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Imagine if Willow sprinkles Hunter with pixie dust, and she's about to explain he needs to think happy thoughts to fly, only to see he's already floating off the ground.

"Whoa, what happy thought were you thinking?"

"Well, nothing really, I was just listening to you."

Her just being there is his happy thought.

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"It doesn't work on me," He claims, like the Know-It-All he is.

Willow is already coaxing a daisy into existence as he says it. It pokes through the forest floor, unusually exuberant for dusk hours, dimly illuminated by a fairy's magic touch.

"Are you calling my dust faulty?" She scoffs, plucking the flower out of the ground and twirling it teasingly beneath her chin. "How presumptuous."

"No," Answers the pirate. If you could even call him that right now. He's shed his immaculate gold coat and that large and ridiculous (but oh, so funny) hat of his.

He's taken every measure to be as inconspicuous as possible. Nobody aboard that ship can know about his little late night rendezvous with a fairy. Especially not if he doesn't intend to bring her back in a jar.

He has long since retired that ambition.

"It's no different than any other fairy's dust," He says, slow and cautious. "The crew has....obtained it a few times in the past...."

Willow doesn't say anything but her presence still makes him squirm. She already knows what becomes of fairies that pirates get their hands on.

"And it doesn't work on me...." He concludes.

"You sound disappointed."

"I'm not."

He's a liar, among other things.

Willow opts to not mention how transparent he is in his longing to get tangled up in the stars, to test the feel of foamy cloudstuff in his hands, to soar the way the Lost Boys do.

He's so enraptured with winged creatures, she notices.

This boy wants to fly. This boy wants to become Lost in a way that matters on this island. And the only thing stopping him is his own stupid heart.

He's my uncle, he had whispered the last time she begged.

"I refuse to believe you're immune to dust," Declares Willow. "You are no different from any Lost Boy."

She means that in more ways than one. He even looks like one tonight. Young and sloppily dressed, his bare hairless face spotlighted by the fat silvery moon hanging overhead.

It bothers him that it's so difficult to grow a beard. It makes her heart sink a little every time he laments how impatient he is to grow up.

"I'm nothing like a Lost Boy," He retorts for the billionth time.

If she felt a little more argumentative, she'd ask him to state their exact coordinates on the map. And he'd flounder for an answer, because he's never been in this part of the island before. Willow led him into the depths of the forest by the hand in the dead of night.

He's a boy.

He's lost.

It would make him all mad and huffy if she pulled that on him. Which would be funny. But she doesn't want to make him mad and huffy right now.

Willow shimmies closer, rustling the leaves underneath her. "I think you just never learned the trick of dust. It's not like fairies to give the secret away to just anyone."

He's not looking in her direction. Which is annoying. She could get drunk on how it feels to have his eyes poring over the sight of her.

It was once an impish sort of delight. A delicious satisfaction that he found her such an irksome creature yet he was unwillingly attracted to her shape, to her smile, to her eyes.

It's different now. Less unwilling on his part. And at some point or another, she found herself blooming pink roses beneath the skin of her cheeks when he looks at her like that.

She likes being looked at. But she now understands that she likes being looked at by him. She wishes to hear the thoughts in his head as his eyes hang off her bare shoulders.

"So..." Willow croons, her fingers finding the sharp bend of his jaw. She brushes the skin, gingerly avoiding the sensitive edges of his scars.

"How about...." her palm connects to his cheek and she still marvels over how perfectly fitted her hand is for cupping his face. She guides his gaze towards hers. The eyes that she finds pretty to settle on the face that those eyes find pretty.

"You trust me on this...." Her soft spoken utterance is emphasized with an affectionate rub of her index finger on the sweet spot behind his ear.

He likes being touched there. She found out back when he was trying very hard to not like her.

Once his eyes are set on hers, confused but hopelessly soft, Willow lifts the daisy to her lips and blows.

A string of glowing pollen rises from the buttery pistil and drifts in his direction. It's as though it already knows tonight's assignment is proving a Know-It-All wrong. It's the only way to needle a big pretty smile outta him.

Willow is gonna get that smile, whether he likes it or not. She's a rascal like that.

Dust clings to his cheeks, spilling down his neck and sinking under skin.

