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meowyn · 20 days

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Linger

gender neutral reader, just some comfort set directly after chapter 11.

a/n - started to write this at 5am and it's now 7:30, god help me. this might be ooc & really short i'm sorry i've not actually posted something recent in years lololol but i love last legacy & felix sm so!!

felix didn't miss the way you clung to his side after his (and your) return from the hells, the two of you finally settling down for the night. he was perched on the edge of his side of the bed, meanwhile you lingered behind him, casting worried glances his way whenever you decided to look at him directly. though, he noticed you hadn't looked at his face once, which made his heart ache terribly for you.

whilst he was in the midst of figuring out what to say, how best to soothe your anxiety, he felt your head bump lightly onto his back while your arms slowly circled around his waist. he waited silently as he heard you inhale deeply, shakily breathing him in as you often did, and for once as you exhaled the tension didn't leave your body at all.

a worried frown tugged at his lips before he spoke, quiet and (he hoped) comforting, "what's the matter, love?"

of course, he knew what was wrong. he had just died, after all, and he'd be an absolute fool to miss the sheer terror in your eyes at that fact. he just wanted to give you a chance to let it all out yourself, to please just trouble him with this, at least.

as if you could read his mind, a muffled sob escaped you and you squeezed him tighter, and he didn't know wether he what he felt was relief of devastation.

"i'm sorry.." you murmured, sniffling in a futile attempt to stop the seemingly endless flow of tears, "you.. died today, and here i am, crying like some sort of idiot."

he sighed at that, gently untangling your fingers from his shirt before twisting around to face you.

"oh, my sweet.." he cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away your tears, kissing at your nose for good measure, "as i told you, i have died many times so-"

"that doesn't matter!" you surprise both of you by blurting out, holding onto his wrists tightly and looking at him so desperately he feels his heart nearly tumble out of his throat.

"it's just.." you mutter, pushing past your initial statement in hopes you could get your point across to him, unaware that he already understood perfectly, "i was so worried, you were so cold.. and your eyes were so hollow that even now i'm afraid to look."

he nodded empathetically, about to respond until he saw your expression change to a deep frown as you suddenly glared at him, rendering him speechless.

"god, for someone so smart you can be such an idiot. why would you jump in front of me like that? who do you think you are? batman?" frustration laced your tone as you spoke, sniffling once more as you were about to continue ranting. until you glanced at his face, that silly, boyish grin adorning his features making any negative feelings you had dissipate, in turn making him laugh fondly as a blush crept it's way up your cheeks.

"batman? who is that?" he asked, still smiling even as you shot him another glare for his teasing tone, "forgive me, but i cannot quite feel the full force of your anger when you're pouting like that."

felix chuckled again as you sighed in defeat, leaning forward until you were wrapped up fully in his embrace, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"i'm not angry at you," you murmured into his chest, head tucked where his shirt was left unbuttoned so you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, "though i will be if you frighten me like that again."

"i understand, however," with his fingers under your chin, he urged your head up to look at him, "whenever i have an opportunity to keep you safe, i'm going to take it. you don't understand how precious you are, do you?"

you're unable to argue with that, especially as you feel the days exhaustion set in and felix's hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"you're precious to me too, so please, no dying if you can help it." as you utter the words, you already know what he's thinking, and when you share a look you think back on his earlier words to you.

'but death would never keep me from you. not for long.'

then, when he holds your face in his hands once more, you're both smiling as he kisses away every remnant of your upset with every bit of devotion a votary saves for their diety. he loves you, you think, and you know you love him.

#felix escellun x reader #last legacy #last legacy felix #last legacy felix x reader #thisisterribleimsosorry

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cho-aaacho · 6 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Protecting

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Protecting, Bittersweet, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 18)

Ethan was there and stood with a blank expression. The moon cast a shimmering pearl radiance upon him. Above his head were celestial stars glimmering the night, making his somber drown in despair.

An air of melancholy surrounded him as a memory of his trauma filled the empty space of his mind. His tears, like rivulets of emotion, coursed down his cheeks.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. He fixed his eyes upon you, then turned his head to glance, yet enigmatically, at the glimmering night city from the rooftop.

"Why does it always happen to me?" he began, savoring the familiar sadness that seemed a permanent resident in his mind. "It's as though I was born for nothing."

"Why is it, Ethan?" You are trying to calm him. Squeezing his hand and peeking at the nighttime celestial sky.

"Ethan, everyone has the right to feel sad and happy. What are we? We aren't God. We cannot change our feelings that easily."

You two are now drowning in profound silence. Not a word dares to escape your lips after your last spoken truths.

A black thread, as black as a pearl, ties you and him together and brings you to this very rooftop.

"Yes, we aren't God, if we were God. We wouldn't be hurting like this." Ethan fell with trembling hands and left his shoulder sagging.

Ethan's mind is trying to piece together his good memory of Mia and him. But every time he tried, a tear fell like a raindrop.

Ever since witnessing the tragedy of 2017, something bad has been haunting his daily life. It has pulled him deeper into the pit of despair, rendering him lifeless.

You are his trusted psychiatrist. You were hoping that you could change his life to the old Ethan that Mia always knew, trying to cherish Ethan's life and make him blossom again like flowers.

But you and he share the same loss; both of you were touched by the cruel hand of fate.

Losing a beloved figure in life.

Your partner and Mia were coworkers. But Ethan cannot forgive himself for being unable to save them. In that village.

"Ethan," you whisper softly, feeling the soothing yet cold wind blowing through your hair. As you try to talk, you reach for his shoulder. Trying to heal his spirit.

"Ethan, we may not change our past. But I'm sure we can shape our future. Maybe we cannot see Mia or my partner again. But we must carry on. No one asks to be sad for the whole of their life. But I'm sure. Something good will be blossoming in our lives."

Ethan shrugged and lifted his head to face you. To see your calm and warm smile on your face.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. But his eyes are still watering from the tears. "Next time. I won't fail again, and when the time comes, I'll protect you."

