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acidxinxwonderland · 11 months

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a perfect night

SFW and wholesome! Minors DNI!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: For the first time as a family, you, Freddy and Gregory are going to see the fireworks together. It is a moment you will always cherish.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a cute lil fic I wanted to write. 4th of July has officially passed but it's never too late for some wholesome times, right? It's pretty rushed and I'm pretty high so... I'm sorry LMAO

“Are you ready dear?”

Freddy stands by your side as you place some cold drinks in a small cooler, you were excited as ever knowing that tonight was the night you would celebrate your first holiday with your little family.

You stand up straight, looking up at the large animatronic bear with a kind smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be! I promise you, we are going to have so much fun.”

“I know we are my starlight. Now, would you like me to bring this and our chairs to the van while you retrieve Gregory?” He leans down, pressing his muzzle against the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Yes please! We’ll meet you out there.” You tilt your head up to press your lips against his momentarily. You have a hard time breaking away, letting him grab the cooler as you turn away to go to Gregory’s room.

You gently knock before creaking the door open to see the brunette on the bed looking down at his hands. He looks up at you with a hint of sadness in his brown eyes, offering you a weak smile.

“You alright kiddo?” You ask in a gentle tone, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

“Yeah I’m okay.” Gregory lets out a sigh, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. “I’m just um… A little nervous I guess?”

“Nervous?” Your brows knit together, walking over to sit on the bed next to him. “What’s making you feel this way bud?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs his shoulders, avoiding your eyes. You decide that it was best not to pry, to let him answer on his own time. Before you even know it the boy spoke up again. “I guess it just feels weird to be doing something so normal? As like… A family.”

You feel your heart melt at his words, it means the world for him to call the three of you a family. You place your arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. His body stiffens against you before relaxing.

“So… Us doing something normal as a family together makes you feel nervous?” You question while raising a brow.

“Yeah. It does. It almost feels too good to be true, like I dunno, I finally get the chance to have something like this and I’m happy, like super happy, but I am always scared that one day it’s all just… Gonna go away.” Gregory huffs out a sigh, leaning his head against you.

Feeling your heart wrench from his words you tighten your hold on him, you understand his fear - sometimes you feel the same way.

You hum out in thought, wanting to do your best to comfort the boy you see as your own child.

“I understand you are scared of getting this all ripped away from you, but I swear to you Gregory, I will always be in your corner. So will Freddy. We love you so much and it is a blessing to have someone like you in our life. We aren’t perfect, but we are family. I will fight tooth and nail for it to stay that way.” You lean down to press a kiss against the top of his head.

There was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of you as you gently ran your hand through his fluffy hair.

“I love you mom.” Gregory finally sniffles out and you immediately feel tears in your eyes. Only recently did he get comfortable enough to bestow that title upon you and you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it.

“I love you too bud, so much.” Your hand falls to his shoulder and you give it a gentle squeeze, it was nice to see him be vulnerable with you, something both you and Freddy had to work on together for him to be more expressive. “Are you feeling a bit better?”

Gregory pulls away from you, using the sleeve of his hood to wipe away a tear as he nods his head. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” He gives you a sweet smile, it was nice to see that on the boy who lived a hard life.

“Good.” You ruffle up his hair before pushing yourself off the bed. “Now, are you ready to go see the fireworks? Freddy is waiting in the van.”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He says with a determined look, getting up from where he sat to follow after you.

The two of you walk outside of your little home and make your way to Freddy who was eagerly waiting for you both to come out. You can tell he was excited with the way his ears wiggled upon your arrival. Although that happy expression was quick to be replaced with concern upon seeing you and Gregory’s eyes evident of recent tears.

“Everything is okay.” You reassure him in a hushed tone once you get closer. “We will talk about it when we get home.”

Your robotic boyfriend nods his head, opening the door to the drivers side for you and you hop in.

Once the three of you are in the van you start the ignition and drive to the park to see the fireworks together. With the night summer breeze flowing in through the window and the low music playing from the radio you felt nothing but serene, stealing glances over at your lover who stayed holding your hand during the entire ride.

You arrive at the park without a hitch, unbuckling your seat belt and looking back at Gregory who was playing a game on his DS. “Hey buddy?”

He looks up at you, tilting his head. “Yeah?”

“Listen, I know it makes you upset when people give Freddy weird looks but I want you to try your best to not say anything tonight, okay?”

Gregory rolls his eyes while opening his mouth to reply but Freddy quickly cuts him off with his own input on the situation.

“I understand it won’t be easy for you superstar, but we don’t want to risk getting kicked out of this event. What others think doesn't matter, what matters most is the love we all hold for one another. If anyone is rude towards me I will handle it myself, let us all just focus on having a wonderful night.” Once Freddy finishes Gregory falls silent, looking off to the side before finally letting out a sigh.

“Alright yeah, I can do that. But just for tonight.” He closes his DS and unbuckles his seatbelt. “I won’t say a single thing to anyone, pinky swear.”

“That’s my boy!” You say cheerfully, giving him a prideful smile. “You got this.”

With that the three of you exit the van and grab your camping chairs to go find a place to set up. Just as you expected you most definitely got some strange looks from others with the seven foot tall animatronic walking by your side. Everyone was still adjusting to the fact Freddy was now a part of society, even himself.

You find a nice, clear spot to set up, placing down your chairs and getting settled in. You sit in between Gregory and Freddy, feeling elated with your two favorite boys by your side.

You feel cool metal upon your warm skin and look down to see the giant paw of your lover engulf your hand. Your lips tug up into a small smile, giving a squeeze of affection.

"Are you excited starlight?" Freddy asks in this gentle tone that itches all the right spots in your brain.

"More than ever." You breathe out, staring up at him with starry eyes. "How about you?"

"Hm… well I think fireworks are a very interesting concept, but I am more happy to be here with the two of you." His grasp on your hand tightens. "I have never been so grateful to share these new experiences with you and Gregory."

You let out a small laugh. "Well buckle up big boy because we have a whole world to show you."

"And I cannot wait to see it." Freddy smiles down at you.

You lean back into your chair, grabbing Gregory's hand with your free one. You look over and notice the slight embarrassment on his face from the affection but he eases into it, getting replaced with a look of content.

It wasn't long until the show began, a single firework soared up into the starry sky that left you holding your breath in anticipation. Before you could blink a resounding explosion rips into the sky and dazzling colors paint the dark canvas above. You feel both Gregory and Freddy flinch from the sudden loud noise, making you let out a small chuckle as you give them both a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

There were a few moments of silence until multiple trails of fireworks came shooting upward, vibrant colors of blue, green, and red bursting up above. It was a beautiful sight to behold but when you looked over at the animatronic bear who was witnessing something like this for the very first time you completely forget the light show.

The fascination behind his glowing blue optics and his mouth slightly ajar from the scenery was leaving you feeling enamored, a soft smile on your face as the color in the sky bounces off his polished casing. You never felt more in love with another before, and seeing him with nothing but curiosity in his eyes made your heart pound in your chest.

Freddy finally tears his gaze away from the fireworks to look down at you, tilting his head to the side. Before he could ask if you were alright like he always does when he catches you staring you lean up to press your lips against the cool metal of his muzzle. Despite the fireworks exploding in the sky it felt like it was just you and him for a few moments.

Once you pull away the sounds, smell and lights come back into focus all at once. His look of admiration was clear as day as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. You look back up at the sky full of sparkling lights raining down, stealing glances over at Gregory to watch the captivated expression on his features.

This truly was the perfect night.

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy fnaf #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf gregory #gregory sb #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy x y/n #cc x oc #found family #wholesome oneshot

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the0ldmann · 2 years

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I heard you might be interested in the ol’ Sunny Time Town AU. Can I interest you in an STT AU drabble? Also I wrote this like, a month ago, and am only just now getting around to sharing it. It’s short, and it’s not very great. But I literally don’t know what else to do with it and I felt like sharing it. So uh. Enjoy!

They always say your partner should be your best friend…

"Jack, I-I…" My words caught in my throat as we laid on the hill, watching the fireworks with our fingers entwined. He'd done so much for me, made me feel so happy. I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me, but the words weren't coming out.

"Hmm? What is it?" He turned his head to look at me. Soft, dark eyes stared into mine, a spark of curiosity dancing behind them. It was so easy to melt under his gaze, but I struggled to remain focused. Though I still could not seem to get the words out, he remained patient.

His other hand came up to caress my cheek and I closed my eyes, sighing at his touch.

“I have a question, b-but I’m a little scared to ask.”

I opened an eye to see the gentlest expression from him.

“You can ask me anything! I promise I won’t get upset.”

“It’s not that I’m scared of you getting upset, it’s…”

I take a deep breath and try to center myself. Sunny Day Jack was the most reliable guy in town. He had his life together and he always remembered to check up on his friends. Thing was, he didn’t have a best friend. If what his sister said was true, Jack believed that only one person could truly be your best friend. Since you could only have one best friend, it was thought he was saving that title for someone he intended to spend his life with. A few had asked back in his middle and high school days if they could be best friends, but he declined them every time. Eventually they all gave up and nobody else had ever bothered asking him again.

Until now.

“Sunshine, whatever it is you want to ask, you know you can trust me.”

He called me Sunshine.

Now that I really think about it, he’d been calling me Sunshine for the past two weeks.

Cutesy pet names were never a thing I could recall hearing him call another person before. The closest he'd ever come to calling anyone something affectionate was bro or friend.

Did this mean…

With a hope previously unknown filling my chest, I forced my way through the butterflies in my stomach to finally get out what I’d been trying to ask.

“Can we be best friends?”

Time seemed to stand still as I awaited his response. His eyebrows rose in surprise and the thumb on my cheek stopped moving. Nothing was said and for a moment, that hope that I was trying to soar high on starting to falter. Plummeting faster than a man with a broken parachute, my anxiety was rapidly thinking about how I could pass it off as a joke, some prank that my friends put me up to. My thoughts were moving a million miles a minute in a panic fueled by embarrassment.

That was until he closed his eyes and brought his lips crashing down on mine. Instinctively I closed my eyes and kissed him back, relief washing over me. He didn’t need to say anything- I could feel it in the desperation of his kiss. It was like he’d been waiting all this time for me to show interest, bottling up his feelings until they would have no choice but to burst out. When we finally pulled apart, there was zero hesitation as he spoke.

“Oh, Sunspot, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you ask that question. I’ve been hoping for a while that you would ask. Of course we can be best friends! We can even be best friends forever. I love you so much, my Sunshine.”

I snuck another quick kiss before resting my forehead against his.

“I love you too, Starlight.”

The warmth from him blushing felt pleasant against my skin as he pulled me in for a hug and buried his face in my neck. Giggling, I hugged back before trying to shift ever so slightly so he’d be laying on me.

“You know, cuddling is nice, but so is cuddling and watching fireworks.”

Making himself comfortable while remaining wrapped around me, the end of the fireworks show certainly ended up being one to remember. Though admittedly, neither of us had our full attention on the fireworks, as Jack kept sneaking in little kisses here and there.

#minors dni #sunny day jack #sunny time town au #sunny time town #something's wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #stt au #idk what else to tag #enjoy my subpar zero effort writing l o l

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haila-wetyios · 1 year

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Like Mother, Like Son

“Two broken ribs, several punctures all around your torso and shoulderblades, an entire specialized wire roll that had a length that could reach the moon used up and left set up in the Shroud. At least thirty trips back and forth to the First. And, most of all, black tips at the end of a very pure white hair.” Haila stated, raising a hand to run her fingers slightly through said white locks of hair. The black was still rather faint, but there was no mistaking it. Three to four inches before the end of the hair tip, a low grey would begin and culminate in black.

