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sweet-beezus · 8 months
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Then the last of the hoard of doodles
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nebuladreamz · 3 months
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Future Starlit Skies scene, something something you get to have a moment with Moon
Bonus:
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hollyflight7 · 1 year
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O.O whats this a Rock rewrite post
yes
So, basic idea:
Rock lives at the lake, before Starlit Paths version of Dawn of the Clans. Cats then are scattered, living in smaller groups. They worship many gods, two of which are Mooncrusher(Midnight) and Sunstealer(Sol). Rock is one of these cats, in a group that worships Mooncrusher. His life is normal, if somewhat boring.
Until Mooncrusher picks him to be an Acolyte, and he is blessed with some of their power. Mainly, he gains his second set of eyes, as well as some future seeing. And this makes his life horrible.
His family either worships him, fears him, or uses him. Once close friends drift away. And Mooncrusher did this to many cats- and they takes interest in others. Rock is left behind, whole life upturned. He takes to walking along the shore of the lake, thinking. His anger and hate stirring. But one day, he comes across a young cat the same age as him. The cat introduces himself as Sol.
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The two hit it off right away. They bond over their weird appearances, play pranks on the surrounding groups of cats, and experiment with their magic. Rock is happy- finally! Someone like him! And him and Sol grow close. Very close. (What I'm saying is they were roomates)
They grow so close, in fact, that they start to plan to run away. Find somewhere, anywhere that they can be together. (Acolytes cannot have mates/kittens)
But one day, Mooncrusher came back. They was doing a 'check up' on Rock, to make sure he was providing for his group. And they found him hanging out with Sol.
Mooncrusher was furious. Pulling Rock away from him, and telling Sol to leave. Rock protests- why can't they just let him be? Haven't they ruined their life enough already?
Before they can answer, Rock claws their face(BIG TIME sacrilege) and bolts after Sol. They meet up again tearfully, and move toward where modern day Thunder Order lives. But the anger has stirred once again in Rock's heart, and Sol ignites it.
They practice for hours on end fighting with magic. The training gets so intense that they eventually create the Stone Hollow(Thunder Order's current home.) out of desire to have a 'grand' place to practice.
And then finally, Sol reveals that he wasn't an Acolyte- he was a fragment of Sunstealer. Rock is shook- Sol was Sunstealer? Well, a part of him anyways? And how did Sunstealer get shattered? The gods hadn't fought in a long time.
Sol reveals that Mooncrusher shattered him. It pushes Rock over the edge. How dare they break another god? How many lives must they ruin? And Rock vows revenge. Heart shielded by walls of stone, he and Sol wreak havoc on Mooncrusher's groups.
Poisoning and starving, driving them to madness. Rock killed the Acolytes while Sol hurt the groups. It continued on for quite a while. Rock was numb to the lives he had taken- it was all just to get back at Mooncrusher. This was their fault.
Until one day. They had tracked down the remaining Acolytes, that were hiding with Mooncrusher. Mooncrusher had been wounded by a rockslide(Caused by Sol) and could not help them.
It was a bloodbath. Rock was vicious, tearing through the Acolytes like leaves. Sol slunk around the shadows, looking for the opportunity to kill Mooncrusher. Nothing could stop them.
Nothing, that is, unless it was Rock's younger brother. Pebble. Or more specifically, the death of Pebble at Rock's claws. He snapped out of his bloodlust, horrified. How could he have... did he really kill Pebble?
Amd he looks up. Sees the carnage that he and Sol have caused. And when Sol leaps for Mooncrusher's neck, he slams into him. They grapple for a while, but they are evenly matched. But Rock sees an opportunity. The tunnels. They went underneath the lake, and were unpassable without knowing the way. Sol didn't know- he had never been down there. And Rock did. So he started driving Sol and him down to the entrance near the shore. Sol doesn't notice- too focused on the battle to care. And after they finally enter the tunnels, Rock relents and lets himself get slammed against the entrance. It starts to crumble. But Sol is furious. He and Rock tussle still, ruining the entrance.
When it finally collapse, Rock bolts. He wanders the tunnels for... moons, how long has it been? It doesn't matter, though. He cannot leave until he is punished enough for his brothers death.
And then arc 3 happens :3
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void-kissed · 1 year
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✨✨✨ !!!
Hehe, sure thing, friend!! You're why I reblogged the game in the first place, so, thank you very kindly for sending these~
(source: this post by dragonsmooch)
Send me ✨ for a random thing about one of my OCs! (Optional: You can specify one!) - Let's go with Dragon Quest Iris for these, if that's alright with you!
I'm.. not actually sure if I've ever shown what Iris looks like before? So, in case you were wondering, here she is! The armoured appearance is her actual current equipment set in my game right now as I've loaded it up, whereas the set with the dress was put together from some extra equipment pieces I had in my inventory; it seems more like something she herself would choose to wear, having such a style-focused vocation and all.
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Speaking of her vocation, Iris is a luminary! This is.. not to be confused with the Luminary, which is the name of the Dragon Quest XI protagonist. Luminaries (or, in the Japanese version, Superstars) are the sole postgame-exclusive vocation in Dragon Quest IX. They are.. kind of seen as not great combat-wise, because they have such mixed-up stats other than their high charm, which only means they might occasionally cause enemies to skip their actions or get paralysed by style slightly more often. But they have some neat vocation-exclusive outfit pieces, like that tint-tastic tutu Iris is wearing. They can use fans, whips, and boomerangs by default - as can be seen in the screenshots, Iris wields her fan in combat, as well as wind magic spells.
And on the note of combat, when it comes to the party as a whole, Iris is arguably the most versatile character in terms of what she can do - however, she mostly tends to play a more supportive role due to the strength of Ardea and Avalon's physical attacks compared to hers. She can use Reverse Cycle using her fan to reflect breath-based attacks, which is very helpful for certain bosses, and she also knows some healing spells which is advantageous if Pavo alone isn't able to keep up with the damage being dealt. Similarly, her wind spells are good against groups of enemies!
I hope that these answers were alright, friend! Thank you very much once again for sending these sparkles~
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madlensims · 2 months
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Midnight v2
Designed for dreamy dates and starlit strolls! 🌟🌙🌃 Infused with the delicate allure of lace and the smooth caress of silk, this outfit is an epitome of elegance! 😍
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sakkiichi · 7 months
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COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.
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Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a ‘papa’?
ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.
cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as ‘mama’, you and the character have a child. They’re all girl dads.
a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles 🩵 i’m wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: about this fic… i struggled quite a little with it, and i’m sorry it’s not my best piece… this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear ♡
if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !
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✧ SCARAMOUCHE
Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.
Scaramouche is not amused.
Or at least that’s what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.
Tiny hands cup the Wanderer’s cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her father’s lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramouche’s mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.
“You’re amused, huh?” Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.
“Moochie!” She babbles, trying to stand on the wanderer’s knees, her hands reaching for his hat.
“Hey, hey, now!” Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. “That is not a toy and I’m not Moochie…”
“Moochie!” His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.
He sighs.
“Not Moochie…” Scaramouche’s ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.
“Pa-pa. Not Moochie.” He repeats, bopping his little one’s nose. “And here, play with this.” He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.
Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your lover’s face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughter’s hand grabbing his finger.
“Pa..” The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.
“Pa…” Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.
Then, the girl’s eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.
“Mama!” She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofa’s backrest, where it not for your partner’s protective hold.
Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.
Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.
Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.
Your girl grabs one of her father’s fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.
Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.
✧ ALBEDO
A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.
Albedo’s features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.
Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.
“And who do we have here?” The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his baby’s small head.
“Mama?” She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dad’s clothes.
The gesture is followed by one of Albedo’s gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.
“Mama’s not here now, little princess.” He explains, as he picks the baby up. “They will get home soon, though.” Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. “How about we have some fun in the meantime?”
Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.
Taking his little one’s two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.
“There we go, princess!” Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partner’s movements, as he rummages through your living room’s drawers.
A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughter’s side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletop’s surface.
“What should we draw today, my princess?” Are Albedo’s words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she can’t hurt herself.
“Snow!” She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.
“You want to paint snow, my little cecilia?” He asks, combing through her blonde strands. “Alright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?”
“Yay!” Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridge’s door, the living room walls or your study.
After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.
“Look, dearie.” Albedo calls. “Who are these?”
His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.
“Mama! Me! And Papa!” She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.
Albedo’s eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughter’s words.
Those last two syllables.
His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughter’s angelic tone.
“Papa?” She asks, tugging on his sleeve.
Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.
“Can you say it again, little princess? ‘Papa’.”
“Papa! Papa!” Giggles leave her throat.
Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kid’s forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.
When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husband’s and your daughter’s hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.
✧ XIAO
“Do you want to hold her, Xiao? She’s been looking at you for a while.” You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.
Golden eyes, not unlike the child’s currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.