You shook your head. A symphony of a night breeze danced around your presence.

"No, I should be the one who protects you, Ethan. No one else, just me. I don't want to see you like this again. It's hurting me so much. I'm still trying to find a good place for you to live without sadness and pain floating through your life. Let me take you to that place, Ethan."

Note : Please forgive me if it feels more like angst than fluff. But since the prompt is protecting, I had a terrible idea to write Ethan like this. (╯︵╰,)

#resident evil #resident evil ethan winters #resident evil ethan #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters x you #ethan winters fluff #resident evil fluff #fluff x reader #flufftober2023 #flufftober

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years

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FFXIV Scions Headcanons: Discovering they married you after a drunken night

A/N: Starting off really good with being back

Context: Both of you got black-out drunk & ended up getting married. When you wake up & go down to meet with your friends, you find out about it. Thing is, both of you are madly in love with each other, but no one had confessed prior to this moment.

Estinien

he would not believe it at first

he doesn't remember what he did while drunk but he has never gone out and just married someone

how can he believe it when most of the Scions can't stop giggling

until Alphinaud suggests him to ask Aymeric whom had specifically travelled for this wedding that "just could not wait another second"

Aymeric while concerned at first would have the goofiest smile on his face as he recounted how in love you & Estinien seemed to be

Estinien's was surely to turn quite the shade of red

but he didn't deny that he felt so enamoured for you

Estinien would then ask for you to speak to him privately

only prompting the others to quickly leave to give the newlyweds some time to themselves

"So we got married"

"Seems like it"

it would be quite silent until you blurted out that you do love him & have feelings for him

he could not believe his ears & would stay silent for a good few minutes while staring at you without blinking

"If you don't feel the same, that's quite alright-"

the shear panic he would feel when he snaps back to reality after hearing how dejected you sounded

he would never want your heart to break because of him

"NO! Wait. Hold on. Please. I feel the same. I'm just shocked. This is a lot to process so early in the morning."

"It's the afternoon. We slept-hold on. Did you just say you felt the same?"

"Should I not have."

"Tell me again, I think my ears couldn't remember."

he would let out a chuckle at your choice of words

"Your ears couldn't remember huh?"

"My brain hears but doesn't remember. My ears don't hear but they do remember."

"I really married you for this huh?"

"Yes, and from what I can tell, you love it."

G'raha Tia

He would feel so horrified

no, not because he married you

it is but a dream to marry you

it may have been his dream but it was only supposed to be just that

it seems to be that not only was it his desire to marry you, but also yours to marry him

Urianger nor Y'shtola would lie about such thing

but now that you were "legally" married, he would have to come clean and admit his true feelings for you

and should you like to stay married, he would be the happiest man in the world

hopefully your relationship would progress & bloom until the time is right to one day have a more proper wedding

at least then you could renew your vows, update them from a drunken garble to more romantic words that would be remembered and cherished for a long time

Thancred

😏😏😏

Well then

this shall be the greatest story to tell while on his travels

as a matter of fact, he is going to bring up the fact that he is the WoL's husband

he'll announce it loudly and proudly

aside from that though, he would be worried that this was a mistake

he doesn't see it as a mistake

but

what if you see it as such?

it is one of his deepest fears to think that the love of his life would view this marriage as a mistake

he is well aware that he has not confessed to you, sure, but by the way he acts with you, his feelings are very much out in the open

please if you would, spare his heart

should you break it, he would not know of what to do

Urianger

this cannot be real

how could he have been so foolish

to be fair, he was drunk and well, so were you

and naturally, real feelings were bound to come out

and by the gods, did he have them for you

and he had kept them in for the longest time in fear that tragedy would strike & render him truly unlucky & a bad omen

but thus he hears from Thancred that this drunken wedding went rather smoothly

for that, he is grateful

should anything happen to you even then, he would not be able to forgive himself

you are the most precious person in his life and you truly deserved the world

he did love you

and it seems that his drunken-self wanted to make that quite clear

but to get married of all things and to not remember

or even to know how you felt about it

sure, Thancred said that you were just as lovestruck as him but he didn't get to experience that

and surely your sober mind would feel different

how could you be in love with him when there was surely others who were far better

he would need to apologize

should it come to it, he would prepare his heart should you tell him that you do not share romantic feelings for him

"Urianger? You're spacing out. Are you alright."

"Apologies, Y/N. I was just thinking."

"You were worrying. I know you well enough by now. Your leg bounces when you're nervous or worried."

and it had only stopped now since you had a hand on his leg

"All is well, I promise."

"It's about the marriage, isn't it? Are you not happy to have me as your partner? That's unfortunate as I was hoping you'd love me as much as I love you."

he would quickly pull you from the room to tell you just how much he adored you and loved you

and you wouldn't mind listening to his ramblings

should you get tired of talk, you would kiss him

Y'shtola

she wouldn't be so surprised that the two of you would go off and get married

especially while drunk

it sounds so thrilling

she imagined that it would have felt much more so

surely she will tease you about this

and she will be crafty enough to slide it into conversations with others so that they know that she is your beloved wife

has she confessed to you? she hadn't before this, but she would once she can pull you away from the others

while it may be fast, she would want to marry you a second time, this time completely sober

why not? after all, you were both technically already married

besides, it would be a shame to annul the marriage only for the two of you to go and do it again somewhere down the line

#ffxiv #ffxiv headcanons #estinien x reader #g'raha tia x reader #thancred x reader #urianger x reader #y'shtola x reader

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pfreadsandwrites · 3 years

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Congrats on gaining 100 followers🎉🎉You deserve all of them and more! 🥳 I'm looking forward to everything you're planning to write in the future❤️ As for the prompts, would you please do #160 with Kakashi? Go wild with it 👁👁 Thank you and I wish the best for your blog❤️

