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shimmering-star · 4 months

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THE ART FROM THE HEART

☆ Navia x artist!fem!reader

☆ Genre: fluff

☆ Warnings: none! Anxious reader (?) (Men and minors dni)

Enjoy reading!

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“Stay still, or else I will make a mistake in your portrait. I don’t want to ruin it, not the look of my beloved”. You furrowed your brows, looking into each little detail on the canvas. You were a perfectionist in everything, especially when it came to the art related to your girlfriend. It felt challenging to concentrate today; lately, you became a little ball of anxiety, as your love described you. Thoughts about your upcoming art exhibition, the first one for you, made you endlessly nervous. And you wanted Navia’s portrait to be the centre of it, as she was the one who never let you down and made you keep going for all these years with her energetic spirit.

“Oh, come on, don’t be that serious about it. I’m sure it looks like a masterpiece,” – she said, coming closer to you and tapping your shoulder. Her long, golden locks were shone on the sun. Sometimes you thought that she was your only light in life — the sun that comes after the long, cold night. And the one that you never want to lose, ever.

—“Hey, are you listening, Y/N?”— she asked.

“Sorry, love, I got distracted,” - Your painting picked your gaze once again. It seems perfect, but something feels odd. The Navia on the canvas is somehow different from your beloved, which doesn’t make any sense. “I’m sorry; I think I would need to redo it or add some details. Can you please— “She didn’t let you finish; her gloved finger gently landed on your lips.

“Shush, my flower. I’m sorry that I’m about to turn down your request, but you should rest now. Your creation is more than perfect for me. I’ll definitely put it into the frame later, but if you are not sure, let's go unwind? We’re on a date after all; I need to drag you out of your troubled mind sometimes,” – she said, patting your head. Of course, you couldn’t argue with your girlfriend. Plus, persuading Navia was nearly impossible even for you. “Sure thing” — you replied as she took your hand. Your fingers intertwined immediately, and you felt your tangled worries were slowly washing away.

Navia was telling you something, but you couldn’t concentrate. You were else were, watching the way she moved so gracefully, like the petal of the rose on a wind. Suddenly, everything disappeared as you felt her hands covering your eyes.

“H-huh? What is going on?”

“No need to worry; l’m just brining you to the place where are we going to have our date.”

“Weren’t we already on a date?” This question received no answer. As you walked forward together, you felt a sudden feeling of being loved. Her soft hands warming face, the aroma of her perfume enveloping you, like an invisible cloak, brining you comfort. “We are here!” — she happily exclaimed.

When you opened your eyes, a scene from the finest landscape painting greeted you — a picnic on a shore. A big basket with the fresh bread stood in the middle of the blanket, surrounded by other tasty dishes. Desserts caught your eye; they were all yours and Navia’s favourites. The view from here was magnificent—a city below and plains and forests of Fountain beyond. Right above you, you noticed some cutesy birds that seemed like they were inviting you both to sit down.

“Surprise! Do you like that?”

“Yes, I do, very much,”- you said. You should have seen yourself smiling this moment. Your lips reaching from ear to ear. “Oh, love, you really have should just told me, we could organise it together and— “

“I wanted to surprise you. Come on, sit down,” — she said, making you settle on the blanket.

For the next hour you both were happily talked about this and that, savouring the desserts, you found out were cooked by your beloved.

“They are so tasty Navia! Hundreds of thanks to you, love.”

“My flower, no need to thank me that much; I just wanted to spend some time with you. Oh, look at me...” You raised your eyes towards hers. She gently took your chin, swiping a cream from a dessert with her thumb.

“That’s better, “— she said, not quick to let go. Her gentle finger brushed your lip, admiration and care evident in her eyes. She bit her lip. Red as a tomato, you felt her passionately dive in for a kiss. You returned it that exact second, lost in that moment of passion. The kiss tasted like vanilla from macarons. Your fingers ran through her silky hair, trying to get even closer to her. The minute felt infinite, but soon you ran out of breath. No one was saying anything, while you were trying to catch your breaths. After a moment of silence, her happy giggle rang in your ears: “You are so cute when you are that blushed.” Your beloved gently picked a blossom and put it behind your ear. “Y/n, you are pretty as this flower, no... even more beautiful than it” Navia giggled once again, making you smile wider.”

After a long time of being engaged in various activities, both exhausted, you collapse onto the blanket. Your head rests on her soft thighs, and the soothing patting nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Y/n?” — she asks.

“Yes?” – you respond, not bothering to open your eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

“What!?” Startled, you lift your head from her legs, sitting there in disbelief as the proposal sinks in your mind. “You mean it?” You felt heat rising to your cheeks once again, while Navia remained silent. Instead, she presents you a small black box, containing a beautiful gold ring with a carved rose on it. You didn’t answer anything, but with overwhelming feelings, you leaned and kissed her once again, showing her your acceptance.

“Of course.”

You love Navia — for her character, charisma, quirks and her radiating presence. The rest of the evening you both spend cuddling together under the soft blanket, witnessing the dawn and being ready to greet the night and a new coming day full of adventures together after that. As the dusk was gathering, you realise your artwork has been missing your own emotions, the way you saw Navia. And now you are ready to show this on your painting.

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Happy new year everyone!

#genshin impact #navia x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #navia x you #fluff

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writingduhh · 5 months

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Jschlatt || Gingerbread Houses

Sorry I didn’t know how to ends this! Hope you enjoy!

Paring: Jschlatt X Y/n

Type: Fluff

Your laughter bubbled as you watched Schlatt's valiant struggle with the gingerbread walls.

“How do you even get yours to stand up?!” Schlatt growls, eyeing your flawless upright gingerbread walls.

"Here, let me help you," you said, gently taking one of his misshapen pieces and expertly securing it in place. "See? Easy."

Schlatt grumbled playfully, "I don't need your charity, Y/N." Yet, his eyes betrayed a hint of gratitude.

Every Christmas, you and Schlatt engaged in a gingerbread house building contest, but this wasn't your typical competition. Instead of relying on store-bought kits, both of you took it up a notch by baking everything from scratch—gingerbread cookies, frosting, and even crafting other desserts for the perfect decorations.

Together, you continued to build your gingerbread havens side by side, the scent of spices and the warmth of the oven creating a festive and romantic atmosphere.

As the houses started to take shape, you couldn't help but notice him stealing glances, exchanging knowing smiles. The kitchen, now adorned with flour-dusted surfaces and the delightful mess of decorating supplies, housed your newly constructed gingerbread houses.

"I swear, you definitely cheated," Schlatt remarked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Nope, it just takes a certain level of finesse," you playfully remark, adding the finishing touches to your gingerbread masterpiece.

Schlatt eyed your creation with a mix of admiration and mock frustration. Then he glanced at his half collapsed house, smothered in frosting and various candy pieces sticking out.

"Maybe I'll just stick to store-bought next year."

“Come on J, yours looks … Good! Where is your Christmas spirit?

In response, Schlatt dipped his fingers into the bowl of frosting, a devious glint in his eye.

"Oh, I've got holiday spirit right here," he declared, smearing a streak of frosting on your cheek.

Your eyes widened in surprise before erupting into laughter.

"Is that how it is, huh?" you chuckled, retaliating with a gentle flick of frosting onto his nose.

The kitchen turned into a battlefield of sweetness as a frosting fight ensued, laughter echoed through the festive chaos. The two of ran around the counter, taking whatever you could grab as a weapon. You managed to get ahold of the green icing while schlatt held the red.

“Y/n, just put the piping bag down and we’ll call it a draw” Schlatt persuaded, holding the piping bag in one hand as the other reached out for a handshake.

“Deal.” You hesitantly agreed, slowly reaching out your hand.

Before you knew it he had pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, smearing one last stripe of red frosting across your nose.

“Hey! You said truce!”

“I did! Starting now.” He smirked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You taste like frosting.”

“Maybe because my face is covered in frosting.” You sarcastically remark.

“Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just stay still.” He says grabbing your face before licking your cheek.

“Did you just LICK me?!” You gag, wiping the saliva off your face.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help!” He says defensively putting his hands in the air.

“Right, you’re so helpful.” You tease, kissing his cheek in return.

“So… who’s going to mop…

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #hc #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagines #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt hcs #schlatt x you #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #schlatt #ted nivison

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slytherhys · 4 months

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!

PS. I'm open to requests.

You can also find this series on AO3 - as well as all my other stories.

8th day of christmas - gingerbread house

CW: Explicit Sexual Content

No Crying Over Spilled Icing (Elriel NSFW)

Elain eyed the gingerbread house in front of her with something akin to misery. Only twenty minutes ago, when she had first taken the dough out of the oven, she had been immensely proud of herself – it had been baked to perfection, neither too dry nor too moist, with a beautiful golden-brown colouring and a smell so sweet Elain had fought herself not to eat the whole thing in one go.

Buttercream had been used to make intricate, delicate patterns on what would be the walls, as well as cute little tiles for the rooftop. Candies, too, had been used aplenty. It had looked promising. Beautiful even.

But that had been before she had realised one of the walls was cut too short – something Elain hadn’t noticed until she started setting everything together – giving the house a sort of crooked, haunted look that made it resemble more a Halloween decoration than a Solstice treat. The icing, of course, hadn’t helped either. The walls barely stuck together, and the rooftop was slowly falling to its demise. Elain watched it all unfold, unblinking.

A great architect Elain did not make.

When she had first told Feyre she’d be bringing her own gingerbread house – and not one of those sets the bakery sold every Solstice – she hadn’t been expecting a building made of dessert to be so damn infuriating. She was set to leave in an hour and a half, and she doubted she had the needed time to try it all over again. She doubted she could find the will to do it in the first place.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice startled her, her eyes finally turning away from the baked mess in front of her.

“A gingerbread house.” If it could be called that. It definitely didn’t look like one.

Azriel tilted his head, eyeing the house with a stoical expression. “Are those the ones from the bakery downtown?” His eyes flickered to hers. “Cassian had mentioned how he wanted to try and build one.”

Elain huffed, suddenly affronted. “Of course not.” Maybe she should have though.

He gave her a sheepish smile. “Right. Dumb question.” He narrowed his eyes, eyeing the eyesore with curiosity. “Why is it…slanted, though?”

“Well, first the icing melted,” She explained, hating the way her voice wavered. “And then the wall on the left was too short.” Azriel nodded along as if she was making perfect sense. “And it smelled really good, so I might’ve eaten one of the windows and now it looks weird.” She dropped her eyes again. “By the cauldron, it’s barely salvageable.”

