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moved-to-cinnamon-phrog · 1 year

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001 FOR THR ASK THING I NEED TO KNOW

Here have this incoherent ramble <333

Favorite character: DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE! AAAAAAAAAA

When I first got into it I really liked Duck, then I grew to really like Yellow, but now… I can’t choose no matter the situation. They’re all my lovely skrungly gremlins, I love them equally, yet in… different ways? Same love, but… different reasons.

Least Favorite character: …………………..the larvae creature from webseries 3. Real ones will get it.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

********DEEPLY INHALES********

Well. You know I don’t… se the characters the same ways that you do. Of course, specifically Yellow and his age. And I deeply respect you for your views, as well as your ships.

I… I quite like fluffybird. It’s nice, ‘classic’. It realy got me into the fandom and I fiit funny. Red and Duck are like those two friends where they both get up to mad shit when unattended together. Old man yells at old man. Wonderful. Noit much can be said that hasn’t been said already, really. And also, along with that, lately I’ve really been liking….. imma call it rubberduck.

Kind of fruity to longingly look at a picture of your dead mate, hand on your heart, while sitting on his bed and singing longingly about your old life together. Kinda fruity to wear his overcoat and be so grief-stricken that you grab a shovel to dig him up.

Third, uh…. LOVEBUG! I’m as sucker for LoveBug because realistically Warren could NOT pull Shrignold but it’s funny to imagine the most homophobic little insect falling for the grossest ickiest boy ever and believing him to be a miracle sent from Malcolm himself.

…………………………………………I’m also a PaperWiresandClockwork enthusiast because I believe in ‘make love, not war’. I don’t like seeing people fight over Padlock and DigitalTime, it’s kind of…. Uncomfortable? Especially when genders are brought up. From my own pansexual perspective I see no problem why Tony shouldn’t be with either of them. Unless he’s related to one or one was actually a child, which isn’t likely. Also TimeChild is their son <3 he has his Clock Dad’s posh accent, his Computer Dad’s technological advancement, and his Paper Mum’s creativity.

Fifth….. Lesley and Roy. I like the idea of them being bitter eldritch divorces fighting over the custody of their creations [and son], but I also like their Padlock-esque darkness, where they beat the shit out of eachother and end up fine a second later.

Character I find most attractive: ………again, Christ, don’t make me choose between these cringefail grimy loser men……. With their stupid cute mullet and old man twead dress sense and a literal nudist.

Character I would marry: ………….there’s three of them…………… I can have three wives…………. Wow…………………….

Character I would be best friends with: Hmm… Sketchbook. She seems really chill in comparison to the other teachers and I think I’d get along with them. Also Grampa Chooch [my name for Transport Guy]. Because he’s funny. But in all honesty I want to be friends with all of them because they’re all so dear to my heart <3

A random thought: Yum yum yum

An unpopular opinion: uh…………………… creativity is creativity, as long as it’s not illegal or would be deemed illegal if it was real.

My Canon OTP: 1920 [Roy and Lesley’s shipname, which I like a lot so props to whoever came up with it]

My Non-canon OTP: ………..FluffyBird has not been officially confirmed, it is basically confirmed but not properly. Also RubberDuck.

Most Badass Character: Duck. I don’t even need to explain he’s just so slay. The serve. Go girl give us nothing.

Most Epic Villain: Lesley. Sorry Roy but she is absolutely serving in that outfit. The reveal. The absolute glamour.

Pairing I am not a fan of: uh………. I’m pretty chill with it. I’m even chill with Claire. I’m just not fond of incestuous/predatory ships. At all. In fact they can go into the greasefire.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): …no one? They’re all done pretty well to me, there’s not much to add here.

Favourite Friendship: Red and Yellow. Despite me literally F/O-ing the Three of Them, I like Yellow and Red being friends to each other, friends so tight they share a love. Slay.

Character I most identify with: …the reason I love the three is how deeply I relate to all, but all in different ways.

