#also i love moon and im giving her a kiss upon the forehead

[s-citrus]

surely nothing bad will happen to these silly robots

#rain world #five pebbles #looks to the moon #i think about five pebbles everyday #he's so angry and tragic and all his problems could be solved if he just got out of his own head #and hes just like me fr #im biting him and shaking my head back and forth #also i love moon and im giving her a kiss upon the forehead #jar art #idk expect more rain world its grabbed me brain

[yyxandere]

ohh lets do soemthing fluffy. How about yandere kazuma kiryu with a darling who wants to just marry him...maybe even wants to have kids😳😳 (you can ignore this request if its weird no worries 😊)

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: KIRYU KAZUMA.

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' and 'She/Her' pronouns

✧.* prompt ─ Yandere Kiryu Kazuma with a significant other who wants be married to him and have kids.

✩.* note ─ THIS IS SO BAD BRO, IDK WHAT I DID WRONG, MAYBE ITS BC I RUSHED THIS?! SO IM SO SORRY ANON IF THIS WASNT UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─Kind off intimate, Minor Violence Mentioned and it’s very much fluffy

The moonlight shone on you made you look melancholic, Kiryu then asked himself if this was really the right thing but such thoughts were immediately lost when he looked. The moon shone upon two lovers in bed, both in a state of relaxation, one of her hands lay atop the man on her chest, and the other lay on his waist, her lips on his forehead, as the man's eyebrows only creased not because of discomfort but because of the comfort ness his beloved is giving him. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling she gave him; she was his heaven, his salvation, his everything. His soulmate.

She pulled back from their embrace and kissed each cheek with affection before moving down to his nose and finally kissing his lips as a sweet melody filled the air. The woman then raised the hand that was in his waist to his back, to slowly trace the tattoo that shows his life, his struggles, and the person he is.

The Dragon of Dojima, a ruthless man who can take on a whole clan to himself, a respectable man who will always put a strong face, but when it comes to you, he just can't keep his composure, Kiryu Kazuma can't.

She looks up at him once again, smiling adoringly, and whispers “You're the love of my life, Kazuma.” She leans down to kiss his forehead once more.

He feels so blessed to be loved by such a beautiful soul like hers. As they embraced their love for each other as his head was in her chest, he only had one thing in mind. . .

"Are you really sure you want to stay with me (Y/N)?" Kiryu said in a low voice. He looked at her through his eyelashes, and his face seemed to show the slightest hint of sadness. He could hear the heart in the position he was in maybe it was your heart that comforted him to say such a thing, maybe he was scared that one day he wouldn't be able to hear each drum of your hand but only your cold hands.

"Why ask Kazuma?" you replied as you closed your eyes and then started stroking his hair. A gesture you knew very well that calms Kazuma.

"Well, I'm just. . . scared. . .that one day you're going to be put in the mess because of the life I choose."

Scared.

He never said such words even to those who are closest to him, Kiryu is a protector he is the one willing to tank all wounds just for the one close to him and that also implied to you too, and of course, you understand, the dragon in his back significance his way, the path he courageously took. Kiryu Kauzma is scared. Scared that one day he'll never feel your fingers around his hand or your lips anywhere on his face, while you mumble the sweetest things to him, or maybe he won't have more memories of you cooking for Haruka or being there for the both of them.

"Oh, Kazuma. I knew what I was getting myself into when I first laid my eyes on you, but when the day I kissed you, the day I told you that I'm willing to be yours forever, I truly mean that." You said softly, Kazuma knew this but whatever power you hold, whenever you told him that you love him with all your heart he just can't help but doubt.

"Before you say anything, I know that you're doubting me not because of my love but my commitment to you. " Kiryu looked up to you and let you continue, "And so of that, please don't be afraid to be mine and trust in my commitment."

"You know Kazuma. . . I've always wondered what I will look like in a white dress, while you wear a whole black yukata." Such a comment had a chokehold on Kazuma.

"W-What do you mean by that?. . ." Kiryu said as he jolted and looked into your eyes. He was trying to find any kind of lies, but only he saw was real compassion and honesty of what you just said.

"Well, I'm trying to say is, if you really feel that way, then let's get married Kazuma, will the ring on my finger convince you?" You said straight to his eyes, implying that you were serious.

"Then if you want we can have children of our own. To show my love for you." You then move closer to him hugging his bare chest.

He looks down, blushing deeply. It would be easy enough to agree to a marriage, after all, he doesn't think he'd ever refuse you anything anyway, even his life, but why would you want children of your own? You guys already have Haruka, but why does the image of you holding both Haruka and her younger sibling warm his heart?

Will they have your eyes? Your hair? Maybe they're going to have your smile? Maybe they're going to inherit his eyes or maybe both of your eyes? But he knew that the enemies of his past would always hunt him no matter what, but it's your wish, your dream, and he'll do anything for you including protecting your dream. After a pregnant pause, you finally spoke up.

"Of course Kazuma we don't have to get married if you like-"

"I'll do it."

You open your mouth to let out a quiet gasp. The softness of his reply showed how vulnerable he is to you, showing just how much you mean to him. You couldn't stop smiling softly even if you tried. Your love is like the sun, radiating light everywhere he goes and everyone he encounters.

"I am willing to marry you (Y/N) if that's what you want to. . ." he said as he now grasped your knuckles and brought it to his lips. The contrast of his rough hands to your soft ones.

The moon shone on you and made you look ethereal, a true goddess in his eyes, your beauty is truly something to behold, but Kazuma falls for your sweet personality only getting stern when needed too. He loves the way your eyes glimmer with care whenever you're around Haruka, your voice whenever you talk passionately about something, and most of all, you understand him. You are what he needs in his gloomy life a light that contrasts him, you are like an angel sent upon the higher one, maybe you guys are just meant for each other. He will not let anyone get in the way of both of your love.

"I'll protect your dream (Y/N), your dream is mine too, I'll give you everything you asked for, I will keep protecting you and Haruka till my last breath, that is my promise to you. . . as your future husband." His expression became softer, his eyes shining in the night and you found yourself leaning your head against his shoulder to feel him to you, and he knew that he would marry the right woman, who would stay with him till his remaining breath. He will say it countless times, he will protect you and Haruka no matter what, even if it means having blood on his knuckles, anything for his wife and his future children . . .

(Y/N) Kazuma is such a fitting name. . .

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆ #yandere yakuza #yandere kiryu x reader #yandere Kiryu kazuma x reader #x reader #yandere #yakuza x reader #Kiryu x reader #yandere x reader #yandere yakuza game x reader #yandere yakuza game #fanfic

[dreamrecorder]

Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

~

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

~

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

~

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

~

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

~ 

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

~

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

~

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall. 

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it. 

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

~

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more. 

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?” 

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils. 

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself. 

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice. 

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?” 

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

~

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue. 

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore. 

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil. 

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer. 

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night. 

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #zhongli #childe #ganyu #ningguang

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Moonlight Sonata (Pietro Maximoff x GN Reader)

title: moonlight sonata (i suck at titles sorry)

pairing: pietro maximoff x gender neutral reader

warnings: um my writing is weird and swearing 

summary: PIETRO JUST NEEDS SOME LOVE AND ITS FLUFF

requested by @iamninaanna: HEY TARA I need more of your beautiful writing so I'm here to request again hihi. Can I please get a fluffy blurb with prompts “I missed your arms around me so I came to cuddle.” and “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” with Pietro Maximoff (if you write for him and if you don't, you can choose another character)If you don't feel comfortable writing this or you don't have inspiration you can totally ignore and delete this :)I LOVE YOUUU MWAH 😊

a/n: HI TAJA!! I LOVE YOU TOO! im so excited to write this, i love when you (anyone) requests things, it makes me so happy, like makes my month or year. its crazy, the sheer amount of joy it brings me. i tried to make this gender neutral but i can rewrite it  as a female reader if that’s what you wanted. ok anyway, here you go. as always, feel free to give feedback, i always enjoy it and hope you enjoy!! (ok also i really struggled to write this one, i don’t know why but i did and i don’t love how it turned out, im so sorry taja)

The soft notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata floated out of Pietro Maximoff’s room in the Avengers Compound. If someone looked in at the moment, the sight in the room was not nearly as peaceful as the melody that filled the room. Pietro was leaning, in what should have been a relaxed manner, against the headboard of the large bed in the middle of the room. And if someone wanted to take the time to look closer, you could see his hands shaking, vibrating in a blur. He sighed and ran his shaking hands through his hair, thumping his head against the hard back of the bed. 

Y/N slid down the hallway, their socks running softly across the hard floor. They were smiling, twirling like a ballerina, arms above their head. They were nearly to their room when they stopped. The floating waves of sound coming out of the door they’d stopped in front of. It was Pietro’s room, they realized. Tilting their head, they listened to the notes of the song, cradling her delicately in the sound. It took them back into memories, running through fields, hand in hand with Pietro, stopping to double over in laughter. Late nights, all three of them, looking at the stars. As they fell farther into the past, the memories were tinted blue. They hadn’t seen Pietro in a while, it almost seemed they were drifting apart. They missed him, the late nights on the rooftop, him telling them all his dreams, worries and fears. They missed their board game marathons and movie watch parties. They missed the kisses and the hugs, the first dates and the mornings next to him...

A frustrated groan through the bittersweet memories, Y/N’s head snapping up toward the door they stood in front of. After all the years of knowing him, that groan meant only one thing. He was stressed. Y/N felt the small tug of pettiness, telling them to ignore him as he was doing to them. But, their soft nature wouldn’t allow it and before they had actually thought the idea through, they rapped their knuckles on the door. 

Pietro stopped dead in his tracks, “Hello?”, he asked, accent coming on thick as it always did when he was stressed. 

“It’s me, Y/N,” the delicate voice came back, the doorknob starting to turn. 

“Oh, come in,” he called, tidying up any evidence of his shaking hands and body. He took a deep breath, bringing his hand vibration back to normal. 

Y/N slid the door open, a soft smile just bringing their cheeks up a little. They peeked in, sliding in like an eel and softly closing the door behind them. There was an awkward silence, one of the first the pair had ever experienced. 

“Um... what's up?” Pietro wrung his hands nervously, a smile coming on his face as he noticed their shy eyes trained upon his face. 

“I missed your arms around me so I came to cuddle” they said shyly, blushing.

And just like that, the tension was broken, like a knife through the awkwardness and they were together again. Pietro ran to open the blinds and grabbed all the blankets and pillows from around the room and was back in a flash. He leapt on to the bed and opened his arms for them motioning them to come over. They slowly slid their socked feet across the floor, but Pietro was having none of it. He never wasted a moment and grabbed Y/N, wind rushing in their face, before she could blink she was in his arms on the soft pillows of his bed. 

“Hi” Y/N breathed out, the air escaping them, settling into his arms.

“Hey..” he replied, just as breathless.

They were silent again but this silence was light and airy, not weighted by tension and nervousness. Pietro buried his face in Y/N’s hair, taking in the sweet smell that he knew as them. Y/N sighed happily, worries about drifting apart evaporated in the warm embrace of their boyfriend. 

The soft song the was playing started over again, the notes repeating themselves, ringing throughout the room. “Do you think Beethoven wrote Moonlight Sonata because of the moon?” Pietro asked, his voice muffled by Y/N’s hair. Y/N didn’t respond, lost in thought, trailing their hands over Pietro’s long fingers. “Baby?” he sighed, “Baby, I’m sorry that we haven’t talked in a while. I just- I was worried about you. Your so brave and so selfless and I just- I don’t to lose you.” His voice cracked, finishing in a whisper. He looked down at them, brow furrowed in worry. They slowly pulled their head up, gazing into his eyes, hands moving to caress his cheeks.

“Oh, my speedster, you’ll always have me. I love you, fast boy...” They smiled softly, and whispered sweet nothings as they kissed his cheeks, his nose, his jaw, his eyes, everywhere. He laughed and they rolled into a smothering cuddle. They both sighed, smiles wide enough to bring out the dimples in Y/N’s cheeks.  

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how stunning you are?” This admission came out of nowhere, Pietro carding his fingers through Y/N’s hair. They laughed, and shook their head like he was joking. He frowned and kissed their nose, “You’re perfect,” their cheeks, “Stunning”, their forehead, “Breathtaking” their neck, “and I’m so lucky that your mine”. They smiled then, wrapping their arms around their beautiful boyfriends neck and kissing him, soft and sweet. It wasn’t passionate or hot and heavy, just full of love and all the they didn’t say. It was perfect. And the moon might not be jealous of Y/N’s beauty but the moon was sure to be jealous of the love they shared. 

WOW THAT SUCKED THANKS FOR READING

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro x reader #au pietro is alive #marvel #avengers #fluff #requested #my writing #fanfiction #imagine #x reader

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On Everlasting Adventures with You

Pairing : Legolas x Time Traveller! / Immortal! Reader , Platonic! Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst , Slight war plot , Kind of OOC Thranduil ,Y/N being an oblivious idiot ,Fluff

Summary : Returning abruptly years later may or may not have been Y/N's best decision

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Legolas tsked as he fought against a Orc ,regretting not leaving with Gimli to the undying lands and staying back in Mirkwood . Especially considering the frequent spider and orc attacks. A series of loud bangs erupted startling the elves , followed by the orcs dropping dead, a hole burning through each of their heads. "Whoooo ! 1800 years and I've still got it ! Still a bit rough on the edges though-" Stretch. The owner of the voice froze, her hands in the air as if in surrender,looking at Legolas who had drawn his arrow aiming at her . She awkwardly chucked "Surprise?....... Wrong timing? ", she says, immediately regretting it.