What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-
“Xiao.” Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. “She’ll be okay.” You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.
The adeptus glances in his daughter’s direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.
Your husband’s jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think he’s sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.
You, however, know better.
“Here, I’m with you, love.” You softly utter, placing your daughter in her father’s arms.
The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.
She’s so small… such a pure and precious being… will she be safe with him?
Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.
“See? She adores you, Xiao…” You tell him, knuckles brushing against your baby’s soft full cheek. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.
“H-hello, little qingxin…” Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.
In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her father’s rusted gold gaze.
“Papa!” She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like ‘dada’.
The vigilant yaksha’s eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.
“Xiao! She said ‘papa’! See? She loves you!” You excitedly chant, hugging your husband’s waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. “You are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!” A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiao’s shoulder.
His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.
“Papa…” The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished against’s Xiao’s form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her father’s embrace.
Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.
The conqueror of demons’ mask would be shed for tonight.
✧ CHILDE
Small hands are glued to the window’s glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.
Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.
The little girl’s tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her father’s movements.
He reminds her of the illustrations she’s seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.
She must get closer.
Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure you’re busy with something in the kitchen.
Her plan can be put into action now.
Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes she’s nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.
Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.
Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. He’s big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.
Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companion’s fur.
And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice that’s lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.
“And just what do you think you’re doing, little lady.” You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.
Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.
“Mama…” She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you can’t understand leaving her pouty lips.
You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dog’s chin gently.
“So you want to see papa training, don’t you, little troublemaker?” You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. “Alright, just this once, and because he’s almost finished with his routine.” You warn, softly pinching her cheek.
Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.
Then:
“Papa!” She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesn’t fall out of your grasp.
Suddenly, Ajax’s hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughter’s. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.
“Papa! Papa!” His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.
No matter how cold Snezhnaya’s blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.
✧ KAEYA
Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.
Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.
Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.
But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.
A couple and their daughter.
“You really liked this pie, didn’t you, little lily?” Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake she’s been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girl’s giggles eliciting a chuckle from her father’s lips as he carefully wipes her face. “Mama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.” The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.
His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.
“Kaeya, don’t tease her!” You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girl’s hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.
“Don’t pay any mind to papa, now.” You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. “He’s a little silly sometimes.”
The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.
You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeya’s embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.
“Papa!” She announces, taking ahold of Kaeya’s long braid, playing with it. “Papa… prince!” She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.
With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.
“Yes, little sweetheart, you’re right, papa is a prince.” Kaeya’s hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.
“And that is why you’re our little princess.” The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.
“Princess!” She happily babbles, rising her arms.
Instances like this… they truly stoked gentle flames around the captain’s heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.
Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archon’s face of stone.
✧ NEUVILLETTE
Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.
Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.
Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.
Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.
The hydro dragon’s mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.
Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.
“Neuvi, love.” A familiar voice calls him, gently. “What are you doing out there in this weather, dear?”
Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.
“Someone has come to see you, my love.” You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.
Neuvillette’s features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who you’re talking about.
A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your lover’s.
“Look who’s here, little rainbow.” You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. “Papa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?”
The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.
“Papa! Papa!” She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.
Neuvillette’s gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.
“Papa is here, sunshine.” Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.
In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.
Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.
The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.
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lovelornand · 2 years
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ERIN!!! TS10!!! 10/21!!!
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I SAW 😭😭😭 I can't believe I fell asleep like 5 minutes before she announced it hahaha I'm so excited what the heck
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jaquemuses · 2 months
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i’m an angst comfort GIRL so if you would be interested in writing anything maybe about childhood friends enzo and reader where it’s right people wrong time for years ( definitely mutual feelings, maybe reader always thought enzo was too good for them so they never really thought they had a chance but is oblivious to the fact that enzo was head over HEELS for them but was worried about dragging them into the spotlight as he grew more famous) until they finally end up together i’d be thrilled!! ofc no matter what thank you so much!! have a great day/night!!❤️❤️
GIRL ME TOO !!! so glad you requested it, i wrote this, hope u enjoy it ♡♡
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Starry night | Enzo Vogrincic
Synopsis: Sharing feelings has always been challenging, but under the starry sky, sitting right beside his childhood friend on the eve of his movie premiere party, Enzo confesses a love that has lingered his heart since he was seven.
Word count: 1.5k
Content: Enzo Vogrincic/Reader, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluffy overall, no explicit content, focus on emotions, and strong affection for Enzo, references to ghibli's movies.
a/n: hi there !! i hope you guy enjoy this i pulled an all nighter just to write it lmaooo so bear with me if there's any typos or such; english isn't my first language, but I hope it's a good read!
- xoxo Kara ♡
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Time slips away so quickly.
Beneath the starry sky, the weight of its passing moments engulfs you like a fuzzy tidal wave, heavy and suffocating. Sinking beneath its weight has become your routine.
A soft, resigned sigh escapes your lips, the midnight air crisp on your tongue, turning into vapor in the summer night. Beyond your sight, stars burn in tandem, the cosmos vast and immersive. The moon, tonight, is a big blob of reflected sunlight, smiling tenderly, casting a soothing glow like a mother's voice.
In the familiarity of the sight, there's comfort. The moon, always there, in crescents or hidden by clouds, a constant in a changing world. What a peculiar and lovely thing it is to be under the celestial dance, where even the moon, with its timeless presence, seems to join the ever-moving cosmic ballet.
As you lay on the rooftop, the distant melody of music from the house below reaches your ears. It's a reminder of shared laughter, playful banter, and the bond you once had with Enzo. The thought of losing him, not just as a childhood friend but as this life partner makes you wanna cry right there.
Another second lost, as you gaze into the nothingness of space. Time keeps passing you by, never stopping —seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into months. that incessant moving of the hands of the clock; tick, tock, tick, tock. over and over again.
and, really, it's a little bit scary. you think you might be terrified of time. you're so afraid, afraid of being left behind, afraid that the world will turn its back on you and then walk away. afraid that everyone and everything will change shape before you know it
The music serves as a soundtrack to your memories, a bittersweet symphony echoing through the night. Enzo, your companion through the years, feels like he's slipping away, and the weight of that potential loss is heavy against the backdrop of the starlit sky.
But even in this always-changing, turbulent mess of a life
one thing remains the same;
"Ah, there you are," Enzo's voice, honeyed and familiar, breaks the silence. A small smile graces your lips at the sight of him.
That voice...
honeyed and smooth, but still rough around the edges, just a little husky. Deep and familiar, etched into your brain; even if you were to forget everything else, you're sure you'd still remember it. That familiar voice. It sounds like moonlit nights, and sunkissed kitchens.
it sounds like coming home.
A turn of your head. it's a subconscious reaction, as natural as the beating of your own heart, memorized down to the very marrow of your bones — muscle memory, to seek him out after hearing the low timbre of his voice. You do it as if it's the only thing worth hearing.
And Enzo is smiling, when your eyes meet his. That gentle upward tug of his lips, small yet sincere. The one that always puts your mind at ease.
"How'd you know I'd be up here?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.
"Lucky guess," Enzo replies, his grin revealing the comfort of shared moments.
Of course, he knew. Tracking you down was his thing, always has been. Like that time when he found you concealed under a table at your twelfth birthday party or the time he discovered you teary-eyed in the woods during your school field trip.
Finding you always comes easy to Enzo. Almost like he's always seeking you out, subconsciously or otherwise, always paying attention to your movements. You go south, and he follows, you go north, and he's already waiting up ahead.
"Damn, how'd you know?" you playfully pout, looking into him.
"I always know, silly" Enzo confesses softly, his eyes holding a warmth that speaks volumes. "I've known you since we were seven"
A gentle inhale passes between you as the silence settles, the moon casting its glow on your shared history.
"I thought you might be too busy with, you know, the whole famous actor thing," you admit trying to make it a joke but insecurity creeps into your words. "Congratulations on that, i always knew you'd make it"
The whole party underneath you both was for Enzo, you felt kind of stupid for leaving so suddenly, after all tonight's was Enzo's night. But before he realized it, you had slipped away, seizing the chance as soon as others grew too drowsy to take notice.
But he always notices you.
And he's worried. just a bit, is what he tells himself but truthfully it's more than that.
You look small, enzo thinks, curled up with your knees to your chest. Sitting all alone up on the roof of his home, a place you'd always go to on nights when you couldn't sleep. Together, sharing whispered secrets and hushed laughter until the sun began to rise again. Back then, it felt like the two of you were the only ones awake in the whole world.
(the safest world he's ever known.)
The distance between you grows narrower, as enzo makes his way over to you - and it always does, at the end of the day. No matter how much time you spend apart, that uncomfortable distance always, always ends up broached. One of you always moves closer. As if it's unavoidable, two planets spinning around each other's orbit.
