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just cuz u invoked my name im gonna poke u. 🐰 >_> uhm ok so feel free to put on da back burner but uhmamskdkcoos uhm uhm if u want uhm. hanaizu??? AH?? UUMAKDKDKDKM idk like uh mm till death do us meet idk death would be nice

thank u for the ask rabbit boy <3 

tw for death, suicide, general creepy shit

pov... whoever you want it to be ;)

stillness, he says one day, is beauty. the fleeting seconds as warm grows cold, as breath leaves body and soul becomes dust.

you agree. but there is something in his face, in the sharp planes and dark depths of his eyes, that holds even more beauty to you.

decay is exquisite, and if you could call anything decay personified it would be him. just holding together at the edges, fraying day by day, waiting to snap and scatter into a thousand bits of dust.

you burn when you are with him. it isn’t a good burning⁠—it’s the pain of a twisted ankle and the breath that refuses to be drawn into your lungs and the feeling of falling and never hitting the ground. but it’s a burning you enjoy anyway, like pressing the smoking ends of cigarettes to your skin, because it’s the only thing that makes you feel alive.

funny, how death brings life to you.

your hands tighten around his throat and his knife digs deeper into your soft flesh. half of you is screaming and the other half wants more, more, more⁠—

and then there is silence, and then there is him, and then there is nothing at all anymore.

#kuroko no basuke #anon #hanaizu #hanamiya #izuki #ceru writes #death tw #suicide tw

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For the prompts: GraTsu + Stuck in a cave in the middle of a storm & “If we weren’t here, I’d marry you already, babe.” Thanks Ceru!!!

thank you so much for the ask Jaci!! i love this so much~ i wrote over 1k LMAOOO

“It’s fucking freezing out here,” Gray forced out through chattering teeth, shaking all over. He was used to the cold⁠—he’d grown up in Isvan and trained in the icy mountains of Brago, after all⁠—but this was just something else. Add that to the fact that as an Ice Mage, his naturally cool core sapped body heat and made him sensitive to chill, and, well… you get the gist.

What he’d give for Happy to be here right now. The Exceed would probably be able to carry them both down this goddamn mountain and out of the storm, but Happy had injured his wing on Natsu’s last mission and was currently recovering at the guild.

Natsu, who was stretched out on the floor of the cave, gave him a look that was a cross between smug and slightly worried. Gray grit his teeth and tried not to glare at his boyfriend⁠—stupid fire core, keeping Natsu all warm and toasty while he froze his ass off. He curled into a ball instead, trying to preserve what little warmth he had.

“You don’t look so hot, babe,” Natsu said a few minutes later, watching Gray curl further and further into himself. Gray just grunted and buried his head deeper in his knees, not wanting Natsu to see him so vulnerable.

There was silence for a little while, the only sound the deafening rain pouring outside the cave that they were taking shelter in. Gray shivered and shuddered, trying his best not to show it. He was pretty sure he was failing, though.

That was when a pair of warm arms wrapped around him, and he was pulled flush against a muscular chest, a hand carding through his hair. A scarf was draped over his shirtless torso—Natsu’s scarf, Gray recognised hazily—and then a face topped with pink hair came into view. He blinked up at Natsu, who was glaring powerfully, a scowl twisting his usually pleasant face.

“Next time you need help, just tell me! I’m your boyfriend! When you’re around me, it’s okay to not be the goddamn iron fortress you always are!” Natsu snapped, drawing Gray closer to him. He’d stretched his legs, and Gray slowly pushed his own out too, putting himself almost in Natsu’s lap but not quite. 

“S⁠—sorry,” he mumbled, a little embarrassed. Natsu was right. It was okay to let himself go around him. It was just that… Gray wanted to protect Natsu, to be his equal and to be as strong as he was, and how could one be strong and vulnerable?

“That’s love, isn’t it?” Natsu said softly, as if reading Gray’s mind. “Babe, it’s about giving every side of yourself to the other person. I can take it. I want to take it, so… let me.”

Gray flushed slightly, but let himself relax against Natsu, nodding.