“Why not just take the side of the roof that’s slipping away? It could probably stand, even if it’d be a little crooked.”

She bristled. “Then it’ll be a gingerbread box.” He gave no indication whatsoever that this information alarmed him. “Az, no one wants to eat a gingerbread box.”

Azriel smirked. As if it were funny. “Calm down, princess.” He looked at the mess in front of them, going around the counter so he could stand by her side. “We can fix this.” He said, and Elain watched from the corner of her eyes as he came to stand right behind her instead, his arms going around her as he reached for the gingerbread in front of her.

“What are you doing?” She gasped.

“Why, helping you, of course.”

She highly doubted he was that innocent. His scent surrounded her, the heat from his body resting upon her skin as a gentle caress. It was all Elain could do to keep her eyes open, to follow his hands as he gently studied her creation. She could hear his steady breathing, quickly realising just how close he was to her. His lips were by her ear, his front pressing against her back every so often.

“Maybe we could do a tent instead?”

Elain frowned at the suggestion. It could work, even if it felt lazy to do so. She felt his hands on her hips, caressing her as she mumbled, “I suppose so.”

He seemed pleased by her quick acceptance, the feeling of his lips so faint against her skin, it was nearly unnoticeable. “Or just accept the defeat and do something else instead.”

Elain hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes, but at the sound of his lewd proposal, she snapped them open, promptly stepping closer to the counter and stepping away from him. “You’re distracting me.”

“Am I?” He stepped closer once again, pressing his nose against her neck, his lips a breath away from touching her fevered skin. “You smell good.”

Elain nearly whimpered “That’s just the gingerbread.”

He pressed his mouth against her shoulder, nibbling softly as if he couldn’t help but taste her. “I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

She turned around, ignoring her erratic breathing. “I still need to bake another batch-” She gasped as she felt his hands on her waist, raising her so she was sitting on the counter before she could finish her sentence. “Azriel, we don’t have enough time for that.” Truth be told, she was doing very little to push him away.

Azriel, of course, noticed that as well.

“I think we have more than enough time, princess.” He said, voice raspy as he stepped even closer. Elain wasn’t sure where her body ended and where his began, but as he kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, it felt like the most urgent thing that he stepped even closer.

Elain nearly whimpered as he pulled away, panting as he grabbed the hem of her skirts, pulling them up at an agonising speed.

Elain, however, wasn’t to be deterred. “Someone’s cocky.” She said, far too breathy for it to mean much.

He raised an eyebrow, scarred hands trailing up her legs. “Is that a challenge princess?”

Elain ignored the goosebumps raising all over her skin, ignored the craving that seemed to throb with her every heartbeat. “If you’re up for it.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” A smirk was all the warning she got before Azriel pressed his face between her legs. Elain cried out, mindless with want. Her legs quickly wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him closer to her at the first touch of his tongue against her center. She was vaguely aware of leaning back on her hands, accidentally spilling what remained of the icing on the counter.

She couldn’t bring herself to care – she reached for his hair with her other hand, moaning as he devoured her. He moaned her name against her core as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He was a man starved, licking her, and fucking her with his tongue as if this was both the first and the last time he ever got to do this. The feeling of his large, scarred hands pulling her thighs apart, the scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin, it was all too much. Azriel had barely pushed a finger inside her before Elain was tumbling over the edge, his name on her lips as she bucked against his mouth over and over and over again.

“Sweetest fucking thing in the world.” He growled, more to himself than to her. He was panting, eyes dark as he took her in. She probably looked like a mess, panting, hands covered in icing, legs opened in a lewd display of her arousal. Elain felt herself blush under his scrutiny, but any embarrassment quickly faded as he took her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. “Turn around, princess.” He mumbled against her lips, helping her get down from the counter before lightly slapping her ass. “We’re on a schedule.”

Funnily enough, that was the furthest thing from her mind. Nothing mattered – not the party, not the spilled icing, not even the gingerbread house that had somehow ended up splattered on the kitchen floor. There was nothing but him. Not as he pushed inside her, his length stretching her as if it were their very first time together. Her every nerve-ending was on fire, her body craving him even as he filled her again and again. There were only the sounds he made as he rutted into her, the gentleness in his hands as he pulled her by her hair, the wantonness in the way he kissed her.

“You’re making such a mess, princess.” He panted against her ear, pulling down her corset, his hands quickly grabbing into her bare tits.

“Please.”

“Are you close?” Elain could do nothing but nod. He had barely pulled out of her when she was being turned around, her eyes quickly finding his as he pushed back inside in one swift move, as if he had never left. “I need to see you when you come.” And then he was wrapping her leg over his hip, filling her even deeper.

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, nibbling on the sensitive skin as his cock kept pounding into her. The feel of his mouth, of his cock… All Elain could do was scream out his name as she crashed, coming around his cock just as he spilled into her.

“Fuck.” He panted, hips still bucking against her.

Elain giggled, high on his touch. “Think I still have time to bake something?” She asked, shamelessly pressing her lips to his chest, his throat, his lips, taking them between her teeth and pulling gently. He hissed.

“Not if you keep doing that.” His gaze roved over her before finally settling on her eyes with a mischievous glint. “And I don’t think that gingerbread cake is salvageable anymore.”

Elain supposed not, but she wasn’t a quitter.

In no time – and with a lot of effort – Elain was kicking Azriel out of the kitchen, scrubbing every nook and cranny of the counter and busying herself with something else. Something quick that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

Or so she had hoped.

“Where’s the gingerbread house?” Feyre asked only a few minutes later, eyeing the plain gingerbread cookies Elain had managed to bake in the measly thirty minutes she had been left with. Azriel, at Feyre’s question, gave Elain a heated stare, a smirk blooming on his lips as he casually strolled into the living room without a care in the world. Elain felt her cheeks heat up, pointedly ignoring her sister’s knowing smile. “Had a change of heart?”

Elain cleared her throat, squaring her shoulders as she made her way to the kitchen. “Sure,” she said. “let’s call it that.”

#elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #azriel #elain x azriel #pro elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #christmas fic #gingerbread house #feyre archeron #12 days of christmas acotar edition #christmas stories #christmas #happy solstice #christmas prompts #my writing

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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have u ever thought of hunting dogs best boys as fathers? I've been on a baby fever ever since i gave it a thought ☹️

oh my god… okay here we go…

tecchou:

- he would absolutely want kids with you. at least two

- tecchou is definitely the one to get up in the middle of the night when your newborn baby starts crying for dear life. every, single, time. he wants you to be able to get as much rest as you can!

- would push the stroller for you, carry the bucket, the diaper bag, everything. he wouldn’t let you lift a single finger.

- he would enjoy coloring with your child, finger painting and crafts are a must!

- you’re always cleaning up after your two babies… one of those babies being your husband, tecchou, of course.

- they would both come up to you, showing off their beautiful, messy, sparkly creations with their fingers completely covered in paint and glitter glue

- you know that iconic picture of Chris Hemsworth holding up his son by just his leg, letting the kid straight up dangle head first?? yeah tecchou would do that

- he would run around with your kids constantly, playing hide and seek, tag you name it.

- if your child was into after school activities you can bet your ass he’ll be there. at every event, every parent meeting, everything.

- would probably sign up to be your child’s coach too if they participated in sports!

- let’s say you had a daughter… your child would definitely be a daddy’s girl

- would go to every father daughter dance, have tea parties with stuffed animals, let her put bows in his hair, and paint his nails. he would even let your child put makeup on him too if they were feeling artistic!

- and he wouldn’t mind one bit. i think tecchou would love the attention from your little girl!

jouno:

- oh boy. now this is a whole different situation.

- jouno would be very hesitant about having children

- he would however enjoy the act of conceiving though (;

- a crying baby would not be good for him at all, not to mention all the bodily fluids… yeah it would take a ton of convincing

- but, if he really, and i mean really, loves you then he would want to start a family with you after a good long while

- jouno would talk a big game about how he wouldnt get overly emotional when your child finally arrived in this world. claiming that it wasn’t “that big of a deal” and he would just be “happy to get it over with”

- but the second he holds his child in his arms? oh he’s in love all over again, only this time with your baby!

- definitely shed a tear but he denies that ever happening.

- i actually think jouno would be a gentle parent.

- he would explain things in great detail to your kid, if they made a mistake or did something they shouldn’t have done he would have a surprising amount of patience for them.

- jouno would pull them into his lap and let them know that what they did was bad, and how they should react / ask for help the next time it happens. all while doing his best to put it into small words for your child to understand

- the sight alone would melt your heart, who knew he would be such a softie with your child in this way?

- oh he would spoil them rotten with desserts and treats! little cakes in the shape of a heart, cat shaped cookies, bunny apples, you name it.

- he enjoys hearing the pure joy erupt from your child, the small pitter patter of their heart as they happily enjoy his creations!

i literally whipped this up in ten minutes, so i do apologize if there are some errors in punctuation and whatnot!!

#suehiro tecchou #tecchou suehiro #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #tecchou suehiro x reader #jouno saigiku x reader

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 8 months

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Just Another Day

Hey uhh… I’m not sure if my ask is mighty enough for the god of writing requests to see it but could you write a fic where everyone forgets or is too busy for Roman’s birthday? I’m totally not projecting… but the only way I know how to cope is to hurt my boy, bonus points if it doesn’t end with a surprise party – anon

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Warnings: roman's birthday is forgotten and janus and virgil are kinda dicks

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3272

That's the funny thing about birthdays, isn't it?

To everyone else, it's just another day.

Roman wakes up, a smile already forming on his face.

Happy birthday, he thinks as he sits up, patting the red comforter and pillows, happy birthday!

After all, these are his creations, it's only fair that he wishes them a happy birthday as well. Although, he supposes technically their birthday would be when he created them, but it's just easier and more fun if they all celebrate together, right?

He quickly goes through his morning routine, putting on his prince costume and going to his makeup box. What does he feel like today, of all days, should he do the gold sparkle or the red sparkle? Or—oh, even better! The red sparkly as eye shadow and the gold sparkle as an enhancement to his blush! Yes, he's gotten a brand-new blush just for today, Virgil helped him pick it out, he can take a little bit of the gold shimmer and dust it over the top.

He can't stop grinning at himself in the mirror, oh, yes, he will be doing this look more often. He strikes his signature pose and—perfect!

A quick run-through of his fingers and his hair is artfully tousled, double-check that everything on his costume is right, and he's ready to go!