Time Skip

"Oh come on! Guys let me at least explain ! Thranduil, Legolas, even you Tauriel ? ", the woman coaxed as she was being escorted into the dungeons by the soldiers, her hands tied behind her back. The three elves ignored her as she was pushed into the dungeons hearing Legolas hissing at the soldiers to 'be gentle' making a smile appear on the woman's face. Now leaving her alone inside forgetting about her hands still being tied to her back

Irritated. The prince tossed around on his mattress as his brain refused to shut down for that night, a quick thought coming into his head. He sat up straight fetching his bow and arrow as he proceeded to walk out of his chambers .The corridors of the palace being silent with nothing but the sounds of the crickets chirping. He sneaked down the stairs rushing into the celllar  “Your hands !-”,he stopped his eyes snapping towards the woman as she sat by the litte ledge inside the cellar looking out of the small window as the moon shone on her face. She looked at the prince bringing her untiedhands forward. “They forgot to do it for me so I did it myself .I may have dislocated my shoulder though.” She said as Legolas stood there with his jaw clenched. “Didn’t you feel guilt ?” , he whispered his voice almost left unheard to the woman. She averted her gaze avay from Legolas ,”What are you saying ?” .”YOU DISSAPPEARED Y/N ! YOU LEFT US ! YOU DESTROYED WHAT WAS LEFT BETWEEN US !”,the prince vented angrily making the woman flinch. “Please Legolas, try to understand ! I was only trying to save you, to save Mirkwood” .”Oh stop it ! Protect us from what !? Surprise Y/N ! We can protect ourselves.” Y/N pinched her forehead ,”You may be strong in middle earth but you can’t protect yourself from the future!” “Get to the point.” “I AM A TIME TRAVELLER LEGOLAS ! I CANNOT STAY AT ONE PLACE FOREVER “ . silence. “Are you humoring me ? Time travellers can’t possibly exist.”,Legolas said,slightly annoyed by this point. “I am not , we exist,we are what the future calls as royalty Legolas.Each kingdom has one who will rule them. I had stayed in Mirkwood longer than required it is against the customs of a time traveller . The night before I dissappeared I had gotten a warning from the council of the future ,to leave or give up the throne of my kingdom . If I didn’t choose either they promised to destroy what was precious to me.....Mirkwood. And if I chose to give up the throne and have had joined you in the fellowship you would have died protecting me, and I could never forgive myself for that. Not only for loosing you but for taking a son away from his father.You are way too precious to Thranduil, I saw how devasted he would have been. I chose to leave and promised to return in a year or two . But the council threatened my family that they’d take over our people if I leave for the next few years. I thought it was best to wait...Till the entire council dies and a new,good council is formed. I took long....and now all of you hate me....” , said Y/N giving a dry humourless chuckle.Legolas looked at her ,she had changed , she was no longer the girl laughed at everything,the girl everyone in Mirkwood including Thranduil adored . The girl before him was built to fight,couldn’t feel pain, her bright (e/c) eyes faded to nothingness ,pleading for help .And here the entirity of Mirkwood saw her as a betrayer.He couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Y/N's eyes softened at the elven Prince's guilt tripped face as she moved towards the bars dividing the two . "It doesn't matter anymore. I just wanted to see all of you. " "BUT IT DOES MATTER! " ,Y/N's eyes widened due to his sudden outburst ."Lego-" "IT MATTERS BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!".Silence. As if the air just got thicker. A thick lump formed in the woman's throat as her heart paliptated ridiculously. " How long?", Y/N croaked, her voice barely a whisper as it fell into the Prince's elvish ears."Since the day you saved that little elf from getting hit by an arrow", whispered back Legolas coming closer to the bars. Somehow it seemed as if Y/N’s eyes were returning with colour.

The two were quite alarmingly close,but it did not bother them. Not now,not ever.Legolas took Y/N’s hands by slipping his behind the bars . A soft sigh escaped for both their mouths before Legolas pressed his lips against her soft ones.It seemed like an eternity before the two seperated breathing heavily . They stared at each other in peaceful silence before Legolas took the initiative to speak up, “I’ll tell Ada, I’ll ask him to let you go ,we’ll tell him the truth..” Y/N looked at him blankly a small hint of confusion on her face. “But Thranduil knows what I am.” This time it was Legolas’ chance to make the confused face before coming into realization, “WHAT !?” ,he almost yelled making Y/N frantically shush him not to attract any attention from the guards. “I had told him when I had first come here to prove I’m not an intruder. Even when I left,I left him a letter on the reason of my sudden departure. I am pretty sure he is angry that I have been away for a longer time than I told him. He feels lied to.” Legolas looked at her exasperated.He was at a loss of words. “I am still asking Ada to release you”, he said before giving her one last kiss and leaving the dungeon.

--Time Skip--

Y/N sat on her knees in front of the throne, her hands tied behind her back as she and everyone in the court watched the elven king twirling the gun he confiscated from the girl while looking straight at her. “How does this.....contraption....work..?” , he said pointing it towards the ceiling as Y/N’s eyes widened “Thran- I don’t think that is a good idea.THRANDUIL N-” bang “- o”.The noise made the ever stoic elves flinch with shock,Thranduil almost falling off his throne as he and his subjects looked at the precise hole on the ceiling above him. The distraction gave time to Y/N to easily get out of her restraints as she stomped up to Thranduil, snatching the gun out of his hand. “Give me that! You really need to start listening instead of being stubborn Thran ! One wrong aim and I swear to God one of us would have dropped dead including your dumbass!?”, she yelled at the still shock ridden elven king. He just stared at her, though through his stoic face she could very much see he missed her. She missed him too. She loved him,he was her best friend and she knew that excuses were usless, for she had broken her promise to him. He had waited, everyone had. She had to make it all right. She sighed, her eyes softened now,the same way they had softened for Legolas yesterday night.If there was any softeness left in the girl anymore it was probably only there for the father and his son. The rest leaving as years passed. She stepped down the throne as looked at Legolas, who was practically begging her to not do anything more stupid or she’ll be put in the dungeons again. But she was Y/N , a time traveller, adventure and stupidity practically ran in her blood. Not only that but she’d even claim that she new Thranduil a bit better than most. Being a time traveller gave her a chance to predict future or correct the past considering that was exactly what her duty was truly supposed to be,correcting timelines that is. She had restored the future elven race by making sure Thranduil was save and sound, she had overlooked him since he was a mere elfling and was probably also one of the reason the king had survived the wrath of the northern dragons with just his face scarred she had stopped looking after him after that. She knew Thranduil but he didn’t know her until she made a sudden appearence during the battle of the five armies .She knew how to make Thranduil forgive her and even more. She mumbled a few incantations and suddenly a small glass globe appeared in front of Thranduil. “Thran, I’m really sorry about what happened but what the globe shows is the true reason I broke my promise,” the woman said with full sincerity.

There was silence in the throne room before Thranduil made an action as if to dismiss the court asking only Legolas and you to stay. “You did it for us...”,he said confirming his own words earning a nod from the woman. “Then I guess I have to apologize for putting you into the dungeons although it seems to have been proven quite useful to you and Legolas. The other two in the room froze. One looking at the other in quite the shock unlike the king who seemed to have a smug look upon his face. “Globe you little shit !”, grumbled Y/N makng the globe dissapear. Legolas figured that the globe may have shown more than necessary. “I want to hear it from you, Iôn nin”,his father practically ordered. “Im mel hen (I love her)”,he replied a sudden shyness engulfing Y/N. “I know you will ask me to let Legolas go on adventures with you but I’m still quite unconvinced.”, said Thranduil deciding to tease the woman a bit more. Y/N only grinned bashfully before saying, “I figured, so I may have brought you the best wine from my age and it’s in my time travelling machine”. The king grumbled, “Fine ! But both of you better return here every 10 years !” “Aww will someone miss us?” “Shut up Y/N” “Ada!” 

--Time Skip--

“Are you ready to go my Prince ?”

“I promised Y/N, I promised to go on Everlasting Adventures with you..”

--Fin--

Yaay! Finally done ! I have been pondering like an idiot over this fic but I guess it turned out well ! This wasn’t a request but I felt like it was really interesting ! I hope you guys liked it ! Please do comment me your thoughts!” Thank you for reading ! I love you guys!

~Love, Hri 

#lord of the rings #the hobbit #legolas imagines #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas imagine #legolas x y/n #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #Thranduil #lotr imagine #lotr x reader #mirkwood elves #hobbit x reader #orlando bloom #fanfiction #lotr fanfic #hobbit fanfiction

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OMFG IM SO SORRY TO BOTHER YOU WITH THIS WHILE YOURE IN A WRITING PAUSE BECAUSE I DONT WANT YOU TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS BUT IF I DONT TELL THEN I WONT REMEMBER😫:

I saw one of your recent reblogs with the little bats and you mentioned getting it tattooed. So my brain came up with this idea that I find ✨adorable✨. Do you remember when we were talking about how in a modern AU, Regis would be like a sophisticated older man, but he would be tatted up? Ok so imagine him and reader being in a relationship for a good long while, and he at one point told her that he really thinks through his tattoos before he gets them done and puts a bunch of thought and feeling into each one. So as a gift during a milestone in the relationship, he says that he wants to get a matching tattoo with them, and they can help choose some ideas, and the reader recommends the two little bats because 1. Cute, and 2. She Knows about what he is and wants to show their love for him?

Im so sorry this is super detailed and I know your busy but I had to share because I thought you’d appreciate it🥺💕love ya dear!❤️—🍯

A/N: I needed to distract myself from rdr2 so this is what happened. and I’m not even gonna lie. I am seriously thinking of having someone commission Regis with tattoos…... 

***

You hummed quietly as you moved around the room, gathering what dishes had been left on the table and placing them into the wash basin. You didn’t get very far before hands were on your hips, stopping you from moving, and a warm breath was brushing across your neck. 

“Darling, I told you I’d get these when I returned. Dettlaff just needed a moment to chat before he left.”

“I know.” You looked over your shoulder to Regis. He kissed your temple and tried to gently move you aside but you refused to move so easily. “No! I’m already here and I’m already cleaning it up. It’s almost done-,”

“Then there’s no harm in letting me finish it, is there?” He raised his brows. 

“Regis-,”

“My darling, you are so stubborn.” He gave you another kiss to the temple. “Just let me help you.” 

Using a little more strength on you than what he’d usually like to, he was able to move you aside and start picking up the wine glasses from the table. 

You huffed and hurried around the table to try to get the last two cups on the other side, but Regis beat you there, using his vampiric powers to teleport himself there. What he didn’t count on, however, was you bumping into him. This caused him to spill the remnants in the wine glass all over himself and on your dress. 

You gasped, your hands coming up to cover your mouth. Regis laughed, moving to place the glasses with the rest of the dirty dishes. 

“Regis, I’m so sorry-,”

“No worries, darling.” He cut you off, shaking his head. “No worries at all. It’s just clothes. Clothes can wash.”

He took off his doublet and put it over the back of a chair, then he began to unbutton his undershirt. You went to help him, gently nudging his fingers away so you could work on the buttons yourself. 

“I don’t mind doing the cleaning.” You spoke softly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Especially when Dettlaff is here. I know he has a hard time sometimes. With…. With just….”

“He struggles fitting in sometimes.” Regis sighed gently. His eyes fell to watch your nimble fingers. “But he will be okay. He’s always okay.”

“You just worry about him.” You finished unbuttoning the shirt and looked up at his face. “It’s a shame he wouldn’t stay here a bit longer.”

“He didn’t want to invade- which I told him was rather silly.” Regis shrugged out of the undershirt and put it over the same chair the doublet was on. You watched him move, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath ivory skin.

He had a number of tattoos across his back, including a large moth that spread across the top of his shoulders and a skull that rested at the small of his back. 

“But he insisted. Saying some nonsense about it being our fifteenth anniversary.” Regis continued to talk, though you were too caught up admiring his tattoos to really listen. 

He turned back around to face you, wondering why you weren’t saying anything. 

Your eyes immediately darted up to his face upon realizing he had caught you staring. 

“I, uh, I was, erm-,”

“Staring?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side a bit. 

“Well, yes.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks get hot. “But I-I was also thinking…. Fifteen years?” You repeated, almost in disbelief. 

“Fifteen years.” Regis confirmed. He nodded his head, closing the space between you two. “Seems like just yesterday you stole something very important from me.” 

The corners of your lips turned up as he approached you. You couldn’t help but step back until you bumped into the counter. Your heart was racing, thumping against your chest. It was the most wonderful feeling to have your heart race the same way it did when you first met him all those years ago. 

“What did I steal from you?” You tilted your head back to look up at him properly. 

His long and slender fingers trailed along the side of your throat then your jaw until he reached your chin. His thumb carefully traced your bottom lip.

“My heart.” His breath was warm as it fanned across your face. 

You giggled. Your eyes left his, trailing down to the moon tattooed over his heart. You brought your hand up to trace over the black ink just as you had done numerous times before. 

“Fifteen years.” You whispered. 

Regis took your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Then he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, darling. I’ve got something I’d like to discuss with you.” He began to pull away without any further explanation, leaving you a little worried. 

“Oh, okay.” You nodded your head. “Um, is it-is it anything I should be concerned about?”

“Oh, Heavens no.” Regis shook his head, moving back to you to give you another kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry to have worried you. But it’s nothing that you need to worry about. Just something I want to discuss.”

***

Regis climbed into bed to get comfy while you finished braiding your hair at your vanity. After the braid was finished, you moved around to your side of the bed. You clambered across the mattress until you reached him. Instead of laying down, you leaned against his hip, curling your legs up beside you. 

“What do you want to discuss?” You asked. You picked up his hand and decided to examine the tattoos on the back of his hand and his fingers rather than look at him. 

“Well, I know today marks the day of our anniversary so I’d be a little late for it, but I want to do something for our fifteen years. Something that isn’t just dinner with Dettlaff and a romantic night in.” Regis watched you curiously as you looked his tattoos over. It fascinated him how you were always so captivated by his tattoos even though you knew every single one he had. 

“Do you have something in mind?”

“Mhm. A tattoo.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his almost instantly. Your lips parted and Regis could hear your heart start to beat quicker. 

“Oh, Regis. That’s-That isn’t a good idea.” You shook your head. 

“Why?” He sat up, propping himself up on one elbow. “I’ve given it plenty of thought. Marriage isn’t an option, it’s not something either of us want.”

“But that doesn’t mean you should get something permanent like a tattoo for our anniversary on your body, Regis.” You shook your head. “What if we aren’t…. What if we aren’t permanent?”

“My darling, there has never been a time in our fifteen years that I have ever thought I’d want to be with someone else.” Regis sat up all the way and reached out to cup your cheek. “And if there would ever come a time when I no longer had you, I’d seek out someone willing to liquidize me again. I don’t want to be without you, Y/N. I love you.”

You searched his eyes, your hand coming up to hold the back of his that rested on your cheek. 

“You’ve thought it through?”

“I have.” He nodded firmly, pulling his hand away from your face. “I’ve thought it through plenty. It’ll be a bat. And I want it here on the inside of my wrist, just above my pulse.” He turned his arm over to show you the bare skin on his forearm. You brushed your fingertips over the spot, pressing gently until you could feel his pulse beating firmly beneath. 

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. He wanted to do this as an act of commitment to you. As if he hadn’t proven his commitment before. You both had rings from your tenth anniversary and necklaces from your fifth. Now, he was getting a tattoo. 

“I want one too.”

Regis’s eyes widened as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. 

“Darling, you don’t have to.”

“I know.” You nodded softly. “I want to.”

“Where do you think you’d want it?”

You thought about it for a moment, looking down over your arms and then your torso. 

“Perhaps my ribs. The left side. Your heart is bigger on the left, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“That’s where I want it.” You stated proudly, rubbing your side through your chemise. 

“If it is what you want, my darling, but please don’t feel like you have to.” Regis shook his head softly. 

“I want it, Regis. It’s a really nice and-and a really beautiful idea.” You clasped your hands together in your lap, but they didn’t stay there for very long. Regis took them and held them in his own. 

“Why do you want it there?”

“You have my heart.” You answered softly. “It’s yours. You protect it.”

He smiled at you, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Hello! Congrats on reaching 100+ followers—you definitely deserve it and more! If slots are still avail, can I request Genya x Reader where he actually lives and five years after Muzan’s defeat, Genya realizes that all of his friends are married (Kanao and Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Nezuko, Aoi and Inosuke) and he’s like “maybe I should propose...?) but he has no idea how so he asks for help from Ino, Tan and Zen, who offer to go look for rings with him while the girls hang out. Thank you so much!

