the memories of your initial interactions with him, you can't help but smile. aizetsu wasn't the most talkative person, but over the months, he had opened up to you in ways you never expected. you liked being around him because it made him look less alone, but it was more than that. it was a two-way agreement, and he welcomed your presence, going as far as to save your seat when you became a regular.

"i just wanted to be his friend," you finally say, and that was the truth of it.

karaku's voice interrupts the silence that follows. "how cute."

you take another sip of your sake, trying to fill the void created by the unsaid words that were lingering in the air. the brothers around you slide into their own conversations, and you take a moment to observe your surroundings.

the room is dimly lit, casting an warm glow on the faces around you. the air is thick with the scent of sake and the gentle hum of conversation surrounds you like a warm embrace. you feel oddly secure, despite being surrounded by people you barely know.

around you, the air hums with the sound of the brothers' voices, blending together in a cacophony of chatter. it's both exhilarating and terrifying to be in the midst of such men, all of whom exude an aura of authority that's impossible to ignore. you glance down at the floor, where a pattern of intricate symbols is etched into the wooden planks. it's a reminder that you're sitting in their territory, and that fact isn't lost on you.

you're brought back to the present when you notice that your cup has been refilled, courtesy of karaku. the gesture is both generous and intimidating, as if he's reminding you of your place at the table. you take a sip of the drink, letting the liquid wash over your tongue and down your throat.

as you drink, urogi's arm slips back around your shoulders. his touch is surprisingly cool against the warmth of your skin, and you can't help but lean into it, relishing the sensation. you're not sure if it's the alcohol or the company, but you're starting to feel a little lightheaded.

urogi breaks the silence with a teasing question. "so, i want to hear more juicy details of why you like aizetsu. surely, i'm cuter."

you laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. "aren't you all quadruplets? you all look the same."

urogi pouts, his lips twisting into a playful grimace. "oh, so you agree i'm attractive. but that also implies you don't see a difference between us. surely you can appreciate the polarity."

you squint, taking a closer look at urogi. out of all the brothers, he has the most boyish looks. "hmm, let me think," you say, pretending to deliberate. "i guess you do have a more youthful appearance, like aizetsu."

urogi grins mischievously. "oh, still too vague. let me give you something to compare." and with that, he leans forward and kisses you.

the sensation is both shocking and exhilarating. you're not sure what to do at first, but then you start to respond, letting yourself be swept up in the moment. urogi's lips are soft against yours, and his tongue teases yours playfully before he pulls away, leaving you breathless and flushed.

“so?”

for a moment, the air is heavy with the weight of what just happened. your dazed from the action, words thick on your tongue before you can finally manage,” i’ve … never kissed aizetsu.”

urogi’s gaze goes comically wide,” what? but you guys had such a nice date set up before.”

as urogi's words sink in, your mind races to catch up. you had never considered the possibility that your friendship with aizetsu could be interpreted as something open. the memory of your planned outing together suddenly feels like it's been cast in a new light, and you wonder if maybe you had been sending mixed signals all along.

“it wasn't a date… we were…” where were your words? 

but before you can even begin to sort through your thoughts, urogi's warm breath tickles your ear, and his words pull you back to the present. "were?" he asks, his voice teasing.

your heart flutters in your chest, and you feel a blush rising to your cheeks.

no, not were to imply something had changed.

because nothing had changed. you are—

you open your mouth to speak, but before you can find the words, karaku's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

"urogi, stop. you're confusing her."

you look up to see aizetsu seated across from you, his expression inscrutable. you can't tell if he's angry or hurt, but the tension in the air is palpable.

for a moment, you feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions, unsure of which way to swim. you don't know what to say, or even if there's anything you can say to make things right.

as the silence stretches on, you become acutely aware of the atmosphere in the room. the low murmur of conversation from the other patrons of the bar seems to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of your own breathing ringing in your ears.

urogi pouts, “i just asked them a question.”

urogi's pout only adds to the surreal atmosphere, as if his expression alone were enough to challenge the laws of physics. aizetsu doesnt relent, “but you didn’t give them a fair sample to compare. you rushed ahead as usual.”

 the brothers continue their conversation, but you find it hard to focus on anything except the electricity that seems to be pulsing through the air.

rushed … ahead..?

just when you think things couldn't get any more intense, aizetsu leans over his brother to cup your face. you're taken aback by the sudden closeness, but before you can even process what's happening, his lips are on yours. the kiss is firm, yet gentle, and you feel your head spin as you lose yourself in the moment. this is the closest you've ever been to him, closer even than during your study sessions.

when he pulls away, you're left gasping for breath, still reeling from the experience. and then, just as suddenly, urogi turns on you. "so now you have a comparison. can you tell the difference?"

you can feel the weight of their gazes on you, but you can't bring yourself to face them. you're not sure if you're ready to handle the scrutiny, not after being kissed by both brothers in such a short span of time. it's all too much, too surreal, and you're struggling to find your footing in this strange new reality.

"look at that flush. now i'm intrigued, you found an interesting one, aizetsu."

you feel a rush of emotions as sekido's words weigh heavy on your mind. was that what they thought of you? were you just another classmate to take advantage of their brotherly bond? the thought makes your heart ache and you feel a sudden urge to leave, to preserve what little dignity you have left.

but before you can make a move, sekido's hand is on your arm, pulling you towards him.

“the two of you are still close from familiarity. they need an outlier to appreciate the variance.”

 you can feel the roughness of his calloused skin against your flesh, sending shivers down your spine. as he cranes your head up, you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the intensity of his gaze.

"pay attention," he commands before dropping his mouth to yours.

sekido's kiss is ravenous and urgent, surpassing any notion of chastity as he devours your mouth. his tongue slips past your lips and explores every inch of your mouth with a hunger that takes your breath away. you try to match his intensity, but your chest heaves as you struggle to keep up with his passion. when he pulls away, your head spins from the sheer force of the kiss.

you're left dazed and disoriented, your mind racing with questions and doubts. how had this night come to this? to be caught in the middle of the brothers, playing with your affection? you can't help but feel like you're in over your head, unsure of where this unexpected turn of events will take you.

“well, suppose it's only fair, eh?”

as karaku approaches, you can feel the energy shift, a palpable tension in the air. his presence is suave, and you find yourself captivated by the way he moves, the way he carries himself with such confidence and grace.

he kneels before you, and you feel a jolt of expectation as he leans in to kiss you. the touch of his lips is electric, a subtle shock that ignites a fire within you. his kiss is practiced, but not cold - he leads you through a dance of passion, his movements sure and fluid, his touch light but commanding.

as he pulls away, you can feel your breath catch in your throat, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. you are unsure of what just transpired, of what it all means - but one thing is clear: this was no longer a simple game.

his thumb brushes across your lips, and you can feel the heat of his gaze as he looks into your eyes. his voice is low and seductive, a whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"pretty, pretty," he murmurs. "so what do you think, are we so similar?"

#hantengu x reader #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #urogi x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader

[alxtiny]

Millennium Falcon | Park Seonghwa x Reader

Synopsis: where you snd seonghwa build the millennium falcon

Pairing: idol!park seonghwa x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: implied fem reader can be ignored

Notes: to quote Agnes ‘its so fluffy I could die’

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Seonghwa's charismatic voice resonated through the quiet room as he spoke to his fans via a youtube live stream. Contentedly talking about his fascination with star wars and the new LEGO set he received recently. The warm glow of the screen illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows on the features that you had come to adore.

Sitting beside him, you watched with a soft smile, intrigued by the genuine interaction he had with his fans. You loved this soft and nerdy side of him that he so freely showed to his fans, much unlike his demonic alter ego on stage.

It had all started with a simple idea: building the LEGO Millennium Falcon. The iconic spaceship lay in pieces across the coffee table among miscellaneous food wrappers, a testament to the teamwork and determination that had fueled your late-night endeavour. The clock on the wall had long lost its relevance as hours melded into one another. Yet, time was of no concern when laughter echoed in the air.

Seonghwa's fingers delicately manoeuvred the tiny LEGO bricks, his eyes focused on the task at hand, his tongue sticking out the slightest in concentration. His hair, usually so meticulously styled, was slightly dishevelled from all the times he'd run his hands through it in thought. With a playful grin, he glanced at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Are you sure you're following the instructions correctly, Y/N?" he teased, a twinkle of amusement in his gaze.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, nudging his shoulder with yours. "Of course! I'm just taking my time to make sure it's perfect."

"Perfect, huh?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've seen your 'perfect.' It usually involves a little extra icing on the cake."

You gasped, feigning offense. "Are you implying that I overdo things?"

Seonghwa's laughter filled the air, and you couldn't help but join in. The sound was infectious, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. As his laughter subsided, he turned his attention back to the LEGO set. Silence settled between you, but it wasn't a heavy silence; it was the kind that spoke of comfort and ease.

