#∴∵ ❁ ∴∵ 「 SNOWFLAKES’ SWIRLING: CRANE’S DANCE. 」 mannerism.

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[poppy-metal]

poppy please help me. im about to write a novel in your inbox, sorry in advance. the urge to write an entirely sfw fic with not a hint of spice but is weirdly hot is so.... so strong. lemme just pitch this to you because i can't get it out of my head.

okay so a classical music playlist for the story.

bakugou and reader both being from high-class families. very pride and prejudice esque where manners and the way you carry yourself is important. and the story begins with them meeting. and reader thinks that bakugou is rough and far too haughty and proud like he thinks he's above everyone because he has money. n reader is proper but likes what she likes and who she likes. they don't get along at all, finding themselves at odds in the way passive-aggressive victorian age people are.

overtime they meet again and again with an extreme distaste for each other and bakugou finds himself oddly intrigued with her but she wants nothing to do with him. so they stay at odds through the story like this until they're made to dance with each other one evening at a party.

and the penultimate scene in the fic is a ballroom dance where they spin around, waltzing to Canon in D Major, P.37. and it's just them and their thoughts about each other, replaying the times they'd met and interacted and slowly realizing that they're in love with each other.

n reader has a moment where she realizes that bakugou's hand is holding her's as if it's glass. like she'll shatter if he moves too suddenly. and even though it's calloused, she finds that there is something soft about it. and his grip on her waist is so gentle, like he's hovering above it, barely touching the middle of her back. she finds herself wanting him to pull her close, to feel the weight and heat of his palm through her dress.

he's so rough in manner and closed off, but as they dance and look into each other's eyes she finds that he has this unexpected softness to him. a gentle type of grace that she hadn't noticed before as they watch each other spin in a delicate balance. all those years of classical dance finally being of use in each other's arms because neither of them is clumsy and they're so in step despite never having been on the same page before.

n bakugou softens at the edges, straight neck slowly relaxing as he dances with her in slow step with the music. and he can't help but notice how beautiful she looks like this. the gentle curve of her cheek when she glances to the side or the slight crane in her neck as she looks up at him. bakugou can feel her fingers on his shoulder, how gently they rest on the fabric, so delicate and comforting. and she's so warm that he can feel it radiating off of her, even through each step and spin. and her hand is so small in his and it's ironic because he is worried that he might break it, break her somehow. and he can't deny how beautiful she looks in the dress she wore tonight, revealing her collarbones in a ladylike fashion. and he's worried that he'll slip up because reader's dress keeps hitting his legs where it collects gracefully at her ankles with each step.

and this dance shouldn't be fun, but it is. they're both straight-faced, watching each other with a hand on his shoulder as they both spin and fall deeper and deeper into each other. until the dance comes to an end and they realize that they're both in love with each other.

god, just a whole classical playlist where these feelings and the subtle appreciation they have for each other comes to gentle fruition with this song. a soft realization that they are in love.

help me. can u tell i'm in love with him?

Cal i am listening to the song rn as i type this and im so SOFT BECAUSE!! !!!!! can u imagine, the slow progression in the shift of his face, as this song progresses. please the notes are so gentle....can imagine the realization dawning slowly n he's looking at you and you're looking back. his eyes are soft in wonderment. adoration. he adores you. so much. n he's flitting through all the times in his head where you'd argued with eachother, that time you pushed him in a lake, that time when you both purposefully kept stepping on eachothers toes when you were practicing this very dance, but then there's also that time you both sat quietly under a willow tree and n he's remembering how the sun looked when it hit your face, drenched in soft glow. he remembers begrudgingly admitting to himself then that you were beautiful. you always had been but he hadn't let himself see beyond his disdain for you to really...grasp it. but he did then, even if he folded that thought away and tucked it into a corner of his mind where he was never supposed to open it again. but its all out in the open now.

n as the song comes to an end he's looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and without realizing his thumb has moved to stroke your hip where one of his hands lie. his defenses aren't even up at the moment and neither are yours. when his lips part, the words slip out of them like honey, he hadn't even realized he was going to say them: "you're beautiful, y/n" you could steal all the suns light with your warmth alone.

he says it so tenderly and with conviction, his adams apple bobbing, eyes scanning your face, that you swallow too. the urge to make a sarcastic remark should be on the tip of your tongue, it usually always is, but it's nowhere to be found. just pure and utter, something. (Love, its love) his confession tugs your own from your lips, "so are you" said so quietly but genuinely. and the way his hand squeezes your hip, you swear you can feel it like liquid fire on your skin underneath the dress.

Its intimate the way you both slow your dance to a stop, other couples swirling around you like snowflakes. his eyes drop to your lips, and yours part , body going hot and molten the when his eyes dip lower, lower still. He swallows again, hand spasms against you, he feels too many things at once. "Y/n...I-"

"Can i have this dance?" You both start at the sudden interruption. Blinking as if coming up from a heady dream you look at....izuku.