Enzo sits down right next to you, crossing his legs and leaning back. his knee bumps against the side of your shoe, and his shoulder grazes yours. It's natural, as natural as the glow of the moon, this closeness between you. It reminds you of the gentle lapping of the ocean waves of Punta del este at your bare ankles; on mellow summer days when you were 10 and went to a trip with your parents and Enzo's, comforting and familiar. A warmth that never goes away.
The moon bathes the rooftop in a gentle glow as Enzo chuckles in response to your teasing remark. "Busy? Yeah, it gets a bit crazy, but it's moments like these that remind me of what truly matters. And you know im never too busy for you." He shifts, a thoughtful expression on his face, as he gazes at the city below.
A brief inhale, and your heartbeat settles into a tender rhythm again. The scent that always lingers on Enzo's skin drifts throughout the air, mingling with your own — it can be hard to distinguish between the two, with how often you end up wearing each other's clothes, but you could never mistake it for anything else. Cedarwood and earl gray, with a hint of coconut-scented shampoo enveloping every single one of your senses, grounding you in a way nothing else can.
Leaning just a little closer to him, subconsciously, youet a fond exhale slip from your lips. Barely audible. And Enzo mimics it.
The silence between you is a comfortable one. Always has been. A little fickle, always shattered by one of you before long —usually you, though enzo isn't much better. But this time, he stays silent.
He's waiting. You know he is, because he always does.
He's waiting, waiting for you to break the silence first. Waiting for you to say something, tell him what's wrong, explain why you're up here instead of celebrating with the others. Waiting for you to explain why your eyes have looked so tired, this past week.
Enzo is nothing if not patient. So he waits, unbothered by the silence. Admiring the stars, and the flicker of their light. A vague worry simmers in his chest, however, and he can't stop himself from glancing down at you every now and then.
An insatiable yearning to soothe you gnaws at his heart
—but he can't, not unless you let him.
A sigh drops from your lips, suddenly. Deep and heavy, ike a rock thrown into the depths of a lake. The silence breaks.
"En...?"
The guy stays quiet, just humming inquisitively. He avoids eye contact, showing respect. He figures you'll spill what's on your mind more comfortably without him staring.
Your fingers lightly tap the rooftop tiles out of habit. You take in a bit of the midnight air—it's got that summer taste. "Remember how we first met?"
Enzo glances at you, surprise flickering in his eyes. He can't resist the urge to peek at your face, savoring your expression. Then, a chuckle escapes him. "Are you feeling sentimental?" he teases, a playful note in his voice, light and airy like seafoam. "Did you come out here just to reflect?"
The corners of his lips lift when he hears you huff, pulling your legs closer with a furrowed brow. Cheek pressed against your kneecap, you meet his gaze.
"Come on," you whine, pouting childishly, a trick you know will make him give in. "Just indulge me a little."
Enzo smiles, soft around the edges, radiating unmistakable fondness. He always indulges you. "Of course I do," he assures you.
The quiet settling between your words holds a tender understanding, a silent agreement.
"Of course, I remember. How could I forget? You broke into my backyard."
A sigh, weighty and pointed, escapes your lips. Enzo fights back a grin; his eyes dance with teasing mischief in the darkness as you shoot a glare his way.
"Okay, first of all," you begin, "I didn't break into anything. I climbed over the fence. Peacefully."
Enzo raises a brow. "That literally doesn't matter; it's still trespassing."
"I was seven years old!"
"Damn! Some of you criminals start young."
Another playful huff escapes you as you halfheartedly attempt to sound annoyed. Unsuccessful, you hide your growing smile by tucking your face into your knees. "Whatever."
Then your gaze shifts, drawn to the expanding starry sky, the vibrant flicker of the moon like a moth to a flame, helpless to its charms. It resembles a giant sponge cake, reminiscent of the ones you and Enzo used to make when that was the only recipe you knew – you'd eat from the batter, and he'd scold you. Then he'd do the same when your back was turned.
A smile graces your lips. In each star, a new memory unfolds, and the warm nostalgia surrounding you makes your heart feel exposed. "I just wanted to pet Ada" you reminisce, softly rememberig how little the cat was back then.
Enzo nods, his gaze directed at you, reveling in the expression on your face – tranquil and at ease, a bit more of yourself. Effortlessly lovely, bathed in moonlight. "Yeah, I remember."
He lets the memory carry him away for a moment or two, recalling the sight of you all those years ago, an unfamiliar child in his backyard. It was as if you had fallen from the sky – quiet and shy, yet with an excited glimmer in your eyes as you looked at his cat.
"You just pointed to her and expected me to understand," he continues, a grin blooming on his face, hopelessly endeared. "You were so shy back then."
A raise of your eyebrow. "Um? I'm still shy?"
Enzo gives you a look. He doesn't have to say anything – it's written all over his face. The classic Vogrincic look, the kind where you can tell he's itching to say, "Oh, really now?" The kind where he tries to appear judgmental but never quite manages to hide the amusement in his eyes.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and Enzo smiles once more, utterly captivated by your joy.
"Then we watched movies at my place,"
You hum. "It was fun."
"Yeah," he agrees.
Another spell of silence descends, tender and incredibly precious. The air is cool but not enough to make you shiver – a mild summer night, gentle on your skin and light on your heart. A soft breeze tousles your hair, and in the distance, cicadas buzz – a familiar, unchanging sound.
(If only everything else could remain the same, too.)
"Do you remember what movie it was?"
A lazy smile graces Enzo's lips as he turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised.
"Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to make m–"
"I just wanna reminisce."
Enzo pauses, observing your gaze as it wanders across the landscape, from the moon to the distant city lights. Absentmindedly fidgeting with the strings of your hoodie, you seem a bit lost, your eyes forgotten within the depths of the endless night sky.
No more teasing, he decides, choosing a more delicate approach. He answers your question softly, as if each octave of his voice could potentially cause you harm. "Whisper of the Heart," he reveals.
A little nod follows your hum of agreement. "Thats a top-tier one."
Enzo shifts his gaze away, muttering something under his breath. Still audible, though. "Spirited Away takes the cake..."
Catching a glimpse of your unimpressed look, he suppresses a soft laugh. His teeth graze his lip gently, just enough to avoid any sting.
"You're so basic," you playfully grin.
"You just want to feel special," Enzo retorts, quick on the uptake. "And you only like it because of Seji."
"You're only a Spirited Away fan because of Haku!"
Enzo closes his eyes, leans back a bit, crossing his arms in a somewhat childlike manner – a move aimed at drawing out laughter. "I don't know what you're talking about," he pretends.
"Oh, come on," you scoff. "Do you really think I've forgotten your sudden "enlightenment"?"
"Hm? What's that?" Feigning confusion, Enzo puts a hand to his ear, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "You'll have to come closer; I can't hear you from here."
Another unimpressed look accompanies your exhale, a mix of a scoff and a chuckle. "If I get any closer, I'll be in your lap, goofball."
Enzo bites his cheek gently, holding back the words that almost slip off his tongue.
(He wouldn't mind)
"Sorry, can you repeat that?" A playful nudge meets his shoulder as you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
The banter fades away as quickly as it came. Then, smiles break out across both your faces simultaneously, the atmosphere shifting into something more sincere. Doesn't it always when you're gazing at the starry sky with the one you love most?
As Enzo continues, his voice takes on that softer tone once again—the one thats only reserved for you. "I always liked imagining us as them," he confesses. "Me as Haku, and you as Chihiro."
A soft blink, and your smile sweetens like syrup. "...That's amusing," you cross your legs, palms flat against the roof, knee comfortably leaning against Enzo's. "I always thought of us as Seiji and Shizuku."
There's a distant look in your eyes, something Enzo can't look away from. Tentatively, his fingers press into the skin of his palms, and he speaks, absentminded and a bit uncertain. ".. they get married at the end, don't they?"
A pause, then your gaze locks onto Enzo's, suddenly mischievous – and he regrets opening his mouth.
"Oh?" you purr, almost beaming, closing the distance like a
predator sizing up its prey. "Oh, really? Is this a proposal, Mr. Vogrincic?"
"I'm just stating facts" he quips, hands raised in defense, hoping you won't notice the red tint creeping up his neck, hidden by the night.
"Incorrect facts," you grin. Whether you catch the blush or not, you don't mention it. "They get engaged, not married. Big difference."
Enzo huffs, small, trying to suppress a smile. The beat of his heart is faint, a gentle rhythm stirred by every move you make. He pushes back the words he longs to say. "I wouldn't mind that, either."
Once again, silence envelops you, weaving around the space between you. It's comforting, just being like this; you and your best friend under the moon's soft glow. As if you're the sole inhabitants of an otherwise vacant universe, free from space and time.
Like the night could pause and stretch on forever.
Yet, there's an unspoken question lingering. One Enzo is still waiting for you to answer. One you won't address until he does the same.
Both of you have noticed, even if no one else has – the turmoil in your eyes, the fatigue under his. Those subtle signs of stress as everything around you keeps twirling on, as the future approaches with every passing day.