As the pieces clicked into place, you found yourself lost in thought. This simple activity had brought you closer to Seonghwa than you had ever imagined. You marveled at how he was just as goofy and down-to-earth as he appeared on camera. His charm was magnetic, not just for you but for his fans as well.

" ‘Who are you talking to?’ Atiny seems to be curious about the other voice huh?," Seonghwa spoke up as he read the questions his fans sent, his gaze shifting towards the camera. "Well to answer your question, I've got someone really really special here with me tonight."

Your heart skipped a beat as he gestured to you. Shyness crept over you, but the warmth in his eyes was reassuring. You gave a small wave to the camera, scooting into the frame, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the comments section exploded with greetings and hearts.

"Say hello, Y/N," Seonghwa encouraged, his voice gentle.

"Hi, everyone, I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you all. " you greeted, your voice tinged with a touch of shyness.

The comments section lit up with enthusiasm. Words of welcome and compliments flooded the screen, overwhelming you with a sense of acceptance. It was a bit surreal, but Seonghwa's presence by your side made it easier to handle.

"Y/N, you're amazing!" one fan commented.

"Seonghwa, you better keep up with her building skills!" another chimed in.

Seonghwa's eyes sparkled with pride as he read out the comments, but then one caught his attention: "Move over, Seonghwa. Y/N is stealing the bias spot!"

He burst into laughter, showing you the comment. "Looks like you're becoming a fan favourite already."

You playfully nudged him. "Don't worry, I won't steal your fans."

Seonghwa smirked in amusement. "Just wait till I tell Hongjoong that you're looking at others, ‘ATEEZ's ultimate fan’-nim ."

"Hongjoong said not to look at other oppas, we can still look at unnies though" one comment replied.

Seonghwa chuckled, his gaze shifting between you and the camera. "Hold on, hold on. Let's not get ahead of ourselves, that’s a good point though."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he continued, "But seriously, guys, thanks for all the love. She's pretty special to me too."

You were glad Atiny were so accepting of your position in Seonghwa’s life and granted you their approval with any hitch, bar a few delulu fans. An fear of being shunned was gone and their positivity made you want to be friends with all of Atiny.

The rest of the live stream was a blur of conversation, laughter, and a few impromptu dance moves. You felt a newfound sense of belonging, as if you were a part of something bigger than yourself. Since Seonghwa's fans embraced you with open arms, you felt like you were part of their extended family.

As the live stream came to an end, Seonghwa leaned back against the couch, letting out a heavy sigh, his arm casually draped around your shoulders. You exchanged a glance, and a shared smile spoke volumes. The screen finally went dark, and you both burst into laughter once again.

"Looks like you've stolen my spotlight," Seonghwa teased, nudging your shoulder.

You playfully nudged him back. "Well, maybe I'm just that charming."

He chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "You are."

The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the remnants of the live stream still lingering in the air. The LEGO Millennium Falcon sat partially completed on the table, owed to your hardwork. The night had worn on, and as you both exchanged stories and shared your dreams, you hadn't noticed the gradual transition from darkness to dawn.

Seonghwa yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Wow, time really flew by, didn't it?"

You glanced at the window, where a soft morning light was beginning to filter through. "Yeah, I can't believe it's almost morning."

He turned his gaze to you, his expression soft. "You know, this has been one of the best nights I've had in a while."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and a warm smile spread across your face. "I feel the same way."

Seonghwa leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "So, what do you say we wrap things up and finally get some sleep?"

"Sounds like a plan," you agreed, your voice soft.

With a yawn and a stretch, you both stood up, stretching your stiffened limbs. As Seonghwa turned off the lights and led you to the bedroom, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The exhaustion was apparent, but it was a content kind of tiredness that came from spending quality time together.

You both settled into bed, instinctively curling up next to each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close. The warmth of his embrace was soothing, and you nuzzled your head against his chest.

"Goodnight, Seonghwa," you murmured, your voice filled with a sense of peace.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

As the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, you both drifted into a peaceful slumber, the world outside fading away. In each other's arms, you found solace and comfort.

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[jiyascepter]

Embracing Radiance

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Pairing: Loki x gn! reader

Words: 1.1k +

Warning/Content: slight angst but mostly fluff, insecure reader, the reader undresses in front of Loki (but nothing really explicit activity happening), established relationship, no use of y/n | lmk if there is more

Synopsis: Loki becomes a source of strength and love for the reader who faces body-shaming at work. Through tender affirmations and intimate kisses, Loki proves that beauty is all about embracing their unique radiance.

A/N: Sooooo my first ever fanfiction! Please note that english isn't my first language so there is a possibility of some errors. Hope you all like this!

The evening sun cast a warm glow across the city, painting the buildings in hues of orange and pink. As the day came to a close, Loki lounged in the living room of the apartment he shared with you, awaiting your return. The door creaked open, and he looked up to see you enter, a weariness etched across your face.

"Darling, you're home," Loki greeted, rising from his seat with a gentle smile. He could sense something was amiss as he observed the way you carried yourself. Your shoulders slumped, and your eyes, once filled with spark, now seemed clouded with a burden. You offered a weak smile in return, kicking off your shoes and making your way towards the living room. Loki walked over to you, concern evident in his emerald eyes. "What troubles you, my love? You don't seem okay."

You sighed, a heavy exhale escaping your lips as you sank into the plush couch. Loki took a seat beside you, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's just been one of those days, Loki," you confessed, avoiding his gaze. Loki tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me, my sweet, what has transpired to cast this shadow upon your radiant countenance?"

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in him. "I overheard some hurtful comments at work today. People were talking about my body, making me feel like I'm not good enough, like I should change the way I look."

Loki's expression shifted from curiosity to indignation. "They dare to criticize you? By the Nine Realms, such insolence!" He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. "You are perfect just the way you are, and anyone who says otherwise knows not the true essence of beauty." You nestled into his embrace, finding solace in his words. "I know I shouldn't let their words affect me, but it's hard, Loki. It's hard not to internalize their negativity."

Loki lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Listen to me, my love. Their words hold no weight. You are exquisite, a marvel crafted by the gods themselves. Your spirit, your mind, and yes, your body—all are divine. Do not let the shallow opinions of mortals lose your perception of self."

A small smile played on your lips, appreciating Loki's unwavering support. "Thank you, Loki. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine." Loki's eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "You are my heart, and I will not allow anyone to dim your light. Now, let me show you just how breathtaking you are."

With that, Loki stood, offering his hand to lead you to the bedroom. Intrigued by his proposal, you followed him, the warmth of his hand comforting. As you entered the dimly lit room, candles flickered, casting a soft glow that danced upon the walls.

Loki turned to you, his gaze filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Undress for me, my love, and let me unveil the beauty that is rightfully mine to adore."

A hint of blush colored your cheeks, but there was a magnetic pull in Loki's gaze that made you feel desired rather than self-conscious. You slowly removed your clothes, each garment falling away as Loki watched with a hunger that wasn't merely physical but emotional—a yearning to connect with the vulnerability you shared.

Once you stood before him, exposed in more ways than one, Loki's eyes roamed your form, appreciating every curve and contour. He stepped closer, tracing his fingers delicately along the lines of your body.

"You are a masterpiece." he whispered, his breath sending shivers across your skin. "From the curve of your neck to the gentle slope of your shoulders, every inch of you is a testament to the divine artistry of creation."

Loki dropped to his knees, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your foot. "This, my love, is a symbol of your journey—the paths you've walked and the steps you've taken. It is beautiful."

He continued his trail of kisses, looking up from time to time stealing glances of your reaction, moving upwards with each gentle caress. "Your knees, strong and resilient, have carried you through the storms of life. They are a testament to your strength."

His lips lingered on your thighs, and he spoke with reverence, "These, the canvas upon which life's tales are written. Every scar, every mark, tells a story of battles fought and victories won. They are a testament to your courage."

Loki stood, his eyes locking onto yours. "Your hips, a gateway to passion and pleasure. They are a celebration of desire and a testament to the allure that lies within you."

He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close. A shiver runs across your body as his cold fingertips touch you. "Your abdomen, the core of your being. It houses the fire that fuels your spirit."

Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "Your chest, the home to your heart. It beats with a rhythm that is uniquely yours, and it is a testament to the love that defines you."

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice softening. "Your arms, the embodiment of your embrace. They offer comfort, strength, and support. They are a testament to the love you share."

Loki brought his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, the intensity of his emotions conveyed through the connection of your mouths. "And your lips, my love, are the seal of our love—a testament to the union of our souls."

As he spoke, Loki's words became a soothing balm, healing the wounds inflicted by the world outside. With each kiss, he unraveled the layers of insecurity, leaving behind a trail of affirmation and adoration.

"You are magnificent." Loki says, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do not let the opinions of others taint the truth of your worth. You are a celestial being, and in my eyes, you will forever shine for me."

