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[luvxiem]

soft love — luca kaneshiro

› pairing: luca kaneshiro x gn!reader (reader is wearing makeup but no gendered terms are used)

› word count: ~800

› genre: fluff

› summary: you're exhausted and can barely keep your eyes open after a long day of classes, but you can't seem to drag yourself to your bathroom to wash up. luckily your boyfriend is here to help.

after an arduous day of lectures and labs, your feet are hurting and your back is sore. when you arrived at your apartment, you immediately toed off your shoes and flopped onto your shared bed, arms spread out and facing the ceiling. that was twenty minutes ago now, and you don't see yourself moving anytime soon.

there's faint humming coming from the attached bathroom—a little tune that's been popular on tiktok lately. breathing in deeply, you catch the scent of luca's cologne. it's subtle yet comforting, and you find yourself slowly falling asleep to his voice and the muffled city street.

the door to the bathroom suddenly opens, spilling yellow light into the room and directly onto your face. your nose scrunches and you turn away from the light as luca pads out. a gentle nudge to your back has you groaning.

"babe?" luca whispers. he leans down, bringing his face close to yours and you can smell the mint of his toothpaste. a calloused hand brushes a stray strand of hair aside as you grunt in reply.

"hey, you okay?" he asks, a little worried. blearily opening one eye, you can see the slight furrow of his brow. turning to rest fully on your back, you wave your hand in his general direction as you close your eyes once again.

"'m fine, just tired," you mumble. luca hums and you can hear his footsteps as he walks away. the sound of the creaky bathroom cabinet opening startles you, and suddenly there's something cold and wet rubbing across your face. luca gently wipe away your concealer and eyeshadow, taking care not to be too rough on your skin.

"you're gonna get pimples if you sleep in your makeup again," he chides. blinking your eyes open, you lay still as he removes all the product from your face and grins when he deems yourself clean enough for his standards. taking ahold of your arm, he hoists you into a seated position.

"stay," he orders, and you watch as luca ducks into the bathroom once again only to come out holding a headband and your foaming cleanser in one hand and a small bowl of water in the other. there's a small facial towel draped over his left arm as well. he sets the bowl down on the bedside table and sits beside you, angling your body toward him.

"can you look up for me?" he asks gently, maneuvering your head to put the headband on properly and pushing your hair away from your face. from there, he dips the towel into the water and wipes your face down one more time. taking the bottle of cleanser, he pumps a small dollop onto his palm and rubs his hands together before slowly massaging the soap into your skin. he takes care to wipe the foam off your eyes and lips and hums the same song as earlier.

luca proceeds to go through the rest of your skincare and helps you brush your teeth ("hey, did y'know you have vampire fangs?" "wha?") without you having to remind him of anything even once—he's watched you do this routine for months—and although he doesn't know what the exact purpose of serum is, he can follow your routine to a t.

after he puts everything back in their respective positions, he helps you undress and change into a comfortable t-shirt that smells suspiciously of him. you flop onto your back on top of the covers as luca goes to turn off the lights. in the darkness, you watch him shrug off his tank top in favor of sleeping shirtless and fall into bed next to you, and he pulls you closer so that your head is tucked underneath his chin.

"thank you," you whisper, letting your eyes fall shut as a warm palm rubs your sides under your sleep shirt. luca tilts his head to leave a lingering kiss against your hair.

"of course," he says, voice low and tinged with concern. "you uh, seemed really tired today. i got a kinda worried."

"it wasn't anything big," you winced. "just had a long day 's all. but seriously, thank you for doing all that. you didn't have to." luca hushes you and squeezes you tightly.

"just because i didn't have to doesn't mean i don't want to. you help me out all the time, i just wanted to, y'know, return the favor." at his words, you squirm.

"thanks," you say shyly, tucking your face into his chest. he hums, and you slowly drift off to the sound of his voice and the soothing weight of his arm draped over you. noticing your soft, slow breathing, luca stops humming in favor of pressing his lips against your forehead.

"i love you," he murmurs, and even though you don't respond, he feels your affection in the way you cling to him in your sleep and falls asleep happy.

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[luvxiem]

luca and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (until it wasn't)

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, fluff, attempt at humor 💔 mild angst (??) suggestive themes at the end, established relationship except nobody thinks it's real LMFAOOOO, college au, they go to school in the us for this just pretend they r all cool foreign students minus shu (he's still cool even if he is american)

word count: 3.1k

##SUMMARY

vox, mysta, shu, and ike haven't met luca's partner because they live in canada, duh! what? of course they're real?? he's not lying this time, he swears! they really are real!!!!

“i’m fucking tired, dude.”

a dark backpack drops roughly to the ground as its owner soon follows suit, the lanky compsci major sitting with a sigh as he shoves his phone into his brother’s face. shu hurriedly swallows his rice and almost chokes in the process while leaning away from the sudden bright screen in front of him. after pounding his chest with his fist a couple times to dislodge a few grains, he realizes that mysta’s phone was open to an instagram post of a couple.

ike leans over to look at the post as well with a raised eyebrow.

“it’s just fulgur and uki?” he questions, staring at his friend. mysta raises his head from where he laid spread-eagle on the grass to glare at him.

“just fulgur and uki,” mysta mocks, dropping his head back onto the ground and reaching up to cover his face with one arm. “everywhere i look is just couples! everywhere! i can’t escape them, man,” he bemoans. ike rolls his eyes and returns to his lunch, used to his friend’s antics. shu glances between the two of them in between bites of his own food, gently nudging a bento toward his distressed brother. mysta grunts in thanks before pushing himself up to sit cross-legged, eagerly lifting the lid of the bento and digging into his food.

"don't cry just because you can't any bitches," a smug voice calls. the trio looks up to see the arrival of vox, the drama major carrying his blazer hooked over his shoulder.

there's a prominent hickey on his neck. mysta's eye twitches.

"shut the fuck up," he grumbles as vox ruffles his hair endearingly before sitting down beside him.

"being single is ok too, ya know," vox sympathizes, knowing that his friend was feeling left out of the recent romantic festivities. "you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy."

shu nods at his words, ever the agreeable one of their friend group. ike pauses mid bite before resuming his meal, not giving any reaction to what vox said. he wasn't about to admit that he's been salty at seeing all the other couples as well. vox notices mysta is still feeling a bit bummed, however, since the shorter man hasn't spoken much since he arrived.

"hey," vox grins, nudging him with his fist. "what if i set you up with an acquaintance of mine?" he offers. mysta glances up at him with mild interest, but before he could respond, the final member of their group comes barreling down the sidewalk with a wide smile, clutching his beanie with one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other.

"hey guys!" luca beams, patting vox's shoulder before plopping down, closing their little circle on the grass. "what were you talking about?" the blonde takes out a sandwich from his bag and looks at the others expectantly. vox smirks as the other three inwardly sigh.

"since i'm the only one who had a valentines this year and being the generous friend that i am, i've decided to set up mysta with a friend of mine," he explains rather proudly. now, vox was expecting a few responses from luca—perhaps an understanding nod, a wail of jealousy, even an aversion to the topic in general—but instead of any of that, the blonde tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth to speak.

"i had a valentines too, though?"

shu actually chokes on his food this time, ike hurriedly offering him his water bottle and pounding his back to dislodge the shit stuck in his throat. vox was staring at luca in disbelief, mouth opening and closing not unlike that of a fish. mysta, however, throws his head back and starts laughing loudly.

"yeah, right," he cackles, shaking his head before looking back up at his friend. "you're even worse than me when it comes to dating!" luca frowns at him this time.

"i'm being serious! that's why i was busy yesterday, we’ve been together for a few months now-“

"then why haven't you ever talked about them?" mysta accuses. luca shrugs helplessly.

"well, you—you never asked!" vox glances between the two of them before settling on the blonde.

"do you have any pictures of them?" he asks, wanting to give luca the benefit of the doubt even if he didn't actually believe him.

"ok so, y'know how i like, i broke my phone last week? while riding my uh, my bike?" the four nod. "well, i didn't back up my phone and i lost all my photos." mysta's eye twitches once again.

"do they even go to UCI?" shu wonders aloud now that he wasn't at risk of asphyxiation. ike nods in agreement, genuinely curious as well. it’s not that he didn't—no. that's a lie. he didn't believe his friend as much as he wanted to. listen, this was the guy who was locked in a closet with a girl he liked for over ten minutes and didn't even do anything! forgive him for having his doubts!

"no, they live in canada." luca fidgets in place as four pairs of eyes stare at him with clear skepticism. "i'm serious!"

the group looks at each other and comes to a collective agreement.

"luca," ike says hesitatingly. "you don't have to lie to us." vox pats his shoulder comfortingly and nods.

"yeah, big guy. it really is ok if you're single on valentine's day. the whole thing is a capitalistic scam anyways." luca flounders and vox has to appreciate him sticking to the bit, even if he did feel a tad disappointed at the fact his friend thought he had to lie to them.

"what about social media? what's their instagram?" mysta questions, already pulling up the app on his phone once again. luca rolls his eyes.

"they don't have instagram," he reveals. "social media isn't their thing." luca pauses for a moment. "actually, i think one of their friends has a picture of them on their page.” ike, shu, mysta, and vox lean forward in interest.

luca takes mysta's phone and taps on the search bar. he clicks on an account of a short haired blonde girl before sighing in disappointment.

"never mind. millie removed all her posts again." ike, shu, mysta, and vox slump back.

"anyways," luca starts, returning mysta’s phone and swallowing the last piece of his sandwich before standing up and dusting off his pants. "i gotta get going before i miss my—miss my class. see ya!" luca waves with a grin before jogging off. the remaining members stare at where he just stood.

"there's no way they're real," ike deadpans.

following the reveal of luca’s very real, not fake, canadian partner, the blonde starts using them as an excuse every time there’s a get together.