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The Runaways [ Prologue ]

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“Give me your hand, Shoto. I want to show you something.” The red haired man whispered softly to his little brother, squatting down and extending his larger hand to the smaller boy. Teary, heterochromatic eyes glanced up at the piercing blue, the shaky body putting his hand face up on the other’s. 

Touya smiled at his little brother, using his other hand to wipe his tear stained cheeks. He held his youngest brother in his arms, flickering the light blue flames in his larger palms. “Take deep breaths and look at my hand.” He said into the boy’s hair. 

Small red flames joined the blue, intertwining in a larger flame as Shoto burst into a fit of giggles, his tears long forgotten. “See? Isn’t it pretty?” Touya reassured his younger sibling, smiling down at the boy who’s gleam and adoration flashed in his heterochromatic eyes as he looked up at his older brother. 

“Do it again!” He said in amusement. Touya gave the boy a lopsided smirk, rolling his faintly scarred wrist as he ignited an even bigger flame in his palm. He was graceful in his movements, letting the flame dance along his fingertips and swirled it in the air, creating small shapes that brightened Shoto’s mood even more as he chased the fire gleefully, sparking small red flames of his own. 

“Shoto!” 

The corner of his lip curled into a smirk as he glanced at the corner of his eye, halting the flames as he saw Enji’s figure glaring at him from the top of the balcony. Tiny bright blue embers disappeared into the air as Touya knelt down to pick up Shoto in his arms, rubbing the boy’s back as he lead him inside. 

“Let’s go take you to mom.” Touya mumbled, glaring at Enji from his spot on the grass, pulling down at his bandages to hide the fresh, purple, burns licking up his arms. Shoto looked up, shuddering lightly at the harsh glare their father returned. 

Touya sensed his little brother’s fear, gently pushing his head into the crook of his neck, hushing the small boy as he smooth his hair down. 

“Just remember, Shoto. Fire isn’t always scary.” 

Embers fell from the sky like fresh snowflakes, the light of blue flames ate away at the decorations as the tall man walked away from the heavenly white altar. His coat trailed behind him as he walked away from the shadows he was hiding behind. Screams and whimpers echoed in the air around him as he froze, his heart clenching at the screams of the bride that shook his very core.

He shut his eyes, shaking his head as the groom rushed to his beloved’s side. Dabi scoffed at their interaction, shaking out his onyx hair as the embers burned hotter behind him. His calloused and aching fingertips grazed themselves along the many city buildings, igniting them in a beautiful blue heat as he strode down the empty streets. 

“You can get caught, I hope you know that. You blubbering fool.” Shigaraki’s hoarse called to the cremation villain, who shrugged his shoulders as he glared at the other from over his shoulder. He smirked as Shigaraki’s silhouette was outlined by his destruction, his staples tugging at his skin as he watched the altars and flowers burn to the ground. 

Dabi shrugged off the constant complaints of his partner, waving it off as heroes began swarming to the scene, making sure everyone got away from the area safely. “Come on, you idiot.” Shigaraki hissed, already halfway in the portal heading back to their hideout. 

The onyx haired male huffed, burying his hands into his pockets as he walked towards his impatient partner. His footsteps halted when he heard a familiar voice speaking to the citizens in such a kind, gentle manner. His head craned over his shoulder ever so softly, eyes locking with (e/c) ones as he smirked even more. 

“Wait-Wait! Stop!” The girl yelled, gently handing the citizen to the hands of the nearest hero and chased after the dark clothed figure. Her hand outstretched towards his long coat, barely grazing the rough material before falling forward as the portal vanished into air. 

“(H/N)!” The others yelled as they ran towards her as the girl stood up, brushing off the dirt and soot off her body. She panted heavily from running, running her hands through her unruly hair as she looked faintly at the damage, her eyes darkening at the subsiding blue flames that enveloped the white decorations. 

Her feet moved by themselves, bringing her back to the wreckage as the venue fell apart at the seams. She knelt down, brushing off the rubble and soot as she collected the bride’s bouquet, which had been burnt and torn from the panic and commotion. 

“Brings back memories?” (Y/N) heard from behind her, taking note of the blank look in her eyes. The girl sighed as she reached for the chained ring around her neck, shaking her head in response. 

“Not good ones. It just seemed familiar.” She mumbled, turning back to gaze at the spot where the man entered the portal, how he looked at her as if he knew her. 

“Way too familiar..” 

[elysialm]

One of Ely.sia’s bridge lines goes as follows:

“There are so many Herrschers around... I succeeded, didn’t I?”

And it broke me. 

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Ely.si.a does a praying pose that Aponia does in her bridge interactions and... Gods.... Knowing that she represents basically Je.sus in the lore and the massive crystal-created El.lie in the animatic is basically the Holy Spirit, a showcase that El.ys.ia is indeed an all-loving goddess basically. 

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your honor, I love her.