“Okay,” he whispered, his tense muscles unclenching as Natsu’s warmth enveloped him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Natsu said tenderly, caressing Gray’s hair and holding him in place. Gray lay limp against him, and his eyes began to flutter shut, lulled into momentary peace. The scarf over his upper body was… warm, in a way that couldn’t be just the material. Perhaps it was the magic⁠—or perhaps it was all the love in it, from Igneel to Natsu and now from Natsu to him.

Wow, being vulnerable really made him sappy, didn’t it?

Just as Gray was about to drift off, safe and comfortable in his boyfriend’s arms despite the fact that they were trapped in a tiny cave during a rainstorm, a thought flashed through his head.

If we weren’t stuck here, I’d marry you already.

It was just as well that sleep claimed him seconds before he realised that he’d said that out loud, or noticed the pink flush on Natsu’s face.

⁠⁠—

When Gray woke up the next morning, it was to Natsu hovering over him, biting his lower lip anxiously and shifting from foot to foot. Gray stretched, feeling oddly well-rested, and quirked a brow at his boyfriend.

“Spit it out, what’s eatin’ ya?” he asked lazily, pulling off the scarf and handing it back to Natsu, who put it on with a profuse blush.

“Okay, um,” Gray said slowly, “that’s… new. What happened to you? You are the real Natsu and not some clone that a Dark Wizard decided to substitute him with just to fuck around?” He cracked his knuckles, rising to his feet, magic pricking at his fingertips. “‘Cause if you did that, you’re going to get a personal view of what hell looks like.”

“No!” Natsu squawked. “No. No, I’m the real one.” 

He slipped off his vest, lifting his arm to show off the bite mark under his armpit. Gray scrutinised it for a second before nodding—only he and the real Natsu knew about that scar. Happy, angry at being sidelined for Gray, had bit Natsu as hard as he could before flying off in tears: the two had then teamed up to find the Exceed, both assuring him that Gray was an addition and not a replacement in the family.

“Okay, so what’s going on?” Gray asked once more, locating his shirt from the corner of the cave and slipping it on. He knew he’d probably lose it soon, but it was a nice shirt and he’d like to keep it as long as he could.

Natsu blushed harder, fidgeting with his hands. Then, finally, he said in a low whisper, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean it?” Gray tilted his head, utterly confused.

“About⁠—about marrying me. Um. That is. If we weren’t stuck in this cave.” Natsu’s voice came out grating and a little choked up, and Gray blinked for a second before he remembered.

If we weren’t here, I’d marry you already. 

“D⁠—did I say that out loud?!” he yelped, face turning hot. “I⁠—Natsu, I⁠—”

Natsu shook his head, looking a little dejected.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I get it. You were tired and⁠—”

“Yeah, I meant it. I wanna marry you, Flame Brain.” Gray didn’t know what force had taken hold of him, but he was sure it wasn’t him moving his mouth. And yet, it was⁠—it was a Gray that wasn’t scared of just how much he loved Natsu, and that was both terrifying and beautiful. “There isn’t really anyone else who gets me the way you do, dumbass. Who else is gonna spar with me at three in the morning when I can’t sleep, or eat my awful food with that big grin, or give me a good morning kiss on my ears? I don’t know anyone else like that, and I don’t want to. You’re Natsu, and I want Natsu.” 

Natsu turned redder, if that was possible. 

“O⁠—oh,” he said in a strangled voice. “I⁠—okay.” Gray raised an eyebrow. 

“Okay? I literally just gave you a confession of undying love and all you have to say is okay?” He added a teasing edge to his voice to lighten the mood a little, and Natsu grinned mischievously.

“Yeah. Okay,” he said jokingly. Gray huffed, pretending to be affronted. 

“Well then, I guess that present I have for you is just going to go to someone else. After all, if you can only give me ‘okay’, I should probably find somebody else.”

“A present?!” Natsu whined, grabbing Gray’s arms. “Baaabeeee! Come on, I’m sorry!”

“No can do.”

They bickered all the way down the mountain, but it was light and easy, the way it always was between them. Even as Natsu tossed insults at him, he grasped Gray’s hand as tight as ever. And Gray’s grip on Natsu’s hand was just as secure, even while snapping back clever retorts.

Natsu didn’t need to put it in words for Gray to understand just what he meant—he never did, because he said it in a million other ways, like taking off his precious scarf or letting Gray use him as a portable heater.