“Did I miss anything?...” she then added, retrieving her hand to focus on the task at hand. Dabbing cotton into alcohol in order to continue cleaning said deep puncture wounds.

This caused Rhea to immediately wince right away, and that wasn’t counting the shiver that had run down his spine the moment his mother had touched his hair. But nevertheless, he remained quiet as he allowed his mother to keep treating his wounds. Conjury would be a better route for this, but he tended to favor letting things heal naturally rather than abusing aether.

“...Three shots through the abdomen..” he begrudgingly admitted, much to Haila’s horror. Some things, she figured, had been dreadfully inherited even if barely ever spoken about.

A concerned mother sighed in defeat as she shook her head, with patching done, Rhea was good to go as he slipped a loose shirt back on. He still had a few bandages over a few gashes over his face. Though he was reluctant to speak much, Haila easily understood as she gently slapped him and pulled over a chair to sit across from him instead.

For once, she’d skipped formalities as she turned the chair around and sat on it with the backrest facing him. Her arms idly resting on top of it as she stared down at him.

“When was the last time we had a talk like this in quiet?...” she asked with a low smile.

“Too long. Years maybe?” Rhea answered after a pause. Despite having always been the one who knew exactly what his mother was hiding, and the one that understood her plans best, he was also the one that spent the least time with her.

“Unless I count the few times I talked to you while you were… Well…” he motioned towards her.

Nearby, on the room next door, a few soft baby cries would be heard. It was to be expected when Luma had been left to fend on his own with two babies and a child with a dog. Starlight dinner should be ready soon.

Haila chuckled lowly. She never felt at unease with her own children. There was guilt sometimes, especially with the burdens both carried now. But certainly no unease when it came to talking. However, Rhea was always a special case in this. Not to mention it was the eve of Starlight, and though the festivities were ones she seldom mentioned apart from gifts to him and his sister through the years, both siblings had come to understand that this was also a period of mourning for her.

“Did I also trap you in my suffocating bosom like with Rhua?...” she asked in a light teasing tone.

Rhea simply shrugged at this.

“I made sure to visit only when you were asleep.”

“Mean child…” Haila muttered with a low chuckle.

There was another moment of prolonged silence, with only soft babbles and Rohmio’s distant laughs filling the space between them.

“You lost your kiddie title of ‘Untouchable King’ with all these injuries you know..” Haila suddenly mentioned rather lowly, her gaze looking down at the ground.

Rhea hummed in response as he too nodded in a subtle manner.

“Did you manage to see the fireworks from the earlier seasons?...” she then asked.

Rhea nodded slowly this time.

Once more, silence filled the space between mother and son. So many things thought, so many things unsaid. As if both were struggling to pick exactly which one to begin with. But in the end, both came out empty handed.

Somewhere in the bottom of his mind, Rhea wondered if he’d turned out like this because of his father. He was the one that had been too young to forge memories that lasted as long as his sister’s did. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t remember his father at all, no. Quite the contrary. But he was never able to bond with him in a manner that had impacted him as much as his mother.

And yet… He looked like him the most. And his actions too, were erasing that slowly but surely as well.

“I… Was mad at you, you know…” he said, opting to finally break the silence and admit to her the things he’d only ever had the courage to say when he knew perhaps only her subconscious was listening.

Haila’s ears perked slightly at this. Had she known this entire time? It was hard to tell. She’d never changed the way she acted towards him. Not a single time. Not even when she disagreed or was terrified of his choices.

“I thought I was getting back at you for all the things you’d done and hidden when I decided to become a guard.” he continued, his ears lowering a bit at that notion. It had been childish, and immensely stupid.

“I didn’t understand the weight of the choice I made until I was out there, fighting, failing to protect, and ending friends that met a worse end.” even he was ashamed of it. How seeing the brutality out in Lakeland had been what opened up his eyes.

Training in Eulmore be damned. Reading dad’s journals and tips be damned. Listening to Rhua repeat lessons she’d learned be damned.

And yet… Haila had not told him to not go for it. The one that understood what was out there the most. That she could lose a son the same way she’d lost a husband. Rhea had been adamant and quiet when he made his choice from a young age, and Haila never discouraged him from a path where she was clearly going to lose him.

“You didn’t understand it back then aye.” she agreed, intertwining her hands together as she leaned back for a moment. Manners briefly coming as she tried to sit straighter.

“But you were resolute. And skilled. And despite your stubbornness, I did everything I could to help you down that path and protect you. Though..” she trailed off, her smile fading briefly as she looked a thim.

“Do you think things would have been different if you’d taken all the gifts I made for you each year to protect you from even being scratched?” she asked, the only decision Rhea had ever made that she’d truly been disappointed with. But at the same time, even if she disagreed, she’d understood why.

Of course, he shook his head. Ready to repeat the same discourse he’d said so many times in the past.

“A captain having the best equipment out there and staying alive, while his soldiers make ends meet with standard equipment. It would be–”

“Unfair for me to be the only one privileged. And you don’t have time to make specialized equipment for an entire army. There’s no telling which wrong hands could get them if they were mass produced.” she finished for him. Haila then returned to smirk at him, albeit rather softly as her brows were knit with concern. “Anything else?...”.

Rhea merely shook his head some. Sighing in exactly the same manner his mother would do as he raised a hand to his head for a moment. Haila knew exactly what that meant.

It wasn’t too frequent, but it was still there. The reason why her son kept such a distance from everyone else. Because he’d been the only one to be born with a gift even his mother didn’t have. And though a blessing of light to many, it was most of the time a reason for Rhea to just keep his distance. Because he could ruin friendships, relationships, and even jobs if he was accidentally shown something he shouldn’t see. It had been the same with his mother. He’d witnessed the things she’d done to protect her children. Both in person and through memories. He’d known her secrets sometimes better than Haila herself.

“What was it this time?..” she asked him gently once she’d made sure that his attention was back to them in this instant.

Rhea shook his head lightly.

“Nothing important. Just you reading Rhua’s letter…” he admitted, it had been mundane this time. And he appreciated it. But even then… Things were sour. The thought of his mother reduced to the state that she was. And his sister, defiled by a fiend that had clearly used her for their own goals. It was enough to make his blood boil in the same manner that Rhua’s did.

“By the way.. I do agree with her. Stop flirting with that Edmont guy.” he added jokingly, trying to stir his thoughts away from more unsavory business.

Though still concerned, Haila chuckled some.

“Oh please… ‘Tis a song and dance with him that will remain as old as time. I don’t think you have a say say on who I love.” she told him light heartedly as she went over to pat his head.

The lightest of smirks flashed over his face. He missed this. Though he wouldn’t admit it. There were several things he wouldn’t admit after all.

After she was done, yet another moment of silence fell over the two. Though this one was warm, more comfortable than the previous one. This was the one that Rhea would usually settle in without much complaint.

Though of course, Haila had other things in her mind.

“I know you’ve recited your old creed about not using any other piece of equipment I’ve ever made for you out there. But you’re not part of the guard anymore. And you’re not fighting sin eaters for your life and the soldier’s lives. So… Would you consider just this time accepting your armor?” she asked him, the last part sounding almost like a whisper. Like a tiny plea for him to stop getting hurt now that he was in charge of his own life and no one else’s.

“You unfortunately inherited your mother’s recklessness despite playing it down very well until now…” she added, trying to lighten the mood even if just a bit.

Rhea scoffed lightly, though from his smirk, it was hard to tell if he was serious or not after he spoke.

“What did I inherit from dad then?...”

Haila though, seemed to give this serious consideration. He’d seldom ever brought up his father after all.

“Your mental fortitude.” she said at first, catching Rhea’s attention as his ears perked slightly.

“The strength to be able to withstand the weight of knowledge of things that could make anyone despair. And still carry on while being aware of their normalcy.” she concluded with a nod.

Rhea went silent at this (as usual). But eventually, he chuckled quietly at that. Though even such a motion also brought a slight wince of pain.

“I’m sure I’ve almost been crushed by those several times. I don’t think I’m as strong as him in that sense. How strong was he as a soldier? Maybe I got something out of that at least.”

“Sadly even I don’t know about that… I never saw him once fighting out there remember?” of course he wouldn’t remember, but she’d mentioned that much to her children about Rutla. “But he was too honest, too good. If he was similar to my first love, I would have penned him as a healer. Though of course… Only the records might remain somewhere in the barracks if you wish to confirm that someday.”

Rhea shook his head at this.

“I’d rather imagination do the trick for that one. ‘Tis one of the few things I haven’t figured out against my will.” he concluded.

Just as the pair was about to continue speaking about a father and husband though, the babbles and cries from the other room became louder. With Luma finally calling for his wife for some help. Starlight dinner was ready but the babies had wet their diapers.

Haila sighed in a comical manner, shaking off most of the mournful thoughts as she stood up to go assist her family. Just as she was about to open the door that lead to the living and dining room though, Rhea stopped her for a moment. His hand resting on her shoulder briefly as he squeezed it.

“Tell me or Rhua the whole story someday. Of why you get so sad for the season where you make so many children toys to give away.” he told her, standing rather stiff as he’d moved too quick for his wounds to protest.

Haila smiled slightly at him as she glanced away from him.

“Only if you come over for all the Starlight dinners I have from now on instead of being around only because your injuries demand rest.” she told him in return.

Rhea scoffed some at this. That was the tallest order he’d ever gotten from her. And with his newfound freedom out in the woods… It might be hard to follow. Though of course, that was assuming that he still roamed Eorzea in the coming years.

Without further ado, both simply took a deep breath before making their way out to utter chaos.

The babies were crying, Luma was stuck trying to save some fish that was on the verge of being burnt, and Rohmio had tripped and was being dragged around by Moogle on a leash.

As Haila hurried to save Rohmio and then Luma from their own shenanigans, Rhea was left briefly with the babies.

There was something chilling and terrifying about holding either of them. He loved them, they were his baby siblings yes. But holding a baby still carried it’s own implications from the things he’d been running away from. He had no choice here though, he couldn’t keep running all the time like Rhua was doing (though in her case, he wanted her as far away from here as possible).

“Ok, ok… What’s the problem you… You little thing?” he asked, hoisting Helia up with both of his hands. He’d learned early on that grabbing Howl would just make everyone go deaf if it wasn’t his mother.

His baby sister as expected, only stared at him with that same unamused expression of hers. She stinked. She’d definitely pooped herself. But at least she wasn’t making a fuss. Rhea spent a few moments like that in silence in a staring contest with her.

This. This wasn’t as terrifying as the notion of holding the boy he’d never confirmed if he was his. But it was a step in the right direction.

Ah.

He forgot to answer his mother’s question. Should he accept all the things she’d built up to that point to help him out there?

“Ah.” he mumbled this time.

There was a tiny palm firmly pressed against his cheek.

“Ey, I know I can’t change you the same way your mom does, so wai–”

The baby just slammed her hand harder against Rhea’s cheek.

“.............”

“You’re gonna give Rhua a run for her money for worst child.”