“i can’t, tonight’s movie night! he replies excitedly when vox invites him to go drinking after exams.

a week later: “not today, we’re playing overcooked!”

“i think they’ve had a bad day and i wanna call them.”

“sorry, i already made plans.”

the other four members of their group have been sneaking glances at each other every time luca evades their clutches, slowly becoming more and more upset with every (perceived) lie coming out of their friend’s mouth. if he really didn’t want to hang out with them, he should just be honest and say so instead of doing whatever—whatever this is.

today’s excuse was, “tomorrow’s our anniversary and i gotta get ready!”

mysta stares at the spot luca previously occupied before he ran off in the direction of the dorms. the brunette’s frowning, gnawing on his lower lip and bouncing his knee repeatedly. nearby students stare at him with mild annoyance and inch away.

“what the actual hell.” ike looks up from his worksheet and casts a nervous glance at the librarian. hopefully they were far enough away that they wouldn’t hear their inevitably loud conversation. he couldn't deal with another scolding this week.

“why does he keep ditching us,” mysta scowls, now leaned back rather precariously in his chair and chewing on the tip of his pencil. ike chooses not to respond despite agreeing with his friend, currently more preoccupied with his essay. vox and shu, however, have no such priorities at the moment and thus can entertain mysta’s concerns.

“does he not like us anymore?” vox frowns, suddenly a bit insecure. shu nudges his arm with a gentle smile.

“nah, luca isn’t the type of person to just ghost us like this. maybe he really is dating someone,” he says cheerfully. vox and mysta lock eyes before resolutely shaking their heads.

“no. there’s no way,” vox vehemently denies, mysta nodding in agreement. shu hums in response, twirling his pen in his hand with a contemplative expression.

“i dunno,” he muses. “i mean, luca’s like, a good looking guy. would it really be that surprising for him to have a partner?”

“yes!” mysta exclaims, slamming a hand down on the mahogany table. “he doesn’t even react whenever someone tries to flirt with him! he’s too dense to date!” more than a few people swivel their heads toward them at the noise and glare.

“luca may be hot but he doesn’t, y’know. have much rizz.” vox winces, feeling a bit bad about talking behind their friend’s back like this.

the four men silently mull over every possible reason they could think of as to why luca keeps disappearing on them. eventually, dinnertime arrives and they each say their goodbyes before heading out for the night. hopefully the mystery surrounding their friend will be resolved soon; it’s been too long since the five of them got to hang out all together.

there’s something wrong with luca.

in their shared 8AM class, shu notices the smile he gave in greeting didn’t quite reach his eyes. he kept shooting glances at his phone all morning, noticeably more than usual.

“hey,” shu whispers, leaning in close. “you okay?”

luca hums distractedly, his response a little delayed.

“yeah, it’s nothing,” he grins before turning forward to face the professor. shu stares at his side profile for a few seconds and wonders what his friend might be thinking about that might have caused his less-than-stellar mood. unfortunately, luca packed up and slipped out of the lecture hall almost immediately after they were dismissed, leaving shu in the dust and wondering how he could cheer up his friend.

ike can sense his gloom from a mile away. the english major runs into him on his way to the student store—quite literally. luca was looking down at his phone and didn’t see the other man until they bumped heads, both of their belongings spilling onto the ground around them.

“ouch… you good, luca?” ike asks, fixing his glasses that went askew.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. ike observes him for a moment before reaching to pick up his things. perhaps the blonde thought he was worried he got hurt in their little scuffle. don’t get him wrong—of course he cares—but in ike’s humble opinion, his friend’s mental state was a smidge more important than his physical at the moment.

luca grabs his phone and groans. looking over, ike can see a large crack going down the middle of the screen which was glitching at random intervals.

“ah, i’m so sorry, luca” he apologizes, feeling guilty. luca waves him off.

“it’s not your fault,” he reassures, although judging by the look on his face, he was clearly upset. “i gotta run—see ya, ike.” before the other could even respond, luca shoves his broken phone into the pocket of his hoodie and stands up, turning the corner without another word.

“bye, luca…” ike mumbles dejectedly.

mysta and vox are waiting at the back of the line in the cafeteria for lunch when luca shows up behind them with a forlorn expression on his face. vox doesn't notice, however, and grins at his arrival, wrapping an arm around luca’s shoulder and ruffling his hair.

“why didn’t you pick up the phone?” vox whines. “i called you like, five times.” luca shrugs off his arm and takes a step back from the duo. vox and mysta frown at his reaction, realizing their friend wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.

“it died,” luca grumbles, letting out a loud huff. the three of them slowly move up the line, grabbing items off the counter and placing them on their respective trays. luca’s was noticeably empty.

“we’re out of pizza, sorry,” the cafeteria worker says, shrugging helplessly. “the only thing we have left is salad.” mysta looks down at his tray guiltily knowing he must have taken the last plate. he opens his mouth to offer it to luca but the other man just takes the plate of salad with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

they eat in tense silence—luca stabbing the greens rather aggressively with his fork while the other two share concerned looks.

'should we ask him what's wrong?' vox mouths, nodding his head in luca's direction. mysta frowns, worried that their questions might just make him more irritated. on the rare occasions that he's upset, luca usually chooses to distance himself from others until he calms down in case he ends up taking out his frustrations on them. at his core, luca is kind, and he doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about.

deciding to wait for his friend to come to them instead, mysta shakes his head. it won't do them any good now to talk to luca when he's this wound up.

after luca leaves, the two immediately call ike and shu to come up with a plan. when the duo hears of the others' run ins with their friend today, the four come to a collective agreement.

"so..." shu starts, staring at the door in front of them. "what're we gonna say?"

the group stands in front of luca and vox's shared dorm room holding a variety of items: cheddar cheese pringles, ike's blue ray dvd of 'shrek,' and ice cream cake. hopefully luca's calmed down enough now and they can attempt to improve his mood. the sun is just barely starting to set and dinner won't be for another hour—maybe they can order pizza to make up for lunch?

before any of them can come up with something, however, they hear a loud noise coming from inside that sounded suspiciously like something breaking. panicking, vox shoves the cake into mysta's arms and frantically searches his person for his dorm key. fumbling to open the door, vox trips over a pair of shoes in the doorway that don't belong to him nor luca (not that he notices in his alarm).

"luca!" vox calls out worriedly. "are you oka-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

ike's sudden screech startles everyone in the dorm. all six of them.

pressed against the wall was luca, staring at his friends with wide eyes and tussled hair. his lips were slightly swollen and there was a faint line of drool on his chin, the hoodie he was wearing thrown haphazardly onto the couch. holding him against said wall was a rather attractive stranger with equally ruined hair and flushed cheeks, both of their necks clearly littered with hickeys, although luca's noticeably more so. on the floor next to them lay the sorry remains of vox's lamp.

mysta's eye twitches.

"um. hello," you wave, trying to subtly fix your hair and clothes while luca leans against the wall, dazed and still shirtless.

"you must be luca's friends, it's great to meet finally you all!"

at your words, the group suddenly reanimates from where they stood frozen in the doorway.

"you're—you're real. you're actually real." ike stammers. "you're luca's partner?!"

you shift awkwardly, nodding. did your boyfriend not talk about you to them?

mysta stares at you, mouth agape as he struggles to process the scene before him.

you're the farthest thing from what he's imagined, which is rather impressive considering he wasn't able to come up with anything at all. how in the hell did luca manage to cuff somebody as hot as you?!

"what the fuck," he says eloquently. that just about sums up everyone's reaction, minus the apparently real couple.

"...my lamp," vox weakly adds, unable to say anything more complicated than monosyllables in his shock.

shu—god bless his soul—comes to his senses quicker than the others and hurriedly places the gifts on a nearby counter before pushing his friends out the dorm, sending a wink your way and slamming the door shut behind him leaving you and luca alone once again.

your eyes glance over the stuff with an amused expression on your face. turning to face your lover, you slam your hands against the wall next to his head and peck him on the lips.

"what's up with that?" you ask, nodding your head toward the presents. luca blinks at you, taking a moment to process your question in the aftermath of the chaos that just ensued.

"they probably—uh. i think they wanted to cheer me up," he guesses. you hum in response, running your fingers through soft blonde hair. luca let's his eyes fall shut and sighs contentedly.

"were you upset earlier, baby?" you ask, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before biting down. luca whines above you as his arms tense from where they were wrapped around your waist.

"mmm, i thought you forgot about me," he admits, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue laving against the freshly formed bruise. "you weren't replying to any of my messages."

you chuckle, pulling back to gaze lovingly at your cute boyfriend.

"of course i didn't forget about you, luca, or our anniversary. i'm sorry i didn't tell you i was flying over before, i wanted to surprise you," you coo, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear.

"it's ok, i'm just happy you're here," luca mumbles, holding you tightly. with a laugh, you pull away but before he could even think about protesting, you grab his wrist and drag him toward his bed.

"you sure you don't want an apology?" you tease, enjoying the way luca's face burns red at the implication.

"n-no! i mean, yes! i want an apology! please!"

"of course, baby," you purr, pushing him onto the mattress and straddling his hips. "let me make it up to you."

outside, the four men stood frozen in the same position they were in when they got forced out of the room five minutes ago.

"holy shit," vox breathes, "luca gets bitches."

##WRITTEN ON 230220

#this is so fucking stupid also happy belated valentines day #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luca.txt #luca does in fact get bitches (me)

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can i request luca with 25 ‘ *this* is the guy? ‘ im starving for some overprotective luca 🥹

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[ INFO ]

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ pairing: luca kaneshiro x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ summary: a simple craving for ice cream turned into an eventful night when you're stuck with people with malicious intentions.

how you found yourself in a situation like this, you weren't quite sure.

it wasn't too late into the night—only barely past ten—yet the dim streetlights did nothing to help quell your nerves and give you the courage to finally leave your car. you've been sitting low in the driver's seat for almost fifteen minutes now, eyeing the group of drunkards loitering in front of the 7/11 you parked outside. feeling a subtle vibration coming from your hand, you checked your phone to see a message from luca.