"I promise you're not immune to dust," Says Willow, because she won't allow him to be. If he wants to fly, he'll fly.

He's staring at her with wild eyes now, every blink an agonizing interruption of his beholding.

She hasn't realized until now just how close their faces are. Nose to nose.

Feeling the tickly heat of his breath makes her smile.

"All you have to do is..."

He gasps.

Willow gasps.

They are no longer nose to nose because he is jerkily rising off the ground.

Amusingly, once he's a few inches into the air, he awkwardly tips forward and his feet continue to ascend. He's floating upside-down now, startled and confused yelps erupting from his throat. Willow stands up, trying to swallow her giggles as he desperately stretches his arms out to claw at the ground for some sort of anchor.

He's wobbling further and further away from her now and with a flutter of wings, she rises to meet him by the heads of the trees.

"Hiiiiiii~" She singsongs in an imitation of something he said to her so very long ago when things were so very different.

His flipped body has caused his shirt to hitch. It hangs in a baggy pool at his armpits.

Willow cannot help herself. She pokes his bare belly with a silly sounding "boop!" making him squeak ("Willow!") and scrabble to yank the fabric back over his figure. His legs are kicking erratically, attempting to put himself to right.

She doesn't indulge in the antics for much longer, instead opting to take pity on him. Lost Boys are like this sometimes too. But only in those first few minutes before they realize that they're perfectly safe, just a little inexperienced.

"Don't you worry," Says Willow, taking him by the waist and flipping him rightside-up. "You just haven't got your sky legs yet,"

She lets go of him once his position has been righted but he is not having it. Willow lets out an embarrassing noise herself as a pair of arms awkwardly throw themselves around her. His breathing rattles in her ear, his heartbeat a thick pound against hers.

Willow blurts out the first thing she can think to say. "First time?"

"Obviously!" He snaps, though there's a tremor to his tone.

She laughs to hide her brain's stubborn fixation on how defined the arms around her are.

"Hey now, I gotcha," She says comfortingly. With a bit of effort, she manages to rearrange their entangled bodies so it's not so...so much.

They now float at the respectful distance of any two teenagers having their first dance, complete with his arms loosely looped around her neck and Willow's hands rested against his hips.

Hm. Well. It's no longer so much but...

Now it's not enough.

To right that wrong this instant, Willow hums mischievously. "After all...."

Those respectful hands slide up his sides,

"I finally got my diabolical little fairy hands on a pirate."

They linger on his ribs.

His breath gets caught.

"I'm not gonna let him go."

They travel back down to his hips.

He's frozen in the way he tends to freeze, but it doesn't deter the heat. It blotches his face, his ears, even seeping down his neck.

He used to slap her touch away when she got playfully handsy with him. That stopped a lot time ago.

Instead, his grip around her tightens, though his gaze falls bashfully.

Willow grins.

He liiiiiiiiiikes it.

"How does flying work?" Asks the pirate.

"Well, it basically means not being on the ground," Answers Willow intelligently.

"No. I mean....why am I flying right now?"

Oh.

Right.

She had forgotten that he went blasting off before she could even explain the trick of it.

He looks troubled, a little bit on the scrunched up side. She expects that the reality of his situation will sink in sooner or later but...he needs answers first.

He's wanted this. He's wanted to fly. But it isn't like him to be satisfied without knowing the How and Why.

"Well," Says Willow. "What were you thinking? Before you began to fly?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "I-I wasn't thinking anything specific."

He's out of his depth and it's making him panic.

"Why? What was I supposed to be thinking?"

She smiles. "Your happiest thought."

"Oh...."

"Why?" She asks, leaning into his space. "What were you thinking?"

His brain is bizarrely shaped and she's obsessed with the idea of rummaging around in it.

She likes it when he allows the makings of the contraption to sputter out through his lips.

What are your happy thoughts, pirate?

But he never gives her an answer.

He doesn't need to.

What that boy does instead is give her a look. It's a strangely quiet look for such a loud face.

She can't gather together the words to describe that look because it feels too much like a secret. What she will say is that it's hers. It's all hers.

Her secret pirate.

His secret fairy.

"Oh..." She doesn't like how her voice shakes but what can she do?

He makes her feel so very fragile sometimes.

It's happening.

Aw thorns, it's happening.