Loki's words and soft kisses ended you flustered, and your body as always, asking for more. It was an intoxicating blend of mischief in his eyes along with his tender touch. The weight that had burdened your spirit began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and self-love. Loki's words had the power to transform, to elevate, and you found yourself grateful for the depth of his understanding and the sincerity of his love.

In the arms of Loki, you found not just a lover but a partner who saw beyond the surface and cherished the essence of who you truly were—a radiant soul worthy of love and admiration.

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[hisui-dreamer]

minds alike

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you wanted to move forward in your relationship with him, and where else but a glowing mushroom cave?

Tags: fluff, marriage proposals, reader is a simp, self indulgent, glowing mushrooms, bot proofread

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: @dove-da-birb @fukashiin you guys did this

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In the heart of the enchanting forest, where sunlight filtered through the leaves like gold and the gentle rustle of leaves created a soothing melody, you meticulously orchestrated your plan as your heart raced with a blend of anticipation and nervousness. Every detail was carefully thought out, every petal placed with the utmost care, leading to a hidden cave that held the promise of magic and wonder.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, your pulse raced like a wild stallion as you envisioned the impending moment. The culmination of weeks of meticulous planning now hinged on the next hour, and your hopes and dreams seemed to hang in the balance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Jade's figure emerged from the mountain trail, and an involuntary smile painted your lips as you waved him over. His presence alone was enough to calm the storm of nerves swirling within you. Jade's eyes softened as he caught sight of you, hastening his steps to close the distance between you.

"Ah, there you are, my pearl," he greeted, his voice a tender caress as he drew you into his embrace, planting a kiss on your forehead. "It feels like an eternity since I last saw you."

A giggle bubbled from your lips at his endearing exaggeration. "Jade, it's only been a couple of hours!" you chided playfully.

Jade chuckled, his warm laughter resonating like a soothing melody in the forest around you. "Time has a funny way of bending when I'm away from you," he mused, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, you," you shook your head fondly. "Now, let me show you something amazing! " you said as you intertwined your fingers with his, a natural fit that felt as though you were two puzzle pieces meant to be together. "Follow me, okay?"

"If my dearest love wishes it, then I shall follow wherever you take me," Jade responded with a teasing twinkle in his eye, placing a hand over his heart in his customary polite manner.

You let out a playful sigh, a mixture of exasperation and endearment as you tugged him gently towards the cave, though you could hear him chuckle quietly at what you assumed to be the sight of your reddened ears.

As you ventured deeper into the cave, the soft luminescence of the mushrooms cast a gentle radiance along your path, painting the surroundings with an otherworldly glow. At last, you arrived at the carefully arranged picnic, where his favourite dishes were lovingly presented, the aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the cavern.

You watched his eyes widen in awe as they settled on the sight before him. The luminous mushrooms that adorned the cave's walls cast an ethereal radiance, their enchanting glow reflecting in his gaze like stars twinkling in a night sky. A mixture of excitement and doubt churned within you as you waited for his reaction.

"Surprise," you managed to say, your voice laced with a blend of hope and apprehension. "I wanted to make something special for us."

Jade's gaze shifted between the radiant mushrooms and you. The genuine wonder that crossed his features made your heart swell with a mixture of relief and pure affection. "This... This is incredible," he marvelled, and you found your lips curling into a smile, mirroring his unabashed appreciation. "You've truly outdone yourself, my dear," Jade said.

Your laughter was soft and genuine, an unburdening of the tension that had been coiling within you. "I'm so glad you like it," you admitted.

With the air buzzing around you, a mixture of enchantment and joy, the two of you settled down on the cosy spot you had prepared. You handed Jade a mushroom and egg sandwich and watched as his expression transform into bliss, his enjoyment evident in the way his eyes closed briefly, savouring the interplay between the earthiness of the mushrooms and the richness of the egg.

"I've never felt such happiness," he murmured, after finishing the sandwich. His eyes met yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

This is it.

Your confession, the words that you've rehearsed countless times, teetered on the edge of your tongue, ready to spill forth.

But before you could muster your courage, he gracefully drew you up to your feet, his movements imbued with a sense of purpose. With a deliberate shift, he gracefully lowered himself onto one knee, a gesture that carried a weight of significance that slowed time itself.

In a moment suspended between heartbeats, he produced a velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring that seemed to capture the essence of elegance and enchantment—a pearl centrepiece surrounded by diamonds. His words tumbled out with a raw authenticity that left you breathless. "You've brought magic into my life, made every day brighter, and every challenge surmountable. I don't want to wait another second to make you mine in every sense. Would you do me the honour of taking my hand in marriage?"

Caught in the unfiltered authenticity of his words, your breath caught in your throat. Surprise intertwined with an overwhelming wave of emotion, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your cheeks warmed, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations.

"You're so sly..." You finally managed to say. His expression faltered ever so slightly, a rare glimpse of vulnerability evident in the poised and polished Jade Leech.

"I was planning to propose to you!" You exclaimed. With deft yet slightly shaky fingers, you retrieve the ring you had poured your heart into choosing. Opening the box, you unveil a silver mushroom ring, customized for the sole owner of your heart.

His eyes blinked a few times as if attempting to process the rush of emotions that had suddenly engulfed him. In an unrestrained explosion of joy, laughter erupted from him, the sound a harmonious melody that reverberated through the space, brushing away any lingering tension.

A grin adorned his lips, one that held the pure essence of his happiness. "You never cease to amaze me, my pearl. I suppose great minds do think alike," he managed between fits of laughter, his voice a reflection of his genuine amusement. "May I?" he asked as he extended his hand.

You nodded in eager agreement, an exuberant affirmation of his question. His smile deepened, a tender expression that spoke of his affection for you. As his fingers connected with yours, and with a touch both tender and deliberate, he guided the pearl ring toward your ring finger. The ring nestled comfortably, as if it had always belonged there. In that instant, his eyes met yours, and you saw a reflection of the unspoken promises that resided in both your hearts.

"Give me your hand too," you softly requested, a touch of anticipation in your voice, and he responded without hesitation. With the delicate grace of a sculptor crafting a masterpiece, you slid the silver ring onto his ring finger. Your heart raced as you watched it settle into place, a symbol of commitment that sent ripples of elation through your being.

He clasped your hand in return, his gaze flickering between the two ringed fingers, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What an intriguing pair we make," he reflected, his words laced with a touch of wonder and amusement.

His hand cradled yours against his cheek, a gesture that felt like a silent proclamation of his affection. The world around you seemed to fade as you looked into his eyes, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both. His lips pressed a gentle kiss against the ring on your finger, a kiss that carried a promise and a commitment that went beyond words.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way," he whispered, his voice a warm breeze that brushed against your senses. "I love you, dearly so," he breathed, his fingers weaving through the strands of your hair, finding their way to cradle the nape of your neck, and he met your lips with a tender smile.

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[amalythea]

「 sakura petals 」

⤷ info: heizou x gn!reader || fluff!! || wc: 582

⤷ warnings: playful banter, me pretending there's a cherry blossom garden in inazuma

⤷ extra: happy birthday @thexianzhoujade !! mwah mwah kisses <3

You and Heizou had planned this outing for weeks, eager to witness the cherry blossoms in full bloom. As you arrived at the garden, your eyes widened in awe at the breathtaking sight that stood before you. Rows upon rows of cherry trees stretched out, their branches adorned with delicate pink and white blossoms. The air was alive with the gentle hum of bees and the sweet scent of flowers.

Hand in hand, you  began to leisurely stroll down the winding paths, taking in the beauty all around you. Each step seemed to bring you deeper into a calm state. Heizou couldn't help but steal glances at you every now and then, marveling at how the sunlight danced in your hair and the way your eyes sparkled with joy.

As you wandered deeper into the garden, Heizou noticed the mischievous twinkle in your eyes. He knew that look well—it meant trouble, but the most delightful kind. With a knowing smirk, Heizou braced himself for whatever antics you had in stor efor him this time.

Sure enough, as you passed under a canopy of blossoms, Heizou felt a soft touch against his cheek. He turned to see you grinning as you tucked a cherry blossom behind his ear. He couldn't help but chuckle at the playful gesture.

But Heizou wasn't one to be outdone. With a sly grin, he plucked a blossom of his own and returned the favor, placing it gently behind your ear. This sparked a playful competition between you, both of you trying to outdo the other with displays of affection.

And so, amidst the sea of cherry blossoms, your laughter filled the air as you danced around each other, both of you doing your very best to win while still continuing your walk in the garden.

Heizou slyly smirked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "You know, these cherry blossoms are quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as you."

You chuckled, shaking your head, "Flattery won't get you out of trouble, Heizou."