Red because of his deep need to find others ‘like him’, but when he does… they end up not liking him. As a foster child, who never knew much of my own family at all, but then meeting my dad’s side it just… it gets me in the gut every time.

With Duck, it’s the annoyance. I can be annoying, I can awfully blunt, and unknowingly mean without ever even knowing it.

With Yellow… it’s the constant bashing he gets for being him and for accidental mishaps. He just wants to create, be it music or paintings, but nobody wants to let him flourish, they won’t let him think. Sometimes it hurts when I try to think, when it’s too loud or I’m overstimulated.

Character I wish I could be: OATS. REAL ONES’LL GET IT.

#dhmis #dontt hug me im scared #don't hug me i'm scared

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naivesilver · 5 years

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Catelyn Stark

Best lady in Westeros!! Thank you, dear

Why I like them: In this house we RESPECT house Tully. She’s a powerful lady and intelligent and honestly she deserves some love. As soon as I read this prompt that meme that goes like “you know they call her straplyn” came to my mind and I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I cried like a little bitch reading AND watching the Red Wedding but honestly her thoughts at that point are so raw, so powerful, I honestly couldn’t cope.

Favorite season/movie: First season for the show, but A Feast for Crows, no doubt.

Favorite line: I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all ... a day ... an hour.

Favorite outfit: You know that amazing ensemble with the blue overcoat? That. DAMN. The range.

OTP: She and Ned are supercute and honestly I bow my head to them.

Brotp: I stand by the idea that she and Jaime would have been great friends if it hadn’t been for the small matter of Ned hating him randomly

Head Canon: She loves Ned, he is her soulmate and her husband, but some nights she still dreams of Brandon, and wonders about what could have been.

Unpopular opinion: No, I won’t hate her for her feelings towards Jon. It was cold and painful for him, but she had legitimate concerns about him, based on the society she lives in. And liking her and liking Jon are NOT mutually exclusive.

A wish: Arya should be the one to kill Lady Stoneheart but honestly I would spare both her and Cat the pain.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: DON’T KILL JAIME AND POD AND SHIT LIKE THAT MA’AM I FORBID YOU

5 words to best describe them: Loyal. Clever. Protective. Sweet. Strong.

My nickname for them: Does Straplyn count? Because I REALLY can’t forget it

Give me a character and I will answer

#got #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #catelyn stark

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crlese · 7 years

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Trying To Make You Understand

Pairing: HakYona Anime/Manga: Akatsuki No Yona/Yona of the Dawn Prompt: Years of unrequited love made Hak question every single affectionate gesture from Yona. Suddenly courageous, she goes ahead and tries to make him understand about her feelings. Rating: T A/N: A little tongue action;) Also, I would really appreciate a reblog or like - it makes me motivated to write more fics, and know what you guys want! I usually write naruhina fics (I honestly love them sm, I’m never gonna stop writing about them), but I would also like to write about my other OTPs. But I don’t want to do it if you guys don’t like the pairing, so make sure to give some recognition <3

Yona was sitting on the rocks, Hak was next to her, silent. The sky was dark and the light of the moon weaved in and out from the clouds. A gust of wind kissed Yona’s cold ears; she quickly put up her hood.

“So,” Hak spoke. Yona’s face flushed and she peeked at him, but he was staring at the moon. Upon closer inspection, she could see a slight tint of pink on his cheeks, but she didn’t know whether it was just her imagination. “What was that kiss for, Princess? Are you in love with me?”

His voice was teasing, no sign of sincerity crossed through his words, but Yona spluttered out a hasty reply. “N-no! Hak, you’re stupid. I just wanted to show you my appreciation... as a friend.” She said her next words a little louder. “Because you’ve done so much for me.”

Yona wanted to smack herself. What kind of friend kisses another on the lips? She doesn’t even do this to the dragons.