Willow's wings speed up without her say-so and the two bodies shoot higher into the sky, the pirate howling in surprise.

She laughs. What else can she do but laugh?

But now that she's laughing, it's very difficult to stop. It's getting to the point of hysteria.

She's his happy thought.

And you know what? He might be hers too.

The sudden lift has made him lose his grip on her and he's now paddling through the sky, reaching out his hand to hers.

Willow takes it.

And while she's at it, she takes his other hand and gives him a giddy twirl.

He's accustomed enough to the weightlessness by now that he doesn't react with horror. But rather, it surprises a giggle out of him.

Terribly encouraged by the bubbling sound, she spins him again and he laughs harder.

He makes those dumb snorty noises.

She's going to spin him unconscious if he keeps doing this to her.

It's in his eyes now, she can see it. Something is beginning to kindle, the realization that this is it.

He can fly.

His smile is gold.

She never would have taken the air above the forest for a dance floor but there's nothing conventional about anything she does with this boy.

Their bodies rotate across the stars, like the little dancers in that music box she found once.

They try to imitate the grown-ups in those books he likes to show her. It's his idea.

Two hands, one small and round with short fingers and a cushiony palm, and one long and narrow, fingers all lean and knobbly. They find each other and the mismatched fingers intertwine.

Willow's other hand is on his shoulder while his is on her waist. It's loose, no longer fearing his life up here.

He can't dance while standing on the ground, so he certainly has no footing in the sky. But that's alright, floating and touching is enough.

He tells her stories.

She listens.

She flirts and she jokes.

He blushes.

Sometimes he responds with something just as immaculately phrased.

She blushes.

Her cheek is resting against his chest when she utters the words. "Guess what..."

"What?"

"There was a fairy ball tonight."

She wasn't supposed to tell him that.

The subsequent silence leaves her to wonder why she told him that.

"So why are you here?" He asks, which is even worse.

Willow doesn't give him an answer.

She doesn't need to.

It's her lips buttoned in an pointed 'You know why' sort of way that spells it all out. As wrung tight with nerves as she is, her lips quirk up with amusement as that heart of his begins to riot against his ribcage.

"Oh..." He says.

"Oh..." Willow responds.

The night dances on. The stars observe with indifference.

Neverland itself doesn't care if a fairy waltzes with a pirate.

Its only those with a pulse that take issue.

He doesn't say the words. Not exactly.

Instead, he says "Willow. I think...I think there might be a problem...."

The warmth of his body is soaking into her. It's making her sleepy.

"And what's that?" Willow asks, looking up.

After a moment of contemplation, she adds "Hunter,"

The pirate's name is Hunter.

She likes that his name is something that's allowed on her tongue.

She feels his shoulder stiffen beneath her hand at the mention of that name. It seems to tangle up the words he already had on the tip of his tongue.

She squeezes the spot she's holding, hoping to relieve a little of the tension.

"I..." The hand holding hers is damp. She can feel it tremble. "I don't think I can get down,"

"Is that so?" She teases with a tilt of her head.

Like she's forgotten. He's her happy though. It's so cute she almost wants to let loose an undignified squeal.

But the lines of Hunter's face only tighten. Every worry etched into his features is naked underneath the moon's glow.

"I don't think I can ever get down again," He states, simple and soft.

His eyes are on her and they burn like always. She doesn't know what kind of fire Hunter was born in but his eyes never stop burning.

Willow's mischievous smile dips as his words pierce her through with the viciousness of a dagger, yet her stomach doesn't fill with blood, but warm liquid gold.

You don't fall in love in Neverland.

You don't fall at all.

You fly.

#drabble written in my brainrotted haze #its kinda messy and unpolished #i wrote it all in one go #on my phone too #also it is very late and not a lot of people are gonna see this #yippee tho #vibrates about fairies #huntlow #neverland au

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fenori · 5 months

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puppet lad

#octavio #holostars #holoARMIS #vtuber #art #MY NEURONS FIRING WHEN I SAW HIS DESIGN DAMB #also me trying to finish this in one sitting so kinda unpolished but i TRIED #i intended to make it more unsettling but he too cute HAHA

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biggiedraws · 16 days

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thinking about joongdok in the early chapters......