But trouble is exactly what Heizou had in mind. As you passed under a particularly dense cluster of blossoms, Heizou plucked another blossom and placed it delicately behind your ear. "There, now you're even more enchanting."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. Refusing to lose because you were flustered, you grab another blossom and tuck it into Heizou's hair with a grin. "How about now? Who's the more enchanting one?"

Heizou sighed with feigned indignation, "Oh, you've got me there, my love. But two can play at this game." With a swift move, he scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, causing a shower of cherry blossoms to rain down around you both.

Laughter filled the air once more as you playfully chased each other through the garden, petals swirling around you like confetti.

As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the cherry blossom garden, you and Heizou found themselves reluctantly bidding farewell to the enchanting scene. Your laughter had subsided into contented sighs, your playful antics now memories etched into your memories.

Hand in hand, you walked back along the winding paths, your hearts light and your spirits lifted. The gentle rustle of the breeze through the blossoms seemed to whisper secrets of love and joy, weaving a tapestry of fond memories that would linger in your minds long after you had left the garden behind.

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[cookienha]

☆ simple things ¦ zb1 and the small things in life (pt. 2)

¦ ot9!zb1 x gn!reader, fluff

¦ warnings: established relationships, pet names, mentions of food

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pt. 1 (hyung line)

shen ricky !!

☆ The satisfaction of completing a jigsaw puzzle, piece by piece, creating a satisfying picture

The soft hum of a cozy afternoon filled the room as we sat huddled around a jigsaw puzzle spread across the coffee table. The scattered pieces portrayed a daunting landscape of colors and shapes, challenging us to piece together the fragmented image. Ricky leaned in, his eyes focused on the scattered pieces infront of him.

"This is.. hard," he remarked with a grin, picking up a piece and examining it closely. I chuckled at his reaction, realizing the complexity of our chosen puzzle. "Well, they did say it was expert level. We're up for the challenge, right?" The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on our shared endeavor.

With determined expressions, we delved into the task, our fingertips navigating through the sea of pieces, working side by side. After what felt like both moments and hours, the last piece found it's place, completing the intricate puzzle.

A shared sense of accomplishment washed over us as we sat back, marveling at the vibrant picture now whole before us. Ricky grinned, a sparkle in his eyes, a smug expression on his face. He crossed his arms, "Look at that. Teamwork at its finest." I couldn't help but smile, feeling a subtle connection that extended beyond the puzzle.

"When you find the right pieces, it all just comes beautifully — just like us,"

kim gyuvin !!

☆ The crackling sound of a bonfire and the warmth it brings on a cool evening

The crackling sound of the bonfire echoed through the still night as Gyuvin and I cozied up on a blanket under a canopy of stars. The warmth from the flames danced around us, creating a cocoon of comfort against the cool evening breeze. Gyuvin's laughter mingled with the flickering firelight, and I couldn't help but feel a profound connection in the simplicity of the moment. We shared stories, our voices blending with the symphony of crackling wood, as the fragrant smoke spiraled upward into the night. His gaze met mine, and there was an unspoken understanding beneath the warmth of the fire. "You know," Gyuvin said, his tone soft, "this moment feels like the crackling bonfire — inviting and comforting." I nodded, captivated by the flames mirroring the sparks between us. "It's like... the warmth of the fire is a reflection of what we have, something steady and reassuring." He continues.

"I like it." I say, and we both let out a chuckle. Gyuvin reached for a stick, poking at the embers. "It's like these flames, you know? Each one unique, but together they create something beautiful." As the night unfolded, our conversation deepened, fueled by the bonfire's glow and the shared warmth that wrapped around us. The crackling embers mirrored the laughter, whispers, and shared dreams exchanged between us.

"I wouldn't trade this for anything." He says, intertwining his hands with mine as I scooted closer to him.

"Not even Eumppappa?"

We both giggled, "I'll reconsider."

park gunwook !!

☆ Freshly baked cookies straight from the oven

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen, enticing both my senses and Gunwook's. As the sweet scent wafted through the air, we found ourselves drawn to the source of the delightful fragrance. Gunwook peered into the oven with anticipation, his eyes lighting up as he caught a glimpse of golden-brown cookies.

He jokingly took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of freshly baked cookies. "Ah, I think I just found my new favorite cologne — Eau de Chocolate Chip," Gunwook teased, a playful glint in his eyes as I giggled at his antics. With oven mitts in hand, I carefully retrieved the warm cookies, placing them onto the kitchen counter.

I playfully slapped Gunwook's hand away when he reached for a cookie, the warmth still radiating from the freshly baked batch. "Hold on there, hotshot. These cookies are literally hot." He feigned an injured look, cradling his hand as if wounded. "I was just testing their warmth level, you know? Quality control." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Let them cool for a moment, we don't want any casualties in the name of impatience." Despite the theatrics, Gunwook grinned and leaned back, patiently awaiting the cookies' cooldown.

After a few minutes of eager anticipation, the cookies had cooled enough for a safe taste test. I picked up a cookie, its surface still slightly warm, and took a bite.

The chocolate chips were gooey, and the edges had the perfect hint of crispiness. The perfect blend of sweetness enveloped my senses, and I glanced at Gunwook who was awaiting my reaction, holding his cookie with a mischievous smile. "Moment of truth," he declared, taking a dramatic bite. The sheer delight on his face mirrored my own, and we exchanged satisfied looks. "Hot cookies and good company — can't beat that," He said as we both took another bite, silently savouring the combination of flavors and the comforting warmth.

"These cookies are like a little taste of happiness."

"You're my little happiness," He replied without missing a beat, and I couldn't help but to chuckle, playfully hitting his shoulders.

han yujin !!

☆ Discovering an old playlist, filled with forgotten favourite songs, and relieving its magic

Yujin offered to help me tackle the seemingly insurmountable task of cleaning my room, armed with determination and a playful grin. As we sifted through old papers, clothes, and memories, the room transformed from chaos to order, thanks to his infectious energy. We were in the middle of organizing the boxes under the bed when Yujin's hands brushed against a mysterious box, catching his attention. Curiosity sparked, he pulled it out, and a small smile played on his lips. "What do we have here?" Yujin wondered aloud, his eyes lighting up. As he opened the box, it revealed a collection of relics from our past. Among faded concert tickets and polaroids, a cassette tape emerged, its label bearing our names and a date from ages ago. "Hey, look at what I found," he exclaimed, smiling gleefully while holding it up. "Didn't we make this together?" Memories flooded back as we dusted off an old cassette player. The familiar hum of the machine and the first notes of a song transported us to a different time, Yujin's eyes instantly lit up with recognition.

With a big smile displayed on his face, he stood up and skipped over to where I was standing, taking my hand and pulled me to the middle of the room.

"Cleaning can wait." He declared, twirling me around.

The room suddenly transformed into a dance floor as we swayed to the familiar tunes, not caring about the half-organized chaos around us. Just us in our own world.

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[onyxscarab]

Whispers of the Night

Buggy x Vampire!Reader (GN)

Context/Warning: SFW/vampire reader/clingy/fluff

In the dimly lit confines of the Buggy Pirate ship, the night cast a tranquil spell upon the surroundings. The gentle creaking of the wooden vessel echoed through the corridors as the moon's silvery glow illuminated the decks.

On this peculiar ship, where oddities and bizarre characters were the norm, one presence stood out more than the rest. Amidst the colourful crew and the bluster of laughter, a captivating creature, found solace in the embrace of the night. The ship's day-to-day affairs were not for them, for the sun was their silent enemy. Yet, as dusk descended, they would emerge from their shelter, ready to indulge in the unique camaraderie they shared with none other than Captain Buggy himself.

Their friendship was an intriguing one, forged through odd circumstances and mutual respect. Buggy, known for his flair and braggadocio, found a curious allure in your presence. He marvelled at your ability to be both graceful and enigmatic, and he never failed to tease you about your affinity for the shadows. Meanwhile, you found yourself drawn to Buggy's flamboyance and larger-than-life persona, relishing the way his antics could whisk you away from the darkness that took over your existence.

This night, like countless others, you made your way through the ship's labyrinthine corridors to the captain's quarters. Upon entering, your gaze locked onto Buggy, who lounged on a lavish chair adorned with mismatched cushions. His trademark smile graced his face as he extended a welcoming hand.

"Hello there, my nocturnal friend!" Buggy exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the room. Your lips curved into a knowing smile as you moved toward him, the allure of your presence making even the air around you seem charged. "Captain, it's always a pleasure to grace your ship under the cover of darkness."

"Ah, you flatter me!" Buggy declared dramatically. "But really, what brings you to my humble abode tonight?"

Your eyes glinted playfully as you stepped closer, your voice a seductive purr. "Oh, you know me, Captain. I can't resist the allure of your company."

Buggy chuckled, shaking his head as if he was the embodiment of charm itself. "Aye, I've always known I'm irresistible."