Oh, what is it they'll be preparing? A family breakfast? He does like getting to see everyone in the morning, maybe they'll all be down there already? Or a trip to the Imagination, he may or may not have been brushing up on some of the places he knows all of them love for just such an occasion. Or maybe they'll be baking! He hasn't had homemade desserts in forever, and now that he's started thinking about it, he can't get the taste of fresh chocolate chip cookies out of his head, or fresh flaky biscuits, or lemon bars…

Oh, he's made himself quite hungry.

As he strides to his door, he catches sight of his wide smile in the mirror.

"Happy birthday," he whispers to his reflection, and closes the door behind him.

***

He quickly rules out a family breakfast together, because the only one downstairs when he reaches the kitchen is Patton.

"Good morning!"

"Oh, goodness!" Patton startles, nearly dropping the spatula he's holding. "Roman, don't do that!"

"Sorry, dear Patton-cake," he says, swooping in to kiss his cheek, "just excited this morning!"

"I can see that."

Some part of Roman registers that Patton sounds far more annoyed than he does endeared, but it's lost in the tidal wave of it's my birthday! "What's on the menu this morning, Pat?"

"Well, I'm making an omelet." Sure enough, the eggy-cheesy-vegetable-y mess in the pan goes splat as Patton flips it over. "I don't know what you're going to have."

Oh. "I don't…really like omelets."

"I know, that's why this isn't for you."

Well, that definitely rules out breakfast. "Never fear! I will devise something else as equally delicious to me to have!"

Only with all of their eggs going into the omelet, there won't be enough left to bake anything else. Unless they've gotten more eggs in between last night when he checked the fridge and this morning, but he doubts it.

"Toast," he says triumphantly as Patton plates his omelet and—goes to leave the kitchen? "The breakfast of champions."

Yeah, Patton barely glances over his shoulder as he leaves, calling out: "Sure is, kiddo, good for you."

Roman frowns as Patton vanishes to the living room, hearing the tell-tale clink of the plate against the table as Patton sits down for his own breakfast. He looks back at the toaster, with its two slices of unassuming bread that are—smoking?

"Shit," he mutters, under his breath so Patton won't hear him, hitting the button and wincing as the two shriveled black husks pop up. He grabs a paper towel and disposes them, before deciding that it's his birthday, he can conjure up an English muffin to toast if he wants to.

"Roman," Patton calls just as he goes to toast it, "you're not summoning food in there, are you?"

"But—"

"We have rules about that, kiddo, you remember what happened last time."

"But it's just an English muffin, and my toast got—"

"Rules are rules, kiddo, it's not fair to everyone else if you get to break it. Besides, I know we have more bread."

But it's my birthday, he wants to say, but he can hear that Patton's already made his mind up, so he sighs and throws the English muffin out too. Oh, well, he'll just have to make sure these slices don't burn.

Chin up, he tells himself as he plates his slightly-less burned toast, it's still my birthday!

***

Trip to the Imagination is also quickly ruled out when Patton is long gone and no one else has arrived downstairs. That's…well, that's not great, but it is okay; he manages to watch a few of the videos he's been meaning to for a while before he gets up and goes in search of someone else.

Logan, maybe, what about Logan?

With another smile growing on his face, he bounds up the stairs. Oh, they could have a brainstorm! They could bounce ideas off each other just like they used to, they could spend the day watching one of the shows they'd been meaning to watch and critique it—there was this new movie that came out just a few weeks ago that they'd both said related to their individual projects—

By the time he reaches the outside of Logan's door, he's practically vibrating with excitement. He knocks—shave and a haircut, two bits—and waits, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Yes?"

"Logan!"

He thinks he hears Logan sigh but that must just be his chair or his notebook or something. "What is it, Roman, I'm in the middle of something."

"Oh. I, um, I had a question."

"Well, there's no use yelling through the door."

Is that—was that an invitation to come in? He can never tell with Logan anymore. "Can I come in?"

"That was the implication of what I just said, wasn't it?"

Roman carefully opens the door, smiling when Logan looks up—only for it to dim a moment later when Logan looks far more irritated than he'd expected. "Um—hi."

"What's the question?"

"There's, um, that movie that we were talking about came out a few weeks ago."

"That doesn't sound like a question."

"I was wondering if you—if you wanted to watch it?"

"For movie night?"

"N-no, just—just us. I miss talking about things with you."

"You do?" Logan eyes him skeptically over his glasses—his skepticles, Roman calls them in his head and fights not to laugh at his own joke. "When, next week?"

"I was, um, hoping we could do it today?"

Logan sighs, and it's definitely unmistakably a sigh this time, and turns back to his desk. "Roman, I'm busy today. We'll have to work it out later."

"But I—"

"No, Roman. We can watch something tonight at movie night, but I'm afraid I don't have time right now."

"…okay."

Roman closes Logan's door and sighs. Well, that's okay. He can hardly expect Logan to want to change his schedule for him, and he'd thought—well, he was mistaken about whether or not Logan was going to be part of the birthday morning. He'll see him this evening, like he said! That's gonna be really fun.

…really fun.

***

He runs into Janus and Virgil in the hallway and they both burst out laughing.

He blinks, caught off-guard, a small smile forming on his face as he tries to get the joke, only for Janus to look at him again and he only laughs harder.

"Oh, god, thank you, Princey," Virgil gasps, leaning against the wall for support, "I needed that."

"Needed…what?"

"That." Virgil gestures to his face. "You're funnier than we give you credit for, that's—whoa, that's great."

Janus, who is still laughing, just manages to say the words 'glitter clown' before he's off again, nearly sliding down the wall with how hard he's laughing.

Oh.

A sick feeling starts twisting in Roman's stomach as they both start to come down from their laughter, still giggling. Virgil flaps a hand at him.

"You gotta warn me before you do something like that, man, I almost broke a rib."

"Have you been taking lessons from Remus?" A different hurt lances through him at Janus's words. "That's terrifying."

"How did you even do that, did you just shove your face into a bunch of glitter?"

"No."

"What," Janus laughs again, and it's not meant to be cruel—he hopes it's not meant to be cruel but it hurts worse than it did before, "did you wake up and decide to smear glitter all over your face for no reason?"

Then they realize he's not laughing.

"Oh," Janus says first, trying and failing miserably at keeping a straight face—and not just for the obvious reason— "oh, um…did you—did it not come off?"

"Yeah, did you, like, try and wash it off and then it stained? That can happen with some of the less expensive brands—"

"I know that."

"Shit, uh, yeah, I know." Virgil scratches the back of his head. "I, uh, I've got some more heavy-duty makeup remover if you wanna try it—"

"It's fine."

"No, no, I'm sorry, Princey, I shouldn't have laughed so much, I know it was a mistake—" Virgil reaches for him— "lemme help you get it off—"

"It's fine," he mutters through gritted teeth and pushes past them. He doesn't even make it out of earshot before he hears them start laughing again.

He bursts back into his room and storms to the bathroom, ignoring the burning in his face as he fumbles blindly for his makeup remover—which is plenty strong, thank you very much—and scrubs at his face until the cotton pads fall apart. His prince costume is quickly soaked as he splashes water across his face, dripping down his neck and arms to the cuffs and collar. He keeps going, not minding how raw his face starts to feel, not until he knows for damn sure that every little speck of glitter is gone.

Screw them.

It's his birthday, and if they're all going to be absolute jackwagons then he's going to go into the Imagination and enjoy himself all on his own.

***

When he gets downstairs for movie night and sees them all there, looking at him, for one second, he thinks it might be a surprise party.

Then Logan adjusts his glasses and says: "Roman. You're late."

That last little ember of hope in his chest splutters and dies.

"Sorry," he mumbles, slinking over to the empty spot on the far side of the mattress and taking a pillow, "got distracted in the Imagination."

"Hey, at least you got all that glitter off you."

"Oh, good, I was wondering what that was about."

He wraps his arms around the pillow and tries not to think about how cold to the touch it is. "Yeah."

"Alright," Remus says, clapping his hands, "movie time!"

"What are we watching," Virgil asks, grabbing the remote and beginning to scroll through the various options, "are we going action, funny, mystery, animated…?"

Roman perks his head up a little. "Can we watch Love, Simon?"

"We've already seen that, Princey."

"Yeah, but—"

"What about The Meg?" Remus nudges Logan's side. "The sequel's coming out soon and we could get ready for it!"

"Wait, is that the giant shark one?"

"Yeah!"

"I suppose that's a good idea," Logan says and Roman's grip tightens on the pillow, "to prepare. I can only imagine how ridiculous the science of the sequel is going to be."

"Oh, you and I are gonna have a field day."

Roman's chest burns. "But we've seen that one already too."

"Sequel, Ro-Bro," Remus says without even looking at him, "there's gonna be a sequel."

"You've picked a lot recently," Patton adds, giving him a scolding look, "you can let Remus choose."

"But—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "Virgil, did you find it?"

"Yep!"

The Meg starts playing.

Logan puts his arm around Remus.

Patton starts playing with Remus's hair.

Janus whispers something that makes Remus chuckle and they start doing one of their inside jokes.

Virgil looks at Remus and smiles softly.

Roman is cold.

During one of the big shark fight scenes, he puts the pillow back on the couch and sinks out.

He curls up on his bed and pulls his red comforter—heh—snugly around his chin. He catches sight of himself in the mirror and pointedly turns away.

Happy birthday, he scoffs internally as he feels the tears well up, what a stupid thing.

***

+1.

The Imagination remembered it was Roman's birthday.

Of course it did, Roman was its little prince, of course it remembered. It had been so lovely, playing with the not-so little prince again, creating a beautiful magical forest from him to explore, filled with marvelous critters and creatures alike for Roman to play with. And then a dragon, his dragon, his dragon he'd created was he was still a little prince; his dragon flew down and wished him a happy birthday in its own way, taking him flying and curling up around him on the top of the mountain, nuzzling him like he was part of its horde, which he was. But the little prince hadn't understood, hadn't known that was a happy birthday wish, and so when the little prince is crying all on his own, the Imagination takes matters into its own hands.

The door in Roman's room eases open, a soft twinkling sound waking him from his tear-induced dozing. He blinks, brow furrowing at the sight of it, before stumbling from the bed to the gentle light coming from within.

He pushes it open to see the resplendent tree, glimmering and glistening with a single swing hanging from a low branch. All around it spin galaxies, nebulas, cosmic wonders in an inky-purple sea of open sky. His breath leaves him in a rush and the Imagination coaxes him closer.

For you, it whispers as its little prince sits on the swing, marveling at the cosmos around him, all for you, little one, happy birthday.

It dries Roman's tears with soft, warm breeze, the tree branch beginning to gently swing him back and forth. The stars twinkle, the skies fill, and oh, that's better—Roman starts to smile.