rereading the orv novel and seeing things from yjhs perspective is so. augh. the first time you read it its soooo easy to trust kdjs perspective when he reads yjhs mind. his skill even tells him! "your understanding of this character is very high" surely hes interpreting him correctly :) then you read it again and realize how much kdj is filling in the gaps...... he expects yjh to be more callous, more jaded, more hardened than he actually is. hes been through 1863 regressions with yjh but this yjh is still only on the 3rd. and of course kdj learns this lesson himself much later on, but hes been misinterpreting yjh from the very beginning. hes just very good at justifying it.

this scene for example. (i am talking about the novel btw i just have. way more webtoon screenshots on hand. you understand.) kdj thinks it would be out of character for yjh to consider him an actual companion, so he rationalizes it. but once youre able to take yourself out of kdjs perspective, its really obvious by this point that yjh considers them companions??

he tested him with the sea monster (and waited by the river for 3 days for him to emerge, btw), and then again with the monsters in chungmuro. yes, he thinks about killing kdj quite a lot (out of caution) but its not like he ever follows through on it (something yjh from a later regression would be much less hesitant about). i havent gotten very far with my latest reread, but from memory - when hes paralyzed by poison he specifically asks for kdj. they fight side by side on several occasions, and specifically, kdj saves yjhs life multiple times. yjh criticizes him fairly often, but hes not needlessly cruel - just blunt. pointing out his flaws so he can work on them (and to keep him humble, lets be real). and of course, he desperately tries to save kdj when he gets blasted by 41!sys, and then flies into a mindless rage when kdj dies in his arms.

yeah, yjh isnt exactly upfront about his feelings, hes often off doing his own thing, and he gets PISSED when kdj manipulates him into doing his bidding (which happens fairly often in the early chapters) (he just wants you to communicate with him, damnit!) but like. its very very clear if you know where to look. and kdj DOESNT. but he thinks he does!!! augh i cant wait to get to the scene where they reintroduce themselves....... especially since its not like yjh knows kdj any better - he still thinks hes a prophet! there are so many levels of miscommunication going on here, but the important thing is. they care about each other. thats always what it comes down to, isnt it? they love each other. they want the best for each other. they would do anything to save each other. aughhhh orv.....

#ill never be normal again #orv #orv spoilers #lol i just remembered i had this in my drafts..... if i dont post it now ill forget about it again #kinda unpolished. not really sure if it gets any kind of point across. but anyway. enjoy

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ritartist42 · 1 year

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So, I don't remember the person'@ but someone had a text post about Kili being tango dipped while having a rose in his mouth.

idk if it will reach them :(

(Also t4t kiliel art coming soon(if you want to, you can count this as that too bc I like that head-canon a lot lol))

#look at me expanding my palette #kiliel #kili durin #kili the dwarf #kili x tauriel #tauriel #tauriel x kili #lotr fanart #lotr elves #lotr dwarves #the hobbit fanart #lotr art #first time drawing them sorry if kinda unpolished

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eshithepetty · 2 years

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A thing I love about mp100 is that. Every character in it is cringe. Everyone has their embarrassing and unappealing moments, noone is sacred in this show. Dimple is a fucking green old man fart cloud. Reigen had a whole arc about being bullied on the internet. Teru got shaved and humiliated into the stratosphere. Hell, even Mob has his moments, which we'll further see in season 3. Etc etc. Its just very funny to me.... also it really helps in humanizing everyone and I just appreciate that this series isn't afraid to be ugly and unconventional.. it's just good 👍

#it helps in it not feeling so saccharine when we see how each character is so flawed as well #love love the kinda..unpolished? feel of it if that makes sense. feels very human #just a bunch of weirdos i love that for them fr <3 #man. brainrot is really getting me lately i need to lie down #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #shigeo kageyama #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #teruki hanazawa #appreciation #late night rambles #meta #swearing #my own post

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ternterntern0 · 3 months

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my friend's oc asen(im obsessed with her)+my oc(the guy Of All Time yeah) color n painting tests from recently Yep very colorful For sure also i just realized but the colors i used make it hard to tell them apart asen's the girl inthe first picture and on the left(profile, pinkish hair) in the second, my oc's the lameass doing the peace sign in the seocnd image