As the night deepened, their conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words and innuendos that only the two of them understood. Your flirtatious demeanour didn't faze Buggy; in fact, he seemed to thrive on the attention you bestowed upon him.

Hours slipped by in the blink of an eye, and eventually, Your playful demeanour gave way to a hint of vulnerability. "You know, Buggy," you began softly, "there are times when the the way I live becomes too much, even for someone like me."

Buggy's expression softened as he regarded you. "Then you're fortunate you have someone like me to illuminate your path, eh?" Your smile warmed, and you reached out to touch his arm gently. "Indeed, I am."

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted, and the playfulness gave way to something deeper. Buggy's eyes held a hint of sincerity that surprised even himself, and your guarded demeanor softened, revealing the genuine connection the two of you shared.

"y/n" Buggy began, his voice carrying a touch of solemnity, "if you ever find the night to be too lonely, you're always welcome here. No matter the hour."

The sincerity of his words hung in the air, and you found yourself touched by the sentiment. With a soft smile, you nodded. "Thank you, Buggy. That means more than you know."

As the night wore on, your sleepiness became noticeable, and Buggy, ever the gracious host, offered you a place to rest. "Why not stay the night, hm?" he suggested with a slightly flustered face. "After all, we both know how much you adore my company."

You chuckled softly, your eyelids growing heavy. "You have a point. I suppose I could use a bit of company right now."

Buggy's quarters were surprisingly comfortable, adorned with opulent fabrics and trinkets that spoke of his peculiar tastes. As you settled in, you found yourself nestled against a mound of pillows, with Buggy lounging nearby. The familiarity of your closeness was comforting, and it wasn't long before you found yourself drifting into a contented slumber.

In the hushed stillness of the room, the night's symphony played on—the distant sounds of the ship, the rustling of fabric, and the soft rhythm of breathing. Without a word, Buggy shifted closer, drawing you into an embrace that was both tender and reassuring. Your two bodies moulded together seamlessly, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit.

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to find yourself cocooned in Buggy's embrace. The sight of him, so close and so genuine, warmed your cold heart in a way you hadn't anticipated. With a soft sigh, you settled back into his arms, your head resting against his chest.

"This isn't half bad," Buggy mused with a slight blush on his face, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help but chuckle, your fingers tracing circles on his chest absentmindedly. "You're surprisingly comfortable, Buggy. Who would've thought?"

"Ah, the captain's quarters have many secrets," Buggy replied with a hint of pride. "And they're all meant to impress."

Their playful banter continued, punctuated by comfortable silences and stolen glances. The night wore on, and in the arms of your peculiar friend, you felt an unexpected sense of belonging. The world beyond their shared space seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in the moonlit cocoon of their own making.

A/N: Not one of my best works but at least it's something. I'll make something more silly next time. ★彡

#buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy the clown #op buggy #x reader #x gn reader #one piece x reader

[mangocustard16]

Fair Date🎡💗

| synopsis: On a magical "Fair Night," Hoshi and Y/N, explore a dazzling fairground illuminated by colorful lights, embarking on thrilling rides and sweet indulgences. As their evening culminates with a breathtaking Ferris wheel ride, love and courage come together under the starry sky.

| pairing: bf!hoshi x gn!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| w.c: 670

| a/n: if i were to promise hoshi a date this is where i'd take him

On a clear and starry night, you and your boyfriend, Hoshi, decided to have a magical date at the local fair. The fairgrounds were a dazzling spectacle, illuminated by a multitude of colorful lights. The moment you entered, you were greeted by a breathtaking display of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, casting a soft, enchanting glow over the entire fair.

Hoshi gazed around, his eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, this place looks incredible at night," he said, his voice filled with awe. You grinned and took his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers in yours. "I knew you'd love it. It's like a dream."

As you strolled through the fair, you marveled at the radiant neon signs adorning various game booths, rides, and food stands. The Ferris wheel, in particular, was a sight to behold. Towering high above the fair, it was adorned with a mesmerizing array of multi-colored bulbs, creating a spectacular light show against the dark night sky. Hoshi's initial hesitation about riding it vanished when he saw how captivating it looked. Hoshi pointed up at the Ferris wheel. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's go on that. It's so beautiful." You squeezed his hand gently. "Let's save the best for the last."

Your night at the fair continued as you explored more attractions. The roller coaster, a twisting, glowing serpent, beckoned with its thrilling ride through the night. Every ride and attraction seemed to come alive with the radiance of the evening. The carousel's majestic horses were beautifully adorned with shimmering lights, spinning gracefully in a mesmerizing dance. The roller coaster tracks gleamed like streaks of shooting stars as they twisted and turned, providing an exhilarating rush of adrenaline.

As you exited the roller coaster, Hoshi's eyes landed on a brightly lit stall selling delectable treats. "How about we grab some cotton candy?" he suggested. You nodded, your heart soaring with happiness. With fluffy, pastel-colored clouds of spun sugar in hand, you strolled through the fair, savoring the sweet, melt-in-your-mouth goodness. The sugar rush added to the excitement of the night.

As you and Hoshi approached the balloon shooting game, you noticed how the colorful targets were brilliantly illuminated, making it all the more exciting. Hoshi's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he took aim under the shimmering lights, each shot punctuating the air with a burst of color. Hoshi laughed as he aimed for the balloons. "Let me win something for you." Your laughter echoed his. "You've already won my heart, but a stuffed animal wouldn't hurt!"

Your night at the fair was a truly magical experience, made even more enchanting by the dazzling display of lights. With every step, your hearts grew closer, and the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a world of twinkling wonder.

As you approached the Ferris wheel once again, Hoshi hesitated. The towering structure looked even more imposing up close, its lights reflecting in his uncertain eyes. You touched his cheek gently and met his gaze. "Hoshi, I know it's scary, but the view there will be breathtaking. I promise you won't regret it." Hoshi took a deep breath and nodded, mustering his courage. "Okay, for you, I'll do it."

As you both ascended to the peak of the Ferris wheel, the breathtaking panorama of the fair, awash in a sea of radiant lights, surrounded you. It was as if you were suspended in a starlit sky, your hearts intertwined. Hoshi, though initially fearful, was now enchanted by the scene. He turned to you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the colorful lights. "Thank you for convincing me. This is like a fairy tale come to life." You nodded, your heart skipping a beat. "With you, every moment feels like a fairy tale." You leaned in and shared a sweet, lingering kiss as the Ferris wheel held you at the apex of its rotation. The moment was as captivating as the lights around you, a memory that would stay etched in your hearts forever.

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[reverieparacosm]

Art's Silent Language (Lukai Hwei x GN!Reader)

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff :>

Chapter 1: The Color of Love

(part 2 here)

Summary: In the art studio, Hwei and you discover similarities in your works, leading to a mutual fascination. As you observe each other from afar, an unspoken connection begins to emerge. Hwei's assistance with your artwork adds tension, as you both yearn to unravel the enigmatic depths of each other's artistic abilities.

In the hushed sanctuary of the art studio at the Temple of Koyehn, a tiny Ionian island nestled in the embrace of the cerulean sea, Hwei stands before his canvas, brush in hand. Soft sunlight streams through the stained glass windows, casting an ethereal glow upon him and illuminating the worn wooden floors beneath his feet.

The delicate hues dances upon his face like whispers of forgotten dreams. His eyes, ever-shifting in color, mirror the emotions that churn within his soul. In this sacred space, where art transcends mere expression and becomes a language of its own, Hwei feels an inexplicable sense of belonging.

His fingertips, stained with vibrant colors, hover hesitantly over the canvas, as if hesitant to disturb the ethereal beauty that his mind's eye has conjured. A symphony of emotions swirls within him - curiosity intertwines with anticipation, while a gentle flame of excitement flickers in the depths of his being.

Hwei's gaze wanders to you, while you are engrossed in your own artistic endeavor. Curiosity sparkles in his eyes as he observes your concentrated expression. Recognizing your commitment to your craft, he admires the dedication and passion evident in your focused brushstrokes.

As Hwei watches, he catches glimpses of the artwork taking shape under your skillful hand. His interest piqued; he finds himself drawn to the subject matter that unfolds before him. With each stroke, you bring to life a scene that echoes the beauty of nature, much like Hwei's own creations.

The air in the studio seems to hold its breath as Hwei and you secretly observe each other in a silent dialogue of curiosity and wonder.

Hwei's heart quickens with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together in this space.

Noticing your intricate details, Hwei's fascination is evident as he gazes at your drawn bridge. He appreciates the craftsmanship, recognizing the sturdy blend with nature. His admiration widens at the skillful portrayal of the water's surface, reflecting vibrant water lilies and creating tranquility. The way you capture the delicate ripples, and the play of light creates a sense of peace, inviting the viewer to immerse themselves in the scene.