However, he was right. Yona was in love with him. Before they sat on the rocks, she kissed him on the mouth, suddenly. Yona didn’t know why she did it, but watching his solemnity at rare moments like these made her want to kiss away all the pain. Hak has endured through so many tribulations just for the safety of Yona. The kiss was quick and clumsy but it made Yona’s heart beat out of her chest, nonetheless. He didn’t reciprocate with the same pressure - well, he didn’t reciprocate at all. Yona doesn’t blame Hak; they were childhood friends after all.

But it still hurt Yona.

Hak sighed, suddenly. All signs of his joking demeanor completely disappearing. Yona raised her eyebrows at stared at him. His right hand was rubbing the side of his face, disappearing beneath the strands of his hair. His eyes were dark, and Yona felt her heart shatter at the look of his eyes. Hak appeared even more dejected than before.

“Hak, what’s the matter?” Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Yona moved closer. She rested a hand on his thigh, trying to look at him in the eyes. However, he evaded them by casting his gaze towards the horizon. Hak slowly shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered. The tone was rough and low, completely contrastive to the meaning of his words. Yona placed both her palms on the sides of his warm cheeks. The air was cool, but his skin burned underneath her fingertips. Yona swallowed, her face becoming red. She shook her head, internally - Hak was in pain, this wasn’t the time to act like a lovesick puppy.

Despite her words, when her eyes met his, Yona felt her breathing become uneven and her body became tense. Something about his gaze was different from the ones she witnessed whenever Hak was in this state. His eyes were somewhat predatory, and - Yona figured she was imagining things again - a lustful agony. Her cheeks flushed at the thought and she quickly shook it out from her head. Her eyes were wide with concern as she watched him, tilting her head in confusion when he tightly shut his eyes and breathed in, harshly.

“Princess,” his voice was ragged. She started to rub his thigh to indicate that she was listening, but Hak’s firm hands quickly grasped her wrist. His breathing was uneven and his chest heaved at every inhale. “Don’t touch me like that - and don’t kiss me like that, anymore.”

Yona felt her heart drop. She starting cursing herself when she felt tears trying to escape from her eyes. Hak’s grip loosened and her hand felt onto his lap; then he placed his face into his hands. Yona felt her lips tremble and she bit on them, angrily. She didn’t understand why she became so emotional, but at every second that passed, the throbbing in her chest didn’t subside. Suddenly, Yona blurted out without a thought:

“Do you not like me?” As quickly Yona emitted those words, regret also quickly covered her expression. Hak’s shoulders tensed, but then it started trembling. Yona’s remorse deepened as she stared at his quivering torso.

“Hak, I’m so sorry,” Yona choked. “That was really inappropriate for me to say. I kissed you suddenly, without knowing if you’re comfortable with it or not. And I -,”

Her voice trailed off when Hak uncovered his face and started laughing. Yona gaped at him in astonishment as he continued chuckling. Despite the situation they were in, his smiling face brought a bit of happiness towards Yona.

“W-wait, why are you laughing?”

Hak gave her a lopsided-smile, full of mischief; but also pain. “Princess, you have no idea how much I like you.” Then he brought his face closer towards her, the shadows on his face becoming closer. The heat of his gaze trailed down her body, which made Yona shiver. Hak’s nose brushed alongside her neck and Yona resisted the urge to gasp. His lips suddenly made contact with her ear - it was wet and soft. Yona didn’t try to suppress the noise this time.

“But too bad your definition of like and mine are different,” his voice was silky against her ear, and it made Yona’s body heat up. The warmth suddenly disappeared as Hak moved back, his face back to being nonchalant. Yona’s eyes widened, a thought escaping into her mind.

“What do you mean,” she started, not believing his words. “Your definition of like is different from mine?”

Does that mean...?

“It means...” Hak commenced, tilting his face towards her. His dark eyes glinted against the moonlight. But then he shook his head. Yona gripped his sleeve, determination set on her features.

I like you, Hak. But not the way you’re thinking. Please Hak, believe me. You like me too, right? Hak?

Yona opened her mouth, but then closed it. She squeezed her eyes shut - no matter how much she wanted to tell him, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Tell me, what do you mean?” Yona’s voice was barely above a whisper. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Does Hak like her? She stared at his face, scrutinizing for confirmation to her thoughts, but his face was aloof.