I love you, too.

#grayserigala #gratsu #gray #natsu #fairy tail #ceru writes

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga, Himuro Tatsuya & Izuki Shun Characters: Himuro Tatsuya, Kagami Taiga, Izuki Shun - mentioned Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Introspection, Light Angst, this can be read whether or not you've read ewbts, but keep in mind some things won't make sense, so yeah self promo. go read my 100k izuki fic Series: Part 2 of give it a try, take that dive (it's your choice, fall or fly) Summary: His driving force has always been revenge.

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Notes: this is a little fic about himuro self-reflecting and realising how much of a petty shit he was! i really enjoyed writing it and i hope you guys will enjoy reading it just as much <3

#himuro #kagami #izuki #kuroko no basuke #eagles were born to soar #well its the same universe so i figured i'd tag that

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request by @hkbs-world​: Aomine and Kise doing lots of PDA during a meetup with the GOM? As well as any GOM member showing up at Aomine’s place to see Kise wearing just Aomine’s shirt with hickeys on his neck?

heyhey!! this is @izukillme​ i’m just posting this here because i like to keep my fics organised to one blog~ the boys are all 19 in this fic because i’m not comfortable writing implied scenes for minors. although this is 99% SFW, i don’t write NSFW!

“Yosh!” Kise screamed, dunking the ball into the basket. As he landed, face flushed with exertion, Aomine ran up to him with a grin.

“That was amazing, babe!”

Kise’s face turned redder, and he looked away. Aomine smiled wider and pulled Kise into a passionate kiss, which the blond reciprocated with equal vigour.

Midorima cleared his throat as loudly as he could. There was no response from the kissing couple, and he could almost feel the pitying glances being cast his way by the opposing team, made up of Kagami, Kuroko and Akashi. (Murasakibara, whose arm was still healing, was all too happy to skip out on the weekly games that the Teikō group had.)

Midorima would admit, it had been cute the first couple of times. Even he had felt a little flutter in his stomach as Kise dipped Aomine like a bride after one of those formless shots, kissing him as if it was something out of a romance movie. But it just kept happening! With the sheer amount of making out that was going on, Midorima swore that they were this close to being conjoined at the lips. 

And oh, the mushiness. Aomine would give Kise that gooey-gooey look, with his eyes practically melting at the sight of the blond⁠—and Kise wasn’t much better either, draping himself all over Aomine every time they were together. Fates help him, but Midorima never wanted to see Aomine Daiki being soft ever again. Emphasis on the ever.

Midorima cleared his throat once more, praying to every god he knew that Kise and Aomine would pull apart, damn it. 

And miracle of miracles, it happened. Aomine ripped his mouth away from Kise’s, tilting his head at Midorima in abject confusion. Midorima gulped, a sense of foreboding washing over him for some strange reason.

“Oi, Midorima, you got a cold or somethin’? You've been clearin’ that throat for a while now,” Aomine informed him rather coolly. 

Midorima choked, bending double as a fit of true coughs overcame him. He thought he heard a couple of snickers coming from where Kuroko and the rest were, and tried to shoot a glare their way, but failed miserably. As he straightened up, finally recovering, his eyes caught Aomine and Kise⁠—yet again glued to each other like there was no tomorrow.

Midorima buried his face in his hands and tried not to cry. 

⁠Finally, gloriously, they pulled apart, and Aomine called for the ball. The game began again, and this time Midorima did his very best to monopolise the play, just so he wouldn’t have to see Aomine and Kise all over each other again. He knew it sounded extreme, but you weren’t there. You didn’t see how they were constantly rubbing up against each other, how the simplest of plays could turn into an innuendo that would have even crude Haizaki blushing.

Sadly, the universe seemed to have it in for him today. It figured, he thought morosely; Cancers were ranked eleventh today, only ahead of Libras like Murasakibara. Not having the ball led to Aomine and Kise forgetting they were in a game, and resuming their lip-lock, leaving Midorima to play what was virtually a one-on-three. 

He lost the next couple of games, of course. One-on-three, even with his ability to shoot, was too much, and he’d never been particularly good at steals anyway. Still, it grated on his nerves, and even the shy smile that Kagami shot him, promising a few clandestine kisses later, didn’t help very much.