#Haila Wetyios #Rhea Amatus

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someawesomeamvs · 1 year

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Warning: Violence, spoilers

Title: Don't Stop The Devil

Editor: Royal Grindi

Song: Don't Stop the Devil

Artist: Dead Posey

Anime: Demon Slayer, A Certain Scientific Railgun, Dead by Daylight (game), Naruto Shippuden, Bungou Stray Dogs, Honkai Impact, Code Geass, Neon Genesis Evangelion series, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure series, Nisekoi, Black Lagoon, Stein's;Gate, Lupin the III, Akudama Drive, Mob Psycho 100, K Project, One Punch Man, One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Re:Zero, Spy x Family, Boruto, Date a Bullet, Danganronpa series, Sword Art Online series, Beyond the Boundary, Gate, Wonder Egg Priority, Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, League of Legends (game), Gintama, Attack on Titan, K: Missing Kings (film), Punishing: Gray Raven (game), Jobless Reincarnation, Future Diary, Seraph of the End, Love Lab, Trinity Seven, Cupid's Chocolate, Fireworks (film), Scissors Seven, Death Parade, Gangsta, Noragami, Durarara, The Garden of Sinners, Tokyo Ghoul, Arknights, Chivalry of a Failed Knight, Wandering Witch, Re:Creators, The King's Avatar, Fog Hill of Five Elements, Dungeon Fighter (game), Twin Star Exorcists, Tales of Zestiria the Cross, Vivy: Fluorite Eyes, Summer Wars (film), Takt op. Destiny, Katsugeki, Monogatari Series, Your Lie in April, Akame ga Kill, The Detective is Already Dead, Revue Starlight, Darwin's Game, Yozakura Quartet, Death Note, Darker than Black, Black Butler, Shakugan no Shana, Noblesse, Date a Live, The Lance that Shines to the End of the World and the Fairy Eyes, Black Bullet, A Certain Scientific Railgun T, The Rolling Girls, Sirius the Jaeger, "Love, Chunibyo and Other Delusions", The Irregular at Magical High School, God Eater, Chainsaw Man, Sasami-san, Angel Beats, Fate/Stay Night- Unlimited Blade Works, Fate/Zero, Fate Apocrypha, Fate EXTRA- Last Encore, Fate Grand Order- Saber Wars, Fate Grand Order- Babylonia, Fate/Stay Night: Heavens Feel (film trilogy), Fate/Stay Night - Cosmos in the Lostbelt

Category: Action

#anime #amv #action #dead posey #don't stop the devil #video #music #song #youtube #editing #anime mix #Anime Mix「AMV」- Don't Stop The Devil #royal grindi #too many anime to list #way too many #Youtube

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tsufantasy · 4 months

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Step into a world where the night sky comes alive with jubilance, and the stars themselves seem to pale in comparison to the spectacle before us. 🎆✨ Our crimson-eyed beauty stands as the embodiment of the festival's heart, her allure magnified by the fireworks' reflection in her gaze, a symphony of color bursting forth in her honor. Her attire, a masterpiece crafted from the dreams of starlight seamstresses, drapes over her form, capturing the essence of the night's magic. 🌌💃

As we stand with her, the world around us fades to a whisper, and the only sounds are the soft rustles of her gown and the distant, muffled symphony of the celebration. This image, titled "Radiance in the Night Sky," is a tribute to those moments in life that take our breath away, to the beauty that thrives under the cover of darkness, and to the shared human spirit that finds light no matter the shadow. 🌟🌃

Let her be your guide through the revelry of the night, a beacon of splendor in a world that yearns for wonder. Share in this vision, in this slice of captured eternity, and may your heart be as alight as the sky above her. 💖👗

Join me, my dear, in marveling at this portrait of nocturnal elegance. And tell me, what fireworks light the skies of your own life? What moments cause your heart to race with excitement and your eyes to glow with inner fire?✨🎇

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loosesodamarble · 3 years

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Imma switch it up! May I request Yuno for ☕️? 👀

Steph! So glad to see you requesting! For you, the one who convinced me to dive into this weird space called Tumblr, I will of course fulfill your request.

And the final order is served: one Yuno-centric piece!

The song for the coffee request is I Will Sing by Glenda E. Franklin. I have a great fondness for this song since I sang it back in high school and it had everyone in the choir in tears by the end. It hits close to my heart.

..........

For as long as Yuno could remember, he heard the phrase “magic is everything.” Over and over, it was said. It was why peasants and nobles lived such different lives.

“What is the point of magic?” he asked one day as a child. “Why is it so important?”

“Magic is a part of who we are,” was Sister Lily’s answer. “It is our everyday life.”

Yuno already knew that. Those with earth magic would turn up the soil to plant seeds. Water mages irrigated the fields. Healing magic for cuts and scrapes. Magic was another part of life, as normal and natural eating, sleeping, and breathing.

But what was its reason for existence?

…

A cry reached Yuno’s ears. He opened his eyes to darkness and the warmth of Asta and Recca beside him. The only light was a trickle of starlight coming in through the window.

“Now, now,” Father Orsi whispered. Yuno squinted to make out the silhouette of the man leaning on the opposite wall and holding the newest member of their family, Nash, in his arms. “You’re not usually so fussy, are you, boy?”

Yuno quietly snuggled into the mattress but continued to watch his foster father.

“Is it too dark for you?” Father Orsi adjusted his hold on Nash until the baby boy was in one arm. “Or is it too cold? Autumn’s near, after all.” Then, the man held up his open hand over the boy. A tiny flame lit up and in its glow, Yuno saw Nash squirming. “There, there. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Nash’s cries died down into whimpers as he seemed to fixate on the fire. His tiny hands reached out. Suddenly, Nash sneezed, expelling a tiny flash of burning embers.

“Well would you look at that!” laughed Father Orsi. “Looks like I’m going to be competing for the title of favorite fire mage soon!”

…

“Happy birthday, captain!” The members of the Golden Dawn cheered and clapped while William smiled bashfully.

Yuno looked around the room at the party set up. The confetti fluttering in the air and settling on the floor was made from tiny leaves and plants courtesy of plant magic users. Streamer had been created using one member’s paper magic. In the center of the buffet table was a statue of William, a joint effort by Klaus and Hamon.

I really hope he gets rid of that thing later, Yuno thought while taking a sip of cider. It’s tacky. Not to mention kind of creepy…

That buffet, as well as the cake being presented to William, were cooked using the fire of another squad member’s fire magic.

“I know it goes against tradition,” William said, “but I’d like to state my wish aloud. That being…” He smiled and looked at everyone. “My wish is for us to continue prospering as a squad.”

Another round of hollers and cheers began.

“Now let’s get out the fireworks!” David yelled from the other side of the crowd.

“Ah… Is that really necessary?” William asked. Perhaps he was trying to come off as humble but Yuno suspected he was feeling shy.

“Captain, please! We made them from our own magic too! Just for you!” someone else exclaimed.

William sighed before saying, “Well if you went through all that trouble for me, how can I turn you down?”

…

The last thing Yuno expected to see in the garden was Mimosa going on a rampage.

“GRAAAAAH!”

A row of trees grew in rapid succession before being blasted apart by Mimosa’s Magic Cannon Flower. Her whole body was shaking. Between her frustrated screams, Yuno also heard gasping breaths, as if she were crying.

Yuno didn’t consider himself friends with Mimosa but he hazarded a guess that she thought so. He walked up from behind before speaking. “Something the matter?”

Mimosa jolted in place and swiped her arms across her face before she faced Yuno.

“Why wouldn’t I be fine?” Mimosa replied. The smile on her face, red and blotchy likely from an extended period of crying, was strained. “I’m just doing a bit of training! Yes, training!”

So you’re venting. Yuno sighed. “Say no more. Although, I believe that training against a partner might be wise.”

Yuno’s words made Mimosa pause then nod.

…

It took Yuno a while to figure it out. But the reason magic existed was the same as why music existed. It was a way for people to express the very depths of their hearts.

Anger. Joy. Love. And so much more.

Yuno concentrated a sphere of wind between his hands.

He would use magic until his dying day to say what words couldn’t. That he would protect others. That he cherished others. That he would become the Wizard King.

Magic was Yuno’s song.

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The Bookkeeper – Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Midnight Forest

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 4011 chapter warnings: mild swearing, nihilism, references to death (familial, romantic), brief implication of homophobia chapter summary: everyone loves a good love story.

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Roman hummed softly to himself, his voice echoing against the walls of the library. He tapped the edge of his notebook with his pencil and furrowed his brow.

The words were there. He knew they were there.

So why couldn’t he find them?

He sighed, standing up and gathering his books and papers in his hand. Perhaps tonight was not the night for writing.

Roman turned around, ready to leave the table, before he felt himself collide into someone. He let out a small yelp as he tumbled back, hitting the floor. Everything in his hand spilled out of his hands.

“Good grief– hey! Watch where you’re going, you–”

And then, Roman looked up.

Stood above him was, Roman swore, an angel. The person wore a black frock coat with a quill tucked into the pocket. He held a book under his arm. His hair was pitch black apart from a light dusting of purple. Grey eyes met his.

The angel spoke up. “You…?”

“Uhh...you...person!” Roman sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “You...person, heh.”

“...Right.” The person outstretched a hand. “Well, I am sorry. Let me help you with that.”

Their hands touched, and Roman felt his heart explode into fireworks.

“Yes! Yes, thank you.” Roman pulled himself up. He dusted himself off and couldn’t help but glance at the book in the person’s hand. He caught sight of the title.

“ ‘The Will to Power’ by…”

The angel pulled the book to his chest, almost defensively.

“It’s by Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s a German philosopher.”

“Right! I...well, I never heard of that book. And I usually know all the books around here…”

The person raised an eyebrow. “You know all the books here?”

Roman laughed. “I do a lot of reading, starlight.”

The nickname rolled off his tongue before he could catch it. The person’s face burned bright red.

“The book’s rather new here. I have read it before, but have borrowed it again for my own research.” The words came out softly. Then, a cough. “And my name is Virgil.”

Roman grinned. Virgil. The angel had a name.

“Well, Virgil, I am clearly not getting any words on paper tonight — so perhaps you could read me some! I would hate to not be caught up with the newest books…”

A pause. Virgil stared at him for a few more moments, as if dissecting the offer—or Roman—piece by piece. But eventually, the walls caved even just a little, and Virgil nodded.

Roman beamed, sitting back at the table. He dumped all his books on the surface without much regard and pulled a chair out for Virgil, who hesitantly sat beside him.

“Do you write a lot?” Virgil asked as he thumbed through the pages. Roman nodded.

“Yes! Well, I usually write a lot. Tonight I’m stuck with rhymes.” He reached to his side to pull out the notebook he was writing on. “It’s a song about a forest rendezvous between two lovers in the night.”

“How romantic,” Virgil said flatly.

“I know!” Roman sighed. “I don’t think it’s going to go anywhere, but I still want to finish it, ya know?”

“Not really. If there’s nothing left for you to write, I think it’s fine to leave it behind.”

“Every story is worth telling, starlight. Even the small, not-as-great ones!” Roman leaned back in his chair. “Besides, I’m just stuck on the final bit. The words are just not coming to me. ‘Notice how I kiss you here, an angel lifted, then earthy heels in dirt adrift…’ ”

A pause. Roman shrugged, ready to close the book when he heard Virgil speak up softly beside him.

“So now, when you return here, my love, I will never be missed.”

Suddenly, something in Roman’s heart—the deepest depths not even he could reach—clicked in place. Virgil’s smile burned right through him and carved a space for itself in his chest.

“That’s perfect,” Roman whispered, looking up at Virgil with wide, starry eyes.

…

(And it was perfect, even now. It always was.)

—

Logan opened his eyes.

Dark shades of blue and yellow flooded his vision. He tilted his head up, squinting at the downstream of light. Lanterns, millions and millions of them. They moved slowly, passing as if someone was pulling their strings towards the moon.