'are you still in the car???' [10:07]

'yes ToT' [10:07] 'these dudes wont leave.. wtf do i do. i just wanted ice cream 🗿🗿' [10:08]

with a sigh, you dropped your hand back into your lap and let your head fall back with a small thud against the seat. 'whatever,' you thought. 'it's not like i'll get murdered.' with that you grabbed your keys and pushed open the door, already noting the turn of heads out of the corner of your peripheral. a low whistle filled the stagnant night air as four sets of eyes followed you into the store, a small chime signaling your arrival.

you made a beeline to the back of the store where they kept their ice cream, determined not to stay here any longer than you have to. unfortunately, the universe decided that tonight you were the one it wanted to pick on.

"hey cutie." sighing, you schooled your expression into one that didn't clearly show your discomfort and looked over your shoulder, giving the stranger a small smile and a 'hello.' a quick glance around showed that this one was all alone, most likely egged on by his equally drunk friends outside to follow you inside and harass you.

and you would think that turning your back on the stranger to look for your ice cream was a clear signal that you weren't interested in any further conversation yet it seems this dude couldn't get the hint. a tap on your shoulder prompted you to turn around again, this time a bit more visibly annoyed.

"can i help you?" the man gave you a rather (in your humble opinion) sleazy smile, tucking his hands into this stained hoodie pocket and licking his lips briefly before subjecting you to his inane thoughts.

"yeah, actually," he grinned, reaching up to wipe his nose before holding his phone out expectantly. you raised your eyebrow in contempt. "could i get'cho number?"

"i have a boyfriend, sorry," you replied, turning back to continue searching for your ice cream when a rough grip on your shoulder spun you around forcefully, shoving you into the clear doors lining the shelves. where was the clerk?!

the feeling of hot, moist breath that smelt distinctly of cheap vodka hit your nose and made your face scrunch up reflexively in disgust, your hands coming up to try and push your assailant away.

"he doesn't have to kno-WOAH!" suddenly you were freed from behind held against the cold coolers, shivering from both the chill and the lingering grossness of being touched by a stranger like that.

"hey, the fuck is your problem?!" he scowled, rubbing his neck where he was forcefully pulled away.

"seriously? this is the guy?" looking up, you're met with blonde hair and broad shoulders, the tiniest sliver of a tattoo peeking out from underneath the grey henley your boyfriend wore. his arms crossed rather menacingly over his chest, toned biceps in clear view with the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. across from him, the drunkard is now visibly agitated, however when he tried to approach, luca grabbed the front of his hoodie and lifted him clear off the ground. agitation quickly turned into nervousness as the guy lifted his hands in surrender.

"woah—chill dude; i-i wasn't gonna try anything, i swear," he stutters, scrambling to his feet when luca drops him rather unceremoniously to the floor, cursing under his breath as he fled the store. luca immediately spins on his heel, turning to face you with clear worry on his face. frantic hands turn you this way and that before settling on your cheeks as he rubs his nose against yours.

"are you okay?! no, of course you're not—jesus christ, what the hell! why didn't you just come over to my place if you wanted ice cream?" he moaned, pulling you into his chest in a tight hug. you could hear his racing heartbeat under your ear and you can't help but laugh at the situation. luca was so angry and intimidating not even a minute ago and now he's returned to the cute, cuddly golden retriever you fell in love with.

"baby, i'm fine," you grinned, pulling his arms off of you so you could give him a quick kiss. luca is still frowning when you pull away, however, and you could tell he was still upset with the situation. honestly, you were still shaken up about it too, so you decided to kill two birds with one stone and link your arms with his, staying as close as possible to ease both your nerves.

"c'mon, i still haven't gotten my ice cream," you say, opening one of the glass doors to grab a pint of salted caramel from the freezer. luca unlinks your arms to throw his over your shoulder instead, rubbing the bare skin of your arm with his thumb in an attempt to comfort both you and him (skin to skin contact always seemed to help).

"i still think you should've just come over to my place," he whined, watching the door as you paid with a tap of your phone against the reader. you pat his chest and hum in response, shooting a quick thank you to the cashier before you both exited the store.

"babe, all you have is cookies and cream."

"what—what's wrong with cookies and cream?!"

"i don't like it!"

you laugh as luca fumbles for an answer, mock offense on his face at your distaste for his favorite flavor. the night air felt a bit warmer than before, the comforting breeze easing your nerves. you look around for luca's motorcycle but the parking lot is empty except for your car and one that presumably belongs to the poor college kid inside working the night shift.

"hey—how'd you get here?" you ask confusedly. luca shrugs.

"i ran." you pause, turning to face him fully with disbelief clearly written on your face.

"luca."

"yeah?"

"you live like, five miles away from here."

"and?" you throw your hands up in defeat. of course your boyfriend ran five miles to come save you—he probably left the house the minute you first texted him about being too scared to leave your car. no wonder he asked which 7/11 you were at.

"you wanna come over to mine?" you sigh, watching luca immediately beam at the prospect of being able to sleep over despite having already hung out with you earlier that day.

you unlock your car and slide into the driver's seat as luca slips into the passenger side, placing your ice cream in between his feet.

"can we get back to the important thing here?" he asks as you pull out of the parking lot.

"which is?"

"why you don't like cookies and cream which is clearly the superior flavor-"

"LUCA!"

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#thank u for feeding my delusions anon 🙏 can u guys believe i havent written for luca in like. 3 months #luca withdrawls (real)(not clickbait) #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca.txt #luxiem x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en fluff #nijisanji en x reader #this is my warmup fic #driving back to my apartment in a bit and then gonna try and get more writing in tonight #i havent written in a while so sorry if this one is kinda shit im getting back into the groove ToT #luvxiem.500

[luvxiem]

the stars aligned for us

word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

TROPE: SEEING COLORS

ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember

his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time

despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care

after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?

but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate

it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)

however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception

he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart

this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you

he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.

you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.

as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.

pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.

your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.

"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN

woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss

injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate

luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest

did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did

the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back

eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether

he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?

but that fantasy couldn't last forever.

the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed

luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder

it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch

stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night

luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him

standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand

"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.

"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.

"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.

"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.

"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER

mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class

but there was one teeny little problem

ok actually it was a major problem

his timer seemed to be broken

instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades

because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"

this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether

if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care

that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022

he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair

mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers

the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours

the detective was antsy, understandably.

a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?

filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.

there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.

mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.

settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.

mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.

grinning, you spoke.

"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."

and mysta couldn't be happier.

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES

in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate

the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him

not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times

like in the middle of one of his experiments

or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers

or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city

yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?

so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead

but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether

they're your soulmate for a reason, after all

so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same

he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch

including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date

shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.

minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.

after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.

in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.

"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.

"i'm glad you found me too."

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

TROPE: FIRST WORDS

fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral

now vox knows he's hot

he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage

the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate

and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded

after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again

slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize

it was at one of these parties that he met you

beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.

sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.

"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."

at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.

it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."

WRITTEN ! 080222

#luvxiem.writing #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland fluff #luca kaneshiro fluff #mysta rias fluff #shu yamino fluff #vox akuma fluff #ike.txt #luca.txt #mysta.txt #shu.txt #vox.txt #uhhhhh i didn't mean to make luca's that long 😭😭😭😭 #might elaborate on his part in another post tho #mafia boss luca and his innocent med student s/o #kinda cute methinks 😖💓 #ue ue ue

[luvxiem]

Can I please request Shu fluff with 16."your mom called me.", 17. "i'll take care of it, don't worry." and 20. "can i borrow a hoodie?" "i don't know, will i get it back this time?" thanks! Congrats again on 500!

life goes on

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: ~800

✧ pairing: shu yamino x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ summary: a brief moment into your relationship with your boyfriend of 3 years.

"your mom called me."

the soft taps against your phone screen suddenly stop as your boyfriend turns the corner and enters the living room, the plant vs zombies theme still playing despite the lack of attention. when you turn your head to look at shu, you see him casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, an easy smile on his face.

"wha'd'you mean she called you?" you ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. you raked through your mind to try and think of any possible reason for her to call him and come up empty handed. a sudden shiver runs down your spine. hopefully she wasn't calling about... about... marriage. ugh. even the thought of your dear mother subjecting your boyfriend to talks of marriage makes you want to shove your head into a pile of dirt.

shu pushes himself off the wall and plops himself down next to you, propping his head up against his hand on the backrest. leaning over, he pauses your game to save your poor peashooters.

"she just wanted to ask if we wanted to come over for dinner today," he soothed, grinning at your sigh of relief. you set your phone aside and turn your body to face him fully.

"did she say what we're eating? i feel like we always get pho when she asks us to come over." shu laughs and nods in agreement.

"that's true. why does she do that, anyways?" your glare has him raising his hands up in mock surrender.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"you told her that you really liked the broth when you came over for dinner the first time. now she's doing that thing where you tell your parent you like a certain food and they always get that for you because they think it's your favorite," you grumble. sure, it's true that the broth from the restaurant your mom always orders from is amazing; however, you can't always eat pho whenever she invites the two of you over. at this point you're convinced she only invites you guys when she doesn't want to cook dinner or just wants pho for herself.

a sudden tap against your nose has you dragged back into the present, eyes wide as shu grins at your confusion.

"i'll just tell her you want pizza or sushi or something." your head falls against his chest in relief and you can feel more than hear his laughter.

"seriously?"

"yeah, i'll take care of it. don't worry."

without the threat of vietnamese noodle soup looming over you head, it's much easier to find the energy to agree to your mothers invite. shu is texting her the details when you suddenly remember your laundry still in the washing machine. poking your head out the bedroom door, you frantically call for the only other occupant in the apartment.