100 follower celebration

Okay, here it is! I want to thank you specifically @madaras-housewife because you have been so amazing and supportive from the first fic I posted here and your encouragement has really helped this blog grow and made me write more. So thank you so much, and I’m sorry this took me forever to get out!! This was a bit of an unusual one so it took me a while to think about, and apologies if it’s not wild enough heh but I tried my best to develop it into something. But thank you for everything and I really hope you enjoy this :) I tried my best to go ‘out there’ and wild with it lol. Also can I just say this mangacap is perfect for the last part of this one-shot lol.

warnings/notes: third person, Kakashi pov, female civilian reader (she works at the hospital but plz don’t ask for details beyond that lol), pining Kakashi, kinda fluffy, then kinda sad, then kinda hopeful, marking this as 18+ since there is a paragraph that is brief NSFW mentions, in my mind this takes place between the time skip between part 1 and part 2 but it doesn’t really matter. Told in 4 small vignettes/parts essentially. 2.7k words.

taglist: @allthingskakashi @datblobbyfish @enchantedpendant @madaras-housewife @ibukiirisha @praisingkuroosbedhead @cinam00n @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored

160. “Do you think you could teach me that?”

It’s a simple question.

Of course, it’s also a pointless question, one that Kakashi’s sure she’ll see through, one that he shouldn’t even think about asking.

Of course, he’s in the hospital again. Of course, she’s the one with the misfortune of tending to him again. Of course, he’s mesmerised while her hands dutifully wrap the tourniquet around his arm, like she’s cutting off the blood to his brain.

So, of course, he asks it without thinking.

The self-admonishment starts before the words finish leaving his mouth.

Do you think you could teach me that?

His cheeks heat up as the words catch up with him. They echo again and again, serving only to jeer at him further. What the hell is he thinking, making a request like that? A request that’s so nonsensical, so outlandish, so flimsily shrouding its true intent that she’d be justified in ridiculing him right there.

But it’s done now. Here he is, asking a bizarre favour of a civilian woman already doing him a favour.

Kakashi’d be content if the ground gives away underneath him, snatching him from this damn hospital bed. When he ponders the situation further, and he finds himself contemplating her reaction - no doubt a bewildered, adorable expression would grace her beautiful features (God, how much deeper could he get?) - he almost wants to slap himself. How did he go from the Copy Ninja, Konoha’s best jounin, to an awkward dork so swiftly and smoothly? Not only that, but she hadn’t even said anything yet. Kakashi wanted to die.

Fortunately, she only pauses. Unfortunately, her delicate fingers still against his skin, and the sensation flusters and soothes him simultaneously. But it’s only for a moment, before she diligently returns to the task at hand. Even if she’s surprised, or worse, amused, she knows to conceal it. Taking his question seriously in that earnest way that only she can. It should have eased his mind, but instead there’s only guilt at having perplexed her.

“…You want to learn this? Don’t you have enough on your plate?” She asks, bereft of judgement or ridicule.

He shouldn’t have expected any less, he knows that, and yet he still finds himself on the edge. On that precipice between anxiety and comfort, where he’s always standing around her. He can’t even formulate a response to her simple question. Yes - he probably did have enough to do. And yes, he wouldn’t have got this far without some knowledge of first aid and basic medical ninjutsu - and she probably knew that too.

“I could probably manage. It’s not a problem if you don’t have the time.” As typical as it is for him to answer a question without explaining himself further, he berates himself for it this time. Why had he made this so convoluted? And why does she let him?

“I could probably make time,” she retorts, though her voice remains gentle. “I just didn’t think there’d be anything useful you could learn from me, or that you didn’t already know.”

Nothing useful you could learn from me, or that you didn’t already know.

This time, her words echo in his mind. They’re just as kind and nudging as he thought they would be. But that didn’t mean they were any less ridiculous.

Apparently, there’s nothing he can learn from her. Nothing she can teach him.

Nothing he can learn from the woman who always smiles so brightly and indiscriminately at anyone who graced her that it renders them all equal - turning everyone from the grumpy old curmudgeon to the innocent newborn to cheerful, optimistic entities at her mercy. Nothing he can learn from her inability to use her mysterious power for anything but good, to see the value in everyone, in him, against all better judgement.

Nothing he can learn from her selflessness, and her weird knack for chiding herself for her momentary lapses in kindness, for things others don’t think twice about. Nothing he can learn from her patience and empathy in the most ridiculous situations, and her faltering in it when she draws the attention inwards.

Nothing he could learn from the woman who’s determination to revel in life, even as the opposite surrounded her, surrounded him, surrounded everyone in this cursed village, managed to bring even the heavy weight of death to its knees. Nothing he could learn from the woman who didn’t even seem fazed by it, as she tended to the hospital’s neonates with a giggle and a zest for life that he barely comprehends, much less hopes to emulate.

If - he surprises himself at his optimism, but he owes it to her - he’s incapable of learning nothing from all that, then there isn’t much hope for him at all. And if there’s one thing she inspires, if he can even pick one, it’s hope.

Kakashi eventually stops ruminating. And of course, she lets him. A wry smile forms on his lips. “I wouldn’t say that.”

She glances back at him expectantly. Curiously.

“I think there’s a lot you could teach me, you know.”

She’s already taught him without intending to, he remembers, when she doesn’t press him for an explanation. She only smiles that shy, powerful smile.

But they both know it’s acknowledgement. Of what he’s trying to say, of what he’s asking her in his awkward, haphazard way. Kind as she is, even if she shouldn’t be, she agrees.

***

ii.

And so, ever the one to keep her promise, she sets about teaching him. And Kakashi, ever the one to falter, but never one to abandon, keeps coming back. He’s a quick learner in more ways he thought.

She teaches him that finding something to smile about in the day is easier than it seems.

She teaches him to laugh when he drops by the hospital to see her and a very small patient points at his hair and berates him from escaping from the geriatric ward.

She teaches him allowance for his mistakes, and respite for his suffering.