Eventually, the sun began to sink in the sky, and Akashi suggested that they call it a day, a glimmer of pity in his warm crimson eyes as they passed over Midorima. The bespectacled boy breathed a sigh of relief—at last, it was over.

“Well, that was great!” Kise cried, stretching. Midorima shot him a poisonous glare that went completely unnoticed. “I had an awesome time!”

“Same here,” Aomine said with a little smirk, his eyes glued to the strip of skin exposed by Kise raising his arms above his head. Midorima looked away, his stomach churning a little.

An arm curled around his waist, then, and a head pressed itself into his shoulder. The spikiness of the hair felt oddly familiar, as did the soft warmth of the body.

Kagami. Midorima relaxed just a little, allowing himself to melt into his boyfriend slightly. Though they were out of the closet, they were nowhere near as touchy-feely as Kise and Aomine (and by God, was Midorima thankful for it). Speaking of the duo, Aomine had his head buried in Kise’s neck, allowing the blond to pat his hair and cosset him.

Kagami made puking noises, and Midorima resisted the urge to laugh. His boyfriend could be so cute sometimes. With some difficulty, he dragged his eyes away from Kagami and up to Akashi and Kuroko, who were watching the two couples with varying levels of disgust and… was that envy in Akashi’s eyes? 

Midorima allowed a little smirk to curl his mouth. It wasn’t every day that you could make Akashi Seijūrō jealous. Maybe Aomine and Kise’s PDA wasn’t so bad, he thought, turning his head to look at the other two⁠—

Oh, but hadn’t they ever heard of public decency?! 

Midorima whipped his head back around, shifting so he could bury his face in the shorter Kagami’s shoulder. No more sight for him today⁠—Kagami could carry him home. He wouldn’t risk looking up and seeing Aomine and Kise attempting to devour each other.

“Let’s go,” he mumbled, his voice muffled into Kagami’s shoulder. Kagami nodded, slipping his arm around Midorima’s waist and dragging him along, calling out a casual, “See ya!” to the others as they left. 

Midorima had never been gladder that Kagami had taken so much trouble to intimately understand him.

⁠—

Fate, apparently, really hated Midorima Shintarou. First Oha-Asa ranked Cancers twelfth, then it was raining so hard that he couldn’t go out to get his lucky item (a lion), and now⁠—

And now this. Midorima’s eye twitched as he looked at the jersey: Tōō, #5. How had that even ended up in his bag?! Hands shaking in irritation, he dialled Aomine’s number.

“Hello?” said a lazy, drawling voice that was definitely not Aomine⁠.

Oh, God. Midorima bit his tongue to stop himself from doubling over and throwing up because if Kise was sleeping at Aomine’s place that meant⁠—things that he definitely did not want to think about.

“Kise,” he said as curtly as he could. “Aomine’s jersey somehow made its way into my bag. One of you needs to come by and pick it up.”

“Sorry,” Kise yawned, “but no can do, Midorimacchi. Neither of us can drive and it’s raining way too hard to walk. You’re gonna have to come here.”

Midorima gripped the phone in his hand tighter than ever and cursed the fact that he knew how to drive.

Fifteen minutes later, having driven his mother’s Nissan through the pouring rain, he stood in front of Aomine’s house with a black umbrella open over his head and the jersey tucked under his arm, half-hoping that no one would answer the door when he knocked. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand tentatively, giving a single, sharp rap to the wood and stepping away.

Five… he counted down, praying that he’d be able to bolt. Four, three… two⁠— 

God damn it. Midorima rarely ever swore, even in his head, but he thought this warranted it. There was a soft sound of the door clicking open, and then it swung free, revealing a blue, tousled head looking blearily up at him.

“Hey, Midorima,” Aomine said with a lazy smile. “I think I’ll take that, thanks.” He reached out a hand to grab the jersey, and Midorima gladly handed it to him. As he did, however, he had the misfortune of his eyes falling directly upon Aomine⁠—who was wearing nothing but boxers. Midorima bit his tongue as hard as he could to suppress a scream.

That was when a sleepy voice asked from behind Aomine, “Aominecchi, is that Midori⁠—yawn⁠—Midorimacchi?”