"Remember how school felt like it would last forever, and now... it's all just a blur."
Enzo's eyes light up with nostalgia. "Yeah, the days when we believed we could conquer the world. Time goes by so quickly." He pauses, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "But hey, we had some pretty great adventures."
A soft laugh escapes you. "Adventures, mischief, and a fair share of detentions. I miss those days."
Enzo grins, "Our secret base, the pranks we pulled, and the dreams we shared. Life was simpler back then."
You sigh, "Simpler, but full of possibilities. Now everything feels like it's rushing by, and I can't keep up."
Enzo reaches for your hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "You're not alone in feeling that way. I miss the simplicity too, but some things haven't changed." He looks into your eyes, his gaze holding a depth of emotions.
"Yeah, your talent and that dream that's not a dream anymore En. Its now your reality, and I'm so proud of you, I'd always knew you'd make it" You said with a nostalgic smile on your face.
Deep down, you knew you'd end up losing him; he had everything to succeed in the industry.
Enzo meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart... It means a lot to hear that from you."
As Enzo utters the endearment "sweetheart," a fluttering sensation courses through your stomach, a delicate dance of butterflies that seems to synchronize with the newfound warmth in your chest. With a surge of emotions enveloping you, you can't help but wrap your arms around Enzo's body, hugging him tightly and feeling the size difference between the both of you. A murmured "of course" escapes your lips.
The moonlight paints a soft glow around you both, and the distant sounds of the party create a gentle background melody. Enzo takes a moment after the hug, collecting his thoughts, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, You know?" He starts, catching your eye. "Oh look who's reflecting now" You say as you laugh softly. "What is it?"
"These moments, right here, remind me of the times when life was simpler, and we were just two kids dreaming under the same sky." He pauses, searching for the right words.
"You know, when we were younger, I used to take you to the cinema, to the lake, even on your 15th birthday... Each time, I wanted to tell you something important, but I never found the right moment. It's been on my mind, and I'm tired of postponing it."
Your heart quickens at his words, confusion mingling with anticipation. Enzo's expression shifts, becoming more serious yet tender.
"Do you remember those times? I was trying to say that..." He hesitates a little, his eyes looking straight into yours, noticing how every single star can fit on your gaze "I'm in love with you. From the days of our childhood adventures to now, you've always been the girl of my dreams. I wanted to share my success with you because you've been my constant, my anchor."
The weight of his confession hangs in the air, and your mind races to process the revelation. Enzo continues, "I know that recently the world sees me as this actor, but to you, I just want to be Enzo. The boy you've known since we were seven. I'm tired of hiding my feelings, and I didn't want to lose another moment without letting you know."
Silence stretches between you, the memories of your shared past intertwining with the present. You're caught between the familiarity of nostalgia and the unexpected confession, yet, suddenly, some things start to make sense.
Enzo's eyes search yours, vulnerable and earnest.
"En, wait... what do you mean? In love with me? Like, as a friend or...?" Your words trail off, searching for clarity.
Enzo takes a deep breath, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. You can feel him shaking. "No I mean, romantically in love with you. Since we were kids, I've tried to tell you, but I never found the right moment."
Your eyes widen, replaying moments in your mind. "Wait, are you saying all those times – the cinema, the lake, my 15th birthday – you wanted to confess your feelings?"
Enzo nods, a mix of vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes. "Exactly. I kept hoping for the perfect moment, but life just kept moving too fast"
Your mind races, grappling with the revelation. Enzo continues, "What im trying to say is you've been the girl of my dreams since i can remember. I wanted to share my success with you, not just as an actor but as the person who's been my constant through it all."
Silence envelops the rooftop, the city of Montevideo below seemingly hushed in anticipation. Enzo looks at you, his expression a mosaic of hope and uncertainty.
After a moment of processing, you break into a soft laugh. "Enzo, this is... I... i just never saw this coming... oh my god"
With a warm smile, Enzo pulls you into a hug, and you reciprocate, embracing the familiarity of his presence. "Its okay if you dont feel the same... but I... I've just been carrying this for so long; it feels good to finally share it with you." He says with a sad tone.
As you're held in Enzo's embrace, the vulnerability of the moment encourages you to share your own feelings. "Enzo, no... Its not that, its just that I... I never thought you'd see me that way. I always felt like you were way too good for me, like I'd never be enough, so i always thought it'll be pointless to confess because you'll end up leaving me... And its just the thought of losing you as a friend and now knowing you've felt this way for so long, it's just overwhelming."
Enzo loosens the hug, gently holding your shoulders as he looks into your eyes. "You were always more than enough. I never wanted to risk our friendship, but holding back these feelings became harder as time went on. Our friendship means the world to me, and the fear of losing you kept me silent."
Tears glisten in your eyes as you continue, "I spent so many nights up here on this rooftop, wondering if I was just another friend among many for you. I never thought I could be the one you'd be in love with."
Enzo wipes away a tear with his thumb, a tender smile on his face. "You were never just another friend. You were the one who understood me, laughed with me, and stood by me through it all. And I've been in love with you since we were kids."
The weight of unspoken emotions finally laid bare, you share a bittersweet laugh. "Guess we were both too scared to ruin what we had."
Enzo nods, his hand now resting on your cheek. "Maybe, but holding back feels like a bigger risk now. I don't want to waste any more time, not when i don't know how much of it we have left"
As the moonlight bathes both of you, you take a deep breath and finally say, "Enzo, I've always been in love with you too."
A shared understanding and a newfound honesty linger in the air as Enzo leans in and his lips meets yours in a tender kiss, a culmination of years of unspoken emotions and shared moments. In that intimate exchange, the rooftop becomes a sanctuary for a new beginning, and just for that moment: time seems to stand still.
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pearlesscentt · 6 months
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the starting point
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riize (all members) + love tropes i associate them with, fluff
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — shotaro : slowburn
lunches with friends. uncertain glances. anticipation. plant on your windowsill. book and music recommendations. a nervous invitation. long walks after midnight. hands brushing against each other. shy smiles. heart beats speeding up. changing of topics. holding back. a handwritten letter of all unsaid things.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — eunseok : [a] fell first, but [b] fell harder
basketball. playful teasing. charming smile. jersey numbers. campus crush. inside jokes. contagious laughter. late-night texts. one-on-one shooting competitions. game day nerves. electrolyte drinks. a text for good luck. unspoken feelings.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sungchan : meet cute
dog park. tangled leashes. nervous laughter. doggie treats and snuggles. park benches. nosy neighbors. budding friendship. play dates. shyly asking for a phone number. sending each other animal videos. daily walks and paw prints. puppy love.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — wonbin : summer love
beach town. wind chimes. melting ice cream cones. sun-kissed skin. barefoot beach strolls. seashells. saltwater in your hair. dancing at the summer festival. sundresses. peach iced tea at the café. sunsets. climbing up the lighthouse. flip flops and tank tops. pretending to know constellations on starlit nights. summer rain. post cards and love letters.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — seunghan : fake dating
living room. dumb decisions over wine. ground rules. nervous introductions. a hand on your lower back. a sigh of relief. public displays. pretend dates. more wine. shared secrets. a photo on social media. a kiss in a crowded room. even more wine. knowing glances. confusion. sincerity.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sohee : strangers to lovers
bus stops. the chaos of a rush hour. same route home. familiarity. polite nods. curiousity. accidental touches. part-time jobs and exhaustion. falling asleep on your shoulder. sharing earbuds and new music. unexpected friendship. comfort in silence. walking you home.
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꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — anton : childhood friends to lovers
neighborhood playground. laughter. afternoons in the treehouse. homemade birthday cards. secret handshakes. teaching each other how to ride a bike. band-aids. being apart during summer camp. doing homework together. hot chocolate on sleepovers. teasing each other about crushes. high school prom. promise rings. graduation day. growing up.
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rubylace · 3 months
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heeseung — fireworks
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The clock struck midnight, you found yourself standing next to Heeseung, your boyfriend, under the starlit sky. The air was filled with the sound of firecrackers and the sky was beautifully lit with fireworks.
Heeseung's eyes sparkled with the reflection of the colorful lights above, mirroring the joy in your heart. He held your hand, his grip warm and comforting against the winter chill.
First firework of the New Year lit up the sky, he turned towards you, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Happy New Year," he whispered, leaning in to seal the start of a new year with a sweet kiss. The fireworks weren't the only thing that made your heart explode that night.
The rest of the crowd was lost in their own celebrations, but for you and Heeseung, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
Heeseung's arm was wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The fireworks continued to light up the sky, each burst of color reflecting in his eyes.
He looked at you with so much love and affection, making you feel like the most cherished person in the world.
"Here's to a year full of love, happiness, and us," he said, raising his glass in a toast.
You clinked your glass against his, a wide smile spreading across your face. This was indeed a perfect start to the New Year.