She teaches him what a fool he’s been for denying himself an embrace all these years.

She teaches him that a kiss might be more eternal, more damning, more fate-consigning that it has any right to be.

She doesn’t have to teach him just how intoxicating, addictive it is to kiss her between the legs. She doesn’t have to teach him just where and how to move his tongue before she’s tugging at that wild silver hair of his. And when he moves in her, when she clutches onto him for dear life, whispering his name in that weak, but lingering whimper, when their breaths mingle together and she manages to exalt everything from him - his love, his strength, his seed - she doesn’t have to teach him that though the price of vulnerability is high, the reward is even higher.

She teaches him, when he dares ask what he sees in a man like her, that there’s an answer to that question that satisfies him.

She teaches him that whilst leaving for a mission used to be easy, it might one day become difficult - even for him, the one who has over a thousand under his belt, the one who only has that many because he wished one would kill him. She teaches him to admit that, too.

And when it does become difficult, just as she taught, he learns that a person waiting back home is much more motivating than a death wish could ever be.

She teaches him to forgive himself, as she begins to accompany him on his graveside visits. She teaches him that there’s a chance - a small chance, Kakashi admits, but a chance nonetheless - that there’s more for his life than living it as a penance to ghosts.

She teaches him that dreaming isn’t just for the young, the idealistic, the good. It’s for the hurt, tired veteran too.

She teaches him that hearing those three words aren’t as terrifying as he’d convinced himself all these years.

He learns, when he finally returns them, that he should have said it back long ago. Because it was all worth it just for that look on her face.

***

iii.

Their time together, dreamlike as it is, is always interrupted.

She’s used to it, calmly nodding in his direction at the summoning bird that’s taken to pecking at her window now too. He nods in kind, and with a quick kiss, he’s off on his next mission. She’s always accepting, always understanding, but the patient stare that bores into his back as he leaps off towards the gravestone (an eternal part of the farewell ritual) belies her anxiety.

Still, Kakashi does make it back. And he does again and again. Sometimes his returns are at the hospital - and that expression of hers, where she doesn’t know whether to chide him for his injury or cry that he’s still in one piece - fills him with equal parts guilt and encouragement.

She still never loses that smile, though. The smile that everyone knows.

He has to leave it behind again.

He makes it back. Without a scratch, for once, but figures he might surprise her at the hospital anyway. Strange. He used to be so good at avoiding this place, and now it’s the first place he comes to of his own accord. It’s just another way he’s lost against her, but he doesn’t begrudge it. Maybe he wants some praise for being more careful, but he won’t admit that outright. Maybe he’s getting worse and worse at waiting for that smile, too.

His optimism is never rewarded. He’s been through enough to remember that, but he’s still foolish enough to forget.

It feels different, today, walking through the corridors that she’s made so inexplicably light, so jovial. She easily leaves her mark without trying, to the awe of shinobi and civilians alike.

So when the atmosphere is dense, experience teaches him to dread it. He asks at the front desk, forgetting his tendency to hide all he can about his personal life. The woman stares up at him with wide eyes, hesitating before regaining her composure.

“(Name) isn’t working at the moment. She’s in room 175.”

She doesn’t say anything else, but it wouldn’t matter if she had. The familiar dread creeps up through his bones.

He’s prepared himself for the worst by the time he’s at her room, but it’s moot when he sees her lying there. She’s lost all her colour, she’s thinner - everything about her that’d remembered these few weeks had become so weak. Her vivacity, her will to endure, had even fooled him. But she was just as fragile as anyone else. Except for him. Why the fuck couldn’t he break, instead of someone else, instead of something that meant anything just this one fucking time?

He sits at her bedside, his calloused fingers touching her dainty ones. She’s only sleeping, at least. Purple and blue spread like constellations over her skin, bandages on her arms and cheeks - the kind of injuries he’d expect on a ninja. Of a ninja too. Thoughts upon thoughts flood his mind - how the hell did this happen? Who did this to her? If she’s not safe in the damn village that he fought to protect, where the hell could she be safe?

And, of course, the curse that he’s done so well to forget he has. Did this happen, somehow, because against all judgement, he had let himself become close to her? It makes sense that he’d only be able to fool himself to a point.

And, of course, as if to shush his self-loathing and anxiety, in that fucking selfless way she always did, that broke his heart even more - her fingers move against his.

She blinks her eyes open slowly and turns her gaze to him. She doesn’t have the energy to smile, but she tries to mimic it in the look in her eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

He clasps her hand tight - and lets go just as quickly when she winces. “What the hell happened, (Name)?”

She softens her gaze. “It’s funny that I’m the one that ended up like this, when you’re the one that went out on a mission.” Her tone is light, but somehow the hum of her voice brings gravity, whether she wants it to or not.

She won’t answer his question. As if she feels guilty that she’s putting him through something, which only hurts all the more. And Kakashi knows that insisting too strongly is too unfair, too cruel when she seems so tired, no matter how much his blood boils.

There was an attack, he figures that much, and he overhears more from a nurse. A drunk jounin who’d come across her on his way home.

It’s dealt with swiftly, with the speed and efficiency Kakashi prides himself on, but it isn’t enough. He can’t forgive himself, even if she does.

She recovers soon enough, but only to a point.

Her smile is gone. The openness she’d inspire in everyone around her, the joy she’d invite - it dwindles down to nothing. It’s all too much, too familiar, a sad story he’s seen up and close too many times.

Any smile she makes now is a facsimile, a ghost of anything she could have offered previously. But her kindness still forces her to attempt it, no matter how much it hurts, when Kakashi looks at her.

As impressive as her will is, it’s only finite. He berates himself as she breaks one night, and sobs into his chest.

But she doesn’t do it again.

She doesn’t seem to do much of anything anymore.

He has another mission.

***

iv.