All too soon, however, it starts to fade again and the Imagination rushes back—what's the matter, little prince, what's wrong? It's your birthday, you shall want for nothing, what do you need?

It carefully pokes and tests the various emotions radiation from its little prince and…ah. The little prince is lonely.

"Ro?"

Roman turns, eyes widening when he sees Remus. "Re?"

"Whoa," Remus mumbles, taking in the tree and its surrounding wonders, "this is cool as fuck, Roro."

"Um…thanks."

"Seriously, how long have you been working on this? This is—I've never seen the Imagination like this before."

The little prince fumbles for something to say and when he tugs wordlessly on the swing for help, the Imagination obliges. A tendril from higher up in the tree slowly lowers, a single red and gold sparkly cupcake nestled in its grasp. A candle burns atop it, and Roman's breath catches in his throat.

"What's that?" Remus comes up over his shoulder just as Roman reaches for the cupcake. "Whoa—wait, Roro, is it—"

Yes, the Imagination whispers.

"Ro," Remus asks, voice small and soft, "was…was today your birthday?"

"…yeah."

"Fuck," Remus bites out, before storming a few feet away and raising his voice, "we're all fucking horrible, get in here!"

"Language!"

"Remus!"

"Hey, what the hell?"

"Speak for yourself, Remus!"

"No," Remus barks, his hands on his hips as he glares at the various pajama-clad Sides in front of him, "we are all horrible because we just forgot today was Ro's birthday and we're gonna figure out some way to make it up to him!"

"Wait, fuck—"

"That was today? I thought it was next week!"

"Is that—oh, that's why you wanted to spend time with me—"

"Shit."

Roman just sits quietly, unwrapping his cupcake as the Imagination swings him gently back and forth. He seems to like the nebula just off the edge of the cliff, beneath his feet, and so it makes it sparkle a little more, clouds of cosmic dust swirling back and forth.

"Ro," Remus says as the others keep worrying, "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. You went to bed crying on your birthday and none of us noticed. I didn't notice, that's not okay." Remus ruffles his hair. "What can I do?"

"You don't have to do anything."

"But—"

"Look," Roman says, looking up at him, "I don't—having stuff happen because you guys feel bad isn't going to help. I don't want your pity. Or your groveling, whatever you want to call it. There's always next year."

"You shouldn't have to wait a whole year to do stuff you want because we were assholes," Virgil says as the rest of them come closer, "it doesn't—fuck, it doesn't have to be a birthday thing, but do you wanna…I dunno, just schedule some stuff to do with us?"

Roman shrugs.

"You sure?"

"You guys are busy," he mumbles, still toying with his cupcake, "I get it. It's just a day."

"It's not just a day," Patton says, "it's supposed to be your day. If you want to do something—"

"That didn't work out super well for me, did it?" He glances over his shoulder and back down to the cupcake. The Imagination ruffles his hair with another warm breeze. "It's okay. You guys are busy."

"I'm not," Virgil says, "I've got nothing."

"Same here," says Patton, and he hears Janus hum.

"I can spend time with you," Logan starts and Roman just laughs.

"I know for a fact that's not true."

"…it is, actually," Janus mumbles and Roman's shoulders hunch.

"I'd like to be alone, now, please."

"Roman—"

"Now."

And the Imagination obliges, shuttling all of them outside and quickly calling Roman's dragon to come and cuddle him. It comes, chuffing softly and nuzzling his hair, blowing warm air over his bare legs as it curls up next to the swing and rests its head in his lap.

"You were saying happy birthday earlier," he mumbles, stroking the ridges on its head, "weren't you?"

The dragon snuffles in confirmation, nudging the cupcake. Roman laughs, a little strangled, and takes a bite.

"Thank you."

Anything for you, the Imagination whispers as the dragon purrs, anything for you.

Remus is waiting when Roman returns to his room, sitting on his bed in his pajamas with his stuffed Kraken. He looks up when Roman enters and holds out his arms.

"Come cuddle," he says when Roman still hovers by the door, "please?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you're my bro and I love you and you look like you need a cuddle."

"…okay."

Remus is big and warm and soft, and Roman curls up in his brother's arms. The Imagination keeps the galaxies spinning outside his window, his dragon keeping watch as the two of them drift off to sleep.

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harinishivaa · 9 months

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OS 1- Sandhipom ( Iniya Kaadhal)

Arulmozhi Varman - Shekhar Natarajan

Vanathi - Aadhrija Vaidhyanathan

*****

Shekhar sighed, his head near bursting as he nursed his massive headache. He had been at the computer and going through so many papers these past few days, that everything together had just coagulated into this thrumming headache.

How was he supposed to get the rest of his mountainous work done if he could not get over this headache? He could potentially take tablets, but… hmm, would coffee and pastries help?

The more he thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him.

Maybe he should drive down to the bakery? Instead of requesting someone to get something for him.

Taking a break and going to a different place might actually help him. And the smell of all those sweets, he groaned in happiness.

It was time to take a break, definitely.

He grabbed his keys and wallet, smiling at his employees as he left, feeling his headache slowly recede, already.

Ten minutes later, he had parked outside his favourite bakery, Dewdrops of Delight. More like Dewdrops of Elixir. Despite it being his absolute favourite, he had actually never visited it before. He liked its aesthetic; it was adorable, cute and very warm and welcoming. He had never visited a bakery that simply felt right like this, and left his car, opening the door and walking in, pausing for a moment to smell the fresh pastries and baked items, the smell of rich filter coffee and the tea being brewed filling his senses.

He had no idea what to get, but knew he had to pack something for his siblings, or they would kill him.

He peered at the display, impressed that the bakery had as many Indian desserts as it had Western desserts. Who baked all these?

How did they get the time?

“Welcome to Dewdrops of Elixir! How may I help you?” A chirpy, gentle voice touched his ears, and Shekhar just wanted to melt. He looked to the counter, his eyes clashing with luminous brown eyes, wide like the fresh Lotus petals. He felt like he could see rainbow hues dancing across her orbs, singing songs of ancient stories that he did not know, but felt in the depth of his heart. He sensed that she too felt it, if her gently parted lips were any indication.

He walked to the counter, wanting to ask for her name, her number, hold her hand and get to know her, but he controlled himself.

“Hi, I am Shekhar,” he said instead, smiling into her eyes rather than looking at the name tag pinned on her chest. He could feel his heart thud and thrum, a song wanting to burst out of him.

“Hi Shekhar, I am Aadhrija,” she smiled, her voice even sweeter to him. A sudden flash of recognition filled him, and he said, “Are you not the main baker here?”

“I am indeed,” smiled Aadhrija softly. “How did you… wait, you are the one who orders the cupcakes at least once a week, leaves excessive tips, and compliments me every time you place the order?”

“Every bit of the tips, and the compliments are too little for your delightful creations,” he flirted with her, natural at it all of a sudden.

“Thank you,” she blushed red, the pink on her golden skin making her appear all the more beautiful, like a fresh morning rose, all for his eyes.

“What would you like today?” she asked softly.

He looked at her, saying, “Surprise me? Though I do need to take something back for my siblings or risk being kicked out of my house.”

She laughed, a sound that was sweeter than anything he loved. He was falling for her already, much like the romantic he openly was.

“Tell me what sort of things your siblings like? I can pack something based on that?”

He was about to answer her question, when another question caught his mind.

“Do you bake all these by yourself?” He asked softly.

“I used to, but now I do have friends who help me as well,” she smiled. “With how much I have expanded, I can’t physically do it, though I make sure to bake at least half of the things on the display everyday.”

“That is easily at least twenty items, if not more,” Shekhar exclaimed, his sharp eyes having scanned the display for only a moment. “You baked twenty one items out of forty two?”

“I may have?” She blushed red, his gaze making butterflies attack her stomach eagerly, lighting a fire in her veins.

“You are incredible,” he breathed, his eyes boring into her, his breath turning laboured at the sight of her lips unconsciously parting once more, even in silence.

“Thank you,” she bit her lip with her pearly teeth, a shy smile sprouting on her face, as she packed pastries in a large box. “For your siblings, a sample. Let me go and pack your surprise?”

“You are generous,” he smiled softly. “And they will hopefully love me forever.”

His last words were an impish declaration, though Aadhrija watched him quietly, smiling brightly, her doe eyes holding something curious, with a hint of something like nostalgia, a feeling he too felt as he watched her.

“I am sure they already do,” she blushed and walked inside, leaving a now pinked at the cheeks Shekhar, whose eyes had not left her kurta and leggings clad form.

Her beauty was still stunning him, and he knew he would never really be over it.

Maybe one day, once she is comfortable… he paused his thoughts as she approached him, with a box just as large and what seemed to be like a large cup of South Indian filter coffee.

Their fingers brushed when he took the coffee cup, jolts of electricity running through them. Their eyes met once more, both gazing at each other repeatedly, reluctant to break eye contact, or even leave each other’s presence. It was as if the attraction that existed between them magnified in those bare few minutes they had spent talking. However, the incoming customers pushed Aadhrija to return to the counter, her eyes gazing at his gently, a farewell smile, filled with apology and hope directed at him.

Shekhar melted, nodding gently. He would return to meet her, and soon.

With a new spring in his step, he left the bakery, waving back at Aadhrija before entering his car and leaving, playing his happy music playlist for the first time that week.

****

Shekhar had the most brilliant day after the meeting with Aadhrija, who he felt had already changed his life.

He had to go back and get to know her.

And his siblings were also delighted when he brought them back food, though the knowing smirk on his elder sister Vidyaa’s face made him want to whine.

Why did she always know when something had changed with him?

Shaking his head, he reached his mansion, noting the sweet little Maruti parked in the guest parking space. Was one of his sister’s friends here?

He groaned to himself.

Hopefully it was a new friend, who would not try to fall all over him. Only Nila had never done it, but she was also gone on his elder brother, and he was best friends with her, so she didn’t exactly count.

“Akka! Anna! I am home!”

He walked in, removing his shoes, calling out, “Do we have a guest?”

He peered into the living room, stopping when he saw the doe eyes that had stayed with him the whole day look at him with wide eyes.

“Aadhrija?”

******

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chris-continues · 9 months

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uhhh hi! so gonna indulge you with livio rq, but dates with livio? (any au of your choice, go nuts)

Dates w/ Livio

He’s the lead singer <3

NOTES: so because I’m biased I’m doing band au Livio (he has been on my brain a lot lately) thank you for the ask! Also I made the header on my own lmao, I couldn’t find any exactly how I wanted. If you note the pictures there are HC’s for each one hehe <3

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-a date w/ Livio most of the time means a chill hangout, preferably inside. He’s a pretty introverted guy and wants to have you to himself for a bit! The band is nice but he does like alone time with you and your shared other partners.