"shu! shu!!" the man in question looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"what's up, babe?"

"can i borrow a hoodie? my clothes are still in the washing machine." your boyfriend taps his finger against in chin as he shuts his eyes for a moment and pretends to think.

"hmm... i don't know, will i get it back this time?" he teases. you roll your eyes and head back to your guys' shared closet.

"i'm borrowing your light blue one!" you call out, hearing an 'ok!' in response. as you shrug it on and change into a different pair of pants, you return to the living room carrying your car keys in one hand and your wallet in another. shu is already dressed in outside clothes since he went out to buy groceries in the morning.

shu looks up from his phone at your entrance and stands, stretching his arms up over his head and lets out a pleasant sigh. the sigh quickly turns into a yelp, however, as you can't help but pat his cute tummy when his shirt rode up exposing soft, pale skin. you laugh at his whine ("hey! what the heck!") and slip your shoes on, holding the door open for your lover as the two of you slip out the apartment.

"hey, should we stop by the market on the way there?" shu asks. you nod, pressing the elevator button to take you down to the parking garage. "what did we bring last time? oranges? i think watermelons are in season right now, should we bring that?" the elevator dings and the door slides open as the two of you step inside and start your descent.

"watermelon is good," you agree. partly because you just wanted some for yourself, but you know your mom loves watermelon too so it's fine. "how can you tell if a watermelon is ripe, though?"

shu's eyes widen and starts explaining to you how his parents taught him how to tell a good watermelon from a bad one and you can't help but smile fondly at your lover.

today is a good day.

[ WRITTEN 230607 ]

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#this is so asian family coded i'm sorry for my non asian readers #or just poc coded. do u guys also feel obligated to bring fruit whenever you visit people #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.500 #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino fluff #shu.txt #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE SO SORRY IF THE FORMATTING IS WEIRD #yaminions here is the food i promised 🫡

[luvxiem]

can i request mysta with 9 'i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your [partner/gf/bf]' and 13 'you're being so lame right now'? fluff please! ^^

last minute

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: ~650

✧ pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, little humor

✧ summary: your boyfriend refused to tell you what he was wearing to your best friend's costume party leaving you curious and pouting, but little did you know that he was just deflecting because he hadn't found one yet.

"what are you wearing?"

mysta looks over at you from where he stood in the hallway of your shared apartment, his hand still raised near his head where he was fixing his hair.

"what do you mean?" he asks. "isn't it obvious?"

"well clearly i wouldn't be asking if it was."

"i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your boyfriend!" said boyfriend of yours is wearing a beige sweater that you tend to steal pretty often and a pair of lightwash jeans, as well as the little magnetic charm bracelet that you bought the two of you on a whim after seeing it on an instagram ad (even you are not safe from big data knowing what you like, and bracelets with magnetic half-hearts that form a full heart when together is exactly the type of thing that you would buy).

"babe, you're being so lame right now. also, couldn't you have done like, y'know, a catboy or something? all you have to do is draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner, it's not that hard."

"i dunno—i just thought it'd be cute if we matched."

"eww, do you have a crush on me? that's cringe," you joke, scrunching your nose in mock disgust. you're unable to hide your smile as mysta's eyebrows raise in confusion. his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the wall with a rather cute pout.

"what are you talking about, we're literally dating," he deadpans.

"says who? do you have proof?"

"the fuck you mean proof—of course there's proof we've been-"

"is the proof in the room with us?" you ask, making a show of looking around the room. mysta groans loudly as his head falls back and that's what breaks you, your laughter loudly ringing in the air while your boyfriend rolls his eyes.

"you are so fucking annoying, you know that?" pushing himself off the wall, mysta walks over to where you're seated on the sofa.

"you love me," you grin, pulling him by the arm down onto the couch beside you. grabbing his chin, you angle his face toward you so that you could leave a sweet kiss on his lips. his face is dusted with a healthy flush when you pull away, and his eyes dart from your own, down to your lips and back to your eyes again. and so, unable to deny your lover of his needs, you peck him again. and again. and again. until he finally has enough of your increasingly aggressive kisses and pushes your face away with a laugh.

"stop it, you kiss like a woodpecker," he whines, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sound of your giggle.

"i can't help it, i just love you sooo much," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing out the 'o' for as long as you could before mysta rolls his eyes at you again.

"you're lucky you're cute,"

"mmhm. y'know what else is cute?"

"what? if you say 'your mom' i'm gonna punt you across the room."

"hey, your mom is very cute! but no, what i was gonna say was your quote unquote boyfriend outfit. since when did you steal this sweater from me?" mysta levels you with an unimpressed stare.

"you mean my sweater? i had to dig it out of your side of the closet, you gremlin."

you tug at the fabric and hum.

"okay, well, it doesn't smell like you anymore so honestly i don't even want it. even if it is super soft."

mysta removes your hand from his sweater and intertwines your fingers instead, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"i knew it, you only want me for my cologne, don't you?"

"hey! i like your ass, too."

"why am i even dating you."

[ WRITTEN 230722 ]

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#this is me being silly teehee #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.500 #mysta rias fluff #mysta rias x reader #luxiem fluff #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #mysta.txt #SORRY FOR NOT WRITING IN AGES :') #please take this short silly req as an offering... #i think dating mysta would just have a lot of silly banter back and forth

[luvxiem]

rabies... probably — shu yamino

› pairing: shu yamino x gn!reader

› word count: ~500

› genre: fluff

› summary: shu's friends find it both hysterical and slightly concerning over how... feral you get over your boyfriend. shu decides to confront you over it after one too many teeth marks were left on his skin.

if there is one thing about you, it’s that you don’t fuck with your friend’s partners. you’re not dating them so why would you care what they do? as long as they treat your friends right and they’re happy, their relationship is none of your business. your boyfriend, on the other hand, is ALL of your business. this includes his friends.

when shu first introduced you to his friend group, you were quite nervous. he holds them in high regard, and you wanted to make a good impression on them. needless to say, the meeting went fantastically and you’re happy to say that you’re able to call them your friends now as well. however, with friendship comes being progressively more and more unhinged the closer you get. shu’s friends were no exception and are unfortunate witnesses to your more… feral moments.

this brings us to now.

shu squints at you from across the living room, purposefully keeping the couch in between you two to work as a barrier of sorts.

“why do you keep biting me.” the way he says it makes it sound less like a question and more like a statement. you blink at him innocently.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you deny. he crosses his arms and your gaze immediately snaps to his biceps (they look particularly delicious in that tight t-shirt of his). shu notices where you look and sighs.

“babe, even luca has mentioned it at this point. you can’t keep doing it in public—i don’t understand why you even do it.”

you stare at him.

“i'm literally obsessed with you.”

the resulting flush is worth the loss of your dignity. shu spins on his heel in an effort to compose himself, but you can clearly see the bright red blush on his cheeks as he struggles to contain his obvious glee. clearing his throat, he turns back to you and schools his expression.

“right. that's kinda cringe, though. why are you being parasocial?” he deadpans. you narrow your eyes at him and he sweats.

“we’re literally dating. you're my boyfriend. if i wanna be obsessed and parasocial with you then i will. in fact—” the way shu’s eyes widen in surprise as you vault over the sofa will remain in your mind for days to come for how hilarious he looked.

“babe, NO—” his voice cracks as you bite into the flesh of his arm. “stop biting me!” he screeches, but with how hard he’s laughing it’s difficult for you to take his request seriously.

releasing him from your mouth, you reach up to pull his face down so you can kiss him. he shuts up real quick with that.

written — 231127

#listen. i. DONT LOOK AT ME #I WROTE THIS IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS #heres ur food yaminions. i understand now. #luvxiem.writing #shu.txt #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino fluff #this is me projecting btw #LMFAOOOOOOO #i wanna eat him soooo bad #ALSO if shu feels different from how i usually write him #it's bc this drabble was originally meant for luca LOLLL #i just changed it to shu cuz im kinda obsessed w him rn

[luvxiem]

child!luca who comes from the greatly respected kaneshiro family, one filled with generation after generation of loyal knights. luca, who grew up alongside the reader, the eldest child and heir to the crown. luca, who trained tirelessly day in and day out to feel worthy of the title of imperial knight. luca, who watches the reader from afar and blushes when they compliment his form.

luca, who gets knighted at only 15—the youngest to ever do so—and joins the imperial guard. his father praises his skill and celebrates his newfound knighthood and achievement with a party, but halfway through luca slips away from the crowd and ends up on a balcony. he admires the moon and prays that you remember him

knight!luca who watches with concealed worry at your coronation after the sudden death of your parents, who clutches the sword at his side tightly after hearing thinly veiled insults thrown at you from unimpressed nobles

knight!luca who serves his beloved emperor, who becomes the captain of the imperial knights and trains his subordinates to become the best they can be to protect you.

knight!luca who is assigned to guard you as you sleep, who averts his eyes when you begin to undress before him after dismissing the aids

knight!luca who stays oh so impossibly still when you brush a hand across his armored chest, heat radiating from his cheeks as he clenches his fists in an effort not to touch you. you, who is so radiant and beautiful, who is beyond his status as a knight and shouldn't, cannot be sullied by his callused hands and scarred fingers. you, who tucks a stray strand of blonde hair that escaped his ponytail behind his ear and strokes his cheek with clear fondness.

you, who knows your most loyal knight by name, who knows his favorite food and his drink of choice on his rare days off. you, who has watched him just as much as he's watched you, who has prayed for his safe return after a hard fought battle against invading forces. you, who tenderly removes every armor piece, every weapon from his body and drags him to your bed.

knight!luca who falls harder every day, who leaves sweet kisses against your hair and writes unspoken confessions into your skin. who lays beside you every night holding you tightly to his chest and thanking the gods every day for having the honor of loving you.