Kakashi’s at the training grounds again. He’s here a lot these days. When there isn’t a mission, he’s got into the habit of putting his body through the wringer. It’s what he deserves, at the very least. Besides, he has a lot more free time than he used to. As the raindrops mix with his sweat, his lightning style blends just as seamlessly with the sky.

“Do you think you could teach me that?”

The voice is familiar. Gentle, just like it used to be. Shakier than it used to be, but there’s a faint hint of the quiet resolve he used to hear, that he was foolish enough to take for granted.

He pauses. The chakra he’d gathered in his hands dissipates, and he turns around. He’s no amateur, he knew he wasn’t alone. But he could tell his little observer wasn’t there to pose a threat, either. She watches him with her wide eyes, the wide eyes that historically and even now freeze him in place. She was never one to marvel at his ninjutsu before, only acquiescing or being impressed where appropriate, - and that’s not quite what she’s doing now, either.

“Well -,” she holds her right arm with her left. It’s a normal gesture. One that would have endeared him, but only makes his heart sink now. Suddenly it’s difficult to watch her doubt herself. “Not that exactly. I don’t even want to do that even if I could. But anything you can teach me. It doesn’t have to be a lot. I think I’d be fine with a little. It’d be enough to feel better. If you don’t have too much on your plate.”

He’s watching her now, studying that expression in her eyes. Where she’s determined and defiant, even in that modest way. He believes her - she doesn’t want to learn a lot. She doesn’t want to be too much like him. But she’s allowing herself to learn from him. She’s letting herself take, not just give.

“Alright. Tomorrow, then. But let’s get you home first. It’s late, raining…,” his voice trails off, brushing off the rain from his hair sheepishly. “And I could use a break.”

She begins to smile that shy, powerful smile again. It’s sincere, and her ability to infect others with it seems to have returned. “That’s fine by me. I hear you’ve been overdoing it lately."

Kakashi finds himself grinning back.

Do you think you could teach me that?

It’s a simple question.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #naruto #kakashi fanfiction #pfwrites #this must be my favourite prompt i've written #listening to missed the boat whilst writing this like WOW I'MA SAD #WHY THIS DOESN'T SHOW IN TAG I CRY

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kourota · 3 years

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Little Mermaid au KageHina?

Process is under the cut, along with my rambles lol. Also, likes, shares, and reblogs are really appreciated y'all! Please don't steal my art tho, that's just mean

i'm a total slut for merfolk, water, and muscles, so voila! this happened!!! tis my first time doing a fully rendered and completed digital art piece and holy shit was this one hell of a ride. i'm actually a traditional artist so the switch from trad to digital was... interesting

*violently chases away flashbacks of me breaking down in tears because i didn't know what the hell colorizing masks and alpha layers were*

honestly this entire piece was just me fucking around with brushes and colors and just hoping it would turn out decent (and it actually did turn out lookin' good i'm so proud of myself yay) like, i had my own hinata ball boy arc here lmfao just observing the digital art gods and trying to unearth their secrets

i've concluded that they've all sold their souls to the devil

pfft, anyways, not really sure if i'll write a story for this, but i have the entire idea planned out and i'll probably end up either illustrating it in random scenes (i can't do comics guys please forgive me) or just giving up and writing the damn story. i really make no promises to finish this for my muse is more fickle than my will to live, but... yea haha peace out

*leaps back into the void*

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #hq!!#hinata shouyou #little mermaid au! kagehina #haikyuu!! fanart #merman!hinata #digital art #fanart #honestly i had a little too much fun with this drawing lol #the thirst is so clear look at his muscles wow #myart

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nandabell · 5 years

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Highlight be poppin.

Headcanon bout how our favorite shy bois cant stop staring at their fem crushes and their BOMB highlight. Bois that appreciate your makeup? Ooof!THATS MY TYPE.

Characters: izuku shoto Iida tokoyami

Izuku

He always stares with wide eyes and mouth hanging open when she walks past.

He cant help but think that they're so pretty when they smile. Her sparkling cheeks accentuated natural beauty.

Someone call a medic!

Her highlighted button nose has him blushing. So cute!

"I-i like how you did your makeup today" he shyly complimented.

The light pink highlighter she decided to use today looks STUNNING. HE CANT BREATH. WHERES THAT MEDIC!?

smiling brightly at him. "Thanks! I like your hair, its cute."

MOTHER FUCKIN HEART SQUEEZE.

And just when izuku thinks she cant get any beautiful, they show up to class the next day, cheeks, nose, cupid's bow, dusted in a light green highlight with small silver flecks of glitter.

OH MAMA.

He's speechless. Literally.

Noticing his staring when she sits down. Giggling at his expression.

"You like it?"

He nods furiously.

"Good. You inspired me to use green."

His face goes red, stuttering, then faints falling out of his desk.

The whole class turns to look back when they hear her shocked scream of "I-izuku-kun!?!?!"

Shoto

He has no idea what that bright sheen on her face is, but he cant stop staring at it.

Hes slightly blinded by its glow when the light hits it just right. But it suits her bright personality.

That shit was brighter than his future henny

He's always entranced by the different colors she wears each day. And cant help but think how gorgeous it looks on her.

And no matter how crowded it was in a room, he could always spot her right away. No doubt because of how the glittery highlight always manages to catch his eye.

He wont say it out loud but he thinks she looks her best when she wore only lip gloss and a strong highlight.

He thinks she's very pretty when she's smiling. The peach highlight with flecks of gold making her look so angelic.

He not blushing....

When he get caught staring he turns his head quickly away. "Is there something on my face?" She questioned.

"I...just noticed your...uh shiny cheeks..." he says. "Oh you mean my highlight?"

"Yes...it looks...nice"

She beams at his compliment and thanked him.

A couple days later she arrives to class, but he notices the lack of glow on her face. Hes kinda disappointed. When she sits in the seat beside him, and gives him a beautiful smile. He give a small one back.

Before he can question why she wasn't wearing any highlight, she's reaching into her bag. Pulling out a small compact.