Midorima squinted, hoping against hope that it wasn’t who he thought it was. But indeed, that was Kise, emerging from the dark hallway into the foyer to rest his head on Aomine’s shoulder.

“Midorimacchi!” Kise beamed, entirely too cheerful for someone who had been half-asleep mere moments ago. Midorima just grunted in response, decidedly avoiding Kise’s eyes.

“Come on, Midorimacchi, don’t be like that,” Kise whined, pushing his way past Aomine to get to Midorima, who stepped back, his eyes involuntarily falling to Kise’s clothes⁠— 

Kise’s cloth. Because the blond was wearing nothing other than a form-fitting white T-shirt, hickeys trailing over his collarbones and down under the shirt. The top hit his mid-thighs despite clinging to his powerful frame—so it was Aomine’s then, Midorima thought faintly.

Then he passed out, ignoring the shocked scream of, “Midorima!” and the snickering of Kise in the background.

⁠—

Midorima awoke to a person leaning over him, wearing a devious smirk, hazel eyes glinting with mischief. He groaned softly as the memories of that morning flooded back into his head⁠—

Then he froze and sat up, his lips moving in silent prayer. To his credit, Kise moved back just in time to avoid being smacked, but Midorima didn’t notice, too caught up in his horror.

Please, please don’t let that have happened. It was all a dream, right? All a dream?

Midorima turned, grabbing Kise by the shoulders and looking at him closely.

“Tell me this morning didn’t happen,” he said pleadingly. Kise tilted his head, as innocent as innocent could get, eyes wide with worry.

“I have no idea what you mean, Midorimacchi. You came to give Aominecchi’s jersey back, and then you just passed out. Are you okay?” 

Midorima breathed a sigh of relief, slumping against the pillows.

“Oh, thank God,” he whispered. 

It was just as well that he didn’t notice the fact that Kise was wearing a turtleneck sweater despite the humidity of the day, or that the blond had hurriedly brushed away a plastic wrapper from the bed before he could lay eyes on it.

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A/N: shut up Midorima you’re literally just as bad with Kagami in private

#ceru writes #aokise #midorima #aomine #kise #kagami #midokaga #couldn't resist a dash of my favorite boys!! #kuroko no basuke #hkbs-world #hope u enjoyed~

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For the lovely @akichan-misc!! Happy birthday <3 have a wonderful day and an amazing year! 

[ID: a drawing of Park Ilpyo from God of High School. He’s shown from the neck up in his usual attire, and is smiling happily at the camera, eyes closed. The background is a yellow square, with red fire rising from the right corner and taking up most of the image. The artist’s watermark, “ceru”, is on the bottom right of the image. End ID]

do not repost my art

#ceru draws #park ilpyo #god of high school

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I can't choose 😂 Let be.... Hm Izuru x Kuroko I don't have an au but a prompt "you can't always hide in shadows" Thank youu❤️

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

ok so since this isnt exactly an AU i’m gonna go a bit beyond 3 sentences XP thank you for the ask! i’m also assuming you meant izuki x kuroko?? (if you want crossover of bleach and knb i’m glad to do that too lmaooo)

“You can’t always hide in the shadows, you know,” Shun says gently, rubbing his hand over Tetsuya’s upper arm.

“I don’t try to hide. It’s not my fault people don’t see me.” 

Tetsuya’s voice comes out more petulant than he’d meant, and he wants to cover his face. But Shun’s eyes are warm like twin smudges of charcoal, the simmering embers that keep the room heated and lull you into a comforting sleep, and suddenly Tetsuya can’t tear his gaze away from the other.

“I see you,” Shun says, but that’s not all Tetsuya hears. There’s so much more said in the way his eyes crinkle, in the rare smile he’s smiling that lights up his whole face.

Tetsuya hears it all, and is warm from within.

#scentedtigerfun #izukuro #izuki #kuroko #ceru writes #kuroko no basuke

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CHAPTER 16 IS OUT!

and we’re done!! this has been an amazing ride and i am so so so pleased and proud to have done it. feels just as good, if not better than i thought haha <33

thank you all for sticking with me through this -- and thank you to myself for pushing through and finishing this. i’m really excited to move on and start trying new things, but ‘eagles’ will always be super special: both as my first finished multichapter, and as possibly my longest.