Logan lowered his gaze back to earth. Trees surrounded the ground they stood on. Woven through their shadowed branches were small dots of light. He could even pinpoint a few fireflies in the bushes. A light mist and the scent of previous storms wafted through the air.

And it was quiet. Truly quiet.

Except for the sound of a guitar.

Logan looked at Patton, still holding his hand. Patton shrugged.

“Do you think that’s…?”

Logan nodded, keeping Patton’s hand in his own as he followed the music. An acoustic melody led them through the forest until they reached a dimly-lit clearing.

Logan broke into a soft smile.

Sitting on a log was Roman, legs crossed with a red guitar rested on his knee. A thin trail of red floated from the strings and carried the tune into the air. Logan could hear Roman softly humming under his breath.

“ Roman .” The words were exhaled, as if out of relief.

The red guitar dissipated in an instant. Roman sat still, not looking up. He sighed.

“Goddammit, Pat,” Roman finally said. “I thought you could keep a secret.”

Patton grinned, going over to sit beside Roman.

“I’m just happy to see that you’re okay!” He patted his shoulder. Roman reluctantly floated over to sit on it, a small smile growing on his face.

Logan stared at the two of them, but couldn’t keep his eyes off of Roman. Out of the entire masterpiece that surrounded him, his presence stuck out like a sore thumb.

He took a few uneasy steps forward, looking over to an empty spot on the log. Roman huffed.

“Good grief . Just come over here, Specs. You look like you want to talk.”

Logan nodded, taking a seat besides Patton and Roman.

“I’m glad to see you, Roman. I…” Logan cleared his throat. “I missed you.”

Roman’s aura glimmered a soft pink.

“I missed you too, Lo. I know it was a bit hard to find me, but...but I’m glad you did.”

“I wish I knew about this place.” Logan looked up towards the circling dots of light in the air.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Roman’s smile fell. “I...I don’t know. There are a lot of answers to that.”

“Okay, let’s start somewhere else then. Why did you leave?”

A beat of silence. Logan watched Roman tilt his head up to the sky as well, exhaling softly.

“I needed to rest.” Roman’s voice was hushed, more than Logan was familiar with. “Between the stress of Virgil’s book nook and the past few weeks or so–”

“Weeks?” Patton cut in. “Wait, what happened?"

Roman just shrugged, though Logan could feel the guilt of his words before he could even say them.

“My magic has always been tied to the books, as was the case with the magic of Logan’s grandfather. Since I am now Logan’s familiar, my magic was fuelled by Logan’s belief in the stories. And...well, his research didn’t really help with that.” He turned to Patton. “Granted, your presence in the shop helped quite a bit, but it’s Logan’s spark that really drives me.”

Roman added quietly, “It’s just a shame that by the time Logan’s spark ended up growing, he...he was never around.”

Logan could feel Patton’s heart drop from beside him. Without really thinking, his hand found his way to Patton’s.

“I...I didn’t know how much my presence meant to you, especially in regards to your magic.” Logan’s gaze fell. “Then again, I suppose I didn’t know a lot about magic in general. I...I’ve really been pushing it aside, huh?”

(The word ‘you’ hung off his lips.)

Roman laughed quietly. “Yeah, heh. But I can’t blame you for that.” A quick glance at Patton. “There’s much more to this world than just magic.”

“But there is nothing that matters more to me than you, Roman.” Logan looked at his familiar with a sad smile. “You mean more to me than I make apparent. And I am sorry for neglecting to show you that.”

“You shouldn’t have to apologize, Lo. It...it made me happy to see you in love; to see you happy. And I wish I had made that happiness more clear.” Roman sighed. “I truly was supportive of you both. After all, you have always been one to bounce against the walls of that shop, absorbing yourself in one thing or another. So I loved seeing you so far away from the darkness you chased.” He then looked back at Logan. “I just...I wish I could’ve given you something to do that. Somewhere to rest, perhaps.”

Logan fell quiet for a few moments. Roman’s words settled in his chest with a heaviness Logan wanted so badly to outrun.

“But yes, that’s a long winded way of me saying that I needed to take some ‘me time’.” Roman smiled, looking out to his surroundings. “Time moves differently here so...so it was good that I rested here for a bit. I got what I needed.”

“Well I am glad for that, Roman. You deserve the rest. I have been...a bit much, heh.”

Roman’s smile widened. “Wow, now it’s Logan that’s a bit much? Who would have seen this coming?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And here I was trying to be sentimental…”

Roman laughed, and Logan found himself joining him. Patton leaned against him slightly, and Logan eased himself into the touch.

“So what did I miss?” Roman finally asked. “I mean, you were able to come here without me, so I have a feeling I missed something big…”

“Oh, it was so amazing, Roman!” Patton squeezed Logan’s arm. “We were just talking about Logan’s work and Logan said something that caused an explosion–”

“An explosion?”

Logan felt his face warm up. “It was actually for the best that it happened. The shop was a mess.”

“How did an explosion fix that?”

“It was, like, a reverse explosion!” Patton tagged in.

Roman grinned. “You’re never living this down, Specs. First it’s your drama, and now you’re making messes… ”

“ Anyway, ” Logan continued. “To be brief, I may have stumbled upon my magic’s origin.”

Roman perked up. “Oh?”

Logan nodded, feeling his magic swell in his chest.

“My grandfather always told me that magic manifested in the things that brought him joy. For him, that was books. For my father...I am not entirely sure, but there was a hunch that it was me. And for myself...I believe it is knowledge. Or rather, the pursuit of it.”

Roman’s eyes lit up in sparks.

“I knew you would get it eventually.”

Patton looked over at Roman. “You knew?”

“Of course I did, padré!” Roman waved his hands in the air, a trail of red following the motion. “I’m magical, after all.” He then shrugged. “Plus, it wasn’t very hard to piece together. The answer was right under your nose.”

“I am curious as to why my magic’s presence fluctuated so much, especially as of late. Would you have any insight to that?”

Roman paused.

“Well, there are an infinite amount of answers to that. I have a few theories though.”

Roman waved his hand in the air once more, though this time his magic shot out of his hand and floated in front of them in the air. It sifted into the image of a young boy, holding one hand out. He held a notebook in his other. Behind the boy was a taller man and a small, fairy-like figure floating beside him.

“Logan’s magic blossomed at a very young age. But it did not only blossom — it thrived. Logan was learning so much—from his grandfather, from me—and he sought any and all knowledge about magic almost daily. His magic, as expected, was stronger then.”

Another wave of the hand. The scene shifted to an image of the boy—Logan—all grown up and sitting at a desk. Piles of books stacked high beside him. Roman’s bright red magic dimmed ever so slightly.

“After Logan’s grandfather passed, that spark for new knowledge dimmed, alongside his magic,” Roman explained. “He found Virgil Aries’ book by cruel chance, and his current research made his magic a bit dull — it was bleak and finite. And while he was still trying to find knowledge to some extent, he wasn’t opening himself to any new opportunities to question what he thought he knew.”

Logan felt his heart ache. For a brief moment, he remembered what Roman had said during their magical duel, back where it all started.

“Live a little.”

Roman waved his hand once more, and the image changed to Logan standing in front of a cloaked man, sitting in a chair. Roman’s red magic darkened even more, edging towards darkness. Logan turned to face Roman and realized that Roman seemed to not want to spend too much time here either.

“And Virgil’s book...well, that was the dead end of knowledge. Virgil, framed in this bleak state of mind, claimed there was nothing, truly nothing. And if there’s nothing…”

A wave of his hand, and the image dissipated in the air. Logan gulped.

“Right.” He frowned. “But my magic was strong before we went into that book nook, I felt it almost everywhere I walked.”

Roman smiled.

“Well you can thank Pat for that. The art-ventures, his presence in general — sure, you pursued knowledge on your own, but Patton always urged you to go out there to find it in the first place.” Roman looked up at Patton with a nod. “I don’t know how deep the two of you go, but I do know that you must be the tether to Logan’s pursuit. And I can admit that I was so swept up in the idea that Logan’s interest in magic only blossomed with you because it prevented me from seeing that you are the connection I knew Logan needed. I couldn’t give that to him so...so thank Patton.”

Patton returned Roman’s soft smile. “Everyone’s magic starts somewhere, though...right?”

Roman glowed a little brighter. Logan felt his heart swell with warmth as he carefully took each answer into his very being.

“I have a question, actually,” Patton spoke up. “You...you don’t have to go too much into detail, but you mentioned that Virgil—or, the Virgil we met—was framed in a bleak state of mind. But I know you knew him when you were alive so...so was he any different before he died?”

Roman’s smile fell. Logan caught sight of a few floating lights going out in the blink of an eye. The forest grew darker.

“I...I told you that I wasn’t always a familiar, right? When a wizard is born, they draw familiar magic from the astral plane; where souls go after their life ends. But I...I never told you about my life, have I?”

Roman waved his hand once more, but this time, his magic wasn’t just red. Between each spec of red was a thin fibre of purple.

Roman’s magic shifted into a scene similar to one earlier; a young man sitting at a desk, writing, surrounded by books.

“I used to love writing. I would write songs, poetry– even a few stories here and there. I wrote every second I could in a town I loved and knew like the back of my hand.”

Roman then smiled, flicking his wrist.

“But I soon realized I didn’t know everything there was to know.”

A purple spark caught onto the stream of red coming from Roman’s hand, running along it and bursting into the scene. Logan drew back at the brightness, shielding his eyes to see what happened.

The scene didn’t change notably, except for one new addition: a purple figure stood behind Roman, still writing, but now with a noticeable smile.

“I met Virgil in the town library, and we hit it off right away. He had just moved to America to visit family and was staying at a nearby inn. After a few days of getting to know each other, I offered to house him for free. Needless to say, he stayed a lot longer than either of us expected.”

Roman lifted his hand, and Logan watched in awe as the magical image of Virgil and Logan lifted out of the scene that soon after dissipated, turning into spirals of red and purple. They weaved around each other and circled the clearing, weaving through trees and making the lights flicker on once more.

Eventually, the two hovered back to where they had started. The spirals took form into Virgil and Roman once more, now lying down in the air. Roman pointed to the sky, and Virgil’s head was tilted upwards to follow.

“I learned so much about Virgil during our time together,” Roman said, staring wistfully at the airbound image of him and Virgil. “I learned about his thoughts, his dreams — who he was, and who he wanted to become. He became so much lighter around me, and I couldn’t help but follow in that light. We would spend nights in this forest together, writing in each other’s embrace. We...we loved each other, truly and wholly, for as long as we lived.”

The image slowly trickled out. Logan could feel Patton squeeze his hand. He squeezed back.

“I never knew Virgil had a lover,” Logan murmured.

“No one knew back then.” Roman shrugged, though his shoulders were weighed with the cruelty of that time. “Secrecy was the default.”

“What about his book? Did he ever talk to you about it?” Logan found the courage to ask. Roman’s aura dimmed once more.

“Virgil started writing that book before we met,” Roman explained quietly. A few surrounding lights flicker back out. “And...well, love is not an instantaneous merging of perfectly matched souls. It took a lot of time for us to be comfortable with each other, and even longer to be comfortable with ourselves and our own existences. We grew with each other, as love tends to help you do.”

Roman closed his eyes.

“Virgil grew ill a year after we met. I stayed with him every night at the hospital. On one of his worst nights, he shared a draft of the book with me. Up until then, he had never even told me about the book. When I asked why, Virgil explained to me that he started writing that book during a very dark place in his life, but he never returned to such a dark place to finish it.”

“You were lucky to have each other,” Logan finally spoke up, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“We were.” Roman sadly smiled. “He was my hope, even on the days he was without it.”