Thank you so much, anon - you’re too kind and sweet! 😄💕💕💕

This request is so cute, please have all my uwu 💕💕💕 Also, I’m sorry for taking quite a while with this one (and to @beanrolls, too, who requested for Kimetsu Academy Genya [have all my uwu, too!]), there have been matters that needed my urgent attention that left me unable to write for days! 😭 But I’m back now, and sure that I’ll be able to post beanrolls’ request tomorrow😄

This one is set mostly in Genya’s point of view. [I’m listening to Train’s “Marry Me” right now... Now I’m wondering how modern AU Genya might propose to his s/o  😭💕💕💕)

*Hanami is “flower viewing”. The comparison between pearls and a woman’s tears of sadness is a thing where I’m from, and old people advise the younger ones not to wear any pearls during their wedding nor for men to give women engagement rings with pearls. They believe that the pearls would signify a married life full of sadness for the woman who’s about to be wed.

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𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 (𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂) 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓏𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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              The world is now without evil demons.

               Exactly five years have now passed after Kibutsuji Muzan’s downfall. Five years of absolute peace, now being experienced by the children Ubiyashiki Kagaya has left behind, those who have been blessed by the gods to spend the rest of their lives earning the fruits of the sacrifice of the entirety of the Demon Slayer Corps.

               There are times that he still thinks that someone else deserves to be in his position. To be able to live, laugh, love, and be loved by the people he holds dear in his heart. But the thought now comes very few and far in between as the peaceful days roll by, the further encouragement of his older brother and friends giving Genya the strength to take another step into living the life they convince him he deserves.

               And maybe… maybe he does deserve to experience all the good things life hands to him now. Like the rest of his fellow Demon Slayers, he’s willingly sacrificed his own safety to ensure another’s, offering blood, sweat, and tears to rid the world as much demons as he can while striving hard to stand side by side with his once-unreachable brother. And while Sanemi has been blessed with the Mark of the Demon Slayers, the gods must have smiled at the Shinazugawa brothers for the curse of death does not claim the older between the two.

               Genya is sure that Tanjiro will be blessedly spared as well from the Mark’s curse, now living a happy life in Mount Kumotori – his home – with Kanao and their son.

               The Breath of the Sun user has been the first to marry in their group of friends two years ago. The proposal itself is simple yet sincere, so very Tanjiro that Kanao has been quick to blurt out a very happy “yes!” The wedding has been grand and lively, and Zenitsu – in all seriousness and golden eyes shining with worried tears – all but gets down on one knee during the celebration and proposes to a surprised and blushing Nezuko.

               Not one to be left behind by his friends, Inosuke has demanded for Aoi’s hand in marriage after witnessing Tanjiro’s joyful wedding and Zenitsu’s bold proposal.

               Now, his friends are all happily married with the love of their lives. And Genya would be a fool if he doesn’t admit that he’s a little – alright, maybe not so little – jealous that he’s the only one who hasn’t tied the knot yet.

               And so he sits in the middle of Sanemi’s training dojo, Himejima-san’s juzu beads clutched in one hand as he contemplates on the relationship he has with [Name]. He remembers, clear as day, how they met on one of his missions and how they saved each other’s lives back then. How she has befriended him despite his intimidating appearance, his inability to use Breaths, and how he achieves demonic transformation by eating demons. Not once has [Name] looked down on him, and Genya knows then and there – in their first meeting – that she is the one for him.

               Koi no yokan. The premonition of love; the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them.

               He remembers how [Name] admitted her growing feelings for him months after, when she came to visit him at the Butterfly Estate after facing off with Upper Moon Four in the Swordsmith’s Village. How she ran to him, crying, and embraced him as if it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. He remembers how happy and relieved she looked while cupping his cheeks in her small hands and – seemingly forgetting herself and the company they have – placed a tender kiss on his forehead before confessing her feelings for him. Genya is still sure that he has glimpsed Heaven that day, especially when [Name]’s face flushed red from embarrassment at her behaviour. And despite Tanjiro and the three girls of the Butterfly Estate’s presence in the infirmary, the demon-devouring Slayer is quick to tell her that he’s always loved, her, too.

               His worst nightmare came into focus during the final battle in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress. Upper Moon One was unbelievably strong, even using a Breath Style with more than fifteen forms during the fight. The Mist Pillar Tokito Muichiro fell during the fight, valiantly sacrificing himself to ensure their victory. And Genya was more than willing to go down fighting, too, if it meant taking down the second strongest demon in existence to his grave. Just as when Upper Moon One’s desperate, dying attack reaches Genya, he was knocked to the side while the splatter of crimson blood entered his field of vision.

               [Name] has told him firmly that she’s willing to sacrifice more than her left leg just so Genya can see the light of day again with his older brother.

               If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be basking freely under the sun with the people he loves.

               Uneven footsteps soon pull Genya out of his musings. The dojo’s double doors open to reveal [Name], clad in a purple kimono and leaning on her walking stick. Her [colour] eyes brighten upon seeing Genya, and he gets up to meet her halfway, wrapping her in a fierce, loving hug.

               “I love you, [Name],” he tells her softly, pressing his lips to her hair. Genya relishes the sound of her laughter and the way she looks up at him, the loving expression on her face mirroring his.

               “And I love you more than you can ever dream of, Genya,” [Name] replies sincerely, leaning on him as he leads her out of the dojo. “What’s gotten into you, though? I hope it’s nothing I should be worried about.”

              His heart leaps with joy for her concern, although there is nothing to actually worry about. They sit side by side on the engawa, overlooking the garden Sanemi has gifted Genya with. The younger Shinazugawa brother still cannot help his face from turning red when [Name] presses herself against him and weaves her fingers with his.

              “N-Nothing to worry about. I just want to tell you…”

              [Name] rewards him with a kiss on his fingers and a content sigh.

              “And now we have the rest of our lives to tell each other,” she chirps happily at him, a bright smile on her face. “Now, don’t get tired of hearing it from me every day, alright?”

              Maybe he should…?

              Genya returns her smile with a shy grin of his own, unashamed of how red his face must have been. The question dances on the tip of his tongue, the needful urge to ask for her hand in marriage growing stronger and fiercer with each passing day he spends with her.

              He’s the only one unmarried yet in his circle of friends. And Genya knows that he can change it by asking [Name] right now, but he refrains himself from doing so. He wants the proposal to be memorable, to be worthy of the woman who has countlessly and selflessly saved his life over and over. He doesn’t want to ruin her experience of being proposed to by just blurting the question out like a mindless, insensitive fool, without even a care for how much memorable it would be for her.

              Genya is not one for extravagance, but at least he wants [Name] to remember his wedding proposal for the rest of their lives, something she can tell their future kids with a lovesick blush on her face. But if he’s being honest with himself, he actually has no idea how to properly propose!

              The flapping of a Kasugaigarasu’s wings reach the couple’s ears and, soon enough, a familiar crow perches itself on Genya’s outstretched arm.

              “Message! Message from Kamado Tanjiro! Message from Kamado Tanjiro!!!”

              A surge of inspiration strikes Genya. It won’t hurt asking his friends for help now, would it?

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               “Ah, so you’re planning to propose to [Name]!” Tanjiro exclaims, expression that of pure delight at the information. “I’m very happy for you, Genya!”

               Sitting beside Genya, Zenitsu claps the former on the back with a congratulatory grin. “Good for you, Genya. You’ll have zero regrets once you’re married – spending forever with the woman you love the most is pure heaven, I’m telling you!”

               Inosuke, on the other hand, shoots Genya an unimpressed look. The years may have tamed the Breath of the Beast user’s boorishness, but his competitiveness is another story.

               “Kentaro, Monitsu, and I have been married to our wives for three years already,” the boar head-toting male comments, taunting grin appearing on his face as he rudely points a finger at the unmarried man among the group, “and you haven’t even proposed yet? Hah! You really are a shrimp!”

               Tossing maturity aside, Genya and Inosuke begin attempting to throttle each other and throw childish insults at one another. It brings back memories during the Pillar Training from five years ago, and the ‘fight’ immediately ends with Tanjiro restraining an indignant Inosuke by sitting in seiza on the latter’s back.

               “I haven’t proposed yet because I don’t know how, you stupid boar!” Genya gripes, plopping gracelessly beside a surprised Zenitsu.

               “Just demand for her hand in marriage like I did with my Aoi, dumbass Ginto!” Inosuke yells, struggling under Tanjiro’s restraint.

               Genya rushes forward and slaps a large hand on Inosuke’s mouth, looking frantically between the shoji door and the porch. “Keep it down, Inosuke! What if [Name] hears you? Don’t blow things up!”

               Tanjiro, still restraining their friend, tilts his head to the side in contemplation. “Yes, please keep it down, Inosuke. And I understand why Genya hasn’t proposed yet.” The Breath of the Sun user then shoots Genya a sympathetic smile. “You want it to be memorable, right, Genya? In that case, let us help you!”

               Inosuke stops squirming and, after sharing a knowing grin with Zenitsu, nods at Genya as a show of support.

               Feeling extremely grateful for his friends’ considerateness and willing aid, Genya gets down in dogeza. “T-Thank you, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

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               Everything goes smoothly as planned.

               During his friends’ next visit in the Wind Pillar’s estate, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke – who have been forthcoming with Genya’s desire to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage with their other halves – bring their wives with them as planned. While the four males go out in search for the perfect engagement ring (Zenitsu suggested a Western proposal like he did with Nezuko, to which Genya agreed eagerly), Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi will provide a distraction for [Name]. Even Sanemi pitches in with his offer of help, volunteering as the last resort of a distraction should [Name] begin showing any amount of suspicion about their friends’ unannounced visit.

               The three women are quick to whisk [Name] away from Genya’s arms, chattering brightly about things only they can understand, and Sanemi immediately shoos the four men away once the girls are out of sight.

               “[Name] will be quick to suspect that something might be amiss,” the former Wind Pillar warns the younger men before they leave, eyes shining with pride for his former tsuguko’s perceptiveness. “You better hurry up, you hear me?”

               “We will, Sanemi-san, don’t worry!” Tanjiro replies, bowing and taking their leave.

               Things, however, quickly turn south once they reach the town.

               While merchants from far and wide have been plentiful, the four friends find it difficult to spot even a single jeweller in town. Panic and doubt fills Genya almost immediately, but Tanjiro’s optimism helps drive the negativity away. Zenitsu suggest looking at the next, nearest town, and the four march on with renewed purpose and hope.

               The next town seems to be promising, and Genya’s spirits lift at the sight of a jeweller’s store. He is quick to drag his friends in the shop, but his excited smile quickly vanishes from his face at the sheer amount of rings – in all sizes and variations – behind the glass displays before him.

               “H-How am I supposed to pick one…?” he mutters, face pale at the prospect of choosing a ring that might not even fit [Name] – let alone one that she would love.

               The shop keeper – a foreigner – looks appraisingly at Genya from head to toe before nodding to himself.

               “For proposal?” asks the old man in broken Japanese, briefly glancing over at Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. “Them, too? Propose to girl?”

               Quickly catching on the foreigner’s inquiry, Genya shakes his head and tries to use words that the former will understand. “Only me, sir,” he says nervously, wringing his hands when his lavender eyes sweep back to the assortment of rings in display. “How much for a ring?”

               The old man tuts at him, grey eyes narrowing as he gestures at the rings. “Price depends on ring. These, not for marriage.” He directs Genya to another display, where silver and gold bands set with precious stones are being held. “Propose with these. Pick one.”

               Genya suddenly feels numb at the prospect of choosing among the rings. Each of them is beautiful in their own right – some displaying exquisitely cut diamonds, vivid sapphires, crimson rubies, and viridian emeralds. When he hesitantly points at the one with a single pearl, the old man appraises him once more and shakes his head vehemently.

               “What’s wrong with the pearl, though, old man?” Inosuke pipes from behind Genya. “It’s pretty enough!”

               “Pretty, yes!” The old man agrees then points at Genya. “No fit him, however!”

               Zenitsu frowns at the old shop keeper. “He’s not the one being proposed to, you know!”

               Ever the pacifist, Tanjiro sniffs the air a little then beams at the old man. “I think he doesn’t mean Genya. Let’s hear what grandpa has to say first, shall we?”

               The old man, chuffed with Tanjiro’s reasoning (and being called grandpa, it seems), elaborates while gesturing for Genya to show his hands. Genya complies, confused.

               “This lad, tall and big,” the old foreigner explains while studying the calloused palms under his gaze. “He looks… hmm… what word… ah! Protector! Protective of his woman, yes. Does not make her cry, I think. He does not want to, he looks like. Big hands, huh? Protecting hands, I see. Pearl,” he then points at the ring, “symbol of tears in my country. Tears of sad woman. You make her cry sad tears?”

               “No!” Genya replies loudly, indignantly. Then, in a more reserved tone, “Never. I don’t want to make [Name] cry sad tears.”

               The old man nods in satisfaction then veers the mohawked male’s focus away from the pearl. “I remove that today. Now pick another.”

               Amazed at the explanation and the new bit of information they learned, the four former Demon Slayers shift their focus to the other rings and begin discussing amongst themselves.

               “I still don’t know what to pick,” Genya laments, his gaze bouncing between his friends and the old man. This is much harder than picking the ore for his very first nichirin blade!

               “Genya, I know it’s a hard decision to make,” Tanjiro tells him kindly, “but think of [Name] while looking at the rings. I’m sure your love for her will guide you to the right ring!”

               “Red hair, right,” the old man chimes in, nodding at a beaming Tanjiro. “Don’t worry, erase worry. Let love guide you, then choose.”

               “I dunno about these rings,” Inosuke claims and gives Genya’s shoulder a supportive pat. “But Jangoro and old man are right! I pick Aoi because I love her. I’m sure you’ll pick the right ring!”

               “Aoi is not a ring, though,” Zenitsu mumbles under his breath. “But you can do it, Genya! Take your time!”

               Overwhelmed by the support of his friends and a stranger’s kind and patient guidance, Genya’s determined gaze sweeps over the rings, lavender eyes widening at the sight of one that particularly stands out amongst the rest.

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               With the chosen ring now within the safety of a small velvet box and tucked in his hakama’s pocket, Genya and the gang moves forward to the second and most important part of the plan: the proposal itself.

               While Zenitsu suggests a grand declaration of love and marriage as supported by a pumped up Inosuke, Tanjiro agrees with Genya’s plan of making the proposal simple yet utterly heartfelt. With the Hanami coming ever closer, the younger Shinazugawa brother plans to ask for [Name]’s hand in marriage under the blooming sakura trees and the bright rays of spring sunlight.

               “How did it go?” Kanao asks quietly about their search for the previously elusive engagement ring. Aoi and Nezuko are helping [Name] gather some flowers from the garden under Sanemi’s guidance, distracting her enough for Kanao to slip past and welcome the four men when they arrive.