Hwei marvels at the lush foliage and attention to detail, bringing the natural world to life. The captivating water lilies, with their delicate beauty and vibrant colors, draw Hwei's attention, appearing almost lifelike on the canvas.

As an invisible force that defies explanation draws him closer, Hwei's heart stutters in his chest. Clearing his throat, he breaks the stillness of the studio with a voice barely more than a whisper.

"You...your art," Hwei begins, his voice trembling with awe.

He takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes locked on your masterpiece. The air between you seems to shimmer with an invisible energy, as if the very essence of creativity has woven itself into the fabric of your hearts.

You glance up from your work, your gaze meeting Hwei's with an intensity that mirrors his own.

What Hwei doesn't know is that you admire him. You have been observing him from afar for some time now and you see him as one of the best artists of your time. The way he expresses his art is breathtaking. But you have the feeling that he is holding back.

He seems to be hiding something.

He paints so beautifully. The inside of his mind must be a terrible place.

You study his work within the walls of your secret art sanctuary. Within the intricate brushstrokes and vivid colors, you discovered a hidden depth in Hwei's art. Yet, a sense of caution lingers within you. The last thing you want is to come across as weird or creepy, especially to someone whose talent and passion you admire so deeply.

As the allure of Hwei's art becomes increasingly irresistible, the secret admiration within you reaches a tipping point. The desire to confront the artist, to express the profound impact his work has had on your own soul, grows too strong to ignore. The time for secrecy and hidden admiration has come to an end.

But the fact that you are studying his art should remain your own little secret - for now.

He finds himself caught in the depths of your gaze, his breath hitching in his chest. You feel a gentle fluttering in the depths of your soul as you meet Hwei's searching eyes, a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him.

His eyes are a light pink with a mix of blue.

"Can I help you?" you ask.

"I... I've been watching you, admiring your work," Hwei confesses, his voice filled with admiration. "Your art is like nothing I've ever seen before. It's powerful, evocative, and it speaks to something deep within me."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips, a glimmer of appreciation sparkling in your eyes.

"I've seen your art too," you reply, your voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "There's a rawness, a vulnerability to your work that resonates with me. But I sense that there's something you're holding back, something you're afraid to fully express."

Hwei's eyes widen in surprise, his breath hitching in his chest. He had never expected you to perceive the hidden layers of his art, the unspoken emotions he had concealed within his creations.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you realize that you may have spoken too boldly, revealing more than you intended. The desire to confront Hwei directly about your findings in his art was not your initial intention.

"You can see that?" he says, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and relief.

You nod, your gaze filled with understanding. "Art has a way of revealing truths, even the ones we try to keep hidden. And I believe that true artistic growth comes from embracing those truths, no matter how difficult they may be."

Hwei's pulse quickens as your words sink in. The invisible barrier that had held him back, the fear of exposing his innermost self to the world, begins to crumble.

"I've been afraid," he admits. "Afraid of being seen, of being judged, of exposing the rawest parts of myself. But seeing your art, feeling the connection it evokes, I can't help but want to break free from those chains."

"Art is a journey, Hwei," you say softly, your voice carrying a soothing warmth. "The crashing waves care not for who hears their roar, and towering peaks feel no shame in blocking the sun's gaze. So too should you refrain from diminishing your brilliance or talents to appease the discomfort of others. As the deep blue sea and high stone sentinels remain true to their nature without apology, so should you remain devoted to your authentic self without need for pardon."

With his gaze lingering on the canvas before him, Hwei's eyes shift hues like the ever-changing tides. With vulnerability in his voice, he begins recounting the pivotal moment that shapes his journey.

"I find solace in the art form known as paint magic," Hwei begins, his voice carrying a weight of both reverence and caution. "It is a medium that allows me to influence the emotions of those who behold my creations - a power that demands strict control and discipline."

He pauses, his expression clouded with a mingling of regret and longing. "The world doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint artworks that do? I find myself teetering on the edge of a precipice."

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.

The weight of Hwei's confession lingers in the air, carried by lingering words. Continuing, remorse tinges his voice. "During a demonstration for the temple masters, I have painted Koyehn's sea. I lost control."

Hwei's gaze falls upon his artwork. He studies the painting intently, his critical eye taking in every brushstroke and detail. The frown on his face deepens, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction with his own creation.

As he contemplates his work, Hwei's attention is diverted by the sight of birds gracefully soaring through the vast expanse of the sky. A wistful expression crosses his face, tinged with a touch of envy for the freedom these winged creatures possess.

Hwei absentmindedly reaches up to play with his hair.

The memory haunts him still, the tempestuous sea of emotions threatening to drown his resolve. "My awakening infuriates the temple masters," Hwei confesses, his voice trembling with fear. "They recognize the potential danger of such unleashed power. While they cannot bear to banish their heir, they emphasize the weight of my responsibilities, the need to temper my abilities."

A shadow of sadness crosses Hwei's face as he recalls the aftermath of that moment. "Haunted yet fascinated by the depths of my own power, I continue to explore in secret, under the cover of night. The fear of my full potential being exposed consumes me.”

Enthralled by the captivating sight of the iris flower beside him, Hwei's gaze becomes fixated upon its exquisite beauty. As his fingers brush against the delicate petals, a palpable sense of melancholy washes over him, causing his heart to sink. The vibrant colors that once adorned the flower begin to slowly fade, as if drained of their vitality by his very touch.

With a tinge of sorrow, he observes as the once-vibrant colors of the iris gradually lose their brilliance, their fading hues catching his attention. The petals, once bursting with life, now appear to wilt and wither, as if in response to his mere touch. Hwei's fingertips, lingering momentarily against the delicate bloom, withdraw instinctively as he realizes the unintended effect his presence has had on the flower's vitality.

Hwei, taken aback by the unintended consequence of his presence, quickly withdraws his hand, as if fearing further damage to the delicate bloom. A mixture of wonder and regret flickers in Hwei's eyes as he turns his gaze away from the fading iris. His gaze meets you again.

"I wish, they would only take as I am. For me, I paint because it makes me feel like someone's listening - or I am finally listening to myself," Hwei admits, his voice etched with longing.

There is a profound sadness in Hwei's eyes, a reflection of the burden he carries. He longs for the day when he can fully embrace his power without the fear of its consequences, when he can share his artistry with the world without reservation. But until then, he remains a hesitant guardian of his own potential, forever grappling with the delicate dance between restraint and liberation.

You listen intently, captivated by Hwei's tale and the depth of his struggle. As the weight of his words settles upon you, you feel a surge of empathy for his predicament.

You think to yourself; Hwei, you cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them, but they do not understand you.

But you would never say that out loud.

There is nothing more intimate in life than being understood.

"Why do you share this with me?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine curiosity. "Why do you entrust me with the knowledge of your fears and the secrets of your power? Is there something you seek or hope to find in our conversation?"

Hwei takes a moment to consider your question, his eyes searching your face for a connection. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips, gratitude mingled with a hint of relief.

Nervously, he touches his neck, "I think I fall a little bit in love with anyone who shows me their soul," Hwei whispers, his voice soft yet filled with a hint of longing. His gaze bores into the depths of your eyes, searching for that rawness, that unguarded essence that he so deeply appreciates.

Aware of the challenges you encounter due to your rebellious nature, constantly sketching objects that displease the temple masters, he understands the troubles you face. The thought of your provocative drawings excites him, as he admires your audacity and willingness to challenge the norms. Hwei finds comfort in the fact that you are unafraid to express yourself, even if it means facing consequences.

He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "I have carried the weight of my fears and the burden of my power alone for far too long. But in sharing my story with you, I find solace in the possibility that I am not alone in this world."

Unable to resist the temptation, you finally ask, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "Hwei, would you... would you mind helping me with my artwork? Your skills are extraordinary."

Hwei moves closer, his footsteps echoing softly in the studio.

As you watch Hwei walking gracefully towards you, you couldn't help but be captivated by his exquisite beauty. What caught your attention the most is his stunning teal hair, a vibrant hue that seems to shimmer under the light.

Hwei's hair cascades down in soft waves, framing his face perfectly and drawing attention to his striking features. It was a color unlike any you had seen before, reminiscent of a tranquil ocean on a sunny day.

You notice Hwei's choice of attire - a comfortable loose tunic that drapes effortlessly over his slender frame. The fabric seems to embrace him, allowing for freedom of movement while still maintaining an air of elegance.

In that moment, you couldn't help but admire Hwei's ability to effortlessly blend beauty and comfort.

As he approaches, you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His proximity is both exhilarating and unnerving, stirring a mix of anticipation and unease within you.

Without a word, Hwei gently reaches out, his fingers barely grazing your arm before moving to rest on your hand. The touch is light, yet it sends a surge of electricity coursing through your veins. His touch guides your trembling hand towards the canvas, his movements fluid and confident.