“There’s one thing I don’t understand though,” Patton added on. “Why did he not recognize you in the book nook?”

Roman paused.

“Virgil...Virgil passed away much earlier than I did. And by the time I died, someone found his manuscripts and published them posthumously. But as soon as I discovered Eric Fray and the powers I would come to inherit, the first thing I did was open a book nook to Virgil’s book. But I realized that since our time together was spent in secrecy, that book was all that was left of Virgil’s soul—of his purpose. So when I visited him...he wasn’t the same.”

“Framed in a bleak state of mind,” Logan echoed back from earlier. His heart ached. “Roman, I...I wish you told me.”

“It was a cruel enough coincidence that you knew him.” Roman averted his glance from him. “But it was more cruel that you only knew him like that. And as time passed, I realized that I was the only person who truly knew his story. So...so I hid his story away. It broke my heart to see him the way I did; irreversibly and infinitely. I couldn’t bear the fact that his legacy was forever scorched by the cruel flames of time, but it was a burden I wanted no one else to carry.”

Roman sighed. “It was for the best.”

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when Roman fell quiet. He instead focused his attention to his surroundings; to the lights that were slowly returning; to the silent forest that he never knew of.

“Roman,” Logan finally said. “How...how do we get him back?”

Roman let out a soft sob. Logan could hear Patton begin to sniffle as well, watching as Patton gently scooped Roman off his shoulder and cradled him in his hands.

“I...I don’t know, Specs. I haven’t figured it out.” Roman wiped his eyes and looked up at Logan. “But I know what I would do if I did find the answer.”

“And that is?”

“I would tell him thank you,” Roman murmured. “I would thank him for creating the forest I find solace in now. I would thank him for all the love and time he gave me. And...and I would thank him for inspiring me everyday. He turned everything I created into a show of passion, which I grew to understand was the greatest weapon against the life of nothing he once wallowed in. He taught me that there was meaning everywhere, but one would need to be passionate enough to find them. And...and he swore to me that if I was successful in that pursuit, my passion would reverberate across generations.”

He then smiled at Logan. “But I suppose I don’t need to tell him any of that because...well, I can always just tell you.”

Logan broke out into a small smile. He tilted his head back up towards the swirling lights surrounding Roman and Virgil’s midnight forest; lights filled with centuries worth of longing, but an infinite amount of time to hope.

—

Time passed slowly in The Midnight Forest, but it eventually came to a point where it was time to leave. Logan and Patton had braced themselves as Roman whisked them back to Fray and Far Fables, which basked in heavy moonlight.

“Thank you for coming back with us, Roman,” Logan said earnestly. Roman smiled, floating up to nudge Logan’s cheek.

“Of course, Specs. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but returned the smile.

“It’s getting real late.” Patton let out a small yawn as he leaned against Logan. “I think I should start heading out home.”

“Stay the night here,” Logan blurted out. Patton looked up at him with a small frown. Logan took Patton’s hand into his own once more. “ Please .”

Patton broke into a small smile, bringing Logan’s hand up to kiss it. A million flowers blossomed on his skin. “I’ll meet you both upstairs in a little bit, I promise.”

“You’re seriously writing, Specs?”

Logan laughed lightly, beginning to make his way to the front counter.

“It won’t be anything too serious. I...I just wanted to write something down for me to remember in the morning.”

Roman shrugged but nodded, floating up the stairs. Patton went over to kiss Logan’s forehead, then ran up the stairs behind Roman. Logan smiled as he watched the two of them disappear, knowing that they were here , both of them.

Logan took a deep breath, sitting down in his chair. His copy of Nihilism and the Death of Art sat next to his notebook. His smile fell slightly, but returned when he caught sight of a brown, leather-bound to the other side of his notebook.

He picked it up with careful hands, flipping through the pages until he found the excerpt that brought him to the forest.

Logan read the words a few more times. He could feel himself glow, as if he brought a bit of that light back with him.

Logan then set the book down, opened to a new page in his notebook, and began to write.

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Raised on tales of the legendary land of Vinland, where warmth and plenty abound, young Thorfinn dreams of leaving behind the cold climate of Iceland and venturing into the great unknown. But when Viking sails appear on the horizon, the young boy is conscripted into a life of violence and brutality at the hands of merciless Viking Askalaad. With nothing left to him save revenge, Thorfinn swears vengeance against the man who slew his family, plunging headlong into a sprawling, blood-soaked, coming-of-age epic that marches to the drums of war.

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Be careful what you wish for. Antisocial misfit Ryohei Arisu wanted nothing more than to leave his mundane life behind, but a careless wish on a firework transports him to the post-apocalyptic Borderland, a sinister parallel reality where danger lurks around every corner and survival is not guaranteed. To live to fight another day, Ryohei and other unwilling contestants must win a series of deadly games, each more dangerous than the last — but returning home means putting not only his skills, but also Ryohei’s humanity to the ultimate test.

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fandom-frenzy · 3 years

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Aesthetic Tag

thanks @montanabohemian!

>> 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 7/20

>> 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 16/20

>> 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐘 3/20

>> 𝟕𝟎’𝐒 8/20

>> 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 8/20

so just reading the titles (not the descriptors) I assumed I’d be mainly soft or preppy because as much as academia is my thing I thought the “dark” would be too dark which isn’t my thing. welp.

anyway, tagging @liliaenbaggins @calebwidogasts @ayda-aguefortified @reynier @doh-rae-me @orysbaratheon @allyspock @words-writ-in-starlight @evycarnahan @clarenagreenbird @chickeninatophat

#about me

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kinsbin · 4 years

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Meditator Mediator

Title: Meditator Mediator Word Count: 1550 Pairing: Kelsey/Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi Wan/Anakin/Kai [Platonic Family]

Summary: Meditating with family is hard sometimes. Luckily Qui-Gon knows how to keep everyone in check. He’s proud of his daughter for following him, though.

A/N: A piece for @soulnottainted! I loved writing this, family is so good and I appreciate it so much sobs-

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“Relax… focus…”

“Your breathing is the force. You inhale it with every breath that you take. When you exhale, you exhale knowledge back into the world. This is the balance that the force requires. A perfect center to all things, no matter your emotions. You cast them aside in favor of a pure understanding of the universe. Starlight fills your veins and your eyes are suns as you-”

“Suns and stars are the same thing.”

Kelsey couldn’t stop the small bout of laughter that bubbled up in her lips at Kai’s deadpan comment. Obi Wan opened his own eye from his meditative stance and sent a sharp look of disapproval to the unimpressed human. Their only response was a raise of their eyebrow as Kelsey covered her own mouth to stop her snickering. Obi shifted his gaze from the left where Kai was to the right, where he shot Kelsey the same look of momentary disapproval in the process, as if wondering just how she could betray him by laughing at their middle sibling’s statement.

She could only give a light shrug in return, making Obi Wan roll his eyes.

“Look don’t you roll those stupid things at her,” Kai defended with a light prod to their brother’s arm, “I’m stating a fact. Suns are literally just stars that are close enough to the atmosphere of a planet to provide enough heat to support life. If you’re going to compare eyes to something, do better.”

“What would you prefer to compare it to?”

It was Anakin that spoke up next, his voice amused from the corner of the room where the door hung slightly ajar, ruining the calm space Obi Wan had put together for their meditative session:

“You could do something cool. Compare them to a racer.”

“Only you would find that cool, Anakin.” Obi Wan deadpanned back.

“Compare it to a supernova!” Kai suggested eagerly, “Oh - no wait better idea - compare it to a racer jet launching itself INTO a supernova!”

Obi groaned, making the three of the others laugh around him as they all grinned brightly at one another. It was rare to have everyone home at the same time, Kelsey couldn’t help but think with something of amusement lacing the tone of her thoughts, but the laughter that bubbled up was always like this when they were together. Between the group’s horrible habit of snarking at one another, they had somehow learned to excel at comedic improvisation bits as well. The most obvious trait of which showed up only when Kelsey, Kai, and Anakin found it a necessary task to bother Obi Wan at any given opportunity.

As the oldest sibling, of course, he had it coming.

Anakin threw a few more teasing words at Obi Wan that Kelsey did not fully catch, instead watching as Obi Wan took a pillow from the corner of the room and chucked it vehemently in the other’s direction. Anakin cackled as he dodged the pillow, only to have it force-thrown at quicker velocity towards the spot he ran to. Kai cackled somewhere in the corner now, having stood up to move and stretch their body after a mostly useless session of them poking at their siblings already.

Kelsey was the only one who had remained sitting at some point, watching in a meditative pose as her siblings roughhoused with shrieks of frustration at one another. The home was warm with their energy, auras fading in and out of the force with the violent trepidation of fireworks across a night sky. She smiled despite herself, the faces of each of her family members warm in her heart as she pushed them into her memory. So that she could memorize each edge of them with the utmost detail that they could manage. What a wonderful and unique sort of sight, she decided, one that only her family could truly manage.

“Alright the three of you, that’s enough.”

“They started it!” Obi Wan couldn’t help but state as he pointed to Kai, who grinned easily as Qui Gon entered the room with nothing short of a fatherly stare of disappointment at them all. Anakin muttered something under his breath as he rubbed at the back of his neck, a light blush of embarrassment coating his sharp cheekbones as he did so. There was a continued stare to Qui Gon’s gaze as he waited for the group to quietly apologize to one another and to him.

Kelsey smiled when Qui Gon ushered the three out of the room to work on duties around the house (though he likely knew that Anakin would break away to work on some sky racer project and Obi Wan would go to the library with Kai to somehow make an effort to disprove the use of stars and the sun in semantic language across planets) and left the two of them in quiet comfort together.

“I see you were at least meditating properly,” Qui Gon chuffed as he stepped forward a few feet before sitting down at Kelsey’s side. The statement made a giggle curl out from the woman’s lips as she shrugged lightheartedly.

“I was slightly distracted by their antics,” Kelsey admitted, “After all, you saw that show.”

“If there’s anything Kai is good at, it’s riling Obi Wan up.” He agreed with a hearty chuff.

“I mean, Ani doesn’t help. They’re always ganging up on him.”

“So are you when the mood suits you.”

“Why, Master! To think I’m nothing if not supportive of my brother is truly a cruel fate!”

The two stared at one another for a long moment before a laughter echoed between them. It was a pleasant and familiar sound, one that filled them with comfort as the two revelled in their moment together as they always seemed to do. It wasn’t that Kelsey disliked spending time with her siblings, certainly, but there was… a comfort with Qui-Gon Jinn that the others did not have. A strong and brave sort of feeling that left Kelsey wanting to be something better than she was. To always improve.

To make him proud. Not that he wasn’t of her already of course.

“Do you wish to continue with your meditation?” Qui-Gon requested with polite curiosity, “I’d love to join you, if so.”

Kelsey felt her heart light up and she couldn’t help the smile that spread on her lips as she nodded:

“Please do.”

It brought them into the lull of comfortable silence within the few moments of the agreement, both their eyes shut as their breathing even out. Breaths quickened and slowed to match one another as they meditated, feeling the flow of the force push through their bodies carefully in its exploration of the world around them.

The force was like that in strange ways, much like a finicky child still accepting those who asked it questions. Qui-Gon had taught her to treat the force with patience: nothing came out of rushing itself into full power and hurting your own form in the process. The force was a thing to be carefully understood and read with patience. Jedi training was as long as it was because of the understanding the force required against the natural instincts of human nature.

It was always easier to understand it with Qui-Gon, though.