-I think he had the idea of a band and shyly spoke up with lyric ideas- of which he jots down in a cute mini notebook (he uses his notes app when he’s in a rush)

-in said notebook, he may or may not have done the little heart with both of your guys’ initials. Seeing your names so close makes his chest tighten and his mouth dry. Razlo teases him about this, and when Wolfwood discovers it he just simply cackles at how enamored Livio is with you.

-shyly pressing closer to you, until you’re side to side. You share headphones while he tries to compose lyrics with the sample music sent to him, tapping his thigh in thought. Ever since the band started, he’s been studying what works with what- he’s got a sense for it, practiced and cultivated.

-If you have a creative outlet yourself, dates with him where you’re body doubling and doing your own thing is absolutely amazing <3

-although if you ever want to go out, he isn’t opposed. Although he will prefer somewhere quiet- cafe dates are something you both enjoy. Shyly sharing pastries- despite his edgy appearance he’s so very soft.

-I think one thing he’d like is doing those cute couple pottery classes <3 he’s got large hands but they’re oh so gentle- making tableware for you. Later, if you’d like, he’d love to have you over at his place or go over to yours and cook with you, putting your new creations to use.

-The tableware is cute, the rim of the bowl is a bit wobbly but there are small cute designs with a lot of care put into it, or a mug, or a plate… (this becomes a new favorite date idea)

-that evolves into a cooking date^^, sometimes you just skip the pottery and cook though. Livio does order takeout from time to time, however to ensure Nico didn’t end up living off of pizza pockets and frozen garlic bread (call it an Italian special, if you will) he had to learn to cook. Which he does pretty well >:)

-a usual: pasta is something simple. He likes pesto with his pasta, but it’s fine if you don’t! Whatever you like, he will do anything to please you. He loves cooking with you, however on days where he’s noticed you look a little tired or your week has been rough (or if he just plain wants to treat you) he will suggest you sit down while he takes care of dinner.

-some dates, you end with dessert! Sometimes, he’ll make something. A personal favorite you both like is mini chocolate chip pie cookies in a ramekin with ice cream <3

-he often wears jewelry he gets from Nico, which if you’d like to wear some of his pieces he most definitely isn’t opposed to it. On some dates, you’ll thrift and he’ll shyly see something he likes for you, double check with Nico, etc. he has your sizes for clothes somewhere in his notes app <3

-overall, a date with Livio is a comforting, healing experience and never fails to disappoint. He’s so soft and gentle that he’s never unpleasant or tiring, and always cares for you and your needs- whether it be supporting your creative efforts, gifting you something small, or cooking with him/him cooking for you, it’s absolutely wonderful.

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ilbenmalpensanteus · 7 months

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Hi! Another day, another drabble.

Today’s prompt is Living together // By my side. This story will have a part two and it’s another original work by me and @mixu.

You can follow this ff (and others of our creations) on Ao3.

Enjoy ✨

A vote of everlasting love

Sasuke released a sigh of relief as soon as the credits started rolling on the screen.

He enjoyed whatever they did together — just being by Naruto’s side was enough — but the obnoxious movie had been, for some reason that escaped his understanding, almost a torture to watch.

“Best movie ever!” Naruto giggled as he stretched on the sofa and turned to Sasuke.

“You can’t be serious.” Sasuke grimaced, disgusted.

Naruto pinned him with a severe stare. “Dead serious, teme.”

“Why?”

“Why? Why?” Naruto squeaked in disbelief. “What’s not to like about it? That movie is basically our story!”

Sasuke blinked slowly. “Exactly which part of that cheesy, generic princess story is remotely related to us?”

“Like, everything, duh!” The dobe emphasized his point with an annoyed head movement.

“Naruto, it’s not our story just because the main couple matches our physical features.”

“Hah! Of course, I know that!” The blonde turned further to better look at him. “You are princess Odette, and I’m prince Derek, obviously.” He signaled between the two of them.

Sasuke’s mind went blank, for a moment. “Now, you’ve completely lost me, dobe.”

Naruto cocked his head — something that he usually found endearing, but not now — and looked at him stupidly.

“You really don’t see it?”

“I’m starting to wonder if we saw the same movie.” Sasuke shook his head and moved to stand up, but Naruto dragged him back onto the couch, almost onto his lap. “What the hell, usuratonkachi?”

“We are not moving until you embrace the truth.” The Dobe declared, clinging onto Sasuke like an exasperating koala.

“There’s nothing to embrace.” He struggled on the blonde’s hold. “Let me go. Don’t you want dinner?” Sasuke craned his neck to better look at Naruto.

“I want you to open your eyes to the truth.” The idiot said ominously.

“Dobe, you’re giving the story way too much credit.”

“Wanna bet?” Naruto smiled, alluringly close to his mouth — the cunning blonde was definitely trying to distract him.

Sasuke lifted his stare into Naruto’s eyes. “What are we betting?” He acquiesced, deciding humoring the idiot was the fastest way to get dinner and dessert.

“Whoever wins gets a request from the other. No restrictions.”

Sasuke raised a brow. “Very well, prepare to never eat cup ramen again.”

He would never actually deprive Naruto of ramen, but a month of suffering seemed like fair payback for making him waste his time.

“You’re on!” The idiot finally let go of him.

Sasuke sighed, making himself comfortable on the couch. “Go ahead.”

Naruto raised his index finger. “Princess Odette — that’s you — was kidnapped by a creepy old man with questionable abilities, who also had put a curse on her.” He raised a second finger. “Prince Derek,” He paused to point at himself, causing Sasuke to snort. “Made a vow to rescue her no matter what, and remained firm even when everyone told him to give up.”

He squirmed under his clothes, but refused to give in. “That’s like two coincidences and-”

“They were sworn enemies as children.”

“Okay, but-”

“They come from important families, and isn’t the Hokage kind of a king?” Naruto kept raising fingers and shoved them in front of Sasuke’s face.

“You’re not even Hokage yet,” Sasuke huffed.

“I didn’t give you jewelry- but there’s the hitaiate.”

“Na-”

“Not to mention that the princess kept asking what else? like a certain bastard with his why? why? why?” He parroted.

“Tch, it’s only fair to want some confirmation when the other party is a proven moron.” Sasuke pouted and looked away.

“So you can relate to the princess.”

Fuck! Sasuke realized his mistake way too late.

“I still think we’re better.” He side-glanced at Naruto.

“But you agree on the parallels.” The idiot nodded, amusement clear in his eyes.

“Fine,” he groaned painstakingly, but the way the dobe grinned was worth the defeat.

“What do you want?” Sasuke was, admittedly, mildly concerned when Naruto’s blue eyes shone with mischief for a second.

“I’ll let you know when I make up my mind.” The blonde bit his lower lip and strode — humming the movie's musical theme, the moron — towards their kitchen.

Sasuke sighed, shaking his head and following the dobe, who was already fishing for ingredients in their fridge.

That night, as they laid face to face on their bed — in their room, in their house — and Naruto directed him a sleepy smile, the last verse of the song came to his mind.

“And with your love I’ll never be alone.”

Maybe the movie isn’t so bad, after all, Sasuke thought right before falling asleep.

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Stirring the pot

Rowaelin month day 11: Work rivals @rowaelinscourt

Stirring the pot

It all had started, when celebrity chef Rowan Whitethorn had joined the kitchen staff as a sous chef. Aelin had been running the kitchen for years under immense pressure, coming up with the most incredible menus for each day, and never even thinking someone might come in and change things up. Here change was, in the form of a gorgeous arrogant bastard. The restaurant owner Maeve wanted a change of pace, only the gods knowing why. Aelin was pissed about the decision, but ever the professional, as the head chef she did her best to continue working the kitchen, creating magnificent dishes and leading the kitchen with her iron grip.

Honestly, working with Rowan Whitethorn of all people wouldn’t be a bad thing, if it weren’t for the fact that he was arrogant and thought he walked on water. Until one of her chefs had changed the recipe for her special lemon sauce, that was supposed to go with the cod she’d specifically gotten that day for the baked lemon garlic cod that was going to be the special of the day. Apparently, chef Whitethorn had an idea to change her menu a bit, forgetting to mention it to Aelin. At that point, she prompty walked out of the kitchen to Maeve’s office, where she was informed that Rowan Whitethorn brings a certain reputation to the restaurant and should have his signature dishes made more often.

It was obvious Aelin was perpetually mad. She had made the kitchen to what it currently was, her skills and dishes bringing the level of the restaurant higher, making it a very popular place in the city. And Rowan Whitethorn with his perfect looks and amazing skills coming in ruining her creation did not belong in her daily plans.

After that one recipe change, it was expected for Rowan to choose one dish for every menu from his signature recipes – usually they just happened to be a new variation of one of Aelin’s special dishes, or somehow unfitting the entire menu, creating more work for Aelin to change things up again. Day after day it was the same. Every single time Aelin tried to talk about it to Maeve, her complaints were promptly swept under the carpet.

Aelin felt her position as the head chef wasn’t respected. The staff was supposed to work under her instructions, but celebrity chef Rowan somehow had come sweeping in as the second-in-command and her honest work seemed to be for nothing. It was supposed to be an honor to work with her, as Aelin was a very well-known skilled chef in the restaurant industry.

She felt threatened. Did Maeve bring Rowan in so it would be easier to kick her out? Had she done something to make this happen?

One day she had reached her breaking point. She had been working on her favorite dessert, a layered chocolate mousse, when she found out that her specially ordered chocolate truffles were gone – one of the chefs had taken them per Rowan’s orders and now they were a part of a chocolate truffle raspberry cheesecake. And definitely not on Aelin’s menu that day. She had had enough.

Feeling disrespected and down, she didn’t even finish her mousse. What was the point, as it was missing one of the key components. Seeing Rowan laughing with her kitchen staff, she saw red. And in the blink of an eye her unfinished mousse was sliding down Rowan Whitethorn’s perfect silver hair.

The man looked shocked, slowly turning around to look at the perpetrator. His gorgeous green eyes focusing on none other than Aelin. He couldn’t have anticipated Aelin to do something so childish, but there it was.

“What?” he couldn’t even form a coherent question; he was genuinely stunned.

“I’ve had enough! My chocolate truffles! I had specially ordered them for my signature layered mousse, but do you respect my menus? NO! I’ve given you leeway, changed my menus so many times and given you a chance to add your dishes to the menu, but for some reason you just love to test my patience!” Aelin stomped her foot like an angry toddler before swiftly exiting the kitchen and going outside.