"I got a new highlight!" She says excitedly opening the compact.

He just watches as she pulled out a small makeup brush and starts applying the product on her face.

His eyes grow wide and the duo chrome glow renders him speechless. It's a light red with orange and hot pink glitters meshed together. And its AMAZING.

Oh shit he likes it a lot.

When she's finished she looks to shoto. "Like it?"

He cant help but say yes. He's an honest boi after all.

Iida

Iida is not the type of person to get distracted easily.

But when his crush walks into class each day, he's forced to notice how she lights up the room.

Her highlight was ALWAYS on fleek.

He can't deny that she looks so good.

Be still his beating heart!

He admires the way the champagne highlight compliments her complexion.

He likes the way it makes her skin look slightly dewy and soft.

He also likes how her cupids bow is lightly dusted with the powder. Making them look more perked and kissable.

Is it hot in here??

She notices him looking at her at lunch. He blushes and tries to look like hes busy eating. "See something you like Iida-kun?" She teases. Making him flush harder.

He quickly apologises for staring. She just laughs it off. "Its okay, Iida-kun!" "It was rude of me to stare! Please forgive me!" She does.

His friends chuckle at his flustered state.

He feels like an idiot for gawking at her. But when she's smiling so prettily, her face glowing. He couldn't help it. She was so alluringly beautiful.

Tokoyami

He always thought he was a lover of dark and gloomy things.

But he finds that he doesn't mind her colorfully bright face.

In fact he LOVES it when she shows up in class with a blinding highlight.

Hes amazed at how she mixes glitter in with the highlight sometimes. Making it more intense and beautiful.

He compliments her one day. She smiles and thanks him. "You're so nice fumikage-kun!"

He preens at the smile he was able to put on her face. And his heart flutters.

From then on he always makes sure to let her know he likes her highlight.

She soaks up the compliments with genuine happiness. "Your spoiling me with all the compliments!"

He loves it.

All shades and colors of highlight always look good on her.

But his favorite one by far was a lavender one she wore one day. She had mixed in small black duo chrome stars with it. Giving her an almost ethereal look.

By the gods...she was GORGEOUS.

Someone get dis boi some water!

He wants her to wear this all the time.

Maybe he'll work up the courage to tell her. For now he was going to admire her bomb ass glow.

End.

Welp..

I'm happy now. We need more bnha boys appreciating makeup fics. So if you happen to write one let a hoe know!

#bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha tokoyami #my hero academia #deku midoriya #midoriya izuku #izuku #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #tokoyamifumikage #tokoyami x reader #iida tenya #tenya x reader #headcanon

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witchcraftingboop · 4 years

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Study Reflections(?):Chapter One

My pages, as of right now, are structured as such:

Three Books of Occult Philosophy

Chapter one is one I've read before, and it was pretty much self-explanatory. Agrippa divides the world around him into three portions - the celestial, astrological, and terrestrial - all of which are connected and can be influenced to render results the magician wants to see. The reason shit works or doesn't is discussed a little more in chapter two. Also, he tries to get the church off his back and informs the reader that he's but one young dude in a big sea of other more experienced dudes.

Opuscula Cypriani

The first variation on the prayer of St. Cyprian has a rather clear structure and a breadth of knowledge, both on curses/hexing and biblical events. The structure appears to be i) repentence, owning up to past mistakes, ii) ask for forgiveness in the name of those previously shown mercy, iii) no seriously I've changed and want to see no evil prevail, iv) i mean not just for myself but those folks over there too and the ones I myself previously affected thnx, and v) god is good all the time - but particularly when he forgives me please. He's a very good Christian boy here. But more importantly - to me at least - the words used display quite clearly what St. Cyprian is all about. He can expell the evil or make it all come crashing down. The bifurcation is one I found rather easy to distinguish, though I'm sure it's not the reason the prayer was put out there so 🤷‍♀️

Note: I'm not convinced this is what I'll do for every chapter or even that I'll post anything like this ever again, but for now, this is what I wanna do, so I am. Anyways, don't take these "reflections" that seriously (god knows I clearly didn't); that's it!

#witchblr #occult study #witchcraft study #opuscula cypriani #st cyprian #agrippa #three books of occult philosophy #study reflections #magic theory

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jamkookies · 5 years

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part VIII •

Stay

"No you don't."

"What?"

"You felt the need to say that because I've been taking care of you, that's all."

He gives you an incredulous look, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you feel bad for me and you said that so I could feel better," you say.

He grips you by the the straps of your tank top and pulls you to him.

"Do you really think I would do that? Take pity on you? Is that what you're saying?!" he growls into your face.

You're taken aback by his sudden outburst. He looks angry, but his fingers are gentle and the proximity of his face to yours is anything but hostile.

His eyes keep staring at your lips.

"I've felt like this for five god damn years, but you're just too stupid to notice anything."

Jungkook's breath tickles your face as he struggles to get the words out of him.

"I love everything about you - the way you look, the way you act, the way you you scrunch your nose when you're reading, the way you tend to put other people's needs before your own.."

His expression softens a little and his hands abandon your shirt to cradle your face.

"I love you, Y/N and nothing can change that."

Your vision turns blurry because of the tears threatening to spill.

Your lips quiver and you're just about to say something back, when a rustle of leaves makes you both freeze.

At the edge of the hollow, a man's feet appear.

You and Jungkook flatten against the wall, him protectively shoving you against his back, even with his injury.

The man's feet are illuminated by the moonlight, roaming around the entrance of the hollow, but making no attempt to get in.

He hadn't seen you.

You hold your breath, terrified to let out even the slightest sound.

The wet leaves under his feet crunch every time he makes a step and it feels like a clock ticking closer and closer to your doom.

Another pair of feet join him.

"Did you find anything?"

"No. But they can't have gone far. Not with that injured leg of his."

"If Jungkookie dies, I will kill you."

The man chuckles.

"You're in no condition to threaten anyone. I could shoot you in the head right here and no one would ever know."

"But you won't," the girl says." You need me to get your money."

"For now."

"For now," she echoes.

They both pivot and walk away in opposite directions.

You can hear the steps getting further and further, till the sound gets lost in the breeze.

The rain had stopped for some time, you notice.

"That was close," Jungkook whispers.

You wanna say something.

Anything.

You wanna scream to the world that you love him so much to the point where it hurts.

But you don't.

The words get clogged up in your throat.

So you just put your arms around his torso and give him a back-hug.

Leaning your head onto his back, you can feel the vibrations reverberating through his whole body when he speaks in a low voice.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?"

You just squeeze him tighter.

"That's more than enough, then." he says.

He puts his hands on top of yours and starts making circles with his thumbs.

You just stay like that, in silence, enjoying the company of each other's arms.

* * *

He'd fallen asleep.

The exhaustion must have finally gotten to him, you think to yourself, as you feel his weight on your front body.

He hadn't removed your hands from his torso, hadn't even moved an inch, but just let himself relax till the tiredness had eventually knocked him out.

You scoot back and let his head drop onto your lap.

His longish hair falls into his eyes and you move them out of the way.

You trace his face with your fingers, lingering on every edge.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

His eyes shoot open.

"Like what you see?" he says.

You huff a laugh and your shoulders shake with the action.

"I do, actually." you answer.

He grins immediately.

"What exactly do you like the most about me?"

You are about to give him a sassy comeback, but you give up halfway.

"Everything."

He looks a little taken aback, but continues nonetheless.

"What about physical features?"

"I like your scar." you say and your fingers immediately find the flaw on his left cheekbone.

That small imperfection was what made him perfect.

"Wait, you actually like that?"

You nod vigorously.

"What else do you like?"

He was really enjoying this.

"You have a nice... umm..physique."

His eyes narrow at your words.

"Be more specific."

"Oh for heaven's sake, you have nice thighs, god damn it! There, I said it!" You shout in a whisper.

His smile goes on full-bloom.

"No funny comments, no snarky comebacks... Wow, there really is something going on here."

"You look pleased as hell."

"I like to be appreciated."

"You literally have millions of fans doing that every single day."

"But I wanted to hear it from you, though."

You look at him pointedly for a while, then release a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop." he says quickly and lowers your hands to his lips to kiss them.

Oh goodness.

He was just making it worse.

Goosebumps flare all over your body and it's the best you can do not to shiver.

"I should check your wound." you say with a forced air of nonchalance.

"Jumping right into the good stuff, aren't we?"

You tug at a string of his jet-black hair.

"Ow, ow.. sorry, sorry." he whines.

Your hands reach for his thigh, untying the strip of cloth with delicate hands.

This is not good.

It had started to get swollen, its corners red and puffy. If you didn't clean it fast, the infection would spread even more.

"I'm gonna go get some water." you say, already rising to your feet.

"With those guys wandering around the forest? Absolutely not."

"Your wound is infected. I have to clean it."

"It's too dangerous."

"You're gonna lose your leg."

"Better than losing you."

Your words falter in between your lips.

He grips your calf and looks at you behind his see-through bangs, doe eyes begging.

"Stay."

You had to go. You couldn't just leave him in this condition.

"Please." he adds.

You release a long sigh and get down to your knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

"We should get some sleep." you whisper. " We're leaving at dawn."

He offers you a bunny smile and envelopes you into his arms. You put your hair on his chest and just lay down together, savoring the warmth of each other's presence.

* * *

Eight minutes.

You had been counting non-stop, waiting for the sound of his steady breathing, the signal for you to do what you had to do.

You had to make sure he was really asleep before you left.

He was never gonna forgive you for it.

You knew that very well and you still proceeded to detach his hands from your arms, being extremely careful not to wake him up.

Thank God for his habit of sleeping like a log.

Soundlessly rising to your feet, you tip-toe your way out of the hollow. The ground is wet, the constant dripping of the water from the branches soaking it thoroughly.

First, you had to find something to fill up the water.

You scan the trees and bushes, looking for any decent-looking leaves.

There.

A few feet from you a shrub is in full bloom, its green, wide leaves hanging around it like a crown.

You pluck off a couple, careful not to rip them apart.

Wrapping them into a half sphere, you put them under a dripping branch and wait for it to fill up.

This was gonna take a while.

And the constant thoughts about having to let Jungkook on his own, unprotected, didn't make it any easier for you.

You prayed for him to be safe, prayed they wouldn't find him.

Drip drip drip.

The anxiety threatened to swallow you whole, all kinds of thoughts jumbled into your head in a disarray.

You look at your improvised bowl and notice that it's filled to the brim.You bend down to pick it up but the eyes staring at you in the reflection of the water make your breath hitch in your throat.

Then, something hard smashes into your skull, rendering you unconscious.

* * *

You open your eyes to semi darkness, dawn ready to spill its light on the top of the trees.

Your head pounds harder than the last time you got drunk with the boys.

The things you would give to go back in time...

There's none of that now.

Nothing except for the feeling of exhaustion weighing down your lids, your body an utter wreck.

There's a wetness at the back of your head. The feeling of something trickling down.

You know it's blood.

The terrible ache on your head was proof enough.

You look down at your body and almost scream at the sight.

They've tied you up against a tree, the rope digging into your wrists.

"Finally up, I see." you hear a voice nearby.

You turn your head from side to side, trying to locate its source.

The man is sitting on the ground, grinning at you like a psychopath.

"You know, she told me to kill you." he continues. "Get rid of you as fast as possible. But I didn't. I figured out I could easily sell you to the highest bidder with just a phone call. That Jungkook guy isn't the only famous one here."

You give him a look of disgust.

He keeps talking, unbothered by your indifferent behavior and gets in front of your face.

"So what I'm gonna do now is go get the car by the side of the road and then we'll go on a little trip, right sunshine?"

You spit into his face.

He flinches, hands reaching to wipe it off.

Then he slaps you so hard across the cheek, you see stars.

It stings like hell but you refuse to let out a sound, letting the anger build up inside of you instead.

He stands on his feet then storms off.

Bastard.

You'd never wanted to kill someone so badly. However the feeling of enragement gets replaced by raw panic.

What had happened to Jungkook?

Was he alright?

You hoped he was still asleep, safe from the clutches of these maniacs.

"Jungkook..."

"You called?" a voice is heard behind your back.

Two hands reach for the knot, trying to undo it.

Then Jungkook appears in front of you, sweat clinging to his forehead and a limp on his leg.

But he was okay.

He was safe.

You jump into his arms, squeezing him as hard as you can.

He does the same, pain and exhaustion all but forgotten.

"I'm so sorry." you say, voice muffled by his chest. " I didn't want to leave you alone but I had to."

"It's alright." he whispers. "I'm fine."

You breathe him in, letting his scent calm your nerves for just a second.

"We still have to go. He will be back soon."

You nod and grab his hand.

Ignoring the throbbing pain on your head, you sling his arm across your shoulder, letting yourself bear his weight.

"I'm alright, don't worry." he says and retreats his arm back.

You both sprint into a run and you know the pain on his thigh is killing him, but there's nothing you can do.

There's no plan.

You just run for your lives.

"Faster!" he gasps when he hears steps behind you.

It's the girl.

She has a gun in her hands.

You speed off, dragging Jungkook with you.

This was not gonna end well.

You had been caught up in between two fires. It was just a matter of time before you both got captured again.

The trees start to get rarer and rarer until a flowing creek appears in front of you.

It does not have a smooth flow.

The stream rushes fast and the rocks create whorls at every corner.

You don't stop.

It is now or never.

"Jungkook, I -

A shot rings in your ears and a terrible pain blooms on your shoulder.

The words don't make it out of your lips.

He doesn't let go of your hand and you fall into the water, dragging him with you.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #kookie #jk #jungkookie #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #ot7

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chelseawalker · 2 years

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This blog is mostly for me to have a place to work out some of one of my fics out. chrlseawalker, the current url, is the name of the major oc in it, probably until I decide what title to give it. Or maybe I'll keep chelsea cuz we stan a QUEEN

I posted a couple chapters to the old spam_monster kinkmeme (km), but disliked it and realized there was a newer dreamwidth km. I developed the idea more and posted a couple chapters I liked a lot more. Then I went to college and got writer's block etc and it didn't get any more development.

I got back into writing last year and this idea recently came back into me at full force. Going back over what I had planned (which is all still in my head wtf. I can't remember what I walked into a room for but I can remember this fic shockingly well.) I'm actually super excited. I had a lot of really cool concepts and plot for it!!!

I'm currently procrastinating on both editing those first couple chapters that had gotten posted and starting the proper outline (I got a timeline of pre-fic events from the wiki broken up into character-specific sections though!!) by considering what I'd title it. When I posted it on the km i didn't yet have one and named it shau. Then I called it Counting Stars (song title by Sugarcult).

I am at the beck of my whims so I can't help but wanna name it re:birthed or a lyric from re:birthed (by Hitoshizuku, it's the sequel song to Karakuri Burst) as they're my current music fixation.

re:birthed [/pos]

ephemeral sand.

just bad luck and crying [/j]

distorted spiral

Feelings you don't want to admit [bit on the nose for me ._.]

You have no choice but to laugh? [the ? makes it for me]

Justice Breaker [this is the title of a different song by Maki in the NfN (Nostalgia for Nothingness) series. I'm REALLY feeling this one actually)

Hypocrite Justice [while I feel like this could be good i feel like the implication of the title would be too much pressure on me lol]

dance with the ashes

kill all your muddy regrets

Monochrome stagnant world where weak flowers are cut [i like what this means but I'm not sure how to go about condensing it :(

]

flowers in a monochrome world [/pos]

flowerless world in monochrome [is okay]

Only the crimson color produced by cold iron feels comfortable [the original context is holding a gun or a sword as a weapon]

just bad luck and ridicule [fitting, but no]

Even if I break it, my heart is not satisfied [this is lovely but i don't think its implication 100% relevant to this fic which would make me anxious]

I wanted to keep it lost [could work!]

Who wants to break? [Mood]

The answer I grabbed is dyed red [:o ]

What if I could choose? [:O ]

From MismatcherP's stuff:

The angel grins and takes its next victim [good, but focuses on the wrong plot point]

Reaping what you sow

I do regret that we've met [ooooh i likey]

Broken beyond repair

I can't count on anything but the tick of the clock [implication isn't accurate]

You say that you'll kill god

Filled with despair and off to nowhere

The devil hidden there

The truth renders me blind [👀 altering blind to maybe: unsuspecting, cold, careless, unwilling.]

Gulping down my fears

You're still chasing

Can night terrors control you?

All a bunch of drama put into my facade [👍]

Will you defy your puppeteer?

You're a liar through and through [👀]

You will ruin the pedestal that I am placed on

The mask is never gone (which side do you want to see?) [Bit long but YEAH]

Taken from the light

You should be afraid of me (terrified of how i came to be) [nice]

I will define my fate at this rate [fuck yeah you funky lil characters]

All the violence that we showed (it destroyed me) [once again a great title that makes promises i don't know if i could keep lol]

A name is just a name to anyone that's the same

All a shame just to lose your face

The blame is on those who claimed innocence

Please forgive this pitiful me

Unknown Mother Goose [wowaka]

Unhappy Refrain [wowaka]

I'm not afraid so tell me, dear [Psychogram by Deco*27]

Psychogram [interesting wiki description........]

Could go suuuper simple with "Survival" . It really gets the core concept I think.

#talking out loud #watchmen fanfiction #silent hill fanfiction #talking to myself #dan dreiberg/rorschach fanfiction

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