You both sat down on the nearby bench, still hand in hand, watching the vibrant spectacle of fireworks. Breaking the comfortable silence, Heeseung turned to you,
"Do you remember the first time we watched fireworks together?" he asked, a nostalgic glint in his eyes.
You chuckled, "How could I forget? We almost missed the show because you couldn't find the right spot." He laughed along, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.
"Well, I had to make sure everything was perfect for our first date," he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
The memory warmed your heart, and you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "And it was," you replied, "Just like tonight." the fireworks show continued, you both started reminiscing about the past year. The highs, the lows, the shared laughter, and tears.
"Remember when we got lost on our hiking trip?" you asked, a giggle escaping your lips.
Heeseung groaned, "Don't remind me. We had to spend the night in the car because we couldn't find our way back." You both laughed at the memory. Then Heeseung's expression turned serious,
"But you know what, despite the mishap, that trip made me realize how lucky I am to have you. You didn't panic, you stayed strong, and we made the best out of the situation. That's when I knew, I want to spend every New Year, every moment with you."
His words left you speechless, your heart fluttering with happiness.
Final firework exploded in a brilliant cascade of colors, Heeseung turned to you, his gaze intense.
"I want to make a promise," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise to make every day of this new year as special as tonight. I promise to make you smile, to hold you when you're sad, to be there for you no matter what."
You could see the sincerity in his eyes, feel the truth of his words.
You squeezed his hand in response, your voice choked with emotion, "And I promise to do the same, Heeseung. Here's to us and together in this new year."
As the last echoes of the fireworks faded, you both sat there, lost in each other's eyes, ready to face whatever the new year had in store, as long as you were together.
The fireworks had ended but the night was still young. Heeseung broke the silence, "Do you have any New Year's resolutions?" he asked curiously.
You pondered for a moment before answering, "I want to live in the moment more. I spent so much of last year worrying about the future, I forgot to appreciate the present." Heeseung nodded, understanding your sentiment.
"That's a great resolution. I think I'll join you in that. This year, let's focus on now, on us." He suggested, his gaze softening. The promise of a new year filled with love and shared moments was more than you could have ever wished for.
The night was getting colder, but the warmth between you and Heeseung was more than enough. Heeseung broke the silence,
"Do you remember the first song we danced to?" His question caught you off guard, but a smile tugged at your lips as you remembered.
"Of course, it was 'Firework' by Katy Perry.
You were so offbeat, it was hilarious!" You teased him, and he feigned hurt, "Hey, I've improved a lot since then!"
To prove his point, he stood up, extending his hand towards you, "May I have this dance?" Under the starry night sky, with the echoes of fireworks in the distance, you danced to your song, lost in each other's eyes.
You swayed to the rhythm of your shared memories, Heeseung suddenly stopped, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have a surprise for you," he said, his hand disappearing into his pocket. He pulled out a small box, and your heart skipped a beat.
He opened it, revealing a beautiful firework charm. "I know it's not New Year's without fireworks for us, so I thought you should have one with you all year round," he explained, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
Overwhelmed with emotions, you threw your arms around him, whispering a heartfelt "Thank you, Heeseung."
This night was truly turning into the best New Year's Eve you'd ever had.
You pulled away from the hug, Heeseung gently held your face, his eyes searching yours. The world seemed to stand still as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises, a kiss that spoke of the love you shared.
The fireworks may have ended, but in that moment, there was a different kind of fireworks going off in your hearts. As you pulled apart, both of you were smiling.
This New Year's Eve was indeed a night to remember - a night filled with love, promises, and a kiss under the starry sky.
After the kiss, you both sat back down on the bench, the cold barely noticeable with Heeseung's arm around you. "This is the best New Year's Eve I've ever had," Heeseung confessed, his voice soft. You looked up at him,
"Me too, Heeseung. I wouldn't want to start the new year any other way." Heeseung squeezed your hand, "Here's to many more New Year's Eves together, babe." As the night grew colder, the warmth of his words wrapped around you like a blanket.
You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the stars twinkling above, the perfect end to a perfect night. "Here's to us, Heeseung. Happy New Year," you whispered, your heart full of love for the man beside you.
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owen-writes · 3 months
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A Noble Christmas
10th Doctor x Male Reader
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It was a crisp Christmas Morning when the TARDIS materialized in the backyard of the Noble household. The 10th Doctor, Donna, and you stepped out, greeted by the warm glow of festive decorations.
You all wandered into the house, through the double doors, the scent of Christmas hit your nose.
"Ah, Donna! Look at this! Christmas on Earth is fantastic!" the Doctor exclaimed, taking in the twinkling lights and adorned tree.
Donna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, just don't go setting anything on fire, Spaceman."
You chuckled, the Doctor turned to you with a grin. "And how about you, handsome? Ready for a proper Earth Christmas?"
"Absolutely, Doctor," you replied, feeling a warmth spreading within you.
The evening unfolded with laughter, stories, and the delightful aroma of Christmas dinner. Donna teased the Doctor, who defended himself with exaggerated charm. Amid the festivities, the Doctor couldn't help but shoot you a fond glance.
As you all gathered around the table, the Doctor couldn't resist whispering, "Pass the potatoes, love," and you obliged with a smile. Donna raised an eyebrow but continued chatting, unaware of the unspoken connection.
After dinner, you found yourself alone in the kitchen with the Doctor. He leaned against the counter, his expressive eyes fixed on you. "You know, this whole celebration thing is great, but I was thinking there's something even more special about tonight."
"Oh? And what's that?" you asked, genuinely curious.
He stepped closer, his hand going out to hold your hand. "Being here with you. It makes it feel like the stars aligned just for us."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you found it hard to look away from his intense gaze. "I... I feel the same way, Doctor."
He grinned, a mix of joy and relief in his eyes. "Good. Because I've been wanting to do this." With that, he pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours, a gentle yet passionate kiss that felt like a promise.
Donna's voice interrupted the moment. "Oi, you two! Quit the lovey-dovey stuff. There are leftover mince pies in the fridge, and I'm not sharing!"
The Doctor pulled away, chuckling. "Let's get those mince pies before she eats them all, love."
Throughout the night, the Doctor remained by your side, stealing glances and offering tender smiles and soft touches. The TARDIS hummed contentedly in the background, as if approving of this newfound connection.
As the clock struck midnight, the Doctor took your hand. "Come with me," he whispered, leading you outside.
Underneath the starlit sky, he pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped gift. "Merry Christmas, my love."
You unwrapped it to find a sonic screwdriver, a symbol of adventures yet to come. It was your favourite colour, engraved with your name. "Doctor, it's wonderful!"
He grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Well, it's not just any sonic screwdriver. It's yours. For when you decide to join me permanently in time and space."
You looked at him, a mixture of excitement and love filling your heart. "I'd like that very much, Doctor."
He kissed you again, sealing the promise of a future filled with galaxies to explore and countless moments to share. The TARDIS glowed in the background, lighting up the backyard as you and The Doctor shared a kiss.
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nebuladreamz · 1 year
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It's too late. I read it first.
AND I'M SCREAMING AT HOW GOOD IT IS!!! I have many things to say but I need to sleep and finish my homework.
Also, I was sipping my hot chocolate when Y/n suggested a slumber party, almost making me spit it out.
FSGHJJFSJH WAAA I'M HAPPY YOU ENJOY IT WOOOOO
-points at you- gO THE FUCK TO BED NOW DO YOUR HOMEWORK- /lh
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mxnsterbabe · 4 months
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Male Wereboar/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 3,497 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist Part one (here), part two
You've taken a trip to your parents' old cabin, a chance to get away from the drama of a recent breakup. Things take a turn, though, when a strange man turns up bleeding on your doorstep.
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You stepped out of the car, filled your lungs with the scent of pine, and sighed. The small cabin, your parents' old place, sat quietly among the trees. It was a far cry from the city's noise, a soothing calm to your heavy heart.
Lugging your suitcase up to the porch, you felt a pang of sadness. The breakup was still fresh, the hurt still raw. His words, sharp and final, echoed in your mind. The city was too full of him, of memories you needed to escape. You needed peace. You needed this silence.
Inside the cabin, everything was just as you remembered. The old furniture, the rustic charm. It was a breath of fresh air, a safe haven from the chaos of your own thoughts.
Unpacking your suitcase, a tear slipped down your cheek. It was here, in this remote sanctuary, you allowed yourself to feel it all. The loss, the betrayal. Yet, nestled within that pain, there was a spark of hope. You were here, away from the past. This was your time to heal.
That evening, you stood at the edge of the woods, the cool air brushing your skin. It wasn't fear you felt, but an odd sense of peace. The quiet whispers of the trees and the distant hooting of an owl were your only companions. It felt right.