It was as if the force behaved differently with her master around than it did with anyone else. When Anakin or Obi Wan used the force it was intense. A heat of suddenness that would wash over Kelsey’s form and startle her into adapting to it, it left no room for error nor did it leave any space for breathing on occasion. Kai was not as strong to the force as others, certainly, and their force was a little more than a sliver of an insect in a meadow of grass. Barely there but there nonetheless, just difficult to connect with even when they seemed to try their hardest.

Qui-Gon Jinn’s force was perfect to her. It slithered out of his form with an aura of patience as it prodded at her own mind. She allowed it willingly, of course, and offered a strand of her own thoughtful force to it in return. It was like she could feel each end meld and join together in the perfect concoction of closeness. She could feel her breathing ease in with his own and the world around them faded into nothing but the two of them as they searched for the inner peace that would make them stronger Jedi at last.

“Your force is growing stronger,” Qui-Gon couldn’t seem to help but comment through their peaceful time together, “More brave in its exploration outside of you… It’s impressive in such a short amount of time, you should be proud.”

Kelsey smiled despite herself, her eyes still shut in concentration.

“I have a brilliant master to thank for that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, dearest, you’re stronger than you think. You’ll make a fine Jedi soon.”

The compliment coming from his lips, rumbling out of the base of his chest, made Kelsey blush as she cracked an eye open. Qui-Gon was staring at her with both of his eyes open now, his smile warm as he watched her with a sense of pride. Pride, yes, he was proud of her. The thought of him caring enough about her to be proud almost made an unwanted emotion swell in her chest. Kelsey smiled back at the man with an appreciative nod.

“QUI-GOOOOON, OBI WAN WON’T LET ME READ THE HOLOPAD HE PULLED OUT FROM THE LIBRARY MAKE HIM GIVE IT TO ME.”

“I LET YOU READ IT AND YOU SAID IT WAS BORING.”

“YEAH BUT NOW I WANT TO READ IT! SO GIVE ME IT-”

The obnoxious interruption startled the two into a small chuckle of laughter, their grins bright as Qui-Gon stood up and offered his hand out to help Kelsey up as well. She took it, the two rising and keeping their hands in one another’s for a moment longer as Qui-Gon sighed.

“Now then, let’s see what is so important with your siblings they had to interrupt us.”

Siblings… Yes. That’s what they were. Family. Qui-Gon was family too. Kelsey couldn’t help but smile brighter as she followed after him.

Through better or worse, they were family. Through it all, they were there for one another.

Just as it should be.

#kinley writes #self ship #self insert #platonic self ship #platonic selfship #self ship community #self insert community

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asparklethatisblue · 4 years

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"A night by starlight" cheesy title I know, but whatcha got for it >w>

Crowley and Aziraphale in Venice, during summer festivities. It’s an entire night of drink and food and Aziraphale having fun while Crowley subtly arranges for everything nice to happen. Like them being just in time to see some sort of performance, or getting the best spot to watch fireworks and so on. it ends with them in a gondola with Crowley miracling it to be able to go out super fast and far, where the city is just a dot of light in the distance and they can watch the stars while they have an open sea picnic

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teaplease1717 · 4 years

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Fireworks

Title: Fireworks

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

Chapters: 2 of 4

Rating: G+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685007/chapters/65556514

Shout out to all my betas for this work: FlourChildWrites, Emberstork, Crazyelf2018 and Revaliciousness Second part. A lot more of Todoroki’s pov. He’s so cute and oblivious I love him. By the way, fluff is SO hard to write. I respect all you fluff writers so much.

Also, thank you so much Mardimari for the adorable art! I wasn't able to include it in the actual story because it's a gif, but please check this adorable art out!! Mardimari

Xxxxxx

Whispers and giggling voices of admiration swept down the hallway. Like the alluring smell of baked bread, they wafted through the corridor, drawing Momo’s attention.

She glanced up from the stack of quizzes in her arms and froze.

Golden tendrils of sunlight poured in from the floor-length windows, reflecting in Todoroki’s familiar hair like fire and starlight.

Her stomach flipped, and Momo sucked in a sharp breath. Then she lurched forward, and with her free hand, grabbed Jirou’s wrist, pulling her friend back behind the hallway bend.

“Yaomomo!”

Momo released Jirou once they were safely hidden. “I’m sorry,” she whispered hurriedly. Her heart raced. She pressed her back against the cool plaster and brought the quizzes up to her chest, her fingers trembling.

What was Todoroki doing here? Not that he couldn’t be here, but it was after school hours, and he was usually at the gym with Midoriya. And who were those girls he was talking to?

Swallowing over a dry throat, Momo slowly inched along the wall to glance around the corner.

Todoroki Shouto stood at the other end of the hallway surrounded by younger classmen that she recognized as their juniors from the general studies course.

Momo's eyes narrowed as she studied them. The girls had rolled up the waistbands of their skirts, exposing more of their thighs than was proper, and their hair had been cutely styled into buns and braids.

One giggled and stepped closer to Todoroki; Momo frowned. It wasn't that she was jealous, though. Why would she be? Todoroki could have friends outside of their class. Momo was just concerned for him as a friend and fellow hero in training. This was the third group of girls who had approached Todoroki this last week — not that she was counting.

Suddenly, Todoroki lifted his head, and storm gray and piercing blue eyes looked towards her. Momo's stomach flipped sharply. She tore her gaze away, leaning back against the wall, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady her racing pulse.

It was fine. It was fine. He hadn’t seen her...she didn’t think.

Momo hugged the quizzes closer to her chest. Even if he had, it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. She wasn’t stalking him. They just happened to be in the hallway at the same time. There was no reason to get flustered.

Feeling better, Momo opened her eyes and turned to see Jirou studying her intently.

Momo jerked.

“Avoiding Todoroki again?” Jirou asked tonelessly, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” Momo gasped, straightening nervously. Her fingers tightened around the quizzes, creasing the paper as heat spread up her neck. “We aren't avoiding him,” Momo insisted quickly. Lowering her voice so that Todoroki and their junior classmen wouldn’t be able to hear. “Only - only waiting until Todoroki-san finishes his conversation with our junior classmen. As heroes in training, we need to respect the privacy of others and not eavesdrop. And -”

“Yaoyorozu. Jirou.” A deep baritone cut through her words.

Momo started with a squeak.

Jirou looked over Momo’s shoulder, her expression deadpan. “Oh. He caught us.”

Momo turned; her gaze met heterochromatic eyes. “To-Todoroki-san!” she stuttered.

He looked between her and Jirou in confusion. “What are you two doing?”

Momo swallowed. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. “We were - that is, we didn’t want to bother you as you were speaking with our underclassmen.”

Todoroki stared at her blankly, and Momo forced an innocent smile.

“Oh, I see,” he said after a moment. Then he tilted his head and looked down at the papers in her arms. “Taking work to Aizawa-sensei?” He reached up and adjusted the shoulder strap of his school bag as his gaze drew back up to her face. “I’m going that way too. I’ll walk with you both.”

Momo’s smile faltered. “That’s - That’s o -”

“Oh,” Jirou interrupted in a high, saccharine voice. Momo furrowed her eyebrows as she turned sharply to stare at her.

Jirou reached up and rubbed the back of her neck; a sly smile curved at the corners of her lips. “I just remembered I forgot something in the classroom.”

Momo’s stomach dropped.

No.

Jirou wouldn’t…

That would be too cruel.

Jirou’s dark eyes glittered as they met hers. “You two go on without me.”

“Jirou...”

“I’ll catch up,” Jirou said, holding up her hands, her smile feigning innocence. Then, her eyes flashed, and she took an abrupt step closer, leaning into Momo’s side. “Good luck,” she whispered in a voice that only Momo could hear.

It felt like the floor had fallen out from under Momo. But, before she could compose herself, Jirou gave a mock salute and strode off down the hallway, abandoning her.

A cold sweat chilled the back of Momo’s neck.

Traitor.

Fiend.

How could Jirou do this to her? She had been the one who had forced Momo to realize she had feelings for Todoroki, and now she was leaving her alone with him? Momo was going to make a complete fool of herself in front of Todoroki. What was Jirou thinking?

Momo’s legs buckled. She was never going to forgive her.

Never. Never. Never.

“Yaoyorozu,” Todoroki said, slicing through her thoughts. “What are you mumbling about?”

Momo felt her pulse jump in her throat. She looked back up quickly. “Nothing!”

Todoroki tilted his head, studying her for a moment before giving her a small nod. “Let’s go then,” he said, turning.

“Y-yes!” Drawing in a deep breath, Momo forced her feet to follow him down the hallway towards the teacher’s lounge.

She could do this. It was just a simple walk. A simple walk with the guy that she had a crush on.

Momo dropped her gaze to the floor, heat staining her cheeks.

She was acting immature. Nothing had changed between them. Todoroki still treated her exactly the same. Momo tried to ignore the disappointment that welled up in her chest at the thought.

Maybe it was because, for the first time, she realized how handsome he was or just how many other admirers he had. It wasn’t that Momo hadn’t known Todoroki was popular with the female student body at U.A. — Ashido mentioned it enough that it was impossible for her not to know, but Momo had never really paid attention to how many girls had their eyes on him. Were all the girls that approached him as cute as those last ones?

Momo looked down at herself. She didn’t stick out at all. Her hands and knees were scraped from hero training, and her hair was knotted and messily bunched into a high ponytail. Even her waist wasn’t as petite as most women’s because she needed the extra fat for her quirk.

She frowned at her line of thinking. This wasn’t like her at all. Momo was aiming to become a top hero; she didn’t have time for self-deprecating or immature thoughts.

Even her actions recently had become quite childish: Eavesdropping around corners and avoiding her seatmate between classes. Todoroki would be disappointed in her if he knew.

Besides, Momo knew that his offer to accompany her to the festival should not be taken out of context. It had been a simple case of one very attractive friend asking a very reliable class representative to do their best to organize a class event because he planned to be in attendance. They were aiming to become heroes; they didn’t have time for dates or flirting, let alone a relationship. And it wasn’t as if Todoroki had given her any other indication that he was attracted to either her or the underclassmen who accosted him daily.

Todoroki suddenly stopped, and Momo almost bumped into him before pulling up short. Her eyes snapped up and she felt her chest tighten as she realized that, while she had been lost in her thoughts, they had arrived at the teacher’s lounge.

Todoroki reached out and pulled open the large sliding door then turned to her.

Momo licked her lips and swallowed over a lump in her throat. “Thank you again for walking with me Todoroki-san.” She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, “And, I’m sorry if we interrupted your conversation earlier. We were trying to be quiet...”

Todoroki shrugged, emotionless. “It’s fine. We were done talking. I told them I wasn’t interested in hanging out.”

“I see,” she said in relief. Momo pressed the papers closer to her chest.

Would it be rude to mention that she had noticed how many classmen she had seen approaching him recently? They were friends, right? Friends could ask those kinds of questions, couldn’t they? She inhaled deeply and before her courage could abandon her, added, “I’ve noticed that a lot of our younger classmen have been approaching you recently.”

Todoroki snorted and looked away, his lips thinning slightly. “Yeah, I think there is some sort of a game going on.”

Momo’s eyebrows pulled together. “A game?”

Someone was playing a game on Todoroki-san? Is that why those girls had approached him?

The relief she had felt was replaced by anger and a heavy sense of injustice at her junior classmates’ actions towards Todoroki.

How cruel.

Todoroki-san was an aspiring hero. Did the general studies girls not take him seriously because he was handsome? They should focus on their own studies instead of distracting him from his aspirations.

Todoroki looked back at her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. “I didn't know if you knew about it?”