After cooling down for a while, she was feeling a bit embarrassed of her outburst. She knew she had trained the kitchen staff to work well even without her present at all times, but still she usually preferred to make sure everything was going perfectly. Now, however, she was sitting outside with her back against the wall, pondering if her life truly made her happy. Maybe it was time to change things up a bit. Maybe she could open the restaurant she had always dreamt of opening, instead of running someone else’s business.

The door opened, and someone joined Aelin on the ground. She didn’t raise her gaze, she was so lost in her thoughts. A lone tear slipped down her cheek.

“Look I’m sorry about the truffles. I didn’t realise they were yours, one of the chefs just brought them to me after I mentioned I’d like to make my truffle berry cheesecake,” Rowan began. It was the first time Aelin heard him speak with a gentle voice. Usually his tone exuded a bit of arrogance, which of course just added to Aelin’s irritation.

“The truffles were just the tip of the iceberg, Mr Whitethorn,” Aelin stated coolly.

“Rowan, please. And what do you mean?” His brows scrunched up in confusion.

“Like you don’t know what you’ve been doing! Coming up with dishes that don’t fit my menus, creating new variations of MY dishes. The disrespect, no one listens to my instructions anymore! What am I, air? I thought it was supposed to be my kitchen but I’ve been swept under the carpet. Maybe Maeve truly is letting me go,” she said with a dejected voice.

“What? I thought- this is not- I don’t know what to say, I thought you knew?” Rowan’s words shocked Aelin. Wait, he knew she was going to be fired? And he played with her in her kitchen like that all these weeks? Well, apparently not her kitchen anymore.

The anger came back doubled, making Aelin stand up.

“YOU KNEW? You knew I was going to be fired and you just toyed with me, disregarded my decisions and made me a laughingstock as a head chef?” Aelin yelled. Rowan had gotten up too and looked at Aelin with wide eyes.

“Fired? What? NO! Maeve is about to step away from the business entirely and is looking to hand the ownership over,” he stated.

“So, you’re here to essentially become my boss? So much better, wow,” the words coming out her mouth were dripping in sarcasm.

“You don’t understand, it’s not me she wants to take over! Well, in a way it is. She wants me to take your position,” Rowan tried to explain, but Aelin was just getting madder at him. She was now up in his face, almost seething.

“You mean to tell me that my boss is about to leave the business, and I’m losing my position? I get it, everyone else knew, that’s why the blatant disrespect at all times-,“ she began before being interrupted.

“Maeve wants you to take over the business side, and me as the head chef. She wanted me to bring in some of my dished in to make the transfer smoother, and as for the variations of your dishes, well… I’ve always admired you as a chef and thought you were a culinary genius. I honestly did not realise you’d think of it as disrespect, I just wanted to show off a little for you – kind of as a sign of respect, really. I’m so sorry, and I won’t do it again, I promise. It’s just… Well, I- I’ve really enjoyed working with you,” Rowan explained.

Aelin stared at him in shock, with her mouth open and eyes blinking. No other reaction.

“Say something, please,” Rowan pleaded.

“And here I was ready to hand in my resignation,” Aelin said with the shock still in her voice. Rowan chuckled.

“Please don’t. Your kitchen is the best one I’ve worked at, and I’ve worked at quite a few. You’re a genius when it comes to food, and I love to watch you work. The way your eyebrows slightly scrunch up when you focus on something, the small smile that graces your lips when you taste something you like. Trust me, there is no disrespect from my side, only admiration,” he smiled at her. Aelin once again looked absolutely stunned. Something fluttered in her stomach. He’d noticed such tiny details about her – when was he looking at her? He was always surrounded by his fan club in the kitchen.

“Well- I- I suppose-,” Aelin blabbered as she realised just how close they were standing. She swallowed. She’d have to just lean in a bit and they’d- no. She shouldn’t think like that. She was a professional.

Aelin was about to take a step back when she felt arms surround her. Rowan was looking deep into her eyes and suddenly the hatred she had felt was forgotten, leaving only the tension between them. Tension that had been there since day one, but Aelin had thought it was simply anger.

He really has beautiful eyes, Aelin thought just a moment before she felt his lips on hers. A brief kiss that left her wanting more, but also her mind jumbled; she couldn’t have imagined that this morning she would throw mousse on him, and the next moment be kissing him. The world really worked in mysterious ways.

She thought they should be getting back to the kitchen, but as she looked at Rowan who was staring at her with those perfect green eyes of his showing how much he admired her… She supposed one more kiss couldn’t hurt.

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Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @milkteaandanime as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Thank you for reaching out and agreeing to do this exchange with me, apologies for getting these out a day later than intended but I hope you still enjoy them nonetheless :D You’ve been so sweet and I really enjoyed interacting with you, and you’re always welcome to pop back over to my blog with requests or wanting to chat at any time! :D Also this hasn’t been proofread so apologies in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes lol :)

For Demon Slayer, I’d Match You With:

Kyujuro Rengoku! :)

Reasoning:

I just felt like Kyojuro would be the absolute perfect partner for you. He’s such a caring, loving guy, and while he has some differences to you (like his more extroverted nature) he’s not overbearing about it in your relationships and I feel like those differences would honestly enhance your relationship rather than hinder it <3

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First off, I think Kyojuro would absolutely adore your more shy, gentle, nurturing behavior. He’s definitely much more bold and outgoing than you are lol but he’s also someone who really enjoys caring for and nurturing his loved ones, so the two of you are able to give that to each other and are both able to lean on each other when things get hard and you feel like you can’t tell anyone else :) And because you both have similar attitudes, it keeps either of you from overexerting yourselves for someone else as he always stops you from pushing yourself too far to help others and vice versa

- And he knows you’re not good at confrontation, and he’s more than willing to do it for you if you’re upset with someone else! Of course he doesn’t go nuclear or anything (unless they deserve it, he gets furious if anyone tries to seriously harm you), he’s a kind person at heart so he handles the issue well, but he’s not afraid to address any issues for you if you’re uncomfortable doing it yourself. And while he’s not always the most perceptive, he can usually tell when you’re upset with him, and he’ll give you the space to share those feelings with him rather than bottling them up so the two of you can communicate and solve the issue, because he never wants to hurt you or make you upset in any way <3

- He love love loves cooking for you as well! You know how he is about food lol so he’s always cooking up tasty meals for you, and he has a habit of including random ingredients into onigiri to see how it tastes, but he usually likes everything and isn’t super picky so you have to tell him if something tastes bad to you lol (idk if you’ve seen the “Will it Onigiri” series on TikTok but that’s kinda what I’m picturing here!) And if you hate one of his creations he always makes you a nice, fresh batch of milk tea to wash down the taste hehe

- And he absolutely ADORES your baking, this man would have such a sweet tooth so whenever he comes home at night or wakes up in the morning to the smell of baked goods in the air he rushes towards the kitchen with a wide, eager grin on his face as he waits to be the first to taste whatever he made <3 And he’ll eat things straight out of the oven too, this man’s mouth has lost ANY heat senses so he’ll have a whole dessert in his mouth and be chattering on about how delicious it was the second you’ve set the tray down to cool </3

- He thinks you’re so so beautiful as well, he was drawn to you from the moment he saw you and is still constantly telling you (very loudly, might I add) that you look absolutely stunning <3 He loves your round face and button nose and he’s constantly cupping your cheeks in his hands as he kisses your nose when you first wake up in the mornings, and I think he’d definitely be a curly hair guy so he LOVES your hair as well :)

- He thinks your fantasy maps are so cool too! :D I don’t think he’d have a whole lot of time to get into fantasy literature or games or anything just because of how busy his line of work is, but he always supports your interests and finds the maps in particular to be so incredibly cool :> He likes watching you make them sometimes, the process can be so creative and intricate and he will proudly display them in the house when you’re done with them if you’ll allow him to

- And as for quality time, boy does he give you plenty of that. I feel like Kyojuro is one of those people that could happily be around his partner all the time if he were able to, and while he will absolutely give you alone time if you ask for it (and he’s unfortunately kept busy a lot of the time with his work) he spends pretty much all of his free time with you <3 And he’s always doing cute little things for you like making you lunch boxes and writing sweet notes in all caps or tidying up the house on the rare occasion that he’s home and you’re not, in order to make you smile and take some stress off your shoulders

- He’s such a sucker for your gifts too, he always cherishes them and will show them off to anyone who will listen (especially Mitsuri because she loves hearing about how romantic you can be) If it’s something he’s able to carry with him while out on missions, he absolutely will, as carrying something you gave him is a nice token of home for him and reminds him what he’s fighting for when he’s struggling to get through a mission

Second Choice:

I chose this match pretty quickly for you honestly, but ironically, I think if I were to choose another match for you it would probably be Akaza lol. He would be so respectful towards you and would also encourage you to share your feelings, and he would absolutely not be afraid to show his love to you at all lol he treats you like a queen <3 I just felt like Kyojuro fit with you a little better so he won out in the end :)

Song For Your Relationship:

I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill <3

For Bungou Stray Dogs, I’d Match You With:

Doppo Kunikida! :)

Reasoning:

This one I struggled with a bit more since I don’t know as many BSD characters, but when I looked through all of the ones I did know, I felt that Kunikida would be the best suited to you and your needs in a relationship <3 He may seem a bit loud and harsh at first, but with your gentle, shy nature he’d always return the same gentleness and respect towards you, and as the two of you grow closer I know he’d be the absolute dream partner for you

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- He knows you’re very much a nurturing person, and while he does appreciate the ways in which you take care of him and all of those around you and occasionally seeks out your comfort and support after a particularly rough week, he’s honestly not in need of comfort a lot of the time and can be pretty self-sufficient most of the time. But he knows how you often over-exert yourself in favor of helping others, so he takes this as an opportunity to show you that same love and care you give to others, and to let you be taken care of for a change as he pampers and looks after you and your emotional needs rather than you always being the one to care for everyone else <3

- He’s another one I feel would adore your dark, curly/wavy hair, and he especially finds the little accessories you like to put in your hair so endearing <3 It’s a small thing, but it’s just so characteristically you that whenever he finds one of your little hairclips accidentally left at his home, the sight brings a soft smile to his face as it reminds him of you and how precious you are to him

- And he probably wouldn’t admit this to anyone else, but he’s absolutely a sentimentalist when it comes to your relationship and cherishes every gift you give him <3 He makes a point to use any gifts you’ve given him whenever possible in order to show his appreciation, and he keeps a meticulous list of things you like and have mentioned wanting so that he can also get you the perfect gifts whenever celebrations and/or holidays come around :D