[ID: white text on a black background which reads, “Dawn of The Final Day” and in smaller text underneath it, “-24 Hours Remain-”. End ID]

GUYSSSSS less than 24 hours to the last chapter of eagles were born to soar i’m gonna cry??? this fic is my bby and i’m so so wistful about saying goodbye… but then again, i’ve done this and i don’t regret it at all. i’m really proud of myself <3

(and honestly i would not put myself through the hell that was writing this story once more. like baby i love you but you exhausted me)

#eagles were born to soar #ceru writes #kuroko no basuke #izuki #self rb

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[ID: white text on a black background which reads, “Dawn of The Final Day” and in smaller text underneath it, “-24 Hours Remain-”. End ID]

GUYSSSSS less than 24 hours to the last chapter of eagles were born to soar i’m gonna cry??? this fic is my bby and i’m so so wistful about saying goodbye... but then again, i’ve done this and i don’t regret it at all. i’m really proud of myself <3

(and honestly i would not put myself through the hell that was writing this story once more. like baby i love you but you exhausted me)

#eagles were born to soar #ceru writes #Kuroko no Basuke #izuki

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chapter 15 out 😭😭 gods, only the epilogue to go! i am so, so excited to post it, yet also so sad *cries*

eagles were born to soar

summary: in one world, Hyūga Junpei’s bullheaded stubbornness loses to Kiyoshi’s dogged determination. in another, it wins. in one world, Izuki Shun kept his lips sealed and his heart locked. in another, he learns how to open them up. in one world, an eagle’s legs are chained to the stone floor. in another, it shakes off its shackles, spreads its wings out as wide as they’ll go and soars. OR, Hyūga never joins the Seirin basketball team, Izuki steps up to be captain, and everything is different.

fic link: x

author’s note:  after months of hard work and what seems like an endless hiatus, this story’s finally back! it’s been a crazy ride, and i would never have gotten this far without all my lovely friends supporting me. particularly my sweet friend and amazing beta, @akichan-th, without whom this would still have been a mess of thoughts and ideas; and the wonderful @pun-ctual, who’s been such a great friend, powerful emotional support and a voice of reason when i got a little crazy about life xD  izuki’s journey in this story has been every inch mine, too. i love every word, every punctuation mark and space in here. the process was the most amazing experience i’ve ever had - even when i felt like tearing my hair out because the characters just would not listen to me. from when i started this, back in october 2019, i’ve grown leaps and bounds as a writer; my progress makes me proud, and i’m excited for what other stories will push me towards being a better author! but now it’s time to say goodbye to ‘eagles’ - i might revisit this verse in some side stories, perhaps post some deleted scenes, but for now… it’s time that i set it free into the world.  thank you for allowing me to write you.

#self rb

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*bashes pots and pans tgt* FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT I TAKE REQUESTS

YOU CAN FIND FANDOMS I’M WILLING TO WRITE FOR HERE

GENERAL REQUEST RULES HERE (and yes, although i dont love it, i will do x reader if you like <3)

AND SHIPS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR HERE

YOU CAN ALSO LOOK THROUGH MY ASK GAME TAG IF YOU ARE DRY FOR PROMPTS 

AND THATS PRETTY MUCH IT I TAKE ALL MANNER OF REQUESTS OTHERWISE!!! so i beg yall to spam my fucking inbox <3

#ceru speaks

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Ooooooh Orihime x Tatsuki + infidelity

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

ouch *cries* here ya go

Orihime knows it’s wrong, but she can’t help it -- can’t help sucking at the other girl’s mouth, tasting honey and vinegar and loving every second of this. Can’t help thinking of her when she’s with Tatsuki, dreaming of sliding her hands down a body that isn’t hard with muscle and fisting her fingers in hair just a shade lighter than jet-black.

Sometimes, falling out of love hurts worse than falling in it.

#bleach #tatsuhime #tatsuki #orihime #ceru writes #shamelessllamapeanutthing #*sob*

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Also, Phichit Chulanont x Chris Giacometti from Yuri on Ice

Dragon riders AU

oop ahaha im afraid im not in this fandom! for a full list of what i’m willing to write, see fandoms and ships blacklist

#ceru answers #shamelessllamapeanutthing

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You've opened a door you very much shouldn't have.