#my art #oc art #digital art #rkgk #doodle #artists on tumblr #original character #illustration #color doodle #ahhh #imtiredasFUUCK shit fuck im tired #sorry schoolwork #i have more doodles of them but they go kinda into body horror territory which isnt an issue but theyre also unpolished #like i might finish later so #anywayssssssss #i think i ate up the colors on the first one Like i ATEEE THT UPPPPPPPPPP

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dancingdewey · 2 months

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I have been thinking about my hc for (reboot) TaleSpin Bagheera so long I decided to do??? digital art?? I don't even have a drawing tablet but somehow, here we are. More info on my hc and this piece under the cut

Outfit/pose reference (thanks to @all-chickens-are-trans)

This all started with this post:

In my hc, Bagheera is introduced in the pilot episode already. After the whole adventure when Baloo and Kit return home, he's already waiting for Kit at the pier. When Rebecca reported an orphan boy who recently escaped from living with pirates (she did it to do the right thing, she did not mean to hurt either Kit or Baloo), he was assigned to pick him up and take him to the orphanage. Of course Baloo and Kit protest and beg and despite his cold appearance he eventually reluctantly agrees, to let Kit stay with Baloo on a trial basis: Bagheera will come by regularly to assess Baloo's parenting and if he's satisfied, Baloo can adopt Kit; but if he's not satisfied, Kit must come to the orphanage. Initially, Baloo and Kit don't like when Bagheera comes by, because he always has something to criticize and they're worried he'll take Kit away. But of course Bagheera gets roped into their adventures and his professional concern for Kit's wellbeing quickly (almost immediately) grows into parental feelings and he grows fond of Baloo, even if they bicker constantly. This eventually grows into a will-they-won't-they relationship with Baloo, the two if them co-parenting Kit and Bagheera becoming more and more relaxed and open until his actual job almost never comes up anymore and he becomes something of a team-member.

And that's just the summary, I have many more thoughts!

#I cannot emphasize enough how much I am not an artist #so if you think ''wow this looks kinda bad and unpolished'' that's bc this is my first attempt #who knows maybe one day I'll learn how to draw digitally and I'll remake this who knows! anything's possible when you're inspired #anyway this has been a throwback to like 14 year old me attempting digital art this was fun #talespin #bagheera #baloo #kit cloudkicker #disney #the jungle book #talespin bagheera #rover's talespin reboot

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pushing500 · 4 months

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Time to go do more of the quests for relic info! We left Blackdragon and Socks (the other two competent fighters besides Vasso and Laursen) at home to guard the base.

Vasso definitely could have done this one alone, though. It was ridiculously easy.

Garfo: A tragedy in three parts

And lastly, everything turned red for a bit. It was very cool! I confess I haven't played with sanguophages yet. Perhaps that's something to look into after my mechanitor run.

Bonus shot of Parish-by-the-Expanse under the Blood Moon because I thought it looked pretty.

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#rimworld #gracie plays #The Children of Ecthuctu #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #Buckeye and Pro just came on the quest to make up the required four #Pro doesn't have a weapon yet and Buckeye sucks at fighting in all forms #But I didn't want to bring Socks and Blackdragon #In case they were needed at home #But now we just have one more info-gathering to do I think #Then we can hopefully grab our relic and set off on the next leg of our journey towards the ship!#Garfo had an amusing name but he was pretty boring #A baseliner with unexceptional traits and skills #Better to be used for nutrition if you catch my meaning #I enjoyed the Blood Moon #It was very nice #I kinda wish I could make the colony look hazy and red all the time #It would be suitably eerie for The Children of Ecthuctu I think #Have a fantastic day everyone!! <3

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vurrart · 1 year

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kaiju sketchpage!!