- Early on in the relationship, I do think he may feel a bit awkward about showing his love for you, just because he’s not super experienced in relationships and is also afraid of ovestepping boundaries or making you uncomfortable (and also getting teased by his colleagues lol)

- And while he never really becomes a big PDA guy or anything, he definitely shows his love in other ways as your relationship progresses. He’s big on holding hands wherever you go together so that he never loses sight of you, and he can wax poetic about his love for you and write such heartfelt notes on special occasions to make sure you know how grateful he is that you choose to spend your life with him

- He would also really enjoy reading your writing, if you’ll allo him. He’d love it if you were willing to share such an intimate creation of yours with him as he knows how personal writing can be, and he’s filled with praises for you once he’s finished, as he wants to encourage your passions and make you feel safe to share your writing with him more often :>

- He’s not a big video game guy, but I think he would try to get into some for you. I don’t think he’d really enjoy any combat-heavy games as they frustrate him and he gets enough combat action in his regular life, but games more focused on story and adventure can get him absolutely HOOKED if you catch him at the right time (I feel like he’d really enjoy the Zelda games for example, and if you introduced him to a game like Stardew Valley he’d work SO fast but would refuse to marry anyone since he wants to stay loyal to you <3)

- And he’s very big on acts of service, Kunikida loves to know that he’s able to make your life easier in whatever way he possibly can because he hates to see you feeling so stressed so often, so he does everything he can to take some of that burden off of you. He’ll cook for both of you when he gets home on time, and he wakes up every morning to make you a nice cup of tea and your favorite breakfast so you have a nice way to start your day :]

Second Choice:

I considered matching you with Dazai as well, as I thought that the two of you shared some similar qualities and that the ways in which you oppose each other could make an interesting, fun relationship dynamic. I just wasn’t sure as I felt it may be difficult for him to handle heavy conversations especially when you’re upset with him, so I figured Kunikida may be a bit of a better fit as he’d be quick to understand your emotions and sensitivities while Dazai just may take a bit longer to figure that stuff out :]

Song For Your Relationship:

Count on Me by Bruno Mars <3

For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:

Koshi Sugawara! :)

Reasoning:

There were several different Haikyuu boys I had in mind when thinking of your match-up, but in the end, Suga stood out to me as unlike all these other match-ups, I feel like both of you have so many similarities but are also SO different in some ways and so you’d just perfectly match up and complement one another in the best way :D

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- For starters, I TOTALLY see Suga as a major cat dad lol once the two of you end up moving in together he immediately starts asking about getting a cat. And he’d splurge on expensive, high-quality food for the cat and tons of toys and such even on his teacher’s salary, and his absolute favorite thing to do at the end of a long day is to cuddle up in bed with you with the cat laying on top of or between both of you :D

- He’s another one who loves you’re style, he’s a big fan of the comfy and stylish combo. He loves when you wear warm, fuzzy sweaters and hoodies too lol since it makes it feel extra cozy when he wraps his arms around you, and he likes to help you get ready in small ways in the morning like buttoning your button-up for you just to get that small extra bit of time with you hehe :>

- He also thinks you’re very pretty, he loves your glasses and your eyes in particular <3 He thinks your eyes are just so mesmerizing, he can sometimes stare into hem for ages before you snap him out of it, and your glasses just accentuate them more and he thinks the gold in the frames brings out the color of your eyes too

- I think Suga would be super interested in all your creative hobbies, but drawing in particular would really catch his attention and intrigue him. Of course he loves to read anything you’ve written if you ask, but he’s especially fond of watching you draw, and if you ever draw anything for him he’ll definitely be dramatic and make a huge spectacle of it, and he’ll either hang it up in the house or in his classroom so he can show off what you made for him :)

- With your more shy and reserved nature when first getting to know people, Suga would be good at breaking the ice and making conversation with you at first when he can tell you’re still shy around him, but he’s just a little bit shy himself while also managing to come across as friendly and fun to be around, he’s the kind of person who feels easy to open up around because despite his jokes and teasing, you just know he’s got a heart of gold beneath it all and is never actually judging you

- And once your relationship is established and he knows just how much you’re always trying to be there for others, he makes it his personal goal to be that same person for you. He’s generally a pretty playful and energetic lover, but when he can tell you’re having a hard time he immediately drops all teasing and playfulness and switches into loving partner mode as he cradles you close and offers you all the reassurances you could ever dream of <3

- And with his job, even though he loves it, sometimes he comes home feeling completely exhausted or burnt out or even unappreciated. And usually on those days, all he asks of you is just to let him lay his head in your lap and comb your fingers through his hair as he rants about his crappy day and gets all those negative feelings out of his system

- And honestly I feel like he’d love playing video games with you, especially cozy games or building games :> If you two make a Minecraft world together he loves going onto it when you’re not home and picking a bunch of flowers to give to you when you join the game or joking about your Minecraft beds being next to each other <3

Second Choice:

I also really considered either Asahi or Kita when choosing your match-up. Both of them felt like they’d be amazing partners to you and would be able to fulfill a lot of your needs, but honestly, I just thought that the dynamic between you and Suga would be so perfect that he ended up winning over those two in the end despite how lovely all three of them are :>

Song For Your Relationship:

Would You Be So Kind by Dodie <3

For Attack on Titan, I’d Match You With:

Armin Arlert! :)

Reasoning:

I know this one seems totally obvious considering your profile picture lol but I promise I tried not to be biased with this and to come into it with an open mind, he just seemed to be the clear best option to me when reading about the kind of person you’d want to be with as well as the kind of person you are. He’s very different from a lot of the other AOT men and I think that he’s uiquely suited to you and your needs and wants in a relationship, and the two of you would truly be like two peas in a pod together

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- He knows how you love the sky pretty much the same way he loves the sea, so he loves to combine those two loves and take you to the beach where he can stare at the ocean as he leans against you, while you can lay on the nice, comfy towel he brought and stare up at the sky <3 If you two go at night I think he’d enjoy stargazing with you too, as it helps bring him out of all the worries in his mind for a moment and lets him think about something far off into space and just enjoy the moment with you

- Armin would also be SUCH a cat person omg he’s the type of guy who would see some stray kittens hanging around scout headquarters and leave out food for them to make sure they don’t go hungry <3 And once the dust has settled on everything and the two of you are able to move in together he does the same thing, and you two would probably eventually end up adopting at least one of the strays as you both just completely fall in love with it

- This may seem like something simple, but I feel like Armin really enjoys your aesthetic and your color palette in general. He adores all the blues and pale shades, and though he’s always complimenting you because he wants to make sure you always feel loved and admired by him, he’s a little bit extra complimentary whenever he notices you wearing one of his favorite blue pieces of clothing hehe

- And he’s absolutely big on reading and literature, so when he finds out you enjoy writing in your free time, he would find it so admirable. He knows that writing can be an emotional outlet for some people and may be sensitive to share, so he never pushes you, but if you offer to let him read something of yours his eyes would literally sparkle with excitement lol he’d immediately jump at the opportunity and tell you everything he adores about what you’ve written

- I think after everything he’s been through, Armin has times where he really struggles with his mental health, and he often has nightmares in particular. He has some similar fears with you like the thought of losing everyone he loves, and the thought that he’s a horrible person and everyone will eventually grow to despise him also often haunts him in his sleep, and it’s those times in particular that he could not be more grateful for your nurturing aura <3 Being able to cry it out in your arms and listen to your reassurances after a particularly horrible nightmare is what keeps him going through each day sometimes, and he always makes sure to show his appreciation for all the emotional support you show him

- And of course he shows you that same support as well. Armin is an incredibly perceptive person, so even if you don’t tell him something’s wrong, he’s always quick to notice and address it so that he can comfort you in return. If someone’s causing you problems he’s more than happy to confront them, but if you’re just in need of some affection and a listening ear while you vent or some reassurance, he’s amazing at that as well as he always knows how to make you feel heard and loved

- He’d also be really big on quality time, given the things he’s experienced and the losses he’s suffered he knows how easily it is to lose the ones you love most without ever expecting it, so he’s careful to never take his time with you for granted. He often plans dates or occasions for you two to spend time together, and even if you’re just relaxing in bed together and each doing separate things, just being with you and knowing that you’re still there beside him warms his heart and puts his mind at ease

- He loves when you wear cozy clothes, especially sweaters and hoodies. They make hugs with you feel so warm and fuzzy, and he’s a big fan of just coming up to you and nuzzling into your chest or laying his head on your stomach when you have a nice, warm sweater on and he’s in need of a little extra affection

Second Choice:

Honestly this one was tougher, Armin felt like a pretty perfect match for you and not a lot of other AOT guys really stood out to me in comparison. I think either Reiner or Jean could also match with you well, as I believe they could be the type to be more observant and sensitive towards your feelings in a relationship in comparison to a lot of other AOT men and could be the kind of partner you would want, but Armin is just such a perfect pick that it felt hard to consider anyone else.

Song For Your Relationship:

This is gonna sound so cliche lol but Akuma no Ko by Ai Higuchi <3

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wisteriagoesvroom · 1 month

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no ur the love of my life cutie 💕 (in all seriousness though if you want my tumblr so we can cut the string of our little can and Plot more aus im so down 🤲 i have a few more ideas like a uni au that i must share with you immediately). also as far as i'm aware it's just me and this other gaxer (the jupiter to my mars, the sun to my moon if you will) cause i think we're co-creators. our names are both Equally on the power point presentation we've Both put in the effort.

i love that the entire kitchen is aware Something's going on but they have no clue What or just how deep in it max and george are. charles and pierre definitely debrief after a long week and gossip and i think that's so funny. charles after two shots like. who's going to bring up the elephant (george and max are definitely fucking) in the room first and once they start, they can't stop. i also love that landoscar take it 10x more serious than max and george... them both being paranoid about slipping up, always checking over their shoulders, maybe even referring to george and max in code names Just To Be Safe. whole time george and max are so public and open about it, you'd think they'd already told the kitchen.