               Tanjiro hugs his wife and receives the kiss she gives him with a blush on his face, then displays a smile of success for Kanao to see.

               “We had to move to the nearest town to search for a ring, but Genya did it!” Tanjiro whispers excitedly. “The ring perfectly fits [Name]… I’m sure you’ll agree when you see it, Kanao!”

               The adopted sister of the Kocho siblings smiles proudly at her husband. “I can’t wait for the day Genya proposes. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy spending the rest of his life married to [Name], like I am with you.”

               Needless to say, Tanjiro is reduced to a blushing mess at his wife’s sincere remark. And like Kanao, he cannot wait for the day [Name] says yes to Genya.

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               The first day of the Hanami finally comes, bringing with it the first of spring’s sudden torrential rains.

               Genya’s plan comes crashing to the ground as he watches the pouring rain despondently. He grips the velvet box containing the ring in one hand, wondering if he’s not meant for giving [Name] the wedding proposal she so deserves.

               He feels Sanemi’s hand on his shoulder, ducking his head forlornly when the older between the two huffs at the rain.

               “Is this it for you, then?” Sanemi asks him, an uncharacteristic look of disbelief on his scarred face. “You’re letting this rain derail you on your journey to happiness?”

               “[Name] loves hanami, though, nii-chan,” Genya laments, shoulders slumping as he pockets the box.

               The former Wind Pillar grins and ruffles his younger brother’s hair. “You really are one hopeless little brother,” he says in jest, grin turning into a soft smile when Genya looks at him in mock hurt. “[Name] loves you, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind how you propose to her.”

               “Really?”

               “Tch. I know so, idiot. Now scram and give me a sister-in-law already.”

               Genya is already barrelling out of the room, shouting “yes!” at the top of his lungs before Sanemi can react. The younger Shinazugawa storms down the hallways, doing a double take when he spots [Name] sitting on the engawa by the garden and watching the rain.

               For someone who is about to ask for his beloved’s hand in marriage, Genya feels oddly calm as he shortens the distance between the two of them. He sits beside [Name] and stares at her, quietly taking in the softness of her features when she tilts her head up to smile at him.

               Oh, gods. He really is utterly, unabashedly, deeply, and head over heels in love with her. And the tender look in her eyes when looks at him assures him that she absolutely feels the same.

               He retrieves the box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a slender silver band topped with [favourite gemstone] cut like dainty petals. Genya gently wipes the tears of joyful understanding and profound love on her face with his free hand. The question in his mouth becomes a promise of forever when he speaks.

               “I hope you’ll let me make you the happiest woman alive, [Name]. Please take me as your husband.”

               Genya gratefully and lovingly receives her kiss when she replies, “I’ll have no one else, Genya. Only you.”

               (Much to Genya’s delight, [Name] indeed tells their twin sons – with a furious blush on her face – how his wedding proposal to her went three years later. And, fairly enough for his flustered wife, he sports the same shade of red on his face when their boys begin to tease him about it.)

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chapter 7 pt. 1 - you can never be too happy in this life

'you can never be too happy in this life' damn that's it, that's the line

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a/n: wow would u look at that i'm alive lmao. i had so much planned for this chapter that i had to divide it in two. gee i hope no one suspects anything from the title. anyways im sorry for not updating more often 😭 didn't realize how time consuming funerals and emotions were. my laptop is still not working so rip me. posting on tumblr using a phone is a bitch. anyways, enjoy!

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The following days after the match had been nothing short of amazing. You'd say it's almost better than the day the triplets were born. Almost. Speaking of the triplets' birth, today was their 3rd birthday and the five of you were getting ready to go back to your hometown to celebrate with your grandparents.

Kuroo was nervous. Very much so. He was so nervous that he was quiet the whole drive there. You couldn't understand what he was so worried for, your grandparents loved him. They were so thrilled when you introduced him through a video call one time and your grandmother demanded you bring him home as soon as you can.

Chuckling softly, you reach for Kuroo's thigh. You felt him flinch then relax under your touch. He sighed then grabbed your hand with his before giving your knuckles a kiss.

"Are you nervous?" You playfully asked him to which he rolled his eyes.

"A little bit, yeah."

"A little bit?" You place your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. "Yeah, that's only a little bit."

Once again, he rolled his eyes yet said nothing. You arrived at your destination in no time, the traffic being kind to you for once. The triplets excitedly shuffle in their seats at the sight of their old home. Kuroo laughs at their impatience while helping you get them out of their seats.

Your grandparents immediately come out to welcome you and the triplets in, your grandmother peppering all four of you with kisses. Your grandfather notices Kuroo watching you from afar with a warm smile. He reaches an arm out for him, urging him to join in the hug. Kuroo was flustered yet he obliged, awkwardly placing his arms on you and your grandmother's back. Your grandmother smiles at him then pulls him down for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Welcome home, Kuroo." His eyes wells with tears.

"Thanks, ma'am."

You never knew that your heart could feel this much happiness until today. Your grandparents, sons and boyfriend happily bonding together in the living room. You felt so complete that it was almost unbelievable. Then, you remember your parents. The people who deemed you a disgrace when you needed them the most. You could still remember their disappointed looks at you paired with their harmful words.

You didn't notice Kuroo walk up to you, concern evident in his expression. Oh, you didn't notice that you were crying at all.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" He whispered as he grabbed your hands and gave them a light squeeze.

"Nothing, really, just... thinking about stuff," you assure him but he didn't seem to believe you. You sigh, "I'll tell you later if it makes you feel better, okay?"

"You better." Engulfed in his embrace, you realize how protected you felt around Kuroo. Like nothing can ever harm you ever again. You hug him back, hoping that you could express your gratitude and love for him that way.

The peaceful moment between the two of you was interrupted when three high pitched 'Papa's and 'Mama's were heard from the living room. Pulling back, you wipe your tears before turning to your three angels.

"Yes, babies?" You reply. They all hault in front of the two of you, each holding what seemed to be paper behind their backs. You glanced at your grandparents who were recording the moment then glanced at Kuroo who had crouched down to the boys' level.

"Ta-da!" They reveal colorful drawings of five stick figures holding hands together. One had scribbles for hair, one wore a skirt while the three in the middle were significantly smaller than the two. Above the drawings were messily written 'I love Mama' while below was 'I love Papa.'

For the second time that day you cried. Even more so when you saw Kuroo pulling all three boys into a hug and giving each a kiss on their foreheads. You joined the group hug, none of you noticing how your grandmother was also crying at the back.

With that, night came. The triplets had to sleep in their old shared crib in your bedroom while you occupy the bed with Kuroo. His arms were wrapped around your waist from behind as you both watch the moon from your window.

"So, can you tell me what you were thinking of earlier?" He whispered with his lips tickling your ears. You felt your heart clench but you did promise him that you'd tell him.

"Have I ever told you about... everything before college?"

"Not really. Are you okay with sharing it with me?"

"Of course I am. You deserve to know, papa." You tease to try lightening the mood. His hug tightened around you as a reassurance that he's willing to listen to you.

"When I was in first year of high school, I had a boyfriend. I don't really want to talk bad about him or point fingers as to how it all happened. We were both in it together but we were not as careful as we should've been. Then I found out I was pregnant. I was scared. Very scared." Your voice shakes as all the feelings you felt came back. Kuroo placed kisses on your nape while his thumb drew circles on the back of your hand.

"A-and then I told him. I really thought he would be there for me, I thought we would go through it with me but instead, he told me that this was not what he wanted and that he wanted to break up," by then you were full on crying. Kuroo's hushes fill your ears as he strokes your hair. "I hated him but at the same time I understood how he felt. We were too young. So, I told my parents hoping that they'd help me because, well, they're my parents. But I never should've expected anything because it broke me even more when they threw me out."

You stopped to stabilize your breathing and to quiet yourself down as the triplets were sleeping. You took a deep breath then continued;

"They said I was a disgrace. Why couldn't I be more like my cousins who were good children. The next day they gave me a choice. They said I could either get rid of 'it' or get out of the house," you take a deep breath once again. All the crying and remembering had your head throbbing but you continue. "I really considered getting an abortion. I can't believe I even thought of that. Thank God I said no. I packed my things before telling them my decision and they were furious. They threw me out the moment I told them."

You turn to Kuroo and bury your face into the crook of his neck. He hugs you tighter than he did before while rubbing comforting circles on your back.

"I was so scared. I had nowhere to go and no idea how to take care of myself and my baby." You sobbed. "Good thing grandma called and I told her everything that happened. Grandpa picked me up in an instant and ever since then they've taken care of me and the triplets. They gave me the strength and guidance that I needed at the time and I couldn't be more thankful."

Kuroo’s eyes had gotten teary when you glanced up at his face. You cup his face with your hands. “Then you came. I didn’t realize that even though I had my grandparents and the triplets I was still incomplete. You complete me, Tetsu. Thank you very much.”

The tears pooling around Kuroo’s eyes rolled down his cheeks and into your hand upon hearing your words. He placed his hand on your cheek and placed his lips into yours. The kiss shared between the two of you spoke the words you wanted to express to each other. I love you, thank you, I treasure you and so on. You pulled back to gaze at his face before placing kisses all over his face.

“I love you.” A kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” On the left cheek. “I love you.” The right cheek. “I love you.” And finally, on the lips.

You stopped and stared into his eyes, both of you sharing a warm gaze.

“I love you, Kuroo Tetsurou. So much.”

“I love you even more, (L/N) (Y/N).”

The five of you came home the next day but not before your grandmother doted on you, again. It felt like the day you moved out all over again but this time Kuroo has to endure it, too. He didn’t find it to be 'ridiculous' as you did. Apparently, his grandmother was like this to him as well when he lived with them, probably even worse.

“Take care of my darling (Y/N), okay? Never leave her side. And make sure to always make my baby boys happy.” Kuroo must have said at least a hundred 'Yes, ma'am's at the span of his conversation with your grandmother. “I leave everything to you.”

“Grandma, it’s not like we’re not going to see each other again, okay? We'll come back as soon as we can.” You say as you gently pulled you grandmother away from your boyfriend.

“You never know, darling.”

“Stop it. We'll come back soon. Love you.” You place a kiss on both her and your grandfather’s cheeks before walking to the car. You wave at them one last time before rolling up the car windows.

While driving Kuroo kept glancing at you from time to time, looking like he has something to say. It didn’t bother you at first but it had become too often. It was dangerous, seeing as he was driving at the moment, so you turn to him.

“Is there something you want to say, love?” He visibly tensed up at your sudden question.

“Well, you see, I've been thinking. Since, um,” He continued rambling for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath and getting right to the point. “Sinceialwayssleepoveranywayandtheboyskeeplookingformewheni’mgonewhydon’twejustmoveintogetherit’snotlikeit’sanydifferentright?”

You look at him confused. What did he say? You couldn’t even catch a word other than 'since.’ He concluded from the look on your face that you didn’t understand him at all so he mustered up the courage to speak again.

“I said, since I always sleep over anyway and the boys keep looking for me when I'm gone, why don't we just move in together?” You continued staring at him in confusion, but this time you were confused about why he was so nervous to ask you that in the first place. It's not like you would say no anyway.

“What were you so nervous about? Of course I'll say yes. I've been thinking about that, too.” Kuroo just wanted to pull you in his lap and give you a tight hug at that moment. Unfortunately for him, he was driving so all he could do was grab your hand and give it a kiss as he keeps his eyes on the road.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo imagines #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro imagines #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou imagine #kuroo tetsurou imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu au #haikyuu #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu scenarios #with a smile series

[mako-neexu]

WHAT IF

nene dies and while hanako is crying, watching helplessly as the light in nene’s eyes slowly fade, he starts to sing and brokenly gasping,

“Je t’aime, Je t’aime toujours, I am forever yours...”

He grasps nene’s body as tight as he can without hurting her. He tries to burn the feeling of nene against his ghostly body once more. The impending loss that will soon to come haunting every second.

he sings the rest of the song while hes shaking, scared, and hurting.

hanako is begging, pleading, wishing with all his heart, for nene’s heart beat to continue even if it was gradually slowing every moment that passes.

so he kisses her cheek, and the smile aimed at her was wobbly and his crescent-moon shaped pupils were wide, “its a good luck charm... to help ease the pain.”

Nene smiled brightly even if the pain from her body, hopes, dreams, and longing for one boy intensified, “Hanako-kun”. She brings her hand to cup his cheek. The tender action sends another wave of tears to fill Hanako’s eyes so he closes them shut until he felt his forehead against nene’s own.

“I want to stay by your side.”

Hanako wants that too. He’s longed to be with Yashiro since that day. After so many years of being alone and trapped in one location, he’s craved for nene’s warmth, her fingers that fit so perfectly against his, her bright smile, those eyes that sparkle like stars just for him. For him. Him.

“I like you, Hanako-kun!”

It... it wasnt a secret, right? Nene’s always liked Hanako beyond being a friend. The feeling is mutual. Could he actually do it? no what if she doesnt want that? but she said she wanted to stat by your side. You love her do you? Youre going to lose her. Youll be alone until that being forgives you of your sins. face it, youll never see her again. theres no such thing as reincarnation. the only way to be with her has only one way now. Then... using the bond from the mermaid scales, a few strings pulled, more sins commited and atoned, then maybe... just maybe.... they could live... here... inside the school... together forever.... build their own paradise... make their own future...never let anyone touch HeR aGAi—

Ah, Yashiro really was dying. Huh, guess I’ll miss her fat ankles.

“Honourable No. 7! Please, its time to let her go.”

Tsuchigomori jostles him out of his thoughts. He blinks away the tears that continued to cascade against his face.

“I...”

He quickly summons hakujoudai, without a second to waste, Hanako gathers Nene’s weakening body against his. He looks down at Nene’s head and gives a big childish smile, “Dont worry, Yashiro!”

“Honourable No.7, wha—“

The powerful gusts of wind from his supernatural power pushed the other wonders of the school back as well as Kou and Teru.

Hanako turns to them with big empty eyes and a deranged smile, a reflection of how the boy’s shattered mind went absolutely obliterated to dust at the mere thought of this girl, his only source of balance and warmth, was going to die in his arms.

“AHAHAHAHA, It’ll be all right, everyone!” His tone was something he used to tease Kou and Nene, when things were only simple as cleaning the bathrooms.

But it wasnt.

“Yashiro said she wanted to see the bathrooms one more time because she’ll miss cleaning it! Right, Yashiro?”

No response was given even as the seventh wonder was talking as if the girl was conscious and healthy.

Wait...is he planning to...?!!?!

“Yup! I...I really love her, you know? She said she loves me too. So it makes sense that two people who love each other should be together forever right?”

No... what Honourable No. 7’s thinking is wrong! His mental state...!

“Changing someone’s future even when at the brink of death, was absolutely impossible. Nothing like that happened.” Tsuchigomori growls. Then he stills.

But this was the boy who changed his own future.

As Tsuchigomori stares into those smiling eyes of coldness but he held Yashiro like she’s the only thing that mattered, the realization dawns upon him.