Yes, you were hurt. Dreams had crumbled, trust had shattered. But the twinkling stars in the evening sky told you that this was where you needed to be. Here, you would heal. Here, you would find yourself again. Here, away from the city and its painful memories, you would learn to move on, to open your heart again, when the time was right. For now, that was enough.
Night fell and the woods transformed, a silhouette of branches and leaves against the midnight sky. As a child, you had been scared of the woods after dark, imagining monsters lurking among the shadows, hiding behind every tree. But now, the woods held a sense of tranquillity. Their stillness, their quiet, was a comfort.
You pulled a chair up to the window, settling in with a cup of tea, watching as the dark shapes of the trees stood tall and proud against the starlit sky. There was something deeply calming about the woods at night, a feeling of being watched over, protected. 
Your shoulders, tight with tension and worry, began to relax. You could almost feel the knots in your muscles unravelling, the strain of the past weeks easing. The city, with its glaring lights and noisy streets, seemed like a distant memory. The woods, with their serene beauty, were your present, and perhaps your future.
Sipping your tea, you let your eyes drift lazily over the landscape. The stars above reflected off the pond's surface, creating a mesmerising image of twinkling lights. The rustling of leaves in the gentle wind was like a soft lullaby, lulling your senses, quietening your mind.
And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. A flash of movement in the darkness. You squinted, trying to make out what it was. Wild boars were common in these woods, but this was bigger than a regular animal. The shape was wrong, too.
It was standing at the edge of the woods, half-hidden in the shadows. You could make out the glow of golden eyes in the dark, watching you. The sight should have scared you, but it didn't. Instead, it brought you a strange sense of peace, as if you were meant to see it, to know it was there.
You set your tea cup down, standing to move closer to the window. The creature was unmoving, its golden eyes unblinking. Its presence was a mystery, but it wasn't a threatening one. Somehow, you felt even safer knowing it was there.
As you watched the creature, you felt a weight lifting from your chest. The woods, the cabin, the creature; they all seemed to be telling you the same thing - you were safe. You were home.
You kept your gaze fixed on the mysterious creature, feeling its golden eyes locked onto yours. There was something oddly familiar about it, something that tugged at the edges of your memory. You felt a strange sensation, like a déjà vu, and your mind wandered back to your childhood.
As a child, you’d seen something like this, too. A smaller creature, almost childlike itself, had watched you from the same woods. Its eyes, even back then, were a distinct golden hue. You had convinced yourself that it was your imagination playing tricks, a result of too many fairy tales before bed. Now, looking at this creature, you weren’t so sure. 
As you contemplated, your elbow knocked into something on the table. Your phone slipped from its perch, crashing onto the wooden floor. The sudden noise shattered the silence, echoing through the otherwise peaceful cabin.
Turning around to pick it up, you felt a strange emptiness creep into the room. When you straightened up and looked back out of the window, the creature was gone. Its absence left a surprising void, and you found yourself wishing it were still there, with its golden eyes and its calming aura. 
With a sigh, you looked at the spot where it had stood, the edge of the woods now deserted. The silence felt a little louder, the cabin a bit emptier. The feeling of safety, the sense of calm it had brought with it, lingered. 
In its absence, you felt a strange sense of loss, an unexpected longing. It was bizarre, feeling this connection with something that should be alien, scary even. But fear was far from what you felt. If anything, you felt an odd kinship.
Nursing your tea, you stared at the edge of the woods, hoping the creature would return. But the night remained quiet, the only movement being the gentle sway of trees in the wind. The creature had vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared.
Feeling a wave of exhaustion sweep over you, you decided to call it a night. As you turned off the lights and headed towards your bedroom, a sense of anticipation filled you. The creature, its golden eyes, its strange familiarity, all of it felt like the beginning of something new. A new chapter, perhaps, in your journey of healing, of rediscovery. 
As you settled into your bed, your thoughts drifted back to the creature. Was it possible that it was the same creature from your childhood? And if so, why was it back? Or had it always been there, watching over you?
Questions buzzed in your mind, but sleep tugged at your eyelids. The mysteries would have to wait until morning. Tonight, you had the peace you needed. You had the silence, the woods, and even if the creature wasn’t physically there, you felt its protective presence around you. And with that comforting thought, you drifted into sleep, hoping to see those golden eyes again with the dawn.
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The next morning, you awoke to the soft chirping of birds and a sunbeam filtering in through the window, casting a warm glow on your face. With a stretch and a yawn, you got out of bed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. 
You spent the morning unpacking, folding clothes and arranging them neatly in the old wooden dresser. Every movement felt therapeutic, every crease you smoothed out of your clothes seemed to smooth out a crease in your heart as well. Thoughts of your ex came and went, but they didn't sting as much as before. The cabin, the woods, and the memory of the creature with the golden eyes – they were working their magic.
By midday, you found yourself humming a tune. It had been so long since you’d felt like singing that you almost didn’t recognise your own voice. It was soft, slightly off-key, but full of warmth. The melody echoed around the cabin, a sweet reminder of brighter days.
As you moved around the cabin, setting it up just how you liked it, you felt more at home than you had in ages. Your fingers skimmed over the family photos on the mantelpiece, a small smile playing on your lips as you remembered happier times.
In the solitude of the cabin, away from the city's constant noise and your past, you felt a budding sense of peace. It was like you were slowly piecing together a version of yourself that had been lost in the chaos of heartbreak. A version that sang, that smiled, that found joy in the simple act of unpacking.
You took a break in the afternoon, sitting on the porch with lunch, looking out at the woods. You found yourself searching for the creature, half-hoping to see those golden eyes peeking from the edge of the woods. There was nothing. Just the rustling leaves, the chirping birds, and the quiet.
Despite the creature's absence, you felt its presence. It was there, in the way the wind whispered through the trees, in the way the cabin seemed to hold you in a comforting embrace. It was there in the song you found yourself humming, in the peace you felt deep within you.
That evening, as the sky turned into a beautiful canvas of oranges and pinks, you settled down with your tea again. The woods were bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the trees casting long shadows that danced with the setting sun. As you sat there, your thoughts turned to the practicalities of your stay. Tomorrow, you decided, you would venture into town to pick up necessities.
Just as you were making a mental shopping list, your gaze caught movement at the edge of the woods. It was the creature again, its golden eyes locking onto yours, just like last night. A thrill of excitement passed through you, a peculiar joy at seeing it again.
It stood there, watching you, its eyes glowing softly in the dim light. The peaceful moment, however, was abruptly shattered. A new creature, similar but noticeably different, emerged from the dense undergrowth. It was boar-like, like the first creature, but it moved on its hind legs, its posture more menacing.
The peace of the evening was replaced by a palpable tension. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched the two creatures face off. The newcomer lunged at your creature, sparking a fight that seemed more a wild dance than a battle. Their movements were swift, a flurry of motion amongst the trees.
The woods echoed with their snarls and growls, an eerie soundtrack to the spectacle before you. The sight should have terrified you, but it didn't. Instead, it felt like a private glimpse into a world you were just beginning to understand. 
Suddenly, as if on an unspoken command, both creatures disappeared back into the woods, their fight moving beyond your field of vision. Silence settled back in, as if the woodland creatures were holding their breath, just as you were. 
Your heart continued to race, the adrenaline pumping through your veins making you feel more alive than you had in months. You stared at the spot where the creatures had been, the tranquillity of the woods once again undisturbed.
A sense of worry nagged at you, concern for the creature with the golden eyes. Despite the fear and confusion, you felt an odd connection to it. Its existence, its presence, was entwined with your own in ways you didn’t understand yet. 
From your seat at the window, you quickly slipped back inside, pulling the curtains shut against the mystery outside. With your heart still racing from the encounter you'd witnessed, you decided to distract yourself. You flicked on the TV, settling into the old but comfy sofa. The sounds of a random sitcom filled the cabin, its light-hearted dialogue a stark contrast to the silent drama that had unfolded outside. 
As the hours slipped by, your eyes grew heavy. The worries of the day, the unpacking, and the unexpected excitement had taken their toll. You drifted off to sleep, lulled by the hum of the TV and the comforting quiet of the cabin.
You were woken up by an urgent knock at the door. Startled, you sat upright, looking around in confusion. The TV was still playing, its cheerful jingle jarringly loud in the otherwise silent cabin. The knock came again, more insistent this time.
A wave of panic washed over you. Who could it be? You were alone out here, the closest neighbour was half a mile away, and they wouldn't come knocking this late without a good reason. 
Swallowing your fear, you forced yourself off the couch, your bare feet padding against the wooden floor as you hurried towards the door. The knocking persisted, each rap a reminder of the urgency outside.
As you neared the door, your mind raced with possibilities. Was it someone lost, seeking help? Was it a danger, a threat? Or was it something else entirely, something related to the creatures you'd seen? 