Silence.

“Hak...?”

He began to stand up, but Yona followed his movements. Behind him, she fisted the fabric of his blue overcoat. She rested her forehead on his back; feeling his muscles tense. “Hak, I like you.”

No, not like. She loves him.

“I think we already established that,” Hak’s tone was surprisingly sardonic. “Since you’re feeling so affectionate, why don’t you go wake up the others and say how much you like them, too?”

“You’re wrong!” Yona yelled, but her mouth was muffled by his back. “You’re wrong, Hak...”

Suddenly, he swirled around, gripping her shoulders. His face was tense and his eyes were fiery - Yona felt the warmth of his body surrounding her, blanketing her from the cold air. They were so close, Yona could almost feel the silent exhales from his mouth. The ridges of his muscles were hard against the curves of her body. Hak tilted Yona’s chin, so their gazes met each other. Intense emotions swirled in his eyes.

“What am I wrong about? It’s the truth.”

No.

“Go back, I don’t want to see you. You’re going to get sick from the cold.”

No.

Mistaking Yona’s desperate expression as a sign of her being offended, Hak gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry for being rude, princess. It’s in my nature; go back to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Hak, I was lying about before,” Yona suddenly whispered. He froze, staring at her. “I didn’t kiss you as a sign of friendship. I love you.”

Pause.

Hak bellowed out with laughter; tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them off with his knuckles. “That was really funny. Okay, enough time for jokes, go to sleep.”

“Hak, I love you,” Yona uttered, more forcefully. Hak’s eyes widened at her serious tone. He stumbled forward, clasping his hands on her wrists.

“Yona, are you okay? Are you sick?”

What can she do to make him understand?

“I’m not sick,” Yona spoke, quietly. She leaned forward, her nose brushed against his. Hak’s eyes suddenly became hooded and his breathing became ragged. He wasn’t the only one - Yona also became flustered. “I love you, Hak.”

“Is this a dream?” His voice was low, and he licked his lips. Yona followed the gesture with her eyes and the shine of his saliva on his lips made her toes curl.

“No, Hak. I love you,” she said, then repeated with a giggle. “I love you, Hak. I love you, I love you.”

Saying those three words made Yona’s heart soar. She dropped her wrists from his hold and held his face; staring into his confused eyes. “I love y -”

Her words got cut off by the crush of his lips.

She emitted a noise of surprise, but she slowly relaxed into the kiss. It was soft and gentle, and it made Yona’s eyelashes and heart flutter. Hak trailed his right hand up her arm; leaving a path of scorching heat as it grew closer to her neck. All Yona felt was him and him only. The kiss suddenly became more heated, and Yona moaned into the kiss, which made Hak freeze. She quickly pulled away, not because she didn’t like it, but the kiss was too intoxicating. It was too intense - she didn’t know if she would be able to handle it.

“H-Ha -,”

“I want to hear you moan more,” Hak’s tone was suddenly dangerous and seductive. His predatory expression suddenly appeared again, and he looked down at her with lidded eyes; his hair masking of them. He looked incredibly sexy, and it made Yona feel overwhelmed. Suddenly, she registered his words.

“S-Stop, Hak,” Yona whispered. She tried to escape, but Hak pushed her lower back so she was pressed against him. Yona felt everything. She felt his muscles, she felt the pounding of his heart, she felt his warmth. Everything about him was heady and rousing.

And that’s why she needed to get away - she doesn’t think she’ll be able to handle him and his come-hither gazes and animalistic looks.

“I love you, that’s all I needed to say.” She stated, pouting. Yona put her hands on her hips and with unwavering passion - she started to walk away before she could change her mind.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Hak grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his chest. He pressed his lips against her ear; Yona felt the familiar feel of them - wet and soft. A shiver trickled down her spine, making her body tense He mumbled, his tone sultry. “I said I want to hear you moan again, you’re not leaving until I hear it.”