“I changed it once. I’ll change it again.”

No... One future changed a timeline! It shouldnt be altered again...! NONONONONO...NO

Hanako’s cold indifference only heightened when he sneered at them, “Dont follow us. If you do, I’ll kill you.”

(lol this was supposed to be short because i was listening to kelly sweet’s “je t’aime” but here we are lmao also i want yandere hanako thanks) no one is feeding me good yandere hanako so im making my own food, ;^; peace out

#jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #hananene #yashiro nene #hanako #amane yugi #yugi amane #fic #fic idea

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Roadtrip~CNCO Headcanon

OMG GUYS THERES 300 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME LIKE WTF IM SHOOK!!!! In celebration of that I decided to finally finish a request I received MONTHSSS ago! But I hope you guys enjoy! I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰❤️

Requested: “headcanon about the guys going on a long drive with them being the driver” by @cedanana 3 MONTHS AGO ASLKGSHFL I’M SOOOO SORRY!!! I started working on this forever ago and welp here we are now, and it’s not even good 🙃and it’s not even what you really asked for sorry bby 😔

Warnings: horrible writing skills LMAO

Author’s Note: this is wayyyyy too long to post as one so I’m posting one half today and the other half tomorrow when I finish it! So sorry for the inconvenience!

Zabdiel: Sightseeing as much of Puerto Rico!-several hours and stops

It’s your first time visiting Puerto Rico and Zabdi is sooo excited for his amor to explore his island with him

Neither of you slept much because y’all stayed up late going over your route plan for the 10th time

He wakes up earlier than you to make breakfast

Brings it to you in bed like the gentleman he is...but you’re two bites in when he starts rushing you out of pure excitement lol

You ask him to pick out your outfit bc 1.) he knows the weather and activities so he can dress you appropriately and 2.) you want him to enjoy EVERY little thing about your trip...he thinks this trip is about you but to you it’s all about him, seeing him so happy and excited makes your heart melt UWU BITCH 😭

Your first stop is to get snacks obvio

He takes you to all the cool spots close to his house to get them out of the way *insert small photo shoot*

The next destination is about an hour away so cue the carpool karaoke!!

Of course he’s singing like an angel on Earth and well let’s just say you were not that impressive YIKES

You got videos of both but only the ones of him are posted so you can keep some of your dignity lol

Zabdi being Zabdi, he randomly pulls over to the side of the road, jumps out of the car, picks a pretty flower, and gives it to you, “una belleza pa’ mi bellisima novia”

YOU LOVE THIS MAN™️

Little do you know that he has been taking secret pictures and videos of you to add to the album on his phone so whenever he has to go away on tour he can always have a piece of his amor

By the end of the trip you are completely IN LOVE with the island, appreciating all of its beauty with the love of your life

When you get back, after you’ve had a shower and are in bed you get a notification that Zabdiel De Jesus has uploaded a picture….you look over at him and he has a tiny smirk on his face and he lets out a giggle bc he uploaded the LEAST flattering picture of you from when you caught him taking a picture so you made an ugly face at him

Butttt don’t worry he also posted nice ones bc he’s nice like that

Joel: Disneyland!-Hesperia to Disneyland-under 2 hours depending on traffic

It’s Christmas time and it’s your first year spending it with Joel and his family (ok but who wouldn’t want to spend it with them?! It looks so fun!)

They all find out you’ve never been to Disney and it’s like a bullet to the chest to them LMAO

Soooo Joey has taken it upon himself to take your Disney virginity lol

He likes to be very organized so of course he made a list of which rides y’all are gonna go on and in what order

He makes sure you’re all asleep at a good time bc he knows how you get if you don’t get enough sleep lol

You two wake up a little earlier to help his mom make sandwiches and snacks for the journey

Since there are so many of y’all going you have to take two cars, his mom driving one and him driving the other

He asks everyone for songs to add to the playlist he created and y’all jam tf out

The music is so loud his mom has his little brother call you and tell y’all to TURN THAT SHIT DOWN cause they can hear it from their car OOPS

When you make it there, barely alive bc Joelito decided to get distracted by some freakin birds...yea...birds... you’re a little worried if his plan will work because it’s PACKED, I mean c’mon what did he expect around Christmas

He knows it too and he has a sad little pout on his cute face making you sad too because who wants to see this baby sad???

He just wants this to be the best first experience

What he doesn’t realize is that you could literally just sit in silence with him and you would be over the moon

You spend the day, holding hands, walking around, riding the rides, just having an amazing time

You’re having sooo much fun you don’t even think about getting some pictures together but don’t worry his brothers and cousins have it handled lmao

Your favorite is a video of you and Joel dancing when he twirls you around and pulls you back into his chest for a hug, and you definitely feel like a princess

During the drive back home, everyone in the back seats are asleep and you whisper to Joel how much fun you had and how much you love and appreciate him for everything

Homeboy wants to cry deadass lol

He holds your hand while he drives and every so often he brings it up to his mouth so he can give it a kiss

When you get home he makes you a hot chocolate and you stay up for a while just talking and enjoying each other’s company before snuggling up to go to sleep

Richard: Universal Resort!-Miami to Orlando-3 ½ hours

This papi wants to take his 2 girls out for a fun weekend, and where can you have fun all day without getting tired..? UNIVERSAL!! (not that I would actually know bc i’ve never actually been LMAO)

The 3 of you are beyond excited, although you might be a bit more excited than Aaliyah, but shhh no one has to know

The night before, you sit in Aaliyah’s room, asking her about certain outfits before putting them in her little ‘going-away-bag’, before tucking her into bed, not noticing that Richard has been watching with a smile on his face, until you hear him walking towards his baby girl to kiss her goodnight OOF

Soft Papi Richard makes you swoon™️

You guys then move to your room to pack your stuff

We all know he would take longer to pack his stuff because “this shirt matches these pants, but so does this one...i’ll take both...but what shoes tho?”

Since you’ve been so excited you already mentally planned your outfits lol and maybeee,just maybe, you bought 2 new swimsuits that you know he would drool over

You’re already in bed by the time Rich is finally done, you’re halfway asleep when he gets into bed so he just kisses your forehead and plays with your hair

In the morning, you get up a few minutes earlier than planned so you can make a few sandwiches and a few other snacks, but you already know they’re gonna be gone within the first hour so a pitstop for food is a must lol

CNCO is playing the entire ride because Aaliyah wants to hear Papa sing, but who are you kidding, you want to hear your angel sing too

When you finally get to Universal you quickly get to your room and leave just as fast as you got there lol

Y’all spend the entire first day going on rides and just walking around admiring all the beautiful things

You and Richard are both half asleep on the way back to the room, and Aaliyah is asleep in his arms

The next morning (almost lunch because y’all wore yourselves out lmao) you have brunch in bed and watch a movie for a while before getting ready to go to the pool!

Let’s just say that your man’s jaw drops real quick, and he most def can’t keep his hands off of you

You spend a few hours at the pool, enjoying the water and the sun before heading back to the room to take a nap before dinner

Y’all were going to a somewhat fancier restaurant so you spent a bit more time doing your hair and makeup before putting on a beautiful dress

You then get Aaliyah into her dress and you do her hair all cute and shit while Richard is finishing getting ready

After dinner comes desert obviously so back to the park you go to find some ice cream!

You quickly but thoroughly enjoy it before heading back to the room to change into comfy clothes for the drive back home

#cnco #cnco imagines #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine #cnco fanfic #zabdiel de jesus fanfic #joel pimentel #joel pimentel imagine #joel pimentel fanfic #cnco headcanon #richard camacho #richard camacho imagine #richard camacho fanfic

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If I Could Make A Wish

(Pt2)

Pt1

Word count:1,088

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The café was filled with tired students and equally tired professors.

Gigi sits with jerico in a corner right up the Window, the wall like decoration separated them with the people right besides them.

--i know a great tea you could try

--oh please do tell

--its Arab Tea with Cardamom and Cinnamon, youre going to love it

Jerico was a picky eater and equally picky tea drinker.

--sounds good, lets order that

There wasnt really something to talk about.

Jerico hated talking about school.

Gigi hears jer sigh deeply with worry.

--whats up?

The djinn asked.

--its nothing really,im just missing my brother thats all..

He spends so much time going from desert to desert , and a very special holiday is coming up back at my home and I dont want to miss it,its usually celebrated with family and Friends...

--what is he after exactly?he sounds desperate as a djinn without their lamp

The dragon seems to chuckle and looks away--hes after the lamp of his ancestor... he was a djinn too

The tea arrives with some cupcakes to accompany them.

--maybe I can go with you to that holiday-- the djinn said-- you dont have to go alone

Jeri's eyes lit up-- would you go with me?

--Of course! When is it exactly?

--in three days

--do I have to wear anything in specific?

--no no..you dont have to maybe I can come up with something similar to what we wear , how do you feel about terra's style?

--oh, I really like it,the colours are too earthy for me but i gladly wear them for you

And her cheeks went red.

Jerico could only contain her giggles--that means a lot thanks gigi, ill talk with a friend see what I can get for you okay?

--ok --okay

And so evening goes by, the moon slowly makes her way up to the Sky.

--ill see you tomorrow then

--yeah, diesection class?

--Yeah, ill see you around gigi

And then jerico says something in a language she recognizes.

djinn tongue

Her cheeks heat up as she also says goodbye and makes her way back to home.

The Next couple of days went by quickly, and finally there they were, gigi looks in the mirror of jericos house,the outfit was a mix of djinn clothing and terran style.

She looked beautiful.

The djinn and the dragon walk side by side in the festival, lively music plays as the old terran women singed and told the tales of old.

Their hands brush togheter and shyly their fingers intertwine.

Both would be lying if they said they dont feel the chemistry between the two of them.

--oh you gotta hear this one

Jer tightens her grip on gigis hand and she runs towards one of the stages that were set up.

An old woman of wich jerico couldnt quite recognize but still seemed familiar started talking.

She was pale and with a long black hair , a scar across her left eye covered by her dark locks.

-- a long time now, there was a faery that lived in a willow tree.

She had hair like Fire, emerald eyes and a beautiful voice.

A young Man heard her singing, and followed the sound towards her.

For Many Many days he tried to court her, but nothing seemed to work.

The young Man, brought down her ancient tree, and took the faery out of her forest.

When she was far away just at the entrance of the Woods she collapsed and faded into a flower, that would Bloom for a bright eve.

The Man...understanding his greed called upon Ray, the god of providence, who made a pact with the goddes of life to bring back the faery and her tree in exchange for her soul.

The soul of the Man was embeded into the old willow,so he could stay with the faery to Keep her company....

This story show us that we dont realize what we have until we lose it,and that love is stronger than the gods themselves ...

Gigi looks at jerico who had her eyes sparkling with ilusion.

The djinn suddenly feels a tug on her stomach,as the dragon goes to get something to eat, she runs as the sensation of familiar magic strenghtens.

Another djinn was close.

She ran and ran until she found him.

Sitting alone in a corner.

--excuse me?

Gigi asked.

A Man looks up, its evident that genie blood coursed through his veins.

The same blood as hers.

--youre a genie too --the Man says -- I suppose youre gigi Grant, jerico told me about you

--jerico?...so youre her brother...her half djinn brother

--Im aajab halba, yeah, I am...have you seen her around?

--yeah actually im with her

--do you mind taking me to her?

--Not at all, this way

And so they walk in silence, not uncomfortable silence but rather familiar one, after all they were genies too.

--so jerico talks about me?what does she say?

Aajab chuckles and crosses his arms-- you havent realized by now?

--re realize what?

--oh come on,you know what im talking about, youre a genie too, you tellin me you dont have a crush on her?

Genies cant lie to eachother...Its too obvious even for them.

-- fine and what about it?

--she has a crush on you too,I know my sister damn well

--oh my Ra!

Jerico runs towards aajab hugging him tightly.

The Man hugs back

--مرحبا الهوام

(Hey rascal)

Jeris eyes water -- gv vcgizñe (I missed you)

--Me too me too...

--gigi hes aajab,my djinn brother

--Yeah we met--the Man says-- she brought me to you , anyway im hungry ill give you guys some privacy

The half djinn goes to a food stand.

--they have to kiss

A familiar voice says.

--Dont jinkx it Ray...

--thanks for bringing him to me gigi

Jer steps closer grabbing her hands.

-- no need to, I know terrans value family very high...and its nice to meet someone like me

--Its nice that I have met you

Both chuckle and press their foreheads togheter

--gv zom

--What does that mean?

--its terran for 'I love you'

Gigi is taken back for a bit before pressing her lips against jers.

Jerico hugs her waist holding her close.

--hungry?

Both meet the others gaze, breaking the hug while holding hands.

--yeah ,starving

--Oh let me show you this youre going to love it!

And so off they went to enjoy the festival.

Love above all,above the gods.

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/o tag #f/os #f/o fic #gigi

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 27

Your dizzy spells have gotten worse, but it’s time for you and Yoongi to shine.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Floof

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Okay. Okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Fine fine fine fine. Fine. Fine–

A knock at your door interrupts your whirlwind of overthinking, and when you open it you see your downstairs neighbor tapping his foot impatiently.

“Oh, hi there, Soobin. What can I do for you?” You’re cautiously polite, reasonably sure that by this point your neighbor despises you– when you flooded your apartment, his was also damaged, and your obnoxious alarms at all hours have probably driven him crazy.

Soobin yawns. “It’s two in the morning, y/n. I understand if you’re stressed or something. However, your pacing is making it hard to sleep.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks turn red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“Get some sleep,” your neighbor advises. “I’m not trying to pry, but it’s hard to ignore when you’ve been pacing for the better part of an hour.”

“Yes- I will.” You apologize again before saying goodnight, and once you close the door you sigh and lean your forehead against the smooth wood. You’ve never felt so nervous in your life– just thinking about tomorrow raises goosebumps on your arms and makes your heart stutter.

You’re going to kiss Yoongi.

You. Are going. To kiss. Min Yoongi.

Well, your character is going to kiss Yoongi’s character. But still.

The first time you saw Yoongi, back when he called himself Agust, you’d fainted. Just seeing him was enough to overwhelm you entirely and make you lose any semblance of dignity. And now, that man, your idol, your dream, is going to kiss you.

As you climb into bed, you pray that you’ll be able to at least keep your balance tomorrow. Today. Whatever. You need sleep.

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

You shoot upwards, jolted unpleasantly out of an equally unpleasant dream. “Son of a bitch,” You groan, rubbing your temples. Your head hurts terribly, and the comments you’ve been reading online followed you once again into sleep.

@captainkookie21: hey throwback to when @yourname was a no-name who didn’t sleep her way to the top, amirite? Our boys are too good for her lmao

@seventeengoingonseokjin: im so conflicted about #MoonOverTheSea like?? Do I stan because Yoongi? Do I hate because @yourname? What’s the protocol

@namjoonforpresident: Y’all there’s a rumor that there’ll be a #MoonOverTheSea footage leak lmfao didn’t they barely start filming

@bangtan-uwus: unpopular opinion but fuck @yourname and everything she stands for. I’d understand if she were actually famous but she aint and she doesn’t deserve yoongi

@captainkookie21: @bangtan-uwus lol you mean popular opinion

“Ugh.” You bury your face in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut tight, tight enough to keep everything out. There’s an emptiness in your chest so heavy that it hurts to breath, and you’re dizzy again– these spells have been happening more often lately.