"Let your instincts guide you," he murmurs, his voice as soothing as a whisper. "Feel the brush in your hand, let the colors come alive. I don’t believe that I am of much help, but I can try my best."

Hwei continues to guide your hand, a delicate dance unfolds. His touch is both commanding and delicate, as if he holds the secret to unlocking the depths of your creativity. With each stroke, your apprehension melts away, replaced by a newfound confidence that surges through your fingertips.

During your silent collaboration, Hwei's voice breaks the silence once more.

"I can feel your breath quicken," he says, his voice laced with intrigue. "You're becoming nervous."

His observation struck a chord deep within you, and you realize he has seen through the façade of composure you desperately tried to maintain. Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. The realization that Hwei's presence has stirred such a profound effect on you only serves to heighten your anxiety.

As Hwei senses the nervousness radiating from you, he puts his hands on your shoulder.

With a gentle movement, Hwei turns you to face him, his eyes locking with yours in a soft yet reassuring gaze. He reaches out and takes both of your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

The connection between you deepens as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours in a shared rhythm.

"Take a deep breath," Hwei whispers softly, his breath brushing against your ear. His fingertips trace intricate patterns across your palm, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

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As the session draws to a close, your artwork now transforms, Hwei releases his hold on your hand. You turn to face him, your voice a mere whisper, "Thank you, Hwei. Your guidance... it's been an incredible experience."

A knowing smile tugs at Hwei's lips as he regards you, his eyes filled with appreciation and something deeper, something you couldn't quite understand.

"You have a talent within you, waiting to be unleashed," he replies, his voice rich with admiration. "Embrace it, and let it carry you to places you never imagined."

Just as you are lost in the flow of creation, a sudden interruption shatters the tranquility. A temple member, dressed in customary robes, rushes into the studio, his face etched with urgency.

"Hwei," the temple member calls out, his voice breathless. "You are needed immediately. An important matter requires your presence."

Hwei's expression shifts, surprise and concern washing over his face. He glances at you, his eyes filled with regret, as if he wishes he could stay longer.

"I apologize," Hwei says, his voice tinged with disappointment. "It seems duty calls. There are matters within the temple that require my attention."

You nod, understanding the weight of his responsibilities. Though a pang of sadness tugs at your heart, you know that Hwei's commitment to his role is unwavering.

"I understand," you reply, your voice filled with understanding. "Your duty comes first."

Hwei's gaze softens as he takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against your cheek. His touch lingers for a moment, as if imprinting the memory of his presence upon your skin.

"I will return as soon as I can," he whispers, his voice filled with a promise. "Until then, continue to let your art speak the language of your heart.”

With a final, lingering look, Hwei turns and follows the temple member out of the studio, leaving you with emotions swirling within you.

And, for a moment, you see the color of love.

In his eyes.

#x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #hwei #hwei x reader #hwei league of legends #lukai hwei #hwei the visionary #hwei lol #jhinhwei

[gnwookieee]

Your Ricky bf headcanons were marvelous ✨🤌 may I request jiwoong bf headcanons whenever you have time? 🥺

: jiwoong boyfriend !

📁🖇️ : thank you so much for requesting!! and thank you again for your sweet words <3 i was so happy to see this request that i whipped it fast (well at least for my standard lmao). hope i did your amazing request justice. hugs, rose.

genre : fluff

pairing : bf!jiwoong x gn!reader

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probably used the worst pick up line ever, lucky for him you saw pass it and decided to give him a chance - either that or his visuals made up for it. genuinely thinks that his rizz was that good and is why you are currently dating but really it is the opposite and he is lucky you didn’t walk away to be honest

when he introduces you to the members -eventually, but we will get to that later- you ofc tell them this magical pick up line he used. now it is the main source of all of zb1’s teasing, inside joke that comes up at least once a day at the dorms

introduces you to the members only when he feels really secure in the relationship, when he knows it is for long term. waits so long because he feels he has a responsibility as the eldest. doesn’t want the members to get close to someone if he wasn’t sure you were going to be around for a long time

contradicts himself so much when it comes to being jealous, when everyone on earth flirts with him and you get a little jealous, he insists you don’t need to worry. but. if someone other than him looks in your direction when you are out, you two are going straight home. constantly has an arm wrapped around you in public just so everyone knows he is your boyfriend

fell first 100%, constantly looks at you with his sparkling eyes that give away how much he loves you. always looking at you when you are together, you would be minding your own business and turn around to see him just admiring you. looks for you in busy crowds, likes to know he can see you and that you are safe and don’t need his help

speaking of looking at you, this man has a fascination with your lips. looses his sanity a little when he sees you apply product to them, watches them move as you talk, runs his thumb across the plushness of your bottom lip. this man just likes kissing you and it’s probably on his mind the majority of the time

forehead kisses. that is it. when you are sad, when he is sad, when you are both happy, there are always forehead kisses

gets so flustered if you watch any of the dramas he acted in. turns red if you compliment his acting. he has banned you from rewatching any of his kissing scenes because he says why would you watch him kiss someone when you could just kiss him yourself. he has a point

always finds a way to make you laugh, his jokes are never great because they are all awful dad jokes but it is part of his charm now

shows his affection in a lot of ways, but i feel like words of affirmation comes most naturally to him probably because he also likes to receive this. really caring when you are upset, always knows how to calm you and make you feel loved with his words

romantic. he has clearly learned some things from being casted as the main romance lead in dramas. brushes strands of your hair back into place, reads to you as you fall asleep, dances with you in your kitchen late at night

always keeps a photo of both of you with him. it’s polaroid photo you took on a date and now his keeps it in his wallet always. you both look really happy in it with the biggest smiles, looks at it if he misses you when busy with his schedule or if he ever feels deflated

📁🖇️ : a/n

have a lovely day/night wherever you are! hope you take some time for yourself <3

hehe i love bf!jiwoong, who else thinks he would be the superior boyfriend? this man was invented to create delusions i swear <3

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[gong-fourz]

Lost & Found

Pairing: leehan x gn!reader Genre: fluff Warning: (none I can think of) Word Count: 726

taglist - m.list

You and Leehan decided to go to your local zoo for a fun day, as you spent the last few days at home relaxing and enjoying each other's company. After a short debate about what section to see first you convinced Leehan you should see your favorite African animals, then you could make your way to the best part (in Leehan's words). Upon reaching the enclosure, you find yourself marveling at the majestic creatures displaying their beauty. It's as if they are putting on a show just for the two of you.

Your trance is broken when your stomach growls reminding you that you haven't eaten since breakfast and it is well over mid-day now as it took you a couple of hours to get here. You turn to ask what sounded good to eat but when you go to ask you realize Leehan wasn't there. Panicking a little, you hurriedly go to look for him as he was just right next to you and you didn't hear him walk away. Taking a break as you were a little winded from the constant rushing, you start to think and realize there's one place you haven't looked where he practically wanted to be since you got there... the aquarium!

As you reach the aquatic enclosure you see Leehan taking in the sight of the graceful creatures, You continue to stand in front of the aquarium window, watching all the different fish swim gracefully through the water, and you can't help but feel a wave of serenity wash over you. Only after you sigh in contentment did your boyfriend realize you were there. "

Smiling at him, you said "Y'know I understand how excited you were to see the aquarium. It's one of your favorite places, after all. Just remember to let me know when you want to go somewhere else next time, okay?"

Leehan nodded enthusiastically, his eyes still fixated on the beautiful sea creatures before him. "Definitely," he replied. "I've learned my lesson. I want to share these experiences with you, not cause unnecessary distress."

You both turn your attention back to the aquarium in front of you. The room is filled with vibrant displays of coral reefs, swaying plants, and a multitude of colorful fish gracefully swimming through the water. Rays glide through the tank, their wing-like bodies moving effortlessly. As you watch in awe, a small clownfish playfully darts in and out of a sea anemone, catching your attention.

With that, the two of you spent the rest of the day exploring the different exhibits at the zoo, making sure to stick together. You marveled at the colorful birds, watched the playful monkeys swing from branch to branch, and found joy in the smallest of creatures. Along the way, you shared laughter, and inside jokes, and even helped each other out during tricky moments.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the zoo, the two of you found yourselves back at the African animal enclosure where the initial miscommunication had occurred. You leaned against the railing, watching the animals as they trotted and played in the enclosure.

Leehan stood beside you, his gaze alternating between the creatures and you. "I'm grateful for you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the zoo.

You turned to face him, warmth spreading in your chest. "Me too, Leehan. We've been through so much together."

He grinned, and his eyes sparkled. "Definitely. And I promise, from now on, we'll always stick together at the zoo. No more surprises or disappearing acts."

With a chuckle, you nudged him playfully. "Sounds like a plan. Though, I must admit, finding you near the aquarium wasn't such a bad surprise after all."