With a deep breath, you opened the door. The sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks. A man stood on your porch, his broad shoulders hunched in pain. He was big, burly, with messy brown hair, golden eyes, and olive skin. His right arm was bleeding profusely, the red stark against his skin.
Your gaze flicked from his wounded arm to his face. He had an intense look, his golden eyes meeting yours with a determination that took you aback. Even in pain, there was a calmness about him, a familiarity that stirred something in you. His face echoed the silent strength of the creature from the woods, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection.
Pushing the thought aside, you focused on the matter at hand. Whoever he was, whatever he might be, he needed help. And you were the only one there to provide it.
Swiftly, you helped him inside, guiding him towards the sofa. He grunted in pain, wincing as he settled down, but made no complaint. With a glance to ensure he was okay for a moment, you dashed towards the kitchen.
Your mind was a whirl of thoughts, questions, but you shoved them aside. He needed help. That was what mattered now. You remembered the medical supplies your parents always kept beneath the sink for emergencies. Who knew the emergency would be a mysterious, injured stranger?
As you rummaged through the box, finding bandages, antiseptic, and gauze, you started talking to him. Your voice echoed through the cabin, a steady stream of questions to keep his mind occupied. "What's your name?" you asked, rushing back into the living room with your arms full of supplies.
"Ladislau," he answered, his voice surprisingly calm. His eyes met yours, their golden depths filled with a gratitude that made your heart squeeze.
As you kneeled down beside him, ready to clean his wound, you kept up your chatter. It was a mixture of trivial questions and reassurances, an attempt to keep him—and yourself—from panicking. Beneath it all, though, was a current of fear. You were out of your depth, and you knew it.
Despite your fears, you focused on keeping your hands steady, on cleaning and bandaging his wound as best as you could. You were no nurse, but you had a basic idea of what to do, and you prayed it would be enough. 
Throughout it all, Ladislau remained calm, answering your questions with a sort of detached calm that seemed out of place considering his situation. As if bleeding on your sofa was just another normal occurrence for him.
His calmness, in stark contrast to your hidden panic, brought a sense of reassurance. If he could be calm in the face of pain, then so could you. And with that thought echoing in your mind, you worked on tending to his wounds, a strange sense of purpose taking over you.
The sight of the wound made you wince in sympathy – three deep gashes marred his muscular arm, as if inflicted by claws. You swallowed hard, the pieces clicking together in your mind. The boar-like creatures, the fight, the strange familiarity of Ladislau – it all pointed to an extraordinary conclusion. He was the creature, the one with the golden eyes. 
This revelation, as earth-shattering as it should have been, was relegated to the back of your mind. It didn't matter right now, not when Ladislau was in pain, and you were the only one who could help.
With gentle hands and a newfound resolve, you cleaned the wounds carefully. You tried to ignore the raw severity of the cuts, focusing instead on ensuring they were clean and free from debris. The sting of the antiseptic made Ladislau's muscles tense beneath your touch, but he didn't pull away.
Silently, you admired his resilience, his control. He remained perfectly still, his golden eyes fixed on a spot above your head. You weren't sure if it was because he was trying to ignore the pain, or if he was afraid that any movement might scare you.
You worked efficiently, applying antibacterial ointment before placing gauze over the wound, wrapping it with a bandage. Every step was performed with deliberate care, your focus entirely on Ladislau's arm and his wellbeing.
Ladislau continued to remain still, watching you with those familiar golden eyes. He said nothing, just let you do your work, a quiet gratitude radiating from him. You could feel it, an unspoken understanding between the two of you. He trusted you, and despite the strangeness of the situation, you trusted him.
Eventually, you finished dressing the wound, tying off the bandage and sitting back on your heels. The sight of Ladislau, safe and tended to on your couch, filled you with a strange sense of relief. Whatever the reality of the situation, whatever the truth behind Ladislau, you had managed to help. And for now, that was enough.
As you finished tending to Ladislau's wounds, your mind filled with a flurry of questions. Before any could spill from your lips, Ladislau's deep voice cut through the quiet room. 
"Don't go out at night," he warned, his gaze intense. 
Taken aback, you blinked at him. "Why?" 
"I don't want to scare you," he answered, a hint of regret in his voice. 
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before you could ask more, he continued. "You should go back to Stonehollow." 
Your heart skipped a beat. "Stonehollow; how do you know that’s where I'm from?" 
For a moment, Ladislau hesitated, his gaze wavering, then he sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "You and your family have been coming here for years. I’ve picked up bits and pieces over time." 
His words echoed in the room, filling the silence. The confession was unexpected. It should have scared you. It should have made you wary; but didn’t. Instead, a rush of understanding washed over you. The familiarity, the connection you felt with him, it made sense now.
As you looked at Ladislau, a thought tugged at the back of your mind. Could he also be the creature you saw when you were a child? The memories were fuzzy, faded with time, but the similarity was there – the golden eyes, the strange sense of protection. 
You wanted to ask, but your nerves held you back. What if he became angry, if he realised you had connected the dots? Fear of his reaction, fear of the unknown, it kept your mouth shut.
Silently, you tidied up the medical supplies, packing them back into the kit. As you moved to put it away, you paused, glancing at Ladislau. He sat there, quiet, watching you with those golden eyes.
Despite his earlier suggestion of you returning to the city, you couldn't just send him away. Not when he was hurt, not when there were still so many questions unanswered. 
"Would you like to stay?" you asked, a hesitant offer. "I can get you a blanket."
Ladislau looked surprised, then he shook his head. "I shouldn't."
"But you're hurt," you pointed out, holding his gaze. "And it's late."
"I..." He trailed off, uncertainty flickering in his golden eyes.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," you assured him, trying to ease his concerns. "I'd still feel better knowing you're safe, though."
There was a pause as he seemed to consider your words. You held your breath, waiting for his decision. Eventually, he gave a small nod. "Alright. Thank you."
A sense of relief washed over you. He would stay. You had more time to figure things out. With a quick nod, you went to fetch a blanket. As you returned and handed it to him, you felt a strange sense of peace settle over the cabin. The world outside was still a mystery, but for tonight, at least, you weren't facing it alone.
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rinsque · 4 months
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cw. nanami kento x gender neutral reader, 0.5k wc, angst to fluff,reader calls themselve selfish once wherein your lovely boyfriend sings you a lullaby
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the sky was aglitter with stars, as though the heavens were trying to distract from the absence of the moon. you had been laying here for a while now, restless, as you stared up into the inky airspace through your open bedroom window.
a series of rhythmic ticks and tocks echoes throughout the starlit room, the sound of time and progress, marking the passing of each moment and hour without him, his absence making you agitated.
it’s way past midnight and normally nanami would be home by now, sleeping soundly next to you as his shallow breaths and silent snores fill the room.
but this isn’t normal, and the empty spot on the untouched sheets to your left serves as a reminder that he is out there, fighting wretched curses for the sake of society, for you.
and yet here you are, complaining about his absence, resting peacefully in your shared bed as he risks his life each night over and over again. how utterly selfish of you.
the sudden buzz of your phone catches your attention, diverting your consciousness from your previous thoughts as you gently lift the vibrating device from your nightstand. your breath hitches before a hasty wave of relief crashes down upon you.
incoming call from nanamin♡
it takes you three rings to pick up, nine seconds before you press the little green button on the screen before the shrill, reverberated rhythm turns into soft breathing on the other end of the line. 
“..you weren’t supposed to pick up”
there’s a pause before he speaks up again, and you know full well that he’s trying really hard to swallow yet another reprimand about bedtime. you chortle silently to yourself at the mental image of his slightly furrowed eyebrows.
he clears his throat before continuing.
“well.. since you picked up i‘m letting you know that i‘ll be gone for a little longer”
you sigh, before muttering a silent “okay”. 
“you know i hate staying away from you too, and working overtime, but i need to get this done beforehand.”
it’s silent again, neither of you dares to speak up for another ten seconds before you hear someone calling your lover's name in the background.
“well.. i guess it’s time for you to-”
“you can’t sleep can you?”
you smile, sheepishly nodding your head as you give a little hum like he can actually see you. 
silence settles upon you two for the nth time tonight and you’re about to bid nanami good night before he unexpectedly starts humming the tunes of ‘you are my sunshine’.
“..you are my sunshine, my only sunshine”
your boyfriend is far from the best singer, that much you know, and it doesn’t help that the way he tries to keep as quiet as possible makes his voice sound way more hoarse than it actually is. 
and yet, there’s something comforting about the way he continues to miss the lullaby's actual rhythm and leaves out certain phrases.
“..you make me happy~ when skies are grey”
it’s ironic, really, how even just this, a tiny scrape of kento nanami, can lull you into the depths of slumber.
and so, you listen on to his little song as his voice slowly starts to grow more distant, the last lines of the song fusing into sole incoherent whispering. 
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©️ rinsque— do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.