Suddenly, your phone rings. The noise makes you jump and scramble to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/n~ how are you, darling?” Lisa sings in your ear.

You force yourself to relax, force your voice to lighten for your friend’s sake. “Yeah, I’m great. How ‘bout you?”

“Tut-tut. This isn’t about me, hon. Second day of filming! How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, um– you know, good. Fine.”

“Convincing,” Lisa replies dryly. “Well, I’m downstairs. I can give you a lift to the set if you want?”

“Thanks, I’ll be right down.” You rush to gather your things and join Lisa in her car.

"We’re not going to film in the studio today,” you tell her. “We’re going to some outdoor location.”

“Ah, tell me the address?”

You read it to her off your phone and spend the rest of the car ride anxiously tapping as Lisa chatters. Yoongi. Yoongi. You’re going to kiss him, just like in your dream, the one you can’t even force yourself to forget.

“By the way, I’ve been noticing some mean stuff on Twitter lately...” Lisa says cautiously, and you freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lisa scoffs. “You need to tell me if it’s getting out of hand.”

“I’m fine, Lisa.”

“I’m feeling just fine, fine, fine,” Lisa sings as she parks. “If you say so, girl. Have a good day, yeah? Tell me everything!”

“You know I will.”

Lisa’s eyes narrow. “Do I know that? I’m just kidding. See ya!”

“Bye...?”

You turn and walk to where the film crew has set up tents and trailers. You spot Avery, and judging by her frazzled expression she’s clearly somehow slept less than you.

“Oh, thank god, y/n. Please tell me you’re the one decent member of this cast,” Avery exclaims when you approach.

“Uh... what?”

“The two leads aren’t cooperating because they’re jealous you and Yoongi have been in front of the camera most,” an assistant supplies. “And since the schedule changed and we have to film your outdoor kiss first, they’re both refusing to be onset today.”

Right. The kiss. Almost on cue, Yoongi shows up, moving through the star-struck crew.

“Are we getting started?” He asks Avery, not looking you in the eye.

“Yes. Yes! We are. Hair and makeup, both of you. I want you onset next to those trees in half an hour. If we have to do more than ten takes for any scene, I might go crazy. It’s fine. Everything is fine.” Avery says in a very not-fine way. Unwilling to provoke your director, you scurry off to hair and makeup, only relaxing when Yoongi is out of sight.

But you’re friends. And you’re only acting. This tension isn’t normal. You’re just friends. Why are you so damn nervous?

The period clothing is heavy, and too warm in the noon sun. Because your clothes and makeup are simpler, you trundle onset before Yoongi arrives, and spend the extra few minutes reviewing your lines.

Avery stands next to the camera along with the cinematographer and several assistants. At last, Yoongi walks up to you. You want to tease him about how dashing he looks, but for once the words fail you: how can you joke when it’s the truth? Yoongi is undeniably handsome, but now... he looks royal. He looks perfect.

Avery quickly walks you and Yoongi through the scene, including where you’ll move and when. “Y/n, we’ll start with your line, okay? Take one. Ready, and... action!”

“Isn’t the sunshine lovely today, Mr. Moon?” you sing sweetly as you walk with Yoongi across the field, cameras surrounding you.

“Not half as lovely as you, Miss Kim– though I do wish you would call me Sung-Min.” Yoongi looks at you for the first time today and you feel your cheeks heat up.

You laugh off the sudden rush of affection. “Then I am Ji-Woo. Even though it is hardly appropriate–”

Yoongi grasps your hands in his, and you nearly gasp. This wasn’t in the script.

“I no longer care what is appropriate, Ji-Woo. After all...” he pauses, the corners of his catlike eyes crinkling. “I fell in love with you, didn’t I?”

You giggle modestly, but the intensity of his gaze combined with your intertwined fingers makes you feel like something inside you is falling apart.

“I suppose you did,” you reply, keeping your voice level as Yoongi leads you to the large flat rock Avery pointed out earlier. With a swish of your skirts you settle yourself upon the rock, spine straight, hands folded in your lap. Yoongi stands in front of you.

“Won’t you sit down, Sung-Min?”

“What? Oh, yes.” Yoongi becomes more agitated, and begins pacing in front of you. Much like, you think bemusedly, your own behavior last night. “Y/n, I–”

“Cut!” Avery hollers, and you’re brought back to reality. “Yoongi, she’s Ji-Woo, remember?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” Yoongi nods quickly, looking embarrassed.

Your director sighs. “It’s fine– it’s going great so far. Why don’t we keep going from Yoongi’s line? Ready, and... action!”

“Ji-Woo, I’ve been meaning to ask you...”

“Yes?” You’re only supposed to look nervous, so why do you feel your heartbeat quickening?

“I love you, Kim Ji-Woo. I love you truly, fervently, and with every part of myself.” Yoongi takes a breath and with a start you realize you’ve been holding yours. “I think I was besotted from the moment I met you, and every day since has done nothing but intensify my affection. And so, I must ask you– will you do me the honor and privilege, on this day and all days hence, of becoming my wife?”

The tears are there before you have to summon them: Yoongi is kneeling before you, his eyes wide, pleading, hopeful, beautiful. You press your lips together and nod happily and Yoongi’s face lights up with euphoric disbelief and he rises, and he hugs you tightly, so tightly, and when he at last pulls away you’re left looking at each other, eyes wide, mouths inches apart, and you don’t dare breathe.

It’s for the drama. Just friends. Just–

And you have no more time to think because he’s kissing you, Min Yoongi is kissing you and he’s kissing you gently, lovingly, his lips are so soft against yours and he tastes like mangoes for some reason and you reach up to rest your hands on his shoulders and he cups your cheek as though protecting a flower and all this goes through your head in about two seconds because he’s kissing you and there’s nothing more distracting in the world.

After perhaps an eternity you break apart, and Avery once more yells “Cut! Great, we should do another take just in case.”

But you can’t hear her too well: your head hurts again, and you feel another dizzy spell about to hit you, but this one much stronger than the ones you’ve been experiencing lately, and your balance feels off and you’re tired, so tired–

Yoongi must notice. “Y/n, are you oka–”

“I am going to faint,” you announce, before your eyes flutter shut and the world turns to black.

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prom — wang ziyi

summary: a lavish prom experience wasn’t exactly what you wanted. all you needed is ziyi to be by your side for this to be considered a perfect night. pairing: boyfriend!ziyi x reader a/n: linong + zhengting + xiaogui + xukun + chengcheng + yanjun + zhangjing + other members to come soon

BEFORE PROM

you and ziyi have been dating for quite a while, so you guys were automatically prom dates without even having to mention it

“are you going to prom?”

“idk are you going?”

“i’ll go if you go”

“okay”

“so are you going????”

unlike the others, there was no need for him to do a giant promposal that causes the whole school to look at you

you were both on the casual side and liked to keep things to yourself

when it came to finding the perfect dress to wear for the night, ziyi decided he wanted to jump along to keep you company

“i’m sorry that you’re here with me. i feel like i’m just dragging you along.”

“why are you apologizing? i want to be here with you. this was my choice after all.”

he always knew how to put you in a good mood just by the choice of his words

even though ziyi was charming, he was no help at all because whenever you tried on a dress and asked for his opinion, he always said “you look beautiful in it.”

“i understand that you’re in love with me, but i need a serious opinion.”

this then resulted in him being in charge of taking photos of you in your dress, so you could send it to your friends and ask for their opinions instead

zhangjing: y/n... that dress isn’t cute at all. i can’t believe ziyi said you looked nice in it

zhangjing: sometimes you just have to drop that boy even if he’s so cute 😩🚫

PROM DAY

to be honest, you and ziyi are sort of inseparable

on school days, he’d come over to your house and study with you until the moon rises (depending on how long he stays, he sometimes has dinner with you and your family)

while on the weekends you two would have a small date at home, go out to explore the city or even hang out with your guys friends together

no matter what, you two were always with one another

if you weren’t able to see ziyi in person then you’d resolve the issue by facetiming him

just like today

let’s imagine you have an iphone #teamiphone

while you were getting ready for prom, you facetimed ziyi as he did the same on the other line

“you know, it’s considered bad luck if we saw each other before the event.” ziyi brought up as you curled your hair

“that only occurs when you’re getting married. remember, we’re going to prom.” you playfully roll your eyes

“then are you going to facetime me on our wedding day too?”

“can i receive a ring first?” you joked around with him

“you know that i can give you one anytime you please.”

you wanted to die because why was ziyi so CHARISMATIC

once you two were done getting ready, you ended your facetime call with him as he left to your house

you were quite surprised to see ziyi drive up to your driveway with expensive car and his handsome self

sometimes you forget how rich this boy is

i don’t know how much cars cost, but let’s just imagine this is a rich ass car that not everyone can afford

since he’s the best boyfriend ever, he always remembers to open and close the car door for you every time

sometimes, he even buckles in your seatbelt for you

it’s super cheesy, but it’s cute, so you don’t really mind

ONE HAND ON THE STEERING WHEEL ONE ON YOUR THIGH SHSKSHSKSK

while arriving at prom and entering the venue, ziyi notices how your dress is dragging on the floor

since your dress was too long for you, he decided to hold the back of your dress, so it doesn’t become dirty by touching the ground

he continues to do this for the rest of the night

just like everyone else, you two join the wide group of students and dance

when a circle forms on dance floor, ziyi is the first person to go in and show off his breakdancing skills

im still pressed over the fact that idol producer didnt show much of how good dancer ziyi is

in the middle of prom, you get warned out from dancing so much

you decided to sit down and ziyi follows you from behind (as usual)

he lets you rest your head on his shoulder

ziyi could be out there dancing, but he chose to be with you instead and watch you fall asleep on him

“you know, you come off as a cold guy to other people, but i’ve always thought of you to be warm and cozy.” you randomly say as you open your eyes, still resting your head on his shoulder

“was that a compliment?” he questions you as he raises an eyebrow

“trust me, that’s more than a compliment. it means that i feel like i’m at home with you and that’s the best it could get.”

without saying more, ziyi brushes the loose pieces of hair out of your face and holds your hand right afterwards

“y/n, i’m madly in love with you.”

it wasn’t your first time hearing that ziyi loved you, so you already knew how he felt about you. although, you still get butterflies whenever he did proclaim it

“you better be.” you giggled, squeezing his hand a tad bit. “i’ll always love you.”

it was true, you’ll always have a particular love for ziyi and he’ll also always have a special place in your heart no matter where the future will take you two

he was your first boyfriend and you were able to learn valueable lessons from him

you prayed that there will be a future for you two and he did the same

“should we go dance now?” you ask while rising up from your position

“let’s stay like this for a little longer.” ziyi grabs a hold of you and lightly pushes your head back onto his shoulder

you beam a smile as you gracefully snuggle into him

AFTER PROM

there was a party happening after prom, but ziyi secretly didn’t want you to attend it

he said, “it’s up to you if you want to go.” because he cares about your viewpoint and wants you to make your own free choices

the reason he didn’t want you to go was because there would be endless supplies of alcohol at the party and he didn’t want you to become intoxicated

all he wants is for you to stay on the safe side

you understood where he was coming from, so you decided to not go to the party

parties like these weren’t your type either

also you had a curfew

your parents wanted you to be home by 12am

with that being said, ziyi wanted to make sure you arrive exactly on time

“why are you driving so fast?”

“your parents want you home, so i need to get you thERE ASAP.”

he’s on good terms with your parents, so he’ll do whatever they say to continue to be on their good side

once you arrive home, ziyi opens your door and you automatically fall into his arms

you grasped his back while he also held you in his arms as he leaves a soft kiss upon your forehead

“i don’t want to leave you.” you quietly say as you dig your head into his chest, carefully listening to his heart beat

“we’re going to see each other on monday, so don’t worry about it.” he reassured you as he ruffled your hair right after

he drags you to your doorway, so you could finally go inside your house. he then proceeds to walk back to his car after he says his final goodbye to you

when your mother opened the door to let you in, she had a disappointed look on her face

“your father and i didn’t mean you really had to come back at 12. i wish you stayed out a little longer.”

your mother knew how fun life was when your in your youth years, so she wanted you to do whatever you wished to pursue

“does this mean, you don’t want me home?” you were slightly confused, but you slyly wanted to make a run for it and run back inside ziyi’s car

“i just wished you rebelled instead of following our rules.”

without responding back to your mother, you suddenly ran back to ziyi’s car and hopped in the front seat to reunite with him

“what are you doing here?” ziyi asked with a shock expression

ziyi usually waits inside his car until you officially enter your house, just so he knows you arrived safely

but this time he didn’t realize the conversation you were just having with your mother

“start driving.” you excitedly say while buckling in your seatbelt

“where to?” his lips curved into a mischievous smile

“anywhere as long as i’m with you.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ace-pidge!! :’D you said you were craving shunkeith and you mentioned something about a parenthood au, so i took that and ran. 

i tried to add as much autumn imagery as i could (and you can probably obviously tell that im weak for spouses sharing clothes….)

(you ALSO mentioned that you’d like some hunk-centered and keith-centered fics so OF COURSE i added that as well, because what am i??? a heathen??)

I hope you have the best birthday ever <3 LOVE YOU HOPE YOU ENJOY

Early September

It was morning when Shiro woke to the soft noises of their fussy child, bundled up in soft blankets in her bassinet.

He rubbed at his eyes, stifling a yawn as he rolled over in bed to watch her. She had been adopted not even a few months prior, but Shiro was head over heels in love with her from the very first moment she’d peeked at him behind half-opened eyelids.

Her eyes were a warm brown, bigger than the moon and more expressive than the ocean. And she had the roundest, most perfect nose that scrunched up whenever she was hungry, like it was now. Her cheeks were so unbearably chubby and round that Shiro often found himself pressing against them when he hugged or burped her.

She made a fussy noise again, and he quickly rolled out of bed before the other two occupants could wake.

Keith took up his vacated spot almost instantly, seeking the warmth Shiro left behind. He was cuddled up snug against Hunk’s backside, legs tangled with the latter’s, but they both stayed deep asleep.

From the looks of the light filtering through the drapes on their windows, it was maybe nine in the morning? She was probably very hungry, then.

He leaned down to coo at her softly, pressed his fingers against her chin to calm her. “I’m here, baby girl.”

She kicked her legs, and he lifted her up to his shoulder. She nuzzled against the warm curve of his neck, burying her face there, and the soft tuft of hair at the top of her head tickled at his ear.

Along the way out the door, he stole Hunk’s hoodie to put on while he waited for a bottle to warm up.