“Hak, you’re so mea - ah!” Yona gasped as she felt him bite her earlobe. Her legs gave out, and Hak quickly supported her petite body against him. Suddenly, he started to suckle on it, making Yona pant. All she could hear was the wet sucking sounds of his lips and the patterns he was tracing with his tongue. Despite this, she felt her mouth quirk up into a trembling smile as she heard him whisper in her ear.

“I love you, too, Yona.” Hak muttered, then softly kissing the tip of her ear. “I always have.”

Yona looked back to give him a sincere smile and a response - but it was met with his mouth rising into a slow, lewd smirk. His gaze was dark under his eyelashes as he stared at her. Yona’s smile dropped and she gave him an unimpressed look.

“Hak, we were having a loving moment, why do you have to look like that? I don’t like it.”

Yona didn’t know why she lied, but she didn’t bother correcting her mistake. She had enough of his teasing.

“Hmm, you don’t like it? Let’s see about that.” He said, then he kissed her ear again. “Shh, just enjoy it.”

Yona listened.

Hak pressed his thumb on her chin and tilted it so their lips could make contact. Yona closed her eyes, waiting for the pressure of his soft lips. But nothing came - so she annoyingly opened her eyes and he was staring at her, smiling. Yona opened her mouth, but the glint in his eyes made her close it back. Hak leaned forward and his tongue peeked out, dragging it on her bottom lip. Yona tried to open her mouth to kiss him, but Hak squeezed both her cheeks to keep them closed. He bit her bottom lip, earning a gasp from Yona, and began sucking on it like he did with her earlobe.

“Hak,” Yona moaned.

Hak groaned. “Ah, say it louder.” Then he thumbed her bottom lip, so her mouth opened all the way. Unconsciously, his own lips parted, breathing on them. Yona shivered; both their breaths meeting each other in the open air. “Say it while you’re panting.”

Yona felt her cheeks flush. “Wha -.”

Hak gave her a seductive grin. “I guess I have to make it happen.” Then he spoke, softly. “Not that I mind.”

“Oh, hey, Yona dear!” Suddenly, a bright and deep voice emerged from behind Yona. Hak broke his gaze away from the princess, and when he looked behind her, his happy mood instantly deflated. Hak gave the interloper an irritated glower as he grew closer. Yona blinked in surprise at the sound of the voice and looked back.

Jae-Ha was smiling from ear to ear, and his hand waved in the air. “Oh, look it’s Thunder Beast, too! What are you both doing here?” Then he winked. “I’m joking, I’m joking. A little endeavor of love, I see. Shall I leave you to it, then?”

Yona spluttered. “No, no, w-we were just talking.” Then she looked at him in confusion. “Wait, why are you here?”

“Just a night piss,” Jae-Ha grinned, then he leaned in towards Yona. “Can you tell Thunder Beast over there to stop glaring at me, he’s scaring me.” He pouted, but then gave the glowering Hak a wink.

“Jae-Ha, I’m going to kill you.”

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irredeemabletrcsh-blog · 7 years

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Things had settled to whatever the Mystic Falls crews' definition of normal was since the apparent demise of Kai Parker at the literal hand of Damon Salvatore. Elena Gilbert was lost to them until the day that Bonnie Bennett met her end, but things had been otherwise okay for the happy supernatural funky bunch, which Kai knew because he had taken to watching them now and again for his own reasons since staging his death. Damon wasn't hating Bonnie the way the sadistic heretic had hoped, but the elder Salvatore was suffering without his beloved sloppy second OTP, so that was definitely something. Josette's babies were evidently more powerful than Uncle Kai could have foreseen and had survived his savage attempt on their unborn lives. It had been a few years since the great cataclysm he had brought upon that wedding, and since then his precious nieces had been raised by daddy Alaric and... the blonde chick whose neck Kai magic-snapped that one time, affectionately known as "Care Bear" by the Bonster?