#im so mentally ill rn #god i need him so bad #this is mildly different from my othe luca royalty au i've been thinking abt #that one is an arranged marriage 😏 #this one tho. reader and luca r equally obsessed with each other #sorry if this doesn't make sense btw it's 2:30 in the morning and i didn't read over this LAWLLLLL #luvxiem.writing #luca.txt #luca kaneshiro x reader #knight x ruler is one of my fave dynamics #this is why zelink is superior #a loyal knight and his beloved princess #gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

[luvxiem]

I don't wanna be too presumptuous but if rqs for the tiny drabbles........ can I ask for a tiny luca fluff drabble? 🥺 his roomba stream is giving me brainrot bc he said he's scared of balloons popping like the big scared golden retriever he is.......... but don't push yourself if you can't!!! ik how busy it is this time of yr (I'm a stem student do I'm getting fuckin eviscerated over here........) thank you so much!!

I love the blog theme btw......... so cute........

-🦉

HES SUCH A BABY I WANT TO EAT HIM

"shouldn't you tell him to come back now?"

you lift up your sunglasses to glance over at elira. your friend is laying down beside you on her stomach, her face in her hands as she munches on chips.

"what?" you mumble, partially out of it as you were napping under the shade of your beach umbrella. elira takes a moment to swallow before speaking up again.

"your boyfriend," she clarifies. "he's like... what is he doing?" she laughs. you look past her to see what she was talking about and the sight brings a smile to your face.

farther down the coastline is said boyfriend, along with shu, millie and maria. they're running back and forth along the sand, shrieking as the waves come and lap at their feet. you watch them for a moment, a pleasant warmth in your chest as you listen to luca's joyful laughter. he's gently pushing mari closer to the waves, clearly taking great joy in her screech as she's submerged up to her waist.

as he's running back to dry sand, luca catches your eye and waves excitedly. when you motion with your hand for him to come closer, he jogs over with a confused grin.

"what's up, babe?" he asks, sweat dripping from his brow as he fans himself with one hand under the warm sun. you sit up on your beach towel and reach for your bag, rummaging around before taking out your bottle of sunscreen. luca sees it and sits down in front of you, already knowing what you're going to say.

"it's been two hours already?" he asks as he shrugs off his beach shirt, looking at you over his shoulder. you pour a good amount of sunscreen into your hand before placing the bottle off to the side, rubbing your palms together before reaching up to rub it into his skin.

you hum as you spread the sunscreen evenly across his back and shoulders. "no, but the suns pretty strong and it's better to be safe than sorry. i don't want you to burn," you say. luca nods.

"right," he agrees. while you're finishing getting his lower back, he leans over to the side to grab the container of chips elira had abandoned in favor of running away from a soaked millie.

"ahhhh," he says, gently feeding you the chips as you nudge him to turn around. you pour out more sunscreen into your hands and begin rubbing his chest.

"uhhh... babe?" luca laughs, albeit this time a little nervously.

"yes?"

"ya know i can get my front, right?"

"i know."

"sooo...?"

"don't worry about it. feed me more chips."

#i KNOW ITS WINTER FOR MOST OF US BUT I MISS THE BEACH UE UE UE #i just. i wanna touch his back....... and shoulders #...... #dont look at me #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.supas #user.🦉 #luca.txt #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT BTW DHBSGJBSD

[luvxiem]

Hello:} for your new event can i ask ike with 3 softly rubbing your nose against theirs? It has been on my mind for a while, just imagine doing this in the morning with a super sleepy ikey;w; istg this man needs more content

+ "hihi!!! congrats on the 300 followers, you deserve it<3 can i request No. 28 "Hrmg, I'm not moving. Don't make me." with ikey? YALL CANT TELL ME THAT THIS MAN DOESNT LOVE TO CUDDLE YALL CANNNT" + "Sol congrats on the 300 followers!!<3 For the event, could i request ikey with No. 19 "babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring?"? Have a nice day/night!♡"

morning glory

word count ! 550~ pairing ! ike eveland x gn!reader genre ! fluff summary ! you're supposed to meet a few friends for brunch but ike thinks you're very comfy

it's warm.

your eyelids blearily slipped open, vaguely recognizing the blurry shapes of your lover's bedroom and the sunlight peeking through the curtains. there’s a comforting weight over your stomach that you know is ike’s arm—a grounding element that keeps you from drifting off again.

taking care not to wake him up, you roll over to face your boyfriend, reaching a hand up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. your palm lingers on his cheek, thumb tenderly rubbing against soft skin as you admire how pretty he looks. ike’s brows furrow for a moment, soft mumbles coming out of his mouth before he adjusts to tuck his head under your chin, letting out a happy sigh against your neck as he tightens his grip on your waist.

you smile at your lover's antics, tilting your head down to leave a lingering kiss on his hair. he whines when he feels you shift, somehow clinging to you even tighter than he was before.

“stop moving…” he grumbles, hooking a leg over yours in an effort to prevent you from disrupting his happy cuddle bubble. giggling softly, you run your fingers through his hair in apology and ike leans into your hand, humming in content. you can feel the rumbling of his chest against yours and you can’t help but seize the chance to tease your lover.

“babe. my love. song in my heart,” you coo, a sly smile forming on your face. “are you purring?” instantly you feel ike freeze against you, muscles tense as he scrambles to come up with a reply and save any lingering shred of dignity.

he settles with a rather sad, "i don't know what you're talking about," and turns to face the other direction with a huff. the novelist is surely pouting, and although he's the one who flipped over he can't help but long for your skin on his once again. luckily for him, being together for so long means you're well acquainted with ike's many quirks—including the way he clicks his tongue whenever he's feeling particularly clingy—and you slip an arm around his waist as you rest your head on your elbow to lean over him.

ike turns his head to sneak a glance at you but opens his eyes wide in surprise seeing your face so close to his. the novelist flushes, opening his mouth to speak only to be interrupted when you bend down to rub your nose against his, a soft sigh escaping him. the corner of his mouth twitches upward against his will, and ike knows that this battle is lost.

“we need to get ready, darling,” you murmur, eyes darting from golden eyes to parted lips. ike frowns, leaning closer to hide his face in your chest. he can feel the rumble of your laughter and merely holds you tighter, especially when you start running your fingers through his hair, lightly scraping your nails against his scalp.

“hrmg,i’m not moving,” he grumbles, struggling not to shudder when you tug lightly on a few pale strands. “don’t make me.”

you hum, deliberating in your head if staying in was worth the earful you’re bound to get from a certain dark haired demon later. glancing down at your dozing boyfriend, it was easy to make a decision.

vox can wait.

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#luvxiem.writing #ike.txt #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luvxiem.300

[luvxiem]

sandcastles

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: 1k

✧ pairing: past vox akuma x gn!reader, implied luca kaneshiro x gn!reader

✧ genre: angst, forgiveness, exes au, ambiguous breakup (the reason was never mentioned but nobody is the villain here), bittersweet, hurt comfort (?)

✧ summary: you run into a familiar face at a coffee shop from your past that you never thought you would see again.

it feels a little like coming home.

the cafe is largely empty with the few patrons it has focused on their own conversations or their devices. golden rays spill through the blinds and bathe the store in a soft haze.

warm steam rises from your coffee as you rest your hands on the walnut table, fiddling with the ring on your right hand. the gleam of silver from his left is a stark reminder of how different he is now—how different you both are.

vox places his cup down gently on the table after taking a long sip from his tea and hums. you take a moment to admire how he looks—his hair is shorter now, no longer reaching past his shoulder, and delicate wire-frame glasses sit on his nose. the red tassel earring was replaced by something a little smaller, a little subtler, and yet even with these little changes, he's still the man that you once knew. the man that you once loved.

he still bounces his left knee and cracks his knuckles with his right hand, he still swirls his tea around before tasting it, he still carries onigiri around by his belt loop and he still wears that black beaded bracelet.

and suddenly it's easy to remember the years that you've spent together. the many kisses and hugs and promises of devotion on rainy nights under warm blankets. the cold dinners and unread messages and quiet tears after midnight.

vox speaks up first.

"how are you?"

it's an easy question—one you've heard a countless number of times throughout your life and yet this one feels just a little more loaded—as if dozens of unspoken words laid underneath those three.

are your coworkers still bothering you? don't skip meals. i hope you're happy.

"i'm doing okay."

we get along now. i still forget to eat sometimes. i hope you're doing well.

“that’s good to hear.” vox offers a small smile—something a little unsure yet meaningful—the corner of his lip quirking up just like how you remember.

there isn’t much else to say. it’s difficult to come up with words that feel appropriate for the situation—of an engaged man meeting his ex-lover, one that he thought he would’ve married some day. a life of hushed laughter and broad smiles, of little ones toddling around in a spacious home and warm cuddles in front of a fire.

you cast a lingering glance at the ring adorning his left hand before looking up to meet his eyes.

“congratulations, by the way,” you say, and you pray that your smile looks genuine.

vox's lip quirks up at your words, his gaze lowered to his lap as he tries to figure out what to say.

“for what it’s worth,” he starts, gnawing on his lower lip. “for what it’s worth, i’m sorry.”

four years ago you would’ve killed to hear those words from him. a younger, angrier you who hid behind shaded blinds and alcoholic drinks in an attempt to forget. but you've grown, and with that growth came the realization of your own faults. the foundations of your relationship crumbled due to neglect on both sides.

you're sure the look on your face shows your regrets well.

"thank you, and i'm sorry too. i wasn't exactly the perfect partner either—i'm not good at communicating my needs. i'm working on it."

vox hesitates before speaking up once more.

"are you... are you seeing anybody?" he asks, looking up. you nod.

"i am. he's... very kind. and sweet. my parents love him."

"i'm glad to hear that." and you believe him.

"are you nervous?" vox's eyebrow raises in mild confusion. "about your wedding, i mean. did you figure out a date yet?" you clarify.

"ah," vox nods in understanding and looks back down, fiddling with his ring.