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cheralith · 10 months
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food for thought before i succumb to slumber… take a listen to this track for some fitting background music!
a little bit of the aftermath of what happens in gunsmoke, where nai and you are in your bed, tucked away during the brief minutes before midnight strikes. the night is still young for those at the nightclub, where most people are entering the height of their exhilaration.
but you and him had decided long ago to close it off with your stripped limbs tangled with another under a warmed duvet. the soft glow of a candlelight (nai insisted on a candle every session, claiming it’d amplify the mood) is the only illumination wafting throughout the room, your sleeping face just barely visible amidst the ink of darkness of the night.
you had gone to sleep some time ago. between the two of you, nai knew you’d often fall victim by the induced melatonin after entangling your beings together so intimately, the passion usually emitting much more of oxytocin in your case. nai often would watch as you fought the sandman so uselessly that it became a routine. he’d slowly watch the soft lashes atop your cheekbone flutter close and your lips forming a soft “o” that’d let out whispers of breaths with each fleeting second. nai knew you were fully unconscious when your head would fall forward ever so softly toward him—and he’d take this as you unconsciously wanting him closer to you.
he’s convinced it was your body’s way of telling him that you yearn for him the same way his does for you, that it longs to be in a proximity where there’s little to no space between you and him, where your chests touch together and beat as one.
a finger would also trace the crevices and curves of your body and face, studying them like a portrait of another human being. he’d recount the freckles adorned on your skin and face, perhaps leaving off where he started from last time. his finger would gently skim down the slope of your nose and he’d have to bite back a chuckle when you would twitch in similarity of a bunny out of reaction. ivory carved hands would examine the textured of markings and scars adorned on your skin, enjoying the softness and warmth radiating from each as he would wonder how they came to be (minus the one scar on your shoulder that he knew you got from falling down their mother’s apple tree when you were just children playing hide and seek. you cried endlessly that day and nai barely managed to cease it but quietly putting a hello kitty bandaid on it—courtesy of vash).
the duvet grows warmer the longer you and him are under it, but nai feels as if he’s being hugged more from your natural body warmth and sweet, somnolent scent. a mix of soap and the blueberry candle you light up every morning is what he can pick up, maybe some hints if citrus from your usual breakfast yuzu and honey tea, or something of the sort (he wonders if he’d be able to taste it on your lips if he was quick enough come morning).
fingers would dance over the valley of your back as if it were keys on a keyboard. they glide softly over it, feeling the dip and curve of it with his fingertips like he was playing a hypnagogic ballad on your spine. an adagietto sort of rhythm, perhaps, something that sings to you in your slumber.
nai is convinced love for another person is a feat impossible for his heart. but when you let out a soft call of his name in your sleep, as if you’re dreaming about him—perhaps even yearning, if he may be so bold—perhaps he can leave room for second guesses every once in a while.
he gets so entranced by your own unique beauty amidst the starlit night that nai doesn’t realize his eyelids heave heavier with each passing second…
… until you find yourself awake the next morning, showered in embers of sunlight and what seems to be a hand flat against your back.
its palm feels invitingly warm—almost as if it’s been brining in your heat for a while now.
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sakkiichi · 7 months
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FROM ME TO YOU.
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Because good things take time and it’s not too late for happy birthdays.
ft. Albedo x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, birthday special, reader is an amateur painter.
this is just something spontaneous that I came up with… I just… kinda gave free reign to whatever flashed through my mind once I was before the blank document, parting from a very vague idea I had haha.
if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !
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Autumn’s cold always arrived early in Dragonspine.
The faraway rays of a molten copper halo fuse with the peaks outlined on the horizon.
Magic is the word you’d use to describe such scenery; seconds that seemed to both be suspended in the helpless passage of time, and slip between your fingers; like golden sand inside an hourglass too small to savor every snapshot brought by the incandescence of crepuscular skies.
On instances like this, you wished your painting skills were better; if only to capture the glow of early dreams threaded through the asters of twilight.
For now, however, this will have to do.
Why did you wait until so late for this, you are unsure.
True, wishing a happy birthday to someone as the clock strikes twelve is not an uncommon occurrence.
And you’re kind of doing just that, more or less.
Except…
Well, it’s usually when the special day starts that calls are made, starlit whispers are uttered between lovers, and secret kisses are exchanged.
So you can’t help but wonder… is it too late?
For this? Or to back out now?
A sigh escapes your chapped lips, into the dimness of dusk, the stillness of frozen peaks, the stars.
Stars.
Your gaze is drawn to the easel you’ve set before you, fingertips delicately trailing over the four-point asteroids decorating a heaven made of brushstrokes.
Gold pinpricks, almost aglow beneath the darkening penombre of sundown, over a backdrop of ultramarines and indigoes, akin to sunlight over the depth of a frozen sea; a mirror image of the sky now hovering over snowy plains.
Looking up, you find a firmament of constellations. Stories, sketched in the silver flames of light years away suns, above an infinity of obscurity.
Those tales, however, had a tendency for lighting up paths that fell victim to the constant fluttering snowflakes.
“Hello, dearest.” A voice, smooth, liquid dawnlight over dewed cecilia petals, greets. “Am I late?”
The sound of crunching snow fills the fire-lit silence, the torches from his camp casting him in tepid hues.
“Albedo!” You call him, turning around.
And when you do, you swear he alone outshines every galaxy you could ever dream of rendering on canvas.
Tendrils of midnight sun and honeycomb seem to meld together in the blonde locks framing the alchemist’s porcelain-like face. Spotless, argent light from distant stars kisses his skin, fading into flecks of sparkling acacia blossoms to halo his gaze.
Summer skies.
That’s the image his eyes always evoked: clear skies, endlessly blue, over meadows to lie on, the low grass soft beneath your forms, as hands entwined and fingers pointed above, determining the shapes of the occasional cottony clouds.
What a paradox, how someone who spent his days surrounded by ice could make sparks ignite in your heart, cheeks heating up like the embers that remained after the coziness of a homey hearth.
“Is there anything you needed my help with, love?” He asks, gloved hand running its thumb over the back of yours.
Your gaze flits from your intertwined hands to his smiling lips, taking in his features in full.
“Not exactly your help.” You offer, your own lips a moon shaped brushstroke of vermillion. “I just… would like you to see something.” Your hand squeezes his, as you swing your linked hands between the both of you. “It’s your special day today, after all, isn’t it?”
Your rhetoric is met by the alchemist’s windened gaze, followed by one of his subtle smiles.
Tugging him along, you guide him to the candle lit spot where your easel is propped up.
Why are you feeling nervous all of a sudden? You internally chide yourself, biting the inside of your cheek.
Relaxing your shoulders, you turn to face your lover, gaze averted when you mumble:
“It’s not much but…” You scuff one of your boots on the dirtied snow. “I just… I remembered your painting, ‘You and I’ and… well… you know… I…” Your lids close, your nose scrunched up in that way he always found utterly endearing. “I wanted to make a painting for you too!” You finally sputter, stepping aside so he can see your masterpiece.
From that moment on, Albedo would forever believe no starry night could ever come close to capture the sheer magic of your art.
Gilded speckles abound in your make-believe heavens, each of them a shade slightly different than the previous one. They rest against a backdrop of cyans, accentuated in baby blue around your handmade constellations, the piece’s finale, a violet horizon. Outlined against it, two figures seem to dance, their happy ending created by them, rather than foretold by the celestial bodies staring in envy at a proximity that doesn’t burn, but warms and completes.
“I know it’s not the best but-“
“It’s perfect.” Is the kreideprinz’s awestruck answer, as his svelte hands hover over the frame. “You’re perfect, [Y/n].” He blurts, still staring at your work.
Then, he meets your eyes again. Your face is in his tender hold, a fleeting frosted kiss landing on your lips.
“I love it.” He assures. ‘I love you.’ His dilated pupils confess.
“‘From me to you’. Its title.” Your hand reaches up, resting on top of his. “You know… I hope you didn’t think I had forgotten about today… I just… kinda wanted this to be your last memory of your day.”
With that, both your gazes fuse in a watercolor of each other’s lips, of the anticipation of feeling them against your own.
“Happy birthday, Bedo.” You utter, before leaning in.
And then, the night, the snow, the starshine, all fade away, in a myriad of rose colored frenzied blazes. Your hands lost in the ash blonde strands at his nape; his, pulling you closer by the waist. Your kiss is a nebula of pulsating light, undimmed by even the most ruthless blizzards, lighting up the ebony of the pines obscuring the moonlight. Frozen air is exhausted in your lungs, but you don’t care right now, not when you’re kissing your prince charming under the lights of an aurora that’s still hours away.
A few moments pass, with the stars orbiting marking the approach of midnight.
A snow-kissed breeze caresses both your faces when you part, causing a shiver to rake through your body.
Your prince’s arms wrap around you.
When you look at him, matching chuckles fill the night air.
Moments like this were worth waiting all day for.
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