Shiro yawned again, halfway down the hall. The walls were lined with medals and silly family photos they’d taken over years. He paused in front of a particular photo, right next to the archway that led to the kitchen. It was a picture from their college graduation, where Keith had gotten a bit too buzzed and kissed both Hunk and Shiro across the lips before he passed out in the back of Hunk’s truck.

That had been before they’d ‘officially’ gotten together, but Shiro was glad Keith had done it when he did, or else the three of them would have never gotten the courage.

The photo itself was of them, hooking their arms across each other’s necks. Shiro had been taken by surprise, when Lance had pointed a camera at them and screamed, “Say cheese!”

His plate of chocolate cake had nearly fallen as Hunk hooked him into the side-hug, and that could clearly be seen in the photograph. Keith, on the other side of Hunk, was hiding a half-smile against Hunk’s forearm, obviously pleased at the touch. A flush from the alcohol already stained his cheeks, and Shiro could almost see the way his eyes sparkled that night.

Hunk was beaming bright, his graduation cap hanging around his neck. He didn’t even hesitate to drag the other two into a hug, and Shiro remembered it feeling incredibly warm.

Hunk always did give the best hugs.

The tile was cold against his bare feet when he finally entered the kitchen, and he shivered so hard that his daughter was jarred out of her half-asleep lull. She voice her dissatisfaction loud in his ear with a half-garbled yell, and he quickly patted her on the back with a soft ‘hush’.

She was still wrapped in her blankets, so he untangled her and laid them on the counter in order to fight against the cold when he set her down upon it. She was old enough to sit up on her own, which is what she did as he grabbed the ingredients he needed. He kept a close eye on her, so that she wouldn’t tumble off the edge, but she didn’t seem interested in doing so in the slightest. Instead, she was more focused on sticking her fingers between her toes and nodding off.

The bottle was quickly prepared, microwaved, and tested on the inside of Shiro’s wrist. That last part was hard to do, since he’d left his prosthesis off before he’d left the bedroom, but he’d had enough practice with bottle-feeding one handed that it wasn’t as much of a hassle as it could have been. When the temperature came out perfectly, he carried her and the bottle over to the living room and plopped on the couch. Only when she was comfortably nestled in her blankets again, and he’d securely hooked her against his thigh and the end of the couch so that her head was still elevated, did he press the nipple against her mouth and let her eat.

She fussed a bit more, just because she could, before she took the offered food into her mouth and suckled greedily. Shiro wiped at his tired eyes with his shoulder and looked out at their backyard.

Thick blankets of fallen autumn leaves lined every inch of their fenced yard. A plethora of beautiful colors were illuminated by the sun’s rays, sparkling with the morning dew that had yet to evaporate.

He could see a squirrel running across the patio, with a twig in its mouth. For some reason, that image made him laugh, especially when the squirrel dove into the sea of crunchy leaves and disappeared up the large tree.

Down the hall, he could hear two sets of footsteps padding across the carpet. “What’s so funny?” Keith asked as he passed the couch, smiling down at the image Shiro painted while cradling their child close.

“Just enjoying the morning.” He said, handing off the empty bottle to Keith’s waiting palm. Hunk ambled into the kitchen behind him, drowning in the blankets from the bed. He always took the longest to wake up in the mornings, even if he loved them more than Shiro and Keith combined.

Keith leaned down to peck Shiro across the lips, letting his free hand drift down to rub his thumb across their baby’s cheek, wiping away a bit of drool before he wandered into the kitchen. Already, she was on her way to falling asleep again. Even more so, now that the rest of her family had arrived.

Keith, like Shiro, was wearing something of Hunk’s. The sweater dwarfed him in size, and hung low until it was tickling at his knees. He looked damn cozy, though, especially when he let the sleeves cover his hands as he took an offered mug from Hunk and lifted it to his nose to breathe in the comforting scent of the coffee.

While Hunk waited for his own cup to finish brewing, he waddled over to Keith and smothered him in a hug. The blanket covered both of them from head to toe, and Shiro could hear the way Keith laughed even underneath it, face pressed against Hunk’s chest. Shiro hoped Keith didn’t drop his cup, with the two of them tangled like that.

Careful not to jostle the sleeping babe, he turned halfway on the couch to watch the two of them. Just the very top of Keith’s head could be seen, where it was nestled under Hunk’s chin as they mumbled soft words to one another. One of Keith’s hands had snaked out to curl around what Shiro assumed was Hunk’s waist, and the two of them slowly rocked together, in the world’s softest, sleepiest waltz.

When they broke apart at the coffee machine’s bell, Hunk and Shiro caught eyes. The former smiled, glancing away only to pour himself a cup without burning his fingers. “You look like you’re in love.”

Keith hopped over the couch (Literally. He literally jumped over the back of the couch and landed on the other side perfectly unharmed.) without spilling a single drop of coffee, placing the warm, decorated mug on their round table. It had little leaves engraved at the lip that Hunk always cursed about when they had to clean dried coffee from the tiny nooks.

Hunk followed shortly after, choosing not to jump over the couch, but to walk around it like a sensible person. Along the way, he kissed Shiro on the forehead before he stole the middle spot between him and Keith.

He tugged the blanket over his legs, spreading it out so it covered both of his husbands’ as well. Then, he sunk into the plush leather of the couch and let his coffee warm him up from the inside out.

“I am.” Shiro murmured, glancing down at the baby girl in his arms. She had smushed her face against his chest and was drooling on it heavily. A wet spot formed just above his heart, and he knew it would dry cold and probably freeze his nipple off.

“Hm?” Came the distracted inquiry as Keith dug around the couch cushions for the remote. He found it buried underneath Hunk’s thigh, and he pinched it as punishment for Hunk hiding it. Hunk retaliated by touching his cold toes against Keith’s calf, causing the latter to squeal as a shiver coursed up his spine.

Shiro grinned, stealing a sip from Hunk’s coffee cup while they were distracted. “Don’t worry about it.”

In the next hour, they calmed down enough to cuddle close and watch a movie. Keith stole their daughter to hold for himself, taking up the left side of the couch. He laid atop Hunk, buried completely under the covers that the three of them were too lazy to tote back to the bedroom and exchange for something less bulky. Shiro took up the right side, and the bottom of their sleep-pile. His legs would probably be asleep by the time they decided to get up, but he wouldn’t complain.

Keith and Hunk dozed off like that, in one tangled mess of a family. And Shiro watched over them, half-listening to whatever movie Keith had turned on. His sweater, switched out from the drooled-on hoodie he’d stolen, was so comfortable it felt like one of the warmest hugs he’d ever gotten, and Shiro fell asleep to that; the feeling of his chest being so warm, and his heart so full of happiness that it was near bursting.

He’d never been so in love in his life.

Mid October

Hunk kicked his feet through the neat pile of leaves Keith had raked in the corner of their yard, spraying the warm colors all across the wet ground. He heard Keith sigh heavily, and a mischievous grin grew on his face as he turned to regard the other.

“You’re cleaning that.”

Keith leaned against his rake, which was missing two rungs and rusted on the handle. He was bundled up as if it were the middle of a snow storm, with a thick winter jacket on that swaddled his middle, a knitted hat Shiro had made for him, and two pairs of gloves. The only thing missing was his scarf, which had gotten wet when he’d gone outside and slipped on their porch, sailing headfirst into a pile of heavy, freshly fallen leaves.

“Of course.” Hunk agreed. He probably wouldn’t clean it today, but… Keith didn’t need to know that. Instead, he began hopping up and down in the leaves and splattering Keith’s boots in the cold mist. It always was wet where they lived, no matter how much it hadn’t rained.

On the porch sat Shiro and their daughter. He was watching them, half-asleep, as he rocked her to sleep. It was mid-morning, but Shiro had been up late the night prior helping Keith finish an assignment for the business class he’d decided to take (only to promptly hate. Shiro convinced him to keep going at it though, and it was too late to drop the class, anyway.)

Keith dropped the rake and stretched his arms above his head. “You sure are rambunctious.”

“It was the yoga.” Hunk said, striking a pose on one leg for his husband. “Keeps me invigorated.”

“Do they sell that in a can, or...?” Keith cracked a smile, gathering some leaves that had fallen into the hood of his jacket and throwing them at Hunk.

Hunk dodged, nearly slipping and falling back into the destroyed leaf-pile. Keith pushed him down, and Hunk shrieked as the cold from the ground seeped into his hoodie. “Keith!”

Shiro startled at the sudden noise, and they could hear their daughter fussing at them, as if demanding for them to stop so she could get the cuddles she wanted, undisturbed.

Keith threw another leaf at Hunk, and it smacked him in the face.

“Whoops.” He said, completely unapologetic, as he helped Hunk to stand.

Hunk quickly stole him for a hug, transferring some of the cold to the bundled up roll that Keith was, and he lifted him up to spin him around. Keith didn’t struggle, used to the treatment after years of them dating. Instead, when Hunk dropped him and the dizziness had left his eyes, he plucked the leaf from Hunk’s face and pressed a kiss against the tip of his cold nose.  

They wandered back towards the porch, and Hunk definitely did not sneak the leaf down the back of Keith’s shirt along the way.

He kissed Shiro on the forehead when they arrived, and Shiro responded with a pleased hum. His eyes didn’t open in the slightest, and he looked like a pampered cat the way he was lazing in the sun. All that was missing was a tail swaying at his back.

“Sleepy?” Keith asked, tugging his gloves off with his teeth. First came the yarn-woven ones, which were covered in dirt. Hunk grimaced. Then, came the leather ones, which only covered up to his knuckles.

Shiro hummed again, an affirmative, before he cracked open his eyes. “Hungry, too.”

Keith stole the dozing baby from Shiro’s arms, murmuring soft nothings at her as she wiggled in her blanket and onesie.

“We should go eat, then. Want to go out?” Hunk hooked his hand in Shiro’s and ran his thumbs across his cold knuckles. He brought each hand up to his lips and blew a warm puff of air over them, heating them quickly.

Shiro shook his head. “We should stay in and cuddle.” He suggested instead. “And nap.”

“We always do that.” Hunk said, smiling. The fall always made them extremely lethargic. As did the mornings and the nights, and the time just after lunch. As well as the cold, and the extreme heat. Hunk was beginning to think they just liked cuddling each other too much to admit they had a problem.

Keith was already standing in the doorway when Hunk looked up, watching them with a strange smile on his lips and a quirk of his brow.

Hunk helped Shiro stand, and kept holding his hands as he led the latter towards the couch. He waddled the entire way, eyes closed. He probably wasn’t as tired as he was pretending to be, but Hunk would spoil him anyway.

He pressed a kiss against Shiro’s cheek as he sat him on the couch. Keith took up his right side, leaning his head against Shiro’s shoulder as he kicked his fuzzy socks off. They’d left their boots at the door, of course— because who wanted to clean up muddy water from their carpet? Not them.

Hunk, stealing their darling daughter along the way, took Keith’s jacket as he went to the kitchen, tossing it on the nearby coat rack that stood just outside the archway. His dwarfed Keith’s in size when he set it on the next rung, and the sight had an endearing heat pooling in his belly.

Tiny fists curled around his chin, and he pecked a kiss against her soft face as he began to heat up milk for the three of them. He would be making hot cocoa to warm them up before they settled down for a nice, relaxing Sunday.

She had already had a warm bottle of milk about an hour before they’d gone outside, but Hunk prepared another anyway. She always did like to eat, just like her dads did. (Shiro and Hunk could eat half a buffet if they actually tried, honestly. And Keith, if antagonized enough, could eat the rest on his own.)

He stirred the milk in the pot, clicking his tongue to the beat of a song he couldn’t remember the lyrics to anymore. A bit splashed out and soaked into his sweater, and he quickly dabbed it out with a nearby towel. He was wearing one of Shiro’s old college sweaters; the letters had faded years ago, long before they’d even thought of adopting their baby girl. The logo wasn’t the right colors anymore, and there was a small, mended tear just under the armpit that scratched at Hunk’s skin when he lifted his arm.

She cooed when he moved, rocking from one heel to another. Out of all of them, she loved it when Hunk bounced her the most. Hunk liked to think it was because he was just the best at hugging.

The baby bottle was warm against his palm, but just right for her sensitive tongue. He carefully tilted her head the way he’d practiced for months with a stuffed doll and let her eat as much as she wanted.

Her hands wrapped around the plastic just below the nipple, kneading it as she languidly filled her belly.

A fond sigh escaped him, and he had to resist smooching her across the face. He didn’t want to mess up her process.

She only ate about half the bottle, but that was fine. They had plenty to spoil her with later, whenever she wanted.

The hot cocoa was assembled mostly by muscle memory. Shiro liked a lot of whipped cream, piled so high that it coated his nose when he took a sip. Keith liked the giant, puffy marshmallows that were soft when he bit into them, instead of the dehydrated ones that came with the cocoa mix. Hunk also sprinkled a bit of cinnamon over both of their drinks, just enough to add to the aroma.

The sink squealed when he turned it on to wash his hands, and he made a quick mental note to check that out whenever he had the time next. Probably tomorrow, after he raked the leaves.

He hooked two mugs on either of his forefingers, and carried the other in the crook of his elbow. With his empty elbow, he supported their child’s back and let her rest her weight entirely on his shoulder. It was a common pose for him to adopt, even if she’d only been in the family for half a second.

Ever so carefully, one step at a time, he walked back into the living room.

As expected, Shiro was knocked out when he rounded the couch. His legs were curled on Keith’s laps, and Keith reached up to grab the babe from Hunk’s hold. She easily took up the space between them and Keith’s stomach, her head curling against Keith’s chest.

Hunk set Keith’s drink on a coaster in front of him and pecked him on the lips.

“Thanks.” Keith said, softly. His free hand laid against Shiro’s thigh, gently patting it as he rubbed circles against their baby’s back.

“Of course.” Hunk said, almost offended. He took a sip of his own drink and let the chocolate coat his tongue, taking a whiff of the faint cinnamon scent. Yummy.

He sat down on the recliner they rarely used, near Shiro’s head on the other side of the couch. The pillow they’d stuffed in the corner of it was stiff as a board on Hunk’s hip, but he was too busy watching Shiro sleep to care to move it just yet.

Keith shifted, kicking his legs up on the table as he let his head lean back against the couch. He let out a soft, content sigh, and Hunk couldn’t help but silently agree.

Hunk could remember a time when none of them had ever been this close, always sidestepping and leaving a wide gap between one another as they walked, or never even acknowledging one another’s presence as they passed each other on the street.

Then, they got to know each other, for no reason at all. And then they’d fallen in love, and now—

Their daughter gurgled in her sleep, and Keith ran his fingers through the downy, barely-there tuft of hair on her head. She leaned into the touch and relaxed even further, legs kicking once before she settled again.

Now they were a family that shared everything and preferred to cuddle together on a too small couch than to go out.

How quickly things had changed. Hunk was more than happy to say it was for the better.

Late November

Keith sat at his desk, a dark stained wood that was sturdy enough to survive years of use and coffee spills, staring out of the window instead of studying the material he needed to know for his exam the next day. It would be the most important of the semester, excluding his final, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember why he wanted a damn business degree in the first place.