"we decided on november, hopefully it won't be too chilly." there's a pregnant pause before he speaks again.

"i'm scared," he whispers, eyebrows furrowed and left fist clenching atop the table. "i don't want to mess things up."

like i did with us.

his admission hurts a little, old wounds resurfacing alongside the memories of a time now past. but with his admission comes a wave of acceptance. perhaps this meeting was exactly what you needed—what you both needed.

"you shouldn't let your fears hold you back from finding happiness," you start, waiting for vox to look up. when his eyes meet yours, there's a hint of something in them that cements your resolve. "because if you love them as much as you loved me, then i think you'll be okay."

golden eyes widen at your words and he throws his head back as a soft laugh slips from his lips.

it feels a little like forgiveness.

"you're right," he breathes, and when he looks at you again, he looks a little brighter, as if a weight was suddenly lifted off his shoulders.

"i hope you allow yourself happiness as well. i hope you're treating yourself kindly," he says, and something inside you chips away at his earnest expression.

and maybe you can admit that you're not fully there yet. maybe there are still bad days amongst the good ones, and maybe there are still times where you can't seem to smile, guilt weighing down on your bones with every yearning gaze from violet eyes. the fear of losing soft blonde hair and warm hands keeping you up at night, tracing tattoos under the moonlight with a heavy heart.

but you'll get there. and maybe it won't be for another week or a month or a year, but you will. and maybe one day, you'll have a ring on your left hand that has a pair worn by another.

"thank you," you say, and you can only hope that he knows the depths of your feelings. vox gives you a knowing smile before checking the time on his phone.

"gotta run?" you ask, and he nods.

"we're supposed to check the venue today," he explains. the two of you stand, tossing your empty cups into the trash as you exit the cafe.

there's a pleasant breeze in the air and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery across the street fills you with warmth. you turn to face vox and offer him a small smile.

"it was nice seeing you," you say, and this time, when you say goodbye, your heart feels full.

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#luvxiem.writing #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma angst #luxiem x reader #luxiem angst #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en angst #vox.txt #an old wip i finally finished #originally this was meant to be written for luca but i think vox fits better #sorry if vox is ooc here LAWLLLL

[luvxiem]

under the night sky

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, suggestive, established relationship, lowk borderline smut :skull: literally all u do is make out

word count: 630

##SUMMARY

you're the oasis he's been searching for amidst an endless desert

“your hair looks good like this,” you sigh, twirling blonde locks around your finger as luca adjusts his hold on your hips. the usual side pony was let down for the evening after a long day of work and stress and your lover looks up at you through thick lashes, a boyish grin adorning his face.

“mmmm, yeah?” he murmurs, leaning forward to steal another kiss. large palms run up your thighs that were straddling his own to the sides of your waist, your loose fitting t-shirt riding up exposing bare skin to the warm summer air. slick lips brushed against yours and you let out a small gasp as luca’s tongue slipped into your mouth with ease.

he’s warm, incredibly so and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought the man under you was sick with a fever. despite the many kisses you’ve shared since coming outside to the pool deck, luca presses against you with just as much passion as the first, eager hands gripping your hips tightly before sliding lower to cup your ass. small bruises littered your skin where the blonde got a bit overzealous in his affections, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care when his touch feels like bliss.

“mmmmm.”

separating with a loud smack, you lean back and let out a soft chuckle when luca chases after you with a whine. a string of spit connected you two until you licked your lips, hooded eyes observing your boyfriend who was now currently nuzzling the area where your shoulder met your neck and leaving a trail of soft kisses across your collarbone.

a sudden pain forces a sharp moan out of you, blunt nails digging into luca’s biceps as he laps at the newly forming bruise in apology.

“you taste so, you taste so good,” he groans, resting his forehead on your chest for a moment to catch his breath. distantly, you wonder if it was possible for him to get an asthma attack if you keep this up for too long.

you’re running your fingers through his hair once again when the world abruptly spins around you—a yelp escaping your lips as you find yourself laying down on the pool chair, your boyfriend looming over you with hunger in his gaze.

you roll your eyes before letting out a pleased sigh when luca starts trailing wet kisses down the length of your body, his gentle caresses almost reverent in the way he devoted equal attention to every part of you.

“love you,” he mumbles, pressing his cheek against the heated skin of your thigh before peering up at you, seemingly waiting for your permission to go any further.

you gesture at him to come closer, reaching up to grip the back of his neck and pulling him down to seal your mouth over his once more. luca’s heart feels as if it will pound right out of his chest and his lungs are screaming for air but the taste of you on his tongue leaves him unable to think of anything else.

he’s greedy for you—the years you’ve been together doing nothing to satiate the need his body has to feel you against him at all hours of the day. maybe later down the line the burning hunger will die down into a warm flame, the velvet box hiding in the back of his underwear drawer a testament to his devotion for you. perhaps a few kids that were a perfect mix of your hair and his eyes will finally appease the possessive part of him that never seems satisfied despite the many hickeys decorating your body, but for now luca is happy to remind you of his love for you through other means. the night is still young after all.

##WRITTEN ON 230103

#luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #this. this is not. smut. its not #wtf do i tag this #anyways luca would 100% be a simp when it comes to making out. a little pathetic even #man lives off your kisses #also definitely into leaving hickeys #i take no criticism #luca.txt #update feb 20 2023. this is so embarassing how tf did i write this #STOP IM TOO SHY NOW #ples ae niji dont perceive i will literally cry

[luvxiem]

2am shower thoughts

word count ! ~320 pairing ! luca kaneshiro x gn!reader genre ! humor summary ! i got mindbroken by luca's stream

“pssssst. psssssssssst.” there’s something poking your shoulder.

“mmmrrmmphhhfff,” you groan, rolling over and snuggling into the warmth of your comforter. you kept your eyes tightly shut, desperately wishing for the sweet, sweet embrace of the abyss to take you once again. it’s still early into the night, if you fall back asleep now you’ll still feel refreshed in the morning, you’re sure of it. now if you could just pass out already…it’s so close…you can almost taste it…almost there…almost…

…

“babe.”

and there it goes.

“…yeah, honey?” you hear some shuffling behind you, presumably luca turning to face you. you can faintly feel the warmth of his breath against the nape of your neck. your lover probably forgot to tell you about a change in plans or something along those lines. these days he’s been busy overseeing deals and turf wars, leaving him out late at night more often than not. it’s fine, you can adjust your schedule to fit his. it’s fine.

“are oranges called oranges because oranges are orange? or are they called oranges because orange is orange?”

...

you’re gonna punt him off the bed. furrowing your brow, you have to physically restrain yourself from kicking your idiot of a boyfriend and forcing him to sleep on the couch for the rest of the night. a sigh escapes your lips as you contemplate the pros and cons of doing so.

“luca.”

“yes?”

“for the love of god. please. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” you can feel more than hear his laughter as luca pulls you into his chest, his lips finding a place against the crook of your shoulder. soft kisses pepper your skin in apology as warm hands slip under your sleep shirt.

“love you,” he giggles. unfortunately for him, you’re still mildly annoyed at getting your sleep interrupted.

“i swear to god luca if you don’t just go to-“

“i will i will!”

WRITTEN ON ! 111422

#luvxiem.writing #luca.txt #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #this entire stream was a fever dream #actually surreal ToT

[luvxiem]

pink camellias

word count ! ~3.3k pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff summary ! flower shop/tattoo parlor au (alternates between reader & the boys bc i want cute flower boys too) song ! whereabouts of the bouquet | kanae

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

occasionally on mornings where you're arranging flowers outside the shop, you would spot the handsome stranger across the street opening up for the day. sometimes, the two of you would make eye contact and he would shoot you a pleasant smile before slipping past the parlor door. you never spoke to him—never even got within six feet of him, in fact—but your curiosity was piqued by this pretty boy with fishnet gloves and wire-frame glasses.

your thoughts couldn't help but stray to him—the quiet, mysterious tattoo shop owner across the street. what you didn't know, however, was that he's noticed you too. to him, you're the gorgeous florist with a dazzling smile, and his mood always seems to lift after meeting your eyes. when he gets a particularly difficult client, his gaze will shift from them and out the windows, ultimately landing on your colorful form. the image of you grinning and laughing with one of your regulars shoots a burst of energy in his veins, letting him survive the day with his sanity thankfully intact.

it was a quiet wednesday morning when you finally met.

you were once again arranging a new arrangement of spring flowers out on your shops windowsill, humming a soft tune under your breath. you didn't notice him slowly approaching until he was right behind you, yelping in surprise when you spun around and saw him so close. he let out a soft laugh as you placed your hand on your chest, playfully scowling at him.

"god, you scared me!" you breathed. "how are you so quiet? i didn't even hear you come up." the stranger gave you a knowing smile.

"it seems to be a talent of mine. my friends complain about it quite often as well," he says, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. taking his hand out of his pocket, he reaches out to shake your own.

"it's nice to finally meet you," he starts. "my name is ike. i work at the tattoo parlor just over there." he points over his shoulder to the shop in question. funnily enough, you swear you can see a figure in the window giving the two of you a big thumbs up. he seemed to be wearing a fedora?

returning your gaze to ike, you smile and introduce yourself in turn. he was much more beautiful in person, you thought. and maybe it was the soft sunlight dancing across his features, or the gentle breeze ruffling his hair in a way that felt criminal, but you felt emboldened by the tranquility of the moment and spoke before you could chicken out.

"would you like to come inside for tea?" you ask, biting your lower lip slightly. ike's gaze softens at your words.