“Of course not,” she said sharply, meeting his gaze. “We are heroes in training. They should be respectful and shouldn’t be playing games on you, especially without telling you the rules. It’s inappropriate -”

Todoroki’s lips twitched, and Momo stopped. “What?”

He shook his head. “If I knew you felt this way, I wouldn’t have told them that you already won.”

Momo’s eyes widened. Her heart rate shot up. “What do you mean?” she squeaked.

“Yukata shopping.”

Momo let out a deep breath. Of course. Of course, he meant that. No need to get worked up. She cleared her throat and looked back up at him. “How does yukata shopping allow one to win though?”

Todoroki brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t know the rules, but I think the winner is whoever gets me to agree to spend time with them.” He glanced back towards her, and although his expression was unreadable, she thought his eyes seemed pleased. “Because we’re going shopping next weekend. I told them that you won.”

Momo felt her heart stutter. “You're going?” Momo asked, surprised. She hadn’t been expecting him to attend.

“Hmm.” He nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets.

“But, I thought you usually visit your mother on that day?”

“I told her I'd go a different day. Besides, she seemed weirdly excited about it,” he said, glancing away for a moment, almost bashful, and then looking back at her. A small smile pulled at his lips that made Momo’s entire body grow warm. “So I'll be relying on you, Yaoyorozu.”

Momo smiled brightly. “Of course! You can count on me.”

She entered the staff room feeling lighter than she had all week.

XXXXX

“Todoroki, there’s another group of girls here to see you,” Kaminari said, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder.

It was Thursday afternoon of their last week of class before summer break, and 2-A had just finished gym class. The girls, as per usual, were still changing, leaving the guys time to relax before their next lesson.

Shouto looked up from the hero magazine Midoriya had spread out over the desk. A new group of younger classmen hovered outside of the doorway staring at him hopefully.

His eyebrows drew together, and he looked back at Kaminari. “Tell them they lost already.”

Kaminari blinked, and his mouth dropped open. “What do you mean they lost already?”

Shouto shifted. Even though his classmates continued to chatter and act normally, somehow, Shouto felt like all their attention was on him. He frowned. “The game they are playing, Yaoyorozu won.”

Suddenly the classroom went unnaturally silent. Todoroki tilted his head. He didn’t understand what was wrong.

He looked at Midoriya, hoping to get an answer, but Midoriya was trembling. By the hue of his face, which practically matched Shouto’s red hair, he didn’t think he’d be getting an answer anytime soon.

Shouto frowned. He had been stating a fact. It wasn’t like he had said anything controversial.

Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed a few times before it seemed his brain literally sparked back into action. “What?”

Then everyone was turning to look at him.

“Bro-roki, what do you mean?” Sero demanded as he practically jumped over the desks to get closer.

“Are you and the goddess going out?” Mineta demanded. His purple head looked about to explode.

Shouto hummed. “Yeah, I’m going with everyone shopping for yukatas this weekend, and then the Sumidagawa festival in July…is no one else going?”

There was a collective exhale that Shouto could almost feel throughout the room. Shouto eyebrows knit together as the guys seemed to deflate, falling back into their seats.

“So innocent,” Kaminari said, shaking his head. “Okay. Okay. I’ll tell the girls you aren’t interested.”

Shouto nodded slowly. “Thanks.”

As Kaminari walked away, Midoriya looked back up at Shouto.

“Todoroki-kun, what did you mean when you said Yaoyorozu won?” Midoriya asked slowly.

Shouto shrugged. “There’s been a game that girls have been playing to ask me to hangout over summer break. I’m going with Yaoyorozu shopping and to the festival, so she won,” he said, lifting his chin. Filled once again with that sense of pride he'd felt when he told Yaoyorozu that she won.

Yaoyorozu may not have known about the game, but Shouto was happy he had helped her win. It would have been unfair if she had lost without even knowing.

“Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya said gently, after a second. “There is no such game.”

Shouto tilted his head. He didn’t understand. Why would random girls keep asking him to hangout if it wasn’t part of some game? That didn’t make sense. Why else would they want to hangout with a boy who had a scar over his eye if they didn’t know him?

Mineta sighed heavily in his seat behind Midoriya. “Only hot and cool looking guys can be this dense,” he whined, dropping his head onto his desk.

Shouto frowned. He didn’t know what to make of that comment. He guessed it didn’t matter though. Shouto was positive that he had helped Yaoyorozu win, and the thought made warmth curl in his chest.

XXXXXX

“I’m still mad at you for yesterday,” Momo said indignantly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she walked back towards the dorms.

“Ah, come on,” Jirou whined, poking Momo's side with her earphone jack. Her eyes twinkled knowingly. “I didn’t say anything bad.”

Momo glared down at Jirou. “You abandoned me!”

“Helped you get a date, you mean.”

Momo ignored her as heat spread across her cheeks. “I was so embarrassed. And it’s not a date. We are going as a class.”

“Yeah, but now you can stop worrying about those other girls. Todoroki said he’d come Saturday. So, all is good.”

Momo huffed and picked up her pace. She couldn’t believe Jirou. Even if she was feeling better knowing Todoroki had turned their junior classmen down, it wasn’t like she was going to forgive Jirou that easily.

“You know,” Jirou started in an offhand voice, keeping pace with Momo’s stride, “Now that he’s coming, you could always get matching outfits.”

Momo’s eyes widened, and her heart stuttered on the phrase.

Matching outfits? Her and Todoroki?

Momo's face warmed. An image of Todoroki leading her hand in hand through the stalls, in a yukata that matched hers, flickered through her mind.

He looked back at her, smiling. "I've been dreaming of escorting you again."

Ahhh!

Momo shook her head to try and clear her thoughts. Her heart raced.

What was she thinking? She shouldn't get ahead of herself. Matching yukatas didn't mean they'd be a couple...but, maybe it was the start?

XXXXXX

Shouto shifted as Yaoyorozu’s dark eyes looked him up and down critically.

She turned around and pulled a dark blue yukata off of a neatly pressed pile. Carefully shaking it out, she held it up to his chest, just like his sister did whenever she tried to determine if a color suited him.

Shouto glanced away in an attempt to distract himself from how close Yaoyorozu was standing. His neck was hot, and he cleared his suddenly dry throat as he looked around the dressing room.

The changing area, just like the rest of the store, was fancy - fancier than any place Shouto had ever been in before, especially for clothes shopping.

A long carpeted hallway led to four side-by-side changing stalls draped with heavy gray curtains. At either end of the hallway were two full-length mirrors. And along the opposite wall, where Yaoyorozu had stacked her pile of yukatas, was a long table that had been set up with glass pitchers holding different types of flavored water.

“Here,” Yaoyorozu finally said, her brow creasing into a ‘v,’ “Try this one on next.”

It was a deep navy blue with rectangular patterns and looked exactly the same as the one he had on. But he could tell by the determined gleam in Yaoyorozu's eyes that this wasn't something he should say out loud.

Shouto forced himself not to sigh. He didn't understand why shopping for yukatas seemed so important to her, but she appeared eager in her endeavor.

Whatever made her happy, he guessed.

And it was obvious that Yaoyorozu was happy doing this. She was in her element, sweeping up and down the aisles pulling off various yukatas of every color for their classmates to try on. Even Midoriya, who always dressed in ill-fitting pants and oversized boots, seemed to find something reasonable thanks to Yaoyorozu’s attention.

Shouto reached out and pulled the fabric from Yaoyorozu’s hands. He stepped back into the small box-shaped changing room, closing the heavy fabric curtain again.

Slowly, Shouto stripped out of his current yukata, folding the fabric as gently as he could, before pulling on the one Yaoyorozu had just handed him. It must have been the tenth one he tried on. His legs were starting to ache.

When he was dressed, Shouto pulled open the curtain and stepped out. He scanned the hallway. Yaoyorozu was gone — off to find more yukatas probably.

Shouto tilted his head to both sides until his neck cracked and then leaned against the doorway of his dressing room. At the far end of the hallway, Shouto thought he heard what sounded like Sato Rikido’s deep timber mumbling from one of the stalls.

He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together as he waited.

Tired.

He wondered how Yaoyorozu did it.

Shouto had never been what Fuyumi called a “shopper.” He rarely went to stores himself, usually relying on his sister to bring home clothes for him to try on. And they had been at the yukata store for over two hours. He honestly didn’t know what had gotten into him. And the fact that he didn’t feel overly annoyed at the whole process was strange as well.

Maybe it was because they were doing it as a class? Or because even his mom had urged him to skip their usual Saturday lunches to come out. He wasn’t sure; all Shouto knew was that Yaoyorozu was trying her best, and he didn’t want to disappoint her, especially when, for some odd reason, he felt that Yaoyorozu was putting considerable more effort into helping him specifically. The thought sent a strange rush of satisfaction through his body, and his chest felt lighter.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Yaoyorozu’s voice carried from the doorway.

Shouto straightened as Yaoyorozu walked back into the dressing room. More yukatas were draped over her arm.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, and she smiled. “Oh, this one looks so good on you!”

She moved closer and beamed as she studied him, her black eyes shining. Shouto felt his earlier tiredness melt away as his stomach somersaulted.

“What do you think?” Yaoyorozu asked after a moment.

Shouto swallowed and shrugged. “It’s fine.”

Her eyes flickered up to his face, and her mouth thinned. “Todoroki-san, you have to have an opinion.” Her voice held a note of impatience.

Shouto’s lips twitched. He looked away before she could catch him. “Any of them are good. I’ll get whichever one you like.”

Yaoyorozu huffed. Her cheeks puffed out in a way he had never seen before; it reminded him of a hamster, and Shouto felt a rush of warmth spread through him.

Cute.

The word invaded his thoughts before he could censor it. It was foreign, alien, but it fit.

He looked back down at the yukatas in her arms and blinked as he noticed the sleeves were decorated with delicate flowers and objects that definitely weren’t for men.

“For you?”

Yaoyorozu followed his gaze down to her arms and smiled. “Yes. I’m almost done helping everyone else, so I thought I’d try on a couple as well. I was thinking a dark blue might be a nice change from what I usually wear, but have a couple of different colors for comparison...”

Shouto opened his mouth to say something when a deep red one caught his attention. He stepped forward, and without thought, reached a daring hand out and caught the end of the fabric.

Shouto had never been one to touch another’s things, especially without asking, but these were store items, so he didn’t see anything wrong with it. “I like this one.”

Yaoyorozu looked up sharply. Her dark eyes were almost doe-like as she searched his face, and Shouto couldn’t help feeling pleased with catching her off guard. “Th - thank you.”

He nodded, releasing the fabric. They were so close the cloth of the yukatas in her arms skimmed against Shouto’s arm, but he didn’t move away. "The red color reminds me of your hero costume."

“Well - I still have to try it on to see if it will look good.”

He felt his lips lift on one side. “I think it will. The color suits you.”

“Yaoyorozu-san, how do you tie this?”

Yaoyorozu flushed red, stumbling backward as Sato’s nasally voice sounded down the hall, and the metal hooks of his changing curtain clanged as he opened it.

Shouto frowned, feeling unexpectedly disappointed as she edged away from him.

“Sato-san, I'll be right over,” Yaoyorozu called down the hallway. She pushed her yukatas onto the table.

Shouto took a step back and was about to re-enter his dressing room when he paused, his fingers bunching in the gray curtain. He glanced back over his shoulder at Yaoyorozu. “Thanks, Yaoyorozu, for the help.”

She looked up, and her dark eyes met his. His chest tightened. “I'll get this one,” he added.