#godzilla #biollante #gigan #gamera #mothra #kaiju #fanart #chibi godzilla #chibi mothra #toho #SORRY I DIDNT DO LIKE. ANY OF THE ONES THAT PPL REQUESTED #im feeling kinda bad today and just wanted to do my favs #im also a littl worried about posting unpolished/unfinished work after posting so much good stuff #so uh. please stick around!#100 #vurrart

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huntersapprentice · 4 months

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little digital doodles (mainly because I wanted an excuse to imagine what Emu's parfait in Amidst a Dream would look like)

#project sekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #mizuki akiyama #shizuku hinomori #shiho hinomori #mafuyu asahina #plus the rest of niigo #honestly maybe its because I like strawberries and I've actually never had a parfait in my life that emu's parfait sounded so nice #these doodles are kinda unpolished in quality but nevertheless we go on

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canvastornasol · 8 months

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In another life 🩵

#canvastornasol art #my art #corpse bride #kinda sketchy ion like posting unpolished finished work but aaaaa #they should have gotten married idc idc #victor and emily #idk if they have a ship name oop #victor corpse bride #emily corpse bride #fanart

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wrenrogue · 8 months

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kuroken au where a certain stray black cat keeps bringing kenma dead mice every other day. Kenma doesn't know what's going on because he doesn't even own the cat to begin with. Eventually kenma let's the cat into his house and soon enough, he starts to befriend it and eventually adopts it, naming it Kuro. The cat never stops bringing kenma gifts though and becomes Kenma's emotional support animal when he's feeling especially anxious.

One day after a particularly bad panic attack, kenma kisses kuro on his lil head, thanking him for all his help and is full of love for him when BAM, kuro turns human, a very hot and very naked human man.

Kenma almost panics again but he manages to keep his composure and asks the guy who he is and where his cat is. Sexy man has a hard time speaking, making a fool of himself by trying to speak so he stays quiet and covers himself with his hands instead.

Kenma notices the guy's discomfort and brings him a towel to at least cover himself. Eventually after like an hour, the man speaks. He apologizes to Kenma and explains that his name is Kuroo Tetsurou.

He found an amulet on his way home and the owner of said amulet (a witch) found him and thought he was the thief that stole it in the first place. As punishment, he got turned into a cat. And he'd been stuck as a cat for about two years or maybe more, he's not sure.

He took a liking to kenma and felt the need to provide for him, hence the gifts. Kenma then asked what broke the curse and kuroo turned beet red at the question, mumbling an answer. Kenma wasn't having it though and asked again more firmly.

Kuroo sighs and says "apparently the curse would only be lifted if my soulmate kissed me" and now it's Kenma's turn to turn red. Both are completely awkward and conflicted about the whole thing, but eventually kenma decides to help kuroo reconnect with his old life.

They start by buying kuroo clothes of course. As they look for Kuroo's family and friends, kuroo and kenma start getting closer. They're very aware that they're soulmates, but they don't know how to address it. Every touch and glance they share is excruciating, because they want to do something about it, but they're too shy to act on anything.

Eventually, the day before they're set to visit Kuroo's old apartment, Kenma's had enough and decides to take matters into his own hands. They're on Kenma's bed, kuroo talking about his old life and watching kenma play his game, when kenma asks "kuro, what will happen to us after you find your friends and family?"

There's silence after that and kenma feels panic rising within him, maybe he shouldn't have said that. Kenma doesn't realize he's shaking and lowkey hyperventilating until kuroo is right next to him asking if he's okay and if he needs anything.

"You." Kenma says, "I need you." because it's true. Kenma has grown to love the comfort kuroo brings him

He's grown to love kuroo and wants to keep him for as long as he can. Kuroo brushes Kenma's hair behind his ear and hazel eyes meet gold. Somehow there's an understanding between them. They close the gap between them, their lips gently pressing against each other

When they part, they're breathless in the best possible way. Kenma then says "you never answered my question"

and kuroo just laughs before saying "I want to stay in your life if you allow me too?"

"Only if you do one thing for me." Kenma says.

"What is it?"

Kenma puts his arms around Kuroo's neck and says "Kiss me again?"

Kuroo smiles against Kenma's lips and says "i can do that yeah"

"Then get to it" And they close the gap between them again and spend the rest of their night lip locked and in each other's arms

The next few days kuroo does reconnect with his friends and roommates, and then later his family. He introduces everyone to kenma after their emotional reunion and explanation for his disappearance.

Kuroo's friend bokuto in particular sits next to kenma and asks "So how does it feel like to date your cat?" Kenma chokes on his drink while bokuto laughs and kuroo yells at him.

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #meow #ficlet #2020 #honestly my old writing reads kinda cringe to me now lmao #but i like my ideas and I can see the potential to fix them up from a typical unpolished twitter thread to an actual ao3 fic #tw anxiety attack

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