The blinds were pulled up high so that the starlight coated his fingers, from where the light could fit between the branches of the tree outside their window. He turned his palm to face it up, clenching his fist as if he could hold the stars themselves.

It would be fine if he took a break, right?

He pushed his chair out, and the wheels immediately got tangled in the shag rug he forgot to push away. He liked to stick his toes in the plush yarn fibers while he was solving problems— sue him.

With a soft grunt, he fell to his knees and upended the chair, digging the yarn out one piece at a time. A few ripped out, as they always did when he inevitably ran over the thing, and he hid the bald spots by fluffing the rest of it. When he finished, he threw it under the window and out of the way, dusting off his knees as he stood.

He wandered through the house, shoving his hands in the large pocket at the front of his hoodie. For once, he was wearing one of his own, instead of one of his husbands’. He usually liked wearing his own clothes, but tonight it just made him feel lonely.

The wood creaked as he walked down the hall, careful of the baby toys they hadn’t picked up during the day. He knew one of them would step on the noisy toy in the morning, and it would dig into their toes and piss them off— but that was a problem for the future.

He cracked open the door to his bedroom. Vaguely, in the dark, he could make out the lumpy shapes of his spouses, snoring away on either side of the bed. Hunk’s foot hung off the side, and he was spread so strangely that Keith winced. He was amazed that he didn’t have back problems, with the wild way he slept.

Keith padded in more, leaving the door ajar behind him. Shiro’s breathing shifted as he got closer, and he mumbled something against Hunk’s chest, burying his face against it even further.

Keith pressed a kiss against the crown of his head, smoothing back his hair fringe with a gentle shush.

He checked the windows to make sure they were locked, just out of habit. They were, of course, because nobody but him opened the windows in their house.

On the other side of the bed, at the other window, Keith paused again to look at the stars. They twinkled so loud in the sky he could almost hear their song, and he let his eyes drift shut.

The house settled around him, creaking ever so slightly. He could faintly hear the bass of a neighbor’s party raging down the block, and he hoped someone wouldn’t call the cops. They always blared their horns too loudly, especially when everyone was supposedly asleep.

Behind him, he could hear his daughter shifting around her crib. They’d switched out her bassinet for the thing about a month prior, because she was growing so fast and needed the extra space.

He peered over the baby cage, leaning against the bars as he watched her get comfortable. She wasn’t awake, as far as he could tell, and was having a pleasant dream by the way she’d occasionally twitch and squeeze her hands into tiny little fists.

Keith could never get over how small she was. His hand dwarfed her when he cradled her head as he fed her a bottle, or when he was giving her a bath and trying to get between each of her toes.

She was a soft, squishy little thing. When she’d first been born, her skin had stayed a splotchy-red color for so long that he thought she’d had spots.

His fingers strayed against her cheeks, where he remembered them being, and she made a soft, babbling sound at the touch. Her pupils danced behind her eyelids, and Keith didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that he was grinning like an idiot.

His feet were getting cold, though, from the draft circling around the room. He should have closed to door.

She didn’t make any other noises, so he tucked the blanket back over her and stood on the tips of his toes to reach in the crib and gently kiss her forehead. When he pulled away, he set a soft, yellow duck next to her hand, so that she could grab it whenever she wanted. It had been a spur of the moment purchase, and he’d only thought to buy it for her because of Pidge. Pidge absolutely adored the baby, as much as children made her nervous, and she probably would have stolen his wallet from his pocket and bought it herself if he hadn’t done it.

Keith left her alone to sleep. He didn’t want her to wake and start crying.

The air was getting colder the longer he left the door open, but the space heater would probably automatically kick on, sooner or later.

Keith allowed himself to dawdle in the cozy atmosphere. It soaked over him, and embedded itself deep in his heart as he sat on the very edge of the bed and rested against the tangled lump of Shiro and Hunk.

Shiro sleepily patted around the blankets until he found Keith’s arm, and his fingers wrapped around Keith’s palm with a firm squeeze, as if he were reassuring himself that the latter was actually there.

He mumbled something, almost exactly the same way his daughter had.

Hunk hardly shifted at Keith’s presence, but he was extremely warm and soft to cuddle against. And Keith did exactly that, until Hunk’s breath tickled the cowlicks at the top of his head as he snored loud in his ear. It rumbled his chest, which bodily lifted Keith with each deep inhale, and Keith let out a soft laugh.

His legs were starting to get as cold as his feet were, covered only in a pair of boxers. They had little bananas on them, a gift from both Hunk and Shiro as a ‘4 month anniversary present’. He hadn’t even known that was a thing before he’d gotten married, but the boxers were comfortable so he wouldn’t fight the little celebrations they liked to have.

He probably wouldn’t be getting any other studying done tonight. He was much too happy to let interest rates and net profits keep him from his family.

Keith climbed over them, careful not to jab them in the stomach with his knees, and squeezed in the empty space they’d left for him on the opposite side of the bed. Hunk was firmly nestled in the middle, and Shiro had turned onto his side at Keith’s absence, hair flipping over and laying across Hunk’s face.

Keith reached up to tuck Shiro’s hair out of the way so he could breathe, and he wrapped his arms around them as completely as he could. They weren’t long enough, of course, but he was happy to just touch the both of them at the same time.

Their breathing had synced in the night, and it was easy to find the rhythm once Keith relaxed enough, sinking into the too-soft mattress they had insisted upon at the store.

He had just begun to drift off when Shiro shifted and sat up in the bed to tuck the blankets around Keith’s shoulders, eyes half-lidded and heavy with sleep. He pressed a sleepy, wet kiss against Keith’s temple, and turned to make sure Hunk was adequately covered, too, before he plopped back down on his edge of the mattress and promptly fell back asleep.

Keith snorted, legs tangling with both of theirs. He hid his red face against the curve of Hunk’s arm, and reached over to squeeze his palm against Shiro’s hip as he settled in again.

He was already getting too warm, and he knew he would wake up tomorrow drowned in sweat. But the moonbeams were soft against his neck where he was, buried under the covers, and Hunk had found his hand and was tracing soft patterns with the pad of his thumb against the back of Keith’s palm, and Shiro was starting to snore again. It was all so endearing and so comfortable that Keith couldn’t find it in himself to ruin the atmosphere.

Tomorrow could happen tomorrow.

#shunkeith #sheithunk #ace-pidge #voltron #HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! AA A A A A #i hope u have a great one #i didnt name the baby bc im honestly awful at names but i was thinking that she could have something like #serena c': b/c she made their lives so serene and tranquil #corny af i know #jam writes #long post #H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y S E D N A #shunkeith parenthood au

[warcraftingfox-archived-blog]

Can I request all of the physical detail asks things for both or is that too much. I just need more info on my children

((*deep breath* hoOH BOy here wE GO))

JasculsΣ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it? Jasculs has 100% broken something at some point, but what it was I have no idea. He gets injured a lot, I can’t keep track of all of the injuries.

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give? This demon hunter is a bear hugger who loves every form for hug, ever.

ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something? Down.

((ergh it suddenly changed format and i cant fix it im sorry))

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy? Everything he does will be heavy and slow.

(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream? He jumps and flies into a tree, but doesn’t scream.

(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝):  Does their face get red after they drink? Definitely. He can’t hold his alcohol.

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.) A little bit, yes. He fiddles with his hands.

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s? He’s ticklish at the chin, throat, and neck, while his ears are sensitive in the sexual way.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress? Jasculs gets super tense and quiet when stressed. He doesn’t try to hide it, no, as it just makes him even further stressed. Whittling helps him recover.

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair? It depends on who they are. Strangers, no thanks, but friends are cool.

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.) He’s not much for teasing, though he is able to do it. He does it on rare occasions.

♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone? He’s absolutely terrible at dancing, so bad everyone else but him is afraid to get knocked down when he dances.

ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights? Hell yes.

(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous? All the time.

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry? He’s a silent waterfall of tears.

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore? He mostly snorts when it’s a small laugh - but if it’s a big laugh he leans back and laughs so loud everyone goes deaf.

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone? PHYSICAL COMFORT. leave him alone and he’ll suffer in eternity.

⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack? Jasculs is an amazing liar. Nothing in his body language and voice changes. You can only tell he’s lying every time, if you know every inch of him.

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed? Absolutely. Just don’t touch the horns, that makes him uncomfortable.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses? Neck kisses tickle, he’s got spikes on the forehead, so he prefers cheek kisses.

(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily? He’s a grump in the morning, but he gets out of bed nonetheless. Be gentle with waking him up, though, or you’ll freak him out.

(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset? Nope.

Mo’hirΣ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?It would surprise me if she hasn’t.

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give? As long as it’s from a friend, yes.

ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something? Forward, straight into the abyss.

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy? HYPEHYPHYPE

(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream? She roars and recoils.

(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝):  Does their face get red after they drink? Her nose and cheeks do, but only slightly.

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.) Not at all.

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s? She’s extremely ticklish in the stomach area but that’s it.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress? SO. MUCH. YELLING

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair? No. It fucks up the mohawk. Everyone’s free to play with the braids, though.

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.) All the time.

♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone? She’s stiff, but not terrible.

ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights? Hell yes.

(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous? No. She gets quiet.

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry? She sobs loudly.

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore? She wheezes, mostly, and claps.

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone? Leave her alone for a bit, then comfort her.

⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack? Mo’hir is also a skilled liar, though her tone gets a lot more monotone.

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed? Only when she’s in cat, bear, moon chicken or travel form.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses? Forehead. As plain as possible.

(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily? Doesn’t matter, she’ll meditate anyways.

(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset? Too many sweets.

#Carebear #Mohawk On Fire #A Character Is Not Present

[sherriecroft2003-blog]

Woah an idea just hit, I dunno if its good or bad... but here it is anyway. Lord Thrandiul Eyeing You - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Imagine a lavish party being held at King Thrandiul's palace for rich and important men and women, he held many like this before and you only decided to come to this one with very much persuasion from your friend . You worked as Thrandiul's Army's Leader which you were always stressed and a party like this will cut the edginess of you. You both are rich so your dresses were flawless but everyone thought yours was better♥. You and your friend were travelling in a horse and carriage, both peering out the small windows on either side, seeing other elves trying to see whom was riding in it, but they were unsuccessfull. The roads were slightly bumpy in the town but furthering into the castle's outsides went smoother, which was great because you were trying to keep your hair pristine and elegant. At last you arrived and it was only just turning dusk. The gems on your dress shimmered in the light of the rising moon. You entered into the ball room only to find everyone staring at you in awe, you were making your way down the steps that led into the main area. Male Elves were flirting with you but you ignored them and continued to have a good time with your friends. To your friends shock you said you were single but never had a man that treated you well enough to stay with. Other surrounding people heard you and passed it on around the room, eveything went awkward when guys were suddenly fetching you drinks and bringing you food, other women defended you and telling them to back off and let her enjoy hereself, you were surprised it worked. You regreted ever coming until King Thrandiul himself, grabbed the arm of a man that tried to slap your ass. He growled at him with a voice of thunder and told his gaurds to kick him out. " Are you alright " he said with a voice of soft as velvet, queit different to the one you just heard " I. I. Im ok " you said sweetly. "Come walk to the balcony with me my dear" said the Lord, you came hesitantly but gave your friends an apologetic look over your shoulder but they just smiled and waved. "How has your night been y/n" "it has been good my Lord except for the men trying to make me theirs". You both gave out a little chuckle and talked the night away, telling stories and drinking till you were almost tipsy. Thrandiul confesses that you look absolutely stunning for a person that always was seen in bulky armour, he also said that he watched you as you dance and was memorized by you every move. He puts his hand on you lap and strokes you thigh, he looks up at you and gives you the sweetest look you ever seen him give anyone . You realize that he he's giving hints, hints from his heart, the heart you thought was unshakeable and cold but was the complete opposite. You face starts going red and hot. Just as you opened your mouth, you felt it being shut by his index finger. "I know what your going to say y/n, I know you know that I love you, and I am sorry if I you do not feel the same" tears started dwelling in his eyes because he knew a king would never be with an army commander and the public would crisis. You never saw him this emotional before and it was a shock. You wipe way his tears and threw your arms around him and said " I only came this time because I wanted to see you! I...I love you too" you said joyfully and gave him a few kisses on the cheek and pulled away a couple moments later, you turned your head so he didn't see you huge smile that crept onto your face but he did and moved your head to his and kissed you with everything he had, his tongue pushed you lips apart and he ran it along the roof of your mouth. You let out a quiet groan and that fueld him more, his hands were sliding up and down your curves and yours were holding his face and pulling him closer with every breath. He whispered in you ear and asked you to come to his room, you agreed straight away and knew what was approaching. When you were walking through the rooms you noticed everyone has left and it was well past midnight, guards were all drunk and asleep and maids were cleaning up. Once you arrived to his room he layed you on his bed and sat of top of you, he wasn't heavy at all, just warm and you felt his deep desires pulsating though you. "Are you sure you want this too my love" "I'm sure" you replied simply but surely You pushed your hands under your back and unbuttoned you dress swiftly, and slipped it of in one quick movement. Thrandiul's eyes widen in appreciation. "Your turn " you said while giggling "Oh, uh sorry", You knew he was trying to cover up his enjoyment of seeing you nude. You watched him pick up your dress and place it upon a table with his robe,crown and trousers that he also took of. DO READ THIS BIT IF YOUR ARE WILLING TO GET SLIGHTLY GROSSED OUT ;) He lowers down and starts licking your puss, his tongue is warm and you start twitching in pleasure. With every flick of his tongue you start getting wetter and wetter, feelings that you never had before started twirling and messing with your body. He grabs your waist on both sides with both hands and was about to push into you before he askes you one more time if your ok that he does so, you obviously say yes because its already happening and you also want it to. It only takes one deep thrust for you to realize how long his dick actually is, he pushes into you slowly and gently to start off with ans gradually get harder and rougher "Uhhhh" you both say while panting and moaning Hes starting to get really rough he's slamming himself into you and all you can hear is the bed creaking violently, skin slapping against each other and moans, really loud moans, loud enough it made a maid come in to check what was going on, to her horror she saw the king naked and fucking a girl, she couldn't make out who it was untill she saw your dress, she bolted out and shut the door silently. She warned the other maids that there may be a new queen soon after hundreds of years without one (elves live for thousands of years btw). SLIGHTY GROSS BIT OVER The next morning you woke up early with Thrandiul still sleeping you just stare at him and was in absolute love you stroked a lock of hair out of his face and kissed his forehead he opened his eyes and said morning as if you were his wife and wakes up to you every morning but you weren't his wife and that was going to change in a few months time because he proposed to you and a cuople more you were married and expecting a child. #naughtysleepoveratthranduils #marriedtothranduil #legolashasahalfsisternow Ok that was a lot and I don't think it was very good but then again I dont like anything I do anyway lol. Please please tell me a way I can improve on my writings because I wanna try and produce interesting and not boring stories. ♥♥♥