Whatever. From his careful reconnaissance (stalking), he had deduced that it worked out better this way. Caroline would be more malleable than Ric when it came to giving the sociopath what he wanted, and after giving the little munchkins some time to grow (newborn babies were boring -- they don't even do anything -- stab stab stab), it was finally time for him to enter their lives.

His presence would have been felt before Caroline ever saw him, on the short walk from the coffee shop to her car.

"Oh, you poor thing," a sweet old lady carrying two bags of fruit from the farmers market said to her, wearing a bubbly smile and a supremely faraway spaced out look. "You knew you were on borrowed time with those children, didn't you, dearie?"

As Care got closer to the car, a little boy ran right up to her and began jumping up and down manically, looking and sounding like he was way too hopped up on Red Bull. "He's back! He's back! He's back! He's back! He's back! He's back! He's back! Tehehehehehehe!" ... before turning and running off the other way.

The final omen was perhaps the most harrowing: three little girls in white dresses playing jumprope, lost in their world and rhythmically chanting... "One, two, Kai's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, don't tell Alaric. Seven, eight, remember Elena's fate. Nine, ten, never wake up again..."

Their girlish giggles followed her all the way to the car, and while the vehicle appeared empty from the outside, all four doors locked themselves shut (and were not going to unlock any time soon) just as she slid the key into the ignition... and from the backseat came a distinctly, hauntingly sarcastic voice.

"Was the Nightmare on Elm Street throwback a bit much?" Kai asked, seated directly behind her in a black overcoat, chewing on some gummy bears in his right hand and staring thoughtfully into the rearview mirror. "That's always my problem, though; always way too dramatic. Oh, my gosh, remember the wedding? I actually wore a suit for that! Can we appreciate how ridiculous that was? That I wore a suit for Jo’s wedding?"

Kai giggled to himself while shaking his head fondly at the memory. He canted his head towards the radio and mimicked the motion of turning the knob on the volume, upon which the knob actually turned and the volume was cranked up.

"I tried not to, but I'm really all about that new Taylor Swift song. Oh, oh, here comes my favorite part! 'I'm sorry, the Gemini coven can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! 'Cause they're dead!'"

He broke out into a mini laughing fit then, thoroughly amused by himself before waving it aside with a heavy sigh.

".. That's... probably way funnier for me than you. So how've ya been? You want a gummy bear?"

@seesgood

#caroline and kai #super creepy #he has issues #seesgood

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thekuroiookami · 7 years

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The Sun that Embraces the Moon (Aomine x Reader) - Part 1

Inspired by this prompt from @otp-fanfic-ideas.

When they tell stories of the gods, they often get the details wrong. The deities were powerful, true, and long-lived, but in other things they were just as whimsical and capricious as humans, if not more so. That meant they could quarrel with each other, and hold grudges. There could be misunderstandings and fallings-out, as in any large family.

But when a god holds a grudge, and it is not immediately resolved, it tends to last some time. More than a mortal lifespan. So, when one wayward member of the moon clan fought with the goddess of food, it might have ended there had she not died in the altercation. Even then, it might not have escalated if the sun clan, whose sister she had been, had not made such a fuss. It might not have been the same if moon clan had owned up to their actions. Perhaps if the other clans hadn’t instigated trouble to resolve their own tensions with each other, it might have finished quietly.

Alas, retrospection is easy, and as the true storytellers know, the quarrel did not end there. Fanned by the flames of tangled jealousies, petty arguments and bruised egos, the clans went to war. And because it was a war among the gods, it went on for not ten, not fifty, not a hundred years.

It lasted a full thousand years.

Until now.

The battlefield was strewn with the bodies of demigods and humans alike. Perhaps the most saddening sight was the dead animals. At least the people had known what they were doing when they came to battle. Faithful companion wolves, fierce and beautiful, dead by the dozen, their sharp eyes glazed over. Handsome stallions and mares, some bleeding to death, others piteously neighing as they struggled to shift broken limbs. Magnificent eagles shot down out of the sky. Even a tiger, who fought to her last breath as she was cornered by a group with spears.