THIS IS GOOD FUCKING FOOD. the news that russell is there... because nobody calls him george... like. everyone stops momentarily. the pause is like. .2 seconds but Everyone notices. charles and pierre eye each other, alex and max have a stare down (alex's eye twitches) and oscar's about to pass out (bless his soul). when max silently clocks out for his break, nobody knows what to do. seriously? the article, max? when max drops them the compliment, lets charles take over and run the kitchen AND bumps oscar into the sous position, everyone's Sure Max is about to get excommunicated from the food-world for fighting a critic. only, when pierre steals a glance at the table (the best one in the house, of course), max has this look - one he's never seen before, and george is wearing it too. they're both absolutely smitten with each other.

alex still calling max chef despite max being on break is fucking comedy and beautiful and in this essay i will- also im so glad we both agree pierre and alex are waiters. like. to add, i think lewis needs to work at the same firm as george <3

charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through paris on a chilly friday night after closing the restaurant just gossiping because What The Fuck? how could max not tell either of us? but it's the best piece of gossip that's circled through the kitchen in literal months so they're rinsing it to filth. ILL GO CRAZY. max is usually so good at hiding what he's thinking. that's what his father trained him to do. a good chef Never lets anyone know what he's really thinking. but max blushes the meanest red and feels like a victorian woman seeing an elbow for the first time when george looks at him *that way* or touches him for the briefest of moments. like. he's out of breath and feels slightly manic. he's so insane i love him.

YES YES YES. YES. YES. YES. and max experiments with food all the time because they're a high-end restaurant in fucking paris. they cycle through menus regularly, and george is Always the first to try or see max's little creations. think it would be funny if max just Sends pictures of the food to george. doesn't even attach a message with it like *hey what do you think?* no it's just the food. it's okay though because george sends him back a 3 paragraph essay and then has Even More Thoughts when he's able to try it later. also the menu names??? don't make me fucking crazy. princesse could definitely be a dessert of some kind, they name the first dish max ever cooked at george's flat champs elysees and of course pierre and charles are on the same page. this Has to relate to george somehow.

max is literally in charge of oscar and i don't make the rules. like. max has kitten adopted him you are so right my angel. it's very rare that george drops anything other than food reviews, so the article about oscar takes everyone in the kitchen by surprise. like. oscar definitely cries about it after he's seen it because He Knows and lando's just so happy oscar's happy :) oh my god what if what if what if just for shits and giggles george writes an article about the restaurant after max's third michelin star and he's just in the kitchen overseeing max work and he's so incredibly fond. lando's there too snapping away and max has to be like *aren't you supposed to be taking pictures of the entire kitchen?* and lando doesn't even feel bad because he has. like. 30 really good shots of oscar working on this pesto.

max is just. so incredibly happy after his third star. what if he opens another restaurant in marseille after the third star :) i'll leave us off on that

this is just TOO good i fear. charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through the streets of Paris…. not a want but a need atp. I love all of them ur honour this AU will always be so dear to me and i didnt even make it up!! i just yelled about gax and it appeared in my inbox!! manifestation works!!

(fr tho Gax anons pls say hi on DMs 2 me if u feel like it 💛💛)

#chef!gax au #asks #party with the Gax ers

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hi oh my god i just finished abm and i feel so insane i genuinely don’t know what to do with myself cuz it definitely was A Ride (i read it in less than a day and it’s consuming my every thought). can i just say thank you for writing this book ??? i feel like other people must have already said this before but thank you so much for writing angels before man i can’t even begin to explain how much it means to me, especially because im a fellow trans gay mexican man with insane religious trauma (we should start a support group)

i feel like there are so many things i want to ask u about the sequels but i really don’t wanna be annoying so i’ll just ask one thing. will we be getting any jesus cameos in the next books? it’s just that we left off with the creation of man and the conversation between gabriel and uriel where they mention something about god not being able to destroy or create himself and about how he must want some company. i don’t know i guess it just left me thinking about how jesus is god and well u know he is said to be sitting on the right hand of god (i apologize if that’s not the correct translation i’ve only gone to mass and read the bible in spanish lol). plus i’d just love to see lucifer (satan now ??) trying to tempt him during those 40 days and nights in the dessert.

this got so long i’m so sorry if this is annoying 😭

Ahhh I can't believe you read it in less than a die,,., I'm very glad to hear you survived and also thank you for reading!!! I will set up the trans gay mexican men with insane religious trauma group chat immediately, king. But really, thank you. It means the world to me that it meant something to you. I can't say it enough.

Don't be afraid of being annoying! I've been really busy but I'm hoping to put more attention on my inbox, and questions never bother me! I'm just a bit shy I think but I'm never annoyed :)

As for your question, yes there will be Jesus. Yes, there will be Jesus and Satan in the desert. That said, it's not in Book 2! And Jesus won't be a major character in the trilogy. The conversation at the end of ABM between Uriel and Gabriel does have relevance to what will happen with Jesus; in general, the incarnation of God is a big theme for the series. God.... trying to make himself material..... hmmmmm

Anyway, thank you again for reading! Mando abrazos :') <333

#mine #ask

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About your DE/Matcha related questions, I think the stark difference, the only one I could find when examining the lore, is that DE created Matcha entirely herself. Where Sugar Swan DIDN'T birth Wind Archer. I know it's common fanon misconception that because she made him into how he looks NOW that she must be a mother/creator to him, but he existed well before that. His lore consistently states he was the wind itself that loved to roam dessert paradise. And that when the home he loved was in peril, she gave him a physical body to protect it. It's implied that Sugar Swan and MT were familiar with him long before his cookie body was a thing, so in actuality, he's more like a trusted friend to them, willing to be reborn anew to protect both of them. So not family, and it seems none of them view each other that way in any official text.

I mean, I agree that it is never explicitly stated that Sugar Swan is Wind Archer's mother specifically, but it's very heavily implied she created him

Personally, I wouldn't really call it a misconception that people interpret it as Sugar Swan being Wind's creator/mother because in general it's pretty vague so I think it could be interpreted anyway

No interpretation is necessarily wrong or right until they delve more into it in canon and I can admit that as someone who does headcanon Sugar Swan as his mother, I could definitely have a bias

But while I do get your point in that Matcha was created entirely by Dark Enchantress (literally little to no evidence against it because Matcha said it herself she was created by DE), I would argue Sugar Swan did still technically create Wind because it's stated that she helped with/created the Cookie world which, I would imagine, includes the wind

And while he as a living being may or may not have been created by Sugar Swan, his life as a Cookie is purely because of Sugar Swan

So in my opinion, it's very debatable on if Sugar Swan is canonically Wind's parent because honestly in canon he treats Millennial Tree and Sugar Swan as superiors as opposed to parents, I think it's safe to say Sugar Swan did in fact create him

In general though, I think the Devs need to elaborate more on the lore especially about the Legends because there's not a lot to go off of and it seems like the relationship charts may not be 100% accurate because like the previous examples, DE and Matcha have a family relationship in Ovenbreak and have a creator-creation thing going on, Sugar Swan and Wind basically do too but do not have family on their charts, and then Princess and Tiger Lily are canonically sisters but also do not have family on their charts in Ovenbreak

There's also the question of if Kingdom and Ovenbreak are two separate universes, but that's also hard to figure out, especially since there's that thing about Pure Vanilla and White Lily being in the background of Roguefort's trial

I do get your point though that Matcha and DE isn't the same as Wind and Sugar Swan

#velvet speaks

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kadajsbitch · 10 months

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Final Fantasy VII Remnants

Warnings: Language tbh 💀 also these are personal headcannons and opinions.

Gifs aren’t mine.

Also, I’m going to start taking writing request. I’ll probably post my rules and list of characters and fandoms I plan on writing for after this, but if your interested in anything/everything ff7, send me a request lol

Yazoo:

Yazoo is definitely the part of Sephiroth who can cook.

Mostly for the fact that he appreciates his silence, and having the kitchen to himself.

In truth, he’d prefer not to cook and rather get his food from somewhere else.

When he does cook however, his meals are surprisingly good.

He by far isn't some Gordan Ramsay or master chef of the ff7 universe, but he can follow directions of cook book and actually have the dish come out tasting like what it's supposed to taste like.

The only thing he does suck at, is baking so if his brothers, (or you or your OC) have a mean sweet tooth, the most he can do is pick up the pastries you like from a good bakery.

Kadaj:

"Do I look like a chef to you?" -Kadaj after he made canned soup for his dinner night in the microwave.

It's because of this, he got removed from the calendar and it got split up between Loz and Yazoo (or you got his days depending on your cooking abilities)

He has to constantly be reminded to eat due to the fact he's constantly distracted by whatever task he's tasked himself with, and when he does it's something simple that doesn't involve a mess on his end he doesn't want to clean.

Kadaj is greedy, (not surprising considering he again is the part of Sephiroth who craves control due to it being something Sephiroth was robbed of in his life) and any cooked leftovers that get put in a container, he will devour and not think twice.

Oh? There was like seventeen tacos leftover from dinner last night that you were looking forward to eating for lunch? Well, there gone now.

Because of this, it's the one thing that will cause Loz and Yazoo to put their differences aside, and team up and kick his ass about.

He doesn't really have a sweet tooth, and due to his lack of effort for preparing meals, he could care less about dessert.

However, you might want to hide any pastries you get because despite his lack of having a sweet tooth, if he's hungry, he'll finish it all.

Loz:

Like Yazoo, funnily enough he can "cook"however his meals are fairly basic.

Definitely doesn't follow instructions.

If he wants something like pizza, he'll buy a frozen one and put it in the oven and call it a day, or go to a fast food place to pick up dinner for the most part.

Like Kadaj, he’s greedy as well, but more so in the sense that when he cooks, he mainly prepares his food for himself.

“I made/bought it, so I can get more if I want to!” -Loz after Yazoo tried to package the leftovers and put them away.

Gets upset if no one asks him if they can have any of the leftovers no matter how much there is. You could literally just get a spoon and if he notices it’s been touched, he immediately is going around asking who touched it.

Bonus:

Cloud:

Can cook, however flat out refuses if it’s possible that someone else can.

He can’t cook well, but he can make spaghetti, or cook a burger or something.

He’s one of those people who will eat something he likes, and if he’s put in a situation where he absolutely has to cook, he’ll try to remake it following a recipe he found about it, but is ultimately disappointed because it doesn’t quite taste like when he first had it.

Even though other people who eat his food thinks it’s amazing. 💀

For the most part, he eats out whether that be going to the bar and Tifa making him something to eat, or finding a restaurant.

Of course he doesn’t eat at the restaurant unless he’s with friends, but fast food sometimes makes him sick.

He could care less about others eating any leftovers of his creation, but if he has something leftover from either Tifa, or something he bought, he’s going to be pissed.

Overall, he’s very picky and precise.

#cloud strife #cloud strife ff7 #Cloud Strife FFVII #yazoo ff7 #loz ff7 #kadaj ff7 #advent children #ff7 remnants #kadajsbitchlol #domestic headcanons #gifs aren’t mine

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