"i'd love to, älskling."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

luca loved his job. it was clear to see his adoration for tattoos considering the swirling forms of ink adorning his chest, back and arm, and he had the reputation to back it up; great skills, excellent service, and a wonderful conversationalist. the blonde's shop is a popular choice for first-timers thanks to his bubbly attitude and easy-going personality, and he had a way of making you feel comfortable in the chair even with a needle buzzing away and leaving permanent marks on your skin. he knew why he was popular; luca has high emotional intelligence after all. how else could he make his clients feel so at ease as he does? this reputation was what drew you to his shop in the first place.

immediately you felt out of place in your pastel yellow cardigan and white linen trousers. when you called on the phone, the woman you spoke to was enthusiastic about your idea and understood your request for the "nice artist that everybody goes to for their first tattoo". you assume the turquoise-haired receptionist sitting behind the counter was her, and you mustered up the courage to approach at her kind smile.

"hi! did you have an appointment?" she asked. you nodded and gave her your information as she clicked through the files on her computer. turning back to you, she gave you another grin in an attempt to ease your obvious nerves.

"luca's just cleaning up his equipment from his last appointment, he should be ready in five to ten minutes," she says. nodding and shooting her a quick thank you, you go sit down on one of the plush couches as you wait to be called in.

it feels like no time has passed at all before a head of blonde hair pokes out from behind a door, violet eyes sweeping across the lobby before landing on you. suddenly, a bright smile adorns the man's face as recognition flickers in his eyes.

"hey!" he calls, approaching you quickly. your eyes quickly drop to his rather large chest—how are his tits so big? what the fuck. that button is fighting for its life right now. oh god the way his shirt stretches as he moves. is he talking right now? oh fuck i'm staring aren't i shit oh god fuck-

you quickly snap your gaze back to his face, praying to any god out there that he didn't notice your painful obvious staring. lucky for you, luca is the textbook definition of himbo. while he did notice, he thought it was for a completely different reason.

"oh shit, is there something on my shirt?" he asks, looking down to check.

"ah, no, there was a fly but it's gone now," you quickly say, trying to salvage the situation and save your hide. the receptionist is watching the exchange with stifled laughter.

"oh pog, that's fine then," the blonde says. "anyways, as i was saying. it's super cool to finally meet you in person! i'm luca, you own the flower shop across the street right?" you nod, fiddling with your sleeves. he leads you into the studio with a smile, plopping down onto the swivel chair and flipping through a black binder that presumably held your design.

"it's super cool that you're getting a tattoo," luca starts, removing a few sheets of paper from the binder. "i'm honored to design your first one. i know it's a big deal and you might be scared, but there's nothing to be nervous about! here's some of the designs i came up with for your idea, by the way. don't worry if you don't like any of them, we wanna make sure you're a hundred percent satisfied with the design before we start inking!" he finishes. luckily for the both of you, you fell in love with a version on the second page.

luca grins, and soon enough the high buzzing of the tattoo needle fills the room. seeing that you're still a bit fidgety, he racks his brain for a way to calm you down while he sanitizes your skin with an alcohol wipe.

"hey, uh…" he pauses. you look up and meet his eyes. luca bites his lip for a moment before continuing with a small smile.

"how about we make a deal?" you lift an eyebrow showing that you're interested.

"if i can get this session done without any tears or panic attacks, will you go on a date with me?"

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

tucked away in a hidden corner of central london was a quaint little street filled with cute little shops and flowering trees. string lights hung across the buildings while vines crept up the red brick giving it a cozy atmosphere. passerby can be seen browsing the many stores and chatting with each other outside cafes, sipping on their tea and snacking on pastries. overall, it was a popular area for locals and a hidden gem for tourists.

there was one store in particular that got a bit more foot traffic than the others, and that was the flower shop. run by a mother and her son, you could always see at least one patron scanning the many bouquets or discussing events with either of the two florists. they were well known for their great color combinations and meaningful consultations, and the two had a solid group of regulars coming back every week.

one of those regulars was you.

your coworkers can find you at the florists every tuesday morning to pick up your usual order of carnations to decorate the reception desk of your tattoo parlor. they were your favorite flower and there was always a bouquet set aside and ready for you to pick up when you inevitably dropped by.

today, however, you were met with the son instead of the matron who normally worked tuesday mornings.

walking inside, the tinkling of a bell signaled your arrival in the shop. there was one other person here this early in the morning—an old man you see every week picking up flowers for his husband. you shoot him a quick hello and a smile before you turn to the front counter. you saw the carnations wrapped up and ready on the shelf behind the counter, but no florist to be seen. since you were in no rush, you decided to just wait and look out the window, watching a rather amusing dispute between a squirrel and a bird.

about five minutes had passed before you hear a door open. looking over your shoulder, the first thing you notice is his orange shirt, and the rather large basket of peonies in his arms. closing the door behind him with his foot, the man turns around and jumps slightly at the sight of you.

"oh shit!" he yelps, fumbling the flowers in his arms. you laugh a little under your breath at how cute he is before you walk over to him.

"do you need help?" you giggle, reaching out an arm in case the basket fell. he waves a hand signaling that he's fine before sliding past you and gently setting the flowers down onto the counter. briefly, memories of the matron retelling various stories and gushing over her son flash in your mind. he's a lot more handsome than you thought, based off her descriptions of him alone.

"you own that tattoo parlor down the street, right?" the man asks, turning around to face you. "my mum told me you would be coming to pick up the flowers. i'm mysta, by the way." walking around the counter to pick up the bouquet of carnations, he turns back to you and inputs the price into the register. you swipe your card and quickly thank him as he hands them off to you with a grin. you're about to push open the door to leave when you pause, biting your lip. fuck it, you think, turning back around.

"mysta," you call. the florist looks up from where he was arranging another bouquet.

"yeah?" he responds, quirking an eyebrow. taking a deep breath, you smile.

"would you be interested in grabbing a bite to eat later?"

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

it only appears when you need it most. at least, that was how the rumor goes. it was hard the believe that the run down building across the street was home to a magical flower shop, but there were too many people who swore they’ve met the sorcerer to brush it off completely.

it was quite an old building—vines crawled up the decrepit brick and weeds sprouted in large clumps in the cracked sidewalk. the archway leading to it was rusted and the gate itself was hanging precariously by its hinges.

you refused to believe it at first. after all, magic wasn’t real, right? but the number of clients gushing to you about the pretty florist kept increasing. it spread to your actual work as well with many of them requesting to get their flower permanently inked onto their bodies.

every morning now when you’re opening up the shop, you find yourself looking over your shoulder to stare at the old building, wondering if you would ever be able to see it like so many others have.

the answer to your question showed itself almost a month later.

when a rather scathing review of your shop appeared on yelp, you couldn’t help but feel insecure of your work and your place in this profession. despite what your coworkers and fellow artists have said in an attempt to reassure you, you couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of the back of your mind.

now, you find yourself locking up the parlor for the day when you hear a faint tinkling. it sounded like wind chimes, but as far as you knew, nobody on this street had any hanging outside. curious, you strained your ears to see if you could determine where the sound was coming from. it was almost enchanting, and you couldn’t stop yourself from walking toward its melody. your feet take you to the rusted gates across the street, and taking a brief look around, nobody else was outside at the moment. it almost seemed as if the world went quiet. pushing past the worn gates, you gasped at the sight.

instead of the dilapidated old building you thought you would see, your eyes are met with a warm brick shop with smoke gently puffing out its chimney. flowers you’ve never even seen before were on display in the windowsills, and the dainty cobblestone path was lined with little orbs of light. for a lack of a better word, it was magical.

pushing open the wooden door, you hear the tinkling of the wind chime that drew you to the shop in the first place. taking a quick glance around, you see various flowers and plants tastefully decorated around the room. the muted purple walls seemed to hum with energy—in fact, the whole place did.

you took careful steps around the displays when you hear the wind chime’s melody once again. this time, it takes you toward the back of the shop where you find a small pot housing what looked to be daisies. you let your fingers brush against the petals lightly, breathing in its pleasant aroma. taking a closer look, however, you see a little label next to the pot that said ‘chamomile.’

“it means strength in adversity,” a voice says behind you. spinning on your heel, you’re met with striking violet eyes and a mischievous smile. the man—who you’re going to assume is the florist/sorcerer everybody has been talking about—is leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. you stare at him for a moment. he really is pretty, you thought.

kicking off from the wall, he walks up to you and caresses the chamomiles with a soft look on his face. turning to you, he grins.

"it's nice to finally meet you, neighbor. i was wondering when you would show up,” he says. “i’m shu; i’m the owner of the shop.” you reach out to shake his hand as you introduce yourself in turn. looking back at the white flowers, you bite your lip. opening your mouth, you ask him how much they cost. shu shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"i don't take mortal money,” he starts. “all my customers pay me with memories or feelings instead. they’re much more valuable to me and my work.”

soon enough, you find yourself sitting on a plush chair with a bowl of swirling pink mist sitting in front of you—mist that was supposed to be your emotions. shu dips his hand into the bowl briefly before he jerks it back with a blush on his face. he coughs awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes. the sorcerer rubs the back of his head before taking the bowl and pouring its contents into a flask he seemed to pull out of thin air.

right when you’re about to leave the shop with your chamomiles in hand, the violet eyed man stops you with a hand gripping your elbow. you raise your eyebrow at him in question.

"um…" shu starts. he takes a deep breath before continuing. “would you be interested in coming back? you don’t need to buy anything, it’s just…” he bites his lip. “i’d like to see you again, if that’s ok.”

six months later, you shrug off your jacket and place it on shu’s chair revealing fresh ink on your shoulder. he grins at the sight.