You set your jaw and pulled your mask down over your face, unable to bear the sight. It was time to end this once and for all. Diplomacy had been attempted, and it had failed. The only way left was to kill him, and force the Tsukishima clan to their knees. Then, and only then, could you bring peace to the land. You stopped when you reached the tall figure in the centre of the battlefield.

He turned after casually dispatching an attacker, flicking the blood off his blade. His voice was deep, smoky, with a hint of amusement.

“So you’re finally here. I wondered when they’d get desperate enough to send the sun goddess. Maybe you’ll actually pose a challenge, hmm?”

The moon god was just as arrogant as you’d heard. Certainly, anyone who wielded just a katana, wearing barely any armour, had to have a stupendous amount of confidence. He was also rumoured to be handsome, though you couldn’t make out his features under all the blood and grime. Was he…smiling?

His apparent enjoyment of the situation made you all the more determined to be victorious in this encounter. You readied your sword in front of you, a straight blade with a deadly edge and ornate hilt. Your voice was muffled slightly by the mask.

“And I never thought the Tsukuyomi would be so unimpressive. Here I was expecting you to have finished me off already, but all you do is talk. Can we end this sometime soon?”

His derisive laugh made his white wolf’s ears prick up. The god didn’t shift his stance, however, merely hoisting his dripping sword over his shoulder, looking as relaxed as ever.

“Come at me then, little girl.”

You were halfway across the field before he finished the sentence. Your blade, Kusanagi, blazed with light and the scorching heat of a summer sun just as it came down over his head, making him flinch in surprise. His reflexes were no laughing matter, however, as he parried the blow and sliced across your torso in a potentially fatal cut, all in a single movement. You jumped back a few feet, taking a moment to assess the night deity.

It seemed he was doing the same. “You do have some fight in you after all. Can’t say the same thing for your cousin, seeing he’s dead.” Your grip on the hilt of your sword tightened at the mention of Miyaji, but you didn’t respond to the taunt. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t killed several Tsukishima members yourself. Their faces still haunted your thoughts, not that he would care.

The Tsukuyomi was circling you now, his shadowy robes flickering on the periphery of your vision. You sensed, rather than saw, the moment he fully shifted into his divine form, the power of his radiance rippling through the air. When he completed a full circle to stop in front of you, he was clad in full armour, the silvery metal emitting a subtle white glow. The high collar and long drape of his overcoat rustled in the wind. When he pointed his shining blade at you, his voice echoed with the brilliance of reflected stars, of velvety night, and seductive promise.

“Show me what you can do, Amaterasu of the Hinata clan.”

Since he had paid you the high compliment of taking on his strongest form to battle you, it was only fair you do the same. Your body lit with golden fire, shining gauntlets and chest plate forming around your luminous limbs. Several mortals and deities shaded their eyes, blinded by the brilliance of your form.

“I am honoured, Tsukuyomi.” Your words rang with the crackle of all-consuming heat and the chime of temple bells. “If you wish to die a splendid death, I will oblige.”

His smile only widened, the expression verging on deranged delight. “Famous last words.”

The force of steel on divine steel sent a shockwave through the air, toppling everything in the vicinity of the combatants. Around you, the war had almost halted entirely in favour of watching the heirs of the clans fight. To the human eye, the duel was a series of blurred flashes, gold sparking against silver. To you, it was a deadly dance of blades, of dodging and parrying and twisting, neither getting the better of the other.

You tried to end the deadlock by clamping a hand on his arm, melting through the armour like butter. Just as his skin began to scorch, the moon god retaliated by gripping back, twisting your arm painfully and driving a foot into your stomach. The blow sent you flying back, and you couldn’t stop yourself before you crashed into a castle tower. The force of the impact rocked the foundations, and the tower crumbled to the ground in a pile of stone. You gritted your teeth at the needless destruction.

The lunar deity sauntered over, armour reforming itself around his arm. “Good try, goddess. But you’ll have to do better than that to kill me.”

You smiled through the pain as you pulled yourself up with your sword. “Then how about this?”