Leehan's laughter filled the air as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a kiss. "Yeah, the aquarium always has a calming effect on me. I'm glad you found me."

As the day drew to a close, you and Leehan made your way out of the zoo, relishing the memories you had created together. From that day forward, whenever you embarked on new adventures, you knew that communication and togetherness would be the foundation of your bond, making every experience even more special.

With a sense of excitement and renewed trust, the two of you walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges and wonders lay ahead in your adventure.

Taglist: @minkilicious

#gongfourz #boynextdoor #boynextdoor imagines #kim donghyun #leehan #kim leehan #aquarium #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor fic #blue aesthetic #fluff #bnd x reader #bnd fluff #bnd fic #bnd imagines #bnd leehan

[m4nd0l0r]

Hungered Sin.

Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)

Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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“Can I hug you?” 

You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be. 

His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you. 

And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you. 

Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of. 

He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even. 

Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you. 

Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied. 

And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain. 

But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused. 

A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need. 

“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk. 

A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours. 

The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse. 

The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing. 

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling. 

“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh. 

“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.  

Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it. 

He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him. 

It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape.  You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further. 

His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours. 

You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin. 

And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field. 

He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more. 

Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.

He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder. 

He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you. 

“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.

He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist. 

Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent-  sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much. 

It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger. 

He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.

And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it. 

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[gingiesworld]

Hey could you do one a little angsty with fluff one with Lizzie, i Saw a tiktok video now when he said "my heart calls your name" it's from Queen Charlotte.

Yn having a very difficult childhood and trying to live on their own at very young age, they audicionate for some movies and tv shows and they were starting to be a little famous, so for that they got casted in a marvel movie, they get very well with their costars, being really good friends with all of them.

Yn started to like Lizzie more than a friend but they know when the finish to shoot 'endgame' it will not gonna be the same for them so they decide to say nothing. They talked a lot about it with Scarlett. Yn decided to have some distance with Lizzie and at first It was okay because everyone were together but she noticed and tried to talk to them. It was like that until the endgame premiere. In the morning everyone were at the hotel, she was tired and went to yn's room and tried for last time. Yn said like nothing happened and Lizzie confronted them for their attitude, giving them an ultimatum, they didn't open their mouth so Lizzie took that as a clue and go out of their room, when yn saw that, they said like a little speech, saying their feelings( and then 'my heart calls your name') and Lizzie turn around and kissed yn.

Yeez sorry for writing too much, i know if you want to do it, you will do an amazing job or if you want to use something i wrote and improve it, it will be ok. Thank you buddy xxx

Pining

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Long pining. A little angst.

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N hadn't had the best childhood, filing for emancipation when they were just a teenager to get away from their obsessive parents. They cut them off from everything, having their manager handle their assets and bills since they were still a minor. So it wasn't a shock when they had gotten a role in the Avengers.

They had became great friends with Scarlett as they played the illigitimate child of Tony Stark. So as soon as they became friends with Lizzie, it wasn't unusual for them to fall for her. Well who wouldn't, but she was already in a relationship.

Y/N tried not to fall harder for the green eyed angel, but they were doomed. Everytime she spoke, they were always listening even if it was something completely stupid. Their eyes sparkled everytime she laughed. They were always smiling whenever she was around.

Even as the started to film CW, they had decided it was best to distance themselves from her. Always confiding in Scarlett about her.

"I just hate this feeling Scar." They told her sadly as they sat in her trailer. "I just everytime I see her, I want to kiss her and I can't because she isn't mine and she never will be."

"Y/N, I'm sure this will pass." She tried to reassure them.

"This isn't just some crush Scar." They told her. "I have had my fair share of meaningless crushes and this isn't the same." They stood up, straightening out the creases of their clothes. "I'm uh I'm gonna go." They told her softly as Scarlett sighed as she watched them leave.

As the time went on, Y/N had always rejected cast outings and get togethers. Not wanting to really be in the same room as Lizzie. Even when they heard about her split with Boyd, they fought every instinct to run and comfort her, so they left her be.

Even when Endgame came around, the end of their contract was also approaching. On some level they felt relieved but on another, they were saddened by the thought of not even being around her.

Their scenes were only few, so they never really crossed paths with Lizzie. Although she was saddened by their sudden absence in her life since CW. She wanted an explanation. She deserved an explanation.

"You're their best friend Scar." She pleaded with Scarlett who sighed.

"Listen Lizzie, I'm not getting in the middle of the two of you." She told her. "You just need to reach out to them." Lizzie left it at that, even with the re-shoots, she never crossed paths with them so she only had the option she had was to wait for the premiere.

So she dressed in her green dress, ready to walk down the carpet. Her eyes instantly found Y/N, even as she participated in her interviews and photos. She hoped to catch them before the movie, only to be dragged away by some of the other cast. She watched as Y/N left the theatre earlier, so she decided to follow them. She soon followed them into an empty hallway before she called their name, watching as they slowed down and their shoulders tense up.

"What is wrong with you?" Lizzie questioned, she was extremely hurt by their sudden absence and needed answers. "We used to be friends and then all of a sudden, you disappear. Not a single word on why you disappeared, just poof."

"Lizzie." They tried as she shook her head.

"Do you know that I tried and tried to think of were I went wrong. Wondering all of the time what I did to push you away." She told them, her voice shaking with pain and anger. "What did I do?" She whispered as Y/N looked at her with guilt and regret in her eyes.

"You didn't do anything." They told her as Lizzie just looked confused. "It was me and my own conflicting feelings."

"What?" Lizzie whispered as they shook their head.

"It doesn't matter." They told her before they turned away.

"It does matter! Please don't walk away. Tell me." She followed them, not anticipating the closeness between the two as they turned back to face her.

"I love you Lizzie. I am in love with you." They exclaimed as she remained frozen. "I thought I would get over it but I couldn't. I didn't because you have somehow etched your name on my heart. My heart beats for you Elizabeth. It." They sighed as they looked in her eyes. "It hurts when we are so close and it hurts when we are so far apart. I just. Forget it." With that they started to walk away, only to be stopped by Lizzie, cupping their face as she looked in their eyes. Leaning in and capturing their lips in a soft and meaningful kiss.

"I am in love with you too." She whispered as she gazed in their eyes. "For so long I have been in love with you." They kissed her softly once more before the two decided to sneak out of the theatre, ending their night as they walked hand in hand under the moonlight.

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[amalythea]

「 snowed in 」

⤷ info: albedo x gn!reader || tooth rotting fluff || wc: 506

⤷ warnings: none!!

⤷ extra: happy birthday @thexianzhoujade !!

High atop Dragonspine, where the icy winds howled and the snow-capped peaks reached towards Celestia, you and Albedo trekked through the cold terrain, your breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air.

As you ascended higher and higher, the landscape transformed into a winter wonderland, with crystalline snowflakes swirling around you in a delicate dance, and you marveled at the breathtaking beauty of your surroundings.

You’d promised to help your lover with his research today and you were determined to keep that promise.

Despite the biting cold outside, the interior of his workshop was warm and inviting, illuminated by the soft glow of alchemical lamps and the occasional crackling fire in the hearth. You went inside, Albedo close on your heels, the warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace after braving the icy winds outside. The air was filled with the faint scent of parchment and the tang of alchemical reagents, a reminder of the ceaseless experimentation that filled these walls.

Albedo moved with purpose, his steps confident and measured as he navigated the space with the familiarity of someone who had spent countless hours immersed in his work. His workspace was a reflection of his meticulous nature, every tool and ingredient meticulously arranged for easy access, yet bearing the subtle marks of a creative mind at play. As he gestured towards a cluttered table littered with sketches and diagrams, his eyes alight with excitement, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, knowing that today would be nothing if not interesting.

But as time went on, the weather took a sudden turn for the worse. Dark clouds gathered overhead, blotting out the sun and casting the world below into shadow. With a rumble of thunder, the first flakes of snow began to fall, gentle at first, then growing steadily more intense. Albedo glanced out, concern furrowing his brow. The snowfall intensified rapidly, transforming the landscape into a whiteout of swirling flakes and howling winds. Despite the warmth and comfort of the workshop, a sense of unease settled over the two of you as you realized you might be snowed in.

Albedo's gaze shifted back to his workbench, his mind already calculating contingencies and possibilities. With determination in his eyes, he turned to you, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips, assuring you that you would be alright.

Taking refuge within the shelter of the workshop, you huddled together for warmth, your hearts pounding in unison with the rhythm of the storm outside. Albedo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you watched the snow fall in a mesmerizing blur beyond the mouth of your sanctuary.

As the hours passed and the storm raged on, you and Albedo remained nestled within the workshop, sharing stories and laughter to chase away the cold. And as the last of the snowflakes fell from the sky and the storm finally began to wane, you emerged from your hiding place, hand in hand, ready to go back to the warm confines of your home back in Mondstadt.

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