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

AKUMA FLOWERS was well known for its handsome florist. extremely well known. you can often find handfuls of people trailing into the store as if they were hypnotized, an excited smile gracing their face as they greet the man. it's obvious to see that many of these patrons aren't exactly interested in the flowers but vox instead, and despite this he always welcomes them in with a warm hello and an attractive grin. however, it was because of these types of customers that the demon tends to appreciate those with a genuine interest in his work.

vox takes a lot of pride in his arrangements—many nights have been spent memorizing different flower meanings and experimenting with color combos—and the demon knows his regulars appreciate his efforts. the florist lets his familiar smirk soften into a more sincere smile whenever a regular comes in to the store, welcoming them by name.

yes, vox loves flowers. how ironic that a fearsome demon such as he now wears soft cardigans and tenderly cares for roses. but despite this stark contrast in his nature and his job, he doesn’t regret choosing this path. after all, it led him to you.

vox wasn't ignorant of your lingering glances. when you park your motorcycle and tug off your helmet, your eyes automatically land on his store across the street. it’s hard to ignore your presence when more than a few of his patrons have complained about the noise of your bike, but all he can think about is how breathtaking you look every day.

the demon puffs out his chest a little bit more, stands a little taller every time he feels your gaze on him. yes, he preens at your attention. sue him. on more than one occasion he’s considered walking inside your parlor for a tattoo just so that he could have an excuse to talk to you. luckily, he didn’t have to resort to that.

one late afternoon after the last customer for the day left, vox heard the small tinkling of a bell signaling an arrival. he poked his head out from behind a display, the words ‘i’m so sorry, but i’m afraid we’re closed for today’ on his lips when his eyes landed on your form. vox’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ in surprise, before he stood up straight and dusted his apron.

"oh, um, hello there,” he stuttered. internally, vox cursed himself. where did the suave voice demon go?

"hey yourself, handsome,” you purred, sliding up next to him. from this close, vox could smell your perfume and gods was it simply alluring.

"it's nice to finally put a voice to your face,” you say, cocking your head to the side.

"don't you mean, putting a name to my face?” he asks, sure that that was how the saying usually goes. you let out a melodic laugh at his question and vox was sure he couldn’t fall any harder.

"oh, i know your name, vox akuma,” you declare. “my coworkers go on and on about the handsome florist across the street.” the demon feels his face flush at your words, and curses himself for doing so once again. putting on a brave front, he smirked.

"this is a bit unfair then, no? i should get to know your name as well,” he bargains, leaning over slightly. his eyes widen in surprise when you lean closer as well, your eyes darting down to his lips before you meet your gaze again.

"i'll tell you if you agree to grab dinner with me?” you propose. vox doesn’t even have to think before he replies.

"let me close up the shop real quick and we can go. i know a great pizza place down the road.”

WRITTEN ! 081122

#luvxiem.writing #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #nijisanji en x reader #vox.txt #mysta.txt #shu.txt #ike.txt #luca.txt #hehe i lub aus #also hopping on the 'ike calls u swedish petnames' bandwagon <3 #can u guess who luca's receptionist was #anyways i like writing vox as being needy #vottom enthusiast is i #wink wonk #also also if u were wondering pink camellias mean longing aha *bits lip*

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cuddling with...

word count ! ~600 pairing ! mysta x gn!reader genre ! fluff song ! die alone | finneas

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

laying in bed together after a longer stream, you on the inside and him on the outside with your legs intertwined

him resting his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair as he talks about his day

him drawing shapes with his finger on the exposed skin of your waist

eventually he runs out of things to say and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, simply basking in each other’s presence

he nuzzles against your collarbone and you tilt your head down to leave a lingering kiss on his forehead

eventually though, the rumble of your stomach is bothersome enough to get up from the safety of your lover’s embrace

“we should get up so we can eat dinner,” you mumbled, playing with the ends of his hair. mysta tightens his hold on you in response.

“haidnwunergrt’p,” he replies, words muffled against your chest. laughing quietly, you asked him to repeat himself more clearly. removing himself from you rather reluctantly, he says, “i don’t wanna get up.” it’s clear to see the detective is feeling a bit lazy at the moment and would much rather stay in this little safe haven, blocking out the sounds of the city outside. however, it’s already almost midnight and you know your boyfriend hasn’t eaten since noon.

tapping his shoulder, you gently nudge him off of you so that you could sit up, ignoring his small whine in protest. climbing out of bed, he rolls over to face you as you stretch your arms above your head. the weight of his stare is heavy as you pad out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make a quick dinner for the two of you.

luckily there was still a good amount of yesterday’s rice leftover that you could use to make fried rice. quickly washing and prepping a small amount of veggies and eggs, you get to work on making a late dinner.

in the middle of frying the rice, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a warm torso against your back. you hum as mysta rests his chin on your shoulder while you add a bit of soy sauce to the pan. he doesn’t say much as you plate the rice, grabbing two spoons for you both while you bring the bowls over to the sofa.

mysta sits himself right up against you, angling his body so that your legs are thrown over his. the two of you eat in silence with you occasionally spoon feeding him more veggies. you press yourself closer to him after you finish your bowl, setting it down on the coffee table to be put away in the dishwasher later. the now sleepy detective puts his dish aside as well, pulling you down with him to lay down on the plush sofa.

“babe, we need to get ready for bed,” you laugh, pushing at his shoulder to let you go. mysta is quite strong, however, so your attempts are futile as he closes his eyes and doesn’t budge.

“five minutes,” he says, and you roll your eyes as you relax your body against him, hiding your face in his neck. mysta blindly reaches for the throw blanket the two of you keep, throwing it over the both of you before sighing out in content.

the two of you don’t wake until the morning after.

WRITTEN ! 072322

#im feeling particularly soft for him today #luvxiem.writing #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #mysta.txt #i love quiet domecisity #domesticity #????? how tf do u spell that ToT

[luvxiem]

80mph

word count ! ~950 pairing ! luca x gn!reader genre ! fluff hehe summary ! he likes when you hold onto him song ! nomad by zion. t & gen hoshino

"what is that."

luca beams at you from the driveway, holding a helmet under his arm while leaning against a motorcycle and waving enthusiastically. when he texted you to come outside at nearly eleven at night, going for an impromptu motorcycle ride was definitely not on your list of potential possibilities.

"c'mon! it'll be fun," he laughs. there's another helmet sitting on the seat waiting for you that you eye warily, wrapping your arms around your stomach. despite being with the blonde for almost six months now, he's never mentioned riding a bike before. all you ever see is that sleek black car he brings around whenever the two of you go on dates.

luca seems to notice your hesitation and his smile turns a little softer, reaching out a hand toward you.

"hey, it'll be fun—trust me. i won't let you get hurt," he reassures, and you can't help the fluttering in your chest. taking a tentative step forward, you glance between luca's outstretched arm and his face, hesitantly grasping his hand. luca instantly grins, gently tugging you closer so that he could help you gear up. he hands you the spare helmet and helps you secure it, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips, his own little way of saying "thank you for trusting me."

the blonde straps his own helmet on before helping you onto the bike, holding you steady as you swing one leg over. he climbs on after you, flipping down the visor before glancing at you over his shoulder.

"wrap your arms around me and hold on tight, okay?" luca instructs, and you slip your arms around his abdomen, pressing your chest against your lover's strong back. he switches on the ignition and the engine revs to life, echoing down the quiet street. hopefully your neighbors don't file a noise complaint…

"ready?" luca calls, and before you could answer, he kicks off the cement and glides off the driveway and onto the road, your eyes slipping shut in surprise. as the two of you exit the residential area and enter the main road, you can't help but wonder how you found yourself in this very moment—holding onto your boyfriend as he flies down empty streets, the wind roaring in your ears and streetlamps flitting by. just when you convince yourself to open your eyes, the bike suddenly speeds up, startling you as you grip luca tighter on instinct. you hear him giggle at your reaction and you can immediately tell he did that on purpose just to mess with you.

"LUCAAA!" you shriek as he accelerates again, wanting so badly to punch him yet too afraid to even consider letting go just for a moment. you can feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs loudly, turning down another street as he leads you to wherever he had in mind.

gradually, he slows down to a comfortable speed, cruising down the avenue with surprising expertise. your eyes are still shut tightly when luca calls out to you.

"open your eyes!" shaking your head in denial, luca just repeats what he said. "open them! the view is lovely here," he coaxes, and hesitantly, you open one eye and then another as your lips part open in awe. to your left was a clear view of the beach and sprawling ocean, a reflection of the full moon overhead seen clearly in the waves.

"wow," you breathe, and although you can't see it, luca is grinning widely at being able to bring you to places like this. all he ever wanted was to make you happy, and the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around him with the wind rushing past was indescribable. the blonde leads the two of you onto a narrow path leading toward a small hill that unbeknownst to you had a view of the stars and the ocean that was unparalleled. where did he even find things like this anyway?

luca slows to a stop near the peak, removing his helmet before helping you off the bike and taking yours off too, leaving them both on the padded seat. he slips his hand into yours as he leads you excitedly to the hidden benches past the treeline, gasping at the sight. your boyfriend watches you with a fond expression on his face, reaching out to hold your chin and gently turning your head toward him. you open your mouth to ask him what was wrong when suddenly you feel a pair of plush lips on yours, your eyes slipping shut as you let out a soft sigh. luca's arms wrap around your waist as your link your own around his neck, a happy hum coming from him as you part, hooded eyes tearing themselves away from his lips to meet his gaze.

"what was that for?" you ask breathlessly, and luca simply shrugs.

"i just love you a lot, that's all." and the way he said it so casually—as if loving you was a certainty, as if loving you was as easy as breathing, as if loving you was written in the stars. your heart aches at his easy declaration and you can't stop yourself from reconnecting your lips in a deep kiss, hopefully conveying to him all the emotions you were feeling that you couldn't say.

you disconnect yourself from him yet stay close, reaching down to cup his face in your hand and tenderly rubbing your thumb over his cheek. luca leans into your hold, turning press his lips to your palm before reaching up and placing his hand over yours.

"i love you too; so, so much, luca."

and the sight of his smile is more beautiful than any view he could show you.

WRITTEN ! 091722

#i heard him say he can drive a motorcycle blacked out and woke up with this written on my screen #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luca.txt #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #sol wrote two one shots that were around 1k?? in a row????? who even is she #luca is my wonderful muse