Byakuya x Kenpachi

I don't have an AU as such but work your magic with 'You've lost our daughter. Again!'

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

ok how do you put your finger on all my favorite ships hmm?

“I don’t fuckin’ believe it,” Kenpachi snaps, throwing his hands up in the air, “you lost Yachiru again, Byakuya, this is bullshit, you promised you’d take care of her like your own and now--” and he doesn’t even finish his sentence, just stomps off angrily to find her.

Byakuya sighs after his husband and undoes his jacket -- Yachiru jumps out, grinning widely, and he shakes his head at her, saying, “Keep that up and I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future.”

“That was kind of the whole plan,” Yachiru says, a little too innocently.

#bleach #kenbya #byakuya #kenpachi #yachiru #ceru writes #shamelessllamapeanutthing #ok look 'daughter' HOW COULD IT NOT BE YACHIRU HMMM

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wahahaha hiii!! takaizu monster high au / monster au ?? or wtv au lol

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

ADONIIIIII HEWWO!!! i will happily oblige u my man

tw vampires... is that a trigger? im putting it anyway

“You’re... a vampire?” Izuki sounds half-skeptical, but there’s a hint of something else in his voice, something awfully familiar that Takao can’t quite place. And then -- and then he’s doubling over and choking out, “S--so I can call you--bloody fucking gorgeous, h--huh? Kitakore!” 

“I--” Takao says faintly, because there’s nothing else he can think to reply, because he’d been an idiot to worry because of course Izuki would make a fucking pun and just take it in stride like he did everything -- and oh, he’s so head-over-heels for this stupid(ly sweet) human and this probably means he’s screwed to hell and back but he simply doesn’t care because it’s Izuki and he’d give the goddamn world for him.

#izutaka #izuki #takao #kuroko no basuke #ceru writes #takaizus #vampire tw

[cereatess]

ChadIchi

Coffee shop AU

(if you aren't accepting two asks from one person, please answer the YoruSoi one.)

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic! 

I LOVE THIS TOO *sob* you can send me like 200 asks i’ll happily write for you <3

The coffee here is pure crap, and their baked goods are even worse, but somehow Ichigo finds himself coming back every day -- for what reason, only God knows. Although it’s definitely not because of the barista, who is tall and muscular and whose warm brown eyes make him all melty on the inside like Yuzu’s lava cake, or whom he would very much like to lean against to listen to his heartbeat.

No, he is not in denial, thank you very much, Renji!

#chadichi #chad #ichigo #bleach #ceru writes #shamelessllamapeanutthing

[cereatess]

YoruSoi

Serial killers (both of them)

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

YESSS very nice i love this a lot

tw blood, knives, murder.

If their work wasn’t already called something else, Soi-Fon would have named it art. Yoruichi’s favourite silver brushes, sharp and hard-edged, are perfect to bring out the deepest hidden facets of her beautiful crimson and carmine paints.

Flesh, she thinks dizzily as Yoruichi’s blood-slick hands roam her body, is the prettiest canvas.

#bleach #yorusoi #yoruichi #soi-fon #ceru writes #blood tw #knives tw #murder tw #shamelessllamapeanutthing

[cereatess]

hyuuga/izuki with... mafia au maybe, for the ask game?

send me a pairing + an AU setting and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic!

AKJSKJFDSKSF ANONNNN ILYSM <333 my 2 favorite things! i love a good mafia AU uwu

tw for blood, death, guns.

“If I was a Quidditch player,”--Izuki smiled widely, and there was no warmth in his eyes--“I’d be a Seeker. Do you know why, Junpei?”

Hyuuga smiled too--he was feeling indulgent tonight--and placed a kiss on top of Izuki’s head, murmuring into his hair, “No, why?”

The same eerie grin still on his face, Izuki’s fingers pressed around the trigger of the pistol he held in his hand; and as crimson splattered against the wall, he whispered softly, “It’s ‘cause I always catch a snitch.”

#hyuuizu #hyuuga #izuki #kuroko no basket #ceru writes #anon #blood tw #death tw #gun tw