The world exploded in a blaze of light and heat as you brought down a beam of pure, unfiltered sunlight. The air turned dry as the moisture was the abruptly evaporated, the ground left parched and cracked by the intense heat. Tsukuyomi staggered from the onslaught, steam rolling off his armour. As your mask shattered in pieces, unveiling your face, you noted with some satisfaction that he had been weakened, his bronze skin losing some of its glow.

He growled in rage, blade roiling with wisps of smoky power. You shifted to meet his charge, bracing for the force of his blow. It never came, because just then, the heavens split and you had one moment to feel the air sizzle before an enormous bolt of lightning tore the ground open. The moon god also stopped in surprise as a torrential rain began without warning, sluicing the blood off the both of you in rivulets of dark red. His eyes widened as a figure descended, untouched by the downpour.

“It can’t be…you were supposed to be asleep…” He sounded as disbelieving you felt.

In person, a dragon was every bit as awe-inspiring and terrifying as you had heard. The sinuous body coiled with hidden strength, the talons as long as your arm, the white scales tinged with red, and the ruby eyes that glinted with celestial power. The emperor of heaven had slumbered for the better part of a millennium, and he did not seem pleased to be awake.

Perhaps sensing the shocked intimidation he was inspiring, the dragon shimmered and reformed into a human shape. His voice was youthful yet low with the hint of danger.

“It has been an age since I took on this form. It is uncomfortable as ever, I see.” The Ryuujin swept his ruby gaze over you and the moon god.

Recovering your wits first, you sank into a deep bow. “Akashi-sama, what brings the lord of the skies here? Have you returned to rule as you once did?”

He turned the force of his stare your way, though it was softened by a small smile. “Not yet, daughter of the sun. I had no such intentions, but it seems I must interfere in this feud of yours. It is disturbing the balance of things.” He glanced at the deity standing next to you.

The lunar god, in his never-ending arrogance, merely inclined his head at the great king. The dragon seemed amused by Tsukuyomi’s reaction. “You are Aomine Daiki, are you not? The Tsukishima clan remains as proud as ever, I see. Such is the nature of the moon’s people, after all.”

Aomine drawled, as lackadaisical as ever. “I’d rather hear your plans for this war, Ryuujin.”

Akashi’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “Indeed. You will, firstly, as representatives of your houses, call an end to this quarrel. Tell your armies to lay down their weapons.”

Your head snapped up. “But Akashi-sama, we’ve tried-“

“Then,” said Akashi in a tone that brooked no argument, “you will create lasting peace between the gods. The sun and the moon lead the assembly, and it is up to you to set an example. Bind yourselves to a treaty so that this may never happen again.”

Aomine frowned. “They won’t agree so easily to the terms, you know that.”

The dragon god smiled chillingly. “Then we shall have to make it in their interests to comply.”

“How do you propose we achieve this, my lord?” You were as skeptical as Aomine. As much as you wanted peace, you didn’t think it was easily reached.

“By including a condition in the treaty that will ensure the clans cannot attack each other easily. By joining two houses irrevocably through their most prized possessions.”

Your eyes widened in growing horror. Aomine gripped his sword harder.

“You two,” continued Akashi calmly, “will have to get married.”

There was a clatter as your blade fell to the ground. You stood frozen as the implications began to creep over you. A lifetime…married to him. Your eyes met those of a frustrated Aomine’s. Trapped in his night-blue irises, your heart jolted and your blood sparked. The strange feeling made you short of breath. Was that…attraction?

You realized with a sinking feeling that the war was going to be nothing compared to what was ahead. It was one thing to risk your life for your family. It was another thing entirely to risk your heart with the man who hated you with a vengeance.

“Oh no.” Your voice was a horrified whisper.

Akashi smiled benevolently. “Oh yes. Congratulations, lady _____. Your wedding will end a war.”

#kuroko no basuke fanfic #aomine x reader #fantasy au #japanese mythology #gods and goddesses #arranged marriage #warring clans #akashi seijuro #inspired by a prompt

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