“You're - you're welcome!” Yaoyorozu stuttered as he closed the curtain behind him.

XXXXX

Slowly, like an old movie, the days finally eased into July, spreading a humid heat over Tokyo. Shouto had spent most of his time working part-time under his father or visiting his mother. Otherwise, another summer was passing by uneventfully. The only thing that seemed different was that sometimes he’d find himself wondering about Yaoyorozu or thinking about the upcoming festival with his classmates. And the more he thought about it, the more he found himself looking forward to it. So it was a relief when the day of the Sumidagawa festival finally arrived.

“You look so handsome in blue!” His mother said excitedly, stepping closer. Her normally even and controlled voice fluctuated with barely contained emotion.

Shouto shifted. His ears felt hot as his mother straightened out the collar of his yukata. “Yaoyorozu picked it out.”

Her smile widened, her gray eyes creasing at the corners. “Ah, she has good taste then. You’ll have to thank her for me.”

Shouto hummed as his mother finally stepped back and looked him up and down; a warmth that he had never seen before shown in her eyes. His throat tightened as he watched her.

It was almost surreal to see her like this. His mother seemed younger and happier than he could ever remember. As if seeing him go to a festival was one of those parent milestone things.

Perhaps it was — or maybe she was once again reading between the lines, into the emotional space Shouto still didn’t know how to interpret for himself yet.

It had taken him ten years to muster the courage to face his mother again, but within a few months, it felt like she already knew him better than he knew himself.

Even when his letters were sparse, his mother seemed to understand the words and emotions he didn’t say. It wasn’t that he was trying to leave things out on purpose. He simply didn’t always know to describe things beyond what they were.

Shouto had never been good at interpreting his feelings — probably thanks to his bastard of a father. But recently it had become even more difficult, especially when thinking of Yaoyorozu, to put his thoughts into words.

For some reason, though, it seemed like the more confused and frustrated Shouto felt about these feelings, the happier his mother became. As if she were reading from a different book than him.

It could be slightly annoying, but, at least for today, he’d let it go because of how happy she was.

There was a curt knock, and then the door slid open to reveal a nurse. “Todoroki-san, it's time for your medicine.”

His mother nodded.

Shouto glanced up at the clock above the nurse's head. Almost three.

He looked back at his mother. “I better get going. It’s a two hour train ride to get to the restaurant.”

“Of course.” She smiled brightly up at him. Her dark gray eyes twinkled. “Your mother would like a full report of your time with Yaoyorozu-san.”

XXXXX

Momo raised her head. Her reflection shimmered in the mirror hanging against the pastel pink wall of her Tokyo bedroom.

The room wasn't as large as the one in her family's main home in Aichi, but comfortably fit a canopied queen size bed with matching Italian nightstands and dresser. On one wall, a silver Venetian mirror hung from ceiling to floor outside of a walk-in closet.

Momo's heart pounded in her chest as she studied her reflection, warmth spreading in her limbs.

After an uneventful summer, it was finally the day of the Sumigada festival, and Momo could hardly contain her excitement. She had gotten up early, double-checked the reservations, and then, unable to stop herself, pulled on her yukata hours earlier than necessary.

She reached down and adjusted the sleeve of her yukata, careful not to wrinkle the delicate fabric. It was crimson with Sakura flowers of varying sizes and shades climbing up the sleeves and a pink obi fastened around her waist to cinch the fabric closed.

It didn’t match Todoroki's outfit like she had originally planned, but he had picked this one out for her. And red and blue were complementary colors, so arguably, they could still look like a couple.

Momo felt her cheeks warm, and she cupped her face.

She looked pretty. Her hair was no longer in a spiky ponytail but wavy and more refined as it curled loosely down her back. And a pink sakura ornament entwined with strings of pearls was nestled in her hair.

There was still four hours before she would meet up with her schoolmates at the yakitori restaurant. Admittedly, Momo was still a little unsure if that was the best choice for their class dinner, but Jirou had assured her repeatedly that the guys would only be happy if there was a lot of meat. And she had already checked that the restaurant had cold soba.

Momo went and laid down on top of her bed. She couldn't stop smiling.

Four more hours, and then she’d get to see Todoroki. Maybe she could surreptitiously sit next to him at the restaurant. He could ask for the soy sauce or for her to pass a drink, and she could pour it for him. Or, what if, while she gave him something, their hands brushed?

She pressed her face into her pillow and squealed at the image. She needed to calm down. If she kept imagining these hypothetical scenarios, she would jinx herself.

Drawing in a deep breath, Momo turned over to stare up at the canopy of her bed. She couldn’t wait. The night couldn't come fast enough.

There was a sharp knock on her door, and Momo looked over. “Who is it?”

“Momo, dear. May I come in?”

Momo sat up at the sound of her mother’s soft, silvery voice. “Yes, mother?” she called, patting down her cheeks, hoping to hide the evidence of her earlier inappropriate thoughts.

Her door creaked open, and a tall, lithe woman swept in. Her long, blonde hair had been pinned into an intricate bun that not a single hair dared to fall out from, and she walked with perfect grace, hinting at her past training as a model.

Momo’s mother looked around the room before spotting her on the bed. Her lips pulled into a small smile that almost looked — regretful? “I’m sorry, my Momo-chan but I need to talk to you.”

Momo nodded. She smoothed down the front of the yukata as she scooted to the edge of her bed.

“I know you are going to be upset,” her mother began delicately, as she moved closer, “But, I just received news from your father. He said he’s on a direct flight home from Singapore for a quick layover before his trip to America tomorrow morning.” Her mother’s face flickered, and she bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, before continuing. “I know you had your heart set on seeing your friends tonight, but I’d like to request you reconsider.”

Momo’s eyes widened with shock. “What?” Her heart felt like it had suddenly dropped into the pit of her stomach. “I…”

Her mother’s eyes softened as she sat down on the bed next to Momo. Her mother had the slight citrusy smell of bergamot mixed with the softer scents of rose and jasmine. “You haven't seen your Father in almost a year. He will want to see you and hear all about your training.” She reached out and gently drew Momo’s right hand into her own. “I reserved seats at your favorite French restaurant to apologize.”

Momo dropped her gaze to watch her mother’s hands wrap around her own. She blinked as her vision grew blurry. “I…I wanted to see the fireworks with everyone,” Momo whispered.

Her mother squeezed her hand. “I know.” Her voice held a string of regret. “But, you can go see the fireworks with them next year.” Her mother’s dark eyes, so similar to Momo’s own, searched her face. “We hardly have a chance these days to do anything as a family. Your friends would understand, wouldn’t they? Will you do this - for me?”

Momo bit her lower lip. She knew how much her mother treasured their family time, and she hardly ever asked anything of Momo. Her parents had always supported her and loved her dearly. Would she be a bad daughter if she refused?

Momo’s stomach twisted. “Yes, mother,” she said after a moment, because, at the end of the day, she could never go against her mother’s wishes.

Her mother’s face relaxed, and her mouth curved up into a small, grateful smile. “Next New Year’s, we can go see the fireworks in Paris. They're lovely.”

XXXXX

Shouto tuned Midoriya and Iida out as he leaned back in his chair and looked around for a signature ponytail.

Class 2-A was packed into a private dining room. Smoke and the smell of grilled yakitori permeated the air as they chatted excitedly about the upcoming night.

Where was she?

Yaoyorozu planned for their class to meet here before going to enjoy the rest of the festival. Had something happened?

“Iida,” he said, interrupting his friend’s conversation with Midoriya. “Where’s Yaoyorozu?”

Iida blinked then adjusted his glasses. “Unfortunately, Yaoyorozu-kun isn’t going to make it tonight.”

“What?” Shouto demanded. His stomach clenched almost painfully.

Iida shook his head in regret. “She said that her family had something unexpected come up.”

Shouto felt a pang of hurt that she hadn’t messaged him, but then, it wasn’t like she had any specific obligation to him.

“Thanks,” he muttered, dropping his head to glare down at his plate. He suddenly didn’t feel like being at the event.

Yaoyorozu was the one who wanted to see the fireworks. She had been more excited than anyone. Why would she back out now? Shouto ground his teeth.

Was it her parents? Had they said something to her? Were they keeping her from attending?

His throat felt tight, and his hands shook as memories of his own childhood flashed through his mind. He couldn’t stand this.

He didn’t know much about Yaoyorozu’s family life, but could it be that her parents were as overbearing as his father had been with him? He knew they had high expectations of her. Had they guilted her or forbade her from coming? Shouto imagined that Yaoyorozu might have a hard time telling her parents off it that was the case.

Hot anger curled in his throat.

She had planned all of this. She had been so excited.

His hands curled into tight fists.

How could she just decide not to come?

His chair screeched back as Shouto abruptly stood up.

“Todoroki-san!” Midoriya cried as he and Iida stared at him.

Shouto swallowed. He turned, ignoring them.

“Jirou.” The earphone jack girl looked up. Shouto rolled his jaw. “What’s Yaoyorozu’s address?”

Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”

Shouto straightened. “I’m going to go get her.”

Jirou met his eyes, and then, as if understanding, nodded. “I’ll text it to you.”

“Thanks,” Shouto said, pushing his chair in.

He hurried out of the restaurant, feeling his phone already vibrating. He slid his hand into the pocket of his yukata and pulled it out, scanning Jirou’s text.

“Todoroki!”

Shouto turned to see Midoriya and Iida in the doorway. “What are you going to do?” Midoriya asked.

Shouto’s fingers tightened around his phone. “I’m going to get her.”

Midoriya’s eyes widened. “Yaoyorozu-san?”

“Todoroki-kun, that is unacceptable. You can’t just barge into Yaoyorozu-kun’s family affairs!”

“I know that,” he said, avoiding Iida’s gaze. “But I can’t accept this!”

“You always say that it’s a hero’s duty to poke their head into places they don’t belong, and Yaoyorozu was more excited than anyone for this.” His fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. Shouto looked up, and his eyes met Midoriya’s. He set his jaw. “So I’m going to go get her.”

“Well, I - I can go with you…”

“No,” Shouto said firmly. Then softening his tone added. “No. You stay here. You wanted to see the fireworks too, didn’t you?” Midoriya’s face turned red and as his friend’s eyes glanced quickly towards Uraraka, Shouto knew he had hit the mark. He straightened. “Outside of you and Iida, I’m the fastest. I’ll go by myself.”

Shouto turned and took off down the street before Iida and Midoriya could protest.

A picture of Yaoyorozu crying flashed through his mind. He brought his hand up and pressed it to the middle of his chest. His fingers dug into the fabric over his chest. It ached.

The yukata was hard to run in, and he could feel the geta sandals bite into his toes. In the back of his mind, he knew it was definitely going to hurt tomorrow, but at the moment he just felt numb.

Yaoyorozu needed him.

The streets got more crowded as he spun around a corner and back towards the main road.

Faster.

He pushed past a couple, only barely muttering an apology as he continued towards the station.

Faster.

The seven-fifteen train would take him towards Aichi prefecture.

Shouto could feel his muscles strain as he pushed his body on.

He needed to go faster.

His geta sandals slapped against the pavement. He had two hours until the start of the fireworks. He needed to get to Aichi and back. If everything went right, he’d just make it.

I want to be with her!

XXXXXXXX

Extra notes:

I know Momo lives in Aichi prefecture, but thought it would be appropriate if her family had a place in Tokyo too. Aoyama, or also known as Aoyamadori, is considered as one of the richest neighborhoods in the entire city of Tokyo.

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #shouto todoroki #Yaoyorozu Momo #My writing #My